#me: today we are relaxing and queueing things for later

[talentforlying]

re: constantine and technology, he's so bad at it that it's comical.

he didn't have a whole lot of exposure to its evolution outside of his friendship with quantum magic computer nerd ritchie simpson, and now he's old and it's everywhere and he doesn't fucking get it. he's awful with computers, the only washing machines that haven't broken on him are the ones at the laundromat, he got a smartphone once to look important but put a demon inside it to do shit For him (rip the vestibulian), he set up a website once and never looked at it again. makes him very cranky when everyone tells him to update his arsenal because he's tried, man, and it's hard.

on top of your basic old guy stuff, technology doesn't seem to like him, either. (certainly doesn't help that he has a habit of throwing, kicking, smacking, or smashing tech that doesn't work when he needs it to.) vending machines habitually break down around him, chip-and-pin machines at the shops throw up errors, and he has set off more than a few metal detectors just by being in proximity.

there's some argument that can be made about magic interfering with technology, two matrices that should never have intersected etc., but ritchie simpson is Right There combining the two with ease, and even if he's just a quantum theoretical genius, i do think that maguses in the modern age would have figured out ways to let the two meet/marry by now. so what it just comes down to is, either constantine is so bad at it that he breaks everything he touches, or technodemon ritchie is taking sweet, sweet revenge on him from hell. either is equally funny to me.

the majority of his begrudging flirtation with technology comes down to:

chunky dell laptop computer. he uses the same password for almost everything, and the few different ones are all written on a post-it note in a desk drawer. the one thing he's got going for him here is that ever since ritchie hacked his bank account, he's added a couple entangling magic firewalls that will set fire to a hard drive if you try to get in without the authentication invocation to disarm them.

cardboard box full of flip phones, busted smartphones, and sim cards. he breaks/loses so many phones that it's just easier to stock up ahead of time. the flip phones are easy, he buys them off ebay; the smartphones are more of a hunt-and-gather situation. he's not above rinsing out the odd phone repair store/apple store in times of great need, sorry to everyone who needed those things, though he does try to stick to high-end ones so there's a better chance that he's just temporarily denting some rich prick's wallet instead of actually inconveniencing people. he's got free and unlimited network coverage in london, thanks to his friendship with map, but that's highly dependent on whether or not map is pissed at him at the time.

walkman. they were invented while he was in ravenscar and he couldn't really stand listening to the tapes he had for a while after that (reminded him of the band and what happened), but cheryl got him the tenth anniversary model later for christmas and it was well-loved. he gave that one to gemma in 1991 when he was dying, and when he was healed, chas hunted down another one for his birthday.

5gb iPod that holds a hell of a lot more than that, thank you magic. lifted off an ex that was trying to kill him while he was in america, right when it had just come out.

unused e-reader. he was trying to be savvy and up-to-date, but the physical stuff just works for him better. he keeps meaning to give it to chas, but keeps forgetting it exists.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The One That Got Away - Part ten

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 9

Warning: swearing, smut, cheating

Things between Negan and you were progressing really fast, you woke up each morning to text messages from him for the past week since the night the two of you had gone out for drinks. And each day he would ask when you would be available for that dinner date, eventually you caved in; revealing which day was your off day from work.

Queue today’s text.

“Hey there… we still on for tonight?”

“Hey, not sure if I’m up for going out tonight.”

“You ok?”

“Just had a shitty day at work and want a peaceful night in at home.”

“I understand… tell ya what; why don’t we chill at your house, and I make us dinner?”

Silently staring at Negan’s last text, you debated the suggestion for some time.

Was it really a good idea to have him over to your house?

Just the two of you alone, with no one around to keep you from doing something extremely stupid.

“Hey, earth to Y/N…”

“So, what ya say… you, me, a quiet dinner?”

Realizing that Negan wasn’t going to give up until getting the answer he wanted, you responded.

“OK”

“Awesome, see ya later then.”

Mentally shaking your head at the decision, you had just made, you end the conversation by sending your address.

You were nervously fretting over your appearance in the mirror as you awaited Negan’s arrival.

You must have changed your outfit about five times already.

Finally deciding on a casual yet decent looking house dress.

Relax idiot… it’s only a friendly dinner between two friends, nothing else.

So lost in the internal bantering between yourself, you didn’t notice the time, not until hearing the sound of your doorbell going off.

“Hey there…” you stared wide-eyed at a broad smiling Negan as he entered through door with a grocery bag in hand.

“Hey… hope ya like spaghetti? It’s my specialty, so I’m treating ya to that tonight.”

“Sounds great…” you smile in response.

“Let me show you to the kitchen.”

You silently sat sipping at your glass of wine while Negan busied himself around your kitchen preparing dinner.

“So, how was your day?” Negan asks, his back to you as he stirred the sauce.

“Busy...” you remark with a heavy sigh.

“Had to attend two domestic disturbances, and a public intoxication, the most stressful part of it all was the paperwork though.”

Negan cringes in sympathy, “no wonder you weren’t in the mood for going out.”

“Enough about me arresting people” you change the topic.

“How was your day?”

“Same as usual” Negan shrugs.

“Dealing with and swearing at shithead kids all day.”

“I can’t believe you’re still getting away with doing that…” you snicker.

“Parents are always complaining” he chuckles out.

“Hasn’t stopped me from doing it though.”

“How you still have a job, is beyond me” you chuckle along with him.

“That’s because I’m fuckin’ good at my job… that, and I’m handsome as fuck” he winks at you.

“There’s no denying that…” you softly mumble into your glass.

“So, you think I’m handsome…?” Negan licks his top lip smugly.

“I’ve always found you attractive” you admit, covering it up with a chuckle then.

“Heck, a lot of kids during our high school time thought the same thing…”

“True…” Negan nods.

“But what matters; is that you did.”

“Don’t be silly…” you blush, waving his remark off.

With a serious look on his face, Negan steps closer to you; reaching out a hand to gently touch your cheek.

“I always thought you were beautiful…”

“Please…” you roll your eyes in denial.

“I was far from that, and even further from it now.”

“You’re even sexier now…” Negan groans out, eyes having turned dark with lust.

“You’re delusional” you brush him off.

“No, seriously… I wouldn’t have taken the risk of fucking you back then if I didn’t think so.”

“C’mon… that only counts as half sex” you shrug his comment off.

“Half sex?!” Negan scoffs, dropping his hand disappointedly.

“What are you? A fuckin’ teenager?”

“Neither of us came” you point out to him.

“So, it’s only counted as half…”

“My dick was inside you for quite some time, which means I fucked you. Even though we were interrupted, I fucked you… and it felt incredible.”

You lift your arms up in defeat.

“Ok, you win…”

“We fucked… you fucked me.”

Pulling your chair away from the island, Negan steps in-between your legs, causing your heartrate to rise.

“Does that day still cross your mind…? Do you regret it?”

“Negan…” you murmur as his hand stroked your cheek yet again.

“I don’t...” Negan confesses, hand moving up to tangle in your hair.

“I still remember how incredibly tight you were around me, it’s never left my mind…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as Negan gently massaged your scalp. When you opened them again, his lips were mere inches from your own.

Negan silently stared into your eyes for a moment, seeing that you were into it as well; he slams his lips hard against your own.

Pulling you up to your feet, Negan wraps his arms tightly around your waist as the two of you devoured each other’s mouths.

Your arms wrap around the back of Negan’s neck as his hands lower down, pulling the skirt of your dress upward.

Completely lost in the moment, you gasp out in surprise when Negan suddenly lifts you onto the island.

Recovering quickly; you begin unbuttoning his shirt as the two of you continue kissing, your hands roaming all over each other’s bodies in a passionate frenzy.

The moment is suddenly interrupted though by the sound of the pasta water having boiled over.

“Shit!” Negan rushes to remove it from the stove.

You were seated on top of the island still as you attempted to even your breathing.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Negan scolds as you were just about to jump off it.

“I-” you begin to say but Negan interrupts with a shake of his head.

“I’m not done with you…” he growls, hastily stalking back toward you.

He then lifts you up from the island, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Which way is your bedroom?”

Staring at him wide-eyed, you silently point toward it, and he carries you in the direction.

Placing you on the edge of the bed, Negan immediately begins undressing as you silently sat almost trance like admiring his every move.

You were snapped out your trance, when a boxer clad Negan roughly grabs hold of your hair; tipping down to capture your lips in a hard kiss.

You softly moaned out as Negan and your tongue battle for dominance, pulling away for air; Negan reaches down to pull your dress over your head.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ beautiful…” he groans out, groping at your breast as your head tilts back in pleasure.

Wanting to have some power control over him yourself, you reach out to stroke his cock through his boxers.

“You’re killing me here, Sweetheart…”

Negan lets out a grunt of pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as his head tilts to the back.

With a victorious smirk, you finally stop torturing him, slipping your hand into the waistband of his boxers, and gently pulling out his straining erection.

Negan watched through hooded lids as you lightly licked at the tip, looking up at him; you gently swirl your tongue around it, dipping the tip of it into the slit of his cock.

“Fuuuuck…” Negan hisses out, gripping tight hold your head as you opened your mouth to fully take him in.

Gurgling noises filled the room as you hollowed your cheeks as best you could while Negan fucked the shit out of your mouth.

After a few minutes, Negan pulls away from you with a loud groan.

“Don’t want to cum yet, not until I’ve had that pussy wrapped around my dick again…”

“Then take it…” you slur out, eyes fully lust blown.

With a deep growl, Negan pushes you back onto the bed, reaching for your panties, hastily removing them.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked…” Negan groans out in approval as he goes to bury his face in-between your legs.

A loud cry escapes your lips when his mouth latches onto your centre, your fingers instinctively burying in his hair.

“Fuck, Negan…” you tug at his hair, pulling him up your body.

“I can’t wait anymore…”

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart…?” Negan whispers against your lips, fingers circling over your clit.

“I-need-you…” you slur, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

Grabbing hold of his erection, Negan strokes it between your soaking folds.

“What is it you need from me, Baby…?”

“Please-fuck-me…” you whimper out desperately.

Placing the tip of his cock against your entrance, Negan smirks down at you.

“Anytime baby…”

With one powerful snap of his hips, Negan buries himself till the hilt inside you; causing you both to groan out as you spasm around him.

“Fuck...” Negan buries his face into the side of your neck with a groan.

“You still feel so fuckin’ tight…”

Your only response was a soft whimper; your mind void of any and all thought, except for the pleasurable stinging sensation of him stretching your walls.

Negan’s hips slowly begin to rock into you, causing your back to arch off from the bed with each deep thrust of his cock into you.

Once you’ve adjusted, Negan’s hips begin picking up pace. The sounds of skin loudly slapping against each other, along with your whimpers and Negan’s grunts echo throughout the room as you tightly clung to him for dear life.

“Negan…” you cry out, feeling your orgasm fast approaching.

“I know baby, I’m almost there too…” Negan moans out, anchoring his arms under your shoulders for better grip.

After a few more hard thrusts from Negan, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“I’m cumming…” you cried out, walls clenching tightly around him, triggering him to cum as well.

“Fuuuuck…” Negan groaned out in your neck as he emptied himself deep inside you.

After finally having caught your breaths, Negan rolls off you with a satisfied grunt; pulling you against his side and places a kiss into your hair.

“And that my dear, is a job completed…” he utters out breathlessly.

You couldn’t stop the snicker that slipped your lips at his reference to the ‘half sex’ comment you had made earlier.

It wasn’t long after that, when your eyes began fluttering close as satisfied exhaustion finally took over your body.

Part 11

Tags: @neganswoman @especially @thecupcakevigilante ​ @nt-multi-fandom ​  @tonysterco ​ @stoneyggirl2​

[dontfeeltoohot]

Eddissy prompt! Maybe something future canon? Where Eddie and Chrissy both live, and one or the other gets sick at work/school? Queue the other one picking them up and taking care of them?

This is so cute, stoppppp.

This is set 5 years into the future, 1990.

XXX

Chrissy loves her job, all things considered. She loves getting to coach the Hawkins High cheerleading team, loves that she still gets to do something she's passionate about, even if it's not as hands on. Except, it's still hands on enough that she has to show the newer cheerleaders on the team how to do a back handspring, not once, not even twice, but three times. With every flip backwards, her already aching muscles seem to protest even more, and as she finally lands the last one, something knocks congestion loose in her head.

"Okay, lets take five," she says tiredly, her pony tail slightly askew from all the movement.

The juniors and seniors on the team slink off to the bathrooms and to get water, but the freshmen and sophomores stay to help each other with new moves. Chrissy heads to her office right off the side of the gym, grabbing her water bottle to take a drink from. As she does, the congestion shifts and she snaps her face into her arm. 

“ihh’TSHiew!” 

Wrinkling her nose, the strawberry blonde sniffles and shivers, trying to decide if she wants to call her husband. It’s not often he’ll actually be home on a day off, usually he’s off pestering Steve and Robin, with his uncle, or looking for new records. Today, the cheerleading coach hopes to god he’ll be in there small house off of Cornwallis. Using the phone that’s connected to the cement wall, she types in their landline number and waits as it rings. 

“Hello?” 

Oh thank god. 

“Eddie, hey,” she smiles softly before turning to cough into her jacket sleeve. 

“Chris! Hey baby, what’s up?” 

“Uhm, I was hoping you’d be able to come pick me up from work? I’m feeling kind of gross, and the idea of driving home when I’m this tired is-” 

“Say no more. You finish in.....about twenty minutes right?” 

“Mhm.” 

“I’ll be there. See you soon princess.” 

Chrissy feels her body relax at the knowledge Eddie will be here soon. Her throat’s been sore all day, and the tiredness that’s been clinging to her since she woke up that morning has only been intensifying. Realizing she still has the rest of practice to finish up, the woman sniffles and heads back out to the gym, hoping to avoid any more demonstrations- maybe she can get Becca or Layla to demonstrate. 

As she counts out beats ten minutes later, voice starting to lose its gusto, a shadow makes its way in through the side door of the gymnasium. The sound of the door closing is drowned out by the girls cheers, so the twenty three year old doesn’t notice the figure until he’s a few feet away. Half the cheer team watches as the long, curly haired brunette comes up and presses a kiss to Chrissy’s cheek before taking a seat behind her in the bleachers. 

“Okay, we can be done for today,” she calls out, words slightly rounded from the congestion in her head. 

The girls all sigh and work out their muscles, a few of the seniors are already heading to their cars, no doubt needing to study for whatever tests the teachers have conjured up. Three freshman won’t stop looking at Eddie, seeing as he’s not been here since the beginning of the school year, at least not when the team would see him.

She’s sure the new girls are all confused- Eddie’s all tattoos and wild hair, he’s got tight jeans and a worn thin Dio tee on. Definitely not the cookie cutter husband everyone expects the coach to have. The musician stands and walks over, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Feels like you got a fever, Cunningham,” Eddie frowns, his hand gently pressing against her cheek. At least he’s being somewhat discreet.

