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lvlyhao · 3 years

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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he��s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias”

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3

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little-murmaider · 3 years

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Well @offdensmith ‘s Nategaar OTP answer and @frienderbender ‘s Skwisgaar in therapy comic have me feeling A Way so!!!! Also thank you @insomniac-pens for edits!

“How’d it go?”

Skwisgaar flopped onto Nathan’s bed face-first, his prolonged groan muffled by the mountain range of pillows.

“That bad, huh?”

Closing his book on a faded Burzums receipt, Nathan knuckled aside Skwisgaar’s hair and massaged the back of his neck. Skwisgaar hummed in appreciation.

“Hads to talks about Little Skwisgaar.”

“Ugh, I hate when he makes me do that.”

Rolling onto his side, Skwisgaar scooched up to rest his head on Nathan’s shoulder. “He says dat’s de best ways to work throughs my.” He waggled his fingers. “Childhood traumas.”

“Always with the childhood trauma, that guy! It’s like, we get it, we all have an alarming number of unaddressed psychological issues, move on!”

“Pfft, ja. Gets dis, today he says dat my needs to appear as dis untouchables closed off cool guys stems from my fears of emotional intimacys, ands was likelys a copingks mechanism developed durings a volatile childhoods wif a narcissistic and neglectful parent.” He coughed, fingers thrumming against Nathan’s collar bone. “Or somet’ings likes dat.”

“He can cope with this mechanism!” He palmed his crotch. “Did you say that? That’s what I would have said. If it was me. And I was there.”

Nathan expected a laugh. Dick-based punchlines were a guaranteed laugh from Skwisgaar; for all his posturing, he had the comedic sensibilities of a middle schooler. But Skwisgaar didn’t laugh. Instead, he looped an arm across Nathan’s waist, curling his knees into himself like a moon shell.

“Cans I stays here for a little bits?” He murmured.

A cold, disarming pulse rocketed through Nathan’s bloodstream.

“Uhhhhhhhhh yeah dude. Yeah. Yeah.” He leaned toward the night stand, hand hovering over the remote. “You want to put something on, or…?”

Skwisgaar shook his head. “Dat’s okay. I just…”

The arm draped over him curved tighter around his body, hand splaying against his ribs.

“…Wants to be wif you, rights now.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay.”

Thumbing away his makeshift bookmark, Nathan tried to pick up where he left off, the book’s spine digging a divot into his palm as he balanced his wrist on Skwisgaar’s shoulder. He found himself scanning the same passage over and over, unable to focus through the fog of confusion that had settled over his senses. This was…weird. He didn’t know why it was weird, or what to do to make it less weird. He’d never been good at reading these kind of situations. (Or, according to That Guy, he lacked emotional literacy or whatever, he was working on it whatever!) Best he could do was stew in the weirdness, let it simmer around him until it broke down into a delicious broth of normal. Had he missed second lunch? How soon was dinner? Was it too late to ask Jean-Pierre for soup?

Wetness seeped through the material of Nathan’s shirt. He smirked. Skwisgaar must have dozed off—the trickle writhing down Nathan’s chest must have been his drool. Gross, but not an uncommon occurrence. For some reason Skwisgaar was most relaxed when the two of them were alone. It puffed Nathan’s ego with a misguided pride, that the most tightly-wound person in the world unraveled with him.

But that pride vanished the moment he realized Skwisgaar was crying.

Technically, he shouldn’t have been shocked. Technically, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Skwisgaar cry. There had been plenty of stress-induced meltdowns; plenty of shaky insistences he was TOTALLY HIGH as globs of corpse paint dribbled off his cheeks. This wasn’t like that. This was new, and rare, and required a delicacy way above Nathan’s emotional pay grade. Oh God. He was going to fuck this up so bad. He was going to destroy Skwisgaar, destroy their friendship, destroy the band and, much less importantly, destroy the global economy. Oh God oh God he was going to fuck this up so bad! The book tumbled from his fingertips, his body on autopilot. One hand snaked through the rolling golden waves of Skwisgaar’s hair. The other anchored between Skwisgaar’s shuddering shoulder blades. Feeling Skwisgaar’s hitching sigh of relief, Nathan’s panic settled. Against the odds, he’d stumbled into the correct reaction. He did something right. He gathered Skwisgaar closer, the rhythm of his sobs mirroring the beat of Nathan’s heart.

Time grew hazy. Nathan was unsure how long they laid there, how long he held him. Long enough that when Skwisgaar wriggled out of his grip and rocked onto his knees Nathan’s arms ached at the absence.

“H’okays.” Fixing Nathan with a watery smile, he swept at his cheeks with a flourishing flick of his wrists, eyes bright as heat lightning. (Once he’d confided when he was little his mom would purposely make him cry because she loved how deeply blue it made his eyes. He’d shared it as though it was a wacky, hilarious anecdote but it left Nathan with nothing but a gutting sadness.) “I’m normal nows.”

Nathan bobbed his chin. “Sick.” Sick? He’d never said sick in his life, why did he choose to do so now? What was the matter with him? What the hell was emotional literacy???

Skwisgaar raked his hair back from the roots, lips twisting as if he were considering the notes of a wine. Nathan anticipated a bailout. He waited for the half-baked dismissal of what occurred, the flimsy excuse to leave, the tacit agreement to never speak of it again. But when he spoke, Skwisgaar said, softly, “t’anks you.” Nathan balked. “For what?” “Dere amn’ts a lots of people I cans...does dat wif. Most times I just does it by myselfs. But.” His gaze lowered, shyness coloring his smile as a flush colored his cheeks. “Ams really happy I haves you.” Nathan’s face heated, an unfamiliar pressure building behind his sinuses. He felt his lips part and waited for his brain to push something ruinous to fall out of them. Before he had the chance, he curved his hands around the back of Skwisgaar’s neck, drew him back down into the bed. They melted into each other and kissed until their jaws ached.

#metalocalypse #nategaar #my fanfic

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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Can you write a modern au Historia Reiss x fem!reader imagine where the reader is in a band and has a very punk rock style, and Historias the popular cheerleader everybody drools over, and they hate each other but at a party some girl is flirting with the reader so historia takes her and fucks the reader silly in a bathroom and after confesses her feelings to r?

historia reiss | promise

ofc!!! pls i literally love cheerleader!historia. i hope this is good enough <33 !!

18+ pls ! [unedited]

warnings/notes: cursing, use of alcohol and drugs, eventual smut, jealous dom!historia, modern au!, college au!, cheerleader!historia, bathroom sex, degradation, slight praise, enemies to lovers supremacy, fem reader!, finger fucking, hints at pegging, and aftercare

you’re pissed, so pissed that you’re seeing white. you only know that you’re sitting under the bleachers of your college campus and that your best friend, annie, is sitting beside you.

historia reiss, the popular cheerleader adored by everyone, decided it would funny if she pulled a prank on you. the prank being drenched in ice water and then pouring pink glitter on your body from the second floor of campus.

the glitter stuck everywhere, even in your mouth. before you scrubbed some of it off, you looked like a bath bomb. the water made it stickier and made you cold.

you don’t know what kind of vendetta historia has against you, you’ve only just met her two years ago! you hadn’t even really talked her up until your freshman year of college. even then, you don’t think you had said anything rude or wrong.

you just assume she gets pleasure out of your suffering.

you’re ranting about historia to annie, who witnessed the whole incident, still covered head-to-toe in glitter. she’s smoking a cigarette and listening to you absentmindedly, a sign that she’s getting slightly annoyed. she grabs your jaw with her hand and turns your face towards her. she’s taking in a breath and you know exactly what she’s about to do.

when she pulls the cigarette away, she blows the smoke into your face and let’s go of your jaw.

“thanks for that,” you grunt, the smell always seems to calm you down for some odd reason.

“y’know, instead of ranting, you could go home and take a shower,” she looks sleepy as she holds onto her cigarette.

“i know. but she’s just so frustrating! wanna know what makes her even more frustrating?!”

annie decides to play along, she thinks you ranting is funny, “what?”

“she’s hot. scratch that, she’s literally gorgeous. she looks like a fucking goddess and has the personality of a witch,” you shout angrily, following annie’s movements of getting up and walking towards your dorm.

“i dunno,” she snickers, “she’s pretty nice to me.”

“yeah, cause she’s got some sort of vendetta against me. i swear—i have never done a single thing to her!! do you remember when she bashed our band?! does she even listen to punk?!”

annie’s made a mistake in encouraging you, “anyways. speaking of our band, don’t forget we’re playing tonight at eren’s house.”

“you mean at his frat house,” you snort, bumping your shoulder into her’s. you immediately regret it when you pull away and see pink glitter stick to her shirt and a shiver going down her spine.

“yeah, whatever. thank god he’s loaded enough to pay for a band. i can’t believe his dad just gives him and zeke cash,” annie coughs while she chuckles, smoke puffing out of her nose.

you’re laughing at her coughing, slapping her firmly on the back as you walk.

you don’t notice large blue eyes staring at you from far away.

————

you’re trying to ignore the idiotic comments annie’s making while mikasa does your eyeliner.

you, mikasa, annie, and—surprisngly—jean are getting ready for your show tonight.

originally, it had just been you, annie, and mikasa until mikasa and jean had started dating. she vouched that he could play the drums—and he definelty could. he also gets along surprisingly well with you and annie.

mikasa usually sings back-up for you—despite your begging for her to be the lead—and plays the electric keyboard.

annie’s on bass guitar. she gets stupidly smug everytime she’s done playing and the praise she gets from her girlfriend doesn’t help. annie also writes most of your songs.

“guys, we should make a bet,” annie’s twirling some of her hair, eyeing you and mikasa.

“what’s the bet,” jean smirks and raises a bushy brow. mikasa and you give a hum of approval.

“i bet that one girl is gonna be all over (name) tonight,” you snort sarcastically.

“elizabeth? i think she’s trying to seduce me so i’ll partner up with her for this project we have coming up in our music history class,” mikasa’s pullled away, screwing the cap of the eyeliner back onto the bottle. she hands you coal black lipstick.

“you know what i bet,” jean starts, you know it isn’t gonna be good, “historia’s gonna be eyefucking (name) all night.”

you’re in the middle of applying lipstick but you stop at his statement.

“no, before you say something, jean’s gotta point,” mikasa muses, fanning her hand.

“yeah. dunno how you didn’t noticed,” annie shrugs, hopping out of her chair and stretching her arms upwards.

you’re irritated and finished with your lipstick, eyebrows furrowed bitterly.

“anyways,” you grit your teeth, “it’s showtime.”

————

it’s been five minutes since you and the band performed, and after all that belting you just want a drink. you’re walking through the messy and huge kitchen, trying to avoid stepping on spilled shots and egg yolk—who knows—because these boots were expensive.

luckily, most people are partying like a mob in the main room of the smelly frat house. it smells like weed, everywhere. and when you open the fridge you see a long platter of chocolate brownies, is eren alright? you shrug internally, snatching a water bottle that’s sitting on the top shelf.

after you’ve closed the fridge door and opened it, you’re chugging the water bottle like your life depends on it. when you pull away, you try to not notice the lipstick stain and that you’ve drank the bottle more than halfway. you’re leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen, you don’t plan on partying too much since you’re supposed to be the designated driver for annie, mikasa, and jean.

you’re about to take another swig of your water, eyes staring down at your phone and continuing to read a article. before you can bring the bottle to your lips, teasing laughter from your front is distracting you.

it’s historia, wearing a baby blue v-neck tank top that ends at her ribs. she has a white skirt on, pulled up to the middle of her bellybutton and stopping at her upper thighs. her shoes are white and chunky with sparkly blue butterflies on the sides of them. her makeup’s cute, a light blue sprinkling on the outside corners of her eyes that tickled her cheekbones, a light and natural (for her at least) pink lipstick on her lips coated with shiny gloss. she’s pretty.

“fuck do you want,” you frown with narrowed eyes, you’re praying there aren’t anymore tricks.

“nothing, nothing!,” she’s got a cheery smile on her face, “just wanted to see how you were doing! i cant even do that?”

rolling your eyes, you scoff, “not after you drenched me in ice cold water and then poured glitter on me. it took me two hours to get rid of the glitter in the shower.”

she’s opening her mouth, but you’re already done with her shit, “fuck off, dude.”

you’re stomping out of the kitchen, huffing with frustration. what the fuck was historia trying to play at? she’s such a cunt, pulling these mean pranks on you with no provocation and then coming up to you after and asking how you are?

you’re seething. you’re so angry you’re not even paying attention to where you’re going.

but it’s interrupted when you bump into someone’s back. lower... back.

said person, turns around and looks down at you. she’s tall, and you’ve seen her around campus with eren and zeke. she’s quiet and cunning, you’ve heard rumors that she gets paid to beat people up sometimes. you can’t really judge her, money’s money.

but she’s also gorgeous. glowing gold eyes and choppy blonde hair. she’s wearing a loose black blazer that closes at her sternum and down, with nothing underneath. she’s got some kind of necklace—you think it says ‘p’ or ‘z’—and pretty silver rings on her fingers. her heels make her tower over you more than she probably would without them on.

“shit, my bad,” you sigh and look away.

she shakes her head, the tiniest smile painting her face and her cheeks turn a little red.

“you’re alright,” she hums, “i don’t think i’ve met you. i’ve definitely seen you around, but no one’s ever given me a name.”

“oh, i’m (name),” you smile shyly, “i don’t know your name either.”

she chuckles a bit, somehow wrapping her hand in your’s and leading you to a nice loveseat. her nails are painted black and you feel inclined to put your legs over her lap.

“i’m surprised,” and that’s when you notice zeke and pieck on the couch next to you, “there are a lot of rumors about me. however, i guess whoever told you—or didn’t—left me anonymous. i’m yelena.”

you give a laugh, watching her throw her arm up onto the top of the couch. you’re cuddling her side within seconds, drawing a deep chuckle from her. her other hand reaches to your cheek, making you look up at her. she’s holding your chin with her thumb and staring at you with her hypnotizing eyes.

