#do not ask me why my unable to work ass is posting this here when i need to make my blog monetisable i'm an inept fool

[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x reader ; a very light hint of steve x reader

a follow up to this which is a follow up of this

tw 18+ content, tied up, temperature play, steve is baby girl himbo in this very s3 coded, eddie is jealous + mean.

“that tickles, wow, cold— ow, very very cold— shit, shit!”

You slap a hand over his mouth, wide eyes staring into yours as if he is scared beyond belief.

“Shhhhh..” you press a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

Your body was pressed in his, an ice cube held limply in your fingers as you traced it along his veiny shaft. Leaving goosebumps on his summer tanned skin. 

“Eddie is home, do you want him to know that we’re fooling around? Cause I prefer to keep my bedroom adventures private.”

“No, no! You’re right, it’s just— really cold, when you said you wanted to get freaky I thought maybe you had a friend or something to go up my ass? I don’t know!” 

You stare at him, waiting for him to say he was kidding but it never came. You sit up, the ice melting on your fingers dripping onto his sack, little whimpers from his mouth. 

“Alright… King Steve is curious about assplay, noted. We can unpack that another time— for now, it’s either the ice or nothing, you choose.” 

You kiss his chest, waiting for him to decide. He’s mumbling to himself, and you work your fingers in between the tufts of hair, eyes on him, your nipples skimming over his hot skin. 

“…okay! Okay fine! Can I kiss you maybe?” 

Steve was stretched like a voodoo doll across your bed, large hands tied to each bed post, unable to reach you, his lip in a pout as he attempted to wiggle his wrists free. 

“Keep trying to get out of your restraints and you won’t be kissing me anywhere.”

He huffed, a strand of caramel hair tousling into his forehead, “I mean they’re tight— like really tight, you sure this is normal?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up again to examine the human ken doll that was played by Steve Harrington for the evening. 

His wrists were red, fingers pale… fuck. 

You tug at the knots, trying to wedge your fingers beneath them, and after five minutes of you trying you could see Steve’s hands looking worse.

“Alright— don’t panic!” you announced, sliding from the bed and pushing your arms through the red silk robe hanging from your closet, “and don’t move…. I’ll be…” scissors! “yeah, I’ll be right back!”

“What!? You can’t just leave me like th—!” he hollers your name and you try to muffle his calls of distress by shutting your door quickly.

Eddie was in his room, you could hear him playing his guitar— and he prayed he didn’t hear the muffled pleas from Steve. 

Rifling through the kitchen junk drawer you find everything but the scissors. Chopsticks from too many late night orders of chinese takeout, ketchup packets, pens, a pack of markers, Eddie’s fake ID he had in high school, Wayne’s expired ID he tried to use at the gas station when you were sixteen and more rope. 

The pair of you didn’t own a knife set, never having cooked anything that required culinary skills— you were at a loss— the only option left was to ask Eddie for his pocket knife. Goddamnit.

The walk to his room felt like miles long, and honestly you would have preferred if you never got there. His door was open, the low times of his acoustic guitar filled the air along with a haze of smoke. 

A quick rap on his door and Eddie was looking up at you, cigarette limp from his lips, as he motions to the other side of his room with a nod of his head. 

“…ham & pineapple no pepperonis, cash on the dresser.” 

“What? Oh yeah, sure— forgot it’s Friday. Hey, ummm. I need a favor.” 

Eddie smirks and shakes his head, “I’m not loaning you anymore bud, you already owe you twenty.” 

“No— I’m not here for free weed, I need your knife.” 

His eyebrows quirk and he waits for you to ask his silent “why?”

“It’s an emergency.” 

“Your boss sucks sweetheart, 100%— but you can’t kill him.” 

“Eddie shut up,” you whine, stomping your foot, “I just need to borrow it—I'll give it right back!”

He rolls his eyes, leaning over to grab his knife from his back pocket, “tell me what you need it for.” 

You stare at him, mouth open, “I…can’t.” 

“Okay? and why not?”

Your name is heard in a wail from your room and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. 

“is someone in there?”

Scrubbing your hands down your face you finally admit it, “Yes! Jesus fuck! Now will you please either help me or give me the knife, he’s stuck!”

It takes everything in Eddie to try not to laugh, but he simple hides his lips and nods, thinking to himself what kid. of shit you’d gotten into now, and with who?

He follows you into your room, watching your form move beneath the silk robe, trying to keep his eyes from staring too long or imagining what lie beneath the thin fabric. 

Your eyes are covered when you open the door so you miss the shock on Steve’s face to see his best friend walk into your room. His dick is still out, laying against his hairy thigh, and the only thing he can do is an awkward jock head nod followed by a “sup?”

Thankful that he has a good poker face, Eddie nods back, ears crimson in anger, biting his tongue as he flips the blade out with flare. Behind his dark eyes He was fuming. 

Steve? 

STEVE HARRINGTON?

Of all people you could have tied up in here in some makeshift attempt at whatever you thought you were doing— it had to be him.

Heads would fucking roll when this was over and him and Steve were alone. 

Slicing through the ropes like they were nothing, Eddie simply raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, leaving with his mind grinding like gears on how to stop this from happening again. 

—

“Thanks for calling Family Video. Our hours are 10-10 Sunday through Saturday, stop in to rent our latest releases, this is St—”

“Harrington.”

“Hey man, hey— thanks for uh, helping me out the other night. I really o—”

“Yeah, you do,” the cord bounces on the floor as Eddie turns the corner, looking back at you in the living room asleep on the couch— walking to his room,  “that’s why whenever she calls… you are going to make up whatever excuse that big hair of yours can..”

“Wait..?”

Eddie grits your name out through clenched teeth. 

“If she calls to hang out, you will find a reason not to, y’ catch my drift, pal?” 

“Ye-yeah, sure thing… what should I say?”

“I don’t care Harrington, make something up… tell her you have a girlfriend, you have the measles, I really don’t give a fuck what it is, as long as I never have to walk into her room and see your dick again.”

Steve narrows his eyes, blurring the neon lights in the video store, “dude, what the hell?” 

“Sarah is single— I’ll give you her numb—”

“Okay? But so is she, why are you acting like an asshole right now?”

You. He was being a dick because of you. Sick and tired of you not willing to admit you both had feelings for eachother, and he was ready to pull out the big guns in order to make it happen. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

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[lasanya539]

tuck your head under the covers

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @remedyturtles)

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Prompt: Insomniac Leo - visiting various brothers when unable to sleep, or managing to fall asleep and his brothers doing anything to PRESERVE that sleep Word Count: 4635

Posted on AO3!

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The first time it happens, Mikey doesn’t make a big deal out of it. 

It’s four in the morning on a Monday, and he’s thirsty, so he gets up from his train car and walks to the kitchen. Only to find Leo sitting at the table, with a lollipop in his mouth and a Jupiter Jim comic in his hands, legs rested on the surface, humming a tune under his breath.

“Leo?” Mikey mumbles drowsily, rubbing at his eyes. “Bro, what are you doing?”

Leo startles in surprise, and sits up, shooting him a guilty look. “Mikes!” He exclaims, voice pitched low. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No, no.” He flaps his hand, grabbing a glass. “I was thirsty, wanted water. Why are you awake right now?”

“Eh, you know, same old, same old. Couldn’t sleep.”

Mikey hums, taking a languid sip. His tired eyes catch a giant mug on the table, black as tar coffee peeking from the bottom, a pack of pink Starbursts with wrappers, and what looks like the crumbled remains of the pecan pie April’s mom had lovingly gifted them. If he was a little more awake, he’d be a lot more pissed about that, but for now he just sighs and stretches. 

“Did you at least try to sleep?” He asks, knowing the answer. 

“Yeah, of course.” Leo replies easily enough, turning away to flip another page. “But that’s the problem with insomnia, my friend, it kinda makes the ‘fall asleep’ thing not happen.”

Hm, not good enough. Mikey waddles over closer, physically pushing his brother’s head up so he can study him. Leo’s eyes are just barely bloodshot, cheeks hollower than he’d like to see on him.

“Can I help you?” He asks, bemused. 

“When was the last time you slept?” 

“Somewhere in the evening, I got a cat nap in. Don’t worry, Mikey, you’re exhausted, go to sleep.”

“You go to sleep.” He retorts around a yawn. He plops down in a chair next to him, picking up an uneaten Starburst and chomping on it. Leo tsks at that, but he ignores him, folding his arms and resting his head comfortably. 

“You just brushed your teeth and are supposed to be asleep, why are you still here?”

“Moral support.” 

“Moral support from what? I – okay,” Leo stands up, all big brother voice. “C’mon, up.”

Mikey whines, not having enough energy to fight as Leo physically picks him up and throws him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Grk–?” He chokes out in surprise, when the hell did he get so strong?

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

Leo plants him on the bathroom floor, and pointedly stares at him as Mikey brushes, having to actually count each stroke on the rows of teeth under the scrutiny instead of a quick wash. As soon as he rinses his mouth, Leo picks him up again.

“You realize I have feet.” He said, flopping his limbs in defeat and letting himself be carried lifelessly.

“You think I don’t know you were planning on dragging more ass by suggesting a movie night or something? I’ve taught you all my tricks, I know how your brain works.”

Mikey tries to keep in his smile at how well his brother can read him, and gasps dramatically. “Language! I’ll tell on you to Raphie.”

“If you make it to morning asleep like a good turtle, I’ll tell Raphie, how about that?”

Mikey gets tossed on his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. His favorite quilt is thrown over him, and his stuffed crocodile is tucked in between his shoulder and neck, just how he likes it. The warmth immediately makes him even drowsier, but he blinks up at Leo and invitingly opens his arms.

“Sleep?” He suggests, making the motion of scooting over to make room for him.

A few seconds, but Leo eventually sighs, far too susceptible to the prospect of little brother cuddles. He sticks his freezing feet into the tangle of limbs, making him hiss, but settles in comfortably on his pillow. Arms wind around him and squeeze affectionately.

“Better?” Mikey asks. 

Leo hums on top of his head. “Yep, thanks Angelo. You can pass out now.”

It doesn’t take very long for him to do so. Unfortunately for him, when he does wake up to his 9 A.M. alarm, the side of the bed is cold and the corner of the pillow undented. Outside, he sees Leo casually do the crossword puzzle with Dad with a newly filled mug of coffee in his hand, looking like sleep never graced him at all. Mikey sighs, but sets to making breakfast.

–

The second time it happens, Donnie is pulled out of his whirlwind of thoughts by a single hand on his shoulder. 

Naturally, he jumps, not having expected that contact when he’s working in his lab alone, smack-dab in the middle of the night. He’s too scientific and logic-driven to ever assume the existence of ghosts (which are different from spirits, thank you very much Michael), but the sudden touch makes him doubt that fact for a second.

Leo backs up with his hands up apologetically, and Donnie realizes with some amount of mortification he actually hissed at him. The mortification lasts for all of two seconds before he scowls at his twin with all the irritation in the world as he turns off his loud music. 

“What the hell do you want?” He groans at Leo, rubbing his sore eyes. 

“Just checking in.” Leo says, sounding normal enough, though Donnie picks up a strange note in his voice. He peeks at him between his fingers and catches his eyes look up from his torso just in time.

Looking down, he sees his other hand gripped into a fist, sharp claws extended, held right to the middle of his chest. Shit, he was scratching at his plastron again, the dull ache finally registering in his brain. 

It’s a nasty habit he’s had since he was very young, all the complicated feelings of the big, bad world too much for him to handle. His family has been trying for years to help him work through his emotions instead of immediately resorting to this, but apparently all the effort goes to shit the second it gets to debugging, the devil’s favorite method of torture. Donnie turns away, embarrassed but not willing to admit it. 

Leo thankfully doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and flops onto the back of his chair, resting his head at the top. “What are you working on?”

“Setting up face identification in the scanners in the Hidden City.” Donnie replies tiredly. “The mystic orbs they use as cameras are advanced enough to pick up magical signatures, but somehow not enough to track facial features of their various species of mutants and Yōkai. So, I’m doing it for them.”

Leo snorts. “Wow, how altruistic of you.” He leans in further, presumably to try to read the strange symbols that make up their programming language, before Donnie swats at his face. 

“Stop, you’re ruining my concentration.” 

“Shut up.” He swats back. Annoying

Donnie’s eyes flick over to the corner of the monitor, looking at the time. Wonderful, it’s another night of no sleep for his insomniac twin brother. 

He sighs. “I’m assuming getting bored to death from Papa’s speech on the various opera singers of the 20th century somehow didn’t lure you to sleep?”

“What, are you telling me you don’t care about the 1950s Maria Callas and Renata Tebaldi drama about their different vocal techniques? It’s the hottest tea from that side of the century, Don-Don, I’m disappointed in you.” He dodges the swat from him this time.

Donnie turns up to look at him, noticing his brother’s heavy eyelids blinking over his sharp eyes, far too awake for someone who hasn’t slept in Gaga knows how long. He’s wearing his soft blue hoodie, the big one that he makes sure is always washed with the rose scent beads for the comforting smell. 

“Is there anything specific that is keeping you up?” He asks, worried. 

“Nah, not really. Unless you count my dumb brain as a whole, nope.”

“Don’t call yourself dumb.” Donnie says, practiced. He stands up and stretches, hearing some impressive cracks from his neck that Leo whistles at.

“Is there anything I can say that will make you try to sleep again?” 

“Probably not, if I’m being honest.”

“Okay, then.” He doesn’t argue. If there’s one thing he knows about his twin is that badgering him about his sleep intake, no matter how worrying, is the best way to get completely shut out by him. And as annoying as he finds Leo on a day-to-day basis, he’s rather fond of the time he gets to spend with him in the middle of the night when it's just the two of them, the disaster twins. “Do you wanna play some Mario Kart instead?”

Leo brightens up. “Snacks?”

“Of course we’ll have snacks. I may be crazy, but I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re a civilized demon-possessed genius, right?”

“Exactly right, my dear brother.”

The twins grab enough popcorn and candy from the pantry to send a tiny child into a coma, but as soon as Leo’s hand moves to the coffee machine, Donnie whacks it with a box of Nerds. “Dude, ow?”

“No more caffeine.” He says sternly.

“Oho, that is rich coming from you—”

“Yeah, well, deal with it. Otherwise I’m switching the kitchen permanently to decaf and making myself a secret password protected machine with the good coffee, the extra dark-roasted one.” That shuts Leo up fast. 

They play and bicker loudly in the soundproof lab, up until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually, Donnie falls asleep with the controller in his hand, only to wake up in the afternoon and find himself resting on the cot with his favorite blanket, battle shell and mask off. His sleepless twin nowhere to be found. 

–

The third time it happens, Raph is having a nightmare about the Krang. 

It’s par for the course, really. In the morning, he happens to overhear one of Mikey’s favorite YouTubers talk about their grief over their late friend who was lost to the bubblegum aliens, so he spends the most of the day in a haze, keeping to himself in the dojo, training, and eating his dinner alone while reading news articles about the reconstruction in New York to repair the damage from their fight. 

One trigger after another. So it’s no surprise that his dreams are filled with sick pink flesh and yellow eyes, tentacles worming over his body, digging into his brain, sadistic voices of the hive mind overpowering his screams, the feel of a lithe figure in his clutch, nails scratching onto his hand as he tightens his grip on his victim, his brother—

The part that’s surprising, however, is the other presence in his room, comforting, safe. Soft words spoken over his whimpers, warm hands smoothing over his shell as he regains consciousness. “Deep breaths, big bro, you’re okay, you’re safe, I promise you. Try to breathe, please.”

He breathes, turning away from the damp pillow, lifting his head up by his elbows to blink the sleep away. Blood pools back into his body, bones creaking in protest. All four limbs, whole, green, normal. 

Raph takes in one deep breath, and lets it out with meditative precision. His vision finally clears. Leo is sitting on the corner of his bed, hands anxiously rubbing together but giving him space to get up on his own. Worried eyes ticking over his face before latching onto his, relieved. 

“Hiya, Raphie.” He says with remarkable poise. “Okay?”

Raph slowly scoots up to sit properly, picking up one of his stuffed bears and hugging him. Embarrassment keeps him from meeting Leo’s eyes, burying his face in the soft fake fur. “Mhm.”

A hand gently strokes his leg, a comforting, involuntary motion. “Long day?”

“...You could say that.” He agrees. He clears his throat. “What time is it?”

“Just after 2.” Leo squeezes his knee. “Do you want me to wake Dad?”

Raph scoffs. “What is Dad going to do in the middle of the night? Let him sleep.” 

“Okay, how about the other guys? We could turtle pile.”

He shakes his head before Leo finishes. “No, no, it’s not important, Leo. Let them all sleep.”

“It is important.” He replies sharply, and Raph blinks up at him. Leo’s sporting his own version of a Raph Chasm, eye-ridges pulled together in a gut-wrenching frown, lips turned down. “You are important.”

A lump rises in his throat, but he swallows it down. He’s had enough of Leo stubbornly insisting that he stop dismissing his own emotions over the years, so he says nothing, instead lifting up an arm. Leo immediately snuggles in next to him, shell fitting perfectly under his arm. 

The tension falls off his frame as his little brother wiggles to get comfortable. Raph sighs, the dregs of his nightmare-fueled dread seeping away with Leo right next to him, the scent of roses in his nose. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He offers. 

“Pizza Supreme, no.” Raph snorts, making Leo huff. 

“Okay.” He agrees easily. Then, “Oh, I almost forgot!”

From the pocket of his hoodie he pulls out his phone, tapping at it for a couple of seconds before holding out the camera. “Snap streak.”

Raph snorts again but obliges his younger brother, putting on some version of a smile as he takes the picture, adding a bunch of unicorn emojis in the corner before showing it to him for approval. 

He takes the phone, but immediately frowns, zooming in to study Leo’s face. Even though he’s grinning, the exhaustion is practically radiating off him. The red stripes under his eyes are marred with purple bags, eyes squinting with the effort of staying up. He looks like he’s about to pass out almost any second.

Raph sends off the streak, and starts arranging the pillows and stuffed animals around him to make space for two sleeping turtles. He pulls his blanket over Leo’s head, which he, of course, shoves back. “What are you doing?”

“Tucking you in.” He informs him, dragging him down. “We’re going to sleep for a very long time.”

“Sure, Raphie, whatever you say.” Leo says too easily, and he immediately calls bullshit. 

“No, we’re really going to sleep. No more pretending.” He glares at him with one eye open. “Promise?”

Leo hesitates, but then forcibly relaxes himself, nuzzling closer. “I’ll try, promise.”

As good as he’s going to get, Raph thinks. He squeezes his brother tight enough for him to wheeze and laugh, wishing him goodnight and eventually falling asleep, nightmares far away. When he wakes up, Leo is on the floor next to the bed, face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen, playing a game of chess. The eye bags seem heavier than ever. 

–

The fourth time it happens, April is trying to catch up on physics homework. 

It’s actually ridiculous how she, a journalism major, has to study physics at all, even as a gen-ed. She’s a sophomore now, for god’s sake, she’s supposed to be interning at CNN and MSNBC, or at least spearheading some kind of journaling initiative with a bunch of her classmates. But no, Eastlaird is forcing her to calculate angular momentum and torque for a homework that is apparently not due on Monday, but in the morning on Friday, which is tomorrow. Or more accurately, today, she thinks, warily eyeing the clock on the table that reads 3:35 A.M.

She has maybe one more problem left before she can finally get some sleep, and hopefully get to stay over at the lair for the weekend. She hasn’t seen her boys and her Pops in over a month, and the joy of destroying Donnie in the Just Dance competition of their lives is the only motivation getting her through this. 

April sighs and stretches, cracking her back, before she hears a notification from her phone. Picking it up she sees, ‘nardo💙 sent an Instagram reel.’

She sits up in surprise. Why the hell is this idiot awake? And why is he sending her Instagram reels of all things?

‘awake???’ she texts back, worried. ‘why??’

Seen immediately, typing. ‘YOU awake why??’

‘homework’

‘yuck get away from me’

April picks at her bottom lip, watching the clock on her desk tick. If Leo’s awake at four in the morning, he hasn’t slept all night. She considers texting one of her other brothers to force him to sleep, but hopefully they would all be in bed by now, Donnie included. 

‘how much coffee did you have in the evening’

‘...’

‘Leo.’

‘okok four cups’

‘nardo you gotta be kidding me’. April rubs at her face, sighing. Leo knows better than to lie to his big sister, so he’s definitely telling her the truth, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Four whole cups of coffee?

‘did you try melatonin? helps me sleep a lot better nowadays’

‘apes do u even know me, obv melatonin doesn’t work on us’

‘damn’ 

‘ur taking it tho?? don’t take too much, not good for u’

‘yeah dum-dum, no sleep is not good for YOU have you thought about that?’

No response. Two minutes later, a funny reel. 

She huffs frustratedly, thinking, before finally deciding to call him on FaceTime, setting the phone against a textbook.

The face that greets her is so fucking worrying that April gapes, not responding to Leo’s raspy greeting. His eyes are completely bloodshot, face gaunt, red stripes practically completely purple now. 

“You look like shit.” She says, uncharacteristically blunt. Maybe the lack of sleep and physics is getting to her. How the hell does Donnie do this all the time?

Leo scowls, putting the phone down so all she sees is the dark ceiling of the kitchen. “If you just called me to insult me, I’m hanging up.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She raises a hand in surrender, pulling her notebook closer and picking up her pencil. “Science is turning my brain to soup, I lost my speaking filter. You’re still very pretty.”

A second, and Leo’s face comes back into view. “Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” She nods, smiling as Leo grins, as brightly as he can with fatigue coming off him in waves. “What are you up to?”

“This guy on YouTube is reviewing the older JJ movies, it’s a four hour long video. And I have Sour Patch Kids, so I’m happy.”

April bites back the hundreds of worried comments she comes up with, deciding to think a little more tactically. She doesn’t want to piss him off again, so telling him to sleep or pointing out his eye-bags is off the table. 

“You wanna hear about my homework? It’s so difficult and horrible, I hate it.”

“I respect your degree, I do, Apes, but how hard can journalism homework even be?”

“It’s physics, man, that’s the thing. I’m going to jump out of my window.” She groans, equations swimming behind her eyelids. “I’m like ninety percent sure if I tried explaining this to you I could bore you to sleep.”

Leo chuckles, but there’s something tired and morose in it. “I wouldn’t take that bet.”

She blinks at the bitter tone of his voice, but doesn’t call him out on it. There’s a lost look in his eyes as he stares off to the side, chewing slowly on his candy. Her big sister instinct rears its head immediately at that.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” April assures him, deciding fuck it, opening up Chegg to find the answer to this last question so she can finish this as fast as possible. “I’ll be done in fifteen minutes. Why don’t you tell me what this random guy has to say about Pluto Vacation IV, and I’ll tell you how valid that is.”

By the time the sun rises, and Leo hangs up to go help Mikey make breakfast, April has turned in not only physics, but has finished all of the rest of her homework. She starts to pack, a plan ready in her mind.

–

They don’t let it happen a fifth time. 

Leo sighs, letting his head fall onto his bed, hiding his eyes from the fairy lights in his room. Normally, they look so pretty and aesthetic, but ever since this new bout of insomnia hit him, a lot of things have been bothering him more than usual. And he’s currently too exhausted to get up and turn it off on his own. 

He groans, reaching for his phone, because what else is he going to do? His brain is too tired for anything other than mindless scrolling, and if Raph asks him to train today he might just burst into tears. The time reads 12 P.M., a very productive time of day for the majority of planet Earth. The minority includes him apparently, as he pulls up one of his old blankets over his head, and settles in for an afternoon of TikTok.

The door to his train car opens quietly. Leo blinks, emerging from his nest to look up. 

Mikey stands at the doorway, sunshine smile on display. He sees his eyes scan his face, and the sunshine dims a bit, but he still says excitedly, “Hi, Lee! April just got back, we’re doing a sleepover!”

“Oh – oh yay!” His delayed response throws his act off a little. Don’t get him wrong, he is so happy his sister is back, it’s just he’d really rather not do a sleepover tonight where he has to spend another eight hours pretending to be asleep next to his peacefully resting siblings. “That’s great, I’ll be right there.”

Mikey nods but doesn’t leave, so Leo has to go through the excruciating process of forcing himself up and out of the room with a performative smile painted on his face. Mikey hooks his elbow with his, walking in step with him to the living room. 

He finds Raph and April talking, a bag carelessly dropped next to her feet. She catches sight of him and grins immediately, raising her arms. Leo can see the conscious effort it takes for her to not linger on his eye bags, he’s been needing a lot of that too lately.

“Hi, Apes.” He mumbles into her shoulder as she tightly squeezes him.

“Hi, Leo.” She replies warmly. “Missed you so much.”

A large hand rests on his shell, and he looks up to see Raph smile down at him. “Wanna join in on the hug fest, Raphie?”

“Ha, don’t worry, there’s gonna be plenty to go around in the sleepover soon.” He chuckles. 

“Soon?” Leo asks, and Raph points a thumb to the entrance. Leo turns around to see Donnie and Mikey walk in with a bunch of blankets and pillows in their arms. One of the spider limbs in Donnie’s battle shell is holding Raph’s largest teddy bear, the other holding his blue hoodie he couldn’t find in the morning. 

“We’re doing a sleepover now? It’s literally noon.”

“We’ve hit critical condition.” Donnie informs him primly, dropping the blankets in the middle of the floor. “You’ve been awake for too long.”

His mood sours immediately. He knows, okay? He’s aware that not sleeping for days at a time isn’t healthy, and he knows he looks like shit, but people don’t have to keep commenting on it. 

“Don’t pout.” Mikey wheedles into his side, giving him another squeeze. “We’re gonna help, I promise.”

“Right.” Leo says, disbelief clear in his voice, before something rose-scented smacks him in the face. “Hey!”

“You’re welcome.” Donnie responds, starting to move the furniture to make enough room for the blanket fort. “Your favorite hoodie, freshly washed with softener and your scent beads.”

Leo pulls it over his head, the familiar comforting smell easing some of his tension, the soft texture making him feel like he’s being swallowed whole. “Thanks.” He says quietly, hoping they can’t hear the croak in his voice. 

Donnie pauses in his ministrations for a millisecond before getting back to work with more gusto, him and Mikey setting up an impressive fort that could withstand five siblings. While Leo watches them, Raph taps him on his shoulder, and he’s offered a cup of freshly made chamomile and lavender tea, steam curling on top. The thoughtfulness almost makes him cry as he gives him a wobbly smile in return, taking a sip. It’s the perfect temperature, splash of milk and sweetened with honey, just how he likes it. 

