#not awake but not asleep i lay there on my phone typing and scrolling

[caffeinatedopossum]

My constant exposure to the internet and social media is most definitely making me worse but I really have nothing else to do. Like I'm disabled and have no money. I can't even buy a book to read, I would have to read it online

[sturnmaee]

Bookworm.

summary: getting caught reading smut while having to spend the night with chris.

warnings: reader x chris, no established relationship, smutty smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly), a little swearing.

requested: yes !!

wordcount: 1,563.

quick little a/n: this took my whole soul to write 😭 i hope it’s okay <33 also to the person who requested this a whole ass month ago i’m so sorry babe 😭😭. and i was half asleep while i proofread this, so im so sorry if theres mistakes xoxooo

i let out a small yawn as i sat around the large wooden table with nick and chris. matt had already said his goodnights and helped packed the cameras away after about an hour and a half of filming content.

"tired already?" nick asked jokingly.

i hummed in response while grabbing my book from the other side of the table. the crisp scent of pages filling my nose as i flicked through them looking for my book mark.

"what a nerd." chris teased while giggling.

"leave her alone," nick said, "we can head up to bed now if you'd like?"

nick and i were close, so of course each night i spent at their house we had sleepovers like little kids again, making dumb jokes and giggling all night.

he shut his laptop and tucked it under his arm as he got up, signaling for me to follow him, in the corner of my eye i watched as chris got up and headed the other direction, down the stairs.

i tiptoed up the stairs following nick, his hands lazily pushing the door open before he sunk down onto his bed, immediately opening his laptop to keep editing. i got straight into reading, i had been dying to finish this chapter, especially because it was one of the more interesting chapters.

about thirty minutes had passed and not a single word was spoken from nick. nothing but frustrated huffs and tossing and turning as he typed away. i shut my book before putting it down onto the silk covers.

"nick i can leave if you'd like, go hang with chris, i'm sure he wouldn't mind?" i quietly said not wanting to ruin his focus.

"really? are you sure, i'm really sorry i'm just so behind in editing." he replied.

"of course," i said while holding my hand onto his, "have a good night." i smiled before walking out of the room quietly, book and phone in hand.

i quietly made my way down both flights of stairs not wanting to wake matt. i stood in front of chris's door, my ear pressed against it, the faint sound of music playing let me know he was still awake. i tapped lightly on the door before opening it and poking my head in. the scent of a coconut candle intertwined with chris's scent filling my nose.

"come in," he said faintly his attention still on his phone before turning his head to see who it was, "oh hey." he said with a smile, patting the spot on the bed next to him inviting me to lay down.

i filled the spot next to him, lying on my stomach before reopening my book. he lied next to me on his back, one hand holding his head up as the other scrolled on his phone.

i looked at my page while trying to contain myself, excited for what was coming. my fingers gripping the cover tighter than before, my teeth lightly biting down on my bottom lip, my legs now squeezed together trying to satisfy the heat growing in between them.

i was so lost in a trance i forgot chris was beside me. he had changed positions and was now facing me, head propped up on one arm, his blue eyes locked onto mine. i felt heat rising in my cheeks before quickly closing my book.

“what?” i asked shyly.

“nothing,” he replied, his voice deeper and raspier than usual, “what’s so good about that book anyways, it’s got you acting like a damn book worm.”

“it’s just interesting, i guess.” i said sheepishly, not mentioning the fact i was reading straight smut with him right next to me.

“let me see.” he said while trying to grab the book. my reflexes instantly pulled it away from him, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“it’s really boring, trust me you won’t like it.” i said bluntly trying to keep my cool. i turned my gaze away from him to play it off, my book sitting in one hand with one finger inserted to keep my place. before i could react he snatched the book from my hand while giggling, opening to the page i had saved.

“chris-!” i whisper yelled not wanting to disturb the rest of the house, my hands flying over to him. he turned away and held the book out of my reach. his eyes frantically scanning the page as the corners of his swollen pink lips turned up. i turned away from him, burying my face into my hands.

“here's your book back.” he said while trying to wave it at me, my face still turned away from him. “you don't have to be embarrassed you know.”

“are you serious chris!” i replied while turning my body to face him, snatching the book from his hands. “that’s so embarrassing.”

“not really,” he said while taking me in with his eyes, “i see why you’re so interested in that book now.” he continued while licking his lips slightly.

i found it hard to keep my gaze locked with his, my core still throbbing, a wetness coating me. his lips parted while his chest rose and fell.

“what do you mean?” i asked innocently, placing the book on the bedside table before propping my head up on one arm to match his position.

his eyes fell from mine, moving to my body, taking me in. his hand placing itself on my side exposed by the short top that hugged my skin, i felt myself shudder beneath his touch as he stroked me lightly. his finger hooked around my waistband, toying with it, asking for permission almost.

"chris," i whispered, "we can't."

"mm, why not." he replied huskily while still playing with the fabric of my sweats.

"nick might hear." i said while slowly moving his hand from my side, keeping it in mine as i watched his eyes.

"c'mon, you have to be at least a little freaky if you're reading shit like that," he teased, "i've wanted you for so long, don't pretend you havent noticed ma." he continued speaking while watching my lips.

i looked down in defeat before moving my face closer to his, closing the gap in between us. my mouth hovered above his as he breathed lightly coating my lips in a hot air.

before i could say anything his hand gripped my face roughly pulling me into him, his lips showing how hungry he was for my own. he broke the kiss only to move to my neck, leaving harsh bites before soothing them with his tongue. i rushed to take my sweats off, tossing them to the floor leaving me in nothing but a short top and black panties.

"turn over," he said while pulling away, "all fours baby."

i followed his demands and pressed my face into the pillow, facing the side of the room where a large mirror sat, i watched him in the mirror as he pulled his sweats down letting them rest below his thighs, followed by his boxers. his cock sprung out hitting the fabric of his shirt as he causing him to let out a hiss through his teeth. his tip red and needy, leaking with precum.

"try and be quiet." he said while rubbing my lower back with his hands. i hummed in response while still watching him in the mirror as he lazily tugged on his cock before lining it up with my entrance, rubbing it up and down my slit, collecting my arousal before placing his tip into me.

"god you're wet."

he let out a quiet grunt before bottoming out, reaching places i could never on my own. i clenched onto the bedsheets trying to contain my whimpers, my knuckles going white.

quiet moans and curses left his mouth as my ass bounced off his pelvis, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room.

“oh god chris” i moaned, not being able to stay quiet anymore.

“shh baby, don’t wanna get caught now do we?” he gripped my waist as he spoke, pulling me into him harder.

i could feel my slick dripping down my thighs as he picked his pace up, my eyes having no place to go but the back of my head. we both gave up on being quiet a while ago, more whimpers and groans filled the room.

“mmh, s-so close.” i said pathetically while gripping onto the pillow.

with one quick movement he pulled out and flipped me over, his eyes now locked onto mine as he pushed back in.

“i wanna see your pretty face while you cum.” he breathed out.

his thrust becoming harder as i came closer to the edge, the feeling growing at my core as my nails dug into his back for support.

“oh f-fuck.” i whimpered, feeling the waves of pleasure fill me.

his eyes watching my face twist in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“s-shit.” he stuttered before snapping his hip into me, his warm cum filling me up as he left a soft kiss on my lips.

both out of breath while he pulled out of my softly, fixing my underwear and his pants.

“why don’t i clean you up?” he said quietly while looking over at the bathroom door.

i nodded in response while kissing him softly, his fingers running through my hair.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 6- All I Need To Hear

Read all previous chapters here

Warnings: mentions of smut

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Somewhere, in a tour bus, on a dark American highway, Matty stirred from a dreamless sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, turning to lay on his side. He the top of his duvet was cold. He shimmied his way out of cocoon that he’d created in his sleep, his feet finally touching the floor. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should run into the restroom first or have coffee….coffee won.

“Yo,” he attempted, but his voice was too low. Mark noticed him anyway.

“You’re awake!”

“And you….are….for some reason?” Matty scratched his head, his eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light outside of his bedroom.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Mark shrugged.

“Right. Sorry, you always say you have a hard time with the movement.” Matty cocked his head. “It’s why you should try drugs.”

Mark chuckled. “I think I’ll stick to my herbal tea. Thanks.”

Matty threw himself down on the couch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned. “Think I’m still asleep, actually.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, but I’ll get it. Maybe. In a moment. Once my legs have woken up properly.”

Mark smiled, disregarding Matty’s words, he stood up and poured him a cup of coffee. Peaking in the small fridge for a moment, “you hungry?”

“You don’t have to take care of-“

“So that’s a yes then. Is toast alright? Who am I asking…you like anything to do with bread…”

Matty smiled, touched by how well Mark knew him. He peaked out the blinds, into the pitch black of night.

“Where are we?”

Mark stopped buttering the piece of bread in his hand and flicked his wrist. “Interstate.”

“Which one?”

“I75”

“So…." Matty tried to guess the schedule “we’re on our way to Charlotte?”

“Columbus, Ohio.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Ohio.”

“Eat.” Mark handed him his coffee and piece of toast.

“Thanks, man.”

Matty ate in silence, listening to the sounds of his own chewing, and evading Mark’s curious gaze. He knew Mark had something on his mind. He also had an idea of what it might be.

“What?!” Matty eventually said, swallowing dry.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“But you want to. So, just- go- ahead and say it!”

“Alright.” Mark inched closer towards him, clearing his throat and looking directly into Matty’s eyes. “How are you?”

Fuck. A loaded question. Matty found it impossible to look away, now that Mark had locked eyes on him. He couldn’t lie. It’s all over his face. So; instead, he shrugged, picking up his coffee mug and sipping on it, just to have something to bust himself with.

Mark said absolutely nothing, simply continuing to look into Matty’s eyes with a gentle smile.

The silence was unbearable, Matty eventually spoke just to make it stop. “I’m- im….fine. You know. I’m always fine. It’s all good.”

He pushed the plate away from him, then spoke again. “Am I- like- feeling the best I’ve ever felt? No. But- you know. What about it? It’s not like I’m fuckin suicidal or anything….and, I’m happy the boys have all got places to be and all that cuz….could you imagine if the whole band was getting all this…’backlash’? I don’t even like that word ‘backlash.’”

Matty paused to catch his breath. His own words sinking into his mind. “But yeah…it does feel a bit odd. There’s a lot happening….of course, they know. George’s been texting me. You wanna see the memes?” Matty giggled, recalling their latest text exchange. “I’ll go get my phone.”

Matty reached for his phone at the charging station, plopping down on the bed, scrolling through several unread messages from a variety of friends and acquaintances to get to George’s name. His finger hover over Amelia’s name for a moment. He opened their text chain and typed a quick “hiya. Checking in. You left before we could talk about things. Wanted to make sure you’re feeling okay about it all 😊” he sighed, reading his own words back, he felt gross. Perhaps he could rephrase things? He thought about it for a quick second and replaced the emoji with a “xx.” Then, rethinking it again, he deleted the “xx” and ended the text with a full stop. He sat there, staring at the “send” button. Why hasn’t she checked in with him though? His mind couldn’t help but go over every single torturous detail of the last time that he’d seen her. Had he done anything wrong? Had he failed to make her happy? To follow her orders? He was a bit too stubborn with his begging when she told him she didn’t want him cumming. Did she not want him to? Did he break the rules? The entire night played in his head on a loop. He remembered every moment. Her hitting his face, repeatedly. Him feeling it everywhere, from his what to his toes, begging for more. Being on his knees. Her sweet touch on his pulsing, red face. Her fingers in his mouth, on his crotch, her expression of concern once he’d lost balance and landed on the floor after she withdrew her hand. Though she sounded concerned, she still chose to pick his head off the floor by the roots of his hair. Something about that combination excited him immensely. Still, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of hoped she’d lean down and kiss him. Or say something to indicate that she knew how badly he wanted her. But she didn’t.

The pain was good. Him ending up naked and at her mercy wasn’t where he thought the night would go. But he did push her buttons. It hurt so much. And it felt so good. He loved it. Loved feeling that burning on his skin and knowing that she was the cause of it. But he wished he knew if she liked it too. The entire time, he longed to hear a word of encouragement from her. He recalls her pausing to give his cheek a quick kiss once he’d offered to count. She did actually tell him he was doing good. But how sincere was she? Was it just a platitude? Like a “thanks” you say when someone hands you the tv remote or asks if you want anything from the store? Did she know that he liked taking the pain for her? To please her? To show her that he would do anything for her ? Surely she would have said something if she’d appreciated his suffering. Once they’d stopped, he was sure she’d scoop him up in her arms and tell him how good he’d been for her. That she was happy he’d done as she’d told him. Maybe make him promise to try to eat better tomorrow. Or give him the chance to apologize better. Sure, she’d helped clean him up afterwards, but that’s the bare minimum. She did let him cling to her and bury his face in her for a bit. But he’d wanted more. Was he greedy for wishing that he could lay on top of her or be enveloped by her or feel her skin directly on his? She does have a boyfriend. One that she’d offered to break up with. He was the one to stop her. He told her not to. It’s selfish, but, that night, he really wished that she hadn’t left him alone in the room. He needed her so much. He still does. They did have sex, so, isn’t it arbitrary to draw the line at staying afterwards? Or did they even have sex? She whipped him bloody and then held his hand as he experienced his first orgasm in a long time. And then he cried like an idiot. Does that even count as sex? Fuck. The most sexual contact he’s getting these days and he’s not even sure if it really is sexual contact. What has become of him?

The welts on his ass, sending pain through him every time that he sat down or moved a bit too quickly, were a constant reminder of his failure to make her happy. she hadn’t even called or texted to ask if he was healing up nicely or if he needed anything. Where had he gone wrong? Should he have offered to get her off after? Perhaps. It wasn’t fair that she never got to cum. He just didn’t have the foresight to think in that moment. He wasn’t sure his brain was functioning at all. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. Yet again, his thoughtlessness had let her down. Even when he was doing all this for her, he still managed to make the experience about himself and his pleasure. He hadn’t meant to. It was all supposed to be for her. But somehow he got it wrong.

He deleted the text that he’d been composing, replacing it with a new one. “I’m so sorry, Amelia.” Sorry for what? Sorry is what you say if you accidentally bump into someone or if you reach for their spoon at a restaurant. What kind of words could he use for being a useless human being? What gives him the right to even reach out? Clearly, she hasn’t messaged him because she didn’t want to hear from him. He shouldn’t bother her or remind her of what a disappointment he’s been. He deleted the apology and swiped out of the text chain, finally finding George’s name.

