#sportive boyfriends

[hawleywilby]

[latin5mamii]

Stadium Sweetheart- Jude Bellingham

Genre: fluff, comforting

Author's note: short and sweet🎀

Summary:Can your boyfriend help you choose your stadium's outfit?Of course he can.

"Please recommend me something to wear”

“I don’t know what girls wear at a stadium, darling”

Oh and that was it, his english accent that could literally melt you in any second.But seriously, you literally wore every ‘sportive- girl outfit you have in your closet and you were stressing yourself,t rying to find something decent to wear.

“I might have an idea” you say, a sudden spark of inspiration lighting up your face. You dash over to Jude's side of the closet and pull out one of his jerseys, the one with "BELLINGHAM" and his number emblazoned on the back. Holding it up, you grin.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Going for the full supporter look, are we?"

"Well, I want to be your number one fan, don't I?" You slip the jersey over your head, feeling a rush of excitement. It's a bit oversized, but that only adds to the charm. You pair it with your favorite mini skirt and a pair of white heels.

“Heels to a stadium, you serious?” he says giggling.Maybe that was a bad idea,but girls would do anything to keep the outfit on top.

“Shut up” 

“Yes sir”He says ironically, you can’t help but laugh at his words.

As you make your way to the stadium, the atmosphere is electric. Fans are pouring in, waving flags and singing chants. You feel a sense of pride wearing Jude's name on your back, knowing that you're part of something bigger.

At the stadium, you take your seat among the sea of supporters. The game begins, and you watch Jude on the field, playing with the skill and passion that made you fall for him in the first place. Every time he makes a great play, you jump to your feet, cheering and shouting his name.

When the game is over and your boyfriend’s team wins,you start searching for him on the field and so does he.As soon as he sees you, he blows a kiss towards your direction.

You can’t be more excited for him than you are now.You know how he loves football and achieving his dreams makes only you more proud than you already are.

you get off your seat and walk towards him, hugging him tightly as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I kinda feel like you brought me luck, didn’t you?”

[marksbear]

How about dom famous athlete reader who is dating Steven/moon system. But then he gets asked by a interviewer if he has any good luck rituals to which he says he does but won't say to break the magic. But it really is that he gets his pre game jitters out by fucking the system before every game and since the first time he fucked them it has worked every since and won't stop changing habits now. It's kinda short compared to my other ones sorry about that.-🐻‍❄️

Don't be sorry about that. I don't mind that it is short a request. I'm just glad that you're even requesting anything from me.

Warnings! Famous reader, sportive boyfriends, nosy reporters, detailed SMUT, flashback sex, blowjob, throat fucking/ skull fucking, A bit short but still good.

MOON SYSTEM X FAMOUS ATHLETE MALE READER

It was a post game interview with some of the star players in the league today including Y/n L/n, Lance Reid, and Matt Evans. The big three that most fans of the sport would call them.

Y/n was the one who stood out from the trio. He was currently undefeated this season. He carried his team to victory. Winning world records, MVP of the year and month back to back. Y/n L/n quickly became the face of the sport. Honestly if anyone disliked him they wouldn't be normal.

So everyone had the same two questions in their mind. "What is this kid doing before games?" And "How is he this lucky?"

Currently Y/n is listening to his teammate Lance rant about "Being healthy." And all that when suddenly he gets cut off by an interviewer interrupting him. "Excuse me! Y/n. I have a important question that the entire world is wondering.

Y/n gives his teammate a quick look to make sure hes okay before leaning closer to the mic. "Well what is it?" Y/n responds back with a slight groan imaging it is another question about his love life.

"Do you have any good luck rituals? Your career so far is outstanding like talent we haven't seen before in the game. So what do you do before a game?"

Flashbacks hits Y/n remembering all the times he fucks his boyfriends before a game.

Y/n snaps his hips back and forth and he bruises Steven's waist holding him still. Steven lets out loud moans as hes bent over on some random table in the empty lockeroom as Y/n fucks him like theres no tomorrow. "Y/---n!~ oh fuu... harder plea-se HaRder!~ ngh!~" The table is shaking from the two lovers. Y/n throws his head back fucking Steven at a faster and a rougher pace. Moans and wet skin slapping against each other can be heard throughout the lockeroom. "Gonna cum Steven! Fuck I'm bout to cum!" Y/n lets go of Steven's waist slamming his hands down on both sides on the table trapping Steven under him. "Cum inside me! Please give it to me! I-I have been a good boy!~" Steven begs dropping his head down on the table with a loud moan as he shoots his own load. "I'm cumming! ohHh god I'm cummin~!" Y/n shouts letting out a few moans cumming deep inside Steven. "Thanks for the good luck wish." Y/n says pulling out of Steven giving him a quick kiss before hurriedly cleaning himself and Steven up before heading out to the game.

Y/n snaps out of the flashback with a light laugh and sorry. "Uhm yeah I have a few things." Some of the "few things" he does are with one of his other boyfriends Marc.

Marc holds onto Y/n's thighs bobbing his head back and forth deepthroating Y/n's cock looking up into his eyes as he does it. Y/n moves his hands through Marc's hair giving it a few light tugs and pulls it from time to time. Marc gags and choke on Y/n's cock as Yn thrust into his mouth drool coating his chin and the taste of precum inside of his mouth. Sometimes it was hard for Marc to breathe but he couldn't care. He wanted to please Y/n by all means necessary. Letting Y/n throat fuck him as if he was just some whore on the street. Marc pulls away from Y/n's throbbing wet cock gasping for air. After he caught all his breath back he doesn't waste a second pushing his head down to the base of Y/n's cock sucking his cock and gagging onto it. "Marc!~ Marc I-i'm gonna cum! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns pushing Marc head down even lower as he snaps his hips deep inside Marc's throat cumming deeply inside of his throat painting it white. Y/n pulls his cock out of Marc's mouth watching him swallow all the cum that was inside his mouth with no problem. "Fuck Marc... We gotta keep doing this."

"I would tell you all but~ It would only break the magic." Y/n answers in a teasing tone. "I mean it wouldn't work any more if I told you anything." Y/n answers a bit more properly.

"But I can tell you this much. The ritual isn't going anywhere soon."

THE END

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Where would the boys take their girl/boyfriend on a first date?

Undertale Sans - Somewhere a bit fancy because his brother yelled at him because he wanted to just invite you home and hang out. You're in one of Mettaton's excentric restaurants, and you're so awkward as Mettaton clearly didn't get the hint and flirts with you the whole time, trying to separate you from Sans by throwing money at his face so he goes do a comedy show on the scene or something. That's not a very good first date, but with time, you found it hilarious.

Undertale Papyrus - He brings you along to a marathon. Ok, maybe it's because he loves marathons and didn't think that maybe you don't like running. At least he is nice, he waits for you when you are struggling after only ten minutes. It's not your best memory. Papyrus figures you're not the sportive type after that and decides more chill dates will do.

Underswap Sans - He drags you to see a cool cave near the beach. It was fun and cute until the sea level turns up and you both had to hold your breath to not drown as you're waiting for the rescuers. The rescuers said that there were signs all around them asking to not enter this cave. Blue didn't tell them he kinda destroyed them all to not waste the moment...

