#And IDK man they have never really passed the smell test to me

[maeamian]

Just Stop Oil is funded by the Getty family, a famous oil family. In JSO's defense their argument is that the specific Getty member isn't an oil magnet which is true in the sense she didn't do the actual work but not true in the sense of that's absolutely where her money comes from. But also, if they act in ways that seem, to you, like the ways someone might act if they were trying to discredit the environmentalist movement from within, well, I have a theory that might have some explanatory power.

[slytherinshua]

THE ONLY ONE

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. takes place after the events of the s2 finale, but there's not really many spoilers. pairing. husband!go won x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. finally writing for the loml in aos, prince go won <3 i'm surprised it's taken me this long cause damn 😭 i've been meaning to write a fic for him forever, especially since @blue-jisungs and i both go crazy over him teehee. if the self indulgence of this fic isn't clear from the way i write the kisses, idk what will make it clearer cause i absolutely would do anything for this man ‼️ i'm as delulu as you can get

“How did you know that I was the one for you?” You asked curiously. It was a dreary day— a perfect one to stay indoors and laze around with your husband; which is exactly what you were doing. You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging his waist as he read a spell book. But he wasn’t really paying attention to the words anymore. The book was a lot less interesting than you, or the questions that your brain prompted you to ask. 

It had already been a year since you were married to Go Won. Your wedding anniversary was just around the corner, and as the king of the country; Won made sure that only the most luxurious of parties would be planned as a celebration. 

“I believe there were many factors to that, my love.” He hummed in thought and you hugged him just a little tighter. “Of course, you know that Jin Buyeon recommended you to me. I probably would not have met you if it weren’t for her. Have I ever told you that I used to test you?” He turned slightly to look at you, a cute grin on his face.

You laughed in disbelief, “Really? I assume I passed those tests since I’m here with you now?”

He agreed, “Of course you passed them all. There were only 3, and they were all quite simple. Firstly, I needed to make sure you were more reasonable than I was. Secondly, you needed to make my heart flutter. And finally, my turtle needed to like you.”

You giggled at the last one. You remembered clearly how shocked and thrilled Won was when he first introduced you to his pet turtle. It had also been one of the moments where you realized you truly loved him. He was a simple man, but he cared deeply for his people and his country. His turtle was probably the most precious thing he owned, and he still cared for it to this day.

It had practically ran to you (as fast as a turtle really could run) when you had first met. As funny as it sounded, that was all Won needed to know you were the right woman to marry. Apart from your attractive wit and breathtaking beauty— you had a good soul; and that Go Won knew from his turtle.

“I guess I should thank him for bringing us together then, hm? He should get his own spot at our anniversary banquet.” You mumbled mindlessly, lazy smiles present on both your faces.

“If that’s what you wish, then I shall see it done.” Won replied happily, shooting a grin towards the fancy water dish that his turtle was kept in.

Truly, Buyeon had not lied when she said it possessed good energy. It never seemed to stop giving Go Won good luck. It had separated him from Jin Mu, brought him closer to Jang Uk, and found him a wife all within just 2 years. 

“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” You asked, smiling against his skin, your face buried in the crook of his neck. He smelled sweet, but it wasn’t any less regal than you would expect from a king. It suited him perfectly. He embodied everything sweet and lovely and playful. From his bright eyes to his slight dimple when he smiled; your husband only knew how to love you with his entire being. He couldn’t love you with anything less even if he tried.

“Daily, darling.” He whispered, too caught up in the feeling of your warm breath hitting his neck. Your lips hovered over the skin as if you were still thinking about whether to kiss it or not. But when you finally let your lips fall to meet his soft skin, he found himself smiling, leaning into you in hopes of being closer.

“It’s comfortable like this. I want to stay here all day.” You told him. You would never get tired of this feeling— this pleasant buzzing in your chest that felt so right. Only Won could ever summon the feeling, and you found yourself often thinking about how perfect it was. You would love him for the rest of your life, and even when you died, he would still be the only man you kept in your heart.

“I don’t have anywhere to be. It would be impossible for me to leave even if I did when you’re holding me so tightly.” He said the last sentence in a teasing whisper which caused colour to rush to your cheeks. He wasn’t wrong, and though you could hardly be asked to stop, you at least loosened your grip around his waist. You would hug him for the entire day if you could. 

Go Won could tell by the way you shrunk your head down to rest on his back instead of by his neck that you had gotten flustered. You were always one to shamelessly flirt with him until the second he commented on it or flirted back. Your cheeks would grow hot and you would shy away from any affection that he attempted to give you. He thought it was adorable.

“Don’t get all shy on me now. What happened to the neck kisses you were giving me a minute ago?” He teased. Your arms were loose enough now that he could easily turn around to face you— something he had been wanting to do for a while.

You hid in your hands, too embarrassed to show him your face. He cooed at you, gently grasping your hands to move them down. He cupped your cheeks in his warm palms, only worsening your problem. He gave you a smile; a bright one that showed off his dimple and made his eyes sparkle with the love they held for you.

“Don’t look at me like that…” You mumbled quietly.

“Like what?” 

“Like… I hung the stars in the sky or something. You look… so in love.” 

“I am so in love, and I won’t stop looking at you.” Came his only response. It was a heart-fluttering one, one that you could only expect from your husband. He had always been expertly charming.

He leaned down to kiss you, almost as if completing his statement. And if you ever forgot how much he truly loved you, you were reminded of it every time his lips found yours. Whether it be short pecks or these longer kisses, his love was always displayed in both. When you kissed Go Won, it was as if you got entirely lost in the feeling of him. The rest of the world did not matter when his lips were on yours— it was just you and him, so very in love with each other.

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[inkybinkyboink]

@salenrooz​ BET YO

im a SUCKER for scent headcanons i dont even care if its weird

jimmy/saul: k so separated the two for obvious reasons. saul absolutely smells like the worst male cologne in existence. like it’s so strong to the point where it just smells like chemicals. jimmy on the other hand? idk he looks like a clean linen bastard. like it would make sense if it was like the opposite right? like i feel like he doesnt smell like anything, like he smells like fresh laundry and the nail salon he has his office in yknow?

kim: ok ok ok so. kim grew up in what im assuming to be wasn’t the super cleanest house? like pet smells, cigarette smoke, dirty dishes and takeout boxes left on the counter. and i feel like when kim grew up she wanted to become her own person and that includes the way you smell. so i feel like she smells like rose petals, the muted smell of like,,an office filled with paperwork, you know what im talking about, please you have to, and cigarette smoke, because no matter how hard she tries, a part of her will always be stuck in the past.

mike: bruh ok uh like clean laundry, but more muted??? like an old man who lives alone, and he sits in his chair all day watching movies, but he also smells like motor oil and gunpowder and soil. kaylee always thinks it’s just because he goes on hunting trips, and no one ever thinks that it could possibly be because he’s out working for a drug kingpin every day.

howard: like lavender and burts bees hand salve. please i know thats weirdly specific but i dont know what else nails the whole “living natural” more than burts bees and lavender. also slightly like chlorine. though, near the end, maybe more like restless sleep, coffee, and salt.

gus: heres the thing. it depends. i think gus has become very very good at catering himself differently depending on who he’s around. so, if he’s just “gus the los pollos restaurant owner” probably just like old spice shampoo and deodorant. simple. humble. but if he’s “gustavo fring drug kingpin visiting madrigal hq/ cartel connections” then he’s probably wearing just the right amount of cologne, like bergamot or teakwood, something citrus-y.

nacho: like motor oil and leather from working in his dad’s shop, but i feel when he’s at home or if it’s like just him it’s a lot of floral scents, mostly from the girls, but also partly his own doing. not that he uses perfume necessarily, but he’ll light a candle to get the weed smell out of the air and it’s almost always some type of flower. usually rose, or gardenia or something not too overpowering, but still nice. mostly he just smells good, but like,,,not in a comforting way, in a hot way. yknow?

lalo: it’s been like. 2 months and im not over how this bitch would smell. ive said it once and ill say it again, i have and will never meet lalo salamanca because he isn’t real, but the way he smells gives me dysphoria bc you know it’s really good and vv masculine. his grandfather used to burn palo santo because he claimed it helped with headaches. lalo never saw any merit to the claim, but he liked the smell, so when his grandfather passed away he nicked the rest of the burning wood and now his own house just kind of constantly smells like palo santo. has a tendency to use really woodsy scents when it comes to like shampoo and stuff, and he usually smells like spices or cooking oil or something. good god i love him i wanna give him a hug.

chuck: i felt bad leaving him out. chuck smells like plastic and gasoline and like,,,a library in a really weird way. im not saying its good or bad, im just saying it is. kind of probably constantly smells like somethings burning but its not. its just the wires he recklessly tore out of the wall. 

bonus!

skyler white: there needed to b more women in this post ok brba and bcs are really bad for the bechdel test and it makes me mad!!! anyways, i think skyler would smell good yo! like god dude idk like she smells comforting in the same sense that your mom was comforting as a kid, and she smelled like home yknow? 

lydia rodarte-quayle: the same paper scent kim has but stronger. also like herbal teas and cinnamon. and coffee. shes not one to like douse herself in perfume or whatever, but i dont think shes beyond indulging in an expensive fragrance yknow what i mean? lydia smells good but also you can tell she’s rich when she walks by you.

[brattylikestoeat]

Hi Bratty,

I really appreciate you talking to us and keeping it 100% w/the things you choose to share. I also appreciate you putting us up on a LOT of game. Could I pls ask the following sex questions? I was raised in a dysfunctional/abusive fam. where asking about things re: sex, bodily changes, etc. was a HUGE NO so pls forgive any "silly" questions =[

So, 4 someone like me who's still a virgin & wants to know the healthiest way to go about sex, are you meant to:

Get yourself tested first

(after I've decided/vetted a person & decided I'd like us to be sexual partners) insist on seeing his latest test and/or get tested together

always shower or clean up and pee first and insist that he does the same?

shower/clean up and pee after we're done?

but I've seen and heard instances - some of the stories you've shared here too - where you've been able to get oral or have sex in the car before work or elsewhere, and (unless you didn't mention it and you don't have to cuz again, it's always w/e u want to share w/us) there was no mention of cleaning up or peeing. So, does that mean it's optional? But, what about UTIs?

I'm confused. How are things supposed to happen (or, not "supposed" cuz every1 is different. I guess I don't know how to properly ask this but all I'm after is great sexual health for me and w/whoever I decide to have sex with).

(Part 1)

People lie a lot. People will try to pass off old test or falsify paperwork. There is a big rise in this since onlyfans. Most onlyfans girls will only work with me with recent paperwork and a lot of men lied. That’s why solo content is more prevalent than couple content.

I always say get tested together. Make a date out of it. Me and Ted did the first time. we both got tested, went and had lunch and went to a movie. By the end of the movie the test results were sitting in our emails. Check to verify the date. And know that test results aren’t always 100%. Some std/sti can be dormant or people can be asymptomatic. 

Cleaning up isn’t optional but it’s a preference if that makes sense.

- TMI Donald dont care of I just got off a 10 hour shift and went to the gym. He will eat the pussy as soon as I walk in. I personally don’t like that. I prefer to shower.

- TMI I’m okay with a certain level of sweat. Most men (to me so this is a personal Opnion) smell better with a little sweat. I don’t know the science behind it but that shit turn me on. Some will says it’s nature and pheromones. But idk. A little sweat ain’t gone scare me.

- I always pee after sex and if I can’t pee that second I’m headed to the nearest bathroom. I’ve fucked outside and in a parking garage. Both times we immediately went home to pee and shower.

When it comes to sex I feel like only two things should be consistent across the board, 1) being tested and 2) consent.

Everything else is personal preference. Some men like smelly women, some men don’t. Some women want a man who hung some women don’t.



Some people shower before and after, some shower just after.

I’ve had 8 sexual partners and none of them were the same at all.

TG and Ted fall on opposite ends of the sexual spectrum in what they like. So it’s up to me to say, yes I’ll do that or no I won’t.

TMI Donald into watersports but that’s just something I’ll never do. I damm sure won’t be receiving but I also don’t want to give.

As far as UTIs I’ve never had once. Some women are prone to get them more than others. This is why you should know what’s normal for your vagina.

[noodle-slurp]

UuuuuUUUUHU part 7

Idk what im doing anymore. Brain dieded------

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The giant returns to sleep soon after they return to the cave. How he manages to pass out so quickly is beyond them, but they suppose they wouldn't have issues sleeping if they were a massive man-eating monster either. Despite the many scars on his tan face, he manages to look almost peaceful like this. It's all too easy to forget he's a predator that will likely eat them once he wakes.

Almost.

They try to be quiet at first, napping off and on until noon to not risk waking the giant, but eventually, they become restless. Dreams shift into nightmares and they find themselves unwilling to close their eyes again. They lay there, anxious, marinating in their morbid imagination of the future - a future of heat, of darkness…of acid.

Eventually, they roll over and begin to distract themselves with digging in the endless pile of junk he had collected. A lot of it was camping equipment and moth-eaten clothes, but there was also jewelry, trinkets, flashlights, and carved animals as big as their own head. The carvings looked similar to the ones he wore on his poncho, though, somehow, this one seemed unfinished…

They become curious, suddenly. They'd never really seen the details of the giant before today - the times they'd met him prior - brief and often dark.

They tilt their head at the sleeping giant, gauging how asleep he might be. It's difficult to tell with his size, but his breath was shallow enough. They hoped.

They creep forward, eyes darting to his face with each step, and pause roughly ten feet away. They scan the totems woven into the giants poncho, all of them crudely detailed down to the last feather, scale and hair. Some of them were more bleached than the others, faded and stained in a way resembling bone. Maybe it was bone…

A clawed hand reaches up and lazily plops itself on top of them, knocking them on their back and leaving them breathless. The giant exhales deeply, his warm breath washing over them like a wave. Tired light-green eyes open to stare down at them, and all they can do is stare back, breathless.

"You're being too noisy." He murmurs.

Truthfully, he hadn't been asleep to begin with. It was far too difficult to find rest with someone else in his cave - especially when that someone else was a human. He had never been around a human like this. He had eaten every single one he had encountered in his life - and all of them had been delicious. This one was no exception…

It'd be so easy to swallow them down…

"Sorry." They practically squeak, too scared to say much else.

He inhales and exhales with a sleepless grunt. "It's ok" He decides with a teasing chuckle, ignoring the itch to taste them. "If I wanted quiet, I could just eat you."

He wanted to.

They take this more as a threat than a tease. "I doubt that'd make me quieter" they say tightly, clinging to his fingers as if they'd protect them.

"Wanna test that?" He offers, heavily considering doing it anyway. It wasn't that he was mad at them, they were just so tempting and he was so, so hungry.

They balk and pale. "Not really. No."

He hums and closes his eyes. He pulls them closer until they were pressed against his nose and cheek. Stars they smelled so good. Their fear was like a savory spice, delicate and enticing - the hands pushing against his grip an exciting temptation.

He simply lays like that a moment, slowly inhaling their scent and enjoying the sensation of their squirms. The temptation to pull them inside his mouth was strong and a thick strand of drool escaped to dribble down his chin. The strand of saliva soaks into their shirt, he doesn't even need to look to read the fear in their eyes.

