#maybe this weekend? im still tired as hell but im trying!

[doing-something-unholy]

Church bulletin, May 12.

Hello! Just a note to say sorry I haven't been very outgoing outside of Mass lately. I was afraid I was getting sick, but it seems to be clearing up! I'm still going to be taking it easy while this mild illness works its way out of my system, but things should return to normal soon.

-Father Lupine

Adrian's journal, May 12

God forgive me for lying, but I don't think my congregation needs to know why I've actually been so distant. "Mild illness", more like I've worked myself into such a state from panicking over the bishop's visit I ended up in another depressive episode too exhausted to do anything other than Mass for three weeks. And he stayed for what? A day?

Whatever, it seems to be improving. I miss everyone I've met, I miss having the energy to paint, I miss the sex to be honest

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— 10 the wedding [4.9k w]

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: cussing, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving) MDNI!!!!

AUTHORS NOTE: ITS FINALLY HEREEE, the turning point in the story hehe hope you all enjoy. likes and reblogs appreciated <3 HEAVY ON THE MDNI PLEASE

As you and Sunghoon step foot in Japan, excitement fills the air. You make your way to the hotel, the both of you in the back of a cab enjoying the scenic views of Osaka. light conversation flows between sunghoon and the cab driver while you lean your head against the window, trying your best not to fall asleep.

when you finally arrive at the hotel, you tiredly make your way to the back of the car to grab your suitcase, though sunghoon beats you to it, grabbing both yours and his, giving you a tired smile “i got it”. you reciprocate his smile and mutter a small thanks, admiring his gentlemanly gesture.

you both make your way to the check in at the lobby. “I only have one room available, double bed if that’s ok?” the receptionist tells you. you and sunghoon look at each other and he shrugs. “that’s fine, thank you” you take the room key and sunghoon leads the way, still pushing both of your suitcases towards your designated room.

sunghoon opens the door and as you both enter your eyes widen in realization. "maybe when she said double bed she meant one bed meant for two…” you state as you stare at the one bed. he looks at you “indeed there is one bed… i’ll take the couch” you look over to said couch, there was absolutely no way sunghoon’s large self was going to fit on the tiny little couch in the corner. hell you probably didn’t even fit.

“no we can share the bed it’s fine” you tell him, too tired to even think about the possible consequences of being so close in proximity to your “boyfriend” for the weekend. “are you sure? i’ll be fine on the couch” he furrows his brows, genuinely questioning whether you’re okay with it. “sunghoon im sorry but you do not fit on that tiny ass couch” he chuckles “ok, bed it is then”.

you both begin to settle in, going about your night routines. You shower first, doing your extensive skin care routine and changing into a more comfortable outfit. You have to admit your pajamas were a tiny bit skimpy and definitely not appropriate for your current situation but you didn’t think you’d be sharing a room, much less a bed.

when you’re done getting settled, you pull down the cover and climb in to the big white comfy bed. you hear the shower turn off, the bathroom door slightly ajar. curiosity takes over and you slightly peek through the door, catching sight in sunghoon in nothing but a white hotel towel wrapped around his waist. you stare at his large muscular form for a couple of seconds but look away once you feel the heat creeping up on your face. “get it together y/n” you mutter to yourself.

you place a pillow between you as a barrier. It's a cliché move, but it makes you feel more at ease. when sunghoon comes out of the bathroom dressed (thank god) he chuckles at the pillow in between your spots. he lifts the covers, pausing in his tracks once he sees what you’re wearing, a pink silky tank top and shorts that sends a shiver down his spine. he quickly pulls the covers over his body, shaking those not so innocent thoughts out of his head. you exchange a few words, wishing each other goodnight, before drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, as the sunlight gently streams into the room, you stir awake. you feel an unusual weight around your waist. confusion fills your mind, slightly lifting the covers only to realize sunghoon had complete disregarded the barrier and inched as close to you as possible during his sleep.

you turn your head to face him, he looks so peaceful and you can’t help but admire his perfectly sculpted face. his perfect bushy eyebrows, his long lashes, and the tiny moles that were so gracefully scattered in the most precise places. you quickly catch yourself in your own thoughts, carefully slipping out of sunghoon's embrace.

you head toward the bathroom, deciding to get ready for the day. today was the you had been dreading. jeno’s wedding. in all honesty you were more nervous about your situation with sunghoon rather than being in attendance at your first loves wedding. there’s just so many things that can go wrong. you just wish luck was on your side.

you finish your makeup, opting for a more natural, pinky look when you hear Sunghoon yawn. you peak your head out the bathroom and see him stretching, clearly unaware of how he held you during the night. "Morning, how’d you sleep?" he asks, his eyes still filled with sleep.

“pretty good, you?” “this bed is so fucking comfortable” he answers throwing himself back down, staring at the ceiling. “and you wanted to sleep on that fuckass couch” you laugh. “listen I am a gentleman and there was no way I was sharing the bed if you felt uncomfortable” “well i appreciate it, I also thought the bed was pretty fucking comfortable” you both laugh and he begins to pull the covers off his body so he can join you in getting ready for the day.

“any plans before the wedding?” he approaches the sink, grabbing his toothbrush. “uh I was thinking of going to the beach… if you wanna tag along” you avoid contact, trying to avoid how domestic this all feels. “yeah maybe we can grab lunch at that little restaurant we saw yesterday” he asks still in the process of brushing his teeth. “sounds good to me”.

after your plans are set in place, he stares at you for what feels forever. it makes you nervous “w-what?”, “i kinda need to change, would you mind… getting out?” “OH YEAH sorry, i’ll be over there… waiting… take your time” you quickly leave the restroom and miss the way he smiles at your actions.

you take advantage of the little time you have alone and change into an outfit more suitable for the beach. you opt for a lovely two piece with a white top and matching skirt. you’re in the middle of pulling up your hair into a half up half down style when sunghoon comes out of the bathroom wearing a white button up, the sleeves rolled up showing off his impressive forearms, and black pants. Sunghoon was amongst the small population of men who actually had a sense of fashion.

you glance back at him through the mirror, quickly looking away when your eyes meet. he found the way you were so nervous around him so fucking cute. you had always been so outspoken and outgoing so seeing you slowly fall apart at his presence was something he liked a lot more than he should. “ready to go?” he asks once he shakes all those thoughts off. “yeah” you reply while gathering your stuff into your cute shoulder bag, and out the door you were.

•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

You both decide to take a walk along the beach, enjoying the sun and the sound of crashing waves. As you lay on your towel, soaking in the warmth, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Sunghoon sat next to you, his camera in hand, capturing the beauty of the ocean and the clear blue sky.

"can I take a picture of you?" Sunghoon asked, his eyes soft and warm.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you nodded, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. Sunghoon snapped a few shots, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than necessary. It all felt so domestic, so intimate, and you hated how much you liked it.

After spending some time at the beach, you and Sunghoon decided to grab lunch at a nearby restaurant. As you waited for your food, you engaged in light conversation, talking about anything and everything.

"Are you nervous about Jenos' wedding?" Sunghoon asked, his eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Not really. I'm more nervous about our little scheme and it getting back to Heeseung somehow."

Sunghoon chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "don't worry, he won’t find out. And if it helps, I'm not nervous at all."

His words sent a flutter of warmth through your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. Sunghoon was always so charming, so effortlessly smooth, and it made your head spin.

As you and Sunghoon were engrossed in your conversation, a waitress approached your table, checking in to see if everything was okay. She smiled warmly at the two of you before her eyes lingered a little longer than necessary, a knowing look in her gaze.

"You two make such a cute couple," the waitress commented, causing you to sputter in surprise.

"Oh, we're not together," you quickly clarified, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over you.

The waitress raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Well, you should be. You both would look great together."

Sunghoon glanced at you with a small smirk before turning back to the waitress. "Well, thank you," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat, a mix of embarrassment and flustered emotions swirling inside you. Sunghoon thought it was cute, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at his reaction.

The rest of the meal passed in a haze of laughter and stolen glances, the memory of the waitress's comment lingering in the air between you and Sunghoon. And as you left the restaurant, you walked side by side back to the hotel in a comfortable silence, the both of you mentally preparing for the act you’ll have to put on later.

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back at the hotel, you stepped out of the bathroom, ready for Jenos' wedding, Sunghoon couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration at the sight of you. The black dress with a floral pattern hugged your curves in all the right places, the open back and off-the-shoulder design adding a touch of elegance to your ensemble. Your hair was styled beautifully, and your makeup was done to perfection, enhancing your natural beauty.

Sunghoon had seen the dress on you before, after all he’s the once who bought it for you when you went shopping for the occasion, but with your hair and makeup all done up, it was like seeing you in a whole new light. It was hard not to admire how the dress accentuated your body and how soft your skin looked. He had to remind himself that his best friend would not appreciate him ogling his little sister.

"You look stunning," Sunghoon complimented, his gaze lingering on you.

You blushed, a shy smile gracing your lips. "Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself," you returned the compliment.

Sunghoon was dressed in a three-piece suit, but he had opted to leave the button-up shirt behind, wearing only a leather vest under his blazer, which showed off his chest and his fancy Tiffany necklace. He thanked you for the compliment, his eyes soft and warm.

As you both got ready to head out for the wedding, Sunghoon brought up the plan, wanting to make sure you were completely okay with it and didn't want to back out before it was too late. You reassured him that everything was fine and that you were comfortable with him by your side.

The car ride to the wedding was filled with a whirlwind of emotions and feelings for you. You tried to prepare yourself for what was to come, knowing that the night ahead would bring about a mix of nostalgia, longing, and perhaps even a hint of uncertainty. But with Sunghoon by your side, you felt a sense of calm and reassurance that helped ease your nerves.

you and sunghoon approached the wedding venue, the tension in the air was palpable. Sunghoon immediately sprang into action, going around the car to open the door for you. His hand extended to help you out of the car, and before you knew it, his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. You could feel the heat of his touch through your dress, and his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Are you ready?"