“Mmngh, not surprised honestly, feel kind of terrible.”

“Yeah? Well, let’s get you home then baby. Do you have to stay while their are girls still here?”

“Technically yeah, an adult has to be with them,” she coughs into her jacket sleeve and sniffles thickly, pressing the tips of her fingers to her eyelids.

“Go to your office, take a breather. I can handle it.”

“Eddie, y-“

“March, Cunningham!”

The younger girls watch as Eddie bosses their coach around, eyes wide. Chrissy does as she’s told, snagging a tissue as she sits in her chair, blowing her nose quietly. Ten minutes later, Eddie comes in with his hair in a bun, eyes zeroed in on her.

“Alright Chris, let’s get you home and in bed. I don’t like that fever. I can swing by the office and let them know you’re sick and won’t be here tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see me,” he snorts, knowing the women; all still the same as when he attended Hawkins High, are all sick of him and have been for the better part of 9 years.

“Okay.” She doesn’t put up a fight, which makes Eddie hold her tighter.

By the time they’re home, Chrissy is barely awake. Blearily, she wakes to Eddie shaking her shoulder, whining quietly.

“You gonna make me carry you, then?”

A moment later, she’s being picked up like a koala, her arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist. She coughs into his shoulder, rubs her face on the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re getting me all germed up here, Cunningham. It’s like you want me to get sick too.”

“Then we could cuddle together,” the woman mumbles, eyes already shut again.

“Maybe you got a point.”

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 4, Part 5

Luna is having some trouble bonding with the boys so Devin is trying her best to find ways she can have positive interactions with them.

TW Deals with postpartum depression

In this part Luna gets some downtime while working from home. She and Devin have fun trying out different foods with the boys.

Quick diaper changes and I get ambitious. Will Devin be able to carry one twin in the back carrier and one in her arms, meaning only one trip to the nursery? It works! Alfred got picked up first since he was fussing but unfortunately this means Rilian gets put to bed first. Alfred is displeased.

Devin: Lullabies for everyone. Are we good

Rilian: *self soothes*

Alfred: *fusses*

Devin: Oh piccolo mio, it's okay. I know you were awake for a little bit long weren't you. I'm sorry. But now you get to have a nice long sleep

Returning to the kitchen Devin makes some meatballs to put in the fridge.

Luna wakes up feeling tense and uncomfortable. Seems she has too much milk on board. I was looking for moodlets as she slept to indicate if I had to wake her early but nothing showed up. Cancel her action queue, it's time to do some pumping.

Devin: Good morning amore

Luna: Is it

Devin: What's up Lu

Luna: I'm sore

Devin: How about you take the day off work, have a proper relax day

Luna: I'll take a day off but because I didn't finish my prep task. Maybe I could try working from home some days

Devin: You can do that?

Luna: Pretty sure

Devin: Do you want me to keep the boys out of your hair

Luna: No, I don't want to miss their milestones

Devin: They're asleep now but we could try some food with them later

Luna: That sounds fun

Devin: Yeah

Luna: It does. Hopefully it'll help

Devin: We're going to get through this Lu, I promise

For her next acting gig Devin has to research the playful emotion so bubble bath it is. She has fun splashing around despite having no rubber duck. Luna goes to garden but her workaholic nature is making her feel tense. Who is doing her work today? Are they doing it better than her?

Devin finds Luna amidst the fruit trees. She begins her jokes and silly behaviour. Luna being a childish sim loves it. Devin can see her wife is feeling tense so offers her a back massage to try help.

Luna: Thanks schatz

Devin: Anytime

Luna: I'm going to go write that paper now

Devin: Good luck

Joey: Yo what up sis

Devin: Puddles everywhere

Joey: Stupid plumbing. You guys all good

Devin: We're...

Luna: Working through it

Devin: It's an adjustment but we're doing it together

Luna: *mouths* thank you

Devin: How are you, finished that degree yet

Joey: There was a glitch, watcher is sorting it

Devin: Wake up Alfred, it's milk time

Alfred: *yawns*

Devin: You're so cute. Now mummy made this milk just for you so drink up.

Alfred: *suckles*

Devin: I wish there was something we could do to help all the gas, it must be so sore

Alfred: *burps*

Devin: Guess we could always do more of that

Devin: Wake up Rilian, your turn *puts Alfred down*

Alfred: *fusses in utter betrayal*

Rilian: *grumpy fussing*

Devin: There there piccolo mio, we have some nice milk from mummy today

While Rilian drinks up Alfred begins scooting around the edges of the cribs towards the large animal in the corner.

Alfred regards the bigfoot stuffy with interest. He's not sure what it is but he likes the pretty colours. Rilian gets the first diaper and outfit change while Alfred keeps looking about. Then Devin scoops Alfred up for the same. Eventually we're ready to try more food.

Luna: I'm still so tense

Devin: That's the workaholic in you, but work will survive a day without you

Alfred: *looks quizzically*

Luna: What shall we try then

Devin: Ice cream

Luna: Right before naps, are you sure

Devin: It's not so much about them eating as trying new things

Luna: Here goes nothing

Luna: Open up schnucki

Alfred: *whimpers*

Devin: Keep going Lu

Luna keeps working on feeding Alfred while Devin is busy with Rilian. He's unsure about ice cream.

Luna: *laughing*

Devin: What did I miss

Luna: He loved it. He's such a mess

Devin: I think Rilian is heading in the same messy direction

Devin: Amore take some photos! You can look at them at work

Luna: Can I do that?

Devin: I'm not saying blackmail them with them. If it's making you smile about them, that's another step in the right direction

Luna: You're right. Quick photos then

Devin: Smile bambinos

Luna: Now it's time to clean schnucki

All clean the boys get set down for naps on their playmats. The mats have been brought out so Luna can look at them occasionally while she works on her research paper. Lullabies music is on the stereo and soon enough the boys both fall asleep.

Devin has some time to work on her acting, she reaches level 9. Then she starts making some spaghetti for dinner. Luna hears when Alfred wakes up and sets about feeding him a bottle of milk. Rilian toots himself awake.

Luna: You go with mama

Alfred: *coos*

Devin: Down we go

Luna: Schnucki do you want some milk

Alfred: *coos quizzically*

Devin: Don't worry caro, after mummy is done she'll bring Rilian. After we eat you can try some more food

Luna: Doesn't that sound good huh

Alfred: coo ba boo

Devin: DID YOU HEAR

Luna: It sounded like-

Devin: It was a BABBLE! He babbled

Rilian: *coos*

Luna: Aw, Rilian is happy for him

Devin: Of course he is, Alfred just babbled

Luna: We must be doing something right

Rilian: *smiles*

Alfred: ca boo ba

Devin: Aw there he goes again

Luna: Well done schnucki

Devin: Here comes the pumpkin plane

Luna: Woosh, open the runway

Devin: Unsure about this too caro

Luna: Alfred likes it. Shall we do peas next

Devin: Rilian isn't sure if he should eat it or paint with it

Luna: Alfred is pulling yuck faces but he's still scoffing

Devin: Are you a little messy eater

Luna: I'm sure Alfred grabbed hold of the spoon then

Devin: You know Rilian did that earlier, let's try some finger foods

Luna: Good idea, I'll do some washing up

Both boys are unsure of banana slices, guess they need teeth first.

Luna: I think I need to pump, can you get them to bed for me schatz

Devin: I can. Say goodnight to mummy boys

Luna: Mummy loves you both, yes I do

While Luna pumps Devin gets the boys in their cribs.

Alfred: *cries* boo ba ba

Devin: I know you can't reach caro but it's time to go night night. Here you are Rilian, all snug

Alfred: *fusses*

Devin: Sleep well bambinos

Devin: You seemed better today

Luna: I felt a little better

Devin: You were actively praising the boys, laughing and smiling, I've missed that

Luna: Post partum depression is no joke

Devin: You looked it up then

Luna: Dr Google

Devin: Did that help

Luna: Knowing I'm not the only one who experiences-

Luna: -it, that helped. And your support

Devin: I'm here for whatever you need amore mio, we're partners

Luna: It might take a while but I think I'm past the worst of it

Devin: Even if you're not-

Luna: I know. But I am wanting to do something I haven't done in a while

Devin: You mean *giggles*

Previous Part ... Next Part

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 19 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

In apology for the delay of the next chapter, there are 2 chapters being posted today, this is the first of 2.

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 19.    Details

As the planning meeting broke up into smaller groups, Steve made his way towards Hopper.

“Hi,” he said.

“Let me stop you right there,” Hopper said before he could say anymore. “If you are going to suggest you can finish fixing me first, then the answer’s no. Even if we don’t get to implement this plan until tomorrow, you need to be in top form. And if you are going to apologise that you can’t finish fixing me, because of Max, don’t, because of course the kid who got Vecna’d is in front of an old man with a bad ankle in the queue.”

Steve blinked.

“God I’m too predictable,” was what he chose to say, shaking his head.

“Yes, Steve, you are,” Hopper said with a rather smug smile. “Out of interest, which one was it?”

“The second one,” he replied. “I’m not actually as dumb as the kids like to make out.”

“Kid, you’re not dumb at all, you just have some wildly fucked up priorities,” Hopper told him and patted him on the arm.

He tensed for a moment, but he relaxed as soon as the onslaught he was expecting didn’t come. It helped.

“See, you do a good job,” Hopper said and grinned at him.

“Let’s hope I can do as good a one with Max,” he replied, doing his best not to let his insecurities rise up.

“No doubt from this direction, Steve,” Hopper said, expression turning serious. “Now I think my daughter is trying to get your attention.”

Steve turned to see El smiling at him.

“Guess it’s time for the pre-game pep talk,” he said, more to himself than Hopper, but the man clapped him on the back as he walked away anyway.

Talking to El was surprisingly easy. They went over the plan in a bit more detail before shifting into discussing possible other practice sessions they could do along with Will. El had plenty of ideas which were only slightly terrifying as far as Steve was concerned. He was listening to El and Will discussing the Void when he heard the phone ringing. Jonathan disappeared to answer it, but Steve wasn’t really paying attention.

“Robin, it’s your mom,” did however get his attention.

“Oh, thanks,” Robin said, climbing over Dustin and Mike who had sprawled onto the floor rather than just sitting on it.

“If you get any closer I’m gonna need Steve to fix what you squashed,” Dustin complained.

“Then move, Doufus,” Robin replied, but she was already mostly through the obstacle course.

Steve tuned back into what El and Will were talking about, but kept one eye on the door, in case Robin needed anything. He was relieved to see her bounce back into the room smiling a minute or so later.

“Hey, Dingus,” she called across the room, “good news, technically we’re still employed, bad news, Family Video is not going to open for at least a month.”

“Problem for another day?” he asked, just in case it was something Robin needed to deal with before she could settle.

Sometimes she was like that, and he always liked to make sure.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she replied. “I will miss our mornings of double boxsets if we have to quit, though.”

“Highlight of my days,” he told her with a hand on his heart.

“You have no taste,” she shot back, before tucking herself back on the couch with Nancy.

With that dealt with, Steve returned to his previous conversation and asked what he hoped was a sensible question.

~*~

When Robin and Steve got back to his house, Wayne and Eddie were smoking in the backyard. They’d had no more news about when Max would be back in Hawkins, so the party meeting had broken up. Steve left the walkie on the table in the pool room as he headed out back and Robin disappeared into the bathroom with a quick, “Need to pee.”

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Steve,” Eddie said, face lighting up, “everything go okay?”

“As well as anything can go with that many fifteen-year-olds in the same place,” he replied with a smile. “We now have a workable plan for visiting Max without the hospital turning into complete chaos.”

“The Mayfield girl?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“She was hurt badly in the quake,” he explained, “and they’re transferring her back to Hawkins today at some time. She was in a coma when the evacuation happened but woke up a few days ago, so everyone wants to see her as soon as possible.”

“I heard she was in a bad way,” Wayne said. “Poor kid.”

“I’m sure she’ll be raising hell again in no time,” Eddie said, giving Steve a supportive smile over his uncle’s shoulder.

“Knowing Max, that’s for sure,” he agreed.

Wayne pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered him one.

“Thanks, but I quit,” he replied. “Robin kept handing me flyers about lung cancer until I promised.”

“That’s because I’m a good friend,” Robin said, choosing that exact moment to appear from the house. “Terrible habit.”

“That it is,” Wayne agreed, even as he puffed away.

“Told you,” Robin said, grinning at Steve.

“So, what are your terrible habits?” Eddie asked, pinning Robin down with the I-dare-you look he had that did things to Steve on a visceral level.

“The tales I could tell,” Steve replied before his brain could go off on a tangent.

“You would break the best friend code?” Robin gasped, taking a leaf out of Eddie’s book and putting a hand over her heart and everything.

“Dammit,” Steve said, letting his shoulders sag, “you take the fun out of everything.”

“Do not!” Robin squawked. “Take that back.”

She slapped him on the shoulder for good measure. Of course, he had to retaliate, sweeping her into his arms bridal style so she screeched some more.

“Put me down you big bully,” she yelled, slapping his shoulder some more.

“I’ll put you down,” he said and took a step towards the pool.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Robin said, so he had to take another step. “No!” she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck and hanging on like her life depended on it.

He rolled his eyes, laughing as he gently put her down.

“I would never,” he said, enjoying just blowing off some steam, “you’d get slime all over my house.”

Eddie snorted a very loud laugh at that.

“I hate you both,” Robin said, doing her very best impression of a kicked puppy.

It wasn’t that good, because she just didn’t have the eyes down, but it always worked on Steve anyway. He dragged her into a hug and kissed her on top of her head.

“Forgive me,” he said as she relaxed against him.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied quietly.

“You sure you two ain’t related?” Wayne asked from where he had watched the whole proceedings.

“He wishes,” Robin said with a bright grin.

Steve did not deny it. He often wondered what it might have been like growing up with a sister like Robin. Would he still love her in the same way he did, or would they have grown apart like many siblings he knew? Such questions plagued him.

“Well, I should be getting back,” Wayne said, standing up and stretching his back. “Took me an hour to get through those damn reporters yesterday. Almost missed my ride to the plant.”

“You’re having problems with the press?” Steve asked as Robin pulled away from him.

“Damn vultures,” Wayne replied, “all want a piece of Eddie an’ don’t care if he’s dead or alive. Had to sneak through each time before I decked any of ‘um for the questions they were asking.”

“That sounds terrible,” Robin said, and Steve nodded his agreement.

“You could stay here if you want,” he said as the idea popped into his head.

Wayne looked honestly shocked and Eddie’s eyes had opened in surprise too.

“There’s plenty of room and no one would ever guess you were here,” Steve added as both Munson men kept looking at him.

“I couldn’t impose like that,” Wayne said eventually.

“You wouldn’t be imposing, Wayne,” he did his best to assure the other man, “and it would probably be safer for Eddie having you here,” he added for good measure, “rather than running the gauntlet of press every time you come visit. I’m sure we could get Hop, or Jonathan and Argyle to pick up your things from the motel so no one is the wiser.”