“you’re just the cutest,” she mumbles, letting go of your face and tapping your nose.

you’re getting embarrassed at the attention, and you don’t know what to say other than ‘thank you’. you’ve never been pussy whipped a day in your entire life, but you think you might change that.

she’s leaning in closer, ignoring the couple, who was staring at you two with amusement, that sat on the couch cuddling. you feel like you recognize them for a moment, but the thought it forgotten whenever yelena kisses you fervently.

she’s running her tongue across your lip and the shiver that goes down your spine makes you realize she has a tongue piercing. she’s pushing you down to lay on the couch, to which you happily oblige, her hand crawling up to your neck.

before you can even let her shove her tongue in your mouth and choke you, your hand is being tugged and all of a sudden your upper torso and body is on the floor and your head is aching. you’re dazedly looking at yelena, who’s just as surprised as you are, then turning to the couple on the couch.

holy fucking hell, how did you not realize that the couple was pieck and zeke. that isn’t even your main focus when another tug to your wrist pulls your lower half off the couch.

“what the fuck?!” you’re suddenly not dazed anymore, “let go of me!”

you’re snatching your arm away and scrambling to your feet, tugging down your short dress that rode up. you turn around to face the assaulter, only to look down and see historia.

historia grabbed you?!

before you can even scream or slap her, she’s, once again, pulling you away by your wrist. for such a small girl, she’s got a tight grip.

you’re stumbling as you follow her, not like you couldn’t, yelling profanities. you pass by annie, who spits out her drink at the sight of you, it startles her girlfriend, hitch. you mouth a ‘help!’ towards her just as you’re swung forward.

it takes you a second to balance yourself out, and before you can turn yourself around, you’re being shoved forward.

what the fuck is her deal?!

you’re pushed into a bathroom, finally turning around to see historia as you fall on your ass. she’s slammed the door closed and locked it, staring at you on the ground.

“the fuck is your damage,” you scream, leaning against the bathroom counter.

“you’re a fucking slut, that’s what!” she’s yelling back, now standing in front of you. her hands are trapping you against the counter, and you’re looking down at her.

“you’re a dirty little slut. you can’t help but get down with a woman when i’m not with you for five fucking minutes,” you can’t even open your mouth and opted to push yourself towards the counter more as you squeeze your thighs together.

“look at you,” she’s laughing mockingly, “you look like a dog in heat. are you enjoying this, you fucking whore?”

you whimper, shaking your head side-to-side.

“you’re a liar,” she’s laughing again, standing on her tip toes to brush her lips against your’s.

“i’m not.”

“if you’re not, go ahead and push me away then,” she smirks, leaning closer.

you look away, listening to the mocking giggle that she was releasing right in your face. her left hand is grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look at her.

“can i kiss you,” her look softens and you nod at her.

“yes,” and within a second, her lips are on your’s. the kiss is surprisingly gentle and sweet.

with a bit on your lip, her tongue is rubbing against your’s and her hands sliding under the thin straps of your dress. you’re whining when she pulls away and laughs. your dress is halfway down your body, chest jumping up and down as you pant from the lack of breath.

“look at you, baby,” she turns your head to the side, which gives you a profile view of yourself in the mirror. your lipstick’s smudged in the corner of your mouth, eyeliner’s smuged as well as your eyeshadow.

weak product.

“you need better makeup,” she’s giggling as she leans her head towards your neck.

she’s kissing and sucking almost everywhere on your neck and chest, as if she were marking her property. moans are bouncing off the walls as her hands release your boobs from the strapless bra you’re wearing and sucking on your nipples. honestly, you’re glad it’s off. it’s been tiring having to pull it up everytime it slipped even just a bit.

you tug at her blonde hair when her small hand gropes one tit and her mouth bites at the other. she’s tugging the rest of your dress down with her free hand, and it pools around your boots. she goes back up to kiss your lips, laughing in your mouth as you struggle to kick off your boots. she’s kissing at your cheek and ear, tugging at the waistline of your fishnet tights.

“might wanna take these off too if you don’t want them ripped,” yelping when she bites at your earlobe.

“i...,” you’re catching your breath, “need help.”

she giggles while nodding, helping you shimmying the tights down to your knees.

“jump up on the counter, babe. it’ll make it easier for me,” you’re obident and jumping on the cool bathroom counter, it makes you shiver.

historia’s on her knees, shoes kicked off, and her fingers tickle your legs when she’s sliding the tights off your legs. she’s got a sultry look on her face when she throws said tights over her shoulder, palming your kneecaps. she bites back her smirk when she pulls your knees apart, showing off your black panties. you fall back against the mirror and you lean mostly on your elbows, ignoring the loud bang that came from it.

her mouth’s leaving open mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, pants leaving your mouth. her fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down quickly whenever you lift your hips.

your going to close your legs, but her hands prevent you from doing so. her eyes are glued to your pussy, lips spread open and your wetness shining in the light. you’ve got a little hair on your pubis, but that isn’t going to stop historia reiss from changing her name to sasha braus.

she’s sucking at your clit and spreading your legs apart as far as she can. she pulls away from your pussy just for a second.

“keep your legs open,” she says, a thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

it’s lazy and it’s satisfying, but it’s not enough to make you cum. she knows that.

you’re letting out high pitched moans and fingers tangled in her golden locks as she eats you out like a man starved.

‘i wish i had realized that i’m gay sooner,’ you think as historia slowly slides her middle finger inside of you.

you’re throwing your head back against the mirror when she suddenly adds a second finger, claiming that you could take it since you’re a slut.

considering your wetness is dripping down your ass and onto the counter, you can’t really object the statement.

she’s curling her fingers inside you, mouth closed around your clit. your moans go up an octave when she finds the spongy part inside of you, thrusting her fingers in and out of you after she angles her digits.

“fuck!” you moan and start clawing at historia’s free arm, which is holding down your hips.

“h-historia...,” you pant, “gonna cum... pl..please let me cum.”

her laughter sends vibrations across your clit, and that’s what sends you over the edge. you’re crying out as historia helps you ride out your orgasm by slowing her fingers down and pulling away from your clit. historia’s admiring you while she wipes off your juices from her chin, a small smile adorning her lips.

your head is thrown back against the mirror—once again. eyes rolled back and mouth opened in a silent moan. the hand that was gripping at her arm is clenched in a fist that has your knuckles painted white. your toes are curled and your back is arching in the air.

she doesn’t pull her fingers out of you until your calm, letting you catch your breath before she does it all over again.

———

your legs are trembling as she helps you sit down on the toilet.

you know you look like a mess—historia’s been forcing you to watch yourself. the eyeliner and mascara you have on is now smeared and ran down your face since you cried. your lipstick is smeared up and down, worse than last time, and your hair is messed up and tangled from historia pulling on it.

historia’s squatting before you, looking for a rag to wet down and clean you up with.

“next cabinet over,” you breath, throwing your head back.

“you know who’s bathroom this is?”

“yeah, jean’s in this frat too. him and marco share it. this place is pretty nice when there isn’t a party going on,” you giggle, somehow this whole situation seems funny to you.

she’s running hot water over the rag she now has, staring at herself in the mirror. historia’s got hickeys on her neck too and teeth marks on shoulders. she’s got glittery blue on her cheek, must be her mascara.

she turns off the water and wrings it out. she walks over to you, nudging your legs open with her knee. you comply and absentmindedly reach for one of her hands to hold. she takes the offer, squatting in front of you and cleaning up the slightly dried cum and juices on your thighs and vagina.

you shiver and let out little whines and whimpers, still sensitive from the previous orgasms. historia was also still wearing something. something that you didn’t even know she had.

a fucking 6 inch strap on.

“by the way,” you start, “how’d you get your strap-on here?”

“i came to the house before eren started throwing the party. i brought a bag with me and just hid it in the empty cabinet. i think eren wanted to hook up with me and mentioned something about pegging. brought it in case,” she explains, small smile spreading across her face as she starts cleaning your face.

you start giggling again, the hand that wasn’t holding her hand weakly grabbing at her wrist.

“hisu... can i get a kiss,” you pucker your lips when she pulls away the rag from you. she flips the rag to a clean slide, rubbing herself in the same areas as she did for you.

historia holds your cheek and gives you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had.

“i’m gonna take you back to mine and ymir’s place. you’re still in sub-space and you wobble instead of walk,” she says, squatting down again to help you get your panties on.

she’s able to get your dress on the lower half of your body, but you both realize there’s a fucking cum stain on the chest. historia gives you a jacket that was in her bag, zipping it halfway. the dress stayed sitting at your waist, you’re to tired to get it open even if you have a cover up.

she’s done cleaning everything up within ten minutes, including herself. she throws the rag in a hamper in the bathroom closet that had jean’s name written on it in sharpie.

she’s slipping the bag on her shoulder and helping you walk with the other one. when you walk out, ymir is leaning on the wall by the door with a smirk.

ymir squats down a bit, laughing at your shaky legs every time you took a step. historia and her manage to get you on ymir’s back. you fall asleep before you three can get to the car.

———

when you wake up, your whole lower body is sore. your eyelids feel heavy as you open them, coming to your senses. you recognize ‘dance moms’ playing in the background and historia eating cereal as she watches.

you groan lowly, and historia finally notices your consciousness.

“so...,” you yawn while you stretch your arms up into the air, “talk about last night?”

historia nods while she chews, “so basically, i was jealous that you were hooking up with another girl that wasn’t me.”

“but why would you be jealous...? i thought you hated me,” you rub your cheek against the pillow you’re laying your head on.

historia blushes as she looks away with a pout, “i never hated you... i just... i didn’t like the feelings i have for you.”

“oh,” you lay on your back and ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks, “what are.... the feelings..?”

“i may or may not love you,” she hides her face by holding her bowl full of cereal to her chin.

you don’t say anything for a few moments, trying to think of what you wanted to say.

“i... i love you too. but, that doesn’t just mean i forgive and forget all the horrible shit you’ve done to me. i’ll start dating you when i feel that you’ve... ‘atoned’ for your sins,” you sigh, “it’s gonna take some time but if you want this to work or even start, you’ve gotta make it up to me and understand where i’m coming from.”

she looks at you with slight excitement, “i... of course! i was really mean to you and you didn’t deserve that, no matter how much i disliked you. i promise to make it up to you.”

she’s holding her pinky finger up to you.

you smile and link your pinkies with her’s, “promise.”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #historia reiss #historia x reader #anime

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Girlfriend. Singular (Lindsey Horan x Reader)

Request: I would love to see something with r and Lindsey being together and then coming out to several of their friends/teammates little by little. Like maybe someone catches them, some guess, and they just tell some?

You weren’t hiding your relationship. You only hid the things that you were ashamed of, and you were 100% not ashamed that you were dating Lindsey Horan. Hell, you were beyond proud that you had wooed the woman they called the Great Horan. She was a fucking catch and you were shocked that she was as into you as you were to her. It was like she was supergirl while you were just Lena’s receptionist Jess, though she would argue that you were her Lena.

In the beginning, you hadn’t told the rest of your team about your relationship because it was new and you wanted to bask in the honeymoon phase as they called it. You didn’t want to get teased by your teammates all the time. You just wanted to enjoy each other.

Then you just never got around to spilling the secret. You supposed it was like Kara finally telling Lena that she was Supergirl. They would be hurt that you kept it from them, and each day you waited it got harder.

Funnily enough, you and Lindsey hadn’t been hiding at all. Your friends were just horrible at taking a hint. You were the dark horse of the team. Known for being more reserved than Alyssa, possessing a glare that could rival Hopes and goal-scoring abilities that shocked even Carlie (especially when you connected with your girlfriend on the field). You weren’t touchy and you rarely ever smiled, unless you were around a certain Blond midfielder, or your older sister (The Christen Press). You also had a bit of a reputation for being the player of the team. In all honesty, serious relationships terrified you, so you had just avoided them. That was until Lindsey had come into your life.

Ironically, Christin wasn’t the first person you told about your relationship. Instead, it was her girlfriend Tobin who weaseled it out of you.

You sighed from your place on the bench, watching as Lindsey and Emily fucked around on the field after practice. You licked your lips, your eyes tracing Lindsey’s form. The AC/DC tanktop she had stolen from you this morning perfectly displaying her arms which were shiny with sweat from practice, accentuating just how muscular they were.

“Dude, if you don’t close your mouth, you’re going to start catching flies” Tobin laughed, sitting down on the bench next to you, using her finger to nudge your chin. Pink dusted your cheeks, as you used the back of your hand to wipe the drool that had gathered at the corner of your mouth.

“Hm, can’t help it. She just looks so good in that tank top,” You mumbled, your eyes still transfixed on the woman who stole your heart.

“Isn’t that your tank top?” Tobin asked, bumping your shoulder with her own, finally drawing your attention away from Lindsey. The blush on your cheeks deepened and you grinned sheepishly at the woman who was essentially your sister-in-law at this point.

“She forgot her’s last night, and we didn’t have time to stop by her apartment this morning,” You shrugged nonchalantly, not thinking anything of the admission that the two of you had spent the night together. You made a mental note to talk to her about restocking the drawer she had at your apartment, or maybe you should just suggest that the two of you move in together because it was rare that you spent the night apart. Was a year in too early to ask for something like that? You weren’t sure, as you had never let a relationship get this far before.

You were so lost in thoughts that you missed Tobin’s eyes nearly jumping out of her head. Lindsey was essentially her team baby, and not that she didn’t love you, but you didn’t have the greatest track record with women. She didn’t want either of you to get hurt.

“Does Chris know?” She questioned quietly, worry leaking into her tone. She placed a gentle hand on your knee, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You shook your head, glancing at the hand on your leg in confusion.

“That you and Lindsey are doing it?” Tobin mumbled hesitantly, and your eyebrows furrowed. “Doing it? What are we, in middle school Tobs?” You snorted at her verbiage, and it was Tobin’s turn to blush.

