#so when the second one arrives I'll use one on my shelf for display and one for my itabag

[meownotgood]

I have a really long day today, but getting these akis this morning made me feel like I can do it

[makibeni]

Ch. 16 -Swimming With Sharks

Kobeni stared at the cup of water in front of her, watching as the droplets of condensation rolled down it's side and forming a small puddle. The sound of the otherwise lively establishment around her was drowned out by a persistent static, white noise accompanying her straying thoughts. She had been dragged to another unfamiliar hole in the wall by Himeno who saw her anxiously trembling in front of Makima's door earlier and insisted on lending her support. Although so far the extent of that support had been ordering a series of incongruent specialties and bottom shelf beers. For her part, Kobeni was still deep in her own thoughts.

"You know you really should try some of this stuff, it's actually pretty edible"

Kobeni gave a passing glance at the plate in front of her, skewers of presumably meat jutting out of a bowl of thick brown liquid. She had partially zoned out when Himeno was placing the order so she wasn't actually sure what this was but the presentation acted like a strong enough deterrent on it's own.

"N-no thanks, I'm not that hungry"

"More for me!"

Himeno plucked a skewer from the bowl and brought it to her mouth, deftly removing the sauce drenched meat from the stick in one fell swoop. The range of expressions she conveyed after a each bite was startling, and a little frightening. Kobeni could not conceptualize what kind of flavor or texture could elicit such a reaction but curiosity alone wasn't going to make her risk trying it. Their meal was interrupted by the arrival of a third, as a red horned devil angrily stomped over to their table in a huff.

"YOU LOCKED ME OUT AGAIN!! I demand you apologize!!"

The spiky toothed figured crossed her arms and began tapping her foot, seemingly counting each passing second so she could demand a grander gesture in pursuit of her forgiveness for the time spent idling

"I did no such thing, you just left your keys on the counter like you always do, Powy~"

Himeno moved her hand back down to the bowl and pulled out another skewer before offering it to Power in an attempt at wordless appeasement.

"YOU'RE LYING! AND STOP CALLING ME THAT, MY NAME IS POWER! you must have hid them from me! I demand you escort me back to my home, THIS INSTANT!!"

Power slammed both hands onto the table in a fit of frustration before sliding them forward and grabbing the entire bowl, pulling it close to her chest and pawing at the skewer Himeno was still holding, refuting the peace offer and taking what she felt she was owed.

"I can't do that, I've got to help Kobeni here get ready for her little outing with miss Makima this weekend"

"That's not my problem!!"

Power puffed out her chest and pouted, puffing an angry breath from her nostrils, posturing at the table. Himeno smirked, planting her elbows on the table and locking her hands together before leaning her head on them. Kobeni sat there, nervously observing their display. It was like watching someone try to tame a wild animal with a staring contest, and what's more, it looked like Himeno was winning. Power could only hold her tantrum for so long before her impatience got the best of her and she relented.

"FINE! You there, cry baby, tell me what your problems are and I'll use my superior intellect to solve them for you"

She drilled a finger into Kobeni's shoulder. Her face was like that of a moody toddler, showing complete disinterest in Kobeni's concerns, fixated only on how furthering this train of thought would serve her own goal of getting back into Himeno's apartment. The thought of the two of them living together was eager to occupy Kobeni's already overburdened mind, but she sensed making Power wait longer before giving her an answer wasn't going to end well for her.

"W... well t-the thing is"

She turned her head to Himeno, fishing for an approving nod, like asking a pet owner if this course of action is likely to get them bitten or not. Himeno returned a reassuring smile, which in tandem with Power's impatient prodding spurned her on.

"W-we're going to the aquarium... a-and..."

She mumbled sheepishly, tucking her hands into a clump between her legs and ducking her head down to avoid eye contact. Her insecurities were starting to rear their heads again as she began to doubt herself with each passing word. She decided on the aquarium after seeing a leaflet, it looked promising at the time but was this really somewhere Makima would want to go? She couldn't really picture it that well, what do you even do with someone at the aquarium? Talk about starfish? The more she thought about it the more sure she was that she messed up, that Makima was going to hate it and grow tired of her after realizing what a loser she was. As she continued to spiral, Power grew tired of her muttering.

"Huh? Speak up, I can't hear you"

"W-we... um..."

"They're going to the aquarium"

Himeno interjected, not wanting to leave Kobeni at the mercy of Power's impending verbal abuse.

"The aquarium? That's lame! Who would want to go to the aquarium!"

Kobeni let out a short and dejected murmur. Her self-doubt, now reinforced by someone else's words, grew staggeringly. This was the first time she took the initiative and it was deemed a spectacular failure before she even got to try. The persistent jabbing she felt from her anxiety was replaced by an overbearing tide of anguish, resonant in it's victory. Himeno cut in, too late to stop the injury, she would have to do her best to treat it.

"They have sharks at the aquarium"

"...sharks?"

Power raised a curious eyebrow, she didn't know what a 'shark' was per se, but she surmised it was something of interest to her, since Himeno brought it up.

"They can smell a drop of blood from a quarter mile away"

"Hmm"

Power paused to ponder.

"Alright human, you've convinced me, you'll be taking me to the aquarium this weekend! I demand to see the sharks!"

"I... bu-"

Kobeni stuttered. Power backing down from her aquarium apathy did fill her with some small modicum of reassurance that she could try to build herself back up from, but this new proposition wasn't exactly a welcome addition.

"I don't think miss Makima would appreciate you taking Kobeni away from her, Powy~. I think she'd by quite upset at you if you did that"

Power froze, in what was for her an uncharacteristic manner, not even snapping back at Himeno's nickname for her. A wave of fear coursed over her. Kobeni was a hardened veteran of this wing of the emotional spectrum, the way she reacted was less like someone who'd been told they'd committed a social faux pas and more like an animal remembering the feeling of having their paw put over an open flame. Did she have some sort of history with Makima? Before Kobeni had a chance to ponder the matter further, Power regained her composure and returned to her proclamations.

"After further consideration, I don't want to go to the aquarium with you anymore, Himeno will take me, so she can grovel for my forgiveness for locking me out of my house again"

"Alright, but if you wanna go to the aquarium you're gonna have to wait outside while we finish up here"

"Fine, BUT I'M TAKING THIS"

She reached across the table, grabbing a handful of Himeno's unfinished food before confidently marching back outside. Seemingly asserting her self-perceived victory.

"D~do you think miss Makima is gonna like the aquarium?"

Himeno didn't have some special insight on Makima's love of marine life, but that wasn't really what Kobeni wanted to hear. Right now she needed a friend to hearten her resolve and help set her on her way, and that was something she could do.

"Well, I think she likes you, so I think she's gonna have a good time no matter where you take her"

Kobeni blushed, not entirely sure sure what to do with this thought. It wasn't really something she could buy into yet, but hearing Himeno say it made her heart race a little. She'd finally overcome her urge to repress her own desires, and while she still had a long way to go before she could accept them, she had a guiding star to lead her there.

