#serious talk about how ive really liked getting closer to him and i genuinely enjoy our time together but i just cant see anything

[hella1975]

we may have lost another one to the bisexual hotgirl and straight loserboy agenda but trust i am fighting it comrades 🫡

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Confessions | El Profesor

Requested by anon:  can i request a lcdp imagine where the reader likes the professor and she confesses nights before the heist but he wants to stay true to his relationship rule so she is heartbroken so she doesn’t want to talk to him and when the heist comes she doesn’t eat and sleep and he gets really worried about her so he expresses his true feelings to her

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: mention of a gun, not eating/drinking, angst

Note: takes place in the first season! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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You were in a difficult position. On one hand you wanted to wait until everything was over. On the other hand you were unsure if you would make it out alive. You knew about his rule not to engage any relationships of any kind and he took it very seriously, but the thing was you absolutely him to death and you were willing to take that risk. So here you were, about to confess your feelings for him.

You waited until everyone had left the classroom and took a deep breath. You had clammy hands and you were lightly trembling. 

‘I- uhm.. Can I talk to you for a minute?’ you asked the Professor. He turned around, away from his chalkboard with raised eyebrows. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little, so he pushed them up. You found it adorable. Just like how he scrunched his nose whenever you talked to him.

‘Sure. Did I talk too fast or was I not clear about something?’ he stuttered. He instantly started doubting himself if he had indeed missed anything he was supposed to explain.

‘No, no. You were great. I just, uhm.. I kind of have something to tell you..’ you trailed off, ‘something personal.’

‘Bali, you know how I feel about sharing personal information. I specifically told you,’ he stated. Suddenly you felt incredible stupid. How did you think this was going to work when he clearly said he didn’t want any personal information shared?

‘I know.. I just want you to know something in case things go south. It doesn’t have to get in the way of your whole plan. If you don’t feel the same, we can just pretend it never happened.’ You waved your hand around, not really knowing what to do with your hands. ‘I just wanted you to know that I really like you. More than a friend or teacher, or whatever you are to me. I think you’re really handsome and nice. So, yeah..’ you spoke.

You couldn’t read his face. You saw somewhat of shock flash across his face, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘Well..? Am I just embarrassing myself or do you maybe feel the same? It doesn’t have to be a long answer. Just a yes or no is fine,’ you rambled. 

He looked at you, fumbled with his glasses and turned back to the chalkboard.

‘I’d rather had you hadn’t shared this. This makes it all a lot more complicated,’ he sighed and grabbed a piece of chalk. ‘Can I still trust you to complete your tasks?’

You frowned, feeling not only rejected but also very used at the same time.

‘I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking if you might feel the same.. You don’t have to be so rude,’ your voice cracked. Sergio mentally slapped himself in the face for hurting you, but he had to.

‘You knew the rules. I told you not to share anything personal. Relationships make this all a lot more difficult. I cannot allow this to fail. I made those rules for a reason,’ he said. It was like a slap in the face. He didn’t even have the respect to tell you a) if he did or did not feel the same, but also b) to look you in the eye.

‘Yeah, you mentioned that, twice, but the least I deserve is an answer to my face. I guess that answers my question. Just forget I said anything.’

Obviously, that was impossible for the both of you. The next few days were awkward and very uncomfortable. You tried listening to everything The Professor was saying, but you couldn’t look at him. You did notice him staring at you once every while, making Berlin tease you and Denver tease him. You found it all very embarrassing and couldn’t wait until you were inside the bank to escape his face.

-

Everything went according to plan. You got in, locked everyone out and had now been inside for almost 2 days. You loved every part of it. The tension with Berlin got out of hand for a while, but soon after the storm blew over and you were back in the game.

‘Are you okay? You haven’t eaten since yesterday..’ Nairobi asked you, genuine concern written over her face. It was true. You weren’t hungry or thirsty so you hadn’t eaten. Usually you had a great appetite, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Everyone noticed, though. Including Sergio. He noticed you were always wandering around the halls, not even sleeping. He was incredibly worried and felt like an idiot for behaving the way he did. He sat behind his computers, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to do something.

‘Yeah, fine. Just got a lot on my mind, is all,’ you nodded at her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she grabbed a sandwich and handed it to you.

‘I want this eaten in an hour. If you’ve not eaten it I will push it down your throat,’ she sternly told you. You chuckled.

‘Yes, mother.’

As soon as she left, you threw it back in the fridge. When you heard yelling in the hallway, you grabbed your weapon and braced yourself for what you would find. Berlin was obviously yelling loudly again, threatening to shoot Arturo. Same shit different day.

-

It was now two days later and you had eaten a little bit more than one sandwich since Nairobi basically forced you to eat. You looked a lot more tired, your energy level had dropped to -4 and you were phisically and mentally exhausted. You looked like shit, to say it lightly. Sergio had grown more and more worried, telling the others to keep an even closer eye on you.

‘Drop the gun,’ you told Berlin, who had his gun pointed at Denver. He only smirked. ‘Denver, you too. I’m not fucking around. We need each other. We can’t just keep shooting at one another just because we’re stressed. Think for once, damn it.’ You raised your voice gradually as you spoke.

Berlin raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes flickered from your gun to Denver, who was about to burst with anger. As you held out your gun, the strength in your arms weakened. You tried your best holding up the gun, but when you focussed on your arms, your vision got blurry. When you tried focussing your vision again, your arms started trembling.

‘Berlin, please,’ you sighed. Your mouth got incredibly dry all of a sudden and your speech turned more into slurs. You felt yourself getting weaker by the second and this child’s play cost too much of the little energy you had left. Denver quickly lowered his gun when he saw you sway back and forth.

‘Bali? Bali!’ You saw him rushing to you, just like Berlin before your vision turned completely black and you fell to the floor.

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‘We told her to eat! It’s not our damn fault. She’s too stubborn to listen.’ 

Your hearing slowly came back before you could open your eyes. You felt someone hold your hand while someone else was on the phone.

‘No, of course not... Yes, we did that already. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up,’ the voice came closer, ‘I think she’s waking up, hold on.. Bali, honey, can you hear me?’ 

You nodded lightly before slowly opening your eyes. Moskú held the phone while Rio held your hand. You were in the office, laying on one of the couches. You had an IV in your arm and a bag of liquid hung next to the window. You waved to the camera in the corner, letting The Professor know you were in fact alive.

‘He wants to talk to you.. We’ll give you some privacy while you two talk. When you’re done, just give us a call,’ he smiled and handed you the phone.

‘Thank you, guys. For everything,’ you tried smiling, but you were still too weak. They gave you a kiss on the head and left to the hallway.

‘Starving yourself? Really?’ Was the first thing you heard when you held the phone to your ear. You groaned loudly.

‘No, I just wasn’t hungry. Adrenaline, probably,’ you muttered. ‘Why do you care anyway? It’s not like I’m any good use compared to the others.’

‘Are you serious? You and Berlin are the leaders of this entire plan, Bali. How could you be so stupid?! We need you and we need you alive. Too many people have died already, I can’t loose you too,’ he stuttered. You heard his jagged breath.

‘Are you done?’ you asked, not wanting to deal with his whining anymore.

‘I’m sorry..’ he sighed, ‘You scared me. I thought I was going to loose you, Y/N.’

Your breathing stopped for a second and you sat up. He never called anyone by their actual names. You didn’t even know he knew yours.

‘Why did you call me that?’ you asked, heart beating loudly in your chest. ‘You said no personal details or any information.’

‘I know.. I just had to know your name. God, I want to know everything about you. Your favourite breakfast, your favourite country, what your goals in life are.. I want to know it all. And that scares me. I’ve never had this urge to get to know someone as much as you. You’re perfect in every way and I almost lost you,’ he confessed. Your felt your heart flutter and you turned your head to look into the camera.

‘What are you saying?’ you asked him, hoping to finally hear want you’ve wanted to hear for the past two weeks.

‘I.. I like you. A lot. And I was too scared to tell you because I’ve never felt anything like this before for anyone. I was so rude to you and you don’t deserve that. Please forgive me?’ he asked hopefully. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

‘Waffles with strawberries, kiwi’s and mango,’ you answered.

‘What?’ he asked, completely confused by your answer.

‘My favourite breakfast,’ you winked into the camera. You heard him let out a laugh on the other end of the line, making you smile as well.

‘So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?’ you whispered.

‘Sergio. Sergio Marquina.’

‘Nice to meet you Sergio. Now, get me out of here. I want to go to the beach.’

[hoodieofholland]

Okay, what Im requesting really angst so I get if you don’t want write,

boyfriend!Tom starting to feel things to his co-star while y/n is waiting for him to come back to her and when he coms back he tells her the turth. She runs pf with tears and have a serious car crash and Tom regrets what he did and blames himself for her injures.

(Oh god I love jerk Tom so much)

(love your writings <3)

a/n: took a little while to write this, but it's done, finally! Hahah. Feels like ive been writing a lot of angst lately lol, what you guys think? Thanks anon for requesting, hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, heartbreak, mentions of blood, car accident, language.

Broken. That’s how you felt, staring into those brown chocolate eyes, full of regret, guilt and fear. Your heart clenches inside of your chest, desperately trying to find some sort of comfort while your heartbeat only seems to increase each second you pass looking at him.

“What?”, your voice is cracked. Your eyes are glistening with the threatening tears.

You still can hear the reverberation of his words inside of your head: I think I’m having feelings for someone else. Someone else. His co-star. Tom had just admitted to you he was having feelings for his co-star.

You and Tom have been in a relationship long enough to know this would inevitably break your heart into pieces. Those words didn’t even make sense to you. Though both of you were feeling a little off lately, like your relationship wasn’t the same anymore, you were sure this was just a phase, you were willing to bring you two back on track. But right now you could see you were the only one with hope and this made you feel ashamed of just standing in front of Tom, feeling extremely exposed and weak.

He sniffles, averting his gaze to the ground. “I- I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to blurt it like that, it’s just-“

You blink your tears away, your whole body shaking slightly, not under your control anymore. Your hands close into fists as you try to control your emotions and the unbearable pressure on your chest. “What is it, Tom? What is happening? I- I can’t understand, I thought-“, you didn’t even know what to say. You bite your lips to prevent you from crying. “Since... since when, Tom?”

He breathed out, cheeks buffing as he runs his hands through his curls. “I don’t know. Honestly”, his voice was full of sadness, “I just- I realized it today”.

You feel your knees getting weaker. “Did you-“, you gulp, too afraid to ask, “Did you cheat on me, Tom? Did you do something with her? Did she touch you? Did you touch her?”

Though you knew pretty well none of that was important anymore, that betraying your feeling while still together was equally as bad as kissing or sleeping with someone else, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that physical contact would make the whole thing worse. You couldn’t stand the thought of being there, waiting for Tom to come home and maybe have a nice dinner so you could enjoy time together and make things work out again, while he was out there fucking another girl.

But he shook his head no, and you released a sigh in relief. He had a frown between his brows, genuinely hurt by the path of that conversation. “I’d never, y/n”, he rubbed his eyes. “I know this doesn’t make me a better of a man, but I- I swear to God I just realized it now. It was today, when we were filming and... and I couldn’t go another minute without telling you this. This is so fucked up and I am so fucking sorry, but I thought that it would be better for both of us if I just told you this and-“

A sob coming from your parted lips breaks his attempt to explain, watching you fall apart for something he has done. Tom didn't stop loving you. It felt different, but he still cared about your feelings and how you'd deal with the fact that your relationship wasn't working anymore. He felt guilty and even disgusted at himself for breaking your heart. But that didn't stop him neither.

"Can we talk about this, darling?", he mumbles, trying to reach your hand, but you step back, body trembling as you fight back the need of giving in to his embrace.

"Don't. Don't call that", you cry out, letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks now. "Fuck, Tom, what did I do? I didn't deserve this. I- I was by your side, I never left. I knew this day would come, but I was trying my best..."

"It's not like that, y/n", he mutters, feeling defeated. He didn't intend to take it this way. He never wanted to make you cry. He promised he would never make you cry. "I've tried. And I love you, I love you so fucking much, but I... I don't know what happened".

You wipes the tears away furiously, too frustrated to care about the look on your face right now. You just didn't want to look fragile, or broken, or weak - all of the things you actually were feeling like.

You look at him clearer, the man you so desperately love, the man you most felt affection to. Tom was everything you always dreamt of. If there was a man you could say you trusted in, it was Tom. And he betrayed your feelings.

It wasn't his fault and you had to admit that. He fell for another woman. He just didn't feel the same about you anymore, and though you were suffering, you couldn't blame it on him. It was just human nature. Life itself, playing tricks on you, when you so certainly believed to have found the love of your life.

"I know", you say through hoarse voice. "I can't blame it on you. It's not your fault. I just- I thought we could work this out, y'know? Thought you wanted this with me". You give him a sad smile and couldn't help but let more tears roll down your face. You felt pathetic and you were sure you looked just like that.

Tom swallows the thick knot on his throat, chest aching at the sign of you. He wanted to say something, but couldn't think about anything good enough.

Ashamed of your position, you nod a couple of times for nothing in special and make your way to the front door.

"Wait! Y/n, what are you- where are you going?", Tom shouted, eyes wide as he tried to take your arm. You pulled it from his reach and raised your hand to prevent him from coming any closer.

"I'm leaving. What else do you expect me to do, Tom?" With bloodshot eyes, you stare at him, lips pressed tightly in a thin line, holding everything in you to not make even more a fool of yourself.

"I don't know", he almost whispers.

You can't seem to contain the growing anger inside of you for his words, sobbing a little more as you try to come up with the right thing to say. Why does he have to do this to you?

"Guess what? I don't know neither. All of a sudden, my long-term boyfriend told me he is falling for another girl. Do you know how much it costs me to look at you right now, Tom? I can't even- I fucking hate you right now and I know it's not even your fucking fault, but I can't help it!" You scream, hand covering your mouth as you try to regain some composure. "Just leave me fucking alone, Tom!"

Without another word, you run to the front door, yanking it open and slamming it shut, letting your whines finally scape through your gritted teeth.

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Tom checked his phone one more time before slipping into the covers and lay down on his empty bed, facing the ceiling for a long enough time to get sick of it.

His mind was running wild, thinking about the things he said to you, and the thing you said to him. It was hard to face the fact that he made you cry and feel miserable. Tom never intended that. He knew both of you were slipping apart, gradually giving your relationship an end, but that was a whole different level.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the moment you stormed out the door, thinking about the feeling he had previously in the morning, while working with his co-star. It wasn't the strongest thing he felt in his life, it wasn't even near to the things he felt when meeting you, but he knew he should be honest with you from the moment he realized there was something going on.

But even know, he felt like he messed it up real bad.

Tom has been calling you since you stepped out of the house, but you never answered, or called back. He left a message in your voicemail, asking you to come back home so you could talk. Aware of the fact that this had no coming back, Tom just needed to look at you one more time and apologise for being a dick. He couldn't afford to have you out of his life.

And then his phone rang.

He was quick to pick it up and press to his ear, waiting to hear your voice, but what he heard was something much more unexpected.

"Hello, can I please speak with Thomas Stanley?", an unrecognizable voice came to the phone and Tom sat on his bed.

"Uh, yes, it's me. What's the matter?"

"I'm calling because you're at Miss y/n y/l/n's emergency contact. She was brought to the hospital after an accident, a car crash. Miss y/n is passing through an emergency surgery right now and I need to inform someone in the family..."

The woman kept talking, voice too steady for something so breath-taking. Tom was surely out of breath. For a few seconds, he felt like he had gone blind, not able to see anything besides a black spot in the darkness of his room.

He couldn't believe he was hearing that. It couldn't be real. He tried to come up with any excuse, with some explanation, but everything that ever crossed his mind at the moment was the sign of you laying flat on some ciment busy street, blood coming out of the corner of your mouth and eyes wide open with no brightness on them.

"Sir?", the woman spook again and Tom was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Can you give me the address?", he jumped out of bed and started to look for his keys frantically. The woman gave him instructions and he quickly made his way to the living room.

"Fuck... where 'my fucking keys!" He yelled desperately, throwing the pillows on the sofa go the ground to look better. "Fuck!"

Tom sat on the couch, heavy breathing making his whole body shake. His hands holds his head and his eyes go wide. He felt a heat rise in every part of his body, but mainly on his chest.

It was his fault, he knew it. You were supposed to be at home, you were supposed to stay with him. You were going to have dinner together, and you wouldn't be driving before having a car crash.

Why did he mess up? Why did he say those things to you? He shouldn't have let you go outside in that state. He shouldn't

Tom heard the front door crack open, and he raised his head with silly hopes of you stepping inside and all of this being a fucking cruel joke, but instead, it was Harrison passing by.

"Tom, I was just going to- Dude, what happened?" Harrison puts a worried face when he saw the bloodshot eyes, trembling lips and shaking hands, all parts of Tom's nervousness.

He almost couldn't put his voice to work, and if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to reach out the hospital in no time, to make sure you were fine, maybe he wouldn't be able to say a single word.

"You gotta drive me. I can't- I can't find my keys. And she needs me. I need her. I need to find her, Haz. She- fuck, she needs me and I can't find my fucking keys", he said in desperation, letting himself become a sobbing mess in front of his friend.

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There was no small talk between the two of them whilst the drive to the hospital. It seemed like you have done a long way from home; the distance was killing the eye browned boy.

All that was on his mind now was the thought of you - moments you've spent together, days of happiness and things that he loved about you. He remembered the first time you met, the day he asked you out and the first time he heard you say you loved him. He questioned himself when was the last time you said that, when he heard his name coming out of your lips with an "I love you" next. He couldn't remember and he felt disgusting for that too.

Because Tom realized in the way to the hospital that he couldn't live without you. If you were gone, there would be nothing. He never thought about this day, never thought that one day he'd be losing you, but the bare possibility of this happening made him realize he wouldn't stand it. He needed you, in more ways than just one.

"She'll be fine, Tom", Harrison told him for the third time, when they were sitting in a corridor, waiting for a doctor to call for Tom when you were brought to the room.

"'S all my fault. Shouldn't have fought her. Shouldn't have let her think I didn't love her", Tom muttered more to himself, voice hoarse.

Tom was bouncing his leg rapidly, eyes closed tightly an heart aching for every second he spent without any medic information.

"Mr. Holland?" A voice came next to him, a doctor, a comphreensive smile on his face, which eased Tom a little bit. "Miss y/n is in her room now, you can check on her".

Tom got up immediately, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans while walking down the aisle with the doctor to your room. When he reached the place with white walls, white sheets and an audible beep from the machine that was monitoring your heartbeat.

"She's asleep right now, might wake up in about an hour or so. Then a nurse should come check on her", the doctor says, reading through some papers on his clipboard. He sighs lightly and look at Tom, whose eyes are glue on you. "I might say she was lucky, Mr. Holland. It was a serious accident, and others victims didn't have as much luck as Miss y/n", he friendly pats Tom's shoulder. "Don't know what you believe in, but I think you should be thankful. She's a strong girl, she'll be fine", he smiled and after a few seconds, left Tom and you alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom was hesitant, taking small steps towards your bed as he looked cautiously every part of you body. You had some big injuries on your face. There was a bandage on your nose, which was broken when you entered the emergency. Your lips had cuts and there was a purple spot on your forehead and around one of your eyes.

Tom felt sick to his stomach thinking about how much pain you had gone through the last hours. He stood beside your bed, taking your fragile looking hands on his. It was bruised too, and Tom pressed a very light kiss to your palm, letting a silent tear roll down his face till reach his chin.

"I'm so sorry, my love", he whispered with a croaky voice. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be alright", he reassured, more to himself than to you, who was drifted on sleep now, too far from the chaos that was going on outside.

Tom sniffles, rubbing a hand on his wet nose, and blinks a couple of times to get rid of his tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know it's my fault. And I was wrong".

He breathed out, looking at the ceiling as he remembered your conversation that evening. "There's no one I love more than you, y/n. It was dumb of me thinking that there's anyone I might be in love with besides you. It's only you, love, you're the person I can't live without".

Tom felt like a kid, crying over your hand, squeezing it ever so lightly and praying that you might hear his apologies and his pleas.

"And it was unfair of me not putting as much effort as you in this relationship. This is my fault too. But I love you, and I don't care about anything else, your love is the only thing I'm going to focus on when you wake up".

Tom realized that nothing was more important than your relationship to him now. Not even work, which has taken so much of his time that he was slowly slipping apart from you. Not even whatever feeling he fooled himself to believe in. It wasn't true. It was his fear of not being in love with you anymore, of being too far to bring you two together again. But by that moment, Tom knew he couldn't be afraid of nothing else than losing you. And now he just prayed that you could forgive him and the things he said, while he left himself fall in tears and regret.

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Fake Affection | IV

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

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Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 7.6k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: swearing, mild description of wounds, dom!jisung, oral(F), fingering, protected penetration, heartbreak

A/N: This got so long, Jesus! Once again I am really sorry for not posting this on time. Thank you for understanding! I’m not going to say much about this chapter. But here’s a fun fact. I wrote the smut part last. Literally, everything that happens after the smut part was written before the actual smut. Just enjoy it! Feedback is not an option anymore!!! If you read the whole story you are forced to give me feedback. Please! I really want to know what y’all think about THIS chapter.