“Fine, does Chris know that you’re screwing your teammates? Is that better?” She snapped at you and you openly laughed at her, scrunching up your nose. It was weird to hear such crude language coming out of her mouth, and you didn’t like to think about the things you were doing with Lindsey like that.

“First it’s a teammate. Singular and we’re doing a lot more than screwing,” You murmured, suddenly finding your hands very interesting. No, you didn’t have a great track record with women, but you were trying to change that.

“Gross dude, I don’t need to hear about your sex life. Just… don’t hurt her. She won’t ever tell you this, but she gets emotionally invested, and just...” Tobin began to ramble, and your wide eyes snapped to her’s. You knew that Lindsey was emotionally invested, if she wasn’t you guys would have a very big problem.

“Tobin, I don’t think you’ve got the situation right,” You tried to interrupt, running a hand through your hair in frustration. She shook her head. No this wasn’t a pleasant conversation but it needed to be had.

“I know friends with benefits relationships are your thing, but Lindsey deserves more than that,” She stated firmly, the hand that was on your leg clenching. An awkward silence settled between the two of you, your mouth opening and closing several times in an attempt to get the right words to come out of your mouth.

“Lindsey and I are dating Tobin,” You said quietly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, insecurity racing through you when Tobin gasped.

“What?” Tobin’s confusion was clear. She didn’t know what she was expecting to come out of your mouth, but that wasn’t it.

“Lindsey’s not a friend with benefits, she’s my girlfriend,” You said again, a little bit louder, puffing out your chest slightly.

“Oh,” She said quietly, relief filling her and her shoulders slumped. She didn’t want to have to choose between you and Lindsey, and she didn’t want either of you to get hurt.

“Yeah, for like the last year,” You responded, inspecting your fingers. You were ashamed that you hadn’t told her or your sister yet, but you hadn’t been sure how to.

“So it’s serious,” Tobin inquired casually, sending you a sideways look. She wasn’t used to having deep conversations with you. You usually saved that stuff for your sister.

“Yep,” You nodded, popping the p.

“Nice,” She smiled, holding her hand up for a high five. Your smile brightened and you slapped her hand, your shoulders relaxing. Maybe telling Tobin first was for the best. Her chillness put you at ease.

*****

The worst part about camps was that you and your girlfriend were never able to alone time. Vlatko had insisted that rooming the two of you together would just be a distraction, and it had been nearly impossible to shake your respective roommates. So after nearly a week of being unable to so much as hug your girlfriend, you jumped at the chance to finally be able to touch her.

“How long are Rose and Emily going to be gone?” You asked huskily into her neck, running your hands up and down her strong thighs that were straddling your body. God, you loved how muscular and tan they were.

“Not sure,” She breathed back, leaning in to kiss your lips before returning her attention to the spot on your neck she knew made you weak. You let out a light moan, completely missing her smirk.

“We’ll have to be quick,” You mumbled, tilting your head to the side to give her more access, letting your hands drift underneath her shirt, enjoying the warm skin that you found there.

“It’s funny that you think you’re the one controlling the pace here,” She smirked against your neck, trailing her lips up the curve of your jaw up to your ear. She took the shell carefully between her teeth, sending a shiver down your spine. Nope, you were not in charge right now, but that was fine with you as long as she kept doing her thing.

“Hmm,” You hummed, pulling her hips more firmly against you, she sighed into your mouth. Her hands drifted under your shirt, running circles on your abs. You worked incredibly hard to keep them just because you knew how much Lindsey loved them.

“Off,” She demanded, tugging at the fabric of your shirt. You complied, leaning back to pull your shirt off. Her eyes traced down your chest, landing on the muscles that lined your stomach. You cupped her face, wiping the drool from her lip, sending her a crooked smile.

She leaned up to press her lips to yours, tangling her finger in the baby hairs at the back of your neck, pulling you closer and directing your movements. You slid your hands up her thighs, to grab her but, pulling her impossibly closer and thanking God that she was wearing short shorts. You two were so caught up in each other that you didn’t hear the door open, or your two very shocked teammates.

“Holy shit, Y/n has got some abs,” Emily exclaimed, causing you to jump and Lindsey to almost fall off your lap, had you not been cupping her ass. Your cheeks tinted bright red.

“Holy shit, Lindsey is the top,” Rose added. Lindsey cackled loudly and your blush got deeper.

“Fuck,” you muttered, burying your face in your girlfriend’s chest, hiding from your friend’s laughter.

“There will be no fucking anywhere near any furniture that I’ll be on,” Emily smirked at the two of you.

“Then don't go to Lindsey’s apartment,” You mumbled, only pulling your face out of your girlfriend's cleavage long enough to stick your tongue out at your friends. Emily scrunched her face up in disgust.

“So is that what you guys are doing, fucking?” Rose asked, quirking her eyebrows up at Lindsey. She didn’t think Lindsey was into that kinda thing.

“Right now we’re talking to you guys,” You huffed, running your hands through your very messed up hair, ignoring the pinch Lindsey gave to your side before handing you your shirt. Your abs were for her eyes only.

“That’s not what I meant,” Rose whined, and you laughed.

“We’re dating, have been for almost a year and a half,” Lindsey said after a few seconds.

“Thought baby press didn’t do relationships,” Emily grumbled, her eyebrows furrowing, staring at you in disbelief.

“Relationship, singular,” You said indignantly. Why couldn’t everyone understand that there was only one girl that you wanted?

“Aw, she’s blushing!” Rose sent you a wide smile, pinching your very red cheeks. You pulled your head away

“Go Lanessie” Emily laughed, giving Lindsey a high five (which Lindsey returned with a roll of her eyes) very much as the one Tobin had given you.

*****

After their rude interruption, Rose and Emily demanded that you have a movie night. You didn’t mind, it meant that you got to cuddle with your girlfriend. You just wished that they picked a better movie, not that you didn’t love Disney, but Treasure Planet was never one of your favorites. Between early morning practice and how freaking comfortable you were, you couldn’t help but fall asleep on your girlfriend.

“She’s so cute when she sleeps,” Emily’s whisper broke into your stream of consciousness, as did several clicking sounds.

“Oh shit,” Emily winced after a few minutes.

“What?” You felt Lindsey shift beneath you.

“What time is it?” You groaned, still half asleep.

“Don’t get mad,” Emily said far too quickly.

“Tell me what you did first,” Your girlfriend ruby bled, running a hand up and down your back in an attempt to lug you back to sleep. She knew that sleep was already a problem for you, but it combined with you being roomed separately meant that you got far too little of it.

“I just couldn’t help myself, I didn’t mean to snap it,” Emily mumbled out ashamedly.

“Snap it to who,” Lindsey asked, trying to keep her voice level, to prevent you from waking up.

“The whole team,” Emily said quietly. Your sleeping face pressed into her best friend had been too cute to resist. She was going to send it to Tobin and Press, because how could you let that go to waste.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, your eyes blinking open and meeting Lindsey’s blue ones. Her eyes softened.

“Shh baby, go back to sleep, Emily’s an idiot,” She whispered, running her fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Already knew that,” You cracked a smile.

“I take offense to that,” Emily huffed indignantly.

“Everyone’s going to know soon,” Lindsey placed a kiss into your hair. The two of you had been meaning to tell the team for months now. No, this is ant the way the two of you wanted to do it, but at least you didn’t have to hide anymore.

It was only a few minutes before the knocks began on the door, pulling you again from your sleep. Your nosey freaking teammates. You felt more like a zoo exhibit than a person sometimes.

It was only going to get worse now that they found out that the team's player had been convinced that a relationship was doable.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine

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sakiyo · 4 years

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━ # HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR COLLEGE ROOMATES PT. 1

+ pairings: atsumu miya/reader

+ tags: atsumu bring a messy dude </3, platonic-ish relationship, uni!au

+ warnings: very brief mentions of sex, weed and alcohol, partying

+ word count: a lot probably idk they’re headcanons

+ note: this is gonna be a series but atsumu’s was wayyy too long!! the rest will probably be much shorter [i was too attached to these hcs to shorten them so enjoy]. thank you @kiyoomae for helping me with these mwah ily beaut <3

ATSUMU MIYA

girl...RUN

he’s a great person sure

but he’s not the BEST roommate

not even osamu wants to room with him, but honestly he just wants cheap rent [like every other student alive]

so when he sees a ‘roommate wanted’ poster on campus, he basically believes that this a sign from god that he should go to your interview

one thing about atsumu:

HES A CATFISH!

he knows that first impressions are one of the most important things in life [mostly because of volleyball and what not]

so naturally he’s going to act the way you want him to !! toxic trait: subtle manipulation i’m telling you

and so when he shows up at your place, hes pretty much perfect. he looks put together and his fit is immaculate okay?

usually, you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes down to roommates….better safe than sorry babe

and the second atsumu mentions his gravitation towards volleyball and sports, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

a clean and well put roommate who ALSO spends most of their time away from the apartment? what more could you ask for?

and as a quick bonus: HES HOT!! [so you can definitely brag to your friends about the attractive roommate you scored]

you’re quick to say yes, and as soon as you know it he’s added to the contract with your landlord!

atsumu keeps up his facade for another two weeks or so; washing dishes, keeping clean, never being too noisy and giving you your personal space

but when he finally shows his true colours?

you’re not sure if you want to strangle him or rip out your hair strand by strand

whew....he is messy.

atsumu [osamu too] is a momma’s boy, he’s never really had to do dishes or anything like that unless he has to

he never does his dishes. you ALWAYS end up washing them because you prefer a tidy kitchen

dont get me started on the cups

he uses YOUR cups and leaves them littered around the apartment like they’re easter eggs for you to hunt. one time, you found your favourite mug under a couch???

his room is no different either

you prefer to stay away from it, but you had caught a glimpse of it through his partially open bedroom door

....it’s a lot to process.

there are plates on his desk, disposable cups and crushed soda cans on his nightstand, clean laundry in different corners of the room and you swear you see a half full bottle of vodka that had gone missing from your own alcohol cabinet

but for some reason his room still manages to smell like lavender. and you hate that fact.

he NEVER has his house keys on him

he pretty much has you on speed dial because the amount of times this man has forgotten his keys inside the house is WILD

him: hey roomie...it’s me again...

you: atsumu it’s 11 pm and i’m out with friends, i’m not driving back just to open the door for you

him: then what am i going to do??

you: sit there and starve.

so he sits against your apartment door, playing games on his phone and texting his friends

he’s also getting clowned in the gc by suna and osamu PLS ATSUMU GO HOME [oh wait-]

when one of your neighbours pass by or see him sitting there he just gives that rlly awkward white person smile that’s like 😐

HIS PHONE DIES TOO FROM USING IT SO MUCH TOO RKDKGKJ

so basically he’s sitting there, hungry and bored.

when you come back, he’s almost asleep, a little bit of drool hanging on at the side of his mouth

“wake up, i brought you food.”

atsumu might be an annoying roomie, but you’re not heartless.

he 100% gets hair dye all over the bathroom, and he NEVER washes it out

so you’re not too happy when you have to replace your rug because there was a massive bleach stain on it

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, GENEROUSLY TOO

like atsumu...sir 🤣🤚 that shits like 20 dollars! stop using globs of it at once

istg you could buy a new bottle of shampoo/body wash and it’s already halfway through after a week or so

he promises that he’ll stop, but it just gets worse

NEVER let this man go grocery shopping for you by himself, you’ll get everything BUT what you asked for

okay, he does get you what you asked for, but not really

you ask for wheat bread and he gets white bread. you ask for vanilla ice cream and he gets you chocolate

why??

“i think it’s better than what you originally put down.”

you want a new roommate.

but as time passes by, you deduce that he has some redeeming qualities: like how fun he is when drunk, or how he can keep you entertained for hours about his surprisingly interesting days

you’ve met his friends too! they all love you

but they’re also quite sorry for you for having to put up with atsumu

sometimes, you’ll even join them with them when they’re all hanging in your living room

you never miss the small blush that creeps onto tsumus face whenever his old teammates tell you about the stories he deliberately left out to make himself look cooler [pls give this man love he needs it]

suna: wait i have a video of him getting pummeled in the face with a volleyball-

atsumu: ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO GO!!

atsumu: y/n has a test tomorrow!!

you: tomorrow’s saturday-

if you two have roommate rules, he definitely breaks some of them

no parties without you knowing??? like hell he’s following that

atsumu likes to party! he doesn’t mind hosting one or two every now and then

so he picks a day that he knows you’ll be out for the night, most likely studying because you won’t be back home until around 1 am

so the apartment is a mess and it’s partially trashed, there’s a lingering scent of weed and alcohol, someone probably vomited in your sink, and it’s loud.

so loud that you can hear it from the elevator.

you had decided to come home early and surprise atsumu with his favourite takeout, but you’re already met with tipsy and wasted bodies littered along the corridors, and it doesn’t take very long for you to put two and two together and realize it’s atsumu’s doing

long story short, you and atsumu have to go around the apartment to deliver personal apologies to your neighbours [this definitely isn’t your first or last warning]

in terms of hookups?

atsumu doesn’t care too much for sexual relationships, since his priority lies in volleyball and actually graduating, but he’ll have someone over every now and then

usually, it’s meant to be a time when you’re not around, because the walls are thin as fuck

but atsumu doesn’t really care in the heat of the moment

so yeah, you definitely want to neuter him when you hear incoherent moans and a headboard creaking

the morning after, you immediately chase his one night stand out of the apartment and go off on him for a second

after a few months, atsumu doesn’t get on your nerves as much

you could go as far as to call him a friend

during exam and midterm weeks, you both study together and even order takeout— which leads to the two of you passing out in your living room due to pure exhaustion

YOU HELP HIM DYE HIS HAIR

atsumu sometimes doesn’t get all of his spots because he can only do so much by himself

so after you hear his frustrated groans, you’re willing to help him dye his hair.

and from there it basically becomes a routine

you were also the one who introduced him to TONER!!

he swears that you changed his life

he also walks around in nothing but his boxers because it’s comfortable but gets flustered and ‘mad’ when you wear nothing but an old t-shirt

forces you to come to him games to cheer loudly for him

this man- he asks you to cheer for him when he does his serve routine and when you do his head gets so big

but he denies it when his teammates tease him about you

half of his clothes have made its way into your closet! but honestly, he does not mind

his cute roommate is wearing his sweats and a hoodie with his name at the back of it, why would he be mad?

you’ve hooked up with him at least twice.

