#OH GOD SUNRISE. SUN. RISE. LIKE WHEN YOU FALL INTO THE FUCKING SUN

[dear-nyu]

I am so normal about Blood and Whiskey again,, because!!! Guinevere you're my stars, Arthur you're my night!! Lancelot you can't just,, aaah??? Like.

If there's no Stars, It's just dark.

If there's no Night, It's just bright.

You needed both for it to be beautiful, and you need both for the Maybe, Just This Once, there could be a Happy Ending

It only makes sense when it's them three!!!!!

[toruro]

sweet balcony sex with husband!mingyu as you watch the sunrise together!!!

what a view

pairing. k. mingyu x reader tags. smut, semi public

“oh my god,” you breath out, head falling to metal bar of the balcony railing. “oh my god,” you repeat again when you feel your husband’s cock batter against that one spot that has your back arching into his touch.

"quiet," mingyu hisses, using one hand to clamp over your mouth as you let out yet another obscene moan. "wouldn't want people wakin' up to see you being fucked out on this balcony," he warns, and the coarse language shoots pleasure straight down to your core.

"m-mingyu-ha—mingyu," you manage out through his hand, gripping the bar as tightly as you can when you bring up your head to look over the scene of the ocean in front of you.

the sky was painted a pretty purple when mingyu woke you up to eat you out against the sheets, the hues turning slightly orange when he dragged you out of bed to bend you over the balcony railing and proceed to fuck you into the next dimension.

now, he's whispering into your neck to look up at the sunrise, and see how beautiful it is, to take in the moment, as if you can manage to think about anything else other than his cock filling you up.

"feels so good gyu," you gasp out when his hand snakes his way down in front of you and rubs roughly at your clit with a chuckle.

"you like that? my pretty wife likes this? wants to put on a show for the whole damn resort?" he grunts, slamming into you harder. the sounds you're both making are down right filthy and anyone walking on the ground below might be able to tell what was going on, even if there is still a shirt over your head.

"yeah gyu," you nod along dumbly. "love this, love you."

mingyu grins at the confession, although, it isn't like he doesn't already know. glancing down at your fingers—knuckles white from gripping so tightly—he catches the beautiful glint of the rising sun flicker off of your engagement ring and fuck—his eyes roll to the back of his head, cock burying deeper inside of you.

swiping a tongue over his lips as he watches your body jerk with every slam of his hips, something warm bubbles up inside of him as both of you near your impending orgasms.

"love you," he finally grunts out, punctuating his words with sharp and erratic thrusts. "so. fuckin'. much."

eyes flickering between you and the sunrise over the ocean, mingyu knows in this moment that you're just as crazy for him as he is for you, and that is all that he needs.

[khrollos]

ミღ views — atsumu x reader

genre. smut (18+ / mdni), semi public a/n. i'm lazy :3 but also have been feeling like i should post just a lil more on this blog so i just took one of my mingyu drabbles and slapped atsumu on it instead

“oh my god,” you breath out, head falling to metal bar of the balcony railing. “oh my god,” you repeat again when you feel your husband’s cock batter against that one spot that has your back arching into his touch.

“quiet,” atsumu hisses, using one hand to clamp over your mouth as you let out yet another obscene moan. “wouldn’t want people wakin’ up to see you being fucked out on this balcony,” he warns, and the coarse language shoots pleasure straight down to your core.

“'ts-tsumu-ha—atsumu,” you manage out through his hand, gripping the bar as tightly as you can when you bring up your head to look over the scene of the ocean in front of you.

the sky was painted a pretty purple when atsumu woke you up to eat you out against the sheets, the hues turning slightly orange when he dragged you out of bed to bend you over the balcony railing and proceed to fuck you into the next dimension.

now, he’s whispering into your neck to look up at the sunrise, and see how beautiful it is, to take in the moment, as if you can manage to think about anything else other than his cock filling you up.

“feels so good 'tsumu,” you gasp out when his hand snakes his way down in front of you and rubs roughly at your clit with a chuckle.

“you like that? my pretty wife likes this? wants to put on a show for the whole damn resort?” he grunts, slamming into you harder. the sounds you’re both making are down right filthy and anyone walking on the ground below might be able to tell what was going on, even if there is still a shirt over your head.

“yeah 'sumu,” you nod along dumbly. “love this, love you.”

atsumu grins at the confession, although, it isn’t like he doesn’t already know. glancing down at your fingers—knuckles white from gripping so tightly—he catches the beautiful glint of the rising sun flicker off of your engagement ring and fuck—his eyes roll to the back of his head, cock burying deeper inside of you.

swiping a tongue over his lips as he watches your body jerk with every slam of his hips, something warm bubbles up inside of him as both of you near your impending orgasms.

“love you,” he finally grunts out, punctuating his words with sharp and erratic thrusts. “so. fuckin’. much.”

eyes flickering between you and the sunrise over the ocean, atsumu knows in this moment that you’re just as crazy for him as he is for you, and that is all that he needs.

[apothe-roses]

12 Days of Smuff

Day 8: Sunrise & Orgasm Control

Osferth x Reader

Word Count: 690

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, heavy petting, disrespecting Christianity, male whimpering

Prompt created by @madmax8603. Dividers by @cafekitsune and @mykento

Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the right to the character of Osferth

Lord Uhtred’s men were kind and respectful, but they were still men. Loud, smelly men. As such, you relished the moments you could enjoy some alone time.

One of your favorite pass times is to watch the sun rise. Which is what you plan to do this very morning.

Quietly, you pick your away around your sleeping friends, noticing a certain monk is not among them.

You make your way up the small nearby hill, smiling when you see the kneeling figure at the top. Osferth had his hands folded in prayer, his eyes closed and his lips forming words you couldn’t hear.

“Shouldn’t you be keeping watch?” You ask, starling him.

“M-my lady! I was! I mean I am! I only wanted to take a moment to pray.”

You giggle. “I’m only teasing, Osferth. I know you wouldn’t neglect us like that.”

He relaxes a little. You take a seat beside him.

“So beautiful,” you marvel, admiring the rich colors of the sky. “What a sight to start our day.” Osferth hums in agreement. The two of you fall silent for a while, watching the sky change colors.

“What were you praying for?” you wonder, breaking the silence.

“Forgiveness.”

“For what?”

In the dim light, you see his cheeks turn pink. “I’d rather not say.”

“Why not?” you wonder.

“It really is a beautiful sunrise,” he quickly turns his head away. “Such a wonderful example of the Lord’s—”

“Was it about me?” you interrupt. You’ve suspected the monk had feelings for you for quite some time now. You’d caught enough shy glances and flushed cheeks.

He bites his lip, clearly in thought.

“It’s all right,” you assure him. “I’m not rejecting you.”

His head snaps back to you

“What?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. It’s the same way I’ve been looking at you.”

You put a hand on his thigh.

“I want you, Osferth. And I know you want me too,” you whisper.

He glances from your eyes to your lips, then slowly leans in. His kiss is soft and uncertain but becomes more assertive when you deepen it. Your hand slides up his thigh, palming his half-hard cock over his trousers. You smile against his lips.

“Please,” he begs. “Please touch me.” You happily oblige, undoing the laces of his breeches. You push his robes aside and free his cock from its confines. You wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him to full hardness.

“Oh God,” he moans. That’s when you get an idea.

“I just remembered. I interrupted earlier, didn’t I?”

“W-what?”

“Your prayers. You never got to finish them.” His tip leaks a droplet of seed. You run your thumb over it, smearing it over the head.

“Oh, it’s not that important…,”

“No no no. You should finish them.”

“Really, it’s—,”

“Let me rephrase. Finish your prayer, and you can cum,” you whisper in his ear. Osferth’s eyes widen, and he turns the most delightful shade of red. His mouth falls open, unable to find the words.

“Go on. Out loud, so I’ll know when they’re done,” you order, giving his balls a light squeeze for good measure.

He exhales shakily, before resuming the position he was in before.

“Lord, I ask that you look over my friends and I as we continue on our journey,” he chokes out. You pick up the pace a little.

“I ask that-fuck-you ensure our b-blades strike h-hard and true-oh!” his head falls back as you stroke harder, speeding and slowing intermittently, alternating giving attention to his tip, shaft, and stones.

“Almost there, sweet monk,” you purr. “Don’t forget to ask for forgiveness.”

“And finally, I ask that you forgive me for my lustful ways, such as what I am undergoing right now,” he forces out through gritted teeth.

“All this I ask in your name Amen!” the last part comes out as a moan as you speed up. In no time, he’s painting the ground before him with his seed. You gradually slow to a stop, finally releasing his nearly purple cock. You give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Such a good boy.”

[studywgabi]

Summer S.A.D.

Hooray! Summer.

Oh, fuck me, not again.

Jesus fucking Christ. Why can't summer be something you only have to get over with once in your life? Seems like more than enough.

I mean, why should the classes be accelerated, why should they be any different than the rest of the year? It's not as if I'm needed at home to help with the fucking harvest. And fucking daylight savings. God. Fuck.

It's far, far too hot. Torns mi brien too soop.

Two summers ago, I stopped with the fucking hazmat suit wardrobe in 90 degree weather. Since then, it's been all thin cotton skirts and sleeveless halters. I'm able to do it now, but it's still so fucking hard. I hate the idea of forcing anyone, even a stranger, to look at this body. It's wrong. I feel offensive just stepping outside my door, like I'm hurting people with my existence.

Winter and fall, cold weather and early sunset comfort me, make me feel safer and less exposed. I hate spring and summer, when the sun rises before I can wake up so I feel like I've failed and I'm behind as soon as I start my day. Hot weather and early sunrise add to my stress.

There is an endless supply of mostly useless listicles about winter S.A.D. with generic and vague advice like "go to therapy" or "seek support from friends" or "buy this super cool product that will cure your depression," or, my personal favorite, "don't beat yourself up," and some with genuinely helpful advice on using light therapy, caring for indoor plants, and taking vitamin D, but there's not as much available for summer S.A.D. I want this post to be a running list of realistic, affordable advice. Feel free to add anything that isn't a miracle, and may not work for everyone, but has worked for you.

Drink the amount of water you need to feel hydrated.

Find a new indoor hobby, book series, t.v. show, or fandom that you genuinely (being the operative word) like.

Take cool showers or baths.

It doesn't always have to be summer if you don't want it to be. Watch The Holiday and listen to Mariah Carey.

Create an enjoyable, flexible structure to your day that really works for you, makes sense, and changes as you need it to. If you are a student or a family member to a student and the change in routine or lack of structure is difficult for you, make up your own schedule.

Use soft lighting, the reverse of light therapy for winter S.A.D. Try combining light filtering through your curtains, some candles, and a desk lamp rather than using one bright overhead light.

If you are currently in any kind of treatment, you may need additional or different support during the summer. Don't feel that you have to keep your treatment plan exactly the same just because it works during the winter.

You're not weird, I promise. Not everyone looks forward to getting melanoma. Not everyone enjoys sweating like a hooker in church. Not everyone eats hot dogs. It's fine. You're fine.

[sightoru]

—𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧)

✩pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

✩genre :hurt/comfort, 2 smut scenes asdfghj

✩word count: 4.2k

✩warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, daddy kink, deku is cheesy, facefucking, pussy eating, praise kink, unprotected sex, car sex, falling in love, falling out of it, falling back in.

✩excerpt:

Your heart is swelling at this moment, it feels far too big for your body. For your soul. Hoping that in some strange way your love for him can be felt in the gentle way you trace his freckles and stroke curls out of his hair. He’s the first thing you think of when your head raises from your pillow in the morning, and the last thing you think of before your eyes close after a long day of carrying the weight of your heart around.

As the sun rises, you think to yourself maybe this can last forever.

PRESENT DAY [4:27am]

Izuku’s forest colored eyes are swimming with unshed tears. Your hearts in your throat and you can’t breathe, can’t even fucking think about what he’s saying. Can’t hear anything because the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears and the rattle of sobs in your chest is the loudest thing in the room. 

His hand cups your face, his scarred fingers pressing into your cheekbones. “Please?”