      “Stay still!” Y/N murmured, tapping the cotton pad on Jisung’s busted lip.

      It had been around ten to fifteen minutes since Jisung decided that it was a good idea to engage in a fistfight with Hyunjin. After her ‘boyfriend’ landed the first punch everything escalated in a full-on fight where, unfortunately for him, he was the loser. Not only was Hyunjin taller than him, but he also turned out to be a lot stronger and faster, barely giving Jisung time to fight back. 

      He did manage to hit the taller man a few times but he got hit three times more. They finally got separated when a group of male students passed in the hallway and Y/N begged them to help her stop the two. That way they took Hyunjin away and she dragged Jisung outside to the back of the university, to the same bench they sat on a few weeks back.

      “I can’t. It stings!” He once again jerked his head away when the rubbing alcohol made contact with his fresh wound.

      “Then you shouldn’t have fought!” Y/N held back the urge to shove him. He was injured enough. “Why did you even hit him in the first place?” The question that bugged her since he threw the first punch was finally out.

      Jisung grabbed her hand, stopping her from disinfecting his wounds further. Exhaling noisily he looked her in the eyes, an uncharacteristic seriousness present in them. Y/N looked back at him with expectant eyes.

      “You were in front of the window over the bench we sat at. Mina and the others saw when Hyunjin hugged you. I felt like doing that would make our relationship look more realistic and show that I’m a great boyfriend.” The confidence with which he said those words made her let out an incredulous laugh.

      “What?” Narrowing her eyes she tilted her head to the side.

      “What kind of a boyfriend would let another man console his girlfriend? I had to show her that I’m possessive and I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

      Unable to control herself anymore she shove him hard and the man let out a wince. Y/N got up from the bench and took two steps away, trying to calm herself down. 

      “Mina, Mina, Mina! This is all you talk about!” Her voice was calm but her tone was stern.

      Jisung couldn’t see her face but he already knew how she looked.

      “I’m confused. Isn’t this whole thing about..”

      “IT’S NOT! It’s so not!” She burst, turning towards him abruptly.

      “How is it not?” The boy looked genuinely confused and that stirred Y/N on even more.

      “Are you serious now?” Jisung opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but closed it after taking a moment to think. “It is not, because it wasn’t her ass that you groped. It is not, because it wasn’t her chest that you touched. And it is definitely not, because it wasn’t a line that she drew that you crossed. This whole incident wasn’t about Mina and would not be even in a thousand years.” Her tone became harsher with each word she let out, turning into full-on screaming by the end.

      Y/N ran a hand through her hair trying to contain herself. She could not believe what just happened. The fact that he was confused as to why she was mad didn’t help her disposition at all.

      Jisung was watching her mannerism with blown pupils. He has never seen her this mad. She scared him in a way he could not explain. Maybe it was the fact that he just got beaten up and in her state, she could easily land him some punches that he was bound to remember. However, he had a very unsettling feeling running through him at the moment.

      “I never thought it would be such a big deal.” He let out but immediately regretted his words as he saw her lift her eyebrow.

      Letting out a breath and crossing her arms under her chest she fixed him with her eyes. In a voice that was so calm, it made the hair on Jisung’s neck to stand on end, she started talking.

      “Do you remember when you kept me awake until 1 AM to talk about the ‘Terms and Conditions’ of this whole fake dating thing we are doing? Do you remember how you made me agree to so many stupid things that we were supposed to do? I had one condition. Only one! Can you tell me what it was?” A smile so fake on her face, even someone from the other end of the university could tell it wasn’t honest.

      Jisung swallowed the lump in his throat, moving his gaze on the ground. He did not dare look her in the eyes anymore. Letting his tongue wet his bottom lip he opened his mouth to speak.

      “Don’t touch you.” He sounded embarrassed and ashamed and that pleased Y/N.

      “Exactly! I agreed to kissing, I agreed to hugging, I agreed to sitting in your lap if the situation asks for it. I only asked you not to touch me in any inappropriate way.” She took a short break to breath. “If I remember correctly when I told you that you texted me back ‘As if.’. What happened? Did I suddenly become worth fucking?”

      Jisung’s eyes widened at her words, the unsettling feeling from earlier growing. He could not explain to himself why he was feeling that way. Was it because of the way she was acting or because his behaviour pushed her to act like that?

      “What? No! It’s just…”

      “Just what?” She yelled, interrupting him.

      The man bit his bottom lip and slowly raised his eyes to look at her. 

      “I thought we were becoming closer, like friends. I didn’t think it was going to bother you so much.” In all honesty, he didn’t think much before acting. 

      He wasn’t sure why he did it in the first place. Maybe it was the fact that Mina was watching and he wanted to make her remember what she was missing out on. Or maybe it was the way Jay would look at Y/N every time the smallest gust of wind would make her skirt slightly flutter. He wanted to force himself to believe it was the first option, but deep down he knew he was lying to himself.

      “You are fucking right! We were becoming close. Compared to what I was thinking about you when I first accepted this deal, I really started to think that you were a nice and funny guy to be around. But you know what? Scrap that! You proved to be the asshole I always thought you were.” She let her head fall back as a headache started setting in. Letting out a frustrated moan she brought her head back up looking at Jisung.

      “And don’t even get me started about how upset I am that you punched Hyunjin. He was just trying to make me feel better after what you did. What is this going to do to your friendship?”

      “It will definitely be awkward when we’ll see each other at home.” Jisung murmured more to himself than to her.

      Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. Taking big steps, she closed the space between them grabbing the boy by the collar. The man froze, stunned by her action. Bringing their faces close, she looked at him with demanding eyes.

      “You are roommates?” Her voice bewildered, as her eyes travelled to every part of his face.

      Jisung nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. She pushed him against the back of the bench, knocking the air out of him. Her hand shot where her back was resting next to him and in a swift motion, she swung it over her shoulder. Taking a few steps away she turned around and looked at him with accusing eyes.

      “I can’t believe you risked your friendship with Hyunjin for..for. For a bitch who you are not even sure likes you back! How stupid are you? Do you want to know what you showed her today? You showed her that you are a nymphomaniac and a bogeyman.”

      Y/N ran her hand through her hair, annoyance pumping through her veins. She could not believe the audacity the man in front of her had. Sucking in a sharp breath, she continued talking.

      “Right now I should be with Hyunjin, not with you. He actually cares about my feelings. I should be there to nurse his wounds and thank him for caring enough to start a fight with your sorry ass. You don’t deserve me and my help! I should just leave and never see you again. Leave you to deal with your little crush by yourself but compared to you I actually care about other people. It’s so pathetic how after a year and a half you couldn’t make her your official girlfriend so I’m giving you another week. If by next Wednesday she didn’t fall head over heels for you, I’m out!”

      Looking for her phone in her bag, she took it out when she found it and dialled someone. Turning on her heels, she left Jisung alone on the bench. Following Y/N with his eyes, his heart sank when he heard the worried tone she used when calling Hyunjin’s name.

      Jisung remained sprawled on the bench from the way she pushed him and a deep sight left his chest. He had fucked up big time and he wasn’t sure if he could do anything to fix things. 

      The man couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that settled inside him when he remembered that she was on her way to see Hyunjin. She was supposed to stay with him. She was his girlfriend. Y/N was his girlfriend.

      He repeated that to himself for a few minutes knowing full well that it wasn’t true. They weren’t together. It was all just a game.

      Y/N watched him with attentive eyes as the spoon disappeared inside his mouth and his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed the soup. His face contorted in discomfort when the spoon touched the corner of his mouth that was cut. One of her hands instantly gripped his bicep while the other was awkwardly moving in front of him with no exact destination.

      Hyunjin held her hand and carefully placed it on the table, not letting it go. With a bright smile, he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

      “I’m fine, Y/N! Please, don’t worry. Eat or you’ll starve.” His voice was soft and loving, trying to show the girl that he was truly okay.

      Minho watched the scene unfold in front of him and a scoff left his lips. Besides that little cut in the corner of his mouth and a bruise on his neck, the man looked as good as new. He didn’t need the babying the girl was giving him.

      Shifting his eyes to Jisung, he felt an uncomfortable shiver run through him. The man had his lip busted in two places, a bruise under his eye and on his jaw and he had a cut on his forehead. And that was all only on his face. God knows what was hiding under his clothes. Hyunjin really didn’t hold back.

      Looking down at his tray, Jisung only had a protein shake that he brought from home on it. He was most probably unable to chew things properly thanks to the wounds on his mouth. He was sipping from the shake while watching with sad eyes how his girlfriend was almost glued to Hyunjin, making sure that he’s as comfortable as he can be. Minho was looking at him with pitiful eyes.

      “Jisung is more hurt, but I guess it doesn’t matter.” He muttered to himself, giving Y/N side-eyes.

      In an instant, the girl’s eyes were fixed on him, a cold look plastered on her face. He felt his bones freeze inside himself, and embarrassment washed over him when he realised how scared he got. 

      Y/N moved her eyes between Minho and Jisung before finally rolling them and shifting her attention back on Hyunjin.

      “Jisung is a big man that makes his own decisions. I’m sure that when he started the fight he thought of the possibility of getting beaten. Now he has to endure the consequences of his actions.” She said, finally taking a bite out of her sandwich.

      “That doesn’t change the fact that he was the one that got hurt more. You as his girlfriend should be caring about him, not about the guy that put him in this state.” Minho said feeling the bit of confidence he had in him leave his body once her eyes darkened with rage.

      “I don’t know if you knew that, but Jisung knows how to handle himself. Look at how well he’s handling this relationship!” Sarcasm dripped off her tongue showing Minho there were parts to the story he wasn’t aware of.

      A heavy silence fell upon the table after she spoke and no one dared to say anything for a couple of minutes. The only sounds were coming from the cutlery hitting the plates and bowls. Chan finally let out a sigh attracting the attention of a few people.

      “Maybe he had his reasons to start that fight.” 

      The older man tried resonating with her. All they knew about the situation was what Jeongin had told them. Y/N got really mad after Jisung touched certain parts of her body and she left them, Hyunjin close behind her probably wanting to console her. He agreed that Jisung had absolutely no business starting a fight after what he had done, but he was his friend and he felt obliged to take his side.

      Silence. For a minute Chan thought she wouldn’t answer him. 

      “Oh, he did. I know his reasons and I can assure you they were all shit. He has absolutely no justification for what he did.” Voice calm while looking the older male in the eyes.

      “They were still reasons..!” Felix said in a careful tone.

      She rolled her eyes exasperated. Who the fuck did they think they were questioning her like that. Is not like she was mad for no reason.

      Letting the sandwich fall into the plate, she got up and swung her bag over her shoulder.

      “I have something to prepare for Miss. Park’s class. Jeongin, I will see you later to go to rehearsals, okay?” The man nodded in her direction and she got out of her seat, taking a few steps away from the table.

      Abruptly stopping in her track she let out a sigh. They were right. She wasn’t like that. She was way better than that. Just because he was an asshole didn’t mean she had to be one as well.

      Turning towards the table, she walked behind Jisung’s chair. Resting her palms on his shoulders she bent down carefully placing a kiss on his bruised cheek.

      Jisung jumped slightly at the contact, taken aback by the sudden proximity. His cheeks became a faint rosy colour and he felt a knot forming in his stomach.

      “Make sure to disinfect your wounds when you get home, okay?” She whispered in his ear, her voice soft and he nodded slowly. He didn’t dare turn his head around to look at her. 

      “Take care!” 

      She straightened her back, but not before placing another kiss to his cheek. Waving her hand to the other people, she finally made her way to the double doors of the cafeteria, leaving the room.

      “God, this movie is so boring!” She exclaimed in the empty room.

      Y/N was currently sprawled on the couch in her living room watching some film Hayoon recommended to her. It was another Friday night without any plans to go out so she ordered some pizza, bought some snacks on her way home from university and opened a bottle of wine some of her friends gifted her a few months back.

      She wasn’t big on alcohol. In fact, she hated consuming alcoholic drinks but if that was going to help her with her boring night, she was more than willing to endure the sickening taste.

      Covered with a blanket pulled up to her neck, Y/N felt the heat suffocate her in a comfortable sort of way. She almost felt annoyed when she heard the familiar ring of her phone indicating she got a message.

      Letting one of her arms escape the confines of the blanket she shivered slightly when the cold air hit her skin. Grabbing her phone from the coffee table she brought it close to her eyes reading the notification on the screen. ‘Jisung has sent you a message’ Y/N rolled her eyes wondering why he couldn’t let her alone on weekends.

[Jisung,22:48]A guy from my major is hosting a party tomorrow night. Come with me?

      Y/N read the message a few times before scoffing. Was he really inviting her to some lame college party where people were only going to drink and have sex?

[Y/N,22:50]Parties aren’t really my thing…

      She really hoped he wouldn’t push the subject further. Every time she went to a party she ended up looking for her friends, that weren’t engaging in the most Christian of activities, everywhere to take them home. She had to drive each and every one of them home and help them walk into their bedrooms resulting in her arriving home two hours later than intended. 

      If that was not happening then she had to endure the advances of drunk boys and girls and protect herself from getting groped or rubbed on. That was the last thing she needed to end a week that was already shitty.

      Another ringing indicated she received a response.

[Jisung,22:51]Mina is going to be there. We’ve been texting the last couple of days and I think she might finally accept to be my girlfriend if I ask her tomorrow night.

      Y/N let her head fall on the arm of the sofa, a groan leaving her mouth. Receiving that message only meant she had to go. That might be his only chance to make a move on Mina until Wednesday when the whole fake dating thing was going to end.

      Then out of nowhere, a thought hit her and she started typing on her phone.

[Y/N,22:52]Then why do you need me there?

      If Jisung was going to make a move on Mina wouldn’t it be smarter for him not to want his so-called girlfriend there? Wasn’t she going to be an obstacle withs so many people that were aware they were dating around? Wouldn’t Mina be hesitant in accepting his advances if she was there?

      Y/N laughed loudly at her own thoughts. Of course, Mina wouldn’t care. She’s been actively trying to ‘seduce’ Jisung since their not so unexpected encounter at the outdoor cinema two weeks prior. Still, she was confused. How possibly can she be of help in that situation?

      She unlocked her phone upon hearing the familiar ring and read the message.

[Jisung,22:54]Make her more jealous. The chances of her accepting my proposal are bigger if she sees me with you.

[Y/N,22:54]Okay, fine. Text me the address and I’ll be there.

      She locked her phone and placed it back on the coffee table. Her phone went off a little bit later indicating that he responded but she didn't care enough at the moment to check. Wrapping the blanket around herself again, she continued to watch the movie that wasn’t paused during her talk with Jisung.

      “Oh my God, I should have asked him for more details!” She screamed a few minutes later when the movie got particularly boring.

      The moment she stepped out of the elevator loud music invaded her eardrums. Even if Jisung wouldn’t have told her the number of the apartment, she would have been able to find it. The door was wide open, coloured lasers getting out of the room and falling on the carpet of the hallway. 

      Numerous people were scattered all over the hallway, drinks in hand and Y/N was wondering if the guy that was hosting the party was the only one who lived on that floor. How was no one disturbed by the vibrant music and chatter of the dozens of students?

      When she came close to the door of the apartment a strong smell of alcohol hit her nose and she felt her insides turn upside down. This wasn’t going to be a fun night for her at all. She could sense it.

      Stepping inside the apartment she was met with the faces of some people she knew visually from university but most people there were strangers. Checking her phone to see if Jisung responded to her message she exhaled angrily when she noticed that he hadn't even seen it yet. This was absolutely great. She was in a house full of horny drunk young adults with absolutely no one familiar around her.

      ‘I’ll take a look around until he responds.’ she thought to herself. Maybe that way she will be able to find someone she knew. If Jisung was there, his friends were most probably there as well.

      The apartment was fairly big for someone who was supposed to live alone. A big living room, a separate office, a big bathroom, a bedroom which she thankfully didn't manage to see, loud female moans alerting her to stay away if she didn’t want to see live porn, and a big kitchen. 

      Stepping inside the almost deserted kitchen, she leaned over the island and placed her elbows on the cold surface. She was scanning the drink choices the host had displayed on the counters and disappointedly noticed how none of them was missing alcohol from their ingredients.

      “Can I offer you a drink babe?” A voice suddenly whispered in her ear.

      Her eyes went wide and all her senses heightened. Y/N almost fell down when she abruptly turned around but the owner of the voice secured a strong arm around her waist. A cheerful laugh she knew far too well filled her ears and she angrily hit Hyunjins chest, who only started laughing harder at her action.

      “You scared the shit out of me, you asshole!” She yelled over the loud music wanting to get out of his grip but he didn’t allow her.

      “That was the whole point.” The man chirped happily, knowing that his little prank worked.

      Y/N rolled her eyes at his childish attitude and slightly pushed his chest. Looking away from him to hide her smile, her gaze fell upon the other two people in the room. Insistently staring at her, they were whispering between themselves. She recognised them as being from Jisung’s Major. Their eyes were burning holes into her head and she awkwardly got away from Hyunjin’s embrace. What was up with them?

      “Seriously now. Can I offer you a drink?”

      “I don’t drink.” Came her short answer that left the boy surprised.

      “I don’t want to sound rude, but why did you come then?”

      “Jisung invited me. Speaking of him, have you seen him around?”

      Hyunjin’s expression turned into an apologetic one before nodding his head. Y/N threw him a questioning look signalling him to continue and the man chewed on his bottom lip before letting out a long sigh.

      “He’s with Mina somewhere around here.” Y/N’s expression brightened involuntarily before quickly going back to a neutral one. 

      This must have been the reason the two boys were staring at her so insistently.

      “Oh.. Well then, do you want to talk?”

      “I really missed you! It was so lonely without you this past month.” Mina yelled over the loud music and Jisung swore he almost went deaf.

      He was currently leaning against a wall with Mina pressed against him. Her palms were pressed on the wall behind him, breasts pushed against his chest and one of her legs between his, teasingly close to his crotch. At that moment Jisung could think of only one word to describe her.

      Annoying.

      She was so annoying. He noticed this ever since they started texting again a couple of days ago. She was mean, self-centred and really vulgar. The jokes he used to laugh at were not funny anymore, seeming more like straight-up bullying. She was talking about herself so much. Every time he said something about himself she would brush it off and go back to talking about herself. And when reminiscing the ‘good old times’ she would bring up only their sex life.

      Looking back at the year and a half he has liked her, Jisung could not explain to himself why that happened. There was really no reason to like her platonically, let alone romantically.

      “Really?” He asked, trying to seem interested in whatever she was saying.

      “Aham. There wasn’t really anyone able to satisfy me the way you did.” She winked at him and Jisung held back a grimace.

      Was that supposed to make him feel flattered? He felt like it should have, but for some odd reason, he only felt disgusted by the information. Was she really incapable of having a conversation without mentioning sex at least once?

      Averting his eyes from her, Jisung’s gaze landed on the pair sitting on the couch for the nth time that night. Y/N was lying against the back of the couch and Hyunjin was leaning towards her, whispering things in her ear that made her giggle. Jisung couldn’t hear her, but he bet she sounded so cute at that moment. And all because of Hyunjin.

      For the past few weeks, he has been feeling really weird around Y/N. His stomach full of butterflies, face covered in pink, the desire to hold her hand and rage filling him every time he’ll see her with Hyunjin or Jeongin. And that was exactly what he was feeling at that moment.

      Jisung has recently accepted that he has a crush on the girl. He thought of it a few times before, but somehow his mind would wander back to Mina and he would dismiss such a possibility. However, at that moment looking at how Hyunjin was so close to her, he was certain about his feelings.

      As if they have talked about it beforehand, Hyunjin’s hands rested on Y/N’s thigh at the same time Mina pressed her knee against Jisung’s crotch and he felt something inside himself shift. Carefully pushing Mina away from him as to not hurt her and murmuring an apology he made his way to the couch. He didn’t know what he was going to say. He just knew he had to take her away from him.

      Y/N’s eyes looked up at him and a smile appeared on her lips. Hyunjin’s gaze followed hers and he retracted his hand from her leg upon laying his eyes on Jisung. He felt a small weight being lifted from his chest as Hyunjin’s hand left her body.

      “Y/N, can we talk?” He yelled over the music, making sure she hears him.

      Yes, that was a good idea. They were supposed to be a couple. There was nothing weird in wanting to talk.

      Her head fell to the side and her brow raised in confusion. Looking at Hyunjin, he gave her an awkward smile.

      “Sure. What is it?”

      “Not here. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

      She threw Hyunjin one last look before sighing and getting up from the couch. When Y/N got next to Jisung, he held her hand and intertwined their fingers together. The man was leading her out of the apartment. They walked down the hallway in silence until they reached the door at the end of the corridor. 

      Jisung pressed the handle pulling the door open and Y/N’s eyes widened in shock.

      “Jisung, wait! What are you doing?” She pulled his hand, stopping him from entering the apartment.

      “Don’t worry. I and Hyunjin live here as well. This is our apartment.”

