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[danggirlronpa]

Hey it's me 🫡, is 3:22 AM and just wanted to ask to things :3

Like always the most important, how are you feeling today? is was a good day? maybe eated something nice?

And the second one, like in every ship space, we like to see our creatures loving each other but, in relationship there's some tension/fights, maybe silly stuff or important stuff, so my question is,

How you imaginate Ibuki and Hiyoko arguing?

like, maybe Ibuki forget to wash the dishes, or Hiyoko make a heavy joke that upset Ibuki..

Also, how they manage to apologize and still loving each other.

Take care🧡🧡🧡 , Drink water and eat apples to keep Mikan away /j

Always glad to be on bad sleep schedules together <3 I've had a very long type of day! Not bad, just lots going on. I hope you're doing well in spite of the 3 AM-ness of it all

This is a really interesting thing to think about, because one of the reasons Hiyoko and Ibuki's relationship is so strong is that Ibuki sees straight past when Hiyoko is lashing out to the root of the issue. Ibuki has an exceptionally high emotional intelligence (though she doesn't always act on it, due to also having a very high "do whatever makes you happy!" They shouldn't do what makes them happy this time, Ibuki. They're committing murders), so I think she'd realize more or less the moment her free-wheeling went too far for Hiyoko and back down.

I think someone would have to go really, really far to genuinely make Ibuki mad. The fastest way would be to act snobby about music and the arts, which Hiyoko would never do. I do think that Ibuki has a bit of a "smile and repress it" issue about her own issues, even if it's not to the same extent as, say, Hina. But again, I think that Ibuki has so much emotional awareness, she would know when to step away and how to broach that topic again once she was feeling better (though Hiyoko would stew in some big guilt in the meantime!). I think Ibuki would be very cuddly and affectionate either way, and Hiyoko would do a whole tsundere routine of pretending not to cuddle up to her.

This whole ballgame changes while they're remnants. Ibuki's emotional intelligence can be a very sharp weapon when needed, as - obviously - is Hiyoko's tendency to lash out. Ibuki intentionally harping on Hiyoko's weak points, and Hiyoko taking the resulting anger out on as many innocent ants she can find? (because that is how they look, from the stage - a thousand tiny ants, traveling up and down their little hills, busy busy workers in the sand waiting to get squished -) That's some despair! And then in the aftermath they come together and have some nasty sex. Toxic yuri, babey!

[bontentrio]

ATEEZ AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

[HYUNG LINE] (part 2 with maknae line will be uploaded soon!)

tw: fluff + suggestive in yunho’s part (+ possible spelling mistakes since english is not my first language)

a/n: i didn’t expect for my first post to get several reblogs and +100 likes so thank you! it motivated me to write this. i promise i’ll post maknae line soon<3 feel free to give me feedback (inbox open)

HONGJOONG - MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

hongjoong truly loves touring, flying out from one city to another, finding new places and making new memories. he loves it. he also loves performing with his members in front of thousands of fans and seeing new faces every time he steps on a stage. nothing compares to that thrill he feels each time. but also, sometimes he finds himself longing for someone back home, someone who he cannot call “his” yet. 

hongjoong knows you aren’t there. you are probably back home, either studying or going to work, or simply sitting in your comfortable hello kitty pjs he gifted you once for your birthday, probably watching a silly show you got recommended on tiktok. just by thinking about that scenario, he smiles, only for it to slowly fade moments later. he knows you aren’t there, yet he still searches for your face in the crowd. he searches for you when he goes around sightseeing in whatever city he is in. he searches for you when he’s back at the hotel, maybe you’re checking in. he knows you are not there, yet he always expects it to be you when someone knocks on his door. 

hongjoong feels silly when these feelings hit, since you aren’t even “his” to call. how can he miss someone so much? you text every day, and facetime each time you are both available. yet he still longs for you, he misses the way you would slightly lean on him when you laugh at a joke he made, he misses the way you would huff in annoyance when something doesn’t go your way, he misses the way you would steal his clothes when you’re cold and the way you would always leave them nicely folded when you leave, despite him desperately wanting you to take a part of him with you. 

hongjoong debated many times on whether he should tell you about his feelings or not. truth is, he is terrified, terrified to reach for you and be left hanging because you don’t reciprocate his feelings. so, he did the things he knows best: he wrote you a song. for now, he will put every single part of his soul into the lyrics, letting himself wander into different scenarios where he is the one that you dream about and also the one who’s the reason you can’t sleep at night. 

hongjoong doesn’t know whether he will show you the song or not, but if he ever gets the courage to do so, he hopes the feelings get to you. 

SEONGHWA - ENCHANTED

seonghwa found himself staring boringly at the people around him: people from different groups, managers and event staff. some were finding their seats at the venue, others were still posing for photographs and the staff were moving around back and forth to get the final touches ready for when the awards show aired. meanwhile, ateez was waiting by the door for someone to guide them to their seats. he enjoyed these events, really, but tonight he was feeling a little bit more introverted, wanting to spend the night in his pjs and build the new star wars lego setup he bought recently, probably on live for atiny to see. so definitely not at an awards show with hundreds of cameras that followed his every move, filled with fake people and their fake smiles. 

seonghwa heard a stern voice behind him, probably from one of the staff members: “wait here, you’ll be guided to your seats after them”, the voice instructed. he wasn’t even going to turn around to check what group was behind them, he simply didn’t feel like making socials tonight. that was, until he heard something that caught him off guard: “is it too late to leave, manager?”, the voice said, giggling by the end of the phrase as to signal that it was, obviously, a joke. 

seonghwa couldn’t help but turn around. he saw you, smiling at your manager with mischief covering your face, while also emanating the most beautiful aura he has ever seen. don’t ask him to explain, but he just knew at that very first second, that you were definitely something else. i mean, he wasn’t even sure he believed in auras, yet he was convinced he saw you shine beautifully, and it wasn’t because of the sparkly outfit you were wearing. 

seonghwa caught your manager looking at him nervously and tapped your shoulder lightly: “y/n don’t joke like that! someone will think you are serious” they said. you proceeded to follow your manager’s eyes, then interlocked your eyes with seonghwa and smiled. and he swore his heart stopped for a second. “but i am serious manager!” you exclaimed, turning back to them. your manager sighed in defeat, muttering something along the lines of “please behave” with a faint smile. they were probably used to your playfulness. 

seonghwa didn’t know what possessed him next: “you’re not the only one” he said, chuckling slightly. you laughed, turning back to your manager, “see?” you asked, causing them to roll their eyes and go back to check on the rest of the members of your group. your eyes interlocked again, and he felt his heartbeat accelerate. “have we met before?” he asked suddenly. “i don’t think so, this is our first awards show since our debut” you replied, followed by a “that’s why i want to leave, i’m too nervous”. 

seonghwa realized that you were very easy and fun to talk to, and that time went by too fast: the staff member came back and asked ateez to follow him to their seats. “i’ll see you around?” he asked, turning his head back at you, waiting for a response. you nodded, a faint blush covering your cheeks. “cool, pleasure to meet you”, he said, biting his lip to suppress a smile, and turning around to follow his members. 

seonghwa was glad he came to the awards show, he got to meet you after all. you got seated on the opposite side of ateez, much to his disadvantage, yet he still managed to interlock eyes with you throughout the night. by the end of it, he just knew his thoughts will echo your name for a while, at least until he sees you again. 

YUNHO - GUILTY AS SIN?

yunho was sure he was going insane, or maybe he was already insane and only now took notice of it. either way, he was sure of one thing: he could not get you out of his mind. no matter what he did, scenarios of you plagued his mind, scenarios that in fact, did not happen. sure, he had seen you earlier that day when you met him at a new cat cafe that opened nearby, and the conversations you had were friendly and pleasant. definitely didn’t go along the lines of the visions that kept appearing inside his mind. 

yunho was entranced by the way your lips moved while talking, occasionally biting your lower one when caught thinking about something. he also took notice of the way your lipstick went fading every time you took a sip of your coffee, and how the stain mark on the cup grew more prominent each time. and now he could not stop thinking about it. specifically kept picturing the way your lipstick would stain his skin, from his lips all the way to his neck and collarbones. he believes the color would definitely suit him. he kept imagining the way your lips would move against his own, and how he would wrap his hands around your thighs to pull you up, caging you between the wall and himself. 

yunho couldn’t help but feel extremely sinful, especially when neither of you acted in a flirtatious way earlier that day. maybe he was going bad, or mad, or maybe even wise, because even though nothing ever happened, he still felt something going on between you two. was it a sin to desire you the way he did? he craved for you, not only physically, but also emotionally. nobody understood him like you did, nobody mirrored him the way you did. were you also in your room, thinking about him? with your bedhseets ablaze like his? screaming his name like he imagined you to do so? 

yunho knew there was no turning back now, he fell into a pit of longing and desire he could not crawl back from. he wanted you in every way possible: physically, emotionally, spiritually. scratch that, he needed you, all of you. he needed you close, fuck you while he kissed away your tear stained cheeks and then hold you as close as he could, whispering sweet nothings while caressing your back as you both slowly drifted to sleep. he needed to wake up next to you and see how the soft rays of sunlight hit your beautiful face, making him wonder what he did to deserve such an angel. 

yunho would choose you and him, anyday, anytime, anywhere, religiously, simply because of the way you have haunted his mind ever since he met you all those years before. and he was certain that even if your relationship changed, he would still crave you the way he did now. he was certain you would forever haunt him. 

YEOSANG - I’M ONLY ME WHEN I’M WITH YOU

yeosang watched you from across the room, you were drying your hair while wearing one of his shirts, freshly out of the shower. you caught his eyes from your spot in front of the mirror, put down the hair dryer and walked towards him with a small smile. he was sitting on the bed, with the tv remote on his hand, waiting you to finish so you both could start movie night. the bed dipped a bit from your weight as you got closer to him, kissed him and then went back to your spot to continue drying your hair. no words exchanged, you just knew he wanted to kiss you. 

yeosang knew everything about you, from the way you liked your coffee in the mornings to the position you felt most comfortable to sleep in. he knew you like the back of his hand, as much as he knew himself. “do you think we are together in every universe?” you had asked him one time, while you both looked at the city lights from the top floor of the hotel you were staying at. he immediately replied “of course”, while pulling you closer to him. that’s the moment he realized he could not picture a life without you, and it didn’t matter how successful he would become, he would not want any of that if you weren’t there. “i think so too, yeo” you muttered before kissing his cheek. 

yeosang always knew that all kinds of relationships were not sunshines and rainbows, sometimes it rained too. you didn’t fight often, but when you did, it often escalated to shouting and loud banging of doors. the good thing is that fights never last long since usually one of you would give in, not being able to take putting the other in pain. for yeosang specifically, he would feel like the worst person on earth the second he sees a tear fall down your cheek. he would immediately rush to your side, hold your face close to his and close his eyes, muttering a low apology. other times he would just hug you and let you cry your eyes out on his chest, while feeling his heart break slowly. “you drive me crazy” he would confess. you would glance up to him, and say “you drive me crazy, too”. “i know”. 

yeosang knew better than to hide his feelings, secrets and fears from you. you knew exactly when something was up, and would not back down until he told you his worries. you would take his hand and walk him to your shared bed, laying down and pulling him to lay his head on your chest. you would brush his hair with your fingers, and down the back of his neck to his waist. something only you knew would comfort him. “today was hard” he would start, earning a low hum from you, signalling that you were paying attention to his words. he would tell you all about his exhausting day and about how mentally draining it is sometimes to have to interact with a lot of people, not being able to make a single mistake. 

yeosang knew you were his safe place, someone he could run to for anything, no matter the situation. you were his partner, his best friend, his soulmate. “sometimes i feel like i’m who i wanna be when i’m with you, like i’m the truest version of myself when we’re together” you had told him once. and he knew, right then and there, that you felt the same way as he did. 

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19. "do we like... hold hands now?"

20. "please, come home."

21. "i could kiss you right now!"

22. "oh no, the power went out, however will we stay warm?!" (/s)

23. "we fell asleep by accident and woke up as a mess of tangled limbs."

24. "i'm done waiting."

25. "i've always needed you!"

26. "you look so beautiful in the moonlight."

27. "i think i'm in love with you."

28. "don't look at me that way."

29. "do you want my jacket?"

30. "wait, don't pull away... not yet."

31. "i can't sleep."

32. "i can't believe it took you this long to admit you like being the little spoon."

33. "your necklace fell off... let me put it back on for you."

34. "i could stay up all night talking to you."

35. "say it again. please."

36. "we're fighting. i'll take the couch tonight." ➡️ (bonus) "we were fighting???"

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

BABBYYYYYYYY! I need to sleep but I can’t do that when you’re running around in my mind! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

how are you, my darling baby? I hope you’re always smiling and happy and full to the brim with your favourite snacks haha! I swear you’re the cutest baby ever and I’m so lucky you’re in my life! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

are you well rested? sleeping well? staying hydrated? well fed? thinking of you has inspired me to check in regularly with my lovely moots and spread some love, it’s unfortunate that i’m only brave enough to do this just before bed but i’m compelled to visit and check on my darlings before i officially knock out tonight <3

(how am i doing? I’m not as charming or adorable as you but i’ll do my best to brighten their day the way you brighten mine whenever i see you in my inbox)

MUMMMMMM!! MY DARLING MUMMMMM!!! ♡(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ƪ♡

How am I supposed to sleep knowing you just showered me with the sweetest love-bomb ever?! I swear I’m floating on a cloud right now!! (✧◡✧) You’re the one who’s adorable, kind, and perfect in every way!! I’m over here trying to wrap my head around how I got so lucky to have you in my life, my heart is burstingggg!! (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)♡

I hope YOU, my sunshine, are getting all the rest you need, staying hydrated, and are feeling cozy as ever! You deserve every good thing, all your favorite snacks in abundance, and the biggest, warmest hugs always! (づ￣ ³￣)づ You’re already the brightest star in the sky, so just imagine the joy you bring to all your moots by just being YOU—pure magic!!!

You already brighten every corner of the world with your precious love and light!! Thank you for taking such good care of me and everyone you love, my darling. Sleep tight, my sweet Mum, and dream of the fluffiest things because you’re THAT precious and deserve it all! ✧(>o<)ﾉ♡

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Downfall (pt 2/2)

See? I didn’t lie, part 2 is here and it’s only...11:00PM Sunday night lol. Wow guys, this part got long (like 3.5k words long. Oops.) and *sappy*. But, you know what I love about snz fic? We always give the people what they want. You see a smoking gun in act 1 you best believe it’s going off in act 3. Lmao. Also, I’m sorry if there’s continuity/grammar/spelling errors, I’ll read it through again in the morning and fix them I just can’t do it tonight haha.

Anyway! Hope you guys like the second part.

cw: Male, colds, contagion, mess, there is a passing-out moment in here as well. Shit gets wild lol. This part is heavily inspired by 3 prompts in my inbox, so if you sent a prompt it’s probably featured here!

Downfall - Pt 2

When Elijah opened his eyes Friday morning, he nearly cried in relief; after three full days of feeling like death, he finally, finally felt like he was on the other side of this shit.

The past two days had been a nightmare. After Greyson had called him Tuesday night and told him that not one but two other managers had gone down, Elijah had to mentally prepare himself for a full week of work with one of the worst colds he’d ever endured. He’d walked into the kitchen Wednesday morning stuffed to the gills with dayquil, cough syrup, and ibuprofen; a combination he was sure was actively taking years off of his life. Greyson was already hard at work, despite the fact that Elijah knew he’d been at the restaurant until well after midnight the night before.

“He lives!” Greyson said, throwing his arms up as though Elijah had just scored the winning goal for their nonexistent soccer team. “You look god-awful, and I’m so glad you’re here!”

Elijah coughed out a laugh, and Greyson lead them both into the office. “So, here’s the deal,” Greyson said as they both sat. “I told both Matt and Mark to stay home til Saturday – just to make sure they don’t infect anyone else. I closed the books at 50 covers tonight and tomorrow – and I know, it’s barely enough to cover labor, but we’re in survival mode here, so don’t give me that look. I got in at six, most of my prep for the evening is done, so I figured when we open I can throw on a button down and help on the floor while you expo back here during the rush. Does that all work for you?”

The GM blinked, blindsided. He knew Greyson was good in a shit situation, but damn; the kid should’ve been a fighter pilot or an ER doctor. “Yeah,” Elijah said, “sounds great, Grey.”

So that’s what they’d done. Both Wednesday and Thursday. Elijah had holed up in the office until the servers needed him for preshift, and Greyson had prepared his cooks for two weird nights of Elijah expoing. Service had been moderately slow both evenings, which would’ve been great, if it hadn’t allowed Elijah to hyper-focus on his lingering symptoms and Greyson to flit and fret over him every time he stepped into the kitchen.

“Do you need anything, Lij? Water? Tea? Meds?” The constant stream of mother-henning had eventually worn on everyone, and even Greyson’s cooks had finally said, “Chef, he’s fine.”

But they had gotten through it. Elijah had sneezed and coughed and cursed his way through garnishing dishes, and Greyson had awkwardly talked to tables until finally the week was nearly over. And now it was Friday, one day til the big wedding, and Elijah was finally, finally feeling better.

Elijah walked in at 9AM to a thankfully-empty kitchen; he’d told Greyson the night before to sleep in, prepare himself for the weekend, take some Emergen-C and be absolutely sure he wasn’t going to succumb to the rot Elijah had brought in, but he was surprised that the chef had actually listened to him. The GM placed his things down in their empty office and took a breath; it was going to be okay. Mark and Matt would be back for the wedding, they would be relatively slow tonight, and Saturday would be perfect. Manifest it, Lij, he said to himself, sitting at the desk and turning the computer on. Manifest it.

After an hour or so of paperwork, Elijah heard the back doors open as Greyson let himself in. The GM pushed away from the computer and cracked his neck, anticipating the usual barrage of word vomit Greyson was wont to spew out the moment he walked into the restaurant. “Morning, Chef,” he called out before even seeing Greyson, marveling at how much clearer his voice was today. Fuck that fucking cold.

Greyson stepped into the office and silently saluted his boss, a Starbucks cup adorning each of his hands. “Hey, boss,” he said, placing one in front of Elijah and one next to his own computer. The chef didn’t sit down; instead, he took off his hoodie, grabbed a clean coat from the back of his chair, and buttoned it up before snagging his drink and heading into the kitchen. Elijah swung himself around in his chair, dumbstruck.