He feels April at his back, gently untying the knot of his mask, carefully folding it and walking to his room to put it away. She comes back with his fuzzy Christmas socks.

“You guys.” Leo tries, feeling emotionally wrung out and sore. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up.” Three turtles reply in unison, breaking out into chuckles. Raph guides him to the center of the fort, making him sit down and rest on the biggest pillow. He finishes his tea as Mikey puts the teddy bear under his other arm and April puts the socks on him, brain too fuzzy to protest. 

He jolts out of his fog when he feels something pressing down on him. He looks up to see Donnie tuck him in under his purple weighted blanket, the one he uses on his bad days. He’s awash with the clean scent of roses, as tears fill up in Leo’s eyes unbidden. He tries to blink them back. “Don…”

“Hush.” Donnie replies, quietly, and Leo sees the lights in the room have been dimmed, his other siblings wearing their pajamas and getting ready to pile. “Stop using your brain. It’s sleeping time now.”

“Wow, I never thought there’d be a day when Hamato Donatello would actually tell me to ‘stop using my brain’.” He croaks out.

Leo prepares for the obligatory joke about him not having a brain in the first place, but Donnie just gives him an amused look in return, speaking softly but matter-of-factly, “Your brain is hurting my twin. So stop using it.”

A ball of emotion lodges in his throat that keeps him from speaking out loud, so he just nods. He gets a head pat for his troubles that he’s too emotional to block away.

Eventually, Donnie lies down next to him, their arms pressed together. Mikey nestles into a ball on his other side, snuggling close. Raph settles behind their heads, turning to his side and curling around them all protectively. April throws her feet over their legs, playfully kicking him in the shin. 

Leo chokes on a laugh, tears soundlessly rolling onto the pillow. This has been one of the longest weeks of his life, hours in the middle of the night spent staring mindlessly at the ceiling, into the middle distance, into the New York skyline. The darkness seeping into his body, harsh, cold. A high pitched hum in his ears, heaviness in his eyes.

Right now though, he feels warm and loved and exhausted beyond belief. But not alone. Never alone. 

“Thanks, guys.” He finally whispers. 

Donnie gently bonks his head with his own, affection clear in the action. Mikey presses a loud kiss onto his bicep. “You’re welcome, big bro.”

Raph strokes his head. “Sleep, Leo.”

“We love you, Nardo.” April says, nudging his foot. “We got you.”

Leo smiles. He trusts them, they got him. He closes his eyes and pulls on his night mask. The demons of the night don’t stand a chance against the warm glow of his family. He finally falls asleep. 

[justwonder113]

Sharing a bed with Han

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

My Masterlist

Summary: While in your twenties you do lot's of crazy stuff like walking up to a stranger and claiming to him that you're dating now. One bed trope; Friends? to lovers; Idiots in Love. Reader and Han matching each other's freak Warning: CURSING It's me who's surprised there, one or two adult jokes. Please inform me if I miss anything. Not proofread. A/N- Hey my lovelies I'm sorry I was absent for so long. Apart from studying I also started to work which took much more time and energy than I thought and my mental health wasn't also the best. But thankfully I'm feeling much better now and I quit that shithole too so I have time to get back to writing, which I'm really excited about. I came up with some new ideas and I can't wait to write it. Requests are open too so if you have anything you want me to write feel freeto ask. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Also I want to thank you all for all the love and support you have given me it means the world to me. Feel free to share your thought I just love knowing what you think about my work^^ Word count- 3k

Inspired by this post right here⬇️ It immediately made me think of Han

Being in your twenties is surely an interesting experience. One might expect of you to be this grown up adult making this important decisions, being all busy doing important stuff, paving your own way in life making connections etc... and You do there's no way you can escape all that grown up shit. But being in your twenties is also really awesome and interesting because despite being this hardworking people who have their shit together people in their twenties also have the tendency to do a complete 180 and to put it simply do some batshit crazy things and then carry on like it's just a regular Tuesday. Well you would know you're in your twenties and you really just proved yourself your point.

You considered yourself quite normal, rational with few crazyish tendencies because you were human after all. To put it simply you were an average person living their life. Like others you were trying to pave your own way in life, hence why you were here in this university working your ass off. You wouldn't call yourself impulsive or crazy even though you had done your share of let's just say some questionable stuff. Nothing special right? But sometimes the parasites the demon you just took over. Like now, what the hell was up?

To paint the situation more clearly you were just finished with your midterms and came out of your last exam. Of course it took a lot of energy and effort from you, heck you were barely standing on your feet from fatigue of couple sleepless nights. Maybe it is what made you act up? Not sleeping for really long time made people lose their minds, you had read about the Russian sleep experiment who gave a fuck if it was a creepy pasta.

You were the first to come out of the exam room and obviously overjoyed from bending over the most difficult subject of the semester. You really outdid yourself, all your hard work and dedication paying off. Well being beyond giddy with excitement you wanted to leap from joy to express your happiness.

It's like you felt the adrenaline levels in your body rise, that's when you noticed a boy your age come out of the exam room next to the one you just left. He also looked really happy and pleased wit himself.

Unable to contain your excitement you walked up to the boy who looked quite handsome you might add, and raised your hands and yelled high five. Were you disrupting other students? -Maybe. Did you care? -No not really. The boy was confused for a second but quickly came back to his senses and high fived you. And this is when a really dumb idea stuck you and before you could even think it over and talk some sense into yourself you intervened your hands and got a little closer to him. A smile crept up your face, somehow amused at the poor boys visible confusion. To be honest you had never seen someone who looked so cute while confused. "We're dating now, love you bae." You couldn't believe this words left your mouth and before you could embarrass yourself even more you quickly left leaving the poor boy behind. God he must have been so shocked.

One might think that that's where thing ended up right? And who would blame you? Any rational person would think that you're crazy and/or delusional and would make sure to avoid you at all cost. But we're not talking about rational people in this tale and things didn't end up there. As it turns out the boy, his name being Han Jisung as you came to know him, was just as crazy as you if sometimes not more. For the past year since that happened, that semester and one more he never missed and whenever he saw you walking in the hallway he always made sure to wave at you all excited and as dramatically loud as possible yell "Hey baby". It didn't matter what the distance between you was, whether you were on the opposite ends of the hallway of standing literally next to each other, everyone's eyes always would end up on you some amused some annoyed faces faced towards you. You always felt torn between finding his antics absolutely adorable and this whole interaction being your highlight of Uni and at the same time wanting to die of shame for all that attention. Honestly at this point you had quite not so (not at all) small crush on him.

That also lead to your dilemma. Despite basically half of the uni thinking that you and Han are dating you obviously weren't. But you were definitely friends. You first normally talked to him when you were at the party one of his friend threw. To be honest you weren't completely feeling yourself that day and when things got a bit too overwhelming you excused yourself and sneaked away to the balcony where you found him. He greeted you as per usual, not failing to put a smile on your face and suddenly you forgot you were feeling tired and overwhelmed. You talked a little about how parties sometimes could be a little too much and then something just clicked. Both of you completely forgot about the party you spent hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time and you felt so at peace while also feeling excited and completely immersed in conversation. You two got even more close when your friend started dating his friend. Naturally both your friend groups got closer to the point that now all of you decided to enjoy much awaited free time together and here you were now in the beautiful beach house you had rented. Looking stunned at the double bed you and Han were supposed to share.

You really liked him, way much more since you got to know him better and got closer to him. You couldn't even imagine not having him in your life. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about your feelings. There were few moments where you thought that maybe he did reciprocate your feelings but knowing how flirty and goofy his personality you decided to let it go and not to hold tightly to the moss. You wouldn't risk losing him as a friend. He was the person who made you believe in soulmates. He was your comfort person, someone you could lean on, your source of joy and excitement. You loved how he literally never failed to match your freak and vice versa and all the crazy stuff you did. He gave a new meaning to being alive!

God you were really going off topic, as you could tell you really liked him, which is why you felt beyond embarrassed when you got sorted in the same room as him, and especially now that you found out that there was only a double bed in the room. Yes you two were close and both of you were used to being touchy to each other but you had never once slept together in the same space.

You cursed yourself for agreeing to your friend to switch rooms with her since she wanted to be with her boyfriend Chan, who was supposed to be Han's roommate. You thought that it was not a big deal because you thought there would be two separate beds, you didn't really bother to check since all you wanted was to get sorted quickly and go to sleep as fast as possible. You would so smack her in the morning, you wouldn't risk going into her room now afraid of seeing not so pg stuff. This was the last time you were going to be considerate to your friends! Especially not after she whispered to you before heading to her room that this was your chance with Han and advising you use protection. Like you needed that on top of everything. Your mind already felt like blowing up!

God you were feeling so awkward you couldn't even fully enjoy how beautiful and perfect everything was, not even how this fluffy straight out of heaven bed was basically calling your name, it basically felt like it was tormenting you.

"Well this is interesting." You tried to break the silence and looked over at Han who looked like he wasn't breathing, God just what did Felix and Minho whisper to him? "Han?" you called out to him a bit alarmed when you noticed or maybe hallucinated who even knows that he was starting to pale. Well it did work and he quickly snapped out of it and gathered himself.

"Listen if you feel awkward about this I understand, I can go sleep in the living room." Han spoke with soft reassuring voice and it did help calming your nerves a little making you fell all soft inside. You had to pull yourself together.

"Oh no Hannie, that couch looked uncomfortable as hell, there's no way you can sleep on that your back will hate you for it!" You tried to reason, and Han thought for a second before bringing up another idea about sleeping on the floor but you didn't even let him finish the sentence. "Listen Ji, this is just as much your vocation as it is mine. You're here to relax and have a good time not to sleep on the floor! Thank you for being considerate, I really appreciate that, but I can't make you sleep on the floor. As long as you're comfortable with it we can share a bed. We're both adults let's not make a big deal out of this." Han looked at you in the eyes for a as if second making sure you were really okay with this then nodded his head softly.

"I'll take a shower first if that's okay with you? Han looked a bit dazed for a second but he quickly snapped out of it. "Yeah sure" He stuttered out and as if to distract himself went over to his bag to search for something.

You couldn't help but squeal on the inside about how cute he was being while heading to the bathroom but once it actually dawned on you that you would be sharing a bed you kinda wanted to bash your head against the wall it just felt like a right thing to do.

You made sure to thoroughly wash yourself to the point that when you got out of the shower you were convinced that you were sparkling. You quickly did your skincare, got dressed in your cute new set of pyjamas and even applied some perfume for that extra fresh feeling. Yup you were definetly sparkling. Also the way that Jisung visibly gulped the second he saw you enter the room? Just perfection, an ideal ego boost! Maybe sharing a room with him wasn't such a bad idea.

Han quickly washed up and here you were in the dimly lit room, in the same bed as him. The bed wasn't as big as it seemed, despite keeping your distance you could still feel his bodyheat, hear his every breath, smell his body wash and his natural a bit musky scent...God you felt like a creep! How the fuck were you supposed to sleep in here?

Han was also visibly nervous your bed was almost vibrating from his constant fidgeting and despite finding him cute and all that if he didn't stop in the next five seconds you would smother him with your pillow. Sighing to yourself you started bracing yourself that you two wouldn't get much sleep today.

Jokes on you you were out like a light switch in like 20 minutes. You only awoke because a suspicious sound coming from the next room, you know the one you don't really want checking. Also by the way his hands tightened around your waist Han was awake too. Wait what?

As if fanfiction gods were laughing at you from above you were all tangled up with Han as if him hugging your waist and you using his chest as a pillow wasn't enough. Oh yes you were both adults you could control yourselves nothing would happen, you just HAD to do a speech!

Okay back to important stuff, what the hell were you supposed to do now?- pretend to be asleep? There's no way Han hadn't noticed that you were awake you two were conjoined like Siamese twins! He probably could even tell the slightest shift in your pulse which went up a lot in this 30 seconds in fact you were pretty sure you would have either panic attack or would just simply pass out. It was 50\50.

God how did you manage to find yourself in this situation? And more importantly, who the fuck smells so good and feels this comfortable to hold? This was so not fair!

Han's soft call of your name brought you back from whatever the hell was going inside your head, his voice was warm asking you if you were awake.

"Yes..."You answered quietly your voice muffled a bit from your face still being smushed on his chest. There's no way you could turn to your pillow after this.

"I, uhm..." - Han begin to talk but stammered, unable to find his words, meanwhile you're stuck in the daze, your mind absolutely flipping over how hot his morning voice is. There was no need to mention the state of your heart, that bitch was a goner.

Feeling frustrated with himself Han sighed, his arms slightly tightening around you. You don't know what compels you but you look up, maybe curiosity to know what he's thinking, thinking maybe you can read his face. The sight has you left in awestruck. His hair is all disheveled but somehow looking so fluffy and soft you really wish you can slide your fingers through his locks. His eyes which are unable to hold your gaze sparkle with the morning light. In fact you're convinced if you hadn't already you would surely fall for him from this sight alone.

'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.

One second he is looking into your eyes the next he has his face covered with his hands whining about something you can't descipher.

"Ji?" - You couldn't mask your surprise.

"You can't look at me like that!"

"Sorry? Like what?"

Jisung looked through his fingers and scoffed as if the answer to that question was the most obvious thing ever. He sighed in defeat when he noticed that you in fact had no clue what was going on.

"All pretty and stuff." You couldn't help but grin once his answer actually dawned on you. God he was too cute for his own good.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He looked at you with unimpressed expression, then he took the pillow from right under his head and put it on his face and screamed into it like dramatic baby he was. Looking at his theatrics you couldn't help but laugh which resulted disapproving grunt of protest which backfired because it only made you laugh even more.

"Oh come on now, don't be mad! It's not everyday you hear your crush admit you're pretty!" You couldn't help but tease and you waited for your answer to dawn on him.

"Still you shouldn't tease!" Han whined from under his pillow. You wondered how much time would he need to actually realize that you admitted you had a crush on him.

"Come on Jiji! Take off the pillow!"

"No I'm dying here!" He really shouldn't spend so much time with Jisung.

And then there was a pause for a second , then two and by the third the pillow covering his face was thrown from the bed into the room somewhere and Jisung staring at you with his wide boba eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

"There it is! Took you some time pretty boy, almost had me worried." You immediately quipped back.

"Don't fluster me woman I'm having a serious moment here what do your crush?!"

"I meant that I like a pretty boy named Han Jisung but for some reason he is taking his sweet time to get that."

"You have a crush on me?" You couldn't really tell if he was teasing or if he was in awe but knowing him he could manage and do both at the same time. He sure was an unique person.

"Good thing that you're cute pretty boy."

"Stop flustering me!"

"Should I kiss you instead?"

The way Jisung whined was beyond adorable honestly how could you not tease him? Now it was your pillow that was stolen and covering his face and his little squeals,

"Hey Ji." You called after a second, he immediately answered a pillow still on his face.

"Does this mean that we're actually dating now?" You wanted to keep your teasing tone but you couldn't really mask your hopefulness. He immediately got rid of the pillow, the embarrassment long forgotten, in second Jisung had you in his arms hugging you tightly he even gave you an obnoxiously loud smooch on your cheek.

"Absolutely baby." There it was his sweet gummy smile. There's no way you could resist that, softly holding his soft cheek you leaned in and connected your lips into a short but sweet kiss. Jisung looked awestruck for a second but this time he immediately came back to his senses and leaned in to connect your lips into much more passionate kiss now well tried to at least neither of you could stop smiling after all. You really had to thank your friend in the morning, sharing a bed with Han was surely one of the best decisions you had ever made.

[m-artemisa-c]

Lucky night

Pairing: Lando Norris x f!reader

This is an (18+) story which means if you are a minor, you are not allowed to interact.

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So this is the first time Im posting something, I was little bored and decided to write one of my many sex fantasies haha english is not my first language so sorry in advance for the grammar errors etc....i don't know if anyone would read this but if you do I hope you enjoy it <3

“Can you please send me the quotations we received today? I already asked you this twice, please focus more on your duties!”  –  I heard Derek, my manager from the other side of the corridor... what an ass... 

The truth is that I’ve been out of my mind for a while, unable to focus on any task. It’s been overwhelming, I must say, a new job, new apartment, new people, and a new city to discover or that’s what I thought. It looks like Monaco is as small as my little hometown, it took me only a week to “discover” my new home. Impressive?  Yes, I would never imagine being here, but I’m not sure I’m going to fit in with all these petulant and fancy people. Everyone seems like some kind of famous shitty person. 

“Do I have to send you a reminder? Or are you going to do the job you are being paid to do? “ – It looks like being a needy asshole is a required skill if you want to be a manager – “I just sent them to you, I also attached the price analysis I made for these suppliers”

For the last 8 years, I worked for an automotive company, it was my first job when I graduated from business school. I started as a trainee for the quality staff and after a year the logistics supervisor asked me if I was interested in joining his team, after some years I got promoted to the sales area. 

I was happy and grateful for the job I had; I'd make enough money to pay my rent and to provide my cat Murphy with all the toys and food he needed to be happy. My life was good or that’s what I thought. 

“There is nothing attached to the mail you sent…” – Derek screamed from his office - “Fuck! You need to stop now “- I screamed to myself. 

“Is everything ok with you? I know you just moved here two weeks ago” – I turned my face and saw my coworker Mike approaching me from his desk – “Ohhh... I’m..Yes, I’m ok thanks. I’m still getting used to my new life haha “ - I responded awkwardly, I turned my face again to my computer screen making sure to attach the files this time and send the email... again. I’ve only been working here for one week and Derek already thinks I’m retarded. 

“Do you have plans for later? We can go for a drink or two” – I turned my face to Mike – “Ammm .. I...mm sure, why not? Having some drinks sounds like a plan to me “ – I reply with a smile on my face – “Nice! So, you tell me when you are done with work, and we will leave. I know a nice restaurant with a stunning view. I’m sure you will love It” – he said as he headed back to his desk. 

One of the main reasons I accepted this job was because I felt something was missing in my life. And when I say “something” I mean sex...sweaty, passionate, and unholy sex.  It’s been 5 years since the last time I had slept with somebody... a guy I met on Tinder... a total disaster.  And after that, I decided I had enough shitty sex and  I spoiled myself... I bought my first sex toy. I named him Timmy because I have a crush on Timothée Chalamet, so since Timmy arrived, I’ve been a happy woman with plenty of orgasms. 

I love Timmy? Yes! no doubt about that, I would never imagine I was able cum so many times in one night, but I cannot deny I want to feel the heat of a dicks men while he is drilling my pussy, I want to feel how his tongue travel all over my body and praise me for being a good girl because  I ride him all night. 

It might sound kind of pathetic that a “grown woman” like me wants to be called a “good girl” but let’s be honest, being 30 is a nice age... That’s what I say to myself when I feel like I’m too old to try to flirt with men or go out. What a disaster! When I was 23, I was way bolder than now, I remember how I used to enter the clubs, knowing exactly which guy I wanted. The flirting game was so fun. Guys trying to get closer to me and dance while they ground their bodies with my ass, grabbing me by the waist and caressing my skin, saying sweet lies to my ear ... good days ...

“So, are we ready?” – Mike’s voice snapped my thoughts. I looked at my clock and realized I  spent 2 hours thinking about my younger years... a nice way to show Derek I’m not retarded – “Uhhh...I just need to send some emails. I will see you in the lobby if that’s ok with you “- Mike nods his head with a smile while he heads to the elevators. 

Maybe tonight is my lucky night, maybe instead of daydreaming about my younger years I need to lose control and show Mike the whore inside of me... – “We need to schedule a meeting with the coil supplier for next Monday and I need to know the amount we have been paying to our broker for these operations. That’s all for today, I expect you to be ready for the meeting “ – my manager said with an annoyed look before leaving my desk. God I need Timmy right now, maybe I can bring him with me and lock myself in the bathroom when I feel angry. I set up the meetings and headed to the elevators to meet Mike. 

While waiting for the elevators I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike and my lucky night. I know I said I was a flirty master when I was younger but now? Hahaha I am a complete loser, I don’t know how to talk with men. How am I going to seduce Mike? He is way more attractive than me, a good-looking man. If I had to guess I would say he is 35, has a nice body, and a charming smile... “Over here!” -  Mike raised his hand and I greeted him with a smile – “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind waiting for me “– I said - “It was only 15 minutes don’t worry. My car is over here “– he put his hand on my back – “Do you seriously drive to the office?” – I looked at him with a surprised face – “Well yes, don’t you?” – he replied – “No haha it's only a 20 min walk from my apartment to the office. I like to walk. It's a nice way to start the day” – it's true, walking is nice, and it feels stupid to drive such a short distance...this is what I mean when I say I’m not sure I’m going to fit here.

We arrived at a nice luxurious restaurant. This is not what I had in mind when Mike said we would go out for drinks, but the view was amazing, just like he promised. Don’t ramble! Remember your lucky night, Mike wouldn’t suggest drinks if he wasn’t attracted to me in some way, right? There is only one reason a man would suggest drinks... Maybe I need some alcohol so I can let myself lose and have fun ... – “Bonjour, je voudrais commander quelque chose à boire? “– the waitress asked and all I could do was look at Mike with a confused look- “He asked if you wanted something to drink “– Mike said with a childish smile – “Oh! Tequila for me please “ – I said as I looked at the waitress- “How come you moved to a city and don’t speak the language?” – Mike asked with an intriguing look – “Ummm well, I didn’t know I was moving until I had to move here haha It was kind of messy, at first the job offer was to be the intermediary between the company and the suppliers. No need for relocation, just weekly meetings but then I got a better offer due to my experience so here I am, completely lost. I’m going to learn how to speak French, people here are kinda pissed if you speak in English all the time ...Maybe you can teach me “– I suggested with a flirty look... or at least that was what I thought I was doing – “Sure! I moved here 3 years ago so I can teach you some basic sentences haha”

Drinks finally arrived and after 1 hour I could feel how tequila was making me forget about my insecurities, now was the time to suggest Mike take me home and maybe invite him another drink. Wait, I need to change my underwear into a nice set of lingerie... Do I even have lingerie? The last time I remember I bought sexy underwear was when I was dating my ex-boyfriend from university, well maybe I can improvise with some thong and a nice bra. 

Alcohol and overthinking don’t get along, take note! While I was deep in my thoughts, I ignored what my new friend Mike said – “Ready to go?” – Mike asked –” Go where?” – I said intrigued – “To my place “- he gave me a confused look -” I asked if you wanted to have some drinks at my apartment. Did you change your mind? “– oh shit... it is happening. Finally, my lucky night is happening – “Sorry, I just feel a little tipsy from the alcohol haha let’s go!”

The drive to Mike’s apartment was fun, he was talking about his favorite spots in Monaco and I was completely lost daydreaming about all the sex I was going to get, while adjusting to my seat I felt how wet my pussy was. My god, I'm so nervous, do I have to make the first move? or should I just let him take control of the situation?

“Babe! I’m so glad you are finally here! “– a beautiful woman said as she came close to Mike and kissed him – “I'm sorry to be late sweetie, we had a couple of drinks before work. I want to introduce you to my new coworker; she moved here two weeks ago, and I thought it would be nice to invite her to our open house so she can meet new people. This is Florence, my girlfriend, she’s from Monaco, she can help you with anything you need. Right, babe? “– I was in shock; all I could do was smile stupidly - “Bienvenue à Monaco ma chère! It's a pleasure to meet you. Mike told me you were having a tough time adjusting here. I'm so glad he suggested this, and as he said I’m here to help you if you need something “– Florence said as she smiled at me. 

What was I thinking? Of course, he is not attracted to me at all, he was only trying to be nice with the new coworker - “Can I offer you a drink? What would you like? We have wine, gin , tequila” - Florence asked me - “Mmm I'm already a little drunk so a glass of water would be nice. I mmm where is the bathroom? “- 

As I head to the bathroom I regret every choice I made for the last month. This was a mistake, everything was a mistake, what was I thinking? I don't belong here, I can quit my job and go back home. My boss hates me and I just embarrassed myself with the only “friend” I made. As I wash my face I decide that it would be better if I just go home. 

“Hey … mmm …I …  am sorry but I don't feel well, I guess I'm not used to drinking alcohol anymore haha I should leave now before I make something I regret” - I said -” Wait what ? When I told you about the party you said you would love to come, what happened?” - Mike asked - “Yeah yeah , I was excited about it but you know I forgot to feed my cat in the morning, he must be starving now. I need to go. Sorry” - I said as I grabbed my purse - “Do you want me to drive you home? It's more than a 20 min walk to the office from here “- Mike said jokingly - “No no , don't worry you have guests coming soon, you must be here. I will order an uber. I will see you on Monday and it was a pleasure to meet you Florence. You have a wonderful apartment, maybe I can visit both again when I'm not drunk”- I said awkwardly as I opened the door. 

Once I was alone in the corridor I realized how pathetic I was. I've always found a peculiar way to expose myself to awkward situations but haha this one is definitely in the top three. Maybe Derek is right and I'm kind of retarded. Fuck! the things I do to get laid, thinking about my sex fantasies is making me lose all my concentration. Maybe I can ask Florence to introduce me to some friends I can - “For fucks sake, get out the way” - I heard someone screaming at me - “Excuse me.. what did you say?” - I asked as I turned my body to face the rude voice  - “Wow, are you deaf? I've been here asking you to move so I can get to the elevator “- another spoiled rich guy, what a surprise. This is it, I'm going back home - “I'm sorry but that's not the way you should talk to people, you never know what is going on with others. Maybe you can be more polite “- I said as I rolled my eyes - “I was polite the first three times I asked you to move so don't try to turn it to me, you are the one who should be apologizing” - Oh god, I want to punch his face so badly - “Yeah, whatever you said Junior, why don't you go back to your daddy's apartment and cry with him “- I said as I begged for the doors to open- “Watch out! A little bitch over here! “-  the guy jokes as the doors open and we both enter …why me...- “You know, there is no valid reason for you to act like this. What is your problem? Your boyfriend doesn't fuck you enough?” - He said with a smirk on his face. Why are attractive guys such jerks? I look down as I wait to get to the lobby - “Yeah, that's what I thought, you are frigid don't you? I bet men don´t even enjoy your company, you look like a boring woman, now I understand why you are such a bitch”

It was all too much, the alcohol, the disappointment, and this spoiled guy. I tried to ignore him but his last words were like a stab in my heart… he was right, men don't enjoy my company, I turned into a boring woman with no sexual appeal, and then I exploded  - “You know what? You are right! I'm a boring woman, I'm all dried up, there’s no joy in my life anymore. Men don't enjoy my company even if I try to seduce him” - I was crying and yelling at him - “I haven't been fucked in almost a decade ” - the guy was completely in shock, you could tell by the way he opened his eyes.He was regretting saying those things - “you can say all you want about me being a bitch but it's not my fault. If men knew how to give a proper fuck I wouldn't be here…trying my best to be flirty - silence filled the elevator as I realized what I was doing -”…sharing personal information with a stranger and embarrasing myself …fuck”- oh god, this day is getting worse I think I'm going to lose my mind. Yes this guy is a jerk but I'm being mental over here. I need to calm down  - “look I'm sorry” - I said as I wiped my tears- “it's not a good day “

I buried my face in my hands pretending I was back home when I felt the elevator stop. I looked at the guy and he was pressing the red stop button - “What the hell are you do…” - was all I could say. In a matter of seconds, I felt a warm tongue deep inside my mouth while a strong pair of hands grabbed my face, cornering my body between the wall. The kiss was so passionate I could barely breathe, his tongue was exploring my mouth like crazy, suddenly this rich spoiled guy sucked my lower lip making me moan from the pleasure. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a pair of eyes looking into my soul, wonderful blue eyes that made me feel so vulnerable yet excited and horny.  His fresh breath was on my face and we stayed like this for what it feels like an eternity. I was completely mesmerized by this guy. 