#i couldn’t care less if this flopped i just need the world to know how i feel ab atsumu as a roommate #formatting this absolutely murdered me its too late for this istg #anyways this is just a bunch of word vomint idk if ppl actually wanna read this but idc #ATSUMU MIYA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME!!#look he'd be a terrible roomie but a fun one at the same time if you understand??#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu miya headcanons #[🥢].my works

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mommymooze · 3 years

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The Dating Game!

Lights are flashing different colors on the words written on the wall. Cheezy trumpet music blares as the announcer speaks,”“Welcome! Welcome! to Fodlan’s greatest craze, the Dating Game, and here’s your host, Chuck Margolis!!”

“Hey, Hey lovers, its Chuck Margolis here with you again for the Dating game! We have a new lucky lady as our contestant and three available bachelors ready to play our game. At the end of the show, our lucky lady will choose who she will go out with on their date!” The MC is boisterous and walking quickly about the stage.

“First, let’s meet the men that are vying for our beauty’s attention.

A light shines brightly over the head of the first seated male. The announcer begins, “Hailing from Fraldarius territory in the Kingdom is none other than the son of the Duke himself, Felix Fraldarius. Felix is a swordsman.”

The announcer goes quiet, you can hear him talking to someone “but that’s all he wrote, what else can I say?”

Chuck steps up, waving in the direction of the men. “Welcome Felix!” he announces too boisterously for the succinct introduction. Felix grimaces in return

A second light comes on, shining on the next seated male. The announcer, “Hailing from the Leicester Alliance is Raphael Kirsten. He is studying to be a Knight but hopes someday to open his own restaurant. He loves his little sister and building his muscles.”

“Greetings soon to be Sir Raphael!” Chuck bows dramatically. Raphael waves eagerly and smiles widely.

The light finally illuminates the last chair on the stage revealing a sleeping male. Our announcer, “Direct from Enbarr to you is Linhardt von Hevring. A proven healer and self-proclaimed genius, Linhardt’s interest focuses primarily on the study of Crests. He also enjoys fishing and naps.” The green haired man is fast asleep sitting up on his chair.

Chuck chortles, “He seems to be enjoying himself with a nap right now!”

Now we will bring out our fair maiden, we’ve kept her in a silenced room to not find out about our handsome bachelors. She will have to ask them questions in order to determine which one she will invite on a date at our expense.

“Let’s welcome the lovely--- Sailor!” Chuck proclaims.

The announcer reads her details, “Born in the Kingdom’s territory our guest originally hails from the Kleiman region. She’s 20 years old, 5’11’’ tall and until recently worked as a ship hand on the Flying Mermaid. She’s come to Garreg Mach to find her destiny and also to find true love!”

“Welcome, Sailor! Aren’t you a beauty. I bet you would love romantic strolls along the beach, eh?” Chuck makes waggly eyebrows at her.

“I suppose.” She smiles, quite confused at all of this.

“Well, Miss Sailor, it’s time for you to ask questions of the eligible bachelors on the other side of the wall in hopes of gaining a date with them, and who knows, perhaps you will fall in love…” Chuck waggles his eyebrows.

Sailor gets comfortable in her chair. “Okay, Bachelor number 2. What is your favorite time of the day?”

Raphael thinks for a second. “Well, I gotta say lunch time, no, dinner time, wait. MEAL TIME. That’s the best, makes me hungry just thinking about it.”

She nods while listening to him speak. “Bachelor number 1, same question.”

Felix groans. “When it is time to spar, or time to fight. You must spar to get strong, if you are not the strongest, you will die.”

Sailor nods at his response. “Bachelor number 3, same question.”

Raph nudges Linhardt in his very loud whisper voice, “Dude, you’re up.”

Linhardt yawns and stretches. “Is it nap time yet? That’s my favorite time of day.”

From him that seems to Make sense. Sailor agrees. “Next question If I were to turn the tables and get you flowers, what kind should I get you? Number 1?”

Felix, “Why am I here? I don’t care about flowers. I just need a sword and a target and I’m fine.” He grunts, crossing his arms and frowning more fiercely.

“Number 3?” Sailor asks.

“Urughhh” Lin yawns again. “Camomile is a wonderful flower, it makes the perfect tea to relax you and give you pleasant dreams when sleeping.”

Sailor, smiling: “Number 2?”

Raphael is all excited, “I was at this amazing restaurant and this Chef made flowers out of meat sticks and bacon! It was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. Give me those flowers,yeah!”

Sailor laughs pleasantly. Just like it said on the card for her to do. “Bachelor 3, what is your favorite smell?”

Linhardt looks wistfully into the distance, “Freshly laundered sheets, hung out in the sunshine, they smell like a beautiful day, perfect for sleep. “

“Bachelor 2?”

Raph drools, “The smell of pure protein cooking! Gotta build my muscles, I got lots but always need more!”

Bachelor 1?

Felix grunts, “The smell of steel, sweat and hard work. “

Sailor reads the card, “Ok. I am making a huge beef roast. Perfectly spiced, rare in the middle. Will you be joining me for dinner?”

Bachelor 1? “I suppose”

Bachelor 2? “Yeah, let me at it. Sounds delish!”

Bachelor 3? “Eueggh blood. Count me out.”

Ding!! Ding!!!

Chuch stqnds next to the girl, having her stand and moving the chair back. “That is our signal. That is all the time she has! Our beautiful contestant must now choose the lucky person she will go on an all expenses date with. Will it be bachelor 1, bachelor 2 or bachelor 3?

Sailor looks a little panicked. “Oh. This is so sudden..hmm. Who should I pick” :::Nibbles on fingernails::: “I choose….I choose…Bachelor 2!”

Chuck pats her on the shoulder. “Okay. But first let’s meet the 2 you did not choose. Bachelor 1, come on over. It’s the son of duke Fraldarius himself, Felix!”

Felix stomps around the corner nods his head and walks off the other end of the stage. Chuck keeps the show rolling. “Here is bachelor 3, Linhardt von Hevring. An aspiring crestologist in the territory that shares his name.” Linhardt politely walks up to the girl, shakes her hand and kisses her cheek. He then notices the comfy chair behind her and lays back on it to get more sleept.

Chuck waves his hand, “And here is the big reveal, you chose bachelor 2, Raphael.!! A knight in training and loving brother to his baby sister maya!!!”

Raphael comes around the corner and is all smiles and flexing his muscles. He shakes her hand then turns beet red when he kisses her on the cheek.

Chuck continues: “Congratulations you two! You’ve won an all expense paid holiday in Remire Village!. The quaint getaway spot at the foot of the Oghma mountains. The wildlife is plentiful, and the feasting is incredible!”

Raphael gives a cheer. “I can’t wait.!!” He gets so excited he picks up his date and starts lifting her up and down over his head. “Yeah!”

See you next time on the Dating Game!

Side note: My husband watches too many old tv shows. Got this stuck in my head. Enjoy.

#fe16 #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #raphael kirsten #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fire emblem

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anemonenemerosa · 3 years

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The Spare - Chapter 11

And the story continues. This one is much less angsty. As always, a big thank you to @lumosinlove

Chapter 11

Regulus was woken by a heavy thud and someone swearing loudly. He was completely disoriented, his brain sluggish and not quite connecting what happened last night and how he ended up ...here. N’importe quoi… Whatever…

Blinking blearily, he spotted someone hopping on one leg, clutching their other foot in their hands, still generously swearing. Erm... He snorted at a remarkably colourful curse and the head of the girl, so it seemed, snapped up.

She looked him up and down through dark-rimmed glasses and the floppy top of her ashy-brown pixie-cut, presently sporting a rather impressive bed head, while gnawing her bottom-lip like Ben sometimes did.

"Sorry." But her barely concealed grin belied the soft mumbling. She wasn't so sorry.

He slowly began to comprehend what was amusing her. Regulus was sprawled on the couch, his feet tangling off one end, drool sticking to his cheek, half-entangled in the chicken-blanket and clad in a hideous shirt with cow pattern that barely covered his midriff. Short, he was the epitome of sophistication, grace and elegance. Ouais, enfin… c’est naze. Yeah, well... that sucks.

He could feel himself turning beet red and sat up, violently scrubbing his cheek.

"Good morning, you want Tea?" she asks. Regulus nodded without listening to what he just agreed to. Maybe I won an Alpaca... Okay... I'm not awake yet. That is not an awake-Regulus thought.

While she turns to... get whatever he agreed to, he stood up and stretched in an attempt to wake up properly, feeling like he had barely slept at all. A glimpse on his phone confirmed his feeling: Half past five in the morning. He had about two and a half hours of sleep. He allowed himself his internal eyeroll, stretched again and winced, rubbing his stiff neck.

Then he took a look at the girl coming back from the kitchen with two steaming cups in her hands, a bottle of milk wedged between her upper arm and her ribcage and a paper bag of sugar pressed with her chin to her chest.

Regardless of the rather odd way of transporting stuff he notes that she is, no other way to say it, minuscule. Her shirt was reaching over her wide hips below mid-thigh and was most likely even smaller than the one he... clearly pulled off.

The girl -Josephine, he assumed- probably was around 5'2'' as she just reached the height of Regulus' shoulder, making him around a foot taller. How does she get to, like, half of the stuff in this room?

After briefly considering the height of Ben and Mateo, he wondered whether the door to the flat was a portal to the shire and he was now surrounded by friendly hobbits. Definitely mad. He snorted again. Since when did he even do this?

Jo dropped her cargo on the living room table without spilling anything, plopped down the couch and busied herself with the tea. When he settled down beside her, a cup was pressed into his hand while she poured milk into her own, gesturing for him to help himself. Concerning tea, Regulus had always been a purist. A bit of Lemon was acceptable in Earl Grey and that's about it. He eyed her milky-tea. Wasn't she british? Païenne. Heathen.

"I'm Jo. I sort of live here. Had an OK night?" she asked, not facing him.

"No" Regulus sore neck began to give him a tension headache and rubbing at it did not help at all.

At first, she just huffed at his deadpan answer but then looked up at him and he got a first look of her face. She was as pale as her brother, her face slim with a gentle jawline and high but not overexaggerated cheekbones. Her eyes were framed with very dark lashes, a dark blue borderlining green with hazel flecks around her Pupils similar to her brothers but also very different, open and sparkling, the bridge of her slightly broad button nose was sprinkled with pale freckles and the tip sported a silver septum-ring. Her full lips were currently being gnawed at, paired with a raised eyebrow. This soft and expressive face was about as different from his mother’s as possible and Regulus' stomach gave an undignified churn.

"Quoi?", he was suddenly very irritated, "I had about two hours of sleep and my brain is pounding through my skull! I have no nerve for idle chatter and polite exchange of pleasantries."

Jo gave him a second glance, put both their mugs at the table and sat down on top of the back of the couch, directly behind Regulus.

"What-" he started again but was curtly interrupted "Oh bloody hell, belt up!" What?!

"I am not nearly as socially gifted as the other two himbos. I do not beat around the bush, I do not small talk, I was a nice and considerate host, offered tea and stuff although I prefer my mornings calm and solitary. I do not have the patience to deal with snappy dudes on my couch so hold still. I'm gonna fix your neck and we try again." So, bullying people into feeling better runs in the family...

That said, she pulled his shoulders back so that he was sitting straight and began carefully kneading his neck up to his hairline. I hurt. A lot, but somehow her hands tingled on his skin in a completely irrational matter. Then, Jos hands reached up to the base of his skull and her thumbs very precisely and firmly pressed on two rather sensitive spots he didn’t even know were there. Regulus gasped and tensed up.

"I know, but it gets better soon. Ben used to twist his neck all the time. I know what I’m doing." her voice was much softer now. Then, she pressed into similar tender spots on his shoulders and shuffled back to sit beside him.

"Better?"

He took a few breaths to realise that, indeed, the pain was almost gone. "Yes."

"Nice. Shall we have a civil and less snappy conversation now?" It came over rather rude but there was a smirk in her eyes and a corner of a lip was twitching slightly.

"Why are you even awake now?" Regulus mumbled after sitting in silence for a while.

"Just am. I've always been an early riser and as resident introvert I do genuinely enjoy mornings on my own to prepare for a day full of dealing with people and have other exasperating encounters."

Regulus turned his head towards her. "Are you always this plain about things?"

By now, Jo had tucked herself in the corner of the couch, sitting cross-legged and playing with a hole in her sock.

"As I told you, I do not beat around the bush. I mean, I am capable of cordiality but interaction with people is bound to lead to miscommunication. Why make it worse by hidden meanings, hinting on things or even expecting that the other one is a mind reader... People are hard work as is; Many of them are daft, stubborn or worse, both. I prefer to keep strangers at an arm’s length."

Instead of a witty remark, Regulus gave an embarrassing little chuckle. How very eloquent... He liked her view on society. "You are a little overdramatic now, don’t you think? Besides, you just gave me a neck massage. That was closer than an arm’s length."

"No and no." He risked a side glace at her, caught a short smirk and smiled into his tea, realised what he was doing and gave an internal admonishing glare at his composure.

"I suspect you know the difference between literally and metaphorically, too. So m'just gonna continue in the belief you're shitting with me. Here you go with the literal answer: The massage was self-preservation. You're an unbearable little git when in pain."