Underswap Papyrus - Comic con time! You're having a great time waiting in queues for hours to see your favorite celebrities for three minutes! Except you didn't see any because you fainted midway because of how hot it was in the queue and had to be evacuated, yeah. Eh, at least your favorite celebrity carried you to the infirmary even if you didn't see it because you passed out. Honey took a photo of you two for the memories. It's, uh, not the best day.

Underfell Sans - Edge convinced him to have their first date in a zoo and gave them an address. Except it's not a zoo. It's a farm. And not the best of them. There's poop everywhere, you got attacked by an angry goat and Red lost his left hand inside a pig's mouth and had to wait for several hours for the pig to reject it. You both decided to never talk about this date ever again.

Underfell Papyrus - Classic restaurant. He's a very classic guy. It went all well until you choke on a piece of bread and almost die. Thank god your knight in shining armor is here to help! He does the Heimlich maneuver on you and saves you. You also vomit all over his nice suit and he broke two of your ribs. You end the night at the hospital with Edge assuring you it's alright and you both dying of shame and pain in the bed. This is fine.

Horrortale Sans - He promised you he would show you the Underground, so he takes you there. You... Uh... Didn't expect to teleport right in front of human corpses in advanced rotting state. Uh... That's awkward. It becomes even more awkward when after walking in Snowdin you walk in one of Willow's old trap and suddenly find yourself hanging upside down by the ankle to a tree. After that, Oak decides maybe it's best to just hang out in his farm. You never were so happy to see their farm again.

Horrortale Papyrus - He wants to prove you he's not an old man and still has the moves, so he takes you to a nightclub. Both of you realize it's a mistake the second you see everyone in there is naked. To be honnest, neither of you knew naturist nightclubs were a thing. You decide to go watch a movie instead and never talk about that ever again.

Swapfell Sans - You're excited when he invites you to the museum. Well, that is before you realise it's a historical torture museum with a lot of machines and weird tools to hurt and cut pieces of people. Nox is very exciting though and he insists you try to stick your head in the big guillotine and tries the big seat to drown witches. He doesn't understand why you're not that enthusiast about all this. Clearly his idea was better than yours!

Swapfell Papyrus - He bought 2 million rubber duckies and filled his room with it. You sure didn't expect this. Rus screams to you he is hidden in the duckies and that if you want to hang out, you need to find him. You did, but at what cost. As soon Nox comes home, he is screeching hysterically that you have an hour to clean everything or he kills the both of you. You spend the rest of the day and night cleaning Rus' room with him in silence. Awkward.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You went to a medieval festival. It was lovely until Wine drunk a little too much wine and decided to fight you in duel with real swords in front of a very exciting crowd that thought you were just two actors having fun. You spend your afternoon running in circles and begging people for help as they all laugh at you. It ends when Wine finally passes out after one more too much glass. You drag the skeleton home as he's singing salacious songs out loud.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You went to a trampoline park, and it was so nice! Until Coffee tries to impress you by doing a triple jump and falls out of the trampoline on the cold concrete floor, almost breaking his neck. You spend the rest of the day screaming at the people who own the place for the lack of safety, and then argue the rest of the night with Wine who won't let go of the fact you attempted to kill his brother. And then Coffee keeps crying, saying he is sorry he is an idiot, and you tell him he is not an idiot and now has to comfort him. Your headache is atrocious.

[distopea]

Home after two days of intense hiking (30km, I'm DEAD). We took wrong paths with my boyfriend and we ended up in places were it was advised for "sportive persons in need of challenge" when we checked on the internet... aka NOT ME.

Like the phoenix I am, I will die and reborn again tomorrow.

Below, a few photos of the cool volcanos and summits I saw! Because after climbing shit and almost escalating a few parts of where I was hiking: I AM PROUD OF THE VIEW I SAW.

[howtogrowanavocadotreefromseed]

"We're gonna get caught."

"We're not gonna get caught."

Above the high-rises and mega malls soared a single, red convertible, technically restricted at this section of city. Inside, five sportive teenagers lounged on their leather seats, jesting and enjoying each others' company. Many feet below them wandered pedestrians going about their daily routine, shopping and returning from work. At this height they were like ants. Numerous lights flickered on in a seamless transition as night settled over the unsleeping city. To the side the teenagers passed the large, moving billboards for some sort of advertisement or another, all digital of course. For a moment the headlines of a local, non-Alchemax owned newsgroup filled a board. It read: ALCHEMAX MYSTERY EXPLOSION, then, SPONSORED BY COKE.

"I'm telling ya," the young driver interjected on behalf of his friend, scoffing. He was a red-head, pleased as a preening peacock to have his girlfriend with him for a night of fun on the town. His other passengers consisted of a second pair of boyfriend-girlfriend, and his friend's tag-along younger brother, a year their minor. "The flyboys never come up this high. They don't like the crosswinds. Just a buncha stoneless-"

"HEY!" It was the younger brother that interrupted him, stretching up in his seat and straining to point at something in the sky. "What the shock is that?!"

The rest of them turned in their seats to see what the fuss is about, and were rendered speechless. Whilst the driver was thus distracted, the hovering car swerved, nearly hitting a hotel. Impossibly, the silhouette of a man passed overheard, casting a shadow over the awe-stricken teenagers. Tailing him closely were at least three Public Eye officers, riding their signature airbikes and yelling amongst themselves like chickens with their heads cut off. In his surprise, one kid leaned so far out of the side of the vehicle that he nearly fell.

The man was just shy of six feet, wearing an outfit that was outlandish even by modern standards. It was dark, nearly black, and in the lights of the pursuing flyboys' cycles seemed to acquire a vibrant blue sheen. On his chest was a bright red logo, spider-like, but stylized as some sort of skull with leg-like protrusions. The top sides of the logo looped over his shoulders and down to his arms and the back of his hands like a ribbon of red. The visage of some sort of red mask design stared out of the material on the front of his head, like an angry, arachnid-esque face ready to pounce. From his back hung a fibrous fabric that fluttered behind him like silk. Dual pairs of spike-like protrusions were on the upper red area of his arms, and past that, the points of each finger seemed sharp, almost claw-like. Beneath the suit he was well built, body like a coil of tensed muscles about to spring. He was not flying, exactly, so much as jumping, which made it all the more impressive that he was evading the flyboys with seeming ease. No one escaped the Public Eye.

The nearest flyboy bellowed, "HALT!", but the mysterious man paid him no heed. "As authorized representatives of the Public Eye, we're ordering you to halt!" he continued, as though that would help.

Approaching fast from the rear, the third flyboy snapped, "Get those idiot kids out of the way!"

