#idk was just practicing as per usual and i took way longer on the faces than i normally do

[krissi2197]

vi in casual clothing my beloved

[noonachronicles]

The Malebranche Pt. 3

Im Changkyun/I.M. X Reader & Lee Jooheon X Reader

Word count: 12k

Warnings: Per usual, there is cursing. This is demon smut. It’s literally smut with demons. This is 18+. There is a lot of unprotected sex. There is come casual exhibitionism/voyeurism. Demon threesome. It gets a little rough (face f**king and choking). I’m not your mom and I’m not the fan fiction police. So just don’t have unprotected sex and don’t fuck demons. Unless you’re being responsible and understand the consequences?? IDK! I don’t want to feel like I’m being held responsible for your actions and I also don’t want to tell you what to do. So there’s your warning.

Genre: Demon AU. Modern Fantasy. Sorta Soulmate AU

A/N: For @nemesyis​. This used to be p*rn with a plot... but it seems I have now lost the plot. Now it's just some good ole fashion d in the p. Enjoy!

‘Hell is empty, and all the devils are here’. - William Shakespeare

Your hands gripped the banister of the third floor balcony so hard your knuckles were blooming white. Down below in The Red Room the night had already begun. Patrons on the stage with the dancers, dancers on the floor in the laps of patrons. Alcohol was flowing like a river downstream. Bass pumped through the speakers and Jooheon had his rock hard erection pressed against your ass. One of his hands gripped your hip while his lips stayed attached to the curve of your neck sucking a light bruise on your skin.  

“You’re sure they can’t see anything up here?” you asked again.

“I’m sure.” he grinned against you, “If they could, would you ask me to stop?”

You tried to gulp down your urge for honesty, but it was impossible with his hands on you. The inability to lie, you’d found, was one of the few pitfalls of a demon boyfriend. “No.”

“It’s so cute that you continue to pretend to have even an ounce of modesty and restraint. Even after all this time, my little devil.”

The hand that wasn’t on your hip was massaging your exposed breasts. His fingers gently pinching your erect nipples. You weren’t completely naked. Jooheon had only dragged the top of your dress down to your hips. Your bra, you assumed, was somewhere on the ground behind the two of you.

It had been a couple months since your first night with him and you were slowly realizing that he was a fairly insatiable demon and only growing worse it seemed. It wasn’t often you could be found without his hands and mouth all over you. You weren’t one for complaining. In fact your need to be with him and be with him was growing stronger than ever and showed no signs of weakening any time soon.

Your eyes passed over the floor once more for any curious eyes as Jooheon continued to suck on every naked inch of you. No one was looking. Everyone was too busy with their own acts of sin. Though you did notice the top of a familiar head as it moved through the room to the bar. Maybe it was less the top of his head that called for your attention and more the loud gold, barocco jaquard Dolce and Gabbana robe he was wearing.

Changkyun was the only man you knew that was confident enough to pull off something so absurd. You had told him plenty of times that just because something was expensive didn’t mean it was fashionable. He rarely listened. It didn’t hurt your feelings because it wasn’t just you, he didn’t listen to anyone. Instinctually, your teeth dragged over your lip as you watched him. When he spun around and leaned against the bar you could see the white button down shirt and black pants he had under the robe. His tongue moved over his lips and you could see the silver glisten of his tongue ring. Sometimes when you noticed it you could still feel him inside of you.

He had a girl with him, he usually did, a blonde girl you knew you’d never see again. At least you’d never see her with him again anyway. Most of his conquests would come back night after night to try and get his attention once more and eventually give up when they realized he was done with them. You watched as he whispered something to her and she giggled. You rolled your eyes. Then you watched as her pretty little manicured hand moved up between his thighs until she was cupping his dick. There was no reason for it but you could feel the jealousy brewing in your gut.

“Baby,” Jooheon whispered against your ear, “Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm.” you pushed your ass back into him.

His plush lips met your skin once more and you closed your eyes for just a moment. When you opened them back up to the floor your eyes locked with Changkyun. He was smiling but it was more deviant than it was kind. He lifted his drink to his lips for a sip, never moving his eyes from yours.

“Honey…” you said quietly, “Could Kyun...would he be able…”

Jooheon rested his chin on your shoulder and looked down below. “Yes, he can see us.”

“Oh.”

“Do you like that?” he asked, you gasped as he dragged his tongue over your hot skin, “Do you want him to watch?”

“Yes.” you answered breathlessly.

Jooheon slipped his hand down your tense arm and pulled your hand from the banister. Finally looking away from Changkyun you watched as Jooheon slipped between you and the banister. There he pressed a kiss against your lips.

When he pulled back he was smiling, “If he’s going to watch, we should give him something beautiful to look at.”

“Like what?” you gulped.

“Like the face you make when you cum for me.” he grinned, his dimple digging into his cheek, and dropped to his knees.

His hand grazed your inner thighs as he reached underneath the skirt of your dress. A whimper passed your lips as his fingers met your dripping pussy. And you lunged forward against the banister when he pushed them inside of you. His head ducked under the skirt of your dress.

When your eyes made it back to the floor Changkyun was still watching. His friend for the evening had her hand in his pants now, working him properly. She was trying to get a kiss or any attention at all really, but his eyes were dark and narrowed in on you. Jaw clenched and lips tight, he looked feral.

Your mouth fell open in pleasure at the feel of Jooheon’s fingers moving inside of you, his mouth sucking on your clit. There had already been so much foreplay that you had been halfway to your orgasm  before he’d even started and his agile fingers were making quick work of the second half. Changkyun’s chest was heaving and it made him look like he was panting. His tongue swiped repeatedly over his mouth, the silver ball of his tongue ring running back and forth across his lip.  After several minutes his lips moved subtly, as if he were speaking under his breath, you could practically hear him urging you to cum. Cum for him, cum for Jooheon, for all three of you.

The blonde girl had moved her face in front of his so you lost him for a moment which you’d found deeply disappointing. Then, like he knew you needed to see him to finish, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it to the side as he kissed her roughly. All you could see of him was his dark, starved eyes as they bore into you, urging you to completion but that was enough.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped out. Your eyes squeezed shut, thighs tensed around Jooheon’s cheeks and wrist. “That’s it...cu-cumming!”

When you were done you leaned forward against the banister to catch your breath. Having back a few of your senses you looked back down towards the bar but Changkyun and his friend were gone. Jooheon had stepped out from underneath your skirt and moved away for a moment but when he came back he had your bra in hand. It surprised you that he didn’t seem upset. You weren’t sure if it was that you thought he would be or that he should be, but part of you was a little chagrined.

“He thinks he’s in love with you.” Jooheon said quietly as he pulled the zipper of your dress up the length of your back, once you had your bra on. He was leaving soft kisses against your neck, where he’d already left his darkening splotches. Little maroon flags planted all over your body with his name on them so that everyone knew he’d staked his claim.  

“Is that so?” You laughed, “I didn’t think he liked anyone.”

“He doesn’t.” he responded, “He doesn’t like anyone except you. That’s why he assumes it’s love.”

“But you don’t think it is.”

Jooheon shrugged and stepped beside you, leaning against the bannister to get a good look at the floor below. “Demons were angels once. We talked about that, remember? Angels and demons….we’re exactly the same, only demons have fallen. We had our wings replaced with horns as a punitive mark for our sins. We still feel and want for the same things. Angels are just demons that haven’t gotten caught yet.”

“How do you really feel?” you said, amused as you turned your back on the floor below so you could be face to face with Jooheon instead.

“It’s true. Angels are just as capable of selfishness and sin. They can be just as corrupt. Just as angry and violent. They can be cowards, liars, and thieves. The difference is they tuck their more nefarious traits beneath their robes so that everyone thinks them flawless. And just how angels can be like demons, demons are capable of all the things angels are, including love.”

“So you think he does love me?”

“I think it’s been a long time since he’s loved someone. A millennium. Perhaps longer.  He is completely capable of love. However, he’s confusing the fact that he doesn’t hate you with the idea that he loves you. It’s been tearing him apart. I don’t blame him. Who wouldn’t look at you and think they were in love.” he smiled over at you, “Though I might be a little biased.”

Leaning forward you pressed a kiss against his dimple and leaned back against the banister once more. For a minute you observed Jooheon as he observed the club. He looked so neutral as he took in the crowd below. You lifted your hand to the collar of his shirt before letting your fingers slide down his chest. You thought about how it made you feel. Knowing there were other women who wanted Jooheon the way you had him. Neutral was not the emotion you felt being prominent.

“You don’t seem very upset that he thinks he’s in love with me.” you commented as casually as you could manage.  

“It upsets me that he’s hurting.” He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss your palm.

“Oh.” You said quietly, he was always surprising you.

Jooheon raised a thoughtful, almost amused, eyebrow and looked over at you. “Do you think I should be more upset?”

You shrugged it off,  “I don’t know.”

“When you say I don’t seem upset, do you mean I don’t seem jealous?” he grinned. You tried to look down at your feet but he grabbed your chin between his fingers and lifted your eyes to his. His eyes were sparkling, amused with the ashamed look on your face and in your eyes. “Do you wish I was more jealous? Would you like me to be more possessive of you?”

You could taste the truth at the back of your throat. “Yes.”

Dropping his hand from your face he laughed lightly, “Do you want to know why I’m not more jealous?”

“Yes.”

He stood up straight and reached down to grab your hand. He brought your arm up to the space between you and turned your hand over, palm side up. Your eyes followed his fingers as they moved up your arm from your wrist to your elbow. He pointed to the patch of freckles. Your very own constellation.

“Do you remember I told you about Perseus and Algol?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“They’re more than just a fancy set of freckles. They mean you’re marked.” He said. “You’re mine.”

He turned his head so you had a good view of this side of his neck. Along his hairline were five freckles that matched yours exactly.

“I’m a bad girlfriend.” You whispered as you brushed your fingertip along his freckles.

“How so?”

“I don’t know every inch of you.” You frowned, “I didn’t even know those were there.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn every inch.” He grinned, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“What do they mean exactly?” You asked, “The marks? Why does it mean that we share them? Are you mine as well?”

“Yes. We were destined for one another.” He shrugged, “It means I never have to worry about any other person's intentions with you because no matter what they do or how hard they try, you’ll choose me.”

“So I shouldn’t worry either?”

“You never have to worry.” He smiled, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Even if I slept with a hundred others, I’ll always belong to you.”

You shook your head, “Okay but...please don’t ever do that.”

Jooheon laughed and wrapped his arms around you, “I won’t. You could do the same and it wouldn’t bother me either. Sex is just sex. What we share is eternal.”

Slipping your arms around his waist you rested your head on his shoulder. After a moment you let out a thoughtful hum. “I think I have an idea. I think I know how to make Changkyun feel better.”

-

It took a few weeks to figure it all out, but you and Jooheon came up with the perfect plan. Surprises were difficult with Changkyun because he was such a clever and overly suspicious demon. Not to mention you couldn’t lie to him.  Pulling one over on him was nearly impossible. It was also important to be very methodical with him. You couldn’t just come out with your proposal, he’d never agree to it outright. He would have to already be halfway in the scenario for it to work and even then both you and Jooheon had concerns that he’d be too hesitant and back out anyway. 

You knew you had to try, you knew that even if he couldn’t admit it, this was something he wanted. After diligent planning  together, there was some time needed for preparations, and then finally it was time for the execution. You were ready. Well, you were as ready as you were ever going to be.  

On the day the plan was to be set into motion it was raining. Jooheon assured you that it was a good omen and that you shouldn’t worry. The guys didn’t live at The Eighth Circle, contrary to many of the rumors that were told about them. They lived in what you thought was a surprisingly modern, luxury penthouse at the top of the tallest building in the entire city. You’d expected something more vintage, a dark cozy home that was decorated like the club. Regardless of what you expected you were always there. Actually at that point you were there so often with Jooheon that you more or less lived with them. So it was no surprise to Changkyun when he walked down to the open kitchen around midmorning and you were already sitting on one of the stools in front of the island.

As was usual, the morning paper was spread out in front of you while you sipped from your mug of hot coffee. You were in one of Jooheon’s oversized shirts and a pair of shorts so short that for a moment he thought you weren’t wearing any at all. He closed his eyes, willing himself to keep it together. Having you there was often torturous. He would have complained to Jooheon but he was also a glutton for punishment.

Moving into the kitchen he cleared his throat, “Morning.”

He noticed the slight jump you gave at his presence and smirked while he pulled a clean mug from the cupboard.

“Good morning!” You said cheerfully, though not too cheerfully.

It was a tricky balance and you were already nervous. That and you were also a bad actress. All of these winning factors put together had you feeling ready for an absolutely successful quest. That was if a graceless failure was your ultimate intention. Changkyun looked over his shoulder at you curiously but just for a moment before turning back to the coffee pot that he’d emptied into his mug, and started a new batch.

“What’s with you?” he asked, back still turned.

“Nothing, it’s just such a beautiful day and Jooheon is free all afternoon.” you sighed, “I’m just… excited.”

“Oh yeah?” he said sarcastically, pouring sugar and cream into his mug, “You two actually going to do something besides sit around here all day sucking face?”

“That’s not all we do.” you muttered into your coffee. You missed his exaggerated eye roll.

With his first cup of coffee prepared and more brewing in preparation for a second, he finally turned around to look at you. He looked from you through the double story glass curtain wall that overlooked the entire city. A look of suspicion passed over his features.  

“Beautiful day-” his face scrunched in disbelief and he looked back at you, “It looks miserable out there. You’ll definitely be stuck inside all day. And I’ll be stuck with you so... great for everyone.”

You shrugged innocently and looked back down at your paper as he leaned against the counter to shuffle through the sections you weren’t reading. Both of you stayed there quietly, pretending to be reading your bits of paper. In reality you were trying to think of ways to make yourself more appealing. Trying not to come off as awkward you attempted to show off the length of your neck, you sucked on your bottom lip for a bit, and even stretched your arms out releasing a quiet, albeit overly sexual moan. Changkyun clenched his jaw as he stared down at the paper trying his best not to imagine taking you over the counter.

Lucky for both of you Jooheon made his way happily down the stairs. “My two favorite people!”

Changkyun rolled his eyes so hard his head rolled back with them and he groaned loudly. Ignoring his incredibly common reaction, Jooheon made his way to you like a magnet, wrapping his arms around you and planting a kiss against your mouth.  

“I hate it here.” Changkyun muttered to himself.

“If you actually hated it, you’d have left by now.” Jooheon shot back.

Changkyun rolled his eyes again, though less dramatic. “What are you all dressed up for?”

“I have to go out for a bit for business. Finalizing some paperwork details with the new brokerage company.”

“That’s weird. Why would you do it today?” Changkyun turned to prepare his second coffee of the morning, “It’s your day off. Just have them come to the club tomorrow night and do it there.”  

“I just want to get it over with. Shouldn’t take more than an hour.” Jooheon shrugged. “Take good care of my girl for me.”

Turning around to look at the two of you he scoffed, “Yeah, sure.”

“I’ll be back in a bit.” Jooheon said quietly and left a kiss against your temple.

Changkyun faux gagged, and turned back around to finish getting his second coffee ready. After you heard the click of the front door you waited for the right moment. It was quiet between the two of you again. Just the sound of you sipping coffee, Changkyun’s silver spoon clinking against his ceramic mug as he stirred his drink, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Once you figured a sufficient amount of time had passed you looked up from the paper you were reading. Changkyun had been leaning back against the counter, head tilted slightly as he watched you. When you caught him staring he didn’t even bother to look away.

“What?” you blushed.

He shrugged, “You want something from me.”

“What?” you scoffed, “What makes you think that?”

“I am a demon.” he reminded you, ��I always know when someone wants something. Call it a trick of the trade.”

You let out a slow breath, what better time than now. “Okay, yeah. I want your opinion on something.”

Changkyun stepped forward towards the island and leaned against the counter on his elbows. “I am very opinionated.”

He wouldn’t take his eyes off of you and honestly it was making your blood heat up in your veins already. You wanted to look away from him but you knew you had to at least match his level of control and confidence. Jooheon had told you it was the only way this would work.

“I wanted to do something for Jooheon, a sort of thank you for how amazing the last  couple of months have been.”

He groaned, not shying away from letting you know how gross he thought it was. “You want me to tell you what to get your boyfriend?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I already have an idea. I just wanted your opinion on if you think he’ll like it.”

“Okay,” he sighed, “What is it?”

“It’s um...I can’t really explain it. I’d have to show it to you.” you dragged your teeth over your lip, “Do you have some time now?”

He looked you over for a long moment. You could tell he didn’t really want to, but you also knew he had a soft spot for you and that’s why there was any conflict in his decision at all. With a low groan he nodded, “Why not?”

Your face lit up with a smile. “Give me five minutes  and then meet me in the library?”

Not waiting for a response you hurried out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to the bedrooms. Changkyun was admittedly curious about your plan as he waited the five minutes. When he went down the hall to the office space they used as a library, he only found himself that much more intrigued. The curtains were drawn, which they never were. Only the smaller lamps were turned on, not the overhead lighting, and each one had been draped in red and purple fabrics. You had moved the furniture so that the floor was cleared save for a single, armless sitting chair in the center of the room. When he walked inside he found a card on the seat of the chair that said simply for him to sit. He could already feel his pulse quicken in anticipation.

“Ready?” your voice came from somewhere outside of the room.

“I assume so.” he called out and took a deep breath.

The speakers hidden around the room filled the air with a slow tempo rock song. He watched as you slipped into the room and slid the doors shut before turning around to face him. He inhaled deeply at the sight. You changed into one of Jooheon’s button down shirts over your too short shorts. A pair of black thigh high stockings accentuated your legs, and a pair of stilettos adorned your feet. Your hair was on the top of your head in what appeared to be a thoughtless bun, but was what had taken you most of the five minutes you were upstairs.

“Wh-what is this?” he stuttered out.

“Is it too much already?” you asked squirming slightly,  your thighs rubbing together. He almost choked, inhaling too sharply at the view. “I thought the heels were too much, but the stockings feel silly without them. And I would have taken them off but I wanted to make sure that there was enough to take off to keep it interesting, you know?”

“You’re going to dance for him?” Changkyun asked as his mouth started to water more with each step you took towards him. “You’re going to strip?”

“Is it stupid? I know he sees this kind of thing all the time at work, but do you think he’ll like it?” you asked

“Can’t imagine that he’d hate it.” he said with a tense exhale.

“Can I show you some of the stuff the girls at the club showed me?” you asked, “You can tell me if it’s good and what I should change?”

“He did say to take good care of you.” he sighed, “What’s under the shirt?”

“That comes later, Kyunnie.” you grinned as he flushed at the nickname, and stepped around the chair behind him.

You placed your hands on his biceps and dragged your fingers up to his shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze before slipping your hands down his chest. Your lips left little kisses against his neck while you dragged your hands back up his chest enough to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

“I thought we were undressing you.” he said with a gulp.

Pulling his earlobe between your teeth you hissed out a shush and pulled open the red satin dress shirt to reveal his collarbone and shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed as you moved your mouth over his skin. You dragged your teeth over his delicate features before sucking them between your soft lips.

“You’re so sweet, Kyunnie.” you whispered against his ear before pulling away. Your hair brushed against his cheek gently and he inhaled the scent of your shampoo.

Walking around to the front of him you danced slowly to the music. He watched as you hooked your thumbs into the elastic of your shorts and tugged them down little by little with each sway of your hips. As you bent over to step out of the shorts the shirt you were wearing lifted up over your ass and slipped down your back revealing the black lace garter belt you were wearing to hold up your stockings. Without really thinking he reached out and his  fingers ghosted over the matching lace panties you were wearing.

“Are you peeking?” you asked looking back at him with a grin.

Taking your grin as a challenge he moved his hand so he was cupping your ass and he gave it a squeeze. “Just making sure it’s all up to par for our Honey.”

“Should I keep the stockings on or lose them?” you asked standing back up and turning to face him.

“Keep.” he said quickly, “And the shoes.”

With a small nod you stepped in front of  his legs. Pressing your leg between his knees forced his legs open. You moved between them and turned around. Wrapping your hands tight around his thighs you sat in his lap and loosened your hips to the beat of the music that was still playing in the background.

“Is this okay?” You asked sweetly leaning back against his chest, back arched just enough that he had a perfect view down your open shirt.

“It would be better like this…” he said moving his arms around your front. You watched as his fingers made quick work of the few buttons you had done up and he helped you shimmy out of the shirt completely before tossing it to the ground.

“Oh.” You moaned as he moved his hands up your bare torso, his fingers slipped beneath your lace bra and brushed against your nipple. “I think I like that better too.”

Reaching behind you, you slipped your hand behind his neck. He dropped his head down and dragged his teeth over your bare shoulder like you’d done to him earlier.

“What if I did this? Do you think he’ll like this?” You asked, rolling your hips back, ass pressing hard into his lap.

With one last rough squeeze of your breasts he dropped his hands to your hips and he pulled you even deeper, until you felt his building erection rub beneath you, “Push deeper. Can you feel that?”

Your nose pressed into his neck as you gasped, “Yes.”

“Do it like that. Try again.” He demanded.

“Like this?” You asked pressing hard into his lap once more and giving your hips a swirl.

“Fuck.” He cleared his throat, “Yeah. He’ll like that.”

“I was going to try this next…” you said before sliding your body down between his thighs. Your head rested on his lap, neck elongated as you looked up at him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you to save his lost soul. Then you swirled around so that you were knelt on the ground in front of him.

Eyes wide and innocent, you looked up at him. Your innocence was his favorite lie. He looked down at you wordlessly, waiting for your next move. You placed your hands on his knees and moved them slowly up his black denim clad thighs until they met in the middle where you cupped his bulge in your palms. His dark eyes locked with yours and he wrapped his fingers around your hands. You watched his stoic face as he used your hands to massage himself. After a minute he moved his hands down around your wrists and pulled you up to your feet.

“Try this, he’ll like it.” hands gripping your hips he pulled you forward so that you had one leg on either side of his and he directed you to sit, straddling one single muscular thigh. “Do you know what I want you to do?”

You nodded.

“Then do it.”

With a lick of your lips you started to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself against his leg. Your mouth fell open as he started to flex the muscle beneath you. He sat up straight in the chair as you continued grinding down on him. His hands moved up your side and around to the back where he unhooked your bra before dragging it off your shoulders. He pulled you closer wrapping his mouth around one of your breasts.

“Fuck, Kyunnie.” you gasped as he kept himself latched onto your sensitive skin.

One of his hands gripped your hip roughly making sure you didn’t stop what you were doing. Your hands slipped over his shoulder and up into his hair. You tugged at his black locks as you continued to ride his flexing thigh. His hand moved down to your lace covered leg and he squeezed hard.

“Do you want more?” he mumbled against your breast.

“Yes,” You begged instantly, “Please.”

He moved his hand between your tense thighs and brushed his fingers against your clothed cunt. Your hips pumped harder, gaining friction from his hand gave you a renewed energy. He wasn’t quite finished with you yet, moving his abused fingers one step further and slipping them into your panties and then inside of you. Your mouth fell open in a gasp and he captured your bottom lip between his teeth and then let it go.