Their heart hammers in their chest as they lay against his face. His skin is hot on their hands -toasty, though they knew he could get a lot warmer - especially on the inside. They remember how to breathe and take a hitched breath. "I'm -uh -uncomfortable…" they manage to voice, feeling like they might just choke.

He hums again, thinking, his breath warming them until their clothes became clingy. Humans were so small and soft, delicious and -

He pulls away, allowing them to scramble backwards from him.

"Keep it down - and don't stare at me when I'm sleeping. It's weird." He grumbles, curling back in on himself.

"I was looking at your poncho. The things on it." They clarify, not wanting him to think them strange.

"Hm? 'The things'?" He cracks his eyes open and reaches idly up to the trinkets on his clothing. "Ah. These. They're just some carvings." He breathes out, closing his eyes again.

"Did you make them?" They ask curiously, not sure where else he would have gotten them from.

"Most of em."

"How?" They ask, baffled.

He furrows his brows and cracks his eyes to look at them like they were stupid. "I carved them?"

They tilt their head. "But how? With what?"

He stares at them in baffled silence for way too long before realizing humans lacked the tools giants did. He held out his hand palm first and flexed his tanin-stained claws. "These."

They take a wary step back from his hand, eyes darting between his claws and his face. They weren't sure if they had pestered him with too many questions again, and they had no desire to test that patience. When no grumpy words follow the displayed claws, they allow themselves to relax and marvel at them. The claws were easily as long as their forearm and as sharp looking as a knife - given what they'd seen giants do with them thus far, they may as well have been blades.

"That must take a lot of practice." They marvel, trying to imagine the giant pricking the tiny details into bone and wood.

He grunts and retracts his hand. "Lotta patience, mostly."

"Patience takes practice." They offer. "You're really good at it. I like how you do feathers." They marvel openly, eyes flicking back to a carved bird on his poncho.

He squints at them. Truly, he isn't sure how he feels about that compliment - good, proud, baffled, dismissive, - but outwardly he can only express silent, furrowed browed thought. They read it as annoyance.

He does not continue and they are unsure how else to push the conversation - or if they even should. They feel they are bothering him. They fidget idly, thinking. "Sorry…for waking you again." They finally mumble.

"Mm? I told you, it's fine." He dismisses, rolling over with his back to them. "Just find somethin' to do. I got books in a corner if you like that kinda stuff."

They tilt their head. "Books? Where?"

He lets out a long, exasperated breath through his nose, eager to close his eyes again. He gestures vaguely over his shoulder. "Corner with the red tent."

They follow the half-assed directions, squinting into the dim depths of the cavern. It takes them an awkward amount of time to spot the red cloth, but there it was, half set up as if someone might still be sleeping in it, dented and ripped and - stained…but mostly intact in a dark corner. Inside was a pile of books, weathered and warped from the elements. The genres varied from survival guides to romance, but the majority tended to be fishing magazines. They find a few Jack London books and settle themselves atop a pile of sleeping bags to read.

They struggle,to sit still, to focus on the letters on the page. Their mind buzzes with anxiety of the future and urges them to run away…But, assuming they made it past the giant, where would they run away too? They could try a multitude of directions, surely one would be a safe bet, there couldn't be man-eating monsters -everywhere-.

But what about gas?

Their heart sinks as they recall trucks need fuel to run - and theirs was at half. They weren't sure how far they could get on half a tank, but the idea of being slapped in the middle of nowhere with no supplies, no visible towns or knowing that section of land for foraging, terrified them.

The only thing worse than being eaten alive, might just be withering away in the wilds, bit by miserable bit, until delirium and sickness took them. They'd had heat stroke and various other ailments associated with being outside too long, and, between the two agonies, acid definitely seemed more merciful. At least it'd be over in a matter of hours vs days/weeks….

A morbid assurance…

They lay there, book open in one hand, staring at the pages blankly. They can't stop thinking about what had happened over the past week(s) - or the various ways they were likely to die very soon. It nagged at them, grabbed their focus and pulled them under, drowning out even the faintest hope.

Their injured arm itches and they have to resist the urge to scratch it. It'd healed well despite the damage to it, but still not well enough to encourage them to mess with it. They remember the feel of the light flutter of unpleasant bubbles frothing and popping over them - of acid worming it's way into the wounds.

And they remember the days they were weak and in pain from an infected cut.

Being eaten was a mercy.

They frown at themselves, unhappy and glare at the page harder, willing the words to make sense.

He doesn't sleep.

He can't.

He lays there with his eyes closed, hyper aware of every shift of movement or turning of a page the human made. He imagines their taste on his tongue, the sensation of dragging them down his throat, and, finally, of their weight settling in his stomach. It's so insanely tempting.

His stomach clenched, begging him to fill it.

What would it matter if he ate one more lousy human? There were millions of them on this chunk of dirt….millions. In fact, if he paid attention, he was pretty certain he could smell a camp on the breeze, distant, but there. What did it matter if he ate this one?

They were different.

He wanted to eat them, to drag them down to his core and - and what? He wasn't sure. He didn't want to hurt them…which was an odd thought to have, but also there was no way this would last. He was a monster - they were a human. Mortal enemies. Sure, they had helped him and even been relatively friendly towards him, even seemed more fascinated than scared of him at first, but that had been on their terms - and now things were different.

He wasn't sure what had changed to make the human more scared of him - they certainly hadn't been anywhere near afraid the last time they met….

Though, last time, he had eaten them…He supposed that may make a difference in their opinions of him….

He inhales deeply, holds it, and huffs it out in frustration.

Why did he even want to keep them anyway? To have someone to talk to? Stupid. He'd done just fine alone for decades now. He didn't need them….

He rolls over and stares at the human in the corner. They had sprawled out on his garbage and resigned themselves to staring at the stalagtites above in frustration. They were anxious…and upset.

It'd be so easy to just reach over and-

He rolls back over and curls himself up tight, frustrated in his confusion. He was a giant, this should have been a simple thing, a natural thing.

Giants eat humans. They were human. Simple.

There's a low groan from his guts.

The human goes still as a statue - he doesn't even hear them breathing anymore. He tries to ignore it.

Part of him wants to believe he can keep them. That maybe they could be a …sorta companion…like a dog. Like a pet. His partner would have found this amusing…They would have humored him and told him how much responsibility a human is, how much care they need and how their temperment was important for matching their life style.

He closes his eyes and imagines them here. It's bittersweet, but soothing. His partner would have wanted to test for temperment…maybe he could do something similar….

Yes…

He could 'test for temperment' and if they couldn't handle his life style…maybe it would be best for both of them if he just got it over with.

There is smoke on the wind, faint but present. Someone, somewhere is camping, doing their best to survive in these new wilds.

His stomach growls impatiently and he chooses to ignore it. He can hunt later

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble) 

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst 

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe 

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood 

Word count: 4.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.” 

“Well, expect the unexpected.” 

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.” 

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.” 

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses. 

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses. 

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.” 

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace. 

“You do your research for tonight?” 

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details. 

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...” 

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed. 

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks. 

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions. 

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.” 

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?” 

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.” 

“I know. I know.” 

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches. 

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence. 

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.” 

“You think he hates us?” 

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.” 

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.” 

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.” 

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--” 

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.” 

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence. 

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.” 

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac. 

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece. 

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had  wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips. 

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion. 

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.” 

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.” 

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back. 

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic. 

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?” 

“Of course, your Highness.” 

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.” 

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.” 

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator. 

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand. 

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room. 

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later. 

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report. 

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter. 

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.” 

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after. 

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be. 

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him. 

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight. 

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you. 

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass. 

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped. 

“Anything that I should be concerned about?” 

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?” 

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear. 

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity. 

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening. 

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice. 

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line. 

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating. 

“Oh wait...what’s this?” 

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?” 

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.” 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.” 

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.” 

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.” 

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables. 

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.” 

“Should we be concerned?” 

“No. Seems harmless.” 

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man. 

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place. 

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin. 

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.” 

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said. 

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s. 

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?” 

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line. 

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly. 

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.” 

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--” 

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?” 

“Babydoll’s her codename.” 

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.” 

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably. 

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner. 

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.” 

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.” 

“So they really are strangers?” 

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.” 

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?” 

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did. 

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted. 

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words. 

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown. 

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well. 

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave. 

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed. 

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned. 

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.” 

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down. 

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--” 

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner. 

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.” 

“Be careful what you wish for.” 

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key. 

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.” 

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before. 

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.” 

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!” 

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible 

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room. 

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed. 

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might. 

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--” 

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??” 

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip. 

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other. 

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below. 

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!” 

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!” 

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red. 

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom. 

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out. 

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!” 

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame. 

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered. 

“I’ll be down in a second!!!” 

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!” 

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!” 

“FOX! Now!” 

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side. 

“Thank God,” You sighed. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms. 

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?” 

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself. 

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am.” 

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway. 

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful. 

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?” 

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.” 

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--” 

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.” 

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility. 

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!” 

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.” 

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood. 

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted. 

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so. 

Chan whimpered like a toddler. 

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.” 

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!” 

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle. 

“He’s delirious.” 

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.” 

[sakiyo]

━ # HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR COLLEGE ROOMATES PT. 1

+ pairings: atsumu miya/reader

+ tags: atsumu bring a messy dude </3, platonic-ish relationship, uni!au

+ warnings: very brief mentions of sex, weed and alcohol, partying

+ word count: a lot probably idk they’re headcanons

+ note: this is gonna be a series but atsumu’s was wayyy too long!! the rest will probably be much shorter [i was too attached to these hcs to shorten them so enjoy]. thank you @kiyoomae for helping me with these mwah ily beaut <3

© all content from this blog belongs to ushigushi 2020. do not repost, modify, or plagiarize.

ATSUMU MIYA

girl...RUN

he’s a great person sure

but he’s not the BEST roommate

not even osamu wants to room with him, but honestly he just wants cheap rent [like every other student alive]

so when he sees a ‘roommate wanted’ poster on campus, he basically believes that this a sign from god that he should go to your interview

one thing about atsumu:

HES A CATFISH!

he knows that first impressions are one of the most important things in life [mostly because of volleyball and what not]

so naturally he’s going to act the way you want him to !! toxic trait: subtle manipulation i’m telling you

and so when he shows up at your place, hes pretty much perfect. he looks put together and his fit is immaculate okay?

usually, you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes down to roommates….better safe than sorry babe

and the second atsumu mentions his gravitation towards volleyball and sports, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

a clean and well put roommate who ALSO spends most of their time away from the apartment? what more could you ask for?

and as a quick bonus: HES HOT!! [so you can definitely brag to your friends about the attractive roommate you scored]

you’re quick to say yes, and as soon as you know it he’s added to the contract with your landlord!

atsumu keeps up his facade for another two weeks or so; washing dishes, keeping clean, never being too noisy and giving you your personal space

but when he finally shows his true colours?

you’re not sure if you want to strangle him or rip out your hair strand by strand

whew....he is messy.

atsumu [osamu too] is a momma’s boy, he’s never really had to do dishes or anything like that unless he has to

he never does his dishes. you ALWAYS end up washing them because you prefer a tidy kitchen

dont get me started on the cups

he uses YOUR cups and leaves them littered around the apartment like they’re easter eggs for you to hunt. one time, you found your favourite mug under a couch???

his room is no different either

you prefer to stay away from it, but you had caught a glimpse of it through his partially open bedroom door

....it’s a lot to process.

there are plates on his desk, disposable cups and crushed soda cans on his nightstand, clean laundry in different corners of the room and you swear you see a half full bottle of vodka that had gone missing from your own alcohol cabinet

but for some reason his room still manages to smell like lavender. and you hate that fact.

he NEVER has his house keys on him

he pretty much has you on speed dial because the amount of times this man has forgotten his keys inside the house is WILD

him: hey roomie...it’s me again...

you: atsumu it’s 11 pm and i’m out with friends, i’m not driving back just to open the door for you

him: then what am i going to do??

you: sit there and starve.

so he sits against your apartment door, playing games on his phone and texting his friends

he’s also getting clowned in the gc by suna and osamu PLS ATSUMU GO HOME [oh wait-]

when one of your neighbours pass by or see him sitting there he just gives that rlly awkward white person smile that’s like 😐

HIS PHONE DIES TOO FROM USING IT SO MUCH TOO RKDKGKJ

so basically he’s sitting there, hungry and bored.

when you come back, he’s almost asleep, a little bit of drool hanging on at the side of his mouth

“wake up, i brought you food.”

atsumu might be an annoying roomie, but you’re not heartless.

he 100% gets hair dye all over the bathroom, and he NEVER washes it out

so you’re not too happy when you have to replace your rug because there was a massive bleach stain on it

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, GENEROUSLY TOO

like atsumu...sir 🤣🤚 that shits like 20 dollars! stop using globs of it at once

istg you could buy a new bottle of shampoo/body wash and it’s already halfway through after a week or so

he promises that he’ll stop, but it just gets worse

NEVER let this man go grocery shopping for you by himself, you’ll get everything BUT what you asked for

okay, he does get you what you asked for, but not really

you ask for wheat bread and he gets white bread. you ask for vanilla ice cream and he gets you chocolate

why??

“i think it’s better than what you originally put down.”

you want a new roommate.

but as time passes by, you deduce that he has some redeeming qualities: like how fun he is when drunk, or how he can keep you entertained for hours about his surprisingly interesting days

you’ve met his friends too! they all love you

but they’re also quite sorry for you for having to put up with atsumu

sometimes, you’ll even join them with them when they’re all hanging in your living room

you never miss the small blush that creeps onto tsumus face whenever his old teammates tell you about the stories he deliberately left out to make himself look cooler [pls give this man love he needs it]

suna: wait i have a video of him getting pummeled in the face with a volleyball-

atsumu: ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO GO!!

atsumu: y/n has a test tomorrow!!

you: tomorrow’s saturday-

if you two have roommate rules, he definitely breaks some of them

no parties without you knowing??? like hell he’s following that

atsumu likes to party! he doesn’t mind hosting one or two every now and then

so he picks a day that he knows you’ll be out for the night, most likely studying because you won’t be back home until around 1 am

so the apartment is a mess and it’s partially trashed, there’s a lingering scent of weed and alcohol, someone probably vomited in your sink, and it’s loud.

so loud that you can hear it from the elevator.

you had decided to come home early and surprise atsumu with his favourite takeout, but you’re already met with tipsy and wasted bodies littered along the corridors, and it doesn’t take very long for you to put two and two together and realize it’s atsumu’s doing

long story short, you and atsumu have to go around the apartment to deliver personal apologies to your neighbours [this definitely isn’t your first or last warning]

in terms of hookups?

atsumu doesn’t care too much for sexual relationships, since his priority lies in volleyball and actually graduating, but he’ll have someone over every now and then

usually, it’s meant to be a time when you’re not around, because the walls are thin as fuck

but atsumu doesn’t really care in the heat of the moment

so yeah, you definitely want to neuter him when you hear incoherent moans and a headboard creaking

the morning after, you immediately chase his one night stand out of the apartment and go off on him for a second

after a few months, atsumu doesn’t get on your nerves as much

you could go as far as to call him a friend

during exam and midterm weeks, you both study together and even order takeout— which leads to the two of you passing out in your living room due to pure exhaustion

YOU HELP HIM DYE HIS HAIR

atsumu sometimes doesn’t get all of his spots because he can only do so much by himself

so after you hear his frustrated groans, you’re willing to help him dye his hair.

and from there it basically becomes a routine

you were also the one who introduced  him to TONER!!

he swears that you changed his life

he also walks around in nothing but his boxers because it’s comfortable but gets flustered and ‘mad’ when you wear nothing but an old t-shirt

forces you to come to him games to cheer loudly for him

this man- he asks you to cheer for him when he does his serve routine and when you do his head gets so big

but he denies it when his teammates tease him about you

half of his clothes have made its way into your closet! but honestly, he does not mind

his cute roommate is wearing his sweats and a hoodie with his name at the back of it, why would he be mad?

you’ve hooked up with him at least twice.