"You brats in the Whisper 3000 - vacate this area immediately!" His partner in the second closest flier was quick to take up the task, cutting across the teens in order to follow his quarry. "All such vehicles are forbidden in the inner city! Your registration has been noted! Return home at once, wh

[thestobingirlie]

i think it was an intentional writing choice to not have steve interact with hopper, will or el. it also sets him apart from jonathan when it comes to his relationships. steve is closer to dustin, max, erica and to an extent lucas; but he will never be portrayed as close to mike, el or will because jonathan is portrayed to be closer to will, el and mike (makes sense as will and el are basically his siblings and he's known mike longer since mike is will's best friend from kindergarten and he is also the person who is dating el). steve is portrayed as a jock (albeit a good guy who lost his popularity to an extent) and sportive, jonathan is portrayed as more of a artistic (his hobby being photographing), steve is portrayed as less oriented and just wants a family life, jonathan is portrayed as more goal oriented with dreams like following a career path related to his hobby, etc. they have similarities like steve taking care of other party members, but jonathan is genuinely parentified from an earlier age which seems to be connected to his traumatic life experience and family life due to lonnie's actions.

i completely disagree, considering hopper and jonathan haven’t had a conversation since s1.

i do not think the duffers have consciously gone into jonathan and steve’s relationships with the thought of trying to portray them as opposites. especially considering they’re actually pretty similar. like, steve and dustin wasn’t even really an intentional relationship, the duffers just shoved them together because they had no idea what else to do with them. it just happened to be a gold mine.

the reason mike is more with jonathan is because mike’s storylines revolve around will. and will is often part of the first main plot, whereas steve is normally secondary.

and honestly, this may just be my opinion, but as seasons have passed both jonathan and steve have lost more and more of their personality so they can better fit the roles they were shoved into.

steve had to become the dumb babysitter, and jonathan became nancy’s sidekick. which is why, i think, a lot of people had issue with the way jonathan was portrayed in s4, because the duffers honestly don’t know what to do with him without nancy.

like, for example, jonathan’s two choices are stay with his family, or go to college with nancy. not nyu, which has been jonathan’s dream since he was seven years old. his choices are brother, or nancy’s boyfriend. and it SUCKS.

and the same with steve, everything about his dreams revolves around relationships, he doesn’t seem to have hobbies anymore, we’re never even met his family. these characters have become nothing.

so, yeah. i don’t think the duffers planned to split the cast down the middle so that jonathan and steve don’t seem too similar. i don’t think they really care enough about them to think that much.

[motleystitches]

the (almost) Mary-Sue life and character of Fulvia: a woman who would rule

the only child and heiress to two ancient houses of ancient Rome

marries Rome around 20 to this politically ambitious man

"Publius Clodius Pulcher ("the handsome"), out from his saffron dress, from his headdress, from his Cinderella slippers and his purple ribbons, from his breast band, from his dereliction, from his lust, is suddenly rendered a democrat" so says Cicero, who mocked Clodius for being womanly, partly because he's devoted to his wife

controls all over Rome's "gangs" with her husband even after his death (2 children in the marriage)

marries second time to Caius Curio, another politically ambitious man, who did this for his boyfriend Mark Antony:"How often has his father turned you out of his house? How often has he placed guards to prevent you from entering? while you, with night for your accomplice, lust for your encourager, and wages for your compeller, were let down through the roof." (so accuses Cicero)

(though at this point we see that Fulvia has a type - 1 child in the marriage)

marries Mark Antony after her second husband dies, yes, THAT Mark Anthony (her husband's ex-bf, has another two children with him):

"So that Cleopatra had great obligations to her for having taught Antony to be so good a servant, he coming to her hands tame and broken into entire obedience to the commands of a mistress. He used to play all sorts of sportive, boyish tricks, to keep Fulvia in good-humour."

raised eight legions to fight Octavian (Augustus) with brother-in-law

Plutarch's opinion of her :A woman not born for spinning or housewifery, nor one that could be content with ruling a private husband, but prepared to govern a first magistrate, or give orders to a commander-in-chief."

Her life: a fascinating insight into reality vs expectations regarding masculinity and femininity in the ancient world.

Livia has nothing on her, except she got Octavian.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Cruising beyond sunrise

This is my fanfic-contribution to the Frozen Fanzine Volume 5: Summer lovin - organised by @frozines! Hope you enjoy - happy frozine everyone ❤️

Pairing: Kristanna, modern AU setting

Rating: G

Summary: Anna and Kristoff set out for their individual summer jobs on a cruising ship along Norway´s coastline. Meeting "accidently" on the way to Hamburg´s harbour, the journey spins off "kristanna-slow burn-style..."

Chapter 1 / 4 (find the complete fic on AO3)

Somewhere in Southern Germany

For Anna, the invitation for this summer job came right in time. All her family would not be there during those long following weeks. Her parents were abroad on business reason, and Elsa had decided to join the summer camp of the philharmonic orchestra. She was a fabulous harp player after all. But then, Anna felt lonely. After breaking up with that unfaithful brat of a boyfriend… It had already been so many weeks since the disastrous night, where she had walked right in the middle of things, with him being served in the most intimate ways by his secretary… Yack! Anna´s eyes still filled with tears of fury and disappointment when the scenery flashed back before her inner eye.

Her suitcase was finally packed, and all her music devices sorted and stored neatly within her luggage. Anna was ready to depart and embark on the summer trip of her life! If only she wouldn´t feel so lonely… Ah, well, soon she would be surrounded by lots of people and fun programs. She was ready to go!

Somewhere else in Southern Germany

Normally, Kristoff would not travel inland by plane. But the ticket was paid by the shipping company, and he was kind of short on time. So, he would accept the offer and was on his way to Munich airport. He had mastered his finals and until starting his new job, he could just as well earn some money with this summer occupation. It might be a good start off into his career. Still, being surrounded by numerous people all day long, that was not his vision of a quiet and peaceful summer. With a sigh, he stuffed the ticket in his travel bag.

His suitcase was packed, and all his literature supply sorted neatly within his luggage. Kristoff was ready to risk the wave of vacation feeling washing over him.

***

The flight from Munich to Hamburg would take approx. 1 hour. Already they were delayed due to rain and maintenances still going on. Kristoff tried to relax in his seat, but then this size of airplane was not built for big guys like him. He tried to stretch and stretch his legs into the aisle without hindering the still boarding passengers. He desperately hoped they would take off soon, so he could leave this cocoon like cage after their landing. So, he flicked through the plane magazine to distract himself, when he noticed a person stopping just by his side. The woman was about to store her bag just atop of his head. She was small, tiptoed to the upmost maximum and stretched to the extent that Kristoff thought she was about to do pull-ups while dangling at the storage box. Some sort of moaning and sighing noises came to his ears, but nobody seemed obliged to help the tiny lady.

“You need help up there?” he asked, peering up from his seat.

“Huh?” the young woman glanced down between her arms and smiled at him. “That´s very kind of you, thanks, but I manage.” She then somehow shrank back to her normal size and stood there, with a shy grin and pulled up shoulders.

“I´m sorry, but may I…?” She pointed to the window seat.

“Oh, yes, sorry.” Kristoff made some efforts to peel himself out of his seat. For some reason, he seemed stuck. This was ridiculous and he swore under his breath, in his mind strangling the architect of this seating construction.

“Oh, you know what? Don´t bother yourself. Just hang on.” And with that, before Kristoff realised what was happening, the young lady started to climb over his legs, holding on with one hand to the backrest of his seat and with the other to the seat in front of them. Within a jiffy she´d swung herself with ease into the seat next to him and wriggled herself into a cosy position. Of course, she was small and delicate of figure. She could move in here like a little fish in the water. For a short moment, Kristoff envied the small person next to him. But then, excuse me, how rude was her behaviour. He couldn´t help to clear his throat and then stare back at his magazine. What else was there to do?

“Oh no!” The girl exclaimed.

“You´re alright?” Kristoff asked vaguely, glancing over briefly.