Eddie was asking a whole host of questions with his eyes, so Steve did his very best to make sure his boyfriend knew he was perfectly serious.

“If we put you in the basement bedroom, you shouldn’t be bothered by noise when the house is invaded by teenagers either,” he said as it occurred to him.

They’d have to be more careful about where in the house they discussed anything Upside Down related, but it wasn’t as if every other house except for Joyce and Hopper didn’t have the same problem.

“He’s not going to let you say no, Wayne,” Eddie said, standing up and leaning on his uncle’s shoulder. “Once Steve adopts you, there’s just no way out.”

Steve seriously began to rethink his slime in the house rule as his face rapidly heated up. It might be worth it to see the grin wiped off Eddie’s face. Wayne was looking between him and Eddie now.

“Are you sure, son?” Wayne asked, facing him square on again.

“Perfectly,” he replied. “You’re welcome here.”

The way Eddie’s smile went soft and warm at that had Steve feeling warm for entirely different reasons.

“Then, thank you, Steve,” Wayne finally said. “I would be most grateful to take up your offer, especially to keep Eddie safe.”

“Great,” Steve said. “I can show you the room and we can call the guys so see if they can swing by the motel. What time do you need to meet your ride?”

He listened as Wayne gave him the details and they all headed back into the house.

“You’re going for sainthood, that’s it, isn’t it,” Eddie whispered in his ear as they made their way towards the basement.

“I was thinking more of worshiping my very own demon,” he replied in an equally low tone and very much enjoyed the way Eddie almost fell over his own feet.

End of Chapter 19

Chapter 20

[christmascocos2023]

Wednesday 16th August

Before I get to today,as promised a bit more detail on yesterday.

As I said the flight was delayed by an hour because the incoming from Perth was an hour late.(I have been told by locals this is not an unusual occurrence). Yesterday was late because they had to redistribute the hold load so better balanced. Apparently it was carrying freight as well. As what they were putting into the hold was known in advance have no idea why they hadn’t sorted this in advance. I think they need a good loadmaster😂. By, the time we got to Cocos it was dark,windy and showers of rain. Not an auspicious start! However I was saved by the lovely Jill who was standing there with a sign held up for my accomodation. She just took over and helped me find my car,move my luggage and give me the gen re getting some food. Unlike the flight from Perth I came on this flight was just snacks and no food. Poor passengers going on to Perth! However at the airport is a place called Saltys which does pizzas fast for the transit passengers (you have to know that but people cotton on quick). The same place then does them and delivers across the lawn from them to the Cocos club(read local pub and bottle shop😁). I preordered then and walked back 40mins later after dropping stuff at my accommodation (I will just use its name Birdsnest from now on). Jill had me follow her to Birdsnest, settled me in and was generally extremely helpful and things just seemed under control again! She actually manages the place and the owner Peter lives next door. I walked the 3mins back and as my pizza wasn’t quite ready popped into the club and bought a bottle of red.

COMMENT

The management of transit and other passengers and the staying people’s luggage is very unique at least in my experience. They do the usual directing groups down different routes but those staying end up corralled in a pen area with a barrier like in the airport queues lines. Then an either border force or police person tells us to watch a screen which tells us about the road rules. Fastest is 50km and mainly 30km/hr. They also have these sites set up with a radio that you can call police or ambulance on as there is no mobile service on the island at all. In the same place is free first aid items you can use for free but tell police what you used so they can replace. Very innovative people here😁.

We then stood about and the tug carrying our luggage pulls in in Front of us and undercover and the barrier is removed and we are told to collect our baggage😁. Talk about a free for all😂. As you can imagine I was tired, hungry and over it so Jill’s friendly face was a godsend.

NOW TO TODAY

Woke after a restless night so not refreshed. I think I may be back in a run of restless nights☹️. Certainly my back is sore so that probably wakes me. Still Panadol and a red should sort for tonight😁. It was however very quiet except for the wind and the pounding of the wave both of which were very relaxing (but seemingly not enough to keep me asleep). Still if you are awake it is a lovely sound to hear. I will post photos but I am literally a narrow roads width from the ocean and can sit on my veranda or in my lounge and see the ocean. Unfortunately you can’t swim in this bit as has massive rips ,drop offs and is dangerous. However there is a little pool area I am told very close you can have a dip in. The weather has remained overcast, windy and sporadic showers so swim isn’t so inviting today although not cold at all. I am still in shorts and thongs😁.

Due to the weather my 4 hr boat tour which was my way of dealing with the severe reduction of the ferry service to Home and Direction Island (for ferry maintenance and was aware in advance hence the tour booking) was cancelled. The man who runs it is Peter who lives next door and owns the Birdsnest. He is a lovely man and says he will see once the weather improves if he can fit me in somewhere around my other tours.

Given my sudden free morning I decided to walk down to the visitors and community resource centre to see what i could do around my other tours that would at least get me to Home Island. The big fly in the ointment is the limited ferry service and fact that only takes 15 people each time and it is a 30min trip. It is first in best dressed so not exactly reliable. However after talking with the lady at the visitors who lives on Home Island and works here on West Island and hence reliant on the ferry for work we hatched a plan that is as risk proof as we can. I have booked a self drive buggy on Home island which will meet me off the ferry. I am getting the 0830 ferry tomorrow and will get there at 8 if not earlier to be at the head of the cue which should increase my chances! If I miss that ferry the whole plan collapses.

I have also booked a tour of the Clunies Ross house and hopefully will get back on the 4pm ferry🤞.

Having done that I set up my wifi hotspot for use outside of my unit(whose wifi I am still not able to connect too!). I am hoping at some stage to use the hotspot connection at the resource centre to try getting the blog out.

Found the shop and where my other 2 tours leave from and none more than 5 mins walk from Birdsnest incl the Cocos club,Saltys, other eateries, visitors and resources centre etc. The beaches best to swim at and the ferry are about 4-6km away hence the car advantage. There is a bus that runs to the ferry which cost 50c for bus and $2.50 ferry one way and cash small denomination only as limited change😁.

My car is a story in itself. I will post a photo but it is a huge red Nissan 4 x4 and a proper one if a bit worse for wear. I need a ladder to get into it and feel ridiculous driving it😂. It also has one idiosyncrasy. It has an immobiliser that if you don’t press a button on the key ring you can’t start the engine.. why it has this given everybody is told to leave the keys in the car as no crime so safe🤷‍♀️. Anyway my immobiliser button is broken and awaiting a replacement. So I was left instructions to touch the 2 wires together to turn it off So I could start the car😬. As it was pitch black, raining and I didn’t have my reading glasses on I couldn’t read that but must have accidentally touched them while I was trying to figure out how to start it and off we went. Didn’t find out the whole deal until this morning🤣. Nearly got caught out locking myself out of the car this morning when I must have done something to this finely tuned set wires and couldn’t open the door. Fortunately I had left the driver window down and managed to reach in and jiggle the thing to get the door open..I am going to have to get much better at managing that idiosyncratic system as paranoid now I will lock myself out again. Am seriously considering breaking the rules and taking the keys with me but equally paranoid I will lose them or further damage the system! Rental cars are all booked up so I was just the lucky punter😏.

Found out that they are building something for the RAAF here which I assume is something attached to the airport but no idea. Do know that as a result there are workers,many with their families living here for 18mths to 2yrs which puts pressure on accommodation.

Despite my best efforts till no WIFI working in accommodation so will have to catch Peter to ask why.

Did a drive around after lunch to all the beaches and tourist areas that are out of walking distance incl a dummy run to where the ferry leaves tomorrow. I am paranoid about not getting on and as the visitors centre is telling everyone get there at 8 for the 8.30 ferry t be sure am going to try to get there at 0730. So much is hanging on getting on this ferry so am going to everything to maximise my chances😁.

I took a few photos but hard to capture. It looks like Hawaii as in films with narrow roads weaving through coconut palms and tropical trees with about 50mtres of cleared ground between the road and the palms. Looks like the road is going through a lawn area with garden behind. Very impressive. There is a coconut farm here. They do a tour but only one day a week and I missed it! Many of the beaches are signed not to swim due to severe rips and very strong currents. There is a couple of beautiful beaches where you can swim and I plan to try to get some swimming in on the weekend when I hope the wind will die down and weather improves. However despite the weather have managed well seeing stuff so happy. However big day and early start to so having dinner in my unit. I really never feel much like eating out after a big day as a tourist anyway but making an exception Friday as is fish and chips night at Saltys 😁.

Photos: my enormous car is seen in the view from my unit verandah, view from car back to the unit, and the road to the ferry and that is typical of all the roads,so pretty!

[jenoismydad]

2 + 3 = You In Me

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

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Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

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You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

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As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

_

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

_

Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

_

As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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Schweiden Sex Education: Foreplay || Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Tags: heavy petting, adult alcohol consumption, dry humping, oral (receiving), premature ejaculation, slight teasing, fingering

Character(s): Wakatoshi Ushijima

Word Count: 4.3k

a/n: I won’t admit I was literally mostly done with this.

part (1) (3)

fore·play /ˈfôrˌplā/ 

noun; sexual activity that precedes intercourse

No one knew. And no one needed to know. 

This was a private lesson that would lead well into the evening. For all the things you could think to ‘teach’ first. The most important one was foreplay. Maybe though, as you watched the man across the dinner table with a soft look, you might admit to living through your own fantasies. He wanted you and you never wanted anything more in your life.

Ironically not your idea. Dinner together seemed more like a date than a bargaining chip before sex between the two of you. The stark reality was you would have fucked in the locker room but something kept you from dumping it all on him all at once. 

Maybe it was the expression that evening in the empty locker room. Those stoic features tinted with blush unlike anything you’ve seen on his face in the past two years. That made your heart jump into your throat. Ushiwaka hadn’t even grabbed your head like any of your exes would when they tried to forcibly cum in your mouth. Instead he let you go at your pace and it was truthfully the most turned you’d been turned on ever giving head.

Stopping yourself there you had kissed him a little more though. Indulging in the feeling of his lips finally against yours. That seemed mutual though as Ushiwaka was a quick learner to at least wrap his arms around your torso every time your lips met. 

It was hard when you had to pull away. If you didn’t stop there then you wouldn’t have stopped at all. 

“I should go but...” Even though your lips had just been wrapped around his dick, now you suddenly felt the heat creep up your cheeks, “...I’d like to spend more time together. I mean- Anything really you want if you just wanna...do it I guess...or we could do something else first.”

“Dinner,” Ushiwaka kind of blurted out. He looked away like he normally did but this time it seemed a little more of a hesitant embarrassment about what just happened, “...Or anything, food wise. I heard you go on dates before hand...”

Wondering if he got that by his own doing or is one of the team members put that in his head. The idea of a little date made you smile more than you should have, “Is that what you want?”

A quick eager nod, “Yes.”

That’s what sealed the deal. Now you were sitting across from him in the soft lighting of a warmth basking the both of you. Literally and figuratively a light you hadn’t seen him in. Ushiwaka had done his best to order for you. Take the lead during dinner. And only ended up looking away a few times. Still it felt stiff though.

“Are you alright?” You ask, drawing your finger along the lip of your wine glass, “I only want to do this if you really want to Ushiwaka-kun.” A slight lie. Your guts had been in knots since sucking him off but you wanted the chase to lead to him craving you instead of just stealing a volleyball player’s virginity, “This is about your remember.”

Looking down at his untouched glass of wine. In reality he had no idea why he ordered it. Just agreeing to whatever the waiter suggested when you asked for a wine menu. Everything he had said today was things he’d rehearsed from watching too many movies and the few scrapes of advice he’d gotten over the years from Tendo and a few others. None of this felt right though.

“...I’m fine. This just doesn’t seem like what it was supposed to be,” First off his words weigh heavy on you when you think he’s going to revoke wanting to be around you at all. But then he looks up across at you from the table, “I liked it more when you were closer to me.”

Oh? Not what you expected him to say. Actually you didn’t realize he would think like that at all.

“Do you....want me to come sit over there with you?” Your eyebrow raise.

A nod. And with a full glass of wine you were going to pay for meant you had a little bit of time before heading back to the apartment.

Getting up and coming to sit with him. You scoot in closer to him but hesitate for a second not wanting to push it. But he looks at you and then the space between the two of you. So you take it bit more and squeeze in right next to him so your legs are touching.

“Better?”

Ushiwaka swallows the lump in his throat like he did in the locker room. Giving a slight inclination of his head and you smile. He wasn’t good with words but understanding his queues were getting easier. Even if your face was warm it didn’t stop you from reaching over and grabbing your wine to take a sip. 

Once more finding him watching you. You look at him to the glass in your hand. Then offer it to him, “Just a sip.”

He is hesitant but leaning to you Ushiwaka takes a sip off your glass and realizes it’s sweeter than he thought. But what is sweeter is the moment your lips meet his after the wine glass left him. 

Setting the glass down you reach up and cup his cheeks with your palms pressed to his face. Drawing out the kiss in the low lit room. Each time you kissed it seemed he relaxed into it.

“...better?” You mumble against his lips.

“Yes.” He doesn’t ask this time to push into you for another kiss.

Smiling you note how greedy he’s becoming for the kisses. So you add a little something else. Your hand resting on his thigh. 

First he tenses under your touch. So you stay still for a second until Ushiwaka relaxes back into the kiss. Unable to keep your lips from curling into a smile you lean into him as your hand travels further up. 

Fingertips ghosting over his inner thigh. It’s easy to feel the excitement growing in his slacks. And when your hand discreetly ghosts over his clothed cock is the second you get the most delightful moan into the kiss. 

That noise would never get tiring to hear.

“I think...we should start with foreplay,” You smile up at him, “But maybe we should go before that.”

Nodding quickly Ushiwaka wanted nothing more but of course he had to kiss you again. Now that he’d been introduced to your lips that was all he could focus on. 

If this was a normal date you would have thrown back both glasses of wine before agreeing to leave. But with the way his lips pressed hard into yours. And those rough hands palmed your hips in the neediest fashion. All you could think to do was get out of there as soon as possible.

 Before you knew it your back was against your apartment door. His lips on your neck and hands grabbing at your waist as you fumbled with your keys. Perhaps telling Ushiwaka that he could kiss other places on you would have been better saved until you got back to your place. But you wouldn’t lie the cab ride over back to your place made you even giddier for what was going to happen.

“Hold on hold on-” You giggle, the giant man sloppily kissing all over your collar bone and up to your ear. Unable to help it you kiss him momentarily before finally getting the door open so the two of you could crash through.

Kicking the door shut with your foot. When the latch clicks behind you then comes off your shirt. 

“We’re going to start with foreplay,” You smile. Weirdly embarrassed to have him staring at your bra with such intensity, “Come on, take yours off too this isn’t just about me.”

“Oh- Right-” Ushiwaka clearly lost in just the sight before him. It made you blush knowing you were the center of his attention.