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

[itscominghome]

Summary: Ben uses an elf on the shelf to display his love for you

Notes: Requests are closed. Sorry this is late again. I promise I'll try and get back on track x

Warnings: Suggestive writing and mentions of a sort of breeding kink

When the Elf on The Shelf Does Something Right - Ben Chilwell

When I walked into the living room in the early hours of the morning, there are tiny flour footprints leading into the kitchen. I instantly look up at the ceiling, knowing who's behind it. Ben hadn't been in bed when I had woken, but due to the earliness of my wake up, I assumed Ben had just needed the toilet. There's no way he would've gotten up before 7am when he doesn't have training. How wrong I was. I follow the footprints through to the kitchen being greeted by a bouquet of roses in a vase on the kitchen table, a cup of tea sat on a coaster and a full English breakfast plated up, and a boyfriend stood next to the table, high-fiving a little toy elf. He turns to me, pretending to only just notice my entrance and smiling as he walks over. He places his hand on my hip gently, walking me back over to the table and pulling out a chair. All of these are simple gestures, but I can feel my heart warm at each one.

"I love you, baby," he whispers before sitting himself down opposite me and digging into his own breakfast.

"This is amazing." I him lightly as I take my first bite of the bacon on my plate, "I wish I could stay at home and show you what all of this means to me,"

"Don't worry, I know," he replies softly, taking my hand in his and caressing the back of it with his thumb.

When I arrive at work, I'm greeted by another elf, this one sat on top of my computer. I roll my eyes, assuming that it was one of my colleagues' ways if telling me that we had entered some form of prank war. But when I turn my computer on and attempt to unlock it with my password, my access it denied. And within seconds of putting in the 'wrong' password my phone pings. When I open it, I've received a notification from Ben.

Hint: The place where I first told you I loved you

And there was only one place that could've been. The 4-0 win against Kosovo in the EUROS qualifiers that secured England's qualification. The image replayed in my head all the time, the first time we really realised how head over heels in love with each other we were. And mixed with the win, the two of us had never been happier. The fact that Ben still remembers over two years later makes me feel even more loved than I already do and my stomach is filled with butterflies. I send him a 'thanks x' back before attempting to log into my computer again and this time it works.

It was all the elf

I giggle at the message as I open it before looking at my computer background which has been changed. Changed to a photo collage of many of the best photos that Ben and I have taken over the years. And all of a sudden, the butterflies are back again.

Throughout the day, I'd find little notes all around my desk. In between pages of my notebook, under my mouse mat, in my mug, in a pen lid, the list goes on. And they were all things Ben loved about me.

You get on with my family

You're an amazing Godmother to Leo (and you'll be an amazing mum too)

You've loved me when I've struggle to love myself

You put 100% into us and our relationship

You're drop-dead gorgeous

Your smile lights up every room

Sex with you is the most amazing thing a man could ever feel

You always know what to say after a bad match

You look after me when I'm injured or ill, even when I don't want you to

My friends are also your friends

You chose me and continue to choose me everyday

You're my biggest cheerleader

We understand each other without talking

You are always willing to defend me

And they were just the start of it. By the time I was leaving the office, I had found a total of 101 reasons as to why Ben loved me. I had glued them all carefully into the notes space of the next 101 pages of my notebook. A little reminder of why I'm so lucky to have Ben as my boyfriend.

When I get home, the house is deadly silent. But when I walk into the living room, there's a blanket fort set up on the sofa, candles have been lit around the room and the 'Love Actually' title screen is up on the TV. I look round the side of the blankets to find Ben tucked in amongst it all.

"Hey, gorgeous," he whispers as I crawl over and snuggle into his side.

"Hey, handsome," I reply, looking up at him and smiling, "you're amazing, you know that right?"

"Me? That was all the elf remember. Not going to lie to you, starting to get jealous of all the attention you're getting from him." I roll my eyes, nuzzling my head into the crook of Ben's neck.

"So on the menu tonight, we have takeaway pizza on its way, some champagne, hot chocolates just the way you like them and popcorn," Ben explains as the doorbell rings. He rushes to answer, walking back in with two 14" pizzas. I greet him with a kiss, one of many way tonight I want to show him just how grateful I am that he's in my life.

Once the film has finished, we're stuffed completely with all the food we've eaten and heading up to bed. And just when I think all the surprises 'from the elf' are over, I'm met with rose petals leading up the stairs.

"That better not be my bouquet," I joke, but when Ben turns around, he's not laughing. Instead his eyes are blown black, full of lust, as he holds his hand out to me. I take it and he runs upstairs, dragging me along behind him. When he slams the door shut behind us, he pins me up against it, attacking my neck with bites and kisses.

"Jump!" he demands against my neck, voice sounding almost like a growl.

"Benji..." I whine as he walks me over to bed and throws me on it. He shushes me.

"You know how you said you thought I'd be a good mum on those notes?" I asks, trying to keep my composure as he removes the top I'm wearing and slides my bra strap down my shoulder. He hums against my shoulder as he presses rough kisses around my collarbone.

"Well make me one. I want you to give me a little Chilwell,"

Taglist: @jorgiswifey @masnmount @masterclassbaby

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 11: Date Night

…in which Ezi’s first date gets interfered.

Word count: 2.5k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: sorry this chapter is so short. I was emotionally unstable when I wrote this last week :D I'll try to write more for the next one.

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“Hey, do you remember Dolores?” Dawson asked.

“How could I forget?” Ezili murmured, eyeing her sister up and down.

Of course Ezi remembered Dolores. She couldn’t if she tried. Whenever she looked at Koa, all she saw was what she could never be, what her mother wished that she was, and it only made her despise herself. When she’d first arrived here, she had felt so out of place, but at the same time, free. She still revisited her old life in her sleep, which made her wake up screaming during the night. And despite all the struggles she’d gone through, she felt appreciated. Harry wasn’t anywhere near great, but he wasn’t bad. He looked out for her even though she wasn’t his kind. And she knew if her mother knew she felt this way about a human, she would not be standing here.

But why was she thinking about Harry? He wasn’t here. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked around as the vibrant atmosphere of the night market drowned out her thoughts. Her sister came forward and pulled her into a hug. She could feel Koa’s claws leaving marks on her shoulders, but she knew it was just her imagination.

Koa withdrew with a smile and lifted those perfect human hands with short blunt nails and twisted her hair into a bun. She looked so human, so natural. Ezili wondered how Koa it, but then she caught a glimpse of the trident hanging on a chain around her neck. She’d been using magic.

Immediately, Ezili grabbed Dawson’s hand and pulled him to her side. Koa tilted her head, looking quite confused, which Ezili knew was all an act. Meanwhile, Dawson was blushing. He cleared his throat. “So...Dolores is also here for the book fair. Mind if she joins us?”

“Not at all,” Ezili said with a tight smile.

“Great!” Koa said, hands clasped against her chest.