“I left my mobile up in my bag, and I thought of listening to some music.” She gnawed on her lips and was about to get up.

“Would you mind? I´m so sorry. But you don´t need to bother yourself again. I can just as well…”

“No. No. That´s totally fine, really!” Kristoff pushed himself out of his seat as fast as he could before someone could climb over him again for the second time within two minutes…

“Oh thanks! That´s so kind!”

After the energetic neighbour had plumped herself back into her window seat, Kristoff turned his attention to his book that he had fished out of his bag before sitting back again.

After the plane had taken off, the flight continued in a peaceful manner, for the girl had plugged her earpads and was listening to music all the time. Only the snack break would stop her from napping with little snores or then happily humming along to the songs. According to the tunes that emerged from her lips, she had to be listening to ABBA.

It was hard concentrating that way, but after a while Kristoff got used to it and for some reason the humming didn´t bother him as much anymore.

And when the plane finally landed, he was off as fast as possible to escape that tiny place and the crowd of people that were all around him.

***

Anna stood at the docks in awe. She had never been on a ship like this one or seen anything like it from close up. Excitement filled her and the thought of being part of this adventure for the next two weeks. The change of tapestry would do her good, she was sure. Since that dreadful time of new year, Anna hadn´t been able to go anywhere or participate in any activity really. The shock of catching Hans, cheating on her in such a horrifying way, had kept her ensnared for weeks. Her family hadn´t been of much help. Of course, they´d been helpless as well. In their ways, leaving her alone, for a good reason, Anna understood them. Finally, she had found relief and regained her composure by repeatedly talking to her aunt Gerda, who had shown her so much appreciative value and heart-care!

“Hi there. Are you alright?”

The friendly voice next to her interrupted her thoughts. Anna turned to face a lovely woman with big almond shaped eyes and ebony skin. Her hair was an impressive bunch of black, neatly combed into a braid that fell all down over her chest.

“Oh, hi. I´m sorry. I´ve never been on a ship like this and had to take a long look first.”

“Yes. It´s quite impressive, isn´t it. By the way, I´m Honeymaren.”

“Oh, I´m Anna. Nice to meet you. Are you going to work here, too?”

“Yes, I´m the 1st hostess and here to help if you have any questions. So, what are you going to do aboard?”

“Me? Oh, I´m here as a fitness instructress.”

“Ah. That is fantastic. Welcome aboard Arendelle lights! Come on, I will show you around and sign you in, alright?”

Anna was so grateful to have met Honeymaren. First, she seemed so kind and then, Anna would have a safe contact in case of an emergency on her behalf. She was about to get a bit nervous, though. If only she would not mess this up and make a fairly good job here!

Her cabin was alongside the other staff lodges, and she loved it. It was cosy, furnished and the bullseye-window was so cute!

The passengers would check in only the next morning, and for tonight there would be some sort of welcome party for all the ship-staff. Anna was looking forward to this event immensely. She desperately hoped to find some nice people to hang out with for the next two weeks and not being left on her own.

***

“Good evening, Dr. Bjorgman. Welcome aboard Arendelle lights. I hope you´re satisfied with your cabin and all?”

“Yes. Thank you. All fine.”

“That´s great. Have you met the captain yet?”

“Yes, I have. Thank you.”

“Wonderful. Well anyway. Enjoy your stay aboard and if you need anything or have any requests, don´t hesitate to contact me. Alright?”

“Yes. Thank you. As a matter of fact, that might well be the case since this is my first cruising tour you know.”

“Ah. Don´t worry. You´re not alone there. Our fitness instructress is new to this , too. You two might just as well stick together then?” Honeymaren smiled and winked sheepishly.

Dr. Bjorgman didn´t get it but was wondering how long he was supposed to endure this event, when the hostess put a hand onto his arm and waved with the other.

“Oh. There she is. Just hang on a second, I´ll introduce you. Hey Anna! Over here!”

Kristoff followed Honeymaren´s gestures and spotted an auburn-haired girl, who waved back into their direction excitingly. The humming girl! She hurried towards them, stopping abruptly upon seeing him. Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together, pulling up her shoulders while stepping up to them.

“Hi there!” Anna lifted a shy hand to greet them both, constantly looking back and forth between Honeymaren and the man standing next to her.

“Hi Anna. May I introduce? This is Dr. Bjorgman. Dr. Bjorgman, this is Anna, our fitness instructress. You two might have business to talk?” With that, Honeymaren left them to themselves, she was needed somewhere else.

Silence.

“So, I hear this is your first cruising trip, too?” Kristoff asked awkwardly. Meeting the sportive lady again had not been on his mind to be honest.

“Yes, indeed. Goodness… Had I known.” Anna put a hand to her chest and shook her head, obviously embarrassed. “Seriously, I´m so sorry for bothering you on that flight and isn´t it funny, we sat right next to each other? But I was so nervous getting here. I mean excitingly nervous, not nervously nervous, you know?”

Her expression seemed truly apologetical, but friendly and enthusiastic.

No. He would know nothing about the feeling of being excitingly nervous.

“Yeah, sure. Don´t worry.”

They were standing, looking at the people mingling and grabbing drinks from the bar.

“Would you know what we are supposed to do now?” Anna asked uncertainly, gnawing on her lips.

She was nervous after all.He could tell.

“Frankly, I don´t know. For my part, I don´t like such functions. But I guess it´s part of the job.”

“Oh. I love meeting people. I´m just kind of unsure where to start.”

Why not getting her over to that bunch of people and then take a leave?

“We could grab a drink at the bar and join the party?” offered Kristoff with a sigh. Anna nodded feverishly and smiled at him, grateful for his suggestion.

So, when they got to the bar, the barkeeper greeted them with a friendly nod, offering them a “welcome drink”.

“Hellloooo!” A cheering voice sang into their ears from behind and Kristoff and Anna turned to look at a rather little fellow with light hair and big eyes. He grinned broadly and shook their hands enthusiastically.

“Hi! I´m Olaf and I love meeting you all!”

“Oh. How nice! And what are you doing here?” Anna beamed upon meeting someone so refreshing.

Olaf´s face lit up even more at Anna´s remark and he explained, “I´m responsible for the evening entertainment. And youare…?”

“Oh. I´m Anna. I´m the fitness instructress.”

“Aha. That´s lovely. And who is that funny looking grumpy head?” Olaf leaned towards Anna, conspiringly glancing in Kristoff´s direction.

“Oh. That´s… Dr. Bjorgman.” Anna shrugged, unsure of how to address the medical crew member respectfully. But Olaf wasn´t satisfied.

“Gosh, no. That´s too complicated. We are family here!” He waved a hand demandingly at Kristoff. The latter sensed his chances, repressed an amused chuckle, but smirked at the little one.

“It´s Kristoff.”

With that, he waved his goodbyes, wished them a nice evening, and left.

Maybe this wouldn´t be so bad after all. So far, they all seemed to be a friendly bunch of guys. And Anna was safely left in good hands with this Olaf.

This way, Kristoff felt less guilty… If you like to read on... find the complete fic on AO3

[stargazedmoony]

Excerpt from a story I’ll never write: Wedding preparations.

“Why don’t you tell me something about the groom?”