The intimacy of the moment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but be surprised by Sunghoon's commitment to the act. You replied with a soft, "More ready than I'll ever be," feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement building in the pit of your stomach.

As you entered the venue, you were greeted by the sight of beautiful decor and flowers adorning every inch of the room. Sunghoon's large hand remained firmly on your waist, guiding you through the crowd with ease. He seemed to be the most comfortable and relaxed, his confidence shining through in his actions.

When it came time to take your seats, you were unsure of where to sit, on the groom's side or the bride's side. Sunghoon made the decision, choosing to sit on the bride's side. You couldn't help but wonder if his choice was strategic, positioning you both in a way that Jeno could see you. whether that was the case or not, you didn't mind one bit.

As you settled into your seats, Sunghoon gave you a warm smile and took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and placing them on his lap. His eyes locked with yours, and you felt a rush of heat spread through you. You tried to focus on the decor and the guests in their best attire, but Sunghoon's presence was impossible to ignore.

You couldn't help but wonder if Sunghoon had previous experience in fake dating or if he had been preparing diligently for this moment. His ease and confidence in the situation left you both impressed and slightly flustered.

Your attention was soon drawn to the end of the aisle, where Jeno, your first and only love, began to make his way down. He greeted the guests, his eyes finding yours and then narrowing slightly as he saw Sunghoon sitting next to you, hand in hand. He seemed a bit confused. he dated you for years and was no stranger to the fact that heeseung was very protective over you. he found it a little strange that he’d be ok with his best friend dating you out of all people, but he had more important things to focus on as he made his way to the altar to marry the love of his life.

The ceremony began, and Jeno stood at the altar, surrounded by a variety of beautiful flowers, waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. The weight of the situation settled on you, and you reminisce on your past relationship. thinking about how this could’ve been your wedding and you would’ve been the one walking down the isle in a beautiful white dress, marrying the love of your life.

music filled the air, signaling the bride's entrance, all the guests stood up in anticipation. The bride looked radiant in her white gown, gracefully making her way down the aisle, her eyes locked on Jeno. He looked so in love, looking at his wife to be the way he once looked at you. a pang of nostalgia hit you square in the chest. Sunghoon noticed your reaction and lightly squeezed your hand, offering a silent comfort.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon whispered, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, just a little caught off guard," you replied, trying to push aside the wave of emotions.

The ceremony proceeded swiftly, with the exchange of vows and rings, culminating in the couple sealing their marriage with a kiss. You felt genuinely happy for Jeno, despite the past that lay between you. You knew that one day, you would also experience the joy of finding true love and sharing your life with someone special.

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After the ceremony, the guests moved to the cocktail hour, where friends and family mingled and caught up. Jeno and his wife made their way over to you and Sunghoon, and Jeno greeted you warmly, thanking you for coming. Sunghoon instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist as you exchanged pleasantries.

"Y/N! Long time no see. Thanks for coming," Jeno said with a smile.

"Yeah, thanks for the invite, and congratulations," you replied, trying to keep your composure.

you turn to sunghoon, introducing him "this is Sunghoon, my boyfriend," you added, gesturing the tall man.

Jeno shook Sunghoon's hand firmly. "Of course, how could I forget, Heeseung's best friend right?" Jeno said.

Sunghoon forced a smile. "that’s right. thanks for inviting us. congratulations”

“this is Karina, my wife” jeno introduces, “hi!! thank you so much for coming!” her bubbly personality and happiness doesn’t fail to radiate from her.

“so when did you two get together?” jeno asks, his tone full of curiosity. “um we-“ perhaps you should discussed this with sunghoon ahead of time. “-about six months ago, we always knew we had feelings for each other but of course heeseung was the reason we couldn’t act on it, but we’ve been happy, right, baby?” he presses his lips against your cheek and pulls away with a smile.

the pet name and the kiss, it was all too much and the shiver you felt down your spine at his words was one you wanted to feel over and over again. “yeah, it was hard in the beginning but i wouldn’t change anything about it” you reply looking over at sunghoon who’s gaze was already fixed on you.

“you two are such a cute couple! i expect an invite to your wedding too” karina says to both of you, effortlessly joining the conversation.

"Of course, whenever the day comes," you replied, feeling slightly flustered.

your conversation was short lived as the couple was whisked away by the photographer. you let out a deep breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding in. you turn to sunghoon once again, "Do you think they bought it?" you whispered.

"Yeah, but loosen up a bit. You're too nervous," Sunghoon advised, giving you a reassuring smile.

Taking his advice, you both took a sip of the champagne being served, letting the tension of the evening melt away as you embraced the role you were playing.

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As the night progressed, you and Sunghoon mingled with the other guests, engaging in light conversations and enjoying the festivities. At one point, you excused yourself to touch up your lip gloss in the bathroom. When you emerged, you caught sight of one of the bridesmaids practically throwing herself at Sunghoon. jealousy surged through you, even though you knew he wasn't your real boyfriend. Blaming it on the alcohol coursing through your veins, you mustered up a boldness you didn't know you had and walked over to them.

"I'm back, baby," you said, pressing your lips to his in a light peck. Sunghoon was clearly caught off guard by your sudden display of affection.

"Who's this?" you asked, taking Sunghoon's arm and throwing it over your shoulder.

"I'm Winter," the bridesmaid responded with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well, Winter, thanks for keeping my boyfriend company, but I'm back now. You can leave," you said, your tone direct and firm.

Winter rolled her eyes at you, turning to Sunghoon and giving him a flirty smile as she handed him a tiny piece of paper. "Call me if you get bored," she said with a wink before striding away.

You were clearly pissed off, snatching the paper from Sunghoon and crumpling it in your hand. "Fucking bitch," you muttered under your breath.

"What was that all about?" Sunghoon asked, confusion evident in his expression.

"Sorry, I think I'm a little drunk," you replied, trying to brush off the incident.

Sunghoon teased you about being jealous and playing into the role a little too well. However, in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling of the tingling sensation on his lips from the unexpected kiss. He grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing server, gulping it down in one sip, trying to distract himself from the swirling emotions that had been stirred up by the encounter. Sunghoon realized he was in trouble, and the evening was far from over.

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when you both had enough, you made your way back to the hotel, you and Sunghoon both lost count of how many drinks you had. The alcohol had blurred your senses, making everything feel a bit hazy and carefree.

"You look so sexy tonight," you whispered to Sunghoon, your inhibitions loosened by the effects of the drinks. "I'd be lying if you calling me 'baby' didn't turn me on."

Sunghoon's moral compass tried to reason with him, warning him that giving in to your advances might lead to regret in the morning. But the fog of alcohol clouded his judgment, and his desires began to outweigh his reservations.

"Yeah?" Sunghoon replied, his voice laced with a hint of desire.

“mhm” You scooted closer to him, cradling his face in your hands, the tension between you palpable. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation until finally, you both leaned in and shared a kiss. The moment was filled with a mix of longing and intoxication, the chemistry between you undeniable.

As the car pulled up to the hotel, you both hurriedly exited, continuing your intimate moment as you made your way to the elevator. The air between you was charged with electricity, your hearts racing with anticipation.

Once inside the elevator, the confined space only heightened the intensity of the moment. You and Sunghoon couldn't resist each other, and your make-out session continued, growing more heated with each passing moment.

When you finally reached your room, Sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pressing kisses against your neck as you fumbled with the door, his growing length pressing against your backside. The desire between you was undeniable, and the night held the promise of passion and forbidden desires that neither of you could resist.

when you finally manage to get the door open, sunghoon eagerly urges you inside, closeing the door behind him as you turn around, pressing your lips to his once again, in a sloppy kiss.

sunghoon wasted no time in taking control of your body. He kissed you hungrily running his hands over your curves as he explored every inch of you. you moaned with pleasure as sunghoon’s fingers found their way to the zipper on the back of your dress. he pauses in his actions, looking at you through your hooded eyes, silently asking for permission to take off your dress, you nod and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck," sunghoon muttered under his breath, clearly enjoying himself. "You're so fucking hot." he lets out praises as he gently throws you on the bed, climbing on top.

you couldn't believe what was happening. you’d always been attracted to sunghoon, but you never thought it’d get to the point where the two of you were so desperate and needy for each others touch.

you push off his blazer, your fingers beginning to fumble with the buttons on the leather vest he had underneath. he grew impatient taking matters into his own hands and taking it off in record time. you pull him back down by his neck, pressing your lips to his once again.

his lips continue to trail down the valley of your breasts, soft moans coming out of you involuntarily. he uncalsps your bra expertly, engulfing your tit in his big hand, taking the other the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. tiny gasps escape your lips, his attention diverting to you other breast.

he begins peppering kisses all the way down your body, feeling that heat pooling in your lower tummy as he gets closer and closer to where you need him most.

he teases you, leaving wet kisses on your thighs and right above the seam of your cute black lace panties. “h-hoonie don’t tease p-please” you manage to get out and fuck does that nickname make him even harder. “tell me what you want baby” he tells you in a whisper, looking up to find your eyes. “want your tongue” you tell him in response, eyes fill with lust and desire.

“yeah? my baby wants me to eat her pretty pussy?” his words make you let out a moan “fuck yes hoonie, n-ned your tongue”. without another word his fingers loop under the band of your panties, tugging them off in one smooth motion.

“fuck pretty you’re so wet for me” his tongue darted out, like a stripe up your slit, making you moan with pleasure, he savors the taste “knew you’d taste so fucking good” and with another lick, he’s plunging his tongue in your wet hole. your back arches and your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging, “yes hoonie, right there, keep going”.

his lips work their way up to the little bundle of nerves, sucking on your clit. he inserts his long finger, and then another, the combination make you see stars. “s-shit hoon im close” you moan out. at your words, he adds a third finger, stretching you open getting rougher with the way he was plunging his digits inside your wet cunt.