“Okay; here it is.” He stood in the doorway, choosing a selection of texts to show to Mark.

***

Three hours behind, in Los Angeles, Amelia struggled to fall asleep in the plush hotel bed that she shared with Joshua. She couldn’t stop seeing Matty every time that her eyes closed. She’d left him crying, in bed, in nothing but his underwear. After inflecting a disorienting amount of pain on his already exhausted body. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do. He asked for it, even. Thanked her for it. He looked so beautiful wincing and smiling every time she’d hit him. He’d say ‘thank you’ and beg for more, unprompted. The dazed look in his eyes was clear proof that he wanted it just as much as she did. Though it broke her heart that he was all too eager to be punished, he’d been stoic and brave about it. Still, it was the thing that finally made him cum, so it couldn’t have been bad, right? Her heart shattered into pieces at the memory of his pained cries. He was overwhelmed. Scared to even experience pleasure. She couldn’t forget the way he’d helplessly squeezed her hand. As if begging for her to intervene. To implore his body to be less cruel on him. She wished she could help him but she didn’t know how. Did she have the power to slow things down? To heighten the pleasure and lessen the pain ? Shouldnt she know if that’s a power that she posses or not? Had she taken on a role that she’s woefully unprepared for?

she wondered if she’d gone too far. If he’d only gone along with it to make her happy. If she should’ve been gentler, slower. She remembers being on the receiving end of things like this. She never did it just to make Matty happy, though the knowledge that it pleased and amused him to hear her whimper and beg always made her excited to partake. She had no idea if he felt the same though; it never occurred to her to ask. She felt around the nightstand, in the dark, for her phone. The screen lit up, she checked it for any messages from him but there was nothing. She wished he were here right now. Wondered how he’s been doing since she’d left to get to this exhibit. Has he been eating? Sleeping? Is he feeling excited about seeing the boys again soon? About getting back onstage after a small break? He always had has smile on his face whenever he is up there. She’d missed that smile. All she could hope for was that doing his job would remind him that he wasn’t alone, that people all over the world love him, and that things do get better.

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.20

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1651

Warnings: Some racy bits in the beginning, but nothing overly explicit. Recalling prior domestic violence

Sy had been a man of his word and she had woken a few hours later to Walter's fingers moving between her legs as Sy eased into her. They took turns with her until all three of them were spent, collapsing into an exhausted pile and going back to sleep. Her alarm went off to start getting ready for work and she stayed awake only so long as to call out before falling back asleep with Walter's arms around her.

August and Geralt had been equally as insatiable and she lost count of how many orgasms they pulled from her. Good thing she couldn't have kids anymore, or there definitely would have been a bun in the oven after this, possibly more than one. They always made sure she was prepared for them, always made sure she came first, taking care of her needs before their own.

She lay on the couch, scrolling through her phone when the text came through from her supervisor.

Got the email that you called out. Can you walk at all?

She paused before typing out the reply.

No and shut up.

LOL yeah Alphas are like that on the full moon, especially with their Mates.

And I got four testosterone disasters keeping me occupied.

Wait…four?

Technically five, but Mike isn't an Alpha. He's back at the apartment, I spent it with the others.

But you have four Mates? The only wolves I've heard of having multiple Mates are female Alphas.

Heather. I am a female Alpha.

It took about half a second after hitting send before her name came up on caller ID.

"You're what?!" Heather exclaimed before Stephanie had the opportunity to say hi.

"I'm a female Alpha." She repeated.

"I mean, we were notified that you took over the pack occupying your apartment building and the one next door, but we figured you were just a proxy for one of the others." She said, "It's not uncommon for an Alpha to take over a territory and assign a proxy to run it if they can't be there in person. We all figured you were a Beta as they tend to be the proxy."

"No, Heather, I'm not a Beta. Mike is the Beta, he's my Beta. I'm his Alpha." Stephanie said.

"Shit." She said and sighed, "I honestly shouldn't be surprised, actually, just based on how you were before getting infected. Stubborn with a problem with authority figures. Makes sense, you are an authority figure."

"Yeah, they thought I was going to be an Omega before my first shift." She said and Heather gave a heavy snort on the other end of the line.

"You? An Omega?" She said, "I can sort of see how, but not hardly."

"They weren't feeling the protection fuzzy-wuzzies because I was an Omega…"

"They were feeling it because you're their Mate."

"Apparently."

"Well, shit. I'm gonna have to tell my Alpha that we were wrong." Heather said. “Knowing him, he’s going to want to schedule a get together. Does it with all the packs with territories touching his, foster good relations and all that. The previous Alpha of your territory basically told him to fuck off when he extended the offer.”

“I’ll talk to the others, but I don’t see why we wouldn’t show up.” Stephanie said, “Based on the number of people in my pack, I would say maybe a cookout at the park? There’s kids and I wouldn’t want them cooped up while the boring adults do boring adult things.”

“Sounds like a great idea, actually.” Heather said, “Weather has been nice, bring out the grills for food and games for the pups. I’ll pitch it and let you know what he says.” Stephanie covered the phone with her hand, pulling it away from her ear.

“Hey, Sy!” She called out.

“Yeah, doll?” He called back.

“How do you feel about a cook out with my boss’ pack? Our territory touches his.”

“Sounds like a fun time. We can have it here, lottsa room.”

“Thinking more about the park? Neutral ground and all that.”

“Yeah, that makes better sense. Don’t need him goin’ on the defensive straight away.” Sy said and she pulled her hand away, putting the phone back to her ear.

“He says it’s cool.” She said, “Still have to talk to the others, but again, I don’t see why they would have an issue with it.”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know and we’ll coordinate a day and time.” Heather said, “Is it okay if I give him your number? I’ll text you his so it’s not a mystery.”

“Go for it.” She said and a familiar feeling crawled over her mind right before she was jumped on, the wind being knocked out of her lungs. “Jesus!”

“What?”

“I just got ambushed by a buck fifty of wiggling Beta. I’ll talk to you later.” She wheezed and hung up, letting the phone fall to the floor as Mike squirmed in excitement, his wolf jet black and leaner than the others. He licked at her face excitedly, letting out happy whines as he scrabbled on top of her. “Mike! Cool it! You’re gonna break something! That something being me!” He finally settled, laying belly up between her and the couch, paws tucked against his chest. She held him, pressing kisses to his head and blew a raspberry at him when he licked at her face again. The fur under her hand turned to skin and he moved on top of her, looking down at her with a wide smile.

“Hi, sweetcheeks!” He said and she snorted, pulling him down into a kiss. He giggled against her lips, his hands going to her waist and pushing up her shirt. "Missed you."

"Apparently."

"Walter came and got me." He said and kissed her again, pushing his hands up her shirt to palm her breasts through her lounge bra, squeezing gently. He shuddered as she ran her fingers through his hair, but halted when he saw the wounds on her wrists from the silver chain. They were healing, but still ugly, the skin mottled and blistered. "Steph…"

"Hey, it's okay."

"It almost wasn't."

"But it is. I'm here, right now, with you." She said and he laid his head on her chest, his hands going to her waist. She held him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his hair.

"I almost lost you."

"But you didn't."

"If I hadn't--"

"Stop. No "what-ifs", okay?" She said and he was quiet.

"Okay." He said finally, nodding against her.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, coming into the living room. "Mike."

"Sup." He said, waving at him with a couple fingers before settling again.

"What's up?" Stephanie asked.

"I need to ask you about Lewis." He said and she went quiet.

"What about him?" She asked finally.

"How long were you two together?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Almost two years." She said.

"And in that time you never suspected anything was wrong with him?" He asked and she went quiet again, only this silence held weight. "Sweetheart?"

"He always apologized." She said and Mike picked his head up to look at her. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's true. He told me he loved me so much it made him crazy. We would fight, he would hit me, and then he would apologize saying his love for me made him unable to control himself."

"You knew he was a wolf." Geralt said and she nodded.

"He was open about it from the beginning." She said, "He would keep me locked up in my apartment for days at a time, telling me he was doing it to protect me from the other wolves in the area. I finally had enough and I told him we were over, we were done."

"And he suggested a camping trip." Mike said and she snorted.

"Not right away. I think he knew if he did I wouldn't have gone with him. Girl breaks up with an abusive boyfriend and agrees to be alone with him out in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, she's never being seen alive again. He begged me to reconsider, said he would do better, he would try to control himself better. Just give him another chance. As if I didn't already give him more than enough chances."

"It was bullshit, wasn't it?" Geralt asked.

"Actually, no. He did change. At least, he appeared to. He started being nicer, more attentive, he'd diffuse arguments before they started, let me see my friends again. He was a whole new Jordan." Stephanie said, "Six months later and then he suggested the camping trip. Just the two of us. It'd be nice, romantic, good to get away from everyone and everything." She stopped with a shrug, "You know the rest." Sy and Walter had frozen in the kitchen while they had listened to her talk, August halting at the top of the stairs. "I don't know if he planned on killing me, or if he was always planning on infecting me as another way to control me. I suppose it doesn't matter."

"And when we find him," Geralt said, his eyes hard, "He won't be hurting you or anyone else ever again."

"Tripped and exploded on impact." She said with a small laugh, recalling when Sy had said it. "August told me the Pack Council wants him alive."

"The Pack Council won't be there." August said, stepping onto the landing at the bottom of the stairs. "I was going to kill him just for using silver on you, but now…" He stopped with a low growl, "I'm going to take my time with him."

"Get in line." Geralt said through his teeth that had gone sharp.

“I’ll make popcorn.” Mike said and she snorted with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

[sparkles-oflight]

Vse Kar Vem

"Vse kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav me ne bremeni, ker s tabo svet ne izpodriva me."

Synopsis: It's one of the last nights of JO in Slovenia before moving to London and Bojan is in the midst of an anxiety attack with a recently awakened Kris by his side.

(Originally this was going to be in London, but then Maks dropped the "oh yeah, they are living together" confirmation bomb)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics: Homophobia

- You aren’t asleep. – Kris reached for Bojan’s hand which was on his heart.

- Uh? – Bojan looked at the guy next to him who was opening his eyes slowly – Oh sorry...Did I wake you up? I’ll be quiet.

- That’s not necessary. – He yawned, which Bojan found adorable – I’ve been awake for a while. I saw you scrolling...

- Sorry, I was trying to get distracted.

- You should really try to sleep though.

- I will, don’t worry.

Kris tried to close his eyes again... but his hand made him realize Bojan’s heartrate was skyrocketing.

- Wanna talk about it? – he finally opened his eyes.

- No, no, go back to sleep.

- Do you want me to turn on the lights? – he rubbed his eyes.

- No, no...

- What do you need?

- I just...

Bojan stopped for a moment to hear his heartbeat... It wasn’t good. His hands were numb and so was the area around his mouth... He was in pain. He felt like dying.

- Could you please distract me?

Kris looked around.

- Okay, what’s 5 things you can-

- No, I’ve already done all of that. I can spot the light of the phone, the light of the television, your ass, the light of the alarm clock, and the sheets.

- What was that?

- I need something different. – he avoided that conversation – Tell me about your day.

- Bojan, we spent the day together.

- Recap it for me.

- Aaah. – Kris sighed.

He decided to change his position to face the ceiling as Bojan was doing.

- It all started during the morning-

- Kris, you and I both know that you wake up at 13 because you hate mornings.

- I woke up at 13, the perfect time for a... – he tried to find the word. It wasn’t a lunch or breakfast it was a...

- A brunch.

- Exactly. – he smiled – I washed the dishes from last night since your lazy ass couldn’t do it.

- Hey! Don’t call me lazy. – he pointed with his finger – I was busy going for an early morning jog.

- 10 in the mourning is not “early morning”.

- I hate mornings. – that made Kris smile a bit – Besides, I took the trash out!

- Our shores distribution is imbalanced.

Kris looked at Bojan for a while before proceeding.

- I made us a quiche with stuff I found lying around and updated our grocery list.

- It was delicious, though you ate the most part.

- I made it, I eat what I want. – Bojan gripped Kris’ hand that was trying to find his – After a shower, we went to the studio...to revise some stuff before moving to London.

- I took my nap at 17.

- I would know that. I took a picture of you drooling.

- What!? Tell me more about it.

- Tell me more about you watching my ass.

- Fair enough. – he shut up.

- Then we decided to have dinner together, the five of us, in Ljubljana one last time before departure.

- I can’t believe we are moving to London!

- I can’t believe you won’t let me finish a story.

Kris decided to lay sideways, to face Bojan properly who did the same.

- We went out to party, to drink, to smoke... – he looked at Bojan who pushed his hair away from his face – To look at people under the neon lights.

If the lights were on, Bojan would have seen Kris blush. He didn’t need to, though. The light coming from the television was just enough to make out his silhouette in the dark. He could piece together on his own how Kris’ face looked.

- Did anyone catch your attention in particular?

- A brunette.

- Oh, really?

- Beautiful singer, actually.

- Tell me more about it.

- They also have big brown eyes.

- Any cons?

- A bit annoying...

- Ah, that can be hard to handle.

- I don’t think that person is any singer honestly.

- Why is that? – Bojan smiled.

- They are *my* singer.

Bojan couldn’t help but smile from one ear to another.

- Can I snuggle with you? – Bojan asked but he was already scooting closer to Kris.

- You are unbelievable... – Kris enveloped Bojan in his arms – You are cold.

- Yeah, I little bit.

After a while of hugging each other - Bojan smelling Kris’ clothes, Kris petting his hair - the smaller one decided to break the silence.

- Do you think London is going to be this cold?

- Of course, not. It’s colder.

- That’s not what I meant. – Bojan decided to dig his face out of Kris’ sweater – Are the people going to be this cold?

- I don’t think I understand what you are talking about. Are you implying that-

- No, I love my country and its people. That’s not what I mean. – Bojan sighed – You know this? Is this going to be better?

Kris was way too tired to understand fully what he was talking about.

- Be more specific.

- Kris, we are living together, sharing a bed, and hugging each other in the middle of the night.

- And?

- Kris, we are guys.

Then a light bulb hit Kris. Sometimes even he forgets that’s not considered “normal” for countries in the Balkans. Hell, in most countries around the world.

- I forgot.

- You forgot!? – Bojan was wondering what exactly he forgot, and how?

- I don’t know if London is going to be better. Maybe not.

- Kris, you are supposed to say, “It’s going to get better”.

- But why would I lie?

- You are bad at this “reassuring” thing.

- Well.... – he hugged Bojan tighter, back into his sweater – I can’t guarantee that is going to get better. But I can at least guarantee you I’ll be there to hug you.

