#I’m like that post that said the person came home drunk and was excited to see their white cat which left red lipstick everywhere

[lavendermin]

here's a wholesome jing nyan brainworm for you ; jing yuan is transformed into a cat and can only turn back to normal with true love's kiss.

meanwhile , a traveling merchant stumbles across this upset , but very adorable snow white cat and decides to take him in - much to the shock of the 5 cat cakes she adopted previously .

those cat cakes are : shader cat, sesame cake, rice dumpling , ice cake and trash cake.

jing yuan , now dubbed jing nyan has to compete with this rowdy quintet for attention and the possibility of getting his curse broken.

As someone with cats who also love looooves jing nyan art this made me die a little (/pos) crying and rolling on the floor bc this would be so so cute. And with the jing nyan official art having the cat being a big chunky cat ID SWOON. Little jing nyan shenanigans ensue 💗💗💗

[rosiehrs]

roster | mikha lim.

part one of three.

summary ; excitement was something she was missing and you provided it for her. she thinks you're clueless, but she doesn't know that every move she's made has already been played by you.

pairing ; mikha lim x fem!reader

content ; mikha goes to admu, reader goes to up, mikha volleyball player, BABAERO CONYO MIKHA!!!, hookup culture, half smau...., suggestive, read to see ^-^ !!! taglish w eng translations!

genre ; fluff, angst

wc ; 3.8k

playlist here !!

a/n ; thank u @heybeautifulstranger for helping me translate hehe labyu

mikha loved volleyball. without it, she was nothing. at least, that's what she believes.

she put all her time and effort into the sport, disregarding everything else to improve herself. she was already the star player; every young person in the country was familiar with the name ‘mikha lim’. although the girl was incredible at her sport – that wasn’t the reason why she was so well known.

mikha was attractive. she knew that and apparently everyone in the country did, too. people came to her games to watch her play, but not watch her play. mikha wished people focused more on her performance as an athlete, but she wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t like the attention. support was still support.

“huy, friday night na at nagpapractice ka pa? late na, mikhs. umuwi ka na. (it’s friday night and you’re still practicing? it’s late, mikhs. you should go home.)” her coach advised, putting equipment away. mikha laughed, gripping the ball she held. “not yet, coach. may energy pa ako. (i still have energy.)”

“baka namimiss ka na ng jowa mo. (your girlfriend might miss you already.)” she teased, earning another laugh from the star player. “i don’t have time for a relationship po.”

“oo nga, baka magalit ang mga fangirls and boys mo. (that's right, your fangirls and fanboys might get mad)” she joked, mikha rolling her eyes playfully. she threw the ball over to her coach, deciding to pack up for the night. “i can’t have a jowa when i’m supposed to be the nation’s girlfriend!” she grabbed her bag and water bottle, turning to her coach who was clearly amused by her answer. “i’ll go home na po, night, coach! see you next week.”

“bye, mikhs.”

she gets into her car, checking her phone for the first time in hours. dozens of notifications flooded her phone as soon as she changed her focus from do not disturb. ranging from message requests sent by ambitious and confident (delusional) fans to thirsty comments on her posts to getting tagged on edits, and so much more.

she ignored all of them and immediately checked her messages.

when she said she had no time for relationships, she meant it. but that didn’t mean no time for some fun. she drove home to freshen up and get ready to meet up with her friends.

the loud and busy atmosphere always amuses mikha. while some people enjoy quiet and intimate places, mikha enjoyed the club. 

“lim! over here!” kyle, one of her friends, calls out. she made her way past the sea of dancing drunks and sat with her group. “get me a drink, kyle.” she said, making the group laugh. “wow, hello to you, too.” he sassed before getting up to get mikha’s go-to. “sinong target mo today, mikhs? (who's your target of the day, mikhs?)” evan asked with a smirk on his face. “kakarating ko lang, van. (i just got here, van.) let me drink first, then that question will be easy to answer.” 

kyle shortly came back to the table with mikha’s drink, sliding it over to her excitedly. “thanks, kyle.” she dragged, taking a sip from the glass. “okay, you drank na. who’re you going after?” evan pushed, causing the group to laugh. “what if you just sit and relax, mikhs? it won’t hurt to go a night without sleeping with a random girl.” aiah suggested, foolishly, mikha thought. she scoffed, shaking her head. “ate aiah, where’s the fun in that? besides, i’m not in the mood to sleep with someone tonight.”

“then?”

“baka make out lang... (probably just make out...)”

and that’s exactly what she did.

as soon as she got a little tipsy, she moved to the dance floor and picked a girl up without even trying. she pushed the girl against the wall, her lips on hers and hands on her waist. mikha had no idea what her name was or where she came from. they made small talk before, but mikha didn’t bother listening. she knew where this was gonna lead and she didn’t want to waste time remembering details about someone she was never going to see again. 

she pulled away from the girl, who’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “this was fun, thanks…?”

“jen! my name is jen! but it’s okay if you don’t remember! you wanna get out of here? we can get out of here!” she asked, eager to spend more time with mikha. she slowly let go of jen’s waist, squinting her eyes before shaking her head. “nah, i’m good. you have a good night, though.” and with that, she left the girl alone in the bathroom stunned and embarrassed. 

she made her way back to her group’s table, all eyeing her with amusement in their eyes. “what?” she asked, grabbing a fry from the basket they were all sharing. “who was it?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she shrugs, grabbing another fry to try and end the conversation.

“maybe you should check your hair and makeup before you leave the bathroom, lim.” kyle teased, catching mikha off guard. “shit, is it bad?”

gwen laughed before passing her a wet wipe. “nakakatawa ka, mikhs. (you’re funny, mikhs)”

“i don’t even remember her name. it was like jane something..?”

“jen?! jen santos?! you made out with jen santos?!” evan yelped, letting out the biggest laugh. “what’s wrong..? she was pretty.”

“yeah, she’s pretty. but she’s like.. obsessed with you. i heard she’s been trying to catch you at one of these things so she’s gone to every club in the area.”

“are you being for real..? what if we’re talking about different jens?” mikha suggested. but evan was quick to whip his phone out and show her jen’s account. “is this her?”

“oh..”

evan let out another laugh, causing kyle to laugh with him. “she’s just gonna keep coming here now! we need to find another place!” they joked, earning an eye roll from her. “she’s probably not that bad, you’re just–”

“mikha!” a voice calls out, catching everyone’s attention. it was jen. she walked over to their table a little too excitedly, standing over mikha and placing her hand on her shoulder. “i think you should rethink your decision, malapit lang ang place ko! (my place is near!) we could dip right now.” she offered, trying to be seductive. “ah.. i’m good, jane.” mikha replied, removing her hand off of her shoulder. “it’s jen, pero okay lang! (but it’s okay!) you wanna sit with me? nakaupo lang ako doon. (i’m just sitting there)”

“i’m good.. i’m here with my friends. you have a good night, though.” she smiled politely, trying her best to send her away. “oh, okay! i’ll catch you mamaya (later)! i’ll get your number or something.” 

mikha simply nodded as the girl walked away, extremely giddy from the interaction. “shit.. no wonder why it was so much easier.” they all laughed at her, echoes of various comments following. “this is why you should’ve listened to me and stayed still.” aiah joked, but meant it.

“next time, i won’t even look at a girl.” her friends snickered knowing that would never be possible.

you were a casual sports enjoyer, being in a sports enthusiastic school – you couldn’t escape it. everyone would go to all the games, basketball, volleyball. it was one of the few things that brought everyone together, but it never came above your academics. 

it wasn’t like all you did was study, you liked to think you had a healthy school life balance, going out with your friends whenever they wanted to hang out, seeing some people here and there. you were able to maintain a good social life with good grades and that was more than some people could wish for. 

and your unexpected ‘attention’ really did help you get through a lot. it all started when you helped your best friend, jay, out with his band, x:o’s set at a local event. they were starting to become popular, their songs being played across the country. they were heavily praised for their good music and well.. good looks. 

x:o consisted of five members, jay, jake, stephen, ricky and evan. they were indeed a group of attractive young men and managed to put out really good music. after the gig, the group’s account dedicated a post thanking those who helped out and you managed to catch the eyes of a lot of fans. 

after the post, your social media accounts started to gain traction, earning a few thousand followers in the time span of a week. you appreciated the attention, but with your focus on school, you were never really active on social media, only posting a few pictures and a few tweets here and there. the attention only grew from there as more and more people started to approach you, later sharing on social media how kind and down to earth you were or how pictures didn’t do you justice. jay teased you for it all the time, joking about how he should be your manager since he’s the reason why all of this started. 

your entire friend group has never missed a gig of theirs, but people only ever pointed you out. you and jay started to gain attention as a pair, people getting suspicious by how close you were, eventually leading to them thinking that you were dating. both of you never made an effort to shut the rumours down as you simply didn’t care. (and it helped jay a little with the people who would flirt with him)

your group would laugh at the posts knowing that you looooved women. you were jealous of jay because of the girls that would approach him; some very attractive girls. ‘i should’ve joined a band’ you would joke whenever a girl would speak to him.

x:o landed a gig at the vault, a very popular club in the area. every weekend this place was crowded, which is why this gig is a big deal. jay was setting up with his band while the rest of you (except angelo) had started drinking. “thanks sa food, ate jho! (thanks for the food, jho!)” sheena shrieked, stuffing her face with the food jhoanna bought for her. “wala yun… dapat magpasalamat ka kay y/n kasi treat niya ‘to. (it’s nothing, you should actually be thanking y/n since this is her treat.)” she glared, causing you to laugh. “okay lang yun, jho! libre kita next time, bribe lang kasi ‘to. (that’s okay, jho! i’ll take care of it next time, this was only just a bribe.)”

“ang daming tao rito, mga walay batasan. (there are so many people here, people with no manners.)” colet commented, kissing her teeth and subtly glaring at everyone she saw. “yun oh, yung naka green, suntukin ko siya, beh– (that one, the one wearing green, i’m gonna punch her–)”

“nakarating pa lang natin, may suntukin ka agad? (we just arrived and you’ve already found someone to punch?)” 

whilst your group started bickering about colet’s impulsive (and violent) thoughts, the nation’s girlfriend had arrived with her group of friends. “guys, we were just here last week.” mikha complained, getting dragged by kyle. “since when have you ever been against clubbing?” kyle asked, “besides, we’re here for evan. supportive friends tayo diba? (we’re supportive friends, right?) our little rockstar, performing at our favourite club. full circle moment na ‘to, guys. umiiyak na ako. (this is a full circle moment, guys. i'm crying now.) ” the girls rolled their eyes at his drama, hitting him with teasing comments about how lame he was.

your two groups were together more often than anyone realised. despite having friends in the same band; your friend groups never came in contact with each other. jay was familiar with evan’s friends and evan was familiar with jay’s friends, but their friends knowing each other wasn’t the case.

mikha slid over to the bar, smiling at the bartender as a non-verbal order. she was here all the time and was very familiar with all the staff. while waiting, she looked around to observe the crowd and her eyes landed on an unfamiliar face. she stared at you for a few seconds, growing more and more curious as she watched you from a distance. feeling someone’s gaze, you turned to the side and locked eyes with the particular redhead. the both of you held eye contact until a glass was placed in front of her. she turned away from you to thank him and immediately turned her head back to your direction, but to her disappointment; you were gone. 

she brought her drink over to their booth, everyone curious about her expressions. “nangyare? (what happened?) you good?” gwen asked, concerned. “yeah, i just think i found my girl for the night.”

“ayan ka na naman. (here you go again.)” aiah sneered, shaking her head. “sino ba? (who is it?)” 

“i don’t know yet eh, but i’ll find out.”

you got back to your group with snacks in hand, sitting down next to sheena. “nakita ko yung atenean na volleyball player (i saw that atenean volleyball player). the redhead.” 

“ah, mikha lim? nandito siya? (she’s here?)” jhoanna asked. “is that her name?”

“yeah, kaibigan ata siya ni evan. bakit? (i think she’s friends with evan. why?)” gelo replied, throwing a peanut into his mouth.

you shrugged and took a sip of your drink, “wala lang (nothing), she’s pretty.”

“her fans call her the nation’s girlfriend,” gelo added, making sheena giggle. “seryoso! (i’m serious!) babaero yan. (she’s a player)”

“ang corny, (how corny)” she added. you rolled your eyes at her, although you did agree. but you did see why they called her that. you only needed one glance to see that she was attractive. 

as time went by, more drinks were bought. kyle was already failing to stand up straight and the band had yet to start. both groups made their way to the front of the stage, cheering as the much anticipated band started preparing for their entrance. “the vault, let’s make some noise!” cheers erupted as the five members walked onto the stage, all their faces laced with excitement and determination. “are we ready to have some fun tonight?” jake beckoned with his bass guitar in his hand. the cheers grew louder, all of you grinning at jay as you saw the excitement on his face, “this is ‘looking for somebody (to love)’, hope you enjoy!”

the familiar guitar melody started playing, jay and stephen immediately getting into it. everyone in the crowd started dancing along as jay started singing the first verse. mikha coolly bopped her head to the music, trying her best to avoid contact with random strangers. you were on the other side of the stage as she caught your eye, her red hair made it easy for her to stick out in a crowd. you admired how elegant her small movements managed to be, smiling briefly as you watched her dance with her friends. coincidentally, she looked up and locked eyes with you once again. a small smirk crawled across her face, pleased with the fact that she had your attention in this crowd. you sent a small smile her way before turning away to dance with jhoanna. she couldn't tear her eyes off of you. she needed to have you.

a few songs after, the crowd seemed to quiet down. “should we slow it down a little? gusto niyo ba? (would you guys like that?)” jay asked, playing with his earpiece.

“this is fallingforyou.”

What time you coming out? 

We started losing light

mikha turned to find you, seeing you leaning on colet. you felt her gaze on you, tilting your head as your eyes met once again. she was amused, but she didn’t know why. there was something about you that was so alluring. she moved to face the band before turning back to look at you, but you were gone. again.

“uh, guys, i’ll be back.” she said, eyes searching through the crowd to find you. “yeah, yeah. have fun, mikhs.” they replied, knowing what she was leaving to do.

she pushed past dozens of people on the dance floor, relentlessly trying to find you. after getting past what felt like hundreds of people, she finally found you standing against a wall near the side exit with your arms crossed. 

“eager, are we?” you asked as she walked towards you. “no.. not really. i mean, you must be though, right? leaving the crowd to wait for me here?” she grinned, standing over you. “who says i’m waiting for you?”

“your eyes are telling me everything i need to know.” she mumbled, hand travelling to your waist. “everything? really?” 

And on this night and in this light

“am i wrong? do you have something else to say to me?” 

you hummed, pretending to think, letting her pull you closer towards her. “bilisan mo na. (hurry up.) i’ve been thinking about you for almost an hour now. my patience is running out.” she complained, ducking her head into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. your breath hitched as her face moved closer to yours, “can i?”

you replied by grabbing her neck and placing your lips eagerly onto hers. mikha let out a breath of content, pleased with the contact you two were finally making. she gripped onto your waist, soothing you with caresses every now and then. 

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you

your lips moved against each other with vigour, pouring out all of the lust and need you managed to have for each other in a short period of time. for the first time in forever, mikha was excited. she loved the feeling of your lips against hers, the faint scent of your shampoo, how you felt in her hands. she didn’t want to stop kissing you.

you pulled away briefly, placing your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. “you.. i...” she began, unable to form words. you laughed and patted her cheek, not bothering to speak as you knew you’d go through the same struggle. “you wanna get out of here?” she managed, looking down at you with lidded eyes. “i’d love to, but i’m here with my friends.” you answered, the taller girl clearly not pleased with your answer. “please,” she whined, wrapping her arms around your waist to bring you into a hug. “i don’t even know your name, i can’t leave with you.” you laughed, hugging her back regardless. “my name’s mikha, can we go now?”

you laughed once again against her shoulder, shaking your head. “well, mikha. i still can’t leave with you.” 