Ezili tried to figure out what her sister’s intentions were. Was she here to kill Ezili? Was she here to kill Harry? What if she thought Dawson was Ezili’s new target and was here to kill him? Also, how many humans had she killed for her to be here, dressed, act, and talk like a real human girl?

Ezili walked beside Koa as the girl went on and on about how she’d just moved to London, and all the places she’d visited and enjoyed. She must have got all this information from the magic of the trident. She couldn’t be more human than Ezili, who’d had to learn everything by herself.

“Harry?”

Ezili’s heart gave a lurch when she spotted his face in the crowd. It started with a feeling of comfort, like finding a warm bed in the middle of the raging ocean. But then a tidal wave of anxiety crashed down upon her, and she momentarily forgot about Dawson and her sister. She rushed toward him, pushing past a group of tourists and teenagers who cursed at her.

“There you are!” Harry said, spreading his arms. “My favourite fish.”

“What are you doing here?” she hissed and tugged hard at his sleeve. “Why did you follow me here?”

“I didn’t follow you here.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not,” Harry sighed and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he looked around. “Where’s Dawson anyway? Why are you standing here all by yourself?”

Ezili had no time for his questions. “Harry, go home.”

“I’m here to buy books!”

“Oh, yeah? What books?”

“This one,” he said, grabbing a random book from a display shelf they were in front of.

“The Sex Life of Pets?”

“Oh.” His smile dropped as he read the title. “I mean, it does look kinda interesting.”

“Harry, go home. I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are. Dawson left you here all by yourself.”

“He’s taking care of something,” Ezili said anxiously as she put her arms around herself and rubbed. The air was getting cold. She hadn’t had to feel the cold when she’d been a siren. She hated how weak humans were. A slight change of the weather could get them all messed up.

She was about to tell Harry to go home right now because her sister was here, and Dawson might be in danger. Ezili’s job here was to kill one of these men, not save them every single time. But to her surprise, Harry took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. “Come home with me,” he said, gently. “If you stay here, you might get lost among all these tourists.”

“No, you go home,” she said, pushing his shoulder, but he didn’t budge. “It’s not safe here for you.”

“How?” he chuckled. “I know London like the back of my hand.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Ezili, you’re acting stran—” Harry was about to finish his sentence when his smile vanished. He pointed over Ezili’s shoulder. “Is that Dawson talking to your sister?”

Ezili whirled around, relieved to find Dawson still alive, but the grin her sister gave her while Dawson was talking to a seller made her uneasy.

“Harry, go home,” she snapped at Harry, shoved him hard so he stumbled back. If something happened, she could only save one of them, and she knew for a fact it would be Harry.

“I’m not going home and leaving you here—”

“And I won’t save you if my sister does something again. I’ll save Dawson, and you don’t want to die, do you?”

At first, she thought those words were all harmless, until she saw the way Harry’s smile dropped, and his shoulders slumped. He said nothing, only nodded. Koa and Dawson were heading towards them now. It was too risky to have Harry here.

“Go!” she shouted and pushed him hard. He didn’t joke about it or react, just held her gaze for a moment and walked away.

“Is that Harry? Harry!”

“He’s leaving, Dawson,” Ezili said and turned to her sister. “Could you come with me to the restroom?”

“Yeah, sure!” Koa happily said, then waved at a puzzled Dawson as she got dragged away.

“What are you trying to do?” Ezili asked in Séren when they were far enough from Dawson, but not too far; she still needed to keep an eye on him just in case.

“Nothing,” Koa answered in their mother tongue. “Although Pretty Boy over there looks quite delicious.”

“Stop it!” Ezili snapped. “You’ve been breaking so many rules around here. You’re not allowed to use the magic of the trident for personal gains.”

“Mother entrusted me with it,” Koa mused.

“I’m sure she’d be happy to know what you’d used it for,” Ezili said, disgusted.

Koa’s dark pink lips curled to the side. “You’re jealous,” she said, leaning back, arms crossed.

Ezili had no time for this. “Please go home,” she told her sister. “I have things under control here. I’ll return in a year with the heart.”

“But you don’t have a whole year,” Koa said. “One year could be a lifetime for these creatures. Humans are fickle. They can stay married for twenty years and still can’t love each other.”

Ezili scoffed, eyebrows raised. “Does the trident tell you that?”

“No, Dolores did,” Koa said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger innocently as if she weren’t talking about someone she’d murdered for no reason. “She hated her husband,” she went on. “I heard her talking on the phone with someone about how she had never loved him, and they had two grown children together. Can you believe it? These creatures made up the thing called ‘marriage’ - a lifetime commitment, which they could not keep up with themselves. And as much as your pretty head wants to see the good in these filthy creatures. They are far from good. Not only do they harm other living things, they also harm their own kind. Physically and emotionally.” Koa put her hand on Ezili’s shoulder and squeezed. “That boy you’re so attached to is no different, Ezili. He will never love you.”

Ezili bit her lip and brushed her sister’s hand off of her. “Don’t tell me about humans when I’ve been here for longer than you do.”

“And yet,” Koa said, “you’re still here.”

Ezili wanted to tell Koa she was wrong for doubting Ezili, but Koa wasn’t wrong. Recently, Ezili had been doubting herself, too. She had even considered switching her target from Harry to Dawson, but she could not feel the same connection she’d had with Harry.

“I have an offer for you, Ezili,” Koa’s voice dragged her out of her own thoughts. She blinked at her sister. “Before your birthday, which was supposed to be your coronation day, you may come back to the Queendom. You’ll tell Mother that you cannot accomplish the mission and ask her to make me Queen of the Seven Seas. Then we’ll have a new Queen as planned. Our evil aunt can’t plot against the throne. And when I’m Queen, I’ll make sure you won’t be banished. You’ll get to keep your title as a princess and stay in the castle.”

Ezili hated that she wasted a second to actually consider the offer. “No. I won’t do it,” she spat, stepping back. “If I accepted this offer, no one and nothing in the ocean world would take me seriously. I would become an outcast anyway.”

Koa rolled her eyes and laughed heartily. “At least you’ll still be protected by the army and you’ll have a family. Or would you rather join the mermaids collecting gold all day for your sad little collection? Also, I’m sure the white sharks would love an abandoned siren.”

“I’m going to be Queen,” Ezili said through clenched teeth. “I’m bringing Mother the heart no matter what. Now you go home and tell her just that. And be careful with my trident that you wore around your little breakable neck.”

Koa opened her mouth to speak, but Ezili didn’t give her a chance. She put up a hand and shouted, “Dawson, let’s go! Dolores is just about to leave.”

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Ezili didn’t know what time she arrived home. She tried not to think about her sister’s words, which had clearly been for the purpose of making her doubt herself. She still hoped Dawson had had a great time tonight. They’d bought some books after she’d got rid of Koa, then stopped at a restaurant on the way back to Harry’s mansion. She’d apologised when he’d dropped her off for not being quite herself tonight, and she hated how he’d cheerfully said, “It was nothing. No worries.” Why did humans lie about how they felt all the time? If something bothered you or made you uncomfortable, why not just say it? Why did they feel the need to complicate things? It was hard enough for her to understand human emotions, and they expected her to be able to guess?