“That’s it?” he asked, watching Greyson unpack his knives a few feet away. “‘Hey, boss’? No big gameplan? No huddle to discuss the week’s insanity? No bombardment of questions regarding my health?” Greyson huffed out a laugh, but Elijah wasn’t having it. “You didn’t even tell me what you got me to drink,” he said, holding up the mystery cup.

Greyson raised an eyebrow at his boss and bit back a smile. “It’s a chai,” he said, bemused. Elijah threw his hands up, flustered.

“The amount that that doesn’t address 90% of my questions is truly amazing,” he said, taking a long sip of his drink, which – certainly wasn’t a chai. The hell was that?

“I don’t know what second-rate Starbucks you stopped at, Chef, but this is definitely not a chai,” Elijah said, pushing the cup towards the door. “What is that? It’s like...something lemon.”

Greyson colored a bit and picked up his own cup to look at the sticker. “Ah, fuck,” he mumbled, striding back into the office and switching their cups. “Sorry ’bout that. I switched the cups.”

“What is it?” Elijah asked, his face seemingly stuck in a mask of disgust. “So that I can remember to never order it.”

Greyson rolled his eyes. “Have you ever ordered something from Starbucks that wasn’t a chai?” he asked, sipping his drink. Elijah shrugged and turned towards that computer again.

“Fair enough,” he said, waking the screen by shaking the mouse. He turned to Greyson again when the floorplan popped up on his screen. “Can we take a quick look at tonight together? Since Matt and Mark are still out? Do you think we should cut the covers off now, or go to 75?” Elijah squinted, his face nearly touching the screen in concentration. After a few moments of silence, he peeled himself away from the monitor to glance at the chef, who was – the fuck was he doing?

“The fuck are you doing?” Elijah asked, snapping Greyson out of his trance. The chef had been turned almost all the way around, facing the kitchen. Clearly he hadn’t heard a word Elijah said.

“Huh? Shit, sorry boss. Lost in thought,” Greyson said, turning back toward the GM. “Uhh… 75. Yeah, that looks good,” he finished, lamely. Elijah raised his eyebrows.

“What’s your problem today?” he asked, though not with malice. Greyson chuckled.

“Just got a lot on my mind, boss,” he said. “Big weekend. Week’s been long. I need to get back to prep, if that’s okay.” Elijah gave Greyson another look, but nodded after a moment and shooed him out. Greyson smiled at his boss, held his cup out in a false ‘cheers’. “I’ll be prepping in the back kitchen if you need me,” he said, and disappeared past the line into the back.

It wasn’t Elijah’s fault, he reasoned with himself later, that he hadn’t seen through the ruse. He’d just barely gotten over a monster of a cold; he was himself busy and stressed; it was early and he hadn’t had enough caffeine. He couldn’t be expected to decode what was wrong with Greyson every time the kid acted weird. However, he couldn’t help but kick himself when he finally realized – thirty minutes before service – what the weird-tasting drink the chef had gotten himself was. Aptly named, of course, and something Elijah himself had only had once before, courtesy of Greyson himself.

A medicine ball. Greyson had gotten himself a medicine ball.

***

He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep this up, but it certainly wasn’t going to be through tomorrow’s wedding.

Greyson sat down, fully clothed, on the toilet and put his head in his hands for the third time that day. The fact that Elijah hadn’t noticed at this point was a mix of pure dumb luck and more sudafed than a human person should ever in their life consume. He assumed the former would begin to run out soon, as the latter had hours ago.

“Huhh...HNGSTH! NTSH! ITZSH! Fuck – HNGTSZHUE! Goddamn it.”

Greyson pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll and blew his nose until it made him cough. He checked his watch as he threw the toilet paper into the trashcan next to him – 9:15PM. When he’d stepped into this bathroom, dodging Elijah as he locked the door, all but one of the tables had left. He’d go back to the line, he’d tell Leo, his grill cook who’d been there nearly as long as he had, to check that everyone had cleaned thoroughly, and he’d sneak out the back before Elijah could question him.

And then what? Greyson asked himself as he stood and washed his hands. You somehow make a miraculous recovery between now and tomorrow morning? Have you seen how this shit took down Elijah, Mark, and Matt?

Greyson ignored the voice in his head and dried his hands. He assumed Elijah hadn’t noticed because they were both wildly busy before service, and once service had started, they were both worn thin being the only managers in their departments for the third day in a row. Greyson had managed to keep the congestion out of his voice with the aforementioned sudafed, and he had taken his happy ass to the bathroom or out back to ‘smoke’ when he really needed to sneeze or cough all night. Elijah had definitely given him some looks through the evening, but nothing Greyson couldn’t brush off by pulling a ticket distractedly and not making eye contact.

Tomorrow, though? When Matt and Mark were both going to be back, and they were all going to be prepping their asses off for the wedding? He genuinely had no idea what he was going to do to keep them from noticing.

Greyson exited the bathroom, stealthily managing to avoid his boss as he slipped into the kitchen. He gathered his things, put Leo in charge, and was nearly out the door, nearly safe, when -

“Chef!” Elijah called behind him, making him freeze in his tracks just outside the back door. Fuck.

“Yeah, boss?” Greyson asked, turning to face Elijah and hoping he didn’t look like the garbage fire he felt. Elijah crossed his arms over his chest in the cold of the alleyway and motioned to Greyson’s entire being.

“You leaving?” he asked tapping his foot. Greyson managed a smile and lifted his backpack and knife bag a little for inspection.

“Is it obvious?” he asked, quietly clearing his throat to mask the gravel of his voice. Elijah didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Leo shutting down the line?” he asked. Greyson nodded, swallowing around a throat on fire.

“Yeah,” he said. “Did you uh…ndeed something from mbe?” Fuck.

Elijah gave Greyson a pointed look. “Grey,” he said, voice low. “If you’re sick, you need to tell me. Now.”

Greyson felt his cheeks redden, but he immediately shook his head. “I’mb good,” he said, cursing once again the congestion that had sneaked into his voice. “Promise. I gotta go, I’mb gonna mbiss mby train.” Without missing a beat, the chef turned around and headed towards the street, hoping his boss couldn’t see him stifle nearly ten sneezes into his fist as he walked.

This was not going to end well.

***

It was worse than Elijah could have even imagined.

When Elijah walked into the restaurant that morning, the first thing he did was text Greyson.

9:01AM

Hey. I’m here, is there anything you want me to pull out/start on before you get in?

9:01AM

Also, how are you feeling?

Normally, he’d get a response in moments; when Greyson wasn’t at work, the man was glued to his phone, playing some stupid game or messaging one of his fifty Bumble suitors he kept on the line at all times. I get bored, he often said to Elijah. One starts annoying me, BOOM! Onto the next.

Today, though, nearly twenty minutes passed before Elijah’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out immediately and couldn’t help but wince at the text the chef sent.

9:18AM

great. no. ill be there in 20.

Anyone who texted with Greyson more than once in their life knew that if he wasn’t being his multi-exclamation-point, constant-joke-and-lol self over text, he was probably close to death. Elijah typed out an ‘ok’ to the chef, before making a thread with Matt and Mark.

9:31AM

Elijah

Hey, guys. Just making sure you’re both on your way in. Greyson’s gonna be down bad. Need all hands on deck asap.

9:32AM

Mark

???? is he ok??? down bad in what way?

9:33AM

Matt

ya, coming now. figured chef would’ve gone down by now. should I bring anything?

9:34AM

Elijah

Just your stamina. Gonna be a long day. Thx.

9:34AM

Mark

no one answered my ?

im so confused

oh

OH

shit, I knew I got greyson sick. fuuuuuuuuck. sorry, boss :(

9:35AM

Elijah

All good. Inevitable. Let’s just get this day done.

Elijah clicked his phone off and sighed. He could go for a whiskey, or even just a long, drawn out scream about now, but a cigarette and a prayer would have to do him. Twelve hours until the wedding was over.

***

How Greyson managed to make it to work was anyone’s guess, him included.

The chef pushed through the back doors and before he could even get past the prep kitchen he was doubled over, sneezing into the sleeve of his hoodie.

“HhhIGSTZH-ue! HuhESHHH-ue! HRRTSCHZUE! NGTSHZUE! Christ, fuck,” Greyson muttered, wiping his nose on his sleeve for what he could only wish he could say was the first time that morning. He cleared his throat, which was for naught since he could barely speak, and continued his trudge into the main kitchen.

When Greyson had made it home last night, he told himself he’d be able to continue to hide his burgeoning illness. He thought maybe more medicine, some Vick’s, and a good night’s sleep would give him the upper hand against it. He’d told himself he was stronger than his coworkers, that his immune system wouldn’t fail him on one of the most important days of his career.

Oh, how the mighty will fall.

“HhNGTSHHZUE! ITSZH-uhh! Fuuuuck,” Greyson moaned, stumbling into the thankfully-empty office and yanking a handful of tissues from the box on the desk. He wiped his nose, unwilling to unleash the volley of sneezes he knew would be behind a nose blow, and pressed his palms into his eyes to try and relieve some of the pressure. Who the fuck gets a cold this fucking bad, Elijah, he wondered silently.

As if conjured, Greyson felt his phone buzz with a text from his boss.

10:07AM

Bless. That sounds fucking awful.

Could a guy not get a moment’s peace in this fucking place?

10:08AM

i should call the cdc’s biohazard unit on u for unleashing this shit onto us.

An admission, but what else was he supposed to do? Elijah could hear him in the dining room. The game was over. Greyson put his head back into his hands until he heard his boss’s footsteps click into the kitchen.

“...chef?” Elijah asked, and Greyson wearily lifted his head.

“Mornding,” Greyson croaked, before turning to the side to cough, crackly and painful-sounding, into his sleeve. He felt something get placed on the desk next to him, and when he finally was able to compose himself he saw it was a Starbucks cup. Greyson smiled, weary.

“Chai?” he asked, picking up the cup. Elijah huffed out a laugh.

“Something like that,” he said, moving to sit next to Greyson. “Now, hear me out. I think I have a gameplan.”

***

At five o’clock, Elijah finally went to rouse the man of the hour with a knock on the office door.

“Chef,” he said, trying to wake Greyson as gently as possible. “Grey. We need you for plate-up.” Greyson nodded blearily and, with the help of both Matt and Elijah, managed to get to his feet.

It had been an interesting day for sure. Elijah’s plan had been for Greyson to try and help with some of the more intricate parts of prep in the morning, and then lay down from noon until it was go time, but that had proved nearly impossible.

Greyson had managed to prep for about three minutes at a time before dissolving into nasty coughing fits that lasted minutes at a time, or absolutely relentless bouts of -

“HTSHH-ue! HRSHH-ue! Hhuhh…NGTSHZUE! ITSZHUE! Huhh-ETSHZCH-oo!”

“Christ, boss,” Matt said, attempting a laugh after a particularly intense fit of sneezes, “When you go down you really go – oh, fuck.” In teasing his boss, Matt nearly missed Greyson’s eyes rolling back into his head and his knees buckling as he lost consciousness for a moment. “ELIJAH!” Matt called, catching his boss and lowering him to the ground as gracefully as possible.

Once they’d managed to get Greyson back to a standing position, Elijah had decided it was too risky to let him continue to be...vertical. Greyson had laid out for Matt exactly what he needed him to do to finish preparing the food, and retreated to the blanket fort they had all heavily utilized this week for a sleep that more closely resembled a coma than anything restorative.

Matt, Elijah, and even Mark had managed to finish the prep Greyson had worked so hard on that week by four PM. Once they felt ready, the three of them gathered in front of the office to stare at the racked-out chef.

“Should we… ask him if everything looks okay?” Mark had asked, ringing his hands. Matt and Elijah exchanged a look before Elijah shook his head.

“I think… I think he’ll be okay with just about anything at this point,” Elijah said. The other two nodded, unwilling to take this precious moment of sleep away from the chef.

When the guests were all seated and ready for first courses, it was, of course, Elijah’s job to wake the sleeping bear. Greyson, ever the trooper, took his place at the pass and regarded the three of them with all the pride he could muster.

“Thangk you guys. Really,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Ndow. Let’s get this shit over w – HGSTHH-ue! Snrf. Guhh,” Greyson held tight to the granite counter top and pulled himself back to his full height.

“Let’s get this done,” he said, pulling out his tweezers. “And whend it’s over, I’mb ndot answering mby phone for a fuckigg week.”

They all managed a laugh. They all assumed their positions for plating and running food. This certainly wasn’t the glamorous job it was portrayed in the movies, but they did have something all that media never seemed to truly capture; they had each other, and this place that all of them thought of as not a second, but a true home.

Greyson cleared his throat as the first of the servers came through the doors, bearing labeled sheets with seat numbers. “Order in!” he called, and they all put their heads down and began their work.

[wonusite]

NEW NALANI FIC?3&2!282& IS THIS REAL LIFE ? ILY SO BAD THANK U FOR FEEDING US (reading this tonight for some me time and i’m BUZZING with excitement)

also happy valentine’s day!! i hope ur day went well!! what did u do other than post a fic to ruin our lives and also give us happiness than can only be experienced by floating to heaven after doing hard drugs in ibiza (im assuming that would be good i’ve never tried) hope ur healthy and happy, eat well and sleep well and take ur vitamins!! especially vitD and vitC bc the weather is fucking us all over

i went on a date today!! with the guy i’m seeing and it was lovely. got the biggest bouquet of flowers had a delish dinner. this was our third date but unfortunately i don’t think i fully like him… he’s so sweet and he goes above and beyond but. sometimes u don’t get that giddy giggly crush feeling that makes it click for u….. which is a shame bc he’s so lovely and would be the perfect bf but hhhh u can’t control ur feelings and sometimes i wish u could

UHHH 🍊 NONNY IS UNLOADING IN UR INBOX IM SO SORRY (all i could think about was seungkwan being naked in the nana tour preview, im bitchless at heart)

- 🍊

so sorry this is so late but i literally love you so much and i hoped you liked the fic 😭🤍 anyways i didn’t do a thing except work LMAO ya girl is an anti romantic irl sorry 🥲 but you’re so lovely i swear! wishing you all the happiness and health in the world bc you deserve it!

and omg tea 👀 and while i’m happy you got a romantic dinner date, pls don’t feel bad for not liking someone! it’s perfectly normal not to feel a spark or any chemistry w someone! will be rooting for your happiness from here 🫶🏼

(also you’re always welcome in my inbox w these thing it makes me happy that you feel comfortable telling me these things.)

ALSO YOU’RE SO REAL BC THAT MAN IS SINGLE HANDEDLY MAKING ME LOSE MY MINDDDD

[voxmortuus]

I have a Ivar the boneless request. Ivar and reader are not a couple. They flew into a small town with an airport on the same evening. The weather gets really bad so all flights are canceled and they have to stay at the same hotel. There is a fire or some hail or whatever breaks the readers window so she has to be out in the hall and she can’t go back to her room but it’s late so she’s in her nightgown and Ivar sees her. He offers her to come stay in his room. And stuff…Use this how you like but make it smutty! Please and thank you lady!

PAIRING: Modern!Ivar x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Vikings AU

WORDS: 1.1k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Angst | Fire in isolated area | Smut | Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse | Oral Ejaculation | Primal Ivar | Dominant Ivar | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

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Sitting in the shuttle bus on your way to the hotel. You let out a heavy sigh, looking outside at the rain beating against the road, the trees almost horizontal, you look down at your phone. A text from your partner had really put you on edge, but it wasn't that you could control the weather. You let out a soft breath, rubbing your forehead, and finally, respond.

I'm sorry. It isn't my fault my flight was canceled. You're going to have to do the presentation without me. Or at least have me on the phone speaker. I'm sorry, Jane. Truly.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Rubbing your lip again, the man next to you looks at you.

"Hey, you alright?" A long-haired man asked you

"Yeah, just, important meeting that I have to miss thanks to the weather."

"Ahh, yeah. No fun. I'm sure they will be alright without you." He reassures.

You smile and nod, hoping he was right.

You held power in your job. You were VP of a multi-billion dollar production company- you had a lot on your shoulders. You place your phone in your lap, and a few minutes go by, and it goes off again with a hugging gif and an 'Okay, boss.'

Pulling up to the hotel, you get out and walk to the desk. "Hello, and welcome to the Hilton! Are you staying?"

"Umm, yeah, the airport sent a bunch of us this way, our plane was canceled due to weather?"

"Okay, not a problem! Name?"

"Your First & Last."

"Aaaaaalright Ms. Y/LN. You're all set, Room 103. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give us a call."

"Um, yeah. Thank you." You give a small smile.

Finding your room was easy. Getting in, you look around and let out a heavy breath. Tossing your carry-on bag onto the bed you, sit at the small table and put your head in your hands, and let out a loaded breath. It was going to be a hell of a night, and you weren't looking forward to a bit of it.

Sometime later, you were jolted awake by the sound of your window breaking, scattering glass all over the floor. The rain had turned to hail, and the wind was so bad a tree limb was thrown into your window. You step out into the hall in your nightgown, shaking your head. "Fuck me."

The man from the bus spots you in the hallway walking to you; he looks into your room and notices that the window is shattered. He looks you over, licking his lips- he looks back at the room, walking in, he grabs your belongings and makes sure everything is out of there, clean and clear. With your bag and phone in one hand, he grabs your wrist, and you yank back.

"Excuse me."

"You're going to come stay in my room."

"Are you asking me or telling me? The hotel owes me a room."

"You're standing here, in-" He gestures to your black silky, lacey, short nightgown. "that, you go ahead down to the front, or you can bite your CEO pride and stay the night with me."

"VP... not CEO..."

"Close enough. You coming?" He asked.

Crossing your arms, you follow, at first, you questioned how he knew you were what you were, but then you realized, when he gathered your things, small details like that were on some of your stuff. With your jaw clenched, you followed behind him.

"That's it, boss lady. Let's go."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes a bit as you follow behind him and close the door behind you. "One bed?"

"Yup, one bed."

"Lovely." You let out a soft sigh and get in bed, sleeping on the very edge of the king-sized bed.

He climbs in bed and lays on his back, his arm behind his head. He looks over at you a moment. "Do you always have to control everything?"

"I am a woman of power... so yeah. I guess so."

"Want to see what it's like without power? Experience something new in your life?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

He rolls over and places his hand on your back. When you don't push away, he moves it to your hip. Nothing. He smirks, and wraps his strong arms around you, and pulls you close. At first, you are tense, and then you melt against him.