Bojan really really wanted to see Kris’ face. Sometimes Kris just says stuff so bluntly and he finds it so adorable. He loves teasing Kris over it. He loves to see him being so sincere. He loves when Kris just says...stuff. He loves-

His pain was gone... He hadn’t even realized it.

Because all he knows is that he doesn’t feel pain in Kris’ arms... Because is not worried about what is right, because with him the world is not displacing him.

- Can I get a good night kiss?

- No.

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No, I didn't have this idea last night when I was feeling cold, shut up.

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Its Always Been You pt18

Kyoya’s Reluctant Day Out! Pt 18

(Kyoya x male reader)

 

 A soft hum of a fan fills the room, weakly blowing out air.  

   And here lies Y/n, despite his many efforts he couldn’t sleep. He’d blame the weather, he never really did well in the heat.

  He rubbed his eyes and groaned.

 His hand moved around before finding his phone. Turning it on as the white burned into his eyes.

   ‘2:00 am’

He scrolled through his contacts before sending a message.

 ‘Kyoya’

The message was left on read, he rolled his eyes.

 ‘Kyoya I know you’re still up’

Once again left on read.

 ‘I’m coming over’

‘The back door is unlocked.’

Y/n grinned before jumping out of bed.

   He hastily thrown on a hoodie and ran out the door. 

  The cool of the night greeted Y/n as he walked down the street. The slow glow of streetlights accompanying him.

  He turns the corner, looking up at the oh so familiar house. Quietly he walks to the back of the house, going towards the back door he turned the handle and walked in. 

  Heading towards Kyoya’s room a faint sound of typing was heard just beyond the door.

   He swings open the door.

 “So what are you working on, this time?”

Kyoya stared blankly, the computer light illuminating his face.

   “That bad huh?” 

   “ working yourself half to death cannot be good for your health.” Y/n notes, sitting on Kyoya’s bed.

   “It’s not ideal, however, it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to uphold the Ootori name.” He blankly states, pushing up his glasses.

  He continues typing away.

“If you say so.” Y/n lays on his bed, as a comforting wave of silence fills the room.

 As the two enjoyed each other’s company, after a brief amount of time, Kyoya closes his laptop, finally finished. 

  He gets up from his desk and hears towards his bed.

  He looks at Y/n, now passed out.

He takes off his glasses with a sigh and places them infront of the clock on his bedside.

  ‘5:03’

He lays next to him and gets the long needed sleep.

  The warmth of another person brought an odd sense of relief, as he drifts off.

——-

“-This might be one of my best ideas men!” A tall blonde bursts through the door, accompanied by the other hosts.

   “Kyoya time to get up-!” Tamaki stopped right in his tracks. And stared at Kyoya’s bed.

  Kyoya was still asleep, However that wasn’t the issue, on top of him was Y/n. Like his own personal weighted blanket.

“What’s the problem boss?” Karou looks over to the bed also, a devilish grin formed on his face.

  Hikaru pulled out his phone and took some photos. 

  “How scandalous! Didn’t know Kyoya had it in him.” The twins said with a smile.

 “You don’t think they-… that they….” Tamaki mumbled, mouth agape.

  “How cute!” Honey-senpai stood behind Tamaki.

  This was the straw that broke Tamaki.

 “MAMA!” He cried, awaking Kyoya.

 “How could you! After everything we’ve been through!” Tamaki cried. To a now very annoyed Kyoya.

  “Why are you in my room Tamaki..” kyoya grumbled feeling an oncoming headache.

   “Never mind that! Why is Y/n in your bed!” He shirked.

   “Why are you in my room.” He asked, trying to keep his voice down.

   “Tamaki-senpai wanted us to go to a commoners market, to better understand Haru-chan!” Honey-senpai chirped.

  “Don’t ignore me!” Tamaki butts in.

“Keep it down, Y/n is still alseep.” Kyoya harshly whispered, glaring at the blonde.

  He covers his eyes with his arm, wishing for the club to be just a bad dream.

   “Oh cmon! You can’t be in bed all morning! Today is the last day of summer vacation!” Tamaki whined.

  “Wake up..” Honey-senpai gently pulled on Kyoya’s arm.

   “Come on Kyoya.” The twins began to shake him.

   Y/n drowsily moved his head, having all the hosts freeze.

   He just cuddled closer to Kyoya’s chest.

A sigh of relief left the clubs chests.

 Kyoya moved his arm away from his eyes, and slowly sat up careful not to wake Y/n.

  “For your information we were up till 5AM  you morons. Which if you hadn’t noticed makes me less than happy about being woken up.” 

   A shiver ran up the clubs spine.

 “Kyo-chan isn’t much of a morning person huh?” Honey-senpai notes.

  “You have no room to talk.” Mori remarks.

  “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Honey looks up at Mori.

“Okay, enough with the commoner shtick. If you formulaic halfwits feel like wasting all afternoon on worn-out old cliches, go right ahead and suit yourselves.” Kyoya grumble lying back down.

   “Well if that’s what you want…” 

 “Well you heard the man! Now let’s dress him to the nines and head to the expo!” Tamaki throws his hands in the hair.

   “What about Y/n?” Honey-senpai tilts his head.

   “Right, twins!”

The two stood up straight.

  “You can take care of Y/n.”

  “Yes sir!” 

The twins eagerly pry Y/n off of kyoya, dragging him to get ‘dolled‘ up.

   Karou pulls out an outfit and puts it on Y/n with a grin.

  “Doesn’t he look great!” The twins cooed.

  “Wait, where did you even get that outfit? We didn’t see in Kyoya’s closet.” Tamaki examined Y/n.

  “We’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to dress up Y/n! Instead of his poor excuse of fashion he usually wears.”  Karou grimace holding up Y/n’s hoodie, before throwing it out the window.

  After all that fuss the hosts carry the two towards Tamaki’s limo out front.

   As they throw the two, less than gracefully, into the car.

  Finally awaking Y/n.

 He rubbed his eyes.

“What’s going on?” 

 “You’re finally awake!” Honey smiled.

  “We’re taking you and kyoya to a commoners market!” Tamaki declared.

——-

“-and then they left you with me to babysit essentially.” Y/n sighed, as a less then please Kyoya sat on a bench.

He stood up, and rubbed his temple.

“I’m assuming you don’t have your phone on you either.” Kyoya sighed.

  “No. I’m pretty sure the twins took it.” Y/n looks around.

   “What should we do now-“

A small little boy ran into Kyoya’s legs, he lets out a whimper rubbing his head. Looking up at Kyoya he was greeted by a glared. He bursts into tears before running off to his mom.

  “Mama!”

 “Tamaki’s a deadman when I get my hands on him.” Kyoya huffed.

  Y/n let out a chuckle.

 “Kyoya-senpai?” A familiar voice called out.

  “Oh perfect, Haruhi!” Y/n smiled.

Haruhi walked closer to the two.

 “I didn’t expect to see you two here today.” Haruhi politely said.

  “How much money do you have on you Haruhi?” Kyoya bluntly spoke.

   “What?” Haruhi stared at Kyoya.

—— 

Later at a fast food joint….

“Kyoya-senpai, are you sure this is where you wanna eat? There are much nicer restaurants to choose from upstairs.” Haruhi nervously spoke.

  “Well you don’t have much on you, so our choices are limited. Just be sure to get a receipt. Tamaki will reimburse you tenfold.” Kyoya glared.

    Haruhi nervously nodded.

 “Haruhi its our turn.” Y/n brought Haruhi back to reality.

   “Oh! Uh, here, why don’t I just order for us. Do you two know what you want?”

  “You pick. Just get us lots of it.”

   Y/n nodded in agreement.

 “Oh uh okay..” Haruhi’s began to talk to the cashier.

   However the cashier seemed to entranced by the mysterious kyoya. Acting more friendly to them than the other customers.

   “Okay, coming right up. Would you be interested in adding one of our delicious desserts?” The cashier cheerily asked.

 “Thank you, no, I don’t care for sweets.” Kyoya flatly replied.

   “Before you decide, we have a new shake that’s absolutely-“ cashier began, starry eyed.

  “I have given you my answer.” Kyoya coldly glared at the girl.

  The cashier stiffened, a sense of dread fueled her senses.

  “Please be sure to include our receipt.” Haruhi squeaked out. Grabbing the food tray and going off to a table.

 “Kyoya-senpai, just because you’re in a bad mood today doesn’t give you the right go around talking to people like that. The poor girl was just doing her job.” Haruhi scolded.

   “She was being pushy, even after being told no.” Y/n grabs a burger.

   “Yeah but there’s no reason for acting like that. She’s supposed to do that.” Haruhi sighed.

   “Her job is to serve us food, not irradiate me with some weak sales pitch.” Kyoya adds, taking a bite of his food.

  Haruhi just stared at Kyoya eating.

“Now what?” Kyoya looked back.

  “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat before. Somehow I thought the experience would be more refined. I’m surprised stuff like this even appeals to you.” 

  “It doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. No doubt, you’ll say I’m callous for admitting it, since you brought me this tripe.” Kyoya stoped to take a drink.

   “Of course I won’t.” She looked off to the side.

 “There’s an understanding between makers of food like this and those that eat it. Quality takes a backseat to convenience. Refinement isn’t part of the equation. It’s meant to be eaten quickly, besides no one of consequence is here to witness my momentary lapse of manners.” Kyoya explain.

  “Hey for the record, I’m saying it benefits me nothing to keep up appearances in a place like this. And that includes any special treatment I may give you here.” 

 “Oh really I would have never guessed that in a million years…” haruhi mumbled.

“Oh my gosh girls, that guy in the glasses is a total hottie.” A girl swooned to her friends.

  “You’re right he’s gorgeous!” Her friends agreed.

Y/n sighed, looking off to the side, the grip on his drink tightened.

   “Um, excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if you’re not using that chair, can my friends and I borrow it?” She sweetly smiled.

   “Why not..” Kyoya sighed.

 “Thanks you so much that’s awesome!” Her friends blissfully giggled.

   “You’re quite welcome.” He flatly said.

 Y/n glared at the girls as they walked off.

 “You’re probably wondering how Tamaki and I compliment each other so well.” Kyoya spoke, catching Haruhi off guard.

  “The answer is simple-“ he smiled.

 “I have something to gain. There is no better motivator than self interest. I have to look out for number one, y’know.”

  “Tamaki-senpai would be heartbroken if he heard you say that.” Haruhi frowned.

   “Such a tragedy that Tamaki’s feelings are one sided.” Y/n joked.

  “On the contrary-“ he pushes up his glasses.

  “He’s understood our arrangement from the very beginning. The same goes for all of them. Hikaru, Karou, honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and even Y/n. The glue that holds the club together is our mutual egocentricity. It’s the principle that drives the alliance between our families and ensures each of our futures.” He looks at Haruhi.

  “Though, well let’s just say there’s still quite a bit you don’t understand about that. Although Tamaki is a fool, and self sacrifice does come naturally to him. So I guess the point of this is, we are very different creatures.” Kyoya finished his monologue.

The three now wonder the mall.

 “Senpai? I thought you were going to take a taxi home.” Haruhi looked up at Kyoya.

  “I am, but while we’re still here Y/n wants to look around.”

  “Black pearls from ishigaki island. Odd to find them here, considering how much they go for.” 

   “You’re kidding, really? That’s incredible. How can you tell?” Haruhi looks to kyoya.

  “I am a product of excellent breeding.”

  “You make it sound like you’re some pure bred dog, give yourself a little more credit.” Y/n smiled, walking off with the others.

“So kyoya-senpai, why is it after all this time I still know nothing about your family?” Haruhi notes.

  “Because there’s really nothing for you to know about my family. At least nothing that should interest you.”

   “Well that seems to be a little unfair, don’t you think?” 

  “Just what do you mean unfair?”

“I mean that when it comes to my personal life you even keep tabs on who’s my father’s friends from work are while I barely have a clue about yours. So I call that unfair.”

  “That’s a very intriguing notion in its own way.”

 “Well you’ve got two older brothers, right? For starters, you could tell me something about them. What kind of people are they?”

  “They are rather exceptional. Enough so, that my father puts a lot of stock in them. Though as the third son, things work a little differently for me.”

  “I didn’t realize there was so much pressure on you to succeed.”

  “Pressure? Oh no, Haruhi, I cannot think of nothing more fun than this.”

Haruhi let’s out a sigh.

  “Dear me! Pieces from the Komatsu Shoin collection? I never thought that I would fine them here!”

  The voice grabs the attention of the three.

  “Why madam, you have astonishing eye!”

Kyoya glared at the interaction.

  “Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi was ignored, as Kyoya walked up to the stand.

  “Just watch and see what happens.” Y/n grinned.

“Will all due respect, these are fake.” Kyoya bluntly spoke, interrupting the conversation.

  “Huh?” The lady looked at Kyoya.

 “Hey, get out of here kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The man snarled.

Kyoya picked up the bowl, analyzing it.

  “The shade of blue is strongly reminiscent of Shoin’s work, but looking closely around the base you’ll notice the colour graduation isn’t quite dark enough to be authentic. that and the laquer is too clear.”

  “That’s enough out of you, Mr. Expert! I will report you for obstructing my business!” The man spoked irked at kyoya.

  Kyoya flipped the bowl over looking at the bottom.

  “Just as I thought. The brush strokes on this seal are uncharacteristically broad as well.”

  “U-uh..” the man stammered.

  “For your sake, I hope you have a certificate-“ he looks at the man.

  “That is, if you still keep insisting it’s real.”

  “O-of course it’s real! I have the certificate at home.” He stuttered.

 Kyoya grins at this.

  “Ah, then surely you won’t mind if I call the Komatsu family right now to verify your claim. My own family has dealings with them for generations. It would be a matter of a minute.”

  “Wait you can’t do this!” The man gets dragged out by security.

“Young man, I can’t thank you enough.” The lady bows.

  “After everything you’ve told me senpai, stepping in on a complete stranger’s behalf seems a little out of character for you.” Haruhi spoke.

  “Hm? Oh, that? Well now, she’s hardly a stranger. You mean you don’t know? Her husband is the ceo of a major electronics company.” 

   “Huh?” Haruhi gasped.

“This is my first time meeting her personally, but that ring on her left hand is unmistakable. My family has dealings with her husband’s company.”

  Haruhi is just puzzled.

“Ah, one of the Ootori boys. Imagine running into you here incognito-“ she smiles.