Regulus raised his eyebrows in a mock expression and leaned in the opposite corner of the couch "I see. Am I now of decent demeanour, your grace?"

"Surprisingly tolerable." She returned the with a smirk.

They bantered and talked about random stuff (A great amount of time was put into determining the best Disc World Series – Truce between Ankh-Morpok City Watch and Death) for what felt like hours and seconds at the same time. Regulus profession was not even part of the conversation and he didn't think he had ever talked for so long with someone without getting to hockey and the mess that came with the name Black, eventually.

He felt strangely at ease here, catching himself paying less attention to his meticulously established guard. He barely scanned Jos words for hidden implications or concealed prying, like he was so used to do. It became so much second nature to him that, until now, he didn't even realise how exhausting this habit was.

What the hell? Reg asked himself not for the first time since meeting Ben in the rink-showers and he was starting to freak out a little.

After an uncommonly long silence he noticed Jo looking at him again while gnawing her lips. It seemed to be a giveaway that she's about to ask something uncomfortable.

"Reg?" The use of the pet-name felt like a slap. He should really tell them to stop this.

"How do you know my name?" Apparently, Regulus was still not used to being known.

"The note this morning only read: The guy on the Couch is Reg, be nice." Jo really tried to sound light-hearted.

Regulus was starting to get suspicious again. "Ah. What?"

"I do not want you to feel like shit so tell me if you do not want to answer: Why are you here?" Jo shiften unconftably in her corner.

"I do not want to answer." Regulus prepared himself for the inevitable interrogation.

"OK." Here we go… Wait.

"That’s it?"

"Sure, why would I pry?" The girl furrowed her brows while looking at him over the brim of her cup.

He felt strangely content until now, that he remembered why he was here and asked himself what these people actually wanted from him. The knot in his stomach was back with full force as he felt the waves of guilt washing over him.

He ruined his brother live and was sitting on a couch, drinking tea and joking around with strangers? He got up abruptly, plucked is clothes from the heating unit and changed quickly, not giving a flying fuck about giving the girl a prime view of his naked arse. Jo stood between him and the couch, her brows still furrowed.

"I need to go." With that he was out of the door and only just heard her calling

"Hey idiot, you can come back this evening if you want to" before the doors of the elevator closed. Smooth, Black. Real smooth.

#the spare #regulus black #lumosinlove sweater weather #my oc's

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sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics · 4 years

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Sun Sea & Two Holiday Romances? - Part One

Author’s Note; So I’ve had this sat in my drafts since like January and didn’t post it because I didn’t know how to end it nor did I think it was any good! Thank you Karen @slashscowboyboots for reading this before I uploaded it and helping breath some new ideas and ending into it with me and encouraging me that It wasn’t shit without your help it would still be sat in my drafts 😂❤️(also if you don’t please go read her writing because it’s amazing and my favourite!)

Amy and Karen had met online on a blogging site in which they had become friends over their thirst for rhythm guitarists and bass players and this weekend Karen was coming to visit Amy from the US for a friends weekend getaway. They’d booked a cottage by the sea and had every intention of taking full advantage of the good weather, walks along the cliffs and several bottles of wine!

Amy had picked Karen up at the airport and they were on the way for some fresh sea air.

“You know I was expecting the U.K. to be wetter and colder” Karen said to Amy.

Amy looked over at her and laughed.

“I mean it is always wet and cold this is just a good day” She shrugged.

“What do you wanna do first? Drop our luggage and go eat or drop our luggage and do the beach?” Amy asked her.

“I really don’t mind, it’s totally up to you”

“Are you tired?”

“A little, but not to the point where I desperately need to go to sleep” Karen shrugged.

The girls decided the beach to breathe in some of the fresh sea air and stretch their legs was going to be the first stop that afternoon.

“Shit, it’s windy!” Amy cried.

“Just a bit, all I can taste is my shampoo and sand” Karen shouted over the wind.

“I totally should of not worn a skirt!” A large gust of wind whipping up Amy’s skirt flashing her knickers to every man and his dog that walked by.

Karen was trying to hold her blouse down to stop the wind from billowing up it.

“Usually it takes a lot more to see the goods than that” a voice laughed behind them.

The girls turned to face the voices and both their jaws dropped. They stood face to face with two of the most gorgeous guys they’d ever seen. The taller of the two flicked his fluffy blonde hair from his eyes and smiled at the girls. Karen glanced over at Amy who’s mouth was agape and knowing her was probably drooling. The blonde extended his hand to them.

“I’m Duff, this is Izzy” he said gesturing at the raven haired man stood next to him, who waved and smiled.

Amy heard Karen gasp as if the air has been knocked from her lungs and snickered.

“A…Amy”She squeaked her voice cracking red rising up in her cheeks in embarrassment. This time it was Karen’s turn to snicker.

“And this is Karen” Amy told them gesturing to her blonde friend. Her voice a little less squeaky and crackly than before but face still just as crimson.

“We saw you ladies struggling a bit trying to urmm… stay clothed and we were wondering if you wanted to join us for a drink and get out of the wind?” Izzy asked the both of them.

“Umm…I dunno..” Karen started but then received a vicious elbow in the ribs from Amy before she could finish.

“We’d loved to!” Amy chirped side eyeing her blonde friend. Karen opted for the safer option of nodding her head in fear Amy would elbow her again.

Karen, Amy, Duff and Izzy ended up in a small pub along the sea front listening the wind whistle against the windows.

“What can we get you ladies to drink?” Duff asked.

“Oh you don’t have to do that” they blurted at the same time.

“No, no we insist” Izzy told them.

“Fine, I’ll take a BlackBerry Margarita” Karen told him.

“Amy?” He asked.

“G&T with extra ice if that’s okay?”

“Anything for a pretty girl like you” Duff said nudging her gently and smirking.

“If you’ll excuse us, we need to go and freshen up real quick don’t we Karen?” Amy said grabbing her friends hand to drag her to the toilets.

“I don….” She was cut off my Amy’s death glare and willingly went with her to the toilets.

“God I look like shit” Amy cried slamming her hands on the counter the hundreds of bangles she wore jingling up her wrists.

“You look absolutely fine” Karen reassured her.

“Give over” Amy argued back as she dragged a brush through her hair.

“Karen are you deaf?”

“No Amy, I’m not deaf”

“Well didn’t you hear them?! Duff called me pretty and if we weren’t in a pub full of people I’m pretty sure his smile alone would of made me drop my knickers and ask him to take me on the bar” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Karen nodded and giggled.

“It’s not like you to be this nervous over men” she said to her dark haired friend.

“I’m meant to be the forward, flirty one and him being like it has really put me out and made ME nervous!” She cried.

Karen laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day”

“And I’m not sure if you noticed but I think Izzy’s really into you Karen! I’ve seen the way he steals glances at you when he thinks no one is looking and I saw the way you looked at him on the beach and gasped” Amy told her friend.

“I-I- fine yes I think he’s bloody gorgeous! Is that more to your liking?” Karen stuttered.

“Much better” Amy snickered puckering her lips and applying a shade of red lipstick to them.

The two woman waltzed out the bathroom and scanned the pub for Izzy and Duff and spotted them in the corner. They weren’t exactly hard to miss Duff the giant 6ft whatever he was with his fluffy blonde hair, zebra leather jacket and cowboy boots and Izzy with his raven locks and bold choice of shirt that saw him leave a few of the buttons undone revealing the milky skin on his chest and several necklaces made up of wooden beads and bone. Karen and Amy didn’t exactly blend in either, Karen’s aesthetic could be likened to a Stevie Nicks love child and Amy was crossing the line between looking like a rockstar from the 80s and looking like she was planning to bang a rockstar. Between the four of them they certainly stuck out like a sore thumb in the peaceful seaside town.

The girls made their way to the table and looked at each other when they realised Duff and Izzy had moved to sit opposite each other instead of next to each other.

“Go on then get in” Amy whispered to Karen giving her nudge.

“You too” Karen nudged her back.

Amy dropped in the seat next to Duff, Karen likewise with the seat next to Izzy.

“So what brings you two lovely woman here then?” Duff asked slinging his arm around Amy’s shoulder.

Her pupils widened and she grabbed her drink taking a large gulp and slamming it back down on the table.

Izzy laughed and Duff shot an eyebrow up at him.

Duff continued “Anyway where was I, because you sound very very British” he smiled at Amy.

“And you certainly aren’t British” he titled his head back, smiled and pointed at Karen.

“Online friends” Karen spat out.

“Yeah we met online through our love of our favourite bands” Amy added on.

They spend the afternoon and into the evening drinking and getting to know each other. The girls having probably drank one too many alcoholic beverages were sat giggling and hanging off every word Duff and Izzy had to say.

Amy declared she was going to the bathroom however when she stood she lost her footing and ended up falling back down completely missing the seat and landing in Duff’s lap, sending her into a laughing fit. The other 3 snorted then Duff leaned in tucking her hair behind her ear and whispered to her. Amy cackled loudly turning a couple of heads in the pub.

“Oh my god that’s so funny” she wheezed.

“What did he do?” Karen asked Izzy confused.

“He told her a joke, some of Duff’s jokes are so dumb they are actually sorta funny” Izzy rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Are you not funny?” Karen whispered to Izzy.

“Huh?” He asked.

“Or are you just the hot one?” She whispered back running her index finger gently along his black denim clad leg. Dutch courage from the alcohol fuelling her actions.

He shifted in his seat as the bright red blush rose up his neck into his cheeks.

Karen sipped on her margarita still idly running her finger along Izzy’s leg smirking everytime she felt him shift around.

When she’d had enough she yawned and turned to Amy.

“Can we go back now? I’m a bit tired and jet lagged” she asked her friend.

Izzy looked almost disappointed when she stopped and stood up. He quickly stood up too, discreetly adjusting his jeans to accommodate the small problem she had created.

Amy nodded in response standing up too and slung her bag over shoulder and sqealed when Duff grabbed her around the waist from behind and pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek making her blush.

As Duff and Amy were having a lovey dovey moment Karen extended her hand to Izzy and when he went to grab grab it she pulled him in close causing him to blush again.

“It was lovely meeting you” he choked out.

“and you” she grinned.

As her and Amy left she turned and blew him a kiss and then winked at him rendering him speechless, jaw wide open as he watched Karen leave.

“You’ve got it bad dude” Duff said to Izzy bringing him crashing back down from his little bubble.

“Yeah I think you’re right” Izzy ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

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sebseyesandbuckysthighs · 5 years

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Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Four

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: mild language, lots of fluff, a lil bit swoonworthy perhaps

a/n: Here comes part 4! I’m telling y’all, I had a lot of fun writing this series and this was definitely one of my favourite parts to write. Also, if you haven’t seen the movie I highly recommend you do! Just a disclaimer, this fic is not exactly canon to the movie so it won’t necessarily be the exact same outcome or events. Heavily inspired by it though!

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

| previously |

“And at least she smells slightly better than Barnes.” Sam joked, even managing to let out a small chuckle.

No sooner had Sam said the words than Ellie began to wiggle and squirm. Little noises of discomfort started out low and soon turned into a full-on cry. What followed the tiny wailing was a smell that could clear a room. It very nearly did as Sam choked and turned on his heel to get away, pinching his nostrils shut. Before he could get too far, Steve managed to grab him by the back of his shirt collar to reel him back in. There was no way he was handling this on his own. “You spoke too soon, Sam.”

The hands desperately covering his nose and mouth caused Sam’s voice to sound muffled. “That’s just nasty.”

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It was starting to dawn on Steve that they might be a little out of their league here. The letter may have given them some information, but they still didn't really know what to do with any of it. Especially not when they had to compete against a very loud crying baby.

“Damn, this kid has a set of pipes on her.” Sam shouted over the screaming. “Now what are we gonna do, Captain?” He didn't bother to hide the little bit of disdain in his tone.

“We need to change her.” The Captain stated obviously.

“Uh-uh.” Sam shook his head. “Not we. You. I'm not going anywhere near whatever just came out of that kid. Sorry, but it's not happening.” The outrageous odor wafted up through his nostrils again and it was all he could do to stop from gagging. “What's her mother been feeding her?!”

This really wasn't the time to discuss the baby's diet. What they needed to do was have one of them rush down to the store to pick up as much of the essentials as they could. Everything else could be bought later. With no time for debate, Steve tasked Sam with the store run while he would stay behind with Ellie and try to clean her up as best he could. The winged Avenger didn't even wait around to hear the end of Steve's sentence before he was out the door and repeatedly pressing for the elevator to come up. The blonde man barely had time to roll his eyes at his dramatic friend before turning his full attention back to the baby.

She was still wailing, clearly unhappy that she had to be subjected to rolling around in whatever mess she made. Steve was hoping he could take a minute to at least google everything he needed to know, but the sounds of Ellie's cries getting louder left him no choice. He would just have to wing it. First thing's first, he would actually have to pick up the baby to do this and Steve couldn't remember when the last time was where he held a baby in his arms. Had they always looked so small and fragile as Ellie looked right now? There was no time to second guess himself or back out on this right now, so after taking a few deep breaths Steve reached into the bassinet and picked her up.

His arms were stiff as he held Ellie out in front of him as far as he could manage. Her tiny legs dangled and kicked as Steve tried to decide what to do next. Now that she was awake and her eyes were open, he could finally see the soft shade of blue even behind the tears. The same shade that matched her father's eyes. In that moment, Steve knew that he would do whatever it takes to come through for his best friend, but more importantly, for the little girl he held in his hands and her mother. He wasn't about to let any of them down. With renewed determination, Steve cradled the little girl closer to his chest and started walking towards the bathroom.

“I'm sorry, princess. I know you're probably pretty uncomfortable right now huh? Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.” Steve's comforting words may not have made much sense to her, but he knew she needed just as much reassurance as he did. To know that everything would be alright. Just as long as Sam didn't take too long at the store and got everything they needed.