"I see... If you think you can handle that." You chuckle softly. You turn over and roll him back onto his back and get on top straddling his hips, looking over this stranger's face. You move your hips a bit feeling him stiffen under you as he pushes his ups up against yours. With a chuckle, he literally rips the panties from you, the fabric brushing against your bud made you bite your lip, he moves his sweatpants down just enough to slip into you.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lip, your hands rest on his chest as you begin to rock your hips. He let you get away with this for a bit, but after a few moments, he noticed you were just using him for one thing, he knew you would get off, rollover, and fall asleep. Not tonight.

He grabbed your wrists, and rolled you over, and pinned you down. "No, I'm in control, you don't have power right now." He smirked. "Let go." He muttered over your lip as he kept your hands pinned above your head in one hand while the other gripped at you, feeling you under his fingertips. He growled softly as he started to thrust into you, pulling your leg up to get at a right angle.

Thrusting harder, and faster your body shook. He started to slow down a bit, holding you under him he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing he lifted your legs and used your body any way he desired, bending you, twisting you. Your moans escalated, echoed through the room. Your hands gripped at the bed. The only thing you could manage to mutter out. was. "Fuck, Sir, you feel so good." You didn't know what happened it just escaped.

This only fueled him. He wanted to feel your finish. He wanted to feel you explode all over his cock, and he told you just that.

"Cum, now." Not second-guessing it you released upon demand.

He was quick to pull out of you and get you on your knees sticking his cock in your mouth and released. His head fell back, running his hand through his long hair when he brought his head back down to look at you he smirked. "Good girl." He praised as he watched you swallow.

Looking over his face you stood up and smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. You made your way to lay in the bed and looked over him as he climbed in bed.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"Ivar."

"I will remember that, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh trust me girl, pleasure is all mine." He chuckled.

[strxwberrylemonxde]

Comfort for Arguing Parents

Featuring: Deku, Kirishima, and Shinsou

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Depictions/mentions of unstable households and arguing parents, slight depictions of depression in Deku's and Kiri's (please let me know if I missed any <3)

Total Word Count: 2.6k

A/N - Alright alright, it is sad boi hours my peeps and I had the sudden inspiration to do this kind of comfort scenario. I based some of this off of my own personal experiences and thought it would be a good idea to write it all out. Very very therapeutic. I hope this helps anyone going through something similar and just know that you aren't alone. My inbox and messages are always open if you’d like to vent <3

It was late.

It was far too late for the sound of anger to be bouncing off the walls.

Your body was tired, but your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep. You were curled in the fetal position on the bed, and there was a numbness that washed over you. Trying to chase after any form of solace, you had your headphones on and had a playlist going. Izuku had made you a playlist compiling all of your and his favorite songs together as an early birthday present for you and it had been a large source of comfort when he wasn’t around to hold you. But sometimes that wasn’t enough.

You could still hear them.

You considered texting him, but it was already late. He was probably asleep, and you didn’t want to bother him. But in the end, your body moved faster than your mind did and you picked up your phone.

You: hey izu, are you up?

Hitting the send button brought you a bubbling feeling of regret. What if he’s asleep already? It’s so late, what if he gets upset that I interrupted his sleep? What if he-

A ding pulled you from your thoughts.

Broccoli Boy💞: Hey baby is there something wrong? Why are you up so late?

A pang of guilt flooded your stomach and you shivered in embarrassment. Maybe I’m overreacting, I should just tell him it's nothing and-

Broccoli Boy💞: Baby? Are you alright? Do you need me to come over??

You knew he was already slightly distraught. He was always like that when it came to you. He was always concerned for your well-being and didn’t want to see you hurt, not now and not ever.

You: yes please.

That was all it took for him to come to you. Say the words, and he’d come running. He’d do anything to ensure your comfort, your safety. And that was because he loved you. He loved you to the moon and back.

He wanted to protect you from your family because he knew how bad it could get; how bad it always got.

He knew about your home life, he knew about the tension that ran through the walls of your house, how messy the screaming got, he knew about it all. You didn’t need to tell him when something was wrong because he could always sense it. That’s probably why he stayed up a little later than usual tonight.

A few minutes later, the light ding of your phone chimed again.

Broccoli Boy💞: I’m outside, I’ll come to your window

Your window was left open to let the night breeze come in. It was a refreshing reminder that there was more to living than fighting, that there was more to life than anger, and that there were people out there that actually loved you. Soon enough, there he was, green lighting and all. He had used his quirk to get to your room.

The first thing his ears picked up was the aggressive shouting from down the hall, but the first thing his eyes picked up was the emptiness in your gaze, and it made his heart ache. His heart ached at the idea of you going through this alone, all by yourself with no one to hold you, no one to tell you everything would be alright. So he pulled up into a hug and did his best to shield you from the noise. He buried your face into his neck, and you took in his scent. He smelled like home to you.

“Do you want me to take you back to my house?”

All you did was nod into his neck.

He kissed your temple, allowing his lips to linger before turning around for you to climb onto his back. His arms hooked under your legs and your arms found their way around his neck. You rested your cheek on top of his head, closing your eyes as you felt the magnitude of his quirk.

It wasn’t long until you were situated on Izuku’s bed. His mother had greeted you at the door with a sorry look in her eyes, telling you that you were welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. She always loved you like you were her own child, she made her home a safe environment for you when your home life became too hostile.

Izuku’s hands, worn and scarred as they were, were warm against your face. You two had laid down facing each other, nose to nose, as he listened to your voice, trying to find the right words to say.

“I hate it when they get like this. It hurts. It hurts so much. It hurts to the point where I can’t feel anything anymore.”

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I know, honey, I know. It’s probably eating you up inside.”

He felt the way you shivered under his touch, he knew you were fighting back tears.

“It’s okay to cry, let your feelings out. Bottling your emotions will only hurt you in the end, so please, let it all out. I’ll be here to hold you while you do. And I promise I will always be here to protect you. You can come to me anytime, you don’t have to go through this alone.”

You were rarely home.

You despised the shouts of your parent’s voices, the venom that laced into their words stinging you harder than their intended target. You would try to muffle the noise, opting for pillows over the head or headphones with the volume up high, but in the end, you refused to stay in the house. Instead, you would go to Kirishima’s house, using the flimsy excuse that you missed him to deflect any growing suspicion.

To be fair, you did miss him, especially when it got rough at home. You craved his affection every time the hollowness in your chest ached. You wanted him to hug you, to kiss your face, and tell you that everything was gonna be okay. But you wouldn’t allow him to know about the dysfunctions of your home life. No, you hated talking about it anyway. You just wanted to forget it. If you weren’t there to hear it, then maybe it wasn’t happening, right?

“Oh come on sunshine, how do you keep winning! You must be cheating or something!”

You saw his toothy smile and grinned, grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together as he paused the video game.

“Nope, I’m just that good! But it’s okay, you’re still manly to me.”

You took in the way he melted at your touch. You never wanted to leave.

“Only the manliness for my sweetheart!”

He pecked your lips a few times before turning to check the time on his Crimson Riot alarm clock.

“Jeez sunshine, it’s getting pretty late. Maybe I should walk you home. Wouldn’t want your parents getting angry or anything.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck sheepishly.

Your smile faltered, but you didn’t think he noticed.

“Oh, no it’s alright Eiji. I can walk by myself, it’s not that far from here.”

“Oh come on babe, what kind of manly man would I be if I didn’t walk my precious sunshine home. I gotta know you’re safe before anything else ya know!”

He flashed another toothy smile and you caved.

The walk to your house was blissful. Your laughter filled the air as you listened to his voice, listened to the obscure stories he shared of the Bakusquad. Your hand was in his and you didn’t want to let go. You weren’t ready to let go of him yet. But the shape of your house was slowly approaching, and a sense of dread filled your stomach.

Kiri didn’t seem to notice the sudden change in atmosphere as the two of you inched your way closer. You only prayed that your parents were asleep, that the house was quiet for once.

Your little prayer was left unanswered.

You heard the noise before he did. It didn’t take long for the screaming to reach his ears. The two of you stopped in front of the house and you looked down at the ground with a sullen look in your eyes. An incredulous look painted his features.

“I-Is this really your hou-”

“Can we get ice cream Eiji? I’m really craving ice cream. It’s still early, I’m sure the shops are open.”

“Sunshine I-”

“There’s this really great ice cream place that’s a few blocks from here, c’mon.”

You started dragging him by the hand. Shame and disgust fuelled your sporadic outburst and you were desperate to leave, to find an excuse that would hide your embarrassment, a way to convince yourself that it wasn’t real.

“Baby please-”

Your sudden behavior halted as you froze. Tears welled in your eyes as you fought back a whimper. You felt Kiri’s hands on your shoulder, turning you around to face him as he pulled you in closer. Your arms found their way to his neck and your face buried itself into his shoulder, shedding the pent-up sorrow that lingered within your heart.

“Is this why you’re always over sunshine?”

You only nodded. You didn’t have the strength to form words.

He hated himself for not noticing sooner. He hated himself for not seeing the pain that lingered in your eyes, the way your composure shifted whenever he mentioned taking you home or coming over. He didn’t notice the tears that pooled in his own eyes until he spoke again.

“I’m sorry. Sunshine, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice before. What kind of boyfriend am I if I couldn’t even notice my own-”

“It’s not your fault baby. I didn’t like talking about it anyways. I thought pretending everything was okay would erase the emptiness I felt, but it only made it worse. I’m sorry for not coming to you about it.”

You felt him place a kiss on the side of your head. “I know it probably hurts. It’s not right for them to be doing this to you. It’s practically killing you on the inside. I’m so sorry this is happening to you babe, but I’m here now. I promise I’ll do my best to shield you from the hurt, and these manly arms are gonna hold you until that smile comes back. Heck, even after that smile comes back, I’m still gonna hold you.”

A watery smile played on your lips. “I love you Eiji.”

“I love you too sunshine. Would you still like that ice cream? We can come back to my place afterward.”

You never understood why parents come into their child’s rooms when arguing. It irritated you more than it made you miserable. Why would you bring the argument to your child’s room? Was this a sort of punishment? Did they think they could stop the fighting simply by standing in front of their child? Why were they invading your safe place?

It wasn’t fair.

You felt disgusted every time they opened your door, the other hot on their trail, going off about meaningless matters. It made you angry every time one of them opened their mouths, asking what you were doing in a nonchalant tone while the other stared impatiently, fuming from the ears. It pisses you off every time they would tell you not to become like the other, their complaints falling on deaf ears as you tried your best to tune them out, too tired to argue back or tell them to be quiet. It made you bitter about everything.

“Hey kitten, you alright? You seem kinda quiet.”

You and Shinsou were cuddling in your room, a movie playing on your computer screen. You had asked him to come over in the hopes to alleviate the growing irritation that was bubbling inside. Your parents were at work, so you thought having Shinsou over would cleanse the space your parents so heavily tainted.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m alright, just a little tired, that’s all.”

He gave an understanding hum and returned his gaze to the screen, his hands lightly grazing your sides. While his eyes were locked on the movie, his mind was elsewhere. He knew you were lying to him, but he didn’t want to push you. He already knew about the situation with your parents, and it aggravated him more than anything. He wanted you to talk to him about it, to vent to him, and release your repressed anger, but he knew you didn’t want to talk about it. He settled for staying by your side instead, cuddling up to you and making sure you were okay.

The irritability that rattled within you began to diminish as you found comfort in Shinsou’s embrace. He was warm, and he smelled of lavender fields after a rain shower. You cherished the feeling he brought you when he was around, it felt like everything was standing still. You felt at peace.

The sound of the front door unlocking brought you back to reality.

You drew in a hefty breath and nuzzled closer into Shinsou’s side. “One of them’s probably home from work.”

Shinsou only nodded wordlessly, instead, opting to move his little grazes to your back. The action made you grow drowsy. Shinsou knew it wouldn’t be long until the sound of disdain cluttered the house, so he wanted to make sure you were asleep before any of it happened. He wanted to spare you from the bitterness that encased you. Eventually, you fell asleep at his side, and he placed a ginger kiss on your forehead.

When you woke up again, you heard the sweet melody of your favorite song, and you realized you were wearing Shinsou’s purple kitty headphones. You tried to sit up, but you were gently pushed down. A hand came up to move one side of the headphones off your ear.

“Shhh, kitten, it’s alright, just go back to sleep.”

It took you a second to register the hostile yelling from the kitchen area. You were about to take off the headphones completely until one of his hands came up to stop you. You grit your teeth together.

“Toshi, did they try to come in here?” You said darkly.

“They did, but I took care of it.”

As soon as he heard the front door close for a second time, Shinsou had gotten up to search his backpack, fishing out his headphones to place over your ears as he pulled out his phone to play your favorite playlist. The idea of you waking up to another round of fighting infuriated him, so instead, he allowed himself to listen to the heated dispute instead of you, absorbing every word of resentment with disgust.

He heard the hurried footsteps of your parents coming toward your room, and he was quick to shut down any levity that came from them. He had to restrain himself from using his quirk against your parents, still wanting to be on good terms with them, despite his growing temper. Rather, he decided to shame your parents for trying to bring you in the middle of their argument, telling them that you were their child, you weren’t meant to be used as some sort of leverage against the other.

You sighed in resignation and allowed him to put the headphones back on your ears.

“Go back to sleep my dear, you deserve it. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you.”

He placed a final kiss on your lips before laying you back down. He placed his hands on your back and began his light grazing once more.

[sugurus-slxt]

10 + 25 with suna:)

Back Soon... - Suna

A/Note: Any requests after the current ones in my inbox will be held off until the Vault closes but please feel free to participate in the EVENT. However I hope you like this drabble :) Love <3 ~ Sar-chan Prompt 10 + 25 : 10: “Is that my shirt?” 25: “Will you stay the night?”

Warning: Cursing, neck kisses and cuddles, its pretty much SFW

You had kept glancing at the clock. You’d been at Suna’s apartment since 5PM and now it was nearing 8PM. He was supposed to be home from practice two hours ago, luckily you had the key so you could chill around inside until he came back. Hopefully he’d be back soon because usually you’d leave at 10PM to get back to your apartment at 11PM, so you could get just enough rest for work. You padded around the apartment, grabbing some onigiri from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. You had a shower and changed as soon as you had arrived earlier because your work clothes were a bit uncomfy and it had been quite a warm afternoon.

Just about half an hour later the door opened and to reveal a very tired Suna. You jumped off the couch and rushed to hug him, “Rin! Practice ran late again hmmm? I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you up to your tippy toes. His face settled in the crook of your neck to place gentle kisses on your shoulder. “Mmmm missed you. I’m so tired just wanted to come see you. Now you have to go soon. Not fair. Not fair at all,” he mumbled still placing kisses on your shoulder and neck, nipping at your skin.

“I know. I’m sorry. Maybe - Ahhh…,” you sentence cut short as a moan escaped you, earning a muffled chuckle from Suna. “Hey! I thought you were tired?” you asked as he continued. “Mmmm I am but you have to go soon. I wanna give you some marks before we cuddle. So you can have them if your damn boss hits on you again tomorrow,” he mumbles as he trails his cold fingers against your sides, slowly making their way to rest on your hips. “I told you he’s not interested in me. Plus I only have eyes for you baby,” you reassure him as you stroke his hair.

“Fine but cuddle time now before you go!” he pouted, hands still on your waist. “Don’t you have to shower first?” you asked laughing at his antics and booping his nose. “Nope, showered at the gym,” he smiled proudly. “Fine ok let’s go. To the bed!” you took his hand into yours pulling him forward but he jerked you back and trapped you against the wall. “Is that my shirt?” he asked smirking. “Oh yeah,” you scratched the back of your neck.

“Don’t you have a bunch of your clothes here?” he teased, causing your cheeks to heat up. “I- y- yeah I can give it back. M just like to wear it when I miss you,” you looked down as your cheeks burned brighter. “I can’t… You’re just too fucking cute,” he places a kiss on your forehead and scoops you up in his arms to take you to the bedroom. You hide your crimson colored cheeks in your hand only causing him to laugh at you once again.

Suna places you on the bed and settles behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. The clock read 9:05PM, soon it’d be time to leave but you didn’t want to. It always felt like leaving home, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, his gently breathing as he fell asleep and the soft mumbles of your name in his sleep. You wished it could all last longer. “Babe ?” Rin called. You hummed in response waiting for him to speak. “Will you stay tonight?” he asked, you could hear the pleading in his voice. You thought about it for a second putting your desires aside but you wanted to, you really did, “Sure baby. I’d love to.” You knew you were going to curse yourself when you had to rush to work in the morning but you had no regrets. You felt him smile against your neck as he tightening his grip on your waist and whispered, “Good Night babe. Mmm love you so much.”

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[erensangel444]

you got me mesmerized!

gojo satoru x reader

the title is inspired by loverboy by a-wall

this blurb is gojo x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this blurb has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

i want gojo to **** me like a **** and [REDACTED]😁😁

a/n: i’m waiting for crunchyroll to take ep 21 off of premium, also i was surprised to hear jjk’s dub, it’s pretty good. i fell in love with the show, not only cause the character’s are FINE, but it’s fucking amazing, and the animation...*chefs kiss*

edit: i just checked and ep 21 is available on crunchyroll now!!!

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain explicit language), mentions of alcohol consumption, smut: masturbation(male), unprotected sex w/ creampie, degradation, brat taming, denial of orgasm(male!receiving, only once). 

word count: 1.3k

summary: gojo dragged you up to the club last night, and ended up in your bed the next morning. how many times has this happened? too many. do you want it to keep happening? yes.

the sun warming your face was a gentle nudge to a not-so-gentle state of wakefulness. you were hungover, how could you not be? you and gojo had taken at least 4 shots last night, on top of drinking multiple rums and cokes, gojo nudging you to try a sex on the beach, ‘you should try it at least once,’ falling from his lips with a smirk.

gojo. you had forgotten he had slept over last night, there were pieces of last that you didn’t even remember, though it wasn’t hard to recall what happened after you made it home last night. gojo gave it to you, and you took it. 

you turned over to meet his sleeping figure, his blind fold discarded somewhere on the floor. he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, so calm, it differed greatly from the energy that accompanied gojo when he was awake. 

“take a picture while you’re at it,” gojo mumbled, a soft smirk showing on his face. “shut up,” you huffed, laying back down and facing away from him. “no, i was joking!” gojo whined, nuzzling his face into your neck and blowing raspberries onto your skin, causing you to laugh, gojo chuckling at the sound.