      She calmed down at his words and let the man pull her inside. Once inside, she took a few steps away from the door looking at the way their apartment was furnished. Hearing the door close behind her with a small thud.

      “So...is this the part where you break up with me because you and Mina are so in love with each other?” She chuckled and turned to look at him but was met with serious eyes scanning her up and down.

      “Hey, is everything okay?”

      “Let’s date! For real this time.” He said in a pleading tone coming closer to her.

      Y/N’s eyes widened and she took a few steps back, startled by the man’s sudden demand. She studied his face for a few seconds looking for a sign, anything, to tell her he was joking but his expression remained unchanged. She gulped visibly and gathered her courage to speak.

      “W-what?” Y/N stumbled over her words letting her nervousness show.

      Jisung came closer to her, putting his hands on her arms, holding her in place. She didn’t back away this time, letting the boy come as close as he wanted.

      “Over the last few days, I realised that I don’t love Mina like I thought I did. I guess I was confused. She was the first girl that approached me when I entered university and immediately after we started hooking up regularly. I never interacted with other girls with the intention of dating them and I didn’t realise what a bad person she was. I don’t want to date her. I want to date you!”

      His eyes were staring into hers with a newfound sincerity. Y/N was taken aback by his words and didn’t know if she should believe him or not.

      Leaning her head towards him, she sniffed loudly making Jisung pull his head back, his brows furrowing in confusion.

      “What a-”

      “Are you drunk? I can’t smell alcohol coming from you though.” Y/N said inching her head even closer to his and taking another sniff.

      The man was dumbfounded by her question. This is not what he expected. 

      “I haven’t had alcohol in a month.”

      Her expression turned into one of realisation and a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. Jisung smiled back at her, relieved that she finally understood him.

      “Did Mina reject you? This is why you suddenly want to date me? Listen Jisung, I unders…”

      “Damn it, I love you Y/N!” He cut her off, cupping her face with his hands and pressing their lips together.

      His sudden confession made Y/N freeze. For a moment she lost sense of reality and couldn’t think straight.

      When she regained her composure she had the urge to push him away but as his tongue was exploring her mouth she found herself unable to. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into the kiss, savouring his taste.

      Their lips were moving against each other in perfect unity and the kiss wasn’t too slow or too rushed. Jisung started walking, forcing Y/N to move backwards until they reached the living room. 

      Without breaking the kiss he crouched down and placed his hand on the back of her thighs. Taking the hint, she jumped lightly and let Jisung put her legs around his waist. Carrying her as if she weighed nothing, he walked into what she assumed was his bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.

      Jisung broke the kiss, a single strand of saliva still connecting them. In a swift motion, he took off his hoodie revealing his surprisingly well-built body to her. Pushing her back against the mattress, he used one hand to prop himself up hovering over her and the other one snaked around her waist keeping her flush against him.

      Peppering light kisses from her ear to her jawline he let his teeth sink softly in her delicate skin. His mouth was sucking on the sensitive skin while the hand around her waist went further down, groping her cheek and squeezing.

      A gasp left her mouth at the stimulation and Jisung felt his shaft twitch inside the confines of his black jeans. Moving his hand from her arse to the front of her pants, he unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down with a quiet noise.

      Kissing and nibbling on her neck to distract her, Jisung slid his hand inside her pants brushing it over her clothed slit, not touching her properly yet. Y/N whined louder than he expected her to and bucked her hips up, connecting her heat with his hand.

      Smirking against her neck, he let his palm rub her, ripping a series of quiet moans from her. Getting his tongue out and leaving a wet trail from her neck to her ear, he bit her earlobe.

      “Want me to touch you, princess?” Whispering hoarsely into her ear, he moved her underwear to the side, tracing the outside of her heat.

      “Yes Jisung, please!” Her loud voice strained.

      Jisung hummed, satisfied with the response and connected his lips with hers again. The kiss was slow and passionate but his wounded lips were rough against hers.

      Hooking his thumbs in the hem of her panties, he slid them down taking her pants off at the same time. Letting his middle finger explore her pussy, he sank his teeth into her bottom lip softly when he felt how wet she already was. Sliding a single finger in with ease, Jisung started pumping it in a steady rhythm. 

      Adding another finger, shortly after he felt Y/N tighten around him and he twitched again at the thought of her pussy around his dick. He increased the speed of his fingers forcing her to moan louder. Soon the room was filled with moaning and squelching sounds.

      Breaking the kiss and licking his lips, he connected his nose to her skin dragging it down his body until it touched her pubic bone. The faint touch of his nose tickled her and she chuckled between breathy moans.

      Connecting his eyes with her pussy for the first time he felt his mouth water at how wet she was. Without losing any more time Jisung dove in placing an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. He groaned lowly against her slit sending vibrations through her body. Y/N whined and threw her head back at the unexpected stimulation, bucking her hips up against his face.

      Jisung was running his tongue through her labia, lapping at her sweetness while moving his fingers restlessly. He curled his fingers upwards inside her and flicked her clit with his tongue. 

      “F-fuck...Jisung!” She cried out fingers instantly tangling in his brown locks.

      Jisung took it as a sign to increase his speed, fingers curling up from time to time and tongue abusing her sensitive bud.

      Y/N felt the knot in her stomach become impossibly tight and she tried to no avail to push the man away from her. She finally felt the tension inside her unwind and a world wrecking orgasm hit her, a string of curses and moans erupting from her throat.

      Jisung continued to move his fingers inside her for a bit, helping her ride out her high. When Y/N calmed down he took his fingers out of her and watched in awe as her juices entirely coated them.

      Shoving his fingers inside his mouth and licking them clean, he got up from the bed and walked up to his desk. Opening the bottom drawer and rummaging through it he pulled out a silver package. 

      Y/N was watching him through hooded eyes still swimming in the aftermath of her orgasm. On his way back to the bed he took the liberty to take the rest of his clothes off, remaining completely bare in front of him. Y/N gulped visibly when she noticed his cock standing tall against his abs, the tip slightly curved red and leaking precum. She squeezed her thighs together, the need to be filled again unbearable.

      Jisung climbed into the bed and captured her lips into a short kiss. Y/N could taste herself on his lips and she gasped.

      Ripping the package of the condom open he rolled it on his length. Jisung spread Y/N’s legs and forced them to wrap around his waist. 

      With one hand he was holding hers, fingers intertwined and squeezing lightly and the other one was on his cock holding it next to her opening. Jisung stared into her eyes to find any form of restrain and when he found none he pushed inside slowly.

      Both of them moaned loudly as he entered her, walls stretching around his rigid length. At that moment all Jisung could think about was how much more better Y/N felt around him than he imagined.

      A strand of light made its way between the light curtains in Jisung’s room and fell over the bed, tickling his arm where it touched it. A raspy hum left his mouth and he turned to face the other way from the window, throwing his arm on the other side of the bed with the intention to snake it around Y/N’s waist. The only problem was that she wasn’t on the other side of the bed and the sheets were cold, signalling that she was gone for at least some time.

      He lazily opened his eyes and scanned the room for any signs that she was around but there were none. Turning his head to look at the digital clock on the nightstand, big bolded numbers read 13:34. It was already afternoon. Maybe she got up and was in the kitchen or the living room.

      Groaning loudly, Jisung got up from the bed and stretched his stiff limbs. Dragging his feet against the floor lazily he made his way into the living room only to find it empty as well. 

      ‘Maybe in the kitchen.’ he thought to himself. Jisung walked the small distance between the living room and the kitchen, hope filling his heart, only for it to be gone when he found it the same way they left it the night before, not even a speck of dust moved from its previous position.

      Making his way to the table in the middle of the room, he placed his elbow on it and rested his head in his palm, an elongated sigh leaving his chest. Did Y/N really leave him? After everything that happened?

      Then, out of nowhere, something in his brain sparked and he remembered that Sundays she usually met up with Jeongin to practice the script. This must have been the reason she was not there. She wouldn’t leave him after what they did the previous night.

      Jisung’s face brightened at the memory of her underneath him. The way they loved each other with so much passion and desire. He could feel it. It wasn’t just plain fucking like he used to do with Mina. Last night he made love to her for the first time in his life. 

      An involuntary smile crept on his face. He could not believe it was real. Falling in love with someone that also likes you after so many failed attempts to find love. It felt almost too good to be true.

      As he was sitting there, fantasising about his relationship with Y/N, the apartment door swung open and a cheerful Hyunjin entered, humming a bright melody. Jisung ignored his roommate, too caught up in his daydreaming to care about his presence.

      When Hyunjin noticed Jisung sitting at the table his smile widened even more. With big steps, he reached the other man and pulled him into a chokehold ruffling his hair with his fist.

      “Jisung, you big tut! Really made me think that our friendship might be over.” Hyunjin chirped happily, letting the other man, who was struggling in his grasp, go. 

      “Yo, what the fuck? What are you talking about?” Jisung snapped at the taller man the moment he was free.

      “Why haven’t you told me that you and Y/N were just fake dating. I wouldn’t have given you such a hard time. But then again, I guess it made the whole thing more realistic.”

      Jisung stopped in his track at Hyunjin’s words and a confused expression adorned his face.

      “How do you know that?”

      “I met up with Y/N today. She told me everything before she confessed to me. Damn, and I wanted to be the on..”

      “Wait, slow down! What do you mean she confessed to you?” His eyes narrowed and suspicion was growing inside of him.

      Was Hyunjin lying to him? Did he want to tease him for having to resort to fake dating to try and win Mina? It was impossible for Y/N to have confessed to Hyunjin. She liked him.

      “Y/N confessed to me when we met today. She said that she liked me since last year but didn’t have the courage to come talk to me. Isn’t that crazy? How we both liked each other but never talked?” Hyunjin continued rambling on about his crush on Y/N but Jisung couldn’t hear him.

      All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind at the moment but he couldn’t organise them. Jisung could feel his heartbeat inside his head and a loud ringing in his left ear. He was so disoriented at that moment. Was it real? Did Y/N really confess to Hyunjin? He hoped that any moment now he would wake up next to her in his bed and discover that he was having a nightmare and that what was happening was not real.

      “If you stay and think about it, we wouldn’t be together now if it weren’t for you asking her to fake date. I should thank you, shouldn’t I?” The man chuckled but was soon cut off by Jisung, who grabbed him by the collar and harshly pushed him against the table.

      Hyunjin’s pupils were blown from the shock. Looking down at Jisung he noticed his darkened and angry gaze and he could not understand what caused that.

      “Don’t you thank me! Don't you ever give me credit for bringing you two together.” He yelled in the other man’s face.

      He paused for a moment to make holes through Hyunjin’s head with his eyes and clenched his jaw. Giving his roommate a last hard push that caused the table to move from its place, he turned around and stormed into his room slamming the door shut.

      Jisung’s blood was boiling. He didn’t know what to do at that moment to calm himself down. Y/N hadn’t left because she was busy with the movie. She left to meet with Hyunjin. Because she didn’t like him back.

      In a spurt of anger, he ripped the blanket from the bed throwing it on the other part of the room. Looking back at the bed, the place where he proved his love to her, he noticed a neatly folded paper resting in the middle of it. How hadn’t he noticed it earlier?

      He bent down to pick it up from the bed and carefully unfolded it to start reading what was written on it.

“Dear Jisung,

It’s me, Y/N, but you probably know that already. I’m writing you this because I won’t be here when you wake up.

What happened last night was a mistake on my part. Maybe ‘mistake’ is not exactly the right word to use. I don’t regret what happened between us last night. You are a nice and smart guy and I had a lot of fun with you the past few weeks, ignoring your fight with Hyunjin. This is why I feel like I took advantage of your feelings for me.

I don’t feel the same about you… I’m really sorry! I should have pushed you away when you kissed me. I don’t know why I didn’t. Probably because I haven’t had sex in so long. I feel like I gave you fake hope by doing that and I’m so sorry.

All this time, the whole fake dating thing was exactly that for me. Fake dating. If some of my actions made you think I might be returning your feelings, I’m really sorry! 

I did start liking you a lot in the past weeks but not in the way you would like me to… I really hope we can still be friends but if not, I would not blame you.

I’m really bad at this kind of things. I hope my feelings managed to reach you through this letter. See you at school on Monday if you still want to be friends.

Another thing. I’m going to confess to Hyunjin and tell him about our fake dating today. I was already scheduled to meet him today to talk about that since last night at the party. I felt like I should let you know.

And If I do end up dating him, like I want to, I hope you will be okay with that.

Take care of yourself!

Much love,

Y/N”

      Jisung lowered his hand and let it dangle next to his body. Letting the letter fall from his hand and hit the floor, a maniacal laugh left him.

      “Of course she doesn’t like me back. This is what I get for choosing an actress as my fake girlfriend. This was just another job for her.”

      In his mad chase to get Mina, he hasn’t realised that he was losing what was next to him. But maybe Y/N wasn’t ever his. After all, all the love and affection she showed him was fake. 

      And like a fool, he fell for her fake affection.

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Chapter 9 - say cheese!!

Jack Grealish x Female character

@rosiegrealish I hope your heart is ok ❤️😂

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Ellie took a picture of her self to post online seen as she couldn't post her and Jack.

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The car ride the the restaurant was fairly quiet although Jacks hand never left Ellie's thigh, his fingers traced small circles on her leg, it felt soothing and calming, as she was starting to panic about meeting his friends and their partners, Jack sensed her tension, "Ellie, it will be fine, they'll love you, just relax, we'll have an amazing night, I promise", Ellie leaned into Jack, really appreciating his support.

Finally the car pulled up outside a very posh restaurant, luckily there were no press outside, they must not have heard Jack and his friends would be here tonight, Jack opened the door and stepped out of the car waiting for Ellie, he took her hand and helped her out the car as he flashed her his flirty smile.

Once Ellie was out of the car the two walked into the restaurant, Jack went first knowing that Ellie would be too shy to go first.

"JACKY BOY!!", The two heard bellow through the restaurant, Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking down at Ellie, "that's John McGinn", Ellie smiled up at him, she felt like she was in above her head!.

A few seconds later the two walked around the corner, to the back of the restaurant where Jacks friends were all sat, there were around 20 people at the tables, Ellie's nerves began to take over but Jack was on it, he knew how full oh his friends could be and that matched with how nervous Ellie was, it wasn't a good mixture.

John stood up and hugged Jack, "Alright boy! About time where you been!", then his eyes met Ellie's, "ah right I see where you've been!, Keeping this beauty away, hello darling, my names John, pretty much our Jacky boys keeper", Ellie smiled at John, "yeah he needs someone looking after him", she told him, "well at least he has you now" John replied as Ellie felt Jacks grip on her hip tighten, "come sit down and meet everyone else. Iv kept you two long enough" John told them as they walked to the tables.

Jack introduced Ellie to one of his closest friends Tyrone Mings, "it's lovey to meet you Ellie, Jack has talked about you none stop, literally I feel like if know you forever with everything he's said about", Ellie covered her face and laughed feeling a little shy, "alright Ty! Your suppose to be helping me look cool", the pair laughed as Tyrone turned to talk to somebody else, Ellie leaned into Jacks shoulder, "it's cute that you've talked about me to you friends", Jack brushed the hair from her face and smiled, "yeah?, have you talked to Jessica about me?", Ellie gave him a little laugh, "uh yeah, none stop" she laughed again as Jack kissed the top of her head.

The rest of the evening went really well, Ellie got talking to some of the other girls, "Hey El, we're going to the ladies you coming?" Leon Baily's partner, Stephanie said as she held her hand out for Ellie, she politely accepted as she felt Jacks had slide from off her thigh.

Once in the ladies room the other girls did what they had to as Stephanie stood next to Ellie, "you seen so good for him", Ellie smiled at her before saying, "aww thank you but it's nothing serious at the minute we're just friends", Stephanie shook her head and smiled, "not for Jack, iv seen him bring nobody's out before and iv seen him down on a night out because he wants that somebody, this is neither of them, how he looks at you is just the cutest thing iv ever seen, what makes you say its nothing serious?" Stephanie asked, Ellie could feel herself getting hot, she didn't do interrogations especially about her and Jacks relationship when she didn't know what it was or what she should say, "we've just spoken about how we feel and decided on taking it slow so yeah, nothing major", Ellie smiled before leaning in the mirror to play with her hair, "ok babe, he's spoken to me before about the woman he wants and El, it sounds just like you, anyway I'm all team Jellie!" The group of girls laughed before returning to the boys.

Ellie looked at Jack as she walked back to the table, he was talking to Ty, he was laughing and had a huge playful smile on his face, but as soon as his eyes locked with hers she noticed the look that Steph was talking about, he had a small genuine smile on his face, and she knew how silly it sounded but his eyes had a glimmer to them, she squeezed back into the seat next to him and his arm instantly fell behind her landing on her hip as he pulled her closer, "everything good, you look flush", Ellie smiled at him, it was cute how he noticed every small change in her appearance, "yeah I'm good, the  girls were quizzing me on what we were", he rolled his eyes, 'Steph' he thought, "no it's not bad I just got flustered, I didn't know what to say, I mean we don't have even know what this is, let alone tell people what it is, but Steph has totally shipped us, we're Jellie now", Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking at a smiling Steph, "Jellie? Really", she didn't say anything back, just replying with a small smile and blowing kisses to then couple.

The night carried on into the early hours with the group heading to a bar, they had all had plenty to drink, Leon had taken Steph home as she had a little too much to drink, Ty had pulled some random and was sat in a booth necking with her, Ellie had one last sip of her drink before pulling Jack up by his hand, "come dance with me, Grealish", he did as he was told snd followed Ellie to the dance floor, she began shaking her hips to the beat of the music, Jack snaked his hands around her hips from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, "tonight has been amazing El, thank you", he whispered into her ear, She smiled at his cuteness, "it really has, I wish it didn't have to end" she told him, Jack spun her around so he was facing him, "who says it has to?", he questioned.

They danced until the song finished, then Jack suggested they head back to his, Ellie agreed to the idea and followed him outside.

As they were walking to the car Jack threw his arm over Ellie's shoulder and pulled her closer, the two looked into each other's eyes when Jack pulled Ellie closer and locked their lips, after a few seconds Ellie pulled away to get her breath back, she was about to speak but Jack beat her to it, "I can't get enough of you Ellie Lowe", Ellie was in shock at his comment, part of her knew it was the drink but deep down she wanted to believe things would be the same in the morning.

She was snapped from her thoughts when she saw a bright light in front of her flashing, 'was it police? An ambulance' Ellie thought, then she realised, 'oh shit! Paparazzi!'..........

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Sacrifice

Warnings: Language, Murder, Bloody, Little Smut-ish

Words: 3k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary:  A vampire hunt goes south when you become one of the targets for another hunter. 

Song: Sacrifice by Black Atlass

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How do you make dangerous look so beautiful?

Vampires.

The news articles Steve had come across were very clear.

Bright, neon flashing signs pointing straight at vamps.

Convenient.

Just a few towns over, so before you knew it, you and Steve had a room at the shittiest motel the town had to offer. Staring out the passenger window of the truck Steve borrowed, you watched for abandoned barns or buildings.  Along the outskirts of town, a large, dilapidated barn sits just off the road. Barely lit from the glow of moonlight, looking like something from a horror film.

“Now,” Steve begins, parking the truck down the road from the barn, but keeping it in view, “if you were a vampire – oh – wait.”

“He has jokes,” you remark, leaning your elbow on the leather console between the two of you. “But yes, vamps love that shit.”

“Really? You do?” he questions you curiously.

“Me?” you glance at him incredulously. “Hell no. I’m not an animal. I don’t have that nest mentality. I’m more of a – nomad.” You smirk, but the look on his face is unimpressed.

“We have movement,” Steve’s head turns toward the barn and yours follows as the side door opens and three people exit.

Two men and a woman, each very attractive, stroll out and around to the back of the barn. After a few moments, headlights pull from behind the building and a small, red sedan turns right onto the highway. Steve waits long enough before he begins to tail them.

***

You toss your duffel in the floor beside the bed, “I don’t know. Maybe they have people in the barn that they’re feeding off of.”

“Could be,” Steve closes the door to the room behind him. “That would explain why they didn’t try to feed any while we were following them tonight.” He places his bag on the foot of the bed before a soft knock sounds on the door.

You glance at him, raising a curious eyebrow and he turns, immediately pulling the pistol from the waistband of his jeans. He raises it, holding it close to his chest as you and he move carefully towards the door. Steve gives you a nod and you reach to slowly open the door, surprising both of you to see one of the men you were following earlier standing on the other side.

The dark-haired man holds his hands out peacefully, “I’m not here for a fight. I came alone.”

“Who are you?” Steve questions, keeping his gun trained on him.

“My name’s Logan,” he responds, then looks at you directly. “I know you are hunters and I was hoping we could talk. One vampire to another.”

You glance to Steve before responding, your tone harsh, “One wrong move and I’ll rip your heart out.”

“I promise darlin’,” he says sincerely, a slight accent slipping through. Texan maybe. “I just want to talk.”

You open the door wider and allow him to enter the room as Steve lowers his gun but doesn’t tuck it away just yet. Watching as the man moves to sit at the small table by the window as you close the door.

