#if there was shooting already scheduled and it had to be pushed back- those delays themselves couldve cost a lot of money

[aidenwaites]

the thing about severance s2 in regards to being very expensive + their use of CGI is that honestly there's a chance some of their more subtle use of CGI probably costs more than some Marvel feats of CGI

[irisintheafterglow]

lights, camera, bitch, smile!

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: taylor swift - "i can do it with a broken heart"

summary: it's your first time headlining the biggest music festival in the country, and your guitarist is nowhere to be found. good thing your other headliner-- and billboard chart rival-- can play guitar, right? right? (rockstar!gojo x popstar!reader)

wc: 2.73k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader but gn pronouns used, rivals to lovers, he falls first, mild angst (descriptions of a panic attack)/fluff with happy ending

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“You’re sure the flight is still running late?” You plead, head in your hands as the tech lead, your publicist, and your manager sit apologetically on the other sofa in your trailer. “We can’t send out a car to go grab them from the airport as soon as they land?”

“Getting off festival grounds will be hard enough, not to mention battling the traffic of incoming guests,” the tech guy reminds you with a shake of his head, exhaling deeply as his radio crackles, another warning that you need to be on stage to sound check. In a matter of hours, you would be headlining the biggest music festival in the country, and both your guitarists were stranded hundreds of miles away. They should have known better than to take a gig right before the festival, but you let them do it anyway because it was only a 30 minute flight between the airports. But, after a stray bird flock nearly downed another passenger plane, the tarmac was backed up for the time being. “Can you try asking around to see if someone can fill in for them?”

“And maybe hire them instead,” your publicist mutters under her breath, seething. You shoot her a wry smile, absentmindedly fidgeting with the plug of your in-ear monitors.

“The band is out trying to find guitarists, but it’ll be hard to ask someone to fill in because of scheduling issues and the number of stages there are this year.” Your manager takes a peek at her watch and looks at you with regret. “You need to go soundcheck, guitarists or not.” 

“We have a drummer, a bassist, two keyboardists, and a vocalist. You’re gonna make them go out there with a jazz band and expect them to sing the biggest pop songs on the planet?” Your publicist, bless her heart, voices what you’d been dreading since you got the call from your lead guitarist. It was the biggest test to your professionalism since your career took off and you silently wished you’d paid attention to those tour bus guitar lessons. “How bad would it be to push back the set, even thirty minutes?”

“Bad, very bad. There’ve already been more delays than anticipated that aren’t music related,” the tech lead replies with a grimace. Your publicist curses under her breath and gives you a look telling you to get on stage. “And, it’s too late to fly in guitar tracks, even if we had them.” Shit. You’d just have to trust your team to figure something out, you figure, grabbing your sunglasses from the coffee table and exiting the trailer. 

The rest of your band is already plugged in by the time the golf cart drives you to the main stage where you’d be performing. The ruthless summer sun competed with barely any clouds, blazing anything in its sight and leaving you breaking a sweat, even in the shade. A stage hand slips a wireless pack onto the waistband of your shorts and the click of the volume knob brings you the dweedling sounds of your band. The audience lot is relatively empty, thankfully, save for a few brave souls who were taking care of sound. Steeling your nerves, you shoot the audio tent a thumbs up, pop in your in-ears, and wait for the click track to run. 

CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and– 

The synth intro of your walkout song rings concerningly quiet in your ears and you tap your in-ears a few times, signaling the sound tent with a thumbs-up until the rest of the keyboards are audible. Not a great start to sound check, but that’s what this time was for, right?

CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Drums and bass in. 1…2…1-2-3 and– 

Nothing. 

The click continues its monotonous beat and you vaguely make out bass at the bottom of your mix, but you and your drummer look at each other with the same confused expression. She taps her ears, shaking her head. 

“W-Wait, wait, wait. Can we stop, please?” You speak your request into your mic, disheartened to not hear your own voice in your mix. The synths stop abruptly, as does bass, and a dozen tech people rush onstage to fix various audio problems. “This is a nightmare,” you mutter, wiping the beads of sweat accumulated on your forehead. 

“It’s always mix issues, isn’t it?” As if your irritation couldn’t increase, your eye twitches on its own when you register the voice of the person standing at the bottom of the stage. All shining white hair and dark, round rimmed sunglasses, Gojo Satoru was the last person you wanted to be interacting with. To say he looked good would be an understatement and your eyes look for any place to focus on other than his chest under his unbuttoned shirt. “For what it’s worth, you sound pretty on the mic.”

“What do you want?” Your voice is tired already, as is your entire body. Figuring out who would replace both your guitarists had sapped your energy and doors weren’t even open yet. “I don’t have the time nor the energy to debate with you today–”

“Heard you were looking for guitarists,” he cuts in and you narrow your eyes. The last thing you needed was your Billboard chart rival mocking you and your current situation. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that. You and I both know you’re in a less-than-ideal spot right now.”

“Choose your next words very wisely, Gojo,” you seethe, using every ounce of your willpower to remain civil. “If you’re here to tease me, I don’t wanna fucking hear it.” 

“I wanna help you,” he says before you’ve stalked out of earshot. “I can fill in for your lead and Suguru can play rhythm. I’ve already talked to him about it and he’s down. We’ve got the chords alright, but if anything funky happens, we’ll just follow your bassist. We’re pros for a reason, aren’t we?” 

“I don’t need your help, Gojo,” you lie, desperately looking around for anything to get you out of this conversation. 

“Thought I told you to call me Satoru when we were at that awards show.” His voice was always velvet smooth, disarmingly charming, and you hated the way it drew you in like a moth to a candle. 

“I don’t remember that; and, if you did, I still don’t care.” We’re back on, says a voice through your ears. Starting the click on your cue, lead. 

“Seems like you don’t remember a lot about what happened that night. I wouldn’t mind recounting it for you since it seemed like you had so much fun,” he baits coolly and you fall for it, storming back to the front of the stage and looking him square in his pretty face. Memory remnants of dancing in colorful strobe lights and running your hands through his hair appear in your mind’s eye before you can stop them, and it must register on your face. “Ah, so maybe you do remember what happened if you’re this angry about it.”

“We’re rivals, Gojo,” you hiss, your vision close to going scarlet. “We’re not supposed to be buddy-buddy, and what happened at that afterparty was a slip of my better judgment.”

“We’re not supposed to be, or you’re scared to be?” His question hangs in the air and you have no choice but to glare at him, waiting for him to back down when you know he never will. After a long pause, he sighs, raking his fingers through his hair. “Look, I know you’re in need of guitarists and I just wanna help. Consider it a favor.”

“Favors need to be paid back,” you counter skeptically, “and you’re the last person I want to owe.” 

“Not my kind of favors,” he says, more genuinely than you’re used to him being. “Just…think about it, yeah?” You don’t have time to dwell on why he was being so nice to you, though, as you give the audio tent a thumbs-up again. CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and– 

By the time you’ve suffered through soundcheck, changed into your stage outfit, and inhaled more setting spray than should be considered healthy, the sun has become a laser. Gojo is nowhere to be found, thankfully, and you spend the rest of the time before your set pacing your trailer like a caged animal. There wasn’t any room in your mind to think about the crowd, the heat, or the extensive team counting on you to make it a worthwhile show. All that you could focus on was your lack of guitarists and the proposition from your #1 enemy in the music industry. Before you could cross from the kitchen tile to the living area carpet for the umpteenth time, the door threw itself open to reveal your breathless manager. 

“We found guitarists! Let’s go, before they change their mind,” she commands. You thank the music festival gods for whomever she found, even happier knowing that it couldn’t be Gojo and Geto because their band had just finished on the other largest stage. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you answer uneasily, still reeling from switching panic-mode into show-mode within minutes. “Let’s just hope they’re good.” 

This next artist needs no introduction…

The golf cart parks sidestage. 

Dominating the pop charts for twelve straight weeks, taking the industry by storm…

You wink at the handful of screaming fans that spot you before ducking backstage. 

And nominated for the most prestigious awards in the music world…

The stagehand slips the pack onto the waistband of your pants and hands you a mic. 

Performing live and streaming around the world… [CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and–] Make some noise for–

“Yo, Satoru. You got an extra pick?” Your synths come in at the same time you whirl around, heart dropping into your stomach when you see the two guitarists behind you. You recognize Geto with his signature black hair tied up in a bun and catching rays of sunlight reflecting off the turtle shell body of his electric guitar. The limited interactions you had with Geto were pleasant, but the same couldn’t be said about the other musician fishing a pick from his leather pants. “Thanks,” Geto says as he sticks the spare in his pocket, clocking your shocked expression and giving you an apologetic shrug. “Sorry we’re a little late, the set ran a little long because this dumbass wanted to do another encore. I made the golf cart guy race over here, though.” He motions in the direction of your temporary lead guitarist, who unsuccessfully tries to clean his sunglasses with his fishnet shirt. “Oi, hotshot. Get ready, we’re on soon.” CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Drums and bass in. 1…2…1-2-3 and– 

“They’re smudged,” Gojo pouts and you act without thinking, snatching the glasses from his hands, wiping it on your own costume, and handing it back to him without meeting his gaze. “Oh. Thank you,” he mumbles, sticking them on his face and trying to catch your eye. There were too many things happening at once for you to worry about him.

“Mhmm. Thanks for filling in,” you choke out with no trace of malice, the pressure in your forehead and chest becoming suffocating. The gravity of your performance crashes down on you in one disorienting wave and you blink in an attempt to clear the sudden blurry spots in your vision. Hundreds of thousands of eyes, waiting on you, watching you, worshiping you. The biggest performance of your career thus far, and you were going onstage prepared with nothing but a terrible soundcheck and two rock stars that probably didn’t give a shit about pop music. It was too much, it was all too much–

“Hey.” It’s him, breaking through the static as the click fades into the background, any panic replaced by the feeling of your biggest rival lightly touching the side of your face. He wipes a stray bead of sweat from your forehead, and you’re close enough to see every shimmering fleck of turquoise in his eyes. The crowd noise is staggering, but all he sees is you. “You look beautiful.” 

“Satoru,” you whisper, barely able to verbalize your panic. He understands anyway, confidence radiating from his body. 

“I’m with you. I’ve gotcha,” he reassures you, letting you mirror him as he takes a deep breath. “You trust me?” CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Guitars in, vocals enter. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

“I-I do.” 

“Great.” His grin is dazzling, heart-stopping. All of him, he’s yours. “Let’s have some fun, then.” 

— 

You sleepily blink open an eye as you register the ringtone for your publicist playing on the nightstand. Outstretching a tired arm, you find it a little hard to move with the other occupant of the bed securing you against his chest. You mutter Satoru’s name, unsure if he’s awake yet; he grunts with his eyes still closed and you figure it’s unconscious, the way his muscles tighten around your waist to pull you closer. You groan as the phone screen blinks off, then on again with another insistent call. 

“Satoru, you need to let me go.”

“I already did that once,” he mumbles into the pillowcase, “and I’m not making that mistake again.”

“I need to pick up the phone, baby. It’s my publicist,” you counter gently and it’s his turn to groan, reluctantly peeling away to rub his eyes. “Thank you,” you say sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before answering the phone. 

There you are. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, says your publicist, her incredulity obvious.

“Mhmm, good morning to you too. Everything okay?” You squint against the morning sun breaking through the windows of Satoru’s loft, the city skyline casting rainbows on the walls. 

Everything’s great, just wanted to let you know what’s been happening media-wise. 

“They figure out where we are yet?”

Not yet, no. But, you know how these things go. They’ll find you eventually, so savor the time you have with him now. Right now, you have a lot of late-night outlets asking for interviews and a few charity ball performances lined up. It’s all stuff you can handle, don’t worry. Aside from the scheduling talk, her warnings were things you already knew. It was weeks before social media users finally settled down after Satoru and Suguru joined you on stage. Satoru had even convinced you to create a burner account so you could scroll through all the edits and fancams of you two. Now that you’d reconciled your feelings about Satoru and agreed to let you two make up for all the time you lost to your stubbornness, it was relatively peaceful. On another note, I did see a pretty cute reel counting all the times he looked at you during your festival set. 

“Yeah? And how many times was it?”

More than you looked at him, which is saying something, she chuckles. I’m still reeling from how chaotic the crowd was when those two walked out with you. You’d think there was a fire breaking out, or something. 

“They were pretty loud, weren’t they?” You smile softly at the memory of strutting out in your boots with Satoru and Suguru on either side of you. “I think they went crazier when Satoru started soloing, though.”

“I’m not called the best for nothing, sweetheart,” he murmurs from behind you with a smirk. “These hands are worth millions, and you get them for free–”

“Okay, that’s enough from you,” you cut in before he says anything more. “Please, ignore him.”

What’d he say? 

“Nothing important.” Your cheeks heat and you shoot him a look over your shoulder, only to be met by a self-satisfied wink that makes your heart race. 

I’ll take your word for it. What’s your plans for today? 

“Breakfast, probably, and then maybe head down to the shopping district.”

That’s pretty public, no? 

“I don’t mind. I’m ready for whatever they throw at us,” you shrug, honestly feeling like you couldn’t care less about being seen with Satoru. You look over at him again and find boyish, giddy excitement written all over his face. He was yours and you were his, mind, body, and soul. Let the cameras come, let the tabloids rave, let the fake fans criticize, you think to yourself.

As long as you two were together, you were untouchable.

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[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

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“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

[annieharkness]

Glimpses: Part 9 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter 

Summary: Are you... finally having a date?

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey y’all! Again, I apologize for the delay but uni didn’t allow for me to have some free time to write. I’ll try to upload something earlier next week and hope you enjoy the new chapter until then! xxx

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“Wish I could've seen your beautiful face on my screen tonight, sweetheart.“ You stare at your phone. Is she… flirting? By now it’s too late, so you can’t ask Alex for help since she is already sound asleep on her side of the world. You ruffle your hair and let your head fall to the back to look at the ceiling. Taking in a deep breath, you close your eyes and consider your options. Tonight, it’s only you, your phone and Kathryn. 

Unsure of what to do, you opt for the safer way and start a conversation rather than flirt with her right away, because honestly, you don’t even know what to do. “You know, we all actually hoped you guys would be able to see us, too.“

You are not sure if you blew it with that, but then again it’s not like you and Kathryn haven’t talked about things the fans think before, not that you are not one of them, but that’s a different story. She takes a while to respond and you throw your phone on the bed before lying down on your back.

Looking up at the stars on your ceiling, you reflect on what happened within the last week until your phone lights up again. You lie there for a short while waiting for Kathryn to respond and think about what plans you have for the rest of the week. You train of thought gets stopped when your phone lights up. You turn to your side to look at it and realize it lit up, yes, but this time there is no new message. Instead, additionally to lighting up, your phone starts to vibrate as hold it in your hand - a familiar face looking right at you. Yours. She is calling you. KATHRYN. On Facetime. 

Shocked as you are, you throw your phone across the room and as you try to catch it you hit it again, which only makes it fly further away. You immediately jump after it and fall from your bed in the process, taking a tumble before rolling off on the floor. Typical you and you would roll your eyes at yourself right now, if only you weren’t so busy reaching out for your phone.

For a moment, you think about how you could’ve hit your head pretty hard just a second ago, but somehow your body went into god mode and you managed to roll off pretty quickly. Phone in hand you are lying on the floor, all sprawled out as the time runs out to pick up the call. Gladly, you remember you should and take it as you still lie on the floor.

“Kathryn?“, you try to catch your breath. “Sweetheart, HEY!“, you catch a glimpse of her as you’re getting up to sit on your chair and hear her laugh. “What exactly are you doing, Y/N? You look… You are a mess, honey! WHAT HAPPENED?“

You immediately stop in your motion and look at her while running a hand through your hair trying to look more presentable. “I…“, you stutter. “I… I.. My phone… Floor. I had to… It’s…“

“Sweetheart you gotta take a breath for me now.“, she looks at you concerned.

“Yes, thank you Kathryn, yes. Hello there! I’m sorry. I might’ve hit my head actually. I’m not sure.“ She smiles once again while she is looking at you with her warm, blue eyes, as she gives you another minute to calm down after you ramble. “Well, I’m glad I get to see you now. I hate those one sided video things, especially since I’ve missed your face.“ She winks.

“You saw me like… 5 days ago. You’ll live.“ You can’t help but laugh at her antics once again and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment until she breaks it. “Anyway, I am calling because I wanted to know if you will come and spend some time in my garden again this weekend.“ The words leave her mouth and you hear her but your brain seems unable to comprehend what is being said. How can this be your life right now?

While you are caught up in your thoughts Kathryn continues talking. “I promise this time we’ll stay at my place. No surprise gigs or anything to attend. Just the gals hanging out.“ You want to ask her if this is a date, you really do, but you can’t get yourself to be bold like that. Instead you just shoot her a wide smile as she waits for your answer and nod. “Yes! Absolutely! I mean… We never got to finish that bottle of wine we opened, so…“

Now it’s her turn to nod and you both fall silent again. Even though you are fully comfortable sitting in silence and just spending time with her in real life, it feels different on Facetime. Kathryn seems to notice rather quickly and breaks the silence again.

“Well, Sweetheart. I’ll let you go because I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. I will send you details for the weekend as soon as I know what my schedule looks like and then I’ll have Peter pick you up again?“

“That sounds amazing!…“ And you should've stopped there but at the same time you feel  a little adventurous, so you throw a common phrase in there that Alex uses any chance she gets. Realizing you could always say you don’t mean it that way makes it even easier - after all Kathryn doesn’t know you actually do. “It’s a date!“

Her smile turns into a wide grin. “It’s a date. I’ll see you on Saturday then.“

“Not if I see you first.“

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You don’t see her first. Kathryn would never admit it, but she is in fact very nervous and paces up and down the house waiting for you. She fully cleaned all of it last night already, knowing that you would come over today. 

When she hears Peter and you arrive with the car, she walks up to the front door immediately and opens it right as you exit the car. You're wearing a flow-y summer dress again and your hair falls your shoulders in beautiful curls. A pair of sunglasses is propped up on top of your head and she can see you squinting your eyes against the sun.

Kathryn is leaning against the door frame as Peter sees you off and the two of you laugh about a dad joke he makes. She likes how you get along with everyone around her so well and her heart skips a beat as you turn around and your eyes meet. She is beautiful. A dark green pantsuit, that Kathryn combined with a white shirt (including the rolled up sleeves, of course), is hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her hair is in its usual curly mess and slowly moves in the wind as a fresh breeze hits her face.

Faster than anticipated you make your way up to her and wrap her up into a hug that, according to your consideration, is a little bit longer than a usual hug. She holds onto you just as tight and her hand wanders up to the back of your neck. When you finally let go of earth other you forget to put distance between your bodies again, so you find yourself just a couple inches away from her face once again.

“You look… stunning.“ She says as her hand softly pushes back a strand of hair behind your right ear.

“THANK YOU!“, you say in a high pitched voice as your eyes widen because of how embarrassing that voice raise was. “You look beautiful as always yourself, Kathryn.“

The smile on her face tells you that the compliment is sitting very well with her and you decide to keep a bit of the mystery, so you brush against her as you walk inside the house and make your way to the door thats leading to the garden.

Stunned, Kathryn stays in the doorframe for a moment before following you out onto the patio. She reaches you before you can reach the seating area because you purposefully strolled a little and appreciated the beauty of her backyard.

“I love your dress! That color and fit is just… you look beautiful, Y/N.“ You blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she has just caught up to you. The two of you have reached the couch and she offers you to sit first and makes sure you have a drink and everything you need before she makes herself comfortable. Just like last time, she sits down across from you first, keeping the mystery and all. 

The Kathryn you get to meet now is not that much different from the Kathryn you met within the last two weeks. She is funny and open and, if anything has changed, then it is the fact that she is much more relaxed without all the other people around.

As she tells you about her latest interview fails and gives you inside on her life, you can’t help but fall for her a little more, especially whenever she throws her head back as she laughs wholeheartedly. 

When it’s your turn to tell stories, you tell her about your childhood hobbies and how does might effect your future. She is very interested in arts and you immediately agree to meet up again to create something together. Talking about how you spend your free time, you finally mention Alex and talk about how fast she became your best friend. Just as always, she makes you feel like you are the most important person on the planet as you talk and somehow you feel like Alex becomes important to her as well, the moment you talk about how important she is to you.

With every glass she pours, Kathryn scooches a little closer to you until your knees nearly touch. Whenever you laugh about a joke, she reaches out to put her right hand on your leg and as you finish the first bottle of wine and she decides to order pizza as the sun starts to set, she plops down right next to you after getting the menu off the kitchen table.

Being fully comfortable with her now, you let yourself sink into her shoulder as the two of you browse the pizza names to see what you want to order. Luckily, you make a decision rather quickly while Kathryn needs some time, so you can enjoy the moment of closeness for a little while longer.

For the very first time, you realize how good her hair smells and how calming her aura is. You close your eyes to take it all in and smile to yourself about the sheer happiness that you are feeling in this very moment. 

Kathryn notices how calm you have gotten and leans back as her left arm sneakily finds its way across your shoulder to hold you close to her. Leaning back into the couch, she pulls you with her and the both of you sit in silence as you listen to her heartbeat. 

After a while, you hear a deep growl and Kathryn gets startled out of her meditational state. “Oh I’m sorry! I must be hungrier than I thought I am.“

She takes out her arm from behind you again and reaches for the menu and her phone to call the delivery service. When the pizza arrives and she comes back from the front door, she sits down on the other side of the couch once again and you immediately miss being by her side.

The pizza is nice, maybe even the best pizza you’ve had from any delivery service before, and by the time you finished eating, the sun has fully set. Not sure how she is going to react, you fiddle with your fingers for a moment before making a proposal.

“I.. actually arranged something. I looked up Peter’s agency and asked for his number and asked him if he could take us somewhere tonight. I mean.. If you’d wanna go?“

Once again speechless, Kathryn looks at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as her face is beaming from excitement. “Absolutely! Do we… need anything or are we good to go right away?“ It’s nice that she wants to help, but she doesn’t have to. Alex and you have planned for this very moment all week and talked it all through several times, so that Peter and you could arrange the surprise for Kathryn.

You help her up from the couch and lead her back into the house, where a filled basket, that has magically appeared, is waiting at the front door. Peter is already waiting in the car ready to take you to the stars.

It’s a rather short drive as he takes you to a little meadow on a hill where you can look over Los Angeles in between rocks and trees and actually see the stars as well. Naturally, he stays in the car and ready a book as the two of you walk up to the corner of the hill, where a small spot suggests that lots of couples have spent some time there. 

���This is perfect, Y/N. I….“ She looks at you before looking up at the night sky and stops talking as she feels your eyes on her. Your fingers on the blanket are close enough to hers that you can feel her warmth and you slowly move them closer. Neither of you breaks eye contact as your hands touch and a tingles move through all of your body.

You bite the inside of your lower lip in anticipation as you cup her hand with yours completely. Giving it one last squeeze, you let go and cup her face instead. Slowly, you move closer until you can feel her breath on your lips. Looking into her eyes for one last time, you overcome the remaining inches and capture her lips in a longing kiss as your hands find their way into her long hair.

Leaning into the kiss with a little too much force, combined with the fact that she is so focused on the way you make her feel, makes her lose balance and she falls backwards onto the blanket. Before you can do anything about it, you find yourself on top of Kathryn who is grinning and goes in for yet another kiss. Now she is the one who is holding onto you and her hands glide all over your body as she takes no measures to get you off of her.

You make out with her in that position for a short moment, before she stops in her tracks. “We can’t. Not like that. Not out here. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.“

“Oh no, don’t be sorry. You are absolutely right.“ You smile and kiss her shortly for one last time before getting off of her. “Let’s go back home? It’s getting rather cold anyway.“

“Home? Are you… Staying over tonight?“ She looks at you, unsure of what to expect.

For a moment you consider if you should play it save, but thinking about everything that happened tonight, you decide to go into full offense and shoot your shot while you wink at her. “Well, Ms. Hahn. Seems like you are asking me to stay, so I might as well.“

She looks at you and you can tell she is biting her lip before she looks back at the lights in front of her as she grabs your hand. “Please stay, Y/N. I would love that.“

[tloujm]

Part XXVII: Captive

Author’s Notes: N/A

Genre: Angst

Summary: Joel and the rest of his patrol group find themselves in danger. You become emotional after receiving some startling results.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel leaned forward against the counter as he wrote his entry into the log book. There wasn’t much to say. The little log cabin that acted as their first checkpoint was clear of any danger and showed no signs of tampering since the last entry. He closed the book and looked back at his two patrol partners. Marcus and Glen were resting in their respective spots. Joel figured it was time for him to do the same when he saw a shadow pass in front of one of the living room windows. His brows furrowed as his focus heightened. It could have been a number of things that he saw. Glen noticed his hardened demeanor and asked what was wrong. All Joel did in response was put one finger over his lips and wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the handle of his pistol.

One of the floorboards that made up the porch creaked. The sound went away just as quickly as it appeared as if a competent being had known they made a mistake and removed their foot from it. It was at this point, Joel knew it wasn’t just some lost deer roaming around the premises. The other men followed suit and aimed their guns at the entry points. The air was very still save from the dust particles that floated in ray of sunlight across the living room. It was also eerily quiet. The three of them exchanged quick glances. Joel was about to walk up to the door when it swung open from the outside. A small group of men rushed in and immediately opened fire. 

Joel ducked and crawled over to the kitchen. He flipped the table over to use it as a shield. His thoughts immediately settled on the safety of his partners before he peeked his head out to see where everyone was. Marcus was hiding behind the couch. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stuck his hand out to shoot blindly at the attackers. Joel popped up from behind the table to shoot them. A bullet hit one of the men’s shoulder while another managed to hit another in the cheek, rendering him useless. He ducked back behind his makeshift shield a split second before a bullet could graze him. 