[bitch-butter]

(Modern!AU Webgott idea. Longish? Will eventually be called true bluish light. Tell me if this is interesting lol

Rated C for mentions of Joe's poor COVID protocol)

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The blackout curtains that hung over the single window in the somewhat narrow bedroom were intensely effective, shrouding the occupants of the bed in a heavy darkness that even the daylight outside could not permeate. The still potent smell of sex lingered over the room, sweat and saliva and everything else casting a gross and homey aroma over the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing along the floor. Just around the edges of the curtain was a thin, white glow, but beyond that absent suggestion of light the room remained dark and still, as though nobody was there at all.

Pulling in a deep breath, Joe admitted he really shouldn’t have been there.

Shouldn’t have stayed the night, at least, if anything for the sake of his own reputation. He’s not typically one to go full spoons with a stranger (or, practically a stranger) no matter how good the sex had been, and he’s definitely never been one to spend the night somewhere that is not his bed. He’s spent years crafting his bed, has read actual magazine articles about how to create the best, most comfortable space, and after many years of hard work he is lucky enough to have created what many have called the Coziest Place in America. Suffice it to say, he does not like to spend a night in someone else's bed and he doesn’t think he needs to apologize for it.

This bed isn’t the worst, though.

And the guy that came with it wasn’t the worst either, he had to say. Joe had been ready to delete the app that led him to this guy and his bed, but it’s funny what a ‘ping’ on a lonely Friday night after nearly a year of no sex could do. Turns out that celibacy has made him into a fucking cuddler.

He’s not all that sorry about it. Keeping his distance from contact with other humans has handily prevented him from catching COVID thus far, and not everybody in his circle can say the same thing, as Tab had caught it first out of all of them via an ill-timed jaunt to Miami and Lip had had it twice now by virtue of his shoddy lungs and over-eagerness to lend a hand to people in his building. But a year is long, and half a bottle of cold Kim Crawford accomplished a lot at diminishing his capacity to give a shit about anything other than getting some attention on his dick. As long as the guy had sworn he tested negative, which he had, and Joe himself had tested negative, which he was, he saw no reason not to waltz into a total strangers apartment to merrily screw for as long as they both could stand to.

And it turns out this guy can stand a lot.

Joe has to admit at least half the reason he spent the night was that he actually was exhausted by the sheer voracity of their fucking. They oughta hand out medals for this shit, or something.

He finds himself smiling as he lets his mind wander over their earnestly passionate exploits of just a few hours past, and proceeds to let his eyes linger on the form of his companion. Though the room outside the warm enclosure of the blankets is a little cool the guy has one bare leg stretched out along the sheets, pressed up tightly against Joe’s own blanketed legs, with the remaining covers bundled against his chest. Resting mostly sideways on his belly, his face is turned towards Joe in sleep, mashed into the pillows and yet somehow managing to look as effortlessly gorgeous as he had looked in his photos on the app. His body moves with deep breaths, the steady inhale and exhale in combination with the sheltering warmth of the blanket nearly lulling Joe back to sleep.

Nearly.

He needed to get up, at the very least to find his phone and check the time. As carefully as he could he extracted his body from the tangle of covers, stepping lightly onto the carpet with his eyes on the other guy's face all the while, mindful not to disturb him. The night before he hadn’t even bothered to check his messages before passing out, and as such headed straight for the amorphous blob of his pants that rested just a foot away from the bed, crouching and reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.

He hadn’t told Babe where he was going, as he’d only gathered the stones to go circa 11p.m. and he figured Babe was either asleep or performing his Getting Ready to Fuck routine and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. He almost feels sorry for Babe, who had loved the idea of dating a future doctor until this year when the sexiness of it was side-swiped by the actual danger the position entailed. As such, the Getting Ready to Fuck routine had an extra layer of manic energy to it, and Joe knew better than to try and pull Babe’s attention away from the hours preceding Gene’s rare, rare, rare visits to the apartment.

Even so, the amount of message icons he was presented with was unexpected to say the least.

He raised his eyebrows, nearly humming in interest as he noted the time. Jesus Christ, these blackout curtains are really worth their salt if it was nearly noon.

Tapping into his messages, he found a trickle of anxiety rolling down his spine.

FRI AT 11:42PM

Babe

Hey where r u?

I gotta talk to you

SAT AT 12:00AM

Babe

Are you coming back?? Srs need to talk

Feb 5 12:00AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:02AM

Gene Roe

Hi Joe, it’s Gene. idk if i gave you my number?

Trying to get a hold of you, call/text when you get a chance

Thanks

SAT AT 12:20AM

C h u c k

Babe is trying to find you

Feb 5 12:30AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:50AM

Speirs Ron

Why am i getting texts at 12:45 at night asking me to find you?

Well, something is fucking happening. And he’s at least 100% sure he wants no fucking part of it because any drama that starts after 11p.m. is the drama of the goddamn devil.

Fighting not to heave an enormous sigh, Joe reluctantly acknowledges that he should pull his clothes on and get out of here if there really is an emergency in the vicinity of his roommate. Looking back over his naked shoulder Joe tries to catch a glance at the guy in the bed, at the length of his bare leg in the semi-darkness, and the angle of his shoulder protruding from the blankets where he curled. He’d happily get back in that bed and go another round or five.

As though alerted to Joe’s presence by the cosmos, his phone begins buzzing in his hand. Huffing in annoyance, he attempts to reject the call at least until he can get out of the room, but throws himself off kilter and bangs his elbow into the bedside table, jostling a glass of water and a pile of paperbacks.

“Shit,” he curses, grasping at his elbow and shooting a glance back to the guy, whose eyes are already open and alerted to the noise.

Damn it.

The guy blinks slowly, bleary, for a moment before pulling his face from his pillows and angling up onto his side. “Hi,” he greets softly, running a hand through his mussed hair.

“Hi,” Joe nods back, grimacing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

The guy shakes his head, looking for all intents and purposes like he means it. “Not at all,” he sniffs, meeting Joe’s eyes in the darkness with a still-sleepy smile. “What time is it?”

“Oh man, it’s like noon.”

Furrowing his brow, the guy nods back before shooting Joe a wry smile. “We tired ourselves out, huh?”

Joe laughs, seeing his phone light up in his hand with a new message. “Speak for yourself.”

At the interested quirk of the other man’s brow Joe hastily gives a shake of his head and stands. “I’ll get out of your hair quick, no worries, just be a minute.”

The guy frowns, sitting up in the bed to let the blankets pool around his hips, hands coming to rest between his legs. “Oh, well, don’t feel like you have to.”

Joe pauses, pants in hand. “Oh, it’s not -”

“I mean, if you want to go then for sure, but like…” the guy waves a hand, pursing his lips before smiling and coughing out a laugh. “Are you hungry? I have eggs, I can make you something before you go.”

He hesitates, eyes pivoting from the guy, to his phone still in his hand, and back to the guy and his open, expectant face. After a moment, he clears his throat. “You know, I could eat.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I could, could you?”

The guy smiles, and even in this mostly dark room Joe can see he has dimples and has to hold himself back from practically swooning, cursing his half-drunk self of the night prior for not remembering exactly how attractive this guy was. “I could use some coffee, is what I can use,” he says, stretching his arms over his head, and Joe is treated to the sight of his bare, bitten up chest. Usually he doesn’t take much notice of his partner's body hair, but as he lets his eyes trace over the guy's chest and legs as he moves to stand he finds himself clearing his throat and getting a little warm along his neck.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he responded distractedly, pulling his eyes away from the luscious sight of the guy's ass as he bends to retrieve his underwear and instead moving to put his own on. After a second thought he pulls on his shirt as well; might do him some good if he finds himself flushing up at just a glimpse of this guy's ass.

As he slips his shirt over his head, the guy turns to him with a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Can I admit something?” he asks, lips scrunched.

Joe pauses, still grasping the hem of his shirt. “What?”

“I…” he starts, before chuckling somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t totally remember your name...”

A fair bit of relief surges through him at that, and Joe finds himself huffing out a laugh of his own, and adds another one at the half-embarrassed and half-expectant smile the guy gives him. “Can I admit something back?”

“What?”

“I don’t remember yours either.”

The guy's eyes widen minutely, before he tips his head back and laughs, nodding gently as he rubs a hand over his face. “Is it bad manners to say that’s a relief?”

“I think it’s alright as long as neither of us care,” Joe said, pushing his hair back, before stepping up to the guy and extending a hand. “I’m Joe.”

The guy grasped his hand in a sure grip. “David,” he replied with a little shake of their hands, before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to Joe’s cheek. “Nice to meet you.”

Joe turned his face into David’s, catching his lips in a tender, if chaste, kiss. “Nice to meet you.”

[miyalove]

Um... Hi. 👉👈 I saw that your requests were open. Could you write a mutual pining, friends to lovers scenario with Kunimi x fem!reader during high school? Where he casually confesses to her like it's no big deal and this catches the reader off guard? Thanks! (You can also change this as you see fit. I mostly just want a cute Kunimi x fem!reader scenario. lol)

—pairing: kunimi x fem!reader

—warnings: none just fluff!!, unedited*

—synopsis: 1.3k | public settings really isn’t his thing, but for you anything goes, he supposes.

—a/n: thank you for requesting, hun ✨ idk if i was rlly on the dot with his character but i tried my best!! i hope you enjoy :) + request are still open

despite being a close friends to kunimi, he will always be a puzzle to figure out.

he doesn’t like loud characters, yet you’ve witnessed many instances where he’d get a little too cheery with the 3rd years.

often times he opts to cheating off of your homework, but he gets flying colors when it comes to test. 

he’s lazy and skips practices as much as he can, but when he does decide to come, you can see all the effort he puts into the sport. it’s a complete 180 from the lazy, careless kunimi you’re used to.

and by far, the most baffling off all, kunimi isn’t one for attention. he hates large crowds and how close strangers stand next to him. there’s no room to move, and no clean air to breath.

if he had the choice of staying in his room for the rest of his life or making awkward eye contact with strangers from across the floor, the former sounds like a dream come true. 

to say the least, your beloved best friend is an introvert that enjoys the bliss of sweet silence more than anything.

and yet the most confusing thing is, here he was in the one place he loathes the most and for what? he sighs, stealing a slight glance to his side. there you are babbling about something, what exactly? he doesn’t know. 

but he does know that the shirt your wearing makes your eyes pop and how your smile looks extra bright today. will he ever admit that he’s here purely because he likes spending time with you no matter what you end up doing? no, of course not but he’s here for you and that’s all that matters.

“woah, akira! let’s try this one next!” you’re practically bouncing off the wall as you point at a game far in the distance, one that the taller boy cannot see. he tries to follow your finger but alas, the crowd is too thick. 

the sudden sound of space invaders blasting right next to him makes him flinch. how annoying, he thinks. there’s a scowl resting on his face, an expression he only makes when he’s deeply bothered by something as he eyes the kid that just slammed down the start button.

there’s just too many people here. he could be in his bed right now, sleeping at least and yet he’s here at an arcade that smells like moldy pizza and sweat. it’s then he reminds himself of your presence. too busy sinking into his own bitter thoughts, he had completely forgotten that he was here on a “date”.

ha a “date”, he finds himself rolling his eyes against his will, i wish.

he shakes his head, trying to fight off the hot feeling in his cheeks. his round eyes scan the crowd looking for one person in particular. it shouldn’t be this hard to find the girl he’s been crushing on since middle school but for some reason, you’re nowhere to be seen.

this is his cue to stare moving. he doesn’t make an effort to call your name out, simply just maneuvering between nooks of the crowd and looking around. by now, his face is back to normal. no longer is there a scowl etched into his lips.

instead, he wears is usual monotone expression but you know better. behind that stale look lies an emotion that is only reserved for you; concern. you can proudly say that you broke his hard shell after many, many years of kissing up to him in middle school. 

at first, he was annoyed but your persistence worked out and now the two of you are practically glued by the hip. a friendship in which kunimi doesn’t feel pressured to entertain you and you don’t feel like you’re wasting his energy. it was a win-win.

“where is this damn girl,” he mumbles to himself. worried eyes now looking a little more frantic than usual. he fingers at the loose threads on his sweatshirt, a nervous habit you pointed out to him. he can’t help it really, how he feels. 

you’re his anchor especially when it comes to public settings like this. he can feel himself caving in with every second that passes, he just wishes you’ll be in the next corner he sees.

and like an angel coming to save him in the mist of chaos, “akira!” he swiftly turns to follow your velvety call. you’re not too far behind him, once he sees your smiling figure, the tension in his shoulders ease.

you were lost without any doubt. your heart sputtered in your chest at the thought of kunimi looking for you. you know he can hold his own, but you felt bad for suddenly ditching him. 

this was your idea to begin with, going to an arcade together. so the deep gutting feeling in your chest makes sense. anxiously, you call out to him.

“akira, where are you?” a few heads turn your way as you shout but honestly, you don’t care. you’d gladly make a fool of yourself if it meant finding him.

rounding a corner, you give it one more go, “akira!” a familiar dark brown mop of hair turns, and the feeling in your chest weighs heavier. your eyes are meet with kunimi’s dark ones from across the room. you notice his tense stance even with the distance between the two of you, it makes you feel worse. 

as he makes his way towards you, his lean figure glides through the crowd but his eyes never waiver from yours. the intensity is felt from across the room and you don’t know why but you can’t break your stare even if your try. 

“don’t run off like that,” there’s a harshness to his words and you can’t help but pout. he furrows his brow when he doesn’t get a response, “hello? earth to (y/n)?”

“sorry, akira. i didn’t mean to run off like that,” you play with your fingers not daring to look up. you’re blushing, he could probably see the pink stain on your cheeks from miles away. he notices your sudden avoidance and can’t help the feeling he gets in his chest.

cute, he thinks. 

“just don’t do it next time,” he lectures. and he can’t believe how bold he’s being right now. 

“next time? why are you making this sound like a date?” and just like that, you’re back to usual. he would be lying if he said he didn’t like how energetic and teasing you were. on anyone else, he’d hate it, but with you... it just works. maybe it’s because you know when you’re overdoing it... or maybe it’s simply because it’s just you.

he’s not thinking when the next words came out of his mouth, “cause maybe it is.” 

despite the echoing noise of pac man in the corner and the overwhelming boom of the crowd, all he hears is your silence. he’s staring directly at you, not bothering to look away because if he was going to get rejected, at least he can say that he had enough courage to at least confess.

you don’t know what to say. a million thoughts all come flying through your head, what does he mean date? like a date-date? or like a friend date? what if he’s just messing around with you? what if—

“i can practically hear the gears turning in your head, (y/n),” you look up at him, there’s a shake in his voice that you takes you by surprise. “if you don’t like me, just let it out. don’t leave me in the dark like that.” 

he speaks so nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just confess his feelings for you. as if rejection didn’t mean messing up years and years of friendship. he waves off your silence allowing the rhythmic music from a near by game to take over the tension.

you tune out the noise. mostly just staring at his round face, then his arms that despite being covered you just know look good, and then his slender hands. your eyes widen, he’s picking at the threads of his hoodie... a timid smile grows on your face, he’s nervous. 

and just like that you know what you have to say.