Once they reached the bathroom, Steve managed to grab a few towels from a shelf while still keeping a safe grip on Ellie and brought them over to the large counter-top sink. He laid the towels out in a pile and rested Ellie on top of them to keep her from feeling the cold, hard marble underneath. Safely resting atop the soft pile, Ellie's cries finally softened and she was now only emitting quiet whimpers and hiccups. Almost as though she knew she would find relief soon. The sounds were still enough to pull at Steve's heartstrings, but he just needed a moment to collect himself.

“This isn't rocket science or whatever Shuri and Stark get up to in their spare time.” Steve said aloud, not worrying that the baby would judge him for talking to himself. “You can do this, Rogers. She's just a sweet little baby, how bad could it be?”

After finding the little button clasps, he made quick work of removing the tiny outfit from the tiny human. He fiddled for a moment with the taped sides of the diaper and pulled it open only to immediately put it back in its place. “Holy shit, kid! What have you done?!” Steve recoiled before looking down in amazement at the bumbling baby. “How hell does something so cute and small make something so disgusting?”

The sound of Ellie giggling distracted Steve enough to forget the horror contained within the diaper and just stare down at the little girl. Her toothless grin seemed to say she knew exactly what she had done. He almost thought he could forgive her for having to clean up the mess she made. Almost.

“Proud of yourself, ain't ya?” he asked, to which she replied with another series of giggles that made saliva bubble at her lips. Despite the drool, she was still beyond adorable and he couldn't help but laugh with her.

Having wasted enough time and not wanting to tempt her cries again, Steve finally removed the diaper, tossed it, and started cleaning her up. He didn't have any baby wipes so he did the best he could with a soft cloth that he soaked in warm water. He also made a mental note to go out and buy Sam a new set of towels because this set was definitely headed for the trash.

“There we go. All clean.” Steve announced, proud of himself. The problem now was that he didn't have another diaper to change her into and she couldn't wear her onesie without one. He looked around the bathroom trying to figure out a solution, but nothing came up. Looking down at Ellie, she was staring back up at him as she made those cute baby gibberish sounds and holding onto her feet. “I'm gonna trust you not to make another mess. Do we have a deal?” He took her entire hand between his thumb and index fingers and shook the little fist in agreement. “Alright. Good. Sam better get back here soon.” He mumbled and picked Ellie up.

It ended up taking Sam about twenty minutes of practically flying through the store to pick up everything they would need. Thankfully he had enough foresight to grab his baseball cap and sunglasses to cover his face because the last thing they needed was the public finding out that one of the Avengers was buying baby items. He was already getting enough weird looks as it was with the way he was shopping like a madman. Another mad dash and he was back at the apartment bursting through the front door with his hands full of bags.

“I'm back!!” He announced, hurrying past the front hallway towards the kitchen and living room. “Okay I think I got everything we need. Got the diapers, the formula, three different kinds of baby wipes and powder. Grabbed every kind of baby food they had cause a girl's gotta have options. Finally there's the bottles and these nipple things. Oh, I even got some pacifiers, a couple toys, and...dude...what the hell are you doing?” Sam paused, taking in a long breath from reciting his purchases and stared at Steve as he held Ellie, pacing the living room.

“What's it look like I'm doing?” Steve replied. “Waiting for you to get back so we can change her.”

“Nooo.” Sam turned for a second to drop the bags on the kitchen island before turning back to point at the pair. “What it looks like is you standing there with no shirt on and a naked baby on your chest.”

Steve continued to rock back and forth while Ellie absently pawed at his bare shoulders. “It was the only way I could get her to stop crying. Besides, I didn't really have another diaper to change her into now did I?” He had also wanted to keep her warm and the best way to do that was skin-to-skin.

“Yeah, but what if she...y'know...relieved herself on you?” Sam cringed.

“Well it's a good thing I'm not wearing a shirt then is it?” Of course, it still would have been nasty as hell, but at least then all he would have to do is hop in the shower instead of throwing out a shirt. “Alright, grab the stuff. I don't want her getting cold.”

Sam searched through the bags until he found what they needed as Steve walked Ellie towards the living room. Once the diapers, wipes and baby powder were all laid out on the coffee table behind them, they placed her in the center of the couch and got to their knees. Sam watched as Steve took out a clean diaper, laid it beneath the baby, and grabbed a wipe just to make sure she was clean.

“I'm surprised, Cap. Looks like you actually know what you're doing here.” Sam was just glad that the letter mentioned the right diapers to get her otherwise he probably would've bought one of every size.

“I read up on a couple things while we waited. It's pretty straight forward.” Steve finished with the wipe, disposed of it into an empty bag, and gestured behind him. “Can you grab the baby powder? Just need a little bit.”

As long as he didn't have to deal with any of the actual dirty work, Sam was happy to help in this way. Unfortunately, today just wasn't in his favor.

“What's the hold up?” Steve asked after several seconds had passed. He was keeping Ellie entertained, but he really wanted to get this diaper on her.

“Hang on a second.” Sam continued to struggle with opening the bottle, not sure what the problem was and getting increasingly frustrated.

“Hurry up, Sam.”

“Don't push me, Steve. The stupid nozzle on this thing is stuck or something.”

After another minute passed, Steve's impatience was really kicking in. He placed pillows on either side of Ellie to make sure she didn't roll around and then turned to help Sam. “Just open the damn container.” He reached out to grab the bottle from him, but Sam pulled it away.

“I'm trying to for fucks sake!” Sam exclaimed, slamming the bottle down on the table in his frustration. A thick cloud erupted from the bottle covering both men in the soft white powder. Loud peals of laughter sounded behind them as both men slowly turned to face Ellie, who was clearly in hysterics over the mess they made.

Sam's tired sigh turned into a low growl. “Barnes owes me so bad after all this and I plan to collect large.”

“You and me both, pal.” Steve agreed before they both broke out into a fit of coughs.

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areyoureadyforsomemeatballz · 5 years

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Cast Away (4): Something Gilligan Never Told Us

Summary: After a mission gone awry, you end up stranded on a deserted island. While you know that you have the skills to survive in the desolate paradise, you’re not sure if your heart will.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing, death by coconuts, general sassiness?

A/N: What’s up my dudes? I’m back at you with another chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, as always please leave me a comment (even if its to scream at me.) There’s nothing I love more than talking with you guys! Side note: I’ve got some exciting news for my 1,500 follower celebration so stay tuned!

A slow drizzle of water draws you from your restless sleep. Bucky is curled up in a ball at the end of your makeshift bed. He’d insisted on sleeping in shifts for protection, but it looks as if the need to sleep had won out. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You swing your legs over the side and stretch out your back.

Bucky shoots up, his long hair stuck to the drool on his chin. “Where’rya goin’?”

“To grab some water, sleeping beauty,” you whisper. “Go back to sleep.”

He groans and rubs at his bleary eyes. “I’ll go with you.”

You stifle a laugh and reach out to push him back onto the bed. You rethink your action, your hand pausing mid-air. “I have to pee. Also, you need more sleep.”

“‘M fine-” your words finally seem to sink in as his mouth snaps closed. “Oh! Oh, I’ll stay… Yell if you need something, I guess?”

“Sure thing. I always seem to forget toilet paper.”

You can just see the pink tint to his cheeks as he rolls onto his side. You turn from the cave and smile to yourself. You wander into the trees, far enough away from the cave so that he can’t hear you even with the super soldier hearing.

Your walk back to the cave is interrupted by a rustling high above you in the trees. You jump out of the way just in time to avoid a falling coconut. You pick up the fruit and an idea sparks in your head. When you reach your shelter, Bucky has his back propped up against the wall of the cave.

“I was getting worried. You never called for the toilet paper,” Bucky says with a grin. “What’s that?”

“It’s breakfast!”

“How’d you get it?”

You toss him the coconut. “I climbed for it.”

He catches the fruit before it hits him in the face and he drops it to the bed, his face pinched up. “That is so dangerous! You could’ve gotten-”

You roll your eyes and snort, cutting him off. “Relax, mom, it fell out of a tree as I was walking back”

“So, it could have hit you?”

“Barnes!”

A broad smile spreads across his lips and his eyes light up. “I was kidding. A little. Do you think we could get more?”

You raise your eyebrow but can’t help return his happy smile. “I don’t know, nature boy? How versed are you in tree climbing?”

His head tilts to the side and his smile grows. “Steve and I used to climb trees as kids. He fell on top of my head once and I tore my good shirt. God, I thought my ma was going to-” He cuts himself off abruptly and his cheeks flush. “Sorry, you probably don’t wanna hear about-”

You raise your hand to stop his apology. “I’d never turn down the chance to hear about Steve falling on your fat head.”

He laughs softly and stands up, rolling his shoulders as he brushes past you. “Let’s hope I don’t fall on my ‘fat head’ or you’re gonna feel real bad, darlin’.”

You stop in your tracks at the nickname that rolls so easily off his tongue. You shake your head, not noticing Bucky’s widened eyes and his stiff shoulders. He clears his throat and you startle forward, keeping your eyes on the trees ahead.

Bucky’s eyes dart over to you and he taps his fingers on tac pants, the rhythm soothing him. The two of you reach the palm trees and he steps away from you to begin looking for the tree with the most coconuts.

“You’re really going to climb all the way up there, huh?”

Bucky’s shoulders relax, and he glances over his shoulder at you. “Afraid of heights?”

“I’m not the one scaling a hundred-foot tree.”

“You’re a good pep talker, you know that?”

“I’m just saying! Like, that’s really high,” you say with a small smile as you glance up to the sky-high fruit. “Sorry.”

He rolls his eyes and hides his smile. “I think I can manage, thank you very much.”

Bucky moves to strip out of his shirt, his back muscles rippling as he pulls it over his head. He tosses the shirt on a rock beside you.

“Naked apparently.”

His nose scrunches up and he narrows his eyes. “Not naked, just a little less… clothed.”

“Pray tell me your definition of naked, Barnes? Because that sounds an awful lot like naked to me.”

He snorts and slaps his hands together before tearing up the side of the tree with inhuman speed. He’s a blur of strong limbs and quick movements and then he’s at the top, you can just make out his shit-eating grin from the ground.

“Be careful up there, dumbass!” You cup your hands around your mouth and call up to him. “I really don’t want to be alone on this island, as annoying as you are.”

He grips the trunk of the tree with his metal hand and leans back to look at you. “You just want me here to get you coconuts.”

“You caught me.”

A few ripe coconuts drop to the ground beside you, startling you away from the tree. He slides down the tree with an unimaginable grace as if he’d been climbing palm trees all his life. He sweeps the hair from his bright eyes and begins loading up his arms with the coconuts that he had collected.

“Now we just gotta find a way to open these puppies up,” he says and tosses you a couple to carry back to camp. “And maybe figure out how to catch some fish to go with ‘em.”

“You just bang them against a rock really hard right between the eyes. Or maybe use a knife?”

He raises his eyebrow at you, tilting his head at you like a lost puppy. You elbow him in the side with a grin and take off back towards the lagoon.

“What? I’ve watched Man vs. Wild,” you say over your shoulder, catching his ridiculous grin.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

“Bear Grylls?” He’s practically scratching his head when you look back at him. “What about Gilligan’s Island? Blue Lagoon? Cast Away?”

He shakes his head. “Did you just have a stroke?”

“You’re killin’ me, Smalls”

“That’s a quote from something isn’t it?”

You gasp and clutch your chest dramatically. “Where have you been, Barnes? We watched The Sandlot last movie night.”

“I think I was on a mission,” he says as he shrugs one shoulder. “I’ve been busy.”

Your jaw drops as you follow him under the cover of the mouth of the cave. He looks around as he decides where to stack his spoils.

“You’ve got to catch up, though! There are so many good things you missed out on. Besides, movies are a great way to unwind, or I think so at least.”

“Maybe you could show me some?” He gives you a small smile as he begins to stack the coconuts near the firepit.

You return his shy smile, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach. “Yeah, maybe.”

Bucky tosses you a knife and a coconut, a gleam in his blue eyes. “Alright show me these survivor skills. You gotta start earning your keep.”

You narrow your eyes at him and use the blunt side of the knife to hit along the center of the coconut. When it splits evenly down the center, Bucky whoops beside you and nudges you with his elbow.

“While we all can’t be tree climbing super-soldiers, I have to try and keep up somehow.”

You pass him half and keep a piece for yourself. “That was pretty impressive.”

“Wait until you see me fish.”

“Really?”

You shake your head with a smile. “Nope.”

“Shit, you had me all excited,” he groans. “I’m starving.”

You laugh as a dribble of coconut milk trickles down his chin, getting lost in his stubble. Bucky narrows his eyes at you, but he keeps eating.

“Copy Steve…” Steve sighs as he listens to Bucky’s jumbled call. “Copy.”

He flinches as a cool hand rests on his broad shoulders. He tears his eyes away from the search radius on the screen in front of him and into a pair of worried eyes.

“You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you keep this up, Steve,” Natasha murmurs. “Come with me.”

“Nat-”

She tugs him up with and holds tight to his hand. “You’re going to come eat some of the dinner that Sam made and then we’re going to catch a nap.”

Steve’s mouth snaps shut as she leads him through the halls, up to the shared kitchen. Sam hands him a plate with a tired smile.

“It’s nice to see you out of the conference room,” Sam’s face pinches up suddenly. “Though you could really use a shower, man. God, the musk in here is… fragrant.”

Natasha snorts and pushes Steve into a chair. “I second that. Eat first.”

“It’s my momma’s recipe. You better not let it go to waste, I already had to ream Tony’s ass.”

Steve rolls his eyes but takes a big forkful of the cheesy pasta. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Thank us by taking care of yourself.”

“But Y/N and-”

“But nothing,” Sam says pointedly.

The three of them gather around the kitchen island, giving Steve time to eat. Natasha wipes a glob of cheese of his chin with a smile. She shares a relieved look with Sam over Steve’s shoulder.