The attackers were currently distracted by Marcus shooting at them again. Joel took this opportunity to crawl away and find another place for cover to catch them at a different angle. As soon as he peeked his head around the other side of the table, he saw a pool of fresh blood. His eyes followed it to the source to reveal Glen laying on the floor. His eyes stared blankly out at the wall in front of where his body laid. Joel quickly took cover behind the table again and gathered himself for a second before making a run for it. 

With a rush of adrenaline, Joel shot at the attackers which inadvertently covered Marcus as he ran to another place of cover. He managed to wound them, but not kill any. They took cover behind the same couch Marcus used. During the few moments of stalemate, he noticed that only two took cover and if he killed one early, then that left one more…Joel’s vision suddenly went black a split second after a sharp pain shot through his head.

A pounding ache tormented Joel’s entire head. His vision first came back blurry then all at once clear. He pushed himself up from the cold cement floor into a sitting position. He noticed that it was significantly colder than before as he instinctively shivered. Large hunks of meat hung from hooks attached to the ceiling. His legs almost felt foreign under his weight as he got up. The sound of metal hitting something hard echoed into the room he was in. Following the source of the sound, he accidentally bumped into one of the hunks. As it swayed back and forth on the hook, Joel noticed features familiar to him. His eyes darted from the hair around the belly button to the nipples at the top. They widened in realization that the hunks of meat were human torsos and that the men who attacked him were cannibals. 

A loud chop brought his attention back, leading him to cautiously follow the sound again. Quietly, he picked up a lead pipe off of a shelf on his way. He came to a halt at the doorway. A strange man’s back was to Joel as he hovered over a naked body on the table. One of the legs was already detached and pushed aside, almost falling off the table. The cannibal lifted his hand with the cleaver to do the same with the other leg when Joel ran up to him and pressed the pipe against his throat from behind. He gagged as the knife fell out of his hand. Joel applied more pressure against his windpipe as he brought his arms into his chest. His eyes flashed over to the bloody body on the table. If it wasn’t for the cannibal leaving the head on, he wouldn't have recognized him as his patrol partner, Marcus. Just like Glen, his eyes looked blankly on. They focused on a spot beyond Joel. 

He released the pipe from its position against his throat and let him drop to the floor. Rage overtook him as he instead swung the pipe against his head. He kept at it until he was sure that he was dead. Even then, he wanted to add a couple more swings, but he knew that he wasn’t the only one he’d have to fight to get out of there. It wasn’t worth getting caught or spending extra energy on if he stayed to beat his head into a pulp. Hesitantly, he approached the dismembered body on the table and closed his partner’s eyelids before moving on to the next room. 

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Your foot tapped against the floor almost uncontrollably as you waited. You let your head fall into your hands as to avoid staring down at the stick on the counter. The sound of the door swinging open caused you to pop your head up to find Ellie on the other side of the bathroom. 

“Uh, sorry. I forgot to knock.” She said in a low tone. It looked like she needed to pee, so you swiftly ushered her in and closed the door behind you. As the door clicked, you forgot to take the stick with you. Pacing back and forth in front of the bathroom door, you listened as she flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. Surely she saw it just sitting there. You only stopped when she opened the door again. She stood there in front of you silently for a few moments. “Is that yours?” Her head nodded in the direction of the counter. 

“Mmhmm.” You hummed and nodded. “Is it ready?”

Ellie turned and hovered over the stick. “Does two lines mean it’s ready?”

“Oh my God.” You whispered. “Fuck.” You began repeating the expletive before sitting back down on the edge of the tub. 

You grabbed the stick to double check for yourself and there it was, two very distinct lines. If one line was faded, you would try to convince the nurse to administer you another test, but this seemed pretty definitive. You didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, you wanted this, but you still couldn’t help the nerves that flared up across your body. Guilt began to rise as you regretted not waiting for Joel to do this with. He would know how to feel. You continued to sit there, imagining him sitting on the edge of the tub with you. He’d take the test from your hands and double check the instructions from the box before smiling. You would imagine him engulfing you in a hug, tucking his head in your neck and mumbling some words of joy that you couldn’t quite discern. 

Though the daydream offered a sense of comfort, you were snapped out of it when a real pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. You looked down and saw Ellie sitting next to you on the edge of the tub. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. Her presence, while an accidental invasion of privacy, was welcomed. You repositioned yourself in her arms to hug her back. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to curse in front of you.” You whispered into her hair.

“I’ve heard worse.” She replied with a playful tone in her voice.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed lightly.

“That this stays between us.” You wipe a tear away. “I have to talk to Joel and then the doctor.”

“Who am I going to tell?” She said, referencing the fact that you’d never seen her converse with anyone else since she first spoke in front of you and Joel. 

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“Hey, Tommy, give me a hand with this.” A resident of Jackson yelled out. Your head whipped around in his direction. You’d been looking for Tommy all day. The resident was sitting down near the stables trying to get a horseshoe off a huff. Tommy stepped out of the shelter and came into your view.

“Tommy, hey! I hope you’re not busy now. I’ve been looking for you actually.” You said when you got closer to them.

He bent down to get a closer look at the huff. “I always have time for you; you’re family. Now what’s wrong?”

“Well, Joel and ‘em aren’t back yet from their patrol. They were scheduled to be back two days ago. I know sometimes things happen that delay their travels---”

“Exactly.” He finally pulled the horseshoe off and tossed it into the dirt. “Any number of things could have happened out there that caused them to veer off plan. Those three are some of our most experienced patrolmen. We both know firsthand what Joel is capable of.” He noticed that his words were not easing the worry written across your face. “Did you know that I spent five extra days out on one of my patrols. It was the toughest route I ever did, but every decision we made as a group was for the betterment of our survival even if it meant staying out there a little longer. Five days really isn’t normal though. I’ll tell you what, I’ll get on the walkie and ask our scavenging group to see if they see any signs of them heading back. They should still be close enough to catch Jackson’s frequency. Their route is right next to Joel’s; it should be no problem for them.”

“And what if they don’t see any signs?”

“You know what our emergency policy is. We send out a search and rescue crew if the original group is not back within six days.”

“Does that not seem like it’s too long to you?” You asked.

“Like I said, especially on longer routes, they can be delayed for a number of reasons. I know it's not what you want to hear, but we’ve wasted resources and lost lives in the past to premature rescue missions.”

“Tommy, that’s your brother! Wouldn’t you want him to go out looking for you if you were out there possibly in trouble?” You said frustratingly.

“I know he would go out and look for me when it was time. Everybody who is cleared to patrol knows what the emergency rescue policy is. They were trained for situations like this just as you were. I’m sorry.” Tommy placed a hand on your shoulder as he tried to find compliance in your eyes. “I left my radio in the stable. I’ll go and try to contact the scavenging group now. Hopefully they are still in range.” You nodded before he walked off.

[jediken0bi]

Home

Summary:

After a rough case Spencer knows exactly what he needs to feel okay again. Or rather, who he needs

(no smut, pure fluff)

word count: 1747

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On days like today, the only thing Spencer wants to do is be held by you. It took him some time to figure out that physical affection was something that could make him feel calm and content as opposed to the feeling of discomfort he used to experience every time someone invaded his personal space to go in for a hug or something of that sort. His best guess was that it's different with you because he loves you. Not like he loves Derek or JJ or any other member on his team, but in a way that feels all consuming sometimes.

He means that in the best way possible.

He fell in love with you almost as quickly as you fall asleep after a hard day in the shop. It overwhelmed him at first. He wasn't used to feeling with such intensity.

There was a time where Spencer believed he couldn't love and be loved in return. He didn't think he knew how. But you just walked into his life one day and before he realized it his heart had made the decision to love you.

He'd like to say that he doesn't remember what life used to be like without your constant reminders that you fell in love with him because of what he considers his quirks and not despite of them, or your cuddles that were usually followed by praise or words of encouragement, but the truth is he does remember.

He remembers how dull life felt before you. How lonely he was and how undeserving of love he felt all his life.

Sometimes he can't help but fear what would happen if you suddenly got tired of him.

But then he remembers the words you whisper to him ever so often when you feel him growing anxious:

"You're the brightest star in my galaxy, Spence"

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it soothes his soul like nothing else. Hearing you say those words makes him feel like he can finally let out that breath he's been holding all day long.

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it is perfect.

It's been a little over a week since you and Spencer have last seen each other. Sure, you've texted and called as often as your schedules let you and you even convinced him to facetime you once, but it just doesn't compare to actually being with each other.

The team had just wrapped up a horrible case involving young women. Without going into detail it's fair to say that Spencer couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you tight enough to ensure that you're here with him, that you're safe.

The Metro was late, delaying his arrival by approximately 20 minutes. While that's not enough time to raise concern for a lot of people Spencer knows better than to not let you know.

His job puts him at risk every day and you're not naive enough to believe that safety is a given for people in Spencers line of work.

He shoots you a quick text letting you know he'll be late and you reply with lots of exclamation points, emphasizing how excited you are to see him.

He can't help but smile to himself. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. He's struggling with letting the events of that recent case go.

The victims looked too much like you and it sometimes took Spencers focus away from what was right in front of him. He can't help but feel like he should've been quicker.

There's no doubt in his mind that you'll start questioning him as soon as you spot the distressed look on his face and you're going to want him to tell you what happened. And he will. Just maybe not tonight. You two agreed to have no secrets and the key to that is total transparency when it comes to what's on your mind.

He doesn't worry though. You never make him talk about work when he tells you he doesn't want to yet.

You don't push because you know that he'll tell you the next day once he is rested and convinced that both of you are safe.

Completely lost in his thoughts, he almost missed his stop. He managed to get off in time and from there it was only a 5 minute walk to your place.

Your Place.

These words are starting to taste bitter on Spencers tongue. He's been wanting to ask you to move in with him for weeks now but every time the opportunity presents itself he chickens out.

Part of him is so scared you're going to reject him and he's going to lose you.

Realistically speaking he knows that you value your time together as much as he does and he can't imagine you'd ever laugh at him or leave him for something like that but it's those pesky insecurities he's been trying to overcome that tell him that he can't really be sure.

He's confident though. Tonight is the night. As much as he doesn't mind going to your place to see you after cases, he can't shake the thoughts of him being able to come home to you. Thoughts of you waiting for him with open arms and a overall presence of love that will fills your shared apartment.

Before he can get too lost in his thoughts he knocks on your door and starts nervously shifting around on his feet.

It's not that he's afraid you're not happy to see him. Quite the opposite actually you've made sure he knows you've missed him just as much as he missed you. It's just that Spencer never really got used to being on the receiving end of such strong affection.

He loves it. God, he loves it so much but it still feels like it's too good to be true. His job makes him paranoid and as much as he wants to, he can't quite shake his anxieties about losing you just yet.

You open the door and he looks up with wide eyes.

There you are in your worn out Star Wars shirt with those adorable matching shorts practically beaming at him. You look so happy to see him. Because of him. His eyes immediately soften and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"Spence!! You're back!"

Before he knows it you're already in his arms. Legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck squeezing him tightly before leaning back to press a firm kiss to his head.

He doesn't waste a single second. Wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to his chest. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"Hey there beautiful. I missed you so much"

You let out a small giggle before leaving the embrace to properly look at him. One of your hands goes to rest on his cheek while the other starts brushing through his messy hair.

You look at him with a wide smile.

"I can almost guarantee i missed you more, handsome. Now come in we haven't cuddled in over a week and i'm starting to feel very serious withdrawal symptoms!"

This time he lets out a proper laugh, nodding his head and taking your hands in his.

"Yeah i know a thing or two about that. We got a lot catching up to do then"

You only smile wider and drag him inside, promptly closing the door behind you.

"Indeed we do so go get changed. You must be uncomfortable in those clothes. You're in luck sir your pj's just got out of the dryer"

You push him towards the bedroom door and both of you laugh at the domestic scene at hand before Spencer stops, turns out and wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Can i get a 'welcome home' first"

He looks at you with such love in his eyes you almost forget what you want to say.

"Hmm well technically you're not home yet"

You say teasingly knowing exactly what he is actually asking for. You're more than willing to give it to him considering it's all you could think about this past week and a half but you always did enjoy watching him squirm.

Spencer doesn't seem fazed by your comment. He looks a bit nervous but other than that he radiates a certain confidence you're finding incredibly attractive on him.

"You're here, aren't you? My home isn't a place. It's a person and that person is standing in front me right now"

You stare at him with shiny eyes. Despite what he may think, Spencer is actually quite the romantic. It's not unusual for him to compliment you out of nowhere. You're fairly confident you never experienced genuine love until you've met Spencer.

But this? This was so much more than a compliment. It's him wanting to make you understand just how committed he is to you. How much he loves you.

Not wanting to wait any longer you just grab him by the collar of his vest and press a firm kiss to his lips. You only hope that Spencer can feel the extent of your love through this kiss.

What starts out as a innocent way to proof that he is your home too quickly turns more heated when Spencer presses you closer to him.

His tongue asks for entrance and you grand it to him. You're completely lost in the feeling of Spencer and every second that passes you get more desperate to proof your love to him like he did by telling you you're his home.

Your hands start roaming through his hair before landing on the nape of his neck.

He lets out a soft sigh as you start playing with his curls. After some time the two of you are starting to slow down until it was only an exchange of little pecks and reassuring kisses to the forehead, nose or cheek.

Lips just millimeters apart you whisper: "You're my home, too, Spence"

He smiles and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

Not ready to break the embrace just yet, you hug him tight. He, obviously not wanting to let go of you either, starts rubbing small circles on the sides of your hips.

"Welcome home baby"

You whisper into his neck. Loud enough so he could hear it but not loud enough so it would break the quiet atmosphere around you two.

[xiaomoxu]

MLQC CN Victor - Chapter 37

SPOILER ALERT!!

A main story from CN server which hasn’t been released in EN server. REALLY contains detailed spoilers. A mixed feelings such angst, sweet and love-his-dummy by CEO Victor!

PART 1

Downstairs LFG, the film crew is still busy in an orderly manner.

A month ago, LFG launched an unprecedented charity project, mobilizing all the resources of the group, and watching the last moment before the arrival of the comet group with all mankind.

In addition to regular material donations, psychological counseling, and medical assistance, there is also a special item one wish list.

In the last issue of "Miracle Finders", we selected this subject for reporting.

Photographer: Everyone pay attention, go one first, and prepare the light for one-

Teenager: Ok, can I just say the words directly?

Willow: To put it straight, there is nothing to worry about, we can do it again, let's do it again!

The teenager was encouraged, and smiled and showed two small teeth.

Teenager: I am seventeen years old. I am an ordinary high school student. Although you can't see it now, I have lived in darkness for these seventeen years.

Teenager: Due to chromosomal abnormalities, I have suffered from congenital blindness since birth...

Teenager: The doctors all said that despite the advanced level of medical technology, they are still helpless against such diseases and hope that I will accept the reality.

Teenager: But I still don't give up. I don't want to usher in death without actually seeing the world, so I contacted LFG Group with the last hope!

Just as the teenager expected, LFG quickly found a Healer Evolver on the Island, and treated him so that he finally saw the light.

Teenager: Although I can only look at the world for a short time, how many times in a person's life can I witness miracles happen? I am very satisfied!

After he finished speaking, he gave everyone a young and a little embarrassed smile. The beautiful dark eyes are full of light, especially bright in the night.

MC: ... That's nice.

Until the last moment, miracles continued to happen.

I raised my head and looked at the towering LFG Building in front of me, thinking back to Victor when he started the project and jokingly said-

"I hope everyone can be like an idiot, as long as they fulfill their wishes, they will be happy." The tone couldn't help but felt a moment of surprise.

I hope that the last issue of "Miracle Finders" will produce satisfactory answers to him.

With emotion, I strode into the LFG Building.

--

At this time, most of LFG's staff has left, and most of the work spaces in the building have been vacated.

Even if some are still willing to suspend their posts and help Victor handle some charity projects, they are no longer sitting here and only exchange information via phone and email.

Goldman: I have been waiting for you for a long time!

I was still in a daze, and Goldman came over with aggrieved expression. Probably because I told him that I was almost there an hour ago, but I didn’t come up because shooting for most of the day in the downstairs town.

As soon as he saw me appear, he cast a "God finally" look.

Goldman: The CEO handed it to you, I'm going to prepare for the next meeting.

He hurriedly put the previously prepared contract into my hand, lightly approached the door of the CEO's office, and knocked the door.

Victor: Come in.

Hearing Victor's voice coming from behind the door, I quickly hid the hand holding the contract behind my back.

Goldman opened the door halfway and walked in.

Goldman: CEO, can we conduct an induction interview now?

Victor: Interview? When is it scheduled?

Goldman: Yesterday, I remember it was in your schedule.

After a short silence, Victor gave instructions indifferently.

Victor: Bring it in.

I strode forward, held back a sneer, and stood still in front of Victor. Before speaking, Goldman hurriedly took the door out, leaving a room of silence.

MC: Hello, CEO! I am the candidate for interview today!

I said hello to Victor very politely, and even bowed symbolically, with a sincere expression when I raised my head.

Victor: ....

Victor let out a sigh of relief, as if he had lifted his spirits from a long and exhausting work, and couldn't help but laugh when he met my sincere gaze.

MC: Reporting to the CEO, although I have limited work experience, I am active in doing things.

MC: The CEO of the most ruthless venture capital company in the industry has won a 500 million investment!

MC: Moreover, the level of stress resistance is first-rate, no matter how big the challenge is, how many plans are rejected, you can face the difficulties!

MC: In addition, I am quite familiar with LFG's business and can start working in a short time.

Victor sighed lightly, probably because I was too noisy.

Victor: Only you can make such boastful remarks without blushing at all. You come to LFG, don't care about your company?

MC: The final issue of "Discovering the Miracle" will soon be filmed, and sister Anna will be responsible for the remaining post-production work. I don't need to worry about it anymore.

MC: I always find a place to shine and heat, right?

MC: Or I have to be a rice bug for a month...

MC: In short, I am especially willing to share the worries and problems for the CEO

Victor touched his lips slightly, revealing a smile.

Victor: Didn't you often say that being a rice bug is your ultimate dream? Now that you have a chance to realize your dream, but you are not willing?

He was so eloquent, so that scenes of past scenes of bluffing and saying that I didn't want to go to work really appeared before me.

MC: But I have already changed my dreams.

I stepped forward two more steps, narrowed the distance with Victor, and stared quietly into his eyes

MC: My dream now is to be with you.

The outline of Victor's smile on the corners of his lips curled up, and his expression sank duplicity, and put out the CEO's frame in a serious manner.

Victor: LFG’s attendance system is strict, and the consequences of absence are serious. Be mentally prepared.

I walked up to him, took out the contract that had been hidden behind my back, and unfolded it on the table.

MC: I won't be absent, I will do what you say.

Speaking softly, pressing his usual fountain pen directly on the contract, it seemed to be "forcing the signing".

MC: If I can't do it... I will be punished.

Victor hastily flipped through the contract, which was only a few pages long, and paused as his gaze passed by the post.

Victor: Confirmed?

MC: Yes!

I deserved to be confident and without any explanation. Victor raised his head and looked at me with a clear smile in his eyes. He turned the contract another page.

Victor: The contract is valid for three years.

MC: Huh? It should be the contract template copied by Goldman, right? Renew after the three-year period expires!

Victor neatly signed his name on the last page, stood up and took my hand.

Victor: Let's go, the meeting is about to begin.

MC: What meeting? Wait, am I going to work as soon as I start?

Victor: According to the contract, every minute of yours belongs to me, and it takes effect immediately.

Is there such an unequal clause? Goldman's drafting of a contract is quite tricky

MC: You capitalists are squeezing employees too much!

Victor was slightly late to me, with a smile on his lips.

Victor: Well, capitalists are like this.

The conference room was already full of people, only the first two seats were still empty.

One of them is where Victor often sits.

I remember when I came to LFG for a meeting for the first time, I could only sit on the small bench in the corner and couldn't see his face even when I stretched out my head.

 Victor: let's start.

I sat down next to Victor, glanced across the crowd, and leaned silently on the back of the chair.

Goldman opened the prepared PPT and stood in front of us.

Goldman: Now carry out the relevant reports on the work of last week,

PART 2

A sign hung at the door of Souvenir, which said that today is the last day of the restaurant’s business.

MC: Thank you for your preference for this restaurant, Souvenir will permanently close the store

LFG provoked too heavy responsibility, and Victor had no time to take care of Souvenir. I raised my head and looked at the blue light on the TV tower.

During the eternal night, the TV tower is bright yellow during the day and blue at night, marking the day and night. These days, people have been accustomed to measuring time in this way.

It seems that no matter what kind of predicament they are in, as long as there is a moment of peace, people are willing to steal a moment of peace and delay satisfaction.

I am no exception.

With Victor in front of the wind and rain, I even occasionally forget the reality that I am about to face, can let go of all my worries, and be silly in front of him carefree.

If time can be reversed, I can go back to the first time I stood in front of Souvenir...

I lowered my gaze and pushed the door into the restaurant.

MC: Mr. Mills, I

Before I could say hello, I was stunned by the scene before me.

Souvenir, who had always been cold and cold, is now full of voices, all seats are full of seats, even those who have never been before, and he has added new chairs.

Mr. Mills was busy between the tables with a smile on his face.

I hurried over to ask if I need help.

MC: Mr. Mills, shall I do this?

I was about to take the tray from Mr. Mills, but he shook his head hurriedly.

Mr. Mills: No, no, it's going to close in a while, the manager is waiting for you inside.

MC: Alright!

I walked towards the kitchen, and along the way, I was surprised by the food on the guests' table.

Like what the customer wanted to eat, Victor made something for them.

At the last moment, Souvenir's rules are no longer important.

Girl: Mom, this one is delicious, so delicious!

Six or seven-year-old children ate the little cakes with all their faces, holding their little hands and sending the spoons to their mothers, wanting their mothers to taste them too.

The young mother cooperatively ate the cream in the sentence and smiled hesitantly. She gently touched her daughter's head, but her eyes were full of sighs.

The family at the table next door talked about the topic of the younger son's college entrance examination this year, and they were rushing to plan for his future. They seemed to believe that someone would come out to save the world.

I stepped into the restaurant and walked into the back kitchen.

MC: Victor....

He stood at the window with his back straight. There was a deep night outside. I dazzled my eyes to see his black suit melt into the darkness, lonely and silent.

I walked over and pulled his sleeve slightly.

MC: Have you been busy all night?

MC: You can call me over in advance, and I can give you a hand.

Victor: With your culinary skills, you can't match up with Souvenir's back kitchen.

Victor glanced at me from the corner of the light, smiled faintly, and closed the slightly open window.

The moment he raised his hand, I saw that the pointer on his wrist watch was already three o'clock in the morning, but everyone didn't realize that the night was deep.

The world freezes in the dark, making time lose all meaning.

MC: The guests outside all had a good time.

MC: By the way, there was a little cake that a kid ate, with a few blueberries on top, and a layer of soft stuff inside. I don't know if it's ice cream... it looks super delicious!

Faced with my vivid expressions, Victor looked helpless as expected.

Victor: Three year old are not as good as you in eat. A pair of eyes fixed on the food all day long.

MC: Isn't it great? I will eat everything you make clean and happy, and I will change my way to praise your superb cooking skills!

I used an exaggerated tone to learn the child's way of speaking, trying to make Victor smile, but he still looked calm.

Victor: Ah, very good.

Those eyes that met me were as light as water, and they saw an unspeakable feeling in my heart. After he came back, something changed in his eyes.

I can't be sure, but I just faintly feel that the person standing in front of me at this moment is stronger than before but also lonelier than before.

In the past, silence was due to work habits and character.

The silence now means that no matter what you face, you can be calm and calm. The calm is strange.

MC: Victor, seven of the travel coins you gave me have not been exchanged. You said before that you would do everything you promised me.

I changed the subject suddenly, and Victor was still indifferent.

Victor: Seven? Didn't you secretly put a lot in the box again?

MC: … you’re not paying attention.

Victor: Really, when I don't pay attention?

The silence of the night was always reflected in his eyes, brewing the silence deeper.

MC: So you won't break your promise, will you?

MC: Everything you promised me will be honored in the future, right?

Perhaps it was because my words were too impatient to be too direct, Victor finally touched my hair as if calming down, and stepped forward to get closer to me.

The familiar temperature fell on the front of my forehead, which made my panic feelings find support.

Victor: Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Not now, and not in the future.

At this moment, I saw a slight surge of joy in his eyes.

Mr. Mills: Mr. Victor.

Mr. Mills walked in slowly, smiling.

Mr. Mills: Mr. Victor, after proofing today, I would like to continue to look after the restaurant. Please allow me.

Victor: Mr. Mills

Victor took two steps forward and solemnly nodded to Mr. Mills.

Victor : Of course. Over the years, thank you very much for taking care of Souvenir.

Mr. Mills turned to look outside the kitchen.

Mr. Mills: The guests all had a nice evening, and they hoped that I would convey my thanks to the chef.

Victor: It is..

Victor paused slightly and thought of something.

Victor: Excuse me, please take out all the wine in the cellar and give it to the guests tonight.

Mr. Mills: .... I understand. Do you need any congratulations?

Victor turned his head and looked at me, raising the corners of his lips indifferently

Victor: Just thank time for giving us abundant food and accumulated wine... With the feelings that have passed through the years.

Outside the window, the silent snow fell slowly in the dark night. In the cool night breeze in midsummer, a layer of untimely coolness blows off.

PART 3

Victor: Is this your specialty?

MC: Do you look down on tomato scrambled eggs?

Victor did not speak, but frowned slightly to express affirmation.

MC: The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are delicious. You can't judge the taste of a dish by its difficulty. I feel wronged for him.

When the Haikou that I once boasted was fulfilled, I vowed to make a rich meal for Victor.