Of course the moment he got his shirt off, you had him pushed down on the couch. Unable to help it like the other day in the locker room. Just seeing him like that sparked the wildest urges in you.

Straddling his lap you steal a string of heated kisses. Really marveling at his kisses. They were getting so much better. Or perhaps you were just more enamored with them every time your lips met.

“Foreplay,” You echo yourself from back at the restaurant, “It’s important so sex feels good for both of us.”

“What do I do?” Ushiwaka’s green eyes trying to find some place to focus on you. He wanted to keep eye contact but with you on his lap the man was having a hell of a time keeping his gaze from drifting south.

For some reason when asked it, you suddenly drew a blank. Of course you knew what foreplay was but to explain it? Mind just as blank you realize it’s been a few seconds of just staring at him before anything even clicks in your mind.

“Uh- Well-” You try to refocus, finding it hard to keep the educational tone to yourself the more you were around him. It hadn’t dawned on you that you might have enjoyed his company sooner than later, “Touching.”

“Touching?” Ushiwaka’s brows pinched a little in the middle.

“Wait- Touching like- Here-” You grab his hands and place them on your hips, “Touch me, where ever you want. Just, start with that.”

With that he grabbed your hips. Letting his eyes drift down to your chest. Sure enough it was pretty clear what he wanted more than anything else. Taking a second you lean back and unclasped your bra just to let it finally fall forward. The first time you’ve been naked in front of someone in quite sometime.

Wanting to be hesitant, the way his eyes grow wide and red comes to life on his cheeks, you feel your ego inflate a tad bit. There was just something about the way he looked at you that made every hair on your body stand up in the most excited way. Intoxicated by it. You didn’t want this feeling to ever end.

“Suck,” You order him the second you leaned forward. Warmth from your breasts brushing his cheeks. Ushiwaka’s eyes still wide there wasn’t a need to tell him twice as he latched his mouth onto your breast. At least this wasn’t something you had to explain to him how to do.

The seconds following as his broad tongue swept over your nipple and his hands linked behind the small of your back. You couldn’t help the groan escape your lips. Like your breasts had a mind of their own. Betraying you to a simple touch like this. You wanted to complain but the way your body was slowly being set on fire was too much.

His eyes looked up at you. Clearly seeking approval but unwilling to unlatch from your breast. It made you wonder how long he’d been thinking about getting his lips on you like this without even realizing it. Instead of speaking, you pull your arms around his neck and mash his face into your chest. Inadvertently grinding into his lap as you felt the tent in his slacks growing.

“Ok ok ok,” You knew you had to stop sometime. Though the idea of him playing with your tits all night was alluring. You were here to teach him and not just self indulge, “Some other things-”

“I wasn’t done yet,” He point blank interrupted you. 

Surprising you more than anything. Most guys you met weren’t about to sit and just play with your boobs without getting something in return. Obliging to his wants, as this was about him, you lean back in with Ushiwaka pulling you close again. This time his mouth finding your other breast to latch onto. Paying it as much attention as he had the first one. 

With all this touch it was hard to ignore the wetness in your own pants. The best to relieve that was grinding into him best you could. Thankful for his wide lap. You soon found your hips moving on their own. Pressing down and humping against his clothed cock. More than enough to feel his hard on through your bottoms. Your entire body tingled thinking back to the way he felt in your mouth.

The taste of his cum from before. Your jaw hardly able to take all of him. And the way he grunted just about ready to cum. Those thoughts had plagued your mind since that day. So while you hugged his face, Ushiwaka nursing feverishly at your breast, it was a total surprise when you heard a familiar groan.

Before you even realized what it was. Your humping was met with his hips coming up against your own. The grip he held on you tightened when there was a hum of a groan against your breast. Ushiwaka pushed into you as his entire body tensed. Making you realize he was cumming without even getting undressed yet.

Finally when his grip on you loosened and he relaxed back into the couch. You leaned back to see him red faced. Hard not to smile, you lean down and catch his lips on your own. Knowing he probably hadn’t meant to do that. Nor did you think your dry humping would do that.

“...I’m sorry,” He actually apologized like it was something you’d be mad at.

“No no!” You quickly try to assure him there was nothing wrong, “I just- I didn’t know you needed that so badly huh Mr. Ushijima?” You cover up his embarrassment with a coy smile. Running your fingers up through his dark olive hair and kissing him all over again, “...I’m flattered heh.”

Still looking a little despondent on his normally stoic features. He clearly was less than happy about blowing his load before anything actually happened. Quick on your feet you try and think of something to bring him back around, “...Do you wanna know what I taste like?”

Instantly regretting how you worded that. It was your turn now for your face to heat up.

“Wait- God no that sounds bad-” You fumble over yourself like a fool, “I meant- Well part of foreplay is-”

“Yes.” 

“What?”

“I want to taste you.”

Flushed with heat to your face. You can’t believe it’s your turn to swallow the lump in your throat. Still though you were the captain to this ship. And even as the butterflies in your stomach started up again at the thought of his face between your legs, you still felt a sense of duty to do as you promise.

But the couch was no where to do it. Instead you opted for the comfort of your own bed. Unaware of the fact you had never brought any of the team members in here with you. That was, just never your intent with any of them. But for some reason Ushiwaka was so much different. The knots in your stomach didn’t match with anything you’d felt before.

“Guess I should...well, get naked hah,” You laugh like it’s gonna lighten the mood. Still though his eyes were locked on you. This time no hiding it like before. Since the cat was out of the bag Ushiwaka felt no need to stop himself from being fixated on the beautiful woman in front of him. Maybe it was the fact he couldn’t take his attention from you that was so unfamiliar. Making you fumble a little more than normal with your disrobing. 

Unsure of the reaction you’d get when you stripped naked for him. There was a moment of hesitation like you were the virgin for some reason. Tossing aside the fact this wasn’t about you and about your wonderful wing spiker, you finally turn and give him the sight of everything under the clothes he’d spent so long staring at.

The longest drawn out moments between the two of you. As awkward, if not more so, than the times he would stare at you in the gym. When nothing was said between the two of you but his eyes were set forward on you. It dawned on your maybe what he saw wasn’t what he hoped for. Soon you found words rushing to the forefront of your mind.

“Beautiful.”

“W- I- What?” 

You blink. Realizing he was directing that to you. The word didn’t almost seem real.

“I said, you’re beautiful.” Ushiwaka repeats a little confused how you didn’t hear him only out of arms reach. His words quite clear.

Quickly your heart jumps to your throat. Stomach twisted in knots with a kind of nervous ego. You take a deep breath and smile, “Well...come on, join me then.”

For some reason he didn’t exactly think about getting naked with you. Go figure. But after you gave him the instructions Ushiwaka didn’t stop to think about it. Unbuckling his soiled pants and your mouth instantly watering at the sight of his sticky cock semi hard even after cumming before you made it to the bedroom. All over again you wanted him in your mouth in the worst way possible. Still you had to compose yourself and go as you hand planned.

“I’ll go first...” You sit back on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs and drawing your hands up your stomach invitingly. But of course he didn’t get the hint to come to you. So you tell Ushiwaka to get on his knees in front of you so you can give him a real hands on lesson.

As well behaved as normal, the tall volleyball player came between your legs. Eyes glued onto your core. You didn’t think it was appropriate to ask if he’d seen a woman naked yet. So you just went with the assumption he had. Finding the right way to word things first felt silly. Soon though explaining things so simply was turning you on.

“Here,” You spread yourself open with just one hand to give him full display of your glistening wetness. But that wasn’t what you wanted to show him. No, it was when your finger moved to your budding clit did you want him to pay close attention, “This is my clit and...the most important thing on a woman.”

The normal scowl to his face was almost gone. Replaced with a bit of an awe struck look as his face was mere inches from your core. Still you took a deep breath and composed yourself.

“It feels really good when you do what you did to my breasts, but to my clit.” You show him a few times as you swirl your finger around your sensitive nub. Clenching the edge of the bed as you can’t believe you’re masturbating in front of someone. Especially someone you’d have to see at work the very next day. Still though you didn’t stop, “And when you put a finger inside too, sometimes two. It depends on what the person wants....but...it feels really good.”

“Does it feel good now?” He asked, looking up from between your legs.

For whatever reason your body felt like it was on fire. Just simply playing with yourself turned you on to no end and you’d hardly done anything. You nod as you chew on your bottom lip, “...so good.”

“Can I?”

Nodding you remove your finger from your core. Soaked with your juices you keep looking at him as you lick your finger clean. Not sure what to expect but knowing the way his mouth felt on your breasts earlier was amazing.

The seconds after his lips met with your core sent your stomach into knots. Warmth from not only his lips but fully pressing his tongue against your clit, you accidentally moan when your eyes dart down to see him staring at you. Inadvertently your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as your breath stalls in your chest. Just like how he saw your finger move over your sensitive bud. Ushiwaka proceeded to move his tongue in a similar fashion. 

“Fuck-” Coming out with a moan you can’t but help tip your head back. There was no finesse to it but just his broad tongue against you was a relief to your ache, “That’s nice-” You realize he’s going to lean up and you shake your head quickly and push him back down gently, “No, no talk. You’re doing good. Just- Just keep doing that ok.”

Enticed by the way you tasted. Ushiwaka needed not to be told twice. He had no idea what to expect. A handful of times he’d tasted his own cum over the years. But this did not compare. Slippery and pleasant with a delicious underlying musk he couldn’t just give up. Soon he found himself eagerly licking over every inch of you without thinking too much about where his tongue went.

“Finger-” Your sudden mumble startled him. Making you feel a little bad not knowing he was so into this. But your walls clenching around nothing was driving you insane. So when he lifted his soaked chin and looked at you, you felt your dull ache turn into a full on pussy throb, “Your fingers....you can use your fingers.”

He brought his hand up. Knowing he just saw you finger yourself. Ushiwaka mimicked what you did which was drag his much larger finger along your slit. Enticed by the feeling of your juices coating his finger and the way you jolted when his fingertip brushed your clit. Making a mental note that you really favored to have it touched.

“Just...inside?” He looked a little confused.

Embarrassed to do it. You still grab his wrist and help him guide his index finger inside you. Little resistance with how wet you were. It was more about the way our walls suddenly twitched around his finger that made your breath hitch in your throat. Calling for a timeout as you took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

“....it’s...so warm.” Ushiwaka pointed out. He’d never had any part of himself in a woman. This was so soft, velvety and squishy. When you gave him the ok to go and try moving his finger in different directions. Well he had no idea you would grow even tighter. And the way he watched your hips shudder and buck up. Unknowingly he didn’t realize his cock was coming back to life with this little teaching lesson.

“Y-Your mouth-” Words hardly able to come from you as your mind fogs over. You know you’re supposed to be teaching him but your knot growing in your stomach was making it hard, “You- You can use your mouth too-”

Having not thought of that at all. Ushiwaka turned his hand downward so he could freely push his finger in and out of you still. But now it gave him a clear way to your clit. Once more he simply opened his mouth and pressed his tongue to your hard bud.

“No no no- Swirl it around, I just- Rub your tongue against it like- like when we make out-” It was best you could do as you shifted up against his mouth. Sanity slowly leaving you.

The way you made out? He knew what that meant. Quickly his tongue went from just broad strokes against your clit. To the tip of his tongue massaging your clit like he did your tongue during heated make out sessions. Paired with the way his thick finger moved in you. This was bad.

“Shit-” Through clenched teeth you gripped the sheets under you. When it seemed like he was gonna stop you can’t believe your voice cracked in a panic, “Don’t stop! God- Please- Go- Keep going-”

Liking the sound of that. Ushiwaka found his finger slipping deeper inside you. With that his finger fucking became harder and deeper without thinking. Paired with the way his tongue found the sweet spot at the top of your clit under the sensitive hood. He had no idea what to expect but you told him not to stop. Just like that he wasn’t going to.

You cave. All at once. You fist the sheets under you until they’re a twisted mess. Hips bucking up against his face you feel the release before it happens. 

“I’m cumming! Oh fuck- Shit- Ushi-kun I’m cumming!” 

Lewd words falling from your lips with the sharp inhale. Every inch of you shuddering just as your walls flutter around his finger. Milking it like you’ll get anything from it as his finger presses against your squishy walls. Your orgasm explodes out of you in the most embarrassing manner. Just like you told him to do. Ushiwaka doesn’t stop until you’re certain you feel your heartbeat in your clit.

“...ok...ok ok, break.” You pant needing to collect yourself. There certainly was a heartbeat in your cunt now. 

He listens as well as always. Ushiwaka withdrawing his finger still a little in awe that’s what it felt like. Not yet connecting the dots that was where he was going to put his cock. You though. You notice. He’s staring at you hungry for something. And between his legs his cock has come back to life after such a show. You figure he’s never seen a woman cum before. And really sure he’s never been the cause of it.

Slowly you sit up and look at him. Only a moment before leaning in and kissing him a little harder than you had been. Needy and tasting your juices off his face. Ushiwaka’s hands find your sides and he gives you a squeeze just as you pull your lips away from his so you can whisper against them with an excited shiver shooting up your spine, “Here we go, the final lesson....sex.”

[cuttoothed]

For day 1 of @aspecarchivesweek for the prompt “wish”. Someday I will write something that isn’t jmart, but that day is not today.

Ace Martin character exploration; Jon/Martin; some Martin/OMC

Warnings: internalized homophobia (brief); internalized aphobia (ongoing); reference to having sex while intoxicated; reference to having sex reluctantly (though not coerced); outing of ace character in their absence

*

Martin spends a long time wishing he was normal.

It starts when he’s fourteen. Well, no, it starts much earlier than that, but it’s when he’s fourteen that the nebulous muddle of feelings coalesces into something impossible to ignore. That’s when all the boys and girls in his class start making eyes at each other while pretending they aren’t; start talking about who they’d like to snog behind the bushes at the bottom of the sports field, and Martin feels something twist in his stomach when he realizes that the person he’d like to be behind the bushes with is Stephen Dowling, who has dark hair and blue eyes and snaps gum between his teeth all day long.

Martin never says anything about it, of course, tries not to even think about it, but he knows it’s not normal. As if he needed one more weird thing about him along with all his sick mum and his jacket that pulls tight across his shoulders, the seams fraying because he needs to get another year out of it before they spend money on a replacement. He keeps his head down and secretly believes that this part of his life will never be over.

*

Eventually, this part of his life is over.

He is nineteen and living in London in a cheap flatshare with three other people, he has a job at a real academic institution, and he has a boyfriend.

Ramesh is sweet and funny and has soft brown eyes with the longest eyelashes Martin’s ever seen. His heart flutters in his chest every time they’re together, his breath catching in his throat and spilling out as laughter. Martin feels normal, because this is London and nobody cares if he walks down the street with Ramesh’s hand in his, if he kisses his boyfriend in the queue for the chippie. It’s like a weight Martin never knew was there lifted off his chest and he can breathe properly for the first time in his life.