“cum for me pretty, let me hear you”.

a couple more pumps and you were coming undone on his fingers, letting out a pornographic moan. despite your orgasm washing over you, sunghoon continues to lick at your cunt, beginning to overstimulate you. as much as you love his tongue, you need to have his cock in your mouth.

you pull him by his shoulders, signaling for him to come up. he hovers over your body, pulling his lips to yours, you taste yourself on his tongue, his chin messy with your juices.

you use all your weight to flip him over, taking him by surprise as you straddle him. you kiss his lips once again, trailing down his neck and his muscular toned body. he’d been hiding these abs this whole time??? you quickly work on getting his pants off, pushing both his pants and boxers down in one go.

his thick, long cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen. you take it in your hand, wrapping it around his length while holding eye contact. he lets out a shuddery breath “s-shit baby, you don’t have to”. already knowing what you were planning to do.

you giving him an innocent look that drives him crazy, “it’s ok, i want to”. you stroke him a couple times before leaning down to lick his pink mushroom tip. a glob of salvia leaves your lips, mixing with his pre cum, coating his thick shaft.

he lets out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut and his arm going behind his head, meanwhile his other hand tangles through your hair, his grip somehow making you even hornier.

without warning, you take him into your warm mouth. swallowing his length and stroking what didn’t fit with your hand.

the sight was one he never thought he’d ever be seeing. the pleasure was all too much for him.

“fuck baby, you’re doing so good f’me”

you sucked and stroked sunghoon’s cock, your mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to the brink of orgasm. sunghoon’s breathing grew shallow and quick, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked your mouth.

Just as sunghoon was about to cum, you pulled back, a smile on your face. you stood up, pressing your body against his, grinding your hips against his.

"not yet," you whispered in his ear. "I want you to come while i ride you”

climbing onto his lap, he almost came insistently at your words and lustful voice. “i need you inside me”

sunghoon grunted with pleasure as you grabbed him, aligning him with your entrance. you slid down his cock, your pussy tightening around him. He couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the feeling of your wet heat against his erection.

"Fuck, you feel good," he moaned, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust upward.

you gasped with each stroke, your body trembling with pleasure. you had never felt anything like this before, and you were loving every minute of it. “you’re s-so big”

"keep riding me like that baby," Sunghoon groaned, gripping you ass "I don't want to cum yet."

you followed his instructions, bouncing up and down on his cock as he continued to thrust upward. you could feel his cock growing thicker with each stroke, and you couldn't wait for him cum

"shit, you’re so fucking tight" Sunghoon grunted, losing control. “i’m so close baby, cum with me”

“i’m cumming” you shuddered with pleasure. “where do you want me to cum pretty?” “inside hoonie, n-need you inside, m’on the pill” within seconds you felt the warm liquid coating your walls.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Sunghoon breathed as he leaned up to kiss you.

you reciprocate his kiss, pulling his softening cock out of you as you collapse onto the bed next to him.

his arms instinctively wrap around you, his lips showering you in small neck kisses. the both of you too tired and in a haze to do any after care, the exhaustion kicks in and you both drift off to sleep, a mess of tangled limbs under the white covers.

you both didn’t know what you were in for the next morning, too caught up in the pleasure to realize that you’ve just made the biggest mistake.

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[hyuukais]

Waiting

Finally, after many busy weeks, you’d be getting to see your boyfriend again. Beomgyu was coming home for an entire weekend. However, you were still stuck at the worst part of his return, the waiting.

word count: 1.5k

genres: beomgyu x streamer!reader, slice of life, fluff, insinuations of angst

warnings: language, mentions of executive dysfunction, reader plays zelda specifically botw because i do not have totk 👎👎👎👎

author: FINALLY SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY !! hopefully i will have more content coming soon im just in a major slump atm 😔 also shoutout to @ssunnae & @bobariki sunny and rue thank you both so so much for beta-reading this !!

The colorful LEDs shift along the floorboards, currently a fog of purple misting the floor. Trickles of soft mood music set the low-light room into its sleepy atmosphere. Two large monitors illuminate your face in blue light, aided by a small ring light situated to your left. Amid the calm, an underwhelming rage slowly fizzles up in your throat.

“Oh come on; not right now, please!” The sudden battle music picking up in your headphones sends you into a panic as an enemy health bar appears at the top of the screen. Rain crashes on Link, lightning streaking across in pixels. Your fingers smash around frantically, trying to run away as the Lynel begins to draw its bow.

“Please please please please, don’t-” Unable to draw a weapon or get away, a hard strike lighting descends on the character. The hearts filling the top left of the screen go dark.

“God-fuck!” Red light blinds your eyes with the large “Game Over” fading onto the screen. Your head slams down onto the desk, the top of it all that’s left in view of the camera. The long-winded groan that leaves you is still picked up well by your mic. Chat messages fly fast along your monitor; many expressing their simple sympathy for your defeat, others instead laughing at the situation.

Slowly drawing yourself back up, you catch on the monitor displaying the stream and take a moment to look at everything. “Man…I know I said today was only gonna be Zelda but…this is already the 7th time I’ve died.” Your words trail into a whining laugh. More comments flood the chat. Some call out your terrible playing, some suggest other ideas for the rest of the stream, and many are just extremely off-topic.

“I’m not usually this bad! I don’t know what’s happening to me.” You were out of it today, unfocused, and part of you knew why. “I guess…I dunno, I think I’m just tired!”

This space-y feeling had been following you all day. It was the sort of distance your brain felt when experiencing executive dysfunction. Stuck in a loop of boredom; waiting for something, anything. Struggling to do anything, but still wanting to. Oftentimes, it was hard to discern a particular reason for the feeling, maybe burnout or simply worms in your brain. Today, however, you could easily guess the reason. Today, there was something to wait for. After more than a few weeks apart, Beomgyu would finally be coming over.

You and your boyfriend were both busy people; both public figures in your own right. Although, his schedule as an idol was arguably stricter than yours as a streamer. Between the end of the North America leg of the tour, preparing for their Japanese comeback, and the new single, you hadn’t seen Beomgyu face-to-face in close to a month. It was like spending a month in hell. A month without having his hands in yours, body wrapped in your arms, lips painting your skin, heartbeat beneath your fingers; the reminders that he was real and he was all yours. So, now that you’ll finally get him all to yourself for a whole weekend, your brain was searching for any way to skip to having him back in your arms. Hence, why Link has died more than five times by your incompetence.

“Maybe-uh-why don’t we switch gears? Maybe Zelda was a bad idea.” Considering your head space, streaming today in general may not have been the best of your ideas; you still felt bad for skimping out on a regularly scheduled stream. You also kind of hoped streaming would give you some distraction from sitting by the front door like a puppy.

You click around, filling the screen up with your face as you exit the game. “Hmm…what about…animal crossing? Minecraft? Thoughts, chat?”

You watched message after message fly by, all varying that you don’t actually reach a consensus with them.

“I think…hmm…” You watch a moment more, “Okay, I think we’re gonna do Minecraft.”

Once again, your face cam is moved to the corner as your PC feed takes up the stream. The ambient music takes over for your voice, filling up the silence as things load. Grass blocks and wood load in first before the sudden appearance of buildings. You spawn near a small farm you last left off building.

This wasn’t the world you usually streamed from; preferring the action a survival world provided for content. Actually, this was a world you’d created and built with Gyu, and some of the other members much after you invited them. Although, your audience didn’t need to know any of that. “I’m just going to stick to creative this time, chat. Something…calmer, y’know.”

Soon enough, you find yourself sinking into a rhythm with the music. You keep working on the farm you left unfinished, fixing it up with the build of a greenhouse. Little commentary is provided; small tidbits here and there as you casually speak to yourself. Humming to the music at times and finding some focus on small tasks.

Your headspace shifting from inattentive to hyper-fixated, you’re not particularly tuned into any noise besides what’s pumping in your head. Perhaps that’s why you don’t notice the usual creak of the hallway floorboards or the awful squeaking of your office door. You don’t even see all of the chat messages taking note of those very things. Rarely looking away from the game, there’s no note in your mind of the torso slowly creeping up behind your chair; head just out of camera view, hands sneaking up to your headset.

It’s sudden, the relieving of pressure against your ears, the disappearance of your soft tunes, the realization that there is a person in your home and they are standing behind you.

Your scream is shrill and unending. The whiplash from how fast your turn around would have your head spinning if not for the new pumps of adrenaline coursing through you.

There, standing behind you, wearing the stupidest little cocky smile, is the cause of all your problems. Beomgyu was smart enough to keep his face just outside of the camera, hiding his identity from any viewers. Still, with pretty much the rest of him in frame, this is the largest glimpse your audience has ever gotten of your boyfriend. The chat reacts accordingly to such a realization.

You scramble around to mute your microphone and cover your camera; cutting off your connection as more and more chat messages fly faster along the screen. Nothing else matters though, as you spin your chair around to face the man looking down at you. He’s smiling still, eyes crinkled up and lips split wide. The way you leap at him sends him stumbling back.

Beomgyu’s hands come to cradle your back as you take him in your arms; feel him, his heat, his breath, the shake in his chest when he chuckles. His head settles upon yours. You squeeze his middle tighter and tighter and take in the depth of his scent. Head pressed against his chest, his heart beats softly in your ear.

“That…” You pull yourself away to get a look at his face, “was mean.”

He laughs as you slap at his arm; languorously boisterous, infectious with the happiness of his simple presence. A smile breaches your cheeks, soon enough, as well. Beomgyu’s hands tickle along your waist; keep you close, skin touching skin.

“It was a surprise.”

“More like a jumpscare!”

“Same difference.” His breath brushing your skin all this time finally comes ever closer. Douses you in his everything. A sweet peck on your lips, interrupted by a smile and a whisper. “I missed you.”

The fire of his words floods the pit of your stomach. His lips were barely pulled away from yours and yet that was too far. Your hands cupping his cheeks, pull him closer, filling your space with his. Breaths mingling with heavy words.