“So,” Logan begins his eyes following you, “I assume you were a hunter before you were turned.”

You fold your arms across your chest as you stare at him curiously, “Yea. Now, why are you here?”

“Because I know why you’re here,” he states. “Those bodies that were found. It wasn’t my people.”

You look over to Steve and the two of you share a look of disbelief. Steve’s tone is sarcastic, “Well, point us in the direction of the nest that is responsible then.”

“I’m serious,” Logan’s tone with Steve is cold. “We don’t feed on humans. Our family doesn’t hurt others. We survive on animal blood.”

“Then where did the three bodies come from?” you question him, and Steve can hear the sincerity in your voice. You believe him.

“I don’t know,” he responds. “But we were afraid hunters would come.” He gives you a smile then, bright and warm. “When I sensed you, I thought maybe, just maybe, you might listen. After all, you’re one of us.”

“I’m not one of you,” you correct him sharply and he sits back a little straighter in the chair, seeing the disgust on your face.

“Darlin’,” he cocks an eyebrow. “A vamp is a vamp, nest or not. Couldn’t you sense me before you opened the door earlier?” He can see the confusion on your face, and he tilts his head in surprise. “Really? You must still be a fairly new vampire then. If you want some advice, I suggest you stop slumming it with humans.” His eyes flick to Steve for a second before landing back on yours. “Find you a mate. You’d benefit from that bond. I miss having it.”

“I didn’t ask for advice,” you narrow your eyes at him. “I want to know where the bodies came from.”

“I have a couple of my guys looking into it from our end,” Logan says as he stands up. “I just didn’t want you to come in – blades swinging – on my family thinking we were to blame.” He walks over to the door, opening it. “I’ll reach back out tomorrow.” With a nod to you he leaves, closing the door behind him and you turn to Steve with your eyebrows raised high.

“Did that just happen?”

Steve unchambers the round in his gun before laying it on the nightstand beside the bed, “Which part? Him saying they weren’t killing people or him shamelessly flirting with you?”

“That wasn’t flirting,” you shake your head as Steve sits down on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots.

“He all but asked you to be his new mate,” his tone slightly exasperated as he tugs one boot off, then another.

You walk over, stepping between his knees as you rake your fingers through his hair, your tone verging on playful, “Is that jealousy I hear?”

“Maybe,” he tilts his head back to look up at you. The smile on your face soft as you lightly drag your fingernails across his scalp.  

“Well, sucks for him,” you begin leaning closer, his eyes following you – hanging on every word. “I like slumming it with you.” You press your lips against his for a moment, feeling the heat of his palms on the back of your thighs.

You start to pull away, only for him slowly rise with you, his lips staying against yours as he smiles against your mouth. “Slumming it huh?” he questions, tightening his hold on your legs.

“I wouldn’t be staying in shitholes like this for just anyone,” you smile genuinely, trying not to get lost in the way he’s looking at you. Intimate moments like this it’s easy to do.

“So, just me huh?” he cocks one eyebrow smugly and you scoff at the quick turn in his demeanor.

“Uh huh,” you free yourself from his grasp and turn to walk away. “Just you. I mean, maybe Thor, I’ve never really –” Steve cuts your sentence off as his arm slips around your waist quickly, lifting you from the floor and tossing you onto the bed with ease. A squeal escapes your lips that turns into laughter as your back lands hard on the mattress. Steve’s on top of you instantly, pinning your wrists above your head, narrowed eyes glaring down at you.

“Thor,” the name rolls of his tongue in disgust. “Really?”

Biting the corner of your bottom lip to hide your smirk before you say, “I do like this jealous side of you.”

His lips press against yours roughly, tongue unrelenting as it dives into your mouth. A hard, wet clashing of teeth and tongues.  You know tomorrow morning when you wake up, your skin will be sensitive from his beard.

It always is when he’s in this predatory state.

Demanding.

Punishing.

Hot.

Always worth it.

***

Consciousness comes to you slowly.

You’re weak.

A sickness churning in your stomach.

Your wrists are bound to the arms of a chair and as your eyes adjust you realize you’re inside a barn.

The barn.

Your eyes land on something bloody and disfigured near you on the ground. You squint, realizing it’s Logan’s severed head, his body not far away. There are others just like him nearby – so much blood. You close your eyes, trying to recall the last thing that happened before you blacked out.

Coffee.

You had gone for coffee.

Standing at the small table you dig through your bag for cash as you feel arms snake their way around your waist. His breath is warm against the curve of your neck before you feel the softness of his lips there. Looking up you see your reflections in the mirror in front of you. His hair is a mess, eyes still heavy from sleep as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m going to shower,” he smiles slowly. “Wanna join?”

You lean your head against his, a small pout on your lips, “I need coffee. Raincheck?”

Opening your eyes back up you see the IV in the bend of your elbow, dark red liquid fills the small plastic tube. You follow the line up to see a bag of blood and you know instantly that it’s not fresh blood you’re being dosed with.

Dead man’s blood would explain the weak, sick feeling your experiencing. Which could only mean one thing.

Hunters.

***

Steve tries your cell again in frustration, but it goes straight to voicemail. You’ve been gone too long for coffee. He jerks the door open to head outside and immediately sees the two cups halfway across the lot, rolling lazily in the breeze, pavement still wet from the coffee that was inside them.  

Panic sets in and he knows exactly where he’s going. If they’ve laid a finger on you, hell, even if they haven’t, he is going to enjoy cutting Logan’s head off.

***

“It’s about time,” a man’s voice makes you drag your head up achingly slow to look at him. Even your eyelids are heavy. He’s about six foot, with dark hair and dark eyes. “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“Who are you?” your voice cracks as you question him, noticing the tripod with the camera mounted on top of it behind him.

“I’m Brody Johnson,” he replies. “A hunter, but I bet you already figured that out.”

You nod, glancing to Logan’s head, “Did you kill them?”

“Oh yea,” he folds his arms across his chest in triumph. “See, vampires are my sort of my thing.” You flick your eyes back over too him. Neither of you aware that Steve is just outside the door listening in. “They were just bait really, to get you here.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“Oh, I was hoping they were dropping bodies,” he remarks. “But they weren’t, so I paid a guy to set up a couple deaths to look like vampire kills.”

“Why – why would you do that?”

“I needed to attract hunters, specifically the infamous hunter slash vampire,” Brody’s smile is malicious. “See, my parents were killed by vampires when I was just a kid, so I’m hunt them. All of them.”

The door to the barn opens and Steven steps inside, hands raised in front of him with his eyes on you. Another man enters behind him, gun to the back of Rogers’ head, “Look who I found outside.”

You let out a snarl with what little strength you have left, fangs descending as the man behind Steve shoves him forward with the gun.

“There she is,” Brody smirks at your reaction, then shakes his head. “I was hoping you were going to sit this one out Cap.”

Steve’s eyes widen a little as he sees the other dead vampires. He glances back up to you and his heart sinks. Even with your fangs out, he’s never seen you look so fragile – weak.

“I should have joined you,” you try to give Steve a smile, but all he does is nod his understanding.

Brody pushes a button on the camera, “Now, smile. I’m sending this as a message.”

“To who?” you question.

“The hunters who let you live,” he glares at you menacingly.

“Why are you doing this?” Steve questions him.

“She’s a fucking vampire,” the man replies simply.

“And she’s also a hunter, just like you,” Steve raises his voice angrily. “She saves people.” The man behind him shoves his shoulder roughly as a reminder that he has a gun on him. When Steve turns at the man, he is physically shaken by the rage in Rogers’ eyes and the hand holding the gun trembles. He steadies it with his other hand to the best of his ability.

No one told him when he got out of bed this morning that he was going to be taking on a pissed of Captain America. If they had, he probably would have stayed home.

“How long before she turns on everyone?” Brody seethes. “She’s a monster just like rest.” He picks up the machete from the table beside him, blood from the other vampires dripping from it. “With this job, you kill the monster, doesn’t matter who they are – or who they were.”

“So, you kill because of what they are, not who they are,” Steve’s tone is cold. “Sounds like you’re the fucking monster.”

You lean back in the chair as Brody stalks towards you, closing the short distance between you. Fighting against the restraints is useless, you’re too weak. Fangs still out with your lips curling back in a sneer you refuse to cower down to this asshole as he raises the blade. Letting the words slip past your lips, “You’re a dead man.”

Because Brody is so caught up in wanting to kill you, that he’s not paying attention to the fact that Steve just landed a kick to his friend’s chest hard enough to knock him back across to the door of the barn. Gun sliding through the dirt behind him. Brody moves to swing the blade and Steve’s hand catches his wrist, twisting it back painfully. He drops the machete and before he can think, Steve has him in a chokehold.

You’ve never seen Steve like this before. He’s all rage and fear – the perfect storm. You hear the gut-wrenching sound of bones snapping like twigs with the simple jerk of his shoulders, and Brody’s lifeless body slips from Steve’s arms, falling to the ground with an empty thud.

He rushes to you, hair falling in his face as he gently pulls the needle from your arm, before ripping the leather restraints from your wrists with ease.

“You okay?” he cups the side of your face and you have no idea how there can be such softness in him after what he just did.

“I’ll live,” you say quietly.

He smiles, relief washing over him, “Good.”

***

He's standing there only in his jeans, shirtless, palms flat on either side of the bathroom sink as he stares at himself in the mirror. Today had been difficult for both of you to say the least. It’s written all over his face. Worry etched in his eyes – fear – of what could have happened. You move quietly behind him, slipping your hands gently over his, lips brushing along his spine as you interlace your fingers with his for a moment.

His jaw clenches, the feeling of your breath hot against his skin surprising him as you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Pressing your forehead flush against his back, you slowly slide your hands along his forearms up his biceps. His skin soft and warm, taut over hard muscles. The strength they contain can easily kill, something you’d been reminded of today.

He'd killed for you.

Without hesitation.

It turns you on just thinking about it.

"It's not your fault," he says softly, feeling you press closer against his back. He loves how your body melds so easily with his.

One thought still eats away at him.

He almost lost you today.

Knowing it rips him apart at the seams.

He's supposed to be tougher than that.

The serum had made him strong.

It didn’t prepare him for this – for you.

One look from you.

One touch.

And he's weak.

He turns, hands lifting you by the waist to sit you on the sink in front of him. With a sigh, he brushes the hair behind your ear, the color has still not fully returned to your cheeks. “You need to feed more.”

“I’ll be fine,” you respond. “I had like two whole blood bags.”

“Maybe you need something stronger,” his hand is resting on your neck and you can smell the blood pumping through veins. Not that you’d tell him that.

You smirk, “Pretty sure Thor’s unavailable.”

His eyes narrow at your joke.

The smile on your lips usually makes him smile in return, but it doesn’t this time and you furrow your brows, reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, “Hey, what is it?” There’s something troubling him.

His thumb brushes against the skin under your jaw as he takes a deep breath, “I just keep thinking that I could have lost you today.” It feels as if he’s staring into your soul and you can sense his desperation. “I can’t lose you.”

His vulnerability breaks you.

He needs the connection more than you need the healing.

This is your bond.

You move your hand to his wrist that’s still resting on your neck. You give him a soft, loving smile, “You won’t.” Lifting his hand as you turn, you kiss his pulse point once before glancing back up at him, repeating your reassurance, “You won’t.” Letting your fangs descend, you bite into the vein and drink from him slowly.

He wraps his other arm around you, pulling you to his chest as he presses his lips against your temple.

He’ll kiss you a little longer from now on.

Hold you a little tighter.

A little closer.

[cupidssrosses]

i. love. ship. playlists.

so, i know for a FACT that im not the only one that uses songs to picture scenarios with a pairing i really love. like, sometimes im so set on the idea of a ship that i have to rewrite the entire show in my brain, rework it so that they end up together logically. songs are always so good to visualise too. harringrove is the BEST for this, because the show itself uses scenes set to 80s music all the time. 

anywho, this is a really longwided way of saying hey heres my harringrove playlist enjoy :)

this song has always been made for a scene where tension has to slowly build.

so, instead of the scene with billy and neil happening at the end of the season when theres much more world-end-y  things to deal with, it happens earlier. 

the  scene happens, billy goes to find max and ends up finding steve and the kids in that junkyard. 

“am i dreaming or is that you harrington”

(really rushed) “yeah its me dont cream your pants what the FUCK are you doing here hargrove you have to leave right now”

billy won’t shut the fuck up so steve has to cover his mouth and try to push him into the bus. then we hear a demidog, steve gives up on billy and gets ready to fight, quietly hands billy a broken pole or something just in case. 

the song starts from 0:00 right when billy sees the demidog, the camera pans in on his face, just so confused and scared, processing what hes seeing. then he joins the fight, he and steve back to back protecting the kids. this leads to billy being part of the gang, at least in some respects. hes strong as fuck and now they have to fill him in on the circumstances now so hes around more often to help. he wants to protect max, but also be near/protect steve. 

so ! during subsequent fights/situations, billy and steve get a little closer, damn they’re not in love but hey they’re getting more comfortable and theres deeeefinitely some mutal attraction, the energy from those shower and basketball scenes hasn’t gone away. if steves the mother figure billys the dad. 

on the “i need a hero” (BAM) part that leads into the chorus, billy saves steve with some kind of big action you know? RIGHT on the beat i swear i get chills every time i picture it to this song. like he pushes something off of him or pull him out of the way really suddenly after running reaaaallly fast to get to him. right after it cuts to steve looking all suprised and impressed while billy keeps fighting. 

same applies to the part that goes “watched out here i COME” in the second song, except its steve saving billy. 

since two thousand and fucking 17 ive seen this song as billys image of steve. it always sounded like his thoughts about him. 

this is one of the first moments billy realises he might really REALLY like steve. hes not just horny he might actually love this moron. at around 2:07 when all the instrumental goes away and its mainly the drums, thats when it happens. 

hes picking steve up from somewhere. theyve been spending more time together as buddies. he apologised for being a dick, theyve had some more serious conversations. hes taking him to hang out with the kids, maybe he just needed a ride home from school or work. anyway, its golden hour. hes waiting to see him and hes weirdly nervous, more than he ever was waiting to pick up a date with one of the hawkins girls.

and then he sees steve walk out onto the street, or come around the corner.

his heart STOPS. steve just looks so beautiful. the light hitting his hair. he smiles at someone he knows as the walk by. billys just HIT with hoe much he loves this stupid moron and his stupid fucking smile.

steves looking around for the car and looks so. happy. when he sees billy, billy smiles back. its been a while since hes smiled that genuinely. 

billy really really part of gang now. this might be sometime after the final events of season 2 i think?? billys saved them all, had a lot of experiences, hes built up some trust with the group and it feels normal that hes there. hes part of the family, and thats what this songs about. 

it night time, theyre at steves house, all the kids, nancy, jonathen, etc. some are swimming, everyones dancing, things feel a little more okay. 

at around 1:54, (again im a sucker for stripping away most of the instrumental and relying on a few key sounds, including loud drums) billy looks around. he has for one of the first times in a while this sense of FAMILY and ACCEPTANCE and SAFETY.

theres all these shots of everyone having fun, like 2 or 3 cuts, then to steve. just standing there laughing, hairs all wet from the pool, towel around his shoulders. he looks over, catches billys eye, gives him a smile, it feels like he knows what hes thinking, and he feels the same way. 

same night, during the part build up that starts at around 2:53, everyones trying to get billy to dance, hes been smoking on one of the pool chairs, not antisocial just not dancing. not his thing. plus he doesnt want to look like an idiot infront of steve. anyway. 

one of the kids starts it, starts gesturing for him to get up, pointedly singing the lyrics, the rest join in unti theyre all singing and chanting for him to join, all while the song builds and builds. finally steve joins in. maintains eye contact. thats enough for billy. he just keeps his eyes on steve as he stands up. its more like theyre dancing together, less like the kids are there. right at the end of that bridge he just lets go. takes of his jacket and dances around with everyone. he doesnt look stupid either. he looks good. and steve notices 

this is a small one, i dont even have a story to it. all i know is that comparisons between the scene that accompanies this song in top gun and the basket ball scene in st2 have been made, and itd be a super fun, corny scene :)

starts at the very begining. this song has ALWAYS felt so magical and me. i get chills every god damn time i hear the intro. i want their first kiss to be to the intro. 

its after the last fight of season three. someone else was flayed, someone we dont love. obviously billy survives. in FACT, he was along for the ride with robin and steve, all the shenanigens with the russians, billy was tied up and drugged too. BOTH he and robin admit their sexualities. 

billy still sacrafices himself to save the kids from the monster, he says something cute like “see ya round pretty boy” or some corny shit like that before he goes to run and save el, theres a moment when steve knows what hes about to do, theyre staring at eachother and theeeerse the electricity steve knows so much about. theyre really about to kiss, staring at eachothers mouths, but the monster makes a noise and billy knows its now or never, so he runs off. 

steve tries to save him but gets nocked out. he goes unconcious thinking billys going to or is already dead. 

it cuts to the end scene when theyre all in the car park. steves got an icepack to his face, hes obviously been sobbing. 

but he heres a voice. 

(clearly overjoyed and kind of smug) “am i dreaming or is that you harrington”

he looks up. its billy. we get a nice long run-jump-hug. steves in billys arms before he can even finish his sentence:

(nearly crying but SO excited) “yeah its me dont cream your pa-”

NOW. OKAY SO. i love love love they idea of billy steve and robin going home with murray, or at least showing up at his place. maybe billy cant stand the thought of going home, hell maybe neil was the one that got flayed and died idk. anyway.

nancy and jonathen are like, we know a place if people dont want to go home, and they go murrays place. when they show up at the door murray KNOWS. hes like “ffs two more people who have repressed feelings for eachother what am i a therapist. but he lets them in and they have a similar conversation that murray had with nancy and jonathen/joyce and hopper. poking fun at how much they like eachother etc. 

billy and steve have a really intimate talk. not sexaul intimate, just really open. theyre both so tiered, steve thought billy was dead, billy had to say goodbye to steve, who he KNOWS hes in love with by now, thinking he was about to die. they both KNOW how the feel about eachother now, but they havent said it explicitly. just lots of “i really thought id lost you”, “your my best friend”, “i cant believe youd do that for me” etc etc. 

they decide to go to bed, billy walks steve to his room, the one nancy stayed in when she and jonathen got together, theyre standing at the door. just staring at eachother like they were during that fight sequence. the energies back. billy really thinks he might go for it, but decides he doesnt want to ruin things if steve doesnt really feel the same way. he doesnt even know if he likes guys yet. so he just says “night steve” (steve, get it, not harrington, cause theyre close now and he loves him and those defensive barriers are down ahhhh). 

just as he turns to leave, steve does this:

this exact thing. he grabs billys arm, leans down and kisses him. he thought he lost his chance once, he nearly died like a million times in the past 48 hours. he cant stop himself. 

RIGHT HERE is when the intro to jump kicks in. FUck that synth, the rumbling note that runs through the whole thing. time. stops. its perfect. billys wanted this for so long, so has steve but in the grand tradition of fanfiction he didnt know it until he nearly lost billy for good. 

their arms are all over eachother, just as the rest of the instruments come in, at like 0:15, they both smile into the kiss and shut the door behind them, and it cuts away :). 

theyre finally together!!! theyre in the happy, honeymoon stage of realtionship. god theyre just fucking every. chance. they. get. i think this is a new season. it’s a montage of them hooking up all over hawkins. 

in the back of the video store, robin covering for them. in the car, outside school, steves house. someone walks in and billy has to hang out of the window. he makes a noise and steves like “thats probably just a bird or something” and billy MAKES A BIRD NOISE TO THE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. 

when steve helps him back inside he just stares a him with that “youre a moron but your my moron now” face. “~mimics the sound billy made~ really?” and then billy just laughs and goes back to hooking up with him. 

theyre just HAPPY. theyre comfortble, theyre stupid idiots whod die for eachother and horny as fuck allllll the time, like young guys are. i just want a really lighthearted, NOT INNOCENT, but lighthearted tone to a whole montage of them just being happy and stupid together. 

aaaaand we’re bassically at the end of the storyline i have for them based on music. these three i just like the thought of. i want steve do dance super shamelessly in his bedroom in a towel, not in a sexy way dont get me wrong he looks DUmb, and billys at his door window just admiring this stupid idiot dancing around. i cant believe im in love with this man this graceless lanky man i had to choose this one. but ill be damned if i wouldnt give my fucken life for him

and finally trust me go listen to any scorpions song its bassicaly a harrington anthem. it all started with rock you like a hurricain for me, i saw steve look at him, i saw billy and listened to the lyrics and just thought theres no god damned way this man is straight whats the bet hes into steve and then BAM same season hes just so obviously flirting with him constantly i-

anyway okay so

this song, like many other scorpion songs is allll about billy and steve in my opion. go have fun. 

