#you can find that anywhere but I forgot so ps

[funni-bunny-thing]

star****8***DSAF MOD 1.one***8****eight

Here is the an expanded version of my prievious mod.

I have added characters:

Henry Miller

Steven Stevenson

Peter Kennedy

Harry Fitzgerald

Jake Wilson

Roger Jones

rest under the cut:

--------how to use this mod-----------------------------------------------

put the folder that you have downloaded in

Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods folder.

open the game go to cas and click on facial hair (instead of hair), you will find them there

-------importent note------------------------------------------------------

this will be probably my last update to this mod for a while because i am so fucking tired with blender and also i am not as passionate about dsaf as i was and i want to move on to diffrent projects. if the mod will stop working because of an update in the sims 4 reach out to me on tumblr.

so to everyone who has surpoted or played my original dsaf mod - THANK and i hope that this will create many fun memories when playing it.

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Ps. i haven't forgot about dee just you can find the puppet models in fnaf sims mods, so i just made models of the more-or-less main characters that i couldn't find anywhere.

[otherone12]

I Never...

Jealous!Mikey Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Again, nobody ask me for that, but i had THE idea. I was listen to my favorite playlist and “Mr. Brightside” started play. I thought about how it would be interesting to write about someone that's not Gerard… Well, here's a Mikey imagine. (Frank × Reader fic coming soon)

Summary - You start to date Mikey, and when you meet his friends and his brother, he starts to be a little too jealous, and that's become possessive and scarry.

- Word Count: 1.672

- Warnings: Possessive!Mikey

- Ps: This is just fiction, if you don't like this kind of fic, don't read it.

- Ps2: They/them pronouns!

- Ps3: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps4: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st person POV

Mikey and I met two years ago in our senior year, we became really close while we have the same classes and he was my partner at chemistry class. We like the same movies, the same bands and we’re both ‘the weirdos'. The connection between us was so intense then after some months our friendship turned to something a little more serious, and three weeks ago he asked me to date him. I said yes, of course. 

   We always hang out anywhere, just to enjoy each other’s company, smoking, drinking and talking under the moonlight. I can’t explain how it is to be with him, I just want that what we have will never fade out. 

   I’ve never met his family or friends, probably because we're too busy. They are a band, and i have a job too, so when we find free moments we want to be alone together, just him and i. Anyways, yesterday Mikey invited me to meet his friends and his brother. I’ll not lie, i was so fucking nervous about that, because i know that they come at first than me, so if they didn’t like me, it’s all over.

   There was I, at the front door of his house. I felt my stomach churn with nervousness. Mikey talks a lot about how much he cares about them and how amazing they are, but I couldn't stop overthinking at the possibility that they will hate me. 

   I heard footsteps and the creaking of the door soon after. 

- Finally! - He looked so excited that I forgot about my anxious thoughts for a second. - I’m so glad you're here… I haven't shut up a second about you since we set up this..

   He came close to kiss me before I could say anything, his cold hands on my hips made me shiver, but I got used to this a long time ago. 

-Well, i didn’t stop to think about it too… like in an unhealthy way, but  i’m fine now, i guess. - I smiled at him and he held my hand.

- I’ll be there with you, don’t need to be nervous, babe. - The kind look behind his glasses calmed me down. I wasn’t calm enough, but it helped a lot. - Can we come inside? 

- Yeah… I'm ready. - I laughed and he closed the door behind us, still holding my hand.

   Was not my first time at his house, though at the last time, the house was empty, and I wasn’t about to throw up white nervousness.  

  We walked to the living room and I saw three guys sitting on the couch. The first one to get up to say ‘hi’ has a black messy long hair, and was wearing a Star Wars shirt, I knew the moment I saw him that he was Gerard, Mikey’s brother.  

-So, this is my brother Gerard. - Mikey said, and Gerard shook my hand with a friendly smile.

- It's awesome to finally meet you! - Gerard says - Mikey talks A LOT about you. Like... all the time.

-Probably not as much as he talked about YOU. - I said and we giggled.

- I think you talk too much about anything… - The second guy started, he was shorter than the others and had a lip and a nose piercings. I deduced that it was Frank. - He is supposed to be the quiet one, right?

- Why don’t you go fuck yourself? - Mikey turned a bit red, which is really cute. 

- Calm down, guys. We don’t need to fight… not now, not here, neither with an audience. - The last one seems to be the ‘dad’ kind, with an amazing curly hair, I was sure that was Ray. - I’m Ray, and he’s Frank. It's incredible to meet you.

   We spent the whole afternoon talking, laughing, knowing each other better and eating some snacks. But I felt that Mikey wasn't enjoying that as much as the rest of us. I just wanted to know why.

Mikey’s 1st person POV

Don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that they were getting along, but the way Gerard was talking with MY partner was, at least, too much. The giggles and arm touches…

What if they liked Gee better than like me?? I mean, It's not without reason, he's an incredible guy, but I saw them first, HE HAS NO RIGHT TO STOLE THEM!

They're so excited… what if-

- Are you kidding? That's one of my favorite comic artists ever! - Why did they seem so close to him? They just met! - I have like… about twenty of his comics in my collection.

- NO WAY! You need to show me. - Gerard never gets along with people by the first conversation, maybe they had met before, maybe he was hanging out with them and just pretending they don't know each other. - And I can show you mine, if you want.

“Please say ‘no’” I begged in my head. I felt weird thinking this, but who wouldn't? Gerard is not the kind of guy who could do this, but anyway he is doing it right now.

- Sure! - Their eyes were glowing, and i can't help but feel my stomach in knots and my blood boiling with the idea of my brother at their house. - Maybe the next time Mikey goes there, he brings you too. So you can see my whole collection.

I was trying to focus In any other thing, but i couldn't, because when Gerard finally stop to fucking flirt with them, Frank came up and started to do the execly the same thing.

- So, you said you're learning to play guitar? - NO FUCKING WAY. I squeezed their hand tighter, which made em look at me confused - Ray and I could teach you some nice rifs.

My mind sounded like an off air TV, just noises and disjointed voices that made me want to scream, I stopped hear everything that was said in that room. I'm not this kind of guy, but when you love someone, you start to want to keep everybody far from them, right?

That conversation seemed to take days, but when it finally ended I was glad. I didn't say a word.

1st person POV

Mikey and I were walking outside the house, ‘cause he insisted on taking me home.

- Mikey, babe, are you okay? - He normally is the quiet one, but he was extremely quiet - You were acting a bit different… Did I say something wrong?

- What? No, I'm fine, and you did nothing wrong. - He didn't look in my eyes and kept walking. - And… you liked them?

- Yeah! They're awesome… - I forgot how nervous I was before meeting them, they’re nicer then Mikey told me - but are you sure that you're okay?

I took a pack of cigarettes from my purse and lit it up with my red lighter. The twilight was so shining and we were walking together. This should be the best way to finish this day, but Mikey was upset with something, I know him enough to be sure of that.

- Uhum… - He took a drag from the cigarette in my hand - And about bringing Gerard with me the next time I go to your house…

He halted his walking and looked directly at my face. Mikey opened his mouth to start to talk, but I didn't let him.

- Wait… is this about him?

Mikey took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes in anger.

- It's not about HIM, but the way he was talking to you - He sighed and his voice seemed to tear out his throat - And the way Frank talked to you… was just too much, don't ya think?

- Not at all… - I cannot believe that he was jealous. He's not that kind of guy, and why with his friends? - You know that I'm all yours, but I really don't think they're flirting with me or something. We just have a lot incommon.

He came closer to me fast and grabbed my hips, narrow enough to make me a bit scared.

- But I think so… - His trembling and insecure voice, combined with a harsh tone I had never heard before, made me swallow hard for fear and concern. - You are so damn naive.

- I- I actually don't think so, Mikey, but-

- You know fucking nothing! - He spoke a little too loudly as he pushed me against the wall, people around us started to steare, but he didn't seem to care.- They WERE being too "frieldly" and if you are still saying that they were not, I will start to think that you liked this!

- DUDE! - If he thinks that I'm the kind of person who accepts this kind of thing, he's wrong. - Calm down…

I tried to let go of his arms, but he held even more tight. I could scream for help, however I really love him, and I know we can go back to normal.

- Sorry… - He let me go and scratched the back of his neck nervously - I don't know what happened to my head… I swear, I'm never gonna do this again. Please don't leave me.

He broke in front of me, the anger turned into tears in his face. The desperation in his eyes shocked me and I couldn't react for a few seconds.

- Please say something, babe… 

   The lost puppy eyes… I couldn't help but compare it to how out of it he was moments ago.

- I'm not gonna leave you, Mikey. - I took a deep breath and held his face. - But, please, talk to me, instead of letting things get this far. 

   I kissed him softly and he barely reacted.

-I promise…

Mikey’s 1st person POV

   I know I promised them that I would leave this alone and talk to them instead of acting that way, but I followed them everywhere. After this day, I couldn't sleep well if I was not sure that I knew exactly where they were. 

   This probably sounds a bit creepy and obsessive, but I swear, I never.

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~ So... that's it. I TOTALLY would write a pt2 of this.

[haywire-hetfield]

could u pls do 8 with james/jason? would really appreciate it

PS: i really love ur writing

probably forgot to add that but it would be nice if James said it but both is completely fine with me, whatever suits u more

Sure thing! And thank you so much, I appreciate it :)

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it as dealers choice if you dare) and I'll write you a snippet! (500 words or less)

8) "Can you feel how much I want you?"

Jason groaned as his back hit the wall. He’d walked off of stage less than two minutes ago and hadn’t been expected to find himself shoved against a wall in a darkened corner. He wasn’t complaining once he realized it was James pressing himself into his personal space. 

Their lips connected a second after his back and skull made contact with the hard wall. His hands found their way into James’ hair, ignoring the pain shooting through his spine and head. All he could focus on was the other man right now, tangling his fingers into blonde strands and pulling a bit too roughly. James seemed to be fine with it, letting out a quiet moan that was mostly muffled against Jason. 

In retaliation for Jason pulling his hair a bit too hard, James bit down on his lower lip. It was rough and Jason could taste his own blood, and it made his head dizzy from how good it all was. If they did this after every show for their rest of their lives, it still wouldn’t be often enough for him. 

They broke apart enough for them both to get some oxygen, Jason taking a harsh inhale as soon as he could. James looked like a mess from the show. His hair was messy and damp with sweat, eyes dilated as he looked back at Jason. He was gorgeous, he always was, and Jason already missed the feeling of his mouth. 

He wanted to say something, but James grabbing one of his hands distracted him from it. James led his hand down between their bodies, finally stopping to press Jason’s palm against the front of his jeans. Like this, Jason could feel just how hard James was already and he smirked at the blonde haired man. 

“You feel that, Jase? Can you feel how much I want you?” James asked quietly, still sounding a bit breathless from their kiss. Jason nodded even though he thought the question might be rhetorical, there was no way he couldn’t feel how needy James was for him. 

“You’ve got me,” Jason promised him, tugging him back in for another kiss. James went with him easily, this kiss being just as rough as the first one had been. Maybe even a bit more desperate now that they were both hard, although Jason was only halfway there. That didn’t stop him from touching James, palming him through his jeans and deciding they were wearing way too many layers. 

There wasn’t much they could do in the hallway where anywhere could stumble upon them, but he knew James would do as much as they thought they could get away with. James let out another soft cry against Jason’s skin when he rubbed a particularly sensitive spot. Of course, Jason focused himself there and basked in every noise he could draw from James. If he was crueler, he would make him come just like this. That was something he’d keep in mind for another time, though.

[forjongseong]

knock, knock!

nanaaa, its been so long ahh 🥹 i’ve seen that you’ve updated your carmesí series and GODDD it was that good?! beforehand, i know i’ve missed out on a lot so i had to backtrack and read from where i was up to before 😭😭✋🏼 (didn’t remember what ep but then i remembered i wrote it down in my notes and i’m sooo glad i did ssjdhsis) i just wanted to start off with how are youu? i hope you’re doing well, eating well, drinking well, taking care of yourself well! i’ve been offline n online here and there and i miss a lot of my favourite people on here, including you </3 i’ve missed my v v talented tante sm :(( i hope we can talk again 🫶🏼 (in fact, jays been hitting different lately and the recent ep made it sm WORSE. its raining heavily down there girl, let me breathe lord have mercy)

OKAY SO,— ouh the butterflies the fucking butterflies. who doesn’t want husband! secretary jay hello??? the way hes so incredibly ARGHHGGHH i can’t even describe how hubby he is like i want him like this is so bad for me pls. and the way hes always comforting his beloved wife and just genuinely loving her, taking care of her throughout the ep got me GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET i had to put my phone down to calm MYSELF down. god when can i have a man like him. “You look very fuckable, husband.” PLEASE. WHEN DOES HE NOT???? you always devour w the spicy scenes it got me.. ykwim.. and don’t even get me started w that little present he got her like i had so much fun reading that part bye.

the way he shows his love for her— the way they show it to each other through everything i might cry (i did) my heart instantly melted, i love everything about them 🥺🥺 and the ending omg!! 😭✋🏼 i was so excited for them ☹️ (although i already knew it was bound to happen i was so happy) i’m horrendously downbad for this man 🧎🏻‍♀️ its insane how talented you are and the amount of hard work you put into the series i could never??

eh tau ga, pas mereka di jakarta buat gda, yk i was supposed to be in indo at that time but pasporku abis bodooooo 😭 i need to renew it asap sihdjwhdjsvm i wanted to cry like i watched the live & videos and everything and all i thought to myself was I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE ughrugrjugu theres still a next time, (maybe LMAO) but we should go together and meet up one day 🥹🫶🏼

ahh i know this feedback (its honestly just me yapping and ranting ab how much i love the seriesjanishaid) doesn’t seem like a lot but i hope yk i’m still a sucker for the carmesí series forever n ever ‼️ i’ll keep rereading every ep if i have to (i will bae dw) i’m proud of you nana!! i’ll be cheering for you from afar always <3 🤍

who's there? BOYNEXTDOOR--

so glad to see YOU in my inbox after experiencing a major loss of moots going on hiatus and never ever coming back coughORIcough anyways!

I don't blame you if you had to backtrack because it took ME a long time to reread everything because I literally forgot where I left it?? and then I didn't wanna repeat or write similar smut scenes so I'm like... what...?? BUT I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE

props to YOU for having it written in notes omg notes app is superior I use it for everything! but you making notes of my fanfic just makes me feel important 🙏 I hope you're doing well too! still in Brisbane I assume?