“don’t wanna get up yet,” he mumbled into your skin. you could feel his morning wood against your backside as you chuckled, moving away from gojo’s body. “well seems like part of you is,” you said, heading towards the bathroom. “not gonna help a man out?” you could hear gojo joke as you walked away. “i fully believe in your ability to take care of yourself,” you yelled back, laughing as you started brushing your teeth. 

after washing your face, and flossing you headed back to the room to ask gojo if he wanted some coffee, but instead, you were met by something much more surprising. of course he would, “i was kidding!” you yelped, shielding your eyes. “i wasn’t” gojo mused, his hand leisurely stroking his cock. 

“d-do you want coffee,” “actually, y-yeah” his voice faltered from the slight pleasure, “coffee sounds good,”. you nodded, your cheeks flushed red, walking back out the door. “wait, y/n!” “hmm?” you hummed, still facing away from gojo. 

“why are you so stiff? don’t ya wanna help me out?” gojo remarked. he had moved closer now, he was right behind you, you could feel his breath on your ear. “gojo...” you whined, gojo’s hand drifting to the front of your figure, grabbing at your breasts through your sleep shirt. “hmm?” he hummed in response to your whine. 

“tell me what you want,” he rasped into your ear, one of his hands drifting down to your panty clad center. “want you,” your voice had slowly become more desperate, gojo’s thumb rubbing slow circles over your fabric-covered clit. “you were so shy before, what happened to that?” “toru!” you whined, your nickname for him slipping out. 

gojo laughed picking you up, and carrying you the few steps back to the bed before throwing you down onto it. “well since you wanted to be a brat before,” you pouted, “i think you should do all the work,” gojo finished, the smirk so obvious on his features. 

“fine,” you said plainly, tugging at his arm for him to lie on the bed. gojo had yet to move, still standing above you, and grinning. “gojo!” “fine, fine, if you want it that bad,” he teased. 

gojo positioned himself to sit against the headboard, you maneuvered to hover over gojo, your hand at the base of his cock, the tip of his cock at your entrance. pushing the head inside, you slowly started to sink down, wincing at the slight burn from the intrusion.

after bottoming out, you sighed for a moment, adjusting. you felt gojo’s hand come down on your ass, the sound from the slap resonating throughout the room. “get to it,” he said, his voice breathless. you clicked your tongue to the roof of your mouth, intent on giving gojo a taste of his own medicine 

you bounced relentlessly on his cock, clenching your walls purposely when you would grind for a moment. “f-fuck!” gojo moaned, throwing his head back. “g-gonna cum angel! n-need you to cum first,”. 

you were on the edge yourself, but you had better plans for gojo. you paused your movements, gojo’s cock still fully inside of you, but no movement. “w-what,” gojo whined, opening his eyes to look at you. you could see slight tears brimming in his eyes. “god, you’re so fucking” gojo mumbled, lifting you off of his cock. 

“wanted to be a brat, huh? gonna make me do it myself,” gojo had flipped you over, your ass in the air, your face down in the pillow. “i’ll show you how brats get treated,” gojo said his voice gravely. gojo pushed into you, inch by inch. he sat for a few seconds before pulling out and roughly thrusting back into you. “s-satoru!” you moaned. one of gojo’s hand pressed your face further into the pillow, his body atop yours, your back pressed against his chest as his cock rammed into you. 

you were blabbering nonsense, your drool falling onto the pillow. gojo let out a laugh that turned into a fluttery moan before he spoke, “i’m fucking you dumb, aren’t i? you can dish it out, but can’t take it?” “g-gojo please!” you whined. gojo laughed louder this time, his hand that had been pushing your hand into the pillow delegating down to your clit. 

“come on, cum for me,” gojo growled, his fingers rubbing quicker circles on the bundle. “been such a bad girl, but i’m letting you cum, i think you ought to say thank you,” his tone had become so condescending and, god, you loved it. “th-thank you gojo! thank you!” gojo began thrusting harder, your orgasm teetering on the edge. “look at me as you say it,” his voice deeper than before. you strained your neck to turn around and look at gojo, “t-thank you toru!” “fuck!” he groaned, his voice and his cock pushing you over the edge.

your orgasm was intense, reverberating throughout the entirety of your body. upon feeling your walls clench on his cock, gojo was pushed into his own orgasm, his warm seed filling you up. you sighed at the feeling, the warmth spreading inside of you. 

gojo pulled out of you, flopping down onto the bed next to you. without gojo’s hands holding onto you, your whole body felt like jelly as your knees no longer supported you, your legs sliding until you laid flat on the mattress. 

“coffee?” gojo asked, still breathless. you mustered up a little laugh, turning over to gojo who was already smiling at you. “bathroom first,” you sighed, pointing at gojo. gojo jumped out of the bed, running over to your side as he held his arms out to pick you up. 

after using the bathroom, you had thrown back on your sleep shirt, gojo grabbing out a pair of sweats from your bottom drawer, from the drawer that had been designated as his drawer. he smiled at the thought. walking in to the kitchen, gojo had started some coffee, the liquid dripping into the pot. 

it was nice, sitting with gojo, drinking coffee and talking. you had been pretty good friends before this whole arrangement, so you were glad that nothing had changed. eventually gojo had to leave, much to your dismay, but you did have a pretty busy day yourself also. 

he hustled out of your apartment, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your lips, much to your surprise. gojo wasn’t one for goodbye kisses, or even monogamous relationships for that matter, so the sweet gesture warmed your heart.

you looked up at gojo who had a slight blush on his cheeks as he grinned at you. he hurried down your hall, towards the elevator, waving bye when the ‘ding!’ sounded, the elevator doors opening.

3 hours later you recieved a text from gojo. usually after these nights together, it wouldn’t be a week until you did it again, but gojo felt there was no need to wait. he just wanted to be near you. 

‘drinks tonight? ;)’

fin

thank you guys so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed:D this was my first jujutsu kaisen piece!

so much love to you, take care of yourself<3

[inviouswriting]

Ooooo what about Simeon staying up late at night and MC is wondering what he is doing and it turns out that he is writing a whole bunch of stories to read to their daughter? :3

This is so cute, I wanted to write it since it popped into my inbox. But work makes it hard to do it on the sly sometimes.

Simeon x fem!reader.

Fluff may hint to some stuff but not graphic I promise.

Through the years you have grown to know Simeon, and learned to love him. It was always apparent that despite how much of a father or as he called himself a grandfather figure to Luke he was. He eventually would desire his own child. Ever since you two took care of the little demons. You noticed that bond stronger.

It took a long way to get to where you are, living in the human world, and with Simeon running Angel's Halo. He still found time to write TSL, but even after he had finished volumes, you noticed he would stay up extra later in a spare book he had. You never pried into it.

Not even when you had married him, and spent more nights with him by your side and finally engaging in everything you would whisper into a pillow next to each other.

There was never a dull night, and you soon found out you are pregnant. Simeon knew before you did, he knew the night it happened and waited for your body to accept the life. He is excited when you tell him, and he is instantly thinking for the future.

The beginning months were trial for you, getting use to the gentle fluttering that felt like a fish swam around your belly. The mornings you spent barely wanting to move, but you noticed how despite everything, Simeon still stayed up late to write in this book he had.

On an ultrasound, you find out the life inside is a girl. There you see the emotion Simeon finally has, that this is now his daughter. That evening at home was spent with more tenderness and love than your wedding night.

You had woken up and felt for warmth next to you only to know Simeon is writing again. You tug on his celestial cloak, he had given it to you to wear around the house as extra protection. You feel it warm despite sitting there for hours. It feels like your angel.

You find him at his desk, still dimly lit in the room, and press your face to the back of his head and nuzzle him. You had reached seven months, and showed well for a bump now.

"Little lamb, you should be resting?" Simeon lifts his head and you move yours to not accidentally smack heads together. You place a kiss on his forehead when it is visible.

"I woke up, and you weren't next to me." You explain, and Simeon leans back resting his face against the bump feeling the tiny movements in protest to being prodded or bumped. He even presses a kiss over the swell.

"Forgive me.. I had something in my head and wanted to write it while it was burning." He offers his usual smile, you could never be mad at him.

"Life of a writer, I know. What are you working on? I thought the recent book for TSL was complete." Simeon's face pinks up a little.

"Ohh? Is it naughty? Has my angel been writing stuff in secret?" He nudges you for that comment, and invites you to sit in his lap.

"I'm making some storybooks.. for our daughter. To read when she's older." Simeon sees your face light up at the mention, and shows you one of the stories.

"There was once a woman who came to stay in another world with seven demons. Each day she learned to love them in unique ways. Till one day she met two angels. They began as friends, and one of them was secretly her soulmate. Neither of them knew it until way later after alot of adventures together. They ended up going back to the woman's world and live there with these noisy demons sometimes, and the other angel. They got married and live a happy life. With lots of kisses to the angel."

You read over the story, and raise your gaze to Simeon, he looks at you hopeful and you only smile before pressing a kiss to him to complete the story for Simeon. He returns it happily, his fingers now rest on the bump searching for where their child is active at.

"I love it Simeon. I love you. I can't wait to read our story to her." Simeon looks up.

"I get to read it first." You see him grin in that one way.

"Only if you write me a story too. And come back to bed with me. I can't sleep without you tonight." He nods and lifts you into his arms after securing the book closed and his quill dried off.

"I think for you, I rather live the story than write it." Mischief in his voice.

"I like that idea too."

[yourmidnightlover]

lost my everything

Summary- while revealing something to spencer, you confess something during the process. he didn't know how to react, which led to a terrible accident in which he might lose you forever.

TW: talk abt mental and physical abuse, alluding to death, talk about self-harm, SAD ENDING

WC- 3,152

a/n - please don't read if you're sensitive to self-harm or talk about emotional and physical abuse because reader goes into discussion about these things. i care about you and your safety so if you need to talk about anything please seek help or my inbox is always open! you are loved and you are needed <3

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one thing about being the youngest member of the team meant that the second-youngest member was drawn to you.

that second youngest member happened to be spencer reid.

you had just had another paperwork day today since you got back from one the night previous. you were currently in the conference room discussing the case before we got off-topic, curtesy of spencer's coffee problem.

"i might have a slight problem with my coffee addiction, but there are many studies that go to show the benefits of drinking coffee. supposedly, drinking coffee could extend your life period, strengthen your liver, increase your body's glucose production, and even-"

"okay, that's all for today guys. go home and get rest before a case comes in," hotch interjected and warned.

you placed your hand on spencer's arm, this time underneath the table, as his face began to fall from disappointment. he turned to face and gave a tight-lipped grin before you removed my hand and we both stood up.

"so, spence, my place or yours for the doctor who marathon this time?" you said as he grabbed his bag from his desk.

"we went to mine last, so we can just go to yours this time," he said with his natural pep back. "besides, i kinda like your apartment better," he shrugged with another wide smile.

"clearly you do," you joked. "you almost always say my place," you laughed as you both joined jj. pen, and emily in the elevator.

"hey, y/n, would you wanna go to o'kiefs with us tonight?" jj offered kindly.

"already got plans. maybe next time!" you said with a smile, turning back to see spencer wearing the same smile on your face.

honestly, you and spencer have gone to the bar with the team a few times. you weren't opposed to going with them, you just knew that going meant everyone would pressure you to drink alcohol.

last time, you had succumbed to peer pressure. spencer had to drive you home and hold your hair as you puked into the toilet, it was a very good bonding experience. you didn't remember much, but you do remember you convinced him to stay the night, although he did end up sleeping on the couch rather than in the bed with you.

"after last time, i don't blame you, y/l/n," emily laughed out, giving a concerned look recalling the memories flooding her mind.

"next time we won't pressure you so much!" penny consoled. "i didn't know how much you meant it when you said you can't handle your alcohol," she winced.

"yea... i really meant it," you laughed out, trying to shed some light on the subject. the elevator opened, allowing you to go your separate ways for the night. "have fun you guys!" you called as you walked to your car with spencer.

spencer and you have been carpooling to work ever since you learned he took the metro to work and only lived a couple blocks from your apartment complex. you couldn't stand the thought of something bad happening to him while on the train, so you've offered to give him a ride there and back ever since.

in return, spencer insisted on paying for daily coffee runs for the two of you. it was his way 'of returning the fuel money in another type of fuel.'

you and spencer crawled into the car and began the drive back to your place. it wasn't too long to your place, only a 20-minute drive, but being with spencer made it feel like half that.

"do you even remember what happened the last time you went to the bar with them?" spencer laughed.

"not exactly..." you grimaced. "just that you took me home, there was a bit of puking, and i coerced you to stay the night. and you slept on the couch, which is absolutely ridiculous! i mean, i was the one who practically made you stay, so shouldn't i have slept on the couch? it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before," you ranted.

"you're right, we have slept in the same bed before," he clarified. "but each time we did that you weren't drunk out of your mind," he sassed.

"ha-ha, spence," you mocked. "i did say i couldn't handle my alcohol. is there anything you wanna fill me in on?"

truthfully, yes.

there was something he wanted to fill you in on.

he wanted to tell you how you confessed your past to him.

he wanted to tell you how you kissed him right after...

and he kissed you back.

he could still remember the way your lips tasted, still covered by the vodka from the shots you took hours before.

but he didn't want you to think less of him since he kissed you back.

he just couldn't help it.

he'd been helplessly in love with you for so long, yearning to be with you as more than friends... as more than what he thought you wanted. but that kiss was his hope.

it was hope that maybe you felt a fraction of the chemistry he did. it was hope that maybe even if you didn't like him, you still had an attraction towards him in some kind of way. it was hope that maybe you would grow those same feelings for him.

but no matter how much 'hope' that kiss gave him, he shouldn't have kissed you back. he knew how vulnerable you were by telling him about your history of abuse.

you told him about your parents. about how they would throw you around when they were high, or drunk, or both. you told him about how they would call you worthless, a whore, stupid, good-for-nothing, basically every name in the book. but you didn't tell him about how you coped with the abuse.

so, when he told you how amazing you are to be able to turn your life around how you did, and how beautiful you are and always have been, you couldn't help but embrace him with a kiss.

you kissed him.

and he kissed you.

in a wonderful, vulnerable moment, he kissed you back as he'd always wanted to each night you spent with each other.

"nope," he shook his head. "nothing to fill you in on."

"i guess that's good," you shrugged.

he also wanted to know if you'd ever tell him about what happened when you were in your right mind. he wanted to know that you trusted him with your darkest secret that you accidentally already spilled to him.

although, maybe you should know about what you admitted to him. it was your life, after all. it was your past that you revealed to him in a simple drunken mistake.

"actually..." spencer started, taking a deep breath as he looked into your eyes. "you did mention something."

"okay... what'd i mention?" you wondered.

"you told me about..." he tried to find the right words to say. "about your parents."

"oh...?" you began to realize what you had admitted to him that very night, still not remembering the events that followed. "i didn't want you to find out like that..." you trailed off.

"i figured you didn't," he gave a small grin. you looked over at him hesitantly.

you thought about all the ways you could react to this. you could block him out and act like it was his fault you drunkenly confessed your past. you could ignore the fact that you told him at all and just move on, burrowing all the emotions inside of you once again. or, you could try to finally move on from what happened and how you coped with it by talking to spencer about it.

"when we get to my place, would you mind if we held off on the marathon? i should probably elaborate a bit more," you asked meekly.

"of course we can. we can do whatever you want tonight, y/n," he soothed, placing a hand on your lower thigh comfortingly.

you drove back to your place in silence, the both of you anticipating the conversation awaiting you.

when you finally entered your apartment, you both shed your coats by the door, hanging them on the hook, placed your guns and badged on the table beside the hook, and sat down on the couch comfortably. you crossed your legs, your knee up in the air, as spencer sat down with his knee touching the one still on the couch.

"so... how much did i say?" you asked curiously.

"you talked about the emotional and physical abuse, but nothing too in depth," he confirmed.

"when i was young, about 12, my parents got into a minor car accident," you began telling him about your past, trying to recall the memories with little hurt or pain. "they weren't at fault, it was a drunk teenager, but they each got addicted to their pain meds from the hospital. i would be asleep when they would come home from a night out, drunk and high out of their minds. i remember the first night it happened. i wandered in the living room, curious of what the ruckus was, and was greeted by my dad's hand slapping me across my face," you chuckled humorlessly, not knowing what other reaction was appropriate.

"he told me i shouldn't have been up or seen what they were doing. he was furious," you furrowed your brows as tears began to well in your eyes at the memory as spencer gingerly placed his hand comfortingly on your knee, scooting a tad bit closer to you. "after that night it became almost a pattern of his. he would come home and then get upset from his high coming down, and take it out on me. my mom just laughed and watched as he would hit me."

"eventually, they started just belittling me. they would say i was a coward for not standing up for myself. they would say i was stupid, or worthless. they especially liked to call me 'a waste of space,' i think that one was their favorite," you took a shaky, deep breath as you knew you were about to reveal for the first time to anyone what you would do to cope with the abuse.

"eventually i started to believe them. i started to believe the things they said about me. i thought i truly was an ugly, undeserving, piece of garbage," you turned to see spencer's eyes full of tears, mirroring your own. "i would self-harm because i believed them. each night after they were done with their own abuse, i felt so... frustrated. the only way i could get that frustration out was to do that. the scars are still there, taunting me of how weak i was to not just endure the pain," you finished.

you didn't even realize tears were streaming down your eyes until you noticed the few on spencer's cheek. he reached his hand up to wipe the tears on your face, ignoring that of his own.

"you aren't weak, y/n. you are unbelievably strong for getting through that. you have to know how amazing you are," he told you, demanding you to see you the way he saw you.

because the way he saw you, you were beyond perfect. you were so much stronger for going through that. if anything, knowing you went through that made him think you were that much more amazing.

and honestly, the way you were thinking is that when you told spencer, he might think less of you. he might think you were dumb for doing that to yourself, inflicting pain upon your own body to relieve yourself of pain.

that was anything but true.

"s-so you don't think any less of me?" you asked confused, looking into his eyes for any tells of his lying.

"absolutely not. if anything i think you're stronger now that i know what you've endured," he assured you, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he moved even closer to you.

"thank you so much, spencer," you said as you lunged forward, your arms immediately pulling him closer around his neck into a hug.