Lily, caught by surprise, turned red on her cheeks. Through the mirror in front of her, she looked at the faces of her three best friends, who were now starting to giggle. “Oh, shut it,” she said as she turned around on the platform she was standing on, showing off a lovely, plain and white wedding dress.

She turned to the saleswoman. “Excuse me my very childish friends,” she laughed. “They’re still not over the shock of me being the first one to get married.”

“That’s not true!” Marlene objected. “Mary was the only one who thought that. And you—” She turned to Mary. “—still owe me three Sickles for it.”

Mary shook her head and grunted. “I can’t believe I made that bet with you. But I really thought you were going to get married first!”

“How can we?” Dorcas sighed next to Marlene. “Lesbian marriage is not even legal.”

“Yet.” Mary shot her a strict look, but then she quickly looked up, looking quite bewildered. “Oh!” she gasped with her eyes on the saleswoman who was eyeing the conversation with great interest. The woman friendly shook her head and said: “No need to worry. I don’t judge.” She gave them a small smile. “I’ll search for a few more dresses, alright, ladies?”

The four of them nodded and the woman left. Mary snorted. “I didn’t even mean the gay marriage thing when I looked at her,” she said. “I’m ready to fight anyone who disagrees on that. I was really just thinking about how she has no idea what a Sickle is.”

Marlene laughed and then looked up to Lily. “Yeah, how are you going to pay exactly?”

“Don’t be silly, Marls,” Dorcas said, shoving her girlfriend gently by the shoulder. “Lily’s still got Muggle money.”

“Yeah, I do,” Lily stepped in. It had been her idea to buy her wedding dress in a regular Muggle-shop. It made her feel close to her family and her origin. “Mum insists on paying for half of the dress,” she continued. “Euphemia and her keep fighting over it.” She was looking carefully at the dress on her body as she was talking, letting the fabric slip through her fingers and stepping right and left on the small platform to look at it from every perspective. It was really just a plain, white dress — very casual and quite traditional. It was also the third dress she was trying on and just like the other two, this one didn’t suit her either. She pursed her lips. “This is not it, right?” she asked the girls behind her, eyeing them in the mirror. Dorcas frowned. Mary shook her head at once. Straight up as she was, she said: “It makes you look very short,” and Lily laughed at her directness.

“It’s a nice dress—” Marlene started politely, but Dorcas cut her off. “Oh, shut it, McKinnon. It’s quite a boring dress.” Dorcas laughed at Marlene’s face and quickly grabbed her girlfriend’s hand to kiss the palm of it. Marlene’s face softened. Mary grunted.

“I can’t believe I’m the only one not in a relationship,” she said.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Dorcas winked playfully.

“No, she’s not!” Marlene gasped loudly. Dorcas’s roaring laughter filled the room with such delight that the rest of the girls couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“I might have to pair up with Peter after all,” Mary said, still smiling but looking rather weirded out by the idea of settling with Peter Pettigrew. “Oh, come on,” Dorcas said. “Peter’s fun, he’s just—”

“A bit of an idiot? Short? Always eating?” Mary filled her in.

“I was going to say “quiet”, but damn, he does seem to be eating all the time, doesn’t he?” Dorcas chuckled while Marlene shrugged her shoulders. “He’s just stressed. And can you blame him? With everything that’s going on?”

“What? Lily marrying Potter?”

“No, I mean with the war.”

The room fell quiet. Lily looked at the ground. She hadn’t thought about the war all day, being too caught up with wedding preparations and looking at gorgeous wedding dresses. Suddenly, she felt very guilty that she was feeling happy and loved when there was a world out there being wrecked and destroyed. “Oh, Lily, I’m sorry,” Marlene said, noticing Lily’s uncertain look. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Lily said, smiling softly. “I’m going to find the saleswoman. To tell her this is not the dress.” She stepped off of the platform as she said this, leaving Marlene looking guilty and Dorcas comforting her by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Lily didn’t blame Marlene for talking about the war. It was all everyone could talk about. But Lily really needed something good in her life. The danger that she was in, being a Mudblood, and not to mention her family being in grave danger as long as she was connected to the wizarding world; it was sometimes too much to bear. There were nights when she couldn’t sleep at all, because images of her friends’ dead bodies were whirling like insects in her head. This wedding was all the light she had right now.

In the back of the store, Lily found the saleswoman. “Ma’am?” she said quietly. The woman looked up. “Oh, hi darling!” she said friendly. “Call me Maria, please. How can I help you?”

Lily smiled. “Well, I just don’t think this dress is going to be it,” she said. Maria nodded. “That’s OK!” she said enthusiastically. “Come with me! I’ve put a few more in your dressing room in case you wanted to try on a different one.”

Lily followed the woman to the dressing room to, indeed, see a few more dresses hanging on hangers and filling the empty space of the disappointing dresses she had tried on earlier. Lily waited for Maria to zip down the back of the current dress as she looked at a beautiful mild golden-white coloured dress that was hanging right in front of her. “Wow,” she breathed under her breath. Maria helped her out of her dress and put it back on a hanger. Lily, fully aware that she was almost entirely naked, pointed at the dress. “Can I— May I try that one?” Maria looked up, a smile creeping on her face. “Of course! I thought you might like that one.”

It took a while to get into the dress, but once it was on, Lily gasped for air. She could simply not believe she was looking at herself in the mirror. On her skin, the dress seemed to be a fine lined-colour between golden and off-white. It made her hair flair up, looking redder than it had ever done before, and it made the freckles on her shoulders stand out, like Autumn leaves on bare ground. She laughed, stunned by her own beauty. Surprisingly shocked by how comfortable she was, Lily kept on staring, knowing that Maria was watching her with curiosity and delight. “I— I look beautiful,” she stammered eventually.

Maria chuckled. “You do, sweetheart,” she said kindly. “Shall I dress you up a little more? Put your hair up, maybe? I brought a few veils that might go well with this dress.” Lily nodded, not entirely hearing what the woman was saying.

It was an A-lined long dress, embracing her belly around her waist and showing off her figure in a way she was sure would make James’s his jaw drop. The golden glow of the satin in combination with her red locks reminded her of the Gryffindor colours back in the old common room at Hogwarts. The body of it came with lace off-the-shoulder long sleeves, leaving her freckled arms in a glamorous pattern of flowers. She stared in disbelief at the dress and then at Maria. The woman was eyeing her with a small smile on her lips. “Tell me something about the groom,” she said, repeating the question she had asked earlier that afternoon.

Lily bit down her lip. She couldn’t believe the buzzing of butterflies awakening in her stomach by only hearing James’s name. “His name’s James,” she said, quite shyly and stroking the lightly sparkling dress on her body. “He’s very sportive, I guess. And he loves the Beatles.” Lily laughed as a memory came flying into her thoughts— James hearing “Come Together” on the ‘magical music box’, as he liked to call the regular radio, for the first time two summers ago at her parents’ house. “Who is this?” he had asked, eagerly. “Are they in the music box? Can you summon them out?”

“Oh, he’s just lovely,” Lily smiled, caressing the memory in her head. “He’s a real knob head sometimes, but he’s the most loyal friend and boyfriend you could ask for. He’s charming and… and endearing and he’s caring and he always makes sure that I eat or that I’m warm enough, and every night before bed he gives me this little kiss on my forehead. “For sweet dreams,” he then says to me. I don’t think he could possibly imagine how loved that makes me feel. And sometimes he—” Lily stopped talking, noticing the bright smile on Maria’s face. “Oh, I’m sorry! I bet you didn’t mean those kind of things, right?”