Tony bursts into the kitchen, hair still dripping wet from the shower. “We’ve got a working search radius. It’s still about 500 miles, but it’s something. F.R.I. is trying to narrow it as we speak.”

“That sounds like there’s plenty of time for a nap,” Sam says.

“Stop splashing me,” Bucky cries out as you send another handful of water at his face. “You’re scaring all the fish!”

“You’re one to talk, Barnes!” You wildly gesture to your soaked body. “We started this excursion with you pushing me in the ocean.”

“You were lookin’ a little warm.”

You lift your hand to splash him again and he grips your wrist tightly, something shining in his eyes. You lift your brow and gasp as he dives into the cool water, taking you with him. When he resurfaces the water rolls down from his chocolate hair down his chiseled chest. You tear your eyes away from him and realize how close the two of you are.

His eyes dart down to your lips and he leans impossibly closer. His lips are a breath away when he suddenly jerks away from you. Beside you, a bird dives into the water and reappears with a fish in its beak.

“Fucking showoff,” Bucky mutters as he steps back to give you space. “I just want one fish!”

“He doesn’t have to use a shitty homemade spear, though.”

Bucky grins at you and nods his head. “Who’d of thought I’d be jealous of a bird?”

“You’re jealous of Sam, so that’s old news.”

He bursts out laughing and you grin back at him. “That wasn’t funny,” he gasps through peals of laughter.

“It clearly was, Chuckles.”

He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Clearly I’m delirious from hunger.”

“Maybe if you were better at fishing that wouldn’t be a problem.”

He mock-gasps and clutches his chest. “Ouch.”

“Keep trying, Barnes. You’ve gotta start earning your keep,” you say with a grin.

He grasps at his waistband for one of his knives and tosses it into the water, spearing one of the many fish around your feet. You slap his shoulder as he quickly retrieves the fish.

“You couldn’t have done that twenty minutes ago?”

“I didn’t think about it until I saw the bird.”

“Sam will be thrilled that you’re taking pointers from his family.”

He turns away from you with a smile and throws his knife again. You stare at his tanned back, almost able to still feel his strong arms around you.

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galaxy-kyun · 4 years

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Cover up

Group: Stray Kids Pairing: Bang Chan x Han Jisung Genre: fluff, one-shot (with a BIG chance of continuation), inspired by this tweet, tattoo artists! Jisung & Changbin AU Word Count: 1.7K Summary: Chan made the mistake of getting an ex' name tattood on his chest in the past and decides to let a young tattoo artist by the name of Han Jisung cover it up.

Chan pushed the door of the shop open, the contrast of the warm shop being stark with how cold the February air was outside. The shop smelled strongly of cleaning products, not a bad thing for a tattoo shop at all but rather a good thing.

“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” a seemingly heavily tattooed man asked Chan. His arms were pretty full with a few crawling up his neck. Chan nodded.

“Yeah, at two with Jisung. Cover-up” He spoke. The man behind the counter nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable, he’ll be with you shortly” the man smiled friendly and opened a door behind the counter, only to be a staff room Chan presumed.

“Han! Your next appointment is here!” He yelled loudly. Chan chuckled lightly, playing with the edge of his coat sleeves as he waited for Jisung to come. The shop was very calm for a Saturday afternoon, to be honest: only Chan and the guy behind the counter were the only ones inside. Chan immediately felt comfortable with the vibe of the shop, he was glad he took Felix’ advice going to this shop. His friend Felix had no tattoos at all but ‘the cute guy with loads of tattoos and always drank his lattes way too sweet’ apparently owned this shop.

“I was about to ask if this was your first tattoo but then I remember you came in for a cover-up” the guy behind the counter chuckled. Chan chuckled too.

“Yeah no, I have multiple” Chan replied. The guy raised an eyebrow, Chan too that as a sign to take his coat off. Underneath he wore a plain T-shirt because having on a sweater would be a hassle later once the cover-up took place. The guy behind the counter looked impressed by Chan’s right arm, which seemed to be covered in a sleeve in a cosmic and galaxy theme.

“Nice sleeve you got there” He replied.

“Thanks, a friend of mine back in Australia did it” Chan replied fondly. “I just…. Love space, the moon, the stars … They’re just amazing” Chan beamed over the beauty of the universe. The guy chuckled.

“Your sleeve seems to have a lot of meaning” He replied, Chan nodded.

“All my tattoos have a lot of meaning” Chan replied showing off the compass on his left forearm, “I also have a turtle of my calf”.

The guy behind the counter frowned. “If I may be curious: what are you getting covered up? You genuinely are the first person that I’ve seen come in who has all nice, thought out work on his body. What could a guy like you possibly want covered up?”

Chan bit his lip.

“An ex’ name on my chest…. I thought we’d be together forever but apparently they thought otherwise. It’s really painful to be reminded of someone you once truly loved by a stupid tattoo” Chan muttered. The guy behind the counter let out a soft ‘oh’.

“I’m sorry dude, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“It’s ok” Chan smiled at him politely. At that very moment, the backroom door opened. A young man stepped out in a T-shirt and basketball shorts. On his arms, a bunch of random tattoos in nature themes with hues of black, grey, blue and green in them.

“Ah, you must be Chan” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jisung, sorry it took a while I was trying to sketch out one more idea based on what you had e-mailed me”.

Chan took in Jisung. Jisung was cute. Really cute. A few years younger than Chan most likely. Chan shook his head quickly and smiled back at Jisung.

“Yeah, nice to meet you and no problem, your colleague and I had a nice chat” Chan genuinely smiled at the other guy behind the counter.

“You’re welcome dude! I often have to calm down people getting their first tattoo but you know what it’s like. Jisung’s a great artist, very nice and soothing too but a lot of people are sceptic because he looks like a young squirrel” The guy chuckled, making Chan chuckle too but Jisung shot his colleague a glance.

“Not cool Changbin, I’m not a squirrel” Jisung punched Changbin in the shoulder, making the other hold up his hands in defence.

“Ok, ok, now get to work you lazy. I don’t pay you for just standing here and joking” Changbin grinned. Jisung walked around the counter and pointed to the room where he’d be tattooing at.

“You don’t pay me, Bin, I pay myself. We co-own this place, you forgot that?” Jisung yelled back and closed the door behind Chan and himself before Changbin could reply.

“I’m really sorry about that, Chan” Jisung sighed and laughed slightly. Chan gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok”

Jisung took in Chan for the first time. Chan was hot in Jisung’s opinion. It was only then Jisung took notice of Chan’s sleeve and the compass.

“Nice work you’ve got there! Absolutely love the compass on your forearm” Jisung complimented. Chan blushed lightly. The compass was kind of his pride.

“Thanks”

Jisung had to shake his thoughts away from drooling over the man in front of him. ‘Be professional’ he reminded himself.

“So, you e-mailed me about a cover-up on your chest right?” Jisung asked, to make sure he had the right client in mind. Chan nodded.

“I remember we talked about the things you liked so I drew a few designs. I was thinking, it’s on the right side, right?” Chan nodded, letting Jisung continue his ramble, “I was thinking of it continuing the space theme so if you’d like, you could connect your chest to your sleeve. I drew up a few designs based on what you said you liked, I just mentioned the space thing because of your sleeve and I think it would look cool.”

While he talked, Jisung put his designs on the table. All of them were drawn delicately which made Chan stare in awe.

“If you don’t like any of them, we can always brainstorm together and make it work. I want my clients fully satisfied with what I’m doing” Jisung said. Chan looked at the younger in shock.

“Jisung, they’re all amazing!”

The younger blushed furiously, in meanwhile Chan’s eyes lingered on the third drawing in front of him. It’s a spaceship. His fingers went to trace the lines of the craft.

“We can go with this one” Chan decided.

“Are you sure? I can draw different ships, adjust things you don’t like about it, anything” Jisung smiled politely but Chan shook his head.

“This is about as perfect as it gets. Let’s do it!” Chan was confident in this design. It made Jisung feel a tad insecure, he was afraid Chan picked something against his will but then again had he never had a client who stared at his work with such adoration as Chan did.

“If you’re sure” Jisung smiled at Chan.

Chan noted that Jisung was very hygienic and careful in his workspace. He liked it a lot. Jisung readied the stencil and turned to Chan.

“Can you uh…. Remove your shirt? I mean, I do have to tattoo your chest” Jisung stammered. Chan giggled and nodded, fuck Jisung was so cute…. Chan quickly removed his shirt and Jisung’s jaw dropped.

Not only was Chan’s face stunning, but so was the rest of his body. Chan was muscly, sixpack showing. Jisung swallowed thickly and closed his mouth, motioning for Chan to sit on the chair…. He must’ve made a fool out of himself! But then he heard a small chuckle that sounded an awful lot like ‘cute’ come from the muscly older man.

Chan’s chest was toned and Jisung had to steady his breath very well to not faint over this stunning man in front of him. Jisung also noted that Chan’s chest was empty except for one cursive written word on his chest, right under his collarbone.

“Minjae?” Jisung asks, “she must’ve been very special if you got her name tattood on you”

“He was,” Chan replied, “I was madly in love with him and thought we’d be together forever but he decided otherwise”

He? Him? Oh….. Oh! Jisung blushed bright red.

“Oh dude, I’m so sorry” Jisung muttered and placed the stencil on top of the name.

“It’s ok, the first step in getting over him is getting his damn name covered up” Chan laughed. His laugh sounded amazing to Jisung.

“Well, I’m working on that. Would you mind checking the placement in the mirror?”

“As long as his name is covered, it’s good” Chan laughed as he got up to check the placement in the mirror.

“It looks really good Jisung, I’m sure it will look amazing when finished” Chan beamed.

And that’s how Jisung started up the tattoo process. Jisung made Chan lay back comfortably and sat down aswell, trying to position himself in the best manner to work. Jisung put his left hand on Chan’s chest to stabilise himself but it also caused him to blush furiously. Damn, this man really works out! In his right hand, Jisung took the tattoo needles and started outlining the spaceship.

“If you need to tap out for a minute, just tell me” Jisung told Chan as he carefuly followed the lines of his own design.

“I will but it’s nothing I haven’t felt before so I guess I’ll be cool, Sungie”

Good thing that Jisung had lifted the needle up because the nickname shocked him.

“O-ok” He muttered, continuing to work on Chan’s chest.

“You know,” Chan continued again, getting Jisung’s attention, “you’re really cute.”

Jisung blushed furiously.

“Chan, please, if you want me to not fuck up your tattoo then please stop flirting with me until I’m done” Jisung joked and made eye contact with the older man. Chan seemed very serious.

“Can I flirt with you over some drinks, tonight?” He asked in a serious tone but right after asking the question, a smile played on his face. Jisung swallowed thickly as he looked at Chan.

“Y-yes, of course I’d like that” He was able to stumble out.

Chan smirked.

“Then it’s a date, Jisung!”

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dropsofletters · 5 years

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tangled satin bedsheets

title: tangled satin bedsheets pairing: oh sehun/reader genre: hotel!au/valet!au/maid!au/coworkers to lovers!au summary: upon meeting the famous actor, do kyungsoo, while he was staying at the hotel she works at, her mind is set on getting his attention. that is when she asks the valet of the hotel for help, whose name was oh sehun. what a particular change of events, when she so happens to end up tangled in satin bedsheets with him. type: fluff/suggestive note: this gorgeous moodboard was made by @/byunfirstlady. thank you so much for fulfilling my request and also, to anyone who wants to see a good fic recs blog with excellent moodboards, go check her out!

Wash. Fold. Deliver. Those are the steps she needs to follow—or not completely, before delivering she has to walk through the hallways of the hotel she works for. Some call her a maid, though she doesn’t like the name, for cleaning and organizing shouldn’t be depictive, considering not a lot of people liked to do it. In her case, she remembers the dark gray carpets of the hallways and the elegantly decorated white walls with minimalistic and monochromatic decorations that can only be highlighted by the blue color of the glass that surrounds the hotel. Its most outstanding decoration, some call it, a House of Glass, like its name indicates it, but that is far from the point.

People of wealth, stuck up or not, happy or not really, all of them stay in the hotel she works at for one reason—resting, eating, enjoying of the facilities that come with tourism. However, she can’t say that she has enjoyed a trip anywhere for the latest years. All she has done is work, opening the door to rooms only to deliver their clothes and organize the mess they make. There are a lot of stains, some coming from wines and champagnes, others that messily paint the bed in a way that has her scrunching up her nose out of distaste. There are definitely a few rules that she needs to follow just so their costumers don’t end up making her seem like a thief of sorts. It is a difficult job, to say the least, but she dares to say that the only way she can ever get to enjoy cleaning a room is when she has to clean one of the penthouses.

The view is really magnificent.

So when she is asked to wash the clothes of the man that is staying in the penthouse number five hundred and sixty-six, she almost jumps out of her spot to beat Kim Minseok to the job—really, he is an excellent cleaner. She thinks that clothes, sometimes, show a part of what people are, or at least a stereotype of what they could be. All she sees is khakis and dark boxers, nothing too interesting, some suits here and there, and a nice cologne that has her closing her eyes at the wonder of what type of Dior that should be. When she enters the penthouse, hours later, she realizes that the cleanness of his smell surely does fit his room—it’s not messy, it’s spotless and it looks as if another maid had passed through.

The walls are dark, there is a huge window that shows through clear glass the view of Seoul late at night, and all she wants to do is sit down, have a nice filling meal and watch old movies in the comfort of a room that is bigger than her own apartment. However, the moment she steps further into the room, she realizes there is someone laying on the bed. Long legs are the only thing she details about this person, a male to be exact, before she spurts out a set of apologies.

“Good night, Mister. I was told there was no one in the room. I’m deeply sorry. I’m only here to deliver your washed clothes, towels and sheets. I’ll be out in a sec.”