Victor probably feels a headache for me to prepare a home-cooked meal and have to put out ten kinds of kitchen utensils...

He has been standing in the kitchen supervising the work since the beginning, and I don't know if he's afraid of what would happen to the kitchen or what'd happen to me .

MC: Can you stop staring at me like this, I'm nervous.

Victor: What is the guilty conscience?

MC: It feels like waiting for you to approve the plan.

MC: I dropped the eggshells into the bowl when I was beating the eggs just now, I was thinking that you must spit me out.

Victor took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and unsealed it skillfully.

Victor: I'm used to it as you are.

I dealt with the ingredients in my hand and smiled without saying a word.

In the fireplace in the living room, the wood made a snapping sound under the lick of the tongue of fire, and it sang softly to the piano music from the record.

The fine snow outside the window disappeared into the night as soon as it fell to the ground, and time seemed extremely long at this moment.

I carefully handled the ingredients in my hand, and did not notice Victor's gaze.

He put down the wine glass, the glass collided with the marble countertop, and there was a pleasant sound.

At this moment, the night snow stopped in the air, and the fire and the record were speechless. The whole world stopped, and everything was quiet.

Victor: If I let time eternally stop at this moment, would you think I am selfish?

He murmured, as if asking himself or answering himself.

Staring silently at her profile for a while, he stretched out his hand and silently hugged her in his arms.

This is an overly tender hug, without a trace of strong attitude, even the palms that are close to the back appear cautious

MC: Victor...

I stretched out my hand and hugged him tightly without leaving any gap.

Victor took a breath, as if he didn't expect that I would break away from his Evol, but didn't say anything.

MC: If I were not the dignified Queen, I would be completely controlled by you. Your Evol is stronger than I imagined.

He laughed and teased me helplessly.

Victor: It's amazing.

Although he was smiling, I heard a dumb sigh in his voice, so I opened my arms as much as possible to hold him tighter.

MC: Not even...

I stayed securely in his arms, with no intention of leaving this embrace.

MC: It’s just that I always remember the reason why I want to fully awaken, because I don’t want to let you bear everything. Always remember.

This dinner took longer than expected. When we sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace with red wine, the night was already almost reaching the sky.

For all this time, I have a lot to say to him.

Whether it is the heated discussions in the recent issues of "Discover Myself" or the process of LFG helping people realize their wishes one after another, I am deeply moved.

A couple wanted to go to a very famous sea island to watch the sunset before the end. Unexpectedly, before the trip, the island disappeared overnight.

MC: In fact, I also feel that it was a pity that I couldn't help them realize their wishes. I had seen that island before on the Internet.

MC: At that time, it was also selected as one of the "Top Ten Scenic Spots to Go to Before the End", I did not expect to be submerged by the sea so soon...

Victor: This is what you often say, do what you think of, and don't leave any regrets for yourself. Sometimes impatient fools can do things that many people can't.

I listened to every detail and smile in his voice, and my fingertips drew across the texture of the leather on the sofa.

The more I get to this kind of time, the more I feel that even his laughter seems precious.

MC: But I was a little surprised. The wishes that everyone wants to achieve before the end are so simple.

MC: Look at the light, look at the world, eat a delicious meal with the most important person.

Victor: What people really want has always been very simple. Before that, it was only controlled by desire.

Victor: No matter how long this moment of tranquility can last, for many people, it is enough to enjoy the life they still have.

MC: It is not easy to find the true desire in the heart.

Victor put the empty glass on the coffee table.

Victor: What about you? What is your wish?

After drinking a few glasses of wine, my thoughts were empty. I only heard his low and hoarse voice falling in my ears, and many pictures flashed before my eyes.

MC: I want to see your heart.

I turned to Victor and wanted to find the answer to this question very seriously.

MC: I want to see the real Victor. Without the burden of the CEO, there is no need to worry about the world...

MC: I can put down all the responsibilities on my shoulders, just be yourself... In this way Victor, What will it be like?

He paused for a few seconds, but quickly laughed faintly.

Victor: People cannot put aside all the past and responsibilities independently. In front of you, Victor will always be the most true.

I turned to him, stared at his deep eyes carefully, then stretched out my hand and slowly touched the position of his heart.

When the five fingers fell slowly, I already felt the warmth under his shirt.

A little closer, and the fingertips rubbed the texture of the shirt, and soon, my palm felt the rhythm of his heartbeat warm and powerful.

Victor: ...

With a sigh, Victor reached out and held my fingertips lightly.

Suddenly, the scene before me changed.

PART 4

This is a space I have never seen before.

The solitary galaxy and the dazzling sunlight are constantly flashing in front of my eyes, just like every ray of time that has been inscribed in memory, the brilliance of the moment only flashes, making it impossible to capture.

MC: Victor

He was sitting in the seat directly in front of me, proud and lonely.

All the changes in the stars passed through his silent and deep eyes, and he just stared lightly.

Time passed, he had been sitting like this, his back was straight, his eyes were firm, and he was silent without a word, yet he caught every light and shadow in his eyes.

He seemed to had been sitting here for thousands of years.

For a while, my heart felt like being held down by a deep sea-like loneliness, which made me breathless. After a slight pause, I walked along the long carpet to him.

I squatted down in front of him and looked up at him.

He lowered his head and met my gaze, as if waking up from a long wait, with loose eyebrows at the corners of his eyes.

I stretched out my hand, my fingertips slowly climbed over the edge of his slender finger, and squeezed him from the gap between the slightly bent fingers.

At this moment, I recovered, seeing Victor's eyes reflected in the fire of the fireplace.

We don't know since when we clasp our fingers together and hold our hands together.

In a silent night, only the firewood was still snapping.

MC: Victor, are you tired?

Victor: What do you mean?

MC: Everything.

*All the fatigue of endlessly walking through the timeline, all the tragedy you had to witness, all the pain that you had to bear, all the hopes that you've repeatedly dashed countless times .

MC: You said that it is enough to enjoy your current life before the end. You already know the ending, understand the truth, or do you want to move on?

Victor: Not enough.

Victor spoke softly, but every word made a sound.

Victor: I am not someone who can transcend desires, I also have my own desires.

He doesn't need to say anything, I already know everything.

I curled up on the sofa, silently nestled in his arms, clasped his waist tightly with my hands, and fell on his sturdy chest.

Victor pulled the blanket and put a light hand on my shoulder.

With fire light and falling snow, the sound of two hearts beating is clear.

I know that I am embracing the most real Victor, the extremely real Victor.

PART 5

Time passed quietly, and it came to the last moment.

The whole city is shining bright neon under our feet. Busy and calm-as usual, as if we can wait for every night in the morning light.

MC: Victor, when you brought me here for the first time, did you expect the world to become like this?

Victor shook his head.

MC: So what was the anxiety in your heart when you stood here?

Victor turned his head and looked at me, then smiled.

Victor: It is impossible to completely hold a fool in his hand, hold it tightly, and keep her from leaving.

MC: Did I make you worry a lot? I know you have been looking for me for a long time.

Victor: Not long.

Victor: After experiencing real time, I only feel that the years when I found you were as short as you went to buy me a cup of coffee

Heard what he said, I couldn't help being reminded of memories long ago.

MC: I just thought you were really harsh and annoying. There were so many conditions for asking me to buy a coffee.

MC: .. Now, I really want to buy it for you again

MC: No matter how many weird conditions you have, I will never get it wrong again.

Victor looked towards the boundless sky with emotion. In the night, countless meteors slowly fell, dazzling light across the blue to dark night sky.

It's not long since 19:17.

MC: Victor, I want to do something very important.

Victor: I know.

MC: But I just want to be your dummy and live the most ordinary and ordinary life.

MC: Let you have endless heart and endless planning plans every day, and bring you all kinds of trivial troubles.

MC: Then in the blink of an eye, you can...

With tears in my eyes, crying was already entrained in my voice, so I refused to continue.

Victor: She also said that she didn't like crying anymore.

I took a few breaths and stubbornly held my voice.

MC: I didn't cry!

Victor stepped forward and held me tightly in his arms. Surrounded by the familiar smell, I closed my eyes and gripped the corner of his suit with my hands.

My only wish is to be with him.

It’s okay to laugh and being embraced in his arms like this, I don’t want others.

But more important than this wish...

It's him. He can't just usher in the ending like this.

MC: When I come back, I will bring you a cup of coffee.

I grab his arms and made a promise, and he softly responded by caressing my hair.

Victor: Alright.

MC: That’s all? Don’t you have anything else to say?

MC: In the past, you always remind me about the deadline of my proposal, you would remind me not to oversleep like an elementary school kids for the meeting the next day.

MC: At this important moment, don’t you have something else to say?

MC: I’m going to do something big this time.

Victor loosened his arms around me slightly and looked at me.

Victor: I know.

Victor: But you’re no longer a dummy you used to be, there’s nothing you can’t do.

I have already understood his calmness from his eyes. As expected, I can’t still beat him. 

I want to say something, but I felt something. There were snow-white feathers on my fingertips.

There is no time.

I subconsciously grabbed Victor’s hand--  

MC: Victor..

My heart was overwhelmed by the huge perseverance, I almost called his name from the deepest part of my throat.

As he was holding me, there’s deep complex look between his brows.

Victor: Are you afraid?

I kept shaking my head, shaking my head anxiously!

It is not fear, nor regret, no matter what is waiting for me in front of me, at this moment I will walk firmly.

But even so, I still want to stop for another moment, a moment is enough for me to call his name again, to look at him again. .

Even... hoping that time can stop at this time.

I don't want to let go of his hand.

Victor hugged me with one hand, lifted my chin, and dropped a deep lingering kiss. 

During the exchange of our breathing, I looked into his squinted eyes & saw a love that I had never seen before.

The tears that kept spinning in my eyelids were still drawn from the corners of my eyes when I was on my post. I gripped his shirt tightly, very tightly.

Aware of my silent choking, Victor clapped his hands and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with his index fingers.

Victor: Don't be afraid. No matter how difficult things are in front of you in the past, can't you always do well?

Victor: This time, there will be no exception.

The scene in front of me and his voice were slowly dissipating, and I looked at him deeply, unable to say a word.

I clearly felt that Victor held my hand tighter, tighter than ever, as if he wanted to keep me too.

Like he didn't want to leave me alone.

He opened his mouth, what he was saying, but I couldn't hear anything and my senses were blurred.

Victor: ...Remember, to get me back.

MC: What?

I vaguely heard something, but couldn't be sure.

The white wings spread out in the dark night, and the sky is connected one after another, and the scattered white wings sit on the tall buildings together with the meteor, and fall into the street...

Victor let go of my hand and stepped back half a step, his eyes showed unprecedented joy.

MC: Victor!

Victor: I....

He was telling me something. His deep voice was mixed with a firmness that I've never heard before, but I could only vaguely recognize the words that I wanted to hear the most from his mouth. After that she calls his name

MC: Victor...

The sight was finally dark, and Victor's deep gaze disappeared in front of me.

The city fell into the night amidst the noisy shouts-

Victor slowly opened his hand and caught a piece of pure white feather in the air. The corners of his lips were gentle, his eyes drooping slightly.

That feather just lay quietly on his palm, soaked in moonlight, as slender as she looked at him at the last moment.

---- END ----

I’m sorry if there’s some mistranslation. Kindly tell me if you found some :) thank you for read it~ ^^

[gt-newbie]

I thought of this prompt a while ago and suddenly felt like making a short story with it, so here it is. Sorry if this sucks ass

Generally, surviving was never hard for little borrower girl Arani. It was having fun and comfort that was a challenge for her, except if you count repairing holes in her clothes as fun. From 6 to 14, she tries to sleep through all the sounds the humans make, and during the rest of the day, she goes out, takes what she needs, not wants, and goes back into the safety off the walls to do whatever she has to do, like repairing her home a bit, checking up on supplies, seeing if the schedule of the humans change and all that.

It's not an ideal life for Arani, and especially not a crowded life, but it's the one she chose. She had the choice between living by herself, all alone, or she could be forced to "fall in love" with someone she hardly liked and reproduce in a few years. Even if wasn't for her lack of sexual desire, she'd still have chosen this life. Her family and the people she knew are all far away now, and Arani herself has long since gotten used to her new house and the family in it: 2 adult humans and one teenage girl. She doesn't know much about her next to the fact that she's named Lucy and, by the looks of it, she's likely around the same age as her, maybe 1 or 2 years older.

One day, as Arani repairs some clothes on a sunday evening, she peers out of a small, unnoticed crack into the living room. Only Lucy seems to be home, her parents probably at work. Thinking of it, Arani realised the girl's parents were gone for work a lot, making it easier for her to borrow during the day, a luxury not a lot of borrowers can afford.

Lucy seems to be doing something around and behind the TV, seemingly plugging some new contraption in, almost looking like a VCR. Ever since Arani saw the family bring it in yesterday, she always wondered why the humans would need a second VCR if their current one seemed to be working fine. Humans truly are strange creatures.

After a while, Lucy is done fiddling around, turns on the TV and puts a weird looking tape in the VCR before turning it on. As it turns on, Arani remembers the weird looking remotes, one of which Lucy grabs. After that, the contraption becomes even more peculiar...and even more exciting.

This is no ordinary VCR. Lucy is seemingly in control of everything happing on the TV. She pushes a button and a man on it jumps. She pushes a direction going right and the man follows that direction. It seems so simple, yet so fun.

Arani enjoys herself watching Lucy play, watching her react to everything. All the excitement and joy, however, quickly turns into a form of sadness and emptiness. What she just saw was one of the most thrilling things she saw in life thus far, and she can never experience it. She can only amuse herself in her free time by singing the same songs to herself and watching the humans go about their mundane life, both of which grow old easily. However, could this emptyness also be...loneliness?

Arani quickly laughs off that idea, having found her own entertainment for the day and quickly goes to work again.

She finds herself waking up around 2 on monday, but only goes out to borrow at 4, having delayed her trip by double-checking supplies and lying miserably in her sock bed.

Borrowing trips never take that long. She's fairly experienced and doesn't have to hide much around this hour. After grabbing some water, bread crumbs, salted chips and bringing those back to her house, she goes out one last time to retrieve a sock the family had lost and neglected a long time ago after coming right out of the washing machine. She could use that for cloth for her clothes and bag.

While pulling the sock along the living room floor, she quickly looks back at the mysterious VCR from earlier. Looking at it, she loses her survival instinct for a while and only feels desire. There are no humans around, so surely it couldn't hurt, right? Borrowers take what they need, and everyone needs fun once in a while.

Climbing the shelf of the TV, she presses the power button, after which she goes to check the inside of the VCR. She's in luck, the cartridge is still inside. After pressing the VCR's button, she pulls the remote, or as she heard Lucy call it, the controller a bit further away from the tv so she can see everything. Luckily the controller is not that big and she can reach every button with relative ease.

The game starts up, and after pressing all of the buttons, she finds that a small, black one starts everything up. She tries to play, but immediatly dies on her first attempt. Not surprising, seeing how she still has to get used to the controls.

That all changes around 5 o'clock. She traverses the lands, jumps over every obstacle and is able to fight some turtle looking baddie for a third time. It's only when she gets another game over that she realises how much time flew by with all that fun. However, looking at the clock, she understands that she made one big mistake.

In Lucy's schedule, she always comes home around 5 o'clock from monday until friday, and sure enough, the front door opens with a loud creak, quickly followed by footsteps coming into the living room.

As the game plays a demo of the gameplay, Arani stares up at the massive human above her. In her attempt to have some fun, she got caught and endangered not only herself, but her entire race. Her mind is filled with all the horrifying stories of humans, each worse than the last.

Lucy begins to get on her knees, hand reaching out, making Arani fall to the floor in a panicked manner, closing her eyes which were on the verge of tears and hugged her knees tightly, waiting to be grabbed and for it all to be over.

However, that time never comes, as Lucy grabs the second controller lying behind Arani and plugs it into the second port of the VCR. She sits down cross-legged and softly looks at Arani, having opened her eyes again

"Hey. I have some free time before I have to start on some schoolwork, so can I play along?" Lucy says nonchalantly, catching Arani off guard. She can't help but just look in surprise at the sudden mercy she received and nods her head, more so out of fear rather than friendliness. Arani starts, but despite her experience in the game so far, she immediatly dies again, still being impacted from the shock.

"Don't sweat it, everybody dies there. My turn!" Lucy reacts. Arani asks herself why she is still staying next to the human, but can't find an answer for the life of her. Does the game have some sort of brainwashing effect on borrowers? Is she scared to get crushed if she tries to run away? Or maybe, just maybe, she realises that loneliness from before wasn't just for entertainment. It was longing for someone to hang out with.

"D'AGGH, how do the trampolines even work?" Arani is interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of Lucy dying. That means it was her turn again, and surely enough, she gets through the level like an expert, clearly leaving Lucy in awe.

"...okay, you're gonna have to show me how you got so high with the trampoline later" and surprising herself, Arani laughs.

With each passing turn, the two start to talk to each other more and more, with Arani's fear of humans becoming less and less drastic.

As the clock strikes 6 o'clock, the two saddly look at each other and realise it's time for the two of them to get back to work. Arani tries to quickly wave goodbye and drag the sock along with her, but is interrupted by Lucy quickly asking something.

"Wait! I-I really had fun today. It's a lot more entertaining with some company. If you can, would you like to join me around the same time tomorrow?" and without hesitation, Arani nods her head. Lucy gives a quick "thank you", grabs the sock and puts it closer to the not-so-unnoticed crack in the wall. Before Arani can shoot Lucy a confused look, she already stands tall again and waves her goodbye at the little borrower, grabbing her bag and going upstairs.

One thing's for certain though: This wasn't their last encounter, nor would it be their best. The ones to follow would only bring them closer.

[dumpsiteforfics]

Las Vegas, Baby!

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.

Genre: Fluff, romance

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: slight mention of rape and murder! Only once, no graphical description!

Summary: This is from my Model au! This is two part story. Wait for part 2. ☺️ It's just something fluffy and cute. Just a reason to write these two together!

If you have a background idea about this au, you might be aware that I have used Spencer as model instead of Lila archer and Aaron is the agent who is gone on Spencer! Team comprised of Gideon, rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Garcia at that time!

You can check all my model au musings for more information -> 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 . Please ignore the typos and grammatical mistakes, English is difficult lmao!! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

"Okay everyone, we have a few hours till we reach Vegas, so get some shut eye if you need because we will start working until we find this unsub once we touch down!" Aaron ordered the team. Everyone agreed quickly as Aaron stood up to take his corner seat where he could spread out the files again. As he started looking into the files, making notes of some of the points they had already discussed, the team including Garcia who was still on the video call were talking quietly about lighter things before parting.

"So chocolate thunder, I hope you won't have too much fun without me over there. I'm so jealous that you are in Vegas after so long and I'm not even there!"

Morgan chuckled at Garcia's frustration, "I know baby girl! It's not everyday that we get a case in a city like Vegas! When was the last time we came for a case? Do you remember?" He mused out loud.

Rossi who was just listening to their talk quietly answered, "I think it was when we were helping with that stalker case of that gorgeous kid! What was his name again, Aaron?"

Morgan bit his lips to stop a chuckle passing through as they all watched minute change in their boss's posture. His back stiffened lightly and he frowned deeply before shooting a glare to Rossi as he replied, "Spencer Reid I believe."

Before Rossi could ask something more, Garcia gushed, "Oh God yes!! How did I forget!!! He was so gorgeous and sexy and he was such a cute little rabbit!! I wish I could have had a chance to meet him, you guys were so lucky to have met him!"

Emily and JJ were the only ones at this point who seemed to be out of loop and after watching Garcia's reaction they couldn't ignore asking anymore.

"Okay, holdup Penelope, what's going on? " It was Emily who finally asked her.

"Ohhh he is this gorgeous baby model! He is pretty much famous now but at that time he was being stalked by his obsessed best friend. And BAU was involved. This was back when Gideon was still on team and our fearless leader here was Spencer's security detail! " And then Garcia's voice turned into a hushed (still a bit loud) whisper as she continued, "Bossman's photo with the model was on the front page of all fashion magazines. They created quite a buzz around as well!"

"Okay that's enough!! Everybody go to sleep or I can give you work to do right now, choose wisely!" Hotch ordered, looking pointedly at every single one of them and within a second Garcia bid goodbye, disconnecting the call quickly!

Everyone else just shared a knowing glance with each other before dispersing to their preferred seats all over the plane!

It was going to be a long case, Aaron thought!!

***†***

The team soon forgot all about this supposed model who seemed to be a somewhat touchy subject for their boss. As they reached the LVPD, they were quickly immersed in the work, giving all of their focus to the case as it should be!

It was a bad case, of course all the cases are bad, but there are always some cases who suck everything good out of them, and this was one of those! Closeted teenagers being raped and murdered and the only good thing about it all was that the LEOs were helpful instead of hindering the investigation, without their full support the case would've taken a lot longer.

They were supposed to be flying out that night but the Jet was not in a good condition and their pilot told them that they will most likely be able to fly the next night! Though they would've loved going home as soon as they can, spending a night in Vegas didn't seem like such a bad option.

The team was talking about where they should have dinner and how they should spend the night, considering they didn't have any work and it was as good as vacation! Aaron was in a separate corner talking to someone on the phone and they all just thought he was talking to Strauss, giving her idea about the case and the delay!

As he came back, the team had already decided on a few options, so Rossi put a hand on Aaron's shoulder before saying, "Aaron, we are thinking of hitting this really nice restaurant for dinner, my treat, we deserve it after this long case!"

Surprisingly Aaron shook his head, he waited for a second to choose his words carefully before explaining the reason. "I'm sorry I won't be joining you all tonight! I have dinner plans already with someone else, we will meet tomorrow at the airport when the plane is ready to takeoff! "

Everyone was quite! This was probably the first time they have heard Aaron Hotchner having plans other than work and spending time with the team! He looked cute trying to look stern so no one would ask him questions, but well Rossi was never the one to shut his mouth when Hotch needed it.

"Does it involve certain model with curly hair, bambi eyes and smile to die for?" He asked, like a little shit he was!

But tonight seemed to be a night of surprises because instead of receiving a well placed glare, all they received was a rare dimpled smile which made almost everyone pause their breathing for a second, because yeah it was that gorgeous!

"Well that's for me to know and you to never find out!" Aaron replied, still smiling, before he left them.

They just looked at each other, not really sure if that really happened, but then Morgan whistled, "He is so fucking meeting that boy!!! I knew it! Penelope is going to love this gossip!"

There was still so much about their boss that they weren't aware of!!

***†***

As soon as Aaron rang the bell, Spencer was there opening the door with huge smile! Before Aaron could even place his bags down, he was enveloped in a bear hug by none other than The Spencer Reid, model, actor and his boyfriend!

"I didn't think you'd really come! God!! You are here, you are really here!! Shit, let me see you!" Spencer pulled away, his hands immediately cupping Aaron's face, those eyes almost a bit teary and Aaron felt his heart breaking a little bit! Both of their jobs required a lot of their time and they had to travel constantly. And with the amount of work they both had, they weren't able to spend a lot of time together at all! They both travelled back and forth whenever they got the free time in their schedule, but currently Spencer was working in a movie and he had been so busy with the work that they were not able to meet for more than six months.

Spencer pulled away before taking him inside the house, inside his bedroom. And Aaron kept his bags in their designated place before going to take shower. He would have really liked to have Spencer with him in there but from the looks of it, he had already showered.

So he focused on taking a quick shower, feeling better already in the close existence of his love as the hot water started to relax his tired and aching muscles. He dried his body quickly, snapping one towel around his waist as he came out of the bathroom, drying his head with other towel.

But then it was snatched away by clever fingers and he was pushed on the bed, sitting at the end of it before that lithe body he loved so much was sitting across his lap! Spencer straddled him, before starting to dry his head with the towel he snatched earlier. Aaron hummed as he felt Spencer throwing away the towel after a few minutes before raking his long fingers through his locks. He knew how soothing it was for Aaron, and it helped in melting away those last few evidences of the tension he still had.

He wanted to kiss his boyfriend, preferably 10 minutes ago, but they had a silent agreement. If he kisses now, they won't have a dinner, and he very much wanted to have that dinner with his boyfriend, he wanted to listen to his rants, he wanted to feed him few bites, play a little game of footsie just to make his boyfriend giggle childishly and then when they are full, then he will kiss him! Small, butterfly kisses at first and then they will get heavier and then they will start touching each other and that time they won't have to stop in the middle of it for anything. Because then they'll have only one purpose, to feed the hunger their bodies felt these past few months, and relearn each other's bodies, love those spots and crooks and valleys all over again, and intertwine as one to not part again for little while.

They'll do all of that, soon, but first dinner!!

[crescentsteel]

Just Friends - Part 8

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo , model fem reader warnings: slow burn, fluff, smut word count: 8.5k (I can’t be stopped, can I?)

AO3

Happy Birthday, my favorite captain!! [additional notes at the end]

Part 7 | Part 9 | m.list

You’ve decided. 

You’re going to tell him. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. After that phone call, you couldn’t reply to his texts without getting nervous. When he asked you for dinner one night, you made up an excuse not to go because you were scared that he’d see through you. You don’t plan to avoid him. You just want some time to collect yourself before you face him again. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much of that. His party is tonight. Because you were so flustered during the call, you didn’t ask any details about the party. You only asked what it's for, but he didn’t really give any specifics. 

‘I just felt like it.’

That’s the only thing he told you. You don’t know who are the people going. You don’t even know what to wear.

You’d call Kenma but you’re not sure if he’s actually invited. You’re left with no choice but to ask the guy himself. You get your phone and shoot him a message.

‘Where and when is the party? What do I wear?’

You weren’t expecting a quick reply because it was still working hours, but your phone vibrates before you can put it down. 

‘Something like what you were wearing in my grad party. Kenma will pick you up.”