THREE YEARS AGO 

You’re standing in line at your favorite coffee cart, your nose buried in your phone as you impatiently wait to get your much needed caffeine fix. You should’ve figured it would be this busy. It’s Monday morning, the beginning of the work week. You’re surrounded by tired eyes and hastily dressed people. You step forward in line, not paying attention to anything around you when you bump into what feels like a solid wall, followed by wet heat. 

“Oh my God!” You squeak, your face burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry I really should’ve been watching where I was going!”

“No, no!” The green haired man assures you, a smile playing on his lips as he dabs the coffee staining his shirt with crumpled up napkins. 

“At least let me pay for a new one?” You offer him, moving your hands to your purse to pull out your wallet. 

“You can let me take you to dinner.” He blurts out, looking down at you briefly before going back to dabbing at his shirt.

“That’s incredibly cheesy.” You deadpan, suddenly finding yourself less apologetic. 

“Hope you’re not lactose-intolerant,” he laughs and it sounds absolutely magical, it sounds like hope. It sounds like a future. “Because I’m cheesy.” 

You usually wouldn’t fall for things like this, corny pick up lines from men you’ve known for less than a minute. But there’s something about him, something about the way he looks so bright and happy and willing to share a little bit of that with you that you find yourself saying yes. You want to tell him that the weekend would be best for your date, but he convinces you to meet him tonight. He says something about how short life is, followed by the shy mumble of him saying he doesn’t think he could wait that long. So you indulge him, agreeing that life is short and why not?

What is there to lose?

As you stare at him from across the dinner table later that night, feeling warm with laughter and wine, the thought of possibility pops into your mind. You don’t know why Izuku makes you feel the same way sunrise makes you, full of hope and curiosity. You can’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like in yours, how his hair looks first thing in the morning and his favorite type of weather. The small trivial things that make a person human. 

You don’t want the night to end, so you don’t let it. You both stay until the restaurant closes, the waitress shyly letting both of you know it’s time to leave with an awkward smile. 

“Damn,” he says with a disappointed sigh from outside the restaurant. “I really didn’t want this to end.” 

You look at him slyly. “It doesn’t have to end yet, ya know?” 

He smiles at you, a metaphorical light bulb going off above his head as he understands what you’re saying. He clears his throat. “My place or yours?”

“You’re closer.” 

You’re both giddy the whole walk to his apartment, feeling ecstatic and strangely childish and you both crack jokes and nudge each other. He feels so warm, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he whispers in your ear. 

Izuku kisses you as soon as he closes the apartment door, his tongue immediately moving into your mouth and exploring as his hands awkwardly unzip your dress. He gently nudges you to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. It feels wonderful, absolutely exhilarating. Like fire is coursing through your veins. Before he’s able to push you onto his bed you turn last minute, pushing him down and eagerly taking his clothes off. 

His cock springs free from his pants; curving upwards towards his stomach. His girth is intimidating, with thick and prominent veins running down the sides of it. His tip is pretty and red; a pearly drop of pre already sitting on the tip as he strokes himself. Eagerly you take him into your mouth, fitting as much of him as you can as you wrap your hands around what you can’t fit. You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat as moans  come from his chest. 

“Do you like it rough?” He asks you. You nod, never taking your mouth off his cock. “Tap my leg when you’ve had enough.” 

His hand tangles in your hair, using it as leverage to brutally face fuck you; tears streaking down your face as you gag around him. “F-fuck look at you, sweetheart.” He looks like he’s in heaven, his head thrown back as he moans, showing off a perfectly angled jawline. It’s getting hard to breathe, but you don’t want to stop. You realize you love making him feel good and the thought of pleasing him makes your cunt throb for him. He pulls you off of him gently. 

“You did so good, baby.” He says breathlessly, his voice shaking slightly as he looks at you. Bringing his thumb to your eyes and wiping your tears. 

“I-I did?” You look at him through tear soaked lashes, eyes wide and mesmerized by him. 

“Mhm.” He smiles. “So, so good. Lemme make you feel good baby, yeah?” He flips you onto your back, crawling in between your legs. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good, doll. That okay?” He teases you with a gentle kitten lick against your clit, making you mewl and clutch the sheets. You nod, opening your legs for him as wide as possible. “Use your words, sweetheart.” 

“P-please make me feel good Izu.” You moan. 

“Good girl. Look at me.” You make eye contact before he laps at your folds, the wet muscle of his tongue dipping into your soaked cunt and moving your essence around. His tongue runs circles around your clit, the motion sending little jolts of electricity running through your body. He places two fingers inside your cunt easily, buzzing with satisfaction as slides them in and finds that perfect spot inside you so easily. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone around him; your toes curl in the sheets as you cry out, body spasming around his fingers as you look down at him hazy and fucked out. 

He rides your orgasm out perfectly, his tongue finding pace with your throbs. When he pulls his fingers out of you he gently coaxes your mouth open, pressing them to your tongue as you obediently lick them off. The sight of it makes his cock throb, his hand moving to stroke himself for any sort of relief. 

“Condom?” He asks you, voice sounding desperate and needy. 

“I’m on the pill.” You answer. 

Izuku swears, a year later, that that’s the moment he fell in love with you. 

He whines when he plunges inside you, bottoming out and making you feel full and setting a gentle pace. The tip of his cock dragging along your velvet walls and filling the room with the sound of your mewls and the squelching of your pussy. “Fuck,” he breathes in your ear, barely able to hold back his words and keep his voice steady.

“M-more!’ You beg, whining and digging your nails into his skin. 

“Oh you want more?” He coos, looking at you smugly. “Say please.” 

“P-please daddy! More! Jus’ wanna cum on your cock daddy, please!” You don’t know what possesses you to call him daddy, but the way Izuku looks at you when he hears it -his eyes looking like you unlocked something deep inside him- you know it’s not a mistake. His pace becomes brutal, cervix kissing and all consuming. Filling you up so well to the point where it’s all you can think about. You don’t take long to cum, your release spurring his own as he mutters about how good you are, how perfect you are. 

The last thing you remember before your eyes shut, is Izuku taking a rag and wiping you down as he whispers encouraging sweet nothings into your ear. 

The sun wakes you the next morning; bright and blinding as its rays rest on your skin. 

“Shit!” You exclaim, glancing at your phone and throwing off Izuku’s covers. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late to work.” 

Izuku raises his head from his pillow, sleep still clouding his vision as he yawns. “Jus’ call in.” He grumbles, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them. 

“I can’t do that.” You respond, throwing your legs over the side of his bed. 

“Wait,” Izuku says, his voice thick with sleep and hope as he gently grabs your wrist.  “Will I see you again?”

“Yeah,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips as you pick up your clothes from the floor. “Yeah. I think so.” 

TWO YEARS AGO 

It’s early; you’re not sure why you’re up before the sun. Moonlight filters through your curtains, the light reflecting on Izuku’s scarred and tanned skin as he sleeps. You lay on your side, memorizing the way his chest rises and falls; he way the freckles across his face look like constellations and the curl pattern of his green hair plastered to one side. It’s nice like this, nothing exists outside of this room. Just you and the love of your life; the way he carries your demons with you. You engrain everything about this moment into your memory, hoping it’ll live forever in between your ribs and find rest in your heart. 

Your heart is swelling at this moment, it feels far too big for your body. For your soul. Hoping that in some strange way your love for him can be felt in the gentle way you trace his freckles and stroke curls out of his hair. He’s the first thing you think of when your head raises from your pillow in the morning, and the last thing you think of before your eyes close after a long day of carrying the weight of your heart around. 

As the sun rises, you think to yourself maybe this can last forever.

ONE YEAR AGO 

The apartment is lonely. Cold. Quiet. Izuku’s working long hours, dark purple bags that only grow deeper in shades when you see him. Work is taking a toll on me, he always tells you before going back to his phone, or retiring to bed hours before you’re ready. You knew this was part of dating a hero, but it wasn’t ever this bad. He barely talks to you anymore, communication being short one word answers and awkward silences suffocating you both. It’s awful, the spark of something that was one so bright going out and being smothered. Everything feels hollow and dissected, as if all the words between the two of you have been used up. 

When he enters the apartment after work that night -the weight of the world's problems hangs on him like a dark cloud- he doesn’t even look at you. He used to at least look at you when he came home, the sight of your figure on the couch making a soft smile form on his face despite how awful he was feeling. He walks over to you, sitting down wordlessly next to you. 

“I miss you.” You whisper to him from the other side of the couch and it’s the way you say it; the way he knows deep in his chest that there’s something different about this. Something dark and ominous and final about the way your voice quivers. It hangs in between you two for a moment, silent and loaded and foreboding. 

He looks over at you, his ribs shrinking around his lungs as his eyes watch yours fill with tears. A year ago, when everything was better; when everything was whole and soft and warm this sight would’ve broken him. It would’ve immediately made him wrap you in his arms but everything isn’t the same as it was back then. He can’t bear to be one to comfort you while he stabs you. “I know.” He says simply, not sure what else there is to say.

“This isn’t working like it used to.” You finally dare to meet his eyes, to see the pain that he’s in too. 

“Maybe we should….” Izuku whispers, terrified to finish his sentence. Not willing to face what the rest of what he needed to say had in store for the both of you; his broken heart filling his throat with shards and rendering him unable to speak. 

You knew this was coming, the words that are unsaid are still loud enough that they feel like they’re being screamed in your ear. You wish you’re surprised; you wish everything was going so well that this feels like it’s coming out of nowhere but it wasn’t. And it’s not. The spark between the two of you has faded and all that’s left is the embers of something that was there but isn’t anymore; the ashes of the past blowing into your eyes and causing them to water. 

What kills you the most, is the way he says maybe as if he’s not sure what to do, not sure if this is worth fixing or if he should break it off. It’s the whole uncertainty of it; that he’s not sure what to do. That he’s the uncertain one when he used to be the hopeful one. 

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. You quietly grab your keys and stand from the couch. The sound of the door to your shared apartment closing behind you is so loud you could still hear it deep in your chest every night in your dreams. 

1 MONTH AGO 

Living in a large city has its benefits: public transportation is immensely available, anything you want is easy to find, and usually -not today, however- it’s very hard to run into people you’d rather not see.

It’s the first time you’ve seen Izuku in person since the breakup, and you’re not sure why everything feels like it’s falling apart and spinning around you. He’s not paying attention to you, all too focused on gently turning down the barista that’s flirting with him. You’re not sure how to identify the strange feeling in your gut, the way ugliness claws at your stomach and makes you feel green. 

You didn’t get any coffee today. 

LAST WEEK 

You find yourself slightly disappointed that this copy of Van Gogh’s starry night doesn’t have brush strokes that quite translate the pain he was going through when he painted it. At least what you can see of it from behind the red velvet barrier that separates you and the painting. It’s one of your favorites, and you know that it's a cliche choice but you can’t help it, loving the shades of blue and purple that mix together. The way the dark colors come together to create something beautiful. 

“Why am I not surprised to run into you here?” An all too familiar voice chuckles behind you. You turn, finding yourself face to face with Izuku. He’s wearing a camel colored turtleneck. The one you bought him two years ago, you realize. You stare at it, your eyes taking in how well it hugs his toned frame. His face flushes when he sees you staring, his hands moving awkwardly as he fumbles with the hem of it. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, his eyes shifting to his Chelsea boots. 

“It’s always been my favorite place to go.” You shrug, shifting your weight from one leg to the other nervously. 

“Care if I walk with you?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours as if he’s daring you. 

You’ve never been one to turn down a dare, so you say yes. Motioning with your head for him to follow you to the next exhibit. It’s Picasso, another one of your favorite artists. If you look at small parts of it looks wild and unfinished, but as a whole looks like something you would’ve never guessed. People with unproportionally large features that look wild and out of place, oddly strung together shapes that form something beautiful as soon as you look at it from a different perspective.  

“I never cared much for him.” Izuku says suddenly. It makes you scoff and question his taste.

“What do you mean?” You guffaw.

“I just think he’s overrated.” He says simply, staring at you as if he’s daring you to disagree. 

“You’re entitled to your opinion.” You tell him. Even if it’s wrong is unsaid but still loud in the air between you. He just chuckles, following silently behind you. 