"you don't need to thank me, y/n," he started as he rubbed circles in your back soothingly. "if it helps anything at all... i think your amazing. i always have, and i always will."

"spencer..." you pulled back and looked into his eyes. "just... i need to tell you one more thing."

"alright," he nodded, prompting you to continue.

"i uhm, i'm in love with you," you bit your lip in anticipation for his response.

he didn't say anything.

he couldn't say anything.

he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how.

he didn't even know if you actually said that, or if you were just a figment of his imagination.

because at this point, he felt so much more for you than love.

he was infatuated with you.

but you read it as rejection, so you quickly unhinged your arms from around his neck and retreated into a ball while on the couch.

"i-i'm sorry," you said after quickly realizing the reality of the situation.

he didn't feel the same.

"you d-don't need to say it back. i shouldn't have sprung that on you. i-i've just felt that way for so long, and i thought that maybe you did too, but i shouldn't have assumed anything. i'm so sorry," you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything. to admit anything.

"oh god, and i just spilled everything to you," you ran your hand through your hair.

silence.

"i think i need to go for a walk," you said, getting up from the couch and rushing out the door after grabbing your coat.

you opted for taking the stairs to run outside, being the quickest option.

spencer was speechless, still sitting on your couch, dumbfounded.

he was overwhelmed with emotions.

you loved him?

he couldn't believe that someone so smart, so beautiful, so kind, so funny, so... everything would ever love him.

and he was too late to say it back.

he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you loved him, so he just sat there in awe of this revelation.

by the time he realized what you had said, and was ready to say it back, you were already out of the door and down the stairs.

you were walking all too fast with tears flooding your eyesight.

you had just lost the one person you loved the most. the one person who's always there for you. the only person you've felt a connection with. you lost your everything.

by the time spencer ran down the stairs in an attempt to chase you, you were nowhere to be found. he could always call your cell, but he wanted to admit his undying love and affection in person, not over some dumb cellular device.

you didn't know where you were going, just letting your feet take you wherever they pleased. it had been a bit cold and you had left everything at your place, so you began rubbing your arms in search for more friction.

you were walking around a corner when you were pulled into an alley by some random white guy. with a harsh hand on your arm, you whined out quietly from the sudden pain.

you didn't have your gun.

"money! NOW!" he demanded. you stayed there with tears in your eyes, too emotional to speak.

your wallet was back at the house.

"are you too dumb to speak? i said MONEY!" he said, pushing a gun you were now made aware of into your stomach.

"i-i don't have my wallet," you admitted with a shaky voice, tears now streaming down your face faster than before.

the night was supposed to be another night with spencer, watching your favorite show and being with your favorite person. you were supposed to be cuddled up on his couch, probably falling asleep in his arms by now.

and now you were being mugged and were probably going to get hurt in one way or another.

"and why is that, doll?" he pushed the gun further into your lower stomach .

"i-i was in a r-rush. i s-swear i d-don't have anyth-thing!" you stuttered, trying to convince him to let you go.

"too bad... you've already seen my face. let's hope you have a nice nap," he growled before pulling the trigger, a bullet running through your lower stomach.

spencer was near you when the bullet went off. he was walking home.

you didn't even realize it, but you were walking in the direction of your love's own home when you were ambushed.

he heard the gun go off.

he naturally ran into the alley with his gun raised, ready to fire at anyone fleeing the scene. he managed to take the guy down with a single bullet before realizing it was you who was shot.

he quickly grabbed his phone and dialed 911 and demanded an ambulance at the corner of 5th and maine, alerting them that an agent was down.

"Y/N!" he yelled, running to kneel beside your limp body. "please, no..." he pleaded.

he put his hand to your neck in an attempt to find any pulse. there was a weak one. there was that hope again. he pulled you onto his lap, your body now resting atop his.

"stay with me. i-i didn't get to tell you how i felt," he cried as he put pressure on where the blood was coming out.

"sp-spencer?" you asked, barely regaining consciousness.

"it's me, y/n. i'm here," he soothed, running a hand through your hair to move it from your face.

"i'm s-s-sorry," you choked out, feeling your eyelids become heavier by the second.

"no. don't apologize to me," he told you. "i should be apologizing."

"it's n-not... your... fault," you felt your breath coming slower, the weight on your chest becoming unbearable.

"i-if i would've just told you how i felt..." he began thinking about how horrible a mistake he had made.

sirens were nearing, hope was becoming greater. spencer clung to your body tighter than ever as if holding you closer to him would will your heart to beat stronger, even if it was for just a bit longer.

"i-i..." you took another uneven breath, reaching your hand up slowly to wipe a tear from his face. "lo-love..." another breath. "you," you finished, your hand cascading down from his face and falling limp onto spencer’s lap, now accepting your own fate as the ambulance was now right outside the alley.

there was a moment when spencer thought maybe you’d wake up. you’d come back to him. but once they loaded you into the ambulance he had to accept one thing.

he had lost his everything...

@averyhotchner @greenprisca @muffin-cup

[monicashipsnickyjoe]

(part 4 of my advertising agency office au. check out part 1/2/3)

At the end of the day, Nicky tries to think of ways to more properly thank Joe for saving his bank account and, probably, his job. A handshake, perhaps? No, that’s not enough, and after the jacket incident, it would feel too formal. Perhaps an email? A curt nod?

Ug! He buries his fingers in his hair. Why is he so bad at this?

On a poster on the wall of his cubicle, the kitten clings to that tree branch. Hang in there! If the kitten can do it, then surely he can -

A card! Decided, he turns back to his computer. He could try to make one by hand, but he lacks any artistic talent. The best he can do is adjust the word processor to print out a few clip-art designs in a way he can fold into a card. Nicky has to buy his own ink for the printer beneath his desk, but he doesn’t mind using it for this. He only wishes he splurged and bought color ink instead of only black.

After carefully folding the thin computer paper into a slightly lopsided, card-like shape, he fills in the boxy THANK YOU on the front with pink, yellow, and blue highlighters. Inside, beneath a smiley face, he writes his name: Nicolò.

Around him, his co-workers begin to leave. The clock on his monitor tells him it’s already ten after 5. Nicky grabs his card and his jacket and leaves his cubicle. Like wading upstream, he dodges his exiting co-workers, all headed the opposite way, as he makes his way past the water cooler and toward the offices.

He glares at the copier as he steps around it, and knocks his knuckles on the door frame to Joe’s office.

Joe’s three monitors are on, two paused on different sections of what appears to be a commercial-in-progress. The third shows his email inbox. Joe is looking at none of them. Instead, he’s swiveled in his desk chair to the barren section of his L-shaped desk. He sketches something in a notebook. Under his desk, he’s kicked off his shoes.

At Nicky’s knock, he looks up, and those heavy bags under his eyes have only darkened since this morning, he visibly brightens when Nicky steps into the room.

“Have you been home since yesterday?” Nicky asks.

Joe glances to the side, like he’s thinking of a lie, but he quickly sighs and says, “I went home for a shower about 4 this morning.”

“Have you eaten?”

Joe waves to the take-out containers Nicky now sees wedged behind his monitors. There’s several days worth.

“You should go home,” Nicky says. “You’ll get sick like this.”

Joe shrugs. “It’s only until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” That doesn’t make sense. Nicky has seen the forecasted earnings for the next month, coupled with the designer-client meeting schedules. He knows Joe’s meeting with the Pharmaceutical company isn’t until next week. And even if Merrick convinced Joe to move it forward, tomorrow is impossibly soon.

“Honestly, I thought I’d get far enough ahead last night to give me a break tonight but... things change.” He smiles up at Nicky, but it doesn’t hold.

Things change. What could have changed from yesterday to today?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“Joe,” Nicky storms further into the room, coming right up to the edge of Joe’s desk. “Tell me you didn’t move up the schedule because of me.”

“It’s not your fault,” Joe says, but his eyes are soft and sad. He’s lying.

“Joe.” Nicky clutches his pathetic card in both hands. It’s not enough. Not near enough.

“What Merrick wanted to do to you was wrong. If I could fix it by putting in another all-nighter, what does it matter?” He holds Nicky’s gaze, and that at least, is earnest. Which only makes Nicky feel worse.

“But, Joe -”

“I did what I had to do, Nicky, and I’d do it again.”

“But you didn’t have to.”

Joe laughs a little, under his breath. “I will always stay true to my heart.”

Nicky’s not sure what he means, so he doesn’t know how to argue. He looks down at his card. At the very least, he could have more carefully colored the letters inside the lines. Yet somehow, he knows Joe will still love it.

It’s not enough.

“What are you having to eat tonight?” Nicky asks.

Frowning, Joe waves to take-out containers again.

Nicky’s stomach flips. “No,” he says, before he even realizes he’s spoken. When Joe blinks at him, Nicky trudges onward. “Do not eat that. I will bring you dinner.”

Joe leans back in his chair. Those dark bags are barely visible now, with how bright his eyes are, like he just woke up to Christmas morning.

“Wait for me,” Nicky says, and all but throws his silly card at Joe.

Joe catches it with both hands. Nicky turns and leaves before he can see him read it.

*

Nicky, fortunately, has stew cooking in a crock pot since before work. He woke up early, restless from having heard Joe call his name in his sleep. To distract himself, he sliced carrots and potatoes and beef. He paced the length of his small kitchen, worrying over spices, trying not to think of Joe.

So, after rushing back to his apartment, he doesn’t have to worry about making anything new. He cooked enough for several days of leftovers, but he packs it all up now into five different containers, and puts them into an insulated thermal bag. He also throws in some napkins, two forks and a spoon, not knowing Joe’s preference. He grabs some waters from the fridge, a bag of fresh rolls from his pantry, and hurries out the door.

Back at the office, Joe has tacked Nicky’s ridiculous card onto the wall. He’s smiling at it when Nicky steps through the doorway.

“You’re back.” Joe turns that smile on Nicky, and Nicky trips a little on the carpet.

“I hope you like stew,” Nicky says, dropping his gaze to his feet so he can make it safety across the room.

“I love it.”

“Good. I brought you enough for several days.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Joe says.

Nicky opens the thermal bag. He pulls out one container and places it before Joe. He sets a second one beside it, for himself. He removes the napkins and the silverware, and sets the rest aside.

“Take my chair,” Joe tells him, standing. He slides it over before Nicky can refuse, then goes to retrieve a metal fold-out from against the wall.

“Joe -”

“Just sit, Nicky. You went to all this trouble.” Joe arranges the fold-out and sits. “I’ll be in that chair all night. It’s good to spice things up.”

Nicky could hardly see how sitting in a metal chair would ‘spice things up’ but he decides not to argue.

They remove the lids and dig into the food. At the first bite, Nicky’s pleased the stew is still hot. All thoughts fizzle, however, at the sound of Joe moaning delightedly.

Joe’s eyes flutter closed. After he swallows, he laughs. “Nicky, you have spoiled me. This is delicious! You must tell me which restaurant you bought this from. I will never eat anywhere else.”

Nicky’s face burns so hot, he might catch fire. “I made it.”

Joe’s gaze snaps to him. “You...?“ Surprise makes way to something else, something warmer, and for a moment, Nicky suspects Joe might hug him. Or maybe he just wants him to.

“Nicky,” Joe says. “I am convinced you are an angel.”

Nicky shakes his head. “If I was an angel, I wouldn’t have broken the copier.”

Joe grunts, like he doesn’t agree, but rather than argue, he returns to the stew.

They eat for a time, before Nicky wonders aloud.

“You surprised me, the other day,” Nicky says. “When you knew my name.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Joe lowers his spoon. “You were introduced on your first day.”

Nicky remembers Merrick waving toward him unceremoniously as he stood by the water cooler on his first day. People stood in their cubicles and sat down immediately after. He hadn’t noticed anyone step out of the offices.

“That was a year ago,” Nicky says.

“I would never forget you.” Joe scoops fresh stew onto his spoon and brings it to his mouth.

“But you never...” Nicky has no idea how to handle this new information. “We never...” He motions his fork between the two of them.

Joe lowers his chin, sheepish. “I thought of how to approach you a thousand times. But you are so...”

Oh. Nicky frowns. “Quiet.”

“No!” Joe leans forward. “Beautiful! That’s what I was going to say.”

Nicky blinks, too stunned to speak.

“I wanted to impress you, but I didn’t know how. I even tried to learn Italian, though work has been so... it’s been difficult to find time to do anything else.” Shaking his head, he sits back in the chair again. He lifts his spoon. “I’ve only learned a few words so far, but I will learn more. I’m determined.” Joe speaks with such confidence, Nicky believes him.

“Joe.” Nicky tries to find his voice. It feels important, to reply.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” Nicky says. “The opposite.”

“Oh?”

Nicky swallows his nerves, takes a breath. “Joe, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

Joe’s cheeks tint red. His eyes sparkle, or maybe it’s the overhead light reflecting just right. What does it matter, with how lovely he looks when his lips part and he whispers, “Nicolò.“

If Nicky stays, he will kiss him, and if he kisses him, he will not stop. “I should leave you to your work.” Before hurt can settle on Joe’s face, Nicky reaches out and places his hand on Joe’s arm near the wrist. His thumb circles the fragile bones there. “The sooner you are finished, the sooner you can leave.”

Joe’s smile returns, a touch more devilish than before. “And then?”

Joe’s skin is warm under Nicky’s hand. All Nicky would have to do is lean a little closer and he could... They could...

He starts to. So does Joe.

But then Nicky snaps back, remembering, and makes himself pull away. He stands and moves around the chair, placing it between them. Yet even with the distance, the air sparks between them.

Nicky gives Joe a look. “And then.”

Whatever Joe sees in his face has Joe popping out of his chair. “Nicky, stay.”

“You’ll never finish your work.”

“To hell with it.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do, and I...” He stops himself and sighs. “No. When my lips touch yours for the first time, it will not be in this place.”

The thrill of a kiss rushes up Nicky’s spine, and he shivers. “When this is done...” He sucks in a breath, steadying himself. “When this is done, we will meet, and then...”

Joe licks his lips. “And then.”

[meltwonu]

〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [Chapter 3]

this chapter pairing; j-hope x female!reader x hoshi

genre&warnings; oh boy this one's rly pwp, dom!jhope, dom!hoshi, mirror fucking, fingering, masturbation, practice room fucking, dirty talk, degradation, a little hair pulling, hobi has a bit of a crying kink in this one heheh 😌, filming/recording!! Yall!! It’s finally Friday!!🥂 I have so much to finish up this weekend BUT I will be doing my usual inbox roundup on Saturday! 💕 And then the regular schedule resumes on Monday~ Sorry I had to take a bit of a break on Wednesday, I was just suuuuper swamped with work. I’m gonna sleep loads tonight and get a ton of rest so I can fix up some stuff on my Tumblr!!😭😭 As always, thank you for the love and support 💕💕💕! And enjoy chapter 3 of double dip~ heheh~ Have a great weekend!! 💕 I love you!

word count; ~2500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - ?

“W---ait, Soonyoung!”

The air is knocked out of your lungs when Soonyoung backs you up into the mirror; eyes widening in shock when he easily slots a leg between your own. “I--hold on, this--this isn’t part of the dance r-routine?” You meekly respond, clammy palms resting on his bare forearms as he smirks back at you.

“It could be? We should add it in~” He pushes his leg up, making you moan in return. “I could see the way you were already getting so flustered when I had my hands on your waist. Tell me, baby, do you like seeing yourself in the mirror with my hands all over you?”

You gulp harshly, shakily grinding down onto his thigh when he tenses the muscles for you. “I--y--yeah…”

Soonyoung chuckles lightly, only pressing into you harder and taking the moment to pin your arms above your head to the mirror behind you.

“Little minx. Getting turned on when I’m trying to teach you a dance routine. How are you ever gonna learn if your ‘lil cunt is always fuckin’ getting wet when I get my hands on you?”

The words go straight to your core as you only whine and mewl louder; thighs clamping hard around Soonyoung’s own. “Fuck, S-Soonyoung, I--I feel so h-hot…”

“Yeah? Bet you do. You're soaking through my sweats already and I’ve hardly even done anything, baby. What would hyung think?”

A thrum of arousal shoots down your spine, causing you to momentarily pause. “I… I think he’d w-want you to fuck me good… ‘n make me watch myself in the mirror taking your cock, Soonyoung…”

The thought alone is enough to make Soonyoung clench his teeth in concentration; eyes focused on the way you seem to already lose yourself to your own thoughts of being fucked right where you were.

His grip on your wrists tighten as moans continue to spill from your lips and it only takes a few seconds before Soonyoung’s lips are easing into a scheming smirk.

“Wouldn't he love to see?”

When Soonyoung pulls away moments later, he orders you to get on your hands and knees facing the mirror while he saunters over to the other end of the practice room.

You quickly catch your breath before you ease down onto the hardwood; shy eyes staring back at yourself in the mirror when you slump your upper body down and jut your lower half up until your ass is in the air. You’re only inches away from the mirror itself, breath fogging up the clean surface as you look over your flustered expression.

“S-Soonyoung…? What are you doing?” You ask, watching through the mirror as he grabs his phone from his backpack and walks back to you while fiddling with the device.

He stays silent and it’s not until you hear the tell-tale sign of a video call coming through that it dawns on you.

“Stay quiet, baby.”

“Hello?”

“Hobi-hyung! Are you busy?”

Biting your lip, you clench around emptiness as Soonyoung eases into position behind you; already using his free hand to tug down your leggings and underwear in one swift movement before you can even get a noise out.

“Not really, I’m alone in my hotel room right now since we finished rehearsals. Why?” Hoseok stares at the camera curiously, eyes wide at Soonyoung. “What are you doing?”

Soonyoung smiles inconspicuously at Hoseok through the camera, simultaneously using his free hand to glide two fingers through your soaking folds. A tiny squeak escapes your lips before you can stop yourself and Soonyoung takes that slip up as an excuse to pinch your clit, hard.

“Oh, nothing~ Just wanted to see what you were up to. But actually... I thought I’d show you a new routine I came up with, if you had the time?”

Your shaky eyes flit to Soonyoung through the mirror, watching as he acts normal in front of the camera when Hoseok replies with an enthusiastic ‘sure’. His fingers are thoroughly soaked in your wetness and your breath hitches when he starts circling your entrance with them.

“Ah, but I really needed a partner for this part,” Soonyoung starts, “So I asked our favorite person~ I mean, who else, right?”

Hoseok goes silent on the other end, just as Soonyoung eases his middle finger into your pussy.