“Make yourself cum.” he said locking eyes with you.  

You had all the tools you needed to do what you were told. Your hips bucked wildly against his hand and his thigh. Fingers still twisted in his hair you pulled him closer and pressed your mouth to his. He let your tongue into his mouth and you groaned in delight at the feel of his tongue ring massaging you. It wasn’t hard for you to find your climax, you’d been so ready for it since the kitchen earlier. With his digits pumping inside of you, and your clit brushing against the heel of his hand,  you released a gush of orgasm out onto his thigh. Spent,  you leaned your head forward to rest against his shoulder for a moment.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” You asked quietly, thighs still trembling around his wrist.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, and lifted them to your lips so you could take them into your mouth. “Do I think he’ll like having you nearly naked, humping his thigh, fucking your self on his fingers like a filthy whore?”

“Yes.” You moaned out your reply.

He  looked away from you, as if it was suddenly excruciating to be near you. “If he doesn’t there’s something wrong with him, not you.”

“What do you think he’ll do with me then?” You asked, moving your hands over his chest, his heart was pounding under your touch. “What would you want to do with me, Kyunnie?”

He spread his hands out over your bare back pulling you close enough to get his mouth on you. He sucked tiny splotches all over your skin before pulling back.

It wasn’t fair, he thought. All he had in this world was Jooheon and suddenly Jooheon had you and he was alone. He wished the roles were reversed. He wished you were his. It was agonizing for him to know that you weren’t and never would be. That he was going to be alone forever and have to watch the two of you smother one another with disgusting love in the meantime.

“I’d want to do exactly what I’m thinking about doing now.” muttered against your chest.

“Which is?” Jooheon’s voice came from the entrance of the room.

Changkyun looked over your shoulder at Jooheon and then back to you in a panic, “What is this?”

“Does it matter?” Jooheon asked, coming into the room. “What are you thinking about doing with her?”

With a gulp, Changkyun let himself think for a moment before answering, deciding to just be honest. “I’m thinking about fucking her full of gratitude.”

Jooheon raised an eyebrow, “Well?”

“Well what?” Changkyun asked unsure of what was going on but keeping his grip on your hips regardless.

“It’s rude to make her wait for her gift.”

“Why are you doing this?” Changkyun asked Jooheon.

He shrugged casually, “Because she asked nicely.”

Changkyun finally looked back at you, surprise clear on his face, “You asked for this?”

You nodded, “I missed you. I want you.”

“I- well…”

“Don’t you want me too? Haven’t you been thinking about me? Watching me…” you asked and chewed on your lip. “Just tell me how much you want me, Kyunnie.”

Changkyun lifted his hand to your chin and squeezed. He locked eyes with you, searching for something. “Tell me the truth.”

“I want you. And I want you to want me back.” you said honestly. “It makes me feel good.”

“You’re not a very good girl are you?”

“No. I’m selfish and I’m greedy. I want Jooheon,” you turned your head up to him as he stepped behind you and he cupped your face in his hand before dropping his mouth to yours for a sloppy wet kiss. Your hips started to grind once more on Changkyun’s thigh as Jooheon’s tongue massaged your own. When he pulled back you turned back to face Changkyun, “And I want you too.”

Leaning forward you captured his lips between yours for a kiss. He fell into the kiss for just a moment before pulling away to look up at Jooheon, “You’re okay with this? She’s bound to you.”

“I’m okay with it because she’s bound to me.” Jooheon grinned, “One day you’ll find it for yourself and you’ll understand. I hate to see you suffer in the meantime. So as long as she wants to, I’ll share.”

“What do you think, Kyunnie?” you asked sweetly, but he was sure he could hear poison somewhere buried in your voice, “Would you like that?”

He shrugged, “It wouldn’t exactly be the most fucked up thing I’ve ever done.”

“Good.” you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose before standing up.

Jooheon wrapped his arm around your waist and the both of you looked over your shoulders. With a smile you reached your hand out to Changkyun and after a moment of genuine consideration he took it. The three of you made your way upstairs to the bedroom you and Jooheon shared. It was quiet but not uncomfortable. You were starting to feel a real buzz under your skin as you stepped into the room. Changkyun watched as Jooheon pulled you into his arms. He kissed you rough and deep until you were moaning, your thigh trying to inch its way up his leg.

But he pushed you off of him, “Do whatever he says.”  

You gently kissed each of his dimpled cheeks and then his lips one more. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He said giving you one more kiss before pushing your hip gently towards Changkyun.

He looked so shy standing there waiting for you. He was looking to the side, toward the window, and he was holding his hands in front of him. It was a little strange seeing him drop his confident act. It was also obvious that as hard as he pretended not to , he had a lot of respect for Jooheon and seemed almost uncomfortable about using you.

“Kyunnie…” you stepped over to him and lifted your hand up to his neck, “Do you want this? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He let his forehead rest against yours, quiet when he whispered, “I want you.”

“Come.”

Taking his hands you brought him towards the bed where you sunk down into the mattress. Changkyun sat beside you, and he placed his hand on your knee. You watched his fingers as they slowly inched up your thigh until they were lightly pressed against the soaked crotch of your panties. He smiled. He’d done that.

“Does he give you everything you want?” Changkyun asked, leaning in to you with a soft kiss. “Or does he tease you like I would?”

“He gives me everything I want.” You whispered a little shakily as you felt him starting to take back control.

“I should have figured.” He scoffed, “No wonder you’re such a greedy brat. Are you even capable of doing anything for anyone other than yourself?”

“Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Prove it.”

Cupping his neck with your hand you pulled him in for a quick kiss before moving off the bed. With your hands on his knees you pushed his legs open and moved yourself between them. He leaned back, heavy lidded eyes boring down into you. You were absolutely vibrating with excitement. This wasn’t something you’d gotten to do with him last time. He’d done so much for you and hadn’t given you the chance to return the favor. You’d have to repay him now.

Your hands were quick to undo the button on his jeans. He lifted his hips just enough that you could drag them down his legs, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs and red satin shirt that was still falling open from when you’d unbuttoned it. His cock was already fully erect, you suspected it probably had been for a while now. Pulling the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs down you watched dick snap up, smacking against his abdomen. His head was angry and red, leaking precum like a sieve.  Your tongue ran over your lips as you took in the vision.  

A shiver moved down his spine as you ran your tongue softly around his tip. Your lips left sweet, gentle kisses down his shaft to the base and then you pressed your tongue against the vein on the underside before dragging it back to the head. He was about to make a snarky comment, demand better from you, but before he could you plunged yourself down onto his cock.

His eyes went wide in shock  but he quickly shook himself out of it. He looked up at Jooheon who was leaning against a tall dresser, watching the two of you very diligently. “...she do this a lot?”

Jooheon answered with only a smug smirk. Just given the sheer size of him it had been difficult for you in the beginning, but he’d trained you well and was proud of his girl. A little annoyed with the lack of attention you gave him a taste of teeth. A gentle drag over his cock as you pulled up. Changkyuns gaze snapped back to you at the feel. You were pleased and he could see it written all over your face.

“Try that shit again.” he muttered darkly.

Happily playing the role of the brat you did exactly that. Looking up to meet his eyes, you made it a point to bare your teeth as you dragged them once again along his sensitive shaft. It was clear by the way he trembled beneath your touch that he liked it despite the attitude he was giving you. What he didn’t like was that you seemed to still think you were in control.

“Angel thinks she’s funny?” he asked, glaring down at you and you matched his gaze, your eyes dancing with amusement.

The suck job had been leisurely so far and you hadn’t taken him all the way yet. You were almost there but you’d still been using your hand around the base. Done playing he grabbed the messy bun at the back of your head in his fist and without any warning slammed your face down on his dick. You gagged harshly around him, nearly throwing up, but you steadied yourself quickly. Jooheon had pushed himself off of the dresser at the action, ready to step in but you held up a hand to him letting him know it was okay. Changkyun did it again and again, lifting his hips to meet your face.

He sounded like a feral animal, grunting and growling while he fucked your face. The only other sound in the room was a disgustingly lewd and wet gurgling sound coming from the back of your throat. Knowing you were okay, Jooheon allowed himself to enjoy the sound in juxtaposition with the gentle taps of raindrops on the window beside him.  

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he gasped, and looked to Jooheon as if for advice.

Understanding the unasked question he shrugged, “Ask her.”

He eased off a little and looked down at you, “How do you want me?”

You let him pop out of your mouth, wiped the drool from your lips, and said, “Cum in my mouth.”

Completely mesmerized he watched as you dropped your mouth back onto him. He wasn’t fucking your mouth any more, but you went just as hard as if he had been. His mouth had fallen open but he couldn’t think of a thing to say, or a noise to make. Just little gasps of air escaped him. You knew he was close when his thighs clenched beneath your palms. Then his whole body stalled, save for a gentle pulsing of his hips as he unloaded down your throat and filled your mouth. You choked a little at the start but took him well in the end.

Honestly, a little spent, he leaned back on the mattress and looked down at you as you eased back onto your heels and swallowed. You were sure you looked like a mess. You thought to yourself, offhand, that you were glad that you hadn’t done your makeup. Just a little waterproof mascara and a bold red lipstick that was now staining rings around Changkyuns softened dick. Reaching your hand up, you went to wipe the tears from your cheeks but Changkyun bolted upright.

“Wait.” he said urgently, grabbing your wrists.

Frozen in place you waited to see what he wanted next. Loosening his grip on your wrists he dropped your hands into your lap. You watched him as his eyes moved over the mess that he’d made. Strands of hair had been tugged out of an already sloppy bun, making it look like you’d just stood in the center of a tornado. Tears streaked your cheeks, a few stragglers still clung to your lashes. Your mouth was red and your lips swollen. Still Changkyun looked at you like you were the Mona Lisa. His hands cupped your cheeks, brushing away the tears with his thumbs, and he leaned in to kiss you softly. Softer than he’d kissed you any of the other times his lips had met yours.  

He kissed you for a long minute, until his tongue had tasted every inch of your mouth and he pulled back with a sigh, “You’re really beautiful.”

You flushed at the intimate way he said the words. “Thanks…”

Jooheon was biting his bottom lip quite nervously. Changkyun cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the hardened character he often portrayed. “Go get Jooheon. But…don’t speak to him.”

Standing up you groaned at the ache in your knees, but shuffled over to Jooheon regardless. There were suddenly so many things you wanted to say to him, there were questions you’d wanted to ask. Mostly, was he still okay. He gave you a simple, small smile. And you took his hand, walking him back to the bed.

“Good.” Changkyun had been standing up, his pants pulled back up and hanging loose on his hips. He moved his hand to gesture towards the edge of the bed and looked to Jooheon, “Sit. Please.”

“What’s next?” you asked quietly.

“I want you to bend over. Hands on his thighs.” Changkyun commanded.

Already absolutely soaked, the sight of Jooheon sitting on the bed propped up with his hands just slightly behind him could have been enough to get you all the way off. As you thought about it, you were pretty sure you’d pictured him just like that before to jerk off. You couldn’t help it where he was concerned. Certain there was no sexier creature than him. His chest was rising and falling steady as he locked eyes with you, black eyes. Evil eyes that reached through your body and twisted your insides. The act of his eyes meeting yours alone made you moan out and you quickly bit your lip as he smirked like the cocky demon that he had turned out to be.

Still biting your lip, you did as you were told and bent at the waist in front of him. Your fingers wrapped around his thick, meaty thighs and you squeezed. All you could think about was getting on your knees and pulling him into your mouth the way he liked, the way you had just done with Changkyun. With a lick of your lips, you leaned forward for a kiss. His plump, pink lips were too close not to.

Before you could get your lips to his, Changkyun fisted your hair in his hand and pulled your head back so roughly you cried out in genuine pain.

“Don’t kiss him.” He hissed against your neck, ignoring your pained wince. “Don’t speak to him. As far as you're concerned he’s not even there.”

One hand still clutching your hair, the other grabbed your hip. His fingers dug deep into the skin, and pulled you back just enough that you could feel his rock hard dick pressed against your ass.

“Say you understand.” He growled. “This is my turn.”

“It’s just you and me, Kyun.” Eyes still locked on Jooheon, you whimpered as he rolled his hips into you from behind, “It’s just you, baby.”

His lips pressed against the skin of your shoulder with a satisfied hum, “Good. Good girl.”

Much more gently, kindly, he loosened his grip from your hair. His palm moved to the side until it was pressed against your cheek. Turning your face to his, he latched onto your mouth with his lips in an aggressive kiss. His tongue shoving into your mouth with no request, only staking its claim on you. You moaned, loud and deep, against the kiss as he explored.

“Very good.” He said as he pulled back, licking his lips as you gasped out a few breaths. He turned your head back to Jooheon, “Now, only think of me.”

It was then he used his foot to spread your legs until he was happy with your openness. For a moment you stood there, unsure of what he was doing, only feeling his hands palming your ass roughly. Then, just before you were ready to turn your head and complain with impatience, you felt his tongue brush a thick wet stripe along your cunt.

“F-Fuck.” You gasped at the feel as he did it again.

He’d knelt behind you, wanting to devour you. You were more than ready enough to take him, wet and waiting. He didn’t have to go down on you, but preparing you wasn’t the point. He’d missed the taste of you. He missed the soft, warm feel of your pussy surrounding his tongue. He wanted to prove to you and to him he could make you cum again, just like he had the first time.

“Yes...Oh, fuck.” You moaned, you rolled back against his mouth. “It feels so good, baby. You know just what I want, Kyunnie.”

Something about Jooheon being face to face with you as the coils tightened in your gut from another man’s ministrations made the whole thing infinitely hotter. Your skin was burning, moist with sweat already and you hadn’t even been fucked yet. His jaw clenched with every moan, groan, whimper, and whisper that oozed from your mouth.

“Yeah, yes. Yes yes yes. I’m gonna cum.” You whispered sweetly after a few minutes of his tongue dipping inside of you, then pulling out and brushing against your clit. Your nails were digging into the flesh on Jooheon’s thighs so deep that if it weren’t for the protection of his jeans, beads of blood would have gathered on the skin.

“Who…” Changkyun broke away from you for just long enough to ask, “who’s making you cum? Who are you cumming for?”

Keeping your eyes locked on Jooheon you grinned, something sinister making its way through you. “You, Changkyun, I’m cumming for you. Only you.”

A low growl emitted from deep in Jooheon’s chest and you watched his tongue run roughly against the inside of his bottom lip with rage. Finally, you thought, a little jealousy on his part. There was a spark of a flame in your eyes as you leaned forward, not touching him or kissing him, just your lips hovering over his ear as you gasped and moaned. Your hot breath cascading over his skin.

With your ear at his mouth as well he muttered an angered, “You’ll regret this.”

You didn’t care for his threat, too busy circling your orgasm as Changkyun circled your clit with his tongue. Willing to risk getting caught breaking the rules you dragged your bottom lip against Jooheon’s cheek. You were so close, hanging on by a thin strand of hair… and he pulled away. You felt you should have known better than to expect to come easy with him.

“Asshole.” muttered under your breath, but he heard you anyway.

“You’re the one that missed me, angel.” He grinned, rubbing his still hard cock between your thighs. Your slick sex coating him with ease.

You snapped your head to look over your shoulder at him with a glare. Frustrated at his denial you spat out, “If you didn’t miss me, you don’t get to fuck me.”

“Shut up, you little brat.” He sneered and landed a hard smack against your bare ass. “I’ve already admitted I did. Don’t be so sensitive.”

“I thought that’s how you liked me.” You grinned. With a chuckle he slapped you again making you jolt.

“Look ahead.” He commanded, “And remind me...who’s here?”

Your tongue brushed over your lip as you locked eyes with Jooheon once more. “Me and you, Kyunnie. Just me and you.”

“Good.” he muttered before easing inside of you with a wet squelch, and a hiss through his teeth.

Hands gripping your hips roughly he drilled into you, using you like a battering ram into Jooheon’s chest.

“Fuck.” Your mouth dropping open in pleasure, “Oh, your cock… fuck me.”

After several minutes he slowed his pace, hands running up your back lightly. Your body trembled beneath him. The gentle touch of his fingers leaving prickles all over your skin. He moved his hands back down in the same manner until he was holding your hips again.

“Just between the two of us,” he said quietly, “Do you love my cock inside of you?”

“Yes,” you whined as he pushed himself so deep he disappeared inside of you completely. “I love it so much.”

“Do you think Jooheon would love to see it?” He asked, “Do you think he’d like to see me stuffed balls deep in your wet little cunt?”

Looking at Jooheon you watched him snarl at the question. “No.”

“Do you think he likes to watch you cum?”

“Yes,” you groaned.

“But you don’t think he’d like to watch you cum for me?” You shook your head, and he laughed. “Good.”

As if it was a challenge he picked up his pace. Jooheon’s shoulder dug into your chest with every thrust as he kept his hands to himself and you kept yours wrapped around his thighs. Your cheek rubbed gently against the side of his head and his soft hair. It was, in a way, comforting.

“Do you love him?” Changkyun asked quietly. “Do you love Jooheon?”

With a gulp you leaned back and looked at Jooheon. His eyes were different now, normal. They were softer, big and brown and eager as he looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Why do you hesitate?” Changkyun asked, stilling for a moment inside of you. “Answer me.”

“We haven’t said it yet.” You mumbled, “We haven’t said it to each other.”

The slower pace he took was more agonizing than the faster one. Each thrust inside of you meant the head of his cock rubbing against your gspot. You couldn’t believe this was the conversation you were having when you were seconds from gushing around him.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.” You lifted one of your hands to cup Jooheon’s neck.

“If he was here what would you say?” Changkyun asked, “Say it like you’d say it to him.”

Your eyes were glistening as you looked at his ethereal face and whispered, “I love you.. I love you. I love you.”

A confession for every thrust Changkyun made. Jooheon pressed his forehead to yours, lifting a hand to cup around your neck as well.

Changkyun laughed at the act of pure intimacy. “At least help her cum, you don’t have to be such a monster.”

Jooheon’s eyes flickered to Changkyun and then he moved his free hand between the two of you. The pad of his thumb rubbed heavy circles against your clit. You cried out in an overstimulated agony, vibrating and pulsing around Changkyun until he was cumming too. He held your hips for a moment to catch his breath.

As Changkyun gently eased himself out of you and stepped away, Jooheon brushed his thumb over your lips and you pressed a kiss to it.

He smiled, his cheek dimpling deeply, “I love you.”

Looking over your shoulder you watched as Changkyun grabbed his clothes off the floor. “Where are you going?”

“Leaving, so you two can do whatever weak shit couples do.”

“Stay.” You grinned and held out your hand to him, “I’m not done with you just yet.”

He scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

“Oh, come on.” You’d turned and sat down on Jooheon’s lap. Grinning over at him you said, “I know you fuck a lot of women, but we both know I’m your favorite.”

Jooheon was peeking over your shoulder at Changkyun, his thumbs playing with the straps of your garterbelt. He watched the younger man as he shuffled his feet uncomfortably, quietly, against the floor. He stared at the shirt in his hands, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“No...he doesn’t.” Jooheon said with a genuine surprise.

Both you and Changkyun looked at him. You looked at him curiously, where Changkyun was more flabbergasted.

“Doesn’t what?” you asked, “Know that I’m his favorite?”

“Doesn’t fuck a lot of women.” Jooheon sounded confident in the accusation, “I don’t actually think he’s fucked anyone since you.”

You choked out a genuine laugh, “Honey… he’s with a new skank every night. We often hear his conquests through the walls.”

Jooheon looked only at Changkyun. “They might fuck around, handjobs and kissing...but he doesn’t fuck them. Do you?”

Looking between the two of them you felt stunned, and then you realized that Changkyun wasn’t denying any of it. He just stood there, eyes on the ground, jaw clenched.

“Kyun?”

He shook himself out of it and looked up at you. “What? What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing.” you said quietly. “Come here…”

“No, see this is why this was a bad idea. This is why I shouldn’t have done it.” he shook his head, angry with himself. “I don’t need you to look at me all sad like that. I didn’t need some pity fuck.”

You stood up then and crossed the floor to where he stood. Grabbing his hand you lifted it so he was cupping your cheek. “You know I can’t lie with your hands on me. Right?”

He nodded, a gulp moving down his throat.

“No one here is pity fucking anyone. I told you that I wanted you and I meant it. Now you’re going to come with me back to the bed so that both of you can use me until each of us is satisfied.” you looked at him sternly. “Have I made myself clear?”

He nodded once more and you led him back to the bed and Jooheon. With a bit of renewed pep you bounced onto the mattress and crawled up to the head of the bed. Jooheon looked over at you with a strange sense of adoration, proud of the way you took control and grateful for how good you were while simultaneously being quite deviant.

“If you ask me both of you are far too dressed.” you tutted looking at the pair, “Feel free to get naked and join me at any time, my sexy little demons.”

With his shirt in his hands and pants already falling off his hips, Changkyun climbed up next to you first. You cupped his face with both hands and started to kiss him. His tongue slipped into your mouth and massaged your own, his hand gently placed on your hip. There was a dip in the mattress on your other side and you felt Jooheon’s soft fingers start to drag up your inner thigh. You turned then and grabbed his plump cheeks in your palms and kissed him too.

While you moaned into Jooheon’s mouth, his fingers rubbing circles over your wrecked lace panties, Changkyun dipped his head down, sucking your tit into his mouth. His hand lifted to the other one, and his fingers began to work your nipple until it was pert. You sighed happily as you sunk down into the plush pillows.

“Yes…” you let out a soft chuckle, “This is nice. This is what I wanted.”

Jooheon laughed against your neck before sucking the skin back between his lips. He also slipped two long agile fingers inside of your dripping cunt. He raised a surprised eyebrow, not expecting how tightly you squeezed around him. Changkyun kept his mouth and hands focused on your breasts. You felt absolutely euphoric with one arm around Jooheons’ shoulder and your free hand massaging Changkyuns head. With the extra stimulation it took just a few minutes before you were a gushing mess of orgasm.

You watched as Jooheon pulled away, moving down between your legs. Taking the cue, Changkyun moved up from your chest. He sucked your aching, swollen bottom lip between his in a kiss. His hand slipped over your chest, until it was resting gently against your throat. Jooheon tore the lacy panties you were wearing from your body roughly. Leaving you in just the garter belt and stockings. Gripping your legs he tugged you down the mattress until your legs were on either side of his hips and your back was flat on the mattress. Changkyun stayed where he had been which meant he was hovering over your face now, and his hand was pressed a little harder against your throat because you’d been dragged into it.

You let out something between a moan and a gasp as Jooheon sunk into your, at this point, well used pussy. He had such a girth that even though you were soaked and had already been fucked, there was a satisfying stretch to having him inside of you. You reached your hand down around Changkyun to give him a nice tug. The bed groaned with each and every thrust from Jooheon. He wasn’t always this rough on you, but you knew you had to be punished at least a little for purposely getting him jealous. He pistoned into you fast and hard.