GLAD YOU LIKE THE PRESENT! that TOY is based on a real life device I have seen and I am considering buying BHAHAHA but I don't have a partner to use it on me so I am sadddddd when is Jay gonna be my partner irl you know what I'm sayin

it's okay, I didn't watch GDA either, and I went to PS in the afternoon only to find out Jake and Jungwon went later in the evening lol definisi ga jodoh, but glad Jay didn't make an appearance anywhere otherwise I will be jumping into Sungai Ciliwung

I don't mind ANY type of feedback even if it's just you yapping! thank you so much for being such a loyal reader of carmesi a.k.a carmesimp since day 1. your support means A LOT to me! and don't hesitate to drop by my ask box any time you want.

[killerandhealerqueen]

7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?

20)

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?

Anyways, hey sass! It’s been a while. 😁

High school is freaking hard. 😞 but the next week should be kinda of chill until we start exam prep again. Yay. Anyways,

I am hoping to actually catch up on some works of urs this week! Like for real this time. So expect some very happy Gem comments!

Have a great… morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Gem 💜

Ps, man I’ve been away so long I forgot ur general time.

p.s.s i finally finished the worst x AND OMG. GREAT MOVIE

P.s.s.s…….. this banner and pfp is Phenomenal 🫣

Gem, my darling! Hello! It's so nice to hear from you. And I know high school is hard, girl I've been there, done that.

7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?

Least favorite piece I've ever written...I love all of my fics that I've posted on AO3, so it's none of them. I think the least favorite piece I've ever written was a prompt that my friend sent me for a fandom that I wasn't in (it was for a bet that we had. If one of us reached a follower milestone first, the winner had to give the loser a prompt/fandom that they weren't in and the loser had to write a fic for the fandom) (I of course won first but in good spirits I let her give me a fandom that I wasn't in so that it would be fair). It was bad. I didn't know the characters/characterization, I used an old fic outline and just sort of replaced the characters with the characters from the fandom...not good. I think I deleted it on my laptop and I don't think I can find the fic in all of my post because I didn't tag it as I didn't want it to show up in the fandom tag and get fucking roasted.

20)

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Trope that I've yet to try my hand at...honestly, I think I've tried a lot of tropes, especially with Killer and Healer. I don't know what other trope there is out there to try

Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?

Okay...so (this is gonna get long so it's going under the cut)

Killer and Healer:

It's a Date - inspired by ep. 19/20 where Jiang Yuelou suggests he and Chen Yuzhi go horseback riding

Let Me Take Care of You - inspired by ep. 12 deleted scene

It All Started With a Hug - inspired by ep. 26

Countryside Sunset - inspired by the episode that shall not be named

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away - inspired again by the episode that shall not be named

恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer - inspired by the episode that shall not be named and the whole series, honestly

The Devil Judge

Take a Bullet for You - inspired by the episode where K dies (I can't remember the episode)

His - inspired by the episode where Gaon used himself as a shield to protect Yohan from the bomb blast in his office

I'm Not Going Anywhere - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

Love You Unconditionally - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

Home - inspired by the episode where Soohyun and Elijah have their girls day out and then Soonhyun leaves Elijah in the car to deal with Jukchang

Kim Gaon Is Mine - inspired by the episode where Gaon and Yohan go to that gala

I've Got You - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

No More Nightmares - inspired by the episode where Gaon dreams of getting revenge for his parents and killing Do Youngchoon

Look After You - inspired by the episode after Soohyun dies and Yohan, Gaon, and Elijah go to visit her grave

Under the Skin

Sink or Swim - inspired by the episode where Du Cheng stops Shen Yi from jumping into the ocean to try and restart his memories of the woman in red

S.C.I.

Guess We're Parents Now? - inspired by the episode where Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao have to take care of the baby

Anyways, those are all of the fics that I can think of that was inspired by an episode of some sort.

I look forward to reading your comments, I really hope you like the fics (I have posted so many since you last commented). And isn't HIGH & LOW: THE WORST X so good? My god, I don't know how many times I've rewatched it like holy shit.

Thank you about my banner! My baby @httpsbas made it for me, along with two other banners as a birthday/1K followers present. I love them all so much, she did such a good job. And doesn't it just match perfectly with my icon? I was quite proud of myself for that, not gonna lie.

But I'm super happy to hear from you! Good luck in school! Keep your chin up!

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[ryan1014n2]

Duke finds SH and PS asleep - 09/05/2022

Figured I might as well share one of the softer things I've written lately. Sir Handel and Peter Sam take a nap. Some vague human au.

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Duke had been working with Peter Sam all morning. Now, Duke needed his help with yet another task around the railway, but Peter Sam had disappeared around lunchtime. None of the others knew where he had gone.

He knocked on the door to Peter Sam’s bedroom. “Stuart? Peter Sam? Are you in there?” He asked. “We still have a few things we need to pick up and drop off a ways down the line, if you could help with that.” Duke heard nothing from inside the room. “Peter Sam?” Duke slowly opened the door and peeked in. Peter Sam was nowhere to be found.

Duke was stumped, but only for a second. He glanced a short ways down the hall at the door to Sir Handel’s room. Surely he would know where Peter Sam had gone.

So, he knocked on his door instead. “Falcon? Sir Handel? Do you know where Stuart’s gone? I can’t find him anywhere.” There was no response this time either, but that wasn’t unusual. Sir Handel preferred to be alone in his room instead of out in the common area, and he didn’t like to be bothered. He usually ignored any attempts to talk to him. “Sir Handel?” Duke said again, not caring for Sir Handel’s usual attitude.

Duke cracked open his door too, and he quickly forgot his irritation as he found the answer to his question. On the bed snuggled up close to each other were Sir Handel and Peter Sam, both sound asleep. Neither of them had heard Duke knock, and both were softly snoring away, not a care in the world, with Peter Sam’s head gently rising and falling with Sir Handel’s chest as he breathed.

Duke’s expression softened, and he smiled as he watched his boys. They seemed so much closer than he remembered them being when they were younger. But then again, they had been through an awful lot with only each other to lean on.

Backing away, Duke quietly closed the door. “You two get some rest,” he whispered, “It looks like you need it.”

He ended up getting Rusty’s help with the work that day, at least until his boys woke up.

“Wasn’t Peter Sam supposed to help with this?” Rusty asked Duke.

“He was, yes. But I thought it would be best to get your help instead. Let him rest a bit. He’s been working himself awfully hard lately.”

“Oh. Did you find him, then?”

Duke laughed and then lowered his voice, “Yes, and all snuggled up with Falcon, if you can believe it!”

Rusty chuckled, “I can. Those two are quite close.”

~~

An hour or so later, Peter Sam and Sir Handel reemerged, Peter Sam rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and Sir Handel trying in vain to tame his horrible bed-head. To their surprise, they found Duke at the table, reading the newspaper.

“Sleep well, you two?” He asked, not even looking up from his reading.

Sir Handel spluttered, and Peter Sam blushed. They were both unsure how to answer and unaware that Duke knew about their little nap break.

Duke looked up to properly address them. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I just went looking for Stuart today so we could finish up our work, and I happened to find you two. I thought it was best to let you sleep,” he explained. “Besides, I think it’s rather sweet.” He chuckled and went back to the paper.

After a few seconds of silence, Sir Handel huffed, “Thanks, Granpuff,” and he and Peter Sam set to work making what was either a late lunch or an early supper.

Duke couldn’t help but smile to himself as he listened to the two of them arguing over whether or not it was okay for Sir Handel to put an empty jar of peanut butter back into the refrigerator without telling anyone.

They were his boys alright.

[ehbeeseedih]

Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards. 

You can check out my other stories at AFF.  Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.  

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin​ for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.” 

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon. 

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions. 

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow. 

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight. 

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling  you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you. 

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.” 

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?” 

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?” 

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.” 

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?” 

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow. 

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse. 

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere. 

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to. 

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her. 

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob. 

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans. 

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.” 

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans. 

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off. 

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.” 

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.” 

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.  

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica. 

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again? 

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek. 

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?” 

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom. 

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek. 

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.” 

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it. 

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up. 

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.” 

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.” 

“Yes. Please mommy.” 

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.” 

She ignored you. 

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so. 

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere. 

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity. 

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it. 

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?” 

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.” 

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.” 

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions. 

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.” 

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.” 

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.” 

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.” 

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.” 

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.” 

“It feels great, please don’t stop.” 

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?” 

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.” 

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.” 

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies. 

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today. 

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies. 

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance. 

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.” 

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom. 

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience. 

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck. 

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey. 

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days. 

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely. 

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed. 

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom 

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.” 

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers” 

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.” 

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed. 

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.” 

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex. 

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions. 

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed. 

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up. 

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber. 

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her. 

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?” 

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.” 

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position 

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?” 

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.” 

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back. 

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front. 

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch. 

“No panties?” 

“Shut up, just go.” 

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior. 

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy. 

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby. 

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.  

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area. 

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there. 

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy. 

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with. 

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone. 

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society. 

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy. 

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him. 

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind. 

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home. 

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least. 

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep. 

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash. 

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light. 

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you. 

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought. 

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours” 

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that. 

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin. 

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving. 

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it. 

“I wish for you to praise me.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life. 

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down. 

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh” 

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you. 

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you. 

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.” 

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you. 

“One more round?” 

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.” 

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead. 

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous. 

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep. 

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything. 

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been. 

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.” 

An idea suddenly struck you,  “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?” 

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.” 

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?” 

“Yes! Yes!” 

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall. 

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve. 

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THE NANNY - ELIAS PETTERSSON X READER

inspired by this fragment of what bo said in a interview about letting the team babysit Gunnar

ps: i don’t know if they nicknamed him Gunnsey, just saw Jake call him that once 

ps2: this is not proofread so just a warning

Word count: 3.4 k (a bit longer than what i usually do)

Warnings: kidnap is mention a couple times jokingly bc petey at first thinks Y/N’s kidnapping the kid, even though it’s meant 100% as a joke i know it could be triggering so just letting you know, however just in case keep in mind it’s never used seriously

Summary: Elias doesn’t know Bo and Holly hired a nanny so the first time he sees you with the baby he freaks out a little, eventually apologizes and there's fluff (i suck at summaries)

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Elias was coming out of the dressing room when he saw you rushing down the hall with a little kid in your arms that he knew for sure wasn’t yours, because it was in fact his captain's son. So he did what seemed like the reasonable thing to do: look for Bo or Holly to tell them. Luckily Bo was near the door finishing his interview with a couple reporters.

“Hey Bo?” he approached him as soon as the reporters left.

“What Petey?” He could see the alarmed look on the boy’s face.

“I think I saw a girl running away with your kid.” he told Bo, who was about to lose it when he saw you walking down the hall in their direction with his son in your arms. He let out a relieving sigh, making Elias confused. If it was his child he definitely would be calling 911 by now.

“Is that the girl you were talking about?” Bo asked, pointing at you. The hall had become more crowded since the rest of his teammates started coming out, but he could see you as you stretched your neck and looked around for someone. Elias nodded, getting more confused by the second.

“That’s our nanny dumbass.” he informed him, hitting him in the back of the head for making him needlessly worry.

“A Nanny?” 

“Yes a nanny Elias. She looks after our kid, takes care of him. Don’t they have those in Sweden?” He knew what a nanny was and Bo’s sarcastic remark only made him feel more stupid. Of course you were the nanny, it was pretty obvious, now that he looked at you he could see you were carrying the bag Holly normally brought everywhere with Gunnar’s stuff.

“They do I just-” he started to defend himself but instantly shut up when he saw you appear next to him.

“Hey look it’s your daddy!” you said to little Gunnar in your arms as the baby stretched his arms toward his father making grabby hands. Bo smiled at his son and took him in his arms, but you could tell there was a bit of concern on his face.

”Is everything, okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just that Petey here though you were kidnapping Gunnar and almost gave me a heart attack.” Bo explained. Elias looked down embarrassed as his cheeks turned red. You on the other hand were too busy panicking to even notice the blushing mess standing next to you.

The Horvats had hired you mainly to help Holly around the house since she was getting back to her work and especially when Bo had to go on roadtrips. They also wanted Gunnar to get familiar with you, that’s why you were there tonight. This was your first time with them out of the house, if you did something wrong they wouldn’t trust you so they would probably fire you and you really needed the job.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry! I forgot my phone back on our seats and Holly had gone to the bathroom and you were still in there and I couldn’t leave him alone-”

“Y/N don’t worry. It’s fine.” he interrupted you with a sweet tone that made you ease the anxiety that started building up at the thought of losing your job before it even really started.

“I’m so sorry I should have told you before disappearing with Gunnsey.”

“Really don’t worry Y/N.” he kept reassuring you, but you couldn't shake off that bad feeling.

“What happened?” Holly asked after joining you and seeing your expression.

“Nothing, just a little misunderstanding Everything’s okay Y/N, really don’t worry.” Bo answered before you could and gave you a sweet smile that helped you calm your nerves. He would obviously tell Holly when they were back home, but it wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t want to make you feel like they were coming down on you.

Elias was starting to feel a bit out of place there so he excused himself, said goodbye and left to find his friends, but not before giving you one final look. Now that he didn’t think you were trying to kidnap his teammate's kid he found you really pretty and felt even worse for what he made you go through. You were smiling and chatting with Bo and Holly about the game, but he could see you were still a bit nervous. 

He made his way towards Jake, Quinn and Brock, who were already looking at him suggestively after seeing the whole interaction, completely obvious to the fact their friend had actually screwed up big time.

“Who’s that?” Brock was the first to ask, wiggling his eyebrows.

“She’s Bo and Holly’s new nanny.”

“I didn’t know they hired a nanny.” Quinn was the one talking now.

“Yeah, me neither and I kind of thought she was kidnapping Gunnsey-” he started to explain but instantly regretted it when he saw the looks on his friend’s faces. He was never going to hear the end of this.

“No you didn’t!” Brock cut him off and everyone started laughing, everyone except Elias who just shook his head trying once again to hide his embarrassment.

“Way to make a first impression Petey. She must hate you.” Jake said putting his arm around Elias. 

“Fuck off.” he replied pushing his arm off and walking away towards the parking lot as he heard their laughs behind him. He was not in the mood to endure the teasing from his friends.

On the drive to his apartment he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He knew Bo and Holly weren’t going to fire you, they were nice reasonable people who understood it was all a misunderstanding; a misunderstanding caused by him. Yet he couldn’t shake off the feeling he should have said something or at least apologize. So he promised himself that was the exact thing he was gonna do when he saw you again.

-

The next time Elias saw you was a couple weeks later. Bo and Holly were hosting a barbecue for the whole team and had asked you to come over and help look after Gunnar while they prepared everything.