He ran his thumb over my lower lip, just where he sucked it and I saw how he smirked. His other hand moved to grab one of my boobs- “You are a wonderful woman” - he said as he caressed my breast over my blouse. I let out a soft moan  - “And most important, you are not dried up “- he said as he kissed my neck - “I bet I can make your delicious pussy soak all over me” - I felt his thigh between my legs, just where my clit was. The friction was pure pleasure to my soul and I let a loud moan escape my mouth as I grabbed his strong bicep - “Come on, let yourself enjoy this' ' - he said as he kept kissing my neck. I was in heaven, he was kissing me just where I wanted. It was like he knew my body and how to touch me, I let myself lose and grind harder on his tight  - “Oh my g.... mmmm…yesss” -  I moaned as my head fell back giving him more access to kiss my neck. I could feel his smile on my throat as I kept moaning from the pleasure  - “Fuck!” - he muttered in my ear - “I can already feel your wetness” -  he said as both of his hands grabbed my waist guiding my movements - “Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see how much you are enjoying this” - he commanded as I was on the edge of pleasure, unable to react to his instructions.I kept grinding harder on his thigh with my eyes closed enjoying the pleasure and chasing my orgasm. I could feel it coming, my legs were shaking and I was babbling nonsense words and moans, and suddenly it stopped. I opened my eyes with an angry look - “Why …mm. noo … I was so clos..”- I felt how he turned my body to face my reflection on the mirror wall. One of his hands grabbed my throat while the other slid down to my pussy.  - “Open your eyes, sweetie. I want you to see how pretty you look when you moan” - his hand was teasing my pussy over my jeans - “Mmmmm yeesss” - I moaned as I leaned my head back to his chest - “No no “- he said as he guided my head back so I could see myself again - “I told you I want you to see yourself “ - he said as he gently rubbed my pussy - “Do you like what you see? Fuck you look so sexy, I can see how bad you want it” - I nodded frenetically - “ Yess please, I want it, please please don't stop this time” - I saw how he smirked proudly - “Mmmm such a good girl for me. Do you want me to touch you? Feel the heat of your soaking pretty pussy?” - What a jerk, he is making me beg for it … it's worth it…be a whore for him -” Yess! Touch me and make me cum”. 

I felt how his hand unbuttoned my jeans and slid into my underwear just where I needed him. Fuck ! I could hear how wet I was, sticky noises filled the elevator as  he opened my folds, his long fingers were traveling all over my dripping pussy  to my clit and teasing my hole. I watched the obscene scene from the mirror wall, this cute guy was driving me crazy. I felt a wave of confidence and I started to grind my body against him, I felt his hard cock against my ass, his big, hard, and delicious cock. Our bodies were like matching pieces from a puzzle, perfectly moving while we enjoyed the friction. 

I grabbed his neck to increase the pressure and in a violent move, he ripped the buttons of my blouse. With no hesitation, he moved my bra exposing my bare chest to him - “Mhmmmm…you have a pair of delicious nipples over here”  - He said as he cupped one of my boobs, my nipples were hard and aching for more - “Come on, cum for me pretty girl” - he commanded - “Ahh..yes.. please..mmm.. keep… keep going... I just …mmm… kiss me “ I felt his warm tongue in my mouth once again. I was moaning against his mouth as he violently abused my clit making my legs shake from pleasure. He kept rubbing my soaking pussy and without a warning I felt an amazing jolt all over my body -” Fuuck yes! Yess cum all over my fingers!” - I heard as I felt my soul leave my body, I was shaking like crazy. 

It took me a while to recover from the amazing orgasm, I was unable to stand by myself, luckily a pair of strong arms were helping me. Once my brain was ready I opened my eyes, I saw how this spoiled rich guy was licking his fingers covered with my cum. Fuck, he is so hot! I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile to myself. Sweat was coming down my forehead, my face was red, my nipples were hard and you could easily see how I still had goosebumps - “You taste like heaven”  - I heard from behind. I gave him a shy smile as I tried to fix myself but he stopped me. I faced him and he grabbed my face between his hands - “I'm sorry for being a jerk” he kissed me once again, a soft and gentle kiss - “And as i said…You are not dried up sweetie” - he said as he put one lock of hair behind my ear -”If that thought crosses your mind again I will gladly remind you how wet i can make you” - I instantly blush as I bite my lower lip, I tried to cover my chest with my ripped blouse - “Fuck, I'm sorry for this too”- he gave me a childish smile - “Why don't you come over my place? I will give you a shirt …” 

Maybe being here can be an exciting adventure after all, maybe Monaco isn't as bad as I thought. “Im Lando by the way, please accept my offer…You can apologize for being a bitch…”

[nyarumie]

hii dropping by to say i love your works sm !! since you mentioned abt narumi requests, id like to make one :3

how aboutt narumi randomly feeling hungry during his game night and when he goes to find food he sees reader! so they end up making/getting food tgt all domestic and fluffy (if you’re cooking bro is definitely not thinking abt wifing u up uhhhh), feel free to create any setting you’d like for the scenario hihi

(also this might or might not be an excuse for me to ask u to become moots aha)

Food Impact! (Oneshot)

narumi gen x reader — pure fluff, more fluff, and even more fluff! sweet and gentle narumi, established relationship, the kitchen staff are eavesdropping on them, spoiler alert: they made a mess in the kitchen.

Author's Note: Readers, please search up the food name references I included here to get the entire picture of what they're trying to make <3

Author's Reply: hi, rye! I think we're already mutuals (at least, it's what my notif bar says? i know im already following u tho! i love your works too <3 it inspired me to write and post too, to be honest) thank you for this request i totally had fun writing it and helped me with my writer's block (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ id love to interact more too!

Cross-posted on ao3. Ask box is open, and masterlist can be found on my pinned. Have fun reading, everyone!

The sight that greeted Hasegawa has an unusual factor.

Stacked yamazon boxes, check.

Littered cans and bottles, check.

Neglected blankets and pillows, check.

An unbothered Captain on his futon playing his BS5, gone.

Or maybe he's just being dramatic. Narumi is actually there, albeit not stuck in front of his huge ass TV for once. Rather, he's shockingly seated behind his office table, adorning a serious expression while giving his laptop an intense focus.

His Vice Captain is rendered speechless. Was he seeing things? The First Division’s Captain… is actually doing work?

“Hasegawa. What is it? I’m busy here.” he said, hands busy on his laptop.

Oh, he's been staring at him for the past 5 minutes, mouth agape. Regaining his composure, he stated his business. “Your presence is requested for an interview. I believe I sent you the notice first thing in the morning.” But is it right to be disturbing him when he’s finally working—a rarer than once in a blue moon occasion?

“Requested, not required. Don't care, won't care.”

“...Then I’ll ask her to do it in your stead.”

“Don't. She's helping me with my work.”

Sighing, Hasegawa turned around to leave, surprisingly not picking Narumi up like a helpless cat to make him attend the interview.

Once Narumi heard the door click, the corner of his lips turned up, unable to stop the smug, triumphant grin from forming. “Hah, too easy! I’m busy working alright, my ass is practically burning from sitting here all day!”

In truth, the laptop Narumi specifically requested when he was promoted as Captain is a gaming laptop. He had somehow convinced the higher ups that its specifications are far greater than anything most officers can handle and is fitting for his position as Captain. Not that they know what it really is, of course.

He has been playing Jenshin Ympact the moment his office shift started. You had practically begged him yesterday to grind for you, saying that you’ll handle his paperworks worth a week’s job as long as he gets your desired character and weapon. “Why won’t she just top-up on this game? We have all the money to get every single character. What a bummer.”

Not that he understands why you’re willing to shoulder his paperworks over playing a game. Nothing’s enjoyable about paperworks at all! But you complained that your back was hurting from grinding, and who was he to reject such a good offer? That means a grumpy Hasegawa would appear less on his doorstep.

Complaints can be heard from him as he speedruns a side quest, mumbling about how the NPCs are too helpless. “What the… why do most NPCs ask for food here? What kind of adventurer doesn’t bring any food with them?”

Karma seemed to have hit him, his stomach growling too loud for his liking.

Ignoring it, he continued, still insulting every single unimportant character here and there. “Boo. Shut up. Don't like you. Go away. I hope you get eaten by a slime—”

And an even angrier sound came from his stomach.

“Fine! I’ll grab something to eat.”

What he meant by grab something to eat, is grab you to get the both of you something to eat. He refuses to eat anything without you, finding it more enjoyable doing mundane things with you around. His stomach has been empty since morning, wanting to get an early start on his grind.

He sulkily made his way towards your own room, knowing that you've been just as cooped up as him in your respective offices.

Not bothering to knock, he calmly opened the door, instantly finding you still working on his paperworks, desk situated across your door.

His familiar presence caught your attention, eyes lighting up in joy at the sight of him. “Gen! What brings you here? Do you need anything?”

Without a word, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, making you drop your pen in the process.

Confused, you tried calling him again. “Gen?”

“Mhm… heard you. Just come with me.”

“Alright.” You smiled, his uncharacteristically calm demeanor endearing you. He was often like this with you, as if your very existence is his source of peace.

A comfortable silence lingered as you let him lead you to his your destination. Halfway there, you finally recognized the route to the cafeteria.

‘Oh, he's just hungry.’ you thought. ‘But wouldn't he prefer instant meals or deliveries instead of going all the way here?’

But instead of going straight to the self-service counter, he turned and made his way to the kitchen instead. Wait, are you even allowed there? Sure, he's the Captain, but he's not a cook!

He finally let go of your wrist, unceremoniously opening the large door, earning shocked stares from the kitchen staff and making them pause their job.

You pulled at his sleeve. “Gen—”

“Is there an available cooking station here?” he asked.

The staff looked at each other, obviously baffled. “Uhm, Captain Narumi, sir; there is. But it's at the far end of the Kitchen…” a cook said, pointing towards the station.

“Good. We’ll be using it undisturbed.”

Gen continued making his way forward, with you holding the cuff of his sleeve to ease your nerves. You offered an apologetic look at every person you made eye contact with as you both made your way through. He still hasn't said anything as to why you're here of all places, confusing you further.

He came to an abrupt stop once you reached ‘your’ station. It's time to get to the bottom of this.

“Gen, did you say we'll be using this cooking station? Are we actually cooking?”

He faced you, his arms crossing. Suddenly, he looked a bit bashful. “Yeah. That's what I said.”

Raising your brow, you tried prying more information from him. “And what exactly are we gonna cook?”

“Ahem. So I saw this food while playing Jenshin Ympact…” He pulled out his phone, showing you a screenshot of the food.

Invigorating Kitty Meal.

Giggles threatened to spill from your lips. No wonder he wants to make it yourselves.

He swiped the photo to another screenshot. “And there's this other one. You love mushrooms, I thought you'd want something simple to eat.” Milky Mushroom Crisp Tower. How cute, he was also thinking of you!

“They look pretty fun and easy to make. However… Both of us don't know how to cook, Gen.” you frowned.

“But you just said it looks easy to make. There's two of us, that should be good enough, yeah?” he pouted.

Fondly, you sighed. He’s being too adorable right now, you just can't say no to him. “Alright, we’ll try. If it turns out good, you’ll marry me, won't you?” you joked.

He brightened up at this, pushing his hair back, determined to make his kitty meal. “Consider it done.”

After thoroughly examining the screenshots, you personally approached a few people stationed in the kitchen, asking them which ingredients would best suit your planned meal. With a couple of pieces of advice here and there, you and Gen started to put the plan in motion.

He passes you a rather large bowl full of rice, busying yourself with shaping it to form a cat, filling its inside with mayo tuna. He tasked himself with (trying) to cook the steak while watching the eggs boil, which you doubted at first, earning you a complain from him (‘Hey! You're on the same boat as I am; can't cook, can't question!’)

Cooking the steak is quite the task, so you decided to handle your mushroom toast yourself.

You poorly sliced up the mushroom and tossed it in a small pot filled with a cup of thick cream and easily melted cheese. Not hard at all!

You leave it be and checked on Gen, who you find struggling with not burning the steak. “Need help?”

“I’m fine! It's just that this is totally not beginner friendly, that's all!”

“...Gen, the eggs are overcooked.” A series of curses left his mouth as he hurriedly took them off the boiling water, and his nose scrunched up on the smell of something burning.

“Your mushroom! The heat is turned all the way up!” Now it was your turn to panic.

After a couple of errors from both your ends, it was safe to say that you've finally reached the final task of your newly found skill.

You were carefully carving some seaweed, cheese, and ham as the final touches to his rice kitty’s facial features. Gen was standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he watched your art, humming to himself. He seemed pleased despite the mess you both made.

“Let's cook again someday.” he said.

You snort, “Speaking too soon? You won't say that if this turns out bad.”

“Nahh. Not if I’ll marry you.”

You laugh, taking it as a joke. You feel him perch his head on your shoulder, face turning into a frown. “I wasn't joking! Here, have this.”

He took your hand, putting a seaweed ring on your finger. You giggled again, your heart can't take him sometimes. “I didn't mean to laugh at you. You're being too adorable today! Let's eat these right here before they spoil.”

He looked too sad to see the kitty get devoured, sulking despite how good it surprisingly tasted. And yours wasn't too bad either, glad that you were able to salvage whatever was left from the burnt mushroom sauce.

“ ‘M definitely gonna marry you someday.” he suddenly said.

Your head whipped towards him so fast, only to find him munching on his meal, face serious. “Food so good it got you saying that again?”

He shook his head. “Don't you want me as your husband?” he whined.

You felt your face flush, suddenly aware that he meant what he said. “Go put on a real ring on me first. Then I'll take you as my husband.” you teased.

Looking thoughtful, he hummed. “I can wait just fine. It arrives tomorrow.”

Wait. What?

“What arrives… tomorrow?”

“The ring.” he said, matter-of-factly.

You faced him fully, mouth wide open. He’s dropping this information way too casually!

Sensing your stare, he also turned to look at you, food still in hand. “What? If you're worried about the size, I got it covered.”

“You're crazy. When did you purchase it?”

“Hmm… a couple of weeks ago. When I heard you scolding Hasegawa for disturbing me, saying I needed rest for carrying No. 1’s eyes on a daily basis. No one dares to scold him like that! So I decided to promote you as my wife!” he proudly said.

You tug at the front of his clothes, pulling him closer. “I want to kiss you right now.”

He set his food down, placing his hands on your waist. His eyes seemed to sparkle with mirth. “Then, as the Captain of the First Division, I grant you special permission to kiss me.”

And with that, you closed the distance between you, feeling the both of you smile in your kiss.

Bonus:

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the kitchen staff were eavesdropping the entire time. Who would’ve thought that this is how good their Captain's romantic life is?

You two were so absorbed in your own little bubble, failing to notice the suppressed squeal from a staff that was tasked to spy on you when you kissed. Seems like you forgot there were other people around you.

The staff went back to the others, meeting their expectant gazes. Wordlessly, they gestured their ring finger and acted out a kiss. It was comical, but the message was well-received nonetheless. It became an unspoken rule to keep what happened that night amongst themselves, wanting to respect your and the Captain's joyous moment.

[whatifitookalilnap]

The Magic of Makeup

(Kyoshi x Rangi)

(A/N: EVERYONE PLS THERE IS A SMUT SCENE HERE! WE GET PORN WITH PLOT SO LIKE AVERT YOUR EYES IF THATS NOT YOUR THING!!!!! Also don't judge me cause IDK how diplomacy or nobility stuff works I'm here for drama. Anywho I already made a couple posts about this but I thought it was so funny that I decided to make a whole fic. The ao3 link will be posted right after this for those who prefer it. Anywho, pls enjoy!)

Kyoshi was jolted awake by Jinpa roughly shaking her entire body. The Avatar immediately sat up and grabbed her fans placed right beside her bed. 

“Who’s dying?!” Kyoshi exclaimed as she jumped out of bed.

“No one, but the Fire Nation nobility are here! Like, they are waiting in front of the gates as we speak!” Jinpa hissed.

“What do you mean they’re already here?! They were supposed to arrive at lunch!” Kyoshi yelled.

“That’s what I was told. I think this is some kind of power play. Just get dressed,” Jinpa insisted.

“Damn! Do you think I can get away with not wearing any of my usual makeup? There’s no way I’m going to have the time but I still need to look intimidating! It’s part of my whole shtick!” Kyoshi asked.

“You’re six and half feet tall, I think you can make it work. Now get changed, woman! We got people to argue with! I'll meet you there!” Jinpa said before rushing out the door.

Kyoshi cursed before springing out of bed to put on her usual business attire. Alright, the green outfit? Check. The headdress? Check. The fans? Check. Big ass gloves? Ah shit, they're not here. Whatever, it’s not that important. Well, that’s all Kyoshi has time for.

The Avatar quickly threw open the door to her bedroom and began speed walking down the hall. Kyoshi already hated leaving her room without makeup. Nowadays, putting on her makeup is step one of her morning routine. She can't remember the last time she handled Avatar business with a bare face. It made her feel vulnerable. Exposed. This meeting needs to end quickly.

As she was speed walking to the conference room where this meeting is to be held, Kyoshi spotted her girl briskly walking in halls. The Avatar couldn’t resist perking up at the sight of her girlfriend coming to meet her. Of course, Rangi had already been awake for an hour before the stupid nobles arrived. She’s always been an early riser.

“Did you have any clue they were coming in so early?” Rangi asked once they met up.

“No, Jinpa had to wake me. I had zero time to get ready,” Kyoshi sighed as the two fell into step with each other.

“I assume that’s why you’re not wearing any makeup,” Rangi very correctly guessed. 

“Yeah, there’s just no way I could have made it happen,” the tall woman confirmed.

“I think that’s for the best, honestly. Being punctual should take priority in this scenario,” Rangi nodded.

Kyoshi felt a surge of pride course through her when Rangi approved of her plans. If only the world knew how weak the Avatar is for her girlfriend. She’d be killed within a week. 

“Let’s get this over with. Hopefully the little bastards are more agreeable this time around,” Kyoshi sighed. 

How Kyoshi despises the damn Fire Nation nobles sent into the damn peace agreement. Kyoshi’s had like five other meetings with them and has been unable to come to an agreement all parties are happy with.

The names of the three nobles that have been utterly torturing Kyoshi for weeks are Akira, Nao, and Chari. Akira does most of the talking, Nao and Chari are really just her yesmen. They're all simply unbearable. The three of them were around her age of twenty two, which is probably what makes them so insufferable. They’re young, spoiled, rich, think they know everything under the damn sun, and worst of all, they don’t have the good sense to fear her. 

Anyone with half a brain should be terrified of Kyoshi! It’s like Jinpa said, she’s six feet and six inches tall! She towers over everyone she meets! Plus the makeup! Ghostly white face and bloody red eyes?? That’s the perfect recipe for fear! How can anyone not be terrified of her?

Maybe it’s wrong to feel so upset that some people aren’t scared of her, but Kyoshi can’t help it. People not having a healthy amount of fear when interacting with her makes her uneasy. If the literal Avatar can’t freak someone out, what can? 

“Wait, one more thing before we go in there,” Rangi said as she stopped right outside the door of the meeting room. 

“What? Did I forget something?” Kyoshi frowned.

“You did,” Rangi confirmed. 

Kyoshi furrowed her brows and went back through her mental checklist involving her attire. Outside of the makeup and gloves, Kyoshi is pretty positive she had everything she needed.

Naturally, Rangi proved her wrong. The firebender cupped Kyoshi’s face in her hands and gave her a light kiss on the lips. At once, Kyoshi’s arms went to Rangi’s hips in order to deepen the delightful sensation. Sadly, Rangi pulled away. 

“You’re going to do great. Stop worrying so much. That’s supposed to be my job,” Rangi smirked. 

“Kay,” Kyoshi said. You know, like an idiot. 

Rangi should never have kissed her right before such an important meeting. Now all Kyoshi can think about is the next opportunity for those lips to be back on her. Kyoshi is so in love with her it physically hurts. 

Okay, time to get the love struck look off her face before facing the nobles. Kyoshi took in a deep breath before nodding to Rangi. With that, her loyal bodyguard opened the doors to where Jinpa and the nobles sat. 

The Fire Nation nobles were muttering amongst themselves as they had during every single one of the past meetings. Typical. Kyoshi had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. However, once the three nobles looked at her, they immediately shut up. That was a surprise.

During the past meetings, even when Kyoshi made her presence known, the little trolls still blabbed on and acted as though she didn't even exist. They would only stop talking when Kyoshi started to speak. However, today she didn’t need to say a word before all eyes were on her. All of the nobles were looking at Kyoshi with shocked expressions, flushed faces, and one of them had their lips parted slightly open in what she can only assume is shock. 

This is suspicious as fuck. 

“Apologies, everyone. I hadn’t realized we would be meeting so soon. Please accept my tardiness,” Kyoshi said respectfully with a bow. 

What she really wanted to say was ‘couldn’t you have given a girl a heads up before meeting me at the crack of dawn’ but that didn’t seem appropriate.

Akira then sprung up out of her seat to pull out a chair for Kyoshi to sit. Kyoshi quickly glanced at Rangi and Jinpa in wonder to see if she's seeing the same thing. Now why on Earth would Akira do that?

“Of course, we certainly didn’t mean to inconvenience such a beautiful woman as yourself. Please, allow me,” Akira said.

Rangi looked like she wanted to set Akira on fire. Kyoshi shared the sentiment. What is she playing at? Less than a minute in and it's rather obvious they are sucking up to her. Ultimately, Kyoshi did sit down on the seat Akira pulled out for her in the name of civility. But that doesn't mean Kyoshi had to like it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Avatar Kyoshi?” Nao asked.

Kyoshi shot Rangi and Jinpa yet another look. Are these idiots being serious right now?

“I didn’t realize I was so unrecognizable without my makeup,” was all Kyoshi said. 

Granted, that is a lie, but she really didn't know what else to say that's a polite statement. Whenever Kyoshi goes into town with a bare face, many do not make the connection despite her rather noticeable height.

“What? You’re Avatar Kyoshi? Really?” Chari blurted out. 

Oh, this is going to be a long meeting.

“Yes, I am,” Kyoshi nodded.

“I didn't realize you were hiding freckles under all that makeup. You wear them well,” Nao smiled. 

Is Kyoshi drunk? Did somebody slip her something when she wasn't paying attention? What in all Four Nations is happening right now? They must want something from her if they're being this nice.

“I think we need to get started with this meeting,” Jinpa rushed out hastily. It was almost as if he was in a panic. Odd.

“Of course. Please, start us off. Your voice is quite soothing, Avatar Kyoshi,” Akira smiled, chin resting in the palm of her left hand.

Kyoshi actually thinks she’s experiencing whiplash right now. In past meetings, when the discussion gets opened up on a subject, the nobles immediately try arguing for their side. It takes ages for them to be willing to hear Kyoshi out. Something is so wrong here. It's best to ignore that compliment for now.

The more the negotiations progressed, the weirder everything got. The three nobles, mainly Akira, kept blatantly sucking up to her by praising everything she did. While it's true her reputation has improved as the Avatar the past couple years, it certainly wasn't enough to warrant this kind of reaction.

Even one of the people on her side was acting strange. Jinpa, who's usually a man of patience and serenity, seemed very antsy to move things along. He would often try to steer the conversation away from the nobles when their compliments became too excessive.

Rangi was the only one who was making sense right now. As per usual, she took her role as a bodyguard very seriously. She stood there, stoic as a statue, ready to defend Kyoshi should any dangers arise.

Kyoshi stole a quick glance at her girl to find her looking ever so slightly more irritated than usual. Who can blame her, honestly? Kyoshi wants this to be over just as much as Rangi does.

About one hour in and Kyoshi is bored out of her mind. She propped her chin on the palm of her left hand. It's really not proper etiquette and she might get scolded for it later, but Kyoshi is not at a point where she cares. She then felt an itch on her nose, so she used her right hand to scratch it.

Akira was speaking like she always did, but her voice died down when she took a good look at Kyoshi's hands. This woman literally could not get any more strange.

“Is something the matter, Lady Akira?" Kyoshi asked.

"Apologies, Avatar Kyoshi. I hope I did not offend you, I was simply caught off guard. You just have the most beautiful hands," Akira said earnestly.

Did Jinpa squeak? Huh.

Well, Kyoshi had to fight the urge to laugh. Man, they are really grasping at straws here. She must have run out of things to stroke Kyoshi's ego about. The Avatar is well aware of the state of her hands. Beauty is not on the list.

"Please, no need to fill my head with empty compliments," Kyoshi insisted.

"I assure you, my compliments are nothing but sincere. You have the most wonderful hands I've ever seen," Akira said seriously.

Huh, weird. It honestly did seem like the noblewoman was telling the truth. Maybe she is. It could very well be that she's borderline insane, but that's not really the topic here.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but my hands are pretty banged up with all the scars. Consequences of those battles, I suppose," Kyoshi awkwardly laughed in order to lighten the mood.