“thank you all so much! we’re x:o, we hope to perform for you guys again soon! mag ingat kayong lahat! (take care everyone)” you heard from the speakers, causing you to fix your posture. you slowly let go of mikha, getting an annoyed groan out of her. “i have to go, it was nice meeting you, though! mag ingat ka, ha? (take care of yourself, okay?)”

“wait, what?”

“i’ll see you, mikha.” you smiled, locking lips with her once more before you ran into the crowd to find your friends. 

“wait! i don’t even know your name!” 

mikha groaned, throwing her head into her hands. who cares if you were with your friends? she could take care of you (in more ways than one). she stayed there for a few minutes, trying to fight off the warm feeling you left her with. she made her way back to her friends shortly after, evan finally joining them. “mikhs! i was wondering if you were gonna come back. you okay?” aiah asked as she sat down next to her. mikha defeatedly dropped her head onto aiah’s shoulder and sighed, “yeah..” was all she let out.

she felt frustrated, you brought her so much excitement and even if she wanted to do it again (which she did); she wouldn’t be able to. this was the first time she wished she made some sort of small talk before, because other than the taste of your lips and the scent of your shampoo – she knew nothing about you. 

you rushed back to your friends, blindly trying to fix your appearance before reaching them. you saw colet waiting besides the door that led backstage. “well, well, well.” colet began, “nakakatawa ka talaga, beh. (you’re really funny.)” she laughed before dragging you inside. “look who i found. bumalik siya, guys. (she came back, guys.)” you rolled your eyes at her before hugging jay, “good job, jayboy! you did great tonight.”

“eh, pano mo malalaman? nawala ka bigla. (how would you know? you just disappeared.)” sheena joked, sticking her tongue out at you. “i heard the entire set! ano ka ba? (what are you saying) i was just doing something.” "right.. right.. you should fix your makeup, y/n. that something didn't really hold back."

“what?!” you asked, grabbing the mirror jhoanna was holding out for you and immediately turned around in embarrassment. you quickly tried rubbing the lipstick marks off your face as your friends laughed at you.  

“whatever, guys. basta (anyway), good job, jay.” 

he laughed but was thankful for the support. "it's okay, y/n. it's a club! i encourage this behaviour, in fact - i endorse it." you rolled your eyes at him as he slung his arm around your shoulders. "let's go na? back to mine? we can get food and drinks on the way." he suggested, wanting a more intimate celebration. "paano ang mga bandmates mo? celebration niyo? (how about your bandmates? your celebration?)" angelo asked. "we had our little moment na after the show. bukas yung celebration namin. okay lang. ready na ba tayo? (we'll have our celebration tomorrow. it's okay. are we ready?)" you all agreed and hurriedly made your way out of the venue. 

mikha spent the rest of the night trying to find you, not knowing you left from the back exit.

“god, mikhs. who the hell did you hook up with? you’ve been so out of it since you came back.” kyle commented, evidently noticing her friend’s odd behaviour. “i wish i knew, i literally don’t know what her name is. i feel like an idiot, i begged her, for fuck’s sake. i don’t beg.” she complained, taking another sip of her drinking, causing aiah to take it away. “okay, that’s enough for tonight. lasing ka na, uminom ka na ng tubig. (you’re already drunk, you should drink water now.)” mikha groaned at her but listened anyway.

“can you describe her?”

“ganda. pretty. cute. ganda. hot. pretty. gwapa. i don’t know,” she slurred, slamming her head down on the table dramatically. “whatever, i don’t even care.” she continued.

mikha got over you the next day, but slowly, a week went by and you still occasionally managed to cross her mind. she still wondered about who you were and unfortunately still wanted to see you again, but there were plenty of fish in the sea and you know, it wasn’t that serious.

– hope u enjoy..... @yumtooki :3

[onlymingyus]

Easy, Tiger

pairing; kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x reader

genre; smut

warnings; oral (m receiving), public sexual act, exhibitionism, cum eating (ig if you count swallowing), pet names

w/c; 1.4k and some change

requested; no

a/n; happy birthday to my favorite tiger! this idea came from dk posting these wonderful pictures of hoshi from his birthday post and then @junkissed and @duhnova saying something that made me go....hm

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You smile watching Soonyoung tip back the glass of soju. He looked happy and that was all you could really ask for on his birthday. Reaching for your own soju glass you tip it back before laughing when you feel your boyfriend’s hand grab your free one. 

Soonyoung was full of all of his favorite foods and he had gotten to spend the evening with his favorite person in the entire world.  Lacing his fingers with yours, Soonyoung watches you put your glass back on the table before you finally meet his eyes. 

Neither of you were too far gone. Just a single bottle of soju shared between the two of you, but it was still just enough to make the conversation easy. Tilting your head you lean your jaw on your free hand as you feel Soonyoung’s thumb circling your palm. 

“Quick, name one thing you’d want for your birthday that you think you’d never get?” 

Soonyoung laughs into a snort at the question. His eyes narrow softly, he lets out a sigh before answering as quickly as he can. 

“Ah…fuck, head by the river.” 

Raising a brow, you watch Soonyoung seem to realize what he had said. The warmth spreads over his cheeks and you watch your sweet sometimes chaotic boyfriend try to revert to his introverted self. His shoulders pull tight as a laugh slips from his lips, an explanation on the tip of his tongue. 

“I–I mean, I’m just kidding. That’s an at home thing. Behind the closed doors of our bedroom thing, I’m just drunk. Don’t listen to me.” 

Smiling, you lift your head and brush your fingers over Soonyoung’s jaw causing the man to shiver under your touch. His eyes fall on yours and Soonyoung can’t help but to swallow hard knowing that look in your eye. 

“Let’s go. Still a few hours of your birthday left.” 

Soonyoung knew you loved him and were adventurous. He knew that the two of you had talked about fantasies before, and that exhibitionism had come up more than once but he never thought he would find himself actually in this situation. 

Shivering to the feeling of the tip of your tongue barely grazing the tip of his cock, Soonyoung whines your name finally looking down at you on your knees on the walking path. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He was so excited and nervous at the same time. 

“Baby…this is crazy. I love it, fuck I love it so much, but what if someone walks–sees us?” 

Smiling against Soonyoung’s cock, you glance up at the handsome man giving him a mischievous look that causes him to feel weak on his feet. 

“Do you want them to?” 

Starting to speak, Soonyoung doesn’t really know what his answer is, but you stop him from having to formulate an explanation by wrapping your warm mouth around him. Closing his eyes, Soonyoung groans quietly. You were so good at this, and it was clouding his mind to the point Soonyoung could almost forget where he was. If it weren’t for the constant sound of the river behind him, the brush of the wind though his hair, and the honk of distant horns, Soonyoung would completely let down his guard. 

“Oh, shit…babe. I–God, it feels so good but, ah!” 

You were listening to him. You knew that Soonyoung was nervous, but it was so late and you were in such a secluded part of the path you weren’t that worried someone would come by. If they did, at this point you weren’t sure you’d care. Taking more of Soonyoung into your mouth, you moan around his length feeling how the girth of his cock stretches your lips. You can’t help but to feel your underwear becoming damp with your own arousal at the memories of how he stretches you in the same way every time he fucks you. 

Sliding his hand over the top of your head, Soonyoung leans back against the railing behind him. His nails dig into the wood as he closes his eyes for a moment before he knows he wants to look back down at you. The moment he does, Soonyoung can’t help the groan that forms in his throat or how he thrusts towards your mouth causing you to gag around him. 

He loves the way you look on your knees for him. You were always perfect, but it was moments like this when you were completely vulnerable for him, his cock down your throat or buried deep inside of you that Soonyoung had burned into his mind. This would be something he would never forget. 

Pulling back, you let your tongue press to the underside of Soonyoung’s cock to run along the pulsing vein that told you everything you wanted to know about the man standing in front of you. He was getting so close. Sitting back on your heels, you meet Soonyoung’s eyes as you catch your breath. 

The man watches your tongue run along your lips as your hand moves over his wet cock. Gasping out your name, Soonyoung knew he was leaking pre-cum obscenely over your hand, but he couldn’t find a reason to care until the sound of people talking nearby drew his attention. 

You watch Soonyoung start to panic, his stomach sucks-in dramatically as he takes a deep breath. You can only smile at him lifting your finger to your lips to tell him to be quiet as Soonyoung shakes his head at you mouthing, ‘Are you crazy?’ 

“Easy, Tiger. Eyes on me, hmm?” 

Soonyoung scoffs, his eyes staying on you like you had instructed him. He does his best to keep his groan quiet when you take him back into your mouth. Logic was telling him that you should both stop in case the people he heard got any closer but your soft, warm mouth around him caused him to throw any logic he had into the river behind him. 

“Please…so close.” 

Moaning around Soonyoung, you roll your tongue around his head as your hand twists at his base. Glancing up at him to meet his eyes, you smirk before sinking down over Soonyoung to take as much of him into your mouth as you can. You feel your boyfriend’s nails raking over your scalp and hear the sound of his groan getting caught in his throat. 

You knew exactly how to get what you wanted from Soonyoung and how to give him what he wanted. So, when you looked at Soonyoung like that and went down on him the way you did, the man didn’t stand a chance. Soonyoung saw white briefly and the river sounded like blood rushing to his ears as thick warm cum spilled into your mouth. 

Sitting back on your heels once again, you swallow what you can of Soonyoung’s cum as he finally opens his eyes to look down at you. You made it difficult for him to catch his breath by just looking at you, but with each delicate kitten lick to catch any remaining drips of cum, Soonyoung wondered if you were trying to make it impossible for him to reach his 28th birthday. 

Carefully slipping himself back into his pants, Soonyoung then helps you to your feet before pulling you to his lips. Groaning on your lips, the man can’t help but to enjoy the taste of himself when it was on your lips. It is only then, when he is lost in your embrace and your kiss that he can’t seem to care when the voices he had heard earlier grow closer and pass by. 

Smiling on his lips, you nudge your nose against Soonyoung’s causing him to laugh just as you do. Your arms around his shoulders, your boyfriend sighs on your lips before leaning his head back so he can meet your eyes furrowing his brows with a longing look into your eyes. 

“Can we go home? I think by the time we get there I can return the favor…and we won’t have an audience.” 

Laughing again, you nod making Soonyoung smile, his hand moving to take yours. 

“Sure, but you don’t have to return the favor. It’s your birthday Soonyoung, and that was your wild birthday wish. I was simply giving you what you wanted. 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung pulls you closer to him as he walks, a breath falling from his lips in a whisper about how crazy you are. 

“You said something I thought I’d never get. I didn’t think we’d end up at the river with my pants at my knees.” 

Smiling brightly, you glance at Soonyoung wiggling your brows. 

“Mm, well…you are welcome. Happy Birthday, Tiger.”  

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[izzielizzie93]

High School Sweethearts Part 2-J Burrow

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

College! Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: There's nothing like coming home for the holidays

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None, some angst and fluff

This one is long & there will definitely be a part 3! Thank you to everyone who liked, shared, and commented on part 1 :)

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I’d be lying if I said moving to Baton Rouge was an easy decision; but I would also be lying if I said it didn’t feel right the moment I stepped into my dorm. I had gone earlier than most; because on top of becoming a Tiger, I had also made the LSU cheer team. 

I ended up waiting a day to respond to Joe’s text, choosing to send an emoji of a Tiger and a thumbs up in lieu of actually having the courage to say anything else. 

I unblocked him on everything and added him back as a friend shortly before graduation. We both knew we were mutuals again; but he never liked my new posts. It was morbid curiosity that had me scouring his Instagram and being pathetic when asking friends if he posted on snap.

I mostly did this late at night when I couldn’t sleep, afraid of my dreams. Sometimes I’d wake up after dreaming that Joe hated that I’d followed him to Ohio State and it would end with him breaking up with me and asking me to transer. Other times we’d be happy together and he’d be telling me he couldn’t wait to marry me after graduation. 

Both dreams felt equally horrible when I woke up in my cold dorm, hundreds of miles away from him. 

Eventually, the dreams subsided as fall term began and life got hectic just as I’d predicted it would. I grew very close with two fellow cheerleaders, Sasha and Emily, and they were great distractions. 

Of course, I’d gotten drunk about a month into school starting and spilled everything to them. I had opened up about some details of my life; but always stopped myself because it felt too personal to share with people I’d only known for a couple of months. 

Luckily, my word vomit didn’t scare them off and they helped me stop with my frantic scrolling of Joe’s pages and they even came over and stayed the night when I felt I was going to have bad dreams. 

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In the month leading up to break, I had been dreading going home. I was hoping everyday that LSU would have a bowl game that weekend; but it was scheduled for the week after and we were all cleared to go home for break. 

I’d fallen back into the habit of stalking Joe online and nothing seemed to point toward any new girlfriends; but I still hurt my own feelings each time I clicked on his page.

“So, Y/N are you excited to be going home for Thanksgiving?” Emily asked as she sat on my bed, watching me pack. “Absolutely, I already have friends texting me trying to make plans for every second and I know my mom is going to protest and want to keep me home.” I felt myself smiling at the thought of being with everyone again. 

“What about-” I turned to glare at her before she finished her sentence. “I mean you know he’ll be there. You might see him.” Sasha piped up from her own side of the dorm. While I was happy that Sasha had become my roommate after the summer, there were times where I wish she hadn’t. 

“I know and I plan on being cordial. I’m going to treat him like an acquaintance and avoid him as much as possible.” I shrugged. Sasha and Emily shared a look and I did my best to ignore them before excusing myself to take a long shower, hoping Sasha would be in bed and Emily would be gone when I got back. 

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Despite burying myself in schoolwork, the day to leave for Ohio felt like it came too quickly. I was doing my best to stay positive and remind myself that I didn’t need to worry about Joe, I had so many people I wanted to see. 

Once I’d landed and spotted my parents waiting for me, all thoughts of Joe left my mind. Seeing my mom cry wasn’t anything new; but seeing my dad tear up had me crying. 

They peppered me with questions the entire drive home and wanted to know everything about school, cheer, and my friends. I’d kept my mom in the loop, talking to her on the phone every week; but it wasn’t the same as being there. She and my dad had tickets to fly back with me and take a vacation in New Orleans before coming to see LSU play. 

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Avoiding Joe was easy for the first few days of the trip; but then I was invited to a Bonfire party out at Oakley’s Ranch. Everyone who was home for the holidays, and those who’d never left, were going to be there and I didn’t want to miss out. 

“Wow, Joe is going to go insane when he sees you.” My friend Sarah gasped when I walked out to her car. “Shut up, this isn’t for him.” I glared, getting in. She rolled her eyes, knowing I was lying through my teeth. I did want Joe to see me and not be able to find a good reason why he ever let me go. 

I had on black jeans that hugged me in all of the right places, a black spaghetti strap crop top with a v neckline, black thigh high boots that I’d stolen from Sasha, and a bright red leather jacket. I’d curled my hair and done a smokey makeup look to match my dark aesthetic and I had on a bold red lip color. 

“Is that Joe’s favorite perfume?” My friend Kasey smirked as she got into the car next. After what felt like the longest car ride ever, the taunting ended as we pulled up next to the all too familiar Oakely barn. 