Elias walked into the house with one thing in mind: apologizing to you. However as he made his way through the house towards the backyard he couldn’t find you anywhere. He took a sit next to a sit with the rest of his teammates and tried to make casual conversation but his mind was stuck on you.

Bo noticed the way Elias was barely talking and constantly looking around for someone and it didn’t take him long to realize that someone was you. Elias had asked him about you a couple times at practice and games after what had happened the other night, but he still didn’t know if he was just being polite and wanted to apologize or there was something more going on.

“She’s inside playing with Gunnar in his room.” Bo leaned in to tell him so the rest wouldn’t hear, then he simply turned around and continued working on the grill. Elias was a bit confused at first, he didn’t understand how Bo could even know what he was even thinking about. However he quickly stood up mumbling some excuse about going to the bathroom and headed towards the house.

He found you sitting on a little couch with Gunnar in your lap reading a book. You were too focused on explaining the drawings on the pages to the kid to notice his presence. Elias stayed a couple seconds by the door in silence, not wanting to intrude in the sweet moment you were having. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard the sweet high pitch voice you used when talking to the little kid, how you’d smile and make a funny face at Gunnar, how he would laugh at you which only made both your smiles grow wider. If the other day he had thought you were pretty, today he was convinced you were beautiful.

Eventually you finished the book and Elias thought it was time to make his presence known before you notice he had been there the whole time and thought he was creeping on you or something. He was sure you already had a bad impression of him, no need to make it worse. He gently knocked on the door and your face shot up at him.

“Hey.” he said shyly walking into the room.

“Hi.” you replied as you got up with Gunnar still in your arms. The kid wrapped his arms around you and rested his face in your chest, it was clear he would fall asleep any moment from now.

“Can we talk?” Elias asked, not sure how to begin the conversation and a little afraid you’d blow him off.

“S-sure.” you replied a bit confused as to what he wanted to talk about. “But in a low voice, he’s really close to falling asleep.”

“Oh yeah sure.” he immediately lowered his tone to almost a whisper which you found cute. A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I’m Elias by the way.” he said, extending his hand but quickly putting it away and blushing when he realized you wouldn’t be able to shake it since you were holding the kid.

“Y/N. You’re Bo’s teammate, right? The one who thought I was kidnapping Gunnsey.” you added a smirk and arched brows, making his cheeks turn even redder. You were joking about it, that’s a good sign Elias though. Maybe you didn’t hate him.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m so sorry.” he finally said, letting out a deep sigh. He had been beating himself up about it since that night some weeks ago and finally being able to apologize was like taking a huge weight off of his shoulders. You could tell.

“Don’t worry, it was just a misunderstanding. I mean if I saw a stranger basically running down a hall with one of my friend’s kids I’d think the worst too. You did nothing wrong Elias.” you reassured him. Yes at the moment you nearly had a heart attack and felt a bit of resentment towards that guy who thought you could even do something like that, but after all you didn’t lose your job and you could tell Elias genuinely regret everything that had happened.

“Still I shouldn’t have thought you were kidnaping a child, you don’t look like you’d do that.”

“Glad to know I look like a decent human being.”

“You do! I mean not that I thought you didn’t. I-I think you look really pretty- really decent!” Elias started rambling trying to correct himself but felt he was only making everything worse. However you found the blushing mess of a man in front of you actually really cute.

“Thanks Elias, you look really decent too.” you told him with a sweet smile that helped calm his nerves down. He beamed down and at you and held your gaze. The room went silent but it wasn’t awkward at all. At one point you could have swore his blue eyes had hypnotized you.

“Oh you put him to sleep.” Holly said, appearing suddenly next to you. Only then you noticed at some point in your conversation with Elias Gunnar had fallen asleep in your arms. You then proceeded to walk up to the little bed and tried to lay the sleeping kid as gently as possible to not wake him up.

“You should head to the yard with us, grab something to eat.”

“Are you sure? What if he wakes up and-”

“Don’t be silly, that’s why we have the baby monitor. Come on, Elias can present you to the rest of the team.” she said hooking her arms with yours and basically dragging you out of the room too quickly to notice Elias blushed cheeks and for him to notice yours.

Just like Holly said Elias introduced you to the rest of the team before moving an empty chair so you could sit next to him. You didn’t miss the way his friends looked at you two and smirked, but decided not to make a deal out of it, just boys being boys.

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating, talking and laughing; mostly with Elias. At first you were part of the group conversation, but eventually your bodies started slowly turning to the point you were basically facing each other and having a conversation of your own.

He told you about him, how long he had been teammates with Bo, his love for hockey, how he felt moving to the states; he even showed off a little telling you about his rookie year and how he won the Calder trophy. 

And you told him about yourself, what you were studying, how you started babysitting and a friend connected you with the Horvats. He listened to everything you said, no matter how boring and mundane it seemed to you. You weren’t traveling the country living your dream like him, but to him every single fact you told him about yourself was impressive. You genuinely felt heard which wasn’t something common, especially dealing with guys.

Gunnar stayed asleep for most of the time. Only once he woke up and when he did Holly insisted she would take care of it, that she missed her baby boy. But you knew she was just doing it so you could stay with Elias, and you internally thanked her for it.

You completely lost track of time and by the time you checked your phone's couldn't believe it was already almost evening.

“I should get going.” you announced getting up and the rest of the group booed.

“Come on it’s not even 6pm.” Jake said.

“I know, but I have an exam tomorrow and I should go over everything one last time.”

“Do you have a ride?” Holly asked.

“No but I’ll just take an uber-”

“Petey can drive you.” Jake proposed without even looking at his friend who was debating on whether to kill him or thank him.

“But he’s the designated driv-” Quinn started to say but shut up when Brock nudged him on the ribs with his elbow. It was embarrassingly obvious his friends were setting him up, but if it meant getting more times with you Elias didn’t mind. He’d deal with them later.

You looked at Elias who by now had stood up with you and was reaching for his keys on his pocket. “You really don’t have to.”

“Oh I was already thinking about leaving, don’t worry.” he reassured you but you were pretty sure the idea never crossed his mind till you have decided to leave.

Your apartment wasn’t far from the house so in a couple of minutes Elias was parking his car in front of the door of your building. Throughout the night a feeling started slowly growing inside of you. You could tell he was a genuinely nice guy, he apologized and spent the rest of the day getting to know you, genuinely interested in everything you told him. It was clear a connection was starting to form between the two of you and neither wanted it to stop.

“Thank you for the ride. You really didn’t have to.” you said once again, eyes stuck on the windshield.

“It’s the least I could do after the whole misunderstanding the other day.” he replied and the car fell into a comfortable silence. You knew it was time to say goodbye, but part of you wished you didn’t have to. Elias was thinking the exact same. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to see you again, but he couldn’t find the words and a part of him doubted if you were just being friendly and it was all in his head.

“Are you going to our next home game next friday?”

“Maybe, I don’t know if Holly and Bo will ask me to go with Gunssey.”

“I mean you could go by yourself …” he started to say and made a pause to look at you, gathering the courage he needed before adding: “to see me.”

“Would you like me to go see you?” you asked, finally turning your head to look at him.

“Yeah I’d really like that.” he replied without missing a beat. The smile that appeared in your face the moment you heard his words made every last bit of doubt disappear inside Elias.

He started to lean into you, heart beating fast on his chest, holding your gaze. You raised your hand gently cupping his cheek and bringing him even closer. His eyes went from yours to your lips and back to your eyes. You were so close you were basically breathing each other's breath. But when your lips were about to touch he stopped and whispered: “You still haven’t answered.”

“I’d love to-” you let out between giggles. He didn’t even let you finish and was already connecting his lips to yours, unable to hold himself back any longer.

His lips were soft against yours, but determinate, setting the rhythm. It was a shy kiss, your first one of many to come. At some point you took off your seat belts to be more comfortable, only prolonging the moment. You’d stop to catch your breath with your foreheads touching, but the second your eyes connected again, go back to kissing, like you couldn’t get enough.

“I should go in, people are gonna start wondering why there’s been a sports car parked in the front door for the last couple minutes.” you joked, definitely pulling away from him but not daring to look at him because you knew if you did you were never getting out of the car. He leaned back on his seat, still in disbelief of everything that had happened. You looked at him one last time before you were about to get out of the car, and decided one last kiss wouldn’t hurt nobody.

He was surprised at first when he felt your hand sneak to the back of his neck, but smiled again into the kiss once he felt your lips connect to his. It took every bit of self control you had to pull away again and get off the car before.

“Friday then?” you said peeking your head through the open window of the car.

He nodded before adding: “And then we could go out? Have some dinner?”

“Sounds perfect.” You didn’t even try to hide the smile on your face.

“See you on friday then.”

“Goodbye Petey.” you said and he chuckled at how you had already started using the nickname his teammates had put him. He loved how it sounded coming from you.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

You turned around and started making your way to the building and Elias waited till you were in to drive away. You entered your apartment and let yourself fall on the couch, a loud chuckle scaping your lips just thinking about everything that had happened today. That bubbling feeling sill strong inside you, unable to take your mind off of the cute hockey player who couldn’t tell a nanny from a kidnapper.

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Enemy ships 💔

For bts

Your enemy is...Jin!

Saturn in Cancer Square Moon in Aries

You two will secretly be attracted to each other but every time you’re in the same room there is a lot of tension - and not the good kind. In the beginning of your relationship you both will try to understand the other but as time goes on, you’ll find that the other person is straight up annoying. Sometimes you wear your heart on your sleeve and can feel very empathetic for others, even strangers. Jin only helps out his close friends and family for free, but he’ll help out a stranger if they need it. You'll think he is insensitive, while he thinks you are TOO sensitive - but in reality you both just misunderstand each other.

Venus in Libra Square Mars in Cancer

When you want to go out for a date, he wants to stay in. Jin gets absolutely drained by social interactions and will find going out with you to be exhausting. To you, he is just acting like an old man who forgot how to have fun. The worst part is, you're both so attracted to each other that you always get back together, no matter how intense an argument may be. Your relationship will be a constant cycle of attraction and tension - which will eventually tire you two out.

Mars in Pisces Square Sun in Sagittarius

Whenever you want to be romantic and sentimental, Jin is BOLD and BRASH. He always seems to want to do the opposite of what you're doing. You want to stay in and watch a movie, he wants to go out to the movies. You want to go to a restaurant, he wants to cook a homemade meal. In the beginning, you'll both try to compromise but eventually you'll learn to do things without one another. Soon, you wont even invite him to go anywhere, since you know he'll probably want to do something else.

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Itadakimasu!! | Part 3: Fly, Little Bird  (Written Chapter)

word count: 1.2k

Tendou never thought himself to be a selfless person. He didn't really consider himself a selfish person either, necessarily, but he promised himself a long time ago that he wasn't going to set aside his own dreams for the comfort of someone else. His ambition always came first, and the endgame had always been Paris. He supposed, in a way, that had never changed - so why was there a familiar pool of guilt settling at the pit of his stomach? 

The corner of his lips tugged downward at the slight, involuntary tremor that rippled through his hands - the ivory envelope with gold trim, 'La Maison du Chocolat'  written in a delicate golden font across its center clutched in between them. You knew about Paris - about his dreams, his ambitions - and not once have you given him any reason to doubt that you would regard this news in any way other than with a painfully large grin and arms spread impossibly wide, pride radiating off you like a sunbeam. So why...guilty. Thoughts wandered to the pickle jar. The drunken nights on the balcony of your tiny apartment; stupid, cheesy French music playing on one of your phones as the two of you laughed and talked about what Paris would mean for the both of you. Tendou knew exactly what to say every time, but when the conversation trailed back to you, you would grin, sometimes laugh, but your answer was always the same - 'I'll figure it out when I get there. I don't really care as long as I'm with you'.

Ah. There it was.

Paris was his dream. Not yours.

'I'll follow you anywhere, Ten.’

Even if it wasn't what you wanted.

He was neither a selfless nor selfish person, but he knew you, and you were as selfless as they came. You would give up everything you’ve worked so hard for to follow him if he asked, completely setting aside your own whims to entertain his. Tendou shoved the envelope into his bag and hurried up the stairs to your apartment, trying desperately to will away the unwanted feeling that gnawed at him as he flashed you his usual Cheshire grin.

 In 12 months, he would be leaving for Paris to begin a paid apprenticeship with one of the most famous Parisian Chocolate Boutiques, working directly under the famous Sculptor and Chocolatier Patrick Roger himself - and you would not be going with him.

There wasn’t any way to break that news to you now, not when you were still so unwilling to stand on your own. He knew he needed to nudge you out of the nest the two of you built, reminding you of your independence, and hopefully, the will to chase your own dreams. He grabbed the pickle jar from under the sink, took a little extra from his own savings, and began the search to find you a new nest, one with more room for you to finally learn to fly. 

“I’m sorry, you what?” Your body twisted toward him at the news, eyes bulging out of your skull. 

“I bought a new location. In Osaka! Trendy neighborhood, good lighting, pretty cheap actually-”

“When?! How?! With what-” your voice died in your throat as you picked yourself off the floor and scrambled to the kitchen. You ripped open the cabinet underneath the sink and fished around, a grunt of victory leaving you as you felt your fingers clasp around the familiar lid. Successfully retrieving the pickle jar from the depths of the cabinet, the faint glow of the kitchen light brought the full makeshift bank into view, and you couldn’t help but gawk when you saw its emptiness. 

“Tendou, why...” Your voice trailed off as your brain began to flood with worry. What made him decide to just buy a new location without talking to you first? It’s not like you would have said no. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of betrayal at the notion that he didn’t value your opinion as a business partner. Feet pattered against the linoleum as he rushed to stand in front of you, and your lifted your eyes to lock onto his own. The usual mirth that accompanied his features was ever present, but you knew him well enough to see the tiny sheen of something else that rippled over his features. Guilt?

“Paradis, it’s nothing against you, I promise. I just...I wanted it to be a surprise,” he explained, crouching down so he could maintain an even eye level with you. “I forgot you’re not a huge fan of them.” Your lack of response was probably beginning to gnaw at him, you thought, but whenever you tried to come up with something to say, it fizzled before it could reach your tongue.

“I saw your notebook, Y/n,” he mumbled. “You have so many plans for Paradis, and they’re all amazing! This new place has all the room to make your ideas on the page come to life. You could have a dining area, expand the menu, try new crazy things - this location can be your passion project; your baby.”  

Spontaneity wasn’t a new trait for Tendou. There were days where he would come home, tell you to collect your things, and wisk you away on a road trip for two days with no destination in mind, no other notice except a quick text to the team to take care of the shop while you two were away. Generally, you didn’t mind his antics, but this seemed next level, and you couldn’t ignore the feeling that it came with ulterior motives. 