PlayerEntity made this gif not me all credit to them i just wanted to include it cause its my favorite edit of them ever. 

and thats all!!! if youre seeing this and you thought it was cool thanks i had fun. i really just wanted to get this shit out of my brain its been up there since i was a fuckn 14 year old, now im 18 lol. 

i love these men more than myself and sometimes i forget that theyre not acutally together in show cause i live so completely through fanfiction and the sequence of events you just read. 

fuck why am i signing out like you just watched a youtube video or something i should just post this okay by now xxxxx

[calumance]

LA Devotee - Part IX

Warnings: this part is mostly fluff, a couple cuss words

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Emily and Calum and finally distinguished their relationship, everything is going great, right?

A/N: I rewrote this part like four times, so hopefully you all like this part, I started to lose a bit of confidence on the fourth try. 😂 Happy reading my little berries!!! Feed back and requests are always welcomed!! (Want to me notified when I post more writing? Let me know, and I’ll tag you!)

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         After everything had calmed down, Calum and I returned to our respective chairs and stayed outside for a while. My legs were pulled up to my chest and I felt the night breeze on my face. Sometimes the weather would feel like this at home, but only during the summer. Not having lived here long enough, I was ready to see how warm it stays in the winter. My eyes were focused on a tree swaying in the breeze when Calum cleared his throat, “What’s your family like?” He asked, pulling me out of my trance. A look on his face telling me he was hesitant to ask the question.

         My lips turned up into a smile, and my eyes focused back on the same tree. With the crushing weight no longer sitting on my chest, I was willing to talk about anything. “My mom is a lovely lady, my friends in high school always called her ‘mom’ as well. I have an older brother, we don’t talk very much because he moved and got married and has kids, a live very different from my own. Even though we don’t talk very much, he’s still one of my favorite people.” Calum soaked up every word I said to him. His eyes never leaving my face, and a smile never fading as I spoke. With each passing story I told, or person I spoke about, I could tell by the way his eyes lit up that he genuinely cared. He licked his lips and smiled, telling me that he would love to meet my family, causing me to chuckle and run a hand through my hair.

         Once it started to get dark, and we both had finished our drinks hours ago, we headed inside. As we made our way inside, Calum grabbed both of our empty bottles and tossed them in the trash. Duke ran under our legs as we passed through the door way. As I turned to Calum, he placed his hand on his stomach and twisted his face, “Are you hungry?”

           “Uh, yeah, I could go for some food.” I said in return, not realizing just how hungry I actually was. My hand reaching for my own stomach and rubbing in a circle.

           Calum smiled, “Want to go grab some food?” He asked while straightening up, “Or we could order something for delivery?” He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet, waiting for my response.

           I put my hands behind my back and took a step toward Calum, “We could go grab something. Where do you want to go?” My bottom lip pressed between my teeth as I slowly took another step forward. My eyes slowly looking him up and down, then focusing on his plump lips.

           Calum returned the step and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, eliminating any space that was between us. “I don’t care.” His lips twitched into a smile, his eyes blown with lust. His hands trailed down my side, gently resting on my hips as his head leaned closer to mine, our breaths hot against each other.

           Our lips brushed against each other and just as his lips were about to crash onto mine, I stood straight up and changed the mood with a snap of a finger, “Great! I know just the place!” I exclaimed as I pushed away from Calum, flashing him a coy smirk knowing exactly what I just robbed him of. He sighed and rolled his eyes before placing his hands in his pockets and following me out the front door.

           After Calum drops himself into the passenger seat of my car, I drive us to probably the worst place I could take someone: Olive Garden. Calum raises one eyebrow as we pull into the parking lot and I laugh. He looks my way after hearing my laugh, keeping one eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry it’s not a fancy restaurant or anything, but I like it, and it sounds good.” I tell him as I pull into a parking spot.

           Calum looks around, seeing the amount of people flowing in and out of the restaurant. “Emily,” he turns to me again, a concerned look in his eye causing me to stop like a record scratch. I look at him and wait for him to continue. “If anyone stops me, you keep walking. I’m not sure I want us to be public after only one day, it doesn’t give us any time to really enjoy being us. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings.” He said dropping his eyes to his hands.

           I pushed the ignition button, turning the car off and shook my head. “Doesn’t hurt my feelings at all. If you can deal with my past, then I can deal with you wanting to keep us a secret.” Calum looked at me, his eyes lighting up. I winked at him before stepping out of the car. Once I heard Calum shut the door, I locked the car and walked towards the restaurant. Calum trailed behind me, and it didn’t take very long for someone to stop him. I did as he told me and just kept walking. Just as I got to the door, I glanced back, catching sight of Calum chatting with a group of girls I assumed were fans. He was smiling and talking and nodding to something one of them was saying. I smiled and threw the door open, sauntering my way up to the hostess stand. “How long is the wait for two? Preferably in a more private area?”

           The hostess looked at her tablet and scrolled twice, “There’s about a twenty minute wait for the table we have in the back room. Is that okay?” She looked at me, the light from the tablet shining on her face.

           I turned to look at Calum who was now standing just outside the front doors, surrounded by a different set of people, “Yeah, that’ll work.” I told the hostess after turning back to her.

           “Great,” she said with a smile, “Can I have a name to put down?”

           “Emily.” After she typed on the tablet, she handed me a pager and I sat on the cushioned bench and pulled my phone out of my pocket. As I waited for the pager to go off, I absent mindedly scrolled through some social media, glancing at Calum every once in a while, a different group of people standing around him each time. The last time I checked on him, he was taking a picture with a girl and I laughed at the thought of the caption “I met Calum Hood outside Olive Garden, not sure what he was doing there, but he was really nice!”Or something along those lines.

Before I knew it, the pager buzzed, and I looked out the door at Calum who was still in deep conversation with some fans. I handed the hostess the buzzer and she grabbed two menus. “Could you do me a favor?” I asked the hostess, obviously catching her off guard with my question, causing her to take a step back, “After you take me to the table, will you come grab the gentleman that’s standing out there? The one with blonde curly hair, lots of girls around him? His name is Calum.” She smiled and nodded before taking me into the back room. As the hostess left, I opened the menu and started reading through the options.

           Calum thanked the hostess, causing me to look up from my menu. He sat in the chair across and smiled at me, “Thanks for sending her for me,” He whispered as he pulled the chair in closer to the table. I smiled in response and continued to read over the menu.

           By the time we finished our dinner, almost the entire restaurant had cleared out, allowing us to leave the restaurant together, without Calum being stopped. As I drove back to Calum’s house, he was quiet, but his eyes were focused on his hands. It was probably weird to him that I was the one driving. As I got closer to his house, I finally found a chance to gaze over at him; he was looking at his phone and typing a message, his brows pulled together in concentration. He looked up from his phone just as I pulled into his driveway and put my car in park, “Listen, I haven’t been sleeping super well this past week, so I think I’m going to head home and try to get some sleep.”

         Calum stopped in his tracks, leaving the door to swing open and stop. He looked towards his house and then back at me, “Why don’t you stay here tonight?” His expression not changing, telling me he was dead serious about the offer.

         My eyes followed suit by looking towards his house as I thought about the last time I slept here, and how sleeping on the couch was not the most amazing sleep I’d ever gotten. “I appreciate your offer, but I really just want to sleep in my bed.” My eyes flashed back to Calum who was trying to pull his keys out of his pockets. I shook my head, refraining from rubbing my eyes being that there was still some make up on my eyes.

         He chuckled, my eyebrows pulled together, “I get that, but if it help to persuade you, I meant stay here and sleep in my bed, you know, with me. I can give you some more of my clothes to sleep in, and you can use my shower if you want.” He put his hands in his lap after successfully retrieving his keys, “Then tomorrow we can do something fun.”

         My eyes widened in surprise, “Are you sure? I mean, I’ll stay, but I don’t want anything to be awkward between us. Don’t you think it’s too soon?” I was rambling, so I pulled my lips into my mouth to stop myself.

         Calum shook his head, “It’s not awkward unless you make it awkward. I mean, you’re my girlfriend, right?” He smirked, proving that he liked saying that out loud. I nodded, “Well, see, not awkward then. Let’s get you to bed.” He pushed himself out of the car and closed the door before I got a chance to shut the car off. By the time I had gotten out of the car, he was already through his front door. Once I passed through the doorway, he shut the door and held out his hand with a smile. I set my bag on the table by the door and took his hand, then he began pulling me down the hallway towards his bedroom.

         When we got to his bedroom, Duke was already laying on his bed, his head popping up and his tail wagging when we walked in. Calum opened a drawer and pulled out a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of basketball shorts. “Will these work for tonight?” I took them and nodded, hugging them to my chest, letting the scent of his lingering cologne fill my nose. “My bathroom is right through there,” He pointed to the door at the opposite end of his room. “I can go grab some of the body wash my sister left here if you want?” My head nodded again, “Okay, give me just a minute.” He left the room and I looked at Duke whose tail wagged just slightly. I leaned towards him and scratched the top of his head, making his tail wag a little faster. Duke reminded me of the dog I had before I got divorced, but he was taken from me too.

          Calum came back into his bedroom holding two different bottles. “I wasn’t sure which one you’d want, so I grabbed both of them. There are towels on a rack in the bathroom, feel free to use however many that you need. I’ll take Duke to go outside and then we’ll come back and check in on you.” He called for Duke who went bounding off the bed and Calum shut the door. I entered his bathroom and almost fainted, an audible “fuck”falling off my lips. His bathroom was almost the size of my bedroom. As my heart raced, I remembered that the goal I set for myself was to save up some money and move into a new apartment, but everything in Los Angeles is so expensive. I shook my head and turned the shower on, stripping out of my clothes and placing the clothes he gave me on the towel rack.

          The shower felt better than any shower that I’ve taken at my own apartment. I felt completely refreshed, almost like I could take on the world, if it weren’t for the utter exhaustion lingering behind my eyes. I wrapped a towel around my head and pulled on the clothes Calum had given me, folding the clothes I had been wearing. As I came out of the bathroom, I heard Calum knock. “You can come in.” The door opened and the first one to come through the door was Duke, then Calum followed behind him, a smile almost as big as Duke’s pressed to his lips.

         He took a few steps closer to me and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I have to do some work for a little while, but make yourself comfortable. The remote for the TV is on the nightstand, you can turn on whatever.” He moved the blankets so that I could crawl into his bed. As much as I wanted to feel uncomfortable, the feeling of getting to a bed after barely getting any sleep was absolutely glorious. Calum pulled his comforter over me and kissed my forehead, “I’ll be in my music room, at the end of the hallway, if you need me. I should be done in an hour or two. Get some sleep, sunshine.” I smiled at his term of endearment and cuddled further down into the bed. Calum walked out the door, leaving it cracked enough that a stream of light from the hallway shone across the bed. I thought about turning on the TV, but before I could act on it, I was fast asleep.

        The movement of the bed woke me up, which didn’t surprise me. It woke me up every time my ex would get into bed too. I lifted my hand to my eye and rubbed the sleep out of it so I could look at Calum, “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He placed a hand on my cheek and kissed my forehead, “Go back to sleep.” As I laid my head back onto the pillow, I could feel him run his fingers through my hair, then he pulled the comforter over himself. With Duke still in between our legs, I moved the upper half of my body so that I was cuddled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in even closer, and kissed the top of my head. Within just a few minutes I was fast asleep again.

         When I woke up, the sun was shining through his windows. As I opened my eyes, I could see the whole city, and it seemed to be an absolutely beautiful day outside. When I turned to lay on my side, I noticed Calum wasn’t there. I sat up and listened to some clatter sounds coming from down the hall. I threw the blanket off me and went into the bathroom, conforming to the habit my bladder has of needing to be emptied every morning. As I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and noticed how horrible my hair looked. I hated going through drawers in other people’s houses, but I had to find something to tie my hair up before I faced my newly found boyfriend. After I didn’t find one, I went to the guest bathroom and started going through those drawers. With no luck, I turned the sink on and splashed my hair with water to make it presentable.

         I made my way down the hallway, finding Calum in the kitchen, cooking. When he caught sight of me, he smiled the bright smile that could reduce me to a puddle. “Good morning, sunshine. Would you like some coffee?” I nodded and sat on a bar stool as he handed me a mug of coffee, flavored creamer and some sugar. “I’d make it, but I don’t know how you like it.”

         I smiled, carefully taking the warm cup in my hands, “I’ll show you.” I opened the creamer and poured, “I pour until it’s a certain color. Not too dark, but not too light either, like a golden brown.” As I set the creamer down and picked up the sugar and spooned one spoonful of sugar in. “If it wasn’t flavored creamer, I’d put more sugar in, but since it’s flavored, I don’t need that much.” The spoon made a clinking sound as I stirred the coffee. The mug was hot, so I carefully took my first sip. It was perfect. “My coffee is never the same day to day, but it’s usually close.” I shrugged and Calum let out a breathy laugh as he took a sip from his own coffee mug.

         After Calum set his mug down, he continued to cook up some breakfast, then sat next to me with two plates. He took a bite and nudged me with his elbow, “What do you want to do today?” He looked at me while chewing, a smug little smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

         My fork poked a little at the food Calum had made as I thought about all the things we could do. I shrugged, “Maybe we could just hang out here? I can run home real fast and grab a few things, then I can come back and just hang out.” Of course we could go out and wander the streets, go shopping, but we just established our relationship, so all I really wanted to do was enjoy his company, see what a normal Saturday at home looks like with him.

         Calum nodded, “That sounds nice, do you want me to go with you? Maybe we can stop at Starbucks on the way back?” Although it was a bit silly for him to go with me, just to come back here, I never turn down Starbucks, even after drinking a cup of coffee. We finished our food and Calum grabbed his keys. After Calum locked the front door, we both walked to his car together. Our laughter filled the car as he drove us to my apartment. He gripped my hand tightly as we walked to the door of the complex. The elevator dinged when it reached my floor, continuing to hold hands until the elevator doors opened.

         My face was all smiles until I turned the corner and laid eyes on a familiar looking man. He was leaning against my door, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth, and his finger scrolling through his phone. I stopped dead in my tracks as the rage boiled in the pit of my stomach. Calum’s hand pressed on my lower back as every muscle in my body tensed, and my hands balled into fists at my sides. The man snapped his head up, hearing the elevator ding to make its way to another floor, and before he could say anything, I spat out, “What in the fuck are you doing here, Nathan?”

[queenmaracasandlove]

You’re My Best (Sex) Friend Series - Roger Taylor x F!Reader - Part I

Word Count: +/- 2500

Summary: Roger and Y/N are sex friends and everything is fine until they realize that maybe it could be something more. Can be read as Roger x Reader or Ben!Roger x Reader, help yourself. 

Warning: Mentions of sex and some fluff

A/N: So this was supposed to be only an OS but I really liked the story so it’s going to be a mini-series. As of now I’m planning on it being made of five to six parts. I would love to know what you think about it! Also I’ve never done that before but would you be interested in a taglist? 

MASTERLIST

PART II PART III PART IV PART V

Roger and Y/N were hooking up occasionally. It was nothing serious and was quite convenient for the both of them. Y/N did not want to settle down but she did not want to wake up next to a new person every other day. As for Roger he knew he could trust Y/N and it was quite pleasing to share intimate moments with someone he knew rather than a groupie, at least from time to time. Of course sex between them was also extremely satisfactory. Y/N was familiar with the band for a few years now, she had worked in a pub where they spent a lot of time when they were still starting up. Things had changed quite a bit and they had just finished recording their fourth album.

Roger had phoned Y/N so she would come at his place and listen to the new songs. She had come to some recording session but he knew she was really excited about the final product. She was genuinely passionate about their work and always gave an honest opinion which he highly valued. They had listened to the complete album and watched two movies before casually ending up bonking, the music playing once again in the background. Y/N was riding Roger and finally came for the second time of the afternoon. She was never disappointed and it wasn’t long before the drummer finished himself off on her stomach.

“Oh that was good” Roger said

“Agreed” Y/N said

There was something special between the two of them. After all this time they knew how to please each other and they were rarely disappointed. But it never felt mechanical on the contrary, it was a true exchange between the two of them.  

“I really like the song John wrote, it’s catchy” Y/N said “Can you put it back while I’m taking a shower?”

Y/N very much needed to clean herself and even though Roger hated that song he owed her at least that for what had just happened. He got up and did as she wished, turning up the volume so she could hear the music from the bathroom and lit a cigarette. He could hear her humming the song, she did not know the words of course but she was already familiar with the melody.

The main reason why he did not like the song was because he thought it did not belong in a rock band’s repertoire but also and mainly just to bother his bandmates, especially Deacy. The song was joyful and light and that was not exactly what he had in mind for their sound.  Of course he was happy that the bassist had found everything he needed but they did not bloody need to sing “happy at home” like an anthem.

All he had at home was an old sofa, a broken bed, his drum-kit in a corner and something that looked like a kitchen. Since he moved here he had make zero effort to make the place his own or personality. He spent most of this time on tour, recording or partying and he did not see the interest. There was absolutely no sunshine and the place where he was happy was definitely on the stage doing what he was good at. He looked by the window and saw the streets of London, almost empty, clearly the whole neighbourhood could hear the music blasting from his flat but he did not care.

Y/N came out of the bathroom in a towel, Roger turned down the music and looked at her. She was quite beautiful, the street light glowing on her wet skin. She smiled at him while trying to gather her clothes.

“Do you want to sleep here?” he heard himself ask “It’s quite late”

“Well… Why not. I cannot really afford a taxi and I am not walking for an hour and half right now. Thanks”

It was the first time that she would stay for the night. It was not like they had never spend time together. She would often come to see them rehearse or even spend the afternoon at his place. She had even helped him when he had his shop with Freddie. But never had they shared a bed together for something else than sex and that felt odd somehow. There was an intimacy that was completely different from what they had experienced before.

Y/N did not seem to have anything to say about it and simply went into the bedroom. She grabbed one of Roger’s shirt and boxer before going into bed.

“I’m so glad we had sex on the couch and not on this bloody thing, you should really invest that new money in a mattress Rog’” she complained jumping on it a little

For one second Roger was about to ask her if she wanted him to sleep and the couch but he quickly realised how stupid that question was. They just had slept together, twice. They also probably had fell asleep together at some point, but this felt, different. She looked good, in his clothes. She seemed to be comfortable and although quite sleepy still had a smile on her face. She was flipping through the book on his bedside table.

“Is it good ?” she asked before looking at him “Rog’ are you okay?”

Roger was completely lost in thought, leaning against the door frame. Y/N looked suddenly worried. She was not used to see him speechless. She paused and felt suddenly uncomfortable. Maybe he did not really want her to stay. She was been surprised but very happy about him asking. The idea of walking by herself in the streets of London at such an hour was not very reassuring and she could take the tube early in the morning. She usually did not stay that long but they had watched a film and then another one before getting down to business. The time had flied as they spent a particularly good afternoon together.

“I can go home if you want me to” she said

“No… No I want you to stay. Sorry I’m just knackered” he replied

He went back to the living room, put his underwear back on, turned off the music and the light before coming back into the bedroom. Y/N was already under the blanket and her eyes were closed. She did not want to be any burden and silently waited for him to join her. He closed the door and lay down next to her. She could feel the heat of his body from afar and he knew it was quite cold in the room, he never put any heating on. The band might have been successful and the money was finally slowly coming in although he had already spent most of it.

Roger’s arms slowly reached out for Y/N’s body and brought her closer to him. She did not say anything and waited a few seconds before placing her face next to his chest. Roger had had numerous girls in his bed and many of them had done the same thing before Y/N but it felt different. Never he had shivered because of the feeling of one these girls’ cheeks on his bare skin.

He had trouble falling asleep but it was not the case of Y/N, he could feel how calm she was and her slow breath on his torso. She looked so peaceful, so calm. She had a really outgoing personality, always smiling or talking. She was silent and there was something almost sad in her face as she was asleep. One of her hand moved as it grabbed Roger’s side. Her little frown disappeared and he found her incredibly cute.

When Roger woke up he was alone in bed. He sighed, he would have like to say goodbye to Y/N but she had probably gone back to her place. Once again he was alone in his flat with nothing to do. He got up to pee and smelt something coming out of the kitchen, now that he was little more awake he could swear someone was singing. He quickly went to the bathroom before following the little tune.

It was Y/N, she was humming one of Queen’s song. She was really into their music but she did not want it say it too much not to be taken for a groupie. Her voice was beautiful, almost technically perfect and so pleasing to the ear. He was really impressed by how effortless it sounded. Roger knew that it was her favourite song, she was so excited the first time she had heard it. He did not want to stop her, enjoying the moment. She was cooking breakfast and it smelt really good. It was not often that Roger would cook for himself although he wondered how she had found anything to make breakfast with. His stomach betrayed him as it started rumbling and Y/N noticed him.

“Hello gorgeous” Y/N said, smiling and taking care of the scrambled eggs, “Did you sleep well?”

“You realise this is my place right?” Roger asked, amused by her attitude. “But yes I did”

“Great! Now time for breakfast. I’m starving !”

“Where did you find the food?” he asked

Suddenly an embarrassed smirk appeared on Y/N’s face as she finished setting the table.

“I may have taken the fiver that was on the table” she said “Sorry”

“That’s okay” he said “Thank you for making breakfast”

He sat next to her and started eating. It wasn’t much and it wasn’t anything fancy but he could tell it had been made with attention and that’s all that mattered. She jumped on the food and ate with eagerness. He had noticed how she had lost some weight when his hands where on her bare ribs yesterday. Nothing dramatic and none of his business but he started to wonder why it was so.