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A couple of hours had passed and I was happily buzzing, dancing and singing along to songs with friends I hadn’t seen in months. 

I was so into dancing that I didn’t see a certain blonde haired blue eyed man walk in; but he saw me. “Holy shit, Joe is staring so hard.” Sarah slurred, pulling me in close. I let my eyes wander and I smirked when I caught Joe’s eye.

I downed the rest of my drink and excused myself to go outside to get air. I walked once around the barn and on my second trip, Joe was leaning against one of the walls. As I was about to pass him, he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him. 

Despite being in heels, I still had to look up as his 6”4 figure dwarfed me. “Can I help you with something?” I asked. His eyes bore into mine before he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to my lips.

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@lh4455 @dessxoxsworld

[fictionalreads]

Love is Blind Season 4 Episode 8

Zack and Bliss

Yes? Girl what happened to making him work for it? It’s been a week at most.

Damn he didn’t even know which finger it was. And he’s proposed before!

He should’ve taken her on vacation. She deserved the México vacation.

Damn y’all fighting already? Not a good sign.

Okay but she still feels like you chose her then realized it was what you wanted to you came to her as a backup.

Kwame and Chelsea

That dog is her kid. Absolutely. I see it.

Damn. Y’all don’t want the same thing. I think it’s getting to him now.

How could you homeschool if you’re at work?

Chelsea he ain’t ready for what you want.

Girl blow the candles out.

Brett and Tiffany

LMAO TIFFANY IS FUNNY

Bougie Brett is gonna be a thing.

Brett is like girl why you crying?

I really like them. I think they’re the first couple since Lauren and Cameron.

Paul and Micah

This man said howdy.

Why wait to tell them that?! You don’t spring an engagement on someone unless they’ve known you guys as a couple.

Damn can you let him talk? He can answer their questions.

Her parents are not fully okay with it. This is a weird situation.

Answer the question. How serious are you?

They are not fans of Paul. And he’s not fans of them. I’m not fans of them either, Paul. They’re kind of bitchy.

Why pick a fight in front of her friends. I feel like they provoked to that point like damn. Let the man breathe.

That blonde friend is absolutely a hater. Why do you need more? It’s not your relationship.

You can’t listen to your friends about everything.

In that preview Micah said you answer first. I really feel like her friends got in her head. Girl that does not inspire confidence.

Marshall and Jackie

Damn Jackie. You really told him he wasn’t a man?

Oh he felt like what she said, implied he wasn’t a man.

Damn Marshall, a project? Really? Wrong word. You fucked it up.

Hug her back, damn. Or are you done?

But Jackie please don’t be starting shit just to start it.

How you show up without Jackie? Where is she?

I thought y’all talked shit out.

Miscellaneous

So they’re townhomes and not apartments. Okay.

So I accidentally put a poll on this post while I was typing and had THE HARDEST TIME getting rid of it. Just felt the need to share my struggle.

Oh everybody came!

Kwame was very excited to see this JP person.

Why is Josh back?

I don’t think I like Josh. I don’t like the energy I get from him.

LMAO MARSHALL SAID SEND HIM HOME AGAIN

Yo why is Josh so fucking loud? We can hear him over the people in focus on screen with mics.

Josh you look drunk. Paul talk him down. Please.

Who is that? OH AMBER

Josh. Stop drinking and go on about yo business. Why you all up on him like that? Back up.

[tiredf-o-u-r]

Two Hearts

Shane x gender neutral player (edit: player uses he/they pronouns)

Platonic or romantic

Just a drabble! Based on Shane’s two heart event, idk I wanna write more but I’m excited to post I haven’t written in yEARS so maybe I’ll add on!

You don’t mean that,

He said, tossing his empty can far away, into the water. Is that why you’re always fishing out cans?

I really do. I don’t say that to everyone you know.

He side eyed you. No answer. Pop, another can opening.

Yeah well…whatever. You don’t know me like that.

Yet. he thought, turning his head the other way. The farmer sighed slowly and took another sip from their can while Shane tried and failed to still his heart which felt like it was flying around inside his chest. When was the last time he was this intimate with another person? Years? He shut his eyes.

You’re right. I don’t. But I could, if you let me.

Said the farmer, leaning back and taking a long chug from their beer, in hopes of fueling their confidence further. He has to be getting close to cracking.

I don’t know man I….ughhh..I shouldn’t have had so much tonight

Here let me help you

No it’s-

He was cut off as he lost his balance trying to get up from where they were sitting on the edge of the pier, tumbling against the farmer, who managed to move back enough to catch Shane’s upper half in their lap. He groaned, mostly unaware of his surroundings, and the part that was aware took what it could get and basked in the body heat so close to his cold nose.

Hup, there we go, heh, yeah I think you’ve had enough tonight.

Shane, now sloppily drunk, could hardly bear to open his eyes as he mumbled

M sorry……….for ya know…whatever..

Another soft laugh came from the farmer.

Thanks, man

A content sign from Shane was the only response after that. The farmer beamed above him. They hoped Shane wouldn’t remember any of this for his own sake really. Based on everything they’ve witnessed of him this summer, he seems to be locked in his head, listening to god knows what demons clearly pester him. This vulnerable moment could easily be turned into ammo to use against himself. Sighing again lightly from their nose, the farmer began lightly petting Shane’s temple and around his ear. Feather light, just caressing his hair. He wouldn’t remember this anyway. I’m just being friendly, and hey, I’m drunk off my ass too, Who couldn’t use a little physical contact? The farmer thought, as he lifted his gaze to the calm water in front of them. Shane’s brow softened.

After a few more peaceful moments, the farmer could hear footsteps a while away. Squinting, they could just make out Marnie on her way back from the Saloon. Once she was in view, the farmer waved her down, trying to stay quiet.

When she got over, his aunt tsked and gave the farmer a bit of a sad look as they both helped him stand and more or less dragged him to his room.

After he was settled in bed, the farmer joined marnie in the kitchen where the light was on. Coffee was almost ready. They exchanged understanding smiles.

Thanks for looking after him tonight. He’s just…he’s…

He’s a good guy.

You finished, smiling widely. Marnie smiled back, nodding

He is. He is a good guy. I’m so glad you can see that too.

Yeah. I just wished he could see that too,

The farmer said, crossing their arms and leaning against the wall.

He definitely sees the good in you.

Your eyes shoot back up, hoping your face doesn’t give away your excitement too much, but his aunt gives you a sly smile anyway, continuing,

He respects you and your business, and if you two get along, he could use a good friend. Or, Yoba willing, a love match!

She laughs out loud at your embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red now, while this man’s aunt reads you to filth.

Just teasing, sweetie. Really though, thank you. From him and me.

The coffeemaker dings and she turns to grab the cup.

Here, take this, to make it home.

The farmer thanked her and left, chugging the coffee as they went.

[rossalotus]

#Bkak Mess Sargent! Akaashi and Bugler! Bokuto

Pvt Bokuto loved his position as first bugler. His bugle had been his sole companion for a lifetime, the only constant in his five years at the army and most likely the only constant he would see in his next twenty five years in the army. He didn’t have a single memory of the time he didn’t know how to play his bugle. He had learned to play it in the army way when he first joined and he had learned to play it for the boy’s entertainment while they got drunk at the pub. 

He enjoyed the boy’s company but his favorite moments were the ones when everyone would have left the pub already, leaving him alone to play what his heart desired. His heart usually desired soft blues, the rhythm from his far away home, the soft and sad rhythm he carried within all the time but preferred not to let it lose, after all, he was a soldier, not a goddamn boy scout.

On a cold winter morning Pvt Bokuto rose early, as it was his duty, and made his way to the main barracks to play the bugle and wake everyone. That morning, however, he didn’t find the way empty as he usually would. That morning, someone stood in front of Captain Kuroo’s office.

Carrying a big bag, the blue-eyed man in uniform didn’t act as misplaced as he looked. He acted like he owned the place.

Like a man of rank, Bokuto thought.

“May I help you?” He asked and soon those cold blue eyes found him, gazing from head to toe, judging. 

“I’m Mess Sergeant Akaashi, transferred from company C.” He said after what felt like an eternity. His voice was low, deep and his expression didn’t change. Before Bokuto could reply, however, he heard steps from behind him.

“Pvt Bokuto, shouldn’t you be on duty?” Captain Kuroo’s voice came from behind him and Koutarou straightened his back, saluting.

“Yes, sir. On my way, sir.”

Kuroo smirked and nodded as Koutarou ran to take his post. 

Behind him, Koutarou heard the mess sergeant repeat the same sentence in the same tone and registered in the back of his mind just how sweaty he felt despite the cold morning and how pleasant it had been to meet such pretty eyes so early in the morning.

 Days passed and Koutarou’s routine hadn’t changed. Well, a bit. He started to pay way more attention to the man running the mess hall. How his voice never rose, how his long fingers moved around the pans with knowing agility and how food had significantly improved since he moved there. When before they only had meat once a week, now they had it three times and Koutarou loved the fact his favorite food was now being served more. 

He didn’t start to pay attention to the man’s every expression, he most surely did not spy for a smile though he didn’t find any, and he of course did not look forward to payday, when they would all go to the pub and maybe he could talk to the new mess sergeant. 

At least that’s what he told himself.

Payday came and Koutarou took his bugle to the pub, pretending his excitement had been due to their dismissal not from the chance to finally speak to the handsome sergeant. As usual, Koutarou stayed late, playing, chatting. But he didn’t see the sergeant. He watched as the last of the soldiers left and still couldn’t see any sign of the one person he wanted to meet.

I should have known, he’s probably with the Captain or the other higher ranks, he thought as he prepared to play again, this time to his own heart’s content.

Today, the songs came out especially sad but he didn’t mind. He could lie to himself and say he didn’t mind it but his music never lied. 

“What’s the matter?” 

A low but sweet voice came from a corner of the pub on his blind side and Koutarou turned to watch a flushed and clearly drunk sergeant Akaashi standing up and walking to him. He looked concerned and Koutarou watched him mouth-opened. Could this be the same serious man he saw at the mess hall every day?

“Are you ok?” He said, placing a hand on Koutarou’s shoulder.

Muted by his own surprise, Koutarou just nodded, unable to form words. The man frowned.

“Don’t lie to me. I asked to be transferred to your company because I heard you play here before. You always played a little sad, a little lonely but never like this. Did something happen? Did I get it wrong?”

Koutarou tilted his head to the side. 

“Get what wrong?” he managed to say, too puzzled by the situation and too unsettled by such cute, curious eyes so demanding on him.

“Meat. Isn’t it your favorite dish?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you sad?” He asked, pouting.

Had this been a little less, perhaps Koutarou could have come up with another answer. Had this been a little less, perhaps Koutarou could have hidden his blushing face. But this was too much to take: Sergeant Keiji Akaashi had not only transferred to the company because of him but had also known his favorite dish and heard the songs Koutarou thought he played only to himself. There was no brain capacity left in him to lie.

“Because I thought you weren’t here.”

The pout on the sergeant’s face turned into a soft smile as he took a seat right beside Koutarou and rested his head on his shoulder, clearly too drunk.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Your music is as beautiful as you are.” 

He whispered in Koutarou's ear and Bokuto took a moment to thank the universe for this. A second later, the mess sergeant fell asleep on Koutarou’s shoulder.

Pvt Bokuto knew this man would probably not remember this tomorrow, but he would. For now, that was enough.

[jesterdoodles]

vent post under the cut

i generally try to be a patient and supportive person, (something that used to be as easy as breathing but has gotten harder and harder over the years) but idk what to do with my alcoholic MIL anymore. there’s no patience, no pity, no sympathy left in me rn. she’s sitting in her room yelling and crying to the open air, obviously suffering, but all that comes to mind is “shut the fuck up and go to sleep”. it’s the random yells that really do me in. when there’s no words, just noise.

of course all of this is exacerbated by the fact she came home screaming about her lost phone, which i then had to track down for her. she thought it was in the car. it was not. it was at the bar, along with her fucking car, (even though she was “positive” she drove home) so I had to walk to the bar and drive her car home. the bartender said she’d gotten a ride from “some girl” and they were all just glad it wasn’t some guy instead.

she made a big deal 5 or 6 months ago about how her drinking is gonna kill her, and how sorry she was that she’s probably going to die sooner than later, and in the end she agreed to try cutting back. that’s clearly not going well.

…whenever shit like this happens i just want to slap her in her fucking drunken face and scream “you’re killing my husband’s mother, and i will never forgive you”.

but that wouldn’t accomplish anything, not for either of us.

i’m tired of watching her destroy herself, and even more selfishly, i’m tired of dealing with all the annoying and distressing shit that comes along with having a drunk around.

all i’ve ever wanted is a home that feels safe and calm, where voices are only ever raised out of excitement or joy. somewhere that feels good, and right.

i don’t want to do this anymore. however selfish it might be to be worrying about myself in this moment, i just do NOT want to do this anymore.

[im-anchan]

Quirks and Charms of Kochi Prefecture, Japan

This post is a bit of a throw back, to when the JET Program dropped me in Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan, back in 2018.

I’ll be honest in saying that I didn’t expect much besides rice fields and my single convenience store. I braced myself for the quiet countryside life and having an abundance of free time. And in a lot of ways Kochi Prefecture is a bit quiet and isolated.

But I definitely didn’t expect Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan to have so much personality. Kochi is like that weird uncle that nobody in your family wants to talk about, but then you meet him and he actually turns out to be a pretty cool (but quirky) guy. And Uncle Kochi did a few things in his youth that he is proud of. VERY proud of. And don’t you forget it.

1. Ryoma Sakamoto

Wait, who’s Ryoma Sakamoto? said no-one in Kochi ever. Silly foreigner, let me educate you.

Ryoma Sakamoto was an important political figure who helped overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate. Then, he got assassinated in a very dramatic way which was acted out for me by a very enthusiastic Japanese man. This is usually the furthest any actual historical explanation by a Kochi native ever goes, until they start explaining all the various places I can buy a Ryoma squishy keychain or see one of the many Ryoma statues. Oh yeah, and there’s also giant billboards with Ryoma’s face, a Ryoma museum, Ryoma plushies and more. Even the airport is called Kochi Ryoma Airport, the only airport in Japan named after a person.

2. Katsuo Tataki

Katsuo tataki, or seared bonito, is Kochi’s specialty, which I am often reminded of by Kochi people at seemingly random moments. Despite this, katsuo tataki is not in the least bit over-hyped. The bonito (a type of tuna) is raw on the inside with a delicious crust of seared fish on the outside. It’s served with ginger, green onions and tataki sauce. I don’t know what tataki sauce is exactly, but I could care less because it’s amazing.

You can get katsuo tataki in restaurants and supermarkets all over Kochi, but the most delicious is probably at the Hirome Market in Kochi City. I could honestly eat it every day. Dammit, I’m hungry now.

3. The Best Mascot in Japan

Speaking of katsuo (bonito), it’s time to talk about the best mascot in Japan, Katsuo Ningen. Here’s where the Kochi pride seems to falter a bit, which I don’t understand in the least. Katsuo Ningen is an ingenious concept for a prefectural mascot, translating directly to Bonito Human. Bonito Human is the real, official mascot for the prefecture of Kochi, and while many Kochi people seem to be ashamed of Bonito Human I am absolutely in love with it.

Once, I showed this picture to my 5th grade class. As the students hung their heads in shame, the teacher began apologizing that I ended up in the prefecture with such a strange mascot. “No!” I protested, “I love katsuo ningen!” I pulled out my katsuo ningen key chain and showed it to the class. It was the kind that you can squish and the eyes pop out. My 5th grade class hasn’t looked at me the same since.