He and Ramesh go out for almost a month before they’re in Martin’s flat alone one night, all the others gone out, and Ramesh presses him down on the sofa and kisses him and crawls a hand inside Martin’s jeans. Martin feels hot and cold all at once, his stomach coiling sick and every muscle in his body tensing up for fight or flight. He pushes Ramesh away—too hard, too clumsy—and guilt courses through him at the hurt look in Ramesh’s soft eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Ramesh asks, and Martin can’t say, his heart pounding and his hand clenched painfully tight against the arm of the sofa.

“Sorry,” he’s able to say eventually. “I just, umm…”

“It’s all right,” says Ramesh, though he still looks hurt and confused and Martin has the feeling it’s not actually all right. “I probably surprised you. We can wait for next time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” says Martin, grateful at the reprieve. They sit on the sofa and watch a film instead, and Martin scarcely follows the plot as he tries to calm the adrenaline rushing through his veins, making him want to flinch every time Ramesh’s shoulder touches his.

Next time is the same. Martin apologizes again, and Ramesh says it’s all right again and then two days later breaks up with him.

“I just don’t think it’s working out,” he says, and Martin knows it really wasn’t all right after all.

*

Martin’s sick of wishing he was normal, and what is it they say: fake it ‘til you make it?

He gets drunk and takes home a man he doesn’t know and has sex. He scarcely remembers it the next day and he’s too hungover and miserable to try, but he’s proven to himself that he can have sex and that’s the important thing.

Having sex is normal. It’s what people in relationships do. Martin doesn’t know why he has the hang-ups he does, but he just needs to get over them and learn to relax a bit. Having a couple of drinks helps, he finds.

He has a few boyfriends here and there, and having sex really isn’t a problem. There are better things he could think of doing with his time, but it’s fine. There are even some nice things about it, like feeling close to someone. Intimate.

Eventually, he thinks, maybe he’ll stop feeling like he’s faking it.

*

It isn’t that he gives up on relationships. It’s just that there are so many expectations that Martin feels he always fails to live up to, so many rules that it seems like everyone but him instinctively knows. Trying feels like more hassle than it’s worth.

And then he gets transferred to the Archives and there is Jonathan Sims with his imperious glare and devastating voice and Martin is fourteen all over again watching Stephen Dowling snap his gum in Geography class.

“You really need to stop mooning,” Tim tells him. They’re at the Institute holiday party and they’re all a bit sloshed, and Martin can admit to himself that yes all right he was mooning a bit over Jon, who’s stood at the bar with his back to them, talking animatedly with Elias.

“I am not mooning,” he says, because there’s no reason he has to admit it to Tim as well. “I was just...contemplating.”

“Contemplating Jon’s arse,” Tim snorts, and then Sasha plonks down three shot glasses on the table in front of them and sits down in a rush.

“Who’s contemplating Jon’s arse?”

“Martin, of course.”

“I am not—” Martin begins to protest, but Sasha shushes him, pushing a shot into his hand. It smells of cinnamon and the liquid inside is bright red.

“Hopeless case,” sighs Tim, and drinks his shot. Sasha does the same and then gives Martin a sympathetic smile, her eyes a little bit unfocused.

“If it’s any consolation, Jon doesn’t shag anyone.”

“Sasha!” Tim scolds, and she suddenly seems to realize what she’s said, her eyes going wide.

“Shit,” she says. “Sorry, god, I shouldn’t have said anything. Martin, please pretend you never heard me say that.”

“Okay,” Martin promises but his brain is snagged on ‘Jon doesn’t shag anyone’, how she said it so easily, matter of fact, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. He looks up at the bar where Jon is still standing with Elias, his slim hands gesturing as he talks.

“Drink your shot,” Tim tells him. “It’ll help you forget about Sasha’s big mouth.”

Martin drinks his shot, which is absolutely sickening, but he doesn’t forget.

*

There is one bed in Daisy’s safe house.

It’s evening when they arrive and Martin is exhausted, a bone deep weariness that might be from the travel or the fear or the fog that’s seeped under his skin. Jon looks tired too, dark circles under his eyes and now that Martin’s really looking at him for the first time in months, he’s amazed Jon hasn’t just shivered apart at the seams by now. He is filled with the desire to take Jon in his arms, as if he might hold the fragile pieces of him together, and he thinks that he could.

He saw Jon, in the Lonely, even if they haven’t talked about it since. Saw how Jon felt about him, so yes, Martin thinks he could put his arms around Jon and it would be welcome. He isn’t sure why he doesn’t, except that there’s a part of him that still feels like it’s trapped behind glass, abstracted and numb, and it keeps his arms by his sides while his heart yearns against his rib cage.

In the meantime, there is only one bed, and they both stand looking at it for a few moments, considering the implications and the fact that they have only just found each other again after months of absence.

“There’s enough room,” Jon says eventually, his voice soft and tired. Martin nods; there is enough room.

It’s cold, and they both climb under the covers in socks and tracksuit bottoms and long sleeved t-shirts, pile the thick feather duvet and two blankets over them. It feels like being cocooned, their combined body heat gradually warming the mattress, the slow even sound of Jon’s breathing warming something in Martin’s chest.

He’s here, he’s here with you. You’re here with him.

In the gentle dark they gravitate together, drawn close by the longing that’s suffused all their months apart. When Jon’s lips press gently against his, Martin thinks his heart might burst. He kisses back, and at last that trapped part of him breaks free and he lifts his arms to wrap around Jon, pulls him against his chest. Jon makes a soft, surprised sound and he breaks the kiss.

“Martin,” he says, careful the way he has been since he brought Martin back, as if a wrong word might shatter him. “I need to tell you, before this goes any further—”

“It’s okay,” Martin tells him. “I don’t want to have sex with you either.” It feels so good to be able to say it that Martin could cry or laugh or both.

“Oh,” says Jon, and then huffs a soft laugh. “Well that’s—that’s good, then.”

He kisses Martin again, and leans in against him, close and warm and filling every part of Martin’s awareness. Martin knows he left all hope of normal behind years ago, before worms and fog and evil circuses. But the fact that he gets to have this—just this, with the man he loves; no expectations and nothing to fake; and for the moment at least, no fear. This is far, far better than normal.

And Martin couldn’t wish for anything else.

[fritz-federleicht]

Fair with Eddie/Eddie Munson x reader

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- you walk past a shooting range. Eddie bets with you that he will score more points than you. If you win Eddie goes with you on the Ferris wheel. (I have a feeling that Eddie is afraid of heights). And if Eddie wins, he gets to choose what your penalty is.

- After you both shoot, there is a clear winner.

- you win and are happy to take Eddie on the Ferris wheel later on

- "What do you want for your winnings?" You answer: "That teddy bear there, please."

- "And what would you like to have?" Eddie is asked. "I'd like this stuffed bunny. But the pink one, please."

- After you have moved a little away from the stand, Eddie holds the pink bunny out to you.

- Eddie wants to bribe you with this gift. "I won this one just for you.... Do I still have to go on the Ferris wheel?" "Yes, that's a betting debt. But first I want to eat something."

- You walk with your hands knotted together to a food stand. You order a large portion of fries for Eddie and you.

- "You have to eat them alone now. Otherwise the risk is even bigger that I throw up on your beautiful sweater in the Ferris wheel." He pulls it slightly taut and looks at the print. "And we don't want that. Otherwise it will smell like vomit if I ever get to wear it again." You're wearing Eddie's Hellfire sweater again today.

- you do your best to eat the fries. After you have finished them, you make your way to the Ferris wheel. After a short queue you can already sit down in a gondola.

- as soon as it starts to jerk Eddie grabs your knee. "Nothing will happen. How often does an accident happen on a Ferris wheel?" You put your hand on Eddie's and turn it over. You slide closer to him and place your entwined hands in your lap

- "Just don't look down. You better look at how beautiful Hawkins looks from up here." Eddie shakes his head, not wanting to take his eyes off your face. A cuddly toy tightly embraced in his right arm. The other sits next to you on the bench

- he is too afraid that if he doesn't look at you anymore he will burst into tears or throw up. You give him strength

- you accept this and describe the landscape to Eddie a bit. You come back to the ground

- You both get out of the gondola. Eddie still doesn't let go of your hand. "Thank you for coming up there with me, despite your fear of heights," you give him a quick kiss on his lips, still pinched together with fear.

- Eddie slowly relaxes and finds his voice again. "It's a good thing I didn't look down. Otherwise I would have thrown up immediately."

- "Are you feeling better now?" Eddie nods and together you make your way home, each with a cuddly toy in your arms.

[star-lemonade]

Iced Americano

Ateez Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff

Cw: being tapped in an elevator

Rating: G

Word count: 2.2 k

The coffee shop on the ground floor of the building you worked in was a fixture in your daily routine. Every morning you would enter through the glass door and get in line. There were a few tables, but at this time in the morning no one was sitting down. Everyone wanted a coffee to go. The line for the counter seemed to get longer every day. You should not wish for any one to get laid off, but you wanted the guy fired. The barisa was a young man but that did not he was agaile in any way. He was slow and made a lot of mistakes. He did not want to be there, it was written all over his face. Every day you wished that he would quit. It was mean, but he would do better somewhere else. Yes, he should do something that he actually enjoyed.

Today was the day where everything was different. It was your usual time, but there was barely a queue. You got in line after two men in suits and soon it was your turn. It became clear why there was no queue. The old barista had left and there he was, the cutest guy you had ever seen. He had a smile that everyone wanted to be the recipient of. It was so charming the phrase “to be wrapped around someone’s finger” suddenly made sense. There was a moment in which you just wanted to be in any shape that would please the cute guy with the two toned hair.

“Good Morning! What can I get you?”

He beamed at you and his voice was so cheerful, you automatically smiled back. The little beauty mark under his eye added to his already beautiful face.

“Ehm… one iced americano.”

...and your number, please. You did not say that out loud of course, but you definitely thought about it, when you were at your desk. He must get that a lot.

Mornings got way more relaxed and exciting. You found yourself looking forward to seeing the cute barista. He did not wear a name tag so you did not know what his name was and you were too awkward to ask him. These days you could be found at the coffee shop in the afternoon too. You would get something that was not coffee and sit down at a table. For ten minutes or so you would get your mind off work and watch the barista work. You marveled at little drawings he made on the cappuccinos and the ease with which he handled his work. He had fun, genuine fun, doing his work. It was not something you saw often. For most people their work was soul crushing and they would not do it, if it was not for the money they needed to pay their bills. The barista however loved it to make coffee and other drinks for the customers.

It was Thursday evening and no one was in the office any more. Well, almost no one. It was just you and the three people, who had a meeting in one of the conference rooms. You had finished what you had to do, but at what cost? The summer sun was setting outside. It was late already. You shut down the computer and stretched. It had been a long day and going home was your only objective now. How nice it would be to fall into bed and sleep! Tomorrow was your day off and you intended to sleep in. Before leaving you went to the restroom. I look as tired as I feel. You pouted at your reflection. It did not help.

When you returned to your desk to get your bag, the room was filled with the smell of coffee. The meeting must still be going for a while, when they drink coffee at this hour. Although there was Mike in there and he could drink coffee whenever.

The elevator was already on your floor and the door opened immediately. You pressed the button for the ground floor. Finally, work was over.

“Wait!”

A shout echoed in the empty hallway. You pressed the button to keep the doors open and a moment later he entered. The barista from down stairs. He was still wearing his uniform.

“Thanks!”

He flashed you a smile and the doors closed. You stood in one corner of the elevator and he stood in the other. The only sound in the small room was the noise of the machine descending. You were alone with him for the first time, maybe you should say something? The number over the door counted down 15,14,13. He had his hair up in a half ponytail that exposed the blond layer in the back of his head. Even though he looked more tired than you had ever seen him, he was still beautiful. You had a hard time trying not to stare.

The lights flickered and with a crunch the elevator jerked to a hold. You grabbed the railing, but the sudden movement of the elevator sent you to the floor anyways.

The normal white light had been replaced by the dim red wash of the small emergency light.

“Are you okay?”

The barista was still on his feet and offered you his hand. In the dim light it was hard to make out his face.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

You took his hand and he helped you up. The elevator was not moving anymore. The faint surring of the fan and your breathing were the only sounds in the room. Your eyes started to adjust to the new situation and you saw the red bell button next to the door.

“Looks like the elevator is stuck. Let’s try calling someone.”

You stepped closer to the panel with the buttons and pressed the button with the bell on it. An almost inaudible electric buzz came from behind the button.

“Hello?”

A tinny voice came from the loudspeaker. It reminded you of old radio recordings, highly compressed and cut off at high and low frequencies.

“Hello. The elevator stopped and we are inside.”

You did not know where the microphone was so you just talked loud to the room.

“How many people?”

“Two.”

You glanced at your plus one who looked over your shoulder. He stood close to you and you felt his presence.

“Okay. First of all don’t panic. We will get you out but it will take 30 minutes for someone to arrive. I can’t open the doors alone. Okay?”

You looked over your shoulder. The barista was looking at the speaker then his glance flickered to meet your eyes.

“We will be okay.”

He answered with confidence.

“Good. if you don’t hear the fan moving press the fan button. See you soon.”

With that the disembodied voice vanished. You were alone.

“Looks like we’re going to be here a while.”

He sat down leaning against the wall opposite the door. You did not know what to do now. This was just perfect. You wanted nothing more than to go home, but here you were stuck in this metal box. Standing alone felt not appropriate so you put your back against the wall next to the panel and slid down.

“I’m Wooyoung by the way.”

He smiled even though today it was not as bright as usual. Now that you looked at him, you noticed that he looked more tired. It was late for him too. You introduced yourself.

“I know your name. You come to the cafe everyday.”

“Right.”

Oh my god, he knows my name. If you were not so tired and irritated by this situation you would be happy about that. You finally knew your crush’s name and knew that he remembers yours.

“Do you work here?”

“Yes, I do.”

You had an ordinary office job, so you did not know what else you should say about it. He had started the conversation, and you really wanted to continue it.

“What were you doing up there?”

You tried to make the question not accusatory. Whether it worked or not was unclear, but Wooyoung smiled.

“Someone called and asked for a delivery. We don’t really do that, but since it’s the same building, I said yes.”

“And now you're stuck here.”

You knew that they did not deliver because you had tried to place an order when you had just started to work there. What bad luck Wooyoung had had. He had been kind enough to make an exception but now he was trapped on the elevator for an unknown time.

“It’s not so bad. Since I have good company”

He looked up at the ceiling. This almost shy behavior contrasted with his playful tone. You smiled to yourself.

“What do you do when you don’t work at the coffee shop?”

“Not much. Playing games and learning Italian.”

There was a small pause before ‘Italian’ and his shoulders tensed.

“Italian?”

Not a lot of people here learned the language, so naturally you wondered why he was learning it. Apparently this was the question he had dredded. Wooyoung loosely wrapped his arms around his legs.

“Is there a special reason?”