“I missed you, too.” You bring his mouth to yours; sway in his presence and feeling. Almost pulling away before more. “So much.”

Head tilted back, chest pressed into his, lips meeting in reverie. Beomgyu’s arms encase your waist; your fingers twirl in his hair. So soft, delicate, fluffy—so like him. Such is the kiss. Deep and sweet, nothing further than adoration. It’s intoxicating sugar; he’s delicious and addicting. His taste sticks to your lips as they leave his. Eyes still fluttered shut, taking in the disappearing feeling.

“I…have to finish off my stream.” You can barely stand to push him away, losing the soft brush of his thumb beneath the hem of your shirt, “You get yourself situated and I’ll be right there.”

The pout on his lips is nothing short of goading after losing your kiss. Still, he responds, although not without an eye roll. “Okay, but if you’re not done in 10 minutes, I get to choose the movie tonight!”

He plants a quick peck on your cheek before leaving you in the office. You have to laugh at how proud he is of that challenge as if you weren’t going to let him pick anyways. Though now, you may just have to get your own bit of payback and not leave him waiting.

© HYUUKAIS 2023

[lookingfts]

I love this new AU!!!! You’re such a talent writer. Im a sucker for angst. Maybe we could see Anthony getting jealous of Kate saying she has date ??

​​Thank you! I love jealous Anthony - let's do it.

*sexy snippet below*

I want to see you tonight.

Kate felt that familiar flutter in her stomach and in her core at the words. It was truly irritating, how quickly her body responded to the slightest attention from Anthony. When she had signed up to be a sugar baby, she was under the distinct impression that she would have the control.

Not that she was upset about how good the sex had turned out to be. Just that she didn’t think she should be so addicted to it. Craving Anthony was dangerous when all of this was only ever going to be a temporary arrangement.

That reminder doused cold water on the part of her that wanted to cave and say yes. Always. Every single fucking time.

I can’t, sorry, she typed with unsteady hands. We didn’t have plans tonight, and I’m going out.

Going out where?

Kate let out a frustrated breath. She needed to finish getting ready - she should just ignore him. He had no say in what she did outside of their time together, and he knew that.

And yet she could never let him have the last word, for some reason. I have a date. I’ll come by tomorrow, like we agreed.

Anthony didn’t respond, and Kate wasn’t sure what to make of the swooping feeling in her stomach. Did she want him to fight her on it? What the hell did she want from him, anyway?

Tossing her phone on the bed, she dug through her dresser drawer. Sam was a perfectly nice, attractive guy who had run into her at a coffee shop and asked her to dinner. There was nothing in her contract with Anthony that said they were exclusive, and Kate thought an evening with someone else might help shake off this strange grip Anthony had on her. Bring her back to the real world before she got lost in Anthony’s fantasy existence of luxury cars and huge homes and hedonistic weekends away.

She hadn’t even planned to tell him about it, but he asked, and she didn’t see the purpose of lying to him. Anthony might have been paying her, but he certainly didn’t own her.

Kate tugged on a modest bra and knickers set - she wasn’t expecting anything physical to happen tonight, but of course, she wasn’t opposed if it felt right.

A little voice in her head whispered It won’t feel as good. Nothing will.

She shoved it away.

After zipping up her purple minidress, Kate slipped into a pair of gold heels and matching earrings. Her hair was curled into loose waves, black liner rimming her eyes, and she had just finished applying gloss to her lips when there was a knock on the door. 

Without even looking, she knew who it would be. Sam didn’t know where she lived, and her family would have called first.

Kate was already furious when she threw the door open, Anthony standing there still in his work clothes, looking tired and a little haggard. “I told you I’m busy.”

His eyes went dangerously dark as he looked her up and down, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, I know. You have a date,” Anthony said, putting venom behind the word.

“And you came to try and stop me?”

“No.” His brows furrowed, like he was surprised by the accusation. “I don’t think I can stop you from doing anything.”

She faltered slightly. Anthony had a way of always turning her perception of him on its head, a constant puzzle that she hadn’t even begun to solve. “Then why-.”

“I told you. I just wanted to see you.” In two steps, he was in front of her, grabbing Kate’s waist and tugging her against him. Instinctively, she melted into his arms, breathing heavily as he buried his face in her neck. “When are you supposed to meet him?”

“In half an hour,” she said, almost a moan as he kissed a path along her throat. “Anthony.”

“I won’t stop you from going on your date.” He walked her into the living room, until her legs hit the back of the sofa. “But you’ll have me dripping out of you.”

The breath was knocked from her lungs when Anthony spun her around and bent her over the sofa, her fingers curling into the cushions for stability. She knew this was insane, knew she could say the word and he would stop, but she made no move to halt the madness. Anthony groaned deep in his throat as he rucked her dress up over her arse and stripped down her knickers, leaving Kate to eagerly kick them off.

Two fingers slipped into her mouth as Anthony pushed into her, a little slower than he usually did when there was more foreplay involved. Kate whimpered at the stretch, her hair falling in a curtain around her face as he eased into her, playing with her clit to help them both along. There was something filthy about it - Sam was heading to the restaurant to meet her while she let another man hold her down and fuck her.

Once he was hilted inside her, Anthony gripped her hips bruisingly hard and pulled her back against him, rough, deep thrusts that did something good for her soul. He didn’t feel controlled, meticulous, calculating the way he often did. He was frayed, full of jagged energy and verging on desperate.

Kate got her bearings and slammed back against him, shattered cries leaving her lips as he invaded every part of her. Ensuring she would feel him between her legs with every step she took. Anthony’s guttural grunts on each thrust were making her brain fuzzy, a primal connection taking hold of them both.

His fingers were still on her clit, demanding little circles until it was all too much and Kate whined, coming hard on his cock. Anthony draped himself over her back, groaning against her skin as his warm release filled her.

They lay there for a long moment, panting, trembling with the aftershocks. “Close your legs,” Anthony ordered, gently pulling out of her, and Kate found herself complying without a thought. 

She turned around, finally meeting his eyes. He looked wrecked, and Kate stared up at him, brushing her hand through his hair. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

Anthony sighed heavily, something she had learned meant he was not okay in the slightest. “I just needed that,” he said instead of answering her question, pulling her into his arms again and kissing her head. “Thank you.”

As he held her in silence, Kate knew she had a choice. To kick him out and meet Sam and follow wherever that path might lead. Or to choose Anthony, even if at the end of it all, he wouldn’t choose her back.

“I can stay,” she whispered. It wasn’t really a choice. Or maybe it was one she had already made. “If you want me to.”

He sighed. “Kate-.”

“Ask me. Ask me and I won’t go.”

There was an aching stretch of silence, Anthony tense against her, a debate raging in his mind. Kate wondered if he would push her away, if she would offer herself up and be rejected and go on the date with Sam knowing that it wasn’t where she really wanted or needed to be.

“Don’t go,” he said tentatively. For as commanding as he was at work and in bed, Kate wondered how often he really asked for what he wanted. She had told him her answer already, and yet he didn’t seem to trust it. “Stay with me tonight.”

Kate nodded, running her hand over his back. “I’ll stay.”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

so i saw you were bored. and i have some fun gossip that i dealt with earlier this months. I recently changed friend groups bc my old one fell apart and so its me and like 7 other girls and save some drama we were mostly fine. anyways, there's this guy who I really liked and he was a horrible person to have a crush on bc he's just like not a good person and doesn'tmake good decisions, but for some reason I did, and I told my friends abt him and one of them knew him bc the 3 of us were close this year. I knew he didn't like me, because he has a girlfriend. and at that point im like i can get over him but we're still going to be friends and it was good. but then my friend, (call her e), started snapping him. and im like okay she wont do anything. WRONG. i get a text from him the day after my exams and was like yo e is trying to hook up with me. and this is the fun part, she knew i still liked him bc we talked about it over the weekend, AND while he never told her he had a gf (bad decision ik on his part) she knew from me that he had one. and i was livid and she was also sending him compromising photos?? so anyways i was pissed off and she was saying in this chat how shes so nice and yadda yadda and i was so pissed and im like e be so fr you're trying to get with the guy i like. and left the chat. not the best decision but whatever. and so she had the AUDACITY TO GO AND TELL F (the guy i liked) THAT I WAS UPSET THEY WERE TALKING. and so i had to text him explain the situation and be like yeah i like you. WHICH WAS HORRIBLE. and meanwhile shes trying to convince me that she did it all for me and maybe she was but it went HORRIBLY wrong. and shes like i would never do that to you and im like girl wtf. and i have texts between her and our one friend and shes like yea F is so hot i really want him and my friend was like back off and shes like yeah ik but its okay bc she knows he doesn't like her. THAT WAS HER JUSTIFICATION. i swear. anyways she ruined my friendship with that guy and i lwk am so tired of her bc shes like crazy for that and has no respect bc apparently this isn't the first time shes done smth like that. so yeah, i've barely talked to her and thats that.

That was so telenovela...

Girl, if I was you, I would've punched her already. Like, what the hell? She knew you liked the guy! Ugh-no! I just can't-! AND THE FACT SHE TOLD HIM! AND THAT'S NOT A JUSTIFICATION! She shouldn't even have one, that's just not justificable. Yeah, absolutely not.

Glad you kept your distance, don't even look or talk at her, you by your side, she by hers. That's it. Anywho- Take care, anon.