“This one’s better.” He gestures at the painting ahead of him. It’s Edvard Munch’s Angry Dog. It’s hideous, you think. It looks like a child painted it, half painted trees in the background and a dog with a horrible expression on his face; it’s twisted and contorted in pain, tongue sticking out in an awful expression.

“This one?” You drawl, your eyebrow raised as you look at him questioningly. 

“Yup.” He says simply, his hands in his pockets as he looks at it with a strange amount of fondness. “I know art is supposed to show the beauty of things, but this one feels strangely real to me. I don’t know why, but I find it refreshing.”

You ponder his words, trying to understand what he’s trying to say. Trying to remember when he got so hard for you to read. A year ago, he was never this much of an enigma, his thoughts were as easy to read as you own. You just nod, walking to the next painting. 

The rest of the tour goes by quietly. You’re barely paying attention to the paintings, they all bleed into one solid color to you. You’re too lost in your thoughts, your mind too busy trying to unwrap why you can’t help sneaking glances at Izuku. Always looking at him just as he looks away at you. The subtle way his hand brushes against yours. You don’t know why it makes your heart flutter, why you love how familiar and warm and safe it feels.  

You’re sad for a moment when you and Izuku walk out of the museum. You’ve seen all the paintings, even saw a few twice. You don’t know why the nostalgia that came with hanging out with Izuku makes your throat close up, it’s grip tightening around you like a noose. 

“Did you walk here?” Izuku asks. You know that he knows that you did. 

“Yes.” You answer, not sure why you’re indulging him with an answer he already knows. Is this what you’ve both come to? Asking questions you both already know the answer to so you don’t have to ask the painful ones. 

“Would you like a ride home?” He asks. 

You don’t know why you decide to say yes, but you do. You try to tell yourself that you’re just being nice, just letting Izuku feel like he’s taking care of you. He used to love that, you recall baths being drawn for you, scarred hands rubbing out the knots in your body. 

Izuku is parked in the back corner of the lot. You bite the inside of your cheek, sad to see he has a different car than he used to. This one is dark and sleek, a shiny black with tinted windows and a brand that you know you could never afford. He always preferred standard cars and driving too fast. The last car he had you swore would kill him if villains didn’t, and he always laughed at your dark joke. Always knowing you didn’t mean it, never taking your humor to heart. 

You step inside the car and it even smells like it’s new, black leather interior sticking to your legs. You look over at him and his eyes meet yours. He looks scared, like there’s a world of feelings on the tip of his tongue and he’s dying to tell you. 

You don’t know what possesses you to kiss him - or what possesses him to kiss you back, but his hands are tugging at your hair and it’s like your body moves on its own as you move to the driver's seat. Both your legs on either side of his. His mouth pulls away from yours and moves down your neck, his hands hot and clumsy as they slide under your shirt to paw at your breasts. He twists and flicks your nipples as your hips grind against his hard cock, your body begging for any sort of friction on your cunt. His hands move from your breasts to your thighs, his hands soft and tentative as he moves up your skirt.

“Please.” You whine quietly, pointedly grinding harder on his cock. He’s never been good at saying no to you, his thumb moving to your clit as he rubs sloppy circles around it. You shake your head no at him, pawing at his clothed erection. “No Izu I wan’ more please.”

He pulls away from your neck with a tut. “You know better than that, princess. Use your words.” 

“Please ‘Izu,” you cry, frustrated tears springing to your eyes and clouding your vision. “Wan’ your cock.”

His hand moves to grip your jaw, a low and dangerous chuckle escaping his lips. “Well when you ask so nicely….” he whispers, grunting slightly when your hand brushes against his cock in your haste to unzip his pants. He cock springs out immediately, looking even better than you remembered. You move your panties to the side, setting yourself down gently on his cock. 

“Fuck!” He whines, grabbing you by your hips and impaling you. You start bouncing up and down, your head buried in the crook of his neck as you move. You were never as good at making sparks fly like him so he helps, bucking his hips into yours. 

It doesn’t take much for both of you to cum, both of you desperate and needy for each other and finally being satiated by the other all you need to spur your orgasms. When you’re done, reality hits you. You feel embarrassed and ashamed, letting your want for him cloud your judgement and fucking him in the parking lot of the museum. You pull yourself off of him, readjusting your clothing and settling yourself back into the passenger seat.

The drive home is awkward, silent the whole time. There’s a galaxy of emotions between the two of you, the space feeling breathless and suffocating. You’re grateful for the silence because it keeps you from saying dangerous things like: I miss you, I love you, and I wanna try again. When Izuku finally pulls up to your apartment you practically throw yourself out of the car. 

“T-that,” you choke out, your hand on the door as you stare at him. “That didn’t mean anything. It was just sex.” You’re not sure why you’re saying this to him, why you’re twisting the knife after you’ve stabbed him. Maybe you’re saying it more to yourself than him. Self preservation was always your main focus until you met Izuku. 

“Of course,” he responds, pain thinly veiled behind verdant eyes. “Just sex.” he repeats.

PRESENT DAY [4:28am]

When Izuku showed up to your apartment, uninvited and unashamed, this conversation -unlike the one that happened a little over a year ago- wasn’t one you saw coming. 

You force your eyes to meet his, a seed of hope threatening to bloom in your chest and suffocate you. You’re terrified, fear clawing at your throat and making your heart feel too big for your chest. You’re not sure if you’re willing to have your heart broken by the same man twice.

Life is scary. It’s dark and confusing. You know this. You’ve always known this; the truth of it is etched into your bones and ingrained into your soul. But you also know: facing life's easier when someone’s there to bear the weight of it with you, and Izuku was- no, is- the best person to shoulder that weight with you. This fact is cemented by the way he looks at you; the way all your demons used to live with him too. Your world has been too quiet without him. Sunset lost its brightness the day he stopped watching them with you. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, your voice shaking as he wipes a tear away from your eye. 

“It’s you, love.” He responds simply. “It’s always been you.”

“Do you think we can make it this time?” You ask. He looks at you, so scared. So broken; eyes wide with the hesitation and vulnerability of a child.

“Maybe we can.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “Maybe we will.”

[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (One)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

Taglist: @ggukkieland @monvieesdaebak @707sblog @peacedreamer14

© taestefully-in-luv

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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.

Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.

Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.

Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.

You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.

The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.

Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.

Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.

“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.

“What the fuck?”

Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.

Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.

“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”

You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.

“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.

“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,

“Taehyung.”

You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.

“y/n.”

Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.

“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"

Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,

“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”

“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.

“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.

Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.

“Does it look like I know where I am?”

You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.

Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.

“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.

You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.

“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.

Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”

You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.

You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.

You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.

“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.

You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.

“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.

“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.

“No, let’s just get out of here.”

You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”

Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.

“Shouldn’t we just—”

“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.

The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.

You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.

“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.

Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.

“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?

“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.

“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.

You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.

“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”

The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.

Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.

The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.

“10….9…8…..”

The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.

“….7….6…..”

Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.

“….5….4….3…”

You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.

“….2…..1…….”

And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”

Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.

“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”

Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.

“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”

Huh? Huh?

Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?

“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”

You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.

Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.

“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”

You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!

“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”

You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!

“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”

Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.

“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”

The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.

You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.

“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”

Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?

“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”

You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.

“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”

You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.

“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”

These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.

“Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”

“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”

The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.

You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.

Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.

Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.

It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.

You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?

You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.

Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”

Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.

“Sure.” He says.

“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.

“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.

“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”

You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,

“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”

Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?

“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”

“That’s because you were being a baby.”

“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.

“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”

“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.

“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”

“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”

“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”

“Just stop.”

Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.

You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.

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You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.

He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.

“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.

“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.

“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”

You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.

You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.

“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.

Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.

He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.

You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.

“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.

“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.

“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)

“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.

But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.

“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ‘vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”

You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Sorry for calling it that I—”

“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.

“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.

“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”

You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.

The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.

“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.

“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.

“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.

“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.

“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.

“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ‘Castaway on the Moon’?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.

“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.

“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.

“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”

You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Well, well…”

��Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.

You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.

“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.

He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.

“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.

“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.

“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.

“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.

You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?

You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.

The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.

“You work out?” he asks.

“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.

“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.

The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.

It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.

“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!

There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.

“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.

You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.

“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.

“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”

“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.

“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”

The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.

“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”

“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.

He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.

“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”

“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.

The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.

“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.

He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!

You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.

“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.

He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”

“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”

He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”

“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.

“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”

“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.

The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.

The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.

“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.

“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.

“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”

He frowns at your words,

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

[4dtk]

hello my honey bunch UMM IM NOT SURE IF IM SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE EACH ONE??? BUT IM GONNA DO IT ANW

can i request 3 from the hand holding, 16 from the hugging, 26 from the kissing and 3 from the touching with jaehyun!!!!

FUCK IDK IF I DID RIGHT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY <333

yes you did it right, dont worry! hope u enjoy this angel!! and welcome back <333 (ps holy crap this is long AHASHDHDH)

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 16: ‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

kisses, 26: giggling while kissing

touching, 3: hiding face in neck

“c’mon! you’re gonna miss the sunrise,” you drag jaehyun along the mountains, a clear path etched into the ground that visitors always took whenever they wanted to view the sunrise. the both of you got lucky today, being the only two people who got up early enough to catch the night sky turn into yellows and oranges, before it rests in the usual sky blue you’d see up in the sky.

well… one of you was. “do we really need to see the sunrise again, baby? i was perfectly content cuddling with you…” your husband knew better than to argue with you when you have your eyes set on something, especially with something like a sunrise. it was a by-product of why you selected this B&B atop of a mountain where you’d be freezing your asses off, but jaehyun could hardly reject your suggestion when he saw how excited you were.

“oh, i’ve always wanted to go back to a mountainside hostel! i remember the last one, ’twas so good, whatdya say?” jaehyun remembers every detail you’ve told him: from the countless cats, to the stunning trail to where you watched the sunrise with your family, the edible flower they cooked up for you. he can’t say no when your eyes are lit up like that, and so, he hauled himself out of bed to put on a simple outfit, relying on your hand to guide him.

you know he doesn’t mean it, but you pout either way, both at his words and the time on your watch. it’s dangerously close to when the staff said the sun would rise. the thought alone of missing the sky drives you to take quicker steps, struggling against the thin air the higher and higher you went.

“hah… finally,” you mumble to yourself, perching yourself near a field of crops that belonged to those living nearby. you were careful not to crush any of the sprouts, patting the space beside you as you waited for the show to start. jaehyun takes your hand wordlessly, letting out a gasp at how cold your hands were; it showed you appreciated the warmth with the way your fingers curled around his, it was natural instinct, both a result of your body reacting to warmth and to the love of your significant other.

“you’re freezing, angel,” jaehyun laughs, “maybe you made a mistake wearing fingerless gloves this morning. c’mon, take ‘em out.”

“it was dark!” you glare at him, “and no, you want me to have a frozen hand when i touch your face later?”

“i’ll warm it up for you, c’mon.” you grumble but comply either way, removing the sad excuse of protection from the cold, fingers instantly curling into your husband’s. he blows onto it, conversation falling silent as your keep your eyes trained on the sight in front of you.

it’s slow, the minutes pass, the sky barely changing. the sun decides to stop the teasing, unleashing its brilliant lights that prompt the both of you to squint. it becomes more bearable to longer you look at it, welcoming the painting of warm colours you never tire of seeing. it mixed like an impromptu painting, unknowingly presenting a magnificent piece of art despite the messiness among the clouds and skyline.

jaehyun has moved behind you by then, engulfing you in his arms while he continued to warm your hands. jokingly, he wedges his hand in between your neck, surprising you slightly with his ice cold lips that were slowly cracking.

as the colours thicken and blend, you can feel the other snuggle more into the crook of your neck, gentle and careful to not shock you again. his body fits with yours perfectly, body warmth gradually shared the more and longer you embrace. with a shift of your butt, you’re moving to stand up, but immediately gets pulled down by his strong arms.