Maria chuckled. “Oh no, dear, please,” she said, carefully placing a veil on top of Lily’s hair that Maria had apparently decided should just fall onto her shoulders. “I was adoring the way you talk about him. I treasure these kind of moments with every bride I talk to, you know that? It causes magic to appear in between these walls.” Lily smiled at the choice of words, but let the woman continue: “Men don’t care for that kind of talk, so when women come here, they tend to really get lost in their feelings. It’s the look in their eyes that sparks my happiness. I just saw it in yours. It’s why I come to work every day.”

Lily smiled. “I think you’re a wonderful person. Thank you for your kind words,” she said. She could’ve sworn Maria reddened on the cheeks as she laughed. Lily leaned in, a bit to Maria’s surprise, and hugged her, and Maria hugged her back. “I think I’m ready to see my friends now.” Maria nodded, took the lower part of the dress in her hands to prevent it from catching dust or dirt, and guided Lily back to the platform. There, Lily was welcomed back by gasps of surprise and shock and small screeches of happiness. It was a noise that made Lily’s insides fill with her very own kind of magic. It was love.

by: @stargazedmoony :)❥

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“ i wanted to kiss you. i’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite a while. ““ you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. “ (from Charley to Liv)

@wexarethewalkingxdead || Oblivious idiots in love starters [ accepting ]

Liv´s dress wasn´t the fanciest of them all, or not too revealing, but her sunkissed skin, the long, skilfully curled and draped tresses and her youthful sportive figure made her quite the sight despite it. The young girl glowed from head to toe when her equally handsome boyfriend almost looked like he had to pick up his jaw off the ground when he came to pick her up for prom. The excitement coursing through her was feverish, and her mother´s encouragement contagious. Deena had taken a liking to Charley, and seemed approving of calling him not only her daughter´s date but her boyfriend, and Olivia couldn’t be happier. She knew she had fallen in love with him before that night, but when he whispered about wanting to kiss her into her ear before heading out the door, her heart nearly thumped out of her chet. 

“We have all night,” she giggled back once they were in the car, shifting in the passenger’s seat while checking her lipstick in the mirror. “if you promise to dance with me, it might happen sooner than you think.” And with a wink she smiled at him, curious if her promise had painted the adorable blush on his cheek or if he was as nervous about taking her to prom as she was.

[ethereal-blossom]

Helloo! Just found your blog and I really like your writing! I wanted to ask for hcs for chuuya, atsuhsi and fyodor (only if you want to write him) with a really slow running s/o. Like just really unsporty and just runs as slow as a snail... Female s/o would be lovely, thank you.

a/n: can i just say that i relate to this on a spiritual level and that i absolutely loved this request💖

fyodor doesn't mind you being a slow runner. he himself isn't a sportive person; as long as his intelligence can outrun everybody's legs he's fine, right?

however, fyodor would convince you to learn self-defense. is it true that you're one of the best-secured persons on this planet? yes, you're fyodor's significant other. he won't let anyone hurt or touch what's his.

fyodor is a busy man and he'll let you be trained by people who are under his control. he trusts his subordinates to take care of you while learning you to defend yourself.

he always wants a full report from his subordinates to know how the lessons went and if you got better. after that, he'd call you and ask if you didn't get hurt too much.

when fyodor has the time though, he excitedly takes the lesson over. he's a little sadicstic though; he loves to pin you down, to see you under his grip, but he'll also pet you on the head if you do it right.

maybe the training even makes you a faster runner!

after training, fyodor loves to play the cello for you. it calms the both of you down and afterwards you cuddle in bed while your significant other whispers russian nicknames in your ear.

needless to say that atsushi was very supportive and patient. he checked in on you multiple times while running and offered to take you on his back when you’re used up. he would compliment you afterwards, put on the shower and prepare a meal for the both of you while you were in the shower. 

“i’m not really much help, huh?” you mentioned when taking a bite of the delicious meal your s/o made. atsushi eyes widened in surprise, followed by a soft smile. “the opposite. your support means a lot to me.” 

atsushi wouldn’t let you run if you two were in danger. no, he would immediately swing you on his back and run. your safety meant everything to him and he couldn’t effort to see you hurt or worse.

i know this is short, but atsushi is so gentle and caring. he wouldn’t mind that you are in a bad shape or slow. this boy would gladly run harder if it meant that you’re okay.

chuuya definitely exercises. he needs to as the best martial arts fighter in the port mafia. being in shape was very important to him. so, you offered to train with him. his work often made it hard to have your s/o all for yourself. although, maybe you had digged your own grave by saying this. 

immediately chuuya found out how much out of shape you were. “babe, are you okay?” the caring side of your boyfriend immediately would come out. “let’s take it easier.” “and slow you down? not a chance, let’s go,” you said, trying to figure out if you already saw the light. 

a smirk appeared on chuuya’s face. he told you to lay down on the ground. you frowned, but did what your s/o told you to. chuuya placed his hands next to your neck and started doing push ups. your lips would connect every time he lowered himself down. “see, you’re not slowing me down, baby.” nope, it was the opposite. you only motivated him even more. 

chuuya loved tutoring you. he let you do exercises for beginners and complimented you every time. yup, your s/o loved exercising with you a little bit too much. 

and you loved watching him when he trained . the determined and concentrated look on his face was one you very much enjoyed. you admired the strength and agility of his sweated body. 

chuuya loves taking showers with you, but he’s okay with it if you refuse to. there would be a small discussion who is going to massage who, since you like to massage him when he’s finished exercising, yet he wants to do the same for you. it ends up with the both of you cuddling together on the couch, accompanied with a glass of wine.

[tipsydipsydo]

Prompts

➳ his room in the crowded dorm

➳ "it'd be better if they watched."

➳ "then let's give them something to talk about."

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 910

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Oral (f); Insecurities; Mentions of Fingering; Mentions of Squirting; Exhibitionism-Kink; Mentions of (vaginal) Sex;

A/N: I liked your choosed prompts really much, anon 💕 Exhibitionism-Kink we are coming~

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"O-Oh my god, Yoongi! Oh fuck, I can't... I c-can't take it a-anymore, I-I need-", you whine in a really high-pitched tone, didn't thought that you can even reach such a high octave. Your hips are moving uncoordinated forth and back, you don't clearly know if you want to pull away from Yoongi's sinful lips or press your swollen and oversensitive pussy even more into his face. How good that you're completely alone in the dorm right now, so the other members can't complain about that you're so fucking loud.

"Hm? What's the matter, Babygirl? Do you need to cum? Is your pretty pussy already so oversensitive that you have to cum after three minutes all over again? Hm... because you're already so wonderful sensitive, what about to get your fourth orgasm with my fingers in that sweet and tiny pussy hole of yours?", ask you Yoongi teasingly in a deep raspy voice.

His hands are slowly moving down from your thighs to hot and messy center, just alone his hot breath stimulates your clit, make you squirm under him.

You can instantly guess what his personal goal is, especially after giving you already the third or fourth orgasm. You're always so oversensitive after that and when the long delicate digits of your personal devil would finger fuck you right then, you'd definitely loose your sanity by your next high and gonna squirt all over his hand.