Something else nagged at the back of your mind too - if you were going to Osaka, was Tendou coming with you? Was he staying here? What about the apartment? There’s no way he can keep it up himself. How did he get the money for a location in Osaka of all places-

Your brain shut down the moment Tendou’s finger poked in between your eyebrows.

“Paradis, you’re gonna get wrinkles. I already took care of everything, so ask me whatever you wanna know.” You sat on his words for a moment, rifling through the growing number of questions to deem which one most important.

“Are you coming with me?” His silence was loud enough to answer for him, and you looked down. You haven’t done any of this on your own before. You’ve always had someone’s arm held out to you to hang onto whenever life tried to rear its ugly head and swallow you. 

“I won’t be able to do it all myself, Ten.” Tendou frowned. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Y/n. You can always call me if you end up stuck. Also,” he pulled out his phone as if to confirm his next words. “Kuguri has been wanting to move out of Tokyo for a fat minute now. He said he’s totally down to go with you.”

The news of Kuguri accompanying you lifted a huge amount of pressure off you. At least you weren’t going up there alone. Your thoughts drifted to the potential Osaka had just granted you; A new opportunity, a blank slate for your ideas to come to life. You could finally try things you’ve always wanted to with this new location. The worry that plagued you began to dissipate, excitement taking over as you brought your eyes to meet Tendou’s once more.

“When are we supposed to leave?” Tendou grins, and places his hand over the one you had resting on top of the pickle jar.

“Three weeks.”

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Fun facts - 

I promise this is an Osamu x reader lmao just give it time

For Tendou’s apprenticeship, I combined two popular Parisian Chocolate companies: Patrick Roger, who’s style just seems so Avant Garde and very Tendou energy, and decided to make him the head of the popular chocolate boutique  La Maison du Chocolat, solely because I thought the name was very ~French~ and ~Fancy~ lol.

I know nothing of Chocolate or France tbh - I got my info from this Vogue Article that you can read here.

A/N: So sorry for the wait with Chapter three!! I was kind of struggling with which route would best keep the plot rolling the way I want it to. I hope you guys don’t mind that this chapter is entirely written, next chapter will def have more social media caps! As always, thank you so much for reading, feel free to shoot me an ask and engage or ask to be added to the Taglist!! 

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Being married to Ezekiel Reyes was wonderful. He was kind, gentle, generous, caring, smart and of course very handsome. The first time you saw him you knew you had to pursue him and you were not disappointed. The one downside to being married to EZ was the MC he was a part of. It was very dangerous and borderline terrifying but you knew early on in your relationship that he would never leave the club.

You eventually accepted that fact because he was just too good a man to let go off. You had been together for 3 years now and married for 1. You knew that getting married after 2 years together could have been a mistake but you knew straight away that EZ was the one.

You never got involved in club business. You knew the ins and outs of what went on but you stayed away from the clubhouse unless there was a party happening. You could never turn down a party and seeing your husband completely relaxed and having fun was one of your favourite things to see.

A loud bang downstairs woke you up from your sleep. You patted EZ’s side of the bed and you felt nothing. You quickly checked the time and it was 1am. Usually he was home by now. Another loud bang followed the last one and you swore it sounded like someone kicking your door. If EZ forgot his keys he knew where the spare one was kept so you knew it wasn’t him. You dialled his number and he picked up after a few rings.

“There’s someone trying to get in our house EZ” you whispered. “Where are you?” You knew you should probably be more alarmed or scared but the adrenaline had kicked in and honestly you felt nothing.

You heard the sound of chairs scraping and the sound of your husband’s voice telling you he was coming home right now. But he was going to be too late. Whoever was trying to get in had succeeded and you could hear the sounds of multiple footsteps running up the stairs as fast as lightening. The figures entered your room and you were able to count 6 people with balaclavas on before they threw a sack over your head and pulled you out your bed.

“Get her in the van” you heard one of the men say to someone. “Quickly”.

You heard the sound of the doors opening and you were thrown into what you assumed was the back of the van. You heard someone climb in after you and felt their presence infront of you.

“Who are you?” you asked them. They hadn’t covered your mouth which was a rookie mistake on their part. You didn’t know when to be quiet which usually didn’t end well for you.

“Shut the fuck up bitch” the man leered at you. “if you speak again I will put a bullet between your eyes” you didn’t doubt the threat but you wanted to challenge him anyway.

“Do you know who my husband is? He will find you in to time and he will put a bullet between your eyes”. You felt a sharp pain on the side of your head and the last thing you remember is the cold trickle of blood running down your temple.

You woke up and noticed that the sack was now off your head. You looked at your surrounding and realised you were in what looked like a basement. There were stairs which you assumed lead up to the house and a chair and rope infront of you and a flannel and water. The windows were boarded but they were kind enough to light 2 candles for you so you could see your surroundings. You went to stand up but you noticed your hands were handcuffed to a radiator beside you and there was no way you were breaking out of them.

Panic was setting in now. You were claustrophobic and that mixed together with fear wasn’t helping you. The door opened and you saw 2 men clamber down the stairs still wearing their balaclavas. One of them had a gun and the other one had a phone.

“Call your husband and tell him if he wants to see you alive again the Mayans better give me what I want”. You shakily told the man EZ’s number so he could dial it. He put it on speaker and the familiar voice of your husband had you breaking down in tears. He recognised your cry anywhere.

“Where are you mi amor?” he asked “are you ok?”                                                  

“She’s fine estúpido” (asshole). “Tell him” The man roughly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to the phone causing you to yelp in pain.

“He says if you don’t give him what he wants you won’t see me alive again” and then the man hung up.

“You better hope your husband pulls through” he spat at you. He gestured for the other man to pass him the gun and he hit you across the other side of the face with it. Your last thought before you blacked out was that you hoped you could see EZ again.

The sound of gunshots woke you up dazed. The taste and smell of blood was pungent and it made you want to vomit. Everything was so loud and made you dizzy. The gunshots seemed to stop just as quickly as they started and the door to the basement opened and you cried at the sight of EZ heading towards you. “Shhh I’ve got you” EZ pulled your body into his, being careful not to touch your head until it was patched up.

“Hermano find something to get these handcuffs off” You didn’t see Angel standing behind EZ until EZ addressed him.

“We got them querida, all 5 of them” Ez soothed in your ear.

“There were 6, I saw them in our bedroom before they took me” you tearfully explained.

“MIERDA!” your husband was angry. “I’m gonna find that el pendejo (motherfucker) and make him wish he was never born”. Angel came back with some bolt cutters he found and EZ freed you from the handcuffs. You immediately stood up and wrapped your arms around him, calming down immediately.

“I don’t need a hero, I need my husband” You grabbed EZ’s head in your hands and made him look into your eyes. “He can wait, please just take me home”.

He nodded and helped you out to the van that was waiting. You noticed the rest of the Mayans digging holes to put the bodies in. EZ got you into the van and promised he would be back shortly. You saw him walk over to Bishop and whisper something in his ear. You saw the President nod and pull EZ in for a hug. You knew that your husband probably told Bish that there was still another man unaccounted it. And you knew that they would make it their top priority to find him and torture him for what he put you through.

EZ vowed for the rest of his life that he would keep you safe and nothing like that would ever happen to you ever again.

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𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝑪'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 ♡

Aizawa (Eraser Head)

Very very cuddly sleeper. Especially after the USJ incident, he just craves more physical touch. He doesn’t show it in public but in private he really needs someone to rely on after all this. And he gets that when he’s home with you :))

He loves having his partner close to him, it gives him comfort having you close by. Plus he wants to make sure you’re safe, he’s well aware there’s people out there who are capable of taking you and using you as a way to get to him.

Most nights he chooses one of two positions. It’s either the two of you entangled together between the sheets or you resting your head on his chest with a leg slung over his hip.

On more demanding days you’ll usually sleep tangled up together, he likes having as much of you on him as possible. Your warmth is grounding and comforting to him. It helps him recharge after these days.

On normal days you’ll just sleep with your head on his chest. It’s just a comfortable classic that lets you be close to him but also have breathability. 

But also Aizawa is a motherfucking furnace and sometimes you wake up sweating from the heat under the covers so this position is great from when it gets too hot for you

Oh forgot to mention this earlier but this is exactly why your room is always cold as hell. Because you both know that when you sleep, the room needs to be super cold to be able to sleep together.

If he’s having a hard day you can easily put him to sleep by just running your hands through his hair as you cuddle on the couch. Usually he lays on top of you with his head on your chest as you watch some dumb show (you both cant stand the news to be honest so you never watch them).

When he comes home and sees you asleep in bed, he loves to come in and spoon you. He just loves protecting you okay??? Please let him, he loves you so much.

Toshinori (All Might)

Doing this in small might form because I feel like small might doesn’t get enough love and I just love him

Sleeping with Toshi is, well, it’s difficult. You have to remember that someone is completely vulnerable in their sleep. Add on top of that the vulnerability he feels now that he doesn’t have One for All. It just makes it very difficult to sleep. 

So when you come along he tells you to not to worry when he doesn’t sleep at the same times you do. 

At first you think it’s just how he is. Probably different schedules and what not. Curiosity killed the cat, so one night you feign sleep and wait for him to come to bed. Just to see what time he sleeps right?

Except, he doesn’t come to bed. At all. 

You find him fast asleep over some papers he’d been grading. Quickly you learn that Toshi can’t fall asleep naturally, he basically collapses with sleep while doing something. That’s the only way he can really sleep. 

You help ease him into sleeping naturally though, bit by bit. The first step is asking him to bring his work into your room. 

“It just makes me feel safe when I know you’re in the room with me.” 

He won’t admit it but the sounds of your breathing while you sleep lure him to bed and he’ll just hold you while you sleep. 

He actually starts to feel safer around you which means that some nights he’ll actually doze off while holding you. This eventually snowballs to him being to naturally sleep but JUST with you. 

In the case that you’re not around he’ll grab some oversized shirt of yours and throw it on. Your scent will help lull him to sleep. 

He’s another one that likes sleeping with your head on his chest. Mostly because one night he asked why you liked sleeping like that and he replied, “It makes me feel safe. Like you’re protecting me.” 

And that was that. 

But he occasionally likes to lay his head on your chest, usually on nights where he just needs to be held and loved. 

He loves loves loves when people play with his hair. He feels like it’s something so intimate he’s missed out on a lot because he was the symbol of peace. 

I really think this man is touched starved like, I know he’s one of the most popular men in the world but I feel like he really spent so much of his All Might time rescuing people that he didn’t you know do relationships and stuff. 

So when you do things like that or cuddle with him in bed he loves it.

I love small might so much wow

PS: Always shares the blanket no hogging

Kamihara (Edgeshot)

OKAY LSITEN

LISTEN

YOU KNOW HOW I SAID BEFORE ALL MIGHT HAS A HARD TIME SLEEPING?

EDGESHOT IS LIKE THE 180 this man can sleep ANYWHERE!!!

Prove me wrong, that’s right, you can’t

He can literally sleep anywhere! Him and Aizawa? Both of them will fall asleep in the most random places!!

Despite that though, he is the world’s lightest sleeper. It’s like a switch, he can knock out in an instant and then be up and ready to go in like a second. 

It also works for when someone thinks about sneaking up on him and he wakes up instantly but won’t show he’s awake. If he senses danger he’ll use his quirk to fold himself into a string and essentially disappear from view. 

If it’s you then be prepared for a launch because he’ll just jump out and squeeze you tight as hell.

Anyways these are sleeping hc’s so leggo

At first Edgeshot’s kinda wack to sleep with because he’s so used to sleeping by himself that when you first sleep together he sleeps WITH HIS BACK TO YOU.

I kid you not this man really said “G’night” and rolled over. Feelings kinda hurt ngl but still

But once he gets used to you??? God he’ll be tangling himself with you. 

I’m talking like legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, HIS HAIR PULLED BACK AND AWAY FROM HIS FACE ?? (which is something he only does around you btw)  You’re so tied up you don’t know where one of you starts and where the other begins honestly but you love being wrapped up in him.

Expect to come home and find him asleep in the most odd places in the most odd positions.

When you go to drag him to bed he just pulls you in and wraps himself around you and basically entraps you in a bear hug while he asks you about your day.

With Kamihara you can go to sleep wrapped up in each other but then wake up the next day with just you holding hands but on opposite sides of the bed. 

You know you love each other but sometimes you need your own spaces while you sleep but you still hold each other somehow even if it’s just your hands. 

IS THAT BITCH THAT TAKES ALL THE BLANKETS WHEN HE ROLLS OVER IN HIS SLEEP

Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

BABYYYYYYYY this man is just a baby

I just wanted y’all to know I love Fat Gum we’d love each other very much

Anyways

Another one who falls asleep as soon as his head hits a pillow or falls asleep quick

He’s just tired from patrolling all the time okay? Give him a break when he’s using his quirk he’s on his feet all day he just wants to rest. 

Remember how I said Edgeshot’s a light sleeper? 

Fat Gum is the OPPOSITE this man could sleep through an explosion and you know what? You probably can too if you’re sleeping next to him

Okay this is weird but y’all know how when you’re walking with someone and sometimes you sling your arm over their shoulders and they do the same?

You both do that but on your stomachs when you sleep. Like arm over your arm over his shoulder, his arm over your shoulders, both of you have like an arm under each of your respective pillows

And you just lay there and decompress and talk about your day as you slowly fall asleep.

Sometimes when you fall asleep first he just lays there looking at your face as you sleep because he finds you so amazing and loves you so so much

If you roll away from him during the night then you’ll probably wake up to him spooning you. Aaaaa he’ll always search for you when you separate in the night. It’s so cute

Favorite way to sleep is probably with your head on his chest and your leg thrown over him.

But if he comes home and you’re dead asleep he’ll probably just snuggle up to you and put his head on your chest and then go to sleep :’)

He’s the type to accidentally hog the covers like on the nights where you sometimes end up on opposite sides of the bed, he’s rolled over and taken the covers with him.

It’s okay because you’ve learned to keep an extra blanket on hand

As well as some snacks when he get hungry

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Heaven for Everyone

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys!

It has been an age since I have posted some Robyn and Taron and as I explained earlier, I am breaking my rule of not posting unless I have another fic on the go but it’s been too long and I just don’t know when I am going to start the next story so I would rather share what I have so far with all of you.

I am actually getting used to the pink of my laptop so writing has become easier however, I realised that it messes with the colours of my pictures for my chapters so I hope the ones I picked are ok!

Anywhoo, enjoy this next series and thanks for sticking around. So much harder to write these days as I have been so stupidly busy.