4. Kochi Hospitality

But the best parts of Kochi aren’t its ‘famous’ figures and specialties. Since getting here I’ve been shown nothing but the warmth of Kochi hospitality (except for certain situations with my office, namely this one). At restaurants, just by striking up a conversation with the owners I’ve been sent home with boxes of fresh vegetables and snacks. My friend is close with a couple who owns a ramen restaurant, and when we went to eat there we were suddenly swarmed with free karaage (Japanese fried chicken), coffee, ice cream, and snacks until we thought we might explode. When my parents came to visit, a (pretty drunk) man ordered them rounds of beer and fried chicken and chattering endlessly about how he’s so glad that foreigners have come all the way to Kochi (my parents don’t speak a word of Japanese). One supermarket employee treats me like her long-lost friend every time I end up in her check-out line, excitedly asking me how I’ve been recently and teaching me random words in Japanese. My eikaiwa (adult English class) students invite me and the other American on adventures and one student even made me a katsuo ningen figure out of a cork.

All over Japan people are friendly, but everyone in Kochi seems more open and genuine than anyone I’ve met anywhere else. I spent a year there before moving to Tokyo in 2019, but to this day it was one of the most eventful and adventurous years of my life. Anyone who has a chance to get off the beaten track on their trip to Japan NEEDS to visit this underrated area.

[reimagine7]

Hot Lifeguard (Emily Sonnett x reader)

My first story. Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Opened for  suggestions.

It was just another day at work. Days like this were one of my favorites. Just a few people at the beach and less people in the water, that is almost the perfect scenario for a lifeguard. Because normally that means no incidents. My shift was almost over, just one more hour and I could go home to prepare for dinner tonight with my girlfriend.

Right now I am sitting at the cabbing along with Josh, my partner for the day.

“No fucking way” I heard Josh yell while loking at something through the glass.

“What? What did you see?” I asked “You’re not going to believe who just arrived at the beach” “Well, if you give me the binoculars I could see by myself.” “There is no need to. Look at the group over there.” He said pointing to a place in the sand “Okay, I’m looking but I’m not getting it.”

Just as I said that I saw a blond girl running a few meters at the sand and trying to do a cartwheel on the sand and failing miserably, ending with her butt at the sand. Yep, now I know of who Josh is talking about.

“Girl, that is the US women’s soccer team, seems like the whole team is in here.” He was really excited “Josh, clean it right here…” (I rubbed my hand on my chin and he copied me) “Why?” He asked, after seeing nothing on her hand “You’re drooling.” “Oh, fuck up.” She pushes me and keeps looking at the team, it wasn’t the whole team but is probably half of the girls.

“Okay, I’m gonna say hi. Do you wanna come?” Josh asked me “You can go, someone has to stay here and actually do the work.” Josh rolled his eyes but got the walktalk. “Fine, I would tell them you say hi, I’m bringing the walktalk” “Go there looser.”

I was just watching a few surfers at the beach, when I looked to my left and saw Josh coming back with the group of girls following him. He gave me a sign for me to come down.

“So Y/n these are the players from USWNT and girls this is Y/n.” “Hi girls, I actually know you all, I’m a big fan, you’re all badasses.” “Thank you. We heard that so was you.” Ashlyn said and Alex followed. “Josh here went to say hi and told us that his coworker was a woman and a badass so we needed to come check out.” “Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”

“For how long have you been working here?” Ali asked. “In this part of the beach not much, but as a lifeguard, 10 years.” The girls were shocked “Oh, 10 years? Sorry to ask but how old are you?” “25” “You can be a lifeguard while you’re 15?” “Yes. I was a good swimmer and at a young age I started to learn surfing, I always loved the water. So one day I got the opportunity to be a lifeguard at a waterpark near home, since then I never stopped. And soon as I had enough experience to be a lifeguard at the beach I moved and here I am.” Tobin spoke this time. “So do you also surf?” Before I could answer, Josh interrupted us “Oh yeah, this is almost like an unofficial rule to be a lifeguard, and Y/n is like the best here. Sorry girls, but I’ll go upstairs and check the beach” “Bye Josh, it was a pleasure to meet you.” The girls said and then looked back at me.

“I’m probably not that good, but yes I can surf.” “We would love to see that, it’s a shame you’re at work.” Tobin answered. “Isn’t your shift ending?” Emily spoke this time, I looked at her and the sun was hitting her face, making her blue eyes shine, she is so beautiful. “Yeah, actually. I have probably just one more hour left.” 

“So what about you meeting us after it and we can see how good you actually are?” Ashlyn asked me with a smirk. “That is a challenge Ashlyn?” “You can bet on it.” Ali smacks Ashlyn in the back of her head. “Ashlyn, you can’t go out challenging people.” “Just a moment girls.”

I interrupted whoever was saying, as soon as I spotted something on the ocean. I climbed the ladder from the cabin and called for Josh. “Josh!” “Yeah boss!” “Look at the water, 10 o’clock. What do you see?” “There is noth… shit looks like two people. Maybe kids. Go!” I jump in the sand and get the surfboard. “Sorry girls, and it’s a bet Ash.” I ran as fast as I could toward the people, wishing this day could end as good as it started.

As I was getting closer to them I noticed that one of them was a little girl, around 5 years old and the other was a boy around 12 years old. I was going as fast as I could but it looked like it wasn't enough. As I was about to get to them, the boy pushed the girl up, and sank. Fuck! 

“Help! Lucas!” I got the girl, put her over the board and tried to find the boy but he didn’t get back up. What should I do? I looked up and saw the girl was using diving glasses. “Can you lend me this? Okay, look, you see these ropes? Hold them as strong as you can and don’t let them go. I’ll get Lucas.”

I know it look like a stupid ideia, let the girl up there by herself, but if I wait for Josh to get here the boy could be dead. So I got in the water and dived trying to find the boy. I surf back up, check with the little girl, get some breath and dive back. I was almost giving up when I felt something on my left leg and when I looked at it was him. So I get his hand and rise back. “Lucas!!” I got back on the board, laid him down and asked for the girl to sit in front of me holding the ropes. He’s unconscious, I need to get to the beach as fast as possible.

I got to the beach and Josh was already there with the equipment and said he had already called an ambulance. I barely got that, the boy was my first priority, I looked up and saw the national team girls were close. “Hey little girl, you see these women over there?” She nodded. “Stay with them, for me to take care of Lucas okay?” She didn’t want to let go of him, must be her brother. Probably noticing my expression, Emily came over and got the girl, she started to scream. But my focus was somewhere else now. The boy wasn’t breathing, so I started the compression. “Come on, come on. Spit the water. Come on Lucas, you can do it.” I must be doing it for like 1 minute, but it felt like an hour, when the boy spit the water. “Good boy. Calm down, you’re safe now.” I put him on oxigen, and the ambulance arrived just in time as he regained consciousness. “Hey boy, what’s your name?” The paramedic asked. “Lucas.” “Hi, Lucas. My name is Daniel and I’m a paramedic and I’m going to help you okay? How old are you?” “12. Where is my sister?” “Hey Lucas, it’s okay, she is over there, stay calm okay.”

I looked back at the girl and went to calm her down. “Hey little girl, how are you?” She came running for my arms. “Lucas?” She asked while crying in my arms. “He is better now, you see? He is talking with the doctors now. Where are your parents sweety?” “Don’t know.” And as it was agreed the mother shows up. “Lucas? Lucy?” “Mom!” The little girl ran to the women's arms. “Where is Lucas?” “Hi Mrs, my name is Y/N. Lucas is over there being taken care of. Do you know what happened?” “No, I told them that I was going to get some water and when I came back they weren’t there so I started to freak out and I saw the comotion here.” They start to take the boy to the ambulance. “Okay, Mrs…” “Grey” “Mrs. Grey, they are taking Lucas to the ambulance right now, they will check on him, he drowned trying to save his sister, I’m going to explain everything to you until we get to the ambulance, can you just pack your stuff? Are you alone here?” “Yes, my husband is at work. And I already packed everything, it is in here.” “Good, come on. And I would like Lucy to have a check up as well, she hasn’t drowned but she could have drunk some water. We don’t want to take risks right?” With that I went up to the ambulance with the mom and then let the paramedics do their job. I hope the kid stays good.

I went back to the post and Josh was there. “What a way to end the shift right?” “Thank god, I found the boy under water. Otherwise it would ruin the day.” “Yeah, and the super boss shows up again to save the day.” “Stop.” “Fine, now get out of here. There are some people waiting for you. Go have some fun.” I had completely forgotten about them, time to go say hi, again. 

Emily pov

We were still excited about what just happened at the beach.

“She is totally a badass, she was just talking with us and still caught the kids drowning in the water.” Tobin said. “When she left the girl alone at the board I was like ‘what is she doing?’ and then she just got the boy under water, that was amazing.” Christen said “That’s why she is the boss.” Ali complement.

“Okay, but let’s not forget how hot she is. When she ran toward the water, it was just like we were in Baywatch, and her body. God!” “Kelley!!” “What Linds, is not like you don’t agree with me you were drooling watching her doing her job.” Kelley fought back. “I was not…” Lindsey said pouting, Megan put a hand on her shoulder and said. “Sorry Linds but you totally were. But that’s fine, she is hot as fuck and I think that half of the girls here were drooling, even the “straight” ones”.  She intensifies the quotation marks.

Then Christen intervened. “She also looks like a good person, she looks smart, determined and kind. You saw her with the little girl?” “Hey, I don’t have a competition do I?” Tobin protested. “Of course not babe, but she may be good for some other girls here. And watch out cause she is coming here.”

I looked behind me and Y/N was coming over, she had changed off her uniform and was now just in her swimming suit, a backpack and a surfboard. She was more beautiful, if that was even possible and hotter.

“Hey girls, my shift is just over. So I remembered that one of you challenged me on surfing. So I want to know if she is still up to it?” Ash stood up “Oh yeah, game on bitch. Tobs, Kell are you coming?” “Of course, let’s go.” Both of them replied.

Some girls went along with them for the water, others decided to take a walk on the sand and others were just going to lay and get a tan. Before Y/N followed the girls to the water she came near me. “So, beautiful, can I put my stuff here near you?” “I think so.” “Good, you’re not coming?” “Not today.” “Okay, be right back.” She winked at me and left toward the ocean.

I sat back in the sand and just watched her get some waves with the girls, she was stunning. Of course she was winning the challenge, but who cares, everyone was just amazed by her. 

I was contemplating her beauty when Moe sat beside me and asked. “So, are you gonna spill the beans?” “There is nothing to spill. Don’t know what you are talking about?” “You sure do. If you do nothing the others will keep flirting with her and who knows what could happen.” I look at her shocked. “It’s in your eyes Sonny.” 

An hour later everyone came back from the water and we went to play some footvolley. We paired everyone up and Y/N ended up being my partner. She was amazing at that and we had a lot of fun. She was flirting with me the whole time and I was hoping the girls weren't noticing it.

We stopped playing and were getting ready to leave, when Kelley whispered in my ear. “You better do something girl, she is flirting with you the whole day, everyone noticed. If you don’t do something we will.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She just shaked her head and went toward Ash and Tobin, whispered something to them and they went to Y/N.

“So Y/n, we had a lot of fun today and we really wanted to get to know you better. Tell us a little bit more about you.” Tobin asked. “Well, you already know I’m 25 and am a lifeguard. I graduated from the University of Virginia with a degree in exercise and sports science. I give surf classes for kids and I’m also a coach for some amatour surfer athletes. And I’m a sports lover.”

“Wait, too much information. You’re a surf coach?” Ashlyn asked incredibly. “Yeah? Sorry but you were the one who made the bet.” “That explains a lot.”

Becky was the one to speak now. “You went to Virginia? That’s awesome me too, so does Moe and Sonnett, but it doesn’t have a beach there.” “Yeah, I know. I took a pause from the beach while I was studying and worked at a waterpark over there.”

“I got a question…” Oh no, Kelley shut up. “Are you single?” With that Y/N wined her eyes and blush a little, she looked at me and then back to Kelley.

“No?” “You don’t seem too sure about that.” Tobin interjected. “I mean, no, I’m not single. But we haven’t told anyone besides family yet, so…” “Wait a second, so you’re not single? Are you sure? I’m way confused right now.” “Yeah, I’m sure. She actually loves soccer, she loves you guys.”

While the rest of the girls started asking other questions for Y/n. Kelley looked at me with a ‘sorry dude’ look. I understand why she was like that, I mean Y/n was indeed flirting with me, everyone was probably confused as to why she was flirting with me if she has a girlfriend. But they were clueless and I was having a lot of fun with it, so I decided to enjoy it a little bit more and so I spoke up.

“Hey Y/N we actually have the whole day off, so we were thinking of hanging out together and going out for dinner. What do you say? Wanna come?” Y/N looked at me with a intrigued look, but agreed either way. “Yeah, I would love to.” 

“Your girlfriend would be okay with that?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah she wouldn’t mind.”

“Maybe you can call her right now and talk to her just to make sure?” I said, Y/n was really confused right now, she was trying to understand what I mean with that. I just nodded and saw a smirk appear on her face. “Yeah, that will be great.” Some girls looked at me, don’t getting what I was doing. Christen added. “And if you want to invite her, you said she was a fan, we can surprise her if you want to” “Of course, it will be fun”.

Y/n got her phone and made the call. “So who is gonna talk?” Y/N look at me and I nod toward Kelley. “O’hara you think you can do it? She would love that?” Y/n asked “Of course. What's her name again?” “Oh, you don’t need that” She looked at her phone and back at me, I gave her a reassuring look as she started to talk.

“Hi babe. So I’m at the beach now, and there are some girls here that want to say hi to you.” She put on speaker for everyone to hear. “Hi. It’s Kelley O’hara here, and you are talking with half of the national team.” Silent went over the line, the girls started looking at each other and Y/n spoke.

“She is probably in shock, can you tell her about the dinner?” “Yeah, so we just asked Y/n if she wants to come to dinner with us and we also would like to invite you, so what do you say?” I waited a moment and answered on my phone. “I would love to, but I thought that as I was the one who made the invitation I was already invited.”

Everyone looked at me and then back to Y/n, they were in shock. Y/n has that stupid smile on her face that I love so much and answered. “That’s good babe, can’t wait.” We just kept looking at each other's eyes. Oh god, I love this girl so much. When Kelley yelled. 

“Wait a minute. Why did you call Sonnett?” “Well you asked for me to call my girlfriend. So I did.” Y/n spoke with a smirk on her face “The Emily Sonnett, this girl here is your girlfriend?” “Hey, what do you mean by that? I can’t date a hot girl?” 

With that I went to Y/n side, hugged her and she gave me a peck “And you let me, no, you let us, drool over you girlfriend and didn’t say a thing?” I couldn’t get the smile out of my face. “It was funny and I didn’t know yet if she was going to be okay with that.” “That is no excuse, you should have told me, it is not like I was going to tell the world.” Kelley complained and crossed her arms on her chest. “Okay Kelley, less drama. We are happy for you Sonny.” “Thanks Chris, someone here is mature.”

“Wait, does it mean that now we have to give Y/n the shovel talk?” Tobin asked with a serious face. “No!” I protest. “Sorry Sonnett, we have to, it's the team's rules.” Ash responded. “That’s okay babe, I can take it.”

“Fine, but only if Moe gets to be there.” “What? Why? Moe can’t hurt a fly” Becky said. “Because she will make sure you don’t scare Y/n away, she will be on her side.” “Why would she do that?” “Babe you can’t ask Moe that, just because she is my friend.” “Wait, Moe knew?” Kelley said, trying to look hurt. “Way to throw me under the bus Sonny.” Moe complained.