“How’s work?” he asked

This is how they had met. Y/N was working in the pub right next where his band used to rehearse. It was her first job moving in London town and they had become rather close altogether. One night after work they had slept together, just for fun. He was really surprised by how the next time they had seen each other everything was back to normal. She did not act like nothing had happened but at the same time she never considered it for something more than what it was. It was the first time that something like that had happened to him and he could still remember the kind of relief he felt because already at that time Y/N was important to him. Without thinking too much about it, it had became casual. 

The pub she was working at became the place they would go for a beer most of the time but after their first album they almost never were in that part of the city and they came less and less. In fact, Y/N had became part of their inner circle and she was invited to big and small parties by the members of the group quite often.

“Well… no more work” she just replied

“What?”

Roger was really surprised. She had not say anything about it.

“Well… Apparently I was not needed anymore, had to make some cuts in the expenses” she replied, shrugging her shoulders

“But you were pouring your heart in that freaking job!’ Roger almost screamed

He was angry for her. He knew that being a waitress was not Y/N’s dream but he also knew that she was very good at it and that she was always doing her best. The idea of her being fired like a piece of trash was very displeasing.

“It’s okay Rog’, it was probably time for me to go and do what I came to London for”

“Are you finally going to audition for some musicals?” he asked

“You remember?”

“Of course. You almost made me crazy singing that Funny Girl song all the time last year”

She was so happy he remembered that. She did not talk about it a lot because she was so insecure about her skills. It was true though, she had come to London to pursue her dream of an artistic career. Unfortunately it was crazy expensive to live in this city and the few roles she was able to get were not paying the rent and she had taken more and more hours at the pub, leaving her dream behind her. Blood started rushing through her face just thinking about Roger hearing her singing but just stuck her tongue out.

“At least I don’t sing songs about me fucking cars”

“What did you just say?”

“I’m just saying I love the melody Rog’ but the lyrics… Really?”

She wasn’t mean at all, she was playful and was, per usual, great at changing the subject when she felt embarrassed. She was so amused by the look on his face, he was clearly upset but not angry.

“I mean… did you really locked yourself in a cupboard so that everybody could hear you sing that you got a feel for your automobile on a B-side? I know you’re used to being extra but...”

Y/N couldn’t resist but laugh just thinking about the whole thing and she started running as soon as she saw Roger spreading his arms towards her to get revenge. The place was not that big but she tried to lock herself up in the bathroom, unfortunately Roger was much faster than her and soon enough his arms were around her waist.

“What exactly is wrong with my song eh?” he asked starting to tickle her ribs

“You’re saying you’re in love with a car Roger. Do I really need to explain what’s wrong with it?”

She burst into laughter as the tickling became more intense. She tried to respond to the attack but he was much stronger than her. He knew she was partly joking because he had seen her bobbing her head to the tune yesterday as she was listening to the record for the first time.

“How the fuck do you know about the cupboard?” he asked suddenly realising that he never told her about it while stopping the fight

“I had Freddie on the phone the other day and he told me” she answered, finally able to breeze

Roger let go of Y/N and went back to breakfast. She raised her eyebrows but joined him, after all the fight was not going to last for hours. It was stupid but Roger had felt weird knowing that Y/N had called Freddie. Somehow he had started thinking that she was closer to him than she was with his friends but maybe he was wrong. They kept talking about a few things and Y/N eventually decided to go back to her place. She left a delicate kiss on Roger’s cheek as she always did before saying goodbye.

Roger closed the door, a smile on his face before looking behind him, to the very empty flat. Once again he was alone. He thought that it was crazy how someone as little as Y/N could fill in so much space. He was left with his feelings and all he knew for sure was that he wanted to see her again very soon and not just for a booty call.

[my-seperate-kp0p-life]

SMUT --- RM and reader

Storyline: RM’s solo album, Mono, just released and you wanted to see him to congratulate him.

You texted him, “Hey, you awake?”- You, “Yes, at the studio” - RM, “Can I come see you?”- You
. “of course, see you soon” - RM You grabbed a bottle of champagne, a mini vodka, glasses to celebrate, and headed over to the Namjoon’s studio.

You knocked on the door and he let you in. “CONGRATSSS!!!!” You yell whispering, and hug him. He hugs back and rubs your back, then lets go and shuts the door behind you. He sits back down and pulls a chair next to him for you to sit in. He was looking good as ever, in his white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He could say the same for you, in your black leggings, black sports bra, and gray quarter-zip crop top. Before beginning the conversation, you take out the champagne and vodka from your bag and pour you both some. After downing the champagne and two shots of vodka each, you break the silence and say “So how are you feeling? happy, relieved, overwhelmed?” “Very happy, Ive been up reading the fans twitter reactions all night… also very relieved, I feel like a ton of weight has been lifted off of my shoulder. Like I can finally breathe again” he says. “Yea, I bet.. You worked on it for how long, half a year?” “yeah, about 7 months, a long time, but I’m happy with what I produced, have you heard it?” he says. “Of course I have.. I listened to it as soon as it released. I’m in love with Tokyo.. ahhh so good, just so good. I’m so proud of you!” you say. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it. It seems like fans are really enjoying it” he says.

About 2 hours pass and by this time, you two had stopped watching fan reactions and were just talking. It was always so easy to talk to RM. He was the deepest out of the seven, and you liked it. Everything always felt so comfortable with him, the conversations just flowed. It was always so effortless with RM, like you could talk about anything, no matter how silly or how serious. He’s always been the one you’ve gone to to talk about life, ask for advice, vent to, or even just sit in silence. Namjoon was a safe place for you, like all your problems were left at the door when you were with him. And it always felt like there was no judgement, no questionable looks, nothing was ever off limits. After continuous talking, you remember you brought the letter you wanted to read to him. You pull it from your bag and RM is stunned. His eyes are so bright and his smile is so big. He can’t believe you wrote him a letter, but he said he was so excited to hear it. So you begin: “Namjoon, *laughing* again, congratulations on your album. I know how hard you worked on it and I’m so happy that its finally out and you can live stress free once again. I wanted to tell you how proud of you I am. Although you are only 3 years older than me, I feel like theres a lifetime of differences between us. You are so smart and curious. You continue to learn more and more every day. You like to read books and browse the internet for new knowledge. You are passionate and genuine. Your raps show the kind of person you are and who you grew to be, while also teaching ARMY how to grow into the person they want to be. You are so thoughtful and caring to the other boys, the team, and especially ARMY. I promise you that what you say to your fans leave an imprint on their lives. You are the cause of so many peoples happiness. You are the reason so many smile and laugh, and truly enjoy their lives. To some, you are the only reason they wake up in the morning **makes eye contact** Namjoon, you are such an important person and have so, so much to offer. Always remain the person you are, the one who has impacted millions of people, but also remember you are Kim Namjoon. A man in his 20s who deserves to feel so much joy and happiness. You deserved to be loved, cherished, and appreciated everyday for the person you are…….. And I didn’t write this but I want to thank you for always being someone I can come to and release my worries. You always make me feel better” Namjoon is feeling very sentimental in the moment and responds with a “thank you, y/n, that means so much. I wish there was more to say, but I’m speechless. That was so beautiful, thank you”. He then pulls you in for a hug… which lasted about 10 seconds, until he looked at you and kissed you. The drinks were flowing inside you two, so your reaction to the kiss was slow. After 5 seconds, you pull aways and look at him. Your eyes locked and it felt like your heart sank in your chest. Neither of you said anything, but you leaned in for another kiss. This time, you were standing in between his legs. His hands were around your waist and touching your skin. He pulled you in closer and you were practically in his lap, but instead of kissing your lips, he was kissing your neck. You could feel the heat rising within you and could tell where this was going. You knew that if you weren’t drunk, then this wouldn’t be happening, but you wanted it. He pick you up and laid you on the ground and started making out with you. His forearm was under your head while his fingers intertwined in your hair. You were in heaven right now. His lips were soft, and kisses were gentle and tasty. Your heart was racing but it felt right. You just let him take over, and he was ready to make a move. He replaced his arm with a small pillow and began undressing you. He took off your pull over, kissing your neck and shoulders, then pulled off your sports bra. You two kept locking eyes which made this more intimate. After  undressing your top half, he pleased you all over. From kissing your lips and neck, to gently biting your ears, to kissing your shoulders, to sucking on your tits. He could tell you were ready by your soft moans. So, he went lower. He kissed you all the way down to your pussy. He rubbed it a little before taking of your pants and underwear. But, you couldn’t handle in. Your hands were holding onto his while he played with you. After a few trembles from you, he took it all off, leaving your glorious, naked body in from off him. He broke the silence by telling you how beautiful you were. Telling you how pretty your pussy is. He was touching you, running his fingers over your arms and stomach, till clinching your fingers and holding hands with you, while lying on his stomach and began eating you. After 5 seconds, he looked up at you and said “and you taste good too… fuck”. You gave a slight grin and rolled your eyes back to his magnificent skills. You weren’t surprised that he was good, because he’s fucking Kim Namjoon, but you didn’t know he was this good. His tongue fucking turned into a combo of finger fucking and licking your pussy and it drove you insane. He was still holding your right hand and pleasuring you with the other. Your head was laid back and eyes closed, enjoying being ate out. Your breathing start to gets a bit heavier and your moans a bitter harder to get out, which meant you were close. And 10 sections later, you came on his fingers and let out a sigh of relief. He licked you and his fingers clean before sitting up. You looked at him and said “uh hum… we’re not finished” and pulled him towards you. You started to make out again, but a bit hotter. The kisses weren’t as gentle as before and things were moving quicker. Meanwhile, you’re pulling his shirt off while he’s wrestling to take off his sweats and underwear. He does and next thing you know, he’s entering you. Like true Namjoon style, he starred into your eyes as he fucked you slowly. The heat between you two was enticing. Your bodies moved perfectly together. Every thrust into made you moan a little louder and each touch made your nails dig deeper into his back. He was panting and slightly sweating but it was hot. You started to feel his dick twitch inside you and knew he was about to cum. He kissed you one last time before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. He quickly grabbed a towel and rubbed his cum off of you, throwing it in the corner, and lying next to you. You looked at him and laughed because of his heavy breathing. He giggled with you and pulled you in for another kiss. He handed you his shirt to put on, while putting his sweats back on, and grabbing a bottle of water from his mini fridge. You put on your underwear and laid down with him on the couch. You cuddle up wtih Namjoon and fall asleep in his arms.

[seitjun]

Fluff 13 with freewood pleaseee😊

13.) “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

wc: 3500+ // freewood // college au

extra notes: didn’t mean to write this much, but here we are. i hope you enjoy though, and lemme know of any mistakes! my eyes are aching since i did this in two big sittings oops. pasted under a read more due to length.

i.

“Do any of you guys know a bloke called Ryan? Ryan, er…Haywood?”

Gavin poses the question with a furrowed lilt of his brow, looking almost genuinely worried over his question. He doesn’t catch how the other two lads exchange glances between each other, lifting his head to look at them curiously too late.

“Ryan? Yeah, I know him, he’s a guy in my computer programming class,” Jeremy exclaims with a full mouth, cheeks poking out from his lunch and ignoring Gavin’s disgusted looks. “Super smart and creative dude, I get help from him for my work sometimes. Friendly too, but he kinda keeps to himself? Like, he’s actually serious about college.”

“I mean, if he’s gonna go in debt for college, might as well make the most of it,” Michael reasons with a shrug. He snatches a fry from Jeremy’s plate and makes a face at the sogginess of it. “Besides, why’re you askin’, Gav? You tryna’ make a move or something?” He waggles his eyebrows, nudging Gavin with a smirk.

Gavin scoffs, his cheeks flushing at the thought of it. Sure he’s been out for a while now to the people that mattered, but pursuing a guy had seemed still too much for him; he doesn’t call it an issue because it really isn’t, but Gavin knows he gets hung up on things like these too easily.

“No, Michael, I’m not trying to shag. It’s just…” He trails off with a frustrated look as the words get lost in transit; he doesn’t know how to explain the situation, so he just reaches for something in his pocket and presents a wrinkled paper to his friends.

There’s a section of admittedly smudged and illegible writing, but clearer and more coherent is the bottom of the paper – there, written in blue-penned chicken scratch is the name Ryan Haywood, followed by a series of digits and what seems to be a crude attempt at drawing a heart.

Another brief look is shared between Michael and Jeremy, and a silent conversation occurs; one where Michael smiles victoriously afterwards, and Jeremy slumps over himself with a groan.

“I think…he’s trying to make a move on you, Gav,” Jeremy points out with a sigh, still slumping. He actually looks exasperated after saying that, as if he can’t believe Gavin is dense enough to ignore the signs in the closing. “I mean, the guy’s literally handing you his number. Plus there’s a heart too! I didn’t even get a heart when Michael asked me out.”

Gavin raises a brow. Peering at the note he laid on the table, he can’t really conjure any reasons why Jeremy would think those factors made it seem like flirting. Hearts and numbers are common enough things to hand out, aren’t they? Hell, Gavin signs his own texts with x’s and o’s, no matter who it’s being sent out to, and those seem on a level similar to hearts.

So, he shakes his head, taking the paper back and returning it to his pocket. He makes a note to input the number in his phone, lets himself pray that Ryan’s not a creepy dude. “I don’t think he’s making a move on me. Maybe he just wants a friend? Especially since you said he’s pretty quiet, so maybe he’s lonely too!”

Gavin looks proud of himself of that analysis, especially stubborn too, and the two other lads aren’t ready to handle that whole situation. They just leave Gavin be for now, let him handle whatever happens.

ii.

Gavin learns, after a month of awkward conversations and slightly intimidated meetings, that the number and the guy don’t end up being creepy – at least not seriously, the jokes Ryan makes actually funny – and Gavin is absolutely thankful for it. He’s had his fair share of sketchy guys already, and he wants to move far, far away from them.

“Ryan!” Gavin calls out after his film technology class let out late, sprinting to catch the attention of the older student. He stops clumsily in front of Ryan, almost tripping over his unlaced shoes, but he grins in relief when the other manages to stop him from making a fool of himself. “Thanks for that and waiting up for me! I know you could’ve just headed off to lunch already.”

Ryan just shakes his head, as if what Gavin’s saying is something implausible for him to do. He pockets his phone to focus wholeheartedly on Gavin, casually slinging an arm around his shoulders and starting to head towards the campus lunch halls. “What, and then deal with you whining at me ‘bout leaving you behind? I don’t hate myself enough to do that, Gavin.”

Gavin rolls his eyes. With a slight jab to Ryan’s side, courtesy of his elbow, he revels in the soft wheeze that escapes the other man; serves him right for that comment, honestly, even if it’s more truthful than false. “Hey! I don’t whine, and even if I did, you probably deserved to have me whining to you, you prick,” he huffs, crossing his arms with a pout. His cheeks puff out in indignation.

“Hey, no, don’t pull that face on me!” Ryan laughs through his words as he pulls Gavin closer. Their sides are pressed up together, and it’s enough for Ryan to manage to tuck Gavin’s head against the crook of his neck. “And ‘prick’, huh? No more ‘love’ for me?” His words take on a mocking, British accent on the nicknames.

Gavin shakes his head, but he can’t help tucking himself further against Ryan’s side, almost cozying up to him, even as he gently whacks Ryan’s shoulder. “Oh, sod off! I might as well leave if you’re gonna be a git like that!”

Ryan snorts at the threat, just bringing Gavin in to give him a noogie to the background music of a squawking man. And if they find themselves walking a little closer than most friends do afterwards, one part Gavin’s clinginess and two parts Ryan’s initiation, they don’t say anything about it.

iii.

Considering their interest in video games is definitely more than the average person, it’s almost unbelievable how it takes them another month to finally get each other’s gamertags with all their discussion around it. But maybe it had been a sign the world was telling them to turn back now, do not pass go, do not collect $200, because they’re absolute hell in video games.

“Fuck off, Gavin, Ryan! I’m just trying to fuckin’– agh!” Michael’s enraged voice sounds out loudly through Gavin’s headphones, only mildly blocked out with Gavin’s giggling. “I just wanna get to my car, please.”

Anger melts into defeat easily by his and Ryan’s antics, and Gavin coos softly at Michael, quieter giggles following afterward. “Alright, let’s let Michael get into his car now. Or else, he and Jeremy are gonna mug me even more next time we play,” he concedes. He hears Michael let out a whoop of relieved joy as he gets into his personal vehicle, hears Ryan’s amused chuckling.

“That was fun while it lasted. We should see how long we can get away with doing that to Jeremy next time,” Ryan suggests. He’s already driving off and away from the sight of Michael’s torment, casually as if he isn’t talking about how to torment Jeremy as well.

“You don’t even know Jeremy that well yet, but you’re attacking him already? You’re being a lot more evil than usual, Ry, y’know,” Gavin points out as his game model whips out a gun to point at something random. He laughs bubbly at the twisted model’s arms only for his attention to be taken away by the sight of a cyclist on the highway in front of them. “Oh! Ryan, Ryan, Ryan! Look!”

“H-Huh, what!?” Ryan startles, the car jerking slightly. “What? The cyclist?”

“Yeah, that guy! Run him over, Ry, please?” Gavin pleads with a grin, acting as if he’s not requesting for Ryan to mow down an innocent character. “It’d be so funny, yeah?”

Thing is – Gavin’s not exactly wrong. They find humor in a lot of the same things, and Ryan does like the whole violence and unbidden by law thing of GTAV. Ryan also has an awful habit of indulging Gavin, but that doesn’t need to be said. It’d just be an awful disservice to the game and them both if he didn’t take the opportunity presented to him, wouldn’t it?

Besides, the reward of hearing Gavin’s laughter – the kind where he’s somehow squeaking and wheezing because he’s laughing too hard – and Michael’s quiet ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ more than makes up for the bloodied windshield he has to drive with now.

Ryan doesn’t mention anything about how he takes to running over every motorcyclist he sees now, just to hear Gavin squeal in joy again. How he always does it with a quiet but giddy, ‘Just for you’.

“Whatever Gavin wants, I don’t mind doing it for him,” Ryan shrugs when Michael questions him about it later, and he chuckles at hearing the flustered squeak from Gavin’s end.

iv.

“Thanks for willing to help me out with this, Rye-bread.”

Gavin’s face is graced with a tired, but grateful smile as he throws himself into the seat across Ryan. Tucked away in a corner of the spacious library, the two of them settle as much as they can before they start their impromptu tutoring lesson; pleaded to by a near-wailing Gavin, Ryan finds himself surrounded by familiar mathematical textbooks and not-as-familiar math concepts.

“No worries, you know that I don’t mind helping you out at all,” Ryan smiles kindly. It seems to work, taking off a little of the exhaustion from Gavin’s slumped shoulders. The other man looks older, weary without his usual exuberance; it’s an unsettling sight, and Ryan silently resolves to help Gavin as best he can. “Do you know what you want to work on specifically?”

Gavin hesitates. He scratches at his chin, asking with a sheepish smile, “Is all of the above an answer?” He fiddles with his hands as he flushes red and ducks his head down from Ryan. “Math just…never was my thing. And midterms are coming up, so I need to be good at math for just one day, at least! So, please help?”

Ryan rolls his eyes, flicking Gavin’s forehead. “Calm down, or you might get us kicked out. And I’m already here, so it’d be dumb if I just left right now, didn’t I?”

“I guess…” Gavin shifts awkwardly, almost as if unaware of Ryan’s genuinity. “When I say I’m bad at math, I’m absolutely shite at it. Jeremy and Michael always get frustrated trying to explain stuff to me, even though I know they’re trying not to. I’m just awful dumb at it,” he mumbles. He hazards a glance at Ryan, wondering if he’d leave after that admission.

“Gav…” Ryan sighs. He moves his chair closer to the table, leans forward to bring his face near Gavin’s, noses near touching. “I don’t care if you’re horrible at math as long as you try to learn. I said I’d help, and I’ll try to without getting mad. And don’t talk ‘bout yourself like that. You’re actually not a dumb idiot, even if I call you that a lot, Gav,” Ryan murmurs to him.

Gavin’s eyes widen. He can’t help staring into Ryan’s eyes and the intensity of them, blue shade glinting with a seriousness Gavin only saw when Ryan was coding or performing. It makes his cheeks turn redder for a completely different reason, and it sends his heart thrumming with a giddiness that surprises him.

It wrenches a grin from him, wide and crooked but utterly genuine. He wonders if his eyes are shining brightly, his emotions peeking through at how touched he is by Ryan’s words. “Thanks, Rye,” he whispers softly but as kindly in return.

His arms move on their own automatically, wrapping around Ryan with no hesitation as a token of his appreciation. And Ryan – easily, he returns the hug, but he does curse himself on how close their faces were, how close he was to finally spilling the truth about his intentions to a still clueless Gavin.

“No problem, Gav,” Ryan settles on saying. “There’s no one else I’d be happier to help with than you,” he grins.

v.

Gavin is thrumming with excitement.