“i like you too.”

silence. now you know how he felt just seconds prior. for a split second, his eyes grow wide but as fast as the shock comes, it gone nearly just as quick. he still isn’t saying anything though.

“and i wouldn’t mind a ‘next time’ either,” feeling bold, you grab at his slender fingers. feeling the callousness from volleyball practice, you smile up at him. he can’t help but tighten his grip on your smaller hand.

the weight of his feelings finally getting released is euphoric and though it is rare, he smiles at your smaller figure. nothing too big, but you don’t mind. you know akira better than anyone else. behind that small smile, lies another emotion only reserved for you; adoration.

[hqbbg]

dense.

pairing: iwaizumi x reader

summary: you’re dense and iwaizumi is stubborn.

genre: fluff

word count: 2.0K

warnings: language

author’s note: idk why but i've been simping for this mans all week (actually nvm i do know why,, like who wouldn’t) but also it’s late at night and idk what this is but pls accept and enjoy it 👉🏼👈🏼👉🏼👈🏼

Your mother had always told you it was rude to stare and throughout your childhood, you did your best to avoid getting scolded at for staring at random people. However, while sitting at a café in an attempt to study, you can’t help but shift your focus from the notes in front of you to the boy sitting a few tables away, chewing on the eraser of his pencil as he leans over his notebook, looking deep in thought. You have your cheek pressed against your left palm, your elbow propped up on the table and your pencil not even in your hand anymore as you shamelessly stare at the stranger.

He’s sitting in your direct line of sight ahead of you and you’re sure that you’re also in his, but he has yet to notice or acknowledge you. He looks smart—or at least is trying to be—as he releases the end of his pencil from his teeth to scribble something down onto his notebook.

His eyes flicker up in your direction and you quickly avert your eyes back down to your notebook but keep your head in the same angle in order to avoid looking suspicious. You pretend to be deep in thought for a moment before your eyes make their way back to look at the handsome stranger in front of you, his own attention devoted to whatever it is he’s studying.

You’re not even sure how much time has passed before you feel someone flick the back of your head, causing you to wince and angrily turn to see the person responsible for the subtle throbbing you feel now.

“Ow, that hurt, Iwaizumi,” you frown as you rub the back of your head.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes as he sits down across from you, effectively blocking the view. He places your coffee down in front of you and takes a sip of his own, raising a brow as he looks at your notes.

“You’ve barely made any progress.”

“I was taking a study break,” you reply as you drop your hand from your head.

“Study break my ass,” he scoffs. “You’ve been staring at that guy since I left to go stand in line for your coffee—you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you mutter as you lift the cup to your face and inhale the fragrant smell of coffee, taking a sip shortly after. “Also, can you blame me? He’s really cute.”

Iwaizumi looks at you and you swear that you see his eye twitch slightly.

“Your exam score is not going to be cute if you don’t focus now, you know,” he says as he sets his cup down, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“I know,” you sigh as you pick your pencil back up. “I can’t focus, though.”

“We’ve been here for half an hour. Have you even tried?” Iwaizumi raises an unimpressed brow.

“Of course I have,” you huff indignantly. “It only took me ten minutes to get all my stuff out and then five more minutes to use the bathroom. I tried to study for at least five more minutes before I got distracted.”

“Well, now that I’m here, you shouldn’t have any distractions,” says Iwaizumi as his lips quirk up into the slightest smirk. You sigh dramatically but know that there’s nothing you can do.

His method of forcing you to at least try to study is affective for some time, but the content of your notes is utterly dry and quite frankly, you’re bored.

“You didn’t have to come today,” you say casually. You’ve been searching for an excuse to not study for the past few minutes, and this seems to be the only thing you can come up with.

Iwaizumi looks up from his phone for a moment before looking back down, his thumb scrolling through whatever app he’s on.

“Who else is supposed to keep you focused? Plus, it’s not like I had anything better to do today.”

You blink a couple times at him but say nothing.

Iwaizumi has slowly and steadily been spending more time with you lately, keeping you company practically anywhere and everywhere you went. You didn’t mind necessarily, since you two get along aside from the occasional bullying you both inflict upon each other which is all in good fun. Plus, he’s pretty easy on the eyes, so you have no complaints there.

You’d known him for quite some time now but can’t remember when exactly you two had become friends. You remember seeing him when you were both in high school, with you as a faithful supporter of your school’s boys’ volleyball team while he was part of the opposing school’s team, practically glued to his much more popular friend—what was his name? It started with an O…—and was always overshadowed by him. You didn’t see him much again until you came to college and recognized him in one of your classes. Over time, you seemed to naturally gravitate towards each other and have gotten to where you are now a whole year later.

“I really can’t focus,” you huff as you set your pencil down, leaning back into your seat with a slouch. If your mother saw you right now, she would probably scold you for your posture.

“We’ve been here for barely an entire hour,” says Iwaizumi, looking up from his phone again.

“It’s just one of those days, you know? Maybe I can try studying later tonight or something, but bottom line is that I can’t be productive right now.”

“Fine. What do you want to do instead?” Iwaizumi puts his phone down and looks plainly at you.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far,” you say to yourself, but loud enough for him to hear. “Well, I guess for starters, can you scoot over to the side a little?”

“No,” Iwaizumi says without missing a beat.

“Aw, come on,” you whine. You know it’s childish and are very aware that it bothers Iwaizumi when you’re like this, so you do it a little more to egg him on. “If the situation was switched and a pretty girl was behind me, I’d gladly move to the side for you!”

“If you want to look at some guy so bad, just look at me.”

You want to protest but a different idea comes to mind.

“Fine,” you say and lean forward to prop both elbows onto the table in front of you, cupping your own face as you stare at him.

Iwaizumi looks at you questioningly, his eyebrows furrowed but you notice the slightest tint in his face to betray the unimpressed expression on his face.

“You look like a dumbass,” he says, not looking you in the eye as you blink innocently at him.

“You know, after all this time, I think I just realized your eyes are kinda green,” you say, ignoring his statement.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Iwaizumi also doesn’t seem to have a problem ignoring your statements.

“Keep what up?” You can’t help but smile smugly at him.

Iwaizumi inhales deeply before he also leans forward to mirror your position, his face dangerously close to yours. You never realized how small the table between the two of you was and now it’s your turn to blush.

“I can sit here all day like this if you want,” he teases, a confident smirk plastered on his face. He still can’t meet your eyes for too long before he has to look away, but you don’t mind because suddenly, you are also having trouble maintaining eye contact with him.

“Maybe not all day,” you say, doing your best to not look fazed by any of this. You’re also feeling very aware of how the two of you must look to other onlookers and can’t help but feel the embarrassment heat your face up even more.

“You can always give up first,” he taunts, maintaining his smirk.

You internally curse his stubborn resolve and the fact that you are able to match it, refusing to give up first.

“The more I look at them, the prettier your eyes seem to be,” you decide to use a different approach in getting him to give up first.

“That’s not going to work on me,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“Wow, do people just tell you that all the time then? Must be nice.”

“I’m surprised it took you this long to notice,” he retorts.

“Clearly, I’m not the most observant person in the world,” you push your lower lip out just the slightest bit to form a small pout. The flicker of his eyes to your lips does not escape you.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says. “Something can be painfully obvious and in front of you and you still wouldn’t notice because you’re just that dense.”

“Pfft, notice something like what?” You frown, furrowing your eyebrows. Sure, sometimes you were a little clueless, but you didn’t go as far as to consider yourself dense.

“Like a test or quiz answer—”

“Lame. Everyone misses things like that from time to time,” you scoff.

“—or if someone likes you.”

“Well, someone has to like me in order for me to notice that kind of stuff,” you retort back.

“You’re literally not seeing it right now and it’s right in front of you,” Iwaizumi frowns, unable to look you in the eye.

You feel like you’re catching onto what he’s saying now but decide once more to give him a hard time just to confirm your thoughts.

“Wait, do you think the guy behind you is into me then?”

You see the irritation on Iwaizumi’s face and do your best to not laugh.

“Forget I even said anything,” he scowls as his eyes fix onto something behind you.

“If I’m dense, then maybe you can just enlighten me,” you say, your eyes searching his face for any signs that he might be upset with you, just in case. He just seems a little dejected.

“There’s no point,” Iwaizumi sighs. “Maybe the guy behind me can tell you for me.”

“Wait, I was just teasing you,” you pout your lips slightly again leaning to the side to get into his view. You hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings or anything. “Just tell me.”

“I’m not good at this stuff,” he grumbles as he looks away from you again.

“You can tell me anything, Iwaizumi,” you say, removing one hand from your face to reach over and poke his arm. Sometimes you forget how toned and solid his arms are.

“You’re just giving me a hard time now, aren’t you?” Iwaizumi looks at you skeptically and you can’t resist the small grin on your face. “You’re a crappy person, you know that?”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” you whine, your grin leaving your lips as quickly as it came. “You still haven’t told me.”

“Should I spell it out for you?”

“If that’s the method you choose, I won’t stop you,” you shrug as you bring your hand back to cup your face. Iwaizumi gives you a look, unamused.

“I like you.”

Your hunch is confirmed but hearing it out loud from him makes you feel different.

“Can you say that again?”

“No,” Iwaizumi frowns as he relents, dropping his arms and leaning back, looking away from you. You can see his cheeks and ears are reddening by the second and can’t resist the smile on your face.

“I guess I am pretty dense when it comes to that stuff,” you say as you also drop your arms and sit up straight. “On a serious note, can I have some time to process that?”

“Sure,” Iwaizumi nods as he grabs his coffee cup, getting ready to stand. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Where are you going?” You look at him with curious eyes.

“Do you not want me to leave you alone?”

“No,” you shake your head. “If anything, can you just tell me again? I want to make sure I heard you right the first time.”

“You really are a crappy person,” Iwaizumi says, but you can see the small smile on his lips. “You would’ve gotten along well with my friend Oikawa.”

“Ah! That’s his name!”

[tg-headcanons]

Idk if you had answered this already but do the quinx experience heat too?

I hadn’t even considered that yet but YEAH! Under the cut but not explicit, just mentions of stuff (Taking place in the au of course)

They’d have it to a lesser extent. Because of the frames their bodies aren’t completely ghoul, but many of their systems start working on ghoul cycles. Ghoul rc processing, ghoul immune systems, and of course, ghoul heats

The first warning sign was when Mutsuki’s period just. Stopped. He knew there was no way he could be expecting (man’s going through a dry spell give him a break) but the doctors didn’t know why it happened either. He was just told to keep an eye on it and he thought “oh pog I got spayed for free” and didn’t think about it much. There were plenty of other weird side effects, this just must be one of them

One day Urie doesn’t come out of his room for work. He never misses work. He also never misses his morning workouts. Obviously this is worrying so Hide goes to check on him, and finds him half unconscious on the floor and overheated. The other quinx rush in and freak out when they see him. Is he sick? Is he dying? Why is his kagune out? Why is he horny? They rush him to see their doctor to figure out what it is, and Hide keeps his mouth shut

The thing is, the CCG doesn’t know that heats happen. They don’t ever try to just talk to ghouls about their biology, and the ones in custody are on so many rc suppressants that heats kill half of them and those who don’t die are quarantined for their “sickness.” The doctor took tests and samples, but couldn’t do much more than tell them that it’s probably just how ghouls react to the common cold or allergens and to monitor his symptoms. After having a day of his moaning, squirming, and attempts at rubbing himself against the hospital bed embarrassingly documented, he was sent to the back to the chateau with some medication to try

Hide volunteered to watch over him while he was “sick,” and was very good at tending to him. Unbeknownst to anyone, Hide knows about heats and has helped a ghoul through some before. Cold baths, bringing him food and painkillers, everything but the sort of stuff he does with Kaneki. Urie was fine in three days and refuses to talk about it

Since the quinx aren’t completely half-ghouls, theirs are relatively easy. Emphasis on relatively, since they’re still awful. The next is Mutsuki, he actually goes to Urie first when he starts feeling hot, weak, and uh, excited. As much as Urie tries to distance himself from the quinx, he’s still worried for him hearing symptoms so close to his and rushes him to Hide.

Hide is worried at first about Mutsuki more than the others. He understands that he wasn’t born male and he’s heard horror stories of how violent Afab ghouls are in heat, but luckily Tooru’s been on T long enough that he has a male heat as well, and is just as much of a puddle of ghoul as Urie was. Hide wants to help him as much as possible, but Mutsuki asks to be left alone for it so all he does is bring food and ice packs and periodically check on him just to make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep in the bath or something

Shirazu’s comes to attention a day later, and Hide finds out when he finds him passed out on the lawn. He drags him inside, can smell that he’s Going Through It, and asks him when this started. Apparently, it started two days ago and he just didn’t want to say anything because he needed to keep working. Obviously, trying to go through it not knowing what it is or how to deal with it wasn’t a good plan, and some problems came up. Namely heatstroke. He got violently ill and entirely delirious, so much so that it was like he was a full ghoul in its intensity. Hide took care of him through it as well, deciding to table the “if you hide an illness and get hurt again I will kill you myself” talk until he was over it. It looks like he won’t be needing to shame him into never doing that again, because the second Ginshi regained lucidity enough to remember begging to be touched and trying to hump his superior’s leg, he apologized practically all day. Hide wishes he can tell him that it’s normal to be stupid in heat and though embarrassing, Totally expected. All he can say is “it’s fine, just tell me when you’re not feeling great if it happens again”

Hide’s came last, and it turns out he didn’t really think about it. He was so caught up in caring for everyone else that it slipped his mind to care for himself. He called Kaneki to tell him, and they decided to just take care of it the way most trusting ghoul couples do. Hide called in sick with “that ghoul cold” and said he was going to a hotel to not spread it to the other quinx. He didn’t tell them that he knew damn well that this was a heat, he knows how they work, and he’s got a hot ghoul boyfriend meeting him there to cure him with his dick. It’s actually a pretty cool three days, and a fun opportunity to use his kagune in ways that would send his superiors at the CCG clutching their pearls

[kpop---writings]

Workout (M)

Requested by anonymous!

idk how this got so damn long wow

You carefully watch your form in the huge mirror as you do your squats. On the outside you may look like you love coming here to this god forsaken gym, but in reality every time you come in you want to turn right around. However, you’ve made a deal with yourself that you’d keep coming here consistently until you’ve reached your dream body goals. Also, the hot guy that you see every single time you come. You swear he’s here every day. How can someone be here every day? Your 4 days out of the week were more than enough for you.

As you go down on your last squat, his reflection walking behind yours catches you off guard and you freeze in your squatted position. You watch his head turn in your direction and his eye go down. Landing right on your ass. You ignore the burning in your legs and watch him in shock until he rounds the corner to a different room in the gym.