God, he loves to see you falling apart for him, giving him a noticeable proof how good he's making you feel.

And after that, what the Maknaes said yesterday at the Dinner table to him, he needs a good amount of proof that he's able to satisfy your sexual desires.

In opposition to your boyfriend's plans, you know that you can't take even more overstimulation today and with it, that particularly just the thought of squirting right now, gives you feelings of panic instead of pleasure.

"Y-Yoongi, wait! Please wait for a second! I-I love it so fucking much that you're so eager to please me, really. B-But you seems to be like... a little bit too eager today? Like, you just gave me three incredible orgasms in the last twenty minutes a-and now you want to make me squirt on my fourth orgasm... I don't think I could take even more overstimulation without a short break. And besides that... is something up? Are you angry or mad? I-I mean... it's feels like that you have to win some kind of competition I don't know about and like you're collecting the number of my orgasms to break a new record. Baby, tell me. What bothers you?", you ask him breathlessly, closing your legs and pulling a little bit from Yoongi's dangerous Tongue and fingers away.

An uncomfortable silence returns to Yoongi's dorm room. Your Boyfriend needs a moment to think about the things you said, pressing his lips into a straight and thin line before he sighs heavingly and answers your question. Simply because you're right with your guess, even when Yoongi didn't like to admit to it.

"The boys, especially the maknaes, are teasing me constantly how our sex life must look like. Why did you chose me, a guy who acts sometimes like a eighty years old grandpa. How I'm able to satisfy your sexual needs when I normally advoid every kind of sportive activity, that our sex must be very lazy, boring and really unsatisfying for you. Just stupid shit like that. I know, they don't really mean it, they just tease me back when I give sarcastic comments...", reveals Yoongi the truth to you and shrugs a little helplessly with his shoulders. You notice a little blush on his cheeks and how he advoids your eyes.

"...and even when you didn't want to, it makes you feel like you have to prove that you're more than capable to satisfy my desires, right? Just for your own conscience, hm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Seems like that.", says Yoongi simply, a little taciturn. He don't really like it to talk about his insecurities but that's okay for you.

A little dirty smirk appears on your lips, Yoongi cocks his eyebrow questioningly. There came a naughty Idea into your mind, just the thought of it lets the arousal between your legs run down your inner thigh.

"...then let's give them something to talk about~", you wisper and wiggle with your eyebrows.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

You stand up from the bed and walk towards the door of his room, pressing the handle down and let the door swing wide open.

"Let's give them some real stuff to talk about~ I think, it'd be better if they watched. Then we could make sure that they get definitely the proof they needed so badly. Hopefully they would learn their lesson to not underrate my Daddy as well...", announce you when you return back with a smug smile, placing yourself into his lap.

"Fuck, that's so sexy... so my little naughty princess likes it to get fucked when other people can watch her?", growls Yoongi into your earshell, clearly turned on from your idea

"Uhm, maybe... I hope they're coming back from their work out really quickly."

[nanagoswife]

For You? Always.

Chapter Nine

Summary: You find out you’re going to be leaving and won’t be back until after your birthday. Ben devises a plan for before you leave.

W/C: 2.2k

<<Previous, Next>>

When you woke up the next morning, Ben had already gotten up. Sitting up, you saw him walk in with two cups of coffee in his hands. He had already put the creamer and sugar in the way you liked it.

“How did you know?”

“I’m a fast learner. Plus, I asked Siara.” This made you laugh as you took the warm mug. Taking a sip, you looked at the time. You were surprised with how early it still was; a few hours until you needed to be at the office.

Ben walked back out of the room to come back with a plate that held a few pastries. Placing it on the bedside table, he explained, “My neighbour is an older lady who loves to bake. I often talk to her and listen to her stories of her life. She likes to bring me samples of her work in the mornings before I leave.” Somehow, you weren’t shocked by this. He even seemed like that type of person.

While you showed him a warm smile, the two of you enjoyed the pastries and coffee as he told you some more about his neighbour. Her name is Emily and she has two kids, one boy and one girl, who come to visit her once in a while. Apparently, she tried to set Ben up with her daughter once. Emily had been too late as her daughter had met the man that she’s now married to. 

Time went by slowly as you enjoyed every moment. Eventually, though, you had to get ready for the day of work. Ben had already gotten dressed, sparing his tie and dress coat, leaving the top few buttons of his shirt undone. You enjoyed this look a bit more than his usual. Well, take away the day he wore a waist coat.

Leaving you in privacy, he went back out of the room to pack up his briefcase. You didn’t take long to get ready, as you always did. The morning you spent with him packed a bit more energy for the day. 

Together, you walked to the office, hand in hand. When he had to go to his office on the floor below yours, he convinced you to let him bring you to your office before he went to his. Knowing you wouldn’t win either way, you agreed. His argument, “I’m early anyways,” which made you laugh.

Paisley was at her desk with Siara beside her when you came down the usual stretch to your office. The two of them were giggling, failing to hide it. You gave a sportive grin and shake of your head as you made eye contact with them.

Ben brought you to your door as you said, “Okay, you really need to go to your office now. I don’t want you to be late for anything.” You placed a hand on his chest and absently traced his lapel.

Giving you a smirk he joked and leaned closer, “I’m in the building and Siara is right there. So technically, I’m where I need to be.” 

“Seriously, Ben,” you said with a laugh. With an exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in. “I’m sure I’ll see you sometime today.” You grabbed both lapels and gave him a quick kiss before he nodded and reluctantly left. 

Intentionally avoiding their gaze, you went into your office before Siara and Paisley could say anything. 

Despite your best efforts, they made their way into your office and closed the door behind them. Paisley started, “So, you two are moving along at a steady rate, and I need more details.” Siara agreed with a fast nod of excitement.

“Does it have to be now?”

“Not unless you’d rather us ask Ben instead.” Sadie said this in a mischievous manner. Your eyes widened in panic as they laughed to themselves. Giving in, you told them everything as quickly as possible, excluding last night. Last night was one you wanted to keep to yourself.

The two women looked on with dreamy eyes as they intently listened. 

Trying to get them to leave, you told them, “I really need to work now. I’m sure you have lots to do as well, Siara.” That finally got them to leave you alone, or in Paisley’s case, get back to only talk about business.

-

After about another couple of months, things with you and Ben were going really well. There were nights where he stayed at your house and others where you stayed at his apartment. When he didn’t have too much work, Ben would take you to dinner or make it at your place. To be honest, it was most nights, with only a few that you spent apart. More often than not, he would be the one cooking and occasionally would bake something for dessert.

While at work after these weeks, Derek came into your office while you were conferring with Paisley. You gave him a nod of greeting as he let you quickly finish your discussion.

“Sorry to bother you,” Derek started as Paisley walked out, closing the door behind her just in case this was a more private meeting. “I just received word that we may have a new writer joining us.” 

“Well that’s great news. When will they make the sure decision to join us?”

“That’s the issue.” Confusion set in as you tried to figure out what he meant. “She doesn't know if she is even going to publish the book at all. Her lawyer let me read it with her permission, and it’s absolutely amazing.” Derek took a deep breath, containing the many emotions he had in the current situation.