“Hey,” Harry said when their eyes met and she froze in the doorway. She’d expected him to be sleeping right now. “You look clean. Guess your sister didn’t kill Dawson?”

Ezili narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her shoes. “No. Nothing bad happened.”

“Oh, man. I was hoping he was dead.”

“Shut up,” she said. “Also, I don’t think my sister will ever bother us again.” That, she wasn’t sure. She just wanted to be reassured even if it was by her own words.

Harry got up, hands slipped into his pockets. “Sooo...how was your date?”

Ezili pretended she hadn’t heard that question. “Why are you still up?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Had too much coffee earlier.” Then repeated, “How was your date?”

“It was fine,” Ezili said. "Why did you show up?"

"I was just making sure you wouldn't cause any trouble? Your name is tied to mine now, in case you've forgotten."

"How can I? You literally remind me of our fake relationship every two seconds."

“Why are you so pissed off?”

“I’m not.”

“You clearly are,” he persisted.

She let out a sigh, about to just go upstairs and ignore him for the rest of the night, but this one question kept tugging at her. So she had to ask.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Harry looked confused for a second. “No. Never. I think I’ve told you about what happened with my exes.”

“But did you love them at one point?”

“Well, I thought I loved them,” he said. “But looking back now, I don’t think I know what love is. It’s just...a lot of times, I want to be alone. Just me and Chilli. If someone enters my life and stays around for too long, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“But I’m also living here. We see each other all the time.”

“It’s not like I have a choice to kick you out,” he said, then instantly looked regretful.

Ezili padded across the room and stopped in front of him. “Why would anybody want to be alone?” She knew she didn’t. She was doing all this just to be accepted by her kind, but he, who had everything from fame and wealth to a supportive family, wanted to be left alone?

“You’re not the first girl to ask me that,” he said with a grin. “I think it has a lot to do with how I was brought up. I feel like everyone has these certain expectations for me, and when I don’t meet those expectations, I disappoint them. I just want to be by myself so I can just be me. I don’t want to adjust myself to the presence of others.”

Ezili nodded then moved a bit closer.

“What are you--”

She surprised him by placing her palm on the left side of his chest. Her skin tingled with the sensation of his little unsteady heartbeats when she came near. “But there’s nothing here,” she mumbled as if it would make sense to him. “You were telling the truth.”

“What do you mean?” Harry let out a nervous laugh and reached for her hand, which she withdrew before he could touch.

“Nothing.”

Harry’s smile faded. “Did Dawson say anything about me?”

“No. We hardly talked about you.”

“What about your sister? Why is she here?” he kept asking when she brushed past him and headed for the stairs. “Does your mother want you back? Ezi, what happened tonight?”

“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m just tired. Goodnight, Harry.”

“Ezi,” he said, his voice soft and pleading as if he could love her for a moment. But how could he? How could a man, who had lived his whole life without falling in love and prided himself on his loneliness, ever fall in love with a siren? He’d said he’d wanted to kiss her again, but there he’d stood in front of her and claimed her presence in this house made him uncomfortable. Then when her hand had been on his heart, she had felt nothing.

So had he lied about it? Humans lied about how they felt all the time. If they could lie about wanting to spend the rest of their life with one person, they could lie about wanting to kiss a siren.

Maybe, just maybe, Ezili should consider her sister’s offer.

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer Part Four-Chan

The street was busy with people as usual. Chan and I walked hand in hand leisurely observing the life of others. A group of school kids excited to finally be on vacation make their way into an ice cream shop shouting and laughing. A street performer taking a break outside a McDonald's. People pushing passed each other to get to work or some where they are urgently needed. Then there is us. After what had happened earlier in the morning I thought it would be a good idea to spend the day out together. Chan wore his usual. A black Vetements hoodie and sweats. A mask to cover his face and pair of shades. He did look suspicious to be honest but he said it would attract less attention. I went for a much less black look with my pink hoodie and shorts. My favorite Chanel wallet and a mask. It was moments like this that made it seem easy to be together. Just him and me walking in the street. He would point out something in a window and I would agree it looked worthy to look at so we would walk in the store to snoop around. Window shopping was fun with Chan.

"Oh look at that! Wow it's so pretty!" I cooed looking into the window. Chan chuckled to himself and moved closer to see what I was adoring. He arm went to the small of my back which made me jump a little bit blush at the little things he does that makes my heart flutter.

"What are you looking at?" He said confused.

"That!! Right there in the front!!" I said jumping excited.

"Baby that's....a kids watch?" He said giving me a look. He didn't understand what drew me to it.

"It's Hello Kitty though!! Look at the little flowers on the band..." I said pouting a little. I read for his hand and hold it looking at him for a second. I then leap over towards the door of the shop dragging him along with me. Chan laughed again mumbling something this time I can't hear. The bell dinged as we entered alerting the sales lady to greet us.

"Welcome in! Are you looking for anything or for anyone?" The lady said approaching us. Her eyes were deep brown and hooded. Her lashes long and elegant. She stood confidently in front of us in her short black dress and heels. Her hair was long and black. It flowed to her elbows as she reached out for a hand shake from Chan.

"We are looking thank you." Chan said nodding his head politely and shaking her hand firmly. Her eyes looked him up and down smiling in a flirty way. This made him uncomfortable and he stepped back bumping into me.

"Ah sorry my baby are you ok?" He said concerned holding my back and my shoulder.

"Ah yes ummm good heh..." I said brushing off his touch walking towards the Hello Kitty display. He bowed shyly towards the lady embarrassed or his actions and followed behind me.

"Ahh wow look there's other characters too!" Said looking through the glass case careful not to get my finger prints on it.

"I like that one it would look cute on you haha.." Chan said nervously stepping over to the other side of me to look at it closer. He took off his mask looking over at me smiling. I take mine off as well and he reaches for mine to hold. I nod at him thanking him for his gesture.

The lady returns over near the case display we are looking at. With a bottle of windex in hand and a cloth she stands by waiting. I look up at her expecting her to say something. She just gives me a warm smile and continues to watch us.

"Um can I please look at this one please." I said pointing to the one Chan liked. He steps back to give the lady space and stands behind me closely so his arm can drape over my shoulder. The lady unlocks the case and reaches inside for the glove, putting them on. Taking the item in her hands she holds it in front of me to show off the items.

"How much is it?" I asked reaching to touch it. The lady quickly moved away and placed it back in the case. She giggled quietly before speaking.

"Maybe a little too much for you dear.."She said swiftly then spraying the case and cleaning off the non existent fingerprints. A little annoyed I huffed.

"She asked how much it is? So tell her." Chan said seriously placing his hands in the case. The lady was startled by this move and stepped back.

"Oh I'm oh it's... one moment.." She said trying to gain her composure taking a look at it again.