"The way I see it, the scars you adorn are a testament to your bravery and honor. Courageous is the most beautiful thing a person can be," Akira said. Her two noble goons nodded their agreement.

She had to admit, Kyoshi feels moved. It's no wonder Akira is the spokesman of the group. That is a noblewoman who really knows how to sweet talk a girl. She did wonder why Jinpa squeaked again, though.

Okay, Kyoshi needs to think this through. The odd behavior of the three nobles is a mystery Kyoshi has the desperate urge to crack. The compliments, the pleasantries, the agreeability, there has to be a reason why.

Seeing the three Fire Nation nobles stare at her scars with that look in their eyes made the answer hit Kyoshi like a boulder. Finally, the Avatar understood the out of character actions. Those three are absolutely terrified of her.

It all made perfect sense. Scars in general can look pretty scary. Not only does Kyoshi have a rather large amount of them, the implications of what she experienced also must be freaking out the nobles. The scars show that Kyoshi has lived through much more powerful and intimidating foes than the ones who sit before her. It's visual proof that Kyoshi is the strongest person in this room. And they're terrified of that.

It has to be why Akira made such a point to compliment them. She's well aware of the battles Kyoshi fought to gain her scars.

The makeup and gloves were hiding the scars which must be why the nobles haven't seemed scared of her until now. Turns out, Kyoshi just had her approach all wrong. They did not fear scary makeup or a tall stature, they fear scars and Kyoshi's true face.

Their behavior makes complete sense now.

It's probably wrong that Kyoshi is so excited that she finally found a way to scare these people. They have been grating on her nerves for weeks and she finally has the upper hand. The Avatar is in full control now.

Kyoshi is absolutely going to milk this.

"It feels as though we've been stuck in this room for ages. It's getting quite hot in here," Kyoshi lied.

With that, the Avatar rolled up her sleeves where even more scars decorated her arms. Kyoshi was even bold enough to undo her collar a touch to reveal the scar on her neck. She snapped open one of her fans and fluttered it to gently brush against the neck scar.

Her actions had the desired effect. All three nobles immediately began intensely studying Kyoshi's scars, especially the one on her neck. They were red, evidently nervous, and now incapable of looking her in the eye. They finally feel terrified by Kyoshi. This is a memory she will cherish for years to come.

Kyoshi saw Rangi in her peripheral vision sitting with crossed arms and a deep scowl. The Avatar felt as though she was beaming with pride. Of course Rangi caught onto the fact that Kyoshi is working on her intimidation tactic and is playing the role of scary bodyguard to add to it. Rangi is just so smart.

"Avatar Kyoshi! Would you like me to, uh, open up some windows? I had no idea you were feeling so hot," Jinpa nervously rushed out.

"Please do," Kyoshi smiled.

Jinpa nodded and hurriedly opened up a couple windows as Kyoshi put her fan back at her side. She did what she needed to do to strike fear in their hearts.

"I must say, Avatar Kyoshi, you wield your fans as though they're part of you. It's quite impressive. You have very skilled hands," Nao pointed out.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of the other things my hands can do, haven't you?" Kyoshi asked with narrowed eyes.

If her reputation precedes her, then stories resembling her scuffle with Xu Ping An would have certainly reached the Fire Nation. She would make it very clear that compliments should not distract from how truly terrifying Kyoshi really is.

"I, well yes. Many have heard stories of your, um, abilities," Nao rushed out.

"Many stories indeed," Akira mumbled.

Chari just sat there looking like an imbecile. Kyoshi wasn't really expecting much else from the lump.

"Alright, I'm going to cut to the chase. What is it that you want from me?" Kyoshi asked in a low voice to add to her intimidation.

Obviously, for them to be this scared of her, she must also have some kind of leverage they need. Apparently, Kyoshi would have to wait to find out.

"Avatar Kyoshi, I insist upon a recess at once!" Jinpa practically shrieked while standing up.

Everyone in the room was visibly shocked at the monk's outburst except for Rangi. Kyoshi's never known the man to raise his voice in such a manner, especially not in a meeting like this one. Whatever had Jinpa so panicked must be important.

"Of course. You don't mind a small break, do you?" Kyoshi grinned, knowing damn well they won't say no to her.

"Please, take all the time you need. We'll wait as long as it takes," Akira managed to rush out.

Hah, the annoying noble still looks flustered. Kyoshi could not be happier. They finally fear her. It feels so good to win.

Kyoshi left the room, quickly followed by Rangi and Jinpa. Once the door closed behind them, Rangi grabbed Kyoshi's arm and pulled her to the left.

"Make sure we're not followed, Jinpa," was all Rangi muttered out.

"Y-yes of course," Jinpa hastily agreed.

"Rangi, what's-" Kyoshi started to say.

"One more word and I'm putting you into horse stance for so long your successor will feel it," Rangi hissed.

Okay, so clearly she's not happy. Kyoshi can't imagine why though. That meeting is going spectacularly. The nobles are significantly more cooperative, they actually listen to what Kyoshi has to say, and they're now willing to give into her demands. She can't understand what Rangi could possibly be so upset about.

Maybe Kyoshi didn't notice something during the discussions? Is it possible the Fire Nation nobles are playing her and Rangi is going to let her know? It's certainly not the first time Kyoshi has made a major blunder like that. There really wasn't much time to contemplate this because in less than a minute the two women apparently arrived at their destination.

The spot Rangi led her to was a tiny hallway that had a single window at the end of it but nothing else. There are no doors or chairs, so no one really spends much time in this area of the building. This is a very interesting spot to talk about any potential issues from the meeting.

Kyoshi looked at Rangi and raised an eyebrow, still very unwilling to speak in risk of horse stance punishment. Rangi didn't say anything. No she did not. Instead, she yanked on Kyoshi's collar and crashed their lips together. Before she even had time to blink, Rangi had pinned her against the wall of the tiny hallway.

Is that what Kyoshi was expecting to happen? It most certainly was not. Is Kyoshi mad about it? She most certainly is not.

Kyoshi quickly put one hand on Rangi's shoulder while the other cupped the back of Rangi's neck to deepen the kiss. The bodyguard moved on from kissing her lips to slowly trail her mouth down Kyoshi's neck.

"There's other ways to rile me up, you know," Rangi mumbled into her skin.

That is something that Kyoshi will be noting for later. Especially if this is the result.

The Avatar gasped as Rangi began pressing hot kisses on the scar at the base of her neck. A low moan rumbled from Kyoshi's throat against her will. Fuck, that firebender knew exactly what she was doing. Rangi knows Kyoshi's body like the back of her hand.

Therefore, she knows that kissing Kyoshi's neck scar will automatically turn her on. Kyoshi can feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her cunt began clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stimulated.

That's when she felt Rangi's hand slowly creep down to the very top of her long skirt. Then, her fingertips ever so slightly went beneath the skirt where Kyoshi's underwear resided.

Holy shit. Is Rangi trying to do what Kyoshi thinks she's trying to do? Now? Of all the times?

"Rangi, we have a meeting," Kyoshi gasped.

"Just say the word and I'll stop," Rangi whispered into her ear.

A better Avatar would be able to resist. A better Avatar would be able to tell their girlfriend it's a bad idea to have sex when they're in the middle of an important meeting.

It would appear that Kyoshi is not a better Avatar.

"We need to be quick," Kyoshi hissed.

"Well who am I to defy the Avatar?" Rangi grinned.

With that, Rangi's hands slipped past the waistband and lightly brushed against Kyoshi's clit. The taller woman gasped once more and bit her lip to prevent the sound from coming out.

"Fuck, Kyoshi. I've barely even touched you," Rangi mumbled lowly.

The poor Avatar didn't even have time to respond before one of Rangi's fingers slowly entered her. Kyoshi gasped and clenched tightly around her finger. It's when Rangi started slowly moving her finger that Kyoshi let out a high pitch whine.

Embarrassingly enough, Kyoshi's always been rather vocal during sex. This really is not the time to be vocal.

"You know I love the sounds you make, but unless you want those Fire Nations nobles to see the Avatar getting fucked by her bodyguard, you're gonna need to be quiet for me," Rangi smirked.

The prospect of that scenario playing out is enough for Kyoshi's entire body temperature to increase. It's just not fair how sexy her girlfriend is or how her melodic voice gets Kyoshi all riled up.

The Avatar had gotten so wet that Rangi had no issues slipping a second finger inside of her. Kyoshi buried her face in Rangi's shoulder to muffle her moans. The way her fingers furiously thrusted inside Kyoshi brought her closer and closer to her breaking point.

While Rangi continued to fuck Kyoshi with her fingers, the bodyguard decided to continue her onslaught of kisses on the side of Kyoshi's neck. The sensation made the Avatar so weak in the knees that she's basically leaning on Rangi for support.

Kyoshi knew she wouldn't last much longer. Rangi's fingers were relentless and every spot her lips touched set Kyoshi's skin on fire. Then Rangi's fingers hit that perfect sweet spot that made Kyoshi want to cry out from pure bliss. The firebender's precise fingers hit that same spot over and over again, causing Kyoshi to arch into Rangi, desperate to be as close as possible to her.

Once Rangi's thumb began hastily circling Kyoshi's clit, it was over for her. The Avatar had to physically bite her lip to prevent her moan from coming out as she finally reached her climax. Evidence of Kyoshi's wetness was coated over Rangi's fingers as she slowly pulled them out of her. Rangi made direct eye contact with her as she licked Kyoshi's arousal right from her own fingers. Kyoshi's face burned at the sight.

Kyoshi was too busy reeling from her orgasm to mentally process the fact that Rangi had dropped to her knees. The bodyguard began to slowly lift up Kyoshi's shirt. The Avatar's eyes widened when she realized Rangi was not, in fact, done with her yet.

"Do you think you have one more left in you?" Rangi asked.

"No Rangi, we need to get back to the negotiations where literal nobility is waiting for us!"

Is what Kyoshi WOULD have said if she wasn't such a whore.

"Rangi please," Kyoshi begged in reality.

The Fire Nation woman grinned and threw Kyoshi's right leg over Rangi's shoulder while the other leg stayed planted firmly on the ground. Rangi rolled up Kyoshi's skirt to her waist.

"Be a good girl and hold this for me," Rangi whispered.

It was like Kyoshi's body had a mind of its own with how quickly she fulfilled such a command. Kyoshi used both hands to keep her skirt up as Rangi moved the Avatar's underwear to the side. Now her bodyguard got a full view of Kyoshi's aching cunt.

"Your pussy is just as pretty as you are," Rangi praised.

Kyoshi blushed at such a sincere and lewd compliment. A split second later, Rangi's mouth made contact where Kyoshi needed it most. The Avatar couldn't help but allow a low moan to slip out.

Rangi dragged her tongue along Kyoshi's entrance. Yet again, the Avatar had to bite her lip to stop any noises of pleasure from coming out. The bodyguard decided to focus on giving Kyoshi light kisses onto her clit before starting to suck it.

Kyoshi's pants and muffled moans increased as she was being brought closer to the edge in absolutely no time. The first orgasm already made her incredibly sensitive, she would come to her peak much faster now.

Rangi's tongue began circling faster around Kyoshi's clit in a way that made her vision blur. Kyoshi began helplessly grinding her cunt against Rangi's face to get even more stimulation as fast as possible. It all felt too good. Rangi is just too good.

Once again, the bodyguard has to essentially hold up Kyoshi's entire bodyweight. The way her tongue makes Kyoshi feel is just so intense she can barely think. Thank the spirits for the wall behind her.

Rangi's skilled tongue brings Kyoshi closer and closer to her breaking point. Kyoshi's hands squeezed her skirt as she felt herself approach her release. The bodyguard's hands gripped Kyoshi's thighs as she continued eating her out. Finally, finally, Kyoshi got to experience the sweet release she had been craving. For a second time, that is.

Kyoshi really couldn't stop herself from letting a breathy moan escape her lips. Rangi pulled back with Kyoshi's wetness all over her face. The Avatar blushed as Rangi had to pull out a small handkerchief from her pocket to clean herself from the mess Kyoshi made.

With the same amount of care one would use to handle a delicate vase, Rangi gently moved Kyoshi's leg off her shoulder. Kyoshi pouted, feeling the warmth of her girl leave her, but dropped her skirt once her underwear was readjusted.

Rangi finally stood up and peppered Kyoshi's face with light, playful kisses. The Avatar giggled as her touch began to tickle.

"We really should get back to the negotiations meeting," Rangi sighed while pulling away.

"Wait, what about you?" Kyoshi asked.

Kyoshi does her best to be a good girlfriend. It's only natural she'd want to return the favor.

"Don't worry about me. Knowing you came on my face was more than enough satisfaction. For now, at least," Rangi grinned.

Kyoshi blushed brightly and looked away from her lover's gaze. It always sounds so much more dirty saying it out loud than when they actually do it.

"Rangi?" Kyoshi asked once she felt her blush die down.

Rangi hummed in response. Kyoshi smiled and gave Rangi a quick but intense kiss.

"I love you," Kyoshi smiled.

At once, it was as though every hard exterior Rangi possessed automatically softened. It was a statement they both already knew, but it was always so good to say.

"I love you, too. Let's go, Jinpa's probably having a heart attack as we speak," Rangi said.

Kyoshi nodded and followed her girl back to the meeting room. Jinpa looked at them in pure relief once he saw them again.

"Everything okay you two? What took you guys so long?" Jinpa asked.

"Oh, we're perfectly fine. Just had to tend to the Avatar's needs," Rangi shrugged.

Kyoshis misses her makeup so much. She had to hold her fan in front of her face to hide the red blush spreading all over it. This meeting needs to be over five minutes ago. How is Kyoshi supposed to survive when the love of her life does things like this?

Please, for the love of all that is good in this life and the next, let this damned meeting end quickly.

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The rest of the meeting went surprisingly well and without a hitch. All that was left to do was finalize the paperwork tomorrow and they would be out of Kyoshi's hair. Thank the spirits for that.

Now that the day is over, Kyoshi has the opportunity to have even more sex with her girlfriend. Life truly is good.

Once the Fire Nation nobles left the premises, Kysohi turned to her girl and gave her a smile of pure relief. The relief of finally being done with the most grueling task imaginable, talking to other people. Usually, Rangi returned her smile. Instead, the firebender simply pursed her lips and avoided Kyoshi's face.

Is she feeling okay? Rangi seemed distracted, which is very unlike her. Maybe all the recent negotiations have been getting to her?

"We need to talk," was all Rangi said before walking back into their home.

In no universe is the phrase 'we need to talk' a good thing to hear from the woman you're dating. Kyoshi felt like she was walking to the gallows as she followed Rangi back to their shared bedroom. Once they reached said room, Kyoshi sat on the edge of the bed. Rangi did not sit beside her. Instead, she chose to stand right in front of her.

Well now Kyoshi is slightly terrified for their relationship. She simply waited for the bodyguard to speak.

"Look, next time you use such a tactic to get your way in negotiations, at least warn me first. I realize sometimes a more, unconventional approach is necessary, but I was completely blind sided," Rangi frowned

"What are you talking about? That was the most conventional strategy," Kyoshi replied, very confused.

Intimidation tactics in general are very common to use. In fact, Kyoshi would say it's her favorite tactic of all time. How she loves striking fear into people's hearts.

Yikes, it sounded really bad when she put it that way.

"You're kidding me, right? There's absolutely nothing conventional about what happened back there!" Rangi snapped, voice laced with hurt.

Kyoshi has no idea why Rangi is so upset. Could it be Kyoshi had done something to offend her?

"Look, I honestly don't understand why you're so upset. I did what I always do. I scare the life out of them, they give us what we want. Simple math," Kyoshi insisted.

Rangi did not look amused at all.

"Scared them? You're claiming to have scared them? You have to be joking," Rangi scoffed.

"Uh, no. No I'm not," Kyoshi honestly told her.

Rangi stared at her for a moment before her entire expression changed.

"Holy shit, you're not joking," Rangi mumbled.

"Why would I?" Kyoshi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rangi merely continued to stare at her for a moment. Then, she buried her face in her hands. She let out a strangled, almost choking sound and Kyoshi feared her girl was crying. Then she looked up and found Rangi laughing.

The fuck is so funny?

"I could not be more lost right now," Kyoshi bluntly stated.

Rangi, still laughing her ass off, walked over and sat next to Kyoshi on the bed. Once she was finished with her little giggles, Rangi let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Spirits, I fell in love with a moron," Rangi said.

"I mean, you're probably not wrong, but why?" Kyoshi exclaimed.

She is just so confused. For once, Kyoshi thought she knew what she was doing!

"I swear, you're denser than the rocks you bend. Kyoshi, those nobles weren't scared of you, they were flirting with you," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blinked twice. Then immediately rolled her eyes. That's what she thought was going on? Seriously?

"C'mon Rangi, there's no way. I think I would know if I was getting hit on," Kyoshi drawled.

"I had a crush on you for two years before you confessed," Rangi very rudely reminded her.

"That's true, but be realistic Rangi. I'm well aware of what I look like," Kyoshi scoffed.

"Believe me, so am I. What exactly are you trying to say?" Rangi glared.

Boy, her girl is not going to like this one. Along with being the Avatar's bodyguard, it was Rangi's life mission to build Kyoshi's confidence. The Avatar never really excelled in that department.

"No need for the looks, Rangi. It's not like I think I'm some hideous troll or anything. But, well, I'm crazy tall and have a lot of scars. It's not exactly an ideal look. Neither are the freckles, I've come to learn. Besides, it's like you said. I had nice hands before they got all scarred, but now," Kyoshi sighed while trailing off.

Rangi frowned before holding both of Kyoshi's hands in her own. She soothingly rubbed her thumbs against the back of Kyoshi's hands.

"I'm sorry I made you feel as though a part of you was undesirable. That's really not what I was trying to say. I've always found your hands pretty, I just conveyed my feelings poorly. I admit, I have very complicated feelings about your scars," Rangi sighed.

She thinks that deep down, Kyoshi knew that already. Unfortunately, her self esteem has never really been sky high. Hearing Rangi say those words out loud was a bigger comfort than Kyoshi thought it would be.

"Oh? Like what?" Kyoshi asked curiously.

"On one hand, I hate that you had to experience so much pain. They're reminders that I wasn't able to protect you. You never deserved such horrible treatment. But on the other hand," Rangi said. "Spirits, Kyoshi, your scars are so attractive. The way they decorate your skin makes you look like a damn masterpiece. It's like lightning running across your body. I've never seen anyone so beautiful."

Rangi was staring at Kyoshi with so much love that it actually stole the air from her lungs. Immediately, the Avatar's cheeks were burning so badly they had to resemble the deep red of a fire lily.

"So you think I'm attractive," Kyoshi mumbled with a dopey grin.

Rangi gave her a look and lightly kicked her leg. Kyoshi let out a small giggle at her girlfriend's action.

"Of course I think you're attractive, you big oaf. We are in a romantic relationship," Rangi snorted.

Kyoshi giggled and pressed a small kiss atop Rangi's forehread. Her girl blushed a bit before leaning her head on Kyoshi's shoulder.

"You know, in the Fire Nation, scars really are considered to be a very beautiful addition to the human body. I hate to agree with that stupid Akiko or whatever, but your scars are so pretty. They're like little trophies of battles you survived. Let me tell you, they'd have gone ballistic if they knew about your stretch marks. They're a sign of growth and health back. Just another part of you so attractive it drives me insane," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blushed once more at the mention of said marks. Her stretch marks mainly littered around her breasts and thighs. Now that Kyoshi thinks about it, Rangi's always given them special attention.

"Also, fuck Yokoya beauty standards. I adore your freckles. The jackass nobles certainly did too," Rangi huffed.

Kyoshi giggled and kissed her girl's nose. Then, realization dawned on her.

"Oh spirits, does that mean me showing off my scars," Kyoshi trailed off.

"Yeah, you were basically seducing them. It was very effective," Rangi confirmed.

"That's so humiliating! Now everything I threatened just sounds sexual!" Kyoshi groaned while flopping on the bed.

Rangi laughed and laid down next to her. Kyoshi adjusted herself so that they were eye level. Spirits, Rangi has the prettiest eyes.

"That may or may not be why I dragged you out of the meeting. I get that people flirt with you, I do. But it just seemed like you were flirting back this time," Rangi admitted quietly.

Kyoshi frowned at the realization that it definitely seemed like she was flirting. She cringed remembering the comment about what her hands had done. That really sounds sexual and Kyoshi absolutely hates it.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to," Kyoshi honestly told her.

"Now I know you didn't. I'm not upset since you were unaware. I guess I just got too jealous. I wasn't too much during that meeting, was I? I hope I didn't pressure you into anything," Rangi worriedly stated.

It shouldn't be possible to be this in love with someone, yet here Kyoshi is. The amount of love she has for Rangi is far too much to be contained in this world.

"Of course I wanted everything you gave me. I'll sleep good tonight knowing that my stoic, calm, and collected bodyguard fucked me in the middle of a negotiations meeting because she was jealous," Kyoshi teased.

Rangi groaned and playfully shoved Kyoshi's shoulder. The Avatar merely laughed and scooted closer to her.

"You're not the only one who gets jealous, you know. I swear countless people have tried hitting on you. I never feel too upset about it because you shut them down so quickly it baffles them," Kyoshi smiled.

Rangi merely kissed Kyoshi on the lips in response. Kyoshi was more than happy to feel her love's lips on her once more.

"I still can't believe you didn't notice, they were being so obvious about it. I really shouldn't be surprised. Not like this is the first time you were flirted with and were completely oblivious," Rangi sighed.

"What? What other times are there?" Kyoshi frowned.

"My point exactly. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Rangi teased as she kissed her cheek.

Kyoshi just smiled and observed Rangi's face for a moment. Truly, has there ever been a more beautiful woman? Kyoshi doubts it.

The Avatar was going to change the subject and suggest the two get a quick nap in, but stopped herself. There's just one detail that still doesn't make sense about today.

"Oh, quick question. Do you know what was up with Jinpa during the meeting? I've never seen him so antsy," Kyoshi asked.

Rangi's face turned bright red and she avoided Kyoshi's gaze. It took her a couple moments, but Rangi finally gave her an answer.

"That was unfortunately my fault. I'm not as calm and collected as I look. Seeing someone flirt with my girlfriend kind of makes me seethe with rage. When they started hitting on you, I thought I was gripping the chair but I was really digging into Jinpa's arm. He told me it was fine so pretty much every time you were hit on, I squeezed his arm. I'm pretty sure I ended up burning it at some point. So, uh, please remind me to apologize to him tomorrow," Rangi sheepishly told her.

Wow.

"Between the two of us, that poor bastard needs the biggest raise in all Four Nations."

"Agreed."

[bunniehoneys]

track limits - WIP

In honour of coanda effect hitting 100K hits on ao3 today (how) here's a wip from the sequel! thank you everyone, love you all so much.

Any future wips will be posted to my ko-fi, just select the early access + wips tier to see them :3

March 2026

They get into Bahrain in the early hours of the morning, via AirGojo. Quite a few drivers plus Haibara end up on the flight, and most of them sleep through it. Megumi is mostly unable to, letting his leg bounce up and down as he scrolls through his phone whilst Yuuji lies with his cheek pressed to his thigh and snores lightly. It's sort of awkward because the only other person awake on the flight is Gojo, sitting cross-legged on one of the sofas, not really doing much at all apart from listening to music with one of those stupid sleep masks pulled over his eyes. For the light, he says. Despite knowing Gojo's pretty much blind, Megumi still feels painfully observed. 

That might be part of the problem. At the end of last season all the drivers and team principals had been notified that there'd be a film crew at most of the races, starting at the testing in Bahrain, filming-- something. Megumi's asked a good few drivers, now, and he still can't figure out what it is: a one-off documentary, or a series, or something else entirely. What they have managed to parse is that the producer worked on something for football in the UK last year and all the players complained about how it dug into their personal lives a little too much, opening them up to criticism. Megumi's been losing sleep over it. 

Nothing too bad would happen if it came out that he was with Yuuji, in theory. The team knows. Getou knows, too, so Keicho must have some sort of contingency plan should things go awry, but being looked at by TV crews the entire way through the season is still putting him on edge. Like they're looking for cracks, for reasons he still doesn't have a championship in his pocket despite having the fastest car for the first half of last season. He'll happily blame himself to the press, but the balance is hard to find. If he's too self-deprecating, he's not capable, and if he's not critical enough, he's a loser who can't get out of his own ass. 

Fun. It's super fun. 

Gojo had come out last year. He did it in a super controlled way, right when rumours about Megumi and Yuuji had been seriously picking up. Megumi suspects that it had something to do with it, but he can't be sure, so. He hasn't asked. It created the most insane media whirlwind in the lead-up to the season that the journalists pretty much forgot to ask him about the car, about his championship prospects, about the sport. He lost count of how many times he was asked Gojo is like a mentor to you, how does this affect your relationship? Does this change things? Did you know? 

Someone, later on, insinuated that Gojo had been sleeping with him and that’s why Megumi was chosen for a JTR seat, and then he’d really had enough, walking out on a written media session because of it. PR had sat him down and told him he needed to attempt to do damage control when this kind of stuff came up, but Megumi had snorted and told them that they could answer instead. 

Here’s the thing. Gojo is the greatest driver of all time, if the fans are willing to disregard Sukuna. His stats are better. He has two-thirds of a triple crown, he’s racing in other series. He lost his seat for Le Mans, in the whirlwind. He’d immediately gained one in Keicho, set until JTR decide to field an entry, but–

He’d lost his seat. 

It’s not like he needs the money. He’s racing for fun. He’s absolutely filthy rich. He knows firsthand that the wedding band he bought for Getou cost a fortune. But he’s the greatest, and enough people still decided it was enough of an issue to not want him on their team. 

Gojo had ruffled his hair at the time, said brightly, “it’s okay, they’ll lose because they don’t have me,” and they did, Keicho won and Gojo made the difference, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Megumi doesn’t think anyone blames him for being secretive, in the grand scheme of things. There’s– he’s not told Yuuji anything about the car. It’s good, being together with someone who understands. Who knows when to push and when to back off. Who knows that legally, Megumi can’t speak much about his job. 

He presses a hand to Yuuji’s hair, and watches where Nobara has collapsed on a different couch. Inumaki and Yuuta are around, somewhere, too. Haibara has woken up half an hour before they’re due to land, and is talking to Gojo quietly, who looks thoughtful, a hand pressed over his mouth. 