“Of course, she helped me with the plan of asking Y/n out. We studied together, you forgot?” “Of course you were all Cavaliers. That’s it Y/n you are coming with us for dinner, there is no space for debate. We need to see if you are good for Sonnett. Let’s go everyone” With Megan orders everyone start to go back to where the vans were. I got my stuff and I was about to follow the girls, when Y/n pulled my arm.

“Hey hot stuff, I missed you.” She passed her arms over my shoulders and I hugged her waist. “Hi babe, I missed you too. Sorry about doing it without asking you first. But when the girls pulled over and I saw which beach we were at and that you were here, I started thinking about it, and then you were so hot saving the boy, and the girls liked you so much, and they saw you flirting with me, so…” I was interrupted by a kiss. Y/n ’s lips were so soft and rough at the same time. The way she pulls me closer to her and deepens the kiss, I miss her so much.

“That’s okay honey. I loved meeting your teammates.” “What do you say about us skipping dinner? I really missed your lips...” I kissed her lips. “Your neck...” I kissed her neck, and started to touch her body. “I missed all of this, your body is perfect.” She gave a large sigh and pushed me away “Even though I would love to go to our house and make out with you for the rest of the night. I'm sure the girls wouldn’t approve of it. Let’s go, as soon as we get to dinner, sooner you can get this body.” “Nooo, I’m really regretting telling the girls today.” “The good point is that now you don’t have to sneak out anymore, you can always say you are going out with your girlfriend.” “Okay, but one last thing.” I gave her a passionate kiss, until we heard the girls yelling at us from afar. “I love you Y/n.” “I love you too Em. Now let’s go.” We intercalated our hands and walked to where the girls were waiting for us. This night was amazing and now I can say to the world that the Hot Lifeguard is mine.

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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Yandere!Heisenberg x F!Reader Part 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere behavior

This is part one and it is fairly tame, but next chapter and the rest (however many that is) will be very NSFW for sure! Just an idea that I had and needed to set the scene first.

(requests open)

Running a rag across the bar, you cleaned the remaining spills of the night. The pub’s radio crackling in the background as you finished your shift. You couldn’t be too picky after moving to the small town, and jobs were hard to find. There of course were openings as maids and other help in the castle nearby, but that thing gave you the creeps. Not to mention living where you work would be a questionable way to create a work/life balance. Hanging up your apron and placing it on the hook you made your way to the door.

“Have a nice night newbie!” The pub owner’s burly voice called to you from the back, finishing up the dishes from the last of the dinner rush. He was a nice man, no wife or kids, but to be honest was a caring enough person to be a father figure. Like hell you’d ever admit that. Besides the town drunks you had yet to meet a truly miserable person here. The people that did cause a scene were often thrown out and you never happened to run into them again. Perhaps in such a small town everyone knows everyone, and reputation has to be maintained.

Checking your watch, it was almost one in the morning. Nothing is open right now, but hopefully you could pick up fresh bread tomorrow morning. You told the baker about always having a hard time shopping and they were nice enough to allow you to ask them to set your order aside. Snow boots padded softly on the snowy stone path, just the light of nearby houses lighting the way. People said it was dangerous to walk around at night alone, but you never came to any harm. You carried a knife hidden in an inner pocket of your coat, but you only even brought that with you being worried about any of the wildlife you might encounter. The reason everyone was so scared to walk alone at night was supposedly to horrible howls they all heard. All things considered that was reasonable. The village was near large patches of wilderness for hunting, and having wolfs, bears, and other creatures is normal. You wouldn’t call any of those animals ‘horrendous beasts’, but drunks at the bar trying to scare you might.

Reaching your door finally you pulled the large metal key out of your pocket. As nice as the old style door looked, the key was a pain in the ass to carry around constantly. Your house wasn’t much, but it fit your needs. First thing you did was place your watch and keys in the bowl by the entryway. It was always easier to follow that habit than to be constantly looking for where you put it. Deciding that a bath was just the right thing for your aching feet, you went to run the bath. After filling the clawfoot tub just enough and topping it all off with a lavender bath bomb, you put your towel on the rack. As you gently lowered yourself down, the warmth of the water melted away your soreness. It was moments like this you loved, nothing to do but let yourself get lost in thought. You worked nights mostly, so there was no need to set an early alarm.

A good amount of time had passed when you heard a small bang coming from the kitchen. Alarmed you got out of the bath, quickly patted yourself off, and wrapped a towel around yourself. You didn’t see anything right away, but after looking closer your watch was now on the floor. Picking it up you looked it over, the glass was fine, but the leather strap had a few scratches near the end. Must have been those damn mice! They have been such a problem lately, it must have been those little thieves for sure. Last week it was your homemade cookies, a few days ago they had completely shredded a thank you card one of the locals had given you. Honestly, if you weren’t on such a tight budget as it was you’d consider getting the biggest cat you can possibly adopt.

A shudder ran down your dripping wet body as a gust of cool night air came through to interrupt your internal rant. Looking to the shutters they were once again open and flapping in the wind. You would blame their inability to latch on the mice too, but you knew it was just your reluctance to call a handy man and actually get it fixed. Realizing you were in nothing but a towel, you made haste to shut them, if the neighbors were going to get to see anything they should at least pay.

“Go off to a quaint village they said. It’ll be a relaxing life, they said…” grumbling you headed towards the bedroom to finally get some sleep. Slipping on a nightgown that went down just to your knees and tucking yourself into bed, you drifted slowly off to sleep. A distant howl barely audible echoed in the night.

You awoke with a start, eyes slamming open as screams filled the air. You got out of bed as quick as you could. Stumbling into the kitchen and slipping on your boots and coat before opening the door to see what the hell was going on. Immediately you were met with the sight of your neighbor’s neck being torn by a horrendous zombie-werewolf type creature that only barely resembled a man. You were told briefly of the place to go should some emergency happen. Without having time to think about it, your feet were already running towards the supposed safe spot. Bodies littered the street as you ran, the baker, the old woman… you stopped in your tracks. Although torn he was still recognizable, it was your boss, the one man who was kind enough to give you a position so you could get your new life started. Judging by his uniform he hadn’t even made it home after closing.

Before even coming to terms with this revelation, your leg was tugged out from under you. Falling onto the stone path you instinctively grabbed the knife stashed in your coat and stabbed the creature directly in its eyes several times. The creature stood, grabbing its face as it became blinded. Taking the opportunity, you booked it out of there. The house was now in your line of sight, the main gates wide open. With a sudden gust the gates slammed shut, a chain like a snake wrapped its way around sealing it shut. Still, you had to try, pulling on the gates with all your might but to no avail. Tears ran down your face as you fell to your knees. Not even the freezing snow on your bare skin could snap you out of this nightmare.

“Too bad, you almost made it! But don’t worry hun, I’ll take care of you now.” A deep voice came from above you. Slowly you tilted your head and were met with one of the town lords you had heard about, Heisenberg. Just as you had registered his face, the chain on the fence shot out and wrapped around your neck. Desperately your hands flew to your neck, helplessly clawing at the metal snake until your vision went blurry and darkness enveloped you.

“Sleep tight sweetheart…”

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Before opening your eyes, the smell of a garage hit your senses. Judging by what feel alone you could tell you were on a bed of some sort. Slowly you opened your eyes. It was a dimly lit bedroom, the bed you were on was more comparable to a cot and the sheets looked stained. Peering at your leg, you saw it was wrapped in bandages exactly where the beast had grabbed you, and a chain that connected your leg to a bed post.

“Well good morning sunshine! Sleep well? Quite the excitement you had last night huh?” the mattress shifted as the man sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Heisenberg?” Your voice was quite and unsure, still shaken from the memories of the night.

“So you have heard of me, great! And I certainly know you, known you for a while now.”

“What the hell…” you sat up quickly in bed and pushed yourself as far back as you could away from the man. Almost immediately the chain moved, pulling you down the bed. He towered over top of you, hand coming down next to your head. Chuckling he used his other hand to caress your cheek, rough thumb brushing across your lower lip.

“Don’t be trying to run like that, I know this is new and all but what’s the alternative? I send you back out there to get eaten alive? Don’t be foolish, I’m here to take care of you after all.” Looking into his glasses you saw your own face in their reflection, you knew that deep down this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

[levi-supreme]

Ten

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs dni. Hurt/comfort. Slight angst (but it's a happy ending!!!). Contains dark content - Slight power play (reader is Levi's superior), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of alcohol-induced violence (slapping, name calling etc.), cheating/extramarital affair (reader is married with a husband), one-night stand, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex. Reader was intoxicated but sobered up afterwards. Consensual sex. Description of scars on reader's body. Implied virgin Levi. Sub!Levi.

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: Here's my submission for @onyxoverride's Hellfire Collab!!!! Thank you dearest for letting me be a part of this wonderful collab!!! Remember to check out all the amazing works by the other writers!! Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

[23/01/2022] Made a few edits, added more warnings, and also cross posted on AO3!! Read on AO3 here.

Summary: Ten years has passed, yet Levi never stopped loving you. You never knew how much Levi meant to you, until you learnt the truth.

At 8:30 a.m. sharp, you reported for work at your new workplace, excited for what your new posting would bring. Last month, you received a work promotion, and accepted your new position almost immediately. Although you were required to transfer departments, you were thankful for this new job opportunity. Today was the first day of meeting your new colleagues in your new department, and you wanted to leave a good impression.

As the lift reached the 16th floor, its doors opened, and you stepped out immediately without looking to see if anyone was entering. You accidentally walked into someone’s path.

“Oomf, I’m so sorry—” “sorry, my bad,” you both said simultaneously as a stack of papers fell from the hands of the man you bumped into. Gathering them and looking up, you stared hard at the person you never expected to see.

“Levi?”

“Y/N?”

“What are you doing here?” Timing impeccable, the same words left both your mouth as the man looked puzzled to see you as well. Levi, you and your husband were friends from college. Being placed in the same freshmen orientation group, the three of you ended up becoming an unexpected inseparable trio. Despite knowing one another for almost ten years, it’s been too long since you saw Levi.

Since the incident that happened five years ago.

It was inevitable that throughout your friendship with the two men, love blossomed. It was mutual between you and your husband, but then, unbeknownst to you, Levi developed an unrequited love for you too. Your husband, being the oblivious idiot he always was, asked Levi for help to ask you out. Soon you both became an item, and three years later, he proposed, with Levi being his wing man.

After being married for two years, you started seeing cracks in your seemingly perfect marriage. Your husband always had drinking issues, even back when he was in college. Every time he drank, he would end up in a raging fit, scolding and picking a fight with anyone he saw. You suggested therapy countless times, yet they always fell to deaf ears. You thought you could deal with it, until the scolding became slaps and pinches instead. Every time your husband went to sleep in his drunken state, Levi was always there. He always picked up your calls within three rings, he always drove down to your house to make sure you were okay. He always stayed over, to protect you should harm come your way again. You were thankful to have such a supportive friend.

On that fateful night, your husband came home drunk again. He was stressed at work and vented it out on you instead. There were slaps and pinches this time, and your husband started calling you names again. He picked up the nearest object—a vase, and threw it your way. You were quick to avoid it, but the shards of broken glass pricked against your feet. You couldn’t take it any longer. You dashed out of your house and called the first person that came to mind.

As usual, Levi appeared at the playground near your house on short notice. He even brought along a thermos flask full of hot soup. How did he know you hadn’t eaten? Seeing your injured feet and swollen face, Levi went back to his car and took out his first aid kit, and an ice bag. Silently, you stared at the ground, letting your tears fall as Levi dressed up your cuts. Levi’s touches were so soft and filled with love, unlike your own husband’s. Where silence usually meant something wrong while you were with your husband, the silence was comforting and peaceful with Levi around.

“Hey,” Levi muttered while the cold night breeze danced. You looked up at him. The shadow of the moonlight framed Levi’s features perfectly. Levi looked so handsome under the moonlight. Since when was he this good looking? Or perhaps, why have you not realised that Levi has such beautiful irises, a high nose bridge, and porcelain skin?

“You should leave him,” Levi said matter-of-factly. You stared at him wide-eyed. You were not expecting Levi to say something like that. Was he being serious?

“I can’t Levi, he’s my husband. I can’t walk out on him.”

“He hit you. He never should have done that, but he did, countless times. I lost track of how many ice packs I have used on you,” Levi walked away from you and brushed his hair impatiently.

“Leave that jerk. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Levi, I can’t,” you followed behind him, gently tugging his sleeve, and urging him to turn around. “Where can I go? My parents don’t live here, I can’t go to his parents, there’s nowhere—”

“Live with me,” Levi blurted, not looking at you. The once comforting silence now felt like dead weight. 

“W-what did you just say?”

“I said, live with me. I’ll make you happier than he can.” Exasperated, Levi turned and you saw the look on his face. Levi looked at you with longing in his face, he seemed to have something to say.

You finally understood why Levi always acted that way; the concern he has, the way he took care of your needs above his own, the reason why he is always there for you. The realisation struck you. Levi is in love with you.

You were at a loss, unable to react. You never knew Levi held a torch for you, you assumed that he did everything because he treasured your friendship. Why didn’t you see it sooner?

“I lo—” “I’m sorry Levi, I can’t.” You cut Levi off before he could confess. Your thoughts and emotions were all over the place, and you couldn’t think straight. Your legs went autopilot and you ran off immediately, unsure of your destination. All you knew was that you needed to get out of there.

“Oi,” Levi snapped his fingers across your face, bringing you back to the present time. “You okay?” Levi crouched beside you, a look of concern evident. You quickly gathered his dropped papers and gave them back.

“I’m fine, thanks. Anyway, I transferred here. I got promoted and it was required to change departments,” you stood up, brushing dust off your bottoms. As though rehearsed, Levi reached out a hand for you to grab, just like the old days. “Thank you. What about you Levi? Why are you here?”

“I’m the deputy team leader of one of the departments here,” dropping his hand once you’re done, he awkwardly rubbed his neck. “Guess I’ll see you around then?”

You nodded and smiled at Levi, and subsequently parted ways. What are the odds of meeting him here? You clutched your heart, unsure why it was beating so erratically. Looking at your watch, it was 8:45 a.m. You quickly made your way to your office. There, you saw your Head of Department, a charming man called Erwin Smith, as well as, Levi? You mouthed his name, and Levi looked as surprised to see you again.

“Great, everyone’s here. Team, I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce you to your new Team Leader, Miss (Y/N)(L/N). Y/N, these are your men who will be under your wing.” Erwin introduced the four remaining members; Petra, Oluo, Gunther, and Eld. You shook their hands, and then looked at Levi who was standing next to Erwin, and a sudden realisation hit you.

“And here is your Deputy Team Leader whom you will be working closely with, Levi Ackerman. I believe you do know each other, you graduated from the same university after all,” Erwin made the both of you shake hands. You gave Levi a nervous smile. The world is indeed small, what are the chances of meeting under such circumstances again?

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Day one of work went pretty well. At 10:45 p.m., you unlocked the gates. The house was pitch dark. Strange, you thought. Your husband said he would be home by eight. His car was still in the garage, yet there was no sign of another person at home. Maybe he went for a run. You went for your shower, preparing to unwind. At 11:30 p.m., you heard the door crack. Your husband came home smelling strongly of alcohol and cigar.

“You didn’t tell me where you went,” you frowned, helping him with his blazer jacket. As he removed his necktie, you thought you heard him take a deep breath.