You’re relieved that it was Kenma and not him. You couldn’t imagine being alone with him in that tiny space of his car. You realized that this will be the first time you and Kenma will get a chance to talk to each other without Kuroo around. It couldn’t be more perfect. He’s the perfect person to tell your dilemma to. 

You finished your scheduled shoot that morning and went shopping for what you can wear. While you were looking for dresses, you determined that you should just tell him tonight. After the party, you’d ask him to drive you home. You’ll do it during the ride. You weren’t going to confess for the purpose of moving your relationship forward. You just want to let it out of your system. You believed that when you say it this time, you can finally move on from your feelings. You’ll just talk it out like two adults. You still want to be friends with him and Kenma. Surely, you could still be that even when he rejects you. It’ll be awkward at first, but it’ll pass. Before you even know it, it’ll just be laughing matter between you two. 

You become more meticulous in choosing what to wear. In the end, you decided with a white leather bustier and a high waist black skirt that went just below your knees. You throw in a brown cropped jacket so you won’t get cold. Sure you’d get rejected, but at least you’ll be exceptionally pretty when you do.

—

When you get in Kenma’s car, nostalgia hits you. Around a year ago, it was him in your car when you were crying your eyes out like an idiot.

“How’ve you been y/n?” It wasn’t small talk. He honestly wanted to know how you’ve been since he hasn’t been around much.

“Awful recently. I realized I’m still in love with that bastard.” You don’t mince between words and go straight to what you wanted to talk about. You’ve been keeping it all to yourself that when your trusted confidant is there, you just had to say it immediately. 

He glances at you briefly, then returns his eyes on the road. His face remains impassive.

“What do you plan to do about it?”

You sigh. “I’ll tell him later.”

Even from the side profile, you noticed the way his eyes lit up with amusement and the way the corner of his lip twitched. You know what he’s thinking. He probably finds it a bit funny you’re going to try again despite what happened last time. 

“Is it weird that would?” Your words coated with doubt. You were determined in your decision, but if Kenma thinks otherwise, your composure will plummet down and you’re not sure you can recover.

“No. You should do it, y/n. You never know.” He was more than encouraging. He sounded like it was definitely the right thing to do. 

When you made up your mind that you’d confess, you had no expectations. You know that Kuroo’s just flirtatious and touchy because of the previous nature of your relationship. Those couldn’t mean anything else. 

But Kenma knew Kuroo better than you did. They go way way back. With Kenma’s statement, a bud of hope sprouts from your once unexpecting heart. He wouldn’t say that if there’s no likelihood that Kuroo has feelings for you too.

You managed to calm yourself before. Now that you thought you and Kuroo can actually happen, you feel your nerves fluctuating.

“Wish me luck, Kenma.”

The stoplight turns red. With the car stopped, Kenma looks at you with warm and supportive eyes.

“You don’t need it, y/n.”

The bud of hope you had earlier was watered and fertilized by those four little words. Maybe there really is something more than just friendship for you and Kuroo. You push back the surge of confidence you were feeling. You didn’t want it to get in your head. You still were going to tell him the same things you rehearsed in your head this afternoon. The only difference is now there’s a chance that you won’t get totally turned down.

You didn’t talk about it further with Kenma. He gave you what you were looking for and he didn’t ask about the details as well. You move the topic to him and the rest of the drive was spent talking about his career and yours. It was mostly about what happened when you left.

You both arrive at the hotel. Apparently, Kuroo rented the bar of the building. When you entered the place, there were many people there already, people you didn’t know. How glad you were that at least Kenma was there. You’d assume this is a work-related party, but the people don’t look like they’re from the business side of things. Everyone looked like they’re about the same age as you.

A man with slicked back brown hair approaches. “Kenma! How’s our resident CEO?” 

“Still the same, Yaku.” If Kenma knows him, he might be someone from their high school. The guy looks at you and stares for a few seconds, admiration quite transparent on his face.

“Hi.” You smile courteously.

A faint blush surfaces on his cheeks once he realized he was indeed staring. “Oh hello.” He recovers quickly and adds, “I didn’t know Kenma has a girlfriend.”

You were about to correct him, but Kenma already spoke before you were able to say anything. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s Kuroo’s …uhhh, friend.” Even to a stranger, that pause was very telling. Even though you liked it to be what Kenma was implying, you didn’t want anyone to misinterpret your relationship with Kuroo. Especially when it really isn’t like that. 

“Y/n. I’m a friend of Kenma and Kuroo.” You took the liberty of introducing yourself properly and clear any possible misunderstanding.

“Morisuke Yaku, former teammate of this guy here and that rooster head.” Your smile widens at the nickname. You’ll be using that next time when you have your usual banter battles. “Speaking of which, where’s the birthday boy?” Yaku asked.

Birthday boy? 

People suddenly started clapping and cheering. You turn around to see the commotion and find Kuroo to be the center of attention. “There he is.” Yaku looks at Kuroo who’s currently being greeted by persons he was passing by. “See you later, y/n. I have to greet the stupid celebrant.” He gives a quick wave and walks to Kuroo.

Holy crap! It was his birthday? That’s why the people in the room looked like his age. They’re his friends he invited to celebrate with him. 

Last time, you weren’t able to celebrate his personal graduation party. Now, you attend his birthday party without knowing it’s his birthday. You came empty-handed. You harshly faced Kenma. “Why didn’t you tell me it was his birthday?!”

“Huh? Didn’t he tell you?”

“No! He just said he was throwing a party. I thought it was work-related or whatever.” Kenma suddenly coughs and looks straight ahead. You follow his line of vision which traveled to Kuroo who is now only a few steps away from you. 

You thought you were prepared for the whole confession jazz you were about to do, but at the sight of the man on the receiving end, your head became a fumbling mess. If anyone could see your brain right now, they’d probably see fumes steaming out as you drill it with one question after another. 

What do you say to him? How should you act? Do you look weird right now? How do you normally talk again?

Kenma taps your shoulder. “Just greet him a happy birthday y/n.” He said softly beside you. He must’ve noticed that you suddenly went rigid.

“Heey. Glad you made it.” Kuroo’s delighted smile erased all the worrying in your head. He looks happy with his friends coming together today. 

At that moment, you decided to delay your plans for now. It was his day. You didn’t want to burden him today with the need to tell him your feelings. Even with Kenma’s encouragement, you just weren’t entirely sure that Kuroo sees you the way you see him. For tonight, you’re going to pretend everything’s fine.

“I did say I’d come, right?” You smile back at him and go for a friendly hug. “Happy Birthday.” You say softly while still enveloped in his arms. “Thanks, kitten” You’re about to let go but he prolongs the embrace, his one hand going up to the back of your head. 

You’re a second away from panicking when someone calls his attention, causing him to release you. 

“Catch you later?” He asked you before going back to other guests. “Go ahead, birthday boy.” You’re glad to still have at least a tiny percentage of your sass with you right now.

“Please tell me you’re still going to do it.” Kenma said behind you. You let out one heavy puff. “Not tonight.” He groans while rubbing his face with frustration.

“I’ll head out for a bit.”

“Where are you going? He might look for you.”

“Just at the balcony. I need some air.” You pat his shoulder with a smile before heading towards the veranda. It was true that you needed some air.

When you opened the glass door leading outside, the cold breeze welcomed you in its full glory, but you embraced it. 

You stare blankly at the building and the night sky as you lean your elbows on the railings. This is nice. It’s not totally quiet. You could still hear the muted chatters inside, but you feel isolated from them. For once, you felt alone even from your own thoughts. It felt great. You weren’t even aware of it, but you realized just now that ever since you came back to Japan, you were always preoccupied. If it wasn’t your job, it was Kuroo. 

Weirdly, even though your thoughts drifted back to him just now, you still feel at peace. It must be the ambiance.

You hear someone open the door leading to where you are. You have no problems having small talk with strangers, but right now, you didn’t want to be disturbed. You don’t get moments like this at all. If you’re lucky, they won’t talk to you.

You continued minding your own business until someone stood beside you. Still, you pretended not to notice them, whoever they are.

“What’s a pretty lady doing all alone out here?”

You rested your chin on your palm as you face the source of the voice. Of course you knew who it was. You didn’t even have to look at him. 

A humored grin crept on your lips when you see him resting his back and elbows against the metal balustrade.

“What’s the star of the night doing out here?” You countered. It’s strange. You don’t feel nervous. You are alone with the object of your affection. You thought you’d fidget at least a little. 

“Got a little tired from entertaining everyone. Just wanted to take it easy for a while.”  He responded while staring blankly at the direction of the bar. Like you, he found the stillness of the atmosphere relaxing. You could see it in his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

He chuckled. “Cause knowing you, you’d buy some expensive shit I probably don’t need.”

“So? It’s not like I can’t afford them.”

He stood straight, only to turn to the same direction you were facing. He slouched and placed his elbows on the railings while his eyes took in the busy streets of Tokyo.

“You being here today is enough already.”

His statement contained no humor. It wasn’t affectionate either. He just threw the words plainly in the air like an objective truth.

Only comfortable silence followed as you eye the same scene he’s watching. You don’t know what was it that came over you, but it just felt like it was the perfect time to say it. You’ll be disregarding that it was his birthday, but you don’t mind. You should say it now. 

“Listen, Kuroo.”

When your orbs meet his, you don’t falter. More than anything, you feel more sure about the next words that are about to come out of your mouth. “I’m—

“Kuroo-san!”

You both look at the doorway leading back to the bar from which a light blonde lady and a gray haired guy came out. They look awfully familiar, like you’ve seen them somewhere. 

“Lev. Alisa. What are you doing here?” 

The Russian siblings. You’ve seen them on a billboard. They’re big names in Japan, according to what you’ve heard from the people you’ve worked with when you came back. 

“What do you mean ‘what are we doing here?’ You invited us.” Lev said. 

Kuroo sighed and looked irritated. “I mean right here on this balcony.”

“We couldn’t find you inside.” Lev replied before he shifted his attention to you. “Wow. Woow! Kuroo-san. Is that y.n?” He turned to Kuroo as he asked.  “Oh right! You guys model too.” Kuroo introduced the three of you properly. “Oh my Gosh. You look even prettier in person.” Alisa said with eyes twinkling in admiration while she gapes at your face. 

You’re used to flattery, but it feels weird coming from other models, especially her. She had gorgeous green eyes and natural blonde hair. She’s also taller than you. You honestly think that if you two entered the room at a same time, the attention would all be on her.  

“How did you and Kuroo meet?” She questioned inquisitively. You’ve never had to answer that question. It was always a question of how you and Kuroo related, now how you two met. “Uhhh. Well..” You think hard of a possible scenario where you and Kuroo could have possibly made acquaintances, one that doesn’t involve alcohol and sex. 

“Met her at a party during uni days. She also knows Kenma.” Kuroo answered for you. 

It wasn’t a lie, but it sounded normal. Now you know what story to tell when someone else asks. 

“I see. Nice to meet you, y.n!” She said enthusiastically right before clinging to Kuroo’s arms. You were shocked at the gesture. Kuroo didn’t seem to mind though. Were they close enough for that amount of physical contact?

“Happy Birthday Kuroo-san!” The siblings greeted in unison with jovial tones. Alisa suddenly looks at you. “Is it okay if we take him for a while?” The way she asked was very pleasant and kind, but it annoyed you. You were about to tell Kuroo something extremely important. You already overlooked the fact that they barged in at that moment. Now, they’re going to drag him away with her holding onto him. 

“Actually, we were talking.” Kuroo said hesitantly. “Eh? It’ll just be a while. And they’re also looking for you inside.” Lev voiced out. 

There were many times you had to fake a smile, but this one, this one takes the cake. It took everything from you to make it as genuine as you wanted. “It’s okay! You should go with them, Kuroo.” 

‘Resist some more.’ You pleaded in your head, only to be disappointed. 

“I’ll be back, I swear.” The determination in his voice didn’t help lessen the displeasure you have on what’s happening. Your jaws are hurting from the effort you put in smiling. As soon as they turn their backs on you, your eyes squint at where Alisa’s and Kuroo’s limbs are connected. You didn’t think Kuroo was the kind to be that cozy with other women. You tried to reason with yourself that maybe they’re just really close. You’re not the only lady friend after all. 

But it wasn’t working. You’re downright exasperated that some other girl took him right when you’re about to confess to him. Did they have any idea how your week has been, constantly thinking about him and him only? Everything was going so smoothly and they just had to ruin it. 

Even if Kuroo will be back, he won’t be back to how he left you there. Hell no. That’s not how it’s going to be. It’s just impossible to be that calm again when you’re boiling over like this. 

You decide that the best way to spend the rest of the night is to spend it with a long lost friend - liquor. You haven’t been drinking at all since you flew to U.S. and you never went out partying like you did here in Japan.

You stomp back inside. 

“Anything with vodka.” You told the bartender as soon as you reached the counter. 

While waiting for your drink, you automatically look for Kuroo. He’s surrounded by his friends with Alisa on his side. She’s pressed a little too close to him for your liking. 

The realization that hit you wasn’t a welcome one. 

You were not just irked. You’re jealous. You’re fucking jealous for Christ’s sake. You took your seat and palmed your forehead. You’ve never been more thankful to a bartender when your drink arrives. 

You drank the mix like it was water. You needed it. You were so upset. Not only were you not able to admit your feelings, you also got jealous when you had no right to be. They were probably just friends anyways. 

It’s too early to be drinking, but you don’t give a damn. “Hey.” You called out the bartender. “Keep them coming until I tell you to stop.” 

It was on your fourth glass when you felt the aftermath of drinks you raced to finish. You didn’t even have to move for you to know that your sense of balance is getting wobbly. 

“Y.n.? You okay?” 

 Someone sat beside you. It sounded like a man, a concerned one. But you just laugh it off. “Please. If you’re not drinking with me, I’d rather not have this conversation.” You hear him sigh. “Gin and Tonic here.”

You swivel your chair so you could face him, which was a bad idea. The sudden motion made you extra dizzy. You slapped the cold marble of the counter to stop yourself from swirling further than you should. When you stabilize yourself, you take a good look at the person beside you. 

Brown hair, bright eyes. What was his name again? Toshisuke Gaku? Maku? Or was it Saku? 

“Hello, Taku-san.” You made your best impression to look sober. 

He softly laughed. “It’s Yaku actually.”

Lucky you, you were almost drunk so you just giggled. “Sorry. I blame these.” You pinpoint the three empty glasses and the fourth one that’s half finished. “Isn’t it a tad early to be getting drunk?” The bartender hands him his drink which he takes a sip at. 

“Yeah, it is.” Yet you continued drinking the liquor you asked for. You’d stop if it was making you feel any better, but it wasn’t. So you’ll keep drinking until it does. It isn’t like you to be reckless. But tonight, you’ll make an exception. You’ll just ask Kenma to drive you home when you’re wasted already. 

“Want to talk about it?” You couldn’t figure out if he was flirting or he’s being nice. You haven’t been into any dates, so you’re a bit rusty picking up if you’re being hit on.

“Not really.” You chose to be cautious. 

"I’m practically a stranger. Your secret will be safe with me.”

You scoff at him. “You’re not a stranger. You’re friends with Kuroo.”

He puts his glass down on the counter with gleaming eyes. “So it’s about him.”

What is seriously up with these people? Kuroo, Kenma, now this guy. They’re all too astute, it’s abnormal. “No, it’s not.” You denied. Even though he was spot on, you still wouldn’t admit it. 

“You keep peeking at him every once in a while.”

You take another sip. “Why are you hellbent on talking about him? I don’t want to talk about him.” You intended to sound ticked off, but the rising and falling of your voice from the alcohol failed you. He chuckled. “When I saw you a while ago, I thought you were the serious type of person.”

“I am! I’m just really tipsy right now.” That you admit. 

“I can see that.”

You involuntarily look at Kuroo to see if the Haiba lady is still with him. It’s been a great while now since he left with her. But there they are, still huddled with his other guests. 

You gulped straight your remaining drink. You’re going home. The alcohol is useless. You’re still pissed. You stood up from your seat. At the first step you take, the four glasses hit all at once. Your vision became unsteady. Your feet can’t tell if you’re about to go straight or sidewards. You’re also not sure if you’re swaying or it’s just your head that’s spinning. 

On your second step, you confirmed that indeed, it was you who’s swaying. You tried to regain your footing, but it only made things worse. You trip.

“Oh shit.” Yaku exclaimed as he saw you about to go down.

Good thing he was fast on his feet to catch you. He grips your arms to support you, but it looks like the drinks you had caught up with you already as you groan on his chest. He tried to shake off the effect it had on him. 

You are extremely attractive. He couldn’t take his eyes off you when he first saw you, but he sensed that something’s going on with you and Kuroo. You just confirmed his speculation from that tiny exchange you had. Him and Kuroo usually had contrasting tastes, but you happen to be one of the few exceptions. 

You try to hoist yourself up by gripping the fabric on his chest. You’re a bit taller than him, but you were slumped at him from the way you staggered earlier. You lift your head up and look at him with misty eyes. Crap, you’re too pretty even when at the brink of drunkenness. “I’ll call for Kuroo, okay?” That way, you’ll be out of his hands already.  

“Don’t!” You frantically opposed. “I’m going home. Please help me call a cab.” You suddenly giggle like a kid. “Apparently, I suck at it.”

That’s when he knew that the alcohol had fully set in your system. You were guarded not long ago and now you’re being cutesy and comfy with him. He couldn’t believe you thought you could go home by yourself like that. 

He should call Kuroo, or Kenma at least. But how can he do that when you look like you’ll fall on your face without assistance? 

To make things worse for him, your hands that were previously just on his chest crawl up to his shoulders as you rest your cheek on the crook of his neck. “Mmmm.” You put your weight against him as you relax within his hold. 

Oh no.

You passed out. 

On another side of the party, his own party, Kuroo couldn’t wait for the non-stop chatters to end. He held this party because he wanted to get everyone he knew together. Since everyone invited was almost related to Volleyball, he thought it’d be more like a reunion and he’d just be the sponsor. He didn’t plan to be the star of the night. It wouldn’t be so bad if Lev and Alisa didn’t bother you when you were about to say something important. He’s getting ahead of himself, but for a moment there, it seemed like you were about to confess. 

He’ll let Taketora finish whatever he’s saying then he’s going back to you. His eyes roamed around to see if you went back inside.

Someone must have said something funny because everyone around him suddenly laughed, everyone except him. He didn’t hear shit about what it was. All he focused on was you’re comfortably snuggled up on Yaku.

“Excuse me.” He didn’t even look back before he marched as fast as he could to reach you. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Yaku?” He gave the former Nekoma libero a threatening glare. Seeing you cozied up with someone else, even if it’s his friend, right on his birthday made him seethe with anger. Still, he lowered his voice to avoid unwanted attention.  “I’m not doing anything, dipshit. She drank like hell while you left her alone. You dumbass.”  

That alleviated his temper. For one thing, Yaku was right. He did leave you all alone. Most of the people here knew each other. You were practically an outsider. He should’ve introduced you to everyone. He was used to your self-reliance that he became unmindful of your situation. Still, what made you drink until you got this wasted? 

He shook his head from the lack of answer and from his own unthoughtfulness. 

He carefully takes your hand to gently wake you up. “Hey.” You raise your head and meet his eyes. At the sight of him, you instantly let go of Yaku and went to him on your own accord. You put your head against his chest and clutched his bicep with your other hand that he wasn’t holding. 

You groan before murmuring, “Kuroooo.” 

“Yes, kitten?”

“Happy Burthdaaay.” You already greeted him first thing a while ago, but this one softened him up. Even at your intoxicated state, it was his interests that are present in your mind. 

“Yaku, can you tell Kenma that I’m leaving the party to him?” 

Before Yaku could respond, Kenma beat Yaku to it. “I’m right here.” Kenma must have followed him when he walked away all of a sudden in the middle of their group’s conversation. 

“I’m leaving the party to you for a while.”

Kenma made a face as soon as he saw you flopped onto him, but Kenma didn’t complain. “Come back as soon as you can.”

He nods before slowly walking away with you hanging on to him. When you and Kuroo exit the place, Yaku walks to Kenma’s side.

“How long do you think before he comes back?” Yaku asked. 

Kenma took a few seconds to reply. “He’s not going to come back.”

—

“I want my bed,” you mutter on your seat with your eyes closed. He thought you’d be comfortable since he reclined the seat so you can lie down a bit.

“We’re on the way to my place, okay?” His one hand briefly lets go of the wheel to caress your knuckles. You swat his hand away and whined.

“Nooo. I want my bed.” 

You look like you’re about to throw a tantrum if he refuses. 

“In my purse. Keys. My bed.”

He didn’t hear anything from you again. When he had the chance, he glanced at you. You must have slipped back to unconsciousness.

He’d prefer if he took you to his apartment, but he wouldn’t want you throwing a drunken fit when you get up and find that you weren’t at the comfort of your own home.

So he drove to your place. 

He goes to your side of the car and helps you get out of the vehicle. The nap you took didn’t do you any good. He tried to support your strides, but your legs were like jelly. 

He went in front of you and slouched a bit. “Get on my back.” You immediately obeyed him.  He secures his grip on your legs as he starts walking towards your room. The place didn’t change so he still remembers where your unit is.

The guard almost halted him but didn’t do so when they saw that it was you he’s carrying. 

He let you down when you arrived at your door. 

“I feel like puking.” You covered your mouth with one hand.

Instead of answering, he quickly searched for your key card on your purse. If you’re gonna barf, you’re gonna do it inside. He hurriedly opens your door and assists you as you make your way to the kitchen sink. 

He caresses your back while you let out what you ingested earlier, which wasn’t a lot. It was mostly colored liquid, probably the ones you drank at his party.

“Feel better?”

You open the faucet to clean the mess you made, then you wipe your mouth before nodding to his question.

“Get me water please.”

You seat yourself on the edge of your bed while he gets what you asked for. 

He sits beside you before handing you a glass of water. 

Your eyes can now focus on something compared to earlier where you fluttered your lids just to fight the urge to pass out.

“Still fucked up, aren’t you?”

You laugh lowly. “The good kind though.” It was true. From being wasted, you’re now just happy drunk based on that amused grin playing on your lips.

He has no idea what’s going through your head. Maybe it’s just the alcohol coursing through you that made you feel elated. Still, he’s glad you’re somewhat okay now. He’d ask you what you were gonna say earlier, but he’ll be doubting any answer you’ll give. 

You did tell him before. You’re not you when you’re drunk. 

He’ll ask another time. For now, he’ll let you rest. 

He’s debating whether he should come back here later after the party or just leave you right now that you’re safe anyways. Honestly, he doesn’t want to come back to the party. He’d rather stay here and make sure you’d be okay, especially if you wake up in the morning with a hangover. 

Although you did let him in your place, it was only to take you home. You might flip if you wake up with him there. Also, the party was his. He kinda feels bad for Kenma who he left the burden to.

“Will you be okay?”

You place your palm on your sides as support while you lean back a little bit. “Yep. A-okay!” You simpered right after answering. 

He smiles at your cheerful drunk self. You’ll be okay. He’ll check up on you first thing in the morning to make sure.

“Call me when you need me, okay?” 

You grab his arm, halting him before he stands up. “You’re leaving already?” He almost thought that it was cute, but he couldn’t with the way you’re looking at him. 

You’re up to something. Something not good. Jesus Christ, he wanted to indulge you. But it’d be best to just ignore it. It’s all that liquor you drowned yourself with. “I still have my party, remember?”

“You won’t even kiss me good night?”

That heightened his awareness of the situation. It was just him and you, on your bed, with you stripped off of your inhibitions. One wrong move, and he might find himself doing something that will lead to regret when you’re both satiated. He hasn’t been enduring these past few months only for him to give in to your temptation now. He’s the sober one. He can keep things in check.

He moves closer to your face. You don’t even budge. Your eyes are fixated on his lips as he comes nearer, but his lips go up to your forehead instead. 

A flash of disappointment comes across your face, then you cackle all of a sudden. 

“What are we? In high school?” You continued laughing. He just stared at your overjoyed state. You didn’t need to be that vocal about your dissatisfaction in the kiss he just gave you. His plan to be nice to you tonight is still intact, but in the morning, he’ll give you a thorough narration of everything you did tonight. So sure, he’d let you enjoy whatever humored you at the moment. Tomorrow, it’ll be his turn. 

“When I said kiss,” your one hand creeps to his chest with your eyes following the movement. When your fingers reach his nape, you look into his eyes and softly say, “this is what I meant.”

You pull him in and press your lips onto his. 

He always imagined how this situation would go. Sometimes, when you talk, your words get tuned out and he can only think about how it’d be like to kiss you again. But no product of his imagination prepared him for this moment when he finally feels the lusciousness of your lips. When you open your mouth to nip his lower lip softly, all rational thoughts leave his head. Your taste was intoxicating and it wasn’t the trails of alcohol on your mouth. It was you, all you. 

You pull back right before he’s about to return the kiss.

Your hand leaves his neck, but your eyes keep locked with his. You don’t smile. You don’t move an inch. He does the same, as if you two are trapped in that point in time until one of you decides to shatter that moment. The air felt heavy as that fragile point of no return dangles dangerously between you two.

Even though he’s the sober one, he’s the first to give in.

“Fuck it.” 

His hand goes to the back of your head and reclaims your lips once again. He could not reciprocate your gentle kiss. He can only ravage your lips as he tries to make up for the time he’s lost you. It doesn’t help that you respond to him with the same intensity. It was a kiss that abandoned the boundary of friendship you both agreed to. At this point, he couldn’t give a shit as the clash of your tongues spur him on even more. 

He lets go of your lips. He moves to that nook just below your jaw and licks it right before sucking it softly. You let out a soft moan which made him smirk. He still knows your body all too well. 