You paid attention to your tone when asking this question. It felt like you were on a minefield trying to avoid what would upset him.

“I want to go to Italy and learn more about coffee there.”

He looked at his hands. The bracelets on his wrist looked pretty on him. His shoulders slumped slightly.

“Wow, that’s so cool!!”

Wooyoung‘s head shot up, eyes wide open in the dim light.

“Really? You don’t think that’s dumb?”

You could almost see his eyes sparkle. Damn, he is so cute.

“I have seen you make a cappuccino for a friend. It was super cool.”

Your friend and you had smiled at the cute pattern in the milk foam. It was more something you expected from a bit more expensive coffee shops.

“Thank you.”

Wooyoung beamed at you. Now that you thought about it, his reaction made sense. Most people do not see the value in doing such a menial task as making coffee. Who would want to work at a coffee shop, if they were not the menager? However there were people who enjoyed these things. They often ended up in jobs that paid more, but were less enjoyable.

“What do you do in your free time?”

You looked up, just now noticing that you had been lost in your thoughts. Wooyoung rested his chin on his hand and made you feel like you had his undivided attention.

“I play video games and I paint.”

These days you arguably spend too much time playing games. After coming home from work you had not enough energy to do anything productive. You just watched something or played games.

“You paint? That’s so cool!! Can you show me something?”

Wooyoung was thrilled. He leaned forward, eyes sparkling, hoping to see something you had painted. You wanted to say no, but his puppy eyes made it hard. You caved and pulled out your phone.

“I’m not very good, so don’t expect anything groundbreaking.”

You showed him some of the recent pieces you had done. Most of them were landscapes with some still lifes thrown in. Humans were simply too hard to draw and you did not have the patience to learn it.

“Woah. I like that one!”

Your face felt hot from his compliment and your heart skipped a beat, when you noticed how close he was. It was totally innocent of course. He had just moved closer to look at your phone, but the effect was still the same. Your heart hammered in your chest. Wooyoung looked up and you could see the little beauty mark under his eye. It was very pretty. He noticed how close you were and gave you some space.

“Wooyoung-”

BANG-BANG!

“Are you okay in there?”

A voice followed the banging on the elevator doors. The old building manager and a technician opened the door from the outside. They helped you climb up to the next floor. The air in the hallway was much better and the lights almost blinded you. Sitting in the artificial twilight of the emergency light had made your eyes sensitive.

You thanked them and together you and Wooyoung took the stairs. It was unlikely that the other elevator would get stuck too, but you just wanted to move your legs.

“They were pretty fast.” Wooyoung’s voice echoed in the empty staircase. “It wasn’t even 30 mintues.”

You nodded. That had been your chance to ask him out. Now that you were in the outside world again, you could not bring yourself to ask him.

“Can I ask you something?”

Your steps had synchronised as you walked down between floors 7 and 6.

“Sure.”

He stopped and looked at the floor. He bit his lip before saying: “Would you like to play some video games some time?”

You stared at him as heat was creeping up your face.

“I would love to.”

You smiled at him and he beamed right back at you.

[donaidk]

Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

Kind of Taglist: @mickschumcher​, @art-gp​

Title Song | Masterlist | Taglist/Queue | Request

With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly  for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. “ Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

[xiaomoxu]

LUCIEN - Taste Date

SPOILER ALERT!!

A date from CN server which hasn’t been released on EN server yet. Might contains some spoiler.

The projector in the living room flickered, and the music at the end of the movie was intertwined with the warm sunshine. In this space that belongs to me and Xu Mo, there is a warmth day after day.

I looked at the scrolling subtitles on the screen and yawned.

Xu Mo: Do you think the movie is boring?

Xu Mo turned his head and looked at me with a faint voice as always, but the smile in his eyes was a little bit more than usual.

MC: Nope. The movie is very interesting. I especially like narration, music and mirroring.

MC: It's the movie you picked.

As I said, I leaned against Xu Mo again, leaning my head on his shoulder.

MC: I just relax suddenly and feel like I'm lazy

MC: Obviously I did all kinds of imagination before the holiday, but when I could really rest, my brain went on strike, and I didn't even bother to think about the plan.

Xu Mo: However, if you don't plan well, this rest day will also slip away unknowingly.

MC: There is nothing wrong with this principle

MC: Then we will discuss how to spend a full and rich rest day tomorrow.

MC: But right now... just rest with nothing to do for one day, okay?

When I looked up at him, I was amused and blinked earnestly. Xu Mo seemed to squeeze my face helplessly.

Xu Mo: You...

Xu Mo: Do you want to watch another movie?

Before I had time to agree, Xu Mo's phone on the table rang untimely.

The caller is Aming.

Xu Mo pressed the hands-free button after answering the phone, got up and walked to the cabinet where the discs were stored.

Aming: Professor Xu, sorry to disturb you.

Xu Mo: what's happening?

Aming: Do you have any arrangements for today? The previous experiment has made some progress, I would like to trouble you to follow up.

Xu Mo paused when he picked the DVD.

Xu Mo: is it urgent?

Aming: It's not actually too late after the holidays.

Aming: However, there will be a few academic conferences and postgraduate papers that you need to check. Time will be a little tight.

Xu Mo: I know. Leave it until after the holidays.

Aming: Alright professor, take a good rest.

As the phone hung up, Xu Mo also chose the DVD. And I, who was listening silently beside him, suddenly had a thought.

MC: Xu Mo, I have a plan!

Xu Mo: Yes?

MC: Since it's a holiday now, there shouldn't be many people in the research right?

Xu Mo: Well, that's right.

MC: Then I will go to work with you!

As if shocked by my sudden suggestion, Xu Mo raised his eyebrows and said again to confirm.

Xu Mo: Go to work with me?

MC: Yes! This way you can spend the rest day with you without delaying your work.

MC: And it satisfies the condition of "fullness and richness" very well. Isn't it a great idea?

Xu Mo: I do not deny that this is a feasible method....

Xu Mo: But my work is probably not as interesting as you think

I shook my head vigorously.

MC: It is not an opportunity every day to see Professor Xu's work side up close.

MC: This holiday plan will definitely be the one I wanted to start a long time ago.

MC: "Professor Xu Mo's Ecological Observation" project adds an important record!

Although I have “sneaked in” here many times because I gave Xu Mo a lunch box or helped him take care of the plants in the office...

But walking into the office with him in this way and watching him sitting behind his desk up close is still a new experience.

MC: Xu Mo, you just treat me as if I'm not here, just do your usual work normally!

Seeing that I had quite taken out a notebook to record his daily momentum of work, Xu Mo gently tapped on my head.

Xu Mo: Well, now that producer MC is fully prepared, then I will cooperate well.

Xu Mo: But say it in advance, even if you feel boring, you can't run away.

MC: Pftー don't worry, I won't!

I hope our "cooperation" today will be turned well.

I held back a smile, sat pretentiously on the sofa in the corner of his office, and waved to him.

The so-called "Professor Xu Mo's Ecological Observation" project, only "observing Xu Mo" is my real purpose.

The person in front of me always seemed to be able to cooperate with my careful thoughts, and would not pierce easily.

For me, seeing Xu Mo's work in a rare way is already the most interesting thing for me.

Xu Mo sat behind his desk, his narrow eyes could not see emotions, only the light spots on his face swayed playfully with his breathing rate.

We didn't speak for a while, and typing sounds regularly echoed in the office where only the two of us were alone.

Xu Mo: Is it connected to the intranet?

Xu Mo didn't stop his hand movements and spoke naturally

MC: Yep, it's already connected.

MC: However, the network speed of the highest biotechnology institute is really fast

??: After all, we have a lot of data to process, and it will be troublesome if the network cannot keep up.

With a soft knock on the door, a familiar voice heard outside the door.

Researcher: Amin told me that the professor was not coming today, and he was probably going to accompany MC. I saw that the office light was on, and it was strange.

Researcher: Unexpectedly, you came together.

The other party was one of the researchers who followed Xu Mo as a researcher, and I had met Xu Mo several times before.

Xu Mo nodded lightly in response, and I also smiled politely at him.

MC: Do you have a job to talk about? Then I first

Researcher: No, no, I will go back to the lab now. Professor, you are busy, I won't bother you.

The researcher winked at us jokingly and waved away.

Xu Mo raised his eyes and looked at the direction the person was leaving, then smiled and said to me.

Xu Mo: It seems that when I didn't know, the researchers around me had a better relationship with you.

MC: Because everyone is very kind.

Xu Mo: A lot of things have been added to the office unknowingly.

Xu Mo smiled and pointed to the blanket on the sofa.

MC: Of course. My goal is to make it comfortable and easy to work with!

Xu Mo: Then I will wait and see.

In the next few hours, Xu Mo's typing sound never stopped.

Occasionally, a few researchers came in to submit materials, and because they were all familiar people, they directly handed me the documents that needed to be sorted out.

In this way, I also feel a little happy to be around Xu Mo and do something for him.

But....

Xu Mo: Ugh...

Hearing Xu Mo's sigh for many times today, I walked behind him and massaged his shoulders and neck.

You keep sighing, is your work today not going well?

Xu Mo: Is not. It's just that the efficiency is not as high as usual.

MC: Is it too tired?

MC: Xu Mo smiled and took my hand, leaned a little later, half leaning on me.

He took off his glasses and put them on the table. The eyes that looked at me were full of clarity, and there was no fatigue.

Xu Mo: If you are here, I will be distracted.

Xu Mo: Are you hungry, do you want to eat first?

The noon daylight gradually slanted, and the crisp keyboard tapping in my ears stopped.

Xu Mo stood up and moved his shoulder and neck slightly.

The work is more cumbersome than I thought, and it may take more time.

Xu Mo: Why not we have lunch together?

MC: It would be nice if Professor Xu Mo could eat as well as he did today in his usual work.

Xu Mo: With your strict supervision, I am getting healthier day by day.

Xu Mo got up and put on his coat, and naturally brought me a coat and hat.

Xu Mo: For the restaurants nearby.

Seeing Xu Mo's thinking, I interrupted him first.

MC: Today I am here to do "Professor Xu Mo's Ecological Observation", so just go to the place where you usually eat.

Xu Mo: But I usually.....

I can probably guess what he said subconsciously. I squinted at Xu Mo.

MC: Did you really eat well under my supervision?

Xu Mo: ....

Xu Mo: Compared to before, my life is indeed much healthier. Especially the love bento you sent, I ate them on time.

MC: Huh?

MC: What about when I didn't send it? Is it not on time?

I did not let Xu Mo go, but further "questioned" him.

Xu Mo: Overall.... it is on time.

Xu Mo turned his gaze away with a rare guilty conscience, and gave an ambiguous answer.

MC: Then take me to the place where you usually eat now.

MC: I have to supervise the cunning big fox Professor Xu!

Although I am always amused by him accidentally, I will never compromise in this kind of place.

Xu Mo: Alright, I get it.

Xu Mo: In the future, I will follow MC's requirements more strictly and try to ensure that I work and rest regularly.

Seeing that I couldn't help but Xu Mo could only sigh and surrender.

Xu Mo took me to a small restaurant near the research center.

Most of the diners who come and go in the store wear badges from the research center.

MC: It seems that this is still a popular meal of the research center.

Xu Mo and I stood at the end of the ordering queue, looking up at the short menu. The dishes were almost occupied by sandwiches, burgers and pizza.

MC: But the food does not seem to be too rich...

Xu Mo: Yes. After all, people usually think more about how to make eating time the most efficient than enjoying food.

Xu Mo: If you have not forgotten to eat, you will choose food that is portable and can be eaten as quickly as possible.

Xu Mo: So you can finish a meal while walking or working.

Xu Mo didn't look at the menu and ordered a sandwich when it was our turn.

It seems that he does come here often.

The clerk clearly placed the order and settled the bill. The smooth and streamlined movements are in line with efficiency aesthetics.

MC : I'm going the other way with you, and I will never give up any chance to enjoy food

MC: Occasionally, I ran for a cup of coffee during my lunch break.

MC: After all, eating is a very happy thing.

Xu Mo: Yes. Indeed it is.

MC: Xu Mo looked at me as if he missed and said with joy.

Xu Mo: I didn't think three meals a day were important or pleasant.

Xu Mo: But I found it now.

Xu Mo: This feeling is especially strong when you eat the rice cooked by this "Snail Girl".

Almost as soon as I was seated, the clerk had already delivered some nice sandwiches.

MC: Huh? Is this restaurant serving food so fast?

The sandwiches on the tray are very rich in content, some vegetables and meat, and it seems that there is an egg in it.

MC: Is this your usual lunch?

Xu Mo nodded and unpacked.

Xu Mo: The sandwiches in this shop are very popular in the research center.

MC: Is it because the nutrition is balanced and delicious?

Xu Mo: Would you like to taste it?

Xu Mo smiled and split off a corner of the sandwich and handed it to me.

While talking, other meals were also delivered over.

In such a comparison, I always feel that the sandwich in front of me looks very simple.

But as the saying goes, the food is not good.

MC: Well.... the nutrition seems to be very balanced.

I returned Xu Mo with a bright smile.

Xu Mo: Doesn't it taste good? It's better to say that it was just enough to swallow it just now.

MC: ....

MC: It must be that the ingredients used in the store are more particular, right? It can add rich nutrition.

Xu Mo: It's just ordinary ingredients.

Xu Mo: From a nutritional point of view, meat is somewhat insufficient, and the intake of carbohydrates and protein is definitely not enough.

I tried to maintain the smile on my face, somewhat worried whether the store would hear this straightforward conversation and swept us out.

Xu Mo: However, it has a unique advantage that it can become the favorite food in the hearts of researchers at the research center.

I opened my eyes slightly and listened carefully.

Xu Mo: High speed.

MC: What?

Xu Mo: The serving speed is very fast, if it is taken away, the speed is even faster.

MC: So that's all...

Xu Mo: Someone once did statistics...

Xu Mo: If you order this sandwich in this restaurant, you can save at least 13 minutes and 22 seconds even during peak dining periods.

As I listened to this so precise and unnecessary data, my brain gradually emptied.

Does the research scope of the research center cover this kind of place?!

Xu Mo: This statistical report covers all shops within a walking distance of 20 minutes, and the credibility is very high.

MC: That's it, everyone at the research center are so strictㅡ

Xu Mo was amused by my lack of emotional ups and downs, and he pushed my burger toward me.

Xu Mo: But the taste of other dishes should be normal and worth eating.

Sure enough, the beef Hamburg, which looked very tender and juicy, basically reached the standard of "delicious".

Compared with the tasteless sandwich just eaten, it can be called "delicious."

MC: So, do you usually eat this kind of food for lunch?

Xu Mo: Yes. This is considered to be one of the most optimal in all aspects

Xu Mo bit the sandwich in his hand and explained the facts calmly.

MC: Although time is important and this sentence is also very long-winded, I still think three meals a day are very important

MC: After serious work, it is worth rewarding yourself with delicious, nutritious and balanced food.