“not yet…” he mumbles, fighting against sleepiness for you. there’s a stammer in his voice as he struggles to find the words he wants to say. you attempt to stand up a second time and this time, jaehyun lets you, ready to follow you with an arm around your waist. “why’d you wanna stand up?”

you say nothing as you place your hands on his cheeks, cold to the touch. there’s time for you to admire his face later, so you dive in to fit your lips to his. it moves without trouble, having done this countless times like how jaehyun’s arms fit around your middle. his body is pressed flush against your own, able to feeling every muscle that’s reacting to your kiss that it leaves him hungry for more.

it makes you woozy, dizzy, dopey, the way jaehyun is fondling you, lips moving in tandem with the squeezing hands on your sides. a bit of warmth creeps up from the side, signifying the last bits of the sunrise. it makes the other smile, but you’re not sure why.

you pull away curiously, mouth only an inch from his as you impatiently waited for his answer. “no… just… funny how you brought me up here to watch the sky change colours and instead you’re locking lips with me.” he says with a smirk.

“oh my god, shut up,” you’re giggling like a schoolgirl, taken back to when you’d laugh shamelessly backstage as the members teased you; including the time when the two of you were interviewed for one of korea’s slice-of-life magazines with a suggestive answer on jaehyun’s part… and also of the time when you almost slipped on cake batter that you dropped on the floor.

each day you spend with your boyfriend-turned-husband is guaranteed to be filled with laughter, and now is just one more memory to store away. jaehyun hovers over your lips this time, unifying your smiles with miscalculated kisses that never quite land. you’re struggling to contain it now, breaking contact to stretch your lips into a grin that is reciprocated by the other.

“will your cute ass stop giggling?” he wants to fake his anger, but it backfires as his own laugh fills your ears. it feels like a warm hug after a rainy day, and you give him just that while your arms encircle around his neck. you can’t care much for the colours blooming in the sky now, rather admiring the crimson appearing on his cheeks even after the many years you’ve been together. you bury your face in his chest.

“thank you, jae. for loving me,” your confession is whispered so soft that the other is convinced he wouldn’t hear it. but he does, and the softening of his eyes is something you don’t catch.

“i’m happy to do it. everyday, baby, it’s everyday that i fall deeper and deeper. i hope it’ll never end,” you’re silent, but the words make your heart and cheeks flare up and it’s a minute before you find the courage to say your part.

“likewise, jaehyun. i love you.”

[ikroah]

The strangest gal I ever had never happy ‘less she’s mad. Oh, I got a woman mean as she can be, sometimes I think she’s almost mean as me. —“Mean Woman Blues,” Elvis Presley (1957)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #16 - Crimson Caravan

Collaborative Issue! Guest Artist: Esseress

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Notes:

Girls’ night! Girls’ night!

I want this issue to speak for itself so I’m going to cut right to gratuitously thanking our latest guest artist, Esseress, who did a completely phenomenal on these five pages. We’ve been working on it for a long time and I’m over the moon to finally bring it to you now on this blog. I love writing this comic, and I loved doing the lettering and composition for it, but my goodness do I love Esse’s art. It was a real privilege to have that art as part of It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’, especially since the artist was such an immaculately pleasant collaborator. If you’re reading this, thank you again for such a fun project (and talking about Naruto with me lol).

Original Pencils (click for full size):

This issue was one of my most fun composition challenges yet because something that you want to avoid in comics as much as possible, I think, is talking heads. You want to avoid shots that are static, overly repetitive, and uninteresting. Now the challenge is, how do you do that when your whole comic takes place in a small storeroom and is nothing but a conversation between two characters?

Playing with angles and expressions, and using repetition intentionally with the percussive referent of Agnes cutting into the floorboards, made for some really suspenseful page layouts that complemented the script in a major way. I’m especially proud of the third page, with its quick cutaway to the exterior of the office and the cutting continuing beneath Agnes’ dialogue. Also, did you notice that you only ever see Agnes’ left side this issue? You never get to look her in the eye this issue, and given how cagey she’s acting, that evasiveness was an intentional compositional choice. It was satisfying to pull off, but hear me, it took a lot of planning in the thumbnail stage to pull off well.

The other fun challenge of this issue was lighting. When you’re in a closet a night and don’t want to be seen, how do you see? The delightful answer was to have Agnes actually use that damn flashlight she wears on her shoulder; attentive readers will notice that this is the second time she’s used it in the comic, with the first time being back in Boulder City at the end of Volume 1. Hmm…guys, I wonder if it’s a bad omen that she only seems to turn it on when she’s about to commit or assist in a murder…

Speaking of lighting! One last fun hiccup about this issue was the final page. The script I wrote called for it to transition from night to morning between the first and second panels, but in a case of unforeseen and magnitudinous pedanticism, it was while coordinating the lighting on that page with Esse that I looked up the actual time of sunrise in the Mojave Desert for the time of year this issue takes place, which is November 5th if you’re curious. Turns out the sun shouldn’t be rising until after 7:00 AM, which hardly makes McLafferty the exceptionally early riser her planner says she is. That’s not to say it’s actually 7:00 AM in the comic…go ahead and play the CinemaSins ding for the wrong sunrise time, or whatever. And it’s not like any of you would have known or cared if I didn’t say anything! It was just too weird of a writing quirk to not bring up. The lesson, folks, is to always remember your temporality when writing. It’ll help you sleep a lot easier.

Transcript:

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN, night. The lights are out and everyone in the caravan compound have retired to their barracks for the night. From inside one of the compound buildings comes a soft sound.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

INT. CRIMSON CARAVAN OFFICE. AGNES SANDS is bent over on the floor of a storeroom, carving into the wooden floor with her bootknife. ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY leans against the door behind her.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: So…have you ever killed anyone before?

AGNES continues cutting into the floor without looking at CASS as she speaks.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: And I don’t mean a raider or fiend or something, nothing in self-defense. I mean in cold blood.

CASS: You mean like you killed those Khans?

(NOTE: *IKROAH #14—Lou.)

CASS: Hmmm…no, I guess I haven’t. When it comes to bloody vengeance just for myself…

CASS: …be gentle, it’s my first time.

AGNES doesn’t react to CASS’ joke. CASS becomes equally serious.

CASS: …I’d imagine this ain’t your first rodeo, the way you asked.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: I mean…this Benny guy, in Vegas. When we catch him, which notch on your blood-spattered bedpost is he?

AGNES stops cutting into the floor, raising her knife. CASS’s expression tightens with concern. The silence is uncomfortable.

AGNES: Second.

CASS: Oh, thank God.

AGNES: What?

CASS: No offense, but the way you got all serious, I worried for a second you might be some kind of serial killer nutjob.

AGNES: No, no, I’m sorry. I was just…thinking. I really know how to meet the wrong men, apparently.

CASS (smiling): Dead men, right?

AGNES frowns. Her knife plunges back into the wooden floor.

SFX: SKRITCH, SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Wanna talk about it?

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Not like we have anything else to do.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH… 

AGNES: I really don’t.

CASS: Fine. That said, though, I did imagine this whole revenge thing being a bit more…exciting. Can’t say I like being stuck in a closet.

AGNES (smirking): You get used to it.

CASS: Why, though? You picked the lock to her fucking office like a cheap office toy. Why not break into her barracks and we shoot the bitch now?

AGNES: First, because that’s a great way to get us both killed.

AGNES keeps cutting as she speaks, deeper and deeper into the floor.

AGNES: Second, you want her to know it was you, so we have to get her awake and alone.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Third, her planner on her desk confirmed what I already suspected—that she’s an early riser—so we’ll see her sooner rather than later, while the rest of the company is still asleep.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Fourth, we want to send a message to everyone else. So it has to be at least a little spectacular.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH...

CASS: Oh…you’ve really thought this through.

SFX: SKRIT-

AGNES stops cutting. She slowly lifts her knife out of the floor.

AGNES: Yeah.

CASS: Where’d a medic get so good at murder?

AGNES rises from bending over the floor to a kneeling position, turning back towards CASS and frowning.

CASS: Sorry. You probably don’t want to talk about that, either.

AGNES: Maybe another time. For now…

AGNES leans back, kneeling over an intricate cross-hatch, about three feet in radius, of deep cuts and gouges into the floorboards in front of her.

AGNES: …just trust me.

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN. Night turns to early morning, and ALICE McLAFFERTY, the boss of the caravan, walks up the steps of her office and enters.

AGNES (from inside, whispering): Alright. Now. Quickly.

From inside her office, a door is kicked open.

SFX: DTHUMP

ALICE: What the hell, who are you—!?

CASS: Rose of Sharon goddamn Cassidy, of Cassidy fucking Caravans, you bitch!

ALICE: No, you’re—

SFX: KABLAM

The sound of a shotgun going off in the middle of the compound wakes up the whole caravan. Crows scatter from the courtyard while guards start rushing towards the office door.

AGNES: Alright, now let’s go! Shoot the floor here where I—

SFX: KABLAM

The guards close in on the office while wooden shrapnel falls from a new hole in the floorboards of the office, and AGNES and CASS drop through to the ground outside, and crawl away from the caravan guards under the hut just as they reach the McLAFFERTY’s front door.

[princessbatears]

Winter Challenge 2021 - Day 20 (Hiking)

Pairing: Werewolf Frankie Morales x Female Reader Summary: You're not so sure Frankie's "best sunrise spot" is worth the early morning trek POV: Reader Warnings: language Words: 425 A/N: From my Lunar Cycle/Bitten universe

When one person is in a relationship with another, they sometimes do activities they wouldn’t normally do because their partner loves them. That’s why you go hiking with Frankie more often than just on full moon nights. He comes alive in nature, he always has, and you enjoy participating in that.

But at 7:15 A.M. on a winter Saturday, you’re questioning if you love him enough to be freezing your ass off on this hike to “the best sunrise spot ever.” You haven’t even had any fucking coffee.

“I promise, honey, it’s going to be worth it,” Frankie says for the dozenth time, likely sensing how miserable you are as your calves burn on this hill.

You make a non-committal noise, not trusting that any words out of your mouth will be pleasant.

He grabs your hand, the preternatural warmth of his Wolf seeping through your glove. It helps your mood a little.

“If this area weren’t so popular with hikers, I’d love to roam it as a Wolf,” he says wistfully. “There’s so much life in this forest that I wish I could experience that way.”

Squeezing his hand, you feel your resentment melting away. This is why you come. “They’re beautiful woods.”

The path gets steeper, requiring some tricky footwork over slick rocks. Frankie goes first, then reaches out to assist you.

You make the mistake of looking down and feel your stomach drop. When did it get so high? “I don’t know...”

“I won’t let you fall,” he says in his soothing, steady voice. He grasps your arms, letting you hang on with your full weight as you maneuver the area on shaky legs. “You’ve got it, babe!”

Once you’re up, he kisses your temple, his arm snaking around your waist. “Oh my god,” you pant, heart thundering. "Please tell me there isn't more spots like that!"

“That was the worst of it. The rest is smooth and flat.”

It’s only a few more minutes before he stops at the overlook. There’s a couple of benches, one of which you collapse onto.

As you catch your breath, you gaze over the valley, which is glittering with cotton candy pink and tangerine frost as the sun begins to rise above it. It’s unbelievably gorgeous. It sparkles so brightly you have to shield your eyes.

“Frankie, it’s incredible!”

Pulling you against him, he smirks. “See, wasn’t it worth it?”

“Yes, it was worth it,” you have to agree. “But, next time, can we get some coffee first?”

He laughs. “We’ll do coffee first.”

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I'd love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

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[haikyu-hoe]

One too many beers

JJ Maybank x reader

fluff, one shot, bit of angst

warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse, fighting

I usually don’t write non-haikyuu fics, but why not, i just love jj so muchhh. Hope you guys like it, if so please drop a like or reblog, it’s appreciated! <3

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You had known jj for so long that you knew that when he wasn’t trying to get you and the others to party, he was probably sulking about something. You left the cosy campfire, took a deep breath in and entered the chateau. jj was there, a smoked blunt still lit besides him, drinking a beer.

“Hey”, you said softly as to not scare him. He turned to you, and you saw the bruise on his jaw. His knees were also scratched pretty bad and his hands too. As you got closer, you noticed blood on his shirt.

“Sup, y/k?”, he said, taking another sip. His eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to cry.

“jj, what happened? are you ok? do you want to talk about it?”, you cautiously asked.