“One of my boys got into trouble, he accidentally said the wrong things and almost drove a potential investor away. I had to clean up after his shit. Sorry, babe, I should have told you earlier,” your husband gave you a kiss on your cheek and left for his bath. You shrugged, picking up his discarded clothing. Your annoyance with your husband nearly faded away, until you caught a slight whiff of something sweet. Did he spill a drink on himself? You hurriedly went through all his clothing, until the sweet smell came back again. You now recognised that scent; a woman's perfume, lingering on the collar of his shirt.

Why did he lie?

The next day, you went to work with slight dark circles under your eyes. The memory of yesterday night kept you awake.

“Oi, Y/N,” you heard a familiar voice. It was Levi, walking towards your office desk. Despite being the team leader, your new department adopted an open-office concept. You liked it this way, as you can interact with your subordinates better. You weren’t separated from the rest by the office walls, and also, you had a good view of Levi. Why did having a good view of Levi matter? You had no idea. You smiled, seeing his face.

“Rough night?” Levi said as he took his seat by his desk. As the deputy team leader, Levi’s desk was next to yours. It somehow comforted you, knowing that even at this new place, you had him by your side.

“Yeah, something kept me up,” rubbing your temples, you tried keeping your answer vague. The last thing you wanted was to bore Levi with your domestic issues. Levi raised an eyebrow, and silently placed a paper cup on your desk.

“Here, feel better already.” Levi looked at you, before turning towards the pantry. You opened the lid, and felt your heart soar. Levi bought you your favourite hot beverage. You felt the corner of your lips twitch upwards, excitedly taking a sip. Levi even remembered your exact order, and how you liked your drink to be. He remembered, you smiled to yourself as you took a second sip. Little did you know that Levi was watching you from the corner, his smile mirroring yours upon seeing your happy face. Levi knew something was up, but he decided to give you space. It has been five years since you last talked anyway. Maybe you both needed a little more time for the friendship to mend.

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Two weeks after transferring to your new department, you’re getting back on track. Your current team was made up of very excellent individuals who had their own weaknesses and strengths. Erwin Smith was also an extremely intelligent individual, who always challenged you to perform better each day. Most importantly, you had Levi with you. Though you still felt a little apprehensive around Levi, you were glad he treated you the same as before.

However, the downside was that your working hours ended later than usual. Back in your previous position, you had a standard 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. workday. Now that you’re a Team Leader, you often had to stay back for OT till about 10 p.m., and by the time you reached home, your husband would already be asleep.

You hardly saw him anymore, and hardly spent time together. On the contrary, you saw Levi more often than your own husband. You never told him that you were working together with Levi; he would jump the roof. Your husband never knew about Levi’s unrequited feelings for you, but you knew that he would be displeased.

During a particularly late work night, you only reached home close to midnight. When you were done unwinding, it was already one in the morning. Feeling the sleepiness creep over, you crawled into bed. Your husband was snoring soundly, despite you being absent from the bed. Just then, you saw his phone screen light up, and he received a message. Who could be sending him something in the wee hours of the night?

Curiosity got the better of you, and you quietly tiptoed to the bedside drawer, taking his phone. Unlocking the screen, you nearly dropped his phone in shock.

Hey sexy, my bed’s so empty without you… </3 when can I see you again?

Rage clouded your mind, and you felt yourself shaking. Your husband was sleeping with someone else behind your back.

The next morning, you went to work with slightly puffy eyes. Opting to wear your glasses instead, you were hoping none of your subordinates noticed this change. When you reached your office, everyone greeted you normally. You were glad since you didn’t want to be the topic of any discussion.

As you went to your desk, Levi was already there with his tumbler full of hot tea. Levi heard your footsteps and looked up from his desktop, giving you a small smile. However, you noticed that his smile slightly faltered. Did he notice?

“Did you cry last night?” Levi looked at you with concern. His mind wandered to what happened five years ago. Was your husband still hitting you when he’s drunk? Why did you not call him like before?

“N-nothing much, I was watching a touching movie.” You tried avoiding the topic, but somehow you knew Levi wouldn’t believe it.

“I’ve known you for 10 years, you think I would believe that shit? Tell me honestly.”

Sighing, you knew you couldn’t hide anything from Levi. He knew you like the back of his hand. Nervously playing with your fingers, you gulped before telling him: “I think… h-he’s seeing someone behind my back…”

You ended up telling Levi your suspicions from two weeks back; the lingering perfume scent, and that incriminating text. Levi didn’t know what to say, or what to do to comfort you. All he could offer was a shoulder for you to cry on just like before. It pained him to see you hurt again, he thought that after so long, things would have changed.

For the past ten years, Levi never stopped loving you. From the day he met you, even until now. Although you never saw him the way he wished you did, he always told himself that this was enough. As long as he could still be by your side, anything was good enough.

But how long more can he settle with just being ‘good enough’?

Every time you called him in the wee hours of the night, Levi’s heart ached. Every time he saw you cry, he wished he could take all the pain away.

Levi clenched his fists in anger. He wished he could do something, not just about your suffering, but also about his feelings. Ten years have passed and yet he still can’t forget about you. And now that the opportunity is present, Levi felt as though it is time for him to fight for you.

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It has been three months since you transferred in, and everything seemed to be falling into place. You found a new camaraderie with your subordinates, and your friendship with Levi seemed to be making its way back; as though the incident five years ago never took place.

Throughout the three months, your relationship with Levi has significantly changed. You felt more relaxed around him, and you found yourself relying on him again, just like old times. Levi was a dependable colleague and an even more supportive friend. The both of you started having dinner more frequently, catching up on the past five years. Not once during your conversation did you mention your marriage, and likewise, Levi didn’t ask.

You still loved your husband, no doubt, but the passion seemed to have died. You only saw each other during mealtime, and you both hardly talked anymore. Your husband also seemed distant for some reason. Intimacy with your husband became an all-time low, and the reasons he gave you were always the same few: “I’m tired”, “I have to wake up early tomorrow”, or “I don’t want to”.

Despite having a spouse, you confided in Levi often. You also didn’t fail to notice the cues of his feelings for you. Levi always seemed to look at you a little longer, his touches always seemed to linger. Just like before, he still put his needs above yours. You always felt like Levi never really got over you. Instead of feeling tormented, however, you were pleased and honoured that Levi never moved on. You couldn’t explain it, but deep down in your heart, you knew Levi was special to you too.

At 11:30 p.m., you reached home and found the house empty again. No note, no message. Your husband’s car was in the garage, yet he was missing. Your thoughts went back to that night three months ago, and you felt your legs go weak. Was your husband really cheating on you behind your back? With a head full of doubt, you went for your shower.

By the time you felt sleepy, it was already close to midnight. Yet, your husband was still not back. Your doubts turned into fear. What if he was caught in an accident? You phoned your husband, but the line was dead. Your nerves bubbled like acid. What went wrong? Rushing to the front door, your legs halted at their step.

There you saw, your husband looking perfectly fine and still in the attire he left home with. However, there was someone else beside him; a woman, to be exact. He was seated in the front passenger seat, an arm across her shoulder. They laughed and giggled, and then you felt like you were stabbed. Your husband reached his other hand and cupped her face, and landed his lips on hers as if there were no more words left to be said. Before he exited, he gave her another peck on her cheek. Waving goodbye, she drove away.

Rooted to the ground, you didn’t realise your husband was by the gate. As he stepped in, he greeted you like how he normally would, nonchalantly with a “hey”. Hatred and anger erupted, and you felt your resolve snap.

“Who was she?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoided your eye and walked to the refrigerator to grab a drink. Your patience was at its limit. You slammed the refrigerator door and stared at him with shaking fists.

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you outside. You were in her car, and you kissed her. Don’t try to deny it.”

“Oh, you saw us eh? Fine. You know what? That’s my new girlfriend. She gives me better sex than you do, and she spends time with me, unlike you.” Your husband turned towards you, grabbing your arm.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re seeing someone behind my back too. Own up, bitch.” He tightened his grip, and you started to wince.

“I’m innocent, I’m not seeing anyone,” you blankly told him. At the back of your mind, Levi’s face started appearing. Why were you thinking of him? “Let go, you’re hurting me.”

Your husband gave you a tight slap across your cheek and left for the bedroom. You chased after him, desperate to talk. You needed answers, you wanted a solution. However, you saw your husband packing his clothes into an overnight bag, and he stormed out of the room.

“Where are you going? We’re not done talking!” You cried, following his footsteps. “I’m leaving you, I’m done here.” That was the last thing you heard before your husband took the keys and left through the main door. You sunk to the ground, strength leaving your legs. You didn’t even bother to chase after him, knowing it was a futile attempt. Tears clouded your eyes, fear flooded your mind. All you could do now was to hate yourself and cry.

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“Oi.”

“Hmm?” You lightly hummed, eyes still glued to your desktop screen.

“Where’s your ring?”

“Oh,” you suddenly looked dejected, your thumb absentmindedly going to your ring finger where your wedding band should be. “We… We had a fight yesterday. Nothing serious though,” eyes flickering back to your screen, as though nothing had happened. Levi pulled your chair away from your desktop and cooked his eyebrow in disbelief.

“I know you’re lying. You will never remove your ring. So tell me, what happened?” Levi’s words sounded more like an order than a question, and for some reason, you felt compelled to answer.

“I… I saw him kissing her before exiting her car, Levi. I-I… I asked him about it. H-he—” you felt your tears starting to well up, and you hurriedly looked down at your feet, afraid that your subordinates would see you in this embarrassing state. Levi seemed to know what you were thinking too because he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the pantry a few metres away.

“You can talk now,” Levi pulled out a chair for you while he stood opposite you, casually leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. You ended up pouring your grievances out, sobbing noisily. Levi didn’t know how to react. On one hand, he was absolutely outraged at your husband’s infidelity. How dare he disrespect you and betray your trust by cheating on you?

Yet, Levi couldn’t help but feel that this could be his opportunity to finally make a move on you, to show you that he could be the one for you instead, that he would be a better man for you than your husband could ever be.

After sobbing into Levi’s handkerchief, you said your thanks through a blocked nose and raspy voice. You offered to wash Levi’s handkerchief before returning it, the least you could do for venting on him. Before you both decided to head back to your office, you had an idea.

“Hey, since it’s Friday, wanna go grab dinner together tonight?”

Dinner went on fairly smoothly. Since you asked Levi out, you gave him the option to choose what he wanted to eat. Levi knew you were still bothered by what happened between you and your husband, so he tried keeping the conversation light-hearted, and avoided anything that might potentially trigger you.

“The night’s still young,” you looked at the watch on your wrist as Levi and you exited the bistro. “Do you have any plans tomorrow, Levi?” Wanting to don your coat, you looked at Levi as you both walked along the pavement. Levi just shrugged, reaching out to hold your handbag. Muttering a small ‘thanks’ after wearing it, you halted as you took your bag.

“Up for drinks? I don’t feel like going back just yet. It’s probably empty anyway…” your voice drifted off, a heavy feeling crushing your lungs as you remembered how your husband took his overnight bag and left the day before. Levi saw the sadness in your eyes once more and nodded.

Settling for a bar on the outskirts, you were surprised to see it rather empty, being a Friday night. Levi settled for a mocktail since he was driving, while you straight up ordered your favourite. You had so much to say, yet you were unable to put them into words. Staring at your glass as though you were hoping it would swallow you whole, Levi looked at you with concern. Should he say something? Or should he remain silent? In the end, he settled for the latter and kept quiet while you downed glass after glass without saying a word, letting your tears fall.

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“Oi, wake up.” Levi shook your shoulders as you lay along the pavement. You ended up getting so drunk, Levi had to drag you out of the bar. Thankfully you didn’t break anything in your drunken stupor, however, you were no different from a log as you fell asleep on the pavement. Levi resorted to carrying you bridal style and made his way to his car. Placing you at the front passenger seat, he went looking for a bottle of water.

“Hmmm… wet… n-no… don't…” you were waving your hands around as Levi tried splashing water on your face.

“Good. You’re alive. Now let’s get you home,” Levi reached over to buckle your seat belt, feeling goosebumps appearing on his skin after you let out a breath against his neck.

“No… not home… I-hic-I don’t wanna…” you started sobbing again, unwilling to return to that empty shell of a home. You grabbed Levi by the neck and pulled him close. Once more, Levi tensed up and held his breath, willing himself to calm down. You ended up crying into Levi’s shoulder, and Levi had to remain in that awkward position; body bent forward and hovering above you, face dangerously close to yours. Your scent was radiating off him, and Levi felt like he was getting drunk too. His hands were hanging by his side awkwardly and after much consideration, he placed them on your arms.

“I’ll call your husband to pick you up.” Levi begrudgingly said, although he did not mean it at all. Your husband was the last person he wanted to see. He who caused all your pain and suffering, Levi wanted to break his face.

“No, Levi not-hic-not him, please,” you hastily looked up at Levi, fear running through you. Feeling his own heartbeat increase with every longing gaze of yours, he let out a sigh.

“Fine, I’ll bring you to mine.”

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It was hard fumbling with his keys with one hand, while the other held you close. Well, at least you were able to stand on both feet now, although Levi had to drag you. With your chest pressed against his arm, Levi wondered when his resolve would shatter.

Kicking open the main door, Levi manoeuvred around you to switch on the lights and sat you on the floor to remove your heels. Your head pulled to the side, and Levi had to carry you bridal style again. Inside his mind, he was wondering where to let you rest. Should he bring you to his room? Or should he leave you in the guest room? Levi was extremely particular about cleanliness. Yet, he didn’t want to deny you proper rest any further.

Levi’s feet automatically walked him towards his bedroom, and he placed you gently on his silky sheets. Feeling the soft material, you let out a groan and stretched, rolling to your side. Part of your top rode up, revealing a hint of skin. Levi cursed, not wanting to do anything against your wishes. You fell asleep on the bed for a good forty-five minutes, while Levi watched over you from the other side.

“Levi… it’s so hot,” you started whining, rolling around the bed trying to find a comfortable position. “Is the aircon on?” Pushing yourself upwards, your hair is a mess.

“Yes brat, it’s on. You’re burning up because of the shit ton of alcohol you drank,” Levi stood up and made the temperature of the room colder. Leaving the bedroom to grab a jar of water from the kitchen, Levi came back and was shocked to see your clothes on the floor. Left only in your undergarments, Levi did not know where to look.

It was his first time seeing you so raw and vulnerable, and so exposed. He recognised the scars on your arms, your shoulders, and your calves. The one on your left arm was caused by your husband pinching you. The one on your shoulder was caused when he hit you with his belt. Those on your calves were caused by the broken vase. He could feel blood rushing south for all the wrong reasons, and he clenched his fists, willing himself not to advance on you. As much as he craved touching you, he didn’t want to do it while you were intoxicated.

“Mmm, Levi, remove this…” you sat upright again, hands going towards your bra, trying to unhook it. Levi dashed towards you, grabbing your hands.

“Oi, stop, what the hell are you doing?” Holding your wrists tight, Levi stopped you from undressing even further.

“It’s uncomfortable, Levi, I wanna remove it,” you whined again, staring at him with doe eyes.

“You’re in another man’s house, brat. Stop stripping. You’re a married woman, so behave like one.” Speaking to himself more than towards you, Levi reminded himself that you were off-limits, and he shouldn’t be lusting over you.

“But you’re still in love with me, aren’t you, Levi?” Your eyes widened, speaking with more conviction. Levi stared at you in shock.

“What nonsense are you spouting now?” Looking away, Levi let go of your arms. He wondered when you had sobered up, and scolded himself for not realising it earlier. “Since when did you sober up, brat?”