MC: Eating enough and sleeping well is not only a guarantee of life, but also a statement to myself: Today I am also living seriously.

Facing my serious "preaching" Xu Mo stretched out his fingers to smooth my frowning brows, and smiled a little happier than before.

Xu Mo: It is as expected.

Seeing me looking at him a little puzzled, Xu Mo smiled and fed me a piece of French fries, and continued to speak.

Xu Mo: Several times, when I ate sandwiches from this restaurant, I wondered how you would react if you came here and ate the same food as me.

Xu Mo: When you taste the taste, you will definitely hesitate to say it bluntly.

Xu Mo: You will definitely tell me after listening to my reasons for choosing it, to eat well and take care of yourself.

Xu Mo: My guess was not wrong.

MC: Hm....

MC: Why do you think of me at this time?

Xu Mo: When you encounter all kinds of things, you will always share with me

Xu Mo: Every time I receive a message from you and learn about every bit of your life, I am very happy.

Xu Mo: Of course I would want to do the same thing.

Xu Mo: Rather, it is the most normal thing to unconsciously think of the people you care about in every bit of your life.

Xu Mo's tone was light.

This is indeed an ordinary thing.

But this kind of thing, being said so bluntly and seriously by him, still makes my cheeks hot.

MC: You, why don't you hurry up and try other foods?

MC: This pizza looks delicious. Would you like to try it?

As if to conceal my feeling of making a fuss about "normal things", my body has already taken a step before my reaction.

(karma CG included)

I picked up the pizza just baked and handed it to Xu Mo.

MC: Is it a sweet pizza that you haven't tried before, try it?

Xu Mo didn't take the pizza I handed over, but just bent down and bit the tip of the pizza.

His snort rubbed my fingers, it was warm and a touch of humidity.

The reduced distance is like a switch that flashes a similar scene in my mind.

Xu Mo: is good?

Xu Mo who bit the pizza opened his eyes slightly.

MC: Is the pizza with cheese, blueberry and honey taste too weird?

I looked at Xu Mo's face and tried to find the answer in his expression.

Xu Mo moved closer to my side and bit off the cheese.

Probably the pizza that was just out of the oven was still a little hot, Xu Mo didn't speak immediately, but motioned for me to try it too.

MC: It is good!

On the first bite of the pizza, I also opened my eyes wide and nodded to Xu Mo frequently.

MC: it's nice!

MC: Unexpectedly, there is such a delicious thing hidden in a place so close to the research center!

The little beauty and surprise that I suddenly found, the joy that I shared with my favorite person the first time...

The scent of blueberries and the sweet taste of honey are intertwined, and the heart is full of satisfaction.

Xu Mo: It seems that I am too underestimated and I am too used to this restaurant.

MC: Coming with you today is really rewarding!

Xu Mo: Indeed it is.

As Xu Mo said, he picked up another slice of pizza and handed it to me, his eyes were softer than the lemon-colored sunlight outside the window.

Xu Mo: Even if I'm very familiar with the things I am used to, when I'm with you, it will always be different.

Xu Mo: It seems that as long as I look at you, I won't miss all the beautiful things.

Xu Mo's voice is still so faint, with some warmth and softness in the heart.

MC: In the future, I will continue to work hard to discover the little beauty in life.

MC: So Professor Xu will continue to rest assured with me.

He did not speak any more, just smile and stretch out his finger and wiped the corners of my mouth.

There have been many times when he used the same tone and tone to explain a certain theory and a certain truth for me.

Just now, he told me more facts about himself.

Small, ordinary facts have not been verified by large sections of papers, nor are they new discoveries that shock the world.

But it is absolutely correct and constant like any other law that constructs this world.

It was enough to make my heart beat faster than usual.

--- END ---

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

[poedameronloverx]

A New Way Of Life

Life In Lockdown Series Masterlist

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary - As the reality of working from home sets in, you and your friends have to learn to work around one another, whilst also finding things to relax you to make evenings with your friends a lot of fun.

Warnings - Mentions of covid

Word Count - 2090

Week 1 – March 2020

The first few days of lockdown were a challenge. Trying to get in touch with people from work was proving more difficult than you’d first thought. You were getting easily distracted as well. BeeBee spent his time going between Poe in the dining room and you in the living room, the open plan nature basically making it a massive room for him to wander around in. Anytime he came near you, you couldn’t resist picking him up for snuggles. Poe was a distraction too, he liked to sing to himself as he worked and the sound of his voice was distracting you from whatever work you were doing. After reading the same line of an email 4 times you decided to take a break, you headed to the kitchen and started up the coffee machine. BeeBee followed you, deciding to have his own drink break with his bowl of water. Rose appeared in the kitchen whilst you were waiting for your coffee to be done.

“How’s it going?” she asked

“It’s a lot more challenging than I thought. Everything is distracting me!”

“Me too” she replied “And most people aren’t picking up calls today because they’ve all obviously had to close their offices as well”

“I can’t get hold of management” you replied “And BeeBee keeps wanting attention and he’s so cute I always give in! We should put a smart watch on him. He’s probably done 10000 steps walking between Poe and I”

“How’s Poe as a colleague?”

“Distracting, he keeps singing”

“He’s a good singer, could be worse” Rose chuckled

“Yeah he’s great but my mind just hears singing and thinks it’s done with work” you replied “Have you heard anything from Finn?”

“No, the doors been closed all morning. I don’t think he even came out for a break”

“Hopefully it’s going alright for him”

“Why don’t we do something tonight” Rose said “We’re all having weird days so maybe we could plan fun things in the evenings”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Movie night tonight” she replied “We can make dinner then watch a bunch of movies. We can plan other things for other evenings”

“I’m in” you replied “It’ll be nice to have something to look forward to”

“What are we looking forward to?” Poe asked as he joined you in the kitchen

“Oh, Rose was just saying we should plan fun things to do in the evenings, starting with movie night tonight”

“Sounds great. This working remotely thing is really not fun”

“BeeBee likes it” you smiled “He’s enjoying going between us”

“Well as long as the best boy is happy then we all are” Poe chuckled, leaning down to scoop the dog into his arms “You’re the best little buddy aren’t you”

“So cute!” Rose whispered

Rose’s idea for a movie night was just what everyone needed after the first day of the strange new reality the world found itself in. The 4 of you picked a movie each, the genres ranged from musicals, to Disney, to action and finally horror. You didn’t hate horror movies but they would never be your first choice. BeeBee who had taken residence in your lap for movie night suddenly found himself being hugged a lot tighter than previously. Rose and Finn were sat on one sofa all cuddled up, Rose had a blanket over her head and Finn was chuckling at her anytime she jumped at the scares from the movie. Poe and you were sat on the opposite side of the room. A blanket covered your legs, which were crossed underneath you. Poe was stretched out, his feet hanging off the end of the sofa and his head rested on a pillow a few inches away from you. He sat up when you jumped at one particularly bad jump scare.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispered

“Just not really my kind of movie” you replied

“Me neither, but Finn loves them so I’ve got used to them! I can hold your hand if you want”

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine. It’s just a stupid movie right?”

“Right” Poe smiled, he sat up and moved closer to you “Just incase anyone tries to grab you, I’ll not let them”

The sun decided to make an appearance on the 3rd and 4th days of lockdown. It wasn't tropical temperatures or anything but you could get away with being in the garden as long as you had a hoodie on. Rose was completely snowed under at work and you rarely saw Finn apart from lunch. Poe’s boss had taken pity on them all after a stressful few days and given them the Friday as a day off. You could see him sat in the garden with BeeBee whilst you worked. It was approaching 12.00 and you were slowly losing the will to live. You managed to push through until 1pm when you were ready for lunch. Your boss emailed to give everyone the afternoon off so you made your lunch, pulled a hoodie on and headed out to the garden to join Poe. As soon as the sun hit your skin, you instantly felt relaxed. It had been a strange week and you were grateful to be able to start your weekend a few hours early. You grabbed one of the garden chairs and moved it over next to Poe.

“Happy weekend” he said as you sat down

“It’s been the weirdest week in the entire world. I’m so glad we made it to the weekend”

“Me too, and I’m really glad you got an early finish. Bee isn’t the best conversation holder” he winked

“He’s cute though, he gets points for that at least!”

“That goes without saying”

The dog must’ve known he was being spoken about. He got up from his place in the shade to come and get some attention.

“Wanna take him a walk with me later?” Poe asked “The ice cream kiosk in the park is open, we could get something there, and it would be nice to have some company”

“Yeah, that sounds good”

Finn and Rose were still upstairs working when it came time for BeeBee’s walk. You texted Rose to tell her you’d gone with Poe. The park was beautiful in the sun, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually visited it. It was only a 10 minute walk away from the house but you didn't really have a reason to go to it. There were families out on walks, people on their own, people with dogs. Everyone was out enjoying the weather and taking their one form of daily outdoor exercise. You chuckled as BeeBee tried to make friends with every other dog and human he came across, his little tail wagging the entire time. Poe led you over to the ice cream kiosk he had mentioned; there was a long socially distanced queue.

“You keep an eye on Bee and I’ll get us some ice cream” he smiled “There’s a bench just round the back of this kiosk, nobody ever sits at it but it’s at a really good bit for Bee to run around. I’ll come and get you once I get the ice cream”

You nodded and made your way round to the bench Poe had mentioned. Like he said, the area was quiet; there was one woman with a dog that you’d seen earlier on, BeeBee and her dog had sniffed one another when you'd walked passed her just after walking into the park. You took the ball you’d lifted before leaving the house out of your pocket and threw it for the little dog. He happily chased after it, always bringing it back. He set it down for a second to talk to the woman who was stood at the other side of the grass, her dog spotted it’s opportunity and grabbed it. The woman chased after her dog and eventually got the ball back. She walked over to the bench and stood far enough away from where you were, but close enough to lay the ball down.

“Sorry about that, he’s terrible for stealing from other dogs”

You chuckled “It’s not a problem, it’s this ones fault for trying to be too sociable”

She smiled “Your dog is so cute!”

“He is cute, but sadly he’s not mine. I have to give him back”

“Ah, he’s your boyfriends. The guy you were walking with earlier”

You could feel yourself blushing “Em, yeah he belongs to him, but he’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend and lockdown house mate”

“Oh, I’m sorry I just assumed” she replied “You guys looked liked a super cute couple  when I spotted you earlier”

“It’s fine” you replied with a shrug.

You wished he was your boyfriend, you’d had a crush on the man since the first day you met him. The two of you had clicked right away when Ben had introduced you. Him and Poe had been classmates that didn’t keep in touch, you vaguely remembered seeing Poe at your brothers birthday parties when you were kids but nobody paid you much attention back then because they were all older and you were the annoying little sister of their friend. Poe and Ben had met back up again when Ben became a client of Poe’s work. You were introduced to Poe when Ben and Rey got engaged and had a party. You’d later found out you had a mutual friend in Finn and the 3 of you started to hang out. You’d known Finn since high school, you never went to the same school but you both had a part time job at a local café. Finding out Poe was Finn’s best friend and roommate made you re-connect with Finn. You’d kept in touch on social media for years but didn’t really spend a lot of time together so through Poe that all changed. When you’d introduced Finn and Rose it had been love at first sight. The 4 of you could be found hanging out on a regular basis; everyone always assumed it was a double date because of how close you and Poe were. He was a touchy, feely guy. He would often be found with his arm round your shoulders, his hand on your back when you were walking anywhere with him. You loved it but also hated it because you always wanted more. The reason you had never mentioned anything was because you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same and you didn’t want such a good friendship to fall apart if you told him and made things awkward. Rose knew, but she promised she wouldn't tell Poe.

BeeBee and the other dog went back to playing together and the woman wandered back to where she had originally been stood. You took a few photos on your phone and uploaded them to social media. Everyone needed a boost during the weird times you were in and you thought there was no better way to cheer people up than photos of cute dogs. After what felt like hours, Poe finally came to join you. He handed you a small tub of ice cream and a slushie.

“Man are they busy” he said, flopping down next to you on the bench “Did Bee behave?”

“He did, that dog he’s playing with stole his ball but they’re on friendly terms now”

“That’s good news” Poe chuckled

The two of you sat and enjoyed your ice creams, the weather and one another’s company. When you were ready to head back home Poe phoned Finn, the local takeaways were open for delivery and Poe decided it was too nice a night for anyone to be cooking. The evening was spent eating as much pizza as you could and watching videos on YouTube. Finn was really into the ones exploring abandoned places and you all fell down a rabbit hole of watching video after video. Rose fell asleep first, and you soon followed. Eventually leaning over and falling onto Poe’s shoulder. Poe and Finn smiled at one another. You had all survived a crazy week, you’d had to adapt to an all new way of life and there had been some hiccups but overall you’d all coped. You were thankfully all healthy, and you had good company and were surrounded by your best friends. Life was far from perfect but both of them knew that things could be a lot worse, and that worldwide things would get worse before they improved.

So once again please let me know what you thought, I want to get better as a writer and I can only do that with your help. Thank you for all of the kind comments one the last part, they really made me smile! <3

[waveridden]

ooh I'd love to hear about grollis and qais!

quails my beloveddddd

big spoon/little spoon: grollis big spoon mostly. ze'd be happy either way but qais likes being the little spoon

favorite non-sexual activity: they are both very explore-y. like grollis does urban exploration so it's a bit of that but qais is also the kind of person who's like "for date night i want to go axe throwing" so basically their favorite thing to do together is something new

who uses all the hot water: 100000% grollis. ze doesn't even mean to.

most trivial thing they fight over: clothes oh my god. grollis is very all black and neutrals cutting edge fashion carefully coordinated. qais's criteria are "does it fit" and "do i want to wear it today" and honestly that first one is negotiable, and nothing ever matches. it's very lighthearted like they're not actually fighting over clothes but they tease each other a lot about it

who does most of the cleaning: qais strikes me as like... not quite type-A but definitely stricter about cleaning

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: qais but also the two of them have eerily similar taste in tv like they are deeply in sync

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

who steals the blankets: oh it's grollis. ze runs cold and qais runs hot

who remembers to buy the milk: qais, although grollis is more likely to remember things like "four weeks ago we changed a lightbulb and now we need more lightbulbs"

who remembers anniversaries: both of them

Who cooks normally?: qais! i think they're both a little bit "food is sustenance and not a passion" people, but qais finds cooking relaxing and grollis finds it honestly a little stressful

How often do they fight?: occasionally but not often! part of the quails pitch is that these are two people who have been living for other people for a long time who are figuring out how to prioritize themselves and so that leads to a little bit of clashing sometimes but they're getting good at communicating

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: grollis does fashion design and ze is zealous about nobody being allowed to see anything before it's done. qais listens to a Lot of music and also does mech tune-ups and also hangs out with the dale

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: they split the check every time like i think they discuss it after the first "no i'm paying" "no i'm paying" and that's what they settle on

What would they get each other for gifts?: grollis gets qais a lot of like... collector's merch. limited edition boxsets and gunpla and things like that. qais's idea of a big gift is "we're going to taipei for a week, here's a list of things we could do while we're there, you can set the itinerary" but they're also a "got you flowers because i was thinking of you" type of person

Who kissed who first?: cut to me staring at this question trying to figure out... do they kiss? (outlook unclear ask again later) (qais and grollis are two aspec people who are genuinely unsure if their feelings are romantic or platonic or qpr, they just know that they love each other and they're figuring out the rest along the way)

Who made the first move?: qais. definitely qais.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o’s friend flirting with them

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋 

❦ Masterlist.