  “The next opportunity I have, I’ll be sure to take advantage of your family’s beautiful health resorts.”

   “We’d be honoured.” Kyoya bows slightly.

Haruhi glared at Kyoya.

  “Hey haruhi.” Y/n whispered.

  “Hm?”

“Look at the stall she was just at, notice the flags?” He points .

  “The flags…- wait, he couldn’t have-“ 

“Hm hm!” Y/n smiled, walking over to kyoya now looking at a food stall.

“Hey Haruhi, did you know this?” Kyoya called out.

  “Did I know what?”

“Is melon the preferred flavour among snack makers?”

  “Huh?”

“It doesn’t make sense, the primary ingredient is corn, why go to the trouble of artificially making it taste like fruit? Seems counterintuitive.”

  “That’s an intriguing notion in its own way.” Haruhi spoke with a laugh.

  “Oh was I being funny?”

 “Earlier you were going on and on about how you and Tamaki-senpai are nothing alike. What you just said about the candy? It sounds just like him!” She laughs.

 “You think so? This does seem like something he and the twins would fawn over. Very well I’ll buy them. Haruhi your wallet.” Kyoya holds out his hand.

  “Oh yeah I forgot.” She goes through her purse.

  “Just be sure to get the receipt.”

——

“Hey senpai?” Haruhi sat down on a bench.

  “Why do you think that Tamaki-senpai is always so eager to help people when they’re in need?”

   “You mean when theres nothing to gain? Who knows.”

  “Maybe he gains the pleasure of just helping someone, just because.” Y/n sighed looking ahead.

  “So when you help someone, how exactly do you benefit from it? Money? Or reputation? Or is it more abstract? Because the way I see it, Tamaki-senpai gets something out of helping others, that doesn’t necessarily mean involving them paying him back. So maybe when you get right down to it, the two of you aren’t so different after all.”

  “Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. A little boy named Kyoya Ootori is lost inside the store. Repeat Kyoya Ootori is lost. His guardian Suoh is waiting for him at the 2nd floor information counter.”

   “-Kyoya is 5’11”, tall with black hair and wearing prescription glasses.”

Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

 As y/n chokes out a laugh.

 “Kyoya’s guardian mentions he may or may not be travelling with Y/n L/n. Whose whereabouts are also unknown.”

“Oh you got to be kidding me.”

 “That damn idiot. I’ll kill him!” Kyoya glares.

  The three walk up to the second floor, finding the rest of the club.

“Kyoya! Y/n! There you are! We were so worried about you. Why is Haruhi with you?” Tamaki look at the group.

   “Better question is what’s with the dog?” Y/n stared at the blonde dog.

  “Isn’t she beautiful? I got her at this amazing place they call a pet shop!” The dog licks Tamaki’s face.

  “Hey, cut it out Antoinette!”

“How am I exactly like this moron?” Kyoya asked.

  “Maybe it’s the fact that you helped a stranger.” Y/n stands beside kyoya

   “She wasn’t-“

“You and I both know you didn’t see that ring through the stall. You’re not some terrible person, you still have a heart, why hide it.” Y/n grinned.

   Kyoya smiled lightly.

Haruhi stood back and watched the two.

  Then something clicked.

  ‘Oh she gets it now’

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Chapter Seven

The night I come home from Dublin I don’t sleep. I lay awake and leave the window wide open so that I can hear the wind rustling through the trees outside, hoping that its gentle sounds and the roar of the waves in the distance will rock me to sleep. I check my phone for what must be the tenth time that hour, and the time: 3:25 AM, glares out at me through the screen. When I peer around the gauzy curtains I can see that the sun has already begun to rise, and I know that if I don’t get to sleep soon there’ll be no point in even trying. I flip my pillow over to the cooler side and try my best to get comfortable, but it’s no use. My mind is still racing from the day behind me and every time I shut my eyes I have visions of Dublin streets and sky, the gallery, the park, the fancy hotel toilets, and Jude’s face under the lights on the dancefloor. 

I give up eventually and reach to grab my laptop from beneath the bed and start scrolling through Facebook. I type Jude’s name into the search bar and look through his photos, clicking and clicking until they loop back around to the start again. It’s kind of mindless, and I don’t really know why I’m doing it, but seeing moments of his life captured in these still images stirs something inside me. His face among strangers’, hanging out and laughing in a park somewhere, or in what looks like a nightclub bathroom, trying to cover his face with his hand as he leans against a sink. There are some photos of him wearing a school uniform, hats, scarves or winter coats, standing in the snow. All versions of him that are hard for me to imagine when to me he seems like he belongs somehow to this beach and this summer. Jude, as the character he is in my head, always wears shorts, and his skin is always golden tanned, he doesn’t exist in other seasons or other places.

I grab my phone from the bedside table and open up my messages. There are so many unanswered ones from Liam and my stomach feels sick with guilt as I scroll through them. I was so busy hanging out with the guys in Dublin all day that I didn’t spare a moment to text him back even though I saw the texts as they came in throughout the day. I ignored them.

Good Morning!

Hope you’re having a good day!

Hey, how’s Dublin?

Surf School was good today, really had fun with the under 10s group 🙂 

…Helloooooo? lol

Hey, is everything okay?

Can you text me back if you see my messages? 😦 

What time are you coming back? Maybe we could meet for a walk on the beach if you’re not too tired. 

Okay Goodnight – maybe I’ll run into you tomorrow… 

I start typing a panicked message in response, but then I quickly delete it. If he sees that I’m awake at this hour of the night he’ll assume there’s something crazy going on with me, so I decide that I’ll wait a few more hours and go down to meet him when he opens up the Surf Shack at seven o’clock. There’s no chance of me falling asleep before then anyway, I’ve officially given up. I lie back on the pillows and count the wood chips on the ceiling.

It’s a bright, fresh morning when I leave the caravan park. The grass is wet, and little beads of dew stick to my ankles and feet as I weave through the caravans. I found a shortcut to the beach through a little gate at the back of the park a few weeks ago that lets me bypass the busy village every time I head down for my swim. I swing through it and jog up the sandy boardwalk towards the Shack, my footsteps drumming hollowly on the wooden slats. 

The lights are on inside the Surf Shack when I get there, and through the windows I see his mop of blonde curly hair bobbing about as Liam sets up shop. I try the door but it’s still locked so I tap on the glass to get his attention. He looks up in surprise, but surprise turns to something else he sees it’s me. The corners of his mouth turn downwards like he’s tasted something sour, and dread erupts in my stomach.

He opens the door but only slightly, making sure that he’s not leaving enough space for me to squeeze inside with him. “Nobody is allowed in until we open at eight.” I feel surprised by the coldness of his voice. I didn’t think what I’d done was really that bad. 

“Listen, Liam,” I say. “I’m so sorry I didn’t text you back yesterday, time just got away from me and I was too busy to check my phone.”

“Couldn’t find even a minute, no?” He looks so hurt by this. “I know, I should have but it all was just moving so fast I honestly just forgot.”

He sighs. “It’s fine. Well I’m glad nothing horrible happened to you, I was only stressing out and genuinely worried for you all day.” He goes back into the surf shack, but leaves the door open a smidge, not inviting me in, but not trying to stop me either. 

 He’s got the coffee machine warming up inside, its hums and gurgles fill the room and the smell of roasted coffee beans permeates. It’s rare to see the shop like this, a moment of serenity in the day before the crowds descend upon it but the silence this morning doesn’t feel peaceful, it’s heavy and thick in the air like butter, tension so sharp that you could cut it with a knife. I lean against a counter and watch him take the chairs off the tables and place little ketchup and mustard bottles in the centre of each one. 

“There was really nothing to worry about, you knew I was with the lads.” I say, trying to sound breezy, but this seems to irritate him. “Yeah, I know.”

“I just wish you’d known that we were just-”

“I said it’s fine already though, why do you want to keep explaining what your thought process was?”

I don’t say anything else. He shakes his head and keeps working. “I just thought it a bit odd that you texted me all day every day for nearly a week straight, and then the minute you’re off with another fella I don’t hear a peep out of you.”

“But it’s not like that” I say defensively. “It was Jen who invited me to come with them.”

“Yeah so what?”

“So I don’t get what you’re trying to say. A minute ago you said you were worried that something might have happened to me, and now it seems like you’re saying that I was off galivanting with another boy.”

This pisses him off, and he’s storming around the room now, angrily arranging glass apple juice bottles in the fridge and trying his best to avoid looking at me. I’m not a fan of this weird jealous streak that he has, my skin is prickling with frustration. How unfair is this? He’s not even listening to me trying to explain how it really was. 

“You don’t seem to get it.” He says to me, and I think I’d like to say the same thing to him. 

“What do I not get?”

“About why I might not like it if you’re spending a whole day with Jude.”

“So it’s about Jude?” I say incredulously.

“No it’s not about Jude.” He spits out his name. “It’s about the fact that everywhere that you go, boys, any boys, all boys are going to be looking at you in that way.”

“Like what?”

“Ah! You know ‘like what’. You know that you’re a good looking girl, and you know that the boys can’t keep their eyes off of you when you’re out.”

I laugh in outrage. “You think I was up in Dublin for the day flirting away with Jude?” Liam is still shaking his head, upset, jaw set and rigid as he’s wiping down the counter, but I can feel my anger bubbling up now too and I’m not sure if I can cease it. “Are you jealous of Jen too?” I demand. “In the interest of fairness I suppose you’d have to be. Maybe they both fancy the arse off me.”

He sighs. “It’s not about her, obviously, and by the way I’m not jealous of him, I-”

“Maybe we all did a big dirty three way kiss in the park while everyone watched,” I cut in. “and they invited me to Dublin especially so that we could do that, we planned it all out beforehand, got a caterer for the big show.” I realise that I’ve flown off the handle and become a bit ridiculous, so I take a breath and try to reign myself back in. “I- I’m sorry, Liam, but you’re stressing about nothing. It was just a trip to a stupid gallery. We looked at art and we ate some ice cream.” I wrap my arms around myself protectively and can feel my heart jumping behind my ribcage. “They only invited me because they felt sorry for me and they thought I wanted to get some space after Kelly embarrassed me at the barbeque.”

He stops working and finally looks at me in defeat, shrugging. “Okay, fine then.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. Believe you about what happened, but you can’t blame me for wondering about it when you didn’t text me all day.”

“No, well, I suppose I can’t blame you.” I say reluctantly.

“I know what everyone thinks about him, and I wasn’t jealous – just freaked out by it. Girls like Jude, and boys are bound to like you. I was just spinning out and thinking how horrible I’d feel if you were up there picking him over me.”

“That wouldn’t happen.” I say. “I’m not picking anybody over you. And even if I did like him that way, which I don’t, he definitely doesn’t see me like that. Believe me, he showed no interest whatsoever, and I don’t think he’d have cared if I wasn’t even there.” When I say this I’m sure it’s true. Jude being capable of seeing me as anything but Shane’s little sister’s friend is an impossibility. Whatever myriad of things somebody like him would be looking for in a girl, I’m sure I have none of those same qualities, and this is why I’m so surprised by Liam’s suspicions.

I reach out for his hand, and he lets me take it. “Can we be friends again?”

“Yeah.” He says. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone at you like that. I don’t know why I was so paranoid.”

“No, I should have texted back, you’re right.”

He smiles at me and my heart lifts, knowing that things are fixed between us and now everything is going to be okay again. 

“You have nothing to worry about.” I say to him, “I like you, not somebody else, and after you finish work later I think that we should go and grab some dinner in town, and talk it over properly once we feel better.”

“That sounds good.” He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I’ll ask my dad to drive us there in the Jeep.”

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sleepy affections

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『 h e e s e u n g  🐁』  

heeseung would probably be reading a book, all whilst yejun is curled up in between his legs scrolling through her socials on a mundane weekday afternoon

might not even notice how tired she is until her head lolls back, phone in her hand going slack

“yejun?” and...silence but heeseung readjusts her so she is not craning her neck in anyway

heeseung can’t see her face, but it immediately puts a smile to his face knowing that she was comfortable around him to completely relax in his presence 

book forgotten, he might even wrap his arms around yejun and just take a short nap like that: cuddling her

would stay in that position till he needs to get up or when she gets up

『 s u n g h o o n 🐇』  

sunghoon would probably be making his way back from grabbing a cup of water at 3am in the morning (you have no idea how refreshing water taste in the middle of the night) when he spots yejun at her desk

silently stands by the door as yejun’s gaze is all unfocused and her hands have ceased to type into whatever editing she is doing (sunghoon knows for sure because he could still here yejun typing and mumbling away from his bedroom right before he fell asleep)

finally decides to break the silence by going into the room and just promptly dragging her out of her slump, not forgetting to switch off everything before leaving the room

“you’re not falling asleep at your desk”

winds up in his bed sleeping the rest of the night away 

『 j a y 🐈 』

jay would probably be closing up the store where he’s working part time at and finds yejun waiting patiently at the bench outside the shop

boy is all excited and hurries to switch off the lights but when he finally stands in front of her, a (stupid, cute, utterly breathtaking, akjsdhasd) grin on his face at her dozing off

“yejun, wake up. let’s go home.”

jay would totally pretend to make a big fuss out of it, but in the end willingly carries yejun on his back 

finds it cute that she’s lightly snoring and will for sure tease her about it when she wakes up

doesn’t admit it but he is an absolute sucker for such intimate moments

『 j a k e 🐕 』

jake would be recounting his day to her as soon as yejun makes herself comfortable in his bed 

this lovely puppy is just too hyped up in telling the best parts of his day he somewhat fails to notice how dog-tired (pun intended) yejun is

poor yejun just presses a hand over jake’s lips and hushes him, effectively stopping him mid-ramble about whether the chicken came first or the egg

“let me just...close my eyes...” proceeds to bury herself under jake’s blanket, a common occurrence

jake’s now amused (and much quieter) as yejun lays still beside him in the bed they’re sharing, eyelids fluttering close

『 s u n o o 🦊 』

sunoo would be watching a movie (that yejun promises she’d try to be awake this time round), hands busying with grabbing chips from the bag in front of him

out of the corner of his eyes, he’s keeping tabs on whether yejun’s staying true to her words (because doctor strange is hot and sunoo just wants someone to fawn over the character)

sunoo also isnt surprised when she starts curling up into herself, head automatically landing in his lap

“you are going to fall asleep right, noona?” “no, i was just getting comfortable.”

sunoo still teasingly laughs at yejun’s sleeping form because he’s the only one left watching a movie he’s watched multiple times

『 j u n g w o n 🐈 』

jungwon is perceptive in a way he knows when yejun’s tired, especially so after taking a drowsy cough syrup 

“come on off to bed noona.” “you’re babying me, i can see it”

jungwon is practically herding yejun into any bed (read: his bed) tucking her in, then quickly closing the blinds and doors before lying beside her

he’s gazing at her as yejun does the same, though sleep is apparent in her eyes 

finds it funny that yejun’s resisting sleep whenever jungwon’s around her (but that’s really because yejun’s protective of the maknae line, wanting to show her strong side)

unconsciously, jungwon’s rubbing her shoulder, helping her sleep better and it does work 

『 n i k i 🐆』

niki would be at the back of the car with yejun, the gentle shaking of the car making him awake more than he’d like

niki liked car ride trips when he could daydream, but he likes it better with yejun because he knew how she had a tendency to take cat naps (HAHA cat naps-) when she travels

and that to niki MEANS time to take whatever unglams and send them into group chat for fun 

okay but for real, niki would pull yejun closer to him and would stay awake until the two of them reaches their destination 

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Hi! It's Winter! Have a nice day!