“What’s there to talk about, huh y/k? You know damn well what happened. Same as always!”, he scoffed and took another sip of beer.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-”, you tried to get closer to him but he cut you off brutally.

“You didn’t mean to what? You didn’t mean to what??”, he got up so he was only standing a few feet apart from you. He reeked of alcohol and weed.

“please youre clearly drunk, jj you should get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning.”, you tried vainly to calm him down. But he only got more riled up.

“I’m not taking your dumb fucking advice! You think you know better than me? You think you could handle my dad?”, his eyes were now filled with hatred in addition to the tears. You got closer to him to put a hand on his bicep, but he swiftly removed himself, slapping you with his other hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me or talk to me.”, he scoffed before downing the rest of his beer.

Shocked at what he had done, you left in a hurry, getting scared of what he might do if you stayed. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to the others and went straight home.

———

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, illuminated by the rising sun. A slight bruise had formed during the night on your right cheekbone. You had to talk to jj, but who knows what would happen this time? You brushed your teeth in silence, tearing up from the pain of your cheek. After getting ready, you headed down to the chateau.

“Hey y/k, you left without saying bye last night, what’s up with that? Wait what happened to your face?”, Kie said, her expression changing suddenly as she got closer to examine you.

“I’m sorry, i was in a hurry. Where’s jj?”, you asked. John B got out of the house with Pope and walked up to you guys.

“He left earlier. I think he wanted to find you actually.”, said John B.

“What’s up with that bruise, y/k? you didn’t have it yesterday”, asked pope.

“Yeah, you didn’t reply! Wait. Did jj do this to you? We heard yelling last night before you stormed off”, added Kie.

“I didn’t storm off, i-”, you started but got interrupted.

“So that’s why he was so angry at himself. Y/k this isn’t ok, he might have been drunk but he can’t hit you!”, said John B. They all looked at you, really worried. You sighed.

“Just tell me where he went. please.”, you desperately asked. John B pointed the direction to you and you left quickly. If he was right, he should be by the beach right now.

As the sun got higher in the sky, you spotted a blond guy siting on the sand, watching the waves. You walked faster to him.

“jj, hey i wanted to make things right after last night”, you started. He turned to you, eyes red and puffy, tears on his cheeks. He still smelled a bit like beer, and he definitely hadn’t showered.

“i’m so sorry y/k, i was so upset and drunk and high, and i let that cloud my judgment, i didn’t mean to hurt you…“, he stopped to look at the bruise he left on your face as he got up. He raised a hand to brush your cheek, but you quickly backed up.

“fuck. y/k please don’t be afraid of me, i have almost nothing right now, if i lose you i lose everything”, he took a break to wipe some tears off his face. “I’m an idiot, i’m just like my dad, i screw up everything!”, he yelled, eyes filling with tears again, gritting his teeth. He was aggressively pulling at his hair, letting out panicked, angered screams.

“jj, please. calm down, listen to me. It’s ok, it’s ok. i’m not mad.”, you took him in your arms to get him to calm down. He eventually loosened up and hugged back, repeatedly saying “i’m sorry”. You rubbed his back as he tightened his embrace over you.

“I love you”, he whispered. You heard, but didn’t tell. He probably didn’t mean it like that you know? so you just played it off.

“C‘mon, let’s head back yeah?”, you said, before walking silently back to the chateau with him.

You party that night, get tipsy, fall asleep on the couch, the usual stuff.

———

You get woken up by a smiling jj, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Mmmh, what? jj? what time is it?”, you mumble, still half asleep.

“Come outside with me y/k, i wanna show you something”, he said, obviously excited.

You get up, a bit groggy to be up so early. It’s only 6:00 am, come on jj. Maybe you can go back to sleep later. You follow him to the beach after putting on a hoodie and getting a bit of water in your face. He tugs your sleeve to get you to walk faster.

You sit on the sand, as jj gestures to the sunrise. It’s almost all visible now, and it’s beautiful. You gently rest your head on his shoulder, gathering the courage to talk.

“You know, i uh, i heard you the other day. At the beach i mean. When you… When you said you loved me? And i wanted to-”, you start, cheeks turning red.

“Oh, that? Fuck I was so hungover and maybe still a bit high, god. So sorry”, he says, forcing a laugh and looking away.

“So you… didn’t mean it then?”, you ask, turning to him.

“No, no of course not. Ha”, he adds, still avoiding your gaze. something feels off but you don’t question it. You simply wait for the sun to be up and leave calmly.

———

Kie notices you’ve been off all day, and talks about it with the others. jj is god knows where, and it’s a good thing for now, meaning they can talk to you.

“Y/k, is everything ok? maybe you’re just hungover, but you seem conflicted or something”, starts Pope carefully.

“Myeah. jj told me he loved me. But he didn’t mean it.”, you spit out.

“What?? Wait… WHAT?”, says John B, looking terribly confused. You explain the whole thing in details, and you finally admit it; you like him. Now wether he did too seemed rather complicated right now; you’d have to confront him about it again.

“I shouldn’t tell you this… but i know he meant it. He’s just an idiot”, says John B as you’re about to leave. You thank him for telling you before leaving. jj should be by his house by now. You walk over there, hoping it won’t be complete chaos when you arrive.

Despite your hopes, you hear yelling from the sidewalk. This is bad. Without knocking, you enter house. jj is on the couch, tears in his eyes, while his father, a half-empty bottle of alcohol in hand, yells in his face.

“Hey! Mr. Maybank, please can i-”, you start, putting yourself in front of him. But jj shoves you off.

“y/k. get out of here, now. don’t get yourself killed. just go.”, he says through gritted teeth.

“jj please- Mr Maybank-”, you start again.

“GET OUT!”, yells jj. “I can handle this”, he whispers, tears in his eyes.

“Can you? Can you even handle anything?”, yells his dad, slapping him, then getting him up by the collar.

“Let him go!”, you scream. You Push him away from jj, grab the boy’s hand and run. His father yells some more, but you’re not listening. You run longer than you wanted to, but you finally reach the park. You sit down and so does jj.

“y/k, that was reckless. He could’ve hit you too. Fuck, you can’t barge in like that! I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me again!”, he says, voice still shaking. You put an arm around his shoulders, hand ruffing through his hair. You stay like this a while, until his tears dry off.He slowly leans into your shoulder, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Now’s the time.

“jj. The other day… i mean, at the beach, i wanted to tell you that, well, i love you too.”, you finally said.

He jerks up, looking at you, locking his eyes in yours. He seems unsure. Using the hand still in his hair, you get him closer to you, putting the other on his chest. You feel him putting a hand on your thigh and he touches your cheek softly. The bruise is almost gone now.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers.

“Shhh it’s ok, it’s ok jj, you didn’t mean to. You’re nothing like your father. You’re kind, free and so dear to me”, you say, your voice fading away.

Your lips meet softly, only for a few instants, instants you had been dreaming of for so long, so so long.

He smiles brightly as you both look at each other with passion. He’s so precious, you wish you could protect him from everything.

“i really do love you”, he says.

You kiss his cheek, giggling. He’s so perfect, you’d do anything for him. You rest your heads on each other, almost falling asleep in the afternoon sun. Reciprocated love, it’s the best.

[retrievablememories]

good morning | kai (m)

title: good morning pairing: kai x black!reader genre: smut/pwp, fluff request: “Could you write a Kai and black gf sweet smut? Thank you!” word count: 1.4k warnings: oral sex (female/male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie a/n: there is certainly no shortage of attractive pictures of kai in bed to choose from with these fics, lol

When you open your eyes, you can tell it’s still early in the morning by the scarce light in the room. You’re sure it can’t be any later than 7 or 8 a.m. You groan quietly, glancing over to your right and seeing Kai still sound asleep beside you. You curl further against his side and close your eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.

However, many minutes pass and you’re still awake, to your disappointment. You open your eyes again in frustration, staring at the window above Kai. The room is a little lighter now, signaling the approach of the upcoming sunrise. Your gaze slowly drifts back to the man beside you as you get bored with looking at the closed blinds, and the wheels begin turning in your mind.

You poke his bare shoulder once, but he doesn’t react. You didn’t really expect him to. You trace your index finger against the line of his shoulder and towards his back, stopping at the point where the rest of his body disappears underneath the covers.

You inch even closer to him, sliding your finger over his brow bone and down his cheek, across his jawline and chin. These light, ticklish touches on his face are eventually what cause him to stir from his slumber.

Kai pops one eye open, looking at you blearily. “Is it time to get up already?” he mumbles, his words slightly obscured by the pillow.

“No,” you reply, laying your head on his shoulder blade. “I just woke up and can’t go back to sleep…”

“Sing yourself a lullaby,” Kai says. You flick his shoulder and he chuckles, making your body vibrate from you lying on him.

“Ugh, that’s corny. And not going to work.”

“Then...what do you want me to do?” He attempts to make himself comfortable enough to fall asleep again, but you don’t plan on having that happen on your watch—not now that he’s awake.

“I’m sure you can take a good guess at what I want,” you tell him, scooting yourself fully onto his back so you’re splayed across his body. He moves under you, pushing himself up a little so he’s up on his forearms, and you watch in fascination as his back muscles shift with the movement.

“So early…” He smirks to himself, his voice still scratchy from the sleep he’s missing. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Don’t ask me silly questions,” you say as he slowly rolls over, giving you time to get off his back before you get laid on. “You know I can never get enough of you.”

He chuckles at that. “I guess you’re right.” Soon his fingers are slipping underneath the leg of your sleep shorts, and he nudges his knuckles against your center, feeling that you’re already wet. You hadn’t bothered to put your underwear back on last night, figuring you wouldn’t need it in the morning. And as usual, you were right.

Kai teases your outer lips with the pads of his fingers until you get impatient and push your hips up, trying to get him closer to where you really want him to be. He relents by letting his index and middle finger slide through your lips, parting the soft flesh and and making your clit react to his touch.

The covers are haphazardly thrown across him now, and you slide your hand under them to reach his lower half, pulling his underwear down a bit so you can greedily grip his dick. It’s only halfway hard now, but you know you can quickly change that.

Your bodies converge closer together as you pleasure each other in these early morning hours, Kai’s fingers finding their way inside you like they always do, and his precum spilling over your hand and making it all slick with his desire. You enjoy the warm weight of his cock in your hand and you’re impatient to feel it in other places, too, so you abruptly pull away from him to shimmy your shorts off.

Kai looks at you questioningly but quickly gets the message when you situate yourself so your bottom half is facing him. You push his underwear further out of the way and he helps you tug them all the way down. You take his length into your mouth, tightening your lips around the tip and enjoying the taste of him on your tongue.

Kai sighs pleasurably as you run your tongue along his shaft, then he brings your hips closer so he can drag his tongue across your clit and up to your hole. You moan around his cock as he slips his tongue into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he keeps you pressed tight against his mouth with his other hand on your hip. You don’t think you could ever get tired of him going down on you like this, with his plump lips wrapping around your clit and his long fingers stretching you open. You’re full of him in more ways than one, and you love the way his thighs tense when you cup his balls and swallow around his dick, making your throat squeeze around him.

“Fuck, baby…” His words are lost against your skin as he slides his tongue against your clit and rocks your hips so your pussy glides repeatedly against the wet muscle.

You pull your mouth away from him to gasp. “Oh, God.” A familiar heat grows in the pit of your stomach as Kai continues grinding your clit against his tongue, and you let out a choked noise when he moans against you, sending small vibrations dancing along your nerve endings.

“Jongin, please,” you cry out, gripping his thigh and pushing your hips into his face as the tension finally snaps. For a few long moments, you’re lost to any and everything except the warm mouth sucking at your clit and the muscular arm holding you in place.

Before you can think about bringing Kai to his own orgasm, he’s pulling you off of him and rolling you onto your back so he can fit himself between your legs, his cock bobbing against his stomach. 

The only article of clothing you have left is Kai’s t-shirt from last night, though he decides not to take it off as he spreads your legs further apart and presses himself inside you. He likes the way his shirt fits your frame, and it makes him feel like you have a little part of him with you, or he has you with him—or maybe both. He pushes the shirt up a little ways, sliding his hand underneath it to feel your breasts and the hard peaks of your nipples.