You finally stand up and your legs feel so weak. You can’t believe hot gym guy just stared at your ass while you were squatting. You can’t think of a more perfect position that he could’ve seen you in than that.

That was just the beginning, the next several days you keep catching him in the mirror watching you. He must’ve forgotten you can see him in the mirror because he eyes your whole body so shamelessly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, though.

---

You’re back at the gym again, this time he’s there before you. He’s on the treadmill, in that tank top that shows off his toned arms so nice. You notice a treadmill next to him that’s not being used, almost calling out to you. You walk over and take a sip from your water before starting.

As the treadmill starts moving below you, you look up into the mirror. You try to sneak a quick glance at him, but he’s already looking at you and instead of looking away you held the eye contact. You feel like you’re breathing harder, not because you’ve started running, but because he’s so beautiful. You’ve never looked him in the eyes before. They look so warm and inviting, like you could tell him every single thought running through your mind.

Your eyes travel all over his face, taking in every feature. How can someone’s face be so perfect? Suddenly his face is gone and your face is hurting really bad. You hear a voice calling out something. 

Did you just fall off of the fucking treadmill? 

You open your eyes and you’re looking up into his worried face. He’s got your head cradled in his arms and you realize he’s speaking. To you.

“Hey! Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

You finally find a way to push out words, “Yes. Yes I’m okay. My face just hurts really bad.” You go to rub your nose, specifically, and your fingers are wet when you pull them away.

Great. Not only did you fall off of the treadmill in front of this gorgeous man, you’re also bleeding.

He must’ve noticed the panic in your face.

“Hey, hey, hey don’t worry. Here, come with me,” he helps you stand up and walks you over to where his gym bag is. “I’ve got a towel in my bag you can use.”

He hands you his towel and you quickly put it to your nose and tilt your head down. Even though you’re bleeding, you can smell what you can only assume to be his scent. Very masculine, you loved it.

“Why don’t we cut this workout short and go get some food? Make you feel better and forget about what just happened”

Your whole mood changes, you almost forget that your face is sore.

He notices and he gives you a wide, childlike grin. 

“Wow.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he’s so amazed by.

“Your smile,” He says. “It’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile before.”

Of course he hasn’t. You hated the gym, what would you be smiling about?

---

You arrive at some healthy restaurant and order an açaí bowl while he gets a protein shake. Then it dawns on you. You don’t even know handsome gym guy’s name.

“Hey,” you call to get his attention and he looks over to you with those warm brown eyes. “What’s your name?”

He smiles,”Minseok.”

Minseok. 

“And you are?”

The girl who busted her face on a treadmill.

He laughs. Did you say that out loud?

“Don’t think about that. We were the only ones in there. I don’t plan on telling anyone do you?”

You shake your head no.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N. Thank you, by the way. For the towel and helping get my mind off of it.”

He smiles that same childlike smile and you want to melt. “Yeah, of course.”

Your food arrives to the table and you both thank the waitress.

He speaks, suddenly. “I’ve been watching you, you know.” 

You smirk, “Oh, I know. You weren’t very sneaky about it.”

“I guess not,” He takes a sip of his shake. “You’re not very sneaky either.”

You gasp. You thought for sure you were being sneaky.

He changes the subject. “Are you feeling any better?”

You nod your head and remember you’re still holding his gym towel.

“I can take this home and try to get the blood out for you, if you’d like.”

“Sure.”

You watch him. He’s thinking, seemingly, about what he wants to say next.

“Could I go with you? I’m not really sure how to get blood out of things. Could be useful.” He finally says.

That was smooth.

“Y-yeah.” You were nervous now. Hot gym guy- Minseok- at your place, just the two of you.

---

Minseok is standing behind you as you’re washing the blood out of his towel. It’s quiet, you can hear him softly breathing behind.

You break the silence as you’re almost done, “So what’s your favorite workout to do?”

“I like to work on my upper body, core and arms mostly.”

You wring out the towel one last time before turning to take it to the dryer, Minseok opens the dryer door for you and watches as you select the setting and press start.

“Let me guess, you like to do leg workouts the most?” He asks as he follows you to the living room.

“How’d you know?”

“The way your ass looks in your leggings, it’s pretty obvious.” 

He speaks confidently. He’s not ashamed to admit that he has looked at your ass more frequently than just that one day. “Actually your squatting form is a bit...off.”

“Well, would you like to help me fix it?” The words left your mouth before you even thought about it.

He walks behind you again, you feel his hands on your waist. His left hand slides down your outer thigh, slipping to the inside.

“For starters your feet should be shoulder width apart,” he applies pressure to your inner thigh, signaling for you to spread your legs. When you do he slides his hand back up, fingertips just barely swiping against your groin.

He grips your hips and you feel him squat down, pulling you down into a squat as well. 

“Don’t be afraid to push your ass out.”

So you push your ass until you feel it touch his dick through his gym shorts. His breath hitches. You come back up and repeat it a few more times. His dick touching you just so slightly multiple times made you horny and wet.

 He reluctantly takes his hands off of you and turns you to face him. For a second he doesn't say anything. You watch his eyes drift to your lips and back up.

“You’re a fast learner.”

It’s your turn to touch him now. You run your arms up and down his bare arms, gently, looking at the veins popping out of them.

“Is there..” you look back at him with hooded eyes,”anything I can help you improve? Should we test your strength, see how strong you’ve become since you’ve started working out?”

You barely get another breath in before he’s lifting you in his arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he pins you against a wall. You lean forward first and press your lips against his, slipping your tongue in making it sloppy. He bites your bottom lip and licks it once he releases. HIs hand goes in between you to rub you through your leggings and you lean your head back to savor that feeling. He takes advantage of the now exposed skin kissing and sucking all over. 

You can feel him grinding against you and you push his hand on your clit away so you can pull him closer. You just grind against each other until Minseok groans and rips your leggings at the crotch. You’re too horny right now to even care, besides you can buy some new ones. He pulls his dick out of his gym shorts and spits on his hand and jerks off for a second.

What a sight.

“I don’t have a condom, what do you want me to do?” He’s still jerking himself off.

“Just fuck me! I trust you and I’m on birth control, just put it in me already, Minseok please!”

That was music to his ears. He pushes inside you and starts going full speed almost immediately. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat, not squeezing just resting it there.

You feel yourself slamming into the wall behind, but it’s only adding to the experience, really. You stick two fingers in his mouth and watch as he sucks on it and wraps his tongue around moistening it without hesitation. You put those fingers on your clit and began to rub in circles at the same speed as his thrust. You can feel your toes curling as the feeling builds up in your stomach.

“Babygirl, are you going to cum for me? What can I do for you to make you cum? Huh baby? I’m so close I need you to cum.”

“Kiss me, Minseok and don’t be afraid to choke me.”

He growls at that and his hand around your neck tightens enough for you to feel  some pressure. He slams his mouth into you and you can feel his erratic breathing through his nose as he kisses you and continues at the same speed. The feeling in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter until the knot finally releases. You tense up as your orgasm blows through you. Your hips jump a little and you feel yourself clenching around his dick. You finally move your hand away from your now sensitive clit as you start to come down. 

Minseok feels your body start to relax and knows your orgasm has passed. He quickly pulls out and sets you back on your feet as he jerks himself to his orgasm. You watch his cum ooze out of his dick and his body twitches. He leans forward and his hand lands to the side of your head on the wall. He’s moaning and panting and his hand finally slows as he reaches the end of his orgasm. 

He’s still leaning over you, looking down, with his dick in his hand going soft. You grab his jaw and make him look up at you. He’s got sweat dripping down his forehead and he’s still panting. You smile a lazy smile at him and returns one.

He finally lets go of his dick and pulls his pants back up and looks at your torn leggings.

“I’m sorry about that I just didn’t want to put you down.”

“It’s fine, really,” you say feeling your face get warm.

“I guess the gym has been paying off?” He laughs.

You shake your head, laughing as well.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?”

[renaerys]

PPG One-Shot: Six Degrees Chiller (Brick/Blossom)

A new cute one-shot in honor of @carriedreamerx birthday! In the same high school AU as part 1, part 2, and part 3, but can totally stand-alone. Also posted on my AO3. Tune in for some laughs and some Reds cuteness!

Summary: Brick goes deodorant shopping. It doesn't end well. (Or does it??)

xxx

Brick squinted at the nine-foot shelf packed with a full color wheel of deodorants and antiperspirants. The sheer surfeit of brands and scents was as daunting to behold as it was absolutely batshit insane—how many ways did people need to not smell like a dirty gym sock?

He picked a random stick and scowled at the label as if it had offended him and all his future progeny. Who the fuck would want to smell like mango lassi?

The squeak of a shopping cart rolling down the aisle sent Brick into a febrile panic for a hot second, and he shoved the saccharine deodorant stick back onto the shelf. A geriatric woman with a hunched back, a bright head scarf, and eyes so folded over with wrinkles it was a miracle she could see anything at all wheeled her cart slowly past Brick, who froze where he stood. She smiled politely at him, and he nodded out of sheer self-preservation instinct. The moment she passed him, he yanked the bill of his red cap lower over his eyes.

“Get a grip,” he grumbled. He was an eighteen-year-old guy buying deodorant, not stool softener. He was totally casual and had absolutely no reason to be so fucking paranoid. Nobody who might recognize him was coming to Cooper’s Market at 8 a.m. on a Sunday.

Brick wiped his clammy palms on his jeans and searched the shelves for what he’d come for so he could hurry up and leave. There it was, fifth shelf in a sea of sleek black and edgy, neon letters: Axe Ice Chill.

“Okay, do you consider yourself more of a music lover, sports star, gaming guru, or style icon?” Boomer had asked as he sat cross-legged on the sofa with his laptop open to the Axe “Find Your Magic” test a few months ago.

“Sports star,” Butch had said on his left, and poked the screen that wasn’t a touch-screen.

“That’s you, moron,” Brick had said, totally above this stupid test. “Pick style icon.”

Boomer grinned. “Oh yeah, your hoodies are so stylin’.” He clicked the next question. “Signature scent? Huh, maybe warm and aromatic?”

“Sounds like one of those Yankee holiday candles,” Butch had said.

Unfortunately, he had a point.

“Well, you're not exactly woody and earthy, and you’re definitely not fruity and sweet—”

“Just go to the next one.” Brick clicked on “fresh and cool” and waited for the screen to load. “Smellin’ good!” the loading page flashed at him. Jesus fucking Christ.

When the quiz presented a true or false statement, Butch moved like he had a bug up his ass and slammed the touchpad before Brick or Boomer could do anything about it.

Boomer tried not to laugh. “Dude, come on.”

“Please, he’s a punk-ass dweeb who’d never make the first move in a fight, let alone on a girl—” Butch had taunted.

Brick punched him in the throat with his Super speed and smiled at the sound of his asshat brother gagging. “Choke and die, motherfucker.”

Butch wheezed as he laughed through the pain, and Brick and Boomer breezed through the more generic age and appearance questions: under 18, long hair (“Mane Man!” the quiz gushed, and Brick almost melted Boomer’s laptop right there), and natural look. After an artificially anticipatory loading screen, a picture of a dude with a clown nose crowd surfing in a sepia Instagram filter appeared on the screen with the generic “Be your best self!” encouragement in blocky letters superimposed upon it, and finally the expert, personalized recommendation for Brick’s body spray needs.

“Because you’re hotter when you’re chill.” Brick had cringed when he read that idiotic tagline the first time, and he cringed reading it again now in the deserted personal hygiene aisle where he prayed no one would find him buying this cry-for-help vanity spritz.

However.

He sprayed a bit of mist in the air and reveled in that cool, icy scent that wasn’t a scent so much as a feeling. Six degrees chiller in a bottle. The first time he’d tried it (under great duress), he’d griped and bitched and slammed his bedroom door to get away from his howling brothers. Settled on his bed with a frown, he had to admit it did cool him off. It was almost pleasant. The smell wasn’t overwhelming like that tiger piss Butch bathed in on the daily. But it wasn’t out of this world compared to the generic shit he’d been using before.

It wasn’t until Blossom sneezed on their way out of AP Lit that her ice breath—and understanding—hit him with the force of a cold snap to the balls.

“Sorry, did I get you?” she’d said, abashed as she covered her mouth with one hand and fished out a bottle of Purell from her messenger bag with the other. Her ice splatter fast melted on his shoulder as his too-warm body absorbed the cold with a bizarre, but extremely pleasant, shiver down his spine.

Son of a bitch, but he had a kink.

Which, of course, spiraled way the hell out of control when he found himself here months later with a recycled shopping bag he’d brought so he could carry the three bottles of Axe Ice Chill he planned to purchase home, because Brick planned ahead and liked to keep his bathroom well-stocked.

Which also, of course, was why at that very moment, fate decided to punch him in the dick.

“Bubbles, you have, like, fourteen bottles of shampoo at home! You don’t need another one,” Buttercup groused at 8 in the goddamned morning on a Sunday.

“Those are all different products, not just shampoo. Honestly, Buttercup.” Bubbles zipped into the aisle with Buttercup on her tail just at the moment Brick had his second panic attack in the span of five minutes and completely lost his shit.

He launched the bottle of Axe Ice Chill so hard into the ceiling that it lodged in there tighter than a prairie-dogging turd.

“Brick?” Blossom’s hand on his shoulder nearly sent him yeeting after his abused body spray, if the sheer mortification didn’t rob him of further motor function and exactly one hundred percent of his brain cells.

Like her sisters, she wore a jacket over her pajama pants. They must have just popped over for some last-minute breakfast staples and a side of peer humiliation. But even in those criminally hideous Ugg boots and five boxes of pancake mix in her shopping basket at 8 on a fucking Sunday morning, her smile glowed.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he returned lamely, because that was all she was getting from him until his neurological functions rebooted.

“Hi, Brick,” Buttercup said, suspicious like usual and searching for some excuse to bust his balls for a laugh. “What’re you doing here?”

The Super sisters had cornered him in front of the Teen Spirit, which came in an absolutely frightful eighteen scents because there was nothing pubescent teenagers needed more than eighteen reassurances that their social survival depended on smelling like a potpourri candy bar.

“Shopping, obviously,” Bubbles said. “Ooh, Brick, you have straight hair. What do you think?” She held up two bottles of brightly colored free-range, organic hair shit.

“I think I was just leaving,” he managed.

“Empty-handed?” Buttercup peered at him like he might transform into a literal dick with ears if she only managed not to blink for long enough. He could smell the threat of a joke on her.

“They didn’t have the brand I wanted.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Bubbles said, genuinely stricken.

“Girls, let’s get going. I really want those pancakes,” Blossom said.

“We better grab more syrup. Buttercup finished it all,” Bubbles said, already moving away. She dropped both hair products in Blossom’s basket, not bothering to choose between them.

“Oh please, everybody knows you and the Professor are the syrup fiends in this house.” Buttercup floated after her and waved to Brick. “Hey, tell that shithead to answer my texts. He owes me $20.”

“Uh-huh,” Brick said, fully intending not to mention anything about this conversation to Butch at all.

“Sorry about your favorite brand being sold out,” Blossom said.