“Since you said you’re bringing me to your house,” you looked at Levi sheepishly, feeling an odd sense of nervousness pooling in your belly. It felt weird, talking to your friend about his longing feelings for you while you were half-naked on his bed. Yet, this was a question you wanted to ask Levi a while ago.

“You’re still in love with me, right?”

“I’m not.”

“I can see it in your eyes, Levi. Don’t deny it,” you crawled over to Levi, holding his hand in yours. “I was hoping you would touch me earlier while I was lying down, but you didn’t. I don’t know why, but I felt so disappointed.”

“You’re a married woman, I’m not going to do anything towards you. Don’t worry.”

“In times like this, I’m no different from being single. I might as well get a divorce first before he beats me into it,” interlocking your fingers with Levi, you looked at him again. Levi had a war raging in his head.

“I know you want me. Why won’t you admit it?”

“I’m not.” Yes, y/n. I want you. I want you so bad. I want you with every fibre of my being.

“Stop lying, Levi, I see the way you look at me all the time. I just know it. You want to have me, don’t you?”

“I don’t. Stop it. You’re intoxicated. You don’t know what you’re saying.” I want you. All for myself. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.

“Please, Levi. I’m more than awake now. You know what you want, so do it.” Your face now inches away from Levi, you looked straight into his eyes. You knew that if you both took a step further, there was no going back. However, you had no regrets. You knew Levi like the back of your hand, and you trust Levi with your life. 

You don’t know how long I’ve been longing for you.

Levi took your lips by surprise.

The kiss was gentle, unlike what you were expecting. You tilted your head, melding your lips together. Soon, you broke the kiss to catch your breath, heart thumping wildly against your chest. You looked at Levi like a deer caught in the headlights. Levi, too, had his cheeks tinted red. The both of you remained silent, unsure of what to say. No one dared to make the next move. You were so close to Levi, you could count the lashes on his eyes, and Levi could feel your harsh breathing on his skin. You felt like you were a teen in love again.

And once more, Levi crashed his lips onto yours just as you hooked your arms around his neck, closing the distance. Levi’s tongue prodded your lower lip, and you gave in almost immediately. It was as though a spark had ignited in you. Everything felt so wrong, yet the pleasure you’re experiencing felt so natural, and so right. As your tongues battled for dominance, Levi gradually lowered you on his bed.

“You should have chosen me back then, and you would’ve been happier now,” Levi broke the kiss, his hands roaming lower down your body. Levi’s fingers lingered on your hips, drawing tiny circles. You thought you heard wrongly, but you were sure Levi’s voice cracked. Unknowingly, you felt tears pooling in your eyes too. “You should have left with me, five years ago.”

You hated to admit it, but Levi was probably right. If only you had the courage to accept Levi’s feelings for you back then, everything would have been different.

“I’m so sorry Levi,” stroking his cheek as he leaned down on your forehead. “I wished I could turn back time and spare you from all the pain I caused you.” You bit your lip, refusing to let your tears fall. Wordlessly, you stared into his gorgeous eyes again. Pain. Affection. Lust. Love. Hurt. How many emotions was Levi holding on to? How is it possible that even after so many years, Levi can’t bear to hate you?

Levi was silent again, clenching his fists that were now by your head. He felt blood rushing down south again, and he was not thinking straight. Levi didn’t know what to do, so he did what felt best.

He kissed you.

Again, and again.

His kisses were hot, like all the alcohol you had. It set your soul on fire, and it burned deep within. When was the last time intimacy felt so alive?

Levi’s hands were all over you; your cheek, your clothed breasts, your arms, wherever he could reach. You were getting impatient, your need being fuelled by Levi’s touch. Your hands went to his collar, unbuttoning his dress shirt bit by bit. He shrugged it off, and you flipped your bodies. Now lying on his back, you dominated over Levi. With your chest heaving, your fingers automatically went to your back. Levi, despite looking dazed, reached his hands towards yours again.

“I want to know if you’re being serious. You know if we both cross this line, we’re never going to be the same as before.”

“You know I want this as much as you do, Levi. Stop hesitating. It took me ten years to realise this, and I don’t want to wait for another ten more.” Off went your bra as you finished your sentence with a swift kiss, catching Levi’s lips in surprise. Now that your chest is bare, Levi refused to touch you. It felt as though you took a step forward, yet Levi retreated two steps back. Frustrated, you grabbed Levi’s hand and cupped your breast. If he was still having doubts, then this was the only way to show him that you were not afraid.

After so long, Levi finally lost the raging war in his head. Fuck it, the last thing that appeared in his mind, before his fingers started fondling with your taut nipple. While Levi softly played with your chest, you let out mewls of pleasure. If Levi’s kisses felt like fire burning on a cold winter night, his touches were akin to finding a bright light at the end of a tunnel.

You broke the kiss again, descending lower to Levi’s waist. Watching his face for any signs of hesitation, you undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Levi’s cock sprang out, finally free from its restraints. He was extremely well-maintained, unlike that husband of yours. An odd pang of sadness suddenly hit you when you imagined someone else doing this to Levi too. Pushing the weird jealous thoughts to the back of your head, you hollow your cheeks and took Levi in, tongue swirling around the tip. One hand gently cupped his balls while the other roamed up to his chest.

Levi seemed to finally give in, his furrowed brows slowly easing, his clenched jaw relaxing. Your slurping and grunts formed a harmonious melody with Levi’s soft whines, sounds you didn’t know Levi was capable of producing. As Levi weaved his fingers through your hair, you felt yourself getting wetter, the excitement bubbling in your core. You could sense Levi was near too, with the constant thrusting of his hips. Using your hands to stroke his cock, you needed to know the answer to your burning question.

“Have you done this… with anyone before?”

Levi looked at you, shocked at your unexpected question. You wanted to slap yourself. What a way to kill the mood.

“This? Uh, yeah. B-but, anything more than this… no,” Levi replied nervously, worried that your impression of him might change, worried you might stop whatever you’re doing. As selfish as it sounded, Levi loved the feeling of your tongue on his cock, and absolutely revelled in your touches and kisses. He’s never done anything more with anyone, and Levi always wondered why. Perhaps, he is reserving it for you, to show him his very first time.

You felt betrayed. Levi wasn’t yours, however, you couldn’t help but feel that way. Another wave of jealousy clenched your insides like a vice, unwilling to go away. Your pace on his cock hastened, rougher by the second. Gradually, that odd sense of jealousy turned into a drive. Your fingers started to circle your clit, feeling your own wetness. You moaned against Levi's cock, tasting a faint hint of precum. Alternating between sucking and palming, you wanted Levi to forget whatever encounters he had in the past. 

Levi sensed something was up too, surprised but not alarmed by your change of pace. He caught on to the fact that you were moody after he told you this was not unfamiliar to him. Sensing his fast-approaching orgasm, Levi had an idea, an unspoken desire.

“W-wait,” Levi sat upright, your mouth still on his cock.

“I want to finish inside you. Is that…okay?” Locking eyes with you, you felt a tide of relief flood through. "It's my first time, a-and… I-I want it to be you." Levi was extremely nervous, to say the least. On the other hand, Levi can’t wait for you to give it to him; to make love with you, and experience the euphoria it brought.

You removed your underwear and climbed back on the bed. This was it, the point of no return. You knew that if this happened once, it will happen again. Yet, with Levi by your side, you had no regrets.

Slowly, you lowered your soaking cunt on him, feeling the sinful stretch. It’s been a long time since you had sex. As you accommodated Levi’s size, you felt Levi’s hands roam up to your soft mounds, squeezing and playing with them. Once he bottomed out, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Levi felt so good, fitted so well. You knew Levi felt the same way too, as he closed his eyes and moaned in delight.

“You can move,” he muttered after a long while. Softly grinding your hips, the friction between your bodies was driving you insane. You increased your speed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Levi’s cock deep in you, hitting all the right places. Levi had an arm wrapped around your waist. As he brought you closer, you felt yourself leaning on Levi; chest to chest, eventually face to face. The closeness of your bodies ignited a newfound longing in you, especially with Levi’s cock hitting deeper. Your walls clenched, feeling the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. Levi, too, was feeling out of this world. The heat of your skin, the ghost of your touch. He had waited so long for a moment like this.

Locking eyes with Levi, you felt hot tears pooling in your eyes again. Maintaining your rhythm on his groin, you cradled Levi’s face. Levi leaned into your touch, hips matching your pace. Your bodies were in sync, your hearts were at the same place. Your souls were bound together not by string or thread, but by fate.

“I-I’m close,” you heard Levi say. Never leaving his line of sight, you pressed your forehead against his. 

“Me too.” Your lips landed on his again, and Levi tightened his hold around you. You felt so loved and so safe, you never wished to leave this place. With a final thrust, Levi grunted out loud and came undone inside you, his hot semen filling you deeply. Your high followed after a few seconds, grinding and moaning with a soft cry. You wanted Levi’s first time to be perfect, and today was nothing less than that. Catching his breath, Levi’s fingers gently caressed your sweaty face.

“I love you,” the words Levi held back for so long were finally being said; the words he didn’t have the courage to say back then. Softly kissing him, your lips quivered before saying it back.

"I love you too, Levi.” With a smile, you felt tears stream down your face. “What’s going to happen now?” Levi gave you a shy smile.

“My offer five years ago still stands,” sitting upwards, you hooked your legs around Levi’s waist. Interlocking your arms around his neck, you felt your heartbeat race again.

“Live with me.” You could sense the sincerity in his eyes. Back then, confusion, anger, and hurt were all that plagued your head. However, this time, you were determined not to make the same mistake again. Leaving a fluttering kiss on his forehead, you took a deep breath and smiled before you said:

“Okay.”

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 3}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

Word Count: 2807

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Poseidon

– God of the seas, earthquakes, horses and tidal waves

Aelin had moved past hurt.

Now, she was just pissed.

It was nearly ten o'clock after her second day of classes and she sat cross legged on the couch with Lysandra in her apartment.

Her roommate had been a worthy rant partner thus far. She’d kicked Aedion out and supplied Aelin with an endless supply of alcohol.

“It’s official. I’m sitting in your Thursday class.”

Aelin groaned, taking a long drink from her wine glass. “Don't remind me that I have to go back there, please. The thought of sitting through an entire semester with him as my teacher… Oh, gods.”

Lysandra refilled Aelin’s glass.

“You’ve done the hookup thing before,” Lysandra said, shrugging as she took a drink from her own glass. “Just pretend this is one of those situations and he meant absolutely nothing.”

“That’s impossible, for two reasons,” Aelin said, adjusting the pillow she had squished between her legs. She held up a finger. “One, it’s not like the regular hookup situation where I might see him across campus or in a bar and we can pretend we don’t know each other. This is my professor we’re talking about.” She took a very large drink of her wine and held up another finger. “Secondly, it was supposed to be a hookup, but then he turned out to be perfect and I just…” She let her head fall back against the cushions. “Do you think I just want him because I can’t have him?”

“Maybe,” Lysandra admitted, but she hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. She and Aedion had been inseparable since high school. “What does your gut say?”

“I don’t know, they’re still in knots from where he rearranged them with his huge dick,” Aelin replied, draining her wine glass.

Lysandra nearly sprayed her wine across the couch, but she knew Aelin was well and truly drunk if she was talking like that.

“So, he still means something to you, then?” Lysandra asked. “Even after you found out he’s your professor, and also a little bit of a dick, apparently.”

Aelin shot her a look. “No, I’m drunk off my ass because he means nothing to me. Have you not been listening?”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been listening. But, after two hours things just start to blur together and not make sense.”

Aelin hit her roommate with her pillow.

Lysandra only laughed. “Maybe sit and think on it for a few days, yeah? Maybe it’s new and exciting and he’s hot as hell, but all that will fade if it meant nothing.”

Aelin nodded, slowly, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. “And if it doesn’t fade? If it actually meant something?”

“If it actually meant something, then he won’t be forgetting about you any time soon, either,” Lysandra said, sipping from her glass.

She was still on glass #1.

Aelin had lost count of how many glasses she had drained so far.

“Doesn’t make it any easier now,” Aelin said, that hurt creeping its way back in. “You should’ve seen him, Lys. This morning, at his apartment, it was just…perfect. Then when he saw me in class, he was a completely different person.”

“Have you tried to see this from his perspective, Ace?” Lysandra asked, standing and heading into the kitchen. She handed Aelin a cold water bottle when she returned, falling back onto the couch next to her.

“Of course,” she snapped, opening the lid. “And I get it, it’s a big deal, but it’s not like I’m underage. I’m twenty-one, not sixteen. It’s not like he broke the law.”

“No, but I’m sure there’s a bylaw somewhere in his contract that says Don’t fuck your students,” Lysandra drawled, tucking her legs between her.

Aelin mumbled, “I bet it doesn’t say exactly that.”

“No, I’m sure it’s more along the line of inappropriate misconduct, but if we’re getting specific, it wouldn’t be hard for me to find an example,” she replied, leveling Aelin with a stare.

“Calm your pre-law ass down, I get it,” Aelin sighed, drinking from the water bottle. “His aunt is the president of the university. I wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble with her.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened. “He probably just got scared. I hear he’s a new professor. This must be his first year here. Hell, if he’s as young as you say, this must be his first year anywhere.”

Luck. He’d gotten the job purely out of luck, out of his connections to the university, and here Aelin was, jeopardizing his career as soon as it began.

“I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” She asked, quietly, before draining her glass.

“You have the right to be hurt,” Lysandra said. “I’m not saying you don’t have that right, because I’d be hurt, too. But, I definitely think that this is complicated as hell.”

Aelin nodded, and took a drink of water before pouring the last of the wine into her glass. “We’re going to need another bottle of this, Lys.”

“I would just take you to the bar,” Lysandra said, “but I wouldn’t want to risk you fucking any of the other faculty.”

Aelin’s eyes snapped to hers.

Lysandra sucked in her lips to stop her grin. “Too soon?”

Aelin nudged her best friend, unable to stop her sputtering laughter. “Bitch.”

Lysandra caught her before she leaned back across the couch and held onto her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I know this sucks, Ace, and I know you liked him. But just give it time. Either you’ll move on, which I can always help with, or something will happen. It’s not like you won’t be seeing him every other day.”

She sighed, resting her head on Lysandra's shoulder. “I know… I know.”

Lysandra reached for the remote, turning the television on. “What would make you feel better? Sappy love story, trashy reality tv, or a horror flick?”

“Trashy tv,” she decided, if for no other reason than it would be easy for her to block out while she still wallowed in her own misery.

Lysandra did as she was told, refilling Aelin’s glass again, and she thanked her best friend.

All the while, Aelin wondered how pissed Rowan was, or if he was feeling the same way she was.

*

A knock on Rowan’s door around nine-thirty had him closing his laptop and throwing it open. He groaned when he found Lorcan on the other side, walking back inside and leaving his best friend to let himself in.

“Alright, fill me in on Little Miss Perfect you took out last night. She was all you could talk about this morning, and then boom.” He sat down on the couch next to Rowan, noticing the half empty bottle of bourbon and looked at him. “Radio silence for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t you be going home to your girlfriend?”

“She’s out with Manon,” Lorcan said, blowing off the question. “I’m bored, so talk.”

Rowan sighed, pushing himself up to go into his kitchen. He came back a moment later, two glasses in hand. He supposed he couldn’t continue to drink out of the bottle with company.

After handing Lorcan a half-filled glass, Rowan said, “It’s just not going to work.”

“You decided that quickly,” Lorcan muttered, his eyes remaining locked on Rowan. “Did you google her after she left? Find something cringeworthy?”

Rowan sipped from his glass. “She’s just not who I thought she was, that’s all.”