[physicallyherementallykissingmen]

in advance,,, sorry,,, thought I would write some thoughts I had about my oc and arthur out. again sorry, so cringe, so sorry, so so so sorry. IM SORRY OKAY. IM SORRY. god damn you soren for saying I should post this.

cw for implied(?) self harm, canon typical violence, murder, kinda gore, past child abuse, arthur shelby sr. is a bitch, animal death? idk, everyone is unhappy, not just my character, ptsd too? it’s not said but incredibly obvious, no beta read we die like john, also cringe :(

THIS IS SO BAD I AM SO SORRY

thinking about parker always having the feeling that arthur wasn’t built or cut out to kill. even in the war he could see how his fingers shook around the trigger of his gun, he would stay up until morning hearing him sob as quietly as possible from the cot next to him. the few times he’d try to offer comfort to him at the late hours of the night (or early hours of the morning) he’d play it off as a nightmare or something, getting out of his ‘sleepy’ state as slowly as possible to give arthur time to regain his composure. he’d play coy as he offered him a cigarette and a light. they’d talk of anything but the hell they were currently in. parker would wait arthur out some nights, as tired as he was he would will himself to stay up by occupying himself with a newspaper he’d picked up while passing through a town or burning ash into his skin as he ‘accidentally’ lost grip of his cigarette , at least until arthur finally fell back asleep.

even in birmingham when word was spread of how arthur murdered a young boxer in the ring, parker knew it wasn’t a killing of pride or ego. parker knew what had happened because whatever god who had let this happened knew that he’d done the same.

he still doesn’t know where he was, he barely knew who he was when it happened. all he knows is that he was down some dark alleyway, being followed a few paces behind by some drunken man who claimed parker had pickpocketed him. he did of course, but he wasn’t and still isn’t one to admit when he’s in the wrong. when the man caught up to him, yelling swears and insults at him, parker had remembered the distinct sound of a pistol reloading from behind him. And for the first time since the war (maybe even adolescence) he remembered what it felt like to go into a blind rage.

it was just as it sounded. he couldn’t make out much of what he was seeing at all, just some light from a nearby lamppost illuminating the alley.

as much as he didn’t remember what he saw, it only heightened every other sense. he heard every hit he landed on this random man who had the misfortune on catching him on such a night as this one. he heard the sounds only become more wet and dank the more he wailed on him. he felt his hands covered in blood, the unmistakable smell of iron burned into his nostrils.

he wasn’t sure when he pulled the pocket knife strapped to his ankle out, but he knew he was too far gone to stop.

when he looks back on it during quiet moments of the day, he knows the man didn’t want much from him other than his wallet back. but in that alleyway he knew that the man was going to kill him. so of course he had to kill him. as he lays in bed at night, especially while arthur is still out, not laying beside him, he knows killing him was an understatement. when he found his bearings after he’d tired himself out to the point he could no longer inflinct any sort of damage to the man who was no longer moving or making an sound below him, his vision returned to him. the mental image of the man’s face and neck still makes him refuse meals to this day.

that night validated that arthur wasn’t killing to kill in the ring that night. he killed out of fear for his life.

parker’s sneaking suspicion that arthur wasn’t made to kill was only confirmed by a drunken tommy at the garrison one weekend. parker wasn’t sure how they’d gotten on the topic of arthur, but tommy confided in the blinder before him. he told him of how he remembered the first time their father took arthur hunting for rabbits as a young boy. he remembered how arthur returned home. his older brothers bloodshot eyes and red nose unnoticeable by the fact he was beaten black and blue. he’d heard it from his mother before arthur could pull himself together well enough to say what happened before bursting into tears again. while on the hunting trip, arthur begged and pleaded with his father not to kill the rabbit they caught.

tommy added on that about two years back, arthur made an offhand comment that for begging his father not to put a bullet in the rabbit’s head, he was the one who had to.

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ITS BAD IM SORRY.

also sorry arthur......

not putting tags, don’t want anyone to know this exists.

[namuneulbo]

week seventy-two

ill tell u some highlights and then a longer conclusion of this weekend.

- won music quiz! free cider!

- restarted animal crossing!

- messaged walmart gerard again, hoping hell see it TT

went to umeå to write the swedish scholastic aptitude test. the travelling was so tiring TT i drove to the port (w mom ofc, i dont have my license yet) and we arrived just in time bc the check-in ended at 16:15 and we got there 16:16 and they were luckily nice enough to let me check in TT i did surprisingly well considering i tend to get anxious on ferries lol

like, 25 minutes before we were arriving to the port in sweden, i went to the info desk to ask ab how the buses worked and stuff and the guy there said i had to book it three hours before... i got so nervous ab not getting back but i ended up just waiting w everyone for the bus later and the bus driver allowed me to just buy a ticket right on the bus so ferry person lied to me.

anyways, i was just very happy i got to go on but once we arrived in umeå i still had quite a long walk from the bus stop to my hotel but thankfully it was more central than i thought it would be bc i was prepared to sob from being alone in the dark in some weird alleys or something. i arrived and the hotel was actually really nice and my nose started to bleed like a minute after walking into my room lol ALSO my room was on the highest floor, floor seven??? thats kinda epic.

slept horribly and my neighbours being incredibly loud did not help at all. i woke up a bunch of time as well bc i was terrified of sleeping through my alarm. i didnt get to have proper breakfast either bc breakfast opened at 7:30 and i had to leave at 7:40.

five tests ! math - math - swe/eng - math - swe/eng. i was surprised i didnt absolutely die. one of the assistants were cute and they were the one to like always hand out papers on my side of the room.

after having done all the tests on no proper food i walked back to the hotel, ordered max and just relaxed until i went to bed at like,, 22:00. i slept a littleeee better this time but still horribly. i usually sleep so well at hotels but i think it was just the circumstances, yk, being scared of not waking up in time and missing the test and the bus to the port.

i also matched w a kurtis conner lookalike but they have not messaged me since last night and im gonna sob they were the one fr (apart from walmart gerard he will always be The 1 4 me). we talked ab tattoos bc i messaged them first, complimenting their patchwork sleeves and they jokingly replied w “thanks! i like yours too!” (for context, i do not have any tattoos). i asked them what their fav tattoo of theirs were and they were like “idc, i really like all of them but maybe the one on my stomach” and i was like “ooo what do u have on ur stomach?” and they just... never replied. i am truly so sad, they were so cute.

today is sunday, as it always is when im writing these posts. i got up 30 minutes before my alarm rang and got ready to go down for breakfast. had scrambled eggs, pancakes, bread and half a banana. i forgot to take juice and the  scrambled eggs tasted ass. went back up to my room and did my makeup. my eyeliner turned out flawless on the first try on BOTH SIDES. i slayed putting on lipstick as well. right now im on the ferry. i had the same mozzarella sandwich i did on the way here and had pepsi max w it again too. i did actually look for some chocolate at the shop but they had no good stuff that wasnt ridiculously expensive.

sotw: the smiths - that joke isnt funny anymore

[confidencebreedsbeauty]

2119 By:Dacey Harris

Chapter1: pinch poke you own me a coke

It has been a century since covid 19. I have heard many stories from my grandmother how it was one of the worst virus ever to appear. It was much worse than the flu. There were gas, power, food,water shortages. Gas was used to power cars and other machinery. " Could you imagine standing outside of your car to refuel it ?" Sounds like a problem if you ask me. Since Elon Musk became president things became even more interesting and complicated. Everything went from gasoline to electric he even discovered new planets!  We finally invented Voyage 3, then he put V3 on a newly discovered planet . He's even built an amazing new space station ("more advanced than the old ISS if you ask me ".)  The new ISS2 , or the Axiom is supposed next level futuristic. President said "gravity will be there, attached is a luxury condo!" First condo in space ! Trust me I know what you're thinking  " sounds cool , right?"

Ever since Biden got in office everything went down hill from there. But like everyone says time heals all wounds. Your also wondering if trump got reelected? He did, and the time he was given in office was very successful. The fight with Russia and Ukraine had subsided and created a treaty. It was also the year Covid19 dissipated. Everything else since then has been great. But covid19 came back! Stronger and deadlier then before. "So you mean to tell me you was there for covid19?"Implied the little girl. Dean sighs and takes a deep breathe  "yes indeed, it's a time we will all never forget." And here's how it all began..... "I was 17 years old I was a senior in high school...."

"Dean?"....."Dean?"......"DEAN ANDERSON"!!!!! Dean woke up in a fret.

"Huh, the answer is 62". he mumbled. The class bust out with laughter.

"Dean, this is the third time this week falling asleep in class? What's going on?" Mrs. Johnson said worriedly.

"Nothing, just been busy that is all."

"Okay, just please don't let it happen again and gets some rest tonight"

"Yes ma'am"

"Okay back to what I was saying, we have a school science fair coming up, I hope you all have found a partner and decided what your doing this year....

"DRRRRIIINNNG" "Class don't forget to turn in what your project is for the science fair so I can approve it and your partners, You all have a great afternoon see y'all Monday!"

"Dean!!, wait up man." As he rustled his books together he catches up to speed with Dean.

"Have you come with anything we can do for the science fair?" He implied.

"Trevor, have you came up with thought to leave me the hell alone." "Look sorry man I'm exhausted, I been up all night." "Im still trying to figure out what we can do, we will figure out over the weekend."

Trevor smirked "it's okay, I be tired too if I was thinking about Veronica all night."he replied as he nudged Dean.

"I wasn't thinking about Veronica all night!!!, I was thinking about how... how....

"Ah cat got your tongue?"

"No!!.... FINE!!, maybe I was,I can't help she has beautiful brown hair and brown eyes." She's just perfect."

"I knew it", why don't you go and try to. Talk to her?" Trevor puts his books in his locker and closes it.

"Heyyyy what's cracka-lackin losers?"

"Ahh Evelyn, I need your opinion on something?"

"What you got?"

"Don't you think Dean should just suck up his fears and go talk to Veronica? ,What's your opinions about her?" Evelyn crosses her arms and looks at Dean then finds Veronica at her locker. She pans back to Trevor.

"I think she's a know it all and is an entitled brat."

"Cmon Evelyn be nice she's not all that bad."Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay, has she ever came up to you and talked to you and not pretended your invisible?"

"Well yeah?!" Dean said sarcastically.

"She told me this one time to Borrow my mechanical pencil!"

Trevor and Evelyn looked at each other.

"That doesn't count" they both implied.

"PINCH POKE YOU OWE ME A COKE!!" Yelled Evelyn.