And this time, you can’t stop the high pitched whine that escapes past your lips at the feeling when he starts to thrust the digit in and out with quick snaps of his wrist.  

“O-oh god, S--Soonyoung!”

The male laughs, flipping the camera around so that it’s now facing you instead and through the camera view, Hoseok can see everything when Soonyoung makes sure to catch your reflection in the mirror as well.

“Oh? My, my… I already like this routine from the looks of it.” Hoseok’s voice drops an octave as he watches your face contorting in pleasure when Soonyoung adds his index finger; thrusting them both into your tight hole as your whines only get louder.

“Fuh--fuck, do it h-harder, Soonyoung! Use your f-fingers to, ah, stretch my p-pussy to take your cock!” You work your hips back to meet the skillful flicks of Soonyoung’s wrist as he smirks.

He takes his phone and points it towards your soaking cunt; making sure to film the way you fuck yourself onto his fingers.

“Look at her, just fucking herself on my fingers like the good girl she is.” He licks his lips, eyes flitting to the screen where Hoseok’s lips are parted in awe. “Her ‘lil pussy was soaking through her leggings in the middle of me trying to teach her the other routine.” Soonyoung ‘tsk’s jokingly, curling his digits right into your g-spot as you cry out.

“I think this one is much much better suited for her. Don’t you agree, babygirl?”

“A-ah, fuck, yes, H-Hoseok…” You clench around Soonyoung’s fingers; already wanting to double your pace when you start to feel the pleasure building. “A-are you, hah, touch--touching yourself too?” You quietly ask, hazy eyes peering back into the mirror to watch Soonyoung, only to find his eyes are already on you.

“Mm, watching Soonyoung’s fingers fuck you open… You know I am, babygirl. I wish I was there to fuck you too. Keep that pretty mouth of yours busy while Soonyoung fucks your pretty ‘lil pussy.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at the thought alone and you feel yourself start to drool with the phantom feelings of them both inside of you at once.

“S--Soonyoung, I--mmh!”

He pulls his fingers from inside of you in one swift motion; in turn, making you clench around emptiness as you whine.

“Can’t have you cumming unless it’s on my cock, baby.”

Hoseok grits his teeth.

He really hated overseas schedules sometimes.

“Fuck, look at you. So fuckin’ good taking his cock, babygirl.” He grips his cock tighter, running his hand up and down his shaft as he times his thrusts to match Soonyoung’s. The phone is propped up precariously on it’s side so that Hoseok can see the entire view of your face in the mirror and Soonyoung fucking you; dreamy eyes watching as your body jerks with Soonyoung’s sharp and hurried thrusts.

“She’s so warm and tight around my cock… She’s fuckin’ loving that you’re watching too. Like the ‘lil exhibitionist we know she is~”

The two males share a laugh before they simmer into low groans; Hoseok only speeding up his hand when Soonyoung’s own hands start roaming your skin.

“God, what I’d give to see her choking on my cock right now. Eyes wet with tears when we both sink our cocks into her pretty body.” Hoseok throws his head back, momentarily picturing all the times that the three of you even had the time to be together. “She’s always so fuckin’ desperate for our cocks too. Crying and begging us to fuck her more, even when we’ve already filled her up with cum and fucked her stupid.”

His head rolls forward, blinking his hazy eyes at the camera to see Soonyoung tangle a hand into your hair before pulling your body upright until your back is closer to his chest. Soft cries spill from your lips at Hoseok’s words and Soonyoung’s ministrations; a stray tear slipping from your eye as the sensations become almost too much.

“You hear that, baby? Don’t you want Hoseok-hyung’s cock stuffed down your throat while my cock is deep inside your cunt? Hmm? Or maybe you want his cock in your cunt while I fuck your throat open? Which would you prefer?”

“Fuck, is she crying? So goddamn pretty, babygirl.” Hoseok feels his cock throb in his hold as he tries to slow down his pace to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Ah, I--I want you to, ngh, t-take turns fucking my--my holes… Wanna be c-covered, mmh, in cum ‘n I w-wanna see my--myself in the mirror when y-you’re done…” You moan when Soonyoung loosens his grip on your hair and lets you back down slowly until you’re slumped up against the mirror with your clammy palms keeping you braced against the glass. “Wanna s-see the cum, ah, dripping from my p-pussy in the--the mirror…”

“Fuck, such a filthy mouth, babygirl.”

“C-can’t help i-it, Hobi~”

Your whiny, needy voice goes straight to his cock as he growls and picks up his pace again; hips thrusting up into his slicked palm. Precum leaks from the tip as he smears it down his shaft and Hoseok knows he won’t be able to hold out for much longer when Soonyoung starts to fuck you even harder.

“That’s right. You’re just a desperate, needy ‘lil babygirl, aren’t you?”

Your face presses up against the mirror; completely fogging it up with your breath when Soonyoung fucks you so hard it jerks your body forward.

“Your ‘lil cunt is getting so tight around me, baby. You gonna cum? Gonna soak my cock before I fill you up?”

Moaning in return, you turn your head so that your cheek is pressed up against the cloudy mirror and so that your face is caught in the camera’s view for Hoseok to see how fucked out you truly were.

“A-are you gonna c-cum too, H-Hoseok?” You grin in absolute euphoria when you hear Hoseok’s growls through the phone’s speakers. “Are y-you gonna cum, ah, thinking a-about my body covered in--in cum? Or, hah, thinkin’ a-about Soonyoung’s c-cock pounding into my--my tight ‘lil h-hole… my--my cunt stretched a-around h-him…”

“F-fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

The pleasure washes over Hoseok before he knows it; eyes clamped shut and hand in a tight fist around his cock as he cums hard.

A sheen of sweat covers his brow and he bites down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud when his bleary eyes peer open to continue watching Soonyoung fucking you through the camera. His entire body is ablaze as he imagines that it’s your pussy instead of his own hand as his orgasm continues to wash over him.

“Ah, baby, it seems like Hoseok-hyung already came watching you get fucked and listening to your filthy fuckin’ mouth. I’m sure he wants to see you cum too, hmm?”

Hoseok hears you whine both their names in his haze; slowing his hand down until it rests at the base of his cock. Globs of cum drip from the tip of his cock, down to the shaft and over his sticky fingertips as he bathes in the post-orgasmic bliss.

“Let me see you cum, babygirl. I want you to imagine we’re both fucking you and giving you exactly what you want.”

You can hear the content lilt to Hoseok’s voice and it doesn’t take very long before you find yourself close to cumming too.

“S--Soonyoung, p-please cum with, ah, me! Please!”

There’s a growl on his lips as he doubles his already quick pace; body rocking into yours as he works to throw you and himself over the edge. His cock slams into your g-spot with each skilled thrust of his hips and you can feel his cock throb inside of you with each passing second that the two of you get closer to cumming.

“Fuck, fuck! Cum on my cock, baby. Show Hoseok-hyung how good you are at fuckin’ taking it!”

A choked sob falls from your lips as you slightly lean away from the mirror; teary eyes watching yourself. Your eyes are red and teary, bottom lip swollen from biting down onto it and hair messy from Soonyoung fucking you good.

“That’s right, babygirl. Watch yourself cum. Look at how pretty you are when you’re coming apart on his cock.”

A few perfectly angled thrusts from Soonyoung become your undoing when your orgasm hits you hard and you do your best to keep your eyes open as the pleasure washes over you. “Ngh… Soonyoung… H--Hoseok…”

Soonyoung’s grip on your waist only tightens as your walls flutter around him and he finally succumbs to the pleasure as he follows suit. 

“Fuck! Take all of it!” He mutters, hips stuttering and losing rhythm as he cums inside of your warm walls. 

“Mm, that’s right~ Fill her up and then show me her ‘lil hole dripping with cum~”

Hoseok’s words have you whining and clamping down onto Soonyoung's sensitive, throbbing cock. “Ah... Wa--wanna show Hobi h-how good, mmh, I took it...” 

Soonyoung’s blunt nails dig into your skin as he rides out his orgasm; thrusts slowly down until they come to a complete stop. He stays sheathed in your warmth as the two of you start to come down from your highs and it’s not until you hear Hoseok’s soft chuckles from the speakers that you moan and start to push away from the glass. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, babygirl.”

Soonyoung slides his cock from inside of you slowly, both of you sharing a guttural moan at the feeling. He reaches for the phone once he’s completely pulled out, readjusting the view until it’s honed in on your spent pussy. 

There’s a lazy grin on Soonyoung’s face when he brings his free hand to your dripping cunt; fingertips already smearing the dripping cum all over your folds and dipping slightly into your hole to press the cum back in. 

“Fuck, such a filthy ‘lil cocksleeve~ So fuckin’ messy.” Hoseok teases. 

You can hear a camera shutter going off, knowing well that Hoseok’s taken screenshots of your dripping cunt. 

Soonyoung lazily fingers the cum back into you; scissoring and curling his digits inside of your sensitive pussy as you squirm and push back onto his nimble fingers.

“Soonie~” Whining, you clench around his fingers. “I’m too s-sensitive...” 

You hear the two males laugh just as Soonyoung pulls his soaked digits from inside of you. “I’ll give you a break for now but once you’ve got your energy back, we’re getting back to work, baby. You haven’t learned anything of the dance routine.” 

“Are you both going to spend the rest of the day in the practice room?” 

Slumping down to the hard flooring, you groan and catch your breath as Soonyoung continues to chat with Hoseok; taking a second to lap up the fluids on his fingers. 

“I mean, yeah, probably? Why?” 

“Mm... I mean Japan’s just a little over an hour away by air. I can fly back for a few hours to... help, y’know? I’ll be back here for the concert before they know it.” 

A rush of warmth floods your system at Hoseok’s suggestion and you quickly find yourself trying to hide the excited smile that Soonyoung already knows is plastered onto your face. 

“I guess we’ll see you soon then, hyung?” 

“Mmhmm, I’ll be there in about 2 hours. See you soon, babygirl.” 

[jenomark]

PART 1: LUCAS, THE BOYFRIEND

➔Pairing: Lucas x Reader (Female) | Ten x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut (+ angst, + fluff, + plot) ➔Warnings: vaginal penetration, passionless sex, exchanging money for sex, very light bdsm and mentions of pegging ➔Word count: 5,107

➔Summary: You don’t know what you do. You don’t even know who you are. Some would call you a whore. Some would refer to you as a sex worker. All of your clients would say you’re damn good at your job.

MASTERLIST

  It hadn’t rained in months. It felt strange to hear it coming down hard enough to drown out Lucas’ snoring. You laid in bed and listened a little while, wishing that it would lull you back to sleep somehow. But your eyes were wide open and they kept searching for the clock Lucas kept on his bedside table. 2:45 a.m. 3:14 a.m. 4:20 a.m. Time kept moving as you stayed still, eyes occasionally glancing up at the water marks on his ceiling, and hoping the rain wouldn’t drip through.

 “Lucas.” you whispered. 

  When he didn’t stir, you sat up in his bed and reached for your phone. He slept soundly on the nights when you had sex, which suited you just fine. You didn’t want him turning over in the night and asking you why you weren’t sleeping. 

  You unlocked your phone, your password far more complicated than it needed to be. You and Lucas once got into an argument when he asked you what you were hiding from him. You felt too exposed, for someone with something to hide. You felt like you no longer belonged to yourself, and he felt hurt that you didn’t want to share what secrets you kept.

  Unread text messages: 56   Unread emails: 134

  Your phone wallpaper was a photo of Lucas during Christmas of last year. He was smiling and holding up a gift you had bought him: an expensive watch nestled in black satin. You remembered the moment well. He opened the box and nearly dropped it to the floor when he realized it was the same model of the one he’d been lusting after for years. Every little boys dream was to own an expensive watch just like their father, and Lucas was no different.

“We can’t afford this.” Lucas had said.

  You, not we. You had wanted to say it, but his family was around the Christmas tree and all eyes were on you. It was true that Lucas could not afford the watch with his low-end salary, but you could. Of course, you had to play the part of the lowly office worker with a salary fit for someone shoved into a shoebox apartment.

“Don’t worry about it,” you had said to soothe him. “You’re worth every penny.”

  And Lucas was. You were with him because he was the first man in a while to make you feel alive. He used to be more daring before he got older, used to make you laugh so hard you’d nearly piss your pants. Like all things, the older things get, the harder it is to keep them in good condition. Your relationship with Lucas never failed on the surface, not really, but there were too many things brewing underneath. You were a lot like the watermarked ceiling: barely holding it together.

  You checked to make sure Lucas was sleeping before opening your inbox full to the brim with emails from men. The descriptions were all the same: I’m tall, handsome, and worth your time. The names all basic and no doubt aliases, were lined in a row for as far as you could scroll down. Every once in a while, you would entertain one of them and look at their email, expanding it so you could see their plea. Pick me, I’m a winner. 

  Tonight's lucky winner was a twenty-three year old artist. The picture attached was of a man smiling, his whole face lighting up at whomever was behind the camera. He looked barely legal, and definitely too cute for what he wrote in his description

WinWin, 23. I want to fuck you raw and parade you around town to all of my friends.

Not today, kiddo. 

  You closed the email and set your phone back in your lap. You wondered how much longer you could keep it up.

     You were dreaming of him, which you did often. He was sitting at his kitchen table, his tie undone and resting around his neck, and a newspaper spread out in front of him. You waltzed into the kitchen in a bouncy dress, announcing your presence with a slight clearing of your throat. The picture felt very old school, static-y lines and scalloped edges. Like a dream of the past, you were bordering in housewife territory, red lipstick turning grey in the black and white film. He looked up immediately to smile at you over his shoulder. The camera panned to reveal a table with food set on it, and two children sitting in chairs.

“Is it almost ready?” he asked

  All you wanted to do was go kiss your dream husband and wrap your arms around him. You wanted those kids to pull faces, like they were really disgusted their parents were still in love after all the years. But you couldn’t move. You looked down and your little kitten heels were stuck in quicksand that was dragging you under too fast. He couldn’t save you. He didn’t even care, just went back to his newspaper. It was all white noise.

  You woke with a jolt, shooting up so fast that Lucas came out of the bathroom. A toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth, and he wasn’t wearing clothes. 

“Bad dream?” he asked, toothpaste spitting in all directions. 

  You looked at his body, just trying to collect your thoughts. Lucas assumed you were checking him out. He started flexing his muscles to make you laugh, showing you all the parts of him he’d been working out lately. You smiled for his benefit and held your hand to your chest.

“Nightmares,” you said. Lucas went into the bathroom to rinse his mouth. When he came back out, he was heading towards his wardrobe.  “Are you leaving for work so soon?”

“Gym.”

“Again?” you asked. “You went last night. Isn’t it true that if you go to the gym too much you’ll leave a very disgruntled and lonely girlfriend behind?”

 When Lucas wasn’t working out, he was at work. During the day, he was the terribly intimidating Veterinarian assistant, his pink scrubs and puppy pin making all the Great Dane’s growl in his direction. From another direction, all the women who worked there practically swooned when he walked his muscled body through the door.  

You got out of bed and opened the blinds. “The rain stopped.” 

  The view was terrible, but he got what he paid for. You watched the little old lady from across the other apartment building hang her clothes on a line. When you turned back to talk to Lucas, he was silently masturbating.

 “Oh shit,” he breathed.

  You closed the blinds quickly before he practically tackled you, lifted you into the air and swung you around. 

You screamed like you were being murdered. “Lucas! Put me down.”

  He lifted up your pajama shorts and smacked your ass. His laugh was loud and boisterous, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. He dropped you on the bed. His big cock was swinging between his legs before he took it back in his hands and continued stroking himself. You weren’t in the mood for sex, but the sight of him standing over you made it hard to resist. 

“I have to be at work.” you said, your eyes on his cock.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.” he laughed.

  He took your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed, sliding you across the sheets like hot butter in a pan. You were taking off your shorts and panties while still denying him access.

“I do!” you said. “And I need you to drop me off at my apartment so I can get my things.”

 You didn’t need to tear your tank top off. Lucas pulled the spaghetti straps off on either side to reveal your breasts. His big paws were on you as he moved closer. Without wearing a condom, he pushed himself inside of you, both hands holding either breast while he thrusted.

 There was no talking as you fucked. Lucas took your leg and placed it on his shoulder. He kissed your calf softly. There were always tender moments like that, where it felt like it was only him and you that existed in the world. His eyes were big and brown and full of love whenever he looked at you.  You hoped that when he looked into your eyes, he didn’t just see his own reflection peering back at him.

  You felt something swell inside of you with a big wave, before quelling. Lately, you couldn’t seem to orgasm with him. There was a mental disconnect somewhere between him and you, but that didn’t stop you from pretending. You moaned and told him you were coming, even though you and him could feel yourself drying up.

  Lucas lifted your ass up and held your body as he moved, his pace too fast for you to enjoy. You just stopped moaning and stared at him, your mind completely blank. Whenever he came, the veins in his neck popped out. You were expecting him to come inside of you, but when he pulled out and came on your stomach, you let him. You held him as he collapsed on top of you, his big body making it harder for you to breathe.

  Dressed in his gym clothes, Lucas sat in the driver's seat. The drive over to your apartment was silent, mostly because Lucas still hated that you hadn’t moved in with him yet. The other reason was the awkwardness that existed after you both had sex. You laid on the bed for far too long with his semen pooling in your belly button. Not bothering to hand you a towel to clean up, he very quietly got dressed. 

  Lucas had never came on you before. He had always been the romantic look-me-in-the-eyes-as-I-fill-you-up type of guy. It’s not that you didn’t like it, just that it was so out of character you were wondering if something was wrong.

“Do you want me to come inside?” he asked.

  You snapped out of your thoughts, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I think I can handle it on my own.”

  You got out of the car and walked up your steps without looking back at him. You went inside and closed the door behind you, leaning against the wood to regain your nerve.

  You didn’t like Lucas being anywhere near your apartment. He was insecure that yours looked a little better than his. Whenever he was there, he had a million questions about the things you owned. Why they were so expensive. Why it seemed like you had never lived there. You assured him it was because you spent the majority of time at his apartment, but there was always a bitter taste left in both of your mouths any time it was brought up. The other reason was that you weren’t sure what he would find if he looked hard enough.

 You ran up the stairs and unlocked your second door. You could never be too careful. Inside, you were met with a musty smell. You didn’t bother cleaning as you went, just tore through the place gathering what you needed. You stopped briefly to look at yourself in the mirror, at the way your pantsuit hugged your body. Business professional is what the saleswoman had said. It’s what all the men want. 