“You feel so good,” he says, and his eyes are filled with a kind of affection that makes you sentimental, especially at this time of the morning. You bring his face closer to kiss his lips, which are soft and wet against your own mouth and still possess the taste of your fluids, and you smile against them.

“I wish we could spend every single morning like this,” you murmur, crossing your arms over his shoulders and doing the same with your legs so nearly every part of your bodies are pressed to each other. Kai’s strokes are languid but still sharp enough to make you feel full with a burning pleasure that threatens to overflow with each passing second.

Kai mouths at your collarbone, his hands still exploring underneath your shirt as he pushes so deep into you that it feels like he could touch you in some way other than physically. “That would be nice,” he agrees, his voice low and a smirk playing across his lips. “I could definitely do this everyday.”

“Everyday,” you repeat. You bury your face in his neck, his skin hot under yours as you feel yourself getting closer to finishing. You soon come with a soft exhalation of his name as your body seizes up under his, drawing him deeper into you and covering him with your wetness.

You both groan as Kai finishes inside you after, burying his cock in you and spilling ropes of thick cum within your walls.

You and Kai stay glued to each other after the last of your orgasms fade, simply relishing the touch of each other’s skin and the warmth of the rising sun, which is starting to peek through the blinds. He doesn’t try to pull out, and you let him stay there, filling you up to the brim even as he softens.

“We’ll have to get up and face the day at some point,” you sigh, though you close your eyes and make no move to separate yourself from your boyfriend.

“At some point,” he echoes, keeping his own eyes closed. He wraps his arms a bit tighter around you, tucking you under his chin. “But not now.”

[youalexturnermeon]

Heyy <3 Love your Blog! Can i take a request with Johnny Lawrence? But fom Karate Kid 1984 if that’s fine :p like the reader and johnny playfully fight and this turns out into fluff and a lightly make out session with sarcasm or sassy remarks? That would be perfect! ☺️

Thank yooou! 🖤 And yeeeeees!!! I love myself some sassy Johnny! I already have a very specific plan in mind. Just have to ask you if you are alright with swearing and/or slight mentions of alcohol/smoking cigarettes or weeed? If not, let me know and I will leave it all out! I want wverybody to feel comfortable with their one shots 🖤

Request: see above

A/N: It’s a good old Johnny Larence x reader and I got a little carried away. Please be nice since English isn’t my first language. But I’m actually very proud of it because I enjoyed writing it very much. Well, I really love myself a sassy Johnny

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and smoking, FLUFF

Wordcount: 1400 (sorry again, I got carried away)

It was not dark anymore as you sat in the cool sand, looking at the water, slightly boozed but at the same time the clearest you have ever been. It wasn’t bright either, but the first sunray already tinted the sea golden on the horizon. You were far enough from the long dead party; you could not hear the people who were not yet ready to let the little celebration from the night before end. At the same time, you were so close that you still could make out the song softly playing out of the forgotten radio. You took a drag from your cigarette and closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of a new day, smelling the fresh morning air, blowing the smoke out.

“Whatcha doing here so all alone?”, you suddenly heard, followed by a thump next to you. As you opened your eyes, you saw a familiar face, mischievously grinning in your direction. Johnny, the biggest jock from high school, the biggest bully, the up-to-no-good Johnny, with hair almost as golden as the sunrise, let himself fall in the sand next to you, laying on the side, his head supported by his hand, was smiling at you. And you couldn’t help yourself but smile back because you out of many, many people knew, that the real Johnny was nothing like the one he played on the outside. He just showed it very rarely.

“Are you deaf, (Y/L/N)?” he laughed, proving this point.

“Nothing.” you said jokingly “Fuck off, Lawrence!”

“Nah, I’d rather be here with you, if you weren’t so boring right now.”

“Didn’t you have enough fun at the party that you have to bother me?”

“Bothering you doing what?”, he asked raising his eyebrow nudging you at the same time. Maybe it was the booze still flowing through your veins that made you feel a tingling sensation exactly on the spot where his hand touched your skin but maybe it was the fact that you had fallen so hard for Johnny. And to be fair, you didn’t want him to go, you wanted him to stay with you. Yet didn’t know any other way to talk to Johnny without him losing interest in you, you thought. He was indeed interested in you, you went out a couple of times, you made out twice, but god knows for how long he would stay interested. You had to keep him busy.

“Being away from all of you, especially you, Johnny!” you mocked him, hoping he would understand that you were meaning the exact opposite. Then you raised your right hand in which you were still holding the lit cigarette, stressing what you were actually doing here so all alone apart from the others. You did not want to smoke around them because it was your last one and you really didn’t want to share it.

“Oh, I see.” he said nodding, still clearly amused by you. And then, faster than you could grasp it, he snatched the cigarette out of your hand and put it between his own perfectly shaped lips, the boyish grin never leaving them either. Blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, nobody looked sexier smoking that Johnny, still lying next to you on his side.

“Hey, give it back!” you yelped trying to tear your last cigarette from his hand which was so much bigger than your own. But again, much faster than anticipated, he blocked your shaky hands with ease.

“Try that again” he laughed, visibly entertained by your unsuccessful attempt. He wanted you closer to him that’s why liked to see you fail getting back what’s yours because he knew, you would come at him as long as it took you to either succeed or get completely out of breath. Which was exactly what he needed right now, your hands all over him.

And you didn’t let him tell you that twice, you tried again and again but he was much stronger and faster than you would ever be, even in his relaxed position. You were ready to jump at his throat, but he was always one step ahead of you. All of a sudden, he was on his feet and running away from you, his golden hair almost glowing in the rising sun.

“Come and get it, (Y/N)!”, he screamed when he came to a stop waiting for you to catch him. And again, when you were so close to catch up with him, he took another abrupt turn in his route, losing you, laughing at the game he created.

“Johnny, I can’t” you were gasping for air, holding your aching stomach “I can’t anymore, please stop!” Still, you were laughing since you were so happy to spend time with him, joking around.

“Okay, okay” he said, raising his hands in defeat, “I will give it to you now, you just have to come to me and get it.”

Johnny was holding the almost distinguished cigarette towards you. You literally had just to go over and take it out of his hands. So, you thought. Once you reached out for it, Johnny dropped it in the sand.

“Oops” Johnny said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His bright blue eyes were flickering with mischief.

“I swear to fucking god, Johnny Lawrence!” you screamed “I’m gonna full-on karate-kick you in your stupid fucking face!” In your fucking stupid beautiful face face, you added in your head.

He narrowed his eyes and his glance pierced right through you. He really wanted to see you try doing that.

“You sure, babe?”

Johnny stood still, waiting for you to make the move, he was pretty sure you would never. He was so much taller than you, you were so small next to him and if he was being honest, rising inches about your head, turned him on. Johnny loved being the big guy. Nevertheless, the playful fury in you made you do unthinkable things. With just a little onset you swung your leg so high that your foot almost his him in the face as you had promised. Both of you were so astonished by the fact that you could reach so high. For you it was already a huge accomplishment, but an even bigger surprise was that Johnny managed to get hold of your ankle in mid-air. He was a Karate champion after all.

And just like that you lost your balance falling down into the sand hard. But you wouldn’t be (Y/N) if you haven’t had dragged him down with you. He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, softening your fall as you landed on his chest.

You two started rolling around in the sand, wrestling with each other while your “I’m gonna fucking kill you, Johnny!” threats echoed through the air. He rolled on top of you, his weight delightfully pressing you down onto the ground, pining your wrists above you head. His face was so close to yours, you could smell his cologne and his hot breath, still slightly having a whiff of smoke and booze tickled your skin. Johnny stared deeply into your (Y/E/C) eyes.

“I’d rather have all helpless under me like that” he whispered, his voice dark, whilst his lips brushed over yours. Your heart started pounding like it was about to escape your ribcage but that was okay, Johnny’s, too, was beating with yours in sync. And then his lips crashed down on yours. They were soft and he tasted of cheap beer and your Marlboro but for you, it was the greatest thing you have ever tasted. Carefully, Johnny released hands, cupping your face, while you wrapped yours around his neck, tugging his hair. He let out a small grunt. All the time during the party, watching you having fun with your friends, this was the only thing he wanted to do with you. And you felt him smile into the kiss.

“We should do that more often” he said when he let go of you, both of you out of breath.

“You wish!”

“Hell yeah, I do”, he admitted. Then he rolled over to the side fumbling in the pockets of his tight blue jeans until he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.  

“Now, let’s have another smoke and then let me bring my girlfriend home”

“What???” you gasped.

“You heard me, (Y/L/N)!”

This was by far, the best party ever.

[the-fiction-witch]

Control P15

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE:BENNY X READER RATING: SWEET AF!!!!

I went and got the door as y/n went to make some coffee I opened the door letting Wisse and Luke into the apartment the three of us muttering about this and that as they headed inside "Hu, benny?" Wisse asks

"Yeah?"

"who's the fat old braud?"

instantly I smirked a little trying not to laugh as she turned around and looked like she was about to murder him "You have a will right Wisse?"

"Yeah why?"

"Becuase... she is gonna kill you" I smirked going to sort the chessboard up

"Come here you little!" she yelped going to try and grab him but I up an arm around her and lifted her off the floor enough she couldn't get out my grip "No benny let me at him!" she complained till I put her down

"Boys, Y/n y/l/n I'm sure you've met before" I told them

"Ohh yeah, Hi y/n" Luke smiled getting himself a seat at the table

"Hu, I didn't recognise you, sorry y/n" wisse smiled "What uhh... what is she doing here?"

"I live here" she argued

"lives here? Ooooooohhh Benny got a girlfriend" Luke laughs

"Yes. I did"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I... I don't have a response to a yes as an answer"

"so shut up"

"You guys actually a couple then?"

"Yep, very happily" Y/n smiled

"Extremely happily" I smiled giving her a kiss

"Lucky dick got the cute girlfriend" Luke sighed

"cute fience" I corrected

"Really? your gonna hitch yourself to him?" Wisse laughed

"Hey!" I complained

"Well, I suppose I have to" she giggled stroking her baby bump

"what!" Luke laughed excitedly

"can you guys not tell?" she laughed

"Awwwwww there's gonna be a tiny baby!" Luke smiled

"why!" wisse complained "why would you let him procreate? I thought we all collectively agreed to not let his genetics get anywhere else?"