Lots of love Suze xxx

*I don’t know Taron or his family and this is all just fiction*

PS I don’t normally tag people but because it has been a while... @fuseburner​ @hitmeonmytspot​ @primaba11erina​ @turkish276​ @tronder1​ @killingkitties​ Sorry if I forgot anyone! xxx

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“Mules had nothing on me when it came to being stubborn.”

Robyn groaned, cursed and then hissed in pain as she let go of the handle of her small case, switching to hold it with her left hand instead. She was tired, cranky and in no form for trying to battle her way once more through another airport crowd. Dublin was bad enough but Heathrow was always heaving and she walked with speed towards the exit of the baggage claim to get out into the fresh air outside the arrival’s hall.

Any excited thoughts of seeing Taron again were at the back of her mind and she yawned as she walked bringing her right hand to her face to rub her eyes, cringing again as a twinge seared through her right hand. Her last twenty-four hours had not been what she had expected and as she made her way through the airport, she felt very overdressed in her smart black pants and fitted white check suit jacket but she didn’t have time to change her clothes before she left for the airport. She was quickly getting very used to rushing when it was anything to do with traveling Taron but her rush this time was caused by her own misfortune.

She had spent the last eighteen odd hours sitting in the reception of a private medical clinic in Dublin waiting for an X-ray. It was her own fault really and when the outdoor gate to the garden of the creche slammed shut, she hadn’t been keeping an eye on it and she should have known better when the door was notorious for slamming closed with the wind. Just so happened her right hand rested on the metal door frame as the door slammed, catching her hand between the metal frame on both sides of the gate and her high pitch scream was loud enough for Emma to come running, thinking something had happened to one of the children who were outside playing. Emma quickly opened the gate and Robyn cradled her right hand, tears on cheeks as a sharp deep pain ran through her, a long black bruise already formed on the back of her hand and palm of her skin, her hand trembling in agony.

Robyn walked into the creche, Emma on her heels and ran the cold water in the sink in the kitchen, gingerly putting her hand under the cold spray, moaning as the light trickle of water hurt her.

“You need ice, not water.” Emma grabbed a cold compress from the fridge which they used for the children and wrapped it in a tea towel bringing it over to Robyn at the sink. “Here.”

Robyn let Emma wrap the compress around her hand but she cringed and whimpered as Emma placed too much pressure on her hand. “Ow stop.” She pulled her shaking hand away.

“Can you move your fingers.” Asked Emma as she guided Robyn to one of the chairs at the table, making her sit down, seeing her cheeks pale. With a hurtful sob Robyn carefully moved her fingers one by one but if she tried to close her hand it stretched agonisingly against the quickly deepening bruising.

“Robyn you need to go and get this hand checked out.” Emma placed the useless cold compress on the table and she then very carefully lifted her supervisors hand, turning it over. “It looks really bad Robyn.” Along with the black, blue and purple bruises that covered her hand, there was an obvious line of blood where the gate had actually broken the delicate skin of her hand on both sides.

Robyn looked to Emma with sad watery eyes. “Taron.” She said quietly, watching as her manager walked to the press to pull out a first aid box and put it on the table. Emma opened the black tabs and flicked the lid over, routing through all the plasters and bandages to pull out some antiseptic wipes. “The premier.” Robyn added in a whisper as Emma ripped open the first packet, taking the wipe out and gently took her hand, very carefully wiped the long graze with the antiseptic liquid feeling Robyn immediately try to pull her hand back but Emma kept a somewhat tight hold of her hand to prevent her from drawing it back to her chest.

“Taron is not going anywhere Robyn and will still be there whether you arrive tomorrow or Friday.”

“My flight is tomorrow!” Robyn cried.

“And weren’t you the one telling him only two days ago that his health comes first? So does yours. You need to get this seen too. Your fingers are shaking.”

“It hurts.” Robyn replied looking to her swollen and damaged hand, hissing as Emma hit a very tender spot on the palm of her hand with the antiseptic wipe.

“The most perfect sign that you need to go to the hospital.” Emma discarded the bloodied antiseptic wipes into the bin and picked up the instant ice pack which she crushed to activate the cold inside. She pulled some paper hand towels from the dispenser behind Robyn’s head and wrapped the ice pack in two towels on either side before she placed it on the back of Robyn’s hand, feeling her pull back again but she held her hand in place. “You need this. Your hand is swollen and the ice will help but more important you need a doctor.”

“Emma I will be sitting waiting for ages. This weekend is so important to Taron”

“And the weekend will still be there but your damaged hand may not. The bruising is turning black Robyn. I’d imagine you’ve done some sort of damage to your hand. You need to get it checked out and make sure you haven’t injured any of the tendons. That blasted gate.” Emma fumed.

“It was my own fault.” Robyn admitted. “I know well that the gate slams. I just wasn’t watching what I was doing.” She grumbled. “I should have been paying more attention.” Robyn took a long breathe. “Emma, I have to go to Taron. I promised him I would go. He has organised the whole weekend for me, helped Stella get me a dress, made plans with his publicist and organised the hotel too.”

“Robyn…”

“I need to see him Emma. He was still so ill on Monday morning when I left him. Talking on the phone is not the same as physically seeing him, even though I can hear the change in his voice, I need to actually see him.” Robyn looked to her manager. “I promised him Emma. The few days together are so important to him and he has been such a wonderful friend to me, coming to spend St Patrick’s Day in Kilcreen and then coming for RENT and coming early too and setting up the tent and...”

“Robyn…”

“It’s just something I have to do. Go and see him. Support him for his movie.”

Emma watched as the words ran from Robyn’s mouth, her whole body becoming overly fidgety as she spoke, her tone clear with yearning for the need to see Taron. “Robyn, I know how much your time with Taron means to you and how excited you have been for this weekend even more so after what happened last weekend. I know how much you love him, how this man means the world to you but this hand needs to be tended to by a doctor.”

“Emma…”

“Go to one of the swift care clinics Robyn. You have private health care insurance. You know they take half the time compared to a hospital.”

“Yeah I suppose.”

“There is no suppose Robyn. I am not letting you fly anywhere until you get this checked and I can easily get Taron’s phone number from your phone and tell him what happened.”

“Ok Ok no. No!” She repeated with a firmer tone. “Don’t call Taron. He doesn’t need to know. He has already been through enough.”

“So, who am I calling to take you to the hospital?”

It was her dad who drove her in, maybe speeding a little too fast to get her into a private clinic and once inside Robyn thought it would have been a quick visit but after she spoke to reception, she realised she was in for a long wait as the medical service was backed up. Robyn told her father to go home and she sat for five hours before she was even seen too, the doctor booking her in for an X-ray but that took another couple of hours and then she had to get an MRI of her hand too and as Robyn was picked up by her father once more just after ten am the next morning, she was completely pushed for time to get ready to fly to London to meet Taron. She was so thankful for having her case packed the night before and only had to throw in a few extra things, her dad driving her to airport to catch her flight. A flight she was fully intending on making despite her wrapped and swollen hand.

The doctor had summarised that her hand was not broken but very badly bruised and luckily the MRI scan had shown that she had not damaged any tendons but was going to be severely bruised for a few weeks, finding the use of her hand hard and painful until the bruising and swelling eased up. He had cleaned the straight line wound again and wrapped her hand loosely, not putting too much pressure on it and prescribed her some painkillers, advising her to keep it elevated in a sling when at home in the evening and to avoid using her right hand for a few days.

So far she had not kept her hand elevated and probably used it more than she should have and was struggling with only having the use of her left hand even though she naturally did things with her left hand but she was getting frustrated with everything around her and the fact that she hadn’t told Taron what had happened yet was weighing heavily on her mind especially after she had lectured him on keeping his health as his main priority. Even unlocking her phone was a problem as she used the finger print of the right index finger of her right hand normally but had to hold the phone her in throbbing hand and unlock it with the pin code now.

Thankfully having Taron on speed dial made things a little easier for her and she made her way into a little corner of the terminal to make her call so she didn’t have to try and pull her case with her sore hand.

“Hey chicken!”

His voice was light and excited and she held in the sigh she was desperate to make. His whole mood had lifted each day she had spoken to him and he was finally feeling like his old self, though he still coughed every now and again.

“Hey Taron.”

“So, you’ve landed then?”

“Yep. Heading for the exit. How has your morning been?”

“Tiring but good. Early morning TV is always a treat.” He replied with a chuckle. His recovery was quick as he didn’t leave the hotel bed in Paris until he had to get his flight to London and the complete rest and antibiotics quickly cleared his chest infection though he still found himself coughing at times, even doing so on live TV, apologising to the presenter afterwards.

“I am glad it went well Taron.” Robyn had hoped he wasn’t pushing himself again but she had been able to watch the interview on her phone while sitting in A&E and he was animate, smiling and laughing and it was a wonderful sight to see and hear. His whole face beamed and in a way, she was so glad he was caught coughing on camera as it further explained the truth in the story of why his press junket ended so suddenly. Once again, the media had been extremely accepting of Taron’s circumstances and Robyn’s visit to him, which came across as a very quick one, as no one did actually see her leave his hotel and her visit was only seen as a supportive gesture to Taron as he sat sick in his hotel room.

“Me too Robyn. I was dreading it to be honest especially after what happened in Paris but it was fine.”

She found a small smile on her lips, her right hand held against her chest as it throbbed. “I watched it.”

“You did?”

“Sure I did.”

“So you got up early to watch me on TV at seven.”

Robyn inwardly groaned as she nearly got caught up in her lie. “Of course I did Taron.” She quickly replied. “Biggest supporter, remember? And I watched it on my phone in bed cuddled with cwtch under the covers.”

He chuckled. “Yeah I know and I am glad cwtch saw it too. I miss that dinosaur.” Robyn found herself rolling her eyes at his comment. “Have you walked out of the exit yet?” He asked her.

“Not yet.”

“Ok well it won’t be Anthony this time picking you up. I have organised a different driver for you that will bring you to the hotel. He will be holding a sign with your name. He is called Clive.”

“That’s fine Taron. What time do you think you will arrive at?”

“Hopefully just before five. I have a few more phone interviews to do, to make up for missing the ones during the week.”

“Taron…”

He immediately heard the warning in her voice. “All organised last-minute Robyn once I was feeling so much better and I am happy to make up for the ones I missed. It’s an hour tops and then I will be on my way to you.” He heard the long sigh that came from her. “And I am free for the rest of the day and I have a dinner to make up to you.”

Robyn looked to her aching hand. She was really in no mood for dinner, trying to find something to wear and going out. She was exhausted with no sleep the night before and still trying to catch up on lost sleep over the weekend previous, she was desperate for a shower and a nap. “Let’s see how you go with your timing Taron.”

“I will be with you around five Robyn. It’s just after two thirty. Go and head to the hotel room and I will see you very soon.”

“Ok Taron.”

“Robyn are you ok? You seem, well I don’t know. Quiet. Not as argumentative with me as your normally are.”

“I am fine Taron.”

“You still nervous about tomorrow?”

“A little. Yeah.” She hoped her voice was steady. She was very nervous about the premier but right now it wasn’t her main concern. It was his reaction when he saw what had happened to her and how she hadn’t been upfront with him straight away.  

“Anything else I can say to ease your mind?” He asked with genuine concern and a softness to his voice.

Robyn felt even worse about her lie to him now. “You have been wonderful Taron. Just some jitters. They will pass.” She closed her eyes as a burning sensation travelled through her hand as she bent her fingers without thinking.

“I will be right beside you.”

“I know.”

Taron looked over his shoulder felt a hand rest there, Lyndsey behind him giving him a nod. “Robyn I gotta go but I will see you very soon ok? Go back to the hotel room and have a nap.”

“Naps are no fun my myself.” She replied, a little smirk on her lips, smiling as Taron laughed. “But I will raid the mini bar instead and watch the TV.”

“Sure Robyn. Go wild.”

“I will. See you soon rocketman.”

Robyn ended the call and awkwardly put her phone in her shoulder bag but dropped her case on the ground, followed by her bag which slipped off her shoulder. She cursed as all of her belongings ended up on the ground.  Picking up her shoulder bag, she used her left hand to put it over her head and then swivel it around so the bag rested at her left hip. Reaching down she picked up her case and finally made her way out of baggage claim and into the arrivals hall where she immediately saw a very well-dressed man holding a sign with her name. She walked over to him.

“Hi I’m Robyn.”

“Miss Quinn. Nice to meet you. I am Clive.” He held out his right hand to shake hers and without thinking, Robyn did the same and she recoiled immediately as he shook her hand hard and she opened her fingers to let his hand go.

“Sorry. Sorry.” She quickly apologised. “I’ve hurt my hand.”

“Oh no sorry.” Clive instantly let go of her hand. “I have a strong handshake. Let me take your bag and we can get going to the hotel.”

“Great.” She gladly let him take her case, happy to not have to drag it any more. “Thank you.”

“This way.”

Robyn followed the driver out of the airport and to the set down only area where the blacked-out car was waiting for her. Clive opened the door for her, allowing her to get into the car while he took care of her case. She sat on the left side of the car so it would be easier for her to get her seatbelt on and once buckled in, realised she hadn’t taken her bag from off her shoulder, so unbuckled the seatbelt to take her bag off before strapping herself back in. Once she was finally ready for the car journey, Clive was back in the driver’s seat.

“It’ll be about an hour with traffic Robyn.”

“That’s ok Clive.”

“We will be there around half three.”

Robyn nodded and closed her eyes, laying her head back against the seat. One of the perks she was becoming very thankful for in knowing Taron was that she never had to drag a suitcase through the London underground any more and having him organise a driver to ferry her around was quickly something she was getting very accustomed to.

A fifty-minute driver later, Clive dropped her off at her hotel for her stay for the next two nights, passing her bag onto one of the staff at the hotel door. After she had thanked Clive, Robyn stood staring at the stone brick walls of the Montcalm hotel Taron had given her the details of at Marble Arch. It was another stunning hotel, with beautiful red brick walls and two pillars at the front glass entrance to the lobby. Robyn was suddenly glad she hadn’t had the chance to change out her work clothes because as she walked through the white marble lobby, decorated in fine and ornate gold details, she felt more suited to the hotel in her work clothes compared to her normal gear of jeans and a jumper. Her smart work clothes made her feel like she belonged in this extremely expensive hotel. The staff employee with her suitcase had already left it at reception for her and gave her a smile as she walked past him which she returned. Robyn approached the marble lit reception desk with a tired smile.

“Good afternoon ma’am.” The woman behind the desk smiled.

“I would like to check in please.” Robyn replied.

“Can I get the name of the booking please?”

“Sure. It’s Taron Egerton.”

The woman at the computer did a slight double take with the name she mentioned but typed Taron’s name into the computer, her eyes glancing to the lady in front of her before going back to the screen and typing some more. “Is there another name on the booking?” The receptionist asked.