You’d have cried out or screamed for him but Changkyun had slowly been tightening his grip on your throat until you couldn’t so much as breathe. Your mouth had fallen open and he dipped his tongue into your mouth playfully, just barely tasting you, licking your tongue. He did it a few more times until your tongue reached desperately out for his. He grinned down at you, watching your face carefully to make sure you were okay.

“Fuck, baby.” Jooheon groaned, his hands gripped on your thighs so tight it felt like he was rubbing a burn into them. “I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Aw,” Changkyun cooed mischievously. “You’re gonna like that aren’t you? Your cunt feels so good, I bet he blasts all the way into your throat. Such a good slut.”

You could barely even whimper a response, your knees squeezing around Jooheons’ hips.

Jooheon dropped his hand down and circled your overstimulated clit with his thumb. “Whose pussy is this?”

You would have screamed, you wanted to cry out from the pain and pleasure of it all. Instead your toes curled and tears streaked your cheeks.

“I asked you a question,” he said firmly. You knew he knew why you didn’t respond but he asked again, “Who does this pussy belong to? Say it!”

With an evil smirk Changkyun released your throat and you gasped for air, your next orgasm hit you almost as soon as the fresh air hit your lungs.

“It’s your pussy!” you screamed, “Fuck! It’s yours, Jooheon! I’m yours! My pussy is yours! It’s yours! It’s yours...it’s yours. It’s…”

He’d already stilled inside of you with his orgasm and come down from it, while your body continued to jerk beneath him. You imagined this was your life now. Uncontrollable orgasmic tremors. Changkyun left sweet soft kisses along the red marks along your neck as you came down. Jooheon rubbed his hands over your thighs to ease the muscles. Once your breathing calmed down he grinned down at you.

“You okay?”

You nodded, “Am I dead? Did I die?”

Changkyun chuckled next to your ear and Jooheon laughed outright.

“No, baby, you’re not dead.”

“Are you satisfied now?” Changkyun asked, brushing the hair from your face. You shook your head.

“One more.” The younger demon's eyebrows shot up to his hairline at your words and you looked up at Jooheon, “You know what I want. Then we can be done.”

With a nod of agreement Jooheon slid down onto his stomach, his face between your legs. You only struggled slightly as you lifted yourself to your elbows.

“What are you doing?” Changkyun asked.

You smiled over at him, “Just kneel up here for me.”  

“Y/n…” he said cautiously, “You’re spent, angel.”

“I can handle it.” you argued, “Now please let me suck your dick so it’s ready to go once Honey is done.”

Curious, he moved his way down your body to see what it was exactly that Jooheon was doing.  Jooheon looked over and smirked at the surprise on his face.

“Same time?” Changkyun murmured, his face lighting up as Jooheon nodded, “That little devil.”

“Kyunnie!” you whined loudly and he moved up the bed like you’d asked him to.

He cupped the back of your head with one hand as you directed his half hard cock into your mouth for a nice leisurely blow job. You laughed around his dick as he fixed your hair into a proper ponytail, and moaned when Jooheon had you near ready. After a few minutes he popped up onto his knees.

“We’re ready.”

You released Changkyun from your lips with a loud pop and pulled yourself up onto your knees. You directed Jooheon onto his back and straddled his lap.

“My pussy.” he reminded you softly.

Leaning down you pressed a soft kiss against both of Jooheon’s dimples and then brushed his ear with your lips, “All yours.”

With a deep groan you sunk down onto him, it was a little tense but you knew you could do it, that you wanted it.  Looking over your shoulder you eyed Changkyun who was stroking his fully erect cock.

“I don’t have to tell you what to do, do I?”

“No.” He laughed, “I’m well versed in threesomes, angel.”

He moved behind you then and took a second to spread your cheeks open, appreciating the ass eating Jooheon had done diligently to make sure you were nice and ready for him. Mouth watering at the sight in front of him he let a stream of spit fall from his lips onto his cock. Rubbing it over his tip with his palm he pressed his dick slowly against your asshole. Jooheon was whispering against your ear, urging you to relax for him. Once you had it was easier for him to push inside of you until you were filled to the brim with dick.

“Oh, sweet devil in hell.” you muttered breathlessly.

Now that it was happening you weren’t sure how much you’d actually be able to handle. Neither of them was even moving yet and you were already on the brink. Changkyun moved his hands slowly up your back, leaning into you. His lips pressed softly against the back of your shoulder on one side, while Jooheon kissed the front of your shoulder on the other. Skin blooming all over with beads of sweat and nerves tingling with overstimulation, you couldn’t imagine it got any better than this.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Changkyun started, he eased out slowly and pushed back in with just as much care until you had become accustomed to the feel. It happened faster than either of you expected, but once it did you encouraged Jooheon to move as well. After a few minutes had passed you were begging them both to go deeper, to fuck you faster. Your arms were trembling as you held yourself up over Jooheon. Fingers clutched the blankets on both sides of his head into fistfulls.

Changkyun had his hands on your hips again, pulling you back into his lap. Jooheon had his hands on the backs of your thighs pulling you up onto his dick. You weren’t sure if either of them understood human anatomy because it felt like you were being tugged in two different directions. It didn’t matter enough for you to say anything however, your orgasm was coming hard and fast and you didn’t have the energy for words. It was just illicit moaning and trying to keep breathing. Jooheon and Changkyun came back to back. Being filled to the point of gushing made you feel filthy and sexy.  

Changkyun removed himself first, and helped gently lift you from Jooheon. You collapsed back onto the pillows, aching for sleep. Jooheon climbed up beside you and rested his head against your shoulder.

“Should I run you a bath, love?” he asked kindly.

You shook your head, “I just want to sleep for a bit.”

Changkyun lifted his palm to your cheek and gave you a soft kiss against your lips. “Thank you, angel.”

You grabbed his wrist before he could pull himself away from you, “Stay.”

“No, it’s okay, you guys-”

“Kyunnie…” you sighed, exhausted. “Lay down. You worked hard.”

He crashed down next to you with a groan and laid his head on the shoulder opposite Jooheon. The latter was already breathing softly with sleep. You held his head gently in your arm, and turning your face towards him you pressed a kiss against his sweaty forehead. The clouds outside were pitch black and you listened to the rain as it beat against the windows harder than before. Eyes closed, a smile spread across your face and you whispered to a nearly sleeping Changkyun.

“Told you it was a beautiful day.”

-

Minhyuk pulled up to The Eighth Circle and put the car in park. In the backseat Jooheon, fingers wrapped around your hand, pulled it to his lips. You blushed lightly as he left a kiss against your knuckles.

“Ohhh-Kay.” Changkyun sighed from the front seat, popping his door open, “I’ll see you two inside.”

Things had been infinitely better between the three of you but witnessing the amount of affection the two of you often shared still wasn’t Changkyun’s cup of tea. Even if he got to fuck you sometimes, you loved Jooheon and all three of you knew that. He was okay with it now. Oftentimes he found  himself genuinely happy for the both of you. It was just hard when he realized, after the two of you had been sleeping together for while, that what he really wanted was deeper than sex. He wanted what you two shared. He wanted to be bonded.

The three of you had been running late but the club didn’t open for another half hour. Still it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that there was already a line at the door. Girls hovered in a swarm around the front as Changkyun tried to get inside. They called out his name, tried to get him to remember them, each and every one of them vying for attention. It was well known at that point that Jooheon was off limits, which meant that there was only one Malebranche Brother left and everyone wanted him. Jooheon and you had thought he might like it, but Changkyun’d started to loathe the attention when he knew that none of them were The One.  

He ducked inside the door, narrowly missing a pair of used panties that had been thrown at his head. Club employees greeted him kindly as they moved around getting things ready for open. Changkyun stopped at the bar first. He made himself an old-fashioned and popped a few cherries into his mouth before making his rounds. He visited each room and meandered around. He did quick check-ins with all of the employees, spoke to security to make sure everything looked good, went backstage to make sure the performers were happy and had everything they needed before curtains. Certain that everything was running smoothly he made his way back to the foyer as doors opened. He watched for just a minute before starting his way up stairs.

The room filled quickly as people started to filter into the different rooms. He’d gotten halfway up the staircase when his legs froze in place. His hand clutched the banister and his eyes closed. He tried taking a deep breath but his chest was tight. There was a twisting in the pit of his stomach and he wasn’t sure how to ease it. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before. He figured it was something he ate. With a gulp he turned his head to look over his shoulder back down at the crowded room below. He tried to find you or Jooheon, hoping one of you could help.  

The twisting started to feel like a tug. It felt as if a rope had been tied tightly around him and was attempting to pull him backwards, back down the stairs. It was an energy he’d never experienced before. A magnet tearing through him. It clicked in his mind then, he’d heard about a sensation just like it once. It was the way Jooheon described the first time he’d seen you. A need so heavy it had made him sick.

With a nervous gulp he turned around completely, his eyes passed over the crowd until they reached a young woman who was just making her way inside. A group of friends surrounded her as she looked around the room in awe, it was clear it was her first time there. She’d been smiling and laughing with her friends while they moved towards the bar. He watched her for a moment as her demeanor changed.

Her smile faded into something a little confused, almost scared. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and she squirmed slightly in the tight fabric of her dress. Then her eyes turned to pass over the crowd, like she was searching for someone. Her face turned toward the staircase and their eyes met. Changkyun’s lip curled into a smirk as she looked up at him with big wanton eyes. Finding her smile once more she raised an eyebrow. With a single finger he urged her over and she began to make her way through the crowd towards him. As he moved back down the stairs to meet her he let out a sigh of relief as all of his feelings for you eased away. He’d found what he was looking for.

It was her.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Almost | John B Routledge

Warnings? None? idk i don’t think it’s good lmao

Requested? kinda 

Summary: You and John B have been best friends since you were kids and that there was almost more until you hear he’s sneaking around with Sarah Cameron 

Word Count: 1,707

“How much longer do we have to be here?” you whine to Kie and Pope. The pair smile at you knowing your pain and shrug. 

“Couple more hours?” Pope says and you groan dramatically and lean on Kie. 

The three of you were stuck at Midsummers, Kie’s parents making her go per usual, Pope working with his dad, and you, new to the tradition as you were also new to this side of the island. You grew up a pogue, living on the rougher side with your mom as she went through hell and back and dragged you with her. 

In the last year or so though, she married rich and moved both of you up to the cut. While it was nice to not have to fight every second to make enough to eat or afford the house, you hated all of the events and even your mom’s new husband. He was clean-cut and followed every tiny rule which annoyed you to no end. 

He had been living on the cut for his entire life and would inherit money from his parents and build more of his empire to continue to live well. He loved the lifestyle and wished you did too even if you weren’t his blood relative so that’s how you ended up here. At midsummer’s in a horrific prom dress and your hair in a half-up, half-down style with flowers. 

You had sat with the two other pogues, ripping Rose Cameron to shred’s and laughing together as you sat in solidarity of not wanting to be there. It would have been a good night if your parents would stop staring daggers at you for sitting with your friends instead of socializing. 

Just as you’re making a scan of the room to avoid your parent’s eyes, you’re caught on a familiar head of blonde hair that bounces around the party. 

“Is that?” You ask and gesture to no doubt JJ wandering around and before you know it, you’re watching Pope grab him and hug him tight. 

You watch the encounter from afar until JJ spots you and his face lights up. You and JJ had been best friends since kids. Both coming from rough spots you found solace hanging out with each other. When he sees you, he comes running over and you take in the slice on his lip and sharp bruise around his eye. 

“J-” You breathe out and you instinctively reach a hand up to touch his cut lip.

“It’s fine,” he insists. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” 

“No, you’re not,” he says pulling your hand down from his face and holding it in his. 

“Is John B here?” you ask unable to hold back the question. Usually, if JJ was around, your secret love wasn’t far behind. JJ has known about your massive crush on John B for years now and he offers a half-smile at the question. 

“Uh yeah, he’s meeting up with Sarah Cameron soon.” 

It doesn’t take much to have you deflated in seconds by the name Sarah Cameron leaving JJ’s lips. You knew John B has liked her since he took the job working for her dad but you didn’t want to believe there was more to it. You always thought that someday, someway, it was gonna be the two of you together. 

You had a crush on John B Routledge for as long as you had known him. When JJ had introduced you guys when you were younger you were smitten. You two had become as close as you and JJ and he was there when your stepdad came and changed everything and you wished for your mom to treat you like she used to. You were there when his dad disappeared and he didn’t want to leave his room for days. 

You had gotten closer as the search for the gold increased and one night you thought the two of you were close to admitting feelings. 

“What if we don’t find the gold?” he asked as you sat in your room. John B was laying on your bed, head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his brown curls. 

“We’re gonna find it. We’re so close darling. Even if we don’t we still have each other.” 

At this, he sits up and props himself up on an elbow. He leans towards you and lifts a hand to push a piece of your hair back. 

“Promise me nothing changes when we get the gold,” he whispers and you nod immediately. 

“Promise.” 

He leans in slowly until you’re an inch apart and practically breathing each other’s air. The anticipation eats at every inch of your skin and when you think your lips are gonna meet, a knock sounds at your bedroom door making the two of you pull away. 

“I thought-“ you say and then realize that the idea is silly. That whole it could have been, there was nothing final with John B. 

“I know baby,” JJ says squeezing your hand. “They’re meeting at the bag drop soon if you wanna see him. Or you can come with me after I drop the note off and we can blow this party,” he offers and you smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“You look beautiful tonight,” he compliments and your smile only widens. “I’ll see you later okay?” 

Before you can respond, he’s headed out on some secret mission and you’re left to confront Pope about what happened between JJ and his dad and everything you seemed to miss. Instead of focusing on the hurt of John B and Sarah Cameron meeting secretly. 

It’s not long before you see JJ reappear but this time he’s escorted by a guard. You hide a giggle behind your hand as he downs someone’s drink and begins making his way towards the exit. 

“Hey! Mandatory power hour at Rixon’s.” JJ yells as he makes his way out dramatically, pointing at Kie as he does so. 

You're by his side in seconds and JJ wraps an arm around your shoulder as he continues to point at Kie who escapes her parents' grip to join the two of you. Pope isn’t far behind as JJ greets John B. 

“Colonel,” JJ salutes John B jokingly and you hide a giggle as they exchange greetings. 

John B casts a glance to you and pauses to take in your done up appearance before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down the lawn with him. 

The five of you end up at Rixon’s cove, a fire roaring and you can’t help but feel grateful for the four best friends you had. However, your heart pangs sharply as you look across at John B through the flames and remember his rendezvous with Sarah Cameron. 

As he talks about the gold and how it didn’t go down with the merchant you can’t help but think about what would have happened if you kissed him that night. If you had told him your feelings before. If anything else had happened. 

“Sarah Cameron is coming tonight,” John B mentions and your head snaps up at the name. 

“Hold on,” Kie stops him and while you know it’s not about you it’s still satisfying to know someone’s technically on your side about her. 

“Sarah got me into the archives at chapel hill,” and the one sentence is enough to break your heart and have you tuning out the rest of the conversation. 

As Kie and John B fight your left to sit with your shattered heart. How could you even think that John B ever liked you? How could you be so naive? 

“Do I look like the type of person to fall for Sarah Cameron?” 

“Yes,” you mutter out finally, and the four pogues look at you curiously. 

Instead of saying anything you storm off, leaving your four best friends and your shattered heart at Rixon’s cove. As you walk, silent tears make their way down your makeup covered cheeks and you wipe at them angrily. You shouldn’t be upset. John B could mess around with anyone he wanted. 

“(y/n)!” You continue walking, ignoring the insistent calls from John B until he’s grabbing your wrist and making you stop. 

“Please talk to me,” he whispers. You hadn’t done much talking since that day in your room. When you thought this was more. And now all you felt was betrayal in your heart and your tongue. You were done talking. 

“No,” you say and pull from his grip to continue home. 

“(y/n) please! The Sarah thing isn’t what you think,” 

“Oh that’s rich,” you spit out turning towards him. “You’ve liked Sarah Cameron since the day you met her. Don’t act like you haven’t just kept me around because you liked the attention.” 

“I liked Sarah Cameron for the money and the information,” he admits. This hurts worse for some reason and your back to walking away from him. 

“But I never loved her!” he yells. “I never loved her like I love you.” 

“Shut up,” you scoff, not believing him. 

“I love you. I wish it was you with me at the chapel yesterday.” He says taking steps towards you as he speaks. 

“I wish it was you I was meeting at Midsummers tonight,” and by now he’s inches away and reaching for your hands. 

“I wish I had kissed you that night in your bedroom.” He whispers this and leans close to your ear as your breath hitches. 

“What’s stopping you now?” 

His hand comes up to meet your cheek and pull you into a passionate kiss, one you’ve been waiting for since practically the day you met John B Routledge. Your hands find the back of his t-shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as he carefully sears the imprint of his hands on your cheeks and his lips on yours. You never wanted this bliss to end. 

As you pull apart John B presses his forehead against yours and pecks your lips one more time. Your hands have moved from his shirt to his hair and you thread your fingers through the curly brown strands. 

“I love you,” he whispers, pecking your lips again like he wants to prove it. 

“I love you too.” 

[hyunjin-bun]

The  Good Mistake {Bokuto x Akaashi and Kuroo x Kenma}

synopsis: Where Akaashi and Bokuto have to come to terms with how they feel and Kuroo and Kenma have to discover their feelings.

pairings: Bokuto x Akaashi and Kuroo x Kenma

genre: FLUFF! (or at least trying to be) crack (but like it wasn’t supposed to be that’s just what happened) mutual pining some light angst here and there.

warnings: Swearing if there are anymore you think i should add just dm me.

note: oh my god guys. Idk what to tell you just that this chapter is MASSIVE. Its over 4k words😲 and not my intention but i just couldn't find it in my heart to split this one up. Uhm so its the second last chapter and I’m honestly really proud of this one so hopefully ya’ll like it👀

If you’d like to be tagged just send me an ask (or a message if you feel to awkward with asks cos same👀💛) Enjoy!💕

I Missed You

Kuroo woke up with a start as his alarm on his phone blared. It was Monday and time to get ready for work. Turning around to switch his alarm off he remembered Kenma breaking down in his arms last night. And looked back to his other side and saw Kenma right where he’d left him. His eyes, although closed, were still puffy around the edges.  Otherwise, he seemed peaceful.

It made Kuroo’s heartbreak because he knew how important last night was for both of them but he wouldn’t be able to spend the day with Kenma. He didn’t want to wake him up but also didn’t want to leave without a word. He carefully untangled himself and walked towards Kenma’s pc, which was still on. He opened a new document and typed out a note knowing Kenma would go to his computer first.

I don’t know when you’ll wake up but I will most likely be at work when you do, and I felt that leaving without saying anything would be wrong. But Kozume, I will try to get home as soon as possible this evening because I really feel that I need to talk to you. So be ready at about six and we can go out tonight like we used to. See you then.

,Tetsurou  <3

After finishing the note, he got up, grabbed his phone, and closed the room as quietly as possible.

Only to walk straight into Bokuto. “Jesus Bo,” he whispered harshly while reeling back slightly. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes rubbing the sleep off his face. “Wow, I’m sorry I have to go to practice early. Where you with Kenma the whole night, what happened?” Bokuto said with a questioning look.

He wouldn’t have been so curious if Kuroo hadn’t confided in him all the emotions he had been feeling for Kenma that one night the both of them got unnecessarily drunk and the other two boys had gone to bed early. “No no nothing happened we just haven’t spent a lot of time with each other recently so we watched some movies and caught up that’s all,” he said as he walked passed Bokuto to go get ready in his room.

Bokuto caught put his hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving further, “Look Kuroo, I have a feeling that you should say something to Kenma. I’m sure you’re scared of what it would entail between the two of you but you gotta take that leap bro.” Kuroo looked back at him and nodded slowly, “Thanks Bo, I’m thinking about it.” He started walking away as he remembered what he would be doing that evening. “Oh and I’ll be taking Kenma out tonight after work so we probably won't be home until quite late.”

Bokuto smiled at that, “That’s great dude! Okay well, I’m taking Keiji out for dinner tonight so we’ll probably be leaving the house after you fetch Kenma.” Kuroo nodded thanks and went to take a quick shower. He then grabbed his bag as well as all the documents he needed and left for work hoping that his day wouldn’t be too long.

<----->

The sun was fully up and shining intensely through his window when Kenma woke up. The air around him felt empty as he noticed the absence of Kuroo. He sat up as he remembered it was Monday so he probably woke up early to leave for work. He flopped back down onto his bed breathing in the scent of Kuroo mixing with his. It was intoxicating and sweet and he instantly missed the warmth that was next to him not so long ago.

His eyes felt heavy and he had a slight headache.  It had been an exhausting evening the night before trying to keep himself from doing anything stupid with Kuroo but he broke in the end and nearly fucked it up. After touching Kuroo’s face causing him to wake up, he panicked and just broke down, but even then, as he was falling apart, Kuroo held him and it felt like all the pieces of the puzzle that made up Kenma were glued together. He felt safe in Kuroo’s arms. Safer than he’d ever felt.

Deciding that maybe taking a shower would help with the slight headache and the puffiness of his face he got up slowly. He looked toward his pc and noticed a document open. He didn’t remember opening one the night before so he went towards it and noticed a short paragraph, it was from Kuroo.

He read the note over and over again and kept freezing at the heart Kuroo put after his name. He wanted Kenma to be ready at six so they could go out and talk. What could Kuroo possible want to talk about tonight?

Kenma started to get worried and figured Kuroo had realised what the problem was and was just trying to find a way to let him down easily. The time was 12 pm so he had a few more hours to psyche himself up for what was going to happen. 

<----->

The day moved agonizingly slow for Kuroo, but finally, after he finished some filing his boss said it was okay for him to go at ten to six. Kuroo groaned in frustration as he got into his car. It took 15 minutes to get back to their apartment, that’s if he was lucky and there was no traffic. As he got onto the highway he switched his radio on to have some music in the background to calm his nerves at least a little. He thanked his lucky stars as he saw there was no traffic.

He looked at his watch and noticed he was five minutes late already so opting to not make Kenma wait any longer than he had to he decided against going inside to change. He loosened his tie and threw it into the back of his car and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt which helped cool him down while his heart raced a mile a minute.

He pulled up in front of their apartment building but there was no sign of Kenma. He hadn’t messaged him or gotten confirmation if he even wanted to go or not so he decided to send him a message.

Kuroo: Hey, I’m waiting outside. Do you wanna go out tonight? It's okay if you don’t

His palms started sweating as he expected Kenma to say no. He sighed with relief as a notification popped up.

Kenma: I do, I’m coming.

His response was short and simple but it made Kuroo’s stomach burst with butterflies. He smiled and couldn’t stop. He put his phone into the console and got out to stretch his legs for a couple of seconds and take off his blazer.

He heard the buzzer of the door to the building and looked up to see Kenma stumbling down the steps towards the car.