It’s fine, he would have said had she not caught his cheek in her hand and pressed a frosty kiss to the corner of his lips before he could do anything about it. Frozen fernlings crept over his cheek and chin, down his neck, and slowly absorbed through his now flushed skin, and he shivered. Without even thinking about it, he reached for her, but she was already walking away to catch up with her sisters.

When she got to the end of the aisle, she shot him a cheeky grin over her shoulder and had the nerve to wink at him. “Stay cool, Brick.”

Red in the face and high on her, Brick just stood there like an idiot gawking at his kind of unofficial girlfriend and the singular dominating object of his fantasies, be they sexual or otherwise. What was dignity when she smiled at him like that? What was a paltry imitation in a bottle when she kissed him like that?

The paltry imitation fell from its hole in the ceiling and exploded on the tiled floor at Brick’s feet with a winter ferocity that, in that moment at least, rivaled Blossom’s in the heat of battle.

When Brick got home later that morning and Boomer asked him why he smelled like a snowman’s asshole, Brick burned the clothes on his back and spent the next half hour in the shower thinking about how he was going to convince Blossom to make the first move and finally make them official.

xxx

Y’all better appreciate the research that went into this fic. That Axe quiz is real and I took it pretending to be Brick, and it literally does spit out a photo of a dude wearing a clown nose in a club. If that’s not a sign from the Daddy that I’ve chosen the righteous path, then idk what is. Sacrifices to my Chrome search history were made for this fic in the name of celebrating Carrie, ergo, worth it.

[bubblesuga]

Oblivious To Adoration - Prologue

A/N: Hi all! So this is a Prologue (written after the story, oops) that can work as a standalone but I highly suggest also checking out the rest of the story as well! 

W/C: 3,757

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cum swallowing (if that should be a warning... idk lol), masturbation

Part 1

Exam season is finally over. 

You throw your pencils into your bag and slip it over your shoulder. Despite having studied for ages on each test, you still couldn’t shake the fact that you may have failed. Thousands of dollars down the drain simply because you didn’t absorb the information enough. Jungkook tells you that you’re too smart to worry about things like that but it just wouldn’t leave your head. 

You step out of the lecture hall and spot Jungkook leaning against the wall and talking to a girl. She seems to be flirting by the way she leaned next to him and batted her eyelashes. He seems uncomfortable, his eyes seeming to stare passed her. You roll your eyes, it’s not the first time that Jungkook had been hit on by a woman he was clearly not interested in. 

The moment he sees you, his expression changes and his face is lighting up. He seemingly forgets completely about the girl and pushes himself off the wall and fights his way through the crowd. 

“How did it go?” Jungkook questions, immediately leading you away. 

“I’m not sure yet.” You shrug, sighing in frustration. 

Jungkook gives you a look of sympathy, deciding not to press the matter while you head towards the exit of the building.  

“Get outta the way bitches, (Y/N) just finished her last exam!” Jungkook yelled, his hand on the small of your back while he pushes fellow students out of your path. You roll your eyes at the attention now brought on you, attempting to hide your smile. 

“Kookie you can’t call people bitches.” You groan as he pushes the door open. Jungkook abruptly slips his backpack off his shoulders and punts it down the long stairs. You gasp as it slips right in between a couple of students and Jungkook cringes in apology while he runs down the stairs to go pick it up. 

You let out a laugh, skipping down the stairs yourself and returning in your place beside Jungkook. Instinctively, he wraps his arm around your shoulder while he leads you towards his car. 

“Okay. Everyone has been waiting for today so we can officially celebrate the end of the year. Yoongi and Jin’s apartment at 8 tonight, alright?” Jungkook speaks as he pulls out of the parking lot. 

“Is Namjoon gonna be there?” You ask, picking at your finger nails. Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Of course.” 

You crinkle your nose jokingly, knowing that Jungkook didn’t like the fact that you and Namjoon teased each other quite a bit. Truthfully it made Jungkook feel jealous, as far as he was concerned you were his best friend and Namjoon had a way of sliding his comments into conversation so effortlessly that had you both laughing and hitting his shoulder. 

Jungkook pulls into your apartment complex a few moments later. You lean over the center console and wrap your arms around his shoulder, “I’ll see you tonight.” 

As you turn to get out, Jungkook grabs your wrist, “We’re going to get wasted tonight, by the way.” 

“Mm,” you nod, humor evident on your face, “can’t wait, Kookie.” 

~*~*~

You already hear music playing lightly through the door of Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment. You don’t have the chance to knock because Hoseok swings open the door, “Get in here, girl.” 

Hoseok grabs your wrist and pulls you in, your hands gripping the bottle of tequila tighter. 

Suddenly you felt over dressed, spotting your group of friends gathered in the living room as Seokjin and Taehyung yell about some fighting game on the television. Hoseok takes the bottle of tequila from your hands and grabs three shot glasses. 

“Jungkook! (Y/N) is here!” Hoseok calls out to the living room, causing Jungkook to whip his head around. He hops over the couch and immediately reaches for one of the shot glasses. 

“Ah, to possibly making or breaking our future careers!” Jungkook doesn’t wait to tap his shot glass on yours, downing the shot in seconds and reaching to pour another. 

Okay, clearly you had some catching up to do. You could smell the remnants of beers on Jungkook’s breath, and you mentally cursed yourself for running a little late.  You follow his lead, pouring yourself a couple more shots and downing them while Jungkook watches you with shiny eyes. 

Hoseok seems to sense your discomfort of sobriety, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a beer of your own. You silently thank him and pop it open on the edge of the counter, chugging it down. 

Jungkook leads you to the living room and the two of you sit in the corner of the sectional. Already you could feel the heat of the alcohol coursing through your veins, and for once in your life you were grateful for being a lightweight. 

“Ah,” Namjoon spots you, “who invited you?” 

“Awh, don’t be so sad, Joonie. I know you’re secretly really happy I’m here.” You grin, seeing humor alight in Namjoon’s eyes as he turns his attention back to the screen. 

Jungkook notices the exchange between you and Namjoon and can’t help but burn holes into the side of your head. Not that he could do anything about it though, it’s not like he could stop you if you and Namjoon had decided dating or something. Though he cringes at the thought. 

The only thing that steadies his mind the the feeling of your head hitting his shoulder while you giggle at Jimin beating Seokjin at the game and cheering in victory. 

Jungkook relaxes against you, his hand picking up a piece of hair at the back of your head and twirling it softly between his fingers. It takes every bone in his body to prevent him from leaning down and pulling you in for a kiss but he just couldn’t. Even if you wore such a short dress and pranced around in front of him more times than he’d like to admit, or when he can’t help but stare when you bend down to grab something only for Jimin nudge him out of his trance. 

You didn’t like him like that, it just wouldn’t work out. 

The night is going by as every night that you found yourself in one of the boys’ apartments with liquor running through your system. Jungkook and you have been fed drinks constantly and you could officially say that you were drunk, but that was the whole point of this night anyway. 

Yoongi and Hoseok were in the middle of doing awful karaoke, singing some song from a movie that you had never heard of. 

You were practically on top of Jungkook’s lap at this point, the two of you giggling as Hoseok’s voice cracks on a particularly high note. 

“Oh come on you’re better than that Hobi!” You shout over the music and laughter, your eyes glossed over. Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you close, your hand flying to his chest and your fingers dancing across his hands. 

“Shut up!” Hoseok shouts back, his voice echoing from the reverb of the mic. Yoongi laughs in the middle of his verse and you realize that these guys truly made you happy, you couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends. 

Especially the man beneath you, who’s strong arms made you feel safe from the beginning of your friendship onward. He always made sure to protect you, but was also well aware that you didn’t need the protection. You allowed him to protect you because you loved the way he could send a boy away from you with a simple look and his arm snaking around your waist. 

You were suddenly hyper aware of how close you were to him, but you didn’t care. You like how he smells too much to stop cuddling him. 

In fact, the feeling of his abs tensing beneath your body caused heat to wrack your lower half. You see him shirtless often, so you didn’t have a problem imagining what he would look like holding himself above you. You tried to push the feeling down, but the alcohol was winning this fight. You needed to have him and you needed to have him now.

“Jungkook?” You ask him quietly, turning his head towards yours. 

“Yes?” He responds, his forehead shining from the heat of your body on his but he didn’t want to push you away. 

“Do you want to come to another room with me?” 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “Uh, sure?” 

You stand abruptly, but everyone else seemed too enthralled in the performance in front of them to notice. You quickly tug Jungkook with you, a giggle leaving your lips when you notice how he struggles to keep up with you. 

You open the first door you see, spotting a keyboard and guitar in the corner of the room. Jungkook immediately sits on the bed, laying back and groaning. The way his shirt rode up his abdomen ever so slightly and revealed the ‘v’ dipping into his jeans caused you to swallow. 

“So what’s up? Get a little overwhelmed?” Jungkook asks, rubbing his eyes then keeping his gaze trained on the ceiling. 

Now that you had him in the room you were unsure of how to handle the situation. So, you decided to let your instincts guide you. 

You shakily press a step forward, then another, until your knees bump against Jungkook’s. He tears his gaze away from the ceiling and eyes you curiously, causing your face to go red. He smiles comfortingly, “What’s on your mind?” 

Without responding, you climb onto his lap and rest a knee on either side of his thighs. Immediately Jungkook tenses at the movement and sits up, your hands landing on his shoulders. This is different from your usual drunk touchy habits, your heat was a mere 3 layers from his, and the thought alone causes his mouth to water. 

“What are you-” 

Jungkook doesn’t get the chance to finish his question because you slam your lips on his. 

Jungkook freezes entirely, every fiber of his being telling him to kiss you back but the shock of the situation causes him to shrivel in a puddle of confidence-lacking ooze. He had wanted to kiss you for so long - years at this point - and now that you were suddenly kissing him he had no clue what to do. 

Instead of pulling away and accepting defeat, you poke your tongue between your lips and swipe it across Jungkook’s bottom lip and instantly he opens his mouth. 

You smile in victory, your tongue entering his mouth and exploring. The taste of tequila and lemonade laced his tongue, and in a surprising turn of events Jungkook wraps his lips around your tongue and sucks softly. 

He pulls away, meeting your eyes, “How far do you want this to go, (Y/N)?” 

“Need you,” you whine, your fingers wracking over his clothed torso, “need all of you.” 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans, leading your hands beneath his shirt and allowing you to feel his hot tanned skin directly. He falls back onto the bed while you push his shirt over his head and toss it behind you, hearing the twang of a guitar string. You glance back to make sure the guitar is okay before hearing Jungkook giggle softly. 

He leans his hand up, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin against his, and pushes your hair behind your ear, “You’re so pretty.” 

You press your lips against his again, “Tell me I’m pretty when I’m covered in your cum.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen and you can nearly see the switch in his eyes from Kookie to Jungkook. His fingers fumble with his belt and he quick to unbuckle it, tapping your hip to tell you to lift your body so he can slide his pants down. 

His semi doesn’t take long to harden completely once he feels your hot breath through the thin fabric of his briefs. You bite your lip, looking up at him as you loop your fingers through the hem. 

“No, baby. You’re wearing far too much clothing right now.” Jungkook says, his thumb running over his swollen lips. 

You raise an eyebrow, standing up staring down at Jungkook’s mostly naked body. You smile, your cheeks flushing while you slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Jungkook watches your every move, his eyes following your hands while you slide the black material down your body and step out of it. 

Your underwear is by no means flashy, you didn’t expect anyone to see them tonight and you’re about to apologize to Jungkook for the plain pink matching bra and panties but his eyes tell you that you do need to. 

“Off.” He demands, gesturing his hand to you. He wasn’t one for strip teases but he could watch you undress every night and never get tired of it. You reach behind you, unclasping each clasp slowly until the band of your bra falls loose. You’re quick to catch the cups before the slip off, walking closer to him. 

You allow the bra to fall in has lap, your nipples hard with anticipation. This was the first time that Jungkook has seen you so exposed, and he was enjoying the sight. He leans forward and clasps his teeth around one of your nipples and you let out a moan at the feeling. 

You liked this side of him, dominance radiating from him and causing you to drip. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.” He groans, and in seconds your tossed onto the bed beside him. His lips attack your neck, sucking and biting in places you didn’t know could be so pleasurable. Or maybe it was just that fact that Jungkook was the one doing it. Either way, you writhed beneath his lips as he trailed kisses down your body. Reaching your hips, he presses a kiss to each of your hip bones. Looking up at you hesitantly, you see him loop his fingers around each side of your panties. 

“Well what are you waiting for?” You tease, biting your bottom lip. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, “Just making sure I’m not dreaming.” 

With that, he drags your panties down your legs almost painfully slow. His eyes don’t leave yours, and you wonder if he’s second guessing his decision. He must have noticed the doubt in your eyes, so he presses a kiss softly just above your mound, right on your pelvic bone. 

You relax instantly, his eyes large and filled with lust when he finally tears them away from yours. Jungkook holds both of your ankles in one hand as he finally slides off your panties the rest of the way. You exhale a shaky breath, Jungkook’s position just in front of the bottom of your thighs caused your mind to wander. There were so many ways you wanted him to take you, and your feet on either side of his head was the first way. 

Jungkook lets go of your ankles and you keep your legs raised, slowly opening your thighs where Jungkook finally turns his gaze. 

Your stomach flutters while Jungkook lays on his stomach in front of you, and swipes his ring finger up your slit. Instantly, a loud moan falls from your lips and Jungkook chuckles confidently. 

“Who knew you’d be so wet for your best friend, huh?” He doesn’t allow you to respond, as his tongue darts out of his mouth and swipes a long stripe from the bottom of your heat to your clit. 

You lurch forward, your hands lacing through his hair. 

“Oh god, that feels so good.” You moan, arching your back as Jungkook begins to press two fingers into your cunt. He wasn’t hiding how much he was enjoying this, either, because he moans loudly against your cunt as you tug at the roots of his hair. 

You watch him carefully, biting your bottom lip and your face contorted in pleasure. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, all his energy going into pleasing you. 

He begins to rut his hips against the duvet, whining against you for some sort of release but he doesn’t stop until your coming undone beneath him. “Oh fuck me,” you moan, “Jungkook!” 

You feel his smile against you as you ride out your high against his tongue, your hand gripping his hair harshly. 

“Wow,” he pulls away, his thumb collecting the moisture of your release around his lips and then slipping it into his mouth, “you taste even better than I imagined.” 

Your mouth falls agape, “You imagined what I taste like?” 

“Oh baby,” Jungkook stands for a moment, slipping his boxers down his muscular thighs, “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” 

Your eyes drop to the apex of his thighs, his cock springing upward and hitting his abdomen. He’s huge, you thought, he’s going to tear me in half. 

And you couldn’t wait. 

You gesture for him to get back on the bed, and in seconds your spreading your thighs. Jungkook strokes his cock for a moment, his eyes washing over your body and he silently pleasures himself at the sight of you. You could come just from watching him, but you were so enthralled with the way his large hands stroked himself that you forgot what you were doing in the first place. It’s not until he’s about to thrust inside of you do you snap back, “Condom?” 

“Ah,” Jungkook blushes, “sorry, one second.” 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. The tiny silver foil was a welcoming sight, and you grin. 

Jungkook spots your salacious smile and can’t help but mirror it, walking over to the side of the bed. He stands tall above you, and he hands you the foil packet. 

“Put it on me.” 