"Y'all are crazy, Veronica is gonna be mine someday, I may even ask her to prom!"

"As if, you can barely hold a conversation with her about a pencil let alone talk to her about going to prom?" Sighed Evelyn. Dean closes his locker.

"We should probably go we need to catch the bus before they leave, Trevor you still coming over tonight?"

"Yeah man, got to do a few chores before I can leave tho."

"Alright, text me." "Come on Evelyn if we don't go now we're gonna miss the bus."

"Waiting on you hotshot."

Me and Trevor have always been the best of friends since kindergarten. Just the two of us. Well was the two of us till Evelyn came along. Now it's three of us and that's how it's been for the past 11 years. After school we all mostly go on bike rides and explore. One day we were out exploring and we found a tree house, And that was the birth of our new hangout spot. Now everyday after school that's where we meet, hangout and chill. All three of us is into science. Love science! To be exact we love outer space. It's mostly what we do on our free time, gazing through the telescope looking at the stars. We also have high tech equipment, don't ask how we got it, just know we have it. We love tracking asteroids, and even search for rogue planets, black holes, dark matter Etc. in hopes that we could make our own discovery one day. But this one night in particular was only the start of what was about to come.

"Evelyn!!!...Trevor!!! You got to come look at this!!!"

"What does this mean?" She inquired.

"What in the hell!" Shouted Trevor

"I don't know what it means but we're going to figure it out."

[hobisstar]

You Mean The World To Me

| HII! this is a 3rd part to You Are Coming To Smackdown One Way Or Another. i havent had the energy to write so please bare with me.

Tag List: @broken-lunatic @windhamsrotunda @itjazzbicch @lalaooopsie @starwithaheart @pitlissa22 @ti777any

this is pretty short but HEY LOL AT LEAST ITS OUT

warnings: cheating, mentions of cheating, roman being a dick, swear words. roman trying to guilt trip. ROMAN IS AN ASS IN HERE SO YOUR WARNING IS RIGHT HERE!

it’s the new year! Y/N is womens champion on RAW after she beat Becky at Day 1.

Roman was happy but still felt as if the same could’ve happened at smackdown. he wants his girl closer, he misses her but to be truly honest he hasn’t been the best boyfriend either.

he’s been avoiding her and of course Y/N being even more stubborn she avoided him back. she doesn’t understand him anymore, it’s been months since the draft and Roman still can’t understand that she isn’t leaving RAW.

Current day, Y/N has been hanging with Becky and Rollins a lot more lately on raw. Roman hasn’t spoken to her and she isn’t going to force him. she sees this as the last straw of the relationship and maybe they’ve just out grown eachother.

It was the weekend and she usually practices at this time of day but something besides roman has been bothering her. the rumors.

rumor has it Roman has been sleeping around with someone since she has left Smackdown. she’s not aware of who but people say it’s Sasha or Charlotte. she had enough of hearing about it so after practice she was definitely going to see if this rumor had any source to it.

“alright! you did good today same time sunday and we can get you up to date before Rumble.” y/n nodded to her trainer and got her things together to go back to her shared apartment with roman.

walking outside she saw roman’s truck outside her practice gym and sighed. “great he’s here.” she mumbled. she looks around and saw roman kissing sasha.

as much as she wished the rumors weren’t true that right there just proved everything. as soon as she looked away she saw Roman look directly in her direction and started opening the door. “ Y/N- princess wait-“ he said getting out the door. he got to her in time and tried to stop her from getting inside her car.

“roman, if i were you i’d get your cheating hands off my fucking car.” she looked at him with anger. “No, we need to talk.” he said and opened the back seat and pushed her in soon sliding in.

“ WE? Since when was this relationship even an two way? you’ve never included me in shit since the draft and now i see why.

you’ve been putting your cock in other bitches while i work my ass off to keep a smile on your face. if you are going to cheat dont do some dumb shit in broad fucking daylight.”

y/n was livid. she’s had enough of roman’s bullshit and it was time he finally got her true feelings on what she really felt.

“ Y/N, she kissed me first. i swear to you i never touched her before that. you have all the right to be pissed at me and want me out of your sight. i understand but-“

“ it’s always a but with you Roman! But what about me. But what about our future of running the company together. but i need you. but i love you.

but i miss you. but but but! i’m tired of all the lies you’ve told to me. i don’t give a damn if you haven’t touched her before then. i saw you kissing her NOW! we are done.

i thought maybe we could work it out but the way you just did that oh that was like god slapping a fat yes on my forehead. you’ve been doing whatever since when? Last year roman! last fucking year. i’m done get the hell out my car and never show your damn face again.” she got up out the back seat and went around to open his side of the car. she needed him out before she said anything else.

“ fine, fine. i deserve that.” he got up. “ But im telling you this now that i’m not leaving you. i can’t bare having to actually loose you completely. Baby girl, you are my world. the step mother to my kids, they love you. I love you! you can’t just walk out on us. please y/n..” he said standing infront of her.

she never answered and won’t. “ Fine you wont answer. Cool, Great.” he said walking away going to his truck. Y/N without hesitation closed the door and got in the front seat driving off instantly. Roman sat there in disbelief. are they officially over? did he really let his love of his life walk out on him and his family? “ No No, Roman you got this. you need her. she needs time to think about everything. give her space and time to thin- smh space literally what i’ve been doing since october. she stuck by me even when i wanted to drag her to smackdown so i can have my lover near by, and i throw it away because of temptation? what type of ass am i?” he leaned back in the driver’s seat and sighed trying to keep the tears from running.

it was over. they were over. of course here was the next big step, getting her things out the apartment without roman being near to talk her ear off.

Monday would do but she has work so she would have to either go today or tomorrow.

“shit” she mumbled sighing loudly. she started her car and pulled off going in the direction of the shared apartment. Y/N was aware the kids weren’t home they were with roman’s mother this weekend.

once she pulled up she got out and went straight for the door. Yeah, Roman wasn’t there but she knew he would be back soon. She went up to the room and started packing her belongings. Slowly but at good speed.

She was so busy packing she didn’t hear roman’s car pull up or him opening the door or walking up the stairs. “Babygirl? We really need to talk..” he said which snapped her focus back to reality. His voice made her jump a little but nothing to make her scream.

“Roman Reigns we have nothing to talk about. You… You are the worst person ever. The fact that i was gonna really try to come see you this week and that is how i see you in after what months? i have nothing more that i want to say to you” Y/N looked at him then tried to get back to packing but he closed the closet door and stood in front of it.

“ Babe… i know what everything might’ve look like but i promise i want no one but you. Y/N L/N i want you and only one. My babies love you and that makes me love, want and need you even more. i’m not in the right mind without you baby and you know that. i fucked up big time and if i could i’d erase that mistake. just please, please don’t leave me, or the kids” Roman got on his knees and grabbed her hand.

“Roman, I….

to be continued…

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

HI MY LITTLE BABIES I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER AND THATS BECAUSE LIFE JUST KICKED ME IN THE ASS HARSHLY FOR AWHILE BUT I GOT MY LIFE TOGETHER AND NOW IM BETTER THAN EVER BABYYYYYY!!!!

[aruuq]

Texting your boyfriend at 3AM when drunk – Tokrev boys scenarios

characters: mikey, inupi [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, maybe a bit angsty in mikey’s part, shorts, scenarios

word count: 1.2k

notes: sorry for not posting for a few weeks. i’ve had a lot to do since i moved across continents plus my old laptop died plus i started working. also i hope it doesn’t bother you, dear anon, that i made scenarios out of your reqs and not smaus. i’ve just never done smaus and i felt more comfortable doing these short writings. i also apologize for not answering at your request but i accidentaly deleted it but fortunately enough i have a screenshot of it! i think i’ll do part two of these scenarios with more characters in the future, cause writing this was fun! 

warnings: alcohol obvs, being drunk, dumb messages, pet names, if you see anything i should also put in here, lemme know

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Mikey sighs as he plops his tired body onto fluffy sheets of his bed. It’s been a busy night for the members of Toman, and all Manjiro wants right now is a long relaxing nap. However, the moment he connects his phone to the charger, which battery died earlier this night, a series of loud notifications attack his ears. Mikey groans as he grasps onto his phone to check who has had the audacity to spam him like this only to see tons of messages from you.

Bunny: hey honey, do you have plans for tonight?

Bunny: i’m bored, sorry for texting agsin, just wanted to make sure that maybe you just weren’t in a room when i sent my message, and you will hear the motif of this oneeee

Bunny: after i sent the precious message i realised that if you had time you would check your phone anywans and answer me lol sorry for this

Bunny: previous*

Bunny: you know what? since it’s weekend and i don’t have anything to do, i will go and buy myself a beer. if you read my messages, you can come and drink with me

Bunny: four cans of beer* it was cheaper this way

Bunny: also if im not mistaken, i saw your friend at the shop, the one with glasses. he said hi but i wasn’t sure if it was him so i ignored him

Bunny: kay, uf you want to cme, renember to bring your alcohol, cause theres no beer ledt

Bunny: if* come* remmeber* left*

Bunny: remember*

Bunny: i just drnk ghis vodks u biught mr lst timee

Bunny: imiss uou :((

Bunny: yoi*

Bunny: um heafing ovet!!!

Bunny: okau byt waalking to upur houde whrn drnk wss suchag reat isea, itd so brautifl!

Bunny: why arnt u snwerin my xalls? :(((*(

Bunny: bsby

Bunny: the lofe of ny lide

Bunny: swer mw “:(

Bunny: ru msd at mr>

Bunny: bunubn :(

Bunny: ithnk in losr

Mikey blinks a few times while scrolling through your messages with his thumb mindlessly, when finally something clicks in his head, and he realizes the seriousness of the situation. You are drunk. In the middle of the night. And you got lost somewhere on your way to his house. Manjiro curses at his stupidity, because how the hell could he let something like this happen. He jumps off the bed, and quickly puts on his flip-flops, while trying to call you.