Bed Partners

The constant ringing from her cell phone startled her awake. It had taken her over an hour to fall asleep and she groaned when she looked at the clock glowing on her husband’s side of the bed. 11:45 PM.

“Sweetie, give me space. I need to answer that,” Brigitte whispered. Unfortunately, her words were not met with actions.

She threw her head back on the pillow. It was pointless because he wasn’t going to move. His loud snores were an indication that he was in a deep slumber. Nothing and no one was capable of waking him up at this point.

Brigitte looked at her phone and shrugged. Whoever it is will have to leave a message. 

The dings came through in rapid succession. “Darling, please move.” Her pleas went unanswered and, by now, she knew who was desperately trying to get a hold of her. 

When she was finally able to retrieve her cell phone, she scrolled through the messages, laughing when she saw that all 12 texts were from her husband. She dialled his number and waited for him to answer. (Which he did on the first ring). 

“Chérie! Did I wake you?” Emmanuel shouted enthusiastically into the phone, forgetting there was a 2-hour time difference between him and his wife. 

After a discreet yawn, she smiled, “You did wake me. I'm sorry I couldn’t answer your call - he wouldn’t move.” 

Emmanuel’s heart began to race. “He? He! You’re not alone?” 

“Emmanuel Macron, are you that lost without me that you can’t even think straight.” Brigitte teased. “Check your messages. I sent you a picture of my bed partner.” 

Without hanging up the call, he opened his messages, beaming when he saw a photo of their dog laying next to his wife. 

“See! Nemo is with me. He’s wide awake now. He must have heard your voice on the phone. He misses his daddy.” Brigitte confessed as she nuzzled their dog’s head. “And so do I.” 

Emmanuel had been missing his little family too. He couldn’t wait for this business trip to be over - if only to be back in bed with his wife, holding her as they slept. Their busy schedules made things difficult and time apart was unavoidable. Sometimes he couldn’t wait for his final term to be over.  

“I can’t believe I’m jealous of our dog right now,” Emmanuel admitted. 

“He snores just as loudly as you do, so it sounds like you’re beside me.” Brigitte chuckled and yawned again. “Thank goodness you’re not as hairy.” 

“I’ll let you sleep, chérie. I’ll call you in the morning.” Emmanuel promised. “I love you.” 

“Goodnight, I love you too,” Brigitte replied before ending the call and tossing her phone back on the charger. 

As Emmanuel got ready for bed, his private phone beeped. When he saw who the text was from, he immediately unlocked his phone, concerned that something horrible had happened to Brigitte in the middle of the night. 

Upon opening the message, his face broke out in the brightest smile. 

He read the text out loud: Nemo and I miss you. 

He quickly typed back: I’ll be home in 16 hours. I miss you too. Tell Nemo his daddy will see him soon. And I have a gift for him!  

His eyes lit up when he saw her typing. So, you’re counting down the hours, I see.

His brain moved faster than his thumbs. Always. Being away from you is torture sometimes. 

He waited for her response…. Nothing. 90 seconds had gone by and still no reply. He began to grow anxious until, suddenly, a photo appeared. 

He could barely type: Chérie! Are you naked under the sheet? 

She had angled the bed sheets and camera just enough to expose a generous amount of skin. 

Teasingly, she wrote back: maybe… maybe not. Dream of me tonight and tomorrow you’ll get your answer. 😉 

Hello Winter! ❤️

The little twist of the bed partner! Emmanuel jealous of Nemo is peak jealousy hahaha

Now that Brigitte is naked under the sheet, I hope Nemo is no longer there with her… 💀

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️

[sicjimin]

15. “Are you sure? I don't wanna make a mess...”

38. “My stomach…really hurts.”

Sick Jungkook going to Jimins hotel room for comfort with his stomach hurting and being really bloated and loud. If you’re comfortable maybe some burps? Oh and belly rubs please

a.n : hii anon im so sorryyy this takes months to finish TT i hope you're still herejsjdnsnd here we go, im sorry if theres not enough burps or belly rubs in here, but still i hope this up to ur expectation. thank u for requesting .. and ur patience TT

Jimin chuckles when he heard knocking on his hotel room, already knowing who's standing behind. He put his phone on the table beside his bed, once again ruffling his damp hair from showering as he walks to open the door.

"Have you eaten dinner?", Jimin asks, trailing the guest from behind, and playfully slaps the younger thighs when Jungkook immediately plops on his bed without saying anything. " Yah!"

"Noo", Jungkook finally answers, huffing as he shifts into more comfortable position—one that didn't give too much pressure on his stomach.

"Why? The menu today is delicious", Jimin walks to the table where all of his dinner is there—steak, ramyeon, and tteobokki. " Do you want some? I was just about to eat when you knock"

"No ..", Jungkook answers once again. Voice muffled as he nuzzled against the pillow and sheets.

"Why are you coming here if you only going to sleep", Jimin rumbles, opening the ramyeon—deciding to let the younger be.

He already finished with his dinner, comfortably laying on his back beside Jungkook that still soundly asleep there, not even moving a muscle. He was in the middle of reading something on Naver, when he feels Jungkook shifts, turning to face him and nuzzling closer. Jimin frowns, as Jungkook isn't one clingy type and ask for cuddles when he sleeps—hell, he even need to forced him for a cuddle in daily.

But Jimin shrugs it off when there's no other movement other than the tattoed arms now wrapping around his middle and he could feel Jungkook's warm breath over his skin. He continues to scroll, and almost had phone smacking Jungkook's head as he didn't realize he's dozing off when he heard a low rumbles.

"Hyung.."

"Huh?", Jimin groggily response. He yawns, and groaned when his muscles aches a bit as he stretches it. "You awake?"

"My stomach .. hurts"

Jimin's eyes widen. "What?", he twists his body, to get a better look on his dongsaeng, that apparently not messing with him. His face pinched, and with how he had been maintaining the same posture—curling his body until his legs pressed against his chest, he wonder how long Jungkook had been feeling like that.

"Since when?", Jimin asks, he sits up straight now.

Jungkook rub his cheeks against the soft fabric, still not wanting to open his eyes as he mumbles, "After the concert..."

"And why you just tell me now, Jungkook-ah ...", Jimin sighs, "How bad is it?"

"I don't know .. it's just .. bad", Jungkook breathes out in every words, clearly whining. He hates feeling sick.

Jimin sighs, brushing the younger hair that falls into his eyes, "Wait here .. i will try to ask for something", he says before standing up and walking from his room. Their staff must have something.

Jimin halts on his feet, looking at his phone. It's almost midnight. There's no way he gonna knock on the staff door this late.

"Jimin?"

Jimin turns, his eyes sparkling at the sight of the older, "Yoongi hyunggg", he grins, smiling so wide as relief washes over him. Yoongi frowns, clearly confused at the latter act, why he looks so happy?

"Why are you standing there?", Yoongi asks as he walks to his room. He cocked his eyebrow when Jimin trails from behind and stands awkwardly, waiting for Yoongi to press the key. "Why? You wan't to sleep with me?"

Jimin snickers, "Hyung ..", he starts, "Do you happen to have something for stomachache?"

"Are you sick?", Yoongi asks back, tossing his mask, hat, and bag to the bed. He let Jimin trails in, "I think i have some hot pack and medicine here", he mumbles as he rummaging through his bag.

Jimin sits on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently until Yoongi turns around and hands him the goods. "Who's sick?", Yoongi asks as he ruffles his hair after being cooped under the hat. "Jungkookie .."

"Huh? What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know", Jimin answers, standing up to go back to his room, "He just barges into my room and sleep, then complaining that his stomach hurts", he explains. "Anyway, thank you hyung!"

Yoongi hums, trailing behind the younger, "Call me if you need help", he murmurs. Jimin nods, shooting him a thank you again before he quickly rush to his own room.

***

Jimin expected Jungkook to fall back into sleep, or still laying down curled in like before. But what he found once he's stepped in his room .. is really out of his expectation.

"Jungkook!", he almost yells, heart thumping loudly in his chest with worry. He quickly kneels in front of the younger that bent over his waist, on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. Jungkook had his arms wrapped around his middle, and his free one making a fist—pressing it hard agaisnt his lips. "Kook .. hey, what's wrong?", Jimin softly asks, running his fingers through the younger locks.

He got his answers as Jungkook burped into his fist, that caused him to shuddered, and a second later morph into a belch. Jungkook sucks a deep breath, before shaking his head furiously. "No .. hyung. Move", he chokes out. Every movement of his lips sending a bland taste of saliva coating more of his mouth. "I'm gonna throw up", he breathes shakily, before a burp interrupts once again. This time wetter, and before he can react, liquid seeps from his lips, to his palm. Jungkook eyes widen, as if his body losing it's control. "Hyung ..", he chokes out, eyes wide as he burp some more, and just like before—mouthful of liquid coming out.

Jimin gasps, stepping behind as vomit dripping from Jungkook's fingers. "Kookie .. kookie", he chants, panic. "Can you move to the bathroom?"

Jungkook shakes his head. His adams apple bobbing up and down fast as next round of vomit already licking his throat, and his stomach is too fragile now to move. Especially with the .. disgusting sensation of vomit coating his lips, cheeks, and palm ... Oh .. one wrong movement and everything would become a bigger mess. "No ..", he mumbles behind his palms.

"Okay ... okay", Jimin breathes in, trying to calm himself for a second. He looks around, about to snatch the trashcan from bathroom, but when Jungkook jerks forward once again with gag—he knows he doesn't have enough time for that. So, Jimin takes the blanket, dripping it over Jungkook's laps, some of it falling into the floor, and cupped some of it over Jungkook's mouth. "It's okay ..", Jimin murmurs softly, encourages the younger that shocked with his action.

"No no no ..", Jungkook shut his eyes, still stubbornly keeping his vomit-coated hands clamped his mouth. "I will make a me—", his words cut off as his stomach rumbled, sending a wet burp along with bigger streams of vomit out of his lips. Jungkook sways forward, letting his hand falls weakly over the blanket, and vomit dripping from his lips. He pants.

"It's okay, Kook .. let it out", Jimin shifts a bit, hands not moving from Jungkook's mouth, as the younger brings up more of his lunch out. The initially white blanket, now soiled with pale brown liquid. Jimin bites his lips, trying to not get affected with the sight or the smell of it.

Jungkook is sick.

Jungkook opens his mouth wider, now water spraying from his lips as he retches—and Jimin massage his nape with one of his free hand. "You're doing great, Kook ..", he murmurs soothingly.

It takes Jungkook few more round, until he sagged against Jimin's body beside him, and grimaces at the mess below him. "Oh gosh .. hyung ..", he croakes out, sniffling, "I'm sorry i make a mess .."

Jimin snorts, ruffling Jungkook's hair and shifts the younger a bit so he can moves. "It's okay, Kook. You're sick. And this can be cleaned by the hotel", he says softly, moving to crumpled the soiled blanket and bring it over the laundry basket. He then walks out to places it in front of his room for the laundry-man to take it the next morning, while also ask the staff to call the hotel for new blanket.

"See?", Jimin walts in, handing younger that looks tired and out of it glass of water, "Everything is fine, Kook"

"Still .. i'm sorry", Jungkook pouts.

"Are you already feel better?"

Jungkook shrugs. He doesn't know. He's feeling icky, and .. not okay—like sick, but not /that/ sick either.

"I don't know", he mutters, "My stomach still kinda upset"

Jimin pats his side as he plops on the bed, with hot pack in hand and Yoongi's medicine. Jungkook crawled in, resting his head over the older chest, "Yoongi hyung gave me this. Medicine .. but you have to eat first before you take it"

Jungkook's throat tighten at the thought of eating. He groans, shaking his head, "Later .."

Jimin chuckles, shaking the hot pack before placing it over the younger stomach, "Then i think this will do"

Jungkook hums, letting himself being comfortable, before he tugs the older wrist, "Rub it hyung .."

"What?"

"Stomach ... rubs ..", Jungkook mumbles, already dozing off with sleep as he feels exhausted.

Jimin snickers, but comply regardless. He slides his hand over his baggy shirt, moving the hot pack a bit to make a room as he starts to moves his palm in circular motion. "Gosh .. your stomach is really upset, Kook", he murmurs—feeling how hard it is, and how it rumbled under his touch.

Jungkook moans, "Don't press to hard", he croakes out, pressing his fist as another fit of burp escapes him. Jimin's palm feeling like it guides the gas and bile up to his pipe.

Jimin winces sheepishly, "Sorry", he lifts his palm a bit, "Better?"

Jungkook hums. And it didn't take long until Jimin heard a soft snores from the younger. Jimin smiles, and retracting his palm as Jungkook already fall asleep.

"Hyung ..", Jungkook whines, tugging his wrist and places it over his stomach again. Jimin frowns, before ruffling Jungkook's hair and accepted his new job. "You're so demanding"

[scented-morker]

Falling asleep around dream

gn!Reader x bf!Nct Dream, no warnings, 1.2k words, fluff

Mark

It was a super chill day at home, Mark was being his prime bf material self

I’m talking messy hair and glasses while he plays Justin Bieber on his guitar

So you’re both just kinda chilling on his bed, you sitting up against the pillows and him in the edge with his guitar

You’re scrolling on your phone when he starts singing, and you immediately turn your phone off to listen to his sweet voice

Fast forward to ten minutes later, he turns to ask you something and you’re knocked out on his bed

He just laughs, mumbling a “really dude?” before climbing up with you, pulling the blanket over you and snuggling in

Renjun

The type to pretend to hate it but actually makes heart eyes the entire time

The type to pretend to hate it but actually makes heart eyes the entire time

Like you’re watching some dumb cartoon in the tv

And ofc you love spending time with your boyfriend <33 so you came to see him even tho you had an exhausting week

He noticed obviously, mentioning a few times that you could go lay down in his room, but you just waved him off.