Gojo’s technically going as a pundit. As a presenter. Megumi thinks he might be in the comms box for a bit. Really, he’s there because he can’t get away. When he stepped in for some early races last season, Yuuji had been convinced he’d take an offer to come back to the sport, but Gojo had laughed when Megumi asked. Said he was happy not having to travel a million miles every weekend. Happy living in Italy. 

It’s not like Getou wouldn’t have given him a seat. There was talk about it for a while. But Megumi knows the entire grid breathed a sigh of relief when Gojo ruled out a full-time return. 

Equally, though, he’s always around. Mostly in their garage. He used to float around Keicho a lot, before he came out and people started speculating about him and Getou, so he stopped. He knows a few drivers will seek him out for track walks, or advice, or just to talk. Megumi doesn’t have to. 

“You might wanna wake him up,” Gojo says, nodding at Yuuji, and Megumi nods, tapping his shoulder a few times. 

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Not quite the opening scene, but a very early one. Definitely sets the tone. Enjoy all :3

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Off The Menu - Lee Heeseung (Chapter 4)

genre: angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, eventual smut!! (you’re responsible for what you consume, read at your own risk)

warnings: phone sex, unprotected sex, implied sexual images, arguments, slight manipulation, stalker-ish tendencies (lowkey warranted tho) ⚠️

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Chapter 4: “You’re mine.”

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Driving back to the campus was harder than driving to LA; You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off between Heeseung and this girl named Hana. You knew that Heeseung wasn’t loyal to you, but you couldn't help feeling jealous and insecure about their relationship.

When you arrived at your school, you found yourself distracted and unable to focus on purchasing a flight back home for winter break. You kept checking your phone, hoping that Heeseung would call or text you, but there was no sign of him.

As the day wore on, you found yourself becoming increasingly anxious and worried. You couldn't help but wonder what Heeseung was doing and who he was talking to. You tried to focus on your many chores, but your mind kept drifting back to Heeseung and Hana.

Eventually, you successfully bought a flight on Sunday morning, but you still couldn't take Heeseung’s absence anymore. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands; You pulled out your laptop and searched for Heeseung on social media. After many failed attempts at finding his account, you came across it. He had a few posts here and there, not much of a social media presence. Quite a few followers, quite a few following. You made your way through his comments and his following, but couldn’t find her. Soon, you were looking through each post like count, and stumbled across an account.

hanabanana_04

Okay, basic bitch username, born in 2004. Your eyes shifted down to the singular mutual you both shared; Namika, a girl in your organic chemistry class. Should you text Namika and ask about Hana? Surely if you asked, you’d raise red flags around yourself, you didn’t want to seem obsessive but you couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.

You decided to take a deep breath and text Namika. You wanted to approach the conversation with sensitivity and respect, so you carefully crafted a message that expressed your curiosity without coming across as obsessive.

“hey namika, hope you’re well. just reaching out to see if you know a girl named hana?” - You

You sent the message and waited nervously for a response. You wondered if Namika would think you were being nosy or invasive, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty about Heeseung and Hana.

After a few minutes, Namika responded.

“Hey Y/N, yes, I know a Hana Birkinson. Is she the one you’re referring to?” - Namika

You felt relieved that Namika responded positively and that she knew Hana. You replied back to her message, trying to keep the conversation casual.

“i suppose so. u know her well?” - You

Namika replied back quickly, and you could sense her curiosity about why you were asking about Hana.

“Yeah, we grew up together down in Malibu. Why?” - Namika

You paused for a moment, trying to decide if you should be honest with Namika about your concerns regarding Hana's relationship with Heeseung. After considering your options, you decided to open up to her.

“hm, do you know if she is single?” - You

She read your text, beginning to type back but then quickly deleted it.

“It would be easier if we talked in person. Are you still on campus? Could you meet me in the dining hall?” - Namika

You nodded to yourself, “yes, that works.” - You

You felt a mix of curiosity and nervousness as you agreed to meet Namika in person to discuss Hana. You quickly gathered your things and made your way to the dining hall, trying to keep your thoughts in check.

When you arrived, you saw Namika sitting at a table in the corner, and you made your way over to her.

"Hey, Namika. Thanks for meeting me," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"No problem, Y/N. So, what's going on? Why are you asking about Hana?" Namika asked, looking at you with concern.

“Well, there’s this guy — “ You began, but were soon cut off.

“Heeseung, I’m guessing. You liked a guy down in Malibu named Heeseung.” She smiled, looking up at you.

You were surprised that Namika had guessed so quickly, but you nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, Heeseung. I met him down in Malibu — “ You were cut off again.

She sighed, “At Moonshadows @ Malibu where he’s a night shift waiter. Do you like him?”

“Well, I mean…we are kind of seeing each other right now.” You told her, “It’s a bit hard to explain.”

Namika looked at you with a mix of surprise and concern. "Seeing each other? What do you mean? Are you two in a relationship?" she asked, her tone indicating that she was worried about the situation.

You took a deep breath and tried to explain the complicated dynamic between you and Heeseung. "It's not really a relationship per se. We've been talking and hanging out, but it's been a little confusing. I don't really know what we are," you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

Namika listened attentively, and you could sense her understanding and empathy. “Well, there’s not much to say about Hana besides the fact that she used to be entangled with him.”

“As in…past tense?” You asked.

“Maybe you should talk to her about it. I’m sure she’d be understanding, she’s pretty cool.” She said, “Here, I’ll give you her number.”

You felt a mix of relief and apprehension at the thought of talking to Hana about her past with Heeseung. Part of you wanted to know more about their relationship, but another part of you was afraid of what you might find out.

"Thanks, Namika. I appreciate your help and support," you said, taking Hana's number from her. You decided to take some time to think things through before reaching out to Hana. You knew that you needed to be honest with her about your feelings for Heeseung and your concerns about their past, but you also didn't want to cause any unnecessary drama.

You thanked Namika and made your way back to your dorm room. As you sat down at your desk, you couldn't help but think about Heeseung and Hana and the complicated dynamic between them. You knew that you needed to talk to someone about your feelings, but you also knew that you needed to take some time to process everything before making any decisions. While you were relieved they weren’t dating or anything, you were upset and afraid; Why was Heeseung connected to another girl that was your age? Why did he lie about her being a friend from work?

You decided to take a break from thinking about Heeseung and Hana and focused on something else. You pulled out your laptop and started working on a paper that was due next week. As you typed away, you felt your mind start to clear, and you could feel yourself becoming more focused.

After a few hours, you finished the paper and decided to take a break. You checked your phone and saw that you had a message from Heeseung.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to call now?” - heeseung <3

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether you wanted to talk to Heeseung right now. You still had a lot of questions and concerns about his relationship with Hana, and you didn't know if you were ready to confront him about it.

But part of you also wanted to hear his voice and talk to him about how you were feeling. You missed him and wanted to know what he was up to.

After some pondering, you finally decided to call him.

Hey, Heeseung. How's it going?" you said, trying to keep your tone casual.

“Ahh, Y/N, it’s better now that I’m hearing your voice. Are you enjoying your break?” He asked.

You felt a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth at Heeseung's words. Despite the complicated situation between you, you still enjoyed talking to him. "Yeah, it's nice to have a break from classes and relax for a bit," you replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

Heeseung agreed, and the two of you talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives. But as the conversation continued, you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. You wanted to ask him about Hana, but you didn't know how to bring it up without sounding accusatory.

Eventually, you decided to take a deep breath and be honest with him. "Heeseung, can I ask you something?" you said, your voice a little shaky.

He sighed, “Of course you can. What’s up?”

“Who is Hana?” You asked, being upfront with him.

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, and you could feel your heart racing as you waited for Heeseung's response.

“Hmmm…Hana. Sounds familiar.” He said, “What does she look like?”

You felt a pang of disappointment at Heeseung's response. It seemed like he was trying to avoid the question.

“She’s around my age, brown hair, brown eyes, pretty. Ringing any bells?” You asked him.

“Oh, Hana Birkinson…I know her, she works at the restaurant with me. Why?” He asked.

You felt relieved to hear that Heeseung was telling the truth about working with Hana at the restaurant. You had been worried that he was hiding something from you.

"Okay, that's good to know. I just heard some rumors about you and Hana, and I wanted to make sure there wasn't anything going on between you two," you explained, your voice sounding a little more relaxed.

Heeseung let out a small chuckle. "No, Y/N. Hana and I are just coworkers. I promise."

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words. "Okay, I believe you. I'm sorry for doubting you," you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Did someone tell you something about Hana and I?” he asked.

“Well, a friend told me that you two had some weird entanglement or something. Whatever that means…” You trailed off.

He was quiet for a bit, then he said, “Well, we weren’t always just coworkers.”

You felt your heart sink at his words. It seemed like your worst fears were coming true. "What do you mean, Heeseung?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung let out a sigh. "Hana and I used to mess around. It was a while ago, right as I began working with her at the restaurant. We broke up because things just weren't working out between us."

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you - anger, hurt, betrayal. You couldn't believe that Heeseung had kept something like this from you! "Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, your voice sounding a little more forceful than you intended.

“Does it matter I used to fuck Hana?” He asked, his voice calm and collected, completely the opposite of your own.

“It matters because…” You trailed off, glancing at the ground.

“Because..? Because because because?” He said in a taunting manner, “Because you don’t want to become someone I just used to fuck. Someone like Hana. Right?”

You felt a surge of anger at Heeseung's words. How dare he try to twist the situation and make it seem like you were just jealous or insecure! "No, Heeseung. It's not about that. It's about honesty and trust. You lied to me about your past with Hana, and that's not okay," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Did I lie though? Didn’t I say she was a friend from work?” He asked, “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

You took a deep breath, feeling frustrated with Heeseung's attempts to downplay the situation. "Yes, you said she was just a friend from work, but you didn't tell me that you had a past with her. You deliberately kept that information from me, and that's not being honest." you explained.”

He sighed, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

“You can’t just evade the conversation like that. Who is Hana and what did you two have going on…why was she calling you…and are you and her still in contact like before?” You asked him, “Just answer my questions, Heeseung. Please.”

He took a deep breath before beginning, “Hana is nothing but a friend, a coworker. Like I said, we weren’t anything more than what I said we were. She was most likely calling me because we work together, again, like I said. We’re still in contact, considering the fact that we work together.”

You listened to Heeseung's explanation, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were relieved that he was being honest with you about his past with Hana. But on the other hand, you still felt hurt knowing that he was most likely in a cycle of hooking up with girls. You probably meant nothing to him. “Well, what are we then? Do we have the same situation as you and Hana did?”

“No, you’re not Hana. Therefore, you aren’t in the same position as her.” He said. “Can we stop talking about Hana? I’m over it. I don’t like talking about the past.”

It seemed like he didn't want to talk about his past with Hana or the implications it had for your relationship. "Heeseung, I understand that you don't want to dwell on the past. But we need to talk about this if we want to move forward in our relationship," you said, your voice sounding a little strained.

You heard him shuffling around on the other end before he said, “Okay. I apologize.”

You took a deep breath, “Thank you for the apology. Now…um…can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Can you block Hana?” You asked him, “From social media, her number, everything. Block her.”

A small laugh came from his end of the phone before he said, “Hm, sure. Is there anything else you want to talk about before I go to work?”

“You have work tonight?” You asked him, falling back onto your bed.

“I do,” he said. “I have work on most nights.”

“Well…can you do something for me before you go to work?” You asked him.

“Like?”

You took a deep breath and said, “Well, considering I leave out on Sunday to go back home for a month…do you think you could…you know.”

“You have to tell me what you want.” He remarked. You felt a little bit nervous about asking Heeseung for a favor, but you knew that it was important to communicate your needs and wants.

“I’ve always wanted to try something…intimate over the phone and I would have asked you earlier this week but I’m just now gaining the confidence to ask.” You admitted all in one breath.

You felt a rush of nervousness and anticipation as you waited for Heeseung's response. After a moment of silence, he spoke up. "Are you talking about phone sex, Y/N?" he asked, his voice sounding a little bit surprised.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you knew that you had to be honest with him. "Yes, that's what I meant," you said, your voice sounding a little bit hesitant.

Heeseung paused for a moment before responding. “I’ve never tried it before.” He paused again. “Do you want to try it right now?”

“I do…because I can’t do much of anything when I’m home. Do you have time before work? Like 15-20 minutes?” You asked him.

“I have time.” He chuckled.

You were a little bit nervous but also excited at the prospect of trying phone sex with Heeseung. "Okay, let's give it a try," you said, your voice sounding a little bit more confident.

Heeseung chuckled again, his voice sounding warm. "Alright, let’s see…" he said. “Are you in your room alone?”

“I am..” You said, glancing up at the locked door to your bedroom, “My roommate already went home.”

Heeseung's voice sounded a little bit husky as he responded. "Good. I want you to make yourself comfortable and close your eyes," he said, his voice sounding a little bit more commanding.

You did as he asked, feeling afraid but also excited. You heard him take a deep breath before continuing. "Now, I want you to imagine that I'm there with you. I'm standing behind you, my hands on your shoulders. Can you feel my touch?" he asked, his voice low and sensual.

You closed your eyes, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you imagined Heeseung's hands on your shoulders. "Yes, I can feel it," you said, your voice sounding a little bit breathless.

He hummed, “Are you touching yourself yet?”

“No…” You choked, taken aback from his words. “I can…if you do it too.”

“Ah, right.” He said. You heard him place his phone down and go silent. You took that opportunity to slip your hand into your shorts, slowly beginning to touch yourself, imagining that Heeseung was there with you, touching you and exploring your body. His voice rang from the phone again. “Y/N, are you still there?" Heeseung's voice came through the phone, sounding a little bit husky.

You took a deep breath, feeling a little bit embarrassed but also aroused by the situation. "Yes, I'm still here," you said, your voice sounding a little bit breathless. “Can you…turn your camera on?”

He was quiet for a good minute or two before saying, “Only if you turn yours on.”

You quickly pressed the FT button and let it ring, waiting for him to answer. Once he finally did, you saw him glancing down at you before you interrupted the silence, “Turn it around so I can see what you’re doing.”

Heeseung hesitated for a moment before turning his camera around to show you himself. You nodded to yourself, “Okay…keep talking, please.”

You set your phone down beside you as you listened to the many things he said. From instructing you to quicken the pace of your fingers to causing you to reminisce on the very few but pleasure packed nights you’d spent with him. As Heeseung continued to talk, his voice became more and more intimate, guiding you and encouraging you every step of the way. You felt a sense of connection and trust with him, knowing that he was there for you and that he wanted to make you feel good.

The conversation drew to a close, you felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. You laid there, covering your face as you came down from your intense high.

“I don’t think I can go to work now. My pants are a mess.” He sighed out.

You laughed softly, feeling a little bit of amusement and satisfaction at the thought of Heeseung being unable to focus on work after your intense phone sex session. "Then maybe you can come to campus and see me before I leave." you said, your voice sounding a little bit breathless.

“You and these long drives you try to get me to do.” He said, “You do realize that it’s rush hour in Cali, right?”

“But I’m worth it, right?” You asked him, hoping for a yes.

Heeseung chuckled. "Of course you're worth it, Y/N. I would drive through rush hour traffic and across the country to see you," he said.

You smiled, "I’m happy to hear that." you said. “I’ll text you the address. Bring me something. I want to be surprised.”

Heeseung laughed, his voice sounding soft. "Sure, Y/N. I'll bring you something special," he said.

You felt a sense of excitement and anticipation at the thought of Heeseung bringing you a surprise. "Great, I can't wait to see what you come up with," you said.

Heeseung hummed. "Me too, Y/N. I'll see you soon," he said.

You both said your goodbyes before ending the call, feeling a little bit more connected and satisfied with your experience. You knew that phone sex wasn't a replacement for physical intimacy, but it was a way to explore your desires and fantasies with each other. You took a deep breath, feeling grateful for the moment you both had just shared.

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Time passed as you waited on Heeseung to arrive. With it already being late when you called him, you hoped he’d just decide to stay the night when he arrived. Not in your roommate's bed but on your own. You craved closeness with him.

As the minutes ticked by, you grew more and more impatient, wondering when he would finally arrive. But soon enough, your phone vibrated and you saw a text from him.

“The building door is locked.” - heeseung <3

You nodded to yourself, right. You forgot they locked the exterior doors during breaks. You made your way down the steps to the entrance and saw him standing on the other side of the door.

Once you let him in, he rubbed the top of your head, “Are you the only one still on campus?”

“I think that…some people are still here but not a lot. But, we do have my room to ourselves ~~” You told him, smiling at his small affections.

Heeseung smiled back at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Sounds perfect," he said.

You took his hand and led him up the stairs to your room, feeling a sense of intimacy and closeness building between you. You took his hand and led him up the stairs to your room, locking the door behind you both. You flipped the light on, “I’m currently gathering all my clothes because…I intend to stay for the entire break. I’m going to miss you.”

Heeseung's smile widened at your words, and he pulled you into his grasp by your waist. "I'm going to miss you too, Y/N," he said softly. "But I'm also looking forward to spending time with you tonight.”

“Are you staying over?” You asked him, resting your arms on his shoulders.

He smiled, nudging the tip of his nose against your own, “You’re going to get me fired.”

“Fired? How so?” You asked him.

“I’ve been distracted because of you and your many, many requests; Such a needy baby.”

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of playfulness and affection in his words. "Well, I can't help it if I want to spend time with you," you said, tracing circles in his hair.

Heeseung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Without speaking, he leaned in to catch your lips in a soft kiss. As you both kissed, you felt a sense of warmth and tenderness building between you both. You knew that spending time together would be a chance for you both to deepen your relationship and explore your desires and fantasies with each other. All you wanted was to have him to yourself. Forget Hana, forget any other girl he may have had a history with. You wanted his focus on you and you only. You were willing to do anything to keep him distracted.

“Did you block Hana?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss.

“Not yet.” He replied, looking down at you.

“You said you’d do it.” You told him, feeling jealousy rise up inside of.

“I’m not 100% convinced. Maybe you should make me want to block her.” He coaxed.

You looked up at Heeseung, feeling a mix of surprise and frustration. "What do you mean, make you want to block her?" you asked, not sure if you understood him correctly.

"I mean, show me that you're worth blocking her for," Heeseung said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Convince me that you’re worth prioritizing over any other distractions."

You felt a mix of emotions - part of you was flattered that he was communicating that he’d be willing to prioritize you, but another part of you was annoyed that he was making you compete for his attention. "I don't want to have to compete with that bitch.” you said, feeling a bit defensive.

"I'm not asking you to compete," Heeseung said, his expression softening. "I just want to see how far you’re willing to go."

“You’re making it like a competition.” You told him, “This is real life. I don’t like this cat and mouse thing. I don’t want to play games.”

“This isn’t a game, Y/N…” He sighed, “I just want to see how bad you want me. Unless…you don’t want me as much as you say you do.”

Frustration was all you felt. You wanted to express and show him how much he meant to you, but you couldn’t help but feel defensive. Hana was a threat, and you didn’t like that he was making it a joke. Again, downplaying your feelings.

“I want you.” You told him, “I really do.”

“Show me.” He said.

You glanced to the side and then back up at him, taking your hands down from his shoulders and stood still, “Show you?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he asked.

You nodded, “Okay, what’s something you and Hana never tried?”

He squinted his eyes at me, “Where are you going with this?”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your frustration in check. "I'm just trying to show you how much I care about you," you said. "And I want to do something special for you that Hana never did."

Heeseung looked at you. "Okay, I'm listening. What do you have in mind?"

“Just get down on the bed…on your back.” You told him, reaching over to your nightstand to place your phone down. Heeseung hesitated for a moment, but then he complied, lying down on his back on the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling him and looking down at him with a mischievous grin.

"I want to try something new," you said, your voice low and sultry. "Something that Hana never did with you."

Heeseung's eyes widened with anticipation as you leaned in to kiss him. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. You could feel the heat between you growing, and you knew that you were about to take things to the next level.

Slowly, you reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Heeseung's breath caught in his throat as you lowered your hand down to his boxers, feeling his hardness through the fabric. His dick throbbed in your grasp, signaling that he was more turned on than he was showing.

First, you wrapped your hand around the base of his length, stroking up and down slowly to help him get harder. Once you felt as though he was ready, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Are you ready?" Heeseung nodded, his eyes locked on yours.

You untied your shorts, tossing them to the ground as you pulled your panties to the side. Slowly but surely, you lowered yourself down, taking him inside of you, and you both gasped at the sensation. Being on top of him was different from him being on top of you. You hadn’t felt him this deep before, it was almost as if you felt his tip nearly penetrating your stomach.

Once you’d adjusted to his size, you rocked back and forth on top of him, you could feel the intensity building between you. Heeseung's hands gripped your hips tightly, and he moaned softly as you moved faster and faster.

You caught your lip between your teeth to hold back any loud moans, but he just felt too good. You felt every curve, every vein, every twitch.

Lost in the pleasure, you found yourself tearing your shirt off along with your bra, allowing him to see every part of your body from above.

Throwing your head back, you repositioned yourself and held onto his legs, resting back a bit.

His thumb reached up to rub your clit in small circles, helping you reach your peak sooner.

Finally, you both came together. His hands gripped your hips even tighter than before as he emptied out inside of you. Cum spilled out of you onto the bed sheets and his thighs, but you didn’t stop. As exhausted as you felt, you were marking him as your own. You didn’t want another thought of Hana ever coming across his mind. You were determined to make sure he was your first and last.

“Y/N…” His voice quivered as he looked up at you, sweat beading on his face. “What…what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer him, lifting yourself off of him as you got down and licked all of his cum from his thighs, making sure to not leave a drop.

With a final breath, you sat up and he grabbed your arms, pulling you to rest onto his chest. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“I wasn’t.” You smiled, nestling your head on his chest. “I just want to make sure I’m the only one on your mind.”

He took a deep breath, “You’re kind of nasty.”

“I am?” You asked him.

“Super nasty.” He kissed you once before fixing his shorts, “I like it.”

“Yay,” You tiredly cheered, “You're mine. I hope you know that.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, shifting over to wrap his arms around you, “I’m tired, I need to sleep.”

“Say it. Say you’re mine.” You said, sitting up a bit.

His eyes glazed over your face as he said, "I'm yours, Y/N," Heeseung said, his voice filled with sincerity and affection. "I'm all yours, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness. "I'm yours too, Heeseung," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Your eyes began to shut as you leaned against his touch, and soon, you were asleep.

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You woke up in your dorm room, feeling warm and comfortable wrapped in Heeseung's embrace. As you tried to sneak out of bed without waking him, he stirred and opened his eyes.

"Good morning," you said, giving him a small smile.

"Morning," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep. "What's for breakfast?"

You shrugged. "I was just going to grab something from the cafeteria. Want to come with?"

"Sure," he said, stretching his arms. "Let me grab my stuff."

After breakfast, you spent the day hanging out, exploring the city and doing some shopping. You enjoyed each other's company, but you both knew that this was just a casual arrangement. There were no promises of commitment or love between you two, just a mutual attraction and occasional intimacy.

You both made your way back to the dorm, but you sensed a bit of tension between you two. The last store you went to…you saw him glancing around, looking a bit uncomfortable. There wasn’t anything you’d said or done to him prior to going to the store, but you saw how quiet he’d been.

You locked the door to your dorm behind you, glancing at him who paid you no mine and looked down at his phone.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked him.

Heeseung looked up from his phone, his expression guarded. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice a little.

"You sure?" you asked, sensing that something was bothering him.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I just...I don't know," he said, his voice trailing off. "I’m just thinking."

"About?" you asked, concerned in your voice.

“My boss texted me and said she wants to talk in person. I’ve been trying to get promoted to manager and I think…that this might be it.” He said.

You could see the tension in Heeseung's face as he spoke about his boss's message. "That's great news!" you said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I’m sure you’ve been working hard for this."

Heeseung nodded, but you could tell that he was still worried. "I just hope I'm not getting my hopes up for nothing," he said. "I really want this promotion."

"I believe in you," you said, giving him a reassuring smile. "You're smart and talented, and you deserve this. Just go in there and show them what you're capable of."

Heeseung smiled back at you, looking a little more confident. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate your support."

You both settled down on the bed, with Heeseung leaning against the wall and you sitting next to him. You talked about your day, trying to lighten the mood.

As you talked, you both started to relax and unwind. You shared stories about your friends and families, and laughed at some of the silly things that had happened to you recently. Heeseung told you about a funny encounter he had with one of his coworkers, and you couldn't help but giggle at the image in your head. You shared a few of your own stories, and before you knew it, you had both forgotten about the tension from earlier.

As the night wore on, you both found yourself getting a little sleepy. You snuggled up next to Heeseung, feeling his warmth and his steady breaths against your neck.

“I literally have to be out of here by 7 am.” You told him.

He nodded, “Maybe I should go home, yeah? Because I’m not getting up that early. I can tell you that right now.”

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I don't want you to be late for work or anything."

Heeseung got up from the bed, grabbing his things and getting dressed. You watched him as he moved about the room, feeling a sense of fondness for him. You knew that your time together was limited, but you didn't want to dwell on that. You were just happy to have these moments with him, to share your intimacy and your connection.

“Before you leave,” You exclaimed, getting up from your bed, “Did you block Hana?”

He smiled a little, glancing down at his phone, “Not yet.”

“Do it before you leave. I can’t be hours away from you knowing that she still has contact with you.” You told him.

“Y/N, I work with her. It would be unprofessional to block her. She’s been covering my shifts when I spend time with you.” He admitted. “What am I to do if you suddenly call me up and I have no one to cover my shift because she’s mad I blocked her?”

You shrugged, “Not our problem. If I have to, I’ll get a job there and cover your shifts.”

He smiled, shook his head and pushed you, “You’re cute. But no really, I’m not blocking her.”

“I thought I convinced you.” You whined, holding your hand out, “At least let me remove her from your social media.”

“My social media?” He asked, “How do you know she follows me on instagram?”

“Uh…” You awkwardly laughed, “Whatttt?” Did I say that? Pff.”

His eyes widened as a smile crept on his face, “Were you stalking my social media? Trying to find Hana?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized what you had just revealed. "Uh, no, of course not," you said, trying to play it cool. "I just happened to come across her profile when I was scrolling through your followers."

Heeseung chuckled, seeing through your lie. "Sure, sure," he said, teasingly. "But in all seriousness, I don't think blocking Hana is the right solution. We work together, and we need to maintain a professional relationship. Plus, I don't want any unnecessary drama."