“C’mon, Y/N, answer my call,” he murmurs, leaving his house with a flashlight in his hand. “You were so eager to talk to me, so answer. your fucking. phone.” His teeth are clenched. He’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself. And he’s worried and scared. “Fuck!” Mikey almost throws his phone away when he hears your voice but it happens only to be automatic voicemail. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Mikey starts running towards your house, still trying to call you, but without any results. For a moment he feels scared that somebody could have kidnapped you. But lucky enough for him, the moment he enters your street, he is able to see your silhouette, all curled up under the front gate of your house.

“Y/N!” Mikey shouts, speeding up his run. “Y/N!” he drops to his knees next to you and embraces your body close to his chest. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“Hu-uh? Bun-bun?” You mutter, trying to look up at him. “I think I lost my phone when I tried to visit you. I also lost my keys,” you babble drunkenly, while you clench onto his shirt. Mikey pulls back a little to look at your face, then cups your cheeks in his palms, squishing them tightly.

“Never, ever do this again, okay?”

Seishu “Inupi” Inui

A sudden blue light hits Inupi’s squinted eyes, way too bright for his liking, making his eyelids to narrow even more, as he checks the notification. Next to the symbol of a speech bubble is your name with a few colorful hearts next to it. The boy looks at the hour. It’s 3AM. And it’s Wednesday, the middle of the week. Wrinkles of confusion appear on his forehead. You should be long asleep, since you should have work tomorrow, unless you haven’t told him about taking a day off or something like this. Still, the fact that you text him out of the blue in the middle of the night feels concerning for him. As he feels that negative thoughts that something wrong may have happened to you are starting to flood into his mind, he decides to simply check your message.

Y/N💜💙💖: heh baby iwabted osay tgst i Ilobr tpuuu❤️❤️

Inupi blinks one, two, and five times before he reads your message one more time. Usually when you text him, there aren’t a lot of mistakes in the text. Maybe sometimes there’s a typo or two, or there’s not enough commas, but something like this? He knows that there’s only one explanation for this situation, but he doesn’t want to believe it. You must be drunk. Unless you have suddenly started to sleepwalk, but still, even then you would have spelled more correctly. Inupi decides to text you back. “Are you drunk?”

Before receiving your message, the boy felt sluggish. But after this he knows he won’t be able to find sleep until he makes sure of what is happening. Inupi taps his phone case nervously, waiting for your response.

Y/N💜💙💖: cime to me andfnidout if uoure this curioys ;p

They’re drunk, he thinks. Before Seishu answers you, he quickly checks if there are any buses or trains running at this late hour, since you live far from him. He clicks his tongue, when a big “No Connections Available” pops out. He needs to know if you are safe and the whole world seems to make it difficult for him for fun. “Are you home?” He’s sure that it’ll take some time for you to answer, so he quickly checks the amount of money in his wallet – he knows he will have to refuel on his way to your house. Not a single yen. Inupi curses under his nose and starts analyzing if it’s better for him to borrow money from his parents or try to find a group of kids outside and borrow it from them.

Y/N💜💙💖: whu u askibg? Uu wamma🤡 see ne so bsd> ;))

The poor boy sighs, and texts you back. “Yeah, sure. Just tell me where should I go to see you, baby.” Inupi swiftly puts a jacket onto his shoulders, and checks if he has everything he needs in his pockets. His phone rings one more time.

Y/N💜💙💖: m im my bsckyarrd

He texts you a quick “coming, don’t go anywhere” before leaving his room with a mission of borrowing money from his dad’s wallet. Hopefully both his parents are asleep, ‘cause he doesn’t have time to explain to them why he needs to ride somewhere on his bike at this hour. He doesn’t need any more troubles, a long night awaits him. He also needs patience for bearing with your hungover ass in the morning when he will have to encourage you to explain to your boss why you can’t show up at work.

[prettyboykatsuki]

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comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld  ;; bakugo and kirishima 

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au 

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall. 

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them. 

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i. bakugo katsuki 

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual. 

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good. 

- not so much the same for you though. 

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times. 

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night. 

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else. 

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes. 

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in. 

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares. 

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning 

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing. 

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon” 

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard. 

- “when was the last time you slept,” 

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes. 

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know” 

- “Y/N” 

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,” 

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put. 

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency. 

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder. 

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired. 

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours. 

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?” 

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired. 

- “yeah.. i know,” 

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest. 

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too” 

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him. 

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ii. kirishima eijirou 

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep! 

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself. 

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho. 

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him. 

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep. 

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later. 

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him. 

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do. 

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much. 

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks. 

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress. 

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks. 

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways. 

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way. 

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant. 

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention. 

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?” 

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful. 

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,” 

- “well then.. what’s wrong?” 

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice? 

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches. 

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?” 

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep. 

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?” 

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans” 

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight. 

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together” 

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place. 

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face. 

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few” 

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @bidet-and-legolas @atremendousstrawberrycollection @otaculo @selenophiliaxx

Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

[naturallytom]

Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader, alternative part)

a/n: me? writing? unheard of. jk im tryin to get back into the groove!! this is an alternate version to Mending a Broken Heart, so some parts are the same and some I’ve edited or added some things! hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating

please reblog/leave feedback!!

picture not mine!

You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

-

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. You also moved out of the house you once called home. Not only was it too painful to go home to an empty house, but it was too painful to go home to a house that held so many happy and loving memories. You took the necessities along with some things you wanted with you and set yourself up in a hotel room for the time being. You treated it as a vacation. Except only a few people knew where you were. Your family knew, along with your friends, including Harrison, on the condition he didn’t tell Tom where you were. You started making time for yourself in your little hotel room and you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of work, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

When Tom pulled up to his former house with flowers in his car and a pit of nerves in his stomach, he expected to see your car in the driveway and at least one light to be on. He was greeted with an empty driveway and a dark house, which confused him. It was the weekend, so you weren’t work. Maybe you had to run an errand? 

But after 20 minutes, he gave up hope that you were home and tried to call you, which to no surprise, you didn’t pick up again. He instead called Harrison in an effort to try and find out if he knew where you were. 

“What do you want?” Harrison answered, half concentrating on what Tom was about to say and half concentrating on the game in front of him. 

“Do, uh, do you know where y/n is?” Tom asked, taking Harrison by surprise. 

“y/n?” Harrison paused the game, suddenly not able to concentrate on it. “Why d’you want to know where y/n is?”

“I just want to talk to her.” He mumbled. 

“If I knew that’s where you were going I wouldn’t have let you go.” Harrison sighed. “Listen she made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you-” 

“Please Harrison? You’ve seen how much of a mess I’ve been. I just want to see if I have a shot.” Tom begged, making his friend cave. 

“Fine but if she moves again I won’t be telling you shit.”  

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book, getting some relaxation in before your week began when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Looking out the peephole, you froze at the sight that greeted you. Tom was standing outside your door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his nose and the tips of his ears red from the harsh winter air. 

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Harrison. I begged him to tell me.” He answered. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered. “What do you want?”

“Can..Can I come in?” He asked. 

You wanted to say no, that he could say what he wanted to say outside or just not let him speak at all. But you wanted to be courteous to the other people on your floor and part of you was curious as to what he was going to say. So you wordlessly opened the door slightly, letting him in and closing the door behind him. 

“Now what do you want?”

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“I don’t want your flowers. Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“You’re speaking already.” You answered, gesturing for him to continue nonetheless. 

“I- How have you been? I stopped by the house-”

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the lack of love in your voice, but especially your eyes. Your eyes, which once held so much love and adoration for him were now full of anger and resentment. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in that big fucking house that was haunted by you. I couldn’t stand it.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“Why’d you get a hotel room?” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I told you. I hated being in that house. Hated being surrounded by the happy pictures and memories of us.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your hotel, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your hotel, he walked you up to the door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. You had gone back to the house every now and then, to slowly acclimate yourself to being back in the once happy house, only fully moving back when Tom moved back as well. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off, making your heart race instead of hurt at the sight of the happy memories. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.” 

Your moment was interrupted by Harrison, who entered the kitchen, smiling at his two best friends happily in love once again. 

“Aren’t you so glad I told him where you were staying?” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Harrison.” You smiled. As your eyes flickered between Tom and Harrison, though, you knew you wouldn’t have been in this position if Harrison didn’t spill the beans to Tom. 

“Hey Haz?” You called, as Harrison went to leave the kitchen in fake offense. He turned at the sound of his name, knowing what was coming. 

“Thank you.” Tom nodded in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist. 

Harrison just smiled even bigger, all three of you knowing everything would be okay from now on.

[nesswritings]

im tired, but ummm....professor akaashi...virgin killer and abuses his power (cw)

prettiest professor in the entire english department, most likely the entire university, maybe even the entire world. any student would be a sucker not to fall for him, and most students take the class for how pretty he is how he teaches english

akaashi has had plenty of students try and confess their crushes. male students who insisted they were straight, a plethora of female students, and everyone in between. hell, even other professors had tried it, but he was good at turning down any offers. he sees no point in dating or messing with anyone with personal connections

but he always had a special place in his heart for the freshmen, for the ones who stood out from the crowded lecture halls and interacted with him. the ones who would speak to him, even if there was a stutter and typically an announcement of how pretty he was

shy awkward freshmen, who didn't know much of the adjustment to university and life. several awkward encounters with him later and he would help to sort them out. office hours were for anything, and few came

but you were like all the other freshmen, except picked out by his eye and that incessant need for him to bother you. you weren't like other classmates who almost demanded his attention. no, you were sweet, frozen whenever you spoke to him, almost a nervous little bug. but, things would change

it took time to coax you out to him, but by midterms, you were different. still sweet and freezing, but more willing to approach him. he could see your eyes lingering on him, whether as his lithe fingers flipped the page or how he peered from over the top of his glasses. there was admiration both ways, and he wouldn't let that end

but, you needed help in english, and he was your professor. one you might have had a stupidly huge crush on, but he encouraged you to stop by at the end of office hours. 'extra tutoring and work time' he had explained. but you barely noticed the lift from his usual tone, thanking him and heading off.

akaashi is no stranger to how you watch his fingers, even as he works over grading papers. he can only redirect your focus so many times to your own work, the sternness finally breaking down. he finds it better to leave a hand on your thigh, noting the way your fingers pause on the keyboard. bingo

he's a great professor, he knows that much, and it's reinforced every time you show up to office hours. his hand on your thigh, fingers working over the fat carefully, pretending like he can't hear your breath hitch or the way your muscles tensed

akaashi got bolder every day, letting his fingers dip under that skirt, letting the pads massage the tensed up muscles, letting them run over the fabric of your panties on your hip. anything he could do to get you begging, to get you dying for a better taste

and you broke easy, akaashi found. plus, he believed you were far better behaved during those office hours when he had you near his side, his fingers working in and out of your tight pussy. your laptop screen adn the novel was the only thing to hide your face from the upperclassmen he taught that stopped by. but, he most enjoys when the hours officially end, when you can forgo the restraint as he nearly fucks you senseless on his fingers

"I'll see you tomorrow, Professor!"