"800." She said confidently looking over at me as if she had defeated me.

"We'll take it." We both said at the same time making us laugh a little. The lady smiled again and took it over the the check out space. I gave Chan a look of "what the fuck" and he did a sheepish smile. Rubbing the back of his neck he mouthed sorry. I eased my way over with Chan following behind taking out his wallet the same time as me.

"No Channie I got it please.." I said handing the lady my card.

"Oh you better let your boyfriend pay he seems to know what he's doing.."She said looking down at me. Did I look weird? I looked at my clothes and then his. I mean yeah his hoodie is designer but we are both wearing hoodies.

"No I think she can handle it actually." Chan said sounding a bit pissed off. His hand instinctively grabbed my free hand holding it tightly. I smiled at the lady to mock her placing my wallet on the counter. Looking down she notices the Caviar wallet and realizes her mistake.

"Ah yes of course ma'am would you like it boxed as well?" She said bowing her head to show respect.

"Yes." I said flatly earning a laugh from Chan who was looking over at me fondly.

"I'll also take that right there." I said pointing at the Hello Kitty bag on the shelf.

"Ah yes one moment of course!" She said dashing over the grab it. She stopped for a second then rushed towards the back yelling:

"I'll get you a fresh one!"

Once she disappeared through the wall that was a door Chan and I began to laugh. He pulled me into a hug still laughing while rubbing my back.

"Ah oh my god!" I said wiping the happy tears from my face. We gained our composure and look at eachother as we pulled out of the hug.

"You know you didn't have to pay." He said to me quietly.

"Yes I did Chan. You can't let people like that walk all over you ya know." I said pursing my lips in a teasing way.

"I'm just saying I could of protected you. You didn't have to-

He stopped after realizing what he said. His head raised to look in my eyes. I was confused why he stopped talking but I feel like he just had something click in his head.

The woman returned with my purchases and handed them to me in the shopping bag. I paid promptly then we left with the ding of the bell going off again.

Walking back to the dorm we were silent. It felt comfortable though. It was like nothing needed to be said and we knew that. Chan was insistent upon carrying my bag and I reluctantly let him. When we arrived at the dorm we were greeted with hellos from the members and their guests. Everyone was having a lively conversation when Hyunjin's girlfriend approached me.

"Hey! What did you get? I'm nosy sorry.." she said excited sitting down next to me on the sofa.

"Ahhhh baby don't be rude she probably doesn't want to show you." Hyunjin said walking over to her then pulling her into a hug sitting with her.

"No no I'll show you. It's no problem I like Hello Kitty so I got this watch I saw in the window with Chan.... then uh this bag aswell." I said as I took them out of the boxes to show her.

"Broooooo oh my god I got the same exact bag!! Holy shit we are meant to be best friends..." she said excited and she reached over to hug me. Hyunjin laughed and apologized to me for her excitement.

"She likes Sanrio characters a lot. Ah... sorry" he said shyly pulling her away. I hugged her back laughing.

"No it's ok! I do too.." I said as I watched her eyes light up. Without realizing Chan was sitting there observing.

"Hyung are you going to help your girlfriend carry her things back to your room or are you going to sit there like a creep and stare at her." Hyunjin said earning a loud laugh from his partner.

"Ahhh Hyunnie don't be mean to Chan! Don't worry Chan I got your back!" She said shooting finger guns at him. We all laughed and Chan got up and nervously began packing the things back into the boxes with me.

"Are you ok?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah I'm good.." he said whispering back picking everything up and standing. I followed him to his room and watched him put my things down on the unused chair. He walked over to the bed sitting down with a deep sigh.

"Oh no .. you only sigh when something is wrong.." I said cautiously approaching him and sitting next to him. He laid back and I took this as an invite to lay across his tummy. Our bodies making an X shape across the bed.

"What are you doing baby.." he asked chuckling a little. I laughed feeling his stomach contort from his laughing. We both began to laugh not being about to stop. The felt too funny. After a few moments we fell silent and he reached for my hand.

"You know.. nothing is wrong. I wanted you to know. I needed today and it help me realize." He said.

"Realize what.." I said scared of his rejection.

"I need you in my life. I want to protect you. I want to laugh with you.. I want you. Please can I have you?" His voice cracked at the end. I sat up then sat on him my legs on each side of his hips. He lifts his neck to see what I'm doing before I engulf him in a big hug almost knocking the wind out of him. I cuddled him close my face in his neck. He responded by wrapping his arms around me.

"You always had me." I said in his neck. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Lifting myself off him my back was arched still in his arms.

"Hey you guys wanna watch the new 90 Day Fiancé with us! Hyunnie and I think it would be fun since..

She stopped talking as they stood in the doorway seeing us in the position we were in.

"Well at least he lets her be on top!" Hyunjin's girlfriend said. I gotta remember to ask her for her name.

"What do you mean?! You were on top last night!?" Hyunjin whinned pulling her into a hug as if it would stop their little argument.

"Barely! It was for 2 minutes but you said you wanted to be on top so you could muffle the sounds of ..

They walked off arguing. I was a bit worried but Chan opened his mouth.

"They aren't actually arguing by the way. That's just how they talk to eachother when they are around others. They are so soft for eachother when no one is around." Chan said as we sat up.

"I kind of wanna watch... 90 day fiancé..." I said to him.

"Yeah they make it sound so good huh?" He said standing up reaching my hand helping me up.

"Yah! Hyunjin save some space on the couch!" Chan said as we walked into the living room.

"Where did they... go?" I asked looking around and through the kitchen.

"Oh heh I uh forgot..." Chan said shyly looking down. I was scared to ask but I did.

"What?" I said.

"Their "arguments" are usually resolved rather quickly.."He said looking over at Hyunjin's room.

"Gross!" I said covering my face embarrassed.

"It's just you and me then I guess.." Chan said plopping himself down on the couch.

"Well we can wait.. you said quickly.." I said sitting next to him hugging his side.

"Oh did I say that.." he said reaching for the remote to turn on the tv.

"I meant loudly.." he said again turning up the volume of the tv of the movie playing.

"Gross!" I said again slapping him lightly.

[coconutheadfriend]

Fall of the sky

Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: Romance I guess?

Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, fluff? (There will be smut eventually) 

Word count: 2500+

Summary:

Ah Arkridge city of laughter and full of rich, cocky assholes. Oh, and me, my name is (Y/N) and this is my story about the fall of the sky. It’s 2034 and the government declares the ground below us is inhabitable, broken, and destroyed. So people build a city, a sanctuary for the human race to keep on living. Although the one thing they chose to do wasn’t to send us to space no, it was to build a city. No normal city though, it flew. Like a plane, but looked way more magical than the human mind could ever imagine. Towering buildings and cute little homes waiting to be inhabited. Although there was a dark side to this solution, poor people were rarely seen on this island, but why may you ask? That will play a big part in my story and how I made the sky fall. I am (y/n) (l/n) and this is my story on how I made the sky fall.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I hit it so it turns off, the robotic voice speaks through the speaking. “Miss (y/n), it's time to get up and ready for the ball” you shot your head up and your hair goes all over your face. You huff pushing it out of your face. “Wait, that's today?” you question cocking your head to the side. “August 29th 3093” You smile“You have an appointment with the hairdressers and makeup artist today. Should I message them and say you're still coming?” the robotic voice questions. You shove the blankets off you and get up to start dancing and jumping around. “Uhm miss your heart rate has gone up substantially in the past few seconds is their reason to call an ambulance?” she asks and you stop your movements and laugh. “Oh sorry Nebula, I'm fine and yes I will still be at both of those appointments.” You straighten yourself out, you still have a stupid smile on your face but who can blame you? You were going to see Bakugou today at the ball. The love of your life was going to be there and you couldn't be anymore happier.