“Just unfollow her and I’ll let it go.” You told him, crossing your arms.

He picked up his phone, standing beside you so you could see his screen. He clicked on her profile, removing her as a follower and unfollowed her. Then, he clicked the three dots and blocked her instagram profile, looking up at you after he was done.

“Happy?” He asked.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you," you said. "I appreciate it."

Heeseung smiled at you, looking a little amused. "You're welcome," he said. "But you know that blocking her on Instagram doesn't mean we won't have to work together, right?"

You nodded, realizing that he had a point. "I know," you said. "But at least I won't have to see her liking your posts or commenting on your pictures."

“You don’t even follow me.” He scoffed, “You’re totally stalking me. So weird.”

You shoved him, grabbing your phone and following him on instagram, “There. I followed you.”

Heeseung laughed, shaking his head. "Finally," he said, teasingly. "I was wondering when you were going to follow me."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Shut up," you said, playfully pushing him away.

Heeseung chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "You're cute when you're jealous," he said, teasingly.

You blushed a little, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection. "I'm not jealous," you protested, even though you knew it wasn't entirely true.

Heeseung just chuckled again, holding you close. "It's okay," he said. "I like it when you get a little possessive. It's cute."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn't help but smile. You knew that Heeseung was just teasing you, but part of you also felt a sense of warmth and happiness at his words. You enjoyed the playful banter between you two, and you appreciated the way he made you feel.

As he got ready to leave, you hugged him tightly. "Take care of yourself," you said. "And good luck with your promotion."

"I'll let you know how it goes." He said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Call me while you're back home.”

“And if I don’t?” You teased me.

Heeseung grinned at you. "Then I'll have to assume that you're too busy with another man." he said, playfully.

You laughed, shaking your head. "As if," you said, playfully shoving him. "You know I only have eyes for you."

Heeseung smiled, leaning in to give you a kiss. "Good.” he said. As he headed out the door, you watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions. You were happy to have spent time with him, but you also felt a little sad that he was leaving. But you knew that you would see him again soon, and that thought brought a sense of comfort and reassurance.

As you settled down to sleep, you thought about the moments you shared with Heeseung, gratitude and contentment washing over you. The connection with him was special, and you were grateful for the intimacy and the closeness that you shared. And as you drifted off to sleep, you held onto the memory of his smile and his touch, peace and comfort forming in your heart.

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The next morning, you woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and sadness. You were leaving your dorm to go back home for winter break, which meant that you had to say goodbye to Heeseung the night before. You got dressed quickly, trying not to make too much noise so as not to wake up your roommate, and grabbed your bags before heading out the door.

As you drove to the airport, you thought about the moments you shared with Heeseung, feeling a mix of emotions. You were sad to leave him behind, but you were also looking forward to spending time with your family and friends. You couldn't help but smile as you thought about the way he made you feel, and the connection that you shared.

You boarded your flight, you held onto the memory of his smile and his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and reassurance in your heart. You knew that you would see him again soon, and that thought brought a sense of peace and contentment. You promised yourself that you would take care of yourself, and that you would call him as soon as you got home. You knew that he was waiting for your call, and that thought brought a smile to your face.

The plane took off, you closed your eyes and leaned back in your seat, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead. You knew that your time with Heeseung was special, and you were grateful for the moments you shared together. You were looking forward to the adventures that awaited you back home, and to spending time with your loved ones. And as you drifted off to sleep, you held onto the memories of your time with Heeseung, feeling a sense of contentment and gratitude in your heart. You knew that no matter where life took you, he would always hold a special place in your heart. And you promised yourself that you would make the most of your time at home, and that you would come back to school with new stories and experiences to share with Heeseung.

You were greeted by your mother at the airport with a big smile on her face. You hurried over to her and she walked with you to get your backs, making conversation in an attempt to catch up on life as you’d been gone for so long.

Your first day back was spent at your mother’s home with multiple family members coming to visit. As the day wore on, you got to talk to cousins, aunts, uncles, and so forth. All your family had made their way into town for Christmas, and it was nice.

Once night came, you found yourself in your old room with your sister, both of you sat on your bed as you scrolled through your phone, telling her all about Heeseung.

“So…you met him at a restaurant….slept with him the first night…and now you’re hooked, aren’t you?” She laughed, pushing your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's not like that," you protested. "We just really connected, you know? And he's different from anyone I've ever met."

Your sister raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Uh huh," she said. "And what about school? You still have to focus on your studies, you know. Mom spent a lot of money sending you off to California.”

You sighed, knowing that she had a point. "I know," you said. "But we're both busy with life, and we're going to make it work. We're just taking it one day at a time."

Your sister nodded, looking a little more understanding. "Okay," she said. "Just don't forget to prioritize your goals, okay? And don't get too caught up in this guy. Has he even made it exclusive yet?”

“Well, not exactly….” You smiled, covering your face from embarrassment.

Your sister let out a small laugh. "I knew it," she said. "You're jumping into things too quickly. You need to slow down and think things through."

You nodded, feeling a little chastened. "I know," you said. "I'm not trying to rush anything, but it just feels right, you know? And he's been really respectful of my feelings.” You trailed off a bit. “I told him I’d call him when I got here but I forgot. Cali is like…3 hours behind us, so I’m not too worried..I’m sure he’s awake.”

“Okay…? So?” She questioned.

You tapped your lip, and then closed the door to your bedroom, locking it behind you. “As an adult, I am making this decision and I won’t allow you to change my mind.”

“You’re 19.” She laughed.

“Okay, and you’re only 20. Can’t tell me what's right and wrong anymore.” You crossed your arms, “I’m going to send him some pics.”

“Like…nudes?” She asked.

You nodded, “Yes, cute ones though. Nothing too revealing. No face either. Can you help me?”

“Hm, help my little sister take nudes for a guy she’s not even dating…no!” She smiled, “Not doing that.”

“Please~” You begged, plopping down on your bed, “I’ll owe you, I swear.”

“When you say nude, do you mean you’re going to show yourself? Like completely?” She asked.

“Just a little tease. Something to get him going. I heard guys really like that shit.” You shrugged, “Plus, we already had phone sex the other day. Is it really that different?”

“Well, you’re right.” She sighed, “I'll help you…on one condition.”

“What?” You asked.

“Come out with me and my friends later tonight. I want you to meet them.” She said.

“Alright, deal.” You said, nodding.

She got up, wiping her hands off, “Okay, let’s start. How do you want to pose for the pics?”

You smiled, feeling grateful that your sister was willing to help you out. "Thanks," you said. "I appreciate it." You thought for a moment, considering how you wanted to pose for the pictures. "I was thinking maybe just some suggestive shots, nothing too revealing," you said. "Maybe a little bit of cleavage or something."

Your sister nodded, looking thoughtful. "Okay, we can work with that," she said. "Let's try a few different poses and see what works best."

You spent the next hour taking pictures with your sister's help, trying out different poses and angles. From completely bare top shots to mirror shots, eventually you found the ones that felt the most comfortable and flattering. You were a little nervous, but also excited at the thought of sending the pictures to Heeseung. You knew that he would appreciate the gesture, and you were looking forward to seeing his reaction.

Once you had taken enough pictures, you sent them to Heeseung, feeling a little bit nervous as you waited for his response. You attached a short message to the images.

“made it home lol.” - You.

Your sister peaked over your shoulder, bursting into laughter, “Made it home LOL!”

You looked at her, confused at what was funny. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s the cringiest text I’ve ever seen. You couldn’t have said — thinking of you — or something? Girl.”

You smiled, “Die.”

Your sister talked about how she met some people at her state school and how they were gonna come to pick you both up. “So it’s Jake and Sunoo. I met Jake at one of the football games because me and Sunoo were just getting food at the concession stands and Jake was back behind the register burning popcorn, clicked right away.”

“Why are we hanging out with guys? Is this your failed attempt at setting me up on a double date?” You asked her.

“No, not at all. Sunoo has a girlfriend,...but Jake doesn’t~” She cooed. “I’ve been trying to get you to come back home and go on a date with Jake since June, dude.”

You laughed, feeling a little surprised. "Wait, seriously?" you asked. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Your sister shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I don't know," she said. "I guess I didn't want to pressure you. But he's really sweet, and I think you guys would hit it off."

You considered her words, feeling a little hesitant. "I have Heeseung though.”

“No you don’t! Y’all aren’t dating, you can’t cut off all other options because of Heeseung.” She said.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a little defensive. "I'm not cutting off all other options," you said. "But I really like Heeseung, and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize what we have."

Your sister nodded, looking understanding. "I get that," she said. "But at the same time, you have to keep your options open. You never know what could happen."

You sighed, feeling a little conflicted. "I know," you said. "But it's not like I'm actively looking for someone else. I just want to focus on my relationship with Heeseung."

“What relationship? This lil fling y’all have going on? Like hello? Y/N, you’re too fine to be tripping offa dude who wants to keep y’all sex sessions a secret. You’re better than this.” She groaned, falling back onto your bed.

You bristled a little at your sister's words, feeling defensive. "It's not like that," you protested. "Heeseung and I have a connection, and we're taking things slow. It's not just about sex."

“Not just about sex but everytime you guys hang out, you’re meeting up to have sex….” She slowly nodded. “Makes 100% sense.”

“Okay…” You awkwardly laughed, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

You sighed, “There was this girl Heeseung used to mess with, Hana. They still work together, and he claims that they don’t communicate like that anymore but when we were at a hotel together, she was blowing his phone up.”

Your sister’s jaw dropped, “Pause, rewind. HOTEL? Together?? You and him? Y/N, dick can’t be that good that you’re literally staying in hotels just to sleep with him.”

“You completely missed the point.” You sighed, sitting back against the wall.

“All I got from what you said is that him and Hana still be banging on the low. Anytime a man is getting called by a girl multiple times in a row…? She missing her man. That’s it.” She said. “Which is why I say you should meet Jake! A better, non-toxic cute guy!”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll meet him. No promises that we won’t click. I’m very picky about my men.”

Your sister grinned, looking pleased. "That's all I ask," she said. "I just want you to be happy, and if Jake isn't the one, that's okay. But you never know, he might surprise you."

You nodded, feeling a little more open to the idea of meeting Jake. "Okay," you said. "I'll keep an open mind."

As the night wore on, you found yourself feeling a little more relaxed and optimistic about your love life. You knew that things with Heeseung were complicated, but you also knew that you deserve someone who was willing to be open and honest with you. And as you thought about meeting Jake, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the possibilities that lay ahead. Maybe he would be the one, or maybe he would just be a good friend. Either way, you were ready to take a chance and see where things went.

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You and your sister made your way out around 10 ish when Sunoo had texted that they were outside. You grabbed your purse and followed your sister out the door, feeling a little nervous and excited at the prospect of meeting your sister's friends. As you stepped outside, you saw two guys waiting for you in a car. One of them had light brown hair and a friendly smile, while the other had dark hair and a more reserved demeanor.

You both got in and they turned to you guys in the backseat. Your sister began. "Hey guys," your sister said, walking up to them. "This is my sister, Y/N."

The brown-haired guy stepped forward, extending his hand. "Hey, I'm Jake," he said. "Nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand, feeling a little shy. "Nice to meet you too," you said.

The other, Sunoo, gave you a small smile, “I like your earrings.”

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. "Thank you," you said. "I got them from a thrift store."

Sunoo nodded, looking impressed. "Nice," he said. "I love thrift shopping too."

As the car drove on, you found yourself chatting and laughing with Jake and Sunoo, feeling more and more comfortable around them. They were both easy to talk to, and you found yourself drawn to their friendly personalities and sense of humor.

You all got out at a movie theater and walked in together, stopping at the box office to decide on a movie. Once it was chosen, Sunoo offered to pay for the tickets if the rest of you all paid for the food, so of course you’d agreed.

Sunoo walked off with the tickets and said he’d keep the seats warm while he waited. You, Jake, and your sister got in line for some food, but the peaceful sound of bustling crowds was quickly short when your sister nudged you, signaling towards Jake. You shrugged in response, unsure of what she wanted you to do.

You looked at her, feeling a little confused. "What's up?" you asked.

Your sister grinned mischievously. "So, Y/N was just telling me that she's single," she said, looking at Jake. "And I was thinking, you're single too, right?"

Jake chuckled, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I guess I am."

Your sister nodded, looking pleased. "Well, Y/N is a catch," she said. "And she's looking for someone who's kind and funny and doesn't take themselves too seriously. Sound like anyone you know?"

Jake grinned, looking at you. "I think I might know someone like that," he said.

You blushed, feeling a little embarrassed by your sister's forwardness, but also feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity about the possibility of dating Jake. He was cute and funny, and you enjoyed spending time with him. But at the same time, you didn't want to rush into anything, especially not with Heeseung back in California.

Jake stepped forward to ask for the popcorn, and you pulled your sister to the side. "I don't know about this," you said. "I just met him."

Your sister looked at you, understanding the hesitation in your voice. "I know it's a lot to take in," she said. "And I'm not saying you have to jump into anything right away. But I think Jake is a really great guy, and I think you two could have something special if you give it a chance. Just take things slow and see where they go."

You nodded, feeling a little more reassured. "Okay," you said. "I'll keep an open mind."

As you all settled into your seats and the movie began, you found yourself snacking on popcorn and enjoying the film. Of course, you’d occasionally see Jake glancing at you from the side , but nothing too major. He wasn’t too good at hiding his gazes, but it was cute.

The movie came to an end and the lights came up, you felt a sense of contentment and satisfaction with the way the night had gone. You had made new friends and potentially opened up a new fling. If Heeseung could have a fling with Hana, then you could have a fling with Jake. Surely it wouldn’t take much emotional capacity to mess around for a boy for a few weeks. Might as well, especially considering Heeseung had yet to respond to your pictures.

You thanked Sunoo for the tickets and your sister, again, urged you to walk beside Jake as her and Sunoo walked out first. Begrudgingly, you agreed.

“Hey,” He said, catching sight of you walking beside him. “What did you think of the movie?”

“If I had to rate it out of ten, I’d give it a 6.” You told him. “Minus 4 because they used cringy ass words. Nobody in real life says shit like “darn it”. Like come on, let’s be for real.”

Jake chuckled. "Yeah, I get what you mean. But overall, I thought it was a pretty good movie. The storyline was interesting, and the characters were relatable."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of ease and comfort around Jake. The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the cool night air and the sound of the crowd around you.

“So…are you and your sister going home after this or…?” He asked.

You looked up at Jake, feeling a little flustered by the question. "Um, I'm not sure yet," you said, trying to play it cool. "We might grab a drink or something. Whatever my sister wants to do, I’ll do. Plus, Sunoo is driving, not me.”

“That’s right…why’d I forget we rode together?” He laughed, hitting himself on the forehead.

You laughed along with Jake, feeling a sense of ease and comfort around him. As the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, you found yourself enjoying his company more and more.

Once you were all in the car, Jake offered to sit in the back with you so that your sister could charge her phone in the front. Sunoo drove around with the windows down and music blasting, and you all just enjoyed the cool air.

Jake leaned over a bit, “So, where do you go to school?”

“I go all the way to UCSB, over in Santa Barbara, Cali.” You told him.

“Oh jeez, that’s some way from West Virginia.” He awkwardly laughed. “How’s California? I’ve never been before.”

You smiled at Jake's question, happy to share your experiences with him. "California's great," you said. "The weather is amazing, the beaches are beautiful, and there's always something to do. It's definitely a different vibe from West Virginia, but I love it."

Jake nodded, seeming interested in what you had to say. "Yeah, I bet it's a lot different from where I'm from," he said. "I've lived in West Virginia my whole life, so I'm used to a slower pace of life, I guess. But it's nice to get out and see new places."

“Jake, I’ve literally lived in Virginia all my life too. I only go to California for school.” You told him, squinting your eyes a bit before bursting into a laughing fit at his stupidity.

Jake blushed in embarrassment, realizing his mistake. "Oh, right, sorry about that," he said, laughing along with you. "I guess I got a little mixed up there. But it's still cool that you get to experience a different part of the country for school."

You nodded, still chuckling a bit. "Yeah, it's definitely been an adventure," you said. "But I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow in a new environment."

He smiled a bit, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

You shook your head, “You’re so stupid, oh my goodness.”

He smiled, “Bro, I…don’t know what was going through my head.”

“Obviously nothing!” You laughed, teasing him.

Sunoo pulled into a small arcade, turning his car off, “I have a card with like 700 points on it. If I don’t use it by tomorrow, they’ll expire. I must spend them ASAP….now, come on. Everyone inside.”

You glanced at Jake, before complying to Sunoo’s requests.

As you walked into the arcade, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The bright lights and sounds of the games filled the air, and you felt like a kid again. Sunoo led the way, heading straight for the ticket redemption counter.

"So, I'm thinking we should split up into teams and compete for the most tickets," Sunoo suggested, holding up his card. "Who's with me?"

Your sister raised her hand, “I’m with you.”

“There’s only one card though.” Jake said.

“We’ll take turns. Sunoo and I for 30 minutes, then you two get the card.” Your sister nodded.

You all agreed to the plan, and Sunoo set a timer for 30 minutes. He and your sister headed off to play some games, while you and Jake decided to explore the arcade.

As you walked around, you couldn't help but notice how much Jake made lame jokes. He was cute, but his jokes were fueled by teen boy humor. Not wanting to come off as a bitch, you let it roll off your shoulders until he pointed at balls inside of the basketball game, “Big balls. I can relate.”

You gagged, “Jake, you are genuinely so lame.”

He fake scoffed, “Ouch.”

“You act like a 15 year old virgin.” You told him, rolling your eyes.

“That’s pretty specific, don’t you think? 15 years old? And a virgin? Can’t relate to that one.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

You laughed, “Well, you sure act like one.”

“The 15 year old or the virgin?” He asked you.

“Mmm…a virgin.” You told him. You knew damn well you only had one body, but you still felt like you’d had enough experience to recognize when someone didn’t.

“That’s false.” He said, sitting down on an empty bench.

You crossed your arms and sat beside him, “What’s your body count?”

He rubbed his chin, and then held his hands out, counting. Once he got to 15, you stopped him, “You’re full of shit.”

“Okay, maybe 3 or 4. Why are you asking me this, again?” He asked.

“You know, if I’m being honest…I recently lost mine and I’m kind of curious to see how experienced other people are.” You admitted to him.

He slowly nodded, “Ah, right, okay. Well, congratulations for losing yours!”

You groaned, “It wasn’t with my boyfriend though.”

“Wait, what?” He asked, “Did you cheat on your boyfriend or something?”

“No, I mean like…the guy I lost it to? He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend…or whatever.” You told him.

“Oh, okay…does that upset you? That you two aren’t dating?” He asked.

You shook your head, purely lying. “I don’t need him. Plus, his body count is probably like 10+, I doubt that he even thinks about me like he says he does.”

“Ah, you two aren’t in contact anymore?” He asked.

“We’ll be in contact when I get a text back from him but he only texts late at night, and it’s only like 8 in California right now. I can expect a text from him at like 5 am Virginia time.” You sighed.

Jake looked at you sympathetically, "I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds like a complicated situation."

You shrugged, "It is what it is. I knew going into it that it wasn't going to be anything serious. I just needed to get it out of my system."

Jake nodded, "I get it. Sometimes you just need to do what's best for you."

You smiled, feeling grateful for Jake's understanding. "Thanks, Jake. You’re really sweet.” You looked over his face, taking in how…hot he was. Yes, Heeseung was hotter. Heeseung would forever remain to be the one in your heart, but you didn’t mind having Jake on your mind at the time being. Heeseung hadn’t even bothered to respond to your suggestive photos, flirting with Jake would be your payback.

But then again, Heeseung was probably at work. You were sick for thinking about these things. How desperate were you? Thinking about Jake not even 24 hours after you were just riding on top of Heeseung? Sick.

"So, what do you plan to do later tonight?"

You took a deep breath and tried to clear your mind. "Sorry, I got a bit distracted there. What did you say?" you asked him.

Jake smiled, "No worries. I was just asking what your plans were for the rest of the night."

You shrugged, "I don't really have any plans. Just going to head back home, I guess."

Jake nodded, "Well, do you want some company? “

“Uh,” You bit your lip. “What do you mean?”

Jake chuckled, seeing your confusion. "I mean, do you want me to come over and hang out with you for a while? If not, I understand.”

“No, my mom might actually kill me. I may be 19 but I’ll forever be 12 in my mom’s mind.” You playfully told him, pretending like you weren’t just undressing him with your mind a second ago.

Jake laughed, "Yeah, I get it. Moms can be like that sometimes."

You smiled, feeling grateful for Jake's understanding. "Thanks for being cool about it."

Jake nodded, "Of course. Maybe we can plan something for another time. You’re here for how long?”

“A month!” You told him.

"Yeah, that sounds good. We'll figure something out." He said.

When the 30 minutes were up, you awkwardly played games with him. You’d come to realize that you didn’t like guys like Jake; Timid, shy, overly funny. He didn’t make you feel what Heeseung made you feel. You weren’t necessarily trying too hard to develop anything for him, but it would be nice to have a distraction from Heeseung. Especially while there was no telling what he was doing back in Cali.

At the end of the hurrah, your sister took pics of you all and then dropped you both at home.

You glanced down at your phone and STILL had no text back from Heeseung. At this point, you wondered if he purposefully didn’t respond to you. Like, you were fucking fed up with him! Why did you have to wait for him to respond but as soon as he texts you, you call him? You don’t wait hours to reach out, you don’t wait.

You told your sister that you’d be inside in a second and called Heeseung. It rang for a bit, and you found yourself pacing down the sidewalk, biting your lip in frustration. After what felt like an eternity, Heeseung finally picked up the phone. "Hey, what's up?" he said casually.

"What's up? Are you fucking kidding me?" you snapped. "I've been waiting for hours for you to respond to my text. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “I’ve been busy with work.” he said. “Plus, it’s not that big of a deal. I always answer when you call.”

"Not that big of a deal? Heeseung, it’s a big deal. It’s a really big deal! Communication is important, Heeseung. I feel like I'm always the one reaching out to you, and you only respond when it's convenient for you. That's not fair." You said, tears stinging at your eyes.

“Okay, for sure, but like I said, I’ve been at work. I got promoted, by the way. Officially the new manager of Moonshadows @ Malibu.” He said.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Congratulations on the promotion," you said, trying to sound sincere. "But that still doesn't excuse the fact that you couldn't take a few seconds to respond to my text. Did you even bother to open it? Do you know how much effort I put into finding sexy photos to send you? All because I want to make YOU happy while I’m on break?”

Heeseung's voice softened on the other end of the line. “Y/N, I get that you’re upset but…a sexy photo? Like? Do you know what time it was that you sent that?”

“It was like 6 my time.” You told him.

“It was 3 pm. 3 o’clock when you sent me a photo of you with your tongue out, boobs out, and all that WHILE I was at work. I couldn’t respond, that’s that.” he sternly stated.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment as Heeseung pointed out the time you sent the photo. "I didn't realize it was that early," you said, feeling foolish. "I was just trying to do something nice for you, and I guess I didn't think it through."

"I appreciate the effort, I really do," Heeseung said. "But you have to understand that I can't always respond to messages right away, especially when I'm at work. It's not fair to expect me to drop everything and respond to a message like that."

You felt sad at his words. He was right; He was a true adult with a true job. You were just the dumb college girl with no real concept of how the real world worked. How couldn’t you remember that it was so early for him? How could you just forget? Why would you send him the photo while knowing he was at work? What’s wrong with you?

You hung up the phone without another word, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed and disappointed in yourself. You had wanted to do something nice for Heeseung, but instead, you had made him feel pressured and uncomfortable while he was at work.

Walking back up to your room, you felt down. You replayed the conversation over and over in your head. You couldn't believe that you had been so thoughtless and insensitive. You’d even called him at an indecent hour. Genuinely, you were sick of yourself. Sick of how needy you were becoming.

Your phone vibrated, and you glanced down at it. You saw a text from Heeseung.

“Are you heading to sleep soon?” - heeseung <3

You didn’t reply back to him, simply tossing your phone to the side.

But you lay in bed that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in yourself. You knew you had to apologize to Heeseung and make things right. You picked up your phone and typed out a message to him.

"heeseung, i’m sorry for the way i acted earlier. i wasn't thinking about your schedule, and i shouldn't have sent you that photo while you were at work. i hope you can forgive me." - You.

You hit send and waited nervously for his response. A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a notification.

“Y/N, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I just want you to remember that I have a job, and I’m often not free throughout the day. Okay? Just keep that in mind.” - heeseung <3

You couldn’t take his text seriously. You were simply just embarrassed. You even went out of your way to change his contact name from heeseung <3 to just Heeseung. You didn’t know how you’d come back from this. He didn’t even acknowledge the photo, didn’t compliment you, nothing.

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After changing Heeseung's contact name, you spent the next day feeling distant and disconnected from him. You couldn't help but feel hurt and disappointed by his lack of response to the photo you had sent him.

But as the hours went on, you realized that you couldn't keep these feelings bottled up inside. You knew you had to talk to Heeseung and express your concerns.

After 2 days, you mustered up the courage to call him. "Hey, Heeseung," you said when he answered. "Sorry I haven’t reached out…”

“It’s fine.” He said.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, is now a good time?” You asked him.

“I guess so.” He said, “What is it?”

“You guess? Yes or no? I don’t want you to guess, I just want you to tell me if now is a good time or not.” You said, already feeling annoyed at his short responses.

“Yes, now is fine. What is it that you want to say?” He asked.

"I've been feeling a little insecure lately," you admitted. "I sent you a photo a few days ago, and you didn't really respond to it. I just wanted to know if everything was okay and if you're still interested in me."

Heeseung paused for a moment before responding. “Y/N, seriously? Like are you really asking me this?”

“What do you mean?” You asked him. “I am asking you because I…want to know if you still like me.”

A loud groan came from him on the other end of the call.

Heeseung's groan made you feel even more insecure and hurt. You couldn't believe he was reacting this way. "What's wrong?" you asked, feeling your voice shake a little. “Why can’t you tell me if you like me or not? Why haven’t you expressed any of your feelings towards me? We keep having sex and going on dates, but not once did you tell me how much I meant to you…all you do is turn the conversation around on me!”

"Why do I have to verbally express whether I like you or not?" Heeseung asked, his tone still slightly curt. "I didn’t know you were requiring me to wear my heart on my sleeve.”