"Have a good evening." Akaashi's fingers slowed movements ever so slightly, yet never leaving your cunt. You knew you'd make a mess all over the chair like you had on previous days, your cum a reminder of what you allowed your professor to do. But getting drunk off his fingers was what you wanted, and you believed him when he said that it would make you a far better writer. The shaking in your thighs became more intense as his fingers worked faster, the door finally shut to give you two the alone time you craved. "Professor, I'm gonna cum again."

It was always a whine from you, but Akaashi could put it all together. He was the first to ever do this to you, and he'd be the first to fuck you as well. His fingers hit that spongey spot once more, feeling your walls tighten around him. You always looked cute getting fucked out on his fingers, and he enjoyed the way your tight pussy stretched to accommodate them. Nearly every day you were in here, but you were still tight. "You can cum over my fingers. It's a learning experience, after all."

The exhaustion was finally settling in, your toes curling as yet another orgasm rocked through you. There was a spare change of underwear in your bag for when you'd leave, but that was it. With how hard he had gone today, you were sure that your skirt would sport a wet spot as well. Your head lolled onto his shoulder, your cunt spasming around the fingers that didn't stop. "'S too much, Professor."

Too much his ass, but Akaashi kept his neutral face, his eyes on your hole as he pulled his fingers out. Slick and cum stuck to his fingers, a whine falling from your mouth as well. But, if you wanted to be a whore for him, then he'd make you one.

"Professor, what are you doing?" It came out in a whisper, but you let Akaashi move your body, thankful the desk would support you. The cool air hit your ass as your skirt was flipped up, trying to ignore the clank of his belt and the sound of his zipper. "I thought we couldn't here..."

"Changed my mind." Late enough for his colleagues to be gone, and it was hard to resist how greedy your pussy was. His fingers were hardly enough, slacks opened enough so he could fish his cock out. Akaashi gave it a few lazy strokes, letting the head press against your clit before moving it to your cunt. More spasms around nothing, but that was what he expected, pushing in slowly. His cleaner hand rested on your hip, the other forcing his cum-coated fingers into your mouth. His movement was slow until he bottomed out, his hips flush against the plush of your ass. "Keep sucking, so I can be a good professor and teach your hungry cunt what it needs to know about taking cock. We'll start slow, but do expect to spend your weekend resting." And working on that mess of a paper, but that could be done later, Akaashi more interested in the moan he got from his experimental thrust. Sure, most of his students were rejects from his affection, but there were special ones like you that he didn't mind taking under his wing.

[mellohidisc]

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I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.

But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.

Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.

I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.

sex havers and y/n.

fucking idiots, all five of them.

looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.

"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.

"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.

"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.

"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.

"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."

"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."

"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.

dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.

my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.

"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.

"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.

before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.

"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.

"yes karl?" george asked innocently.

"SCREW YOU!"

the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.

oh dear god...

anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.

i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.

"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.

"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.

"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."

george groaned in protest.

"why-"

"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.

I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.

yet he proved me wrong.

being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.

"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.

"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"

"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."

I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.

"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.

"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.

"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.

Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.

"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.

the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.

"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."

"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.

the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

"what! why are you laughing?"

"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.

i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.

"no okay no guys please. listen-"

"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.

"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.

my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.

"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.

"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.

i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.

[etherrreal]

“sweet on you”

Pairing: osamu x gn!reader Genre: fluff WC: 1,168 Summary: you’re on a mission to confess to osamu and you’re hoping that he’ll get the hint with some tasty homemade desserts Warning: there are like 2 puns that are the worst, im so sorry. A/N: sooo, this came out longer than intended lol hope you don’t mind that I can’t write a drabble! but this idea just inspired me to much that I couldn’t help myself! -Luna

Mission "Confess-to-Osamu" began the day after the Inarizaki volleyball team won an intense game, the final set ending in a 32-30 win.

You had to stay up all night to do it, but you managed to make and decorate a dozen cookies shaped like volleyballs and one special cookie that resembled his jersey, the number 11 written carefully in chocolate-flavored icing. You wrapped them up in a cellophane bag, complete with a black ribbon tied into a neat bow.

You arrived at homeroom as early as possible, wanting to place the cookies on his desk and sit down to calm your nervous heart. From the back of the room, you watched as he strolled in 20 minutes later, sending you a wave and a tired smile. He dumped his bag on the floor before picking up the note you tucked under the bag of cookies that read:

'congratulations on your win! you played an amazing game, wish I could've celebrated with you :)'

His eyebrows scrunched as he racked his brain to try to figure out whose handwriting it could be. He shrugged when nothing came to mind, figuring it was just another gift from one of those fangirls who frequented his team’s volleyball matches. At the very least, it gave him something to rub in Atsumu’s face later.

He sat down, munching on one of the volleyball-shaped cookies, which he found delicious enough to eat two more of. You slapped your forehead, more annoyed at yourself rather than Osamu.

Okay, time to try something else.

You made a single-serve raspberry tart this time after you heard Osamu mention to his friends one day that he had a strong craving for one. Again, you arrived early to school, placing the note face down under the treat and spoon so none of your nosy classmates could read it as they walked by.

This time, you made sure to sign your initials at the end of the note, figuring that was the reason why it didn't click for him last time. However, knowing that he would immediately figure out that it was you had your palms sweaty and knees weak.

Osamu walked into homeroom, barely awake, but when he saw the dessert on his desk, his eyes shot open, face lighting up with interest. He looked up to greet you, but you were busy staring blankly at your textbook. The cookies from last time had been devoured before he even left school, though he did save the jersey cookie because he appreciated the effort put into it.

He lifted the tart to grab the note that was stuck underneath. It read:

'hope you liked the cookies from last time! I made a raspberry tart because you're just so sweet ♥'

When you peeked over to look at him, you noticed that there was confusion written all over his face, not knowing what the hell the letters at the bottom stood for. You heard him repeating word combinations that began with your initials to try to figure it out.

Your forehead hit the desk, baffled by how a man could be so cute but so stupid.

This was going to be it. You would place the slice of apple pie on his desk, he would read the note–with your whole name on it this time–and he would finally understand how much you liked him.

So, you went through the same process as before, setting it neatly on his desk with a folded note underneath.  There was no way that he could misconstrue anything this time.

Osamu was suspicious when he saw the sweet treat on his desk that morning. He reached for the note first, like always, to examine it.

'I hope you're not occu-pied this weekend ; want to go on a date with me?'

He knew that you would never be so blatant with your confession, not with your shy nature. Not when all it took was a simple wave from him to make you blush and look away. You'd most likely approach him in a less public setting to ask him out, or text him privately.

Which is why he assumed that this entire thing was just his brother pranking him with some store-bought pie. ‘Tsumu had teased him recently when he’d gushed about how cute you were before. He didn't put it past his brother to mess with him just because he kicked his ass in practice yesterday.

He sat down at his desk with a loud 'humph,' angrily digging into his pie that tasted just as good as the rest of his desserts he had received before.

Meanwhile, you were so frustrated that you swore you felt your soul leave your body.

You'd had enough. The stress of leaving Osamu desserts and waiting for him to figure out how much you liked him was too much. You were just going to have to be blunt and in his face with your confession.

Storming into class with a packaged cupcake in hand, you stopped right in front of his desk. He was taken aback by your sudden appearance.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N)," he greeted. "That's a good lookin' cupcake ya got there. Who's it for?"

You froze. You knew your newfound confidence could only last so long. Actually standing in front of his desk and looking into his eyes was very different from staring at yourself in the mirror as you rehearsed your lines.

Osamu watched as your mouth flapped open and closed, thinking about how you resembled a goldfish at that moment. Suddenly, you shoved the cupcake towards him, looking away shyly.

He barely heard you squeak out the words, "I like you."

He had never felt more stupid than he did in that moment. It finally dawned on him that it had been you the whole time, leaving him the edible gifts and little notes. It actually was your attempt at asking him out.

Osamu gently took the plastic container out of your hands, fingers brushing against yours. "I can't believe it was actually you. Thought it was my stupid brother prankin' me."

You failed to make eye contact with him despite chuckling at his assumption, instead toying with the buttons of your blazer.

They’re so adorable. He had to put you out of your misery. "Do ya still wanna go on that date with me? It's the least I can do for all the trouble I caused. Maybe I can cook for you this time?"

You nodded in response, feeling like you were going to combust at any moment.

"Great! We can walk home together, and I'll whip ya up something good to eat."

"Sounds good," you said once you found your voice. 

Your cheeks were no doubt on fire as you sat at your desk. You assumed that at any moment, you'd be waking up from this wonderful dream. There was no way you could predict that he'd reciprocate your feelings but now that you knew, you didn't think you'd ever stop smiling.

Written by: Luna