You walk into your bathroom and see how messed up your hair is spread out all over the place. Your eyes widen and you grab your brush quickly taking the knots out of your hair and brushing it down. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly get dressed into a tank top and some sweats. You hear the door downstairs open and close. You walk out of the room to see who has just come in. Looking over the railing to see Bakugou. “Babe!” You shout and run down the stairs almost falling as you do so. You wrap your arms around him pulling away only to kiss him. “Morning babe,” He says in his gruff voice. “You're coming tonight right?” you ask pulling away as you do so. “Wouldn't miss it for the world Babe” You untangle from him and make your way to the kitchen. “Did you eat before you came here, Suki?” You say to him. “Yeah I did but I want something else to eat” He smirks and traps you between the counters. He kisses you harshly and you pull away. “Babe, I already told you it's too early for us to be doing that stuff” You shrug and try to weave between his arms. “But baby~ We’ve been dating for so long, three months I think?” He thinks about it.

You steal a surprise kiss from him. “Yeah, I guess we've been dating for a while but I just want to make sure I lose it too,” You say turning around and opening your fridge grabbing some milk. He sighs “If I wasn’t the one I would’ve left long ago” He grumbles while you fetch some cereal pouring it in the bowl. You grab the milk and sit down eating your cereal. “Look, I know you're not happy about this situation, but I'm not ready and you said you’d respect that,” you say mouth half full of cereal. He makes his way towards you and takes a seat next to you. “Plus I already offered to please you but you weren’t interested so I don’t know what you want.” You shrug and eat more cereal. He comes close to your ear and whispers, “I want you bent overlooking all prett-” You start laughing “Me, bent over, for you?” You point your spoon at yourself. “God Bakugou, you are one horny bastard.” You finish your cereal and drink the milk. You put the bowl back down. Milk dripping from your mouth, he brings up his thumb to your mouth wiping it. You stare at him with wide eyes and feel your face get hot. Blush attacking your face and you get up rushing over to the sink turning the water on rinsing the bowl out. “Bakugou when I can trust you fully and know you want to be with me for real and not just because of my body, then we can do whatever you want. But I’m just not ready.” You sigh “So I have an appointment in about an hour so if you're still here while I’m at my appointment. Could you lock the door before you leave thanks, babe.” You say as you rush out of the house and into your car. You start it and back out of the driveway. Making your way to the hairdressers.

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You arrive at the hairdressers and get out of your car. Grabbing your keys from your pocket you lock the doors. You walk up to the familiar doors of the hair business. You open the doors and walk up to the receptionist's desk and your hairdresser comes up. “Oh hey (y/n) just take a seat over there and I'll be with you in a second.” She smiles softly and you smile back. Walking over to the seat she pointed to. You saw her disappear into the back but to return with some new shampoo and towels. She walks over to your seat and props the items she was holding up on a shelf and grabs a cover to put around you. “So are you excited for the ball tonight? I heard it's the biggest one the city has thrown.” She smiles brightly “Of course! When have you ever seen me not at a ball” You smile back and she begins to do your hair giving it a trim before asking what you want to be done. “I was kind of thinking like a bun and then some braids around it? Will I have enough hair” You laugh and she nods fiddling with your hair. “Girl, you have hair for days I don't know what you mean” She giggles softly at your comment. She starts doing your hair wetting it slightly. “So I heard that some prince is going to be there. He's supposedly looking for a wife” You frown at the comment. “Yeah I heard about that, but you know already I have Bakugou. Plus it's not like I could catch a prince's attention” You sigh realizing Bakugou isn’t gonna let you around any other man this evening. “Yeah I know but you're so beautiful if anybody could do it, it would be you (y/n).” You laugh at her comment and shake your head slightly. “Me, no, how about you? You’re so pretty any guy would be lucky to have you.” You smile at her.

“Ok! How does that look?” She asked as she finished my hair. “Great! Also, could you maybe do my makeup here I don’t want to drive across town” You pout and bring out your phone canceling the appointment? “Yeah, sure what kind of look are you going for?” You think back to your dress and it's a deep blue with white stars all along with it. “Hm, so it should match my dress so how about a navy blue look with little specks of white glitter” You suggest and she nods going into the back room. She comes back with some makeup and brushes. She starts doing your makeup and before long it's done. You open your eyes and smile. “Wow, it looks amazing, thank you” You get up from the chair and grab your purse. You hold your wrist out and she scans it. “Have a great day don’t forget to book an appointment a week before you plan on coming.” She smiles and bows as you walk out of the shop. You check the time on your phone and realize you only have two hours to get ready.

You quickly drive home and when you arrive you check the time. “Damn I only have an hour and a half to get ready.” You sigh rushing into the house and unlocking it signaling that Bakugou had left, probably to get ready as well. You quickly run up the stairs to see the beautiful gown is displayed on the mannequin you had in the room.

It was a deep ocean blue that faded into a white on the bottom. It had started displayed all across it and on the top part it curved down right above your belly button. Covering just the right amount of breast but enough to show off how nice they looked. Bakugou wouldn’t be happy as the back was very flashy as well. You quickly put on the big dress and it took a while. You fix your hair and right after you're done you hear someone honk outside your house. Must be the limo you thought. You grab the black heels you were going to wear for the night and rush down the stairs. You leave your house and see the limo. You lock the doors and rush to the limo jumping inside making sure to grab all of your dress and not to get it caught in the door of the car. You realized you forgot your mask at home but remembered it was around your neck. You slipped it one when putting on the dress.