Kenma looked up at him looking almost defensive. Kuroo smiled at him hoping to ease him up a bit, “You ready to go Kenma?” Kenma looked at him almost annoyed, “I’ve been waiting since six so I guess so.” He said as he opened the car door and Kuroo laughed at the playful rudeness.

Kenma hopped into the passenger seat and Kuroo got into the drivers. “Okay so, what do you wanna do first?” he said as he buckled his seat belt.

“I thought you had something already planned,” Kenma looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, I don’t I kinda just wanted to do things you want to I guess,” Kuroo said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Kenma sighed as he put his legs up on the dash, “Okay well, I’m kind of hungry I guess.” Kuroo praised his choice because he was practically starving; the last time he ate was a quick sandwich he bought from the café down the road from his work.

Starting the car, he drove to their favourite restaurant, which was not very far from where they stayed.  As they got out of the car it gave Kuroo a moment to notice Kenma’s appearance, he was wearing an obnoxiously bright yellow hoodie and black sweatpants. His hear was tied back in a low messy bun. Some strands of hair were too short to fit so they just hung loosely and almost angelically framed his face.

It was a bit chilly out so Kuroo grabbed the spare sweater he kept in his car. Now he looked somewhat less formal.

Kenma shivered as the walked up the path to the restaurant. He almost thought that the air around them would be awkward and uncomfortable but as per usual with Kuroo he somehow managed to put Kenma at ease. Every time.

This time it was the smile he got from Kuroo as he walked to the car earlier. It relieved some of the anxiety that had started to build up in the pit of his stomach. They got a booth almost at the back of the restaurant and Kenma couldn’t help but feel like he was on a date with Kuroo but he knew it was anything but that.

It felt very private sitting where they were sitting. Kenma liked it like this. He watched as Kuroo sat down and opened the menu to pick something. Kenma mirrored him even though he knew what he’d be getting. They ordered their drinks and food at the same time and the waiter left.

Kuroo put his elbows up on the table and balanced one hand under his chin looking at Kenma, “You wanna talk about what happened last night or not now?” Kenma placed his hand on the table trying to seem more open. He didn’t want Kuroo to think he’d keep being defensive. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk yet Tetsu.”

Kuroo huffed out a small chuckle and smiled at him, “That’s okay we can build up to it, what did you do today?” Kenma started to relax as he recounted probably his most boring day ever. He wasn’t really in the mood to stream because he knows his fans would have noticed how anxious he was and he wasn’t up to answering the questions they would throw at him so he’d basically sat and played games.

Kuroo looked almost sympathetic, “Why didn’t you feel up to streaming?” Kenma shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess it’s the same reason for last night.” Kuroo nodded and was about to say something when the waiter arrived with their order. While eating he listened carefully as Kuroo told him about how boring his day was too and how it went by so slowly because he was looking forward to tonight. This surprised Kenma. What was Kuroo so excited about?

He decided asking won't kill anyone except maybe his will to live. “Wha-Kenma why wouldn’t I be excited? We haven’t hung out like this in a long time and well,” he paused and couldn’t help the blood rush up to his cheeks, “Well I missed you Kenma.”

Kenma was taken aback at how forward Kuroo was being. Of course, they’d been forward with each other in the past about certain small things but never about each other. He felt a glimmer of hope in his heart at this.

Kuroo was worried if he’d said too much because of the look of surprise on Kenma’s face. Kenma looked down at his food and mumbled just loud enough for Kuroo to hear, “Well I’ve missed you too.”

Kenma looked back up to see Kuroo practically beaming, and Kenma couldn’t help but smile at him in return as his ears burned. They continued to eat in comfortable silence.

Kenma was nearly finished with his sushi when Kuroo asked what he wanted to do next. “Mmn no I chose the first thing, it's your turn now,” Kenma said after gulping the last bit of food down. Kuroo just smiled at him, “okay fine.” He didn’t say anymore and asked for the bill.

After paying they went to the car and Kenma stopped before opening the door. “Okay, where are we going Tetsu?” The man supported a mischievous grin on his face while shaking his head, “You’ll have to see when we get there Kenma.”

Kuroo drove for about 10 minutes and suddenly they were in the heart of the city. He parallel parked on the side of the street and looked at Kenma “You ready?” “Kuroo I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be ready for,” Kenma said incredulously. “Come on then,” Kuroo said as he stepped out of the car.

Kenma followed suit and shuffled closer to Kuroo when he walked around the car. It was busy in the city. Not as busy as it would be on a weekend but close enough. “Hold my hand so you don’t lose me?” Kuroo said, observing the fact that Kenma was becoming reserved at the sight of all the people walking around.

Kenma looked up at Kuroo with his eyes wide, “uh-uhm, you want to hold my hand?” he said as his face gradually got hotter. “Well yeah so I don’t lose you in the crowd,” he noted as he held out his hand for Kenma to take. Kenma hesitated long enough for Kuroo to think it was too much but Kenma took his hand. Holding Kuroo’s hand is everything he felt it would be and more. His hands were surprisingly soft and of course bigger than his.

Kuroo tried his hardest to hide the blush that had wound its way to his cheeks when Kenma took his hand. He had to remind himself that he used the excuse of not losing Kenma in the crowd of people and that they aren’t just like all the other couples he’d noticed walking around.

He led Kenma down one of the many alleys and stopped in front of a shop with lots of bright colours and lights. It was a game store he was told about by one of his colleagues at work and instantly thought about taking Kenma there. He wanted to do it for their first date but obviously, he hadn’t asked Kenma out.

He looked down at Kenma expectantly and his breath hitched when he saw how the lights reflected against his skin and how the lights made his eyes seem especially bright. “Tetsu how did you find out about this place it's beautiful,” Kenma said looking through the window at all the shelves and things on the walls.

“Beautiful,” He mumbled still looking at Kenma. Kenma turned to look at Kuroo, “What?” The sudden eye contact threw Kuroo out of his trance and he looked dowm, “Uh, yeah so one of my colleagues who is like 70 years old was telling me about his grandkids favourite store and its uh, this one.” Kenma just nodded and looked back through the window, “Well can we go in?”

Kuroo laughed and looked into the store too, “No of course not I just felt like making you look into your version of heaven and then drag your ass back home, seriously Kenma, of course we can.” Kenma gave him a small smile and pulled him into the store.

Stepping into the store was a big relief to Kenma because he was able to get out of the crowded and loud streets. There weren’t a lot of people inside the store maybe about 7 including him and Kuroo. The walls and ceiling were black and they had blue and red lights on either side of the room. There were posters all over the walls showing the new releases and life-size figures of characters were dotted here and there.

Kenma realised he was still holding Kuroo’s hand and let go thinking it wasn’t necessary anymore. Kuroo’s expression was unreadable as he let go. He was smiling but his eyes seemed to convey something different. He walked further into the store running his hands along the shelves, Kuroo watched him for a couple of seconds before following after him slowly. His hand felt empty without Kenma’s hand in it and he yearned to satiate his need for the feeling of Kenma’s skin against his.

They walked around and talked in the store until the owner said he’d be closing in 15 minutes. So Kenma quickened his pace and grabbed things he saw that he wanted to get. Kuroo was following him until he stopped and saw something that he wanted to get for Kenma.

It was a small pendant of one of the cats from Animal Crossing who Kuroo remembers was very similar to Kenma. They were both lazy and both would do activities if told they could get something like food out of it and just his general feel about him was very Kenma-ish. He smiled as he took the pendant off the shelf.

“Are you coming Kuroo?” he heard Kenma call for him. He looked up and Kenma had finished paying and was waiting for him by the door. “Oh yeah, I’m coming just wait for me there.” He replied as he gave the chain to the man at the register so he could pay for it. He declined a packet and slipped the chain into his pocket and thanked the cashier.

He and Kenma left the shop back into the street which had calmed down a bit so there were not as many people. Kenma looked up at Kuroo as they started to walk back to the car, “Hey thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed myself Tetsu.” Kuroo nodded and smiled in response, “I’m glad, and you seemed happier too.”

He then thought of an idea remembering what Bokuto had said to him that morning, “But, we aren’t done yet,” he said as he stopped in his tracks. Kenma stopped midstride and turned to look at him. “What do you mean, what else do you want to do?”

Kuroo then continued walking with a grin on his face. “Wh-what’s up with all these surprises Tetsu.” He grumbled as he followed Kuroo. Once they were back in the car Kuroo put the heater on as the temperature dropped a bit and his sweater was not nearly warm enough. He started to drive leaving the city and Kenma hooked up his phone to the cars speaker system to play some music that he liked.

Kuroo actually preferred listening to whatever Kenma played because he had a wider variety of genres that he listened to so he could go from hardcore rap to the softest and romantic music you could find yourself listening to. His favourite was a song called carry you by Ruelle which Kenma started to play.

He found himself humming along to the words and feels them resonate through the way he was feeling about Kenma at that moment. He stopped at a spot that was halfway up a mountain but had a beautiful view of the city. He stopped the car but kept it on to let the song play through until it ended.

Kenma looked out onto the view with wonder. He wasn’t the kind of person to travel much even if it was just down the road and even then he didn’t take much notice of the scenery around him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Wow, Tetsu. This is…” he let out a huff as he smiled obviously speechless, “why did you bring me out here though?”

Kuroo continued to look out the window with determination. He had to go through with this. He couldn’t just keep himself from finding out what would happen. He was scared but it had to be done. “I have to confess something to you Kenma. I can’t keep it inside anymore it’s not fair to me or you.”

Kenma instantly felt a cold feeling wash over him. He knew what was coming and could feel his eyes start to burn as the tears threatened to flow. He tried to remain calm though. This needed to happen. No matter how much it hurts him it's necessary. He braced himself for the rejection.

Kuroo turned to look at Kenma but couldn’t see what was happening on his face as he was facing away. So he took that leap, “I think I’m in love with you Kenma.” As he said this he saw a tear roll down Kenma’s face.

Kenma whipped his head to the side so he could look at Kuroo, the look of absolute surprise very evident on his face. His jaw dropped open in complete disbelief. “What! is it that surprising?” Kuroo said. Kenma tried to regain his composure, “Tetsu are you sure?” he couldn’t believe what was coming from Kuroo’s mouth. Kuroo raised his eyebrow at him, “What do you mean ‘am I sure’ Kenma I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

Kuroo couldn’t quite read the emotions on Kenma’s face but he knew they weren’t bad. Maybe he had nothing to worry about?

Kenma moved so he could sit facing Kuroo directly, “Jesus Tetsurou I-well I love you too.” He looked as if he was close to tears as his gaze found its way to Kuroo’s. It was Kuroo’s turn to be surprised and he instantly smiled and looked down as if he was embarrassed about it.

Kenma rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tears that had threatened to fall not even minutes before. Kuroo looked back up again, “Is that what’s been bothering you lately?” Kenma laughed as he sniffed. Kuroo was oblivious but he wasn’t a complete idiot. “Yeah actually I wanted to talk to you about it but I was too scared that it would mean losing you and I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.”

Kuroo looked at him with a serious expression on his face. “So are you okay now, since it’s in the open?” Kenma nodded his head with a small smile. Kuroo lifted his hand to push back some hair that had fallen into Kenma’s face and he kept it there as he moved closer, his eyes keeping Kenma’s locked into place “May I kiss you Kenma?” Kenma nodded as he moved closer.

Kuroo cupped Kenma’s face between both his hands and lightly grazed his thumb over his cheekbone. Slowly he brushed his nose against Kenma’s and pressed their lips together as softly as he could to test out the waters to make sure he was completely okay with this. Kenma leaned more forward as he wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck and tangled his hands in his hair.

He sighed as Kuroo deepened the kiss, their lips moving in sync with each other. Kuroo bit Kenma’s bottom lip softly earning himself a small moan from him. Needing air, they pulled away from each other but Kuroo kept his forehead pressed against Kenma’s.

“God I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.“ He huffed out with a laugh and continued, “will you go out with me. On a date next time?” Kenma opened his eyes and smiled, “Yes Tetsu.” Kuroo giggled and kissed him again longer this time. After what felt like hours they untangled from each other but still stayed close.

“Oh I meant to ask you Tetsu, what did you get from the store earlier?” Kenma asked with a curious look on his face. Kuroo blanked for a second before remembering, “Oh shit, yeah. Well, remember when you introduced me to Animal Crossing and I told you my favourite villager in your village was that lazy cat named Bob?”

Kenma nodded, “It was actually because he reminded me of you. And when I walked past one of the stands earlier I saw this.” He reached into his pocket and brought out the chain with the pendant on it. “So I wanted to buy it for you.”

Kenma looked down at the chain hanging between them. He looked at Kuroo and smiled, “This may be the cutest thing anyone has ever gotten me Tetsu, thank you.” He took the chain from Kuroo and slipped it over his head holding the pendant of the lazy purple cat in his hand.

Kenma grabbed his phone to play music through it and they sat together listening to love songs that somehow deepened the already ocean depth love they had for each other.

Tagging: @gabbywubby  @shou-kunn @super-noya @thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @pudding-head-kenma @thirsthourdemon @thesecretlifeoflilly

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If You Just Listened - Part 1

HELLO- this is my first ever post on this blog and it's a x reader piece. lol. Anyways I have a huge crush on Arthur Fleck and after reading a lot of self-inserts I just wasn't getting enough of what I wanted - real reactions!! At least my real reaction to first meeting him would be super uncomfortable, so for all you out there that want the same, here's the first out of hopefully not too many chapters. Idk how I'm gonna turn this from creeped out to charmed, but we'll get there!! Okay, without further delay, here's my first ever x reader piece! Hope you all like it!!

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You leaned against the door frame, the smell of cigarettes and cheap bar food filling the air. Your eyes watched the man on stage but your mind was elsewhere, completely zoned out.

You didn't particularly like this job. The comedy was repetitive, insulting, and often just plainly not funny to you. Your co-workers weren't the friendliest people. And to top it off, you often caught your boss, Mike, with his gaze trained directly on your ass, as if he wasn't even trying to hide it.

'No wonder the interview was so short.'

You scoffed at the thought, straightening yourself out as another group of guests approached the entrance. You'd only been working at Pogo's for less than a month, and you quickly learned that most people working in the service industry weren't exactly seen as people, per say.

No, by now you'd come to expect people to walk right past you before you could ask them, "Hello, how many in your party?" You didn't jump anymore when a drunken hand found its way on the back of your pencil skirt. You were used to being the target of ridicule when you brought over the wrong drink. But hey, the bills were paid, and when an arrogant business man found you attractive, you were sure to get a hefty tip. Of course, the harrasment that ensued to get your number wasn't fun, but money is money.

You walked the group of friends to their table and quickly made your way back to the entrance, not noticing as your fellow host, Owen, walked up behind you.

"Busy night tonight, huh?"

You raised your eyebrows, and turned to him, your mind practically half asleep.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess." You yawned and scratched the back of your neck. "No more seats now, right?"

He shook his head. "Maybe one or two. You barely squeezed that last group in." He nodded towards their table, then turned his attention to you, his head tilting. "You're looking tired, didn't get enough sleep last night?"

You shrugged. "I mean I just did a double shift, and I did closing yesterday too. How much sleep could I have gotten in that time slot right?" You chuckled, still watching tonight's comedian absentmindedly. It was nice to have an actual conversation with one of your colleagues for once. Maybe tonight's the night you finally make a friend at this job. You pick your tone up, trying to come off as cheerful as you were when you first joined the crew. "How many times has this guy made the same joke about roleplay? I swear, I've heard it, what? A hundred times by now?" You shook your head, scoffing. "It's a miracle people don't get tired of this stuff." You turned to Owen, putting on your friendliest smile.

Not surprising. He was eyeing a woman at the bar, who was clearly with a partner. You doubt he heard a single word of what you just said. You sighed, and turned back to the act. You had come to expect most (if not all) of your interactions at Pogo's to be this way, but you were still disappointed nonetheless. You wished you could say something. Like, 'hey asshole, how about you stop gawking at random women like a fucking teenager and actually try to hold a conversation?' You smiled to yourself. 'Wonder how he'd react to THAT.'

But speaking honestly, you weren't the confrontational type by any means. You even worried about coming off as rude when turning down drunken men who would badger you for hours. You looked down at your feet, disappointed with yourself. Maybe someday you'd be brave. But until then, you had a shift to finish.

You watched the on-stage comedian like a zombie. His jokes went in one of your ears and right out the other. You couldn't even force yourself to laugh if you tried. Maybe the night would go by faster if you just looked at the clock.

One minute.

Tick, tock-

Two minutes.

Tick, tock-

Fifteen minutes.

Tick, tock-

Half an hour.

Tick, tock-

Fourty five minu-

"Excuse me?"

The voice took you out of your trance. You quickly turned to the man standing in the doorway, blinking a few times to bring yourself back to reality. You cursed yourself for being so inattentive and rude, wondering how long he had been waiting there. You put on the best service smile you could muster, and excused yourself.

"Sorry," you nervously chuckled, "long night. Table for one?"

The man nodded and smiled, holding a very worn notebook to his chest. You looked at it, wondering what this guy was doing with a notebook at Pogo's of all places. It's not like there was anything noteworthy about the comedy here.

"Okay, it's a bit packed right now but if you give me a minute, I'm sure I can find someth-"

"There's no seats." Owen turned, his attention coming off the woman at the worst possible time.

The man looked disappointed, his brows raised in a pleading expression. "Are you sure? I'll even take a seat in the back-"

"You deaf, buddy? No seats." Owen snapped. "Zero. Got it?"

The man suddenly covered his mouth. He looked like he was desperately trying to hold in a coughing fit.

'God, Owen, why are you like this?'

You were bright red in embarrassment, praying not to be associated with your coworker's behavior. You wanted desperately to turn to Owen and say, 'Hey. Shut up. You're a host. Your job is to be polite.'

But that isn't what happened. Instead, you turned to Owen, your eyebrows raised, doing your best job at faking astonishment. "I'm so sorry, sir," you began, your eyes slowly leaving Owen and returning to the guest. "My colleague isn't usually like this, you'll have to excuse him. It's been very busy tonight." The man slowly lowered his hand from his mouth, a few small coughs escaping him. They almost sounded like... laughter?

Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered is that you fixed the situation. Quickly. You looked around, standing on your toes to find a seat. You sighed in relief as you spotted a single empty table in the center of the club. You turned to the man, mouthing 'come on' and gesturing for him to follow you.

You quickly set up a spot for him, pulling his chair out and seeing that he was comfortable.

"Can I get you something? A drink? Some snacks? It's on me for the trouble back there."

He shook his head and smiled at you, placing his notebook in front of him. He opened his mouth as if to say something... but didn't. You thought it was a little strange, but took no note of it.

"Okay," you whispered, not wanting to interrupt the current act. "Let me know if you need anything."

He stared at you for a few seconds. A few seconds more than you were used to. It was definitely making you uncomfortable, you were having a hard time matching his level of eye contact. He opened his mouth to speak again. But again... he didn't. Instead, he just smiled and nodded. You began to turn around and head back-

"Thank you," he finally whispered.

You turned to him, and smiled out of politeness before rushing back to your position, happy to escape the awkwardness of that interaction.

Owen stood there, watching you with an annoyed expression as you walked towards him. You raised your eyebrow at him, mouthing 'What?'

Once you reached him, he moved both of you out towards the hallway entrance. He turned away from the club and faced you.

"What's your problem?" He snapped.

You tightened your lips. You hated hostility. Your hands began to sweat with nervousness. Although you wanted to tell him off, you knew it wasn't in you.

"I was just watching your back, man," you assured. "Imagine if that guy complained to Mike." You shook your head, "it would've looked bad for you."

Owen squinted down at you, his arms crossed. "Yeah, whatever man." He sucked his teeth. "I've been here much longer than you, alright? And that guy?" He nodded his head towards the man with the notebook. "He ruins the mood every time he comes here. Drives people away. He's a freak."

You lifted your hands in in innocence. "Well how was I supposed to know? You just interrupted me like-"

"You're new," he snapped. "I'm not. Don't go over me again."

You watched him walk away, your expression souring.

'Fuck you, Owen.'

The thought was so vivid in your mind, you swore you said it. You wished you could say something, you wished you had the courage. The guy looked normal, maybe a little weird, but normal for the most part. Owen was just a dickhead who couldn't handle not being in charge for once. You took a deep, shaky breath, regaining your composure.

Slowly, you walked back to your spot.