Robyn looked to her. “Taron told me the booking was under his name. A room for two nights for two guests.”

“No other name?” She asked again.

“Maybe Robyn Quinn? That’s me.”

“Do you happen to have any ID on you?”

Robyn was way too tired to dealing with the uncalled attitude from the woman but opened her bag to pull out her purse, handing over her Irish driving licence. She waited as the receptionist looked to and from the photo on the pink piece of paper before she handed it back over.

“Ok so two nights in one of our Park Lane Suites.” The receptionist handed over a piece of paper. “Can you sign here please?”

Robyn looked to her right hand. Holding a pen was possible. Holding a pen tight enough to sign her name was going to be a problem but she refused to show the woman who stood in front of her, judging her, that she was incapable of signing her name. So with a shaky hand, ignoring the tremors of pain, she signed her name on the page, glancing at the price of the room for two nights, keeping her face as still as possible so her shock couldn’t be seen. The extravagance of the hotels she was getting to stay in had quickly upped its game and price and as she slid the paper back across the counter, she was wondering if Taron had paid for the stay from his own pocket. She watched as the receptionist typed some more into the computer. “And you are a guest of Mr. Egerton?”

“I am his friend who is staying with him at the hotel for the next two nights.” Robyn replied.

“So his guest?”

“His friend.” Robyn said with a firm tone. “Shall I just ring Taron for you to let him confirmed his reservation?”

“No need. I have you both here.”

“Fantastic. So I can check in then.”

The receptionist looked to her with a raised eyebrow. “Just getting your keys sorted now.”

“Wonderful.”

With a few more clicks her keyboard, an impatient sound coming from the typing, Robyn waited for about twenty seconds before the room card keys were pushed her way. “All checked in. Room three three three, third floor. With your booking, you have full use of the wellness centre, pool and gym. There is also a free spa treatment included in your booking which you can arrange by dialling nine on your phone. That will put you directly through the to the wellness centre and spa. Your suite also gives you access to the club lounge and the breakfast buffet as well as reservations for dinner and lunch in our Crescent restaurant which you can book through us here at reception. You can take the lifts to the left to the third floor to get to your room.” The receptionist looked to Robyn. “Do you know what time Mr Egerton will be arriving at?” She asked with a wicked smile.

“I am not actually too sure. Mr Egerton is quite busy at the moment and his schedule is not running to a timed plan but as I know what room we are in; I can easily give him a quick phone call to let him know and he can just come on up to our room. No point in him calling to reception when I can just contact him myself.” Robyn slid the keys towards her and picked them up. “Anything else I need to know?”

“Are you Robyn?” Another woman came to stand behind the reception desk with a badge that said ‘manager’ on it. “Robyn Quinn?”

Robyn looked to the smartly dressed lady and nodded. “Yeah I am.”

“My name is Cleo. I am one of the managers here at the hotel. Taron called earlier. Wanted to make sure your check in went as smooth as possible explaining he was caught up in work and would be arriving later. Everything ok for you so far?”

Robyn looked to the first receptionist with a slight smirk and then back to the manager. “Everything has been fine so far thank you.”

“Good. I am glad. Taron has also asked me to keep one of the room keys here at reception for him. He will get it when he arrives and then he can let himself into the room. Said something about naps.”

Robyn felt her cheeks blush but handed back one of the keys. “That is fine by me.”

“So anything I can do for you Robyn?”

“At the moment, no thank you.”

“Well if you need anything please don’t hesitate to call reception. Gloria here will be very happy to help you or myself. Would you like some help with your bag to your room?”

“Do you know, I think I can manage it myself thanks.”

“Please enjoy all our facilities Robyn. You have full access to the spa too.”

“Gloria was telling me about that.” She looked to the receptionist who was flushed red with her annoyance. “I might wait until Taron arrives before we both decide to use your spa facilities. After his day of work, he might enjoy a dip in the pool.”

“Sure. It opens till nine anyway so you have lots of time to take a wander to it and please do take a swim. The pool is heated.”

Robyn smiled. “We might just do that. Thank you so very much.” She looked to Gloria with a grin. “I will be sure to call if I need anything.”

Making sure to take her case with her left hand, Robyn turned away from reception feeling a sense of accomplishment and victory and walked to the lifts, though now without the distraction of the smart-arse receptionist, her focus was back on how tired she felt and how her hand still ached. Once in the lift she pressed the button for floor number three and when the door opened on the third floor, she was met with a stark dark contrast to the brightness of the white lobby downstairs. The corridors had black walls, doors and ceiling, the carpet a black colour too and although it should have made the hotel seem gloomy and dull, the spotlighting in the ceiling and along the floor added a second layer of colour and light and it was spotless. Robyn walked down the soft carpet, feeling it bounce under her feet and she could only grin as she reached room three three three, the corner room.

“Bloody corner rooms.” She murmured letting go of her case. Her injured hand was making the easiest of tasks, like holding her belongings and opening a hotel door impossible but somehow, she managed to hold the key against the black lock and a little white light appeared letting her know the door was unlocked. Now faced with another every day task of opening the door, Robyn pushed down on the handle with her left hand and used her hip to hold the door open while she grabbed her case and almost stumbled into the room.

She stopped and stared in front of her, the door closing of its own accord behind her. Leaving the case where it was, Robyn walked further into the room. In front of her was a large living area with a very comfortable looking two-seater grey couch, desk, TV mounted to the wall and coffee table, a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket with two glasses on it. To her left and behind her a bathroom, with full size bath come shower, toilet and sink. It was spacious and elegant, little touches like a plant and some pictures on the wall to add some more dept to the room. The window was large and let natural light in through the net curtain, dark gold curtains pushed back against the cream colour walls.

“Where is the bed?” Robyn asked out loud. “Only a chair.” She noticed another door to her right. “Couldn’t be.”

She opened it and walked through and her jaw dropped. To her right was not only a very large bed but a very large four poster bed with curtains. The wooden frame had dark brown curtains with a white checked pattern and they matched the yellow and brown bedding and pillows. Robyn walked into the room and tried to take everything in around her. She headed straight for the bed, her hands running down the curtains. She had never seen a four-poster bed before, let alone have the opportunity to sleep in one and she definitely would have made a run and jump on the bed if she knew both hands could catch herself but she wouldn’t risk the move. She walked to windows, the brown and yellow curtains matching in with the bedding perfectly. Taking a glance out the windows, their view was of some street of London but if she looked to her left, she could see Marble Arch through the curtains, Hyde Park behind it. She strolled past the bed and quickly realised there was another bathroom in the suite and again black was the main colour of focus with white furnishings, another full-sized bath and rainfall shower.

“Your gonna love that Taron.” Robyn mused as she leaned against the doorframe. She looked to her right and regretted the glance to the mirror. She looked a fright, her hair in a very messy bun, with no make-up on and deep black circles under her eyes. “No wonder Gloria was so bitchy. Least my clothes look good.”

Robyn headed back into the separate living area and just stood, trying to comprehend what on earth was going on with her life lately. Before she met Taron, she could happily stay in the cheapest hotel with a single bed, no room to move and the tiniest bathroom but now she was in a hotel room that was nearly bigger than her living room and kitchen together. It would never be something she could chose herself, never being able to afford it and she was quite happy to stay in the tiny rooms but taking her adventures with Taron opened her eyes to what a life of luxury actually looked like and when he was willing to share it with her, she was going to enjoy it.

She walked to her case and pulled it into the bedroom. She moved to put it on her side of the bed, looking to the bedside locker and frowned. On the locker was a tablet sitting on a silver alarm clock. She bent to look at it more clearly and the screen displayed what looked to be different functions for the room such as lights, air-conditioning and room service.

“Not touching that.” She said out loud, sitting on the side of the bed, dropping her shoulder bag into the bed, taking her phone out. She sent Taron a quick text to tell him she was checked in and settling in the room. She stood up and slightly kicked her case so it fell to the ground the right way up. She unzipped it and pulled out her toiletry bag and some more cosier clothes. She stuffed her swimsuit back into her case understanding now why Taron had asked her to bring it. The hotel had a pool which he obviously wanted them to make use of but she wasn’t too sure how that was going to work out now with her busted hand.

Robyn had to make two runs to the bathroom with all of her belongings, becoming seriously hindered by not being able to put pressure on her right hand and once she had everything she needed, closed the bathroom door and turned on the rainfall shower. It was going to be a struggle to strip and re-dress but she was going to have to find a way because her hand was going to be out of use for a least a week before she could even try to use it properly. It was certainly going to make for an interesting weekend.

Taron was giddy as he sat in the car on the way to hotel and the smile couldn’t be wiped from his face, Lyndsey teasing him as they parted ways until tomorrow.

“I like you like this. I definitely like you like this better than four days ago.”

“Don’t remind me.” Taron was still completely ashamed of the mess he had gotten himself into in Paris and was happy to try and make up some of the interviews he missed out on over the phone especially that he felt so much better, apart from an odd cough and had caught up on his sleep, his whole face bright now that his overtiredness had left him. “I am excited to see Robyn, actually properly see her this time.”

“‘Cos you didn’t see her last time?” Lyndsey asked with a grin, seeing Taron’s face flush. “I was in the hotel room in Paris with you too and I know the hotel you chose has a pool Taron.” She laughed as his neck turned red too. “So, going for a swim later?” He didn’t answer her as he pulled his jacket on. “Go and enjoy your time with her. I will meet you outside the hotel tomorrow at nine am sharp.”

Now as Taron sat in the car, the nerves that were missing from Paris were back with full vengeance and along with his nerves were his butterflies and he was very fidgety in the car and couldn’t sit still. Paris was a blur to him but this weekend was one he had been ready and waiting for, for weeks. Even before he had asked Robyn to go with him, he was ready for this premier. His health scare in Paris had opened his eyes to a lot of things and the most important one was that he knew without a doubt that Robyn was in love with him. Her affection and devotedness to him, where she put every ounce of energy she had into looking after him made it more than obvious to him. This weekend was his chance to return the favour and it was his mission to make her feel as comfortable as possible, especially as she stepped completely out of her comfort zone once again. Having him go visit her was an entirely different situation to her coming to see him for one of his events and this one wasn’t just a little red-carpet event. It was an official move premier complete with what could be described as an overwhelming media presence and Taron only wanted Robyn to feel safe.

Bringing his right hand to his mouth he coughed three times. It still lingered in his chest, normally appearing after a lot of talking or strenuous movement and his cough turned to a slight yawn. He looked out the window as he felt the car slowing down, the car pulling into the hotel he had organised for the next two nights. He had spent Wednesday at home in his flat, mostly sleeping and tiding but when Lyndsey asked if he wanted a hotel organised for the premier, Taron had to think about it for a little while. He decided in the end to book a really nice hotel for himself and Robyn for two nights, and not just a room but a suite so they would both have the space they needed to get ready the next day but more so for Robyn to get ready. Stella had a whole Friday plan in place while he was working and he was sure Stella was going to need to the space of a suite. His flat was not ideal and although not overly far from London, the hotel was much closer for travelling to Leicester Square and keeping the hotel close, meant that if they chose to leave early, their bed for the night was not too far away. He then planned to bring Robyn to his flat on Saturday so he could show her around and just relax the whole day together.

The car stopped and Taron opened the door to let himself out, thanking the driver for taking his case out for him. The Montcalm hotel was definitely one of the more extravagant hotels in London’s Bayswater district but Taron had wanted something really special for Robyn, though knew in his heart that she wasn’t any way materialistic. However, he was happy to spoil her. He wanted to spoil her.

“Thanks.” He said to the driver who had brought him from his early afternoon work to the hotel and he walked through the glass doors into the bright lobby, making his way to reception.

“Good afternoon and welcome to the Montcalm Marble Arch.” The receptionist gave him a wide smile. “How can I help you today Mr. Egerton.”

Taron felt his breathe hitch at the back of his throat. He should be used to being recognised but it still always made him slightly nervous. “I just want to check in and grab the key to my room. I know my friend has already checked in.”

“Of course. That is no problem at all. My name is Gloria and I will be able to help you with anything you need.”

“I would just like the key to my room please.”

“Sure.”

Taron watched as the woman typed on her keyboard and could feel a little frustration and annoyance building inside him. He just wanted to see Robyn and all he needed was the key to the room, having already rang the hotel earlier to ask them to keep a key at reception so he could get into his room quietly himself without disturbing Robyn if she was sleeping. He tried to hold the angry puff of air in, but it left his lips loudly. He felt like he was standing for more than a minute before she even looked to him.

“So, your guest…”

“My friend.” He quickly interrupted.

“Your friend has already checked in.”

“I know. I have been speaking with her. Can I just have my key please?” Taron asked again.

“Gloria, there is a bit of a queue forming there. Do you need help checking this man in?”

Taron looked to the second woman who walked behind reception. Glancing to her name tag, it read Cleo, the word ‘manager’ under her name. He recognised the name from the phone call he made earlier.

He took a step to his right, so he was standing more in front of the manager. “I would just like the key to my room please. I rang earlier about keeping one of the keys to my room. My friend Robyn has already checked in.”

“Yes, Mr Egerton, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I have your key right here.” Cleo reached under the desk to take the key for his room and handed it to him. “Room three three three on the third floor. Like I said to Robyn, if you need anything at all please just call down to reception and Gloria will be happy to help you out.”

Taron looked to the other woman behind the reception and shook his head. “I think Robyn and I will be ok thank you.”

Cleo looked to Gloria and then to Taron, immediately picking up on the tense atmosphere. “If you need anything at all Taron, dial zero and you can ask for myself Cleo or Stewart. We will be very happy to answer any question you have.”

“Thank you.”

Holding the key card in his left hand, Taron grabbed his case and quickly walked away from the desk, trying to turn his mood around before he saw Robyn. He was thoroughly irritated by the unprofessional behaviour of the hotels receptionist and hoped Robyn hadn’t been subjected the same nonsense. Standing in the lift, he shook his annoyance off and turned his thoughts to seeing Robyn. His excitement for the premier along with the nerves had grown and he was so ready to get dressed up with her again and share with her the movie he had finished filming because of her quick actions eight months ago.

Once out of the lift, he strolled down the dark carpet, following the numbers until he reached the suite. He knew he had maybe gone a little overboard with the suite for himself and Robyn, both having stayed in a so-called normal hotel room before but for the special occasion of a movie premier it just added to the excitement of the weekend and he just kept telling himself that the extra space would be used. He was just sorry he hadn’t been there to see Robyn’s reaction when she walked into the room because he knew it would have been a good one. He also knew their next hug was going to be an amazing one and Taron was determined to make it a tight one, ready to put his everything into hugging her, knowing it would say more than his words could for her actions last weekend.