After about half an hour of driving, you ended up arriving at a big castle-like mansion. “Thanks!” You say to the driver and hop out of the car putting your mask on. You make your way to the entrance and flashes start going off. People were taking pictures of you so you started to pose. After a few minutes, you walk into the big palace and see everyone either talking or dancing. Some people looked up at you while some ignored you. You saw someone with green flowy hair offer a hand out to you. You take it and smile walking down the stairs with him. Bakugou wouldn’t be too mad right? It's just one dance. He places his hand in yours and one on your waist. You both started dancing to the instrumental music playing. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you now?” You had curiosity getting the better of you. “Wouldn’t you like to know Doll.” He smirks at you and spins you around. “Yes I guess you could say that I’m new” He spins you around again and stops you bringing you close to his face. But before he can kiss you someone pulls you away from him bringing you to his chest. The scent was familiar, it was Bakugou. “Move along extra she's mine” You hear him say to the green-haired boy. “Calm down man we were just dancing” The green boy raised his hands like he was innocent. “Yeah what dancing do you mean because I think you mean you trying to get your lips to dance across hers” He groans and pulls you away with him to the center of the ballroom. He grabs your waist and starts dancing. You look into his crimson red eyes and smile blushing softly. “I’m sorry baby he offered to dance I di-” He cuts you off with a kiss and you pull back blushing even harder. “Uhm can we go get some fresh air.” He nods wrapping his arm around your waist. You make your way to the garden where you could see the edge of the city. You both walk around the garden and soon make it to the edge where you look down and see clouds. “Bakugou, I have something to tell you.” You fiddle with your fingers and look up at him. “I don’t think this is going to work out-” He groans and starts laughing. “Fuck- I’m so glad now I can get rid of you” He has an evil grin on his face. “Wh-what do you mean Bakugou?” Your eyes widen as you step away from the edge but he grabs you. “God, do you know how hard it is for me to be around you all the time. ‘Bakubaby’ really come up with something less annoying please” He rolls his eyes and tears prick your eyes. “I just wanted to hit it with the dip” He starts laughing and you struggle to get out of his grip. He brings your body closer to the edge of the city. “God, I've been wanting to do this for so long, a quick and easy way out and if people come looking for you I can just say you fell off the edge. Even better I can say it right after I throw you off. I’ll start crying and hyperventilating screaming. Saying ‘oh shit she fell’” He started imitating what he’ll do once you're plummeting to your death. “Please- no- don't please” You plead with him. He lightens his grip on you but just as you thought you got through to him he throws you off and you scream.

And there you were, falling. Watching what it felt like slow-mo. He had a devilish smile on his face and you had tears running down your face. You felt the wind flow through your hair and your dress move all around. It was kind of peaceful if you think about it. The sun was setting letting a pink tint fall onto them. But in reality, this was the scariest moment in your life “Fuck” You say right before you fall into some trees and blackout.

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You open your eyes slightly surrounded by trees. You see a blurry figure hovering over you. Hair tinted white and red “You lucky son of a bitch” He says in shock as you get picked up. You moan and he looks down at you while he's carrying you. “I know it hurts but I’ll make it go away” and with that, you close your eyes.