[0225pm]

wow the quality of the video really sucks after it has been compressed but well i don’t have a choice!

anyway, i’m moving back to tumblr again mainly cus wordpress sucks and it’s not allowing me to post videos unless i buy their premium plan which is tbh a no cus idk why platforms for blogging should even charge you for the features that they were supposed to have???? also sadly, tumblr also only lets you post 1 video per post limit which is why i’ve put the pics and videos i took into in one but it’s better than not being able to post a video at all.

so it’s our monthsary!!!!

we’ve been officially together for 3 years and 5 months now and wow, i’ve only just realised what a long time that is 😂 honestly, if you want to count how long it has been since we first met each other, it’ll probably be about 8 years now. tho han sees it as 8 years but i see it as 3y5m cus idk who he was back then ya know what i mean? like i know the 3y5m him now than the him 8 years ago.

han sent me his live location as he does so every sat, and i was late. even tho he came all the way to my place i was still late :/ and i was so sorry 😭 i know there shouldn’t be any excuses for my lateness but i have my reasons, even if anyone thinks it isn’t valid :/ so i alr prepared right? like i mentally prepared and visualize what i wanna wear and etc. and so i went to take a shower and all. and then my mom all of a sudden asked me to do things like ordering food for her, clipping her nails, airfrying some sotong balls cus she was feeling peckish. initially she asked me to order food, which i then did but it was immediately cancelled due to the weather. it suddenly rained really heavily. and then while i was in her room drying my hair, she suddenly said she wanted sotong balls which i then went to airfry. and then when i alr did that and continued drying my hair, she then asked me to clip her nails and i was like “i’m going out ibu later farhan will be waiting for me alr” and she was like nvm la it will only take a while. so i did that and then i had to just rush cus i checked his live location and he was alr nearing tenaga area which is so damn close to my place alr. then i quickly picked out the outfit i wanted to wear. i mean come on, it’s our monthsary and i wanted to dress up right and i alr had this mental image of what i wanna wear right? so i took it out, wore it and then i realized that it was still a bit rainy??? like kinda drizzling so i figured he’ll be coming up first to wait till the rain totally stops but he texted me asking me to come down instead. and at this point i was sweating profusely. yeah, it was rainy but i was feeling so warm from rushing and doing so many things at once. oh ya, i was wearing this satin white shirt with shorts and that was my initial outfit like it looks laidback and casual and effortless but i decided to change cus i was perspiring and it felt so uncomfortable wearing a satin material when you’re perspiring like heck!! so i ended up wearing my fav tee with the same shorts and brought my hoodie along. it’s also my fav hoodie from uniqlo. i think their hoodie quality is bomz it’s not too thick or too thin and i wanna buy more but maybe wait till they have sales or something. so i ended up just looking super hobo as heck like it just looks like i didn’t even bother to dress up and i felt sad but i didn’t want han to be waiting even longer.

so when i went down he was alr sitting at the seats at the void deck and i can feel anger radiating within him lol like i knew he was mad and he still had his helmet on and his rain jacket on and all. and then he gave me different options of where to go for our lunch and then i just sat there pondering for a bit. and then i asked him if he wanted to put the jacket and pants at home but he didn’t want to so he took it off and then put it on the table and he took off his helmet as well. and then i asked him if we could eat at genki and he told me that genki was one of the options that he forgot to list so we decided on genki! his anger didn’t last long and as he stood up to head over to his bike i went to him and open up my arms cus i just wanted to hug him lolol then at first he tried to act all “ew” and moved away but he ended up hugging me anyway hehe and then don’t want to let go lol so bobo so cute. honestly i’m still shy??? around him wtf. like when i initiated the hug itself i felt so shy loooooollllll and when he didn’t wanna let go it made me blush wtf but ofc he can’t see cus we have to wear the stupid mask bc of stupid covid. i hate it wtf my face is so sensitive and it’s breaking out bc of having to wear the mask so my skin can’t breathe. like what’s the point of me not wearing makeup underneath the mask when i still break out anyway right zzz hais. ok sorry side track a bit but ya hahaha so then i told him i wanted to show him something!!! and then he was like “eh eh who said you let go” or was it “who said you can stop hugging” but it’s either one la hahaha then i took his hand and pull down my mask and then kissed his hand 😂 then i told him to look and i said “no transfer”!!!!!! hahahahaha cus i was wearing this lipstick and wtf man the formula is damn amazing really didn’t transfer anywhere at all. i even kissed my own hand and i even drank water but not transfer AT ALL. it was a gift i got from two years back i think hahaha for my bday from rai, a kylie kit and i haven’t worn it out before mainly bc the color didn’t suit my skintone cus the shade felt so light but when i wore it this time it felt like the shade was darker somehow? idk if i became pale from staying at home all the time or idk lol but i like the shade now 😌

oh at first i didn’t wanna go to tampines cus we always go to tampines hahaha and i guess i made a face and han teased me about it lol as much as it annoys me it’s a good kind of annoying? 😂 cus he’s so cute whenever he teases me in that way lolol but we ended up just heading to tampines anyway cus he wanted to save up on petrol also and i thought ok ya cus he has to work now and he has to go to and fro everyday so it’s better for him to save the petrol as well. i put on my hoodie and then we went to the usual parking spot at tampines. and then bc both of our masks were down i could actually kiss him hehe. and then from there we walked to the front entrance of the mall cus of this covid there’s only one in and out entrance but entering was a breeze tbh cus even tho there was a long line, we didn’t have to wait long.

then we went up to the escalator. and genki wasn’t crowded at all either so that was great!!! we did the safe entry thing, got our temperature taken and got our seats. then we ordered some food hehe. i was excited cus lol i love genki. not as much as i love my bf but if i have to choose an express sushi shop i would choose genki 😂 i wanted something soupy and filling so i got their beef udon since i alr had their duck udon the previous time we went there. and then i got a drink and chawanmushi as an appetizer. i love their chawanmushi as well and it’s something i will always get. i used to buy their clams miso soup but since it was taken out of the menu, i got their chawanmushi instead. and i was so happy when han decided to try the chawanmushi!!!!! i’ve always knew him as someone that wasn’t into eggs but he actually liked this one!! and he even ate the prawn and the naruto/japanese fish cake when i fed it to him omg 😭😭😭 i was legit so happy wtf hahahaha and then his fried squid came, also one of the hot foods i will always order but usually i’ll get it if i didn’t buy any of the udon. but since i alr got the udon i didn’t order it. and then his mini chicken teriyaki don came and lol the bowl was rly so mini ahahaha i wish i took a picture of it but i didn’t. but it was worth for the price of $4 i think since it was actually filled to the brim. there was even slices of tamago in it. he fed me a spoonful and it was nice!!! i’m gonna try that next time i go to genki if i’m feeling like eating rice 😂 i like udon cus of the chewy texture of the noodles and the soup. and then a plate of mentaiko fries came 🤤 there was A LOT of mentaiko on it it was so amazing and i was so surprise cus i didn’t order it but at the end of the day han said that he saw that i didn’t order the fries so he ordered it for me 🥺😍 so sweet hais and i really enjoyed it. i love genki’s mentaiko sauce it’s so damn goooooodddddd. so salty so nice. and then my udon came hehe and i devoured it. i fed han some too and gave him one of the fish cakes cus i think they made a mistake and put two pieces. the udon was so good i love it hahahaha. and then han ordered a seaweed roll, 2 more beef sushi and 1 mentaiko salmon for me hehe yes i know how to eat salmon now!!!! but it must be seared. i still can’t eat raw ones unless i rly dipped it in soy sauce or if it’s cut super thinly then maybe can try 😅

then after we finished eating, we went up to see if we can catch a movie. i wasn’t sure if we’re allowed to sit together so i asked him to ask first if we have to be separated and yay we don’t have to separate!!! so we decided to watch train to busan 2: peninsula. since we alr watched the first one together and there wasn’t much movies that were showing so we decided to catch the 5:10pm slot. it’s been so so so long since we last watched a movie tgt so this was nice. we didn’t get anything to eat since we just ate and i was still full but we had some time so we went to fairprice and got some candies. then farhan bought a root beer slushy which turns out to be scam!!! cus it’s just ice and it was practically solidified even after the movie was over it didn’t even melt much within 2 hours wtf. and then he also got a hotdog bun 😂

the movie was great. not as great as the first one cus the first one was definitely much more impactful but this one was not too bad. a bit too much “racing” scenes but i guess it’s to keep its audience on the toes. the storyline is a bit meh as well but i guess the suspense from some parts made up for it. it’s quite tragic though.

and then after the movie, i asked han if he still wanted pizza but when we saw the queue there was still a bunch of people waiting for their orders. even some foodpanda and grab delivery riders were waiting so i told him we’ll just order in and at first he was like we’ll see how but i ordered anyway. then we went out to head home and han finally lighted a cigarette. hahahaha he actually had to suppressed his desire to smoke cus we didn’t have time since i chose the earlier slot for the movie and im so proud of him for being able to suppress the feeling and yet not turning into a cranky momok.

while on the way back, he wanted to top up some petrol so we stopped by spc and then he wanted to top up his cashcard so we had to go one big round from the carpark to where he can top up his card but the machine is stupid!!! and he got upset cus he wasn’t able to top up his card. i think he still prefers the card with chip reader than the contactless ones. so then we decided to head to 7-11 so he can purchase one with chip but they ran out. so we decided to find another petrol station cus he said usually it’s being sold there too. so we did and this time round i guess i was being cranky cus the seat of his bike was eating into my skin and it hurts like heck so i told him to just top up the card since they don’t have the chip ones and he needed to top up anyway but then in front there was another petrol station and apparently they had a chip + contactless card there and i think they only accepted cash for it so he came out and then went in back and bought one there. and i was still cranky lol and i was perspiring so much both from my scalp to my body and it was drizzling too so all i wanted to do was head home so i got upset and i lashed it out on him when we made our way back cus he kept trying to make a joke out of the pain i felt and it just triggered me cus it’s like he doesn’t understand how much it hurts??

but it’s not his fault. cus i’m the one that chose to wear shorts even tho i know how much it hurts when i sit too long on the bike. and then he said he’ll cut the netting off but i was like no wtf. cus 1, we don’t meet everyday which sucks but ya we don’t and thus i’m not the one sitting on the back of his bike everyday so having to sit one day out of the week doesn’t bother me as much as having to sit on it everyday ya know what i mean? and 2, the parts that are still protected which is probably about 90-80% of the seat is still useable so it’ll be able to help protect the other areas from getting damage by the claws of cats.

and then when we got back, he wanted to pass his gummies to me but no one in this household eats gummies or candies. my mom can’t even eat sugary content cus of health, my dad isn’t a fan of gummies or candies he much prefers chips and chocolates and my brother too prefers chocolates or ice creams. i don’t like sugary content either but unless it comes from cakes or pastries or ice creams or chocolates so rly, no one is gonna eat it. and then he got mad at me and all i could hear was “you do to me can but when i’m doing it to you cannot” and i didn’t get what he meant by that tbh so i just kept quiet all the way till we’re home. i quickly took off my hoodie, changed into a more comfortable shorts went to take a piss and then went into my room. i sat down for awhile in front of the fan cus i was sweating so much and then i cooled down before i apologized to him and then asked him if he was still upset. i tried to get him to explain what he meant but couldn’t get anything out of him cus he just prefers to sweep it under the rug whereas i like to talk about it so i can see what i did wrong or which areas i have to improve or change so it can better our lives ya know but he’s not like that and i have to understand it so i just kept quiet and then i kissed him and stroked his face and hair a little.

and then he asked me if the pizza was here and i said ya hahaha it’s alr in the kitchen and whether he wants me to take it so he was like yes and as i was going to take the pizza he grabbed me and hugged me tight and i just instantly melted. it was genuinely hot lol i like this kinda shit hahahahaha but i’ve always felt afraid that i was gonna hurt him with my weight so i didn’t dare do anything that will shift my whole weight onto him but he didn’t care and he said it doesn’t hurt 🥺 haissss

honestly going home was all i was looking forward to. it’s not bc i’m horny lol or maybe that’s one of the reason but it’s mainly bc i just want to lay in his arms and just cuddle and give him kisses and also receive kisses. i’ve missed him all week long and we haven’t really been able to talk much since he’s working and he’s always tired when he gets home but it’s good that he’s working hard for his future and for our future.

and then the time for him to head home came. a truly saddening end of the day and he left a little later than usual but i’m just glad he got home safely and didn’t get lectured for being home a little late.

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Need (3)

Pairing: Professor!Rogers x Reader

Summary: The professor realizes just how mich he wants you.

Warnings: stalking, mention of blood.

A/N: This part will mostly be in Steve’s point of view. Kinda. I’ve decided reader wears glasses and idk why I wrote this, this way.

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‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

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He wasn’t following you at first; he stayed back in his office for probably an hour...or three. He didn’t keep track. He needed to turn in a book, a history book for revision, and comparison. He is writing his own book, telling what actually happened while in the Howling Commandos.

By the time Steve got to the library the sun was setting, and it was a complete ghost town inside. Only spotting two people on his way to his destination. One of them being a janitor. The top floor of the library is where he needed to go, it’s where the special collection is kept. Normally these kinds of books aren’t allowed out of the library, but being older than most of the books in their library has its perks.

Putting the book back in its respective place, and about to return the checkout card, that is when I sees you once more. Hiding out in the back corner, at a table that is covered in notebooks and colorful pens and highlighters. Looking so deep in focus, biting your lip, and flipping through papers only to turn back to your notebook.

Hair tossed up in a messy bun. Glasses hanging at the end of your nose. You look at little bit more disheveled than what he remembered from a couple hours ago. White V-neck t-shirt under a navy blue cardigan. You looked beautiful.

Deciding to stay, Steve began to look through more history books, encyclopedias, and records that would help with his little project. If he was going to stay he might as well get some work done too.

He sat at a table across a very long isle from you. A seat that made sure he could still watch you, without you seeing. If he had, to he could just scoot his chair forward and he would be out of sight.

Steve is there for another 40 minutes or so before he sees her putting all of her notes away. He quickly stacked everything and put it all in his bag, then walking out before she sees him. Waiting by the entrance for you.

‘Why is she out this late? Doesn’t she know this is a dangerous city?’

Then he realized. He shouldn’t be here, he could get fired.

‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

He was going to turn back, he really was, but she just seemed so vulnerable. How far does she live? ‘I’ll just make sure she gets home safe.’ He decides, but he truly know that now he’s hooked, and he’s not going to stop.

And he didn’t. He not only followed her home but he found out what apartment she lives in. First floor, not very safe, at least the windows to her home are high. Less of a chance of robbery. He also saw her roommate, he recognized her from the coffee shop. Watching her clean up her room Steve realized something.

He’s got it bad.

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He held himself back from following her again. Not really by choice. He didn’t see her at the library again. He also avoided the cafe she works at. Not wanting himself to get too close, too fixated. It has been three weeks though, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself from you. Of all of his classes, yours was his favorite.

You have his class twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday. Both scheduled at 4:30. He has kept his distance and she has been nothing but a model student.

Steve needs a teachers assistant, and he thinks he’s already found her.

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The essays Steve had assigned are finally almost done being graded. Deciding to leave yours last. When he was done going through, your essay was nearly perfect. Maybe he was biased, but he really thought that you’re paper deserved an A.

A grade he rewarded to only six other people. He was going to write an A when an idea struck him.

He grabbed his red marker and marked the paper with a C, writing “see me after class”.

He smiled at his plan and quickly filed it into the bottom of the stack of essays to hand back as students began filing into his classroom.

It’s Thursday.

**********

You got to Mr.Lee’s class 15 minutes early as per usual. You like being a little bit more than punctual. This was one of your favorite classes to be in but to be honest you’d be glad when it’s over. Math made sense to you but it took work. A lot of work.

Last class, there was a test and you were dying to see how you did. Mostly because he said that this test will be just like the mid-term and a good chunk of the final. You tried really hard, going to the library more often than usual. Well, it isn’t a big accomplishment, you only go the the library once a week. For like 4 hours, but still.

You’re practically bouncing in your seat all class period, since the average score on the test for this class was 82% Mr.Lee thought that we can have a reward. It’s his top priority that his students are understanding his material, and that’s why you like this class.

We are currently watching a movie and those who wanted to leave could, but they would have to wait longer to view their score. You stayed because you worked too hard to wait any longer.

But finally the end of this class was drawing near, and Mr.Lee just checked his watch and was pulling out a big stack of papers. Trying to stay calm just in case your score was bad, and why did this class have to be so big?

He was finally get to you, and he set your packet face down on your desk. Did he put the other students tests face down? You weren’t even paying attention. Now that you have your test, you can leave the class.

Pulling out your phone you call a familiar number, “Wade?” You met him on you way to a book store last year, he actually saved you from being mugged when you thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut through a back alley.

“My common sense it tingling,” you hear him the material of his mask being moved around, “What did you do this time Y/N? Something that shows you’re intelligent I bet. That’s the main trope of your story’s character.”

“You know you don’t sense sometimes, but maybe! I took a test the other day and I’m scared to look. I was hoping a call to you would help calm my nerves.”

“Would an in person meet and greet help?”

“What do y—” you couldn’t finish your sentence before a body landed in front of you on the sidewalk. You let out a loud shriek, then you heard a voice.

“Holy fuck knuckles! That shit hurted.” And you realized who it was.

“Fuck I hate you sometimes.” You sighed.

“I’m hilarious so don’t hate. And that was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo,” he sits up at looks at you, “wanna kiss it better?” He says gesturing to his backwards foot.

You bend over and turn it back around, despite his cry of pain. Then you offer a hand so he may stand.

You looked down, “ah shit you got some blood on me.” It was only a drop, probably the size of a quarter on your white boyfriend cardigan. Wade pokes his arm and draws a smiley, using the dot on your sweater as an eye.

“Gross.” You smiled.

“Hydrogen peroxide will get that out.” You nodded and began unbuttoning it to take it off. Leaving you in your baby pink cami that was tucked into your high waisted back jeans.

“So... Wanna see my score?” You held out the packet.

“Ah... mhmm... yes.” He mumbled through his mask as he flipped through the pages. “Y/N I’m sorry to have to tell you this but it looks as thought you’ll have to drop out.”

You hit him, “Shut up, let me see.” You snatch it out of his hand before you finished your sentence. By it before you look at your score you smiled at him, “I guess your ‘inperson meet and greet’ did help.”

93%. You were struggling in that class and this will surely boost your grade back up. Squealing you jump at Wade, hugging him. He twirled you around.

“Celebratory chimichangas?” He put you back down and began walking, knowing you’d follow.

“Yeah actually I have roughly an hour and a half before my next class.” You said you you looked down at your phone. “Where should we go?”

“There’s this beautiful woman that has a restaurant somewhere that way.” Wade said point in a general direction.

You didn’t really believe him but two blocks in the direction he pointed was a small restaurant. You wouldn’t have noticed it if Wade hadn’t pointed it out. The lady that ran it was a sweet little old woman.

The food was great, and Wade was able to keep you occupied the entire time. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed before there was only 5 minutes before your next class started.

“Oh SHIT! Fuck IM LATE!” You scrambled pull out your wallet, but end up spilling everything. Wade starts to help you pick up everything that fell out, he stood up with five of your notebooks.

“I paid ahead of time. Sorry read ahead in the script. But let’s go!” He waved at the little lady behind the counter. “Goodbye, my princess.” And blows her a kiss.

“Come on we have to run, slow ass.” he starts pulling you to go faster.

“Jesus, I’ve never been late before. Oh my god.” Starting to get out of breath. About a block and a half closer.

“Really? Never would have guess that.” He says sarcastically. You two are back on campus, and you need to pass two more buildings.

“There! It’s right there,” you say running faster, you get to the front of the building. Wade hands you back your notebooks. You lean over trying to catch your breath.

“4:28. Why was it so important to be on time to this class?”

“Well turns out Mr.America is also Mr.Punctuality.”

“Cap is your teacher? I better skedaddle before he try’s to cut off another arm. Goodbye sunshine.” He taps your nose. “Boop.”

“Bye!” You waved and headed inside, going to the second to last classroom on the left.

You check the time again 4:29, you weren’t late. But it looks like the teacher is going to be. All that worrying for nothing. Not knowing that you were the reason for his tardiness.

**********

Mr.Rogers did show up for class but was about five minutes late. Other than that class went on like normal, you took your notes and worked. Used to the feeling of somebody staring at you, you didn’t want to know who thinking that acknowledging them will encourage them.

‘Wow she looks so adorable, pink suits her well.’ He thought as he watched her, but he began to grow angry as he realized that these boys were looking at his girl.

It was nearing the end of class, so he began passing out the essays. Saving yours for last. Today’s class was small, most students skipped his class once they realized that he wasn’t going to talk about Captain America or the avengers.

Once he got to you he placed your essay on your desk face down gently. He felt a little bad, turning around quickly so he didn’t have to see the disappointment on your face.

You forgotten about the essay, but you thought you had done well when you turned it in. You were having a good day, but this just ruined it. A big C on the corner of your paper. You felt tears beginning to well in your eyes but you blinked them away before they could fall.

You look at the clock and there is 2 minutes left, but the professor dismissed everyone already. You begin packing your stuff up, when you feel a little chilly. Sighing you pull out your cardigan and look at the smiley. Maybe you’ll call Wade again after this. You put it on hoping people will think it’s just a cute little design.

The class was now empty and you walk to the office connected to this classroom. It was more plain than you’d expect, and a lot cleaner too. Almost every other professor’s office you’d been to had been a complete mess. He was sitting behind his desk.

“You said to see you after class?” You say timidly. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk, and you take a seat.

“Yeah let me see that,” he holds out his hand and you lean forward to give him your paper, “I just needed to talk to you.” He crossed out the C and wrote an A right next to it, and stood up.

“What did you need to talk about?” You felt a little better with an improved grade, but a nervous pit in your stomach began to form. We’re you in trouble? He walked around and leaned against his desk in front of you, handing your paper back.

“I have been needing to choose a TA for the semester, and I was wondering if you would like to fill that position?”

“Oh my gosh really? I would love to! What would I need to do?”

He smiled, “Well, regular TA responsibilities like grading, tutoring or mentoring students if and when they need help, stuff like that.”

“Wow, thank you for this opportunity.” At this point you wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.

“It’s no problem. This job will suit you, I can tell.” He sighs and rubs the stubble on his face. “But, you will have to sign a few papers.” He slid walked back behind his desk and pulled a small packet out of his desk drawer. “This isn’t what you would sign with other teachers, but I’m sure you’re aware of my previous profession.” You nodded. “This is just protecting my privacy and it’s basically saying that you won’t do anything that would take away that privacy.” He slid the papers over to you, then putting a pen on top.

“Yeah, okay.” You didn’t read through it before signing, as Mr.Rogers just explained it to you. You put the pen down. “What now?”

Yes, what now? Steve thought.

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May I have this dance? (Amedot fic) (Rewrite)

One-Shot

Summary: 2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other (Prompt)

Notes:  So back in August, someone requested this for a prompt game. Originally this took over a week, due to brainstorming and being busy with school. I believe I’ve rewritten this two times since, so it went from 800 words (i think) to 1000 to 1700. I also changed the ending, so that’s why it’s way longer. Part of me is proud of it just because it took 2 days to write it and I worked hard on it, but the other part of me kind of hates it because it feels so fast paced and idk. I just don’t like my writing sometimes? lol. Anyways, enjoy.

Word Count: 1846 words

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15794496

It was the evening of Steven's fifteenth birthday. August 15th. And of course they were throwing a birthday party for him. It was just the gems, Connie, and Greg. They were all on the dance floor. Connie and Steven were dancing together, unsuprisingly, as Lapis stood off to the side, because she wasn't really a dancer, with Greg, who was djing the music. Garnet, Bismuth, and Pearl were chatting away. And then there Amethyst and Peridot, who were dancing together aswell.

After one song finished, another one started. The mood of the song changed from a fun tone to a more so slow and calm one. It even almost sounded romantic. 'Oh stars.. The dance for this song is slow dancing? Isn't it?' Awhile ago, Peridot's curiousity got the best of her, so she googled what a slow dance was, the definition being 'a type of partner dance in which a couple dances, slowly, swaying to the music, usually done to very slow-beat songs, namely sentimental ballads.' Peridot looked over at the purple quartz, almost like she was now staring at her, with Amethyst awkwardly staring back. Both wondering if the other gem would even want to slow dance with her.

After at least a couple of seconds of just awkwardly standing there, and staring at each other, Amethyst finally spoke up, risking the chance of being rejected, "Peridot.., may I have this dance?"

Peridot hestitantly and slowly put her hand on Amethyst's, now holding it, "O-okay."

Amethyst gently pulled her in, then firmly but also gently, placing her hand onto Peridot's hip. Peridot wrapped her arms around Amethyst, with her right hand locked in with Amethyst's right hand. The rhythm of their bodies slowly danced with sentimental passionate music. Peridot found herself trembling, shaking and quivering, with her cheeks now a light shade of blue, staring at the purple gem's face. Her chest felt a mix of so many things. It felt heavy. It felt tingly. And it felt like something was pounding on it. 'Stop staring at her like that you clod!' Peridot told herself, secretly hoping that Amethyst would never notice how flustered she was. She looked down, so she wouldn't stare at Amethyst, and so it wouldn't be noticeable that she was a mess. She was a mess. She was trembling, blushing, had weird feelings in her chest. After about 30 more seconds of dancing, Peridot finally looked back up at Amethyst. Her breathing became of little depth, and her chest now felt like it was practically racing, and about to burst. Her face was now incredibly close to Amethyst's. She felt her lips inching closer to Amethyst's. She caught herself, and then immediately pulled away.