You don’t hesitate, your teeth tearing open the condom and placing the bubble at the top in your mouth. Jungkook hisses when your hand grips the base of his cock and strokes him a few times before you lower your mouth onto him, rolling the condom down his shaft with your tongue running underneath. 

As you reach the base of his cock, you hold yourself there. Jungkook feels your throat contract around him and thrusts in softly, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna need to stop sucking me off.” 

You fall back easily, spreading your legs once again and reaching your fingers down to rub your clit in a few circles. 

Jungkook places himself between your thighs again, and presses his cock into your heat slowly. 

You watch the way his thumb shakes as he falls in, his body crashing above you as he catches himself. He can’t help but capture your lips in his as he finally feels you pulse around him like he wanted you to for so fucking long. 

Jungkook has never had so much trouble trying not to cum, but you just felt so good. Your warmth was enticing, and kissing you was distracting him enough not to release. 

“Move, please.” You whisper against his lips, grinding your hips against his. 

Jungkook pulls away until just the tip of his cock is inside, then he slams back in. Still, his lips stay steady on yours and you cry out his name while he thrusts into relentlessly. 

“You take me so well, baby,” Jungkook’s voice was throaty and thick, much different than what you were used to, “squeeze around me so good.” 

He doesn’t leave your lips, breathing heavily through his nose as he continues to thrust harshly. You reach up and drag his bottom lip through your teeth, trying to quiet your moans as you suddenly remember the 6 other people in the apartment. 

Then again, maybe you didn’t care if they heard you. Maybe you liked the thought of the boys hearing Jungkook make you scream. 

So, with Jungkook thrusting particularly harshly, you let out a scream of his name and toss your head back, electricity sparking in your tummy. He reaches deep and slows his thrusts once he feels that your close, long strokes replacing them. 

The fact that Jungkook lay so close to you as he thrusts, the scent of him overwhelming in your nostrils, played a huge factor in pushing you closer and closer to the edge. As you finally feel the twist building in your stomach uncoil in flashing heat, your jaw drops open, “I’m coming!” 

“That’s good,” Jungkook kisses your jaw, “you’re doing so well.” 

He stops his movements and you moan,falling back and trying to catch your breath. 

You open your eyes and meet Jungkook’s, grinning and reaching up to move his fringe away from his forehead, “Did you cum?” 

He shakes his head, “You said you wanted to be covered in my cum, right?” 

You nod hastily, and Jungkook slowly pulls out of you. You groan at the emptiness, but quickly recover when you see Jungkook slip the condom off of his member. 

Again, he stands proudly above you, “What? You think I’m gonna do this myself?” 

You giggle, reaching forward and beginning to stroke him. You’re much faster this time, and Jungkook is thrusting his hips in your hand. He’s gripping your wrist but following the movement of your hand with his eyes screwed shut and his head tossed back. 

Then you hear him suck in an air of breath and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and feeling the saltiness of his release paint your tongue. He looks down quickly, as if not wanting to miss the way his cum rests on your tongue. He grips your jaw in his hand, “Swallow.” 

You eye him mischievously, sliding your tongue in your mouth and swallowing, then opening again to show him. 

“Good girl.” He whispers, his eyes still black with lust. 

He places another kiss to your lips, and you pull him down onto the bed with you. 

You both lay, catching your breath and watching each other. Jungkook’s grin is just as wide as ever, and you realize exactly what you had just done. 

You just hooked up with your best friend. Your first friend on campus, the person who’s there for you whenever you’re going through anything. You may have just completely ruined your friendship with him because you let alcohol take over your thoughts. 

Well, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself. It definitely wasn’t the fact that you had been suppressing your attraction to him for years. Nope. 

Definitely wasn’t that. 

[genshins1mpact]

okay so i know i mentioned on here before that i have a bunch of dreams when i sleep and how i had that cute one with xiao & mingxiao before right?? 👀

forgot to share it sooner bc life but anyway i had a funny/cute dream with diluc the other day (i'll try to add a read more bc this got a lil long but it doesn't always work on mobile so i'll try & fix it asap if so!) but yeah this kinda turned into a whole fic of its own lol,,

☆ the dream itself is here, under the cut! ☆

basically, to not have to explain all the lore about my oc/self insert and all that again, the tldr of it is that i landed on teyvat similar to traveler but didn't really have anywhere to go so after gaining his trust and becoming close, diluc sort of just takes me in and lets me work at the tavern + lets me stay in a spare room at the winery. so yeah we often walk to/from work together if he's working at angel's share that day, and i guess everyone just assumes we're dating?? ...except for me, that is, who still thought he was in love with jean (bc of the whole stormterror thing).

one night, kaeya's been hanging out in the tavern all night, venti's already left or passed out or smth, and then once things close up, diluc and i get ready to head off, but apparently this is the first time kaeya's seen us head off together/in the same direction, and immediately decides to start teasing. he's all "ooh look at the two lovebirds, you've moved in together already? how'd you ask her out, i didn't know you two were a thing, congrats bro so glad she likes you back" kinda stuff and then i just start laughing and telling him to knock it off, wouldn't want jean to overhear and misunderstand. and they're both just like ......wait what? and i'm all "oh cause diluc likes jean right? i thought the were like an Unspoken Thing yknow??" and both stare at me as if i've grown like 3 heads and started doing a one-(wo)man barber shop quartet. lightbulb goes off in kaeya's head that i don't know jack shit & we're not a thing (yet) and diluc is just thinking like "i can't believe you're literally this oblivious, holy shit". hence kaeya's teasing The Sequel, where he just starts complimenting my uniform and says i look like a cute little maid or whatever and diluc is silently fuming behind me. he mutters something along the lines of "how oblivious can you possibly be?" and all but throws his coat/jacket over me to try and cover me "bc it's cold" (yeah yeah sure, jealous much? haha), then asks me how i never noticed how he felt about me. so i'm there having an earth teyvat-shattering moment of revelation that it WASN'T jean he liked, and that he didn't do all those nice things for me bc i'm friends with her, but because he liked...me????

kaeya smugly walks off with a little "you're welcome", after a his shenanigans, and i'm still trying to process things bc i'd never seen diluc that way, always assuming he'd liked someone else so i never really looked at him that way. we kind of quietly resume our walk back "home" and im clutching his jacket close to me, then we both try to speak at the same time, he tries to ask for my response/reaction and i was trying to ask for some time. he's kind of confused and almost looks hurt, but agrees to give me some time to think, since i explained the whole "not seeing him in that light" and didn't want to answer on a whim. that i didn't want to mistake gratitude for all he's done for me for affection and stuff so he was like hey good point i wouldn't want you to feel like i forced you into this, and no you're not gonna get kicked out/fired if you don't like me back, it's okay. diluc mentions having to be away for 2 weeks cause of a work trip and that i can respond then.

in the meantime, a bunch happened like a trip to liyue with aether & paimon, a whole girls' talk over tea with jean & lisa over the situation, and got my own lil serenitea pot so i potentially had the option of moving out now if i wanted to. i decided to my day off from the tavern to go out on a little adventure, just journey around and test out the teapot home and all that jazz. ran into noelle and we hung out/trained for awhile together and invited her in for for a tea break and stuff, like it was just really cute and fun. but apparently diluc came back a few days early and was freaking out when i was nowhere to be found, no one had any idea where i was, and was just really concerned something might happen to me. then noelle arrives through the gates and overhears him asking lisa stuff and goes all "oh she's over by (idk where i was maybe that bit of land between mond & liyue?) and he thanks her for the info and runs off to find me. he finds the teapot (somehow) on some rock but doesn't see me and i come back out of my lil abode bc someone outside kept saying my name and then i felt the teapot shake (he'd picked it up). cue a dramatic reunion in the rain bc when isn't it pouring and trying to kill me in teyvat in true romcom fashion i guess.

diluc is all "do you have any idea how worried i was about you? all alone out here? any of the abyss mages could have hurt you or taken you away or-" just rambles on and meanwhile im having this sort of Oh You're Back and I Think I'm Feeling Things realization (absence makes the heart grow fonder lol). so there's just this kind of strong, desperate hug moment and everything's quiet, save for the pouring rain and faroff occasional lightning strike. and i whispered something along the lines of "i think i'm in love with you" and his eyes widen before responding smth like "i think i'm in love with you too" with a fond smile, the first genuine huge smile i've ever seen on him (pls picture him like in the manga and not his in game ._. face PLS-🤣). cue another romcom cliche reunion hug + kiss scene in the rain, in which we take shelter from the rain inside the serenitea pot bc of how bad the storm kept getting.

(aether has tubby but i have chummy, kinda looks like the teapot salesman, and i usually just call her chums.) so we're greeted by chums who kind of is like staring daggers at diluc bc i showed up with a guest unannounced, drenched, and we're holding hands. she's overprotective in a very Mom Friend kind of way but she just means well. we change into some baggy share clothes i have and then i scrambled up something to eat (since we can apparently cook & forge in our lil pot i love that so much-) anyway so we decide to get some rest bc it's late and have the Oh No There Was Only One Bed conundrum until we agree to just share and sleep on opposite sides bc nbd right? i turned in my sleep and essentially was hugging his back whilst asleep, and he just turned over at some point and hugged me too, and booooiiii was this fire boy WARM, he felt like a personal heater and after all that rain, i slept like a log. diluc woke up before me cause he's used to an earlier schedule and slips out quietly to speak to chummy, asking if she knew where the supplies were cause he wanted to surprise me with breakfast (and man can he cook! goodbye kfc, hello good hunter). chummy is still kind of not vibing with him, until he apologizes for "intruding" and explains everything that's happened, to which chums kind of softens up and realizes he's sweet and just wants to do something nice, not go around raiding the house. woke up alone and went to look for the source of the smell, and kinda just clung to him, making diluc blush. don't remember too much more after the cooking thing though besides going for a stroll around my teapot layout, meeting all the pets that chill there, and kinda just having a relaxing day off together. the winery staff was probably freaking out wondering where we were, but we were just kinda in our own world (literally?), enjoying the peace before returning to all the chaos that is teyvat. cutest damn dream ❤

[kotas-dump]

Idk how to do the read more on the app but have some orc fondling.

The orcs took the land shortly after you were born. A few years later and you learned what that meant. Every year the orcs rode through the village, taking whatever women they wanted. Most were younger, beautiful women but one year it was your mother. Your mother was dragged away in their yearly passing. Taken by a big brutish Male kicking and screaming for you to hide. Your family was known for being good tailors but you hardly could afford to buy her back.

So she, like many others, melted into memories and with it. You were already a quiet child but after that you never spoke again. Your father didn't really care, as long as you worked hard he was glad you didn't complain. Once work was done for the day he drowned himself in ale with whatever profit you made. Slandering your character while he was at it. You were everything from lame, to disfigured, if it was an insult he threw it at you.

Sighing you sit down at your window side table to work on a new child's dress order. The view outside overlooked the lake and the beautiful weeping willow. Beyond the lake was the road into town. Years had passed since your mother was taken, the village was mostly older men and their wives now and there was you of course. Lame, speechless you. None of the younger men found your physical beauty anything worthy of note, coupled with a defect no man bothered being kind. Not anymore. Eventually you stopped hoping for life to be kind and just... accepted your place in it.

Soon you'd be 26 years old. A normal woman would have a child or at least be with child. Grabbing your thread and a needle you went to work. There wasn't any time to waste on a life that would never be. Your nimble fingers quickly sewed up the two cut pieces, the dress quickly coming into shape. Hours passed and the sun was high in the sky, your father finally waking from his hangover. Glancing over to him he stumbled over to the stove and put the kettle on for coffee.

"You eat yet?" He asked, voice horse and deep from sleep. Still his brown eyes were sharp when he looked up to see you give the smallest shake of your head. Grunting he pulled out a skillet and some eggs just as the horns rang out.

Glancing back to the window you see the orcs caravan heading down the road. With the first blooms of spring they came, today happened to be the day.

"Don't bother getting your hopes up. Even the orcs don't want your silent self. " your father grunted from the kitchen. The hiss of eggs filling the empty air.

Looking down at the toddler sized dress in your hands you felt your heart drop to your toes and nodded. At least you earned your place enough to stay. That was good enough.

Even as the delightful smell of food filled the air you found yourself lacking the desire to eat. It wouldn't help, denying yourself meals, but you continued working even when your dad placed a plate next to you. Buttered toast with a fried egg on top and a cup of tea.

You didn't even like tea, mother did.

Holding the dress up against the light of the window illuminated the thin summer layers of the dress. Smiling at your work even as a cloud moved over the sun and cast a shadow over your window. Lowering the dress back to your desk you let out a sigh that ended in a scream. Jumping, your chair tilted back and you slammed to the floor. Your head smashing into the corner of the dinning table behind your desk. Gripping your head a whimper squeezed though your lips and when you pulled your hand away it was dotted with spot of crimson.

An orc stood outside the window! What you thought to be a cloud was the wide shoulders of an orc. He wasn't looking though, but rather out over the lake. That was until you screamed. He turned, watching you scramble for a cloth as your father came in to help you.

Wanting nothing but for the embarrassment to pass you push your father away and wave frantically for him to go back to work as a loud banging comes from the front door. You both freeze, then look to the door.

"All women were to be at the well. Open the door or we break it down. " A deep voice said from outside the door.

Your eyes grow wide and your father leaves to answer the door. Your father is tall, a gene you were unlucky enough to inherit and yet the figure in the doorway dwarfs him.

"No offense intended sir but my daughter is a -" your father is pushed aside as three orcs force their way into your home and store. All three look around, their eyes catching the tunics displayed on the mannequin.

"Your daughter is a woman is she not? " the orc in front asks. Speaking to your father but looking at you.

Slowly you bring your hands down, the bloodied rag folded quickly into your hands.

"O-of course she is but she's lame. I would never wish to offend the chief with o-offering a broken woman. " Your father stumbled over his words on his way to your side but he might as well have stabbed you though the chest.

It was almost magic how words still hurt even after all this time. You cast your gaze down to your shoes, the pain in your head replaced with the familiar ache in your chest.

"What's wrong with her? She doesn't look crippled." The orc in front asks, his eyes hot on your skin. You can hear the other orcs going through the rack of tunics.

"She's a mute sir. Been that way for years." Your father doesn't miss a beat.

Heavy footfalls shake the house and there's a calloused hand grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking it back to expose your long slender neck. "No scars..." his eyes meet yours for a heartbeat before you look away. The orc forcefully turns your face this way and that, pulling painfully as if to get you to yelp. Almost as if he's testing something.

"She's never really talked much..." Hesitation and a touch of fear leak into your dad's voice as he watches you be pulled back and forth.

Pulling his hand away the orc stares at the blood on his hand. Your cheeks flush and you quickly grab his hand with both of yours, wiping blood away with the damp rag in your hands. A silence settles over the room and you freeze wondering what you'd done wrong.

The orc who's hand your holding busts into a deep laugh. The air no less tense. "She's an odd one isn't she?" He turns to the other two behind him and they hesitate before laughing along with him. "Your eyes are as good as dead but you've got a dying fire in there dont you?" Pulling his hand from yours he lifts your chin up to look at him. Confused by his actions and unsure of what's happening you look to your father. He's just as lost as you.

"LOOK AT ME." The orc snaps.