What do you know about what men want? You wanted to ask her.

  You moved on, click-clacking your way to your bedroom. Your bed was unmade, and there was trash strewn everywhere. You opened the door to your walk-in closet, grabbed a duffel bag and started shoving lingerie into it. You picked up a pair of handcuffs and threw them aside. Rifling through your things didn’t help you find what you were looking for. You cursed out loud and sat down in your closet, leaning your head against the wall. 

“Must be in the other apartment.” you whispered, trying to recall where it was.

 By the time you made it back to the car with Lucas, he had fallen asleep. You tapped the window and apologized for taking so long.

  Lucas pulled up in front of your office building. He hadn’t asked why you brought a duffel bag, because after his nap, his attitude was so damn chipper that he couldn’t stop smiling. He leaned over the console to kiss you.

“You know what?” he said. “I’ll walk you inside.”

There was a panic in your chest. “No, baby, it’s okay.”

  He didn’t hear you. He was halfway out of the car. Lucas opened your door and held out his hand for the duffel bag. Reluctantly, you placed it in his hand and got out of the car.

“So, what time do you work until?” you asked, your eyes on the bag he was holding.

“Late day,” he said, taking your hand with his other. “I won’t be home until after dinner. Save me some?”

“Of course.”

  Normally, Lucas would lead you, but it was your place of work, so you did the leading. You opened the door and walked inside, your heels tapping against the marble. The woman at the front desk and the security guard both nodded at you at the same time before looking back to what they were doing. You guided Lucas to the elevator.

“Are you done the same time as always?” he asked. “I can send someone to pick you up.”

“No, that’s okay.” 

  You stepped into the elevator. You weren’t the only people in there. Luckily the office building was so big that you didn’t need to know everyone. He held your hand the entire ride, giving it a little squeeze. And every time he did, you were forced to look at him and smile.

“This is me.” you said, stepping out. 

  A glass wall separated the hallway from your offices, gold lettering etched on all of the doors. Lucas had never made it this far up, so his eyes were taking in everything like a greedy child.

“This looks expensive,” he said. “No wonder they pay you so well. Maybe I should quit and get a job here.”

  You laughed. It was obligatory. You leaned on your tip-toes and kissed Lucas at the same time you ripped the duffel bag from his hands.

“Call you during break?” you asked.

Lucas smiled. “Yeah,I’d like that. I love you. Have a good day.”

 You could tell he didn’t want to leave. He was too curious about what was behind the glass wall. He could see people milling about, stacks of papers in their hands. There were cubicles and privacy offices, a break room that was too high-tech for a plain office building. 

“I love you, too,” you said. “If you just go down to the ground floor I’m sure someone can help you find your way out.”

  You waited until the elevator doors closed to walk through the glass ones, crossing the threshold like you were walking into a new world. As soon as your heels stepped down into the grey carpet, you walked a little looser, your hips swinging. You did feel professional. And as eyes were on you in every corner of the room, you were the one person who knew exactly what men wanted.

  The office. You didn’t belong. Everyone could smell it on you, that new car smell that always seemed to drive right onto their floor and disrupt everything. For many of them, you were something they couldn’t afford. Oh, how they’d love to test drive you, though. As soon as they got a tasty look at you, all cream interior and buttered seats, all eyes seemed to avoid meeting yours. You sashayed across the floor in peace, your eyes scanning cubicles and the people coming and going.

“Hey.” a familiar voice called.

  You ducked down beside a cubicle. A woman sat in a chair, her long legs bare and freshly waxed. She crossed them and swiveled her chair to face you. You picked up a paper from the floor and shoved it in your pockets. 

“You’re early.” she said.

“Needed time to change.” you shrugged.

  You put your hand on her shoulder to lift yourself up and kept walking. No one stopped to talk to you, and there was something lonely in that feeling you couldn’t put your finger on. You stopped before a door, one of the only non-glass ones in the whole place. Your manicured fingers against the shiny door knob made you pause. You caught your reflection for the second time that day, the distorted figure grimacing back at you.

  You would never open the paper so brazenly in front of other people, but it was the calm breath you needed before you opened the door. It was what would launch you, truly, from this office into the next part of your journey. You opened the paper and stared at each letter burning a hole in your retinas. 

             Sweetie, I miss you. Today’s advice is to never look behind you.

  You tucked the paper in your bra. Every inch of you wanted to look behind you, but instead, you opened the door to the dark closet and changed your clothes.

  You stepped out of the closet dressed in clothes one would find in the mens department. Sweatpants that could be worn playing basketball, a grey sports t-shirt with faded writing, and a black windbreaker. Your sneakers were white with little worn marks on the side, and your hair was thrown underneath a ball cap. If anyone thought you were crazy for entering as yourself and exiting as someone socially male passing, they didn’t bat an eye. 

  Passing by the cubicle, the woman whistled. “If I didn’t know you, I would have you bend me over this desk right here.”

You smirked. “Only if you pay me enough.”

  You threw the duffle over your shoulder and kept walking, all of the confidence in the world in the way you moved. People still looked at you, but it was in a new, illuminated light. You walked through the glass and made it to the elevator. 

“Excuse me.” you said, weaving your way past a man.

“No problem.” he said, eyeing you up as he stepped out. He stared at you until the doors closed.

  In the lobby, you waved hello to the woman at the desk and the security guard. Both were unbothered by your new attire. You swung open the front door and stepped into the sunlight where a black, unmarked car was waiting for you.

“Am I too early?” you asked the driver.

“Right on time, miss.”

 He opened the car door and you slid in, the leather feeling cool, even through your sweatpants. In a fancy car like that, you felt underdressed, but it was all in the job description. He shut the door and went around to the drivers side, any chatty banter he may have started falling short of his lips.

You took out your cell phone and unlocked it.

  Unread text messages: 72   Unread emails: 212

You looked at the very last message from Lucas sent right after he left:

             I love you more and more every day. See you when I get home.

  Trees. That was all you saw. Streets with trees lining them, parks with the healthiest limbs and most luscious green leaves. They stood proud and strong, only wavering with a slight wind. Occasionally, when you were lost in thought, they played against the glass of the car window, a kiss of a leaf here and there, as if to say, “Welcome, open your eyes.”

“We’re almost there,” the driver said. “He asked that I don’t escort you inside. I expect you know your way around.”

  You nodded, making eye contact with the driver in the rearview mirror. He was judging you, you could tell. He wasn’t new, by any means, but the lifestyle took some getting used to. When you first met the driver, you were scared of what he  thought of you, but now you didn’t spare a single thought for him at all.

 The car came to a stop in front of a three-story brick building, its red face powerwashed to pristine condition. There were flower boxes on every windowsill and forest green shutters. A wreath on the door felt welcoming, but only if you were someone who liked open invitations. In the neighborhood, that might have been plausible, but only you really knew what lay beyond the oak front door, its stained glass windows more expensive than Lucas’ monthly rent.

“Thank you.” you told the driver.

  You stepped out of the car, your sneakers crushing a twig. It was the only blemish on an otherwise clean street. You closed the door behind you and held your duffel bag in your hand. The driver waited a beat before driving off, his strict time schedule unable to be rearranged if you chickened out.

 But you would never chicken out. Before you was a place you had been to many times. Anyone who looked out of their window would recognize you, even if the flavor of you didn’t sit well under their tongue. As you ascended the stairs, no one bothered to push aside their curtain for a glimpse of the girl dressed in baggy clothes, every trace of her from this morning vanished completely.

 You walked right in.

  You were met with a smell that hit you instantly: cinnamon. Candles burned on a foyer table, the wick barely black. 

Just lit, you thought. You have to be around here somewhere.

  The home inside was cozy, deep blue accents and unexplainable modern art tucked into corners of the room. It was the home of someone with an eye for the unusual, but whose very facade made one feel more comfortable with themselves. You walked further inside, your fingers touching along the walls. When you were away, you missed the smells terribly.

“Where are you hiding?” you asked. “Little kitten.”

  You walked further inside, your shoes still perfectly on your feet. At his request, he wanted you to keep them on. You never asked why, but you expected that after you left, he got on his hands and knees and scrubbed his floor after your every footprint, in his bid to serve you. 

“Don’t you miss me?” you asked.

  There were so many doorways without doors. You weaved in and out of rooms, taking your sweet time to make sure he could hear you trampling through. You touched some things softly, and others, haphazardly. You didn’t wince as a part of a measuring cup family fell from its hook, clattering to the ground loud enough to make your teeth hurt.

“Tenny,” you said. “Come and play.”

  You wandered up the stairs, your manicured fingers tapping against the wooden railing. You let the duffel fall to the ground when you made it to the top, and rubbed your shoulders.

  If the downstairs was grandmother chic, the upstairs looked like the hallway of a sex club.The walls were deep sapphire and velvet, gold tassels dividing each door. You walked down the center, looking foolish and out of place. On your right, you went in through the first door to an empty bedroom. You looked around but could find nothing. 

“This is taking too long,” you said. “What if I just leave?”

  A sound tipped you off. Your head snapped in the direction you heard it coming from: the very last door on the left. You walked towards it, stopping before it. You rubbed the wood, massaging it in your palm. 

“My little kitten.” you cooed.

  You opened the door to find him in plain sight. His arms were above his head, his wrists strapped to a mechanism chained to the ceiling. He was naked and blindfolded, and there were headphones around his ears so he couldn’t hear anything. You stepped in but didn’t close the door behind you. You stood in front of him, watching as he mouthed the words to a song. When you pulled the headphones down his neck, he gave a little shake.

“You were right under my nose the whole time.” you said.

  You walked around him. His joints looked like they were straining too much. He could hardly keep himself up right. And yet, he began to smile as you made your way back to him.

“How long have you been waiting?” you asked.

“An hour.” he said, his voice hoarse.

  You took off his blindfold and was met with the most mischievous eyes. He looked you up and down, his cock twitching right as he got to the sneakers on his carpet. You had been in the room before, so all of the sex toys and contraptions lining the walls didn’t bother you. People liked to play, and in your line of work, you would do whatever they wanted for the right amount. 

 His name was Ten. He was your age, but there was something about him that felt older than your years. His eyes were that of an old soul, his body young and supple. You scraped your fingernails against his chest and watched him close his eyes and quiver.

“Should I leave you here for another?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I need you to hold me.”

  Ten was one of your favorites. It wasn’t so much about the sex but the companionship. Sure, there were things he did and wanted you to do to him that were a bit different, but your attachment to him was hard to explain. 

“Before I hold you,” you began. “I need to know I can’t disappoint you.”

He opened his eyes. “I don’t think you ever could.”

“You put too much faith in me.” you said. 

  You reached up to unhook him from the ceiling. He whimpered in pain as his arms fell. You massaged his shoulders and brought him against your bosom. Ten’s hair tickled your chin. You were scared to tell him that you forgot his blanket, that it was in your real apartment with the life you hid from Lucas. 

 You wrapped your arms around Ten and kissed the top of his head. You owed him honesty, so you opened your mouth and told him that you forgot the thing he wanted most from you. Tears welled in his eyes, and for a second, you thought about breaking the arrangement and asking if he wanted his money back, but Ten took your hand and started leading you out into the hallway.

“We can do the comfort blanket next week,” he said. “This week, we’ll do something else.”

  Briefly, he showed you the man he was when you weren’t there. He was straightened up and assertive, his eyes more disobedient. It was rare that you were privy to how he was when you weren’t there, but it was always refreshing that somewhere underneath it all, there was something you liked to think of as a friend.

  Ten brought you to a room with only a bed in the middle of it. An island of sadness is what you always thought of it. You remembered when you had found him there sprawled on his stomach, his puckered, wet asshole waiting for you to fuck it. You did as he asked, the money too good to turn him down.

  Ten waited for you to get on the bed by yourself. Before you did, you made sure no hair was peaking out of your ball cap before you stretched your body across the sheets. Ten climbed in and tucked himself into the side of your body. He moved down so that his cheek was pressed against your stomach.

“Tell me you love me,” he said. “And that you’ll never leave me.”

You let your fingers smooth his hair. “I love you, Kitten, and I’m never going to leave you.”

  You fell asleep on the car ride home, the sound of thunder waking you up just a stop away from Lucas’ apartment. You groaned because, for once, your sleep was dreamless. It was too good of a thing to wake up from.

“Drop me off at the corner,” you said. “I don’t want anyone to see me.”

  You had ditched the clothes at Ten’s place and changed back into your pantsuit, but you had hat head and felt like your body had been run over by a truck. You cuddled with Ten for six hours in the same position, your body aching more than his was when he was chained up. You cracked your neck and got ready to jump out of the car as soon as it stopped, just in case someone in the neighborhood was nosy enough to tell Lucas.

“Thank you.” you said for the second time that day.

“See you next week.”

“Yeah.” you sighed.

  You got out and walked the last block to his apartment. The duffel was in your hands, but it was empty. If Lucas asked, it was once full of office supplies the company let you borrow that you needed to return. He would buy into the lie. 

 You let yourself into the darkness, removed your shoes like you were a zombie, and thought about collapsing right on the floor. It wasn’t even that late, but there was something about being deceiving that sucked the life out of you. Deciding against it, you walked your way to the bedroom and flipped on the light. 

 After you usually left Ten’s, you felt too soft to the touch. Some nights, you cried the whole car ride, missing something you didn’t know what you were missing. Often, you would climb into Lucas’ arms and make the most passionate love to him. You just needed to be near him, to make sure it was him who would never leave you.

  Everything looked the same as you had left it, only Lucas’ gym clothes were on the floor and one of his drawers was half hanging open. You went over to it and stuffed his shirts down so it would close properly. Your fingers lingered on the soft fabric. You brought his shirt up to your nose and buried your face in it, inhaling deeply. When you went to put it back, your hand knocked into a small jewelry box.

Uh-oh.

 You took the box out and opened it. A diamond ring sat nestled in black velvet, the name of the jewelry shop printed in silver script on the lid. Feeling dizzy, you snapped the lid shut and shoved it back where it was.

[issabangtanfic]

[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 11)

Synopsis: When your stereotypical Christian Grey meets his not so stereotypical Anna

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

A/N: Feel free to submit a cover! Tell me what you think in my inbox! Enjoy!

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It's been years since I’ve been left with that much energy after a day at work. I have minimal oiliness on my face by the time I check my mirror in my car. I actually feel like I could run a mental marathon, which is good considering my next stop. Tonight, I’m seeing the flirtatious Mr.Jeon so he can finally give me the brief for the windmill house. I have to admit, I’ve kind of been looking forward to it, not only because the house is amazing, but also because I find some fun in declining his straightforward yet quite funny advances. I drive my Mini out of London, to the secluded green space where Mr.Jeon’s house is. I stifle a smile walking up the crackled stairs. I almost fell on it the first time I came here. I remember almost losing my shit when he caught me. I don’t think I’d be that phased if it were to happen today. I’ve had him way closer to me since then, and that has been something too.

I park my car at the end of the dirt road at the bottom of the hill, and hike up the stairs that lead to the house. When I get there, I notice a black wooden door with mouldings has been installed. It's better than the sad plank that was there before, and it actually kind of fits the architecture. I knock on the door, and a few moments later, Mr Jeon opens it.

“Miss Fair.” He greets, smiling at me, all grey suit and white shirt, his tie gone, three of his buttons undone. I stop my eyes from moving further down, not wanting to check him out too obviously.

“Good Evening, Mr.Jeon.” I murmur, returning the smile. He always looks so yummy.

“Good evening.” He replies, stepping aside to let me in. “Please, come in.”

Step into the house, the floorboards creaking under my heels as I make my way in, and he closes the door behind me. 

“How was your day?” He asks as I walk into the living room, myeyes immediately going to the immense, 3 to 4 meter high bookshelf  I saw last time. The house is as pretty as I remember it. 

“Busy.” I reply evasively, my eyes wandering up to the ceiling, and the dome where the roof opens up onto the sky.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks, pulling my attention back to him. I turn to him, and he's leaning against the kitchen counter, hands shoved in his pockets. I narrow my eyes at him.

“Are you going to try and turn this into a date?” I ask warily. Of course he's trying to make this a dinner date. He chuckles ,taking a few steps towards me.

“I’m worried about your blood sugar.” He counters, and I roll my eyes to the heavens. My blood pressure is what is really worrying. 

“I am fine, thank you.” I decline politely. This is a business meeting, Maya. I turn back around, venturing further in the living space. The couches are still covered by white sheets, except for one old brown leather armchair that I will one hundred percent stay in the house.

“Where should we start?” He prompts as I set my bag down onto the pretty arm chair.

“We can go from room to room and you tell me whatever you want to be done." I explain, sliding my coat off of my shoulders. I set it down on the back rest of the chair and start gathering my equipment. "I can also give you my ideas. I’ll snap a few pictures so I can remember how everything looks.” I say, pulling my tablet, camera and notepad out of my bag. 

“Then, I’ll draw sketches and I’ll come back to you for your approval.”  I conclude.

“Okay.”

“I'll also need the blueprints of the house.” I add before I forget.

“I’ll send them to you.” 

“Okay.” I turn around , glancing at the stairs that lead up to the star-azing platform..

“I really want to start up there.” I informed him. I have been thinking about this part of the house ever sincethe first time I came here. The sun has set, and I'm not sure what I'll be able to see but I'm curious.

“Sure.” He concedes, walking me up to the stairs. He lets me go first while he stays down under the staircase to turn the crank that lifts the blinds from the roof.

On the platform there is what I'm guessing is a telescope covered by a white sheet pointed at the ceiling.

After he gets to work the panels slowly go up, unveiling a dark sky with a few sparkles, and an almost full moon clearly visible.

“Oh, wow.” I whisper. This isn't the starriest sky I've seen in my life, but it's pretty bright for something just 45 minutes away from London. I guess the light pollution doesn't hit as much here.

A few seconds later, Mr.Jeon climbs the stairs and comes up behind me. This  space has so much potential. It's so unique, I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before. 

“So your grandfather designed this?” I ask him, unable to detach my eyes from the spectacle in front of me.

“Yes. I’d like to keep it like this of course, but I want this space to have seats.” He explains, pulling my attention back to the platform I'm standing on. The stairs and floor are metal, which gives it a very industrial feel, but doesn't match the warmth we're trying to give the house. Imagine laying on a comfy fatboy and just staring up at the sky for hours.