Eventually you give in, and Renjun feels your head drop onto his shoulder, before sliding off at a weird angle so he has to fix it.

He shakes his head at the action, lightly wiggling your shoulder to bring you a little bit conscious

“You need to go lay down” he makes it a statement instead of a question this time.

“No, no I wanna stay with you.”

He just rolls his eyes and moves both of you to his bed instead, telling you to “not be so stupid next time and just sleep when you need to”

Jeno

He had taken you out that day to work out with him

It was tough, but you mostly kept up with him, something he was really proud of you for 💗

Except now you were dead tired, your entire body just completely drained from all the activity

“Baby let’s get some food in you hm?” He hums when he sees you staring off into space

“Mmm” you whine, feeling too tired to form words

“What?”

“Too tired, don’t wanna move.”

He smiles, ruffling your hair before standing up to grab a snack from the kitchen

You’re leaning back against the couch when he comes back, head lolling back and forth as you fight to stay awake.

“Baby open up,” he tells you, and you let him feed you a few bites.

You end up with food on your face, and he pauses to go back and get a napkin

He realizes, when he has to manually move your head to wipe your face, that you’ve fallen asleep

His eyes disappear into crescents as he brings you to rest on his chest, kissing your temple and eating the rest of your food himself

Donghyuck

The second you walked through the doors Hyuck had clung to your side, telling you how tired he was after his week of promotions

So you, being the good partner you are, told him the two of you could just relax and cuddle for the day, you were a little tired too anyway

However you soon realized that he wasn’t as tired as he led you to believe

“Hyuckie leave me alone I’m trying to nap”

“But ynnnn,” he whines from on top of you

“I thought you were tired. Or did you just not want me to be around the others?”

He doesn’t respond and you realize you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Oh my gosh I’m right aren't I? You aren’t tired, you're just needy.”

He pouts, and you can’t help but soften at the sight.

“Maybe.. but your needy boyfriend wants your attention. Don’t you have to give it to me?”

“Fine, come here,” you give in, letting him lay on you and stroking his hair for him.

When your hands stop he whines, turning to check on you when you don’t respond to it and seeing you asleep

He laughs quietly about how he was the one saying he was sleepy and yet you were the one passed out on his bed.

He just lays back down on you, quickly following you into dreamland

Jaemin

The two of you had gone out the night before, now both laying in your bed while trying to wake up all the way

He rubs his eyes, looking down at you and seeing you squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the light

“Here baby,” his hands are immediately covering your eyes, shielding them from the morning light.

“You don’t have to do that Nana,” you giggle at his overdramatic antics, grabbing his wrist to remove his hand

“You’re right, you can just use me as a shield.” He motions to the spot between his head and chest, and you quickly lay in it, your breath fanning his collarbone.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbles after a few minutes, already feeling relaxed and practically asleep again.

You don’t respond, so he pokes your cheek a few times.

“Baby? Are you asleep?”

He takes your lack of response as a yes, smiling as he pulls you tighter into his body and gives in himself.

Chenle

You know that like challenge where you sit on your boyfriend's lap while he plays video games?

I honestly feel like that would be a kind of common thing in your relationship

Like neither one of you were very good at words, and you didn’t like pda in front of others so when you’re all alone you just try to absorb each other’s presence.

So you’re sitting on his lap, chest to chest while he types away passionately on his keyboard

You play with his hair whenever he gets a little too fired up, relaxing him with your touch against his scalp

You’re completely draped over him, and he finally closes the game out, laying his head against yours for a moment

He realizes you’re asleep when you don’t laugh at one of his jokes, and he quickly tries to pick you up to lay you on the bed

“Lele,” you mumble, having woken up at the movement.

“Yes love?”

“Did we win?”

He laughs, “well I definitely did,” he says, gently laying your head down on his pillow before crawling in next to you.

Jisung

He honestly wouldn’t even notice at first

Like you’d be having a movie night with the other guys and he’d spend the first half of the movie whispering to you

That is, until Hyuck told you to stfu because you were being louder than the movie

But ofc, no one realized that Jisung’s silly comments were the only thing keeping you conscious.

So when the movie gets boring and he isn't talking anymore, you quickly fall asleep.

Your head rests on his shoulder, and Jisung goes along with it, thinking it a sign of affection rather than a reaction of you falling asleep.

So he interlocks your hands, letting you keep your head there for the hour left

However, once credits start rolling the boys are paying a little more attention to what’s going on, one of them quickly realizing you’re asleep

“No they’re not, they’re just relaxing. That movie was boring.”

“Hey!” Renjun is offended since he picked the movie, but the other boys are too distracted to back him up

“Look at them.”

Jisung finally does, seeing you resting peacefully on his side

“Oh,” he says simply, some heat making its way to his cheeks.

He lets you stay there anyway, yelling at the boys for teasing him because he doesn’t want to wake you up

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || S/O FALLING ASLEEP ON THEIR SHOULDER

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments 

| form : headcanons

| published : 16 november 

| request : how would the jujukai boys react if their s/o falls asleep on their shoulder pls n thanks :)

| barista’s notes : hi hi! yes I have finally posted something for you guys today ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／thank you all for being so patient and the good luck messages that i have received today, makes my little heart feel warm ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ and to the person that requested this, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and please come again soon ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

ITADORI YUJI:

Lowkey, I feel like he’s the one that would fall asleep on your shoulder first before you even could.

Like have you seen him in the anime opening, the boy can probably sleep anywhere if he wanted to.

But for the benefit of the doubt, let’s switch my assumption of mine and put you in the hot seat this time.

Once your head hits his shoulder, Itadori would be really surprised at this sudden action, because it’s usually him that would do that - yeah I ain’t letting my assumption go...

However, he really doesn’t mind that you have fallen asleep since both of you had just finished a mission and he could tell you were extremely tired after the whole thing.

He will probably admire you for a quick few seconds, before wondering if you were even comfortable in the position that you were in 

Like does your neck hurt? Is his shoulder too hard to sleep on? Will you fall off?

So after many questions roaming around in his head, Itadori will try to position your head in a more comfortable position.

However, this will probably wake you up, causing your boyfriend to apologise before you smile at him and place your head back on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry! You looked really uncomfortable, so I wanted to move your head to put you in a more comfortable position”

“Babe it’s okay, thank you for worrying, but don’t worry I’m comfortable”

Itadori will wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him, making sure your head doesn’t fall - especially if you and him are in a car.

Probably a few minutes later, he will rest his head on top of yours and sleep himself, leading to Fushiguro to wake the both of you up after you had reached back to Jujutsu High.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: 

Fushiguro will instantly become stiff once he feels your head placed on his shoulder.

He was probably scrolling through his phone, unaware of how tired you were feeling after the mission the both of you had today.

Of course, Gojo threw one of his lower grade missions at you and Fushiguro since from Ijichi’s narrative he was probably ‘slacking off’

But that’s not that topic of this headcanon right now!

Fushiguro will probably turn to look at you with a surprised expression on his face, like as if you can see him - girl, you fell asleep.

Unlike Itadori, Fushiguro is the type that will probably space out and admire you for quite some time.

He will push back any hair that has fallen in front of your face to be able to admire the whole thing.

If Itadori and Nobara are in the car with you guys, there will be some teasing that will come - there is no doubt about that.

However, if both of you are alone, just let the guy stare at you for some time.

Fushiguro will probably slowly move your body to lay you down onto his lap so he doesn’t fear your head slipping off his shoulder.

He also will probably take off his uniform jacket to cover your body to keep your warm and will 100% play with your hair since you do the same thing for him when the both of you are in his room back at the school.

This is the most affection he would give you outside of yours and his dorm room - and you ain’t even awake to witness this…….damn.

GOJO SATORU:

Let’s be honest here, you probably refuse to rest your head on his shoulder because you know this man will never let you sleep.

However, you lowered your guard down and “accidentally” fell asleep on his shoulder when you and him were heading to a meeting with the school principal.

Gojo will probably constantly poke your cheek leading you to wake up and become annoyed that your cat nap was interrupted.

“Stop poking my damn cheek Satoru,”

“Honey, your cheeks are basically mochi”

I- 

Ha?

OR you are really tired and this tactic of his doesn’t work.

If you are in a deep sleep, Gojo will lift up his blindfold to take a clearer look at you since this is one of the rare moments that Gojo has seen you vulnerable outside of your room.

Mate you legit missed the chance to see his beautiful blue eyes…..I’m ashamed.

Since you weren’t awake to hit his head, he would most likely try to move you onto his lap and position the side of your head on his shoulder or the crook of his neck.

After that, he would no doubt place a light lingering kiss on your forehead and probably peck your cheek a few times before completely wrapping his arm around you to keep you secure and warm since you didn’t have your seatbelt on anymore.

“How the hell did you put me in this position without waking me up?”

“You were just really tired honey~ but you looked so cute!”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Man will push your head off.

Period.

[alpacinosgf]

MILK AND ROSES CH.3

ALSO ON AO3

Rated: Explicit (Dirty Talk, Girl on Top, Choking)

Word Count: 4.5k

There’s really no sleep quite like the one after a good lay. And a full night’s sleep in a bed bigger than your own bedroom is something you never thought you’d experience. Your bliss is short lived however, you jump awake at the sound of your phone buzzing violently. You groan quietly into the cool material of the pillow, and pull yourself up to find the source of your annoyance. You point blank refuse to leave the comfort of the wide bed and do your best to stretch your arm as far as possible to reach your small bag. On the third attempt and third almost tumble off the mattress, you get it and quickly unlock it to see your phone flooded with notifications from your friends.

Shit, you’ve slept in till noon, you go to wake Oz before realising you’re alone.

Shit again. Why does that kind of sting?

You lie back in the bed with a heavy sigh before scrolling through all the messages. Some are concerned and serious ones but a couple are just eye emojis. Well, you did promise details. You begin to type when you hear some shuffling in the bathroom. You place your phone on your chest and listen before Oz comes back to the bedroom. He rubs at his jaw and down to his neck to disperse his aftershave and when he sees you watching he visibly lights up. That sting from thinking he'd left the apartment replaced with a giddiness you’re not used to. He approaches the bed and kneels on the soft mattress with his good leg to give a soft kiss to your temple. You smile up at him, bringing your hand up to play with his gold chain in your fingers.

“How’d you sleep, doll?” He asks between pecks to your head, his voice is a little rougher to your ears but it’s got a nice almost tangible feel. His eyes move over you below him, wrapped up in his sheets. He could get used to seeing you there.

“I slept great, I only woke up ‘cos my friends are texting me non-stop” you tell him, stretching your legs out.

“Oh” he says with realisation, he gives a sly smile before he plants a kiss to your lips. “Be sure to tell ‘em I fucked your brains out, sweetheart” he laughs as he moves back from the bed.

“I’m under strict instruction to give gory details!” you laugh as you pick up your phone again.

“I’m gonna make us some food, alright? Eggs an’ bacon good for you?” He calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room. He’s still in his vest and boxers. You noticed as he left, he has a thick scar going around the ankle of his bad leg. It doesn’t look like the joint bends as naturally as the other and you internally cringe at the sight. It doesn’t bother you he has a limp; you haven’t thought about it much. Knowing he’s more than likely in chronic pain with it is what bothers you. It’s no wonder he always has that uncomfortable look on his face when he moves.

“Yes, please!” You shout out to him just as you begin to hear music in the foyer. You finally begin typing.

“Alright I’m alive, everyone” You send and immediately see several ellipses bubbles pop up. You decide to get it out there before they even ask.

 “Best dick of my life btw”

Some of the bubbles stop. Then the messages flood in.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN”

“FOR REAL???”

“I was told there would be details in this chat”

You grin at the phone, typing quickly a recap of the night before.

“No joke. Guy ate me out like it was his job. I came twice from that then we had sex and I finished again. I’m talking massive dick btw. OH LMAO. He fucking owns the club so his place is huge. He’s making me breakfast”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS. I GOT A FUCKING DUD WHO FELL ASLEEP AS SOON AS WE GOT BACK TO MINE.”

You send back the smiling devil emoji.

“HE OWNS THE PLACE, WHAT??????”

“ok i severely underestimated the old guy, kinda jealous now”

You start to crawl out of the bed as the chat continues to recover from the news, and find Oz’s white shirt on the floor. It’s better than walking out to breakfast naked which you’re sure he wouldn’t oppose to, but put it on regardless. You’ve never really had a hook ups clothes be so oversized on you before you realise. It’s a welcome change to see the soft, wrinkled material fall to just before your knees. You begin to walk out to him and leave your phone on the bed, let them stew for more details for a while.

You half expected the music to come from a little record player or retro stereo but once again he surprises you, a small speaker in the corner of the kitchen worktop brings life to the apartment. Oz has his wide back to you as your hip leans against the dark marble island, he mumbles along to the song as he moves the scrambled egg in the pan and you recognise some old Springsteen is what he’s decided on. Typical Jersey boy.

You watch him a little longer and indulge in the domesticity of it all. You shuffle towards him at the stove and wrap your arms around his middle and give him a squeeze. He jerks in surprise and let’s out a nervous laugh as he turns his head back to you.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart! You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?” he flashes those gold teeth again and you smile against his shoulder. There’s freckles dotted along the skin that disappear under his vest.

“No, not like this anyway” you mumble as you lie your cheek flat against his back. You feel his laugh before you hear it, his stomach muscles fluttering under your spread hands. He shakes his head to himself like he doesn’t believe you’re still here in his apartment as he begins to plate your meal. A generous portion of eggs and bacon from a local butcher with toast and a cool glass of juice. It’s basic but a nice touch, you can’t remember the last time anybody cooked for you.

You release his middle as you graciously accept the plate, noticing he looks visibly more comfortable. Was he holding in his stomach before? You take the knife and fork he offers you and place them on your nearly overloaded plate as you move to the ostentatious dining table overlooking the city. You pull out a chair, eyes not leaving the skyline. It looked beautiful last night but the early afternoon light is perfect. It’s a decent day by Gotham standards. Oz meets you at the table and sees you marvelling at it all. It makes his chest fill with pride to see you appreciate his space.