Your hands that were gripping his shoulders frantically moved down to unbutton his suit. He takes off your jacket so he can trail down kisses on the curve of your shoulders. It’s been so long, yet he still hasn’t forgotten how you delicate your skin felt. He couldn’t get enough. He craved to do so much to you all at once. 

His one hand grips the side of your knees and hitches up the fabric of your skirt so he can feel the bare skin of your thighs. while the other snakes around your waist as his mouth moves down to your chest. As much as he loved the way your boobs looked with your top, it needs to go. He goes for your lips again as he fumbles with the clasps in front of your outfit. 

When he felt it come off, he pulls away for a moment just to take in the vision you provided, and holy fuck. You’re a sight straight from his fantasies. Your eyes are hazy with desire. You weren’t wearing anything beneath the top, so your unclad breasts graced his eyes as the garment still hung loosely on your shoulders. Your skirt’s yanked yup high enough that an inch more and he can already see what the cloth is concealing beneath it. 

You haven’t even touched him that much, but his arousal is already in its full glory. He’s so torn. He wants to fuck you slowly and delicately to savor the feeling of having you once again. But your appearance is making him want to do otherwise. 

“Why are you staring?”

Your question was real. You really had no idea why he was gaping at you. You had no idea how you look like a feast laid out for him and him only.   

He gets back to your bed and latches his lips onto yours again. You welcome him once more by grabbing the back of his head and treading your fingers on his hair. Instead of encasing you in his arms again, he gently moves you so that your back is against the headboard of the bed. He needs his two hands for all the things he’s going to do to your body. 

When your back is planted against the cushioned headboard, his hands proceed to cup your naked bosoms while he continues ravaging the delicious wonders of your lips. When he pinches the two hard buds, he earned himself a groan that you delivered right on his mouth. 

Even with his senses full of you, he didn’t miss how you clenched your thighs together. 

His lips wander down, taking his time as he sucks the skin leading to your breast. He swirls his tongue on the stiff nipple while he tweaks the other one with his deft fingers. You grasp his hair when he puts it between his teeth and gives it a soft tug. 

“Hnnnnng”

Your head is clouded with lust as Kuroo continues driving you wild with his tongue. It feels so good already. You are overwhelmed with nothing but the sensation he’s giving you. All you can do is take it as it assaults your whole being. The throbbing of your core only gets worse when his mouth showers your other breast with the same licking and sucking as he did with the other. 

Your thighs are quivering from how hard you’re pressing them together. He must’ve noticed since he suddenly pries them open with a nudge of his knee. That only made it worse though. Now there is nothing that’s appeasing the need in your center. 

You pull his head and look at him. 

“Touch me already.”

His fingers immediately trace the skin of your thigh until he’s grazing your clothed slit, but it still not enough. 

“Your underwear is soaked, kitten.”

How can it not be? You’ve been wanting to touch and be touched by him for so long. If your body didn’t feel as heavy and if your head just spun a little less, you would’ve shoved him on his back and rode him until you got your release. 

But as you requested, he did as you told. He removed your thong and threw it somewhere on your bed. At the first stroke of his fingers on the flesh of your damp cavern, you whimper already. Your hands fly to the edge of the headboard to steady yourself as you spread your legs open for his further ministrations. 

Kuroo always thought you were hot as hell. He leans back a bit so he could take a good look at your whole body positioned that way. He never underestimated the effect you had on him. But this is beyond being hot. You look like a fucking goddess. He could feel his precum oozing from his cock already. You just had to make it harder for him to keep it together. All he could think about now is burying is dick deep down your pussy that’s soaking wet just for him. 

“Why won’t you touch me?” Instead of impatience, your tone was woeful as if you thought that he didn’t want to do just that. You have no idea that he wants to do more than touching. 

Recovering from his entranced state, he gets back your lips right before tracing the wetness of your slit with his middle finger repeatedly. You breathe heavily with eyes closed as each stroke increases the ache in your groin. He moves his focus on your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in small tortuous circles. 

You remove one hand from the headboard to grab his tie, twisting the material in your hand, then pulling him closer so you can reach for his lips. Before you can even connect his mouth with yours, he slides in one digit inside your eager cunt. “Uhhhhhh,” your planned kiss suspended as his finger penetrates your walls. 

“That’s it. Let me hear you moan for me again.” 

He targets your neck again with open mouthed kisses while he quickens the thrusts of his finger. You really had no choice but to obey him, your obscene moans leak from your mouth as each thrust makes you crave him more and more. Barely slowing down, he pushes in another one. You arch your back from the sensuous stir it gave you. It’s been so long that you forgot how he can do a hell of a job in pleasuring you with only his fingers.

As he pumps in and out of you, his palm brushes your clit which adds to the rapture building up in your stomach. “Kuroo please.”

“Please what, kitten?” He doesn’t cut back on the speed of his fingers, his eyes completely absorbed in your face that has carnal delight pronounced all over. 

“Stop.” You whisper helplessly. 

He’s caught off guard since he probably thought you were about to cum, and you were. That’s why you had to stop him. With all the strength you can muster, you lift yourself up and push him against your headboard. You position yourself on his lap and cover his mouth yours while you briskly unbutton his polo, which was proving to be a task with your light-headedness. 

“Your suits are stupid. Stop wearing them.” Of course you didn’t mean that. He’s a treat to the eyes with his suit on. But they’re not the easiest to remove. 

He chuckles a few inches from your mouth right before gripping your fists that were trying to undress him. One fierce tug with his hands guiding yours, he rips off his own clothes, the buttons coming off loosely in all directions. 

“Better?” He asks with a breathy voice that made you gush even worse. Goddamn this man. He didn’t lose shape at all. He still looked as godly as you remembered.

Instead of answering him, you aim for his crotch and unzip his pants. His erection springs free from his pants, hard with moisture leaking from its tip. “Yes, better now.”

You place one hand on his shoulder while the other guides his member to your drenched entrance. You let go of it when the tip is in and support yourself by putting your hand on his other shoulder as well. 

Kuroo’s gaze is stuck on the spot connecting your bodies. He couldn’t take away his eyes on how your cunt slowly swallowed his length.

“What the fuck. You’re so tight.” It’s like he didn’t even prepare you just now. 

You wince as you sink yourself lower. You look at him with hints of tears in the corner of your eyes from the discomfort. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”

He grabs your ass and in one vicious thrust, hauling you down on him as he shoves his dick completely inside you. 

“AHH!”

He pulls you in for a kiss as he lets you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full. Never has someone made him feel good like you did. And it wasn’t just how you’re sitting on him right now with his cock inside you. 

It was the fact that you didn’t let anybody touch you the way he’s doing to you right now. You were still his despite the months that passed by with no communication and no idea of seeing each other again. He didn’t think he’d be the possessive type, but knowing he was your last increased the exhilaration of your lovemaking. 

Lovemaking? He sure wished that was the case for you, instead of just drunken sex with a former fuck buddy.

He caressed your shoulders, your waist, and down to your hips, waiting for you to give him a signal to move. But you don’t. 

With your eyes closed, you release your lips from his and rest your forehead on his. 

“I missed this,” you let out a heavy puff and add, “I missed you.”

The ache in your voice struck a cord on his yearning heart. He sweeps away the strands of hair stuck on your face. 

“Hey,” he softly said. 

When you open your eyes, he cups your cheek and ushers you to look at him.

“I missed you too, kitten.”

You give him a smile, the one that he revered so much, right before kissing him softly. Your mouths perfectly melded together, your lips nipping gently against each other until it escalated to a feverish clash of your tongues. Then, you lift your hips and take your time descending on him, making him aware once again how tight you are. 

And by God, you feel divine. 

“You’re so big,” you whimper.

“Hmm? But you’re taking me so well.”

After a few bobs, you have gotten used to him inside you and picked up the pace. He fought to keep his eye open despite the incredible urge to just close them and relish the way you’re bouncing on his dick. He wants to witness you lose yourself in carnal delight.

You pant heavily, the exhilaration, the fuzziness in your head, and the stress in your thighs all battling at the moment. Shortly, it was your muscles that made you cave in. You stop moving and bury your face on his neck. “I’m tired,” you weakly said. 

He strokes your hair lovingly before moving both his huge hands on your ass. “:Grind for me, kitten,” he spoke right in your ear, making you moan at his command before heeding it. You wanted to rest for a while, but the first thrust of your hip electrified your whole body that you craved for more. His hands on your ass alleviated most of the tension from your thighs and helped you move against him faster. His tip was hitting you deeper than it did before. The position created friction for your clit as you grind on his crotch. 

You push yourself up a bit so you have more control on your rhythm. Once you steady yourself, you move your hips in slow circles.

“Fuck, yes!” he groans as he whips his head back., but only for a moment as he lifts his head up and scandalously eyes your whole body. “Shit, you do me so well,” then captures a perk nipple on his mouth, sucking and licking on both buds alternately. He knew exactly how to drive you mad until it was pure delicious frenzy that took over your whole being. 

“You feels so good. So gooooood—hhnnghh.” You shamelessly voice out, followed by a series of moans that grew louder and louder. It was equaled by his guttural groans that his throat produced.

Nothing else was distracting you anymore, only that increasing heat in your groin that you desperately chased. Suddenly, he stops you by gripping your ass forcefully. 

“Slow down.” He kisses a spot in your chest. “I want this to last for us.”

You whine and softly shake your head. “I don’t want to. Please don’t stop. Fuck me until I cum already.”

That’s exactly what he wants to do, but it’s been a while for you. He wanted to extract as much pleasure as he can from you, given your current state, before giving in to his own needs.

“Please, Tetsu.”

The last string he’s been holding onto snapped. You just had to pull that move, knowing fully well how feral he’ll get. “You want to cum that bad, huh?” With his hands still clutching your cheeks, he starts moving you again until you were viciously rutting against him. “Then ride me like you mean it.”

“Haaaa. Fuuuuuuuccccck.” He could feel your body tensing up every thrust you make.

Your body glistens with sweat from the repeated roll of your hips toward his. He loves how dirty your mouth gets when you’re about to cum. The sound of your uninhibited, obscene moans goaded him closer to his release. But no way he’d go first. No way he’d miss the look in your face when you reach the peak of pleasure.

“That’s it, kitten. Are you gonna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” He harshly bites one nipple while his one hand lands a firm spank on one ass cheek. “YES!!” Your movements get wilder and faster while you seem to forget that you have neighbors with how loud you are.

“I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum, Tetsu.” Your voice strained and a tad pitch higher.

“Do it. Milk my cock with your pussy.”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ”You wail as absolute bliss takes over your face, allowing him to take in how beautiful you looked as you seize that euphoric gratification. That was it for him. That was all he’s waiting for before he goes after his own climax. 

Your ass would probably bruise tomorrow from how hard he’s holding you. He closes his eyes and lets himself get lost on the pleasure of you savagely riding him. The pleasure he’s been keeping at bay quickly travelled to his groin with extreme intensity. 

“Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK.” He hauls your hips against him a few more times before he quickly takes out his cock at the highest point of his orgasm, shooting his load at your pelvis.

You throw your arms around him and dip your head in his neck. Only heavy breathes can be heard from the both of you. When you recover yours, your body completely relaxes against his. 

You must’ve fallen asleep right after coming down from your high. 

He sighs.

The sex was fucking great, but that’s all it was. Sex. Again. Nothing changed. He doesn’t regret it. He just wished things were different. 

You snuggle closer to him until you’re satisfied. He moves his hands to wrap you in his embrace, making the most of what he could get from you tonight. 

You seemed to like it based on the way you purred. You had no idea how his heart ached for this to last. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He plants a soft peck on your shoulders right before you murmur something next to his ear.

“I love you.”

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A/N: 

Food has been served. Enjoy!

Do you all remember when I said this was gonna be the last chapter? I was clowning myself. Apparently, I still had a lot going on in my smol brain. But the next one gonna be the last istg.

I have so many upcoming collabs from our server. I even have an Oikawa fic going on too but I’ll do my best to update as fast as I can. Bear with me pls :((

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[forthegodsandtheghosts]

The Four Times Virgil Was Sleepy Around The Other Sides and The One Time He Fell Asleep

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Post that helped me with scene 4

Virgil doesn't have a good sleep schedule. That fact absolutely affects him in his everyday life. Just a bunch of Virgil being sleepy and defensive about it.

This is honestly just very self-indulgent because I just absolutely love Virgil Sanders and can't exist without thinking about the Sides for five seconds

It had been a long… day? Week? Month? Interval of time. I had been a long interval of time for the resident mindscape emo who just couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Letting out a long, drawn-out groan of agony, Virgil flopped down onto the couch, fully planning on just being a general nuisance by hogging it. Though, as soon as he stilled, hands resting on his stomach, he noticed just how good laying down felt. Arching his back off the couch, he heard those satisfying clicks before dropping back down with a sigh.

He could almost sleep here. There wasn’t exactly anything stopping him. The other Sides are off doing their own thing and Thomas probably wouldn’t miss a wanna-be vampire hollering in his ears. Besides, he needed the rest. So, slowly he allows his muscles to relax further as his eyes slide shut.

Then he hears footsteps.

Virgil shoots upright, scooting to lean on the arm of the couch his head was previously next to, trying to look natural. His gaze goes to the doorway just as Patton enters the room.

He startles when he notices Virgil’s presence, legs sprawled out, still taking up the couch. “Anxiety! Hi, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Patton’s shocked expression quickly changes to show his typical cheerful smile, confusion about Virgil being there present none the less.

“I could say the same, but we live in the same mindscape and are bound to see each other most of the time, so I can’t.” Virgil’s sass is prominent no matter how deadpan he sounds and Patton’s smile almost wavers.

“Of course, kiddo! I didn’t mean anything bad by you being here, just got a bit surprised. Well I’ve got something to do, I’ll see you around, Anxiety!” he called as he went back down the hall he just entered from.

--

It was about a week later; Virgil had managed to get one (1) almost full night of sleep – he got maybe two hours – and was once again extremely tired and considering just saying fuck it and going back to bed for the rest of forever. So how exactly did he end up dragged into a movie night with the rest of the Sides? Pure dumb lack of luck.

He was placed on the couch, sandwiched between Patton and Logan – Patton who just wants to give the newest member of their little group the most love he can and Logan who would probably implode if he had to sit on the ground – Roman sitting at Patton’s feet on the bean bag he dragged over. Virgil could already feel himself fading, with the lights off and all the warmth and the shockingly comfortable surface that is Patton’s chest he was being pulled into. Honestly, it’s as if the guy was made to be as huggable as possible.

Virgil soon reached the point of having to force his eyes to stay open barely halfway through the first movie. He couldn’t fall asleep. He’s tough and dangerous and they can’t know he sleeps and becomes defenseless sometimes, it’s far too dangerous. Who knows what could happen to him, what they could do–

His own internal ramblings were cut of as he let out a wide yawn, half burying his face into Patton’s chest. Patton released a small sound that definitely caught the other two’s attention if the yawn didn’t. “Are you tired, kiddo?” Patton quietly asked, hand soothing through Virgil’s hair.

Virgil quickly pushed himself off Patton’s chest. “No. I’m just getting bored of sitting here, watching a bunch of singing animals.” He stood from the couch and made his way quickly to the doorway, ignoring the disappointed expression on Patton’s face and relishing in Roman’s offended one. “See you tomorrow maybe.” Then he disappears up the stairs.

--

It’s a quiet day. Not the odd kind of quiet.

Rather, the kind of quiet that is achieved when everyone is relaxing in the common room doing their own thing. It’s not as if a vacuum sealed chamber, there’s still the sounds of Logan flipping pages in his book, of Roman’s pencil scribbling away in his notebook, and of whatever show Patton decided to watch. A good quiet that everyone could enjoy. Everyone that was fully awake that is.

Virgil sits on the couch, between Logan on the armchair and Roman on the middle cushion, staring blankly at his phone's home screen. He considered finding another app to entertain himself on but as soon as he hit the home button the fatigue of a poor sleep schedule hit like a bus. At this point, he might as well be sleeping with his eyes open due to his complete lack of responsiveness to anything around him.

Logan glances at the seemingly spacing Side. Eyelids slightly drooping, the lack of spare eyeshadow particles to suggest usage of makeup – which was concerning on it’s own as it almost looks like he is wearing makeup, the heavy lean on the armrest. Anxiety is not doing okay is the conclusion he comes to.

As most should know, Logan is not one to sugar coat or delay, so it’s easy for him to decide to get the current predicament dealt with as soon as possible. “Anxiety,” he starts, closing his book and causing everyone’s attention to move to him, including, just barely, Virgil’s, “from what I have observed, you seem tired. Have you been having issues sleeping?” Right to the point.

Everyone’s attention is now on Virgil, even as he still seems to be processing what Logan said, a confused expression on his face and half-asleep glaze to his eyes. “Wha’?” He says after a few more moments, blinking dazedly at Logan.

“Alright, that is everything I need to know.” Logan stands and moves towards the closet they keep spare blankets and pillows, A.K.A the Pillow Fort Closet™. He pulls out a soft blanket and pillow and carries them back into the common room, setting them down on the armchair. He quickly shoos Roman and Patton off the couch while Virgil watches, barely processing anything. “Anxiety, can you lay down for me?”

Virgil barely registers when he complies, lifting his head when he’s told to as Logan slips the pillow under it and drapes the blanket over the rest of him. It’s only after Logan sits back down that Virgil realizes what just happened and is sitting, standing, and sinking out in quick succession.

--

Months later, a few days after Virgil revealed his name and everyone got a dandy style change, things had returned to relative normativity except Virgil was marginally more included in many things the other Sides choose to do than before.

It’s currently night, a particular night in which Roman has been up even into the morning so late he decides there’s no point in sleeping. Roman decides to head downstairs and get a cup of coffee with the promise he’ll actually sleep tomorrow. What he finds isn’t not normal, but definitely not expected.

When he rounds the doorway into the kitchen, he catches sight of a large mass around counter level. He’s immediately flicks on the light, earning a startled hiss from the mass, now revealed to be Virgil sitting in the sink, the Side seemingly just woken up by Roman’s entrance.

“Virgil?” Roman asks. “What are you doing in the sink?”

“Sleeping. What are you doing up?” He rubs harshly at his eyes with a wide yawn.

“I got… busy and came to get some coffee. Why are you sleeping in the sink?”

Virgil only responds with a shrug, slumping further into the sink though his gaze doesn’t leave Roman.

Roman only nods and gets to work on making his coffee. “Well, it’s not my back that’s gonna feel like a dragon hit me with a tail whip later.”

“Whatever.” Virgil, still annoyed and tired from being so abruptly woken, continues to watch Roman with a slightly dazed stare until he finally leaves the room, turning the lights off as he went.

As soon as he's gone up the stairs, Virgil falls right back to sleep.

--

It was yet another, apparently mandatory now, movie night, and Virgil isn’t complaining. He is, once again, being cuddled by Patton and is happy to cuddle back with the easy bribe of hair petting being offered. Logan sits on his other side holding one of his hands as it had soon after his acceptance been revealed that Logan was actually very lenient about – if not openly welcoming – of physical contact. Roman sitting at their feet as per usual in regard to movie nights.

Virgil’s relationship with the other Sides had quickly developed into one of relative familial comfort.

Leading to a very similar predicament to earlier that year.

Sitting for more than an hour in a dark room, surrounded by warm bodies, with plenty of comfortable pillows and blankets surrounding them – a requirement set by Roman and Patton – the perfect movie night and napping environment. So, it’s simple to say that, while Virgil had been getting better sleep as of late, he is pretty sleepy.

There is one difference though. Instead of running out of the room the second his eyes start closing, he relaxes more against Patton’s chest. With a sigh he tries to bury his face further into the body, causing Patton to let out a low, small laugh.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. You’re safe.” He whispers to Virgil.

Virgil hums in contentedness as Logan slowly rubs the back of his hand and Roman wordlessly lowers the volume of the movie. As he slowly drifts into sleep, he can’t help but think one final conscious thought.

Man, I love my family.

------

@sleepyvirgilprompts

[hotpinkhoshi]

kiss it better | one

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: age gap (nine years), cursing, explicit sex, slow burn

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

*a/n*: hiiiiii! so here we go. i don’t have much to say except that you’ll probably notice this chapter is a bit shorter than they usually are for my fics. with this story, chapters may or may not be shorter in length. this is just easier on me, and helps me to keep a regular posting schedule. now, i’m not going to say i won’t post longer chapters, but i just wanted to get it out there. i have a tentative posting schedule in mind, which i’ll make a post about later, but i’d say you can probably expect a new chapter every two weeks. 

also, just want to say- i hope everyone is staying safe and healthy right now. stay home, wash your hands, avoid contact with your face, and if you have to order food tip your delivery drivers a lil extra! and to those that don’t get to stay home and still have to work, i’m right there with you. we’ll get through this and all we can do is take it day by day ❤️

✩ index here ✩

make sure you read the prologue first! 

Today had started just like any other day. Mark got up and went about his morning, brushing his teeth, eating his breakfast, and taking his usual ten minutes to sketch the ideas in his brain before heading off to work. 

It’d been slow, but Mark wasn’t worried. There were enough appointments on Saturday and Sunday to make up for a slow Friday. The temperature had reached an uncomfortable high, so he’d dressed himself in a black muscle tee to offer some relief from the sticky air. 

The early afternoon went smoothly. Mark took the opportunity to work on some new designs and do some organizing in his tattoo room, while the other guys opted to sit around showing each other funny videos on their phones. 

By the time lunch rolled around, he decided to sit outside with his iced coffee, scrolling through social media on his phone while relaxing in the shade of the awning. He glanced up mindlessly, his eyes drawn to a figure standing across the street. 

A girl holding an ice cream cone. Mark’s breath caught in his throat because, no, it wouldn’t be you. You’d be back home, attending some tiny college where your parents could keep a watchful eye on your every move, not here in the great big city. 

Then the girl dropped her ice cream cone, her whine audible even from where Mark sat. He couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips. He shook his head, just as there was a knock behind him on the glass of the door. 

Dahyun popped her head out. “Youngjae needs help grabbing some boxes from the back, can you help? Jackson and Yugyeom are being assholes.” 

Mark nodded, one last glance across the street before he stood up, heading back inside.

-----

You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as Mark pressed the tip of his tattoo gun to your skin. Just the constant buzzing of the tool was enough to set your nerves on edge. 

Once you felt it, though, it wasn’t so bad. It hurt, but you’d been through worse. It was comparable to a thousand tiny kittens scratching you with their claws, over and over again. 

“You doing alright?” Mark asked, once one long minute had passed. 

You nodded, your arms squeezing the back of the chair you were straddling. It was an uncomfortable position, but it was the only way Mark would be able to access the back of your shoulder. You’d also had to strip down to just your bra, so at least you were given some modesty. 

“Yeah. Just... how long will it take?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed how hard he was concentrating. His tongue was stuck between his lips, peeking out the corner. He was entirely focused on the art that he was tracing onto your skin. 

“Not long. The shading is what will take the longest, but it’s small, so I should have you out of here within the hour.” 

You exhaled slowly and pressed your forehead into the cushioned back of the chair as he went over the same area a few times. Though he muttered a ‘sorry’, you found yourself wincing from the pain. 

Yerin had left to get ready for work, as the stenciling and position process had gone on longer than either of you had thought. You’d made Mark move the stencil several times until you liked the positioning. Admittedly, it had been a stalling tactic to delay the inevitable pain that was coming. 

“How’s Taehyung?” Mark asked, just as he took a break from tracing onto your skin. You opened your eyes to see him reaching for a cloth to wipe across your skin. 

The question caught you off guard. Just the name of your brother was enough to rub salt into the wound you’d been holding closed for the last two months. You gulped, turning your face to press your other cheek into the chair, hiding your expression. 

“He’s good. He’s been in Japan for two years now, I think. He’s happy there.” 

You barely even noticed Mark returning to your tattoo, the pain less noticeable while your mind was occupied. 

“That’s good. I saw on Facebook he has a girlfriend now?” 

You nodded. “Mhm. Her name’s Jennie--she seems nice.” 

Mark didn’t need to know that you hadn’t spoken to your brother since the week before you moved to Seoul. He didn’t need to know you’d been avoiding his calls, texts, and e-mails. Most of them you deleted without even opening. 

From what you knew, Taehyung and Mark had simply drifted once they both moved out of your tiny town and started creating a life for themselves. Taehyung spent his years after college roaming the world, taking photos and putting on exhibits until he secured a steady photography job for a Japanese magazine. 

Mark moved before that, though you hadn’t known he’d moved to the city until today. You hadn’t ever been close to him besides the casual greeting when he’d be downstairs playing video games with Taehyung while you were doing homework. 

When you were younger, you’d had an innocent crush on him, only because he was one of the few boys that paid you any attention. You’d only ever had a handful of conversations, but he was always polite and even helped you with your math homework once or twice. It really hadn’t taken much to impress you back then.

“So, how long have you been in the city?” Mark asked. 

You were grateful for the slight change in subject. It was only a matter of time before he started asking about your parents, and you wouldn’t have been able to pretend any longer. 

“A couple of months. I just… wanted a change,” you told him honestly. 

Maybe you’d gotten more than you’d bargained for… but regardless, you were grateful for your newfound independence. 

“I get it,” Mark replied. “Alright, outline is done. Now we’ll just have to shade. I’ll give you a few minutes, okay?” 

You lifted your face from the back of the chair and sat up straight. “Can I see it?” you asked. 

It took a moment for you to realize Mark’s ears were turning red because without the shield of the chair, your entire bra-clad chest was now on display for him. It didn’t help that you’d chosen a pink, lacy bra just because it was the first one you’d grabbed out of your laundry bag. 

Quickly, you leaned forward again to cover yourself with the chair, biting forcefully onto your lip. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Sorry…” you said.