".... when did you agree that?" I complained

"Like six Christmas' ago" luke shrugged

"well it's a bit late for that, he's due next month" she smiled

"she" I corrected

"He" she giggled

"Now we playing or not?" Luke asked

"Course, you rest up you need anything you ask okay," I told her so she nodded going to read her book on the chair

I sat playing with the guys a good while, y/n kept out of it mostly reading her chess books on the chair, she would bring drinks and food whenever we needed it even if all of us told her no she should rest baby but she did it anyways, it was getting late and she was getting tried I could tell as she was watching a game her little eyes would sometimes flutter shut, her head sometimes would droop but whenever I blew her a kiss she'd perk up again for a moment or two. "I think it's bed time for mummy. You boys have fun" she smiled as she slowly pushed herself up stroking her bump "Okay, we'll be quiet, you rest up alright" I told her taking her hand "I will" she smiled "Sleep well y/n" wisse smiled "Rest that tiny human growing in your person oven y/n" luke laughed She gave my head a kiss before she slowly walked into the bedroom getting ready for bed I focused on the game for a good while but I couldn't take my eyes off her, the door to our bedroom open just a crack just enough I could still see her, laid on our bed, her head on the pillow, the gentle orange light casgading across her, her hair all over the place, her face so peaceful and sireen, her little nightie holding her so tight where she was growing so much, her book open on her page it fallen on the duvet her hand still holding it the other on the pillow, I rested my head on my hand just watching her sleep so peacefully her bump rising and falling in the covers "Dude I think benny's broke I just checked him." Wisse says "Not broke. He's got a pregnant wifey it's gonna be a distraction. I mean look I can wave a hand in his Face and nothing" luke laughed "Benny? You in there man or have you shut up shop tonight?" "Hu? Ohh sorry guys" I sighed "I think I think I need to turn in too. And I can't leave her all alone she can't sleep without me" I smiled "well finish up another time maybe once baby comes" "Alright, see you around" wisse laughed we all said our goodbyes and they both left so I shut up and went climbing into bed with her "You didn't have to Benny, I could have waited till you-" "Shhhh. You where sleepy. I should have kicked them out hours ago so you could sleep." "But chess-" "Shhh, sleep. You and our baby are more important" "Nothing is more important then chess to you" "You are. And so's baby." I told her "I have to take care of my girls. Besides I was tried too and you know I can't sleep without you either" "Okay Benny if your sure" "Of course I'm sure little lady, now you rest that tummy shouldn't be long now till baby comes"

I woke up softly and gently "Uuummmm good morning little lady, and my sweet little baby" I smiled trying to cuddle her but something was wrong. The bed felt wet. Her body was shaking. Her hand in mine in a death like grip, "Benny! Something's wrong!" She yelled "What! What's wrong!" I asked quickly waking up seeing her she was panicked, sweaty, in alot of pain the sun not even up yet "I think baby's coming" "Baby's coming! Are uhh are you sure?" "I don't know, I couldn't sleep because of my tummy and then I had an accident and now it won't- aaahhhhhh!" "Okay... Okay... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pack the bag! I think right? Yes! Pack!" I said trying to remember what the hell I was gonna do getting out the bed and starting to pack her back "what was I meant to pack?" "BENNY!" "I'm sorry y/n I forget" "It's on the list in the fridge. Now hurry up!" She yelled turning to sit on the edge of the bed, I grabbed the list and packed he's a quick bag getting myself dress too "Right next uhh we need to get you to the hospital, but I don't think an ambulance is really worth it, then again I get stuck in traffic, what I'd the car breaka down I can't deliver a baby! What if the ambulance has to stop for baby to be born and then our kiss born in an ambulance? Do I have everything, did you want anything before we go little lady? A drink, some food? A shower? Do your hair maybe?" "Benny... There is currently what feels like a human being with a watermelon sized head trying to force its way out of my Virgina, Get your skinny ass in that car and take me to a fucking doctor now!" "Okay, okay." I nodded realizing how panicked I was I helped her up and out into the car with her bag, I quickly locked up and by the time I got back she was screaming "okay it's all gonna be okay, just try not to focus on the pain" I reassured her "Easy for you to say!" "Right let's get baby to the doctor" "Now!" She screamed putting my car into drive for me almost making us hit a lamppost "Y/n I understand your in-" "BENNY! DRIVE THE FUCKING CAR!" She screamed "Or I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHOVE EVER CHESS PIECE YOU OWN UP YOUR ASS!" "Yes dear" I gulped quickly getting the car going

I dropped y/n off and the nurses happily took her, I went and got parked and rushed into the office they directed me to the little seating area where a few other men sat waiting "But I - I promised her I'd be with her" "Sorry we can't allow it she's a six thirteen" "Six thirteen what does that mean?" "I'm sure the doctor will explain later sir please take a seat" I sighed and went taking a seat waiting till one of the other men spoke up "Hey? First?" "Yeah." I answered "It never gets easier kid" he laughs coming to sit in the chair beside me "I just... I wanna be with her you know make sure she's okay" "Hey, she's a fucking lot stronger then you think she is" he laughs "this is our fourth. I always worry about her. At the end she always tells me not to worry" he laughs "Yeah, she's a strong one. I know she is" I smiled "do you know what a six thirteen is?" "Yeah," "Please. I just wanna know" "It means there's been a complication, and everyone non essential has to be kept out for safety" "Something's wrong?" "It could be something small, like breach, or backwards or anything like that" he shurgs "or a c section. They class that as a six thirteen" "Oh God." "Relax it's probably nothing" he says "my boy was a six thirteen. Came out backwards the stupid boy" "Well I guess it's just a waiting game" "Pretty much kid" We sat chatting about this and that for a few hours or so it was getting late now, or early. Not sure which to class or as but everyone would peek up whenever a nurse came around the corner and just as the sun began to peak over the windows a nurse came "Watts?" "Yes!" "Follow me please" she says I nodded and followed her to a little room but she didn't open the door, "baby is born. Happy and healthy. Mummy's doing fine if a little stressed we'll start getting sorted to get her home congratulations" she smiled before she headed off, I was excited happily opening the door to the little hospital room the blinds open letting the sweet purple, orange and gold of the sunrise flood the room, and there on the bed was y/n sat up a little shaken her hair a mess, a smile on her face with a job I'd never seen before, and in her arms wrapped up in a little yellow blanket was a tiny little baby only moments old. The baby was giggling ever so softly as y/n stroked the baby's skin I'd never seen something so beautiful I wanted to cry "Hello y/n" "Hello Benny" she smiled "come" she smiled patting the little chair beside the bed, I smiled going over and sitting with her both of them bathed in the rays of the sunrise "You okay?" "Ummmm. Tried" "I can guess so" I laughed "they wouldn't let me in" "They said because of things I forget what they said but she's happy and healthy" "She?" "She. Benny meet your daughter" she smiled letting me see the cute little squishy face of our little girl, she was so cute and beautiful I almost cried "A daughter. I have a daughter. Hi little one, uhh nice to meet you" I smiled shaking her tiny hand "God damn it Benny, you don't have to introduce yourself to her" "She doesn't know who I am yet, I'm just being a gentleman about it" I said giving her little head a kiss which made her giggle more "are you okay?" "Fine Benny" she laughed so I gave her a kiss too "she has her daddies." "She does. But I'm sure she'll grow up and be as beautiful as her mummy" "In sure she will. Thought if any names for her?" "I get to name her?" "Umm you won. You where right about it being a girl. You can name her" she smiled I looked at our little girl thinking of all the girls names I knew many of them I didn't want to use as I'd slept with girls named that and that would be a werid thing but the more I looked at her the more ideas went quickly though my mind until, I saw the sun just shimmer a little the rays of gold, purple and red across the room from the sun as it rose and it casgading across her little face "Aurora" I smiled "Aurora. I like it" she smiled "I think it suits her" "It does. Little aurora" "Little aurora watts" "Aurora y/l/n. Not your wife yet Benny" "You would be if someone would get the wedding sorted and let me marry her already" I laughed "I know, but maybe aurora watts so she gets used to it" "Good, she was like this close to being named scillian you know that right?" "I know I'm surprised it's not chess related or are you saving that for any boys" "Kinda, plus not alot of chessy girls names" "That and scillian is our sex safe word" "Yeah that too" I laughed "so you ready to get aurora home?" "Very ready Benny"

[lillian-nator]

Hola, Bridge anon is back and making a place maker 👾

Based off of the song “Where is My Mind?” by The Pixies 

"Ooh, stop."

Tommy felt like his whole world was at a pause.

He felt euphoric.

As the wind rushed around him, he felt his hair get pushed the the side, making the blonde mop atop his head messier than it had been previously. A content smile playing on his face as he closed his eyes and just felt.

Tommy felt as though he could feel the world around him. He laid atop the abandoned bridge, his back against the rough and cool wood. His head pounding softly from when he hit it on the same wood earlier tonight. He heard the water rushing below, the pond moving an awful lot for a dead part of the city. His feet could still feel the tickle of the grass beneath them from the meadow below.  The sun - just rising at this time of the morning (around 5 am) - it's soft rays licking at Tommy's arms thrown to his sides, warming him up in a blissful moment.

The screams and laughs of his friends brought an odd sense of comfort to Tommy that he wasn't sure was possible.

"Yeah get him Purp!" Punz screamed as Purpled picked up Tubbo and threw the brunette over his shoulder.

There were more laughs and yells and loud banter in the background, but all Tommy could focus on was the world around him.

"With your feet on the air and your head on the ground"

Tommy sat up, taking in the sunrise around him.

He had always been a huge fan of sunsets, the way that the pinks-purples-and-oranges danced around each other, and the sun slowly fading from sight - Tommy found it beautiful. But this, he had never seen the sunrise before, always too early. Tommy was usually a late sleeper, but this didn't count since he hadn't gone to sleep yet. Thinking about his bed, his eyes drooped a bit, but he quickly rubbed the sleep out of them. He had to remember this forever.

His legs dangled over the bridge, something that had to be dangerous, but it never registered in his mind.

"Quackity, stop walking along the edge! You're gonna kill yourself!" George screeched, wheezing.

"Chill out old man. You're getting senile, decrepit. I'm fine -" Quackity screamed running over towards the middle of the bridge, after almost falling, ensuing giggles from those around him. "I'm good."

Tommy was so fucking happy.

“Try this trick and spin it, yeah”

Tommy felt a presence sit beside him. An arm went around his shoulders.

He smelt the familiar oak-scent of his friend’s body wash. 

A hand ruffled his hair, Tommy breathily laughed. 

“Hey - you okay?” 

Tommy leaned further into Dream’s arm. “Yeah,” He sighs, “Just taking everything in.” 

Dream felt the blonde’s forehead, “You sick?” He laughed. “Are you high Thomas? Did you steal Q’s pot?”

Tommy laughed, and pushed Dream off of him, careful of the fact that their legs were dangling over a 50ft drop. “What?” He wheezed, “Why would you think I’m high? And I’m not. I don’t think Big Q brought any.” 

“Me neither,” Dream agrees lightly. “Thank God. He is already trying to kill himself walking over the edge.” 

Dream pushed Tommy back, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this calm.” 

“I like sunsets. I watch them on my roof all the time.” He grinned, “I’m also really fucking tired.” 

“Your head will collapse”

“Bet you won’t jump into the lake.” Tommy heard Ponk say.

He whipped his head around to watch Ponk and SapNap’s conversation. 

“Bet.” 

Tommy’s eyes glistened with a new found energy. Slowly standing up, mindful of the edge, walking over to where SapNap was stood. Tommy stood next to Tubbo and Purpled putting his arms around their shoulders, and breathing in the combined scents of their shampoo. 

He felt like he could feel the world around him again. 

“If SapNap doesn’t die, are you gonna jump?” Tubbo asked looking up at the blonde. 

“Course Tubbo. You know me.” His face brightened at the thought of the adrenaline rush. “I’ll jump whether or not he dies.” 

Tubbo laughed pushing him slightly. 

“Yeah,” The boy breathed, “I know.” 

“But there's nothing in it” 

SapNap backed up, going to the left side of the bridge while Dream, George, Ponk, and Punz were on the right side looking towards the water to make sure SapNap didn’t fucking die. Tommy, Tubbo, Purpled, Karl, and Quackity were scattered in the middle of the bridge, watching the whole scene unfold. 

“3″ Dream shouted. 

“2″ Tommy, Karl, Quackity, and Punz joined in. 

“1″ Everyone, including SapNap shouted, as the brunette ran forward, with the momentum of a true varsity offensive tackler. 

He jumped, the wind flying through his hair, legs bawled into the center of his chest, smile playing fondly on his face. 

SapNap let out a loud “whoop” of excitement. As he fell down into the water. 

Splash. 

“And you'll ask yourself”

“SapNap didn’t die!” Dream shouted. 

Everyone let out loud cheers of excitement as Tommy threw his hands in the air, Purpled and Tubbo finally escaping his grasps. 

“Who’s next?” Karl offered, while looking directly at Tommy. 

Tommy moved backwards, careful not to step over the age, looking at all 8 other boys atop the bridge. 

“Oh, you know it’s me, Big Man.” 

He jumped up and down, readying himself for the jump. 

“Where is my mind?”

“3″ Dream started again. 

Tommy felt the adrenaline rush through his body. 

“2″ Tubbo and Purpled joined in. 

He shook off the rest of his nerves, getting in a running stance. 

“1″ All 8 of the boys shouted, Tommy too excited to speak. 

Tommy ran. 

He jumped. 

“Where is my mind?”

He let out a loud yell mid-air. 

He laughed hard, and wanted to cry out of joy. This. This is it.

This is fucking euphoria. 

The wind rushed through his hair, and woke him up, and hit him on his face. Tommy had never felt so fucking free. 

He did a couple of flips when he realized that he was far enough away from the water. The feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away - and he would pay for every extra second he could feel it. 