He settles into the seat and reminds you to eat before it goes cold. You’re snapped out of the trance that the Gotham City tourism board wish they could bottle. You dig into the food, feeling your stomach grumble as you eat. You hadn’t eaten much before you had left for the club, you’d been too nervous but now you’re taking big bites out of your toast. You load the egg onto the buttered bread and use your hand to hold the bacon for your next bite. Oz raises a greying eyebrow at you but doesn’t say anything. He's glad to see someone else appreciate good food as much as him. You chat a little between bites, he asks what your plans are for the rest of the day. You shrug as you take a drink, it’s a free Saturday for you.

“I’ll drop you home whenever you want, I have to head to the Lounge soon anyways” he says as he lines the last bit of food onto his fork.

“Really? So early?” you ask though to be fair you don’t know the first thing about what running a nightclub must involve. He rolls his eyes and grunts. He obviously doesn’t want to get into it, fair. You don’t get to live in a place like this by having decent hours.

You go to pick up his plate and cutlery and put it on top of your own before he raises his hand in question. The skin where his watch sat looks slightly paler without it.

“What are you doin’? Leave that. I'll do it, babe” he explains, but you’re already over to the sink before he can get up.

“Least I can do! You’re not a bad cook y’know, Oz” you say as you wash the plates and begin to soak the frying pan. He doesn’t respond so you glance at him at the table, he’s rubbing at the back of his neck. God he hates compliments you realise. You pad over to him again, his chair is half moved from the table from when he tried to take the plates from you. You swiftly seat yourself on his lap.

“Is it okay if I have a shower?” you ask innocently, watching him swallow his nerves before placing his left arm on your hip, right rubbing the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Yeah, of course. You don’t gotta ask me, doll. I’ll try find some clothes. Don’t think you want to go home in that dress of yours” he smiles at you.

You move your ass against his lap and watch his surprise, he squirms a little under the contact.

“I meant that as an invite, Oz” you whisper before bending your head to kiss him. He kisses back a little harder, hand digging into your thigh. You moan into his mouth, tongue running against the scar at his lip before he pulls away. His large nose is pressed against yours as he speaks.

“Would that I could, doll. I can’t really fuck standing up too well” he explains with a certain level of disappointment in his dark eyes. You reply by way of a comedic pout. He lets out a sharp laugh at the sight, putting his hand over his eyes.

“Don’t make that fucking face!” he whines but you just pull at his much larger hand to wind him up further.

“I’ll end up killing you and me if we try fuck in the shower, I’m serious, babe” he brings his hand up to your face to enunciate his point. You let out a dramatic sigh and raise your eyes.

“FINE!”

You pretend to check your nails and ignore him, feeling him get a little harder under you as you do so. You try your level best not to crack as he calls your name softly to look at him. You know you’re already driving him crazy.

“Will you at least let me fuck you again?” you sniff as you look at him from the corner of your eye. His face is incredulous, not believing your words.

“Let you fuck me? Doll, you could do whatever you wanted to me and I’d let you. Its not a question of letting you fuck me” He points his hands towards himself to drive the message home.

Bingo. That’s what you’d been angling for.

“So you'll let me ride you?” you whisper with a dark smile. He doesn’t respond. You start to panic, thinking you’ve said something wrong before he plants his lips on yours. He holds you tight against him when he grinds you down onto his clothed dick. He releases your bruised lips and motions for you to stand. You jump at the first chance, the noticeable tent I  his boxers enough to reassure you he’s more than just a little into the idea.

You pull the dress shirt over your head and throw it at him before you dash back to the bedroom giggling. You feel like a different person than yesterday, you never would have done any of this before you don’t think. You settle onto the bed and are surprised to see Oz isn’t far behind. He’s by no means graceful about it, but knowing he’s pushing past pain in an effort to fuck you is a turn on. When he reaches the bed he takes your face in both his hands, admiring before he kisses and joins you on the sheets. He grinds his hips in a small circle against your bare cunt, you can feel the wetness of the soft material but can’t tell if its from you or him. The friction is good and you’re enjoying the weight of him on top of you but you already said you’d treat him so you push up against him and he gets the hint.

The bravado he showed you last night is completely gone when you settle on top of him, it’s not exactly a flattering angle for anyone but you know there’s a tint of embarrassment to the flush of his skin. You resolve to make him feel as good as he did for you, and rub your hands up the swell of his stomach to his chest as you grind down against him. Your breath hitches at the angle, and the curve of his gut against you makes you smile in a daze. His own hands roam your body, groping at the flesh of your waist and moving up to rest his hand against your sternum. His hand takes up easily half your chest and knowing that you have a guy so domineering under you only makes you wetter.

You bring one hand to rest on top of his, it’s an incredibly intimate scene considering you hadn’t met this time yesterday. You bend down all the while gyrating your hips against him when you resume making out. He groans and starts to buck against your hips. You remove your hand and start to move it under his vest before he slows down.

“Can I take this off, babe?” you ask sweetly against his lips which have formed a hard line. He glances away from you and it nearly breaks your heart. Before he denies you, you kiss him again long and deep. You feel him relax against you once more and ask again.

“Please, Ozzie? I want to feel you” you pout again, not enough to make him laugh this time but enough to tug at his heartstrings.

His soft jaw clenches under you before he mumbles a curse and you move to accommodate him. He sits up slightly and pulls off the vest in one swift motion before he settles back on the bed. He gazes up at you as if expecting you to laugh or cringe but you just beam at him instead. His barrel chest is on full display, dark curls are spattered along his full pecs and wide stomach. You run your hands against his chest again, seeing how he responds to your touch with huffs and you could swear a whine comes from his throat as you continue to rub and coax against his reddening flesh.

“Thank you, Ozzie” you whisper in a sing song and you see again the effect the nickname has. Feeling emboldened, Oz grasps your hips with both hands and grinds you roughly along his length once more. You smile down at him and put your hands at either side of his head and sit up off his lap to let him discard the wet underwear quickly. You make sure to hold his stare when you lean back against his slick cock and let it run between your still swollen folds. The head bumps against your clit and you let out a deep sigh, you lean forward again and Oz intuitively takes himself in hand and lines up at your wet folds. You’re still tender from the night before, but he manages to push inside relatively painlessly. You do your best not to audibly cringe at the pressure, closing your eyes tightly and flexing your hands on his warm chest to ground yourself. You breathe through it and take a steadying breath as you begin to rock your hips atop Oz.

When you open your eyes, you see he’s not faring too well. Having someone else do all the work and take away the distraction of chronic pain has his brain focusing entirely on the way you move and how tight you feel around his aching cock. His brows are creased in deep concentration in an effort not to finish early and completely embarrass himself. He can’t remember the last time anybody rode him.

In his defence he’d be having trouble remembering his own name if it weren’t for your voice calling him back to reality. You swallow hard as you feel yourself drag him in further, letting your nails dig into the heavy flesh of his chest. His face grimaces a bit at the pain, but his hands just dig harder into your skin to spur you on. You both moan harder at that and revel in the feeling. He starts to lift his own legs, pushing you higher on his lap and your back rests against his thighs. The now improved angle of him inside you combined with the rigid pressure of his stomach lets you ride him harder as you begin to bounce against him. You finally get to try that trick you heard about spelling your name in cursive and it nearly kills him. He throws his head back against the sheets, his thinning hair sticking against the cold material and his teeth clench with the pressure building in his core.

He composes himself and takes a hand to your neck, bending you down closer to his face. Oz is big into eye contact you can tell, but this is almost an attempt at gaining back control of the situation. But it’s so much more fun this way you think. His eyes keep moving from your eyes to your mouth like he can’t decide which he favours. You clench down on him just as you give another sweet smile, and he actually lets out a little whine and shuts his eyes first. Not that he’d ever admit to it.

You move away from his hand and throw your head back, starting to grind harder when you land against his lap. You need to hear that noise again. Oz reaches out to you again, this time taking your hand back to his chest. Aw. Instead of leaving it there though, he brings it up against his wide neck. You can feel the rough bumps of old scars and blemishes under your clammy fingertips. He wraps your far too small hand against his throat and makes you squeeze; you almost stop moving entirely with surprise. This just got so much more fun.

He removes his meaty hand from on top of yours and you give another experimental squeeze of the sides, never the front. You physically feel his breath hitch and stop under your control, his forehead creases and his mouth starts to fall open when you start to pick up the pace. Your mind starts to unravel the harder you go, the tighter you press against his windpipe and the wetter you feel yourself get. He starts to buck up against you, but it’s not the timed and rhythmic thrusts of someone in control. It’s clumsy and desperate and it’s so fucking pathetically hot you can feel how close you are. You lean forward again, going as hard as you possibly can without running the risk of breaking something.

“Open your eyes, Ozzie” you manage to say through gritted teeth. He complies and you can tell by the way his cock twitches when his eyes focus on you that he’s got about 30 seconds left in him. Better make this good.

“Give me all you got, old man” you purr with another dazzling smile and one final simultaneous clench of your fingers around his throat and the muscle in your cunt. The pent-up pressure in your lower stomach comes to ahead at long last, as Oz gasps for much needed air. He practically came on command when you released his neck, the oxygen hitting his lungs just as his cock surged with hot cum inside you. The red marks along his throat show just how hard you gripped him during all that. You fall gracelessly onto his chest, cheek against his collarbone though it remains somewhat hidden under his plush skin. Neither one of you says anything, just recovering in silence broken by pants and swallows. Your mind is completely blank, but when he raises a heavy arm along your back you feel yourself smile dumbly against his chest. You lift your head up and catch him looking a little too fond of you. You lean forward to kiss him, it’s relatively chaste compared to the last few minutes but it doesn’t take away from the sweetness there.

You don’t realistically want to move off him, but the knowledge that there’s more cum in you from the last 12 hours than there has in years weighs on your mind. You wince a little when you get up, and he hisses a little too as he slips out. He sits up on his elbows to watch you move to the bathroom and you feel his eyes on you with every step.

“I guess that makes up for no shower sex” you shrug with faux indifference, as if you didn’t just come as hard as you ever did before.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, doll!” He shouts out to you, not having the strength to move just yet.

You smile to yourself and you step into the walk-in shower. It matches with the rest of the place, black marble and ridiculously huge for just one person but you feel grateful when you see several jets on each corner. You scrub yourself clean and enjoy the pressure of the water on your sore joints.

Once you’re sufficiently clean and relaxed, you step back out to the bedroom to find some clothes left for you. Thankfully nothing outrageous, just a large black t-shirt and some sweatpants that come up comically high on your frame you almost look like a geriatric. There’s also a pair of too big sliders for your feet. You feel like a child wearing some clothes from the lost and found of a theme park. Still, it’s a sweet gesture.

He’s waiting on the arm of the large couch in the foyer for you, he’s tapping something into his phone and you silently admire him. He’s dressed somewhat casually for daytime, in a navy suit and another crisp white shirt. He rubs the back of his fingers against his scarred cheek absentmindedly before he notices you. His eyes crease at the corners in genuine happiness to see you. He moves off the couch and puts his phone away, offering his hand out to you. You gladly take it, you obviously already knew his hands were bigger than yours but feeling them wrapped around your own makes you feel butterflies. Do people still feel them?

The drive back to your place is quiet. Not awkward but it’s comfortable. He apologises when he realises he never asked what you did for work. You snort and tell him 20 questions isn’t a very sexy game to play anyways. You tell him as you pull up to a red light, and he turns to listen to every word. It’s nowhere near as exciting as his job, but you don’t feel like he’s play listening to you to try seem like an alright guy. It feels genuine. You direct him to your place once he makes it into the city. The violet sports car garners some attention, and you’re kind of glad the windows are tinted. You don’t look any kind of presentable, but it doesn’t stop Oz from keeping his hand on your thigh like last night. Just swap your best outfit for a pair of sweatpants you question are almost older than you.

When he finally pulls into a space just before your building, he turns down the radio. Oh God this is the awkward bit you think. He puts his arm on the back of your headrest and turns his body to you, as much as the interior will allow anyways.

“I’ve had a really good time, babe. Best in years without a doubt” he says and you hide your face in your hands a little before he finishes the sentence.

“Nah I’m serious!” he tells you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck. The wet strands clinging to his fingers like you were a couple hours ago. You remove your hands and lean your head back against his hand.

“I’ve had a great time too, Oz” you agree.

There’s a brief pause while he continues to eye you.

“I’d love to see you again sometime. Would that be alright?”

You feel yourself grin, the knot in your stomach disappearing.

“Definitely. I’d love that too”

He beams at your words, and bends over the empty space to kiss you again. He leaves a few pecks before he pulls back. There’s the tiniest hint of a blush on the tips of his ears.

“So can I get your number?”

You nod eagerly and he laughs a little through his nose again as he reaches into his inside pocket for his phone. You type your number in, and save it with your name a little heart beside it. His smile a little wider when he sees it.

“Thank you, honey. I’m gonna be busy with the club for the next few days but I’ll book a place for dinner, just let me know when you’re free”

You’re barely listening to him at this point, feeling giddy again at the idea of meeting up. The decent Gotham weather finally gives up the ghost, however. Spits of rain beginning to clash against the windscreen.

“Shit, I better head in. Thanks again for bringing me home again, Oz” you say as you move this time to kiss him goodbye. He reciprocates tenfold before you pull away, and open the door with your right hand. You give him one last smile before you dash to the front door, rooting for your keys under the awning. He waits until you finally step inside before he pulls out of his parking spot. The familiar if not somewhat alarming smell of your apartment building greets you as you plod over to the elevator. As much fun as you’ve had, you can’t wait to get into your own bed.

Your apartment is a far cry from where you spent your morning, it’s at the very least a fifth of Oz’s apartment but you’re glad to see it nonetheless. You drop your keys on the counter and leave your dress and shoes on the pathetic kitchen table, remembering to take out your phone from your bag before you drop it too. You run a hand across your face as you shuffle to your bed, climbing in with a yawn as you look at your phone. More messages in your group chat that make you smile, before you see a private one from one of your friends. You click into it, curious why she wouldn’t just sent it for the others to see. No shame in your friend group.

"Hey, is this the guy you were talking about?"

There’s a link to an article attached and you click into it.

FALCONE ON THE MOVE reads the headline, you scroll down and see the main photo. It’s unmistakably Oz, outside the Iceberg with a man you’ve never seen before. He’s tall, with greying hair and dark glasses to obscure his face. You scroll again and read the caption.

“Maroni Crime Boss spotted with alleged drugs runner Oz “The Penguin” Cobblepot”

What the fuck?