Mark cleared his throat and turned around, reaching for a handheld mirror on the table behind him. “It’s okay… I’ve definitely seen worse. Not that it was bad, or, well-” 

It was obvious he’d put his foot in his mouth. You found yourself giggling, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. Mark looked as if he was desperate for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head at himself as he turned back around. “Here,” he said chuckling softly as he held up the mirror behind you so that you could see the work he’d already done. 

You managed to stifle your giggles as you turned your head. It was no wonder Mark was known for pieces like this--his lines were crisp and clear, flowing in such a way that it looked as if your skin was born with this intricate design. You couldn’t wait to see how it looked when it was complete.

“Good?” he asked.

“I love it,” you said, smiling wide. “Makes the pain worth it.” 

Mark looked pleased with your answer. He set the mirror down and got up, switching out the ink on his pen for the color he was going to use for the petals, a soft cool toned purple. 

You resumed your position against the chair after a few more minutes, fists clenched as you prepared for the pain. 

-----

It turned out not to be so bad. Mark kept you distracted, asking you questions about your experience in the city so far. When he sensed you avoiding the topic of home or your parents, he didn’t push. 

Once he got your tattoo bandaged up, you sat around talking for another half an hour while he showed you photos of his drawings, as per your request. You’d never known that he was so talented. 

“I guess I should be going,” you said after a lull in conversation. If you wanted to get back to your room before your roommate began their daily music blasting and loud video game routine, you’d need to head back. 

“Where are you staying?” he asked, pulling off his gloves and washing his hands in the miniature sink against the wall.

“Just… this little place,” you answered. Little was an understatement. 

When you’d moved out, you’d only had a suitcase and a finite amount of cash. It hadn’t exactly been planned, so your options were limited. You stayed in the first hostel you could find, and you were disappointed to find that the wages you received from serving couldn’t provide you with anything better. 

You shared a room, currently with a Russian girl a few years older than you that seemed to only be staying in Seoul to play shooting games and blast ear-piercing rock metal. Your last roommate hadn’t been nearly as bad, but you weren’t having great luck. 

“Here, I’m just finishing up for the day. Why don’t we grab a bite to eat, then I’ll take you home.” 

Your efforts to refuse his offer were basically ignored. He gave you no choice as he led you out to the front room to pay for your tattoo, whispering something lowly to Dahyun as she wrote up your bill. 

“Mark,” you said in protest once you saw the total. You didn’t know much about tattoo pricing, but you were sure this was significantly lower than it should have been.

“What? It’s a family and friends discount.”

You sighed. As much as you wanted to refuse his help, you had to admit you could take whatever discounts you could get. Tattoos were expensive and you certainly didn’t have the budget to get one as impulsively as you had today. 

“I’ll get my stuff ready, then I’ll meet you outside, okay?” Mark asked and you nodded, watching as he walked off to his room. 

“Family and friends, huh?” Dahyun asked, eyebrows raised as she watched you sign your receipt. “You must have gotten really close back there.” 

You laughed, sliding the receipt back over the table. “It turns out, he used to be best friends with my older brother. So… family, I guess,” you said, though you never really saw him as such. No matter how many times your mother acted like he was her second son. 

“Wow, small world,” Dahyun said as she handed over a sheet of paper with a list of bullet points on it. She went over the aftercare process, recommending the creams and ointments that she preferred, and ways to help it heal faster. 

After thanking Dahyun over and over for her kindness, you gathered your things and waited outside of the front door for Mark. 

When your day began, you never would have thought you’d be having dinner with your brother’s old best friend, bringing back memories you hadn’t quite been ready to revisit. But he was so sweet to you, so easy to talk to, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to say no. 

You’d always admired Mark’s choice to move to Seoul straight out of school, with no plan and no connections to the city. And he only came back for holidays and special occasions. While you were hastily packing your clothes into a duffel bag, you remembered thinking briefly of him. 

“Ready?” Mark asked from behind you as he exited the shop. The sunlight hit his skin, bringing your attention to the swirling designs upon his shoulder. The way his shirt was cut allowed you a peek of his ribs—you could see loopy cursive etched on his skin but you were unable to make it out.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you replied with a smile, tearing your eyes from his bare skin. 

[lillupon]

Doctor!Mingyu x Pilot!Wonwoo

Some Doctor!Mingyu & Pilot!Wonwoo smut inspired by the devastatingly hot clip simsminwon on twitter posted earlier this week (*/ω＼)

This oneshot is also available on twitter

Mingyu stands and opens the door for his last patient of the day. She bows and says, "Thank you, Dr. Kim."

"Of course. Give me a call or shoot me an email if you have any questions or concerns," he tells her. She thanks him again. Then, handbag clutched under her arm, she leaves.

Quiet descends once the front door closes after her. There are no other noises save for the burbling of the fish tank in the waiting room. Mingyu is left alone in his clinic. He sent Chan, his secretary, home an hour ago, assuring the boy that he would be able to lock up on his own. Mingyu's in no rush to get home tonight. There's no one waiting for him at home, so he may as well wait out the traffic in the comfort of his office. He had to skip lunch this afternoon because he was behind schedule; he'll have a late lunch before he leaves, and pick up dinner on the way home.

Mingyu sighs. Scuffs the floor with a petulant kick of his foot. Wonwoo was supposed to arrive home two days ago, but adverse weather conditions delayed the flight, turning what should have been a ten-day absence into a two-week one. He should be used to it by now--they've been together for three years--but part of him still aches for Wonwoo when he's gone. Part of him still worries, even though he knows the odds of anything bad happening is infinitesimally small.

Mingyu heats up beef bulgogi in the microwave and then takes his meal back to his office. A few mouse clicks later, he pulls up the medical research articles he had bookmarked: a bit of light reading while he eats.

A spoonful of rice is halfway to his mouth when he hears the front door opening. He wonders if it's a patient who left something behind. He sets aside his food to go greet the visitor. When he opens the door to his room, he comes face-to-face with Wonwoo, who is still dressed in uniform, though sans hat.

For a brief second, Mingyu can do nothing but gape. The only sound that escapes his mouth is a, "Wha--?"

A smile breaks across Wonwoo's face. "Hey, you."

Wonwoo's voice jolts him out of his stupor. He cups Wonwoo's neck and swoops forward to kiss him. Their lips meet in an off-centered smash and it's perfect and everything Mingyu has been missing for the past two weeks. Wonwoo laughs breathlessly against him, lips curving into a grin that has their teeth clacking together.

Mingyu parts. Keeps his hand on Wonwoo's neck--needs to be touching. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Thursday."  As he speaks, he strokes a thumb absentmindedly over Wonwoo's throat.

"Same here," Wonwoo says. He tips his chin up, inviting Mingyu's touch. "There were no more delays after the blizzard, if you can believe it."

Mingyu leans in to rest their foreheads together. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispers.

"M-hm. Was just a little cold. That's about it," Wonwoo tells him, voice quiet. His breath puffs over Mingyu's lips. "Wish you could have been there to keep me warm."

Their mouths find each other again. Wonwoo's arms go to wind around his shoulders. Mingyu wraps an arm around Wonwoo's narrow waist, pulling him close so that their bodies are pressed flush together. Wonwoo moans softly, angling his head so that they can deepen their kisses.

Yeah, he would have kept Wonwoo warm on those snowstorming days. Would have stripped them both naked, blanketed himself over Wonwoo for some skin-to-skin contact. Nothing like a bit of SSC for heat exchange and thermal control. In perfect contrast to Wonwoo's perpetual cold, Mingyu runs hot as a furnace. Even now, he feels heat sliding down his spine, pooling low in his gut. Wonwoo's tongue ignites a flame between his loins, fuels the fire with his soft and sweet moans. His trousers are starting to grow tight, and he can feel Wonwoo's arousal nudge against him in response.

Wonwoo's arching into him, trying to force them impossibly closer together. Mingyu runs both palms down the seductive curve of Wonwoo's back, lower still. He grasps Wonwoo's asscheeks in his hands. Fingers digging in, he grinds their hips together.

Wonwoo breaks away with a gasp. Mingyu doesn't miss a beat, dragging his lips along the angle of Wonwoo's jaw, mouthing hot and wet down the pale column of his throat. Inhaling the scent of him.

"Gyu," Wonwoo moans shakily. "Oh, Gyu. Want you inside me..."

Mingyu groans. Doesn't need to be asked twice--wants to be inside Wonwoo as badly as Wonwoo wants to be filled. After one more hard kiss, he pulls away to root through the cabinets for a tube of lubricating jelly. He's shaking with his desire, over-eager hands knocking over bottles and containers and instruments in his search.

By the time he turns around, Wonwoo has already discarded his belt and is unzipping his trousers. Mingyu shuts the door to his office and crowds Wonwoo against it; his nose finds the hollow of Wonwoo's throat, while his hand helps to shove down Wonwoo's pants the rest of the way.

Wonwoo turns around to brace his forearms against the door. Gets on his tiptoes and sticks his ass out. The muscles of his hamstrings flex and release beautifully, quivering with the effort of holding himself taut.

Mingyu preps Wonwoo hastily, slicked-up fingers opening Wonwoo's hole to make way for his cock. Usually, he likes to take his time doing this, likes to see the slow but sure way that Wonwoo loses control from his fingers alone. But they've both been apart for too long, and his want makes him impatient. Wonwoo, is too, judging by his moans. Normally, it takes a little more work on Mingyu's part to draw those kinds of sounds out of Wonwoo.

Maybe he loves it. Maybe he can't resist teasing Wonwoo a little, just to hear him whine. Mingyu rubs the tip of his cock over that needy hole, pressing in the tip to give Wonwoo a taste, only to withdraw.

"Gyu, if you don't fuck me now, I-I'm going to--" Wonwoo tries to threaten, only the effect of it is ruined by how wrecked he sounds, and the fact that he can't finish his sentence.

It's so cute.

All of it is so cute, Mingyu thinks he might die: the way Wonwoo tries to push his hips back; the way his hole squeezes and clings to Mingyu's cock, unwilling to let him slip free; the little growls of frustration.

It's only been a handful of seconds, but at this point, Mingyu's starting to feel like he's been a bit mean. His baby wants it so much. Mingyu has been denying himself, too.

The noise Wonwoo makes as Mingyu sheathes himself is one of utter bliss and satisfaction. A groan shudders out of Mingyu as the hot clutch of Wonwoo's inner walls pulsate around him.

Mingyu plasters himself to Wonwoo's back and rasps into his ear, "So tight, baby. You feel so good." He wraps a forearm around Wonwoo's chest, like a crossbar locking him in place. With one hand braced on the wall as support, he begins to rock his hips with short and shallow thrusts.

"Oh, Gyu, ohhh," Wonwoo sighs, letting his head loll back onto Mingyu's shoulder. "Mmm... Deeper, baby."

Mingyu shifts to get an arm under Wonwoo's thigh, hiking it up. Wonwoo keeps himself balanced by planting a forearm on the door. He twists his torso, winding his other arm around Mingyu's shoulder. The change in position allows them to face each other, while also offering Mingyu better access. The next time he presses forward, his cock reaches the deepest parts of Wonwoo.

The effect is instantaneous: Wonwoo moans, long and low. His lashes flutter.

Goddamn--the way Wonwoo looks at him, brows drawn together with pleasure, eyes smouldering and half-lidded, lips parting on a moan... It gets to a guy's head. Makes him feel like the only man in the world. He wonders if he looks at Wonwoo the same way. Probably. That's how all of their friends knew they were crushing on each other, even before they had realised it themselves.

A surge of feeling rises in his chest. He can't resist leaning in for a kiss, which Wonwoo returns with equal passion. The roll of his hips turns slow but just as deep as they exchange kisses. Already, his gut is starting to clench with his impending orgasm. His balls are drawing in tight to his body. In his defense, he's barely touched himself since Wonwoo left, knowing that his release would be all the sweeter if he waited.

Wonwoo pulls away with a gasp. He braces both forearms on the door. Lets his head hang between his shoulders. Mingyu snaps his hips forward, forceful, and is rewarded with a cry.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wonwoo chants. His words stutter on a moan every time Mingyu thrusts into him. "Ooh, just like that, Gyu." The cadence of his breathing quickens, voice going high when he moans Mingyu's name. He's close.

So Mingyu does exactly what Wonwoo tells him to do: keeps fucking into the tight heat of Wonwoo's body with short and sharp thrusts that have Wonwoo's fingers fruitlessly scrabbling for purchase on the wooden door.

"Gyu," Wonwoo gasps out. He's growing tighter around Mingyu's cock.

"Gonna come, baby?" Mingyu grits out. He'll never get over how hot it is that Wonwoo can come without a single touch to his cock; a good dicking from Mingyu is all he needs.

Wonwoo barely manages an, "Oh, fuck--" and then his cock is shooting off, streaks of white landing in stripes over the door; his insides clamp down rhythmically, spurring Mingyu's own orgasm to a crest.

Mingyu shoves his face into Wonwoo's shoulder, muffling his groan there. His cock twitches as he empties himself inside Wonwoo. The aftershocks of his orgasm shake through him. His hips jerk of their own accord, once, twice.

They are quiet, save for their panting as they catch their breaths. Mingyu slips out of Wonwoo. For a moment, nothing: Wonwoo's hole contracts around empty air. And then Mingyu's release starts to slide out of him.

They lie down on the examination table, curled towards each other like parentheses. Trading languid kisses in silence. Mingyu loses track of time. Wonwoo has that sort of effect on him.

It might be minutes or an hour later when Wonwoo nudges Mingyu onto his back. Wonwoo pushes himself to seated, gets a thigh over Mingyu's hips in a straddle. His slender cock stands straight at attention, the tip of it wet with fluids. He's smiling, impish.

Mingyu swallows. "Insatiable minx," he whispers.

[flowerbeom]

Tension | Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, angsty smut. With a dash of fluff. 

Warnings: None really, but since it’s smut - female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, sex... and swearing I guess.

Words: 6.66k the devil works hard, but Jaebeom works harder

Concept:  When you punish him you ruining your plans once again, he seeks forgiveness in the most sinful ways possible. Making you count each time…

A/N: Inspired by the JUS2 Japan photo shoot, and the gif above. Just the thought of Jaebeom staring at you through frosted glass... And fuck, I’m terrified to post this. This is my first ever smut and I’m shit scared. If it’s shit, please for the love of god tell me to never write smut again. I beg you. 

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You’ve postponed it three times; your anniversary celebration getting delayed with Jaebeom’s ever demanding schedule. Each plan diminished in grandeur, each date dwindled in flare. Settling on a quiet dinner at a favored restaurant was enough to suffice the simple desire to be with him, spend time with him; enjoy the presence that you had been so unkindly denied. But as you sat at the corner table, playing with the softened wax of the candle you were staring into, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect anything less. Your second glass of wine, almost empty, mocked you as you tipped it against your lip to drain the liquid down your throat. Your phone buzzed against the tabletop.

Baby, I’m so sorry.

It always starts like this.

I know I always start off like that.

Oh good, he’s become self aware.

Filming has run over time, I don’t know when I’ll get there. But I’ll be there, I promise!

You allowed yourself another twenty minutes. Twenty five minutes because you loved him, ever so much. Watching the third glass of wine empty just a bit more with each time you placed it back on the table, your eyes narrowed as the hands on your watch ticked over. Times up, sweetheart. You tipped your chin to the waiter, scribbling your finger against an invisible cheque in the air.

Paying for the alcohol tasted far less bitter than leaving alone, again. But alas, there was always next time. Getting into the taxi, you failed to see Jaebeom’s car shriek to a halt in front of the restaurant. You swore you thought you saw him tumble out of the car through the side-view mirror, but ignored the notion altogether; too far-fetched to be true.

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“My apologies sir, but that table has already left.” Jaebeom swallowed down the disappointment that bubbled up in the pit of his stomach, only because he knew yours would be worse. Shuffling out of the restaurant, he hustled back into his car; hoping to catch you before you decided the night had died altogether.

He thought he had made it. Pulling into the driveway, his eyes widened at the sight of the hallway light turning on through the window. As he stepped out of the car, he watched each window illuminate as his eyes followed what would have been your path through the house and upstairs to the bedroom. Racing in, Jaebeom followed your trail of breadcrumbs; your purse on the table near the stairs, your shoes at the end of the bed and your dress on the floor by the bathroom door.

Hearing the shower start, Jaebeom placed a timid hand on the bathroom door; pushing it open to slide his body through the gap.

“Baby? I’m-I’m home.” His body stiffened, his eyes locked on your figure as it stepped into the shower. Drinking in every line and curve your body had on display, Jaebeom’s hands involuntarily went to his shirt, fingers moving to unbutton the garment as he stepped towards you.

The water stung as it hit your skin, the hot water grating down your body. Craning your head back, you let the water pour over you, soaking every inch of you in an attempt to wash away the disappointment coursing through you.

You opened your eyes, catching a shadow against the tiles beside you. Turning, lazy eyes locked on Jaebeom; his shirt unbuttoned, his suit jacket still on.

“Oh, you're home.” Matter of fact, tone: indistinct. Combing your fingers through your hair, the warmth of the water started to flush your skin.

“I'm sorry. I trie-”

“I know, baby. It’s okay.” A strained smile tugged on the corners of Jaebeom's mouth, the remorse keeping on his face. A gentle smile and a coy wink eased Jaebeom, his features softening after your gestures.

Hands curling around the lapels of his jacket, he shrugged it off his shoulders; his shirt pulling open to expose more of his body. You could see the look in his eyes had shifted; once guilt ridden, now swam with hunger. Pushing water off your eyes, you watched as Jaebeom stripped off his shirt; the fabric sliding down the lengths of his tensed arms. His smile looked sweet, but his eyes swore trouble.

“What are you doing?” Rubbing soap between your hands, your eyebrow cocked suspiciously.

“Getting undressed. What else could I be doing?” Letting his shirt fall to the floor, Jaebeom pushed his hair off his face; every muscle on display tensing as he breathed. Your eyes glided down his torso, flickering with every groove and line between his toned muscles in time with your hands as they traveled down your body.

“Why?” Bending over to massage soap into your legs, your ears twinged; the unmistakable clicks of Jaebeom’s belt unfastening behind the glass.

“I wouldn’t shower fully dressed, would I?” His voice was laced with mischief, and you swore you could see the smirk that ticked his jaw without looking up.

“I’m not done.” Deadpan.

“I know, I plan to join in.” A snicker peppered his statement; his hands instantly halting when your eyes shot up at him. Slowly arching up to stand, your face stiffened; hands smoothing back your hair.

“What if I don’t want you to join me?” You sounded coy, playful, vexing; hands curling around your waist to smooth soap and water into the skin. Jaebeom’s bottom lip sucked between his teeth; adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed down hard.

“I want to hold you, kiss you. Please.” His face crumpled adoringly; his mouth fashioning into a pout as his eyebrows furrowed when you replied only with a teasing shake of your head.

“Come on, don’t make me wait.” Your tongue dug into the side of your cheek, your face lowering to stare Jaebeom coldly in the eye.

“Make you wait?” The laugh that tumbled out of your mouth was low and cold, sending chills down Jaebeom’s spine. Your entire body relaxed, your resolve set onto making Jaebeom swallow those words like a bad pill.

Eyes dark and fiery, you tipped your head back; letting water run down your face and body. Your hands began to trace the skin along your torso; fingers travelling across your ribs to play with the supple flesh of your breasts. Toying with the curves and peaks with the tips of your fingers, little shivers floated over your skin; an incensing giggle filtered through your teeth.

Head still tipped back, you ran your hands, as if pressed together in prayer, along your sternum to grasp your neck; pushing up your breasts with your forearms in the process. You heard the door move, yet your leg was quick to kick it back shut.

Hand flat against the glass, Jaebeom met your glare with eyes full of shock. Keeping your foot firm against the door, you let one of your hands fall from your neck; letting it glide down your front, guided by the water falling onto you. You pushed your breasts higher, the hand rubbing your neck now caressing your cheek to run a idle finger across your lips.

Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed, locked onto your merciless stare as your hand continued to travel down; wrapping around your waist while you curled your body against it. Rolling your hips into your hand, you lifted it from your waist to run your nails down your thigh; edging closer and closer to your core.

You smirked when you saw Jaebeom scrape his tongue against his teeth, biting down onto it to stop him from snarling. Water ran down your face, pooling into your open mouth as you bit your finger teasingly; every muscle in his body tensing rigidly from your toying.

“Are you okay, baby?” Taunting, you lifted your leg higher. Everything on show for him. Jaebeom cleared his throat to speak but the words caught in the back of it when your fingers began to slide languidly between your folds.

You pushed your hair off your face again, opting to keep your hand behind you; gripping onto the shower head. Arching your back, you pushed yourself into your fingers, a muffled growl echoing deep in your throat.

A hard slap broke your euphoria, your eyes shooting forward to see Jaebeom’s hand gripping the top of the shower door; arm shaking with frustration. Leaning forward, his eyes bore through the glass; though all you could do was snicker as your feverish fingers made your body heat rise and your muscles taut.

“Baby, are you okay?” Voice soaked in provocation, you pulled your hand back, resting it coolly on the flesh below your belly button. Jaebeom’s jaw ticked, eyes slit with a furious passion.

“Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me watch?” His voice was hard, sharp and grit through his teeth. You felt powerful behind the glass. Everything he wanted, everything he needed was behind the glass. You put your body on display and it made you hungry, starved, absolutely ravenous with desire; desire to make him wait. To make him eat his words. Lowering your eyes to meet his stare, your hand lowered in kind; just enough for the tip of your finger to hover over your clit. You spoke slowly, but clear enough for Jaebeom to stand rigid; his body stiff and heaving, his breath clouding against the glass.

“Watch.”

Slow, intense circles stimulated your clit; your fingertip rubbing against you with a burning intensity. The hand gripping the shower head pulled on it, your body arching against your hand. You could feel Jaebeom leaning heavy on the door, your foot staying firm against it. The pressure in your core began to rise, your fingertip becoming two, moved in fevered figure-eights; reeling you to the edge.

Jaebeom growled, a groan of resentment and pleasure; you could see how torn he was. You watched as he slipped his hand beneath his waistband. You hissed loudly, pulling his eyes from your erotic motions to your piercing stare.

“No touching.” He seethed, taking his hand from off his throbbing penis to meet his other at the top of the shower door. Jaebeom was angry. Aroused, but angry.

Water running over your face and down your body, you stared madly into Jaebeom’s eyes as you slipped two fingers in. A rasping moan fell out of your mouth, your thumb replacing your fingertips to roll over your bundle of sensitive nerves.  

Jaebeom’s knuckles were white, threatening to tear the shower door apart. His body was tense and wrought as he took in jagged breaths as he stood helpless behind the glass. Rendered powerless as he watched you pull yourself to bliss. The way his abs clenched when he pulled in rasping breaths fueled you. You could get drunk on his body on any given day; but seeing how frenzied you made him drove you high with lust.

Your movements were becoming sloppy, the leg holding the door shut began to shake and your grip on the shower head became tighter. Moans and indecipherable words tumbled past your lips, your body quivering as your fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

You could feel it coming; the inevitable crash waiting for you at the end of all your efforts. Jaebeom could see it too, with how your chest began to heave, how your lips sucked between your teeth and how your eyes glazed over. Your fingers soaked in your fluids, slipped in and out swiftly, your core tightening around them as your body sprinted towards the edge, ready to crash into the orgasm you weren’t looking for or knew you needed.

“Do it.” Jaebeom commanded; voice drowning in craving. You swallowed harshly at the sound of his voice swimming in your ears; his low timbre making you shake. You snarled, a demonic smirk cracking your lips apart as your fingers worked you.

“Come for me.” As the last word floated past Jaebeom’s lips, a gasp followed quickly after as you tore your fingers from your core. You lowered your leg, standing upright and calm. Rubbing your hands together under the running water, you turned to face the shower.

“Wha-wait.. What?” Shrill, confused, muddled in his arousal. Craning your chin over your shoulder, your tongue found the corner of your mouth.

“What?” Coy, squeezing shampoo into your hands.

“You’re.. You’re not going to finish?” Jaebeom released his grip on the shower door, stepping back to shove his hands in his pockets; rearranging himself under the fabric of his pants. The look he gave you was raw; unsatisfied and almost betrayed. He tried not to show his irritation as he palmed himself over his underwear. You tried not to laugh, tried not to see how uncomfortably erect he was and tried not to relish in how proud it made you.

“I’m going to finish showering. I’ll be out in a minute. You can wait that long, can’t you?” Pushing his chin out, Jaebeom scowled; his tongue scraping along his bottom teeth as his eyes burned into you. You turned to face him, lifting your hands to comb shampoo through your hair and smirked at his sulking. Letting your naked body glisten under the water, Jaebeom drowned in the image. You watched him turn slowly, hands still buried in his pockets as he left the bathroom. A flicker of a laugh tickled your lungs, but you knew this wasn’t over.

Wringing water from your hair, you pulled the towel from the rack. You glided it over your skin, still caught in a haze of your own doing. Wrapping it around your body, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, lit only from the light coming from Jaebeom’s phone. You crossed the room, dragging your hand over the curtain, pulling it open to flood the room with moonlight.

From the window, you could see Jaebeom laying on his bare stomach. Elbows propped up with a pillow wedged under his chest. You could tell he was mindlessly scrolling; trying to distract himself. You stepped to sit beside him, pulling the towel tightly across your chest as you bent down to kiss the space between his shoulder blades. His skin was cold, yet he was the one who shuddered under your touch. You slid a hand across his back to hold him, pulling yourself into his side as you kissed him again. And again. And again; across his back and shoulders until you heard him whimper.

Jaebeom shifted onto his side, leaning against an elbow as he looked up at you. He pressed his body into you, and you could feel how desperately hard he still was through the thin coverage of your towel. The hand holding him resting on his waist, your fingers caressed his skin softly; his eyes folding shut at your touch. He rocked his head back, his neck catching the moonlight. You sprung forward, wanting to press your lips against it but Jaebeom caught your shoulders; pushing you back as he sat up. His stare was hollow.