He rocks back and forth – heels to his toes – as he waits, a small bouquet he bought just a few hour ago in hand, right by the stage for Ryan to appear. He’s even made Jeremy and Michael wait with him, and he ignores the looks they throw each other around him, far too focused on Ryan.

It’s with a giddy cheer that he squeals out ‘Ryan!’ when he spots him climbing down the stairs to the floor in his outfit still. He launches himself at the older man without a second thought, limbs hooked around him like a koala clinging onto a tree branch for life.

“You were absolutely fantastic, Rye! I didn’t think I’d enjoy a play so much, but you made it easy to be interested. No wonder you got the lead role,” Gavin praises with ease, squeezing Ryan in an imitation of a hug in their odd position. “Oh, and I even got you some flowers! Lil’ J said that’s a nice thing to do after a show, yeah?”

A puff of laughter escapes Ryan as he takes the flowers gingerly, arm tightening around Gavin to return the hug and make sure he doesn’t slip off. His cheeks are warm and red with the adrenaline from performing, the embarrassment from being praised so much by Gavin of all people.

“Jeremy’s right, yes. I appreciate the flowers, Gavin, and I’m glad you liked me being the lead so much. Theatre’s something I love with all my heart,” Ryan explains casually as he shifts Gavin’s weight to hold him up better. “How’d you like the rest of the show? Like, besides me?”

Ryan earns a delighted trill as Gavin throws himself into a rambling commentary about the play. From the set design to the costumes to the story, Gavin compliments kindly and criticizes fairly about everything and everyone. He does his best to spread his comments, but Ryan feels his chest puff in pride when Gavin automatically finds a way to include him with each compliment.

“You know how to blow a guy’s ego up, huh?” Ryan chuckles before squeezing Gavin in another hug. “Glad you liked it though, since I tried to give the best show of our run so far. Just for you, Gav.”

Gavin flushes a pretty shade of pink, and he sticks his tongue out at Ryan, but it’s done with a giggly fondness that he’s absolutely weak for. It takes all of his will to not just pepper Gavin in kisses on the spot as Gavin rambles on about something, looking excited as all hell.

He can listen to Gavin forever, and he knows he must have some dumb, lovestruck expression in his face, because he catches the looks that Gavin’s two friends gift him; a mix of confused but understanding, protective and wary, he can feel their stare boring into him. With it, carrying the weight of the fact that they know. What Ryan knows and what Gavin doesn’t, they’ve been privy all along to this dance happening between them.

It’s unsettling, but he promises them silently that he’s already been working his way to tell Gavin. Soon, he concedes; it’s difficult with how unaware Gavin is, honestly, but he just listens to Gavin ramble earnestly with a wanting heart.

Soon, Ryan tells himself.

+ vi.

“Ryan!”

Reminiscent to their meeting months ago, Gavin sprints to get to Ryan faster and nearly stumbles over his own, two feet. It’s only with an exasperated familiarity with Gavin that Ryan catches the other in time, arms wrapped tightly around a small waist and hands clutching intensely onto broad shoulders. Their faces share almost the same space, noses grazing.

“You need to stop tripping so much, or at least running since you always almost fall afterwards,” Ryan chides with a click of his tongue as he helps Gavin stabilize himself on the ground again. “Who’s going to catch you if I’m not here?” Ryan says it teasingly, and it earns him a gentle sock to the shoulder; flatly, he responds with an ‘ouch’, much to Gavin’s chagrin.

“I’m actually just fine on my feet, Ry! I don’t even run a lot, not for others usually,” Gavin grumbles, toeing the concrete with his foot. A silent ‘just for you’ hangs in the air long enough for Ryan to blush and for Gavin to huff. “C’mon now, I thought we were going to lunch?”

“We are, just slow down! The place isn’t gonna disappear if we take our time walking,” Ryan points out. He earns a groan from Gavin who tugs at his hand to go faster without much success. “Today’s a nice day to walk. The place is gonna be crowded when we get there, and I like it when it’s just us two.”

“You can’t just say stuff like that! People are gonna think we’re dating or something,” Gavin mumbles. His cheek are dusted pink, and Ryan raises a brow at the shyness.

“You say that like I don’t want people to think that. We’d be a pretty damn good couple, don’t you think?”

And that gives Gavin pause, freezing him in his steps, because that’s the boldest thing Ryan’s ever said to him. He knows about the nice stuff that the older man says and does for him, always makes him giddy to be friends with such a kind person, albeit creepy and dangerous at times with his humor.

That statement though – Gavin is reeling.

“Are you flirting with me?”

The question is barely squeezed out of his mouth, surprise laced in the words. Gavin stares up at Ryan and tries to search for any hint of a joke in his eyes, but he’s only rendered speechless when Ryan just snorts and slings an arm around him. He’s in utter disbelief.

“You finally noticed? I’ve been flirting the last few months, but thanks for noticing just now.” He doesn’t sound bitter or annoyed at Gavin’s obliviousness, moreso amused and even proud. “Why’d you think I gave you my number in the first place?”

Gavin splutters, because he can’t believe Michael and Jeremy called out Ryan’s intentions so quickly, all those months ago. “I thought you just wanted a friend! Jeremy said you were pretty quiet, and maybe you were shite at making friends, so I…y’know!”

It sounds so indignant, his reply, that Ryan can’t help but throw his head back with the loudest laugh he’s ever had. His cheeks are painted red from how hard he’s laughing, because of course, he’d get stuck in this sort of situation with the idiot, attractive guy he’s been onion over for months now. Let it be known that Ryan either has the most clueless taste or the most clueless flirting skills; there’s a high chance of it being both.

“I didn’t mind if we stayed just friends, since I do like hanging out with you. But I thought you were attractive, and I’m not dumb enough to pass up at least trying,” Ryan explains through the last dregs of his laughter. He moves his arm from Gavin’s shoulder to around his waist, looping it around and bringing him close in front of him. Chests pressed together, he rests his forehead on Gavin’s own. “Didn’t really plan for this to be how you’d find out, but…if it maybe scores me a date with you?”

Gavin’s heart is in his throat, peering up at Ryan with wide eyes at their proximity, the weight behind the older man’s words. Rejection is a thought in his mind, but it passes quickly when he sees how Ryan’s eyes are glittering with a patient hope, an earnest genuineness in his affection; it makes Gavin’s heart flutter, unused to a look like that aimed at him.

“I…I don’t know?” He answers honestly, licking his suddenly dry lips. He doesn’t want to say yes in fear of lying to Ryan, because he’s not given how he feels towards him much thought, but saying no is too…abrupt. He doesn’t want to close off the opportunity to explore his own feelings.

“It sounds like there’s a ‘but’ there, Gav,” Ryan prods gently, tries not to push, but curiosity is a powerful thing.

Gavin takes a deep breath and figures out his words for a moment. He doesn’t want to mess it up, not right now. “I don’t know how I feel about you exactly, but…I want to explore it, and I want to go on a date with you.”

And when Ryan grins, bright and shining and affectionate – Gavin can’t help but mirror it, excited for what their future holds for them.

[spidermanifested]

not to do Universal Steve Discourse on main in 2019 but....... i did genuinely enjoy the season finale and i want to like. express the reasons why? in a really really really long drawn-out and needlessly convoluted manner probably because this is being typed on mobile and im tired

first of all i know the main thing people dont like about how things have gone in general is the fact that its less You Gotta Beat the Bad Guys and more You Gotta, Talk to the Bad Guys Until They Stop Being Bad, which is not very often a realistic approach to stopping actual horrible people in our real human society from doing actual horrible things

and i get it!! but honestly the way the finale goes about resolving conflict (or specifically how steven goes about resolving conflict), while flawed, feels more like. a mediatorial power fantasy id have as a kid than anything else. like....... for once, things not having to end with the strongest person coming out on top. making the other side just sit there and listen for a few minutes, and force them to realize that their actions have consequences for the rest of the world and the people they claim to care about. that no, their idea of whats best isnt always helpful! that theyre ignoring everyones actual needs in favor of an idealized and selfish narrative!

every time i would watch a show featuring superheroes or anything similar when i was younger id hate that it always had to resolve itself with violence instead of just TALKING to each other, and maybe su and the homeworld arc in particular isnt an accurate portrayal of successfully navigating interpersonal conflict with stubborn assholes or of fighting systemic oppression or a fascist government colonizing everybody else and suppressing all dissent through any means available or whatever but. sometimes metaphors dont work as a direct 1:1 comparison to things happening in real life, and thats, okay i think? sometimes? i dont know it just feels good to see everybody UNDERSTAND each other. it reminds me that its. actually possible once in a blue moon to convince someone to treat the people around them with respect. and it just feels good honestly. its a fantasy show and Everybody Goddamn Finally Getting Along is a Common and Valid Fantasy to Have Especially If Youre a Kid in a Bad Place

also: though in a lot of scenarios this way of approaching the diamonds wouldnt be feasible at all, steven in the show is not just a random human whos magically able to change the minds of alien dictators. hes the son of maybe the one person they had any compassion for, and they treated him like he was still her, which even then Wasnt Great because the diamonds were not a healthy familial setup by any measure. but at the very least they could SOMETIMES be swayed by pink. and he used that to its advantage by showing them how much they hurt her, and then by extension how much they hurt everybody else, even if they didnt particularly care about the rest of their “flawless” gem society. and maybe they still dont!!! maybe theyre just making reparations to honor pink. but when it comes down to it their feelings dont matter. their motivations dont matter. their ACTIONS matter. in stevens words: “you did this, and now you have to fix it”.

he used his foothold in their good graces (again, relatively) to make them take a closer look at their actions, and thats what makes it more rational to me. because of course they wouldnt listen if he was some random half-alien kid. if he really was unrelated to the diamonds he would have HAD to use force. you dont get people to listen to your viewpoint by just talking when theyve already convinced themselves youre below their consideration and itd be useless to pretend otherwise, yes!! but to use another characters metaphor- the best character in the whole show (bismuth)- if you are a lion, you can safely enter the lions den. use your respected-as-a-peer status to convince the people around you to be better. obviously everybody being affected by oppression can fight with everything theyve got and it makes a huge difference, but what also makes a difference is people in positions of privilege standing up for other peoples rights and magnifying their voices, and the burden of breaking out from an unjust system shouldnt NEED to be placed on the downtrodden. we should fight, but we shouldnt HAVE to fight. its not our fault things are this way

and giving up on galactic conquest doesnt suddenly make the diamonds good people. not once to my memory do they ever actually verbally apologize (at least white diamond definitely didnt) but like i said before, that doesnt really matter to the people they hurt. the damage is done and any apology offered would just look flimsy and performative. instead steven has them just shut up and fix the things theyre able to fix. nobody says “i forgive you”, they arent suddenly given tragic backstories to make the audience sympathize with them, theyre just... the same close-minded egotistical royalty, but being forced to look at everybody else from a different angle for the very first time, directly after coming to grips with the fact that their awful caste-based society pressured one of “their own” into faking her own death and later dying for real just so she could experience life outside of the constricting role she was born into. thats their thing. that isnt a redemption arc so much as a “hurray we made them pay for their reprehensible actions in a constructive and viable manner” arc

i think thats... cool? less focus on Punishing Wrongdoers and more focus on Fixing Problems. we need that. in a lot of ways

but yes i also wholeheartedly believe that you should not argue or debate or converse with fascists in real life unless youre somebody they have to take seriously. like. their dad, or something. and dont do it anywhere public where they can perform for the audience instead of addressing your words. and also dont do it on the internet where they can screencap and mock you with their friends instead of being serious. but if youre their dad i dont know why youd need to be doing that. anyways this post is long enough so thats the end of my ‘Punching Nazis is Very Morally Good and Also Fun and Im Not About to Say Otherwise in a Million Years’ disclaimer

the tumblrmobile refuses to post this so ive had to save it as a draft and come back on my laptop to add tags good website great design functions as intended

[travellers-survivor-old-west]

Episode 4: “Just gotta try to wiggle myself in some where”- Austin

I kinda wish our tribe would lose just so I could see where the lines are tbh. Also I have a bad feeling that at a swap/merge our tribe is gonna be picked off because we’re going in with the most numbers and on a base level that’s dangerous; however, I do think it could be deeper than that because of the preconceived relationships and I’m looking forward to seeing who goes home tonight and where we go from here.

This round was a little wild for me. Austin has been my fave since the beginning and we finally created an alliance. We both liked eve so that was easy but we wanted one more person. This is where things got a little complicated. Him and eve both liked isaac but honestly i wasnt feeling isaac and love pat. But i didnt want to push too hard so we just went ahead with isaac. 

BUT we also talked to pat and will have ANOTHER alliance with him (so austin, pat and me). SO basically im working with everyone right now except keaton. Im glad our tribe has been killing it because that means no TC wooo 

We tribe swapped so that is fun. It's always interesting to have a switch up. I have still yet to be screwed by a tribe swap in my entire history of playing ORGs which is something I am happy with. This is one of the best iterations of a tribe I can think of actually. I can forge a closer bond with Xander and Dylan, because now if we lose I won't need to vote one of them out, they become my core 3. So, right after the swap I made an OG Malakoff chat with myself, Xander, and Dylan. I just wanted the immediacy to show that I was serious in wanting to stick to that, which I am. I have communicated several times that I want to work with Isaac, so ideally Austin will go in the event that we lose. I feel bad because he is a sweetheart, but he doesn't fit into my strategy, and if anyone understands game being game, he does.

I love my new tribe??? Not only is nick still here so that gives me a safety net, the sammy I like is here. Pat is here. No idea who eve is but that’s okay too. I’m loving this. Inb4 I get voted out next Bc they actually really fucking hate me :^). Byebye payton it was nice kinda knowing you? Hello ~hopefully~ friends <3

I forgot Austin has a date with Mary Jane daily so Im gonna have to cut him some slack.

Tribe swap....just what I didn't want to happen . I dont ha e my #1 ashley with me but at least I got issac here. Jared is on my tribe now too so that could go either way for me because he knows how I play the game. Gonna have to pull something out if my ass here .

This is for Alyssa you dumb ugly fat white bitch why you keep asking me for a confessional with trifling dirty white racist ass big fat bitch x Anyways. Made an alliance with Pat and Sammy! V excited to work with them but we’re snapping in immunity so, I don’t see why we would need to vote off Vi.... I mean someone at tribal! Hehe

Well....we got our last handed to us. I'm not happy going to tribal bc I feel I'll be the one going. I talk with jared and issac the most but I feel jared will stick with xander and dylan. Just gotta try to wiggle myself in some where.

I have been busy the past couple of days so this challenge being a endurance/speed comp was a struggle. And it looks like my team didn't do much. To help... It's fine we can get out one of these other two dead weights. Speaking of them. Im glad the swap merged me with two allies but the other two just suck to talk to... And that's coming from me .. Jess knows what I'm talking about. Anyways I don't want them here and want them gone. As for my allies. I like Jared a lot we are getting along and enjoying ourselves. He's definitely the one I trust most in this game and hopefully it gets me to merge where I can start phase 2 and hopefully get far. Dylan is fine .. he's offline a lot but he's from old tribe so like it helps. 

Just finished the challenge, OH MY GOD i suck at trivia but thankfully sammy snapped and we won, thank u sammy love u so much!!! Still dont believe he is straight tho x IM JOKING PLS DONT KILL MEDFHNSJFDH

I hate confessions. That’s my confession for the round... jkjk. Eh there isn’t much to talk about now that it’s tribal time. I hope whoever from our og tribe stays safe but I forgot who is there so oops. Sammy killed it. I still call bs on the centipede question but oh well. It wouldn’t have changed the result. It would have just made the gap close by 1. 

LOVE MY NEW TRIBE. So happy we swapped. I’m with actual love of my life ASHLEY!!! And Chloe is amazing too. Aidan popped off in the challenge. Keaton is Keaton. This is a good group and I’m glad they did rlly well in the challenge. I love this kind of thing but I wasn’t able to constantly be on my phone all weekend bc that’s rude :( so I’m glad it worked out. Hoping the tribe swap works out in our favor and Xander jared and Dylan stay together for the vote. Idk if Isaac and jared are friends??? I hope Isaac leaves because he knows I’m a ‘threat’ in games and because I think Ashley yelled at him once. Idk who Austin is but Ashley likes him. But idk how likely that is if Isaac and jared have a connection. As long as jared stays safe ifgaf who leaves.

Yowza. We got absolutely wrecked in the challlenge. I don't WANT to lose any challenges, but I believe in the long run I should be happy to take this L. As another way to show my loyalty, I decided to give my idol progress in the chat with Xander and Dylan. I noticed Dylan never reciprocated so that gives me 1 reason to be wary. Then, Dylan posted a very inappropriate joke in the tribe chat in reference to Survivor Thailand, and the word "rape" was used, so that was the 2nd thing to make me uneasy. At first, Dylan and Xander had no opinion on who to vote, so I voiced that I would like to vote Austin- then Dylan remembered who Isaac is and said "he can go." I eventually got things back on track to target Austin, but Dylan better be careful- it's 3 strikes and you're out with me. I have a good relationship with Isaac so I wouldn't be surprised to see Dylan go if we lose again.

Day 9 on the survivor tribe. My thoughts are about toes and only toes. They are consuming my entire day. I exist merely to think of toes. 

Also Chloe...

Okay so I’m just gonna throw down some of my thoughts right now since I’ve been very quiet in confessionals. I fucking hate these small ass fucking tribes. It makes the thought of going to tribal terrifying because your odds of going home are increased. Since the swap ive actually really been enjoying my time, I really like my new tribe and I feel I can actually connect with these people better than on my first tribe. I am glad to actually have Aidan with me because he’s like THE person I want to work with from my og tribe, along with Vi. I still have my reservations on Nick even though I think he’s nice I can’t trust him as far as I could throw him. I really feel that the trivia challenge brought us closer together as a tribe since what’s a better bonding experience than yelling at Jess that she’s wrong 50 times in one day. I think we’re all collectively quite strong and I really hope that means we can slide past for a while without going to tribal. 

Honestly i always forget what i confess from last time but i still think I’m in a good position in the game. However I really do not want to go to tribal because I don’t want to show my cards. Eve and Pat both want me to work with them so we have an alliance and then Vi and Nick approached me and want to work with me as well. This was completely surprising to me bc I felt as if I would just be an easy vote out if we were to go to tribal since I’m a lone wolf. However I’m in the middle and I feel somewhat powerful knowing that people want to keep me and want to work with me. Me and nick have had a rocky relationship in past games but i think he’s a great person. He’s just a wildcard. I love vi and i think she’s the sweetest person to have ever existed but my gut is telling me to work with pat and Eve atleast for the first vote. Hopefully I don’t have to make the decision but who knows. That’s all I have for now other than I think the idol system isn’t anything I keep getting zapped. I feel like a fly in a southern home...ZAP.

I couldn’t remember the day so I put 69. I hate this tribe with my whole heart and my whole bussy. Jared is the only one giving me any sort of shot at making it passed this round. Austin is a slime ball who will do anything to save his own skin, Xander is dead apparently, and Dylan has been tracking down places where famous people died. I feel like this is my own personal hell and while I’ve been assured that Austin is going home (which I wouldn’t be surprised was a lie) I still have to make a swap or a merge and with the clowns on this tribe being inactive and never talking about anything but Star Wars or not talking at all I don’t know how possible it is to win a goddamn challenge. 