Robyn definitely struggled a little in the shower. Not as much as she thought she was going to and that was probably down to the fact that she didn’t wash her hair. She managed to get dressed into a pair of jeans except she unexpectedly had found herself in a slight predicament with the back strap her bra. She had closed the strap but once she had pulled it up and fixed the shoulder straps, quickly realised that the back strap was twisted around and itchy and uncomfortable and she couldn’t turn her right hand the right way she needed to open it and she was so tired at everything taking so much extra effort. Her head turned at she heard her name called and recognised the soft tones of a calming male Welsh accent.

“Hey Taron.” She called back very relieved to hear him.

He had wandered into the living space and then into the bedroom. Once he didn’t see her curled up on the bed, he called her name, Taron hearing her answer him from the bathroom.

“Come out when you are ready chicken. I am gonna chill on the bed.” Taron took two steps to the bed when he stopped when he heard Robyn reply.

“Actually, could you come and help me please?”

He looked to the closed bathroom door. “Robyn?” He was completely taken aback by her answer.

“The door is unlocked. It’s ok. I kinda need your help.”

Taron shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bathroom door and opened it, shielding his eyes a little with his hand. “Robyn?” He heard her laugh a little and answer him.

“You can look Taron.”

Taking his hand away from his face, Robyn stood in front of him with her t-shirt half on, covering the front of her body. Her hair was tied up is a very messy bun, messier than normal and her face was a mix of frustration and weariness. “Can you help me?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

Robyn turned around so her back was facing him. “Can you open the back of my bra strap and close it again for me? It is all twisted.”

Taron stood shocked for a few seconds at what Robyn was asking him to do and knew she felt the hesitation from him but she turned around so her back was to him.

“Please Taron?” She looked at his reflection in the large mirror. “It’s all screwy and I can’t fix it.”

“Yeah sure of course.” He stepped closer to her. He had been in this position before, having to move her bra straps when he was cleaning her shoulder wound in Florida but he hadn’t quite been asked to actually open her bra but as he looked to the lacey black material, he could see what Robyn meant about it being screwy. The right strap was twisted around awkwardly and he couldn’t imagine it was comfortable for her. He slipped his index and middle fingers behind the soft material of Robyn’s bra and with the help of his thumbs unhooked it and then turned the right strap around it sat flat against her back. “Which row do you want it hooked into Robyn?” He asked her.

“Second please.”

As she asked him, Taron closed the hooks back in place. “All done.”

“Thank you Taron.” Feeling immediately more comfortable, Robyn used her left hand to hold the neck of t-shirt and slipped her head through, again using her left hand to fix her stripped t-shirt on her body, before she turned to Taron who was looking at her with a half grin and confused face.

“So, Robyn what is going on?” He asked her. “I mean I am sure hooking a bra is a skill a woman learns as a young teenage girl.”

“Probably the same time as teenage boy.” She chuckled back but Taron didn’t laugh.

“Robyn what is going on? You have been so different on the phone all day. You just seem a little deflated.” He reached to take her hands but she took a quick step back, Taron’s face becoming worried. “Robyn.” His eyes widened as she held up her right hand to him. “Fuck Robyn.” He reached over and very carefully took her hand in his much larger one. “What happened?” He didn’t miss how she wouldn’t look at him as she spoke.

“The side gate to the garden in creche slammed on my hand. The wind caught it and my hand was still on the metal frame when it slammed.”

“Robyn…” Taron’s voice was barely audible. His eyes were glued to the painful looking bruises on her hand. He had seen her hand black and blue from when she had given him CPR before but as he turned her hand over, her previous dark bruises were nothing compared to what she had now. Along with the discolouration on her skin, was a long thin welt front and back, red raw and extremely sore looking. Deep multi-layered discolouration’s of black, purple and very dark blue marred her hand and when he went to touch her skin, she pulled her hand back immediately. “Sorry, sorry sweetheart. Robyn this looks really bad.”

Robyn finally looked at Taron and apart from looking so rested and healthy, he looked extremely worried and concerned.  His eyes were wide and beautiful and they pierced through her. “I had it checked out by a doctor. Nothing broken, no tendon damage. Just really bruised.”

“When did this happen?” He asked her lightly taking her fingers in his. “Sorry chicken, I didn’t hear you?”

Robyn had whispered the word but closed her eyes as she repeated the word a little louder. “Yesterday.”

Taron looked to her. “Yesterday.” He ran what he hoped was the lightest of strokes over her hand. “You saw a doctor?” He watched her nod. “Dr Greene?”

Once again, Taron completely surprised Robyn with how much he listened to her, how he remembered the name of the doctor who she had brought him to see, who took his stitches out. She looked back to her hand as she answered him. “No not Dr Greene.”

Taron put his left hand under Robyn’s chin to make her look at him. “Robyn, did you go to the hospital?”

She looked to her hand again. “Yeah I did. Well not so much a hospital but a clinic for those with private health insurance.”

“And?”

Robyn was a little distracted by the very delicate movements of Taron’s thumb over her knuckles, his touch soft and staying away from the hurt part of her hand and it took her a moment to answer him. “Sat for a long time to wait for an X-ray and then for an MRI. All clear. Just bruised.”

Taron looked to her, finally making eye contact and keeping her eye contact, seeing the pain in her eyes along with an intense tiredness on her face. “How long?”

“Most of yesterday afternoon and all night.”

“Jesus Robyn.”

“I am fine Taron. I will be fine. Just makes doing things a lot awkward.”

Taron suddenly stopped his thumbs moving. “Yesterday.” He mused. “Robyn, I spoke to you earlier on and you didn’t mention this happened. I even asked you if you were ok.” He dropped her hand carefully, taking a slight step backwards. “You didn’t tell me yesterday either.”

“Taron…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He took another step back so he was standing in the bathroom doorway. “Isn’t this something you should have told me happened?”

“Taron…” Robyn moved to take a step to him but again he moved back and could immediately feel the change in his mood and this was exactly what she worried about happening, how his reaction was going to be.

“You should have called me yesterday.” He said to her, an obvious hint of irritation in his voice. “You think this is something you couldn’t tell me? That I wouldn’t want to know?”

“No Taron, of course not.”

“After everything we have been through Robyn and you couldn’t tell me that you were in hospital all night getting an X-ray and MRI for your hand which you have severely hurt?” He turned and walked into the bedroom. “Jesus Robyn.” He stopped in front of the bed and turned back to look at her. “So, it’s ok for you to come running to me when my publicist calls you but you can’t call me when you need me? When you need someone?”

Robyn followed him out into the bedroom. “Taron…”

“No Robyn. It’s fine for you to do all these things for me but you won’t let me do them for you? You don’t even think I would like to know that you had hurt yourself, that maybe you needed someone to talk to? To be there for you?”

“It was late Taron.”

“You said afternoon too. Could have called me then.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Not like I was doing anything at home in my flat after my flight home from Paris yesterday morning. I lay in bed watching TV.”

Robyn stood a few steps away from him. His tone had now turned from slight anger to disappointment and hurt. “Taron…”

“You just ran to me Robyn. You literally ran in your heels in Paris to come to help me and you held me for nearly two days straight but you won’t even give me the option to return the favour to you.”

“Taron…”

“I mightn’t have been able to run to you Robyn but to talk to you in the phone, to keep you company while you sat in the hospital, I could have done that. Like I said, I wasn’t doing anything else yesterday.”

“Taron I…”

“You need to get over this Robyn. This trust issue you have because it is just closing you off to anyone who wants to help you and soon no one will want to even try because you won’t let them in.”

As soon as Taron said the words and Robyn’s whole face changed, tears forming in her eyes and he knew he had completely messed up. Even more so when she turned without a word and walked to the door of the bedroom, opened it, walked out and slammed it with a bang.

“Fuck.” Taron cursed, wincing as the door slammed, running his hand up and down his face and then through his hair. He knew he was in trouble and had said words he knew Robyn would never forgive him for, words he could never take back.

[something-tofightfor]

I would truly like to hear one random HC for each of the characters you write for.

It took me a million and a half years to answer this. I don’t THINK I forgot anyone ... aside  from John and he doesn’t count because I haven’t really written for him yet (don’t tell him that I’ll never hear the end of it). I also didn’t include Ben because I have about a million HCs for him based on what he posts on the Internet. 

PS: ENJOY THE LAST ONE.

Logan: 

Here Comes the Sun-iverse: This is probably already kind of known based on Hands to Yourself, but Logan doesn’t like to back down from a bet. He’s stubborn as hell when it comes to finding a way to win and to be right… but when it comes to you, he’s even worse. It’s not because he wants to prove you wrong or anything like that, it’s because he’s so used to being competitive at work that it’s hard for him to leave it at the office. Not that you mind, because most of your bets lead to the two of you having a very enjoyable time together. 

Ink: As a surprise for you after you healed completely from your kidnapping and won the court case, Logan flew Asher (and his family) in to LA for a week at Disney … and so that you could have a private session with him. Logan hadn’t thought of something else that he wanted, but was more than happy to invite Asher + the family to his house for the night, and even though most of the session was Asher touching up places that had been marred by the desert sun, you also added a little ink to your sides/near your waist. 

Another fun little HC? Every time Asher tattoos you in the future, Logan’s in the room with you … and he takes his turn with the tattoo machine. During the at-home session, Logan tattooed your hip. 

Wyoming: The best - and most meaningful - gift that Logan has ever gotten in his life was you agreeing to sell Fireside to him so that he could create the rehab center. Based on the work he’s done with Delos, he was entirely prepared to have you (and your aunt and uncle) say no, or fight with him to increase the offer, winding down the time, so the three of you agreeing with very little hesitation and for the first offer price told him that you didn’t sell for the money - you sold because you believed in him and wanted to be sure that the property would be put to good use. That, in turn made Logan much more focused on ensuring that everything went well. 

Tonight: Even after you said that you’d come over the night he called, Logan still expected you to be a no-show. He’d convinced himself that he’d pushed you away for good because he’d treated you so poorly (in his own mind, anyway). So it was a total shock to him to find out that that wasn’t the case… and that you trusted him almost completely. Every time Logan has a bad day, or feels like he’s going to turn back to the way he was, he remembers the way he felt the minute you knocked on his door that night - and everything that came after. Despite the image that he projects, he’s actually very hard on himself every second of every day. Seasons to Cycles: Logan’s biggest dream is to see the Hosts used in a capacity that has nothing to do with pleasure or excess. After getting clean and starting to prove to Jim that he deserves a future with the company, he pulled together a bunch of different people in different fields to discuss the best ways to use Hosts in real-world situations. He knows it would be an uphill battle to convince a large portion of the population to accept the Hosts into everyday life, and doesn’t want to take jobs away from hard-working and deserving people, but he knows that there are a lot of situations where utilizing a Host’s capabilities make more sense than sending a live person in. (They’ve come up with a few, and you’ll see some of those within the story)

 Billy: 

Steel City: Billy’s desire to go to the beach was real. He’s seen sand in the desert for years, and has of course been to the Shore in Jersey, and to New York beaches … but he’s never been anywhere tropical. He’s never seen the ocean turn from murky gray-blue to crystal clear, and he’s never felt it warm enough to actually spend a ton of time in it. Billy always fantasized about going to a tropical place and picking up the hottest woman he could find at a resort or in a bar, but after everything happened with the Castles? He knows it’s out of the question. (Or is it?)

He’s Not Here: When Billy ended up on the roof on NYE and saw that you were there, too, he stood and watched you for a solid five minutes. You spent those five minutes saying goodbye to him, and he spent them (silently) telling you everything that he couldn’t actually tell you. He wanted you to turn around - and if you would have? He would have told you everything, and figured out a way to get you somewhere that Rawlins couldn’t find you, even though he knew you wouldn’t have wanted to leave his side. Billy never once questioned that you’d actually loved him while you were together - which is what made keeping everything from you so hard, even though he knew it was necessary. 

 Ryan Brenner: 

Neon Lights / Just A Place: When Ryan was barely 20, he and Cowboy and Ginny were spending a couple nights with friends in California. Since he wasn’t a big drinker, and there were a couple of joints being passed around along with a bottle of cheap whiskey, Ryan overdid it. He woke up to a buzzing noise … and Ginny standing over him with a pair of hair clippers in her hand. Needless to say, she’d started in a place that they couldn’t hide … and so, still half buzzed, Ryan went into the bathroom of the apartment they were in and finished the job. 

From California, they headed back into the west/midwest … where it was chilly, and that’s where the hat came from, courtesy of Ginny, because she felt bad. It started out as a legitimate way to keep his head warm while his hair grew back, but Ryan grew attached to it throughout the years, refusing to retire it even when it got old and tattered. 

 Sam Adams: 

Mr. and Mrs. Adams: Sam likes to tell stories. But the thing is… none of the stories are ever exactly the same, even when he’s telling it for  the hundredth time. The main details are always the same, but there are tiny embellishments scattered throughout … usually downplaying the significance instead of making things seem more urgent than they were. And when you get Paul involved? Or John Hancock? Or Kelly? You know you’re in for it. They mean well, but those men love to talk. It’s a problem, but it definitely keeps things interesting. 

King Caspian:

His Favorite Place: Caspian’s map reading skills when he’s on the Dawn Treader are amazingly accurate, but he’s much less accurate when on land. It’s never gotten him into trouble, but it frustrates him, because he doesn’t feel that there should be a difference. He knows how to read  the maps, but for whatever reason, open sea and sky are much easier to decipher than forests and trails and towns. He has a a hand in planning the route of every voyage on the ship, but when land travel is required, he relies on others to make the plans. 

Benjamin Greene: 

Tipping Point: Benjamin’s favorite part of Julia’s house was the library, but what he loved even more than that was the quiet. Since they were so far out and away from town, he’d often sit outside on the back patio in the mornings and afternoons, reading or studying, or just listening to music. 

But as time passed, the silence became oppressive, reminding Benjamin just how far away from everything that he knew and loved he was - how much of his life he’d changed for Julia, and he spent less time outdoors and more time inside, headphones in and a book held between his fingers. Moving back to London to live with Zac/Bianca/Eric wasn’t as hard a transition as he’d thought it would be, and Benjamin actually slept with his window open a crack so that he could hear the traffic again. 

Bonus character who will not be named but is going to feature in a coming story: 

 His friends would describe him as volatile, but it’s not always his fault. He’s got a sixth sense about the emotions of others, and can sometimes feel changes in people’s moods. So while he doesn’t always go looking for a fight, he won’t back down from one. Bar fights are normal, and even though he’s usually the one that ends up putting an end to them, he always gets in at least one or two good hits before it happens. Seeing him, you’d be surprised by his strength, but it doesn’t take long for you to understand that it’s there … and that you shouldn’t doubt it. These senses have definitely come in handy throughout his life, but they’ve also likely put him into danger… and will continue to do so.