“Why did you do that?” Pained.

“What? Before, in the shower?” He sat up straight, shuffling down the bed to sit shoulder to shoulder with you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you through his fringe. Jaebeom hummed as he slowly slid his hand under your towel and around your waist.

“Mmmm, I was in the mood to mess with you.” You flinched as his fingers gripped your waist. You were teasing him, and he wasn’t pleased.

“I was upset, our plans fell through again.” His hand fell from your waist, his eyes dropped from yours.

“Baby! Baby I know it wasn’t your fault.” You urged, bringing your hands to his face to bring his gaze back.

“But there you were! Topless, knocking on the shower door asking, begging me not to make you wait! And I snapped! I-I… I didn’t like hearing that..” You kissed his forehead and you felt both his arms slide under your towel to pull you into him; his embrace almost crushing as he held you.

You found his stare. It had morphed and the pain that glazed them were replaced with a fire you knew all too well. Jaebeom’s lips parted, his tongue tracing the edges of them. You saw him contemplating the look you were giving him. He knew you were reading him, and he wanted that. He wanted you to know exactly what he wanted, exactly what he was going to do.

Digging his fingers into your waist, Jaebeom pulled you across his lap; flipping you onto your back. Kneeling over you, Jaebeom gently brushed off the damp strands of hair that had clung to your cheek. Curious fingers pulled open your towel and off your body. The night air nipped at your skin. Your arms curling around your body instinctively; your legs clamping together on reflex. Jaebeom tutted, his drilling stare made your hands relax and pull away as he slowly traced a single finger down your body. From your throat to your navel, he was drawing a line of attack, and you knew he wouldn’t hold back.

Through his gentle touches, you could feel the fire-hot blood coursing through his veins with the subtle grazes he left on your naked body. Was it his turn? His turn to play? Your turn to wait?

You thought you had punished him. Punished him enough for standing you up once again. Despite the fact that it wasn’t his fault, and it never is, you couldn’t help but feel dismissed, neglected, abandoned. So, you thought you’d toy with him a little, make him feel an ounce of what you had felt. But now as you lay beneath him, his hard body hovering over you, his gaze penetrating your wavering facade; you knew you shouldn’t have tested him. You shouldn’t have challenged a man whose hunger rivaled your own.

“How many times did I fuck up our plans?” His eyes blackened as he lowered his face to yours.

“Three times?” You nodded, licking the dryness from your lips; your body feeling small under his hold.

“Three times.” His breath hot against your ear. “Don’t forget to count.”

He angled his body to push your legs apart, hands pressing on the mattress under you as he crawled up your body. Faces meeting with only a breath apart, Jaebeom caught your lips in his, kissing you with a fever you both shared. His hand slid behind your neck, fingers raking through your hair. The cold metal of his belt burned against your stomach and you felt every aching inch of him push against your core. Your hand scrambled under him and down his back, your nails finding purchase in his skin.

Jaebeom smirked in this kiss, the corners of his mouth pricking just enough for your eyes to shoot open. Jaebeom dropped his weight onto you, sliding over to your side to trap your arm under him. Snaking his hand under your neck, he grabbed your other hand and knotted your fingers together. Jaebeom’s lips hadn’t left yours, his mouth swallowing every hollow breath and whimpered moan that left yours. His slid his leg under yours, only to trap it with his other.

You ripped your mouth away from him, sucking in deep breaths. You tried to shift, but your body was caught under Jaebeom’s, both your hands trapped and your legs spread apart. It wasn’t a new move, but it was always one that caught you by surprise. Jaebeom always knew how to ensnare you.

“Ba-baby..” Chest dipping with every hitched breath. Jaebeom kissed down your cheek, to your jaw before nipping at the delicate skin on your neck. Your back arched naturally, his tongue drawing circles against your pulse. Your hand desperately fought his, but his hold on your hand was tight, fierce, unbinding.

“Now baby. Remember to count.” You snapped your head to face him, his eyes were dark; pupils completely blown out with lust. You felt a dry swallow travel down your throat as he pressed his lips to yours once again. Eyes shutting quickly to the sensation, you began feeling lost in his kiss; the way his mouth danced with yours, knotting your tongues together in a dark promise. You felt your mind tunnel black on his lips that your skin began to numb, until you felt a strong hand smooth across your stomach. Hot, burning, searing; his fingers drummed against your skin until he slipped a digit between your folds.

All air was stripped from your lungs, your mouth gaping to suck in air as he slowly dragged his finger up and down. Playfully, Jaebeom would graze your clit just to bring it down to your entrance, dipping in shyly just to take it back up. You groaned, bucking your hips against his hand and he snickered against your neck.  

Jaebeom pressed his palm into your pelvis, pushing your hips back down into the bed. Leaving his hand there, you felt it burn. For a moment he didn’t move, opting to make you listen to his breath on your neck and your heartbeat in your ears. Then slowly, Jaebeom pressed a finger tip into your clit. It was pure pressure against your nib and it caused your diaphragm to spasm. You seethed through your teeth, Jaebeom’s static finger made your jaw burn.

‘Jae….” Pleading, clawing your nails into his back in a frenzied desperation. A deep laugh filled your ear, his lips brushing your skin enough to make you squirm. Jaebeom pulled your earlobe between his lips, nibbling the flesh. You wanted so badly to break away from him, have him release you from his hold. That was until he started rubbing circles into your clit. A groan, deep and hoarse, filled the room; your body jerking.

Jaebeom held down your shaking leg, keeping them spread for him. His fingers drew tight, pulsing circles into your clit. Your hips were throbbing, moving against Jaebeom’s hand every time his fingers did. The heat in your stomach was building and the muscles in pelvis began to tighten. Your eyes were glazing over and your heartbeat pounded heavier in your ears. Jaebeom moved faster, his fingers rubbing against your clit almost in time with his racing heart.

“Babe.. I-I’m gonna..” Breathless.

“I know..” Lurid.

As you approached the edge, your body arching off the bed, Jaebeom quickly lifted his hand; leaving your aching core alone to the wind. You crashed your body down, chest heaving; confused and unsatisfied. Jaebeom released his grip on your hand and brushed it across your cheek as he sat up. You pulled your arm out from under him and pushed yourself up to sit. Your eyes narrowed maddeningly at the smirk curling Jaebeom’s lips.

“What was that?!” Jaebeom rolled onto his knees, leaning forward to grab hold of your chin. Pulling your face forward, he held you just in front of his lips.

“That, my love, was number one.” Fear. It was fear that surged through your body. You knew what Jaebeom was like when he was challenged; unrelenting, competitive, proud. And every bit of that was painted on his face. 

Taking his hand off your chin, Jaebeom placed it on your chest. He started to crawl back along the bed towards your feet. He leant forward to kiss your stomach, your hip, your thigh, your knee; until his hand was fully stretched out. Jaebeom pushed you down, forcing your back onto the mattress once again.

Swallowing hard, you could only anticipate his next move. Suddenly, his hands were wrapping around your calves and with a sharp tug, Jaebeom pulled you to the end of the bed. A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, baby.” You snapped your head forward, looking to the end of the bed where Jaebeom was kneeling before it. Your feet resting on the edge, Jaebeom caressed your calves, the gentle touches sending shivers across your skin. Pulling one foot to rest on his shoulder, he wrapped one hand around your thigh to pull you closer to him. You couldn’t see his mouth, but you could see his eyes and every shred of his desire flooding them.

“Lean back.” His voice made you tremble. The growl in his words making every hair stand on end. But you did as you were told, waiting for his next move, but never ready for it.

“Jae?” His name shook on your lips.

“Shhh…” He hummed into the side of your leg. Hands resting on your hips to hold them down. Jaebeom kissed your ankle, then the side of your knee before leaving what felt like hundreds of peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. Jaebeom pushed his hands up your body, finger tips toying with your breasts. Your hands leaped to grab his wrists, your lungs starved of air as he teased you.

Searing kisses planted on your flesh, anywhere than where you needed them the most, gritted your teeth. Digging your nails into Jaebeom’s forearms, you tried to push your core towards his face but his arms held you down firmly. Looking down, you caught Jaebeom’s intense stare, as if he was waiting for you to beg. He watched as your face silently pleaded for him to take you.

His eyebrow cocked, and you felt a cool column of breath blow against your core. Your lungs searched for air, and as you managed to take in one full breath, Jaebeom closed his lips around your clit. Air instantly tunneling out your mouth, you crashed your head back onto the bed. Jaebeom lapped his tongue along your slit, mixing your arousal with his saliva to create a slick surface for his mouth to play.

You tried to speak, tried to form words to tell him what you wanted, what you needed; but every sound crashed in your throat and came out as mangled moans. Jaebeom took your clit between his lips, sucking lightly to create a seal that drove you mad. The pressure of his sucking and his tongue flicking against your clit sent your body reeling. Bucking and thrashing against his arms, Jaebeom slapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you tight against his chest.

Your hands scraped through his hair, pulling at his scalp with the same ferocity his tongue had on your clit. Nothing but your ass was on the bed, your entire body heaved until you arched so far that Jaebeom was practically holding you up. Your body was hot, absolutely melting as his tongue continued licking pulsating circles against your clit.

Then you felt it. The muscles in your core tensing so hard that you could feel that the impending orgasm would break you. Your hips were bucking against Jaebeom’s hold and he knew you were close. Your throat was ragged; moans and strangled screams filling the room. The climax was building, the wave of euphoria about to crash over you and you watched it close in behind shut eyelids.

As you sprinted to serenity, it fell away just as quickly as your body onto the bed. Your legs dropped and your feet crashed onto the floor. You screamed, hands clutching at Jaebeom as he slid out of your grasp.

“Why?!” You wailed, body almost numb from wanting, eyes hooded and hazed. Jaebeom loomed over you, his eyes piercing through the few strands of dignity your quivering body was clutching onto. You scrambled up to sit on the end of the bed, hands lurching to shake Jaebeom's. He let your hands wring his, let your fingers dig into his flesh and moved to sit beside you.

"What was that one?" He spoke softly, almost sweetly and it made your blood boil. Hands still shaking his for answers, you slammed your shoulder into his.

"I asked you first! What-why are you doing this?" Tears were stinging your eyes but before they could even threaten to fall, Jaebeom has raised his hand to cup your cheek.

"My love, did you forget?" You froze.

"Were you counting?" You remembered. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his tongue dragging across his own. Nodding gently into his hand, you felt his other hand slip out of yours and across the underside of your breast, goosebumps raising under his fingertips like braille. He read them, and your body as if you were his favourite book, eager to turn your pages.

"So, what was that one then?" The softness of his voice had faded, the command returning into the moonlit darkness.

"Number two." A whisper. A hushed whimper.

"Very good." Praising, his thumb pulling down your plump lip as you chased his touch. Jaebeom reached over and took your thigh into his grip, pulling you over him.

Straddling his lap, your forearms perched nervously on his shoulders. Jaebeom's hold on your hips was firm. There was no escape.

"Ready?" You shook your head, a dry swallow scratched your throat. Jaebeom's thumbs drew indistinct patterns into your waist as he kissed the well between your collarbones.

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you." You exhaled through a shudder and without warning Jaebeom pulled you down onto his dick. Painfully hard, throbbing through his pants; he pushed you down onto him for all your overstimulated nerves to fire rapidly.

A strained and tortured moan bore into Jaebeom's ear, but his hands stayed firm. He rolled your hips so you rubbed against him. You felt everything; everything he was holding back just to do this to you. You felt all his control, and all his weakness as he made you grind against him.

"Jae..Jae..beom, please…" Body shaking, yet under his reign; you let his hands push and dig your core into his erection so hard that you carved your nails into his neck for support.

"I've got you.." Reassuring in his onslaught, Jaebeom placed soft kisses on your chest and breasts as his hands continued to drive your hips; riding on his dick unrelentingly.

Your face contorted in pleasure, aching pleasure as your body began to tumble off the edge once again. Faster than before, or the time before that, or the time when even you had denied your own climax. Your core tightened and the muscles in your abdomen burned with ecstasy.

You were moaning uncontrollably, fingers raking across Jaebeom's shoulders in a demonic plea for him to let you finish.

"Please.. baby, please.." Crying out for release, your body was heaving as Jaebeom pushed his pelvis into yours, digging his dick against your core. His pants were saturated, completed soaked through with your arousal; his belt occasionally flicking against your clit to send you screaming to the ceiling.

Jaebeom wrapped his arms around your waist to ease your shaking as your climax came crashing. But as the wave began to collapse over you, he picked you up and stood from the bed. His hips falling from yours and you wailed into his shoulder.

You slapped his back as he held you, tears stinging against your cheeks as he spun to face the bed; your body held tightly in his arms.

“Why?!” Your blood boiled. Sweet release stripped from you once again and all you could do was scream. Shaking arms and scratching hands held Jaebeom as he crawled onto the bed, laying you down gently. Snaking his hand under your waist, he lifted you to pull you up to rest your head on the pillow.

You were shaking; body overstimulated and drunk with wanting, your skin burned every time Jaebeom touched you. His hands were gentle, brushing away your hair and caressing your cheek with feather-light touches.

Kneeling between your legs, Jaebeom lowered to lie softly on top of you.

“Baby..” You replied with a whimper.

“I’m sorry for being late..” Through hooded eyes you stared into Jaebeom’s. Sincerity and warmth swam within them and all the love you shared washed over you. You brought your hands to his face, Jaebeom sinking into your grasp.

“Baby?” You shifted slightly under his body, thumb brushing over his cheek in reply.

“Do you want me?” Nodding, your eyes locked onto his; hoping he could read all your wanting and hunger in them.

“Baby?” Your hand snaked into his hair, the desperation beginning to burn into your skin as he spoke.

“Can I have you?” His stare was kind, but dripping in desire and you felt a surge of electricity flow through you. Jaebeom felt it too.

Jaebeom straightened, kneeling up to unbuckle his belt completely. Sliding it through his belt loops, Jaebeom dropped it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours, the power his stare could hold was enough to empty your lungs of air. Unfastening his pants, he pushed them down his thighs. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, he pushed them down to his knees. A lump of anticipation tore down your throat; his throbbing erection standing at full attention.

Jaebeom crawled forward onto your body, kicking off his pants and underwear as he kissed up your body. His lips were hot on your skin; his tongue licking every spot where his mouth had left marks on you. You coiled and mewled under him, his hands stroking your legs as he positioned himself between them. Sucking on your collarbone, he hissed when your nails scratched into his back and laughed when your legs curled around his waist.

Jaebeom’s dick was resting against your core, pulsing with desire and you quivered whenever he tapped it against your clit. Jaebeom paused, his eyes searching yours; his hand soft against your cheek.

“Can I?” You crashed your lips into his; your reply a wordless request of dancing tongues.

With a nip at your bottom lip, Jaebeom gave you one last smile before he entered you. Slowly. Painfully slow. Slow enough for your chest to cave in as your lungs hollowed with every inch Jaebeom calmly pushed into you.

You finally inhaled when he penetrated to the hilt, his hips pressing hard against yours as he halted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you. But you felt it. You felt all the tension he had built up for himself as he quivered inside you; his neck flaring and his breath faltering as he flicked his hips to hit just the right spot to make your eyes roll back.

You dug your nails into his back while Jaebeom thrusted slowly. Achingly slow; each movement tempered and strong. His hand gripped heavy on your hip, fingers almost bruising the flesh as he pulled out slowly, just to push in hard again. And he did this over and over again. Pushed his dick in so hard and slow that your stomach felt like it turned upside down as yours toes curled in on themselves.

You could feel your heart hitch with every thrust, every time Jaebeom grinded against you and set all your sensitive flesh on fire. You moaned and wailed, pleaded into his neck as he bit down onto yours.

Tears stung your eyes and you were desperate for release and Jaebeom knew it. He could feel all your longing leach into his skin every time he drove his hips into yours and he wanted it just as badly as you did; he needed it just as badly.

You cried out when Jaebeom buried himself in you one last time; hands coiled into shaking fists, trying to hold him as he snapped his hips against you. Taking his hand from your hip, Jaebeom brushed his thumb against your lip before pulling you into a fevered kiss. Rough and passionate, Jaebeom wanted you to know that you drove him just as mad as he did you. His lips wanted you to understand that you were his everything, and as you shook beneath him, Jaebeom wanted you to have it all.

Pulling his lips away, he searched for your eyes; begging for you to listen to him through your agony.

“If you want it, take it.” Your eyes darted into Jaebeom’s loving stare, his breath slow and measured; his embrace soothed you. Dropping onto his elbow, he brushed your hair from your cheeks and pressed his forehead to yours. You could feel his heartbeat on your chest; his hips stuttering as you tensed around him.

“It’s yours. I’m yours.” Jaebeom slid a hand down your leg and the other under your back to pull you on top of him. You rocked your head back, the new position making Jaebeom completely bottom out inside you. You shuddered, clenching around his dick so hard that Jaebeom broke the silence with a guttural moan.

Leaning forward, you stared deeply into Jaebeom’s eyes as his hand reached for your face. Thumbing away the tear that fell down your cheek, he whispered.

“I love you.”

Your nerves fired and your blood coursed hot like lava. Fevered, emboldened, ruined; you began rolling your hips, driving your core against Jaebeom’s dick. Snapping your hips harder and harder, you felt him hit every spot deep inside you; riding him until your vision blurred and his throat scratched dry with moans.

You tore at his chest while he tore at your hips; Jaebeom holding a hand flat against your stomach to help you rock your hips on him mercilessly. He could feel your muscles tensing and as you stamped your hand down onto his abs for support, you could feel them tightening. You both chased the high; pulling, pushing, screaming for the orgasm you were both denied since your very first plans were cancelled.

You bounced unrelentingly on Jaebeom’s dick, hunting euphoria and scratching down Jaebeom’s arms as he fought for his own. Waves and waves of pleasure were knocking, your body beginning to shudder and shake every time you snapped your hips against him. Jaebeom clamped his hands onto your hips, digging his fingers into your ass as he thrusted deep into you.

“Fuck! Oh my go-” You screamed, head tipped completely back as his tip hit your favourite spot.

“Babe, I’m-”

“Me… too..” Through strangled moans, you snapped your hips, your climax crashing over you harder than it ever had before. You shook and dug your nails into Jaebeom’s wrists as you continued to roll your hips. You rode him roughly through your high, making sure he reached his. His hold on your hips tightened, his jaw clenching as you bucked against him.

Jaebeom’s body arched off the bed, his head tipping back as he shouted out his release. Lurching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he shook through his climax. Combing your fingers through his hair, your held him against your breasts and tried to let your breathing settle. Ragged columns of air tumbled out of Jaebeom’s mouth as he shuddered beneath you. Clenching your walls around his dick, you giggled when he whimpered; sinking his teeth into your breasts gently in disapproval.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Jaebeom lifted you as he stood; turning around to gently place you back onto the bed. He sat beside you, letting you curl around him as he planted soft kisses on your cheek and shoulder. You felt as peace, finally able to have him; be with him in the most intimate way your relationship deserved. But as you sunk into your revelry, Jaebeom turned to stand; picking up his pants and pulling them on swiftly.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” You snapped, your bliss slowly fading away.

“Getting ready to go out.” Jaebeom quipped back, a devilish smirk making your eyebrow cock.

“Why?” Protesting, you flopped back onto the bed, patting down the empty space beside you; praying he’d accept the invitation. Holding out a hand to you, he tipped his chin; a gentle smile and adoring look asking you to take it.

“Because I owe you a date.”

[emisonme]

PR time line.............

Some can't seem to understand, how Shmila could have helped Camila get out of the PR with the con man. Let's explore the time line and maybe you'll have a better understanding of where I'm coming from.

Camila's debut album, had an original release date, of September 2017. She would have signed a PR contract with Ew, probably late August. These PR contracts are usually for a period of time, but the start and end dates, are flexible, because of the release dates of the Artists music being flexible.

Camila probably found out, sometime in late August, that her release date was being pushed, to November. That's why she followed the con man on SM, in October. They were preparing to unleash the PR, after the release of her album, in probably early December. Just in time for the holidays.

But, her album got pushed, yet again. The new date was January 12, 2018. She does the Elvis Duran radio show, on January 11. That is the first time we hear her or anyone else, utter that fuckers name.

The next morning, she does GMA. They schedule Con to appear on the same show. Why? To give us a PUBLIC reason for them meeting and the ensuing "relationship".

Three days later, Camila does Beats 1, with Zane Lowe. That's when we got the "maybe" when asked if she had a special someone in her life. Also, the whole, "I can't say your name without smiling" bullshit.

Then on February 9. 2018, we got the E-News exclusive Mexico beach photo-shoot. That's the day the actual PR began. They had signed the actual contract, MONTHS before, but because the album kept getting pushed, so did the start date for the PR.

That being said, I'm almost certain, they only signed a 1 year contract. I'll explain. We got their one year of public bullshit, but it really got laid on thick towards the end. If you notice, they did the same thing with Lauren and Tyrone. (It stayed pretty much SM until closer to the end, when they started doing red carpets and showing up to Industry events together.)

They did the "family" holiday thing, with both families, in December and January. Then on February 1, we got the pap pics of them leaving the movies, where Camila looks upset, and Con looks pissed. We also get turfers and "fans" taking to SM saying they had been arguing and Camila had been crying. That was the start of the "trouble in paradise" narrative.

The 10th was the Grammy's. After that, they both left for Dubai, and Camila's performance at Red Fest. They spent a few days hobnobbing around the Arabian Desert, taking lots of pics. Supposedly all happy. Then on February 25, Camila took his ass to that Vanity Fair shin-dig. That was their supposed public coming out, together. Camila had zero desire to be there with that fucker, and it showed.

Then, we got Camila's birthday post, on March 3. The things she learned when she was 21. A very interesting post, indeed. Number three, on that list, was talking about how complicated life and relationships are. How the right opportunity comes at the wrong time, and having to do something hard and uncomfortable, to be happy. (yeah, like PR)

Then she talks about how falling in love is the best thing ever. That leads us to number 8. There she says, life is to short, to hang with people you don't like, be in relationships with people that don't make you happy, or do things you hate. (yeah, like PR with an asshole)

Then MFP was released on March 25. In a song, with a video dedicated to people in relationships, Camila tells the world, she dedicated MFP to her favorite person, her little sister. (that's so sweet...but also very telling)

Why are those two things important? Because I firmly believe, the "split" announcement, and the official end to her PR, was supposed to happen in March.

So, what happened? Just like there is no official start date in a PR contract, there isn't an official end date, either. It's just a suggested time frame, of 1 year, 2 years, 3 years, etc. There are no hard dates built in, because in the Music Industry, everything is about timing.

Here's how I think it was supposed to go down. I think the announcement was supposed to come, just before the release of MFP. That would have explained the dedication to her sister, and would have given that song more promo.

But probably more importantly, It would have been perfect timing for FYA, if things had played out the way they were supposed to play out. She recorded that song with Mark, back in January. I think FYA was the song Mark was planning to release, with the pre-order link, which was on April 12. It would have been the best song to release with the link, and a public "split" would have been perfect timing for the release with the pre-order link. It would have gotten a shit load of media attention.

Instead, Epic got pissed, because Camila wasn't doing what they wanted her to do. It wasn't a damn song with Canada, Camila didn't want to do. She's game to collab with Canada, and just about anyone else who wants to collab with her. It was a PR relationship with him, they wanted her to agree to, but she didn't want to do.

When are some of you going to open your eyes and realize that. Her and Canada are real life friends. She'd probably agree to release a collab a year with him, if that's what he wanted. It's just music. A PR relationship, on the other hand, is a completely different story.

Epic, Island, and maybe Andrew, didn't JUST want a song. They wanted that song, to come with the bullshit we are getting now. Camila agreed to the song, but not the PR. So, what did Epic do? They delayed the official "split" with the dickhead.

Camila bought her house in April. They delayed the announcement of the purchase, until May 13, and had his name inserted into the damn article. Making it sound like she was going to be sharing her house with his ass. Did he ever step foot in her house?

Camila went to Italy in early May. They made it look like he went with her. He may have been there, but he didn't go "with" Camila. He was there to promote one of his books. She was there to get away from all the bullshit. They did have her walk through the airport with him, when they arrived back to LA, on May 12. The 13th, we got the article about the house. May 14, was the last pics we got of the two together.

On May 20, Camila posted one of the saddest pics, I've seen. You could tell, she was anything but happy. That's the day they want us to believe Ewmila "broke up". So, what could have happened between their supposed happy romantic trip to Italy, and the 20th? Absolutely nothing...with Ewmila. They were nothing to each other. Camila just wanted that motherfucker out of her life.

On May 24, we got the post saying, "the calm before the storm, with the 6 tornado emoji's. 4 days, after that very sad looking pic, she warned us this shitshow was coming.

On May 27, we got the pics of Camila and Canada eating outside, and the first media hits, asking "are they dating". Publicist planted that shit. May 30, FYA was released. June 8, Camila went to perform on stage with Alejandro Sanz, with no con artist in sight. June 18, she went to have her little chat at Cannes. She posted a pic, with the caption, "looks put together on the outside, but a mess on the inside". (or something close to it) That's also the day we got the first teasers of Senorita. The song and video was released on the 21st. Nothing but PR bullshit after that.

That's the time line, of how all this shit went down. That sad emotional pic, on the 20th, was a genuine sadness. She was an emotional mess, and NOT because of a "break-up". I think, that is the day, she gave in to the pressure, and made the decision to do the PR with Canada.

She wanted out of that PR shitshow with dickhead. The Label could have kept it going, as long as the dickhead agreed to keep it going, and why wouldn't he. It was getting him the attention he wanted. He didn't give a shit, it was causing her anxiety and emotional distress. (Matthew Hussey is a NARCISSISTIC PRICK, that's all about himself. The Label didn't give a shit, either. They just wanted their artist to do what they wanted her to do. IN MY OPINION!!!)