"I-I got to go..," Peridot stammered, now looking away from Amethyst, completely avoiding eye contact altogether now. She then ran off, disappearing from sight.

Amethyst just stood there, now alone on the dance floor. She was so confused and nearly in disbelief, but also somewhat hurt, with feeling like she had been punched in the gut. She felt incredibly stupid, for ever asking Peridot to slow-dance with her. She face-palmed, frustrated and mad at herself, 'Ugh! I-I really messed up this time.. I should have known she was gonna get super comfortable. I should've known that things were gonna get really awkward. This is my fault.. I should've never asked her to slow-dance.. I mean.. why would she want to slow-dance with me anyways? ..I know I wouldn't want to..' After collecting her thoughts, she ran after Peridot, following her into the beach house, which was pitch dark. It was silent. She turned on the lights, now slowly walking. "...Peridot?" She asked, cautiously. No response. "Peri.. is.. is everything okay..?" 'She has to be in the bathroom..' And so she was. Just sitting there, by herself, hiding her face in her knees, almost like she was curled up in a ball. "Oh man.. Peridot..," She sighed, "Per.. I'm sorry.. I-I should've never asked you to slow dance.."

After a few seconds, Peridot finally said something. "You asking me to slow-dance was not the issue," She said quietly, with a muffled sound.

"Oh? Then.. what's wrong, P-Dot? Did I.. did I do something back out on the dance floor to upset you?" Amethyst asked, now confused.

"No no.. You weren't the problem, Amethyst. You did nothing wrong," Peridot said. She then looked up at Amethyst, her cheeks now a light shade of blue. She sighed, "I'm just.. incredibly embarrased.. That's all.."

“Embarrassed? Wait. Why?” Amethyst asked.

"Because!" Peridot bursted out in frustration. She was mad. She was mad that she ran off like that, she was mad that she couldn't even slow-dance with Amethyst without embarrassing herself, she was mad. "Ergh!" She then paused, taking a deep breath to calmly collect herself. "Amethyst, it's not that I didn't want to slow dance with you.. Because frankly, I did. I did want to slow dance with you. And if I didn't want to.. I would have said so. But... I kept staring at you, and I was trembling, and blushing. Frankly, I was just a mess. And it was just very.. embarrassing."

"Ohh.. right..," Amethyst mumbled. "..Is it.. Is it because you don't like it when I touch ya or whatever? 'Cuz I've noticed that ya've gotten super uncomfortable whenever I do touch you, and I - uh - can back off if ya want me to. Y'know? If I'm ever making ya uncomfortable, just say so."

"No! That is not what I meant! ..Amethyst, I do like it when we touch.. A lot! ..Almost too much.. But I hate the way it makes me feel when we touch.. because whenever you do touch me, I just - freeze up, or blush, or tremble, or all of the above.. because I like you so much..," Peridot rambled. "And I know you've noticed. That's why I ran off.. because I was so embarrassed of you noticing how flustered I was.."

"Ughhhh.... Peridot..," Amethyst groaned.

"W-what? Did I say something wrong?" Peridot asked, now confused, but also worried that she might of done something to upset Amethyst.

"You're not the only one who becomes a complete mess.. You make me feel so mushy! Like. All. The time." Amethyst divulged, now blushing herself. "It's lame. Right?" She sighed, and then crossed her arms, "I really hate that I love the way you make me feel.."

Peridot weakly, and gently smiled at Amethyst, now smiling even more now, "I'm glad that you feel the same way.."

"Good..," Amethyst smiled back. She came over and held her hand out, "So.. you want help out of the tub?"

"Yes please.."

"Okay.." Peridot slipped her fingers into Amethyst's palm, grabbing onto her, as Amethyst helped her up. She then stepped out of the tub, her fingers still laced through Amethyst's. "So, what if I held your hand?"

"Like how you're holding it right now?" Peridot asked, as she lightly squeezed Amethyst's hand.

"Yeah.."

"It feels.. nice..," Peridot answered. To her, even the brush of Amethyst's thumb against her palm felt amazing, and lit her up inside. "But, at the same time I feel.. nervous.. But it's okay because I like holding your hand."

"So.. what if I kissed your hand?" Amethyst asked. "Would that be okay?"

"Yes."

Amethyst lifted Peridot's hand, the one that she was holding, up to the level of her lips, and then gently kissed it.

Peridot's cheeks turned a light shade of blue, now overwhelmed with the feeling of butterflies swirling in her stomach, and the feeling of her cheeks burning.

"Was that okay?" Amethyst asked.

"Yes.."

"You sure?" Amethyst asked. "Because, I don't wanna pressure ya into doing this stuff if it's making you feel uncomfortable."

"Amethyst.. it's okay..," Peridot reassured her, squeezing the nervous gem's hand to let her know that everything was okay. And then they started staring at each other again, which was common for them. Amethyst was just so pretty. Her long, thick, and messy pale lavender hair, her little nose, her plump lips, her eyes, and her body. It was hard not to stare at her because of how pretty she found her. "So, what if you kissed me?" Peridot asked, from a sudden impulse.

Amethyst's eyes widened, now surprised, "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes..? Is that bad..?" Peridot asked.

"No, dude, not at all. I guess it's just surprising.."

"Amethyst, out on the dance floor, I tried to kiss you," Peridot admitted. "How is it surprising that I want to kiss you?"

"Wait, what? You actually tried to kiss me?" Amethyst asked, now even more surprised then she was before.

"Yes.. I did. That's also why I ran off.. I nearly kissed you, and I thought that you wouldn't want the same, so I didn't want overstep an boundary."

"Of course I want to kiss you, Peridot!" Amethyst exclaimed, now blushing herself.

"You do?" Peridot asked. Now it was Peridot's turn to be surprised.

"Yes, I do. For so long, I've wanted to kiss you, badly.. But I was never able to because I was scared of messing things up, and I also thought that you wouldn't want the same."

Now feeling brave, Peridot got closer, now stroking Amethyst's palm with her thumb, "Well.. nothing's stopping you from doing so now."

Amethyst gave her a soft but also flirtatious smile. As Amethyst's face inched closer to hers, Peridot's chest started to race, faster and faster. She could then feel herself getting closer to Amethyst, feeling her breath against her face, and seeing how dark Amethyst's cheeks were. And then it happened, she was the one who initiated the kiss, the one who gently placed her lips on the other gem's lips, giving into the urge of kissing her. . She wrapped her arms around Amethyst's neck, as Amethyst grabbed her waist, kissing her back, which deepened the kiss, stealing Peridot's breath. Then they let go, heavily breathing, giving themselves a few seconds, but then their lips met, again, and again, and again. She then looked at the purple gem, who looked blown away, entranced, head over heels.

"Holy smokes..," Peridot stammered, blown away by their first kiss.

They let go of each other.

"So.. how do you feel now?" Amethyst asked.

"I feel so many things.. warm, fuzzy, tingly, longing for more, like my chest is racing," Peridot listed.

"Heh, I feel the same.. And yeah, kissing is addictive."

"Yeah, it is."

"Soo, do you wanna go back outside now? I mean, we don't have to butttt.. I'm pret-ty sure that the others have probably noticed that we're gone by now, and are probably wondering what's up.. Heh, maybe they assumed we ran off to make out," Amethyst rambled. Peridot blushed out of slight embarrassment. "Except.. we kind of did. But anyways, I'm rambling.. so..?"

"Yeah, you're right, we probably should go back out there," Peridot agreed.

Amethyst then slipped her hand into Peridot's, "Is this... alright?"

"It's.. perfect," Peridot smiled. Amethyst smiled back, kissing Peridot's cheek, and then they walked back out together, holding hands.

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Surrender - Part 2

Surrender - Part 2

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: cursing, idk if there's anything else

Summary: “Trying to clear up the bad past of the two families creates a certain relationship between you and Tom. But, in the mafia, problems are inevitable.”

A/N: woop woop 2nd part up. if you wanna be tagged in the next one shoot me an ask.

Masterlist - Teaser - Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6

It’d been storming all day, the sound of thunder and rain became familiar throughout the hours of sitting at home, mostly alone. It was around midnight and you were sitting in Alec’s office listening to him and Tom go back and forth about rivals and deals to make and so on while eating ice cream. You had nothing else to do, so you just wandered into the office with a bowl and sat down in an empty chair on the side of the room. You weren’t exactly appealing looking to your standards, wearing some leggings and a large t-shirt with your hair in a messy bun. But Tom would beg to differ.

You watched with curiosity as the Holland boy rolled up his dress shirt sleeves and ran a hand through his brunette curls. You grinned to yourself and took another spoonful of ice cream.

Alec rummaged through some papers as Tom lit a cigarette and sighed. He claimed he’d be right back and left the office, leaving you and Tom behind. You thoughtfully looked at the soon-to-be mob boss as you took a bite of your ice cream and he made eye contact after a moment.

“I wanna take you out somewhere.” He said finally. You smiled and set the now empty bowl and spoon on the ground.

“Where to?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom replied. “I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night. Dress fancy, okay, love?”

Your brother walked back in and you got up, grabbing the bowl and spoon. You winked at Tom before making your way to the kitchen. After you set the dirty dishes in the sink, you began walking to your bedroom. Coincidentally, Tom was leaving your home and found himself in the hallway your bedroom was entered through. Where you were walking through.

“So, Princess, we on for tomorrow night?”

“Only if you stay here for awhile after.” 

“Of course.”

You shared a chaste kiss before he bid you a good night with a kiss on the cheek.

8 o’clock the next night couldn’t come any faster no matter how much you wished it to. You were all ready, quickly finishing your look off with bright red lipstick when you heard his car pull into the driveway. You grabbed your phone from your bed and made your way to the foyer when the doorbell went off.  You called a goodbye over your shoulder to whoever cared and opened the door, finding Tom, looking amazing, like always.

When you opened the door, he looked up from his phone and then quickly shoved it into his pocket before looking you up and down, as per usual. He grinned.

“Hello, pretty girl.” He pulled you in for a kiss and you smiled. He took your hand and lead the way to his car.

“So, where are we going?” You asked. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. I made sure of that.” Tom replied, opening the passenger side door for you. While he sure must be incredibly ruthless as they say, but he was honestly a gentleman when he wanted to be. You thanked him and climbed in, watching as he made his way to his side and climbed in as well. 

He ended up taking you to a wonderful first class restaurant to have a very fancy dinner. He truly saw you as something else, something more than any other girl he’d been with or just hooked up with for a night. He smiled to himself as he watched you complain about your brother from across the table. But your story came to an end when Tom’s home started ringing in his pocket. 

“Who the fuck-?” Tom cursed under his breath as he pulled out his phone. Harrison, Tom’s best mate and right-hand man in all of this mob business, was calling him. Tom strictly told him before he left to not call him unless it was extremely important. He sighed and answered his phone as you smiled, understanding the importance of whatever it may be.

“Harrison, what do you want? I’m trying to-”

“Tom, mate, I swear if it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t be calling you. So just let me fucking explain.” From Tom’s side of the call, he could tell Harrison was driving and seemed to be on edge.

“Well, will you hurry it up a little, shithead? I’m on a date with a very beautiful looking Y/N.” You rolled your eyes but smiled, at Tom’s words.

“Yeah, yeah. Look, these guys got word that you’d be there tonight and then told Ian, who’s there right now,” Tom tensed up slightly. “I’m driving there right now with some backup, but I don’t know when they’re gonna do anything. You gotta get her outta there.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Harrison?” You gave Tom a concerned look.

“I wish I was. I’m a couple minutes away.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever, see ya.” Tom shoved his phone into his pocket again and looked at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and Tom leaned forward, grabbing your hand.

“Listen, we’ve gotta-” Tom couldn’t finish what he was going to instruct you to do because all the sudden men in black clothing came out with pistols, causing people to freak out. Your heart rate picked up and Tom reached for his gun in his suit.

A man spotted you and Tom across the room and pointed his gun at you. Then other men busted in with Harrison, you recognized him from a dinner party of some sort, and then gunshots began to ring off.

Harrison got to Tom as the backups started protecting the two of you. 

“Trust me, we got it worked out down here. You need to go.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Tom grabbed your hand and you raced out to his car. As soon as you two go in, he shoved the keys in the ignition and began racing out of the parking lot. You looked in the side view mirror and noticed three identical black cars following you.

“Uh, Tom. We have some extra party crashers following us.” Tom groaned and pushed down on the gas pedal harder, speeding up the car.

“It’s times like this that make me fucking hate my job.” 

“What’s this all about?”

“The typical people trying to gain my family’s power,” He replied, swerving the car right into a small alleyway leading onto another road. “They’ve been after me specifically for weeks now, I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it yet, love.”

“Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t have gone out tonight if I’d known. I would’ve just made you stay at my place last night. No sense in you going out at 1 am.” You said, slightly panicking inside. 

“You seem to forget that I’m in the mafia, Doll.” Tom grinned, swerving the car again onto another road. 

“So, how’re we gonna get rid of them?” You asked after looking back at the cars. Tom looked at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

“’We,’ I like that,” Tom said, swerving left this time. “We’re just going to have to wait them off unless we find a hiding place.” You looked at him like he was insane. Even though you came from a family constantly involved in the mob, you were not used to things like this.

“How long is that gonna take?” Your voice was panicky and high-pitched. Tom felt guilty for taking you out now.

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt, Y/N, I swear. I would never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

You watched as he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, so he could kiss your knuckles. He let go of your hand just in time to sharply turn the steering wheel to avoid hitting a passing car. 

The cars following you grew very close, but what you and Tom didn’t know was that Harrison was speeding after them, practically daring them to do something. As Tom turned the car onto different roads almost every chance he could get, you wondered where the hell the police were to stop all of this and just send you all away. 

Tom made a very sharp U-turn and glanced up at the rearview mirror as he gripped the steering wheel, he noticed the three black cars stopped, with Harrison’s electric blue Lamborghini Aventador sitting right beside them. He smiled to himself as he started to slow the car down to a way more reasonable speed to begin the drive to your home.

“Harrison stopped ‘em, we’re okay.” You leaned your head back into the seat and closed your eyes. If I couldn’t make it through this, you thought, what’ll happen when I have to deal with this shit in the future.

Soon enough, Tom was pulling into the driveway of your home. He parked the car, and he quickly got out to open your door for you. As soon as you climbed out, you reached up and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He returned the hug, extremely glad you were safe in the end.

“I can’t stay like I said I would, Princess, but I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” He whispered as you embraced. 

You hummed in response, holding on for another moment longer. When you let go, he kissed you passionately before walking you to your front door. You hugged him once more before saying goodbye and going inside. When you closed the front door, you leaned against it and slid down to sit on the marble floor. You listened as Tom’s car peeled out of your driveway and drove away.

After a few minutes, you got back up, dusting off your dress, and went off to your room. The house was seemingly empty, surprising for a Friday night in your home, the click of your heels on the floor echoing out. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. You made it to your room and took off your heels, tossing them aside. You plugged in your phone and then went to take a shower.

After you finished in the shower and got into some comfortable clothes, you found yourself sitting in Alec’s office, drinking some wine. He was typing out an email to someone and you were looking out one of the windows, listening to the news channel on the tv talk about the chase until you both were startled by the sound of the double doors opening. You looked over your shoulder to find your father standing there talking to a man who looked familiar.

Then you remembered who it was. He was from that night in the club. You tried to come up with a name to match the face, but you weren’t met with anything. Alec raised an eyebrow from his desk at his father.

“You guys remember Luke, right?” The name clicked in your mind when your father said it. 

You both nodded. You walked over to stand beside your brother, curious as to what your father had been up to while you were being chased by people who wanted to murder Tom.

“Well, for one of my last contributions before I hand things off to Alec, I decided that it’d be best if we get Luke and his men on our side,” You glanced at Luke, then to Alec, who just shrugged. “But, of course, we needed a fair balance so, in exchange for an alliance, he has offered to take up Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

You dropped the wine glass, which shattered on the ground and wine starting seeping into the floorboards. Alec groaned, leaning back in his chair.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It may be a shock to you now but you’ll get used to it all.” Your father told you.

“Yeah, and besides, we already have chemistry,” Luke spoke up, smiling at you.

You forced yourself to smile back. Tom. How were you going to tell Tom? You didn’t even know what you and Tom were at the moment but anything with Tom was better than an arranged marriage with a guy you barely knew. 

“We’re having brunch at 11 tomorrow in the garden to discuss the wedding.” Your father told you before he and Luke left the office.

“My life is now hell,” You said to Alec after they left. You looked at him helplessly. “Literal hell.”

[youngjaelook]

Regret It — Bodyguard!Wu Yifan

author's note — i had gotten requests to do yifan angst and jakwnaowme im so so so sorry it took this long for me to deliver! also this is lowkey abt junmyeon and reader idk im sorryygaiwnajw hope u guys enjoy this anyways <33 #UNEDITED

request from anon — Can I get a request with Kris Wu? Bodyguard AU! Angst.

request from @biathinks — I heard requests were open so can you write an angsty yifan drabble lol thanks

summary — You eventually fall for the man you can't have, your bodyguard. And in the end, it might just get you both killed.

warnings — character death, angst & strong language.

word count — 2.4K

"You're supposed to be protecting the boss' sister, not fucking her brains out." Hui was worried for his hyung. The end result of his reckless behavior and raging hormones would probably be him swallowing led. "Hyung, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

Yifan had heard it all before. The warnings, the scoldings, nothing about it was new to him. He knew the consequences of his actions, but he didn't really bother to quote, "give a flying fuck about it."

Yifan simply smiled at the younger boy and chuckled. "Don't worry about me, Hui-ah. I won't die, at least not yet." Hui visibly cringed at the last part. He cared about Yifan immensely. I mean, how could he not? Yifan had practically raised him ever since he had first joined the mafia and the mere thought of the older man being shot dead, or worse, tortured, made his heart clench in pain.

"What if they hurt her too? Just to spite you."

Yifan hadn't thought of it that way. He swallowed thickly and shook his head. "That won't happen."

Hui fiddled the ends of his jacket and sighed. "Who are you trying to convince here? Me or yourself?"

The images came in a blinding white. You were splayed on the floor, crimson pooling around your limp body. The maniacal laugh of your brother ringing in his ears. Yifan blinked them away. "Just drink your beer and let's get the hell out of here already."

The conversation ended there. There was no more talk after that, not even when they piled inside the car and drove off.

It was nearly half past ten and you were buried underneath layers of soft, silk sheets, asleep and at peace, until had felt the familiar touch of Yifan lingering on the exposed skin of your cheek. You stirred in your sleep and unbeknownst to you, you smiled out of instinct.

Yifan did this often. He would come into your room when the manor fell quiet and asleep, admiring the image of yourself in deep, tranquil slumber. He thought you looked prettiest like this; eyes closed, lips parted and mind at rest. He knew you also felt better when you were asleep because then you wouldn't have to face your demons, or your brother, which who could also amount to the title of the devil's associate himself.

When his touch could no longer be felt on your skin, you whined involuntarily and called for him.

Yifan couldn't resist you, even from the start when you were just merely the boss' sister, whom he'd have to guard and protect at all costs. "Sleep well now, baby." His voice coaxes you back to sleep.

Morning comes and you're now alone in your bed, much to your dismay. You ran a finger along your cheek, reminiscing the way Yifan's touch had lingered there. You smiled to yourself at the thought of him.

And speaking of the devil, he comes through the door, hair slightly unkempt and lips set in a frown. "Get ready, your brother is coming to visit."

"Brother," the word tastes bitter in your mouth and for one reason only; Junmyeon could never call himself your brother. The man, although sweet and kind towards you, was anything but towards those who worked, or rather slaved, for him and to those who had wronged him or your family.

Yifan sighed. "Please just ready," with that, he leaves and you get out of bed with a roll of your eyes, and a slump of your shoulders.

You always dreaded visits from your brother. Talking to him was like talking to a ticking time bomb. At any given moment, he could explode and the damage was far beyond repair. You've been there many times before, but unlike the rest, you're probably the only one who makes it out alive each time. Being his sister had it's perks, I guess you could say.

You're dressed in white when he comes through the manor's doors. He looks dashing and handsome as per usual; hair slicked back, suit pressed and crisp, and designer shoes shiny and pristine as he takes long strides towards you. You don't bother to hide the displeasure in your face when he stops in front of you. You didn't like your brother, that much was obvious, so why bother hiding it?

Junmyeon tried to give you a smile.

"Y/N," he greets you. "how uhm, how have you been?"

Your gaze hardens and you peer behind his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the pretty plaything he managed to drag along. Poor girl, is all you can think of for her. "I've been better. What about yourself? I see you've brought someone along with you today? She's pretty."

Junmyeon glances behind his shoulder and nods. "She's just a friend —"

"Oh I'm sure she is." Junmyeon narrows his eyes at you as if to tell you to cut it out, but you enjoyed to poke fun at him. It's refreshing to see him all flustered and red. It makes you feel better.

"Ah Yifan, so good to see you." You don't miss the shift in your brother's tone. It sends a chill down your spine. And judging by the sinister glint in his eyes, you figure Junmyeon knows something you don't. "Now that you're here, I'd like to speak to both of you in the dining hall. Perhaps, in private?" You glance over at Yifan for a brief moment, panic evident in your eyes.

Yifan, on the other hand, remains calm and stoic. Not flinching once when your brother sends him and yourself a mischievous stare.

Junmyeon situates himself at the the head of the table because growing up, he's been taught that whoever sat at the head of the table had the most power and Junmyeon knew he had power, a lot of it actually.

He pulls out his gun from it's holster and twirls it around in his hand.

"You both know, especially you Yifan, that I hate it when people deceive me." He starts and you already know where this is going and where this will end. "So imagine my surprise when a little birdy tells me that one of my best men goes behind my back and starts fucking around with my sister." You were caught red handed.

Yifan doesn't even flinch when Junmyeon cocks his pistol and aims it at him.

"I need to hear you both admit it right now. Tell me right now, or I swear to god I will shoot you in the fucking head —"

"Why do you even care, Junmyeon?"

Junmyeon can't contain his shock at your informal addressing towards him. You usually called him oppa, or Junmyeon-oppa. He glared at you. "Why do I even — What do you even mean by that? Of course I care! I'm your brother for god's sake!"

You step in front of Yifan, arms crossed and eyes turned into slits. This was your tipping point.

You scoffed. "You don't act like one, that's for sure."

Junmyeon's eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"You know what I don't get? How can you claim to care for me yet you hurt the people I love, leave me to wither away in this god forsaken mansion? You don't care for me, you don't even love me." Junmyeon had never felt this overwhelmed by hurt in a long time. The last time he felt this way was when your parents had been massacred along with a few of your uncles and close family friends.

"You push me away, locked me in here, and killed our Shownu-oppa and yet demand that I respect and treat you like you're my brother?" Your voice rises with each word your utter and by the end of your sentence, you're screaming your lungs out and crying pathetically.