“Like a star-gazing station?” I ask him.

“Exactly.” He concurs. “I think it’d be nice if you were able to lay down too.”

“I agree.” I nod. 

"I think," Mr.Jeon trails off, stepping in front of me and reading the calendar stuck on the wall right next to the covered telescope. "Venus should be visible tonight." He says as he checks the time on his watch. Venus?

"Really?" My eyes widen in excitement as he uncovers the telescope. It's dark green and kind of rusty, defenitely an old piece of equipement. I bet this belonged to his gandfather. It's not dusty though, meaning he probably uses it frequently. 

"I mean it is visible during the day too, it's one of the brightest objects in the sky." He explains, unscewing the lense cover and the eye piece. Oh, I'm about to see a planet for the first time! I'm still surprised a man like him has this kind of interest. It's really not common.

"But it might be too low now." He muses, and I watch as he twists and turns the telescope that is almost his height, following an integrated compass with coordnates. He looks into the telescope in silence, and I'm fascinated by how easy he makes it look. This businessman has hobbies that don't consist in golf. 

"There she is." He says once he's found his target, and steps back from the telescope. "Take a look." He invites me. I take his place and look  through the lense, to see white bright disc in the center of my vision.

"It's so bright." I observe. I'm only seeing a bright disc of light, I wonder what it would look from up close.

"It's atmosphere is mainly thick clouds which makes it really reflective." I hear him explain behind me. 

"You sound so nerdy." I remark, turning around to look at him. He crosses his arms.

"I wouldn't be building rockets if I wasn't a nerd." He retorts. True. I take another look at the planet thoufh the telescope. It's amazing to see, but I'm really curious about how it would look if I were on the surface. It's kinda sad that I'll probably never know. 

"This is a really cool place to have in a house." I muse, looking back at him. He has his very own small scale observatory. "I've never seen anything quite like this."

"It's pretty nice." He agrees. I pull out my camera and snap a few picturs of the space, and we move on with the rest of the tour. After coming back down into the livingroom, we both agree to keep the massive bookshelf. That was a given; this is another huge piece of the house that never in a million years I would have considered removing even if he asked me to.

He tells me his grandfather has read evey single one of the books in there, and has even written some of them. He throws some ideas for the arrangement of the space ,and I snap e few more pictures. Then we tour the rest of the house; the dinning room, the two bedrooms upstairs, the bathroom, and the backyard. It takes us almost an hour to complete, and we're back in the living room, where I put down all my tools and start to pack up.

“Wine?"

I turn around to find him behind the kitchen ocunter, holding an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. He's trying to make me drink again!  I give him a dissaproving stare.

“I bought this bottle for the occasion.” He tells me. 

“What occasion?”

"Any day I get to see you is worth celebrating to me.” He coos. Oh please!  “Considering how you’re always avoiding me.” He adds. Oh, I know where this is going. 

“I am not going to sleep with you tonight.” I articulate, trying to sound convinving despite my amused tone.

“I’m just offering you a drink.” 

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“Maya, you’re way smarter than this.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Excuse me?” I mimick him, crossing my arms under my chest.

“You wouldn’t be here if you really thought I was going to try to take advantage of you like that.” He points out. True. But still. 

“It’s Italian wine.” He adds when I don't answer. “I think you’ll love it.”

How does he know what I like already?! 

“Just one glass.” I give in. One tiny glass. I'm driving anyways so I'm not about to go crazy tonight.

“Okay.” He agrees before pulling two wine glasses from under the counter. He pours me half a glass, before serving himself.

I thim and we clink our glasses before taking a sip each. An boy this man knows his wine. I love sweet reds. Before I can even comment on the taste, there's a loud knock on the front door.

"Just in time." He comments, droping his class and walking over to the door. Who is he expecting? I hear the door open.

"Thank you Jimin." Mr Jeon says. Jimin? Isn't that his assistant? I remember his name from the time I went to the purple mansion. The door closes and Mr.Jeon reappears.

“I hope you like sushi." He announces, holding two plastic bags in his hands. Sushi?

"You ordered food?" I gasp, my face a mix of confusion and glee. "I figured you wouldn't have had time to eat." He answers, walking over to me. I watch, mesmerised as he drops the food on the counter. My eyes follow as he pulls out one, then a second, then a third plate of colorful sushi. There’s makis too, salmon, tuna, sea breaam sushi- a lot f very good stuff. I’m salivating, my eyes hugging the food close. "Hungry?" I look up and see him smirking at me. I love sushi, and I don’t know if I can refuse this offer. This is better than sex. "Well, I wouldn't want to waste." I shrug a shoulder, making him chuckle. He then pulls out the sauces, disposable chopsticks and napkins.  Little white makis catch my attention. "What are these?" I ask, pointing at my first preys. "Cheese makis.” "Cheese?" I repeat. Has there been a kind I haven’t tried yet? It’s time to update the sushi-pedia. "Have bite.” Mr.Jeon proposes, splitting a pair of chopsticks. He picks one of the cheese sushi and brings it over to my face. At this moment, I don’t even feel like pointing out how inappropriate it is, this man just won’t stop. I bite the sushi off, surprised by the creaminess of the cheese. I hum appreciatively. Sushi can never go wrong, even with cheese in it. This is amazing. "Right?" He concurs, smiling softly. "It's good." I agree once I’ve swallowed. Mr. Jeon hands me another pair of chopsticks, and I dive into the colorful maki rolls. "I'm going to be honest," I trail off after the first two bites. "You have found my weak spot." I mumble. "Sushi?" He says, amused. I nod vigorously. I would have declined any other type of food he would have proposed, but not sushi. He was spot on, and I'm not ashamed for giving in. "Any physical weak spot you want to tell me about?" When I look back at him, he’s turned his body so he’s facing me. Elbow propped onto the counter, he’s giving me all his attention. Oh you wish, Mr.Hotbuttocks. "I'll let you in on a secret." I announce, twisting so I’m facing him as well. "I'm all ears."  He murmurs. Feeling brave, I lean closer to him, prompting him to bend his neck and quite literally give me his ear. A distant, unused and forbidden part of my brain wants to bite his earlobe just to see his reaction. But I refrain. "I'm not having sex with you." I whisper, making him chuckle. He pulls back, shaking his head at me. I catch another sushi. "There was a time when you wouldn't say that." He says to me, eyes playful. "I was drunk." I retort. "Just tipsy." He counters. Ha! "There's not much difference." I mumble. "Let me put it another way.” He prompts, and I don’t like the smirk he’s giving me. I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you attracted to me?" He asks, but I’m not sure it’s a question. He’s looking at me dead in the eyes, probably watching my pupils dilate. I don’t think I can ever say no to that question, now that Iiterally have drunk-dialed him asking for sex. But I’m not going to admit it either. "Does it really matter?" Is the best I come up with, and he laughs at me in a short snort. I know he knows that was a lame attempt, but he ignores it. "Well, you know the feeling is mutual." He murmurs, and it makes my insides fuzzy. Such a handsome man being attracted to me physically is a confidence booster, but I also know the fact that I don’t take shit from him also plays a role in it. He likes that I'm not giving in. "You're only attracted to me because I resist you." I reply. He raises an eyebrow. "Is that why you're resisting me? So you can have me chasing you?” He asks, leaning closer to me and propping his chin on his fist. I am more phased by his words than his proximity. Am I enjoying the chase? I mean the only reason I’m not throwing myself at him is because I know when he finally gets me it’ll be over. Is that what's stopping me? Knowing there probably won't be a second time? Or is it the fact that I'll just be another rebelious woman he'd managed to tame?

“No.” I shake my head after thinking about it for too long. I mimic him, resting my head on the palm of my hand, my elbow right next to his. “Well, I’m not attracted to you because you resist me." He murmurs, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Sure.” “Let me get to my point." He prompts. Oh, whatever. 

"You're submissive, right?" He asks out of the blue, taking me by surprise. Excuse me? Rude!

 I immediately feel exposed, because I know he knows the answer to that question. I feel my face heat up. Where is he going with this? "Maybe." I reply, trying my hardest not to betray my panic. But I can’t bring myself to lie looking into his eyes, so I look away, earning another heartfelt chuckle. "Maybe, alright." He repeats. He sees right through me .To be fair, I am not putting the best act. I'm too easily read. I blush, I frown, I fidget, I play with my hair - I have the most telling body language and it hasn't helped me once in life. “What is your point, Mr.Jeon?” I ask, wanting to end the torture. "So when you find someone attractive, you tend to let them take control and bring you pleasure." He trails off. I nod in agreement, still unsure where this is going.  "But it doesn't mean you're weak or dependent. You chose to be in that position because that's what brings you the most pleasure. In fact outside the bedroom you're a very opinionated woman and you get your way quite often." He adds. I'm still following at this point, but I know he's trying to get me somewhere I don't want to be. I repeat his words in my head a second time. I feel like I’m about to get tricked. "True." I agree reluctantly, knowing I probably shouldn't.  “See, you think I'm all about the challenge and keeping women who challenge me submissive and obedient, but I work differently." He explains. Oh, I’m sure he does. "Just like you being submissive doesn't mean you're dependent and passive, me wanting to pin you against a wall and do things to you has nothing to do with my respect for you or women in general." He murmurs. Pin me against a wall and do things to me?! I take a discreet but deep breath, watching as the corner of his mouth turns into a smirk when he realises I’m already imagining things. "What I'm trying to say is," He trails off, and I think I catch his pupils dilating as our eyes meet. "When I find someone attractive, I tend to hold down..." He says, his tone lower, his voice so seductive it sounds like a purr. "And bite..." He adds, bringing the tip of his index finger just under my ear. "And kiss..." I hold his gaze while he slowly runs it down the side of my neck, barely brushing my skin but letting me feel plenty. "And lick..." He stops at the  spot where my neck and shoulder connect, my hairs standing alert in the wake of his touch. His eyes don’t leave mine, intense and blazing. My libido is through the roof. I want him to do that again. Biting and kissing and licking... I’m not learning anything new here. I’ve always known this man was dominant and kinky. I’m not surprised, but he’s just so sexy. He oozes sex, he smells like sex, he looks like sex, it’s intoxicating. "Because that's what gives me the most pleasure." He adds, his voice feeling like butter. "But I also always have my partner's pleasure in mind. Sometimes more than my own." He says, barely hiding the promise in his words. He leans back as if to mark the ending of his monologue, and that’s when I realise I had stopped breathing. 

I feel dizzy and my cheeks are burning. "Well,”I sigh, reaching for my wine. “Your next conquest should consider herself lucky." I say, raising my glass in his honor, before throwing the entire thing back. I feel thirsty, and hot and bothered. "Yeah, you should." He retorts, making me splutter and almost choke on my wine. He laughs at me, his laugh loud and boyish, while I try not to spit wine all over myself. “You have no shame.” I say in wonder, shaking my head at his mirth. "What should I be ashamed of? Being attracted to you?" He retorts. "Being inappropriate." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. What a tease. "You're smiling." He counters.  "It's better than you running from me." He murmurs, his words heavier than what he wants me to think. I don't think I'm running away as much as I used to. I went to dinner with him, and I'm here today. I'm still aware of the majo red flags he waved at me when we first met though. "You give me reasons to run." I argue. This man smells like trouble, and I'm hovering over a dangerous line but I'm confident in my capacity to protect myself. His gaze turns to playful to a little bit more serious. He looks pensive. "I was hoping it wasn't the case anymore." He says quietly, and he almost sounds disappointed by my answer. "I wouldn't be here if it was." I say to reassure him a little bit. "I'm glad to hear that." He smiles softly. Part of me doesn't want to make him too happy, but I guess I'll give him that.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about." He prompts, and I feel him getting even more serious than before.  

"We've never really talked about what happened with my brother." He trails off. Oh... 

Way to kill the mood. I feel myself stiffen instantly as the few memories I have of that night flash back to me.

"And again, I'm sorry for what happened." He says to me. He has told me before that his brother got the "wrong impression". And I would like, in order to start contemplating the idea of forgiving me, to know how in the hell he got that wrong impression. Because to me it is unjustifiable. Was it my dress? Nope. No matter how short it could have been, and it wasn't even short. My body language? Nah. The mere fact that we were drinking? Hell to the no.

"I have always wondered how he could possibly have thought I was going to have sex with him. That still doesn't sit right with me." I tell him honestly, because if he's asking me to forgive him for thinking anything I did led him on, I'll be gone before he even finishes his sentence. 

"He could tell I was attracted to you, and he knows I usually don't mind sharing." He explains to me. He doesn't mind sharing? Sharing women with his brother?!

 "And he was drunk." He adds while I try to precess this information. My face is a knot of confusion. He had threesomes with his brother? Why do I feel like there's something very incestuous about it? I'm effectively grossed out.

"You share your sexual partners with him?" I utter, unable to hide the judgment in my voice. He doesn't seem fazed by the horror on my face."If they both want each other I usually don't have a problem with it." He shurgs a shoulder. How is he so cool about this? Is it normal nowadays? Am I weird for finding it weird. I mean; obviously him and Eliott aren't blood brothers, and I don't think they have sex together per say, but they both participate in a sexual act at the same time! 

"So you-"

"Not threesomes, no." He cuts me off. Oh thank god! 

"Huh." I exhale.

Okay, so he just doesn't mind sleeping with the same woman as his brother. 

"So, hypothetically," I traill off. "If we were to sleep together- which we won't- you wouldn't -"

"I would be extremely possessive of you." He cuts me off, looking into my eyes with intent.

"Why?" I frown. He mimicks me, scrunching his eyebrows togetehr in a pensive manner. He's actually thinking about it.

"I'm not sure." He murmurs.  "I guess I just don't like the thought of anyone else bringing you pleasure." 

Okay? 

After processing this, a tiny part of my brain thinks this means something? That maybe I'm different? I shouldn't believe him that easily though, but if that's true, then I'm confused.

"Interesting..." I muse. I don't feel like elaborating on that. The implications are way too heavy for what I want this whole thing to be.

"But okay, let's say he thought you and I were having sex." I prompt, because his explaination isn't very satisfying yet. "What made him think I'd have sex with him?"

Mr.Jeon inhales deeply, visibly a little bit embarassed to speak. 

"His dumb ass thought bringing you over was what I meant by cheering him up after his breakup." He explains, and it dawns on me.

"He thought I was a bloody hooker." I conclude. He makes a face.

"Not quite. He did drink a lot before you came over too." He counters. Okay, his drunk ass thought I was a bloody hooker.

"Anyways. I hope you'll be able to forgive him one day. He's not a bad guy, just really dumb." He finishes. 

"Okay." I nod. I've heard him, but I don't knwo about forgiving his brother. Not because I'm still mad or anything, but because I can't this of an istance where I'll ever have too see him again. It's not liek he was about to become my brother-in-law.

"Thank you for explaining." I say before glancing at my wtach. I have been here for nearly two hours.

"But I do have to go now, Mr.Jeon." I declare. It's getting really late. “Oh, what a shame.” I hear him complain as I slide off my stool. "Thank you for the sushi." I murmur, looking up at him. "You're most welcome, Miss Fair." He replies, standing up I as well. I gather my stuff, putting my camera and sketchbook back in my bag and throwing my coat on. "I will make plans and sketches and get back to you to schedule another meeting." I explain to him once I'm ready to leave. "How long will that take?" "I think I'll be done in a week or two." "That's a long time without seeing each other." He mutters, scratching his chin in a pensive manner. I raise a curious eyebrow. "Now I'm thinking we're only doing this so you can talk me into sleeping with you." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "Miss Fair, I would never." He gasps dramatically. Yes you would. I narrow my eyes at him. "No, seriously. This house means a lot to me, and I don't share this part of my life with that many people." He says more seriously, but I still think he could be doing this to get his dick wet. "Would you mind if I made you sign a contract, then?" I propose. He's all about NDA's and shit, right? "A contract?" "Yes." I concur. "So I'm guaranteed to get my fifteen percent." I explain. I don't want to dive into this and then leave the project like last time. If he ever fucks up to the point where I don't want to see him, we can still do everything via e-mail. Hott buttocks aside, this project is really exciting. He frowns down at me for a second, but is quick to shrug a shoulder. "As you wish." He concedes. "I should make you sign it before I actually start putting in the work." I muse. "I'll be out of town for a few days, I leave on Wednesday." He warns. "I'll e-mail it to you." "Or we could meet up and read it through together." He proposes. Of course he'd want that. "You're funny." I chuckle. "I'm not signing anything via e-mail." He declares. "Why?" I frown. "Don't know how that technology works." He shrugs. Now he's playing the age card? "How old are you?" I ask, realizing I still don't know how old he is. "I'm 21." He says. He keeps adding a year every time I ask him!  "But you build rockets." I deadpan. He smirks- fucking smirks at me. He's so handsome it's angering. "Then I'm not designing anything for you." I retort. "Is seeing me that much of a torture?" He asks with feigned disappointment. I take a moment to think. "Not anymore." I reply. "Not anymore?" He repeats, eyebrows meeting his hairline. "But still." "But still?" He frowns, looking offended. I giggle at his reaction. "I can throw food in the mix, we can meet during our lunch break." He proposes. "Our offices are very close." Oh, god. "I'll see what I'll do tomorrow." I concede, feeling like a straight no would be too mean of me. And I actually don't know I want to say no or not. I enjoy his company. "Just remember you have the power to make a man's day by saying yes." He murmurs, stepping closer to me, hands in his pockets. He looks yummy. "I'll keep that in mind." I murmur, looking up at him. "Good." He says quietly, holding my gaze. The hairs on the back of my neck rise in alert. Why am I still wearing clothes again? "Let me walk you back." He proposes after a beat. I accept, and Mr. Jeon escorts me out of the house. "We'll have to fix these stairs as well." I mumble, looking out for any rogue piece of rock about to make me fall. "You have carte blanche for the outside. I trust you." He replies. I don't think the outside -or at least the pathway, needs a lot of work. Just some brand new steps and green grass.

"Can't wait to get to it." I reply. He walks me down the stairs and back to my car.

"Thank you for your time, Ms Fair." He says as I stand next to my Mini, ready to unlock it.

"It was a pleasure." I reply, smiling at him. I open my door and slide into my seat.

"I'll be waiting for your text." He says, leaning down to my window, eyes small and playful. I giggle.

"I'm sure you will." I tease. "Goodbye, Mr. Jeon." 

"Goodbye, Miss.Fair."