You desperately wanted to know what he was getting at. Derek had a tendency to drag a moment on before saying what the purpose was.  

“So,” he continued, “I asked her what it would take from us to get her to choose us to publish it.” You encouraged him to continue. “She wants us to go to her for two weeks and tell her why she should choose us.”

“Two weeks? Why that long?” You nearly yelled this loud enough that everyone outside of the office could almost hear, if they were silent. Shock was all that filled your mind.

“I really don’t know. Bonding was her word for it. More and more authors these days want to be friends with their publishers lately. Not only that, she wants a proper rundown of everything. That’s why I’m bringing you, so that you can explain the marketing side of it with her.” Derek finished and let you have a moment to take all of it in.

Then, a thought occurred to you, “Does she not want anyone from legal to come?” Derek only shook his head.

“She said that she was willing to deal with that part after, if she agreed.” You really tried to open a window for the chance that Ben could come, but you had to respect the author’s wishes. Anything to get them to come to you. 

Derek started toward the door, “I’m sorry it’s so short notice as well, as we’re leaving two days from now.” 

Keeping your reaction restrained while you discussed last details with Derek, you asked him to close the door when he left. You wanted to scream for so many different reasons.

Excitement filled you along with discontent. The thought of being away for that long from everyone, especially Ben, put you off. With Ben, things had started getting super good. You guessed, in a way, this would put a test on your relationship. 

There was nothing else you wanted to do other than go and tell Ben. Of course, though, you told Paisley first as she would be alone for the next while. You knew she could hold it up as you had taught her more than she really needed to know how to do. Then, it was the journey to Ben’s and Siara’s office. You really hoped that you could pull him to the side for a few minutes so that you could let him know what was happening. 

Nothing but urgency to tell Ben filled your mind. Then relief replaced it when you saw him not far from the elevator when the doors opened. He looked up from the file in his hand and met your gaze with a smile. It fell and a slight look of concern had taken over when he saw your stressed countenance.

So you could meet him quicker, you took quick steps as he asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, but can I talk to you? Preferably now.” With a quick nod, he brought you to one of the empty conference rooms that hardly gets used. Ben made sure that the door was closed so that privacy was guaranteed. 

Asking what was happening, his perturbed state showed through as he thought something terrible happened. “It’s really nothing bad,” you said this in a calm voice, helping Ben slightly relax. You continued, “Derek just came in and told me that an author was thinking of joining us.” 

For Ben, confusion set in as he tried to figure out why this was so urgent. 

“But she wants us to go to her for two weeks to ‘bond’ so she can see if it’s really a good choice.”

“Why do you need to go then?”

“She also wants a preview of what marketing is like or something, according to Derek. I tried to get you to come but she doesn’t want anybody from legal there. She said she’ll deal with that after, if she signs on.” Ben gave you a smirk as he stepped forward to put his arms around you.

“That’s fine. We can call every day if you’d like. When do you leave?”

“The day after tomorrow.” You placed your hands on his chest as his eyes opened wide with shock. “That was my reaction too.” Laughing at him, his face slowly turned into a soft smile.

Bringing his face closer to yours, he said, “Well, we have tonight and tomorrow to do something, if you’d like. Why don’t I stay over at your place. That way you can get ready for the trip but still have my company.” His look was overweening as you stretched a bit further to meet his lips.

“I could never say no to that,” you said, pulling your lips away from his. “The only other bad part about the upcoming two weeks is that my birthday is near the middle of it. Which means I won’t be able to celebrate it with anyone other than Derek and someone I hardly know.” Ben pulled you slightly closer.

Faintly swaying from side to side, almost in a dance, he said, “Then we’ll celebrate it early. Why don’t we go to dinner tonight with Paisley, Siara, and their boyfriends. Well, if they can make it, and make a celebration out of it. I know Siara isn’t busy tonight.” 

A large smile spread across your face as you nodded. 

“Then,” he continued, “It’s a plan. Tomorrow, we can do whatever you’d like. I’m sure you’ll have the day off to prepare, and I know Siara will be fine alone for a day.”

“Ben you don’t have-”

“Oh but I do,” he cut you off. “Besides, there’s almost nothing scheduled for tomorrow and today is almost done.” You looked into his eyes with great fondness.

A knock at the door drew both of your attentions away. Telling them to open the door, you saw Siara’s head pop in, “Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you both quickly.” A knowing smile was on her face as she fully stepped in and walked towards you.

What she had needed to talk about really was quick. Siara’s interruption actually did give an opportunity to talk about the plans Ben had made. Her fast agreeance to letting Ben take the day off for tomorrow took you a bit by surprise. Though, Ben had told you there wasn’t much in plan for the next day. Surprisingly enough, Siara’s boyfriend, Brian, was actually free to come as well.

Kissing Ben goodbye, you made your way back upstairs to talk to Paisley about the plan. As you had projected, her reaction was one of overexcitement. “Of course Freddy and I can come.” Freddy was Paisley’s boyfriend of two years. You and Siara had a running bet as to when he would finally propose. 

Paisley had gone straight to her phone to tell Freddy about the plans they now had. Compared to Paisley, Freddy was a lot calmer, yet he was still a very sociable person. They weren’t only a cute couple, but the dynamic seemed to work so well. 

“So, where are we going to go?” 

“I was thinking Rick’s.” Excitement filled Paisley’s eyes.

“Great. Maybe he’ll tell more stories about you,” she nudged your shoulder then looked back down at her phone. She left you to go to your office to finish the day’s work.

There was a note on your desk from Derek telling you to take tomorrow off. Ben called it. The plan was now in full swing.

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i don't need twitter, i'm already following u 💜

Ah, at least his training his over. It felt like tonight was a more difficult one, two hours of intense sweating and violent fights between all the members of the Dojo. Mika is glad to be done, exhausted, and ready to go home. For a second, he’s already mapping the whole journey there, wondering if the bus would be there when he’d try to catch it... Until he remembers that he doesn’t live in that crappy neighborhood anymore. Like an idiot, he begins to smile, gripping his bag, and remembering that he’s living with his boyfriend now. Damn... that’s a hell of a change for sure. 

He shoves his hand inside of his bag, looking for his phone right there. He’s happy to see that he has a notification from Vital. Once the message is open, Mika can’t help but laugh brightly. 

      Vi 💜🐱: i don't need twitter, i'm already following u 💜

That’s kinda cute of him for sure. Mika is a bit addicted to social medias since he discovered the existence of smartphones... But surely, he appreciates his old fashioned boyfriend, and his smooth way to tell him he loves him in his own way. 

      Mika: creepy 😋 if you followed me for real tho, I hope your car is                            parked outside, I’m tossed 😵

      Mika: Flashing Dragon for dinner, Vi-boo? 💜 

He throws his phone back in his bag and can’t help but give a look by the window, happy to notice a rather feral little man waiting near a beautiful sportive car. He feels like a damsel picked up by her overly wealthy fiancé but he doesn’t mind at all. Mika feels blessed. 

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Dear You

Went bouldering today. After that I shared a home made pizza with my boyfriend (only half the kcal 👏 being smart). Got a nice workout.

Now I'm staying at his place. I'm not prepared! No toothbrush, no clean clothes, nothing. So I'll have to slip into his shirts. Best thing ever.

Goodnight 😊