Yifan has his hands on either side of your waist and this seems to set Junmyeon off. The bullet misses Yifan by millimeters and he cripples to the ground, clutching his ringing ear.

"What the fuck!" You yell at Junmyeon, who looks absolutely livid with his wild, bloodshot eyes.

He stands up from his seat and storms over to where you stood. "Get out of the fucking way." But you stood your ground, shielding Yifan's body with your own.

"Move or I will shoot you." He threatened.

You mocked him. "I dare you."

Junmyeon, blinded by rage, slaps you across the cheek so hard it sends you flying to the floor. Yifan sees this and is quick to tackle Junmyeon to the ground with a yell. "You don't fucking put your hands on her!" He growls in between his jabs.

Yifan is aware that he's a dead man after this whole situation. You don't beat your boss to a pulp and expect to come out alive in the end. Again, there are always consequences to your actions. But for you, Yifan is willing to risk it all.

Hui watches with wide eyes as Yifan lands a particularly hard blow, and a loud crunch could be heard throughout the room. He practically drags Yifan off their boss and rushes to aid Junmyeon, who, by the looks of it, is in pretty bad shape. "Jesus Christ! Yifan, you nearly killed him!" The other men in the room back him into a corner with their guns raised at him.

"Yifan!"

All eyes fall on you and the evident gash on your cheek. There's blood that runs down your face. Junmyeon's ring, the ring that all of the mafia wore, Yifan included, had broke the skin of your face, which resulted in you bleeding profusely. He hit you pretty damn hard.

The pretty girl Junmyeon had brought with him earlier was by his side, wiping away the blood that dripped from the wound on his eyebrow with the sleeves of the blazer she had on and glared at you.

"Get off me, I'm alright!" Junmyeon struggled to get on his feet, but managed anyways. He walked slowly towards Yifan. "You're a fucking dead man, you know that? First, you screw my sister, and now you try to kill me? You have a fucking death wish!" Yifan grins smugly at him. "I should have hit you harder." The first shot was made and the bullet went straight into Yifan's thigh.

You screamed and ran towards Yifan, but you were pulled back by Hui, who looked absolutely mortified in that moment. He didn't want you to get caught in the cross fire.

"Junmyeon stop! Stop it!" But your pleas fell on deaf ears as the second shot echoed in your ears. This time, the bullet dug itself into his arm. "The next bullet is going straight through your fucking head."

You pounded against Hui's chest as you screamed desperately for your brother to stop. "You think killing him will make you a better brother? You think I'd ever forgive you after this? I hate you and I will always hate you no matter what!" That seemed to struck a nerve in Junmyeon as his gun was now aimed at you.

"Shut the fuck up!" He sneered.

Hui's grip seemed to loosen around you, and you took this opportunity to march right up to your brother. "What, you're going to shoot me now? Just like you shot Shownu-oppa? You think you're capable of killing another one of your siblings, huh?"

Tears spilled from the brim of his slightly swollen eyes and it's the first time in a long time you've seen him like this; so vulnerable and hurt.

"Let's face it, Junmyeon. We can never go back to the way we once were, you had decided that the moment you killed our brother."

Junmyeon was practically breathing in your face as he stepped closer. "He killed our parents. He killed aeomma and appa, even Heechul-hyung. You remember Heechul, don't you? He was a kind man, extremely warm and loving. But he's dead and it's all because of Shownu."

You swallowed bitterly. "Our parents weren't good people, nor was Heechul-oppa and you know that. You and I can both attest to their wrong doings. I remember we were kids and you told me, you fucking promised me that you were going to be nothing like them. But here you are now, a monster. Just like our parents. Just like the person you promised you'd never become."

Junmyeon wails and for a moment, you think he'd change his mind, that he'd finally come to his senses. But the gun goes off for the third time and your white dress is tainted in crimson. Your cripple to your knees and you hear Yifan scream in the background.

Junmyeon doesn't even look at you as you bled out on the floor.

"You are a bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" Yifan is red in the face, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watches as you struggle to breathe and cope with the burning sensation in your side. "I'll kill you."

Junmyeon smiles at him. "I'll see you in hell."

Four gun shots and Yifan falls limp to the floor.

Junmyeon sighs. "Get her to Doctor Choi, so he can stitch her up or something."

Everything just happens in a blur and on occasion, you fall in and out of an inviting darkness that wraps itself around you like a warm, cashmere blanket. You had never felt so at peace.

You were half-awake when you hear your brother's soft voice talking to you. "I'm trying. I really am. I don't want you to go down the path I went, or the path Shownu-hyung went. I want you to be different, to be better."

"I'm just scared for you," he admits in a low voice. "All I want is the best for you. Yifan, that man was just going to get you killed. Hell, even being my sister could get you killed. But I just, I don't want to risk it any further." When his lips press against the back of your hand, your heart cries out and you suddenly want to be nine, playing with paper airplanes with Junmyeon and making promises you can't keep.

"I did this for you." He gets up and starts to walk to the exit.

Your eyes flutter open. "You killed the man I love, you could never justify that." Junmyeon spins around and stares at you wide-eyed. "Sometimes, I wish it was you that died and not Shownu-oppa." When the words roll of your tongue, a strange feeling of relief fills your chest along with the bitter taste of regret lingering in your mouth.

Junmyeon nods and smiles softly at you. "Me too, me too."

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Show Me Who You Are Part 2

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Summary:

This series takes place over 20 years of friendship between M’Baku and Gugu a chubby warrior who is stubborn and drives M’Baku wild.

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Gugu watched as M’Baku ran around with the older kids. They used to play together all the time but ever since he turned 12 years old, 11 months ago and started to notice the older girls and began to try to impress the older boys by chasing after them, she has been left out of his after-duty activities. Gugu looked out of the huge windows in the Jabari throne room and saw the storm picking up. The wind was howling, and the snow was falling so fast and so heavy that it completely turned the night sky white, bringing in a dim but shiny reflective light onto the floors.

The room was growing colder and colder even though it was filled with about 60 children. She hated these nights, stormy nights when they put all the kids living in the palace in one room and expected them to take care of the younger children. It was supposed to keep them calm but really it made her even more nervous. Lately, they were put into the throne room once a week, this was the worst Jabari winter in 50 years, at least that what her ninny said last night when she thought Gugu was asleep in her lap. 

She knew it had to be serious because even M’Baku, who claims she is just a child every chance he gets, came and checked on her. She glanced over at him and he smiled wide and bright and pointed to her bag. She knows he’s signaling her to eat the warm cookies she took earlier at dinner, but she huffs and turns back to the wind, snow and the increasing sound of silence.

The silence she soon realized shouldn’t have been the sound greeting her ears and she turned to find M’baku who was descending from the throne to greet his father, M’Kabo. All the children rushed forward and bowed to the king of the Jabari tribe, except Gugu who turned back to the window, worried about her own parents, only after ensuring her baby sister was okay in her little portable bed. 

The white cloud like snow started to fall faster and it looked like someone turned a box of snow upside down and it all fell at one time on a continuous loop and she couldn’t help but wonder where the rest of the Jabari tribe were and how they were holding up outside of the castle. She wanted to be sad over losing M’Baku to the older children, but honestly, she has gained so many new friends since she has convinced her parents to let her attend school outside of the palace that she only misses him when home.

“Gugulethu, why are you not bowing to me? Do you think you are exempt from following the rules... as per usual? Or do you no longer care for your king?” M'Kabo spoke to her but he did not yell like he normally does when disrespected. Gugu has never bowed to him in private but always in public and lately, she has been reserved, and very disobedient.

Gugu sighed and turned around partly, keeping her legs towards the window and her upper body on its side facing the king, “It is you who believes you are better than us. Why do we bow to you? We are all humans, we all bleed, we all die. If you die M’Baku becomes king. Why are we bowing to you when we could turn on you and take you away from being a king? Why not bow to us in appreciation? Why not-“

“Konele! I do not know who this new person is, but you are just a child, and what you speak is repetition from adults. Now tell me little girl, who spoke these evil words about me?” M’kabo walked forward, and everyone parted ways. Gugu stayed in her position but bowed when M”Kabo was directly in front of her.

“The elders in the village say you don’t care about us and you are power hungry. Maybe that’s why your son treat me so poorly now, and why he chases after the older girls even when they tell him to stop”

“Everyone except Gugulethu and her sibling may return to their quarters now, your parents will be in shortly. M’Baku stay”

“Yes baba” M’Baku cut his eyes at Gugu and she rolled her own in return. Gugu was turning 11 soon and that meant M’Baku would be turning 13 and thus be cut off from her until she was 13 and began to train to be his warrior, or healer if her father could convince her, which he couldn’t. 

She hated M'Baku now, she told him so every time he picked on her, defended her, ignored her, spoke to her, snuck her cookies, and even walked her home from school. Well more like followed her home after football practice to make sure no one messed with her, but she knew he was there hiding wherever he could.

“Gugu?”

“Yes, Kaby?”

M’Kabo sighed, he could never win with her, she always called him by his nickname when no one was around. Even now, with her being in trouble she stayed true to herself.

“What is wrong huh? Why are you so angry inside here? Are you not happy? I am a great king. No one is poor in Jabari, no one wants for nothing here. You yourself live in the palace and go to school in the village. Why are you so angry?” M’Kabo asked as he kneeled to her. M’Baku leaned in as well.

“Because I want to be a warrior and you make me train to be a healer. I do not want that for me, my father is a healer and my mother is a healer, but I want to fight! And people are suffering in the villages from the storms and the snow and they are moving to the hotter areas of Wakanda and when they go you turn their homes into nothing and it hurts me and them. They need more protection from the snow, they need more food because it’s too hard to travel up and down the mountains for food when the storms are unpredictable. Your people are starving Kaby and I can’t bring enough food to feed my classmates, so I have to divide it up by days and people and the whole school is starving.” Gugu spoke so fast, made sure she said everything she had to say before he cut her off. She looked up at the king and he looked perplexed by the new information.

Gugu stood and walked over to gather their belongings. She was tired, she had healer training in the morning and M'Baku was just standing there being nothing to her.

“I will visit the villages tomorrow and I will bring them food and I will start on building them sturdier homes and improving the ones they have now. I will turn the empty homes into food shelters, and whatever else the villagers say they need. Thank you for this information, my child. M’Baku see Gugu and Aila to their quarters.”

“Yes Baba”

As soon as they hit the hallway M’Baku paused, “What is wrong with you? Why did you talk to my father that way? Why are you so angry with me?” He looked genuinely concerned but also there was rage brewing behind his eyes.

Gugu shrugged, “Because it was true and because you are mean to me now, you treat me like I am nothing, and my baba says it’s because you are older now, but you are always older now." Gugu looked up at him expectantly, hoping he would remember they were friends but he rolled his eyes and scoffed at her. "I can walk to my home from here with Aila alone Baku.”

“Ungumhlobo wam ozithandayo. Ndiyakuthanda, with all my heart Gugu” M’Baku grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart and smiled a genuine soft smile at her. Gugu scoffed and pulled her hand away and started to storm off.

“We are children Baku, stop playing around, it is storming, and my sister is afraid and you love me not”

“I love you so!”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

M’Baku ran to block her from continuing down the hallway, “I’m going to tell on you if you don’t say it back!”

Gugu tried to move him out of her way but he was too big. His stance was firm and he knew she couldn't move him, so he smirked and stood firm.

“You are always older, but you are also dumber! Big stupid giant!”

“Stupid little girl!”

“I am not a little girl! I am a warrior and I am fierce, and I will beat you one day! Now move!”

“Make me,” M’Baku teased. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough even though they were about the same height, maybe even weight. She sized him up and noticed they were almost equal, she is still a child, baby weight ninny says but Gugu liked being bigger, taller, muscular, chubbier., she liked being her.

“Step aside little prince, or I will tell Kano and M’Kabo you are harassing your favorite friend”

Both children turned around to see Dayo, M’Kabo’s loyal advisor and guard watching them from the doorway of the kitchen. M’Baku stepped to his right to let Gugu pass and Dayo disappeared into the kitchen to be with his husband Tran. Gugu grabbed Aila’s portable crib and began her 15minute journey home to the healing quarters alone. M’Baku still followed her in secret like he does when she’s leaving football practice, except this time she was unaware of the anger he felt towards his actions.

Translations

Konele= Enough

ungumhlobo wam ozithandayo= you are my favorite friend

ndiyakuthanda = I love you

[anonplusultra-blog]

Faux Sèrum

<Hey Elsa, still wake :s|

|Yeah, what up Anna?>

<Just wanted to remind you that you can text me if you feeling| lonely or idk anythin                                                                   |

|Don't worry love, we'll talk at lunch. See ya tmrr babe>

<uh?. kay G'night babe?|

Well she did sounded happier than our emotional lunch a couple days ago. But 'babe', I didn't think Elsa was the type of girl that would call her friends babe, she is usually more reserved and formal, even when addressing me, her own sister.

My phone clock said it was fifteen past one, I really hope she gets some sleep, she already missed Literature yesterday because she over slept.

My eyes were almost giving up the fight, my breath became slower and I was finding the sweet spot laying on my side... until my eyes connected with pale green bright ones across my bed. "Aah! Oh, its just- I'm sorry Rory, but your eyes were like ghostly for a sec. Uh did my phone wake you up?"

"Not really, I was thinking about a story I read this afternoon online, it was about these two brothers that had a legal dispute over the rights to an App that got very popular lately. And then I was thinking about you and Elizabeth, as a complete opposite to their relationship" Is she...who's Elizabeth? "You and your sister seem to be really close. I'm an only child so I guess always wanted a sister. I mean Malena... my step mom is like an older sister to me, almost. She is turning thirty two this month and I'm nineteen, but to be honest she looks younger"

"Wait, you're older than me... how?, you look like thirteen. Are you sure you're not like a fairy or one of those kids from Peter Pan's stories?" I really thought she was some sort of genius thirteen year old that got here for her brains. And she is so cute! "You are adorable"

"Should I take that as a compliment" aw, is she blushing? Wait-wait a second. Am I, am I flirting with Rory? Sure, she is mysterious and a cutie but. Oh, I think I'm flirting with her. It wouldn't be the first time, and we're not in high school anymore, this won't be one of those hey let's be lez and make out for funsies, we are adults now, we could be girlf-partn-we might be serious about it. Take it slow, she might not be into girls, there are still straight girls... probably out there in the world. And even if they feel attracted to other girls it might not be serious.

"Hum, yeah. Totally babe" real smooth you dumb dumb "I mean its totally late" saved! "Yaaaaawn~, goodnight Rory".

I couldn't keep eye contact with her after that and pretended to be sleeping by facing to the wall and hugging my pillow tight. I wonder what was keeping Elsa up this late, and well I have to tell her about Rory and I'm sure she will support me, and maybe she will finally come out of the closet.

Elsa has never had a boyfriend... or a girlfriend either, but I know she is not asexual. I once saw her laptop's browser history, her searches where mostly about something called first time videos, no boys in those videos for what I watched.

She didn't have a date for prom, instead she asked me to be her date which was very sweet but it was when Hans and I were dating. That did not end well, Elsa went back into a depression which I could help her overcome, I had to, it was my fault after all. Hans wasn't even worth it, he just wanted to fulfill some sexual fantasy. Asshole. I regret dating him, Elsa was right about him all along.

Ugh, why is sleeping so hard now! Every time I try to stop thinking and sleep, I start thinking about Elsa or Rory, or both. I guess I can't wait 'till tomorrow, I'll send Elsa a text. No! I can't wake her up just for that!

Even if I get any sleep, tomorrow is going to be a hard day...

And indeed it was. I was so distracted by the sleep deprivation that during volley classes I broke my 'ball to the face' record. Although one of them was because I thought seeing Elsa, guess I got hit in the head a lot that day. The last time Elsa came to one of my games or practices was back in high school. Her excuse for not coming to see me was that our uniforms were too revealing and uncomfortable to wear and some weird feminist term I can't quite recall. I never told her that I helped designing the Arendelle's Amazons team uniform.

ooo

Today was a hard day. All thru the night I had to fight the urge to comply to mirror's Anna requests. Since two days ago, when I decided to own the wrong feelings towards my sister, and accepted her fictional kisses and roaming hands, Anna has gotten bolder and is firmly determined to go where no other has ever been.

She wants us to do something so despicable... yet I know she only wants it because, I, because I want her too. But we can't. I had complied and let her touch me lustfully from head to toe. I have felt her hands massage, squeeze and pinch into the soft flesh of my breasts, her lips and saliva seducing my neck, my fingers, my nipples, my nose and my lips. I let her feel all of me... except for my sex. There is where I've drawn a line. Its ridiculous and even I find it a nuisance, but once we cross that invisible line, we could no longer be who we are now. We would no longer be human, we would be no better than animals. How could I do that to her if I love her, strip her away from her humanity, making her but a lust beast.

The only way I have managed to stop her from advancing any further is exercise. I have done about a hundred squats or even more, maybe the sore muscles are enough punishment in her eyes or she ends up as tired as I am by the end of the day. Mirror Anna had the idea of visiting the real Anna's volley practice this morning, and she did, she even took some photos of Anna. I still don't get why an athlete has to wear those tiny shorts to play volley. Which is the same reason I'm doing squats five minutes before Anna comes to my dorm with pizza slices and probably looking... I need more squats.

Knock-Knock. The sound from the lower part of the door, Anna was kicking the wood, her hands must be occupied with the pizza. I'm sitting on the floor, sweating and sore, my muscles inflamed and my mind... pure. I force my self up, a grunt escaping my throat. "I'm coming, Anna, just a second" every step a needle of quick pain thru my legs. I take a deep breath and turn the knob opening the door and inviting Anna in.

"Pizza is here!" said my sister cheerful as ever.

She indeed had a nine inch plain white box, a can of coca~cola for us to share and a pair of straws. And then I had to look at her, her beautiful face holding an honest warm smile my face can't avoid replicating. I take the box from her and place it on the desk going around my bed, Anna tilts her head to right showing confusion. She kicks her shoes off and walks thru the bed setting down the coke on the desk and sitting down on my bed.

She looks at me joyfully and pats the spot to her left presenting it for me to sit by her side. I can't help but smiling and feeling a blush crawl under my cheeks. I took of my sneakers and took a step forwards when Anna extended her hand in front of her signaling me to stop. "Are those new pants?" her chocolate eyebrows knitted together.

"N-No, m-m-mom gave th-these yoga pan-nts t-t-to me last christ-t-tmas" I was stuttering so much, why?

"Are you sure, you look different. Twirl for me, babe." B-babe?! Where did that came from? Do I really look strange? But, as per usual, I did as Anna requested. "No no. Slower" And I did it again, slower this time.

"S-s-ssee, the same old p-p-pa-ants." her face was thoughtful and intense. And her next words were, acute to say the least.

"Your ass got bigger. But bigger good, you know, not fat or immense. Just fuller, um, how can I... your butt looks good in those pants" We were both blushing red and hot like a flame. And a awkward silence set in for a few seconds longer than I would like it to be.

"I-I-I squats...an-d-d-d thank y-y-you An-Anna" she bursted in a laughter and I followed. She fell on her back as she tried to recover from our cackling up.

I sat down next to her still chuckling a bit. Her skirt had risen a couple of inches up and her thighs were at full display, but what my eyes were seeking for was barely peeking into my sight, her green- No! stop it. Pizza night, and that's it. Behave like a sentient being Elsa, focus. I looked away from her and my eyes met the mirror across the dorm. And I saw myself kissing Anna, like I would kiss the other Anna. Shook my head to make sure it was nothing more than a mere mesmerism. It was.

Anna sit up and wipe some tears the laughing had brought to her eyes. "We are such dorks. Oh, that made me so hungry. Let's eat before the pizza gets cold and our can of soda gets warm" if only she knew how hard this visit has been to me.

We ate the pepperoni and cajun style spiced slices of pizza, and clean the fatty oily sensation drinking the can of soda with two straws, one for each, although, I worry I might have sipped from Anna's a few times both being identical white plastic same lengthened generic straws. This night was the best I had in a long time, but it was fated to die.

All the fun, our pleasant chat, all would end with Anna going back to her own dorm.

Anna got up and stretched until her back pop the air off her spine joints and mewl with satisfaction. She put on her shoes back and took a last look at the mirror to check her makeup. "My dorm doesn't have a mirror"

"Please stay! Jus-Just-t-t for the night, please, An-Anna."

She turned to me with a disappointing look, I knew what her answer was going to be "I can't stay Elsa, I'm sorry. but, I have Volley courses tomorrow early in the morning".

It hurt. Having her just for a moment every day, when I deserved to have her by my side. I felt anger, sadness, yearning all bottled up in my chest ready to burst. "I-I don't care ab-bout your stupid volley. Y-you only play it because of the slut uniforms they wear..." hot tears ran thru my face as I collapsed to my knees. Why was I pushing her away? Why couldn't I just... accept it, that there is no Anna and Elsa, not in the way my mind has made it to be lately.

But then warmth wrapped my body, Anna was holding me, on her knees, crying. I don't deserve her. "I know how much it hurts Elsa, and believe me, it hurts me too. And calling me a slut or whore or a cunt, will not work on me, you can't hurt me, because you love me more than anyone will ever love me, and we know that".

I don't deserve her.

My tears kept rolling down my cheeks, like healing rain, cleansing the pressure off my chest. My eyes seek hers, I swallow hard and cease breathing, my lips draughting a kiss that Anna with no hesitation participates in. Chaste, nothing but a peck for her, but to me... it was a promise. A promise to Anna, 'I will try'.

Anna still loves to break mom's rule. I know that, as chaste as our kisses are, siblings our age don't kiss each other on the lips, but we are not just siblings, not just sisters... we are special. And I think she missed this too. Not in the same way I do, but it still makes me feel a little better.

"There, better now sweetie?" I was, so I nodded "Uhm, so, my roommate Rory, well..." she was scratching the back of her neck and her eyes leaving mine "she told me about this social worker that can help... us, with, well you know like therapy. We could go tomorrow... if you want of course."

"M-m-maybe it would hel-p. Th-th-thanks, An-nn-na, for being here for me" she fought tears creeping in her eyes and helped me get up.

We said goodnight, and she left. I closed the door and there in front of me was Anna in the mirror sitting on the bed and pretending to be weary.

"Finally, she left. I really thought for a moment there that she would ruin our night. And... tonight will be the night, right babe?"

I did not responded. But instead, I undressed and hid myself under the red wig.

I did not want to fight myself no more.

Tonight was going to be the night.

Tonight, I would stop being a human...

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Watch It

A/N: Also slightly based off of the song “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran. I hope you guys like it! It turned into something much longer than I expected.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 3,291

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Anon said: “I thought of a Roomies thing that maybe plays into the direction of their storyline you might be headed in?? Y/n is having a rough night, and she doesn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, but on this particular night, Isaac isn’t home. After/while debating with herself over it she tentatively creeps across the loft to Derek’s room and peers in, before changing her mind at the last minute. As she goes to creep back to her room again, he’s like “what the hell is it you’re doing?” And-she’s caught in the headlights of Derek’s glowing alpha eyes. Basically, she ends up staying in Derek’s bed, and they predictably are awkward and funny but it’s ultimately sweet?? Idk, if it’s a bad idea don’t worry about it or anything haha ☺️x”

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Anon said: “derek x reader based on bad liar by selena gomez pls?”