You quickly look back to him. Up close you can see the stubble growing in on his chin, the two tusks with matching gold rings and dark sapphire blue eyes staring at you from behind a heavy brow. Something on his face shifts and his lips pull into a smirk.

"Not even shaking. Most women would be scared of an orc. Doesn't mean well if we've got our hands on you. " he chuckles, dropping your chin.

Quickly your gaze falls back to the floor.

Cutting back in your father places a hand on your shoulder. "Like I said she's broken, lame and only good for tedious labor, hardly good enough for a human man let alone an o-"

Your father cuts himself off as you move away, going back to sit down at your desk. The orcs had their fun but your father was right.

"A-as I was saying, she's of no use-"

"That's not for you to say is it?" The orc snaps. A dangerous snarl in his voice. "Hiding a woman is punished by death you know. "

"H-HIDING? I'D HARDLY S-SAY I WAS HIDING her.." the fear is obvious now in your father's voice. The squeak of a calloused hand on leather squeezing a squawk out of the full grown man.

You snort, a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh, and set the rag beside the cold plate of food.

"Is it funny?" The orc asks, heavy steps approaching you from behind. "Your father dying is funny to you?"

Turning slowly you look up at the green-skinned man, then back to your father and shake your head. There was no way to tell him that the thought of being 'stolen' would mean you were wanted. That that very thought was funny to you. Even the idea of death was a nice one at this point in your life.

You reached out and peeled his hand from the leather wrap of his axe handle and stood up. Tugging him gently toward a shelf of tunics and plucking a deep crimson shade with brown and gold woven trim. It would fit him nicely if not a bit snug. Holding it up against his frame you nodded and placed it in his hands. It was one of the best tunics in your stock. You motioned to the door and headed back to your desk, silence filling the home once more.

"And what does that mean..?" One of the other orcs whispered. The air to tense to speak normally.

"Hmm" the first orc hummed, his fingers rubbing the fabric together.

You could feel his eyes on your back and you stared forward at the lake as the ache in your chest dropped to your stomach. Couldn't they just leave already? There was a few pretty women left in the village they could choose from.

Without words the heavy thuds of the orcs leaving was followed by the door slamming shut. Your shoulders slumped, and you could feel the tears burning your eyes. Another year and you were still unwanted. The harsh words of your father ringing over and over again like hellish church bells. You were losing the fight to hold the tears back and when they fell you shoved at the plate and screamed. Your misguided frustration sending it to the floor where it shattered. Your breath grew short and ragged as your frustration peaked. Fuck all of this. Fuck your father, fuck the stupid orcs, fuck life! Your chest heaved as your lungs struggled to hold any air. Tears burned their way down your face, lighting your chest on fire as you gasped for air. This wasn't fair! You worked hard! You didn't want your life to be this way! You dreamed of loving someone and being wanted, being needed. But not even orcs wanted you. Broken was right.

Your father muttered your name as if to calm you but you threw the childs dress to the floor and wailed harder. Standing up you spin to go to your room, to hide away and never come out until your hurt was replaced by that familiar feeling of numbness.

The orc with blue eyes still stood in your house. His eyes fixed on you, brows furrowed in thought.

You freeze, angry tears still steaming down your face, chest still heaving as you struggled to breath in the perfectly fine air. But.. you'd heard them leave... why was he still here? Pulling on your sleeve you wipe at your face angrily. What were you some spectacle now? Why did he look so transfixed? Frowning you shook your head, the tears still bubbling over as your throat grew tight. Storming past you headed for the door to your room.

A rough hand grabbed your arm and you whipped around so fast your hair smacked you in the face. Pulling on your arm the orc held firm. You grab more tunics and shove them into his chest with a sob. Watching as they fell to the floor in a heap. What did he want? You pulled at your arm again but he didn't budge. Out of ideas and embarrassed beyond belief you stare at the floor. Your hair acting as a curtain but the droplets of your tears hitting the floor proof you were still crying, the burn in your chest only a testimate to your unbridled emotions.

"Why are you crying?" The orc asks, his voice softer than before but no less deep.

A whimper leaves your lips and your shoulders slump in defeat. Gasping for a shallow breath you bring your hand back to rub angrily at your face.

"She won't answer you... I've been trying for years. Mute and lame, like I said, ain't no use trying. " Your dad comes up to you, his hand pulling at the orcs. "You can keep the tunics but... you're hurting her. "

"Hurting her?" The orc turns his icy glare to your father. Their voices were getting distant. Louder but muffled. "What I do with the one I choose is my business. She's no property of yours. Not anymore. Understood?" The orc pulled on your arm but the world was already growing distant. His voice so far away you could only hear the low growl in his throat as you stared at the shine of the tears on the floor.

Stumbling your body moved, why was he pulling you? The door was opened and you were hoisted up. Tucked against his chest with his arm resting under your back and knees. He lifted you ontop of a large boar and climbed on behind you.

You had to have passed out..? None of this was making sense anymore. Loud voices bellowed around you and your eyes looked around to see orcs mounting their own steeds. The world got blurry again as you looked back towards your home, your father standing in the doorway.

Green arms pulled you tight towards a broad chest and the boar began to move. This couldn't be real. It didn't feel real.

"Dont shed tears for them. Humans like that are no better than ants. " the orc grunted. His eyes looking down at you.

Blinking away the tears you sucked in a sobbing breath and stared down at the leather of the saddle. Your thumb running over the stitches as your breathing started to even out.

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It took hours for the group to reach their own village. By then your tears had dried and you'd fallen asleep slumped against the strong arms that held you in place. The orc carried you into his home, setting you down on his own bed, draping warm furs over you before heading back out.

A sharp nudge and you jerked awake. Bleary eyed you glance around. This wasn't your room, nor was it your house. The man waking you wasn't your father but the blue eyed orc. He held out a crude clay mug filled with water and you took it, sucking the water down In two large gulps.

"Are you feeling alright?" That soft deep voice came out again. His blue eyes catching in the candle light. He looked nothing like the orcs you fantasized about taking you away. He was clean for one. Aside from the stubble his hair was well kept and his clothes were in good condition.

Wait.. candle light? You glance to the window and sure enough, the midnight blue of the night sky is out.

Standing the orc takes the cup and sets it aside. "I'll take that as a yes." grunting the orc walked out of the room.

Pushing the furs away you sit up and quickly follow.

"The healer wanted to take a look at you in the morning. Lives down the road. " He began, hooking the pot of stew in his fire place and pulling it out from over the fire. "Figured it might be a good start. They already healed your head. Soup?" He ladles stew into a large bowl and holds it out.

A good start for what? Fertility? That would make sense but then why bother being civil? Each second you spent with this man strayed from how you imagined. Unsure, you take it and stand there awkwardly, a loud growl coming from your stomach.

The orc laughs. "Sit. Eat. I'll do the talking." He motions to a large chair nearby and you sit, blowing on the stew and avoiding looking at him. "But yeah. I'll drop you off there, pick you back up on my way home after I get done hunting." Making his own bowl he plops himself down in the chair across from you and watches you.

You're to hungry to care but as you reach the bottom of the bowl you catch him still staring. Biting your lip you rest the bowl in your lap. Did you do something wrong? You look away, toward the fire.

"Your eyes are still..." he clicks his tongue as if annoyed and goes back to eating.

Your eyes were still what? Plain? Boring? Sighing you wait for him to finish. Old habits creeping in as you stand and hold your hand out for his bowl. After a moment he gives it to you, blue eyes watching as you take them to the bucket and squat to wash them out. Standing back up you fling the water from them and turn to him.

Hes confused for a moment then nods, understanding. "First shelf on your right. "

Nodding back you set the bowls upside down on the shelf and sit back down. It was kind of him to take you but... why did he if he didn't like how you looked..? Ah yes that dull ache in your chest again. You crossed your hands in your lap and stared into the fire. To lost in your own thoughts you didn't notice him getting up and crouching down infront of you.

The orc stares, head cocked to the side. "Are you a virgin?"

The question catches you so off guard you snap to look at him only to jump and Yelp when you realize hes only inches away.

A smirk grows on his face. "That's a yes." He pauses, looking you over and scratching at his stubble. "Why?"

Blinking you wouldn't know how to answer that even if you wanted to. Instead you press your lips into a line and look down. Hands squeezing and you can still feel the moisture from washing the bowls.

Blue eyes scan your face. He is so close you can smell the stew on his breath. Smirking he stands up, shielding the heat from the fire and casting a shadow over you. "Your father said you were lame but you just can't talk. Or don't. Not that that matters. " Crossing his arms he raises a brow. "Strip." his voice is firm. It's not up for debate .

It was a command you expected, half looked forward to if only for the curiosity of it all. This man didn't love you and you wouldn't expect him too but to say you hadn't fantasized about this would be a lie. Standing up you slowly work at the strings of your bodice letting that fall to the floor followed by your skirts and finally the boxy chemise.

The orcs eyed you but you didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt a lot like the many visits to the doctor you took as a kid. He breathed deeply and huffed, reaching out and grabbing your waist. A hard lump lodged in your throat and you swallowed it down.

"Hmm" the orc pulled you against him, craning his face down to the top of your head. Again he took another deep breath, grabbing a fistful of hair he yanked you backwards and managed to pull out a small gasp from you in the process.

Despite the lack of romance in the air you'd be lying if it wasn't nice to feel his hands on your body.

Gazing up you saw a small smirk pull at the corner of his face. "Finally a reaction." The orc released your hair but grabbed your shoulders, spinning you slowly. "Not bad looking. Wide hips are good for surviving orc babies, tits are a bit small though. Eh but that will change after a kid or two. " he squeezed your breast, not enough to hurt but enough to make you flinch away all the same.

A low chuckle bubbled from his chest and he took your hand, spinning you again as he sat in your chair and pulled you down ontop of him. "You don't even smell like you're scared. Either you're to far gone or you've imagined this a few times before in that little head of yours. " he tapped your forehead, smiling.

Frowning you avoided that knowing gaze. It didn't matter right?

Shifting he pushed your hips to the middle of his lap, pulling your shoulders and back against his chest. "You know what I do smell?" He asked.

You stared at the fire. You weren't going to answer that but you knew the answer all the same as he pressed his nose into your hair again.

"Mmm.." the sound rumbled deep in his chest and you find the next breath you take is a shaky one. Was he trying to play with you again? It wouldn't be the first time a man toyed with your emotions.

Instead a calloused hand slid over your breast, kneading the small mound before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Whining you squirmed, a weak attempt to get him to stop teasing you. If he wanted your body it belonged to him. It wasn't like you would try to fight him. Lord knows it's only piss him off... besides... you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

He kept playing with your beasts, tusk tangled in your hair as he inhaled. The faint growl was loud in your ear and his breath was hot on your neck. "Its a nice smell.." he whispered. Voice gravely and lower than you'd heard it before.

You could feel him staring to get hard beneath you and turned slightly, just a peek at his face. Blue eyes were half closed and his hand slid down your front. His right hand petting your stomach but not stopping until his rough fingers slid over your clit and right into you. A low growl announced his approval at finding you wet.

Squirming again you bit your lip, suddenly so aware of your body and unsure of what to do with it. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to put your hands? His finger slowly rubbed circles around your clit and your body tensed as your eyes fluttered close. A quiet but lewd moan spilling from your lips. Your hands flew to your mouth, a rush of heat flushing your face.

The slow circles quickened and his free hand pulled your hands away from your mouth. "You're quiet enough as is." He growled, digging his hand back into your hair he pulled your head to the side and buried his face into your neck. Gentle but hungry kisses only fed that fire that burned in your cheeks.

Without warning a thick finger slid into you, sliding in and out of you roughly as your whimpers and moans filled the room.

Your hands gripped the arms of the chair, your hips begining to grind and buck against his hand on their own. This is the furthest thing from how you imagined this happening but at this point? You weren't about to complain.

His own hips moved, rubbing that shielded length against your bare skin. His tusks pulled at the skin of your neck as he bit at the sensitive skin he found there. Between him pulling your hair, biting your neck and fingering you, you found it impossible to keep still or silent.

The orc slid in another finger, stretching you almost uncomfortable as his thumb worked quick circles over your clit. "You're a tightly wound woman. " he grunted, his breath hot on your neck.

The pleasure was great but not enough to send you over that edge. It was almost painful how he brought you to close but never close enough. It was enough to make you whine loudly, grinding against his hand as your nails dug into the wood.

He breathed in that frustration, you could almost feel him smile against your neck. "You want release don't you? I'll give it to you if yo kis-"

Your lips were on his before he finished the word. Your first kiss was nothing, you would have killed a man if it meant sweet release from this torture.

He was surprised but as he kissed back his fingers pumped faster, curling slightly.

You moaned into his mouth and he took the chance to stick his tongue in your mouth. It was weird but you didn't care. It was only a matter of seconds before your back arched and you broke the kiss to gasp for air.

His fingers stilled but his thumb continued to draw lazy circles until your legs trembled and you twisted away from his hand. The pleasure washed over you like the lingering sting of electricity. Your muscles went lax and you rested your head against his shoulder.

Opening your eyes you found him smelling the fingers that had just been inside you. Squeeking you slapped his hand away from his face frantically.

Dark blue eyes turned to you and you flushed a dark red. "What?" He shifted, clearly still hard. "I don't even get to smell you?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat you stood up. Was that something men did? Shaking your head you quickly went to the buckets and rung out a towel. You wipe yourself down quickly, noticing a few new marks on your neck and shoulder before turning back. Your mouth fell open, the rag falling to the floor with a wet slap as you stared.

The orc was still sitting in the chair. One hand working his length the other held to his face as he breathed in your scent.

What? You're frozen in shock. He seems... big but with no comparison its hard to say. But there's no shame in his face at all as he grunts and growls. It doesn't take long before he cums into his hand, the orc visibly relaxes and his eyes close as his breath deepens. "Towel." He mutters, the hand he used to pleasure you now extended for the rag you'd left to get.

Right! Picking it up of the floor you quickly walk up to the chair. Taking his hands you wipe them down. You can feel him watching you and you swallow thickly as you wipe his length down. You make sure not to touch it with your hand, only the rag.

Taking it from you he tossed it back into the bucket. "There's a good girl. It's a beast for another day." His voice is softer than before and he tucks himself away before standing up. Stretching he looks at you.

Your standing there, naked, and about as lost as a duckling without her mother. This wasn't how you imagined orcs to be, or men for that matter. He smiled and picked up your clothes before wrapping an arm around your waist. Guiding you back towards the bed he shoved you down onto the furs and tossed your clothes onto the floor by the bed. Walking to the door he closed it. There fire would burn itself out and the room felt warm enough.

Stripping out of his shirt he tossed it ontop on the pile and his pants were quick to follow. Luckily he had a thin pair of shorts on underneath. Climbing in bed he blew out the candle. Plunging the room into darkness.

He groaned, punching the pillow before settling in. His arm drapped over your stomach, pulling you back against his chest where he nuzzled into your neck.

What. In. The. World?? Sucking in a slow breath you turned to look at him. There was barely enough moonlight to make out his face but you could see his eyes were open.

"You should sleep. " he whispered, arm pulling you close again. "You're safer here than you've ever been. Learn to relax." He grumbled, eyed closing.

Despite you believing his words you found it hard to sleep. Eventually his breathing mixed with the sounds of the night outside, the low snoring adding to the crickets and cicadas songs.

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