The tears you’d been trying to hold back finally escaped, streaming down your face as you cried. "It's not about wearing your heart on your sleeve, Heeseung," you sniffed, trying to calm your sobs. "It's about being honest! I need to know where I stand with you. Please just tell me, Heeseung, please.”

Heeseung's tone softened as he heard the tears in your voice. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

You wiped your tears. "I just need to know how you feel about me, Heeseung," you said, your voice still shaky. "I need to know if you see a future with me, or if this is just a casual thing for you."

Heeseung let out a sigh. "You’re really great, Y/N.” he said. "I enjoy spending time with you. But I don't know what the future holds, and I don't want to make any promises I can't keep."

His words hit you like a pile of bricks. The once sad feeling you felt was soon replaced with anger as you spat back, “Maybe I should fuck someone else then, yeah? I should just find someone else because you don’t care about me. You don’t even care that I’m crying right now.”

Heeseung's expression turned to shock as he heard your words. "Y/N, that's not fair," he said firmly.

You began again. “You know what’s weird? Why don’t I know anything about you? Why do I only know your first name? Why are you allowed to know everything about me but as soon as I ask you a question, you end the conversation? Are you trying to manipulate me? Is this a game to you?

He sighed again. “Y/N, I'm sorry that you feel that way," he said. "It's not my intention to manipulate you or play games. I’m just not good with these emotional things.

“That doesn’t excuse anything, Heeseung.” You told him.

“I am aware —” he paused. “ — But I’m uncomfortable having this conversation while I’m in the midst of checking into work. I will call you later.”

You scoffed, “No, you can’t hang up on me. I’m more important than your stupid job.”

“Y/N, I’m going to hang up and I’m going to call you once I’ve settled in at home. Goodbye.” He said, hanging up.

You felt a sense of anger and frustration as Heeseung hung up on you. You couldn't believe that he was prioritizing his job over your relationship. AGAIN! But you waited. You weren’t going to tell him not to go to work, that's a bit too far.

Trying to spend time with family while anxiously waiting for Heeseungs call might have been the most painful thing you’ve ever been through.

You couldn’t even focus during game night, and your cousins even pointed it out. All you could do was sit, stare, and occasionally look down at your phone.

Therefore, when he finally reached out, you jumped up to excuse yourself and went to your room to answer him.

“Heeseung, you finally called.” You sighed, feeling slight contentment at his presence over the phone.

“Hello to you too, Y/N.” He said. “I’ve had time to think about what you said and I’m going to be 100% honest with you, no games, nothing. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He took a deep breath, “I think you’re a really sweet girl, Y/N. I think that you have something special about you and I genuinely enjoy being around you. Of course, there’s been some hiccups with the Hana situation and the photo, but I overall think that if we can both agree to trust each other and not jumó to conclusions, we’ll both be better off. Things work best that way if you just trust my word and don’t get all in your head.”

As you listened to Heeseung's words, you felt a mix of emotions. On the one hand, you appreciated his honesty and his willingness to be open with you. On the other hand, you felt frustrated that he was asking you to trust him blindly without questioning his actions or intentions.

"Heeseung, I appreciate your honesty," you said. "But trust is something that needs to be earned. I can't just blindly trust you without any evidence or reassurance."

"I understand that," Heeseung said. "And I'm willing to work on earning your trust. But I also need you to be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt sometimes. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying my best."

"I want to trust you, Heeseung," you said. "I really do…but I also need to know that you're willing to be open and honest with me, and to address any concerns or issues that I bring up."

"I am," Heeseung said. "Let's take things one step at a time and see where things go."

You felt a sense of relief and hope at his words. Despite the challenges and hiccups in the relationship, you felt like there was still a chance to build something strong and meaningful with Heeseung.

“Okay, thank you. I really needed to hear that.” You took a deep breath, finally feeling relieved. after many painful days.

“Now, about your ‘sexy photo’…you still want me to comment on it?” He asked.

“Mhm, yes please.” You told him, closing your bedroom door.

“Hm, let’s see.” He said, as you heard tapping on his screen. “First off, you’re so beautiful.. I think you with your tongue out MIGHT be my favorite.”

As Heeseung commented on your photo, you felt a sense of playfulness and flirtation between the two of you. It was a moment of lightness and humor amidst the tension and stress of the past few days.

"Thank you," you said, feeling a smile spread across your face. "I'm glad you liked them."

Heeseung sighed. "I'm sorry for not responding to your previous photos. I could have handled it better. I was just busy with work, that’s all it was.”

"It's okay," you said. "I understand. I just wanted to make sure you saw them. I worked hard on them for you.”

"I did," he said. "And I appreciate them. But let's not make a habit of sending sexy photos, okay? I think it’s more fun to wait and see it in person, you know?"

“But, I won’t be back in California for a month. What are you going to do while I’m gone?” You asked.

"I'll miss you, of course," Heeseung said, voice emitting from the other end of the call. "But I'll keep myself busy with work and other things…"

You felt a sense of disappointment at his response. “Other things, like what? Other women? Or Hana?”

"No, of course not," Heeseung laughed. "I'm not interested in anyone else. We agreed to keep things casual, remember?"

“I thought you said that…we just had to keep it a secret?” You asked him. “Keeping it casual isn’t the same as keeping it private.”

"Ah, yeah, my mistake. A secret." Heeseung replied. “Let’s just take it slow, Y/N.”

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling reassured by his words. "Okay, I understand. I just don't want to lose you while I'm away."

"You won't," Heeseung said softly. "I'll be here when you get back. And who knows, maybe we can take things to the next level when you come back?"

A smile spread across your face at the prospect. "When you say next level…what do you mean exactly? Because you know, I’ve never had a boyfriend before and I’ve already expressed through my actions how I feel towards you…right?”

“Have you?” He asked.

“Yeah…?” You questioned.

“I think I'd rather you tell me than you show me.” He sighed.

“Actions speak louder than words though.” you told him. “Get with the times, Heeseung.”

He faked a sad sigh, “I guess I’ll never know. Not until you tell me.”

You smiled at his playful response. "Okay, fine. You are a wonderful, amazing, great man.”

"I know, I know." Heeseung said. "I’m the best.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m hanging up now.”

“Y/N? Hanging up on me?” He gasped.”That’s a first. Tryna be like me? Ending the conversation?”

You groaned.“Heeseung, literally shut up. Like actually.”

The conversation persisted throughout the night, your sister eventually came up to say her good night and left you alone to talk to Heeseung.

The clock ticked on closer and closer to later at night, until you both admitted that you were getting sleepy.

“Heeseung, can I ask you a serious question?” You asked him, yawning.

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“When we hang out, do you usually have the expectation of sex?” You asked him. “If you do, it’s okay. I just want to know.”

He was silent on the other end of the phone.

After a moment of silence, Heeseung finally spoke up. "No, Y/N," he said. "I don't have any expectations when we hang out. I just enjoy spending time with you, whether it's laying in your dorm or going out to a cafe."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his honesty. "Okay, good to know," you said. "A little birdy keeps telling me that you expect certain things out of me. I don’t regret anything, of course. I just wanted clarification. It helps me figure out things.”

"Yeah?" Heeseung said. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "Well, I just want to make sure that we're both on the same page," you said. "I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. And honestly, I appreciate your honesty. It makes me feel more sure."

"And just so you know, I don't expect anything from you, Y/N." he said. “I hate that I’m on the verge of falling asleep as I say this but, I’ll just say it; You don’t have to overthink anything with me. If you ever want to talk, I hope I’ve made it so that you feel comfortable enough to just ask me. Okay? Don’t ask anyone else. Ask me. Ask the source.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "That means a lot," you said. "Thank you."

"Of course, sweet girl." Heeseung sighed with a chuckle. “Isn’t it super late for you? Virginia is like 3 hours ahead of Cali.”

You nodded to yourself, “It’s late, yes. But it’s okay. I like talking to you.”

"Of course, my sweet Y/N," Heeseung said with a soft smile. “I love talking to you too."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, feeling grateful for his kind and caring nature. "You love it?," you asked. "I’ve never heard you say that before. Love.”

"Oh, Y/N. I’m sleepy" Heeseung said with a gentle tone. "I’m gonna go, okay? Make sure you get some rest tonight. You deserve it."

You felt a sense of comfort wash over you at his words, feeling safe and loved in his presence. "I will," you said with a smile. "Goodnight.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of happiness knowing that you had someone like Heeseung in your life. Despite the distance between you, you knew that your connection was strong enough to withstand it, and that made you feel hopeful for the future. As you ended the call and settled into bed, you felt grateful for Heeseung's presence in your life. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling loved and cared for.

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The next week was about the same as your first few days there; Meeting up with family, small parties, preparing for christmas. Heeseung still continued to only answer his phone at night, which was frustrating, to say the least. Yet, you tried understanding that he had just been promoted so he was probably even more busy now.

When Christmas came, you woke up to a sweet text from him. To sum it up, he basically said:

“I have a surprise waiting for you when you get back, sweet girl. Counting down the days.” - heeseung <3

That was honestly enough to make you book a flight back home 4 days sooner than what you had intended to. You were unsure of what he had in store for you, but you were eager to get back to him. Hearing him wasn’t enough anymore, you wanted to see him. You wanted to feel him. Not his body, but him. The past lustful thoughts that once controlled you barely even existed anymore. Sure, you guys were keeping it ‘casual’, but he never verbally said that you weren’t allowed to like him, have feelings for him, etc.

But at this point, could they even be considered just “feelings”? You didn’t just feel butterflies when you heard his voice, you felt…calm. At peace. Warm. The names he’d call you brought a small to your face, opened the door for a pang in your heart, all of the above.

The more you found yourself thinking about him, the less patient you found yourself being. You were just counting down the days till you could leave and see him again.

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Finally, it was time. As you packed your bags and prepared to head back home, your mind was filled with excitement and anticipation. You couldn't wait to see what Heeseung had in store for you, and the thought of being in his arms again brought a smile to your face. Despite the distance and the challenges that came with it, you knew that your connection with Heeseung was strong enough to withstand it all.

First the airport, then the airplane, then back to the dorm, then to unpack. You had to finish settling in before you could even worry about how you’d find a way to see Heeseung, unsure of if he was working or not. You’d given yourself a week to just enjoy the last few days of break on campus and away from your family as you wanted to be in your own space…with Heeseung, of course.

Once settled in, you texted Heeseung.

“i made it back!! when can i see you?” - You.

Your heart was beating fast with anticipation.

But then the unexpected happened; He replied as soon as your message was delivered.

“Now. 29501 Elms Ave. #23. Code is 893993. See you soon, sweet girl.” - heeseung <3

He had you coming to his place? As in, where he lived?? Where he rested his head at night and ate his breakfast in the mornings?

You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over you as you read Heeseung's message. He wanted you to come over to his place, and while you were thrilled at the prospect of seeing him, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your things and made your way to Heeseung's apartment. As you arrived at the complex and entered the code he had given you, your heart was beating fast with anticipation. This was it. You were about to see Heeseung again, and this time, it would be in his own space.

As you made your way to his door and knocked, your nerves were on edge. But as soon as Heeseung opened the door and pulled you into a tight embrace, all of your worries melted away.

The moment you saw him, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. He looked just as handsome as ever, with a warm smile on his face and his arms open wide for you.

"Hey there, beautiful," Heeseung said as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I've missed you."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. "Me too," you said. "I've missed you so much."

Heeseung chuckled, pulling back to look at you. "But now that you're here, let's make the most of it."

As he led you into his apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. This was where Heeseung lived, where he spent his days and nights. And now, you were here with him.

From the colors, to the furniture, to the small plate left on the countertop. You admired it all. Everything reflected his personality, him as an individual.

Heeseung led you to his living room and settled onto the couch, pulling you close to him. As you snuggled up against him, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. This was where you belonged, in his arms.

You felt a sense of warmth spread through you as his arms strokes your hair, feeling his strong arms around you. You both basked in the silence.

It was something so intimate about just sitting there, holding each other. Dating or not, this was all you needed. Someone to hold, someone to feel, someone like him, someone like Heeseung, or just Heeseung period.

"So, what's the surprise you have for me?" You asked, looking up at him with a small smile.

Heeseung chuckled. "Patience, Y/N," he said. "All in good time. But first, let's catch up. How was your trip?"

As You settled onto the couch and began to chat, you felt a sense of happiness wash over you. Despite the distance and the challenges that came with it, you knew that your connection with Heeseung was strong enough to withstand it all. You talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing together, and it felt like no time had passed since you last saw each other.

Eventually, Heeseung stood up and held out his hand. "Okay, Y/N," he said with a smile. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of excitement build within you. Heeseung led you to his bedroom, where he had set up a cozy little nook with blankets and pillows.

"Ta-da!" Heeseung said with a grin. "I thought we could have a little movie night together. Just the two of us."

You felt a surge of awe wash over you as you looked at him with a happy frown. “Aw, Heeseung. This is so cute. You did this? For me?”

“Yeah.” He laughed. For the first time, you saw a flustered look on his face. A small blush covered his cheeks as he continued. “I knew you’d like it.”

“I love it. I absolutely adore everything you’ve done for me today. I really do.” You told him, holding his hand as you gave him a small kiss, “What movie did you have in mind?”

Settling onto the blankets after you found a movie, the warmth of Heeseung's body next to you, it was perfect. As the movie began to play, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

The night wore on and the movie ended, Heeseung turned to you with a sleepy gaze. "Y/N," he said, taking your hand in his again

“Yes?” You asked, looking up at him.

He kept his eyes down on you, a sense of what appeared to be longing behind his eyes. “Lately, I’ve been thinking about what I told you a few weeks ago.”

“There’s a lot you’ve told me in the past few weeks, Heeseung.” You smiled, slightly nudging him.

“I know, I know.” he sighed. “But one thing in particular has been on my mind lately, amongst other things.”

“What is it?”

He sighed, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer, “I think that I want to gear away from our ‘casual’ title. What do you think?”

As Heeseung spoke, his words sinking in slowly, you felt a mix of surprise and joy wash over you. He wanted to move away from the casual label and be something more, and it was something you had been wanting too. But the suddenness of it all still caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you.

You looked up at Heeseung, you saw a sense of longing and hope in his eyes that made your heart ache. He was putting himself out there, taking a risk, and you knew how much that meant.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words sink in. "Heeseung," you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion. "I would love that. I've been wanting that too, but I didn't want to push you."

You hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been wanting. And now, it is finally happening.

As you settled back onto the blankets, feeling the warmth of Heeseung's body next to yours, you knew that your connection was there after all. And despite the challenges that came with distance and uncertainty, you knew that you had found something special with Heeseung. And that made you feel hopeful for the future as you knew you could grow as a person with him, experiencing things in life, learning from him, and much more.

You snuggled up against him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. Heeseung has done many things; From making you go psycho over an ex fling to having you drive back and forth to Malibu. But you’d go back and do it all over again.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him, feeling a sense of overwhelming emotion wash over you. "Heeseung," you whispered, your voice choking with tears. "I'm so grateful for you. I’m sorry for how crazy I acted about Hana…I promise I’ll be better now…that she’s blocked.”

Heeseung smiled softly, brushing away your tears with his thumb. "Mhm" he hummed. "Forget Hana.”

You leaned in to kiss him, feeling a sense of passion and desire built within you. This was it, the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

Of course, you still had a lot you had to do; You had to ex out every woman that felt as though she could be in his life, had to find a way to get him to be closer to your school or vice versa, AND you most certainly had to get Hana fired from Moonshadows @ Malibu. Heeseung was now yours. Nobody else could have him. You’d do what you had to do to keep it that way.

Until then, you’d just lay in his arms, breathing in his scent, occasionally wondering how many other girls had smelled him this closely.

That was another thing you had to fix…he had too many followers on instagram. It was time for a detox.

Heeseung was yours and yours only.

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authors note: yall, i don’t know what the hell happened in this chapter. it took me so long to finish this #writers block. OH, if there’s any weird repeated sentences/paragraphs, my bad. i wrote a lot of this late at night.

also, if u saw a random ass spam of letters, that was me face palming on my keyboard, knocked out. thank u, hope u enjoyed the read, honeybuns :)

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Spiderbit Day 3 Sci-fi | First Meetings

@anonymous-dentist

This is not my best writing but oh well, had no time to reread I'm to busy today to not post now. Also it's Obsessedduo just like fyi...

Cell was wandering across the planet heaving. when was the last time he had had water? probably not in at least 2 earth days? but it was hard to tell. he was smart but he was no good at physics and he was pretty sure time passed differently out here. So 2 earth days for him. Who knows how long for the rest of the universe or even this planet time had passed. He was pretty sure the planet spun at a speed that one side always faced its star. He hadn't even seen the Sun move.

Maybe hoping onto a random supply transport ship was not his best idea. All he had was a metal knife too. no laser knifes. just a regular ass metal knife. that was fine though. he preferred a metal one anyway. he liked the blood. But it was dangerous being out, alone, with nothing but a metal knife, on a planet he didn't recognize. No food. No water. and the last time he saw anyone was the supervisor of that supply stop he got out at who he also killed and ate already… he'd manage something eventually.

Cell Needed to get up. He had tried to keep going. he still was but his body was shut down. He was so hot… that god damn star… god damn planetary rotation. He hears a hover car speeding closer and prays its not a police cruiser.

When he wakes up he's in the back of a van. there's blood on the walls. not his it seems. he is also drenched.

“oh you woke up.” someone proclaims before pushing a water bottle to his mouth, he nearly cokes and forcessses himself to sit up pushing the guy away.

“what the fuck man! you trying to drown me?” Cell manages horsely.

The guy is smiling. he has on eyeliner, and is in all black, including a hoodie on top. what a creep…. in this heat? sure this car was better then outside but it was still miserable. “sorry got excited. didn't think id find anyone out here. let alone someone alive.” he handed over the water before turning to an open med Kit.

Cell sipped. it was fine. average water. The guy was humming and cell reached into his pocket for the knife. he found nothing.

“Im Roier by the way.” the guy, Roier, hummed “would you happen to know anything about disposing of bodies?” he asked placing a sticker on him, it started to change colors… it was probably checking for dfifficiancies in vitamins. it wasn't looking good either.

“why do you need to know?” Cell asked skeptically.

“I have a dead body I need to dispose of.” he gestured to a bag in the corner by the seats. “you're in prison clothes. thought it was worth a shot. and I can make it two corpses if I need to.”

Cell looks over the guy and sees his knife on the far side of him. So he plays along.

“Oh yea okay. I know a few methods? How old.” Cellbit inquired

“I've had the body for like 2 days?”

Okay gross can't eat it then… that's fine he knew of other methods.

“Yea I got a couple. That'll still work then. And this planet is spaced out enough on this side… i actually think I know the perfect spot.”

After 6 hours according to the car’s clock they made it back to the transport station. No ine knew had come to replace the corpse’s shift lucky for them.

Cell helped carry the body to a pit he found while here originally and covered it up. For some reason Roier wanted the bag back so Cell could see the guy they were burring for a bit. He was dressed really nice, his hair was falling out of a jell style. He was fancy.

“Who was this guy anyway? Your Boss?” Cell asked unable to help his curiosity

“My Husband actually. He was bad at it.” Roier said all light leaving his expression.

Cell frowned. He itched. He hated seeing him like that. He wasn't sure why he cared though. It was dumb.

Cell was determined tho. After the guy was as covered as they were going to get he sucked in pulling both mucus and spit from his throat and mouth before spitting right on the grave.

He looked to Roier who had cracked a smile before copping. Roier looked back to Cell and they both just laughed.

After they calmed down Roier commented “you probably need some fresh clothes. You literally look like you just left Jail.”

To Cell’s credit. It had been years. He just couldn't change his clothes. “What are you getting at?”

“Let me take you to the dark side of the planet. I'll get you set up then do what you want” Roier shrugged looking over him carefully.

Cell returned the consideration. He supposed this couldn't go to bad. They didn't seem to have an interest in killing him. He may as well. “Alright. Sounds good to me.”

[vbecker10]

Loki's Little Secret (Part 2 of 3)

Part 1 here / Part 3 here

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: protective Loki (he might sound kinda like an ass but trust me), hidden relationship, angst cause I couldn't help myself, self doubt, thoughts of being inadequate, fluff (I promise... still coming)

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for three months and you've kept your relationship a secret from everyone... until now

Based on this Ask:

A/N: So I know it took a lot longer to put out this second part than I initially promised but I broke up with my boyfriend of several years about two days after I posted the first part and it was a bit hard to focus on this one. Before everyone starts to feel sorry for me, I know it was the right thing to do and although it sucked I'm in a better place right now because of it... now let's back to Loki and his happy ending 💚💚💚

Dividers by @harlequin-hangout

(LOKI POV - 5 days after Loki left)

You groan in annoyance as you flip back to the previous page of your book. You've read this chapter twice now and the preceeding chapter three times but you find yourself completely unable to focus. The words jumble together as your mind continually drifts from the open pages to your most recent memories of Y/N and unfortunately, they are far from pleasant.

You could still hear the pain in her voice, see the tears in her eyes, feel her pulling away from you when she told you she never wanted to be your secret. As soon as she fled the common room you knew you had made a horrible mistake and as each day passed you doubted you would ever be able to make amends for how you treated her. You pinch your nose and squeeze your eyes shut tightly, trying to force the memories away.

The sound of the door unlocking distracts you and thankfully sends the thoughts scattering away, for the moment at least. Thor stomps the snow off his boots then closes the door of the hotel room as he greets you. He puts his heavy coat over the back of one of the two chairs at the dining table and sits down. You place your book on the nightstand between the two small beds and stand up, the mattress squeaking noisily as you move.

"I brought dinner," he says, trying to sound cheerful as he starts to pull food out of a large paper bag.

"Thank you," you respond although you still have no appetite. It was easy enough to blame your lack of sleeping and eating on the mission, but now that it was behind you, you knew your brother would want answers.

You take the seat opposite him and ask, "What did they say about my request?"

He unwraps his burger, with a light shrug and says, "Once the file transfer was completed, Hill said we could stay here until we were needed again." He looks up at you then back down at his food and says, "Don't worry, brother, I didn't give a reason as to why we are not going back yet."

You nod and sigh in relief but then Thor adds, "You do know, they are not as dense as you pretend they are."

You don't respond so he continues, "Steve says Y/N hasn't been herself since..." he gestures vaguely with one hand, "whatever happened in the common room. He told me she looks unwell, as if she is hardly sleeping and she won't speak to anyone. She never enters the commons areas and vanishes as soon as her work is complete for the day."

You avoid his gaze, feeling the weight of how much you had hurt Y/N.

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments but then your brother finally asks you the question you have been dreading since you impulsively volunteered to join him. "What happened Loki?"

You pick at your burger, trying to pretend you are interested in it but know you can't avoid this conversation any longer. You fold the wrapper again and push your food away from you. Looking down you begin to fidget with your fingers under the table anxiously.

"Y/N and I have been..." you pause and correct yourself, "... we were together for the past three months." You close your eyes briefly, feeling a pain rise in your chest when you adjust your relationship from present to past tense.

"You've hidden this for three months?" Thor asks in shock. "I just assumed that was the first time the two of you were together or at least that this was fairly new."

You clear your throat before answering, feeling ashamed at how you acted, "That was the first time Y/N had stayed at the Tower, but no one was supposed to see us. You were all away at that silly team building event and we accidently fell asleep while watching a movie. The email from Rogers said you wouldn't be back until noon and Y/N would have gone home well before then."

"Everyone was tired of being in the woods so we came back early," Thor explained as briefly as possible then he motioned for you to continue, "You said it was her first time staying at the Tower..."

You sigh and pick at your palm, "For most of our relationship, if I wasn't on a mission, I would spend my nights at Y/N's apartment but I always left her before she woke up. I wanted to make sure no one ever saw me entering or leaving her apartment so they wouldn't know we were together."

"So wait... you would sneak out of her bed and just leave?" he asks, you can hear the judgment in your brother's voice, whether it was intentional or not. "I don't understand. Did you even care for her or was she just a bit of fun to keep you from being bored?"

"Don't you ever assume that I don't care for Y/N!" you stand up, putting your hands on the table in tightly balled fists. Thor looks up at you in silence as you sit slowly. You take a deep breath and to calm yourself, "I love her, Thor, more than I ever thought possible. I know it's only been a few months but, she means everything to me and now I might have lost her completely."

"Because you are an idiot," your brother says as if to finish your thought and you can't do anything but nod in agreement.

"Then why would you do this? Keeping your relationship quiet is one thing but you don't even act like you are friends with her," he says.

"I just... I wanted to keep her safe," you tell him, running your fingers through your hair as you lean back in your chair. "We are constantly facing new threats and I didn't know how else to ensure she would never be connected to me."

"What would make you think-" Thor starts to ask but stops himself. "You spoke to Peter?" he asks but it sounds more like a statement then a question.

You shake your head slowly, "No... but I overhead you, Barton and Parker talking right after the boy first joined the team."

"You heard us..." Thor says with a slight nod of understanding.

You continue, "It was a few weeks before I met Y/N but I couldn't forget how worried Parker was. He was so concerned with his aunt and girlfriend's safety he almost declined Stark's offer to be a part of the Avengers."

Thor looks down and sighs, "We told him maintaining his secret identity was the best way to guarantee his loved ones were safe. Distancing Spider-Man from Peter Parker would be a crucial step in making sure our enemies would never think to hurt MJ or his aunt. But... Clint also told him that if he ever felt they were truly in danger, they could be hidden somewhere secure like his family."

"You and I don't have secret identities," you pause briefly, "So I thought she needed to be the secret part of my life."

"I don't- why didn't you at least tell Y/N that?" Thor asks and you sit forward, resting your elbows on the table and putting your face in your hands.

(LOKI POV - 7 days after Loki left)

"Wake up," you feel someone nudge your shoulder lightly but mumble for them to leave you alone and roll over on the narrow bed. "I said 'wake up' brother," Thor says louder as he quickly pulls the sheets away, your try to grasp for them but miss. He tosses your sheets in a pile on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed and walks away triumphantly.

You sit up and groan angrily, "What was that for?"

"It's half past noon," he responds in an annoyed tone. "You can not spend another day just hiding under the covers."

He picks up his bag and sets it on the dining table and begins to rummage around in it. You don't bother replying to him, instead you wave your hand and a light green glow surrounds the discarded sheets, setting them back on the bed. Pulling them up dramatically around yourself, you roll onto your side and attempt to ignore your brother.