*insert Da'vonne pretends to be shoocked gif at a swap* Since it didn't happen at 16 I wasn't surprised too see it at 15 but I'm glad because three tribes provides for much more buffer. My initial reaction to my tribe was positive as I saw that I had Chloe and three new people in the mix. I'm not gonna lie that I was getting bored on my old tribe but I do hope that Nick is doing alright. He's one ally that I'd love to connect with again... Vi is alright too but I don't know how strong of a connection we fostered. First impressions of my new tribemates: Keaton - I heard he was fucking with my friend in another game so my guard was up but I tried and he seems aloof and random with his contributions but it makes sense since he's playing 4 games at once. Will probably work off of the others who contribute in challenges? We'll see. Ashley - Sweet and seems like a hard worker. Not too much of a read on her yet Owen - He seems nice and genuine but not much of a read from a game perspective yet. It seems the split is 2-2-1 on my tribe from previous tribes but I don't know how strict to tribal lines people are going to play but I can feel some aloofness with Keaton and Ashley is traveling so... that's that on that. If we were going to tribal I have no idea what the fuck would happen but I want to strengthen connections. Honestly I think we can make it to the merge without hitting an elimination but who knows. THANKFULLLLLLLY my ass had a lucky night on the railroads and jumped to spot number fifty and apparently found a STEAL A VOTE. This is what I DESERVE. Thank you Old West Gods for blessing me, the star, with this iconic power. I'm glad I have it in my back pocket and I'm not telling a fucking soul. If it needs to be used, it will be flaunted and I will pop shit. Hopefully I can save it for after merge but if I need to control a pre-merge vote just to get my way, I'm going to do it. 

https://soundcloud.com/user-327042896/dylan-ep-2

[saintkimora]

well here is how my past 3-5 dates w joel have gone this past week

so! ive been spending the night w him p much every other night. so our 4th date was like 8 days ago. i got there and i THOUGHT we were gonna be in his room again but we were in his room for 2 seconds then he came in like “oh btw my roommates are making us go in the living room and be social” so i was like ..................................................rip i was like here i go its time for the caleb and leeann applebees date 2.0 :/ so we went in to the living room and it was with marissa and lindsey bc his other roommate was out. so everyone was like wtf are we gonna do so after some talking joel decided we would all watch the babadook on netflix since we were talking about the meme and most of us hadnt seen it. i hate scary movies but i figured i could get through it since i had joel to hold on to and since the babadook is like a meme now. so yeah it was fine i got along ok w the roommates and the movie wasnt that scary except for one part. there was one point where i felt like i was starting to shut down a little and i was feeling bad about possibly ruining things again but i asked joel afterwards and he didnt even notice lmao so i dont think it was as bad as i thought

lindsey went to bed halfway through the movie so it was just me joel and marissa by the end. after the movie marissa went into her room and joel and i went back to his room. idk if this next part happened at this point or if it happened on our next date bc its hard for me to keep the timeline straight since it all happens so fast lol so regardless of what day it was this was the next significant thing that happened w me and joel

so i was watching him play overwatch or something and his brother called him on the phone and they had a long conversation about joels financial situation while i was just sitting there lol. so afterwards joel put his head in my lap and explained all his problems to me about how hes so stressed out with money and stuff. and like obv i felt really bad for him bc that sucks. BUT i actually kinda liked it bc i liked how vulnerable and genuine he was being! it made me feel a lot closer to him. then we watched these olds 80s (?) game shows w his head still in my lap (one of them was like some knockoff of snatch game but w regular celebrities instead of drag queens omg) and he had the FUNNIEST commentary about all the old commercials and stuff lol i havent laughed that hard in a LONG time so it was really nice

and idk if this happened that night or the babadook night but i ate his ass again and once again it was a religious experience like his ass is SOOOOOOOO nice i still cant get over it lmao

so then fast forward to the next 2 days later and for whatever reason joel and i werent planning on meeting that night. but he texted me at like 2am telling me he was feeling kinda down about things and how he wished i was there w him rn so i decided to go visit him! and like he kept being like “i dont wanna bother you/i feel bad about always making you come all the way out here for me” and how he wasnt used to guys putting in so much effort and caring about him so much and like...it really wasnt that serious like it wasnt a hindrance to me at all bc i wanted to see him anyways lol but it did make me feel kinda bad for him bc like his old bfs must have been real flops for him to view me just doing decent bf things as like these grand gestures. i have more to say on this but it will be towards the end of the post

so yeah i showered and got there by like 3am. he set up his futon since it was bigger than his bed so we would have more room. and he talked to me about how stressed he was about money and medical school applications and how he felt kinda worthless so i listened to him and comforted him and all that stuff. then we watched the rpdr reunion together and it was SO much fun omg he was shook p much the whole time since it was so iconic. then we went to sleep since i had work in the morning

also like the night after that we were texting and i told him i was really tired and he was like but youre never tired and i was like ya but i had 2 full days of work and i barely got any sleep last night (which was bc i was awake w him until like 5am) and i realized afterwards that it was kinda mean of me to say it bc to me i was just explaining why i was tired but he was already feeling like a burden making me drive all the way there and comfort him so telling him how tired i was probably made him feel bad about asking me for comfort which is NOT how i want him to feel bc i want him to be able to request my help whenever he needs it. so i could tell he was kinda caught off guard by me saying it so i called him and apologized and we cleared it all up. anyways it was just nice to actually call him and discuss the issue and resolve it without any drama. and he said it meant a lot that i even called him to make sure he was feeling ok so it seems that at least i did something right 

there was the next date which was pretty much the same as usual. this time i watched him play diablo 3. but this time we also fooled around and he made me cum and then i was trying to make him cum but i fell asleep bc i was so tired asfnkjashdasna i felt SOOOOOOOOO bad when i woke up that morning :( i apologized and he said it was fine and he was tired too but i still felt bad about it

so then last night/this morning was our most recent date. when i got there a friend of him/his roommates named chris was using his room bc he was playing overwatch so i had to hang out w joel marissa and lindsey in the living room. it was extremely nerve wracking and i was sweating like crazy but i tried to hide my nervousness and socialize. lindsey and marissa seem to like me esp bc i brought joel a gift that day (hes like obsessed w friends and i saw a friends t shirt when i was shopping that day so i got it for him lol) also lindsey is iconic bc she is so wacky shes always getting on the floor and doing weird poses and moves and stunts. and marissa is p funny so i like them both. but still having to talk to them was stressful even though theyre both really nice. lindsey walked into joels room later that night when he was laying down and i was sitting on top of him and said she wanted to join and then later when joel was in the kitchen she came in the doorway and asked if i could be her boyfriend asfjkafndsjnkajs now THIS is a cracked queen

so the rest of the night was nice! we watched like 3 drag race s5 eps on amazon video and we did lots of cuddling and stuff as usual. then we went to bed and we woke up and we fooled around and we BOTH came this time. it was difficult for me trying to get him to cum but i had to power through it bc i had to redeem myself after last time. then i watched him play overwatch and then i watched him play destiny. i really enjoyed it! like i was sitting there cuddling a cute guy and watching him play videogames w both of us shirtless like that is literally all i want and i finally have it!

so yeah! its going really well w joel at the moment. we get along really well and i like his sense of humor and its nice having someone w similar interests to mine! and i love playing w his hair and touching his nice soft belly and his thick thighs and playing w his beard. and i looooooooooooooooooooovvvveeeeeee his voice so much omg the way he says certain words is so cute and hes always making cute weird noises and its super endearing. and i LOVE love love being able to cuddle w someone until we both fall asleep and then waking up together! its so nice 

he doesnt seem to be losing interest in me yet which is good. however this is the issue that i mentioned earlier that i would come back to. so hes constantly telling me about how hes not used to being w someone that puts in so much effort and treats him so well. so that got me thinking. like...obv he likes me at least a little but i have a feeling he might like me a lot more rn bc he isnt used to being treated so nicely. so like, after the initial novelty of being treated like this wears off im afraid he’ll realize he doesnt actually like me that much (like if it ends up being more of a he likes the way i make him feel more than he actually likes me as a person). so im kinda worried about that but im hoping it doesnt happen obv and that he continues to like me. and again. we’ve been in somewhat social situations together now since i had to talk to his 2 roommates but it really wasnt easy for me at all. and we still havent actually gone “out” and done something, like going out to eat or attending a function together or something. so i still have to wait and see how we’re able to interact in those situations before i can determine whether our relationship will work out. im also still too nervous to eat in front of him so whenever he asks if im hungry i lie and say no even though majority of the time i am actually really hungry :/ rip

so yeah thats p much it! its pretty nice atm, except for the issues i just mentioned. also last night joel told me that one of his hookup buddies was back in town the other day and texted him but he had to turn him down and tell him that he is with someone now (me) so that was nice to know! since he seems to view us as exclusive now. we still havent officially decided we are in a relationship but im really in no rush to do that since its only been like a week and a half so i want to continue getting to know him and stuff. i still do feel that he is gonna lose interest at some point but rn it seems that will be later rather than sooner so i am just trying to take it day by day. im also worried about greece since ill be gone for a month so it is very possible that he might meet someone else that he likes more during that time which would really suck. but im kinda just operating on the assumption that its what is gonna happen that way if it does happen i wont be too shocked and if it doesnt happen ill be pleasantly surprised

so yeah thats it, overall its going really well and im having a lot of fun with him! hopefully things continue on this path and we get even closer bc i really like him so far

[baesketballers]

iv-b. i knew i loved you then

but you’d never know

ft. midorima shintarou

This is the thing that made me want to rip my hair off my head because of my PC randomly blue-screening me. To those who responded to the rant, thank you for your understanding!

@ourneverendingpossibilities​ it’s nice that you have such a positive outlook in life!! I was so mad when it happened, but since it’s complete now I guess everything’s okay ヽ(＊>∇<)ﾉ 

@squirrelsass13​ thanks for the encouragement! I rarely ever write on Word (it transfers weirdly when I copy and paste the text on tumblr) so I was typing straightaway on my Drafts... I click on “Save Draft” every paragraph now lol

Faint connections to the previous installation of Cantabile

Fem!Reader. Semi-NSFW. Long (2728 words).

I’m sorry if this sucks but... yeah.

Why do you play?

Isn’t being a doctor busy enough for you?

I’d ask you to tutor my son if you weren’t so busy!

Wow, you’re very ambitious. 

Those are words spoken by housewives, small medium enterprise owners, and white-collar workers. Midorima doesn’t think that they’re somehow lower than him in any aspect—sure, they earnings are technically lesser than his, but how does that define someone as a person? He meets these people everywhere, the people that make up his community, his society: at the clinic, in parties, at the grocery store... It’s no secret that he’s seen as an outstanding person by these people. 

Twenty-seven, has the letters “M.D.” behind his name, helps people get over all sorts of sicknesses from light ones like a common cold to not-so-light ones like diabetes, plays piano as a hobby.

It’s not really surprising to the people who ask him “what do you do in your free time?” because, you know, doctors. They’re classy and smart and all. Sure they can play the piano—he can probably play the violin, too.

But you can see their eyes significantly widen when they know he has a diploma in piano, certified by the Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music. Where is that name from? The United Kingdom. Why did you take it?

He always tells them it was just for fun, but a small voice inside him knows the truth: somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be a pianist.

His first words to you are: “It’s a common cold.”

“That much I can see, Doctor,” you deadpan, holding a tissue against your runny nose. He sighs. 

Midorima is used to handling all sorts of patients: naggy, rude, stubborn people... he’s seen them all in the past four years of his practice. Today, however, it’s only after lunchtime and he already wants to go home already. Maybe attending Akashi’s party last night isn’t really a great idea. Sure, it’s not a DJ-inviting or dance floor grinding kind of party, so he’s not physically tired—he’s tired from all the socializing with fake people. “Meet new people,” was Akashi’s reasoning for inviting the doctor, and of course Midorima did, but none of them were enjoyable.

To be precise, he can’t tell if they’re really enjoyable or not through layers of faux talk. Akashi texted him earlier, expressing his regrets that it was somewhat an unpleasant experience for Midorima. He also wrote “but I won’t stop inviting you to these social events—I understand how you think they’re superficial, but I can guarantee you that they genuinely enjoyed your piano very much.”

Well, if there’s one thing Midorima likes about those parties, it’s that he’s presented the opportunity to play.

“As a doctor, I have to announce the diagnosis to you, don’t I?” He replies, scribbling a pen on his prescription pad. “I’m prescribing you to these basic medications, but since your cold isn’t a serious one—yet—I highly recommend that you consume home remedies before resorting to these medicines.”

“M-hmm.”

“Turmeric tea, ginger tea, a mixture of lemon, cinnamon, and honey.”

“Got it.”

“Control your diet; you don’t want to eat food that’s going to worsen your cough.”

A sound of ripping paper. He hands the slip to you.

“You don’t remember me do you?”

That takes Midorima by surprise.

“Have we met before?” He asks warily as you take the prescription paper from his hand and fold it, putting it inside your handbag. Your lips form a small smile, and Midorima eyebrows furrows.

“You sang last night, didn’t you.” It sounds like a question, but his tone makes it clear that it’s rhetorical. He knows for sure that it was you who was dragged by one of your acquaintances that claimed you to be the best singer in a ten-mile radius—the expression itself is a horrible exaggeration, but when Midorima hears you sing, he has to admit that you do have an exceptionally lovely voice.

His first words to you turns out to be “what key?” instead of an illness announcement because he was the pianist accompanying you.

“You look different, Ms. Fly Me To The Moon,” he says aloofly, writing something on a document. You chuckle at the nickname, not knowing that the stoic doctor-slash pianist has the capacity to be somewhat playful, and towards the opposite sex, nonetheless. Midorima can only admire how melodious your laugh is, even when your voice is nasally from the cold. 

“At least you remember what I sang.”

“Like I said, you look different,” he repeats. You were clad in an elegant evening gown for the party last night, and although Midorima doesn’t have the eye to identify expensive clothing brands and such, he is able to appreciate how attractive you looked in the attire. Your hair was done simply in a style that matches your dress, and among the slight make-up you applied, he notices the suppleness of your colored lips first. 

The person sitting in front of him doesn’t carry the glamour of the party—you’re slightly pale, dressed humbly in a sweater and jeans—but the lack of make-up, fancy hairdo and dress doesn’t affect how beautiful you look, in his opinion. Your eyes still glows the same captivating way as he witnessed last night.

“Yes, well,” you sigh with a smile as you stand up, “you better engrave how I look last night deep in your memory, doctor, because I’m never going to attend one of those high-end social events ever again.” The first part was sarcastically said, but Midorima finds himself doing as you told, picturing the details of your gown and hearing your singing voice echo in his mind. Being a quite introvert doesn’t mean he’s immune to any of your charms.

“Shame,” he finds himself saying. You smirk, pausing right before you walk out the door.

“What, not being able to see me all dressed up again?” Ten years ago, Midorima would’ve easily flushed red at the teasing remark. He’s way past that now, and instead of reacting like the teenage boy he was, he looks straight into your eyes when he says:

“I was talking about how it’s a shame that I won’t hear you sing again, but that too.”

Two months later what you said proves to be a blatant lie. You’re standing beside Midorima, arms hooked with his, a casual sign that the two of you are attending together, presumably as a romantic couple. This time it isn’t Akashi’s, but a business partner of his—he nevertheless invited Midorima along to provide him the audience for his piano, and regarding yourself... well, you’re accompanying the pianist. It’s not like you’re crashing this party or anything.

It’s only your third “date” with the man, so to have the opportunity to see him up-close in a formal setting that requires guests to dress up is exhilarating, to say the least. Midorima’s handsome enough in his casual attire—having to stand next to him wearing a nicely tailored, dark-colored suit while having to keep your hands to yourself is almost some sort of punishment. And the collar button of his shirt! He always buttons his shirt all the way up and wears a tie to complement the outfit, but for some unknown reason he’s left it open this time and disregarded the tie.

If you didn’t know any better, he’s trying to tease you. 

“It’s rare to find you with someone by your arm, Midorima-kun.”

“Akashi,” Midorima acknowledges the voice. You turn to meet the redhead face to face, smiling softly.

“Good evening, Akashi-san.”

“Hello, _________. Good to see you,” he replies smoothly, as you reply in a similar manner. “Even more surprising finding out that you’re with him tonight. Are you two...?”

The two of you exchange looks as if telepathically deciding who should answer, and turns out you are. 

“Sort of,” you say, and the hint of mischief in your smile cannot be missed by even the most oblivious person in the room. Akashi surely isn’t one, but thankfully he doesn’t push you further.

“It’s a long story,” Midorima chips in, as if his relationship with you bloomed out of a blackmail kind of situation of some sorts. You chuckle, and so does Akashi —the latter is gracious enough to show the two of you to where the piano is.

“What are we?”

You are in his arms, as naked as he is, leaning your face against his chest and feeling the beat of his heart when you ask the question. It’s a summer night, and the sheets are loosely resting on your waist, the two of you too hot and sweaty from your previous activity to pull it all the way up to your neck. One of his hands is drawing soft circles with his thumb on your bare skin, while the other one that is untaped (very uncharacteristic of him, but it’s a sign of a good night) brush your hair in long, loving strokes.

He doesn’t respond. You snuggle closer into his chest, relishing the sensation of his nakedness against yours while you think of all the times you’ve spent with him. That one time you had lunch together, those meaningless parties you go to just so you can watch him play and he can hear you sing, the nights you stay together at his place. You’ve spent at least a hundred hours with him, though it doesn’t feel long or dragged—those hours are cherished and enjoyed to the fullest, arguments (petty or not) included.

But it’s his reserved nature that makes you feel insecure sometimes. Tonight is one of those nights.

You move up so that your face is right in front of his because you want to look at him in the eyes. He’s beautiful, the viridian undisturbed by the lenses of his glasses—the eyewear is carefully situated on the nightstand before all this began. You’re sure he can see you clearly from this proximity, your nose against his, your hand caressing his cheek. His hands drift down from the crown of your head to your chest, cupping your breast and playing with a nipple as his eyes grow half-lidded.

Midorima is the one to lean in first, engaging you in a chaste kiss, a perfect juxtaposition what with his hand groping your chest and the other slowly travelling down to your ass, stroking every inch of skin possible. You are the one to pull away, arms around his neck and eyes clouded with lust, thanks to the things he’s doing to your body.

“Do you love me?” The question comes out as a whisper.

“I’ll show you how much,” he answers in a heartbeat before he kisses you again, bringing your body under his. 

He never fails to convince you.

The afternoon sunrays shining through the high glass windows of the music hall are almost blinding, considering how dark it was just a few moments ago in the auditorium. You’re by Midorima’s side as per usual, looking around nervously with a bouquet of daisies and orchids in your arms. Your husband seems to be scanning the area like you are, and when you hear a shrill yell of a young child you know it’s who you’re looking for.

“Mama! Papa!”

The little girl, currently nine years old, runs towards the two of you with two or three large bouquets in her arms, the majority of her face covered by flowers. You laugh at the sight, crouching to hug her tightly once she reaches. Noises of plastic being scrunched can bother you less, as you feel your daughter burying her face against your chest. She pulls away to immediately look up at his father with bright eyes.

“Papa, how did I do?!”

“You did good, nanodayo,” he answers, a faint smile on his face as he fixes his glasses, “although there’s room for improvement in terms of arpeggiation—”

You gasp exaggeratedly, drowning the remaining of Midorima’s sentence. 

“Shiina! Papa says you did a good job! Do you know what that means??”

“No!” She replies, confused but ecstatic.

“I promised you we can go have dinner wherever you want if Papa praises you,” you reply, and the confused expression on her face melts into real unabashed excitement.

“Mama, are you serious!?” Shiina’s voice has become high-pitched from the bubbling enthusiasm that seems to have taken over her whole small body. “We can go anywhere I want!?”

“Yep,” you nod for further affirmation. “Papa has agreed on this, too,” this time you look over at Midorima, only to be amused to find the deadpan expression on his face. You give him a wink, and Midorima, witnessing his own daughter having such a great time just because you told her she can eat whatever she wants for dinner, can’t help but melt a little.

“Maji! I want Maji!”

“Sure, we’ll go to Maji tonight,” you say accommodatingly. Midorima can only smile down at the girl when she looks up at him, a face-splitting grin on her face. Even though her physical attributes are definitely inherited from him, she obviously takes after you in terms personality.

“And then I want to have ice cream after dinner! Can I, Papa? Let’s go home so I can prepare for dinner!!”

“You may, Shiina,” he sighs amusedly—what does a nine-year old kid want to do to ‘prepare for dinner’? “But before we go home you must meet Uncle Akashi first. He came to see you perform, you know.”

“Uncle Akashi is here!?” 

You chuckle. It’s a wonder how said man is viewed as intimidating and merciless among most adults dabbling in business, but is the opposite in the eyes of children. Shiina is almost obsessed with Akashi, what with his gentlemanly behavior that reminds her of Prince Charming. Shiina once even told you that since she can’t marry Papa, maybe she’ll marry Uncle Akashi instead—you have yet to tell Akashi this, but you have a feeling he already knows.

Speak of the devil, the redhead can be seen from twenty feet away thanks to his hair color, maneuvering amongst the crowd to approach your family. Shiina’s acting very much like an excited puppy, and you wonder if it’s immoral to compare the behavior of your human child to an animal (despite said animal being unbelievably cute as well), but that doesn’t matter anymore because Shiina is already in Akashi’s arms as he lifts her up in the air, chuckling amusedly.

Midorima looks at the scene with mild jealousy in his eyes—not that his eyes aren’t green in the first place.

“Mama?”

The usually animated voice of your daughter is now tired and soft as you tuck her in. She must’ve been exhausted after the performance.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you tell me a bedtime story?” This piques your interest a little, because she’s stopped asking for stories before bed for almost a year now.

“Sure. What would you like to hear?” 

“The other day... Mai-chan and Reika-chan were talking about how their parents met and fell in love,” she says shyly, hiding her face behind a beloved doll. “Can you please tell me how you and Papa met, Mama? You’ve never told me that story before.”

You chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to ask Papa for that, honey. It’s a long story anyways, and you’re tired. Best go to sleep soon.”

“Okay...” Shiina says, and it’s not hard to pick up the disappointment in her voice.

“Goodnight honey,” you kiss her cheek before turning off the lights.

“’Night, Mama.”

Truth be told, there is no ‘long story’. Midorima just called you one day to ask you out for coffee with a tinge of nervousness in his voice that you can spot even from the other side of the line. You ended up scheduling a lunch instead, and if Shiina asks him to tell her how you fell in love with each other, he’ll have no explanation except of how breathtakingly beautiful you look with sunshine on your skin and a smile on your face as you talk about music and food and the stars. 

He will ask Shiina to keep it a secret from you, of course, because if you know he’s been in love with you for that long, he knows you’re never going to let it go.