Xxx

You tossed and turned, battling with the sheets just as much as you were your mind. They wrapped around you like a cocoon from the way you must have thrashed in your sleep, keeping you confined to the bed like restraints. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, waking up as a human burrito was actually quite calming, but the thoughts that came to mind every time you closed your eyes just made the safe swaddle feel like a strangling stronghold.

You chuckle at the thought. You could be quite poetic with the right amount of sleep deprivation.

You huffed, slapping a hand to your forehead. Of course tonight was the night Isaac was gone, out on some night patrol with Peter per request of Scott because of some tiny, but disturbing, series of events that had everyone in the pack on edge.

Water. A glass of the cold liquid would surely scare away the demons, right? After all, most of your thoughts consisted of flames and burning things, so water it was.

After fighting with the sheets wrapped around you for too long a time to be reasonable, you plopped to the floor with a soft thud, moaning gently before you rose to your feet, dragging them sleepily across the floor, not even putting in the effort to lift them even a little. This proved a bit harder to handle as you made your way across the concrete floors of the living room, proving to be a slick ice to your sock clad feet, and you floundered just a little before regaining your footing.

You stopped to huff at an extremely slippery spot, glaring at the floor as if it would submit to the slant of your eyebrows, when a thought occurred to you. Derek’s room was directly to your right. A few more feet and you could be in the presence of another breathing being, and away from the ice skating hell you were currently trying to navigate.

Pondering on the pros and cons of dealing with a sleepy, grumpy Derek, tossing your head slightly from side to side as you discussed it with yourself silently in your head, absently staring out the large windows in the living room, you gave a huff of defeat, deciding it wasn’t worth it, and continued to make your way to the kitchen, beginning the awkward shuffle again.

Two steps in and you suddenly fell straight backwards, the wind knocked out of you, which helped to muffle the squeak of surprise you tried to hold back. Hopping back up to your feet with surprising grace that made you arch an eyebrow in question at the concrete, you quickly glanced to the side and took in a sharp breath, waiting for the heavy footfalls of just woken up Derek to come, but they didn’t.

Keeping an eye on your feet, you slid slowly toward the opening that led to Derek’s room, concentrating on his even breaths and the motion of your socks so they didn’t slide too far out of your control.

You made it to the edge of his door frame, scuttling the whole way, and not until you were safe around one edge of the frame did you decide to look up and chance a glance into the Alpha’s room, peeking around the corner.

Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you saw Derek was still sound asleep in his bed. You scoffed. He was even snoring.

Looking back towards the kitchen with determination, you finally scrambled to the room, got the damn glass of water, and decided to sip it on your way back to bed.

Tiptoeing back to the middle of the living room, a song that had been on the radio repeatedly suddenly popped into your head, and you felt the urge to move. You sighed. If anything, it would help shake off the nightmare jitters, and as a bonus, there were no witnesses. This last thought made you smile, and turning your back to the room, you used your sock clad feet to your advantage, successfully moonwalking across the room.

Smiling widely as you balanced the glass in your hand, you turned to look over your shoulder to make sure your path was still clear of furniture, before you turned to look forward out the windows again, stopping mid step when you caught a pair of eyes on you from the room to your right, red and glowing.

“What the hell is it you’re doing?”

His voice startled you, and you froze like a deer in the headlights as his red eyes focused on you, his eyebrows practically knit together in a questioning scowl, his arms crossed per usual, and his back against his headboard.

“I, um-” You gulped, the action causing you to jostle a little bit, splashing a little water on your hand, and you remembered the cup. Looking to it quickly, you held it up, wiggling it in indication, and pointing to it lamely with your free hand, as you turned your face back to Derek, smiling sheepishly. “Water,” you chuckled nervously, waiting a moment before taking a large sip of it awkwardly. You could write poetry about being stuck in your comforter, but when actually required to speak, you found yourself at a loss for words.

Grimacing at the awkward silence that had hung in the room for far too long, you looked out the windows again before asking, “How much did you see?”

“Well, first,” he sighed, settling into a more comfortable and less imposing position, leaning his head back against the headboard before continuing. He was drawing this out on purpose. You rolled your eyes. “You shuffled around in a sleep dazed stupor, before falling on your ass. Then you were just doing a bad moonwalk. But it was surprisingly good for having just wiped out a few minutes ago. That looked painful.” He was smirking.

“So you saw everything.” Your voice was a deadpan, unamused at his amusement.

“You were sliding around like a baby penguin,” he said with a smile.

You looked back up to him from where you had been staring at your feet. “Well, if you didn’t keep the floors so freaking slippery, that wouldn’t be the case!”

He shrugged. “I like the advantage incase we ever get ambushed. Keeps people on their toes. Quite literally.”

You groaned at the pun, and he laughed softly, and you couldn’t help but join him.

“So what has you up and about at this hour?” He sighed.

“I, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Isaac’s out. My comforter ate me,” you ignored his raised eyebrow of confusion, “so I decided to get some water.” Somehow you had migrated further into the room while you spoke, now officially over the threshold, and trying to look at ease without slipping on the cement floor that extended into his room.

Derek motioned you over to the bed. “You look like a baby deer trying to walk. Just come sit here.” He patted the spot beside him.

“I don’t want to keep you up-”

“I was already up,” he smiled sadly. You understood. Both being the soul, or among the few, survivors of house fires, you shared an unspoken bond, morbid as it may seem.

You sat on top of the comforter, making the mattress bounce and Derek groan slightly. “Hey, watch it.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to move to a comfortable position with as little movement as possible, making the mattress shake again, and successfully spilling your water in an impressive display of distance to the opposite side of the king sized bed.

You stilled, staring at it with jaw dropped, not even daring to glance at Derek, his low, annoyed growl saying enough.

“Sorry,” you winced. Slowly you lowered your arm, placing the empty cup on the bedside table nearest you.

Derek sighed heavily, pulling his hand roughly down his face, but not saying anything more about it.

“You have a gigantic bed,” you mused after a moment, feeling the need to break the tension.

“If that is your subtle way of asking for a bigger one in your room, that’s a no.”

You rolled your eyes at his grin he tried to keep hidden, crossing your arms. “Fine. I’ll just come use yours whenever I need to sprawl. Seriously, it’s like the size of my whole room!”

He laughed. “No, it’s not, but fine. You are free to spend as much time here as you need.” Then a little quieter, “Lord knows I could use the company.”

You both now sat side by side, arms crossed as you leaned against the headboard. The silence was comfortable, until Derek broke it with an amused, “So, your comforter ate you?”

You groaned, throwing your head back and letting it thump against the headboard, making you wince slightly. “That’s what you got out of that conversation?” You grumbled as you rubbed the back of your head, accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs in the process.

“Hello! Personal bubble! You’re in it!” Derek sounded annoyed, but teasing, making hand gestures to the area in question.

You groaned again, louder this time, and once again threw your head back to stare at the ceiling, but careful to stay clear of the headboard this time. “The bed is huge! Why aren’t you over there?“ You motioned blindly to the empty space on the other side of Derek.

When he didn’t respond immediately, you turned your head to look at him, and saw his “I’m not amused” eyebrows raised. “Because ‘over there’ is wet because of a baby penguin sliding around the loft.”

You couldn’t contain your snort of laughter, staring at the obviously soaked spot. “That sounds like a serious problem.”

“It is,” Derek’s voice was still flat, but you could tell he was amused, the corners of his mouth trying to twitch up.

“You need to get that looked into.”

“I will. First thing tomorrow.” He smiled.

The AC kicked on and you shivered slightly. Pulling back the covers you sat on, well, pulling them out from under you, nearly making you roll off the bed, he covered you with the sheets, and instantly you felt better, his heat radiating underneath the material, keeping it warm, and making it feel safe.

You couldn’t help but smile, too. “Okay. Good. In the meantime, touch my calves with your icicles you call feet, and die.”

“The baby penguin is so cute when it squeaks.” You elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to hiss out in pain. “Fine. Point taken.” He chuckled. “It’s an evil penguin.”

You turned to face him again, laughing a bit yourself. “For the love of God, drop the penguin!”

“Fine.” Without warning, Derek had given you a swift shove, trying to push you out of the bed, and you let out a small startled scream, flailing to try and grab hold to something. Laughing, you grabbed onto his arms, yelping as you got closer and closer to the edge, and he laughed with you. In a last ditch effort, you wrapped him in a hug right as you were about to fall off the edge, and he back pedaled when it was clear if you went down, you were taking him with you.

Both of you were laughing loudly, only to have it slowly fade as you realized just how close you two had gotten in the little exchange, your bodies practically flush with one another, your noses almost touching, and the breath from the laughter fanned across the other’s face.

Pulling you back onto the bed with admissions of defeat, you swatted his arm once you were safely under the covers again, still shoulder to shoulder.

Suddenly letting out a yawn, you shook your head, confused. “Looks like I won’t be very good conversation tonight. All that lost sleep finally just caught up to me.”

Sliding down so he was fully under the covers as well, he nodded, stretching before plopping his head down to the pillow, pulling the sheets all the way to tuck under his chin as he laid on his side, facing away from you. “Me, too. Suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open.”

Snuggled into the sheets yourself, you sighed contentedly, turning so your back was to him. “Goodnight, Derek.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to let you stay,” he said jokingly, his voice fading to sleep.

You laughed softly. “Oh, I’m not assuming. I know. I’ll fight your demons away if you fight mine.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said through a smile, his voice fading to sleep quickly, and you followed shortly after.

Xxx

In the middle of the night, Derek woke to the odd feeling of what seemed to be spiderwebs on his face. Blinking his eyes open blearily, he realized it was just your hair. Somehow the two of you had ended up in the middle of the bed, your back nestled into his chest, his arm over your waist that held you close.

Somehow all he could bring himself to do was smile as sleep claimed him once again.

Xxx

Several hours later, he woke to a tickle at the back of his neck. Gently looking over his shoulder he realized the two of you were now in a mirror position of earlier, him wrapped in your arms as you snored gently, little puffs of breath tickling the back of his neck.

And he smiled. He didn’t even mind being the little spoon. So far since you had come into the room like a baby deer on ice, both of you had slept soundly, the nightmares not even daring to try and enter either of your dreamscapes for the rest of the night.

He didn’t question it, he simply settled back in as sleep took him once again.

Xxx

Blinking your eyes open to see the sun had come up, you turned to the sound of footsteps by the front door of the loft, the metal of sliding door still ringing from having just been shut.

Suddenly Isaac and Peter came into view, at first paying you and Derek no mind, but once they glanced into the room, they both stopped, doing a double take.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you turned your head gently to the side from where you lay on your back, your eyes widening when you came face to face with Derek, everything from the night before playing on warp speed through your mind.

He lay on his side facing you, his arm across your waist, holding you tight, and your legs tangled together. It was like you were magnets, or something. There was no space between the two of you, and that should have been uncomfortably hot because of werewolf temperatures running higher, but the warmth made you feel safe, and his breath fanning against your face like the night before only added to the fuzzy feeling in your head still heavy with sleep.

He must have felt your eyes on him. “What?” Derek grumbled, cracking one eye halfway open. “Did something happen? Is anyone dead?” When you didn’t answer he opened his eyes all the way, finding that you were no longer looking at him, but toward the foot of the bed. Turning, he met the stares of Isaac and Peter, both of them smirking.

“Um, Derek, not that I’m complaining, but, how did this,” you lightly gestured to the two of you, “happen?”

“Yeah, Derek, how’d it happen?” Isaac taunted.

“You have a king sized bed, Derek, I need an explanation,” Peter pressed, smirking when Derek growled at him.

Derek looked at you, then the position the two of you were in before sighing in defeat. “It was because of the water.” He met your gaze, nodding his head over his shoulder to the spot.

“The water?” Isaac sounded confused.

“The water?” Peter echoed, just as confused.

“Yeah, the water.” You mused with a smirk. Untangling yourself from the sheets - muttering ‘let go of me’ which made Derek chuckle and say a soft, ‘oh, now I understand what you meant’ to which you said a quiet, ‘right?!’, and earning weird looks from Peter and Isaac - you reached over across Derek and patted the spot. “It’s dry now.”

“Yeah, Derek, it’s dry now,” Isaac said playfully.

“It’s dry now,” Peter repeated, almost laughing.

Derek huffed. “Well I obviously didn’t know that in my sleep!”

Isaac and Peter looked to you, not knowing what the hell you were talking about, and just waited to see what the appropriate response should be.

You nodded, smiling softly, accepting the answer. “Point taken.”

“Understood,” Isaac smiled.

“Affirmative,” Peter drawled with a grin.

Derek sighed, relieved. “Thank you.”

You got out of the bed and stretched before walking to the doorway. “Doesn’t change anything though,” you said in a sing song voice before sliding an admittedly epic sock slide toward the kitchen.

“Oh hell, what now?” Derek’s voice at your back made you laugh.

Sliding back into view, Derek rolled his eyes and plopped back on the bed when he saw you, a bowl and spoon in each hand, the lip of a cardboard carton of milk held in your teeth, and five boxes of cereal, one under each arm and three between your legs, causing you to have to waddle the last few feet before launching onto the bed, bouncing slightly.

Releasing the milk carton, you handed Derek a bowl and spoon, setting your own down on the bed before laying all the cereal boxes out on display in front of you so you could choose. You smirked, casting Derek a quick glance before studying your cereal options. “Breakfast. Duh. Not all penguins are heartless, geeze.”

Peter and Isaac looked thoroughly confused, but decided against asking more questions about the bed to instead ask about food.

“What, none for us?” Isaac asked, hand held to his heart in mock shock.

“None for you,” you said looking to him with a grin.

“None for you,” Derek repeated, smiling with a soft shake of his head.

“But what about me?” Peter sounded like he already knew the answer.

“What about you?” You raised your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Yeah, what about you, Peter?” Derek said before eating a bite of cereal.

“Well now this is just getting rude,” Peter said in mock insult before turning to Isaac. “Would you care to join me in the kitchen for some cereal without these two losers?” Casting a sideways glance to the spread of boxes on the bed, he quickly reached out and grabbed his favorite, holding it close to his chest.

Grabbing his own box, Isaac smiled. “Nah, I’ll just get a bowl and spoon and then come back in here.” He turned to Derek. “That is okay, right? I can sit with you guys?”

Derek smiled around the spoon in his mouth and nodded enthusiastically.

You laughed. “Yes, Isaac. Come sit at the cool kids table. You can have the seat right next to me,” you gestured to the large vacant part of the mattress beside you, earning a wide smile from him.

Turning, he went to get a bowl and spoon for himself only to find Peter already extending them to him with one hand. In the other was a bowl already filled with cereal from the open box held tightly and protectively under his arm.

“Can I sit with you guys, too?”

You pointed to the area where you had spilled the water last night. “If you sit over there.”

He immediately went to sit but stopped just inches short before standing again, looking at you and Derek with narrowed eyes. “First explain why it was wet and why the hell we are talking about penguins.”

Xxx

Tags: @evyiione, @mayahart02, @palaiasaurus64, @wolfshifter4life What’s this?

[0225pm]

04 dec 2017

yooohoo

so it's currently 11:43pm and i'm writing this in the toilet as i poop.

didn't do much today but i met dayah and we went to bedok singpost for awhile in the afternoon cus she had to top up the current for the house. and then we went to bedok mall to have our late lunch. i suggested eating at fish n chicks cus i really wanted to try their hawaiian chicken set but we ended up just having lunch at 18chefs instead cus she didn't really feel like having anything there after looking at the menu. kinda bummed but i guess there's always a next time (hopefully!!). i wanted to have my usual (the tomyum fusilli or the curry rice with beef) but didn't wanna go over my budget of 10 bucks so i just got the cheese baked rice under the student meal which is also my usual when i wanna eat something nice and filling but at the same time still save!! cus their student meal automatically comes with a drink (the standard ice lemon tea) and dessert (ice cream of the day). so for about $10 or less, you practically get a whole meal which to me is really worth it if you feel like having "normal" food instead of fast food all the time.

after our lunch, she had to fill the current up so we went back to her place and i waited for her with the neighborhood cat. super cute, i should have taken a photo so i post it here but i didn't lol. and then she booked an appointment at the doctor's cus of an injury she had during her trip at pulau ubin. damn clumsy af wth. her hands and a side of her face were covered in scars from all the thorns and she has a really bad bruise around her abdomen and bladder area wtf. i fuckig told her to go for an xray since it's such a sensitive area but stubbornly refused zz no matter how many times i advised her to.

but ya anyway while waiting for her appointment, han suddenly called me and asked me if i want to accompany him cut his hair or not today. i said yes!! cus i told him before to bring me if he wants to cut his hair but i can only leave around 7 or so i thought.... cus i actually reached his place around 9 lol. i felt bad just leaving dayah there so i waited till she sees the doctor before i left and took an uber down to han's place. unfortunately, by the time we reached the barbershop it was already 9:15pm and they closed at 9pm so we actually missed it by 15 minutes. sadly.

then han raged like a madman for awhile, kinda like a screaming child throwing a little bit of tantrum (jk lol i love you bb!!!!!!) because he really wanted to get a haircut today. he couldn’t tahan how long and bushy his hair has become cus he felt rimas hahahaha. imo, he can style his hair up a little like what he did last time since his fringe was getting in the way but lol i didn’t really suggest that to him just now cus i don’t think he’ll do it even hahahahha. and then he had a short moment of regret cus he felt that he should have just went ahead and got his hair cut, instead of waiting for me and going together.

after he was done being a madman, we walked towards the mrt because there’s an eatery nearby selling really cheap food, something like ananas. and he bought set A which is nasi lemak. there were pretty much only noodles and other fried food available since the eatery was already preparing to close for the day. 

then we walked around, to look for a sitting area at the void deck so he can sit down and eat. honestly, it would have been easier if we just go sit at his block’s void deck, but i was trying to avoid all chances of seeing his mom since i wasn’t properly dressed. the thing about me is that, i like wearing shorts or skirts more than jeans or pants or whatever long bottoms because i feel so restricted covering up all the skin on my legs (lol) but at the same time, i think it is rude for me to show up with a “naked” bottom, especially in front of the older generations. i think most malays (muslims) can relate to this. like tbh, my parents are super okay with me wearing shorts or skirts out but i don’t want to give a bad impression to others you know. and like, i know i should be myself and all but i don’t want to put whatever good (i hope) impression his mom have of me in jeopardy (even tho she already saw me wearing a skort ONCE). and tbh it is hard for me to be super comfortable around his mom cus she seems so traditional. like you cannot have any skinship because it’s haram and all lol whereas for my mom, she’s like super duper ok with skinship (she kept teasing me by saying things like “ooooh later far touch touch here (my thighs)” whenever i wear shorts/skirts out to meet han) but ya like apparently she’s totally fine with skinship. like even when han went over to my aunt’s and then sat beside me, being all chummy and touchy by laying on my thighs, or my shoulders, holding my hand etc, she didn’t even say anything when she saw it. it’s like she’s totally ok and sometimes i feel like she’s even encouraging the skinship actually LOLLLLLLLL istg!!!!

ok ya then we walked around looking for seats, petted some cats (we saw 4 cats!!!) and then finally just decided to walk back towards another block near the mall and found an empty sitting area!!! han ate and then we talked about his work, and other stuff. today was also the day i realised that han doesn’t like jobs that are gaji buta HAHAHAH. he prefers to be doing something on the job rather than just idling away not doing anything. but he also told me that he might not be able to last long at his current workplace due to experience-wise as well as the people there who are not really willing to teach him hands-on. just passing him some paper/manual thingy and asked him to read it instead of using his phone. tbh i find that quite shitty???? it was pretty much mundane at the start of the day until he was given a task to cut boards thingy till the end of his shift.  by 1030pm he was already getting really sleepy and tired, i guess his body clock is rewiring itself since it was pretty much fucked during the weekends and then i suggested that i should go home then so he can have an early rest. our meetup was short but honestly it was worthwhile going back and forth just to see him even if there wasn’t any skinship involved. and i’m not sure if he feels the same way but to me, just being around him makes me happy tbvh. like we don’t even have to be looking at each other or whatever, but his presence makes me feel like i’m not alone. i’m not talking about companionship but like you know the feeling of being able to share someone’s joys and pains. ya it’s that kind of feeling. i don’t think i explained it very well but i think you somewhat get the gist of it. then he wanted to book a grab home for me even though i said it was ok and i can just take the train cus it was only about 1030pm anyway and there’s still trains available probably up to 11+ even!! i told him to save his money (cus he got his pay of 3 days! the company damn good sia i thought usually most companies will bring forward the extras to the next month) but he stubbornly refused and still wanted to book a grab home for me so i gave in and since i haven’t had dinner, i told him that i wanna singgah 7-11 for awhile to get something to eat.

initially i was looking at getting a tuna onigiri (number 1 fav onigiri filling!!) and then i saw garlic + cheese bread and i really like garlic bread as well even though your breath will stink for abit due to the garlicky flavor but lmao idc and thought of getting both the garlic bread and the onigiri. but then i walked around and saw nissin’s cup noodle which is my second fav brand of cup noodles for tom yum flavor!!!! super love because the soup base is spicy and sour and salty wah damn shiok la but i don’t think it can beat this other brand that i super love but idk the name of the brand cus its in another language lol i think chinese???? but it’s only sold at sheng siong outlets and it costs about 90cents per cup. fucking nice istg it’s the most spiciest tom yum/shrimp flavored cup noodles i have ever tried. if i can find it one day, i’ll remember to snap a photo of it! ok but ya so i ended up getting one cup noodle, the garlic bread and instant tteokbokki. tbh i want to spend all my money on 7-11 HAHAHAHHA i love instant fooooood so unhealthy but so good wth!!!! why do unhealthy food taste so good omg 

and then han grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store cus he knows if we stay there any longer i might make impulse purchases on food haahahahahah

after that he booked a grab for me which i had to share with someone else apparently cus the person was already on the ride. tbh i don’t mind sharing but i don’t really like sitting in the front cus super leceh esp with my bulky bag all then still must put on seatbelt (ya ok i know actually should put on seatbelt at the back also just in case anything happens) but ya then i told han that if there’s only one rider i’m gonna sit at the back je. the grab came and then we quickly kissed and hugged each other goodbyes and yesss lol i sat at the back cus there was only one rider sitting on the left so i decided to just sit on the right instead of the front hahahahahhaha the guy inside was kinda shock that i chose to sit behind i think cus usually second riders would rather sit in the front than with another random passenger at the back but lol idrc. then the driver dropped me off first. i got home around 1130pm, the journey felt so long but yet so fast lololol but by the time i’m home, han already ko HAAHAHAHHA

it’s gonna be another working day for him tomorrow!! second day of the week, 3 more days to go :>

jiayou my sayang hehe i love you!!! <3