He huffs loudly and you can feel him walking towards you so you tighten your grip on the sheets preemptively. "Enough of this Loki," he says but you hold your end of the sheets for a moment. "We're going back," he says in a stern voice as he pulls the sheets away from you a second time, your grip loosening as soon as the words hit you.

"Wait- what-" you start to ask in surprise as you get up from the bed quickly.

He picks your bag up from the floor by the door and tosses it to you. You catch it against your chest as he says, "We're going back and you are going to talk to Y/N."

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(LOKI POV - later that night)

"We'll be landing in about fifteen minutes," the SHIELD pilot announces from the front of the jet.

You sigh and close your eyes as you lean forward to rest your head in your hands. You desperately wanted to talk to Y/N but you were still unsure if she would want to hear what you had to say.

You feel your brother's hand grip shoulder shoulder tightly as he tries to reassure you. "Try not to worry brother," he urges and you look up at him.

"I'm sure once you tell Y/N everything we talked about and apologize for keeping the truth from her and for treating her so horribly in front of the whole team and for ignoring her all those times you were working together she will absolutely forgive you... in time, of course I mean. She might not want to talk yet though, seeing as how she is still avoiding everyone and she did tell you never to speak to her again." He pauses for a moment and adds, "Maybe it would be better for you to wait until tomorrow to talk to her, it will be close to midnight when we arrive."

"Thank you Thor," you mumble in response.

"That's what big brothers are for," he says with a hopeful smile and you simply nod.

You finally settle on what you want to do just as the jet touches down on the landing pad behind the Tower. You decided that you would go to your room for the night and try to force yourself to sleep. Then, in the morning you would go to Y/N's apartment with her favorite flowers, coffee and the pastries she loved from the Cafe around the corner. Hopefully she would be willing to listen to you but if not, at least you could show her you still care.

Your reach your door and grip the knob tightly but you can't turn it, you stand motionless while your thoughts begin to swirl. Before you have time to change your mind again, you push the button for the ground floor as the elevator doors close.

(Y/N POV)

You yawn again and check your phone, it's a little after midnight so you decide it's time to at least attempt to fall asleep. You turn off the TV and just as you are about to turn out the light you hear a series of soft knocks on your front door. Your heart jumps in your chest as you get up quickly and head towards the door, you recognize that rhythm immediately.

"Loki?" you ask hopefully. You're unable to contain the smile that starts to spread when you see him standing in your hallway but it fades quickly when you see how worried and tired he looks.

He nods slightly in response and immediately looks down at his hands, rubbing them together nervously. "Y/N, I-" he starts to say but his voice falters. "I'm sorry, it's late... I shouldn't have come," he tells you, shaking his head without ever making eye contact with you.

He turns to walk away and you take a step outside of your apartment. "I'm glad you're home," you tell him truthfully.

He stops mid-step and sighs heavily, "The Tower never felt like home." He turns slowly to look at you, "Home was here, with you but I've ruined that."

Before you can reply he says, "I know you told me to act as if you don't exist but I can't. I can't pretend you aren't the most important person in my life, the only person I have ever been able to truly be myself around. I swear I never meant to hurt you Y/N, it was the last thing I ever wanted and I would do anything to take back the pain I caused you."

He looks down as he talks and you take a few steps towards him, you cup his cheek lightly when he finishes, hoping he will look at you. He lifts his head and looks into your eyes, "I just wanted to keep you safe, to protect you."

"What do you mean?" you ask but he doesn't answer, he tries to look away from you but you keep your hand on his cheek and guide him back to you.

"Can we speak inside, please?" he asks quietly and you agree, taking a step back so he can walk into your apartment first.

You close the door behind you and when you look back he is sitting anxiously on your couch. You sit, leaving an empty space between the two of you which feels unnatural. He looks hurt when you don't sit closer to him but he doesn't move instead, he begins to rub his hands slowly again.

"Loki," you say in a soft tone, putting your hand over his which stops his nervous motion. He looks up at you and you say, "Please talk to me. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before but I want to understand what happened."

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ten reasons why i hate you: reason #6

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 1434

WARNINGS. none. 

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

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[a/n]: hello, everyone!! this was supposed to be posted in january, but i didn’t have the time. today’s also my birthday, so here’s a gift to you all to celebrate it hehe!! i already have the rest of the story mapped out (in my head), so if everything goes well, i should be back to my usual weekly updates, but no promises! hope you’ll enjoy this chapter♡ 

← REASON #5 || MASTERLIST || REASON #7 → 

REASON #6 

He’s good with kids. 

You tried not to show your emotions (or your thoughts, really) on your face as you watched Jaehyun play with the kids from the orphanage. 

You were done giving a quick check-up to the children, so you and Jaehyun decided to play with them before you leave. You quickly ran out of energy so you decided to take a seat on the stairs of the orphanage’s building, while Jaehyun was playing what seemed to be a round of tag with the children. 

“That’s not the same man you’ve brought over last time.” 

Startled, you looked up and saw the director of the orphanage smiling down at you with a knowing look. 

It annoyed you the slightest when she asked the same question as Ernesto. 

Was this a sign to stop bringing men to your favourite places, in general? They seem to always come back to bite you in the ass. 

“The children seem to be doing well.” 

“Avoiding my question, are we?” she replied with a mocking chuckle. “And yes, the children are doing fine. Thanks to you and Doyoung.” 

“That wasn’t a question that you asked, but rather a statement, wasn’t it?” 

You were surprised to hear from the director that Doyoung was still a donor. After all, this was something you two started when you were still dating. A part of you didn’t expect him to continue this tradition of yours.

“Doyoung visited a couple of months ago to check up on the kids,” the director continue. “He never mentioned that you two broke up.” She then glanced at the ring that adorned the fourth finger of your left hand. “Or that you were getting married to someone that was not him.”

You took a look at your ring before folding your arms, suddenly uncomfortable that she had seen your ring, for some odd reason. “Well, he never mentioned to me that he visited you guys.” 

There was a small moment of silence that ensued following your small exchange. The children’s laughter echoed throughout the whole square, mixed in were screams of delight as your now-husband captured them in his arms. 

Jaehyun’s deep laughter was one that clearly displayed his joy. 

But it was also one that you, admittedly, never heard much before until today. 

“Are you happy?” 

You remained silent as you knew that whatever answer you would give her, the director would able to notice your lie. 

“I don’t know.”

But regardless of what she thought, you also didn’t want to lie to yourself. 

“Will you be happy?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Her brows furrowed in slight worry. 

“Then, what are you going to do?” 

You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through your nose. 

“I don’t know.” 

“I don’t know what I expected, but what we did today was not what I expected.” 

You glanced up from the medical article that you were reading, while Jaehyun emerged from the bathroom. He ruffled his wet hair and took a seat at the corner of the bed. Not close that he would be infringing upon your private space, but close enough that it did make you raise your eyebrows at his proximity. 

You were too jet-lagged yesterday night to realise what happened. 

But... you shared a bed with Jaehyun? 

And you were about to do the same for the rest of your honeymoon? 

“So, what’s the story?” he asked you with a shy smile. “Behind the orphanage? You seemed close with the director and the children. That kind of relationship must have been–” 

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” 

He seemed taken aback with your question. “W-what do you mean?” 

You set your iPad aside and motioned the empty space between the two of you. “Pretend that you like me just because you suddenly found out that I’m actually a nice person or something.” 

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. His ears turned slightly red in what you assumed to be embarrassment. “I-it wasn’t something sudden. And also, I am genuinely curious. What’s the backstory? Don’t tell me you’re using the orphanage as a front to avoid paying taxes.” 

You made a face, unimpressed. You then looked away, trying not to show any annoyance on your face and said with a resigning sigh, “My best friend came from that orphanage.” You paused, unsure as for why would you even tell Jaehyun this story. “She passed away a couple of years ago. Right after we finished our residency.” 

“...How did you two meet?” 

“We met in med school.” The answer came to you easily. “Doyoung introduced us and well, the rest is history.” 

You knew the look in Jaehyun’s eyes, which was a mixture of sadness and pity and conflict. He looked liked he wanted to give you a hug but at the same time, he also seemed like he wanted to ask you another question. You could probably guess that he probably wanted to know how she passed away. 

But that wasn’t something you could easily share with him. 

“Doyoung and I donate to the orphanage in her honour.” You tried to change the subject. “I try to visit once or twice a year to give them a small check-up. Doyoung does it too, apparently.” 

Jaehyun’s jaw slightly clenched at your words. There was some sort of tightness to his face that immediately melted away when he noticed the inquisitive look you were giving him as he fell silent. 

“You and Doyoung must be close, huh.” 

That statement made you pause a little. 

“Was that meant to be a question?” 

“No, just... you two seem to be close even though you two are exes.” 

You felt irritated by his words, for some odd reason. Who was he to talk about your relationships when he wasn’t even in a position to do so in the first place? 

“Are– Are you trying to imply something?” you asked with a scoff. “Because if we were to imply anything, I think you’re the one we should be concerned here. Because I wasn’t the one who was—still is—in a relationship when we got married.” 

The cat was out of the bag as you finally revealed your thoughts. You never voiced out your displeasure at the fact that Jaehyun was still seeing Chaeyoung behind your back due to the fact that you felt guilty at the beginning, for dragging him into this arranged marriage, but wasn’t cutting things off the least he could do if he actually respected you? 

But your pride, out of all things, actually prevented you from doing so. 

No matter your thoughts about the subject matter, you would never ask Jaehyun to cut his relationship with his girlfriend. 

Because to do so meant that you were admitting your feelings for him. And that was something that could never happen. 

“I’ll break things off with her,” Jaehyun blurted out of nowhere. “With Chaeyoung. I’ll break things off with her the second we’re back in Seoul.” 

You forced yourself to remain impassive. The most you allowed was just a slight widening of your eyes, followed by an obnoxiously loud chortle. 

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think you were someone with a sense of humour.” 

“I will!” he retorted. “What, you think I won’t?” 

You rolled your eyes. “What’s the catch?” 

“Huh?” Jaehyun replied dumbly. “What do you mean?” 

“Jaehyun, I’m not stupid,” you said with a sarcastic laugh. “Why on Earth would you break things off with your long-term girlfriend? Not to mention, everything we put each other through because of your relationship with her? So yeah, what’s the catch?” 

Was it so wrong of you to be cynical? 

For wanting to protect your feelings? 

“Give me some time.”

There it was. 

The catch. 

“Give me a year– No, five months. Give me five months to get over Chaeyoung. After five months, I’ll be a devoted husband to you and to you only. I promise that I’ll make this marriage work.” 

You couldn’t believe you were this close to fall for his sweet words. But wasn’t this a reasonable request? After all, he had to break up with someone he was in love with. 

But you couldn’t help but still be hurt by his words. Because he didn’t say that he was going to try and love you. He was doing this because he was married to you. Because he pitied you. Not because he was developing feelings for you.

“I’m sensing a but.” 

Jaehyun nodded and took a deep breath. 

“Cut all ties with Kim Doyoung.” 

Ah. 

There it was.

The real catch. 

← REASON #5 || MASTERLIST || REASON #7 →

[fuck-customers]

One of these days I'm gonna snap and tell this one lead to go fuck herself and probably punch her in the face.

She is always so rude and condescending for no reason. I personally have worked here long enough to not need to ask a whole lot of questions, but I've seen how she treats the new hires when they ask questions and it's extremely disrespectful.

They'll ask a question that sure, is obvious to those who've been working here for many years, but they've only been here a week or so, so it is not obvious to them, no one is born knowing every single one of Store Procedures so managers should be nicer to new hires. Especially since THEY hired them.

For example, this rude ass bitch will listen to a new kid ask a question like "hey I'm out of receipt paper, where do I get more?" Which, in their defense, is in an unlabeled drawer that looks exactly like 3 other drawers right next to it, so...I can understand how a new person wouldn't be able to immediately figure that out. And this rude ass how will be like "UMM...you should've been shown WHERE the paper is on your first day, you've been here A WEEK, you should know this by now." Which. 1. Is unnecessarily rude and 2. I've seen how pisspoor the management and training is here, I would safely bet the new hire was never shown where the paper is kept. And 3. The hours are so fucking shitty that I guarantee that even though the new hire was hired a week ago, they've only had 1-4 shifts max and it would not be unsurprising if they were unable to remember after having so much time in between shifts, IF they were even shown in the first place. Plus even if they worked a week straight, it's only one week and they're human and humans forget things sometimes. Chill.

She'll also make passive-aggressive comments about something an employee has done that was wrong (that most likely was an honest mistake) and instead of taking that coworker aside and talking to them privately, she'll make a passive-aggressive announcement over the radio (something like "just so WE ALL ARE ON THE SAME PAGE, we're not supposed to do [XYZ specific thing that coworker accidentally did wrong, and all other employeescan easily deduct who she's talking about, since there's only 1 employee per department]") so all the employees on the floor can hear, instead of just speaking to that individual employee privately.

But her disrespectful attitude does not stop at new hires. No. I've been here much, much longer than her (multiple years longer) and she's so fucking rude to me and other established employees as well.

For example, today, I worked an extended shift, so I had to take a lunch and our store manager told me that she was going to go do something and then she'll be back in a minute to cover my lunch, since I can't just leave my department unattended. So after 10 minutes of her not returning, I ask over radio if she wanted me to clock out for lunch now or wait a few more minutes for her to come back. And instead of just fucking saying "yeah I'll cover you" or simply just not responding considering I WASN'T TALKING TO HER, the fucking lead no one likes comes over to my department and starts grilling me because I was "supposed to already be clocked out ages ago. Why are you still here?" Yeah next time I'm just gonna fucking walk away and go on lunch without confirming that I have coverage. Fuck you.

I've talked to a few coworkers and apparently she's always rude and condescending when speaking to any employee, so I'm surprised she's even managed to last as long as she has (one month) because she's already made an immediate enemy out of every employee that's had the misfortune of interacting with her.

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[bewilderedbunny]

More line cook Eddie thoughts 🥞

(Thank you all for the love on part 1 💖 It means the world to me that people enjoyed it.)

This flirty fluff is just over 700 words, fem!reader although you could switch it from "his girl" to "his boy" or "his person" if you'd like!

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider (I needed some way to break up my erratic thoughts and I chose this honey one to match the breakfast theme)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Hey Eddie, can I please get a side of extra crispy bacon for this table?"

He frowns at you and looks around the kitchen dramatically, "Who's Eddie?" It takes you a second before you realize his game and reply, "Chef, can I please get a side of extra crispy bacon for this table?" A big toothy grin stretches across his face "Sweetheart, I'd give you the whole pig if you asked." As ridiculous as his joke is, it manages to give you butterflies.

Once the bacon is ready, you go to grab the plate from him and graze his hand with yours. You jump a bit at the sensation and he blushes and murmurs "You'd think I'd be used to touching hot stuff by now, wouldn't you?" he's such a dork.

One evening when it's especially slow, you're vacuuming the carpet. It's already spotless but you're just trying to find anything to keep yourself busy. Eddie is sitting on one of the stools, mindlessly twiddling with a toothpick. Once you make your way to where he's seated, he kicks out his foot in front of the vacuum. You look up at him, he's still focused on his toothpick and doesn't acknowledge your presence. You move out of the way and he does it again, still not acknowledging you as he tries desperately to hide his growing smirk. You turn off the vacuum.

"Do you need somethin', chef?"

He blushes the tiniest bit, still not looking at you.

"Nope, all good here sweetheart." He walks off to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a piece of toast.

You ignore him and continue working with your head down. You notice a line of crumbs in front of where you know you just barely vacuumed. When you look up, Eddie has his back to you as he makes a trail of breadcrumbs for you to vacuum.

You turn off the vacuum and ask him, "What are you doing?! Can't you see I'm trying to clean?"

"Honey I'm helping you! You were just vacuuming air." He still isn't looking at you. The fact that he's bothering you so much while simultaneously ignoring you is driving you crazy.

You roll your eyes and turn the vacuum back on. Once you do, he says something too quiet for you to hear since his back is still turned.

You turn off the appliance.

"What?" You ask

"Hmm? Don't know what you're talking about."

You turn the vacuum back on and he does it again.

"Eddie! Quit messing with me."

He finally turns to face you and crowds you. He's closer to you than he's ever been before and you're suddenly unable to make eye contact with him.

"I haven't even begun to mess with you, sugar."

One morning you are folding napkins and arranging silverware while sitting at the counter. Eddie sees you as he's walking by the kitchen window and smiles, he's over the moon that he gets to work with his girl today.

You glance up at him and give a smile and a wave. He gives you a little wave back and ducks out of view. He starts walking back and forth by the window, looking at you from the corner of his eye. When you finally look up, he starts doing that thing people do when they pretend they are going downstairs. You laugh at his silliness and he looks over at you. "Oh, I'm heading downstairs for a bit. You handle the fort while I'm gone, yeah?" You shake your head at him, covering your mouth to try and dampen your laughter. He comes back into view.

"Hey now, don't go hiding your giggles. Why else do you think I go around making an ass of myself if I didn't want to hear them?"

I mentioned to @greenishghostey in the reblogs for the last post that I love idea of you forgetting your lunch one day and Eddie grabs your order pad and pen and says, "Hi! I'm Eddie, I'll be your server today. Can I get you started with any drinks or appetizers? If you're ready to order, the chef recommends the hotcake special." he adds a silly little fancy accent to "hotcake special" because he is ridiculous.

Thank you for reading! 💕

[shouldiusemyname]

I have been sitting in my car for almost 10 days, but now I am ready, I am here.

THIS IS BOSTON!

What can I say? I am in love with this character. I have all my Boston eggs safely resting in my Boston Basket™ and I am here to chew your ears off about how I was right. Muhahahaha!

But seriously, Boston is finally understanding the importance of having a Nick in your life.

As I have already established in my previous manic Boston posts, Boston needs acceptance. Boston is a child in desperate need of boundaries. Furthermore, he needs to know that he will not be abandoned when crossing or pushing those boundaries. He is not getting that from his father, so he goes out looking for it outside.

This leads him to testing every boundary set by everyone he considers important. See, the more someone is of significance in our lives, the more we wish to test the boundaries of our relationship with them. We expect consequences, but we push because we know it is safe. We know we will not be banished for pushing a boundary, because we assume the love and trust we have with that person is unconditional. Those relationships are the spaces that allow us to grow and discover ourselves.

Boston is trying so hard, but he's stuck in a loop. He keeps pushing and hurting, but all he is getting from his friends is a push back. They are rolling the pain back onto him. Boston however, doesn't want the pain, he wants the acceptance. So, he disconnects to avoid the pain, and attacks back creating more pain and so on. He keeps doing the same thing and expecting a different result from his friends, but they are so far up their own asses (as 22 year olds usually are) that they don't have the emotional capacity to contain and understand him (also, objectively being a shitty friend is a bit of an issue here).

AND THEN CAME NICK

Oh my gawd that man is an angel. Nick is a genius and I will not be surprised to find out he is gifted.

He knows Boston so well, and he has been controlling him since their first interaction at the store. Nick understands how Boston works. He keeps giving him tiny rewards.

Nick first starts building trust by revealing embarrassing info about himself (the haircut/makeover story in the darkroom). Nick constantly keeps Boston on his toes by going left when Boston expects him to go right. Boston expects Nick to always want more than he is willing to give, but Nick keeps giving him an out.

Nick wants Boston to realize that having a relationship with Nick is what HE wants, and believe me he does.

Since the beginning, Boston has been coming back to Nick over and over again because Nick is giving him what he truly needs - acceptance.

Nick keeps confronting Boston with his BS but he never accuses. He's there to provide Boston with a mirror and say "look, this is who you are. Yes you have done some nasty things, but that's life." And that's where he stops. There is no hurt thrown back at Boston by Nick, because Nick is able to contain that pain.

Nick breaks the loop Boston is stuck in by choosing to react differently. Their final conversation this ep was the perfect example.

Nick asks a simple question taking genuine interest in Boston. However Boston, still deep in the loop processing his friends' reaction, snaps back.

At this point (Mark comes through with the face journey) it is so clearly shown as Nick absorbs the impact of Boston's attack, takes a deep breath, processes, and responds not with an attack or rejection but with understanding.

Only then does Boston feel safe to open up because he knows he will not be rejected or judged.

Nick is able to see that whatever shit Boston has done is only about Boston, not anyone else. Which is why he is able to do what all the others are unable to - step the fuck aside and realize this is not about them.

This is where Boston finally breaks. Nick has proven over and over again that he is there for him. He loves him unconditionally through all the BS. That's why he feels the need to say this:

That elusive "thing" that Boston was going back to over and over again? That "thing" that he was getting from Nick and not anyone else? That's unconditional love and acceptance.

Finally, to end this I just want to say one more thing people - if there's one thing to be gained from this show, it's the realization that we need more grace in our lives. So when someone's being a piece of shit, just step the fuck aside and understand that it's not about you. And then, if you have the capacity, ask them what they need to feel better about whatever it is that's going on in their life.

As always, thank you for visiting my tiny soapbox. And a special thank you to @plantsarepeopletoo and @rocketturtle4 for everything really 💜💜💜

[onlyancunin]

Hey guys,

a little update on my situation with my ex if anyone's interested. Gonna be a doozy, but there's just so much in my head right now and I know there might be some worrying about me.

Or maybe I'll just spark a bit of confidence in someone else ✨

You know how you get a pizza, all excited, try it, and it's not good? Like it was fine at first and hey, you were hungry, but with each bite it progressively got worse. Do you stopped after a piece or two or three. And just tossed out the rest.

But it was enough to give you a severe food poisoning. So you spend a good portion of the next however many days throwing up and not being able to meet with friends and family because you're too sick. And you're so frustrated, because the pizza wasn't even that good, and you didn't eat that much, but you're still unable to function??

So yeah, I got severe emotional poisoning from relationship with my ex. But after we broke up I got nowhere to go, and he agreed to continue living together, so that I can move out once I secure money for deposit and whatnot.

Never go for that.

Last Sunday ex threw another jealous fit at me, making me unable to work for another 2 days - and then he was off to holiday with his friends (which couldn't come quick enough, I literally counted hours for him to leave). That left me and severely poisoned, but also gave me opportunity to collect myself and regroup a little away from him.

3 days later I had a new place and just today I got the keys.

Coincidentally my post about him about two months ago sparked a friendship with someone from here (Tumblr is a country okay). She kept me together through all that and let me tell you this was fucking tantalizing. It's surreal how things can change in such a short time. Having her as a friend truly opened my eyes as to what a relationship is NOT, seeing how someone who was just a stranger a few months ago, today cared for me more than he ever did.

I gave myself up for scraps of attention and believed when everyone around was telling me he is "one of the good guys". He came from nice, big family, with stable finances, nice group of friends. A noble job, a paramedic, which always impressed my sorry graphic design/IT developer ass. Like the only thing I'm saving is oceans from existing with the amount of shit that's being produced partly by my designs. So it felt good to be supportive of the good person and finally have a family, since I do not have one of my own.

Which is probably why I took the break-up so badly, even if I initiated it. I felt incredibly guilty for letting everyone around down. Everyone loved him. And I mean everyone. The only thing I ever aired I discussed with people outside of our common friends, and those were the people who told me something doesn't add up. And as I started following my gut feeling (and had a speedrun to breakup by hurting my knee and needing help where my ex completely dropped the ball), he started acting up. Suddenly setting boundaries with his family was me being jealous over him even having one, I just couldn't understand apparently how I'll never be the most important to him. Me asking him to be here for me when I'm having a hard time was met with "You're having a hard time EVERY DAY!".

Essentially I just ruined his family visits, his vacation with my knee injury, his days with my bad moods etc. But he ruined one too many Sundays for me.

So here I am, packing my sh#t and planning what goes where because I know I will be thoroughly exhausted after all things are moved, so I need to plan ahead.

And I still throw up emotionally, sobbing every 10 minutes, I don't even know why anymore. I just cry until I stop and then I continue prepping for move.

It's just a bad pizza.

[alkalische]

I saw your Bagpipe redesign posts. I love your breakdown of her design and how you fixed it. There are so many cool characters in Arknights that then get depicted as Generic Skinny Anime Girls and it drives me bonkers. You and other artists on here are doing fantastic work and feeding us starving fans.

You mention Horn’s design throwing you out of immersion; big fucking same. I don’t know her backstory yet(not that far in the story) but she’s a soldier carrying around two giant shield/mortars/sword things(?). And they’re trying to tell us she’s not built like a brick shithouse??? I personally picture her sorta like @gothducky ‘s big buff butch depiction. And every time her character pops on screen I’m like “who are you???”. I didn’t even realize she didn’t have pants till seeing your redesign and it’s like WHY is she not wearing pants when fighting with fucking artillery shields….!!!!????

THANK YOU! It made me really happy to read that! I'm going to use your ask as an excuse to talk about character design issues i have in arknights so long post

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One of my only complaints about Arknights is how they'll introduce a character to be 'very big and strong and capable of pummeling your ass' and it is just noodlearms mcgee

(image: Hoshiguma, Nearl)

like i think BOTH of these designs are absolutely fantastic and are able to convey the character's personality very well, but i do Not. believe.

and hell yeah i love it when artists draw the women of arknights with the muscles they RIGHTFULLY deserve to have (big fan of @/dlartistanon's depiction of saria and nearl)

have this cropped saria i drew a while ago because buff women supremacy

Just a massive personal pet peeve is when, as i said in my bagpipe complaint post, the character is very 'tell, not show'. I think that no matter how interesting the character is in their files and in their story appearance, I'm still unable to connect with them if i'm unable to picture their design doing that.

It's especially egrigeous if the character is supposed to be wearing a uniform. I would actually have no problem with the 'thighs showing while fighting on a battlefield' IF. IF it's clear that that's supposed to be a casual outfit.

Like this is such an issue for me that i kind of zone out whenever a character comes up on the screen with a noticeably horny design (fuckin.. rockrock) because it's so distracting in a negative way

(Image: Rockrock)

I do Not know what the hell i'm supposed to tell from this design. I just know that i Do Not. like it and it makes me have little desire to learn more about the operator

In my opinion the designs in Victoria are very divisive because the good ones are very good (Bena, Shalem, Reed) and the 'bad' (more boring honestly) ones are very bad (Rockrock, Nightmare, whatever's going on in Skyfire's beach skin)

Sorry for rambling on and on i'm just very passionate about storytelling in character designs lmao