[rnegitsune]

wow a lot happened since a didn't check tumblr like i used to :__ but im on board with the demanding of some change lol we need iiit also pls can they release the songs globally with no exclusives?? i think its annoying like why whats the purpose?? PS: ive been trying to search for the sign they make in BMC for the B but i don't find it anywhere does anyone know hot it is??

Yeah there's a lot of discussions going lol

Oooh I forgot about their japan exclusives!! It's such a bizarre idea, songs only released in 1 single place; so yeah not doing that seems to be a better idea, esp considering how big their non japanese audience is. I get wanting to do something for their home crowd but....songs??

And I don't think I know what you mean by the b? The dance, w their hands is that it?? Bc idk what they're doing either lol

[bangchanstudio]

[*serendipity*] My Roommate is a Ghost | Han Jisung [ch.4]

pairing: han jisung x reader (fem)

genre: *this can be read as a one shot* college au, parallel universe, mild angst, mild fluff, smut (but it’s cute and romantic..ish? maybe?)

tw: sex ?

word count: 2.8k

plot: it’s been weeks since you’ve seen Jisung in your reality and weeks since you’ve slipped into his. That changes when you wake up in his bed.

ch.one | ch.two | ch.three

note: so i wrote this as i was listening to sappy love songs, hence why it might not be so “smutty” but it’s still sex. if you’re curious i wrote this listening to Never Not by Lauv (this version) and serendipity: slow dancing in the dark by smyang piano (this version)  [originally by bts’ jimin & joji respectively] *bonus songs. I decided to leave 3 songs sprinkled in with links in the ** symbol if you want to listen to something as you read (the songs may or may not cross over depending on your reading speed). i really hope you like it, this has a piece of my soul as i am a full believer that han jisung is a helpless romantic at heart. i’m still trying to figure out how i want to go about this series, so i apologize if it seems weird or not very clear. feel free to let me know if there’s a direction you hope this will take. ps~ if you want to be notified when i update this series then send me a message so i can add you to the tag list :)

taglist: @lewsr​

“Hey stranger.” You mumbled trying to hide your smile. Time wasn’t moving and hadn’t been since you woke up in Jisung’s bed.

Well, technically, it had been moving judging by the slow and steady sunrise. The rays slipping past the spaces in between the blinds and highlighting Jisung’s hair as if he had a halo and the light illuminating his skin as you traced it lightly with your finger tips.

He is real.

“You’re really here.” Jisung said smiling down at you, his arm was under your head, it felt strong and secure. Safe. “I thought it was just a dream.”

The sound of his voice made your skin vibrate. Truth be told, you were afraid of going back to sleep after waking up in his world. He was someone whom you’d only met a few times, but something about being with him made you want more of him. He was warm and caring. He felt like something new, something you had never experienced before and something you didn’t want to let go of, at least not yet.

“What, like a nightmare?”

Jisung laughed, “No, like a fantasy. The most beautiful dream. One I’d never want to wake up from.”

His eyes met yours again, lovely; like melting burning dark sand. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. It was soft.

The sudden realization and high probability that you looked like an absolute train wreck you hid your face under the blankets, only peaking over slightly causing Jisung to laugh again.

“Ah, what’s wrong? Don’t be like this. I missed seeing your face and you’re just going to hide now?” He tried pulling the blanket down but you held on tightly with both hands shaking your head.

“No, I forgot to take my make up off last night so I probably look like a freaking zombie.”

“Do not.” He replied rolling his eyes. “Let me see you!”

He lifted himself up onto his elbow wrestling you playfully for the blanket, pouting out his cute pink lips.

“Jisung, please! I look terrible, I swear!” He was stronger than you, it would only be seconds before he won this tug of war. You knew for a fact that at the least your lips were still half stained red.

The giggles that left your lips sounded strange to you, they felt like genuine happiness.

Jisung got on his knees next to you and pulled one final time, finally succeeding in ripping the blanket from your grasp.

His smile widened seeing you shrink into yourself as you tried to curl into a ball and disappear, your hair sprawled out delicately over his white pillows. He wandered if maybe you were destined to find each other, in this strange and beautiful way. Ever since that day when you walked in on him in the shower he wondered if you were just a dream. He continued to think that every time you found each other. Yet here you were again, in each others presence. He wasn’t sure if heaven existed, but he concluded that anywhere he found you, he would count that as his heaven.

“You’re so.. beautiful.”

The pink that rose in your cheeks at his words couldn’t be hidden, nor the way you instinctively nibbled the side of your bottom lip when you got shy or nervous. The heat on your face increased when you remembered you fell asleep in the black supreme shirt you borrowed from him the first time you found yourself in his world.. and only in that.

Jisung leaned over you, the sudden closeness made you stiffen. His eyes drifted down to your red stained lips and you couldn’t help but try and swallow the knot that was forming in your throat.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice shook a little more than you intended.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes darted back up to search yours.

He intimidated you in a way you were not used to, but it was in a way that still made you feel safe.

You nodded. He took your face in his hands, meeting his lips with yours in the softest way possible. They felt like heaven or maybe it was hell in disguise?

The kiss quickly deepened as your hands made their way from his hair down to his chest, then to pulling his waist to your body. His skin was so warm and smooth. His chest was so firm and sculpted as was the rest of his body. Even though you knew he had a great body from the time you walked in on him showering, he still looked so much better up close.

He is real.

“You’re real.” He mumbled as he moved down from your lips to your neck leaving open butterfly kisses, his tongue grazing your skin leaving a hot trail. You held on to the waistband of his boxers, knuckles white. How crazy did you have to be to sleep with a boy you didn’t know well? But you felt like you did know him. You felt like he was you, and you were him.

He shifted himself to fit between your thighs, propping himself up over you, “Is this okay?”

You nodded.

“Say it.. please.” He looked.. afraid? Maybe it was worry…

“This is fine, Jisung. More than fine, it’s.. perfect.” His eyes lingered on you, studying all of your lines, the way your eyes traced his face, the way your lips parted slightly, waiting for him to continue whatever it was that he was doing.

A song** suddenly cut through the tension making you flinch slightly. Anything startled, you even a soft song.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’m so sorry. It’s my alarm.” Jisung reached over to grab his phone from his nightstand about to turn it off.

“No it’s okay-“ you reached out to grab his arm before he could click stop. “I like this song. Let it play.”

“Okay, if you say so.” He shrugged, tossing his phone back onto the table before returning to you.

The warmth of his body covered you as your hands made their way back into his hair pulling his lips back to yours. He smiled into your lips, chuckling slightly as one of his hands gripped the back of your thigh, pulling it up to his waist.

There was never a time you wanted someone more than how you wanted Jisung at that very moment. There was a desperation that was starting to rise from your core and a fear of losing him again. Your fingers clenched his hair pulling it a little harder than you probably meant to, but the moan that escaped his lips made you clench your thighs. A move that didn’t go unnoticed by Jisung.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, “Did that turn you on?”

The sultriness in his voice was oh, so deadly yet oh, so lovely.

“Maybe, just a little.” You breathed staring at his neck; avoiding his eyes, tightening your legs around his waist again.

He responded by pressing his hard on your core. The heat must have been obvious because he cocked his head to the side looking at you amused, eyes wide.

“Are you naked under my favorite t-shirt?” He asked pressing his tongue into his cheek and smiling widely, like a boy who just found a dirty secret.

“So what if I am?” You replied grabbing his hand that was on the back of your thigh and dragging it up to your bare ass.

He laughed at your boldness, squeezing it before giving it a slap.

“I like that.” He said before taking the shirt off in one quick swipe.

Just like that you were bare before him, your arms instinctively covered your boobs. His eyes burned trails down your figure, your chest rising and falling quietly, but heavily at the anticipation that was building. He continued to look you over and over again, memorizing every line and curve.

“Are you okay?” You asked, maybe he was second guessing how far you should go.

He blinked, as if waking up from a trance. “Oh, yeah I just want to remember this. You.”

He was sitting back on his knees from between your thighs, looking down at you. His hands made their way up from the base of your torso up, slowly, stopping to trace the tattoo that was under your boob.

“’Serendipity’?” He asked tracing the word over and over again with his fingers. “What made you get this tattoo?”

You shrugged, admiring the warmth of his gaze. “I was praying for a serendipity moment.”

“It suits you” Jisung said, leaning down and kissing your tattoo before grabbing your arms, asking with his eyes if he could see you fully.

You let him.

“You’re my serendipity.” He breathed, “You’re so beautiful.”

His lips came down tenderly on your chest at the center before wandering down to one of your boobs, biting and sucking to leave a bruise.

You moaned, whimpering slightly at the beautiful pain, “That feels so good, Jisung.”

“Yeah, baby?” His teeth were at your neck again, leaving another beautifully painful mark. “Can I make you mine for a moment?”

The question came as a whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. The only response you could offer was to try and pry his boxers off with your feet, which he accepted as a green light. He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth.

He pulled his boxers off in one motion and rolled the rubber on quickly. His size made you bite your lip and look away shyly. You could only be so brash. Jisung looked at you while he adjusted the condom and smiled.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, laughing nervously.

“You’re too hot for your own good.” You admitted, forcing yourself to look up at him again, and you couldn’t help but return his smile.

“I’ll try to tone it down from now on.” He replied, pulling your waist up to meet his, placing his member at your entrance.

“No, don’t. I like it.”

“If you say so, songbird.” He looked at you hesitantly before adding, “If you want to stop, tell me and I will.”

The look in his eye was stern, you nodded. “I will, Jisung.”

He looked down, watching as he slowly pushed himself into you. The feeling of his tip entering made you ball your fists into the bed sheets, your teeth biting down on your lip, a nice kind of pain.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He breathed, as he stretched you out. His hands dug into your waist and you were sure they were going to leave marks, but that was okay, you didn’t mind. They would leave behind evidence that,

He is real.**

His member felt so warm inside of you, he filled you up in no time with a grunt. His rhythm started out slow and meaningful, maybe even passionate. The way he bit his lip, closed his eyes and rolled his head back with the slow build up of friction.

You looked at him desperately trying to burn this moment and image into your mind. The way his breathing started to sound heavy, the way your back felt on his clean bed sheets, the smell of his cologne that hung on them, on his pillow where your head laid and on his skin. The way the song played softly and matched the pace of his thrusts. The way your wetness sounded as he thrusted into and out of you.

You whimpered as the friction started to cause a knotting at the core of your stomach.

“Jisung,” you whined a little breathless. “Kiss me.. Please.”

He hovered over you instantly, bucking into you suddenly harder and deeper. “Whatever you want, my songbird.”

His lips were sloppy and wet, but lovely. You dragged your nails down his spine causing him to arch slightly at the sting moaning out,

“Fuck, that felt so good.” He chuckled, voice raspy. “You’re mine right now.”

“I’m yours,” You agreed dazed but the heat was starting to overtake you, “Fuck, Jisung, I think I’m gonna cum.”

His pupils dilated at the way you moaned his name, his hips crashing into you faster and harder.

“That’s okay baby, cum if you need to. I want to see you cum on my cock.” He moaned, pinning his hand in yours above your head and the other holding down your waist.

The sound of his skin meeting yours echoed throughout the room, his moans mixed with your whimpers. Your voice calling out his name, and his yours.

“I- I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” He admitted almost seeming embarrassed. 


“It’s okay, baby, I- I’m so fucking close.” You moaned. It felt as if he was stealing all of the air from your lungs. There were little stars starting to dance across your vision. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, Jisung.” You moaned throwing your head to the side, hands clenching his biceps, as your orgasm crashed into you, “Fuck!” the heat coming in waves.

Jisung moaned your name one last time, before slamming his hips into you again, releasing his load into the condom.

“Fuck,” His breathing was heavy as he buried his face into the crook of your neck riding out his orgasm, making you shake against the friction.

“Ah,” You whimpered as Jisung bit and sucked on your neck again. His moans against your skin made you shiver. Your skin felt so incredibly cold and hot at the same time. His breathing in your ear was a sound you didn’t want to forget or the way the weight of his body felt on top of yours, crushing you but you didn’t want him to move either.

“You’re real.” He breathed again, looking up at you from your shoulder.

“You’re real.” You echoed. 

Would this ever be normal? Could this even last? You remembered the days of cursing the lovebirds and swearing to the gods that you’d never fall in love. Why was the one person you felt yourself falling for from another reality, from another world? There was a sense of dread starting to flow in your veins, quickly overtaking the beautiful bliss you had been feeling only moments before.**

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jisung felt your wavelength change somehow.

You tried to say “Nothing, I’m okay,” but you couldn’t trust yourself to speak without crying. Why were you suddenly feeling sad? It’s not like this is your first time having sex but something about this time made it feel like destiny. A destiny that may end whenever the universe decided it would end.

“Did I hurt you?” Jisung asked worry etched all across his face.

You shook your head viciously, “No, I just... I just don’t want to lose you.”

It felt so stupid to say out loud. You don’t know him, you scolded yourself. Stop being stupid and acting like he is yours. But the look Jisung gave you mirrored your own fears.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” He admitted, brushing loose hair strands out of your eyes. “I’m afraid of letting you go right now because I don’t want you to disappear.”

You chocked back a sob and Jisung wrapped his arms around you tightly. His embrace was so tight you could feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest. Burying your face into his shoulder you allowed the pent up tears to fall slowly, fingers digging into his back as you held him with all your strength.

Minutes past and you stayed like that without moving. Afraid that the moment you let go of each other it would all be over. It felt like you were holding your breath the whole time and he was your lifeline.

Eventually, Jisung rolled over to relive you of his weight, but you never let go of his embrace.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, (Y/N).” His voice was barely audible.

There was nothing you could say.

“I’m falling in love with you too... but I’m scared.” You admitted, fingers grazing his bare chest.

“I’m scared too” He replied, rubbing your arm, cheek resting on your head. “But I think we just need to live for the moment.”

You chuckled at how easy that sounded. “What do you mean exactly?”

“We can’t control fate or destiny, but I promise the moments we find each other, those are the moments where I will be completely, totally and only yours. No matter how long or short the moment may be I want to spend it with you. Feeling you, touching you, kissing you, laughing with you, crying with you, eating with you whatever it is I’m totally yours. Maybe not forever, but for that moment, I’m yours.”

“Deal.” You weren’t great with words, but Jisung’s vow gave you a spark of hope. He was right after all, you don’t control fate or destiny, only how you react to it and live through it.

Though, that wouldn’t stop you from praying and hoping that he could be yours forever, because

He is real.