Lorcan scoffed. “You’re being vague.”

Rowan shrugged. That seemed to be the only answer he was going to give him.

“So what?” Lorcan asked, crossing an ankle over his knee and swirling the contents of his glass. “She lied and you caught her?”

“No, she didn’t lie,” Rowan said, dragging a hand down his face. “But it can’t happen. So it won’t.”

Lorcan raised one dark eyebrow. “First you say won’t, now you say can’t.”

Rowan emptied his glass. “What about it?”

“Well, which one is it?” He asked, leaning back. “Those two have very different meanings.”

“It can’t and it won’t,” he replied, giving Lorcan a pointed look.

Lorcan snorted, but took a drink from his own glass. “You act like she’s one of your students.”

Rowan didn’t say a word. He only stared at his closed laptop.

It took Lorcan a few seconds to understand Rowan’s silence. And a few more before he figured out how to make his mouth work.

And when he did, he started laughing.

“Are you kidding me, Whitethorn?” He asked, clutching his stomach. “You fucked your student?”

“Fuck off,” Rowan muttered, refilling his glass.

Lorcan was hardly able to breathe. “It was your first day at your first big boy job, and you already found yourself in bed-.” His words faded away as his laughter consumed him.

“It’s not like she’s some freshman,” Rowan snapped. “She’s about to graduate. Twenty-one. I just…” Rowan groaned as his face fell into his hands. “Someone had recommended the bar to me and told me the faculty hung out there a lot. I just assumed she was one of them, since she was the one to suggest the place.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Lorcan continued, still laughing. “But, people in their twenties don’t often land jobs at renowned universities. You’re the exception.”

Rowan continued to drink.

“Alright, alright,” Lorcan continued, taking a deep breath. “You’re five years older than her, so what? I’m four years older than Elide. Once you both hit twenty, age is just a number.”

Rowan shot him a look. “She’s a student, Lor. Maeve will fire me in a heartbeat over any sort of misconduct. This…” He just shook his head. “This position is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I probably shouldn’t even have. I can’t ruin it.”

Lorcan knew full well how harsh Rowan’s aunt could be. Before she’d become president of a prestigious university, she’d been the dean at the boarding school he and Rowan had spent their adolescence at. “So either move on or be careful and don’t let her find out.”

Rowan blinked at his friend. He was being so casual about this, when Rowan was freaking out both inside and out, which had required a two hour gym session earlier to calm his nerves.

Lorcan sighed and set his glass down. “Look, I really don’t see the issue here. She isn’t using you to pass the class, right?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to Rowan, but he remembered the look of pure and utter shock on her face when they’d seen each other in the classroom. “No, it’s a basic gen ed. Plus I really don’t think she’d ever do that.”

Lorcan nodded. “Right. There are much tougher classes she could try and sleep her way through.” At Rowan’s simmering look at his choice of words, Lorcan held up his hands in placation. “I’m just saying, make sure she’s actually doing her homework and studying for her and don’t let Maeve find out.”

Rowan hesitated, but when his lips opened, nothing came out.

He liked Aelin. He really, really liked Aelin. And, yeah, it had been much more than a hookup. When he’d woken up that morning next to her in bed, he felt a sense of peace and satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Then again, the way he’d snapped at her that morning, knowing that she had only said what she had out of anger - even if she had been correct - would be difficult to come back from.

Rowan had completely shattered her. He saw it in her eyes before she left.

“I don’t know,” Rowan said, at last.

Lorcan groaned before pounding back his drink and pouring himself another. “You’re always going to be the one to stand in the way of your own happiness, Whitethorn.”

He refrained from saying anything. Lorcan had always been the one to hop from girl to girl, while he had always been the one in a committed relationship. After his last relationship had…ended, he hadn’t wanted anyone for a while.

Aelin was the first spark he’d felt since.

“You’re into her,” Lorcan said, staring up at the ceiling to avoid any sort of eye contact while he said something nice. “I can tell. And, if you don’t go for it, you’re going to regret it.”

Rowan knew he was right.

Of course, he was right.

And yet, this job was the first job he had been granted in his field since graduating three years prior with his degree in mythology. Yeah, he may have gotten it because of Maeve, but that didn’t make it any less important to him.

He had the chance to get students excited about something he loved, something he was passionate about.

“Go home to your woman or shut up and turn on the TV,” Rowan muttered, downing the contents in his glass.

Lorcan only snorted and grabbed the remote, fulfilling Rowan’s wishes.

*

Aelin awoke the next morning with a slight headache and the same dull ache in her chest.

Knowing she needed to move, workout the bad vibes, she tossed up her hair and put on her workout wear before jogging to the gym.

She was still regretting signing up for even one eight am classes, and was thankful her Friday’s were free. She was looking forward to some much needed sleep, which was a lost cause right now.

When she was packing her gym bag, she decided to go straight to class after a quick shower, so she tossed it into a locker after she arrived, locked it up, and put her ear buds in.

The gym was still pretty empty this early, since it wasn’t even eight yet, and most people were too focused on their own workouts to pay attention to those surrounding them. Aelin was grateful for the distraction the gym would provide, and for the physical outlet, as well.

She was just finishing up a mile run on the treadmills when she felt eyes on her. She could tell she was being watched, but didn’t want to look around. Whether it was someone ogling her from across the room or someone from one of her classes, she wasn’t in the mood to make small talk and made her way over to the machines, starting on her legs first. She cranked her music up and kept an eye on the time on her watch.

When there was about forty-five minutes before her first class, she put the free weights she’d been using back in their home and turned to head to the locker room for a much needed shower.

And found who had been watching her during her workout.

Green eyes bored into her own and Aelin felt a blush rising in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the amount of energy she’d exerted this early in the morning.

Ignoring the voice inside of her head, Aelin stopped in front of Rowan, and nodded. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. His t-shirt clung to him, and it was a fact that Aelin could not ignore.

“I was just going to get ready for class,” she said. “Excuse me.”

She swept past him, but his voice pulled her up short. “Aelin.”

She stilled, and slowly turned around to meet his gaze.

“About yesterday,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. Aelin found the gesture somewhat charming, although she wouldn’t admit it. “I’m sorry. I…didn’t handle the situation right. It all took me by surprise and I reacted poorly. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she said, looking away from him, down at her feet. “I said some things I didn’t mean. I’m…not proud of it.”

He shook his head. “Let’s just…pretend all of it didn’t happen, yeah?”

She swallowed roughly. “All of it?”

Rowan sighed. “Just because we apologized doesn’t change anything, Aelin. You’re still my student.”

She nodded, not looking at him. “Right. No. I get it. I have to get ready for class.”

Making to slip around him, she got two steps away before his hand wrapped around her wrist. “Aelin, I’m… I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t— I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Daring to take a chance by looking back at him, it nearly destroyed what was left of her when she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “But wishing doesn’t change anything, does it?” Aelin pulled her wrist free. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Rowan said nothing, but she saw that her shot landed in his eyes.

She shook it off, though, hurrying away, toward the showers.

Aelin knew one thing was for certain: no matter how much she cared for Rowan Whitethorn, there would never be anything between them.

Even if she wanted there to be.

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humph; han seojun (pt 5)

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story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note:  this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k

words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.

why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school. 

can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.

memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend. 

not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.

seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.

you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house

quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.

kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?! 

kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)

your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.

you: ew no please just save me from here okay?

the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation. 

i need to get outta here

but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room. 

after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious. 

“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.

“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.

“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.

what if he knows?!

from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss. 

after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.

“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.

“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,

“what the hell!”

han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,

“i had to do an experiment.”

“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”

more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,

“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”

acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.

“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”

when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh. 

he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,

“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”

“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,

“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”

the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you. 

but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”

of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”

“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.

“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.

unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,

“it was.”

your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his. 

hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.

breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”

after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.

“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.

“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”

“i didn’t know you had this.”

“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”

“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,

“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”

“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.

“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,

“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”

_

brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.

“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.

“what?”

“like strawberry lip balms.”

“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.

“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.

when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.

“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“

juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.

“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.

“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“

“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.

although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,

“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“

seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.

_

running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally. 

you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.

in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor. 

too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,

“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.

“running late again, zombie?”

you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.

completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,

“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,

“is this yours?”

“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer. 

and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class. 

he’s about to lose his mind. 

_

patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?

frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,

“do you know where y/n is?”

“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.

“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,

“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.

“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”

“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,

“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”

hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.

“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,

“good job.”

“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”

“as expected, cupid team never fails.”

_

seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor. 

eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.

while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while. 

hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure. 

letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,

“you scared me. again.”

“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.

“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.

“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”

“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.

after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. 

it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.

he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.

thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips. 

absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)

last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.

now he’s completely aware of his actions.

instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones. 

and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.

firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.

before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,

“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”

“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.

“strawberry taste.” 

his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”

seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”

“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,

“what do you mean?”

“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“you-”

“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”

“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.

“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”

“you succeeded.”

“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”

taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,

“i like you too, seojun.”

seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.

“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.

“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.

_

the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.

“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.

therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”

“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.

“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.

“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”

both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, seojunnie.”

that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.

and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.

_

the end!

this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,

your writer renjunes

[popsbridgerton]

Coming home again - Chapter One - A.B.

First of all, thanks to all the 116 people who liked the prolog and to those who sent a comment or a message or reblogged it. This means so much to me. Getting over 100 always feels amazing. So thanks to each and everyone. 💕

In this Chapter you get a little bit more of Benedict than of Anthony but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Feedback is always appreciated, doesn’t matter if it’s just a little note or even just one word I’d love to know what you think - even if it’s bad. Don’t hesitate and fire away. 😊

Words: 1300+ Note: Hadn’t proof read it yet, so sorry for any mistakes.

Summary: It’s the first morning after you arrived. Benedict who wasn’t there at the evening is extremely happy to see you and can’t let the opportunity to make his brother jealous slip away.

Prolog

The next morning arrived and your abigail helped you to get dressed and prepared you for breakfast. The day before were much more exhausted than you thought it would. You had an amazing dinner with the Bridgertons and then you all talked and enjoyed each other’s company while you remembered old stories. So, it came, that you were the last one to arrive at the room this morning, while all Bridgertons and your mother already sat on little sofas and chatted to each other or did some handwork or other stuff while they drunk tea and ate cookies.

“Good morning.” You half shouted when you arrived at the room and looked through it, smiling at everybody and when your gaze met your mothers you nodded shortly. “Y/N!” Benedict shouted and jumped up from his little sofa to come to you, arms wide open to hug you right when he would be close enough to you. “Ben!” You returned and looked at him, a big smile on your face, since it was to first time you saw him. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, yesterday. But I had some plans I couldn’t cancel.” He said and pressed you softly against his chest. “I heard about that. Some kind of exhibition?” You asked when you moved back again. Benedict raised an eyebrow and tilted his head before he nodded. “Yeah, some kind of exhibition.” He said and turned half around to look at Anthony who sat in his sofa but looked down immediately when Benedict had moved and pretended not to know anything. His legs were crossed over each other and his upper foot was bobbing.

You and Benedict went back to the sofa he had jumped off, but he sat down next to Anthony and you sat down on the empty sofa at the opposite, he had sitting on before. Anthony looked up from his newspaper and smiled at you, which you returned and then he got back to reading, while Benedict looked excited at you. He couldn’t wait to hear what you were going to tell him. Indeed, you had been best friends with Anthony when you were small. But also, you and Benedict were at the same age, so he spent most of the with you two as well and you became somehow a gang of three. You always being closer and more personal with Anthony while making fun and enjoying things was always easier with Benedict.

You poured yourself some tee and took one of the cookies before you looked up at him and smiling and raising a brow as if you would like to ask what he would like to know. “Tell me everything!” He said and placed his arms on his tights. You looked at him in surprise and took a sip of your hot tea. “Everything?” You asked back and placed the cup back on the table. “That’s quite a lot, Benedict.” You finished with a small grin on your lips. “What if we start with you, telling me how the exhibition was and how your drawing is going?” You raised a brow again and smiled at him, moving back to lean against the pillows. Anthony looked up from his newspaper again to see Benedicts reaction, but his brother only leaned back as well and pursed his lips.

“Well,” he started, and Anthony looked back to his newspaper, but you were sure he was listening. “it was good. I had some very interesting talks. It was very inspiring as well. I could talk to some Artists and they gave me some to tips how I could work on my lines.” He stopped and thought about what else he could tell he. “So that’s how drawing is going. I have to improve on my lines.” He finished his words with a little nod while he still looked at you. You were about to bite into your cookie, but you stopped. “Can I see them?” You asked and moved the cookie back down. “He never shows anybody.” Anthony stated, still looking t the newspaper in his hands. “Well then,” you returned. “It might be a perfect opportunity to make your brother jealous.” You tilted your head looking from Anthony to Benedict with a look on your face that supported your words. A little “pha” escaped Anthony’s lips like he would like to say that Benedict could never made him jealous but all of you knew that he could and since Benedict loved to play little games on his older brother he smiled and tilted his head. “Seems like it is, indeed.” And with these words he grabbed a little sketch book that was laying on a table next to him and moved over to you to sit next to you. When Anthony realized that Benedict stood up, his look moved up as well, while his eyes became darker. Benedict would show you his drawings and it made him jealous indeed. It didn’t bother him, that you would see what Benedict drew and he would not. He didn’t care much about his brother’s drawings. It bothered him that Benedict did something for you, he never did for anybody else. As if you had wrapped him around you little finger and worse you enjoyed it.

You and Benedict instead got a little closer together so you could see the drawings in his sketch book, and you were starting to talk about his lines and the things he drew. Anthony stared at you for a little longer, his eyes getting darker and his features getting more furious but then he covered his face with the newspaper and read the lines without knowing what he was reading. His ears still tried to hear what you and his brother were talking.

“That’s it.” Benedict said after a little time and clapped the papers of his sketch book together. “So, Miss Winterbottom, what’s your passion?” He asked and turned his head to face you. “My passion?” You repeated the question again and titled your head while you were looking at him. A small smile started to play around your lips. “My passion is fashion.” You said like a little melody and Benedicts brows went up while he still smiled as well. “Your passion is fashion?” He asked and repeated the melody you were using before. “Indeed, my passion is fashion.” You repeated again with the same melody and giggled a little. This was always the two of you. Making fun of the smallest, tiniest things and enjoying them so long until everybody else is annoyed as hell. And indeed, you could hear Anthony groaning when Benedict again with the same melody said, “How interesting that your passion is fashion.”

The two of you turned your heads to look at the eldest Bridgerton sibling, you both know how he had rolled his eyes on you. “Oh, come on, Lord Bridgerton” you said, emphasizing the ‘Lord Bridgerton’ as if he was something better than you. “Had you ever had pleasure to have a passion.” You raised a brow while he continued to pretend reading the newspaper. Benedict shook his head for this brother. “No, Lord Bridgerton” and he emphasized his brothers title in the same way you did before. “had never had the pleasure to have a passion. He doesn’t even know what passion is. He’s always too busy and important to enjoy things.”

The newspaper was moved down in a quick move that it made a loud sound. Anthonys features were dark and almost frightening. “Enough!” He said and looked at Benedict, who you thought, leaned a little deeper into the sofa as if he wanted to disappear. Anthony folded the newspaper and laid it on the table next to the sofa, stood up and rushed out of the room. You and Benedict watched him go, both a little shocked because of what just happened.  You were making fun not more, not less. “Seems like Lord Bridgerton really doesn’t know how fun looks like.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Benedict who sighed. “He did never.”

_

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Chapter two