It really doesn't take that long to record and master a single. By the time they were seen eating together, on the 27th, they had probably already recorded the song, and were discussing the visuals for the video. They filmed it the first week of June or so.

I'm pretty sure, in my thoughts, that Camila only agreed to do this shit, if it was the song of her choice, the video visuals of her choice, and her team doing it. The song she chose, was HER song, Señorita. It wasn't difficult to figure out who that song was about. That's why Epic wouldn't allow her to release it, on her own. But, in a duet with Canada, they were fine with it.

This was all decided on, and done very quickly. That's how they were able to keep it a "secret". From agreement to roll out, it was all done in a months time.

So yeah, that's how I came to my conclusion, that Canada actually "helped" her get out of her PR shitshow with the Con man. How it was her song that was chosen. Her Label was pressuring her, to do this PR stunt with Canada, since 2018. Island and Epic, both wanted it. The song was just the pathway to get the PR started.

Camila is getting shit on, for something BOTH sides were pressuring and down right manipulating/coercing her to do. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT!!! Canada didn't really want to do it, either. But he's so damn scared of getting publicly outed, and it ruining his career, that he was willing to do anything to keep that from happening.

The only BAD GUYS, in all this shit, is Epic, Island, Andrew, and Roger. THEY are the ones so hell bent on keeping their clients "straight", and making a shit load of money off them, while they are being locked in their glass closet.

Roger should have put his foot down, and told Epic to make the public announcement, of the "split" back in May. Hell, he should have "leaked" the shit himself, on the 20th, when Camila posted that pic, if nothing else. That's why I place blame on him, for the way Camila is being portrayed by others.

The Sun, had the information for a while. They were told to sit on that information, until Epic was ready for the public announcement to be made. That's why the report started with, "I can reveal ...". Not, "this just in", or "Sources have confirmed", but "I can reveal".

The definition of reveal, for those who aren't sure...reveal: make (previously unknown or secret information) known to others....Yep, they sat on the info, until they were told to "reveal" it.

Agree or not, believe or not, that's my take on all this shit. This is how my mind connected all the fucked up dots.

[talpup]

Erase the Shadow:20

Summary: Despite sharing dreams with Teris for as long as he can remember, Aizawa Shouta never believed in soulmates.  That was until he met Teris in the real world on his first day at UA.  Trouble is, Teris doesn’t know anything about their shared dreams.  And the one time Shouta tried to tell her, he nearly lost her completely.

Five years after graduating from UA, Shouta still believes Teris is his soulmate.  But things have only gotten worse.  Teris moved to another town shortly after graduation.  And now she’s dating his best friend Yamada Hizashi.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22027552/chapters/58217263

Sorry for the delay in this update.  I recently started re-working and posting Lost Song, a fic that has beasts, spirits, and sprites with human forms.  And focuses on a love triangle between Sphinx!Aizawa, Dragon!Kai, and Reader/OC.  Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this update and would LOVE to here from you if you did.

Also, if anyone is interested in what the layout of Hizashi, Shouta, and Teris' house looks like, let me know and I'll try drawing it up and posting it.

20.1

It had been hard enough leaving Shouta for three days when they had only been together for a little over two weeks.  But the fact that they had just moved into their new home four days ago made it all the harder.  The thought of Shouta alone in the big, beautiful place.  Never mind the fact that Hizashi had put so much tech into it that both she and Shouta barely knew how to work the coffeemaker and lights.  She just hoped the house wouldn’t revolt and kill Shouta while they were gone.

Stepping into the top floor hotel suite, Teris tried to focus on the time she would have with Hizashi, not the time she would be away from Shouta.

Near the elevator, Hizashi tipped the staff that had brought up their bags.  A single small suit case for Teris and two large suit cases for Hizashi.

Teris and Shouta had made fun of Hizashi despite knowing one suit case was taken up mostly by the protective hermit shell case that held his directional speaker.  In truth, Teris appreciated how careful Hizashi was with his hero persona. He knew that both the press and fans would hovering around like flies. And the case containing Present Mic’s directional speaker would be a dead give away to who he was.

The move of packing the case within a suit case had been done as much for himself as for her. Not being widely recognized without his trademark hairstyle and iconic speaker afforded Hizashi a much needed break from the celebrity hero that he was. But it also allowed Teris to enjoy being out with her boyfriend without too much worry that someone would snap a picture of them and turn her underground hero self into a household name.

Shouta had admonished Hizashi almost constantly in the days leading up to their departure, annoying his best friend to no end.  Teris found it kind of sweet how concerned Shouta was about her hero persona staying out of the press; knowing as well as she that if it was discovered Shadow and Present Mic were dating her career as an underground hero would be over.  But Hizashi had been right when he told Shouta that they had been dating for four years without any word of her or Shadow being linked in the press to Present Mic.

Though she hadn’t liked how snippy Hizashi had been when he said it. Teris had kept silent.  It was difficult to know when or if she should step it.  The dynamic of the three of them was still so new.  And with Shouta and Hizashi being best friends, the last thing she wanted was to overstep or appear as if she were playing favorites.

Teris pulled out her phone, smiling at the thought of Shouta’s expression when Hizashi had handed him a step-by-step list of instructions on how to do the simplest things, from answering the door to turning on the tv.  Well, simple if you didn’t live in a smart-home designed by Yamada Hizashi.

Hizashi came up behind her.  He kissed her shoulder, smiling when she leaned back against him.

One eye on the screen of Teris’ phone, the other on her, Hizashi nuzzled her neck. “Whatcha doing, Baby?”

“Letting Shouta know we got here okay.” Teris mumbled, typing out a text.

Hizashi rolled his eyes, pushing down the angry swell of jealousy.  Even when Shouta wasn’t here he still invaded.  Hizashi reached around her and snatched the phone out of Teris’ hands.

“Hey!”

“You can message Shou when I’m doing that interview this afternoon.”  He tossed the phone onto the sofa. “Right now,” he stepped backward, tugged her along, “why don’t we check out the bedroom.  Yeah?”

20.2

Teris stood along the back wall of the hotel convention center with Nux, Hizashi's producer and friend.  There was a long line of fans for Present Mic’s booth, were his signed autographs and took pictures.  Hizashi had a full schedule.  Yesterday had been his first interview, followed by a photo shoot.  This morning he had been a guest on some show, followed by another interview.  At least after this he would be done for the night.  Though there was more scheduled for early tomorrow right before the award show.

Like watching Shouta work with his capture weapon, it always amazed to see Hizashi work a crowd. The man never tired and was never fazed.  At least not in anyway that openly showed.  As Present Mic, Hizashi was ever smiling and friendly to all.  And had so many fans.

Teris shook her head, blinking in wonder at how Hizashi managed to engage with so many people when they were all calling and clamoring for him.  Happy as she was for Hizashi, she felt bad for the other radio hosts who sat at their booths with nobody and nothing to do but sulk and watch the circus.

“Jealous?” Nux smirked when one fan, bent over asking Hizashi to sign her unofficial Present Mic booty shorts that had ‘YEAH!!!’ printed on the ass.

Teris turned to the man and arched an eyebrow.  “Should I be?”

“No. But that wouldn’t stop most.  I mean look at them.  All those women, and men wanting a piece of him.  Honestly, this is nothing.  Pretty orderly and tame.”

“I’ve no doubt.”

“At least that one’s asking him to sign her shorts. There was one time a guy displayed full moon asking for an autograph.”

Gross. Still, Teris huffed in amusement. “Loud Blonde is an ass man.”

“Mic even entertained a few.  Well, a bit more than a few.”

Teris rolled her eyes.  She had no illusions about that. Hizashi was handsome, charismatic, liked to party, and loved sex.

“But that all stopped when he got with you.”  Nux assured. “He’s crazy about you.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

Nux took in her dopey smile, glad that appeared to be the case. In all the years he had known Hizashi, he had never seen the Hero so taken with someone.  He never imagined a day when Present Mic wouldn’t accept an offer from a fan that met Hizashi's particular type.  Nux looked at Teris.  She was most definitely Present Mic’s type, but that didn’t explain what made her so different from the others that Hizashi took to bed and forgot about the next day.

Teris’ phone dinged.  She pulled the device out of her pocket, smile growing at the text.

Shouta: Miss you.

She typed a quick reply.

Teris: Miss you more.

Shouta: Doubt it.  What are you doing?

Teris: Watching Present Mic with his fans.  He’s amazing.

Shouta: You’re amazing.

Teris: Flirt.  What are you doing?

Shouta: Trying to figure out how to work the light switch in our bedroom.

Teris: Really?!?

Shouta: No.

Teris laughed at her phone.  She could almost hear Shouta's dry response. See his deadpanned expression and the shine in his eyes that told of his humor.

Shouta: Looking forward to our three days alone.

Teris: Same.  I miss you.

Shouta: You can be sure I won’t be ignoring you for fans.

Teris: Only cause you don’t have any. :P

Shouta: Don’t need or want any.  So long as I have you...

Teris: Quit being so sweet!  You’re making me miss you more.

Shouta: Fine.  How about this.  I can’t wait to break in our bed when you get back.

Teris’ eyebrows furrowed.  How much more did a bed need to be broken in?  She blushed thinking about all the ways Shouta and Hizashi had had her.  They had done it in their bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen…  It was as if the two men had agreed that they needed to fuck her in every room of the house. And before she and Hizashi had left, they nearly had.

Teris: ??? Didn’t we do that already?

Shouta: Not the shared bed.  Our bed.

Her faced heated all the more.  The fact that Shouta called his private bedroom theirs.  That he had put in comforts that she knew he normally wouldn’t have simply because he saw the space as theirs and knew she wasn’t as minimalist as he.

Shouta: Are you blushing?

Teris: No.

Shouta: Don’t lie to me.  I’ll tie you down and make you pay.

Teris: You’ll probably do that anyway.

Shouta: No probably about it Kitten.

She looked from the screen, eyes nervously darting about, as if someone could discover what was being typed by just looking at her.

Teris: And how do you plan on making me pay for being a naughty Kitty Cat?

“Whose that?  Your other boyfriend?”  Nux teased.

Teris dropped her phone.  “What!”

“I--”

Nux had been about to say he was joking but before he could Teris cut him off.  Her face blanched of color, a mixture of anger, fear and mortification in her eyes. “He told you!”

“He… Wait? What?”

20.3

Shouta woke up still holding his phone.  He checked the device.  Teris still hadn’t responded to his last text, but it finally showed as read.  He wondered if his reply had been too detailed, but shook off the worry.  Teris’ question and calling herself a naughty Kitty Cat had been a clear sign she’d been hoping he’d reply the way he had.  He wasn’t like Hizashi trying to push and persuade her into things.

But then why hadn’t she responded?

He told himself that it was to be expected.  She was out of town with Hizashi.  Any number of things could've happened that stopped her from replying.  But he felt a twinge just the same. None of this would've happened if Hizashi hadn’t taken her away.

Enough. Shouta scolded himself.  It’s done.  By late tomorrow night she’ll be back.

Shouta sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.  He liked the new house. He especially liked that he shared it with Teris.  Their room was even better than the larger shared bedroom that she, he, and Hizashi would be using most nights. Both rooms beds were comfortable.  Not too hard or too soft.  Though the bed in their room would be even better once it was broken in by a night spent with Teris in it.

One more night, Shouta told himself.  One more night and Teris would come back to him.  He looked forward to the time that he took his three days and two nights alone with her.  But that would likely have to wait until summer break after training camp with his new class.

A bell rang throughout the house.

Shouta got out of bed and made his way to the small screen beside the light switch, forgetting he could use his phone to make sure who it was and buzz them in.

He knew Hizashi was something of a techie when it came to audio and visual but his friend had gone all out in decking out the place with security.  Their living space was on the second level and basically looked like a big box within the massive warehouse.  There was roof and window access for when Shouta was going out or returning from patrols.  The main point of entry through a gate in an alley.

Once through the gate there was a door to enter the warehouse, to the right were a set of stairs that lead to the house proper.  The gate and two doors locked automatically and opened for its inhabitants either through key, code, or RFID.  Visitors rang at the gate, and small screens with intercoms in every room of the house allowed residents to see and speak with callers.  Though the same could be done with a synced phone.  From there the visitor could be buzzed through either one or all of the barriers with a simple push of one, two, or three on the screens key pad.

Complexly simple is what Hizashi had called it when Shouta had complained about the fuss.  Shouta agreed with the complex part.  He still couldn’t see the simple.  What was wrong with a basic lock and a key, or ignoring unexpected visitors until they went away?

Activating the screen, Shouta saw Nemuri and tapped two, letting her through the gate and door into the warehouse. “Come through.  Enter the door to your right.”

He made his way to the front door of the house and opened it.

Nemuri waved at Shouta from the bottom of the stairs.  “This place is huge!”

Shouta grunted in agreement.  But he like the home gym and training ground the space provided.  Not to mention he and Teris were walking distance to UA and both their patrol routes.

Once inside the house proper, Nemuri gawked all the more.  “I gotta say I was a bit surprised Zashi agreed to live here.  The place looks even rougher than the neighborhood it’s in.  But this...”  She looked about.  “This is so Hizashi.”

Shouta nodded.  Even though Hizashi did listen and hadn’t gone overboard with color and character, the place still read Yamada Hizashi. Shouta didn’t care.  So long as he got to be with Teris, had a comfortable bed and sofa, and Teris was happy, Hizashi could deck the place out however he pleased.

“He even had a small recording studio built.”  Shouta remarked, eyes glancing to what was effectively Hizashi's side of the house.

“Does that mean he plans on doing his show from here?”

“I… don’t think so.”  Shouta hadn’t considered that.  He hoped not.

Though he had said that they would revisit their agreed upon evenings alone with Teris at the start of the school year, Shouta still hoped to have Friday nights alone with her. Having Hizashi doing his show from home would be weird.  Would Hizashi come out of the sound booth during breaks?

“I think plans on using it for his music.”  Shouta said, hoping that was the case.

“Well he does make good music.  Care to give me a tour?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, come on, Shou!  You know I’m the reason your here.”

Shouta frowned.  “How so?”

“Well, I’m the one who put the idea in Hizashi's head that he should open things up a bit and share Teris with you.”

“Why?”

Nemuri plopped down on the couch.  “Cause I’m a good friend!  It was clear that you and Teris still had it bad for each other.  Hizashi came to me worried that--” She smiled and shook her head.  “Sorry.  That’s not for me to say.  Anyway, it was my idea.  All three of you are my friends.  Teris my closest girlfriend.  Despite everything going on, I want you all to be happy.”

Her smile tightened thinking about the latest visit from the Void.  She didn’t know what the Void wanted with Teris.  Or why he had wanted her and Shouta kept apart all those years ago only to flip and decide he wanted them together now. But she had done what she could to set Hizashi and Teris up on the Void’s order.  And she would've hated herself if she hadn’t tried to help Hizashi when he’d been so afraid to lose her.  So desperate to keep her.  It wasn’t as if Teris didn’t love Hizashi.  She just happen to love Shouta a little bit more.

Based on evidence alone, it was easy to say Teris’ greater care for Shouta was purely because the two had almost gotten together in UA. That along with the whole what might've been, there was also the you always want what you can’t have aspect to it. But Nemuri knew better.

No doubt Hizashi thought that once things settled and the newness of Shouta and Teris being together wore off, her love would become more equal.  Again. Nemuri knew better.

Nemuri couldn’t put a finger exactly on it. But she was certain it had to do with the reason why the Void hadn’t wanted Shouta and Teris together in the first place.  There was just something between Shouta and Teris. Something she wasn’t sure Teris or Shouta even realized.  It was something that would never settle enough to make things equal between Shouta and Hizashi in Teris’ heart.

Nemuri had no doubt that Teris loved Hizashi.  That if Shouta wasn’t around, or had never existed, Hizashi would be Teris’ greatest love.  But Shouta was around.  He did exist.  And he reigned supreme in Teris’ heart.

Shouta didn’t know what to say about Nemuri's involvement.  A part of him was… grateful?  If Hizashi hadn’t come up with the idea he might've lost his best friend.  But being with Teris just a couple weeks, Shouta was even more sure that she would have left Hizashi to be with him.  It would've been hard.  Teris would have felt guilty.  He would’ve felt guilty.  But he wouldn’t have had to share her.

“So, since you’re not gonna show me around the place.  What can I do you for?”

Down to business.  Shouta could do that.  Still Nemuri was his friend. Not wanting any hurt feelings he said.  “Yamada’s planning some housewarming party.  He’d be upset if I showed you around.  He’d be able to do a better job anyway.  I still struggling with working the coffee maker.”

“Zashi always wanted a smart house with a killer sound system.”

“Thankfully the place doesn’t have a remote.”  Shouta huffed wondering which one of them would’ve been the first to lose it if it did.  He sat down in a chair beside the sofa.

He had been wanting to talk to Nemuri ever since Delphin had told him the Void had someone working for him with a somnambulist type quirk.  But now, seated with her, Shouta once again worried for his friend's safety. He questioned his carefully thought out quires, wondering if they were worded carefully enough that Nemuri wouldn’t wonder at them and put herself in danger seeking answers he wouldn’t give.

You need answers yourself, Shouta silently told.  You’ve gotten next to nowhere checking the quirk registry.  The Void seems to be growing stronger.  He’s not just in your shared dreams anymore.  Villains are starting to act in his name.  And on top of that, it seems as if your shared dreams with Teris have stopped completely.

Shouta's heart clenched at that.  It hurt losing his best and oldest friend. Yet at the same time he had finally won her in real life.  Why didn’t she remember?  Why were they no longer sharing dreams?  What if Teris still went to what had been their dreamscape every new moon and the Void visited? It was bad enough that he couldn’t properly protect her since they couldn’t touch in their dreams; but at least she hadn’t been alone.

Steeling his nerve, Shouta took a breath. “I was wondering if we could talk about somnambulist type quirks and how they worked.”

20.4

“You sure you’re alright, Babe?”

Teris stepped off the elevator and into their hotel suite.  It had been a long day.  She certainly hadn’t expected to get caught up in the action when some guy, hit by a quirk, had mistaken her as his ex-girlfriend and thought Nux was hitting on her.  Poor Nux.  From his reaction right before the guy had grabbed her thinking her his ex, Nux had no clue what she had been talking about.  Her misunderstanding had ended up telling him what she had angerly assumed Hizashi had when Nux jokingly asked about her other boyfriend.

She turned to Hizashi, grimacing.  Would he be angry that Nux knew?  She hadn’t meant to tell him, but that didn’t change the fact that Nux now knew she was with two people.  Would Hizashi be okay with his friend knowing?  Would he be embarrassed?  Was Nux the kind of person to judge or make fun of Hizashi for it?

“Zashi… I wanted to talk to you about Nux.”

Hizashi frowned.  “What about him?  It’s you I’m worried about.  That guy who grabbed you--”

Teris shook her head.  “That guy was confused.  Thought I was his ex who he missed and wanted to get back with.  Honestly, Zashi.  You didn’t even have to step in.”

Hizashi's frown deepened.  “I was just taking care of you.”

“You called me merchandise.

Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.  “I said you were merch that wasn’t for sale.  Would you rather I have called you my girl?”

“With all those fans and media around?  No.  We’re lucky everyone seemed to think I was some helpless civilian that was saved by Present Mic.”

“I’ll always save you, Baby.”

Teris stepped to him, arms wrapping around his neck.  “Yeah, well let’s hope no one goes looking for a name of the helpless damsel you protected today.”

“Speaking of saving things.”  Hizashi reached in his back pocket and pulled out her phone.

“Where did you find it?  I was--”

“Chatting with Shouta?”

Her eyes lifted from the phone and met his.  “I was gonna say looking for it.  But yeah.  Before everything happened I--” Her eyes closed, remembering the message she had sent right before all that.  What had Shouta replied?  Whether adding heat, or turning it down she hoped he didn’t think she had ghosted him the rest of the day.

“Nux gave it to me.  Said you dropped it right before that guy showed up tryin’ ta claim you.”

“He wasn’t trying to claim me, Zashi.  He was trying to get back with his ex and the quirk he was hit with made him think I was her.  We’re just lucky whatever it was wasn’t some substance that infected others.”

“Or you might be looking to get with your ex too.”

Teris eyebrows knitted together.  “What’s with you?”

Hizashi turned off the switch on his headphones that produced a frequency that excited the molecules he sprayed in his hair and made it stand on end, giving him his trademark do without need of damaging products. He released a heavy puffing exhale as his soft locks fell down around his shoulders. “Sorry, Baby.  Long day.  While PR and everyone else might’ve enjoyed the show of me taking down a villain, I was just worried about you.”

“He was a victim not a villain.”

“He grabbed and pulled you around.”  Touched you and said you were his. If no one was around, I would’ve made him hurt a thousand times worse.  No one touches you and calls you theirs.

Teris smiled, arms once again looping around his neck.  “My hero.  Thank you for saving me from the real villains.”

Hizashi quirked an eyebrow.

“The media and their cameras.”  Teris supplied.

“It’s the fans you gotta worry about, Babe. They’re ruthless.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Well I saw the one that had you sign her ass.  Though according to Nux, I should be grateful it was the back of her shorts and not her actual ass.”

Hizashi cleared his throat.  Was she jealous?  She never got jealous.  Damn, he wanted her to be jealous.  What was wrong with him?

“Don’t worry, Sunshine.  I’m not jealous.  I trust you.”

“It’s not just about trust.”  Hizashi said, defending his own hidden jealousy. “I mean… I love you.  So it’s about that too.  Right?”

“Yeah. It is.”  She leaned up to him.  “I love you too, Zashi.”

His arms wrapped around hers.  “Do you now?”

She nodded enjoying the kiss he gave.

It bothered her a bit that Hizashi had moved to help her with the guy. She was a pro hero just the same as him and had things well in had.  But it was sweet how Hizashi had clearly been watching and paying attention to her while he worked.  How else would he have noticed the problem if he hadn’t been?  In the end, Hizashi's quirk incapacitated the poor victim quicker and easier than she would've been able to. Though Hizashi doing so had garnered a lot more attention than she would've.

She broke the kiss, pulling away.

Hizashi stepped after her.

Smiling, Teris placed a hand to his chest.  “You wait out here, Sunshine.  Get yourself a drink and make yourself comfortable. I got a surprise for you that I need to slip into.”

“Oh?” Hizashi grinned widely, arching an eyebrow.

She nodded, shyly biting her lower lip, and stepped backwards.

“You gonna put a show on for my, Baby?”

Teris blushed.  “Maybe.”

“Can I record it?”

Her breath caught.

“Just for us.”  Hizashi assured.

She reminded herself what this weekend was about.  Remembered why she had accepted Hizashi's card when he had given it to her, telling her to not only get a new gown for the awards but a whole new wardrobe for the three day weekend.  How his brilliant emerald eyes had sparkled when she hadn’t argued but accepted his generosity letting him ‘spoil’ her as he always tried and wanted.

This weekend was all about Hizashi. About showing him just how much she loved him.  How grateful she was for him.  How much she appreciated him and his understanding about her love for Shouta.  She wasn’t exactly comfortable being videoed in such a way.  But she trusted Hizashi when he said it was just for him. Stepping out comfort level and allowing him this was just another way to show her care and thanks for him.  Besides, she had told herself she needed to be a better girlfriend to him and this was just another way of doing that.  Right?

Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, Teris mumbled.  “Sure.  You can record it.”

20.5

It was late.  Hizashi wake, having left Teris sleeping in bed.  Hooking up his phone to his laptop he downloaded this evenings video file.

Teris had been beautiful.  The lingerie perfect on her amazing body.  Just a little bit innocent, with a hint of naughty.  Though she had thought he would stop recording after her little show, he had gotten her to allow him to record the entire thing.  Her going down on her knees.  Swallowing his cock...

Hizashi skipped through the video, lowering the laptops volume, and pushing play.

“You like that, Baby?  Sucking on my big, long cock?” Hizashi's voice sounded, though the image stayed focused on her lovely face and stretched, drooling lips.

She blinked watery eyes, and hummed around him.

Hizashi skipped forward some more.  This time Teris was on her hands and knees, the image focused on his cock pumping in and out of her dripping pussy.

”Say it, Baby.  Tell me and I’ll let you cum.”

His hand entered the frame slapping her ass hard with a satisfying crack, resulting in an equally satisfying cried moan from her.

“Zashi! Please! Fuck! I—I love it! I need it. Please. Please!”

“Say it all, Baby.  Say it!  Who do you belong to?”

“You! No one else but you and Shou—ta.”

Hizashi sighed, hitting pause, and sitting back.  He frowned at the screen.  He had told her to say she was his, but she had added to it saying she was his and Shouta's.  He told himself that was why he was doing this.  That doing so didn’t betray her trust and make his words a lie.

‘Just for us.’ Could easily be made to include Shouta.  After all she had been the one first include him wanting and loving Shouta, and then saying she was the both of theirs when this was their time and Shouta wasn’t even here.

He opened a basic video editor and got to work.  It wouldn’t be the big orgasmic end he had wanted; but it would have to do.  At least Teris had been breathless enough that the cut wouldn’t be obvious.  Shouta need never know she had included him and called herself both of theirs.

20.6

Shouta returned from patrol exhausted and in a mood.  It didn’t help that he was coming home to an empty house.  It was somewhat logical and startling how quickly he had become accustomed to living with Teris. Never mind how the place was rarely ever quiet with Hizashi there too.

He took off his googles and capture weapon, unclipping his utility belt. His phone dinged and he scowled, wondering who could be messaging him so late.

Taking out his phone he noticed it was a video from Hizashi.

Hizashi: Just a little something to help you through the rest of tonight and tomorrow. Don’t say I never do anything for you.

Shouta hit play.

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