❦ Warning: ⚠️ The friend’s name used here are not related to an Kpop Idol or Korean public figure. This was just inspiration.

HONGJOONG

You invited your friend Seungyeon for a girl’s night. Because of your work and studies, you didn’t have enough time to spend some time with the first friend you’ve made when you came to Korea. As always, it would be a good and chill sleepover. You would order pizzas from your favorite restaurant and gossip in front of a movie. So cliché. You were about to talk about Seungyeon’s crush when you saw Hongjoong entering the apartment. “Oh? Am I ruining something?” He asked, scratching his head a bit embarrassed.

You stood up to greet your boyfriend. “Hello Sir!” You kissed his cheek. “I forgot to tell you I was with Seungyeon tonight.” “Ah,” he bowed politely toward her. “Nice to meet you.” “Oh, really grateful to meet you too,” she smirked. “Maybe I should come back tomorrow?” Your friend walked quickly between both of you and pulled Hongjoong by his arm. “No! Just sit down so we can talk with you.” Hongjoong chuckled a bit, visibly embarrassed but accepted and sat down next to Seungyeon. For the rest of the night, you noticed that your supposed friend was too touchy with your boyfriend. She was asking him a bunch of questions, erasing you from the conversation. Hongjoong tried few times to interact with you, but in vain. She was always there, getting his attention back. You understood that she was flirting with him. And in front of you. “Well I think you should leave,” said Hongjoong standing up, arms crossed on his chest. “What? The party just started.”She replied. “It’s better if we stop here.” “What? Why?” You scoffed, “you’re flirting with my boyfriend in front of me and you are asking why?” Hongjoong stood up in front of you, knowing that you could beat her ass without hesitation. “I’m not flirting. I’m just trying to be nice.” “You better leave now.” Advised Hongjoong. Seungyeon grabbed her stuff back, clearly scared of the deadly stare she felt on her. In a matter of time, she left. “Babe...” you started. “I can’t believe you didn’t beat her ass earlier.” He claimed an angelic look on his face.

SEONGHWA

You were chilling with your friend and your boyfriend. You were not really close to Minah but you were a bit stressed. It was the first time she met your boyfriend and she was known to be a bit rude with men. But unexpectedly, she was kind of nice and joyful today. “So Hwa,” she started. “How it feels to be an idol?” “Hwa?” He raised his eyebrow. “It’s exactly how Y/N is calling me.” You smiled a bit at his comment. “But it’s exceptional. I really like being an idol and stuff.” He simply replied. “Yes it might be really exciting.” She winked. You didn’t notice that she was clearly hitting on your boyfriend and just in front of you. You just thought that she was acting nice even polite. “So... what’s your plan for tonight?” “Hum... this is not really defined but maybe chill at the dorm.” You replied, looking at Seonghwa. “Good idea, I’m tired and a good movie will help me to relax.” “Oh I kn-” you started. “You know what is good for relaxation? Massage!” She snapped. “And lucky for you I’m good at giving massage!” “What about ordering Chinese food too?” He ignored her. “Huh yes sure.” You answered a bit lost. “Y/N? Can you grab another coffee for me? An expresso.” Asked Minah, handing some cash. “Sure. Sugar?” “Nop, thank you love.” Just when you went to the queue, Seonghwa stared intensely at your friend. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She smiled. “Do you think it’s a good idea to flirt with your friend’s boyfriend?” He asked straight. “Oh come on... you are even not really into her.” She rolled her eyes. “When Y/N was talking about you I never thought you would be so mean and selfish.” “You have a strange way to confess Park Seonghwa.” “Listen.” He sat up correctly. “I don’t like you. Friendly or lovingly. Nothing will happen between us because I’m with Y/N and I’m in love with her. And her only.” He explained seriously just before you came back. “Here’s your order princess.” You said, sitting back on your chair. “What did I miss?” “Nothing special,” smiled Seonghwa. “I was just saying how much we are lucky to have you.”

YUNHO

Yunho was meeting your closest friend Ahin today. You met her randomly at a party. Both of you were bored so you ended talking the whole night together. After that, you ended seeing each other a lot. You talked about her with Yunho, almost every day: “Ahin this”, “Ahin that”. Your boyfriend was probably done hearing this the whole day, but he just accepted it and nodded at each gossip. When he told you that they should meet-up one day, you were so excited. So, you planned a good moment with your favorite people. “Ahin!” You stood up, waving to your friend who entered the cafe. She waved back at you and rushed to the table. “Hello Yunho!” She greeted your boyfriend. “Y/N talked a lot about you!” “Same for you,” replied Yunho, smiling widely. “Oh really? I hope she only said good things!” She claimed, sitting in front of you. “Of course.” He giggled. “She told me that you went to a famous university in France.” “Yes, for 3 years.” She answered. “I think you would like Paris, it’s pretty cool!” “I went there for our world tour. It’s beautiful!” He smiled again. “I really want to visit Europe. I heard so many good things about it.” You added, entering the conversation. “I hope I can be your guide one day.” She pushed his arm lightly. You stared at your boyfriend for a sec. He made a head sign, telling you that he ignored how to act. “Ahin, do you have any news about your boyfriend?” You asked, trying to stop this weird interaction. “We broke up.” She simply replied before sipping her ice americano. “Too different.” She shrugged. “I need someone who can understand me.” The look she gave to Yunho was really sensual. Too much for your liking. “Are you really flirting with me right now?” He asked, before you could ask the same question. She almost chocked with her drink. “I’m just nice.” “Friends my ass.” You stood up, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go babe.” You smiled at Yunho, following you. Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate a second and grabbed your hand. “Bye Ahin! This wasn’t a pleasure to meet you!”

YEOSANG

Yeosang and you were enjoying a nice date at the Han River. It was a bit cold outside, but the atmosphere was so chill that you forgot your shaky hands. You were talking about your week and his. Nothing special happened this time but you like to know these insificants things about each other. “I went to the theater with Jingi. It was pretty cool.” “Are you sure this girl is what she seems to be? I don’t really like her.” He stated. “You never saw her babe. Just give her a chance.” You rolled your eyes. “You know that my instinct is never wrong Y/N.” “Bla bla bla,” you added. “Jingi is not the type of girl that you think she is.” “Are you sure about that?” “Yes!” “Okay then.” This conversation with Yeosang made you a bit confused. Since you started to date, he was always right about people. He has like a 6th sense or something like that. But Jingi was your friend and you know her too well. She’s not the hypocrite type or something. “Y/N!” Both of you stared at the girl calling you from the grass area. “Oh Jingi!” You smiled. You pulled your boyfriend with you. “What are you doing here?” You asked, happy to see your friend. “Just chilling a bit! You know how I like cold weather.” She replied. Yeosang stayed there, standing next to you, completely quiet. “You must be Yeosang?” She smiled, standing up. “Yes,” he bowed politely but still looking for any hints of her behavior. “Nice to meet you.” She winked. You didn’t say anything, but you saw the wink. Okay you never saw her do something like this with other people, but it might be because he’s your boyfriend. “Same,” he simply said. “Well, you are not the talkative type obviously.” She claimed. “Depends with who.” “You can talk with me, I’m nice.” She whispered. “How was your day, I didn’t have enough time to text you today.” You cut the conversation. “Pretty boring but your company made my day.” She said. “Yeosang you should have come a sooner with Y/N.” Yeosang turned around, ignoring her comment. “See I was right.” “Yes, you were...” you rolled your eyes, heading to your precious way. “Where are you going?” Asked Jingi. “Far away from your toxicity!” You screamed back, middle finger in the air.

SAN

Your American friend: Ashley, was visiting South Korea for a week. You were so happy to see her again. She wanted to see most of the touristic places. You thought that it was a good thing to bring your boyfriend. Firstly, you are always together when he has free time and secondly it would be cool since San wants to learn English. He’s pretty fluent but not enough good for his liking. “I can’t wait for you to meet her!” You clapped enthusiastically. “Me too! She looks so cool!” “She might be shy at first but when she will know you better, it’s going to be chaotic.” You giggled in advance. 30 minutes later, Ashley knocked at your door. You were so happy to see each other that you were talking really loudly. San needed to step away sometimes and avoid your giggles. The dinner went really well. Ashley was more and more comfortable with San. You were happy because she praised his English skills a lot. “No you are really really good!” She insisted, sipping her beer again. “Thank you,” he smiled shyly. “I love your eyes when you smile!” She complimented him. “Ah?” “Even all of your face features.” She added. You thought it was a bit too much but it’s okay, she just tried to be nice or warm. “What is your type of girl?” “Huh...” San glanced at you, trying to get your help. “I think he doesn’t have a real type. Just feelings and personality you know.” You answered. “But my eyes are only on Y/N.” He added. “Like really on her.” He insisted. “Yes yes. I got it but what if you weren’t dating Y/N?” Asked Ashley, smirking. “Are you flirting with me?” He asked, a bit confused. “N-no.” “Yes you are.” You crossed your arms on your chest. “I saw how you looked him the whole day. Your hands on him. And this.” You enumerated. “I was doubting but now it’s more than clear.” “I think you should leave.” said San. It was the last time you saw Ashley. She tried to send letters and to get you back but in vain. We don’t mess with you and San.

MINGI

You were walking behind your boyfriend and friend, Soyeon. Soyeon is your longtime friend. You met at high school and you were kind of inseparable. Until you met Mingi. Not to be so cliché or kitschy but it was like a love at first sight. You were a bit anxious at first, maybe your friend would feel alone but not at all. She was really happy for you and you know she was honest. When you got graduated, you lost contact with her. You went to a different school and your schedule was so tight, it was hard to meet her or even Mingi. But you randomly met at the supermarket and talked again. Like before. You noticed she changed a lot. She seemed more confident and sexier but who are you to judge her. But this is not the only thing you spotted. Soyeon was touchier or kind with Mingi. “Mingi you are taller than before! What did you eat?” Giggled your longtime friend, stroking Mingi’s arm. “Almost nothing I was on diet when I was a trainee.” He giggled. “Wow. Then it’s a miracle.” She giggled. You were looking at the scene in front of you. Mingi has completely no idea that Soyeon was flirting or inciting a lovely interaction. But you were not stupid. “I wish my boyfriend was tall as you, I find this really attractive!” She added. You rolled your eyes. She was definitely not the girl you knew before. “I think there’s a plenty of tall guys in this city.” “Yes, but tall and awesome... don’t think so.” She giggled. “Okay,” you grunted. “Mingi we should go Huh?” “Already? At thought we needed to-” “Yes now.” He insisted. “Come on Y/N, we just-” “I won’t let you flirt with my boyfriend.” You raised a brow. “If you think I’m still naive, you are wrong.” “You made me uncomfortable…” interposed Mingi. “Huh okay?” He replied. “It was nice to meet you.” he bowed politely. “No, you are not babe.” You declared, giving her a dead stare.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung loves to be the attention center. He loves to talk with people who likes him. Being an idol is the perfect career for him, you always said. You never said a thing about this. You only teased him few times, but this wasn’t a big deal. But today, it was. Aeung your closest friend, came to your apartment to give you a late gift for your birthday. It wasn’t the first time Wooyoung and her met. She was always talkative with him and praising him a lot about his performance. You were happy they went along so well but every time they met, her behavior changed a bit. You talked about that with your boyfriend. But he clearly said that you were wrong and that she was just friendly. Of course, he wouldn’t say anything since he loves how she acts with him. Especially like today. “Wooyoung!” She screamed. You clenched your fist when you heard her using her cute voice. “I saw your performance yesterday!” “Ah really?” He smiled. “Yes I had enough time so I went to the building! » “Oh! You were in the crowd?” He clapped. “Yes! Almost front row!” You rolled your eyes. “You should have told me! I would give you a signed album or something.” He said nicely. “You are too nice Wooyoung!” She giggled. “Should I leave you alone?” You asked, pointing at the door frame. “What’s wrong Y/N?” Asked Aeung. Wooyoung was looking at you. You saw in his eyes that he felt bad for you. He enjoyed all of her compliments, but you were there just listening and boiling inside. “I thought we were good friend, but friends don’t make these kinds of things.” You added. “Y/N is right. I think it’s better if we don’t see you anymore.” He said, smiling right at you. “Come on… I’m just nice.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were but obviously I was wrong. You shouldn’t do that to your friend.” “I don’t have any lesson to take from you.” She grunted before leaving. She was pissed. You know it, because she had this vein on her forehead. You were sad to lose a friend, but it was the right thing to do. “I’m sorry babe. Let me offer you a good meal.” He smiled at you. “You always know how to comfort me.” You replied.

JONGHO

“Hum... why not? I mean she would like to spend a whole day at the mall.” You said. You were helping your friend to organize the perfect birthday for her sister. “Do you think we should buy something for her birthday?” Asked Hina. “Definitely!” You replied enthusiastically. “She’s always asking us to not spend our money on gift but we both now that she looooves it.” Jongho entered the living-room. “Hello young ladies.” He greeted both of you, kissing your cheek. “Morning babe.” You greeted him back. “What are you doing so early?” “Where is my kiss Jongho?” Asked Hina. Jongho chuckled a bit, embarrassed. “We are planning a good shopping day for Hina’s sister. She’s 18 and now deserves a really good wardrobe.” You explained. “So cliché,” he coughed. “Why not doing something more... manly too?” “I don’t know what you call ‘manly’ but after that we planned a bowling and a laser game.” “Do you want to come with us Jongho?” Asked your friend. “I really want to try Laser game with you.” “Ah,” he only replied. He walked out slowly of the room but made a sign for you to join him in the hallway. You excused yourself toward your friend and went back to your boyfriend. “What’s going on?” You asked. “Your friend is flirting with me.” You bit your lip, “I was not sure about that. I thought I was being jealous again.” “Come on Y/N... even a blind man could see it.” “But she’s my friend, she would never do this.” “Just ask her to leave or to calm down... I’m uncomfortable.” He scratched his head. You went back to your friend to have a serious conversation. You explained that you felt like she was flirting with your boyfriend. At first, everything was calm and mature. But you ignored how you ended with your hands in her hair, pulling her outside of your living-room. Jongho was trying to stop you but he was kind of scared to see you this mad. “Just get out and never come back here otherwise it’s not your hair that I will pull away!” You yelled at her before closing the entrance door. “That was… something.” Whispered Jongho, not daring to say anything.