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Freezing Moon - cap 3  Finally Finland FLASHBACK DEAD ON The day after my dream with Øystein I got up early from bed, I had my breakfast and I put on a simple clothes to stay in the same house. I figured I'd fix my bookcase. I walk into the living room and downstairs in front of the bookcase and there I stare at it for minutes before finally sitting on the floor and picking up a book that Øystein had given me days before that happened. The clock above my head was ticking, ticking and it kind of irritated me more than I'd ignore. I take some money bills from my pocket, from my sweatpants, and put them into the book and then return it to its place on the shelf. I'm taken from my daydreams when I see an envelope being placed under the door. I hurry up and pick up the envelope I had known so well these past few months. I open the envelope that in its verse contained my name, my address and a postage stamp from Norway. When I open the letter and smooth the white sheet I see written: "In 1990 a captain is brutally abandoned on an island. He stayed there for awful 3 years. He would rip his deer's neck and drink his blood thirsty until there was nothing more vital in the animal. The captain after these years was saved by chance by fishermen who went to the island behind treasures. Some are lucky. When brought back to his hometown, he was arrested and without conditions of freedom. " That was all there was in the note. I automatically close the letter and place it with envelope inside my bedside table along with the more than 200 letters with these messages. FLASHBACK DEAD OFF Euronymous packed his suitcase while I was lying on his sofa studying for an important test. He throws himself at my side putting the suitcase on the floor and hugs me as he can because of my position. He was properly changed and ready to leave the house, but before he wanted to say goodbye to me. "I'll miss you by the time I'm out." - He says holding me tight. "It's just one night and you'll be back soon." I answer without looking at him. "What will you do until I get back?" "I do not know, maybe I'll be right here." Maybe I'll go for a walk in the woods, see the moon. I like the moon you know it. Or I can do a review of my stories. - I can quit if you want. I can say that I am terribly ill and could not travel. Øystein says giving a kiss to my back. - For Euronymous drama is just one night. Just go before I kick you out! - I'll call you tonight. - OK Alright. - I answer and he makes a warm affection in my ear before getting up and picking up his suitcase. "Have a lot of fun over there." - It's a meeting about things found at sea ... I'm anxious. ... The morning after your trip I go to the library early to find out what is so interesting about the excavations in Finland. I was distracted reading a book about the country that did not notice the arrival of a boy right in front of me who sat down putting his backpack on his side and staring at me. - Finland? - the kid asks smiling at me as I notice the book I was holding. "Yes Finland," I say, smiling, and he seems to know the country. - That's awesome. "Then he gets up and leaves without another word. I thought it strange, but I do not say anything. A day later in Øystein's apartment, he had returned and I was now in his shower while he packed his bags for the trip to Finland. I lathered as he paced back and forth taking things to pack. "I brought things for the trip to Finland. Repellent against the insects that have too much there ... cold clothes because it's very cold there like here. Some food because I do not know what's in the restaurants there. "Euronymous walks into the bathroom and sneezes at the stinking repellent on me and walks back into the living room. - And your meeting like it was love. I say taking the foam out of my eyes. "It was wonderful and everyone was thrilled with me there. He said happy. - Look, look at these things and see if you like something you have here. We can venture out there and do wonders in those two weeks. Do you have hiking boots on the mountain? Øystein looked like a grown child running around with things in his hands. I finish my bath and dry myself by wrapping the towel around my waist and moving to the living room. He was wearing a long black fur coat in his hands. Hiking boots on the mountain? I say and he smoothes his coat. "This is important for us to walk through. It is full of mountains and does not walk to dead tennis. Wear this, my love! I put on the jacket and it was really very warm and soft. He finishes helping me with his coat and looks at me satisfied. As I turn to look in the mirror Øystein grabs me from behind smiling at my ear causing me to shiver with pleasure. - That's for when you're wet. - He says by running his tongue over the earlobe. "He would thank me, I swear." Did you bring dollars and Norwegian money with you? "Yes, everything is stored in my bag." I say kissing his mouth. My tongue asking for passage he granted very willingly. "Did you work hard while I was gone?" - Euronymous asks as he returns to his duties and I use to dry my wet hair. - Yes a little, not much ... I met someone very enthusiastic about Finland, but he disappeared. - Ah !? It is and who would it be? Øystein asks, and then I sense a moment of risk. His, jealous knocked on the door and he could barely disguise. - Someone in the second year. I say, leaning on the kitchen table after I finish drying my hair with the towel. Lauri approached me in the library. That does not bother you, does it? - No way. - He speaks the most I see that bothered him. - It matters ... - Toothpaste, brushes, socks ... -Ah! Opportunity appeared then ... I think we should be honest and sincere with each other. "I'm closer to him than he's bent, still packing the suitcase." I try to kiss his neck and then I'm hit with a punch that hits my mouth. Tombo to the side the sooner I recover, placing the hand on the face with the impact. Øystein might be soft, but he was too strong for his size. I go to him and we fall to the ground rolling on all sides. Soon he can hold me by holding my neck. Euronymous rolls around reversing our positions and realizes the mistake he made. He comes off me, rolling to the side and lying on the cold floor of the house. We spent a few minutes recovering our breath ... "Should I have left you uncertain?" Øystein is breathing deeply, and even as he lies down, he looks at me from the corner of his eye. "I do not think I should have told you my feelings." Sorry he sits down beside me putting his hands on his face and I realize that I had provoked him and resulted in that punch. I try to fondle her on the back, but he pulls my hands away and then gets up from the floor. A day later and I do my last tests in the college, leaving that day of the aggression aside. I struggled to continue to love Øystein Aarseth, but the things between us were cooling down gradually ... What I most wanted to do was to go to Finland with Øystein. I could not, hurt him. ... Finally the big day arrived and after a few hours by plane, we arrived in Finland. We got off the plane and soon a car was waiting for us with a super redhead woman driving and talking some instructions to us. - 2000 km of pure ice on all sides ... Water in the rooms of the ship. The only entrance and exit is by air or sea. This road starts from this side and ends where I'm going to leave them to catch the ship. - The woman said without stopping looking at us in the rearview mirror of the car. "Look how magnificent, a road that leads nowhere, great, Øystein! Euronymous does not answer me I turn to the other side watching the mountains in front of us in the distance covered with ice and the moon wanting to appear in the middle of the mountains. When we get to the hotel the car is parked and we get off getting our bags and entering the luxurious five star hotel. - Good morning gentlemen. - Says the guy who carries the bags displaying that smile that to me was more false than it appeared. - Welcome to Sweet Dreems! - Hello, gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your stay in our hotel. Can I see your reservation? The receptionist says. "Ah yes, I have reservations in the name of Øystein Aarseth. - Euronymous says handing in his hotel card and his credit card. I watched as the attendant looked at the computer monitor. The hotel was beautiful and seemed to be the most luxurious in the area. The walls were white, hospital-colored, with turquoise details and a few other decorations like vases and paintings on the central wall of the hall. I leave my reveries after Øystein registers and his reservation is accepted. We went to the room and soon the baggage handler came behind us. We entered the most beautiful and expensive room I have ever had the pleasure to put my eyes on. As at the entrance the walls were white with turquoise accents and an E-N-O-R-M-E double bed in the center of the room, next to a minifrigobar. I make a point of opening and there I find two bottles of rosé wine Wongraven Senza compromesso. After opening a bottle of those I picked up a cup that was above my head in a type of cup holder. I fill two cups delivering one, to Øystein after he finishes taking off his black fur coat as well. I hold the cup to him who grabs it and gives it a generous sip. I get excited and take a long drink too, savoring that delicious wine. - Here's a nice view. - I say excited for Øystein. - Yes, you do. There was a change in plans. Øystein says, picking up his small personal hygiene bag and taking it to the bathroom. I sit on the bed and pull out my suitcase, too. - How do you change the plans? Why this now. "I'm just packing my things in the hotel wardrobes. - A speaker decided not to appear and this will make things a bit difficult. - He gave up what? - Of the whole trip, he just had not seen. Øystein says, returning to his room. - And the next cruise is tomorrow so I'll have to repay it. "How many days had she been gone?" I ask him already irritated. I think about five days. Øystein speaks softly. He did not want me to get angry, but it was too late. - Fuck who gave five fucking days? Why did not you tell me this before? I ask, picking up the bottle and drinking almost the whole of it in one swallow. "I'm sorry I only knew it now. I got a message and I can not say no. You are an important customer. They were desperate, I could not say do not forgive me. "I can not believe this, Øystein. You bring me here and I come from all the goodwill of the world and it was to spend these weeks together and now you do FUCK. "I'm already out of bed, getting out of bed." "You can not leave me here alone in this end of the world that I do not even know. I already know! I'm going with you on this cruise. - Can not. It has no place because it is already complete. You can have fun if you stay here. Go take a walk, look at the shops in this town and I'll be back soon. Euronymous approaches me and gives me a kiss on the mouth. I try to push him away sooner to the sweet taste of the wine that is on his lips. After the moment of anger passed, I stared at Øystein and without blinking, he ran his hand over my ass and said I was drooling. He told me to turn around, and I saw him lying on the bed, naked and with his cock as hard as an iron rod. I was excited and shaken. - Come here! - He said. - Not! I said yes. Ah! Yeah, are you going to make it sweet now? I know you do. Let's enjoy it while I'm here and after I come back yes we'll enjoy the city together my love. Come on, give a suck here! - He said smiling with ease and debauchery. Trembling, red with rage, and dying with excitement, I still tried to resist saying that it was wrong for him to lie to me. Øystein stood up, took my hand, without my denying it, and set it firmly on his huge limb. I tried to pull it off, however, and he held it tightly over his hard throbbing cock. Then he let go, and I kept holding on and massaging slowly. He told me to kneel down and put his cock in my mouth. I sucked with a huge hunger, swallowing everything, despite the size and thickness I always took care of the message and he enjoyed happy. He told me to lie face down on the two pillows that were luxuriously placed on the bed so that my butt would be in position for him to penetrate me. Then he opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a lube, had me put it on his cock, passed my entrance, and walked in very slowly. We took a lot of time in that mete, it gets hot, even because I cried, moaned and screamed horny. Minutes after he started penetrating, I already had spasms through my body. For a full time sex of variations of positions and places without leaving the suite. It was a wonderful and unforgettable evening. Even in bed, in the whirlpool, in the carpet of the small room and in the shower. In the end, it was past 11 pm. I confess that the excitement I felt was unimaginable. I entered so hard in an orgasm that I enjoyed without touching my limb. Øystein gave me a pleasure that no other woman could give me. And while I enjoyed, moaned, and shouted calling for him with every thrust, he thrust harder and moaned with pleasure as well. After minutes he enjoys in my interior and enjoy dirtying the bed of red sheet. We ended up sleeping in a hug. The next morning I found myself standing in front of the wharf where the ship of the Øystein cruise ship would leave. I was leaning against a railing when he appeared smiling and leaning there beside me. "How do you feel today, my love?" He asks, smiling at me. "Well, I'm fine, even though I'm still mad at you, but I'm fine. I say kissing his nose. "Here, take this while I'm gone. It had served you more now than it did me. - Euronymous extends his black leather jacket. This jacket was the one he never took from his body. It looked like he had been born stuck in it. Finally he would give that jacket to me. I take it from his hands and he gives me one more passionate kiss before turning his back and heading towards the ship and hop on board.