“I’m a fucking bird!” Tommy yelled right as he was about to crash into the water. 

“Where is my mind?”

It was all blue. Blue was everywhere. 

It was a nice blue too. A clear blue. A light turquoise color. 

Tommy wanted to stay in this blue forever. 

He started to swim up. 

He was met with oranges and pinks of the sunrise. This was okay too. 

“Way out in the water”

Suddenly there were cheers from above him. 

Oh right. They wanted to make sure he didn’t fucking die.

He felt SapNap wrap his arms around Tommy’s shoulders bringing him down into the water. Tommy laughed so hard that he almost choked on the water. 

Soon enough he felt Purpled jump in and Karl jump in, and Punz, and Tubbo, and Dream - 

He felt the happiest he had been in years. 

“See it swimmin'"

As Tommy crawled through his window at 6 am, hair dripping, and clothes soaking wet, a broad grin was spread across his face. 

He quickly grabbed the first sweatshirt he found, smelling it, he briefly recognized it as Tubbo’s - but he didn’t care. He quickly stripped, throwing on a pair of black sweatpants, and Tubbo’s red sweatshirt, that was far too big on the brunette, but fit perfectly on the blonde. 

He carefully laid atop his bed, muscles still sore from the nights activities.

He looked at his ceiling, trying to close his eyes, and hopefully sleep for 4 or 5 hours, nobody would expect Tommy to be awake until 11 or noon anyways, but he couldn’t find it in himself to fall asleep. The same scene of the ocean below him playing over and over again. 

He felt like he was fucking high - and he hadn’t even been on any drugs. 

Is this what heaven felt like? 

As he heard Phil’s alarm go off a few rooms over, he tiredly rubbed his eyes that refused to close. 

It was going to be a long day - but Tommy wouldn’t trade his experience for anything in the world. 

.

[Yeah, I’ll probably put this on ao3, I won’t lie.]

[thewhumperinwhite]

And Then You Kill Me (part 5)

story masterpost

TW for: referenced dubcon; guilt and self-hatred; suicidal behavior; angst and misunderstandings; under-negotiated sexual behavior. Nothing directly nsfw here but it is very much The Morning After.

@whumpitywhumpwhump @favwhumpstuff

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Usually, the morning after he eats, Karim sits on the roof with a cup of coffee and watches the sun rise.

It’s half indulgence and half penance. He can’t actually drink the coffee, which makes the smell exactly halfway between comfort and torture. And, depending on the…volume, he guesses, of the person he’s fed from, he can only stand the sun for about an hour on a clear day. Though sometimes he stays longer than that, to feel it prickle and burn against his skin. It depends on how much he feels like a thief, how much his mouth still tastes like lies.

This morning, of course, is different.

On the one hand, he isn’t as full as he normally is. It’s cloudy out, but he still needs the sunglasses he borrowed from Diana ages ago, that take up half his face; and he pulls a cap down low over his ears and forehead, too, for good measure.

On the other hand, he didn’t say a thing last night that wasn’t true, and that feels so good he’s almost drunk on it.

There’s warmth in his belly that’s more than blood.

Karim leans forward, cradling the still-hot mug against his chest, and squints down at the street below him. There’s a little shop on the corner, where he goes for batteries sometimes; they sell some simple groceries. Karim’s never had a reason to buy them before. He can’t think of any reason he’d like better than this.

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Art wakes up with a screaming headache and absolutely no idea where he is.

Which. What he’s learning—what it feels like it’s taking him forever to learn—is that no matter how many times you wake up naked on someone else’s couch and don’t remember how you got there, it never gets easier or better.

And then he does remember. And that’s much worse.

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Karim pauses inside the door, in the act of setting down the single bag of food and drink he’s bought. He’s just realized that orange juice belongs in the refrigerator, and he doesn’t actually have one of those. He doesn’t eat, and it hadn’t seemed worth the electricity.

Possibly the boy can drink it all in one go? It’s been so long since Karim’s drunk anything that comes out of a bottle, he isn’t actually sure how much—

He’s still standing there, in the doorway, holding Diana’s sunglasses in one hand and the carton in the other, and then a lamp hits him in the side of his head.

It doesn’t hit hard enough to rock him backward, but it does crack in half, and land at his feet in three big pieces.

Karim stares for a moment, down at the wreckage, and then up to the bathroom doorway, where the boy he picked up from the docks is standing. He’s wearing his sweatshirt again, and he’s trembling.

“What was that for?” says Karim. The boy’s face twists.

“We had a deal,” the boy says, and that’s when Karim realizes that the boy is shaking because he’s very, very angry.

“…Huh?” Karim says. It’s the wrong answer, apparently; the boy makes an unintelligible noise and lunges for a ceramic vase sitting on a nearby end table. Karim scrambles to set the orange juice and sunglasses down (Diana likes these glasses, and she’s terrifying when she’s angry) and throw his hands up in surrender. “Woah—Hey wait!” The boy pauses, holding the vase like a grenade. He’s swaying slightly under its weight. Presumably like someone who’s lost about a liter and a half of blood. Karim kind of can’t believe he’s even on his feet right now.

“…I bought you some orange juice,” Karim says, hesitantly. “The internet says it’s good for—”

The boy throws the vase.

“Oh my god!” Karim says, ducking into the kitchen, more by instinct than any actual fear of injury. (He is full of blood and almost indestructible; and also the boy aims like someone who has lost thirty percent of their blood by volume.) “What is your problem?”

The boy gapes at Karim, and has to grab the bathroom doorway to steady himself.

“My problem,” he gasps, sounding like he wants to shout it but is too out of breath. “Did I fucking stutter last night, you asshole?” He presses his hand to his temple and closes his eyes; his head must feel like a rotten melon by now. “What part of dead by sunrise was too fucking complicated for you?”

Karim blinks at the boy. Feels borrowed blood rise into his cheeks.

“Oh, that,” Karim says. “I, um…” He has no idea what to say. “…Sorry?”

His apology—which is half-hearted, admittedly; for once it hadn’t even occurred to him to feel guilty about this—hits the boy like a blow to the stomach, and the boy covers his face with one hand and slides down the bathroom doorframe until he’s sitting in a little heap on the floor. Wearing his still-damp sweatshirt and nothing else, his bare legs splayed out to either side. He looks—small, and less alive, and ah yes, there’s the guilt Karim has been missing.

“—so fucking stupid,” the boy mutters, into his hand.

Karim puts the juice down on the counter. He wants to move closer, but that cannot possibly be what the boy wants right now.

“God dammit,” the boy says, and he turns away from Karim, and climbs forward, easing himself back up to his feet against the wall. “Fuck this,” he says, and then Karim realizes he’s crawling-stumbling-falling toward the door, like he’s going to leave that way, swaying and half-naked.

“Woah,” Karim says, darting out to catch at the boy’s shoulder, “Hold on a s—”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” the boy spits, spinning away from Karim’s touch. His back is against the front door again, like it was when he opened up so sweet and easy under Karim’s mouth and hands—what, six hours ago? Less? The boy is incandescent with rage for a second, his eyes—they’re green, an ordinary alive-person green, shot through with brown, and achingly pretty—almost glowing with it, and then his face shutters like an empty house and he says, voice cold and precise, “Get out of my way.”

Karim hadn’t even realized he was in his way. But the door opens in, so the boy really can’t get out unless Karim moves. Karim holds his hands up instead, leaning back out of the boy’s space.

“Just—just wait a second, okay?” Karim says. He tries to pitch his voice as low and nonthreatening as possible, like he isn’t looming over the boy whether he wants to or not. “Let’s just—can we just talk about this for a second.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” the boy says. He’s supporting himself against the door, but if Karim didn’t already know he wouldn’t guess how unsteady on his feet the boy is; his voice is steady and flat and colder than Father’s basement in January. “It’s my own fault for being so fucking dumb and gullible, fair enough, glad that worked out for you, now back the fuck off.” That last part is said with so much sudden venom that Karim actually does stumble back a step without really meaning to.

“Gullible,” Karim repeats stupidly, like if he can understand just one word of what the boy is yelling at him this will all make sense suddenly. And then—suddenly—it does, and he gapes at the boy.

“Wait,” Karim says. “Do you—you think I was lying?” He almost expects the boy to deny it, except the boy is still giving him that same flat, blank look (with incomprehensible emotion underneath it, disgust and anger and maybe even hurt). “What—why on earth would I have—”

The boy looks at him. There are splotches of color in his cheeks, and his eyes are slightly too bright, and when Karim stares at him he tugs the hem of his sweatshirt down just a little farther, like he’s trying to cover his ass.

Karim takes a step back, dropping his hands to his sides.

“I wasn’t,” he says, nonsensically. “This is—Boy. I swear to you. I did not say a single thing last night that wasn’t true.”

There are big raised welts on either side of the boy’s throat, where Karim’s fangs went into him last night. The boy must have seen them, if he was in the bathroom; his reflection works just fine. They don’t look like hickeys or bruises or anything other than what they are. There’s no way the boy shouldn’t believe him, this one time when he only took what was given willingly, and not even all of that. There’s no way—

“Then explain it to me, asshole,” the boy says, and his voice is shaky with unshed tears. “Explain the world where everything you said is true, and I’m not dead yet.”

Karim wants—Karim wants. Karim wants to reach out and touch the boy. Karim wants to hold the boy gently, wants to wrap him up in something warm and safe until he tells him why he talks that way, why he wants to give his life—this thing he has that Karim doesn’t, that Karim won’t ever again—away so badly his voice trembles like that whenever he talks about it.

“It’s,” Karim says. His Father is always in despair about how bad he is with words. “Well, it’s just—I like you.”

Karim hasn’t told a lie in almost eight hours, now. This isn’t a lie, either.

The boy’s eyes go wide, surprise and then fear and then anger, and then without warning he dives down, flops onto his knees, grabs a shard of the shattered vase, and jerks it toward his own throat.

“No!” Karim grabs the boy’s wrist, too hard; it creaks alarmingly in his grasp, but the jagged ceramic piece falls from his hand and clatters to the ground. He wants to let go—the boy is far too still, his eyes too wide, and Karim already knows his wrist will bruise—but he can’t. There’s too much broken pottery and glass, and the boy is such a fragile thing.

The boy stares up at Karim. He is kneeling wide-eyed at Karim’s feet, and Karim can hear his shallow too-fast breath and his hummingbird heart, and it is almost more than he can bear.

The boy doesn’t scream, though; he doesn’t even call Karim a monster, or any of the other things Karim deserves. What he says, his voice tight, is, “They’ll find me,” and then, soft and desperate, meeting Karim’s light bulb eyes with his pretty dull alive ones, “Please.”

Karim doesn’t let go of the boy’s wrist. He gets carefully to his knees beside him, instead, meeting the boy’s gaze like it doesn’t even hurt.

“I’ve been killing in this city for nine years now,” he says, and there’s fear in the boy’s eyes, but still no fear of him. “They’ve never caught me.”

The boy’s eyes flicker. Karim has no idea with what. But this is the moment. He throws caution to the winds.

“Give me a week,” he says.

The boy stares at him.

“I like you,” he says again. The boy’s pounding heart hasn’t sped or slowed, so Karim keeps going. “You’re—I’ve never met anyone like you.” That’s true, like everything else he’s said, but he knows the boy won’t like it, so he presses ahead, fighting hard not to trip over his words. “I want to spend a week with you. Not to—we can do whatever you want. I won’t touch any way you don’t want me to. I know how to hide in this city better than anyone, no one will know where you are. And at the end of the week—” He swallows; he doesn’t want this to be a lie, but also the thought of it turns his stomach; he makes himself say it anyway. “And at the end of the week, I’ll kill you any way you ask me to. I promise.”

There’s a too-long moment of silence. The boy’s heart flutters painfully, and neither of them blink.

“…a week,” the boy says slowly, after an eternity.

Karim nods, maybe frantically.

The boy pulls his hand delicately out of Karim’s grip; Karim, useless heart pounding, lets him.

“For a week,” the boy says, “you’d better give me the flashiest murder scene in history.”

Karim grins, so hard it almost hurts his face. “Flashy,” he says, giddy and stupid. “I can do that.”