[plut077]

𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘? - 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐎

Synopsis: you went on a holiday with your sweet husband which turns into the both of you getting into an argument. To make it up to you he shows you just how much he’s sorry.

cw: husband!toji x fem!reader -nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk,stomach bulge, unprotected sex, praise /degradation(?) , cervix fucking, nicknames used such as: love, slut, and baby Tell me if I missed something !

© 2022 plut0, do not plagiarize my work

You sat in the living room near the fire holding your youngest child in your arms trying to put him to sleep. He was 2 years old but was still very clingy and Always wanted his daddy. Which you can imagine was a hassle being That Toji was always going out. The heating had stopped working a few hours before Toji left and even when you contacted the main office of the owners of the cabins they said they would get back to you but never did. Very ironic for an expensive cabin site. You figured a fire would do for the night.

“Mommy!! Are you awake?!” Your daughter shouted looking for you. She was 5, and very very hyper. Especially when it was time for bed “Shhh! Baby you need to be quiet your little brother is trying to sleep” you sighed watching as your child shifted in your arms. “Oh I’m sorry mommy I’ll be quiet” she whispered snuggling next to you. “Why are you awake darling?” You asked caressing her flowy curls. “It’s cold.” She whispered, still trying to be quiet. You smiled to yourself at the fact that’s she was still whispering. “Oh okay well you can stay here with mommy until you fall asleep okay?” “Okay” she whispered once again before fluttering her eyes shut

“Mommy..”. “Yes love?” “when is daddy gonna be home?” Her voice low as she started to drift off into sleep. “Soon baby.” You sighed, not even knowing if you would meet him here tonight.

You sat there scrolling on your phone once both of them had fallen asleep. You didn’t want them to freeze in their room so you gently placed them on the couch. You searched the cabin thoroughly, trying to find some type of heater, as the fire wasn’t all that good. Lucky you found a medium sized electric heater. You carried them to your room which was shared with Toji and placed them on the king sized bed propping the heater near the bed making sure they were receiving enough heat.

You left the room closing the door behind you before returning back to the living room. You yawned still scrolling on your phone, wondering if you should wait up for Toji again. You glanced at the time. 11:33. Well he’s much later than he was yesterday, you thought. You sighed before laying on the couch and continued scrolling on your phone.

After a few minutes you felt your eyelids become heavy as your eyes closed by themselves. about 2 hours later the cabin door swung opened as Toji walked through to the living room seeing you sprawled out on the couch. You’re not a deep sleeper so you heard this but ignored it as you were still incredibly pissed at him

“Y/n. Y/n wake up. Y/n” he shook you repeatedly staring at you. And your body. “what.. what do you want Toji I’m asleep.” You groaned , turning your back to him. “Y/n I know you’re pissed at me but please don’t be I went to the main office about our heating, and things took longer than expected. ..the snow was also really bad”

You slowly opened you eyes and craned your head slightly to the side glaring at him. “Bull- fucking-shit. I know you were out with your friends, what the shit are you lying for? If you really went to fix heating then why is the cabin still cold as fucking ice? You want our fucking children to freeze to death Toji? Do you?” You were now sitting up, raising your voice a bit. He stared at you with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m.. I’m really sorry y/n I know you’re mad but I’m telling the truth. Please forgive me. You continued to glare at him. “Y/n..”“ Toji you’ve done this since we’ve came here. I’m starting to feel like you’ve forgotten about your family.. your children miss you. And so do I.”

He immediately hugged you pulling you tightly into his embrace “I’m sorry y/n. I really am I had no idea you felt like this I’m so sorry” he apologised into your shoulder. he was sorry. He did want to go on this trip to spend time with you but he just got carried away. “It’s fine.” You sighed hugging him back feeling his back muscles tense up a bit. “How.. how can I make it up to you y/n?” “No.. no it’s fine anyways” “No its not fine y/n. I’m sorry”. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back” you smiled before kissing him holding his face. He deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue with yours and gripping your waist to be closer to him. His body heat warming you up instantly. You felt his hands roam up your thighs and slip under your silk velvet night gown.

“Toji..” you softly moaned into his mouth. He began slowly kissing down your neck, leaving small marks. “ah.. Toji please” you didn’t even notice you said that. You hadn’t had him for so long, that you melted right under his touch. “Y/n… I’m gonna make it up to you right now.. okay?” He breathed in-between kisses, kissing your collar bone. His muscular arms brought the nightgown to lift up as calloused hands roamed your chest cupping your breasts and playing with your perked up nipples from the cold. “oh fuck.. Toji” you groaned holding onto him. He slowly made-out with you, still massaging your chest. Your hands slowly made their way to his pants, feeling around the tent that formed around his sweatpants. Your hands were immediately stopped by Toji gripping your wrists.

“No.. tonight is gonna be about you and only you. I don’t want you to do anything, I just want you to feel good.” He said this even tho he badly wanted to see those pretty lips wrapped around his aching dick, feeling his bulge grow larger by the second. He wanted to see you struggle to swallow him whole, your throat tightening around only the tip as he empties his load down your throat. He wanted to see your eyes water from gagging and saliva run down your chin. He wanted to see you take him down to the base, he wanted it all so, so bad.——— but that was for another night.He gently put you laying down and hovered over you. He left wet soft kisses down your neck,hands still groping your most weakest spots, making you whimper under his touch. He reached down to your clothed pussy making sure to look up and make eye contact with you while pulling down your dampened panties.

“Please..” you whined. You were so needy. He smirked before licking his lips and kissing down your body. He kissed down The Valley of your breasts while kneeding one in his left hand, flicking and playing with your hard nipple with his thumb and index finger. He got to your pussy , inhaling the strong scent of arousal. It almost drove him mad, just how sexy you looked right now could make him cream his pants right then. He started licking your clit and fingering you slowly with two of his fingers making you instantly gasp. You felt him grin against your pussy once you had that reaction. “Oh fuck Toji that feels so good” you groaned, trying to cover your mouth in order to not make any noise. “Don’t cover your mouth love I wanna hear that pretty voice moan my name” he groaned against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were , the fire still ablaze.

The thing is about Toji is that is enjoys giving more that receiving. He wanted to have you shaking just from his tongue. He wanted your thighs squeezing his head as you orgasmed for the 3rd time. He wanted you coming all over his tongue. He wanted his fingers soiled with your juices, he wanted them to prune. He wanted your taste to remain in his mouth, to remain on his lips. He pumped his fingers deeper, flicking his tongue all around your clit making you jolt and mindlessly buck your hips upwards into his mouth. He aggressively pulled your thighs towards his face , pushing his tongue deep into your slick pussy while his fingers rubbed your throbbing swollen clit.

“ohh fuck Toji oh god” you moaned, getting louder. Your body was way hotter than it was a few hours ago. “Do you like that y/n?” he moaned into your throbbing pussy still rubbing your clit in just the right way. “Y-yes oh god- oh fuck I-“ you were now moaning words with no thought process whatsoever “Oh shit Toji I’m gonna fucking cum” you whined , gripping onto his hair. “Oh yeah? Don’t come just yet baby” he groaned a bit before shoving his thick fingers deep into your pussy and flicking his tongue on your clit repeatedly, sucking and nibbling on the pulsating bud

“Oh god! Toji..! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” your legs shook as you came all over his fingers and tongue, thighs squeezing him. Just like how he wanted.He sat up smirking darkly licking up all of your cum from his lips and fingers. You lay there still shaking from the intense orgasm you had just received, glancing up at him with hooded eyes. “I’m not done yet baby.” He lowly whispered with a dark menacing undertone. You stared at him as he pulled out his big fucking dick and began to stoke it up and down with your left over juices, Pre- cum leaking from the tip “y’see what you do to me? When you moan my name like that… Like a fucking slut. It makes my cock ache.”

He bent over and began whispering into your ear “I’m gonna pound you so fucking hard, you won’t have a single thought left except the big fat cock impaling you.” He gently kissed your cheek before slowly pushing his dick inside of you, both of you moaning at the action. “fuck.. you’re so warm y/n” he groaned grabbing your hips and suddenly pounding balls deep into you. A loud moan erupted from your throat before Tojis large hand came up to your face and quickly covered your mouth. “Y/n? What was that? You have to be quiet okay? You don’t want to wake up the children now, do you?” He moaned a bit in-between breathy sentences. You covered your mouth with your hand before he continued pound into you. He told you to be quiet but he wasn’t himself. Well he tried to be. “agh fuck y/n you’re so perfect” he moaned going at a faster pace. He continued to fuck you carelessly stuffing you full, before getting your right leg and propping it up on his broad shoulder. Your eyes widened as he went even deeper, his girthy dick nearly kissing your cervix. You could almost feel it in your stomach, flicking your eyes down to your stomach to see a prominent bulge appear. He dropped his hand down to your stomach pressing down on the bulge causing you to let out a muffled strained moan into your sweaty palm. His other hand Reached down to your pussy, rubbing gentle circles around your clit. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt another orgasm coming.

“oh fuck yeah… you’re tightening so much around me y/n.. fuck. Y’gonna cum?” he groaned still gently rubbing your clit. “ yes I- ’m gonna-“ words couldn’t even be formed at this point, you just wanted to cum. “You gonna come for me? are you gonna come y/n” “Y-yes..” you managed to breath out , digging your fingernails into his broad shoulder blades and back. “Then beg for it.” he was now going at a brutally fast pace than before and kissing you passionately, slightly moaning into your mouth.

“Pl..please let me cum Toji..” “I can’t hear you love maybe a little.. fuck… louder.” “Please let me cum Toji.. please oh fuck” you were now moaning his name in every sentence you managed to say and it turned him on so much. “Good girl. Come for me okay? Im gonna.. im gonna cum too” He began kissing you groaning into the kiss. He gripped your hips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head a breathy moan escaping his lips. you felt warmth fill up your insides as he came all inside of you. His thrusts became sloppy and you tightened around him once again and came all over his dick. He dropped down on top of you, chest heaving uncontrollably

“Ohh fuck y/n… you’re so fucking perfect. I love you” he layed on top of you as you held him close to your chest and snuggled him closely

“I love you too” you smiled to yourself running your fingers through his damp hair, from his sweat.

[haik-choo]

waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS] 

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog. 

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory. 

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)” 

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe. 

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands. 

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day. 

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’) 

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA) 

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast. 

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day. 

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive” 

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you. 

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING 

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;) 

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you 

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)” 

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat 

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there  and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi” 

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.  

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind. 

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday 

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.” 

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long 

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together. 

[lois-carroline]

Brake-Up Prank

MC POV:

          "Jaaaaaaaaaake~ pweeeese," I whined as I held his sleeve and shook it a bit.

He is doing his work always without giving me attention. It's been nearly a week since he talked to me properly.

"Jaaaake," I pouted. "Hmm?" He hummed without looking at me. He is continuously typing on the keyboard.

"Jake, spend time with me," I said. "Not now, MC. I have works," he said while his eyes plastered on the screen.

I felt annoyed. He is saying for days. "I hate you!" I shouted angrily and went to our shared bedroom.

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Jake POV:

"I hate you!" She shouted and stomped her foot and went out. I sighed. Sorry MC, I want to spend time with you too.

But this hack is really important, I know I didn't give attention to you these days.

I promise once I finished this I will be with you the whole day. I smiled at my thought of spending time with her.

I continued to do my work again.

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MC POV:

"I hate you jake!" I muttered as I entered our room. "Just marry your computer," I said to myself and plopped on the bed.

I took my phone from the nightstand and started scrolling through youtube.

I saw a thumbnail "Break-Up Prank with my boyfriend" hmm....looks interesting.

That's when an idea popped into my mind. Why don't I try this prank with Jake as a punishment for not giving me attention?

"Wait for your punishment Jake" I smiled at my evil thoughts.

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It is 7:51 at night. I am just rolling on the bed while planning to do that prank.

Suddenly I heard the door open, I quickly turned and pretended to be asleep while my back facing the door.

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Jake POV:

When I entered the room after finishing the work I had been working on for days I saw MC sleeping.

I came to spend time with her but she fell asleep. She didn't even switch off the light. I sighed and went near her.

I slowly lay near and back hugged since she is back facing me.

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MC POV:

I felt his arm around my waist. Aaaaw, Jake you are giving butterflies in my stomach.

No MC, no. You can't melt now. You must punish him.

I slowly took his hand from my waist and turned around to face him. "You are awake?" He said surprised.

I didn't reply. I just stared at his face with an emotionless face.

"Jake.... Let's Break-up," I said. His eyes widened in shock. "M-MC...w-what are y-you t-talking?" He asked nervously while trying to cup my cheek.

I dodged his hand and sat up. Aaaah!! I am literally screaming inside. Jake sat up too.

"MC...." He called with his shaky voice. "Let's Break-up, Jake," I said once again without facing him.

"MC....w-why?" He asked. "Because.... Because you are not giving me the attention I want. You love your work more than me. We can't be together anymore, let's just.... break up," I said.

"M-MC, stop saying that," his voice cracked. I turned only to see his teary eyes. It hurts to see him like this. I should stop this now....NO! He should learn his lesson. No way you leave him like this!

"Sorry, Jake. We are not fit for each other, this relationship won't work anymore..." I said.

His tears made their way down his cheeks. Hurt is clearly visible in his eyes.

"MC, don't say t-that. Pl-please," he said while trying to hug me but I backed off. While seeing this he started to cry more.

"MC *hiccup* I will give *hiccup* attention to y-you *hiccup* hereafter, whatever *hiccup* work I have *hiccup* I-I promise, don't leave me," he said while being a crying mess.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I hugged him while caressing his hair. He snaked his arms around my waist while burying his head in my chest.

He is continuously hiccuping. "Shhh, shhhh," I hushed while trying to calm him down.

"Don't *hiccup* leave me," he said while his grip tightened on my waist. "Shhhh, I was just pranking you, Jake. Don't cry, I will never leave you," I assured him.

After 5 minutes

Finally, he calmed down. He looked at me with his red puffy eyes. "You will never leave me right?" He asked me while pouting.

I pecked his pouting lips. "I will never do that, I can't live without this cute little fellow," I said and chuckled.

"Why did you prank me? I thought you are being serious," he asked. "That's because I wanted to punish you for not talking with me properly these days," I said.

"I won't do that again and you don't do this again," he whined while snuggling into my arms. I chuckled at his cuteness.

"Alright, alright. I won't do that. Let's sleep?" I asked him. He nodded his head.

He switched off the lights and we fell asleep in each other embrace.

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A/N: My writing became low since I didn't write for a long time. *Pout*