It is only when she hears a voice, deep and definitely not sophisticated, that she finally realizes that the owner of the room is really not present. “Dude, okay, so this dude does not only drive a Range Rover, he also is using the penthouse with the satin, red bedsheets.” She knows that voice and when she finally looks up from her folded hands, she sees Sehun sitting up on the bed. His blue valet uniform, one that matches her uniform but with gold decorations and a lot more buttons, fits his wide shoulders nicely and his black hair that is normally sleeked back now falls over his forehead in a messy manner. It wouldn’t surprise her if he said he took a nap there. “Actors. All they do is have to look pretty and cry in front of a camera and you’re set to be rich.”

“How exactly did you enter?”

Sehun reaches for something on the bedside table. “Had to bring him his keys back, but then I remembered he went out to some red carpet in a limousine and I decided to take a look around.”

She scoffs, knowing fully well how Sehun is. Sehun is the valet of the restaurant, a nice driver with handsome features and the most stern-looking eyebrows, but his personality is a little bit of a child’s—one that did not know manners. She is friends with him, having shared two or three years of working together, and she always has to hear the new workers gush about his wide shoulders and his apparent nice ass. “Decided to do something illegal, let me remind you.” She whispers, putting the client’s clothes down before sighing. “Why were you so curious anyways? You know every client is rich.”

The valet smiles at her words, leaning back on the bed once again and sprawling his arms to touch the satin of the sheets. They do really look comfortable. “Because he’s an actor that my mom really likes. He appears in dramas…and dramas…and…I think that’s it.” Sehun takes one moment to think before snapping his fingers. “Oh, and that movie…the one with the blind guy.”

“Haven’t watched it.” She says with her arms crossed across her chest before pointing to the door with her thumb. “But I have watched Law and Order and I know it’s illegal to invade people’s privacy. So, let’s go.”

“His name is Do Kyungsoo.”

“And?” She asks, moving closer to Sehun to tug at his arms to get him to stand up, but he moves and fiddles to get her away from him. “I don’t care about his name; I care about you leaving so we don’t get in trouble.”

“He won’t be here yet—”

“How do you know?” She pulls at him once again and Sehun collides against her chest, his hands placing themselves over her waist to keep his balance.

“I just do!” Sehun says, trying to pull her away from him when they hear the sound of a card opening the door. The two employees stop their movements, looking at one another before Sehun straightens his back, fixing his hair and she does the same, pulling down her shirt.

“Good night, Mister!” They say in unison, in cue to the rules that they have been trained to follow from the moment they started working at the House of Glass. She looks at Sehun from the corner of her eyes, his small plush lips are puckered up with his eyebrows tensed out of nervousness.

The patter of steps indicates the entrance of the person staying at the penthouse. What she notices first is that he is not particularly tall, but he is indeed as handsome as an actor could be. His black hair is pushed away from his face by gel, smelling thickly around the air to give him a scent of manliness, suit so fitted that she could make out his tight biceps, nice shoulders, equally as enticing set of legs, shorter than Sehun’s but fit. What stirs her stomach, makes her interested, brings her posture forward to indicate her interest is the sight of his face—serious, with his plump lips taking a big part of his face and his round eyes squinting to look at the two before setting on a softer stare.

“Ah, yes,” Politeness exudes from him the moment he bows slightly, showing gratitude with efficiency. “Thank you for your hard work. Have a good night, too.”

Charming, that’s how she would describe his smile and when she feels Sehun nudging her side slightly, she knows she has been caught staring at the perfection that is the actor Do Kyungsoo. “Thank you for picking our hotel over others. We’ll leave you alone now.”

“Thank you.”

“We should leave now.” Sehun whispers to her, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her forward. She catches one glance over her shoulder to see Kyungsoo taking off his tie and placing it neatly over the bed, satin red sheets matching the darkness of his tie. “Let’s go.” Another mumble is thrown her way and she sighs, allowing Sehun to push her slightly out the door to get her to the hallway. “Be careful. Don’t slip.” The valet says as he walks by her side, fingers resting inside his pockets as they go towards the employee’s elevator.

“Slipping?” She looks downwards, only to be met by the same carpet as always.

“Yeah, drool is a liquid and if you continue drooling over our client, you’ll end up slipping.”

She stands by his side in the elevator as the doors close, chuckling as she hits his shoulder with the palm of her hand, only ever so softly. “I wasn’t drooling.” But just in case, she passes her middle finger over the corner of her mouth. “What did you say was his name again?”

Sehun hums, taking his phone out of his pocket and responding to some of the messages. “Do Kyungsoo.”

“And he was in a movie?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” She smiles to herself, biting her bottom lip before resting her back against the doors of the elevator. “How long is he staying here?”

The valet thinks about it for a moment, unaware of her intentions, or at least pretending he doesn’t realize her paramount attraction for the actor staying at the hotel. “…Don’t know. It’s award season, probably a week. I heard he’s going to Tokyo in a week, so four days from now.”

Once the doors of the elevator open, she pushes her body forward with her arms crossed over her chest, turning around to walk backwards while talking to Sehun, whom was only getting out of the elevator. “Enough time to make him fall in love for me, right?”

Sehun snorts out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t ask for much.” Shrugging, she says. “A date…some food…and a kiss, because I’d be damned to not want to kiss that man.”

Whether Sehun cares or not, it is not perceivable, instead opting to roll his eyes and give a brief pat to her shoulder. “Good luck with that.” He tells her before breaking out into a smile, as if he was mocking her, and she can only roll her eyes.

“Get back to work.”

“Oh, you too.”

“No sleeping in the beds.”

“No sleeping with the guests.”

“Touché.”

But, instead of being tangled in the satin bedsheets with Do Kyungsoo, she ends up tangled in a predicament thanks to her ambition.

Mr. Cho is one hell of a scary man.

You know, the man bent at the waist that owns the hotel, with four children as hypocritical as they can get when they have a father so strict, so honest, and so non-understandable. He’s old, with a wide face and a lot of wrinkles, but he is sharp and always making sure that his employees are following the rules that were shown to them when they start working at the hotel. He has a lot of preference for his clients, which is to be expected, but his strict personality gets the best of him.

Which is why everyone tended to be so uptight at work. Those puffy, old eyes surely do catch wrongdoings, like that one time a maid was caught sleeping on the laundry room and she was fired after being yelled at. So, she wants to keep herself absent from Mr. Cho’s bad list, something that Sehun seems incapable of doing. Not that Sehun was even noticeable, for Mr. Cho was not only a rotten man with a hoarse voice, he was also pretty much against women unless they were submissive and annoyingly cute.

The air touches her body as she takes out the trash, one of the many tasks that she hates about her job, from the horrid smell to the fear of whatever was inside that bag, it isn’t and will never be a pleasant experience. The fabric of her skirt is rigid enough not to ride up thanks to the wind, so she thanks the uncomfortable material for that—not leading her to public embarrassment, but as she puts the black plastic and huge bag down onto the place where it should go, she hears the sound of a car passing by her. The horn is what catches her attention, though, rapid and a bit loud, but it definitely is not usual to have clients honking at her.

“Get in, loser!” When the windows roll down, she is met by a sight she should have expected…but did she expect it? Not at all. Sehun’s arm is placed by the edge of the window, his other hand holding the steering wheel as he gives her a one-sided smirk. His hair is sleeked back, uniform perfectly put even when he is breaking the rules. Or not really, he does drive the cars to the parking lot, but he takes his precious time doing it. Each car gives Sehun a story, one that he doesn’t really live, because as expensive looking as he can be, he still loses every penny he gets on buying the most useless of stuff. “Get the reference?”

“That was a reference?” She asks, placing her hands over her waist before cringing internally. Right, she thinks, her hands are unwashed. Once she dusts her hands off in her skirt, Sehun answers.

“Mean Girls? I think every person has watched that shithole of a movie at least once.” Sehun comments and his eyebrows raise when he does. Still, the name doesn’t stir anything inside her.

“Sorry. I don’t think I’ve watched it—”

Sehun gasps at that, dramatics on in his every word. “Your life is sad.”

“Geez, thanks.” She whispers and soon after, she looks around to see that no one is looking at them—not even the security guard, for they are too far away from the entrance. “I don’t know if I should get inside.”

“I’ll only drive you to the parking lot.” Sehun says before switching a button to unlock the doors. “And it’s not like Mr. Cho will even notice. Come on, get in.” What could be so bad about getting in that car? It was a nice looking car and Sehun is even better at hiding his rendezvous of little drives around the hotel. She shrugs her shoulders, because it really does have been a long time since she has broken any rules at the hotel and that car does look really pretty. Once she is inside, she notices that Sehun has a big smile on his face, one that can barely be erased. “Good girl.”

She groans at that. “That sounds so dirty.”

“If I was Kyungsoo, you’d like it.” The thought makes her think, because it really sounds great to have a compliment thrown her way, much more if it’s by Do Kyungsoo. It has only been a whole day since she saw him and all she can think about are ways of getting his attention, but it is not her time yet to go clean his room. If she will even be the maid cleaning his room, that is. “Which reminds me, he told me to tell a maid to go there because he needs someone to help him arrange something. And I did not tell any maid, but you.”

In another time, she would have whined at him because of the name maid, so downgrading in a way she, obviously, dislikes. Nonetheless, it is Kyungsoo they are talking about and Sehun is backing her up. Oh Sehun, out of all people, that one person that feigns being disinterested in anything occurring at the hotel. “Oh? So you’ll drop me off and I’ll go?” Sehun nods his head and then, she bites her bottom lip. “What do you think it is?”

Sehun squints his eyes. “Maybe a stain he doesn’t know how to get off the sheets?”

“I don’t think so. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“To jerk off so hard to the point of staining the sheets?” Sehun scoffs and she widens her eyes at his words, slapping him on the shoulder with a loud smack. “The silent ones, dude, the silent ones are the worst. I can reassure you he has his secrets.”

“I don’t think it’s that, though…” She whispers before sighing. “He could not know how to use something. He doesn’t look technological, really.”

“What is so technological in a hotel room?” Sehun asks in a whisper, basically sarcasm dripping like honey. “Oh,” The deep tone Sehun is trying to reach does sound a bit like Kyungsoo, just a much more annoying version of him. “The fridge is so complicated.”

“You’re right.” After folding her arms over her chest, she responds. Once she sees the sight of the cars in the parking lot, she feels her heart racing with delight. Not only does she get to see Do Kyungsoo, but she also has to do it alone—no Sehun to bother her, just Kyungsoo in the comfort of his room, probably not in a suit but in his most casual attire. “Right, so, thank you for the ride.” She says after getting out of the car, Sehun turning off the engine when she speaks rapidly. “Any tips for when I get to the hotel room?”

Sehun tilts his head to the sight, as if deep in thought, his shining skin and nice eyes going unnoticed by a woman who was interested in someone else. “Do that thing you do. The feigned innocence thing you do sometimes when you want to get out of trouble.”

Sporting a cheesy smile, she nods her head. “Right.”

And then, she runs over to Kyungsoo’s room.

There are plenty of things that happen in that hotel. Nights filled with heavy moans and the soft movement of the bed are up there, and she has to live through it without earplugs sometimes. Other things like her ridiculous boss and his sons, the small competitiveness that she goes through with Kim Minseok, a better cleaner than she’ll ever be, and of course, a list of stuck-up and annoying guests…or clients, however she wants to call them. One of them is not Do Kyungsoo blushing profusely as he leads her inside his bathroom, eager to help in whatever mess he had made.

Kyungsoo does look casual, like she had imagined him, a novel of Chuck Palahniuk by his right hand—Nana, she remembers its title—with his thick glasses framing his adorable face, gray t-shirt and equally as boringly gray sweatpants. Strangely enough, or not so strangely, she feels her heart beating rapidly at the sight of Kyungsoo, smelling so thickly like his cologne mixed with soap as he rubs his neck, showing her the mess that he had made in his room.

“I…uh…the floor was very slippery in the shower and when I got out, I just slipped and I made everything fall from the counter and I, on God, don’t know how it’s arranged.” There are not a lot of things on the floor, hotel soaps and bottles and a lot of promotional stuff that Mr. Cho asks to be put in there because of advertisers. Around twenty things, at most, but Kyungsoo sees of it like a pile of fishes that had gotten out of the sea. He puckers up his lips, putting his book down over the toilet before sighing. “I could help.”

“No, no, no. It’s my job.” She replies and Kyungsoo shakes his head at her words.

“But I made this mess.”

“You’re staying here, Mister. You don’t have to take care of it.” Before he could help her, she starts rearranging everything. It would probably only take her a few minutes, sadly enough, considering she wanted—or wants—to spend as much time as possible with the actor in the room. “Are you okay, though?” She remembers Sehun and she does what he wanted her to do. Wide eyes, innocent face, jutted out bottom lip and while Kyungsoo doesn’t look like he is checking her out, she thinks there is a possibility she might look cute…in that stupid uniform with tangled hair.

Kyungsoo smiles at her words, sitting down on the toilet seat with his book in his hands. “Yes. Not my first time falling in the shower.”

“You fall often?” And she fights every urge to say ‘then, fall for me’.

“Not really, no.” Kyungsoo whispers, his fingers tapping against the cover of the book. “…Do you really not want me to help you?”

“You’re too nice,” His rich smile appears on his face, glistening so badly that she feels like she is about to fall down at the mere sight of it. “But no, I’ve got it. I’m about to finish.” She continues rearranging the bottles, filled with liquid, when she hears his voice once again.

“Is there only one maid in this hotel?”

“Pardon?” She asks, straightening her back and fixing her clothes after finishing with her clean-up.

Kyungsoo chuckles. “You’re the only one that comes here.”

Cursing silently inside her head, she responds. “Uh…not really. There are plenty, it just so happens I end up here…because of work.”

“That’s alright.”

“Yes.” After an awkward pause, she continues. “Is there anything else you need, Mister?”

Kyungsoo stands up from the toilet, opening the door to the bathroom for her to pass by when he sees her moving and as he walks behind her, he responds. “Your name.” A smile appears on her face, hands linking in front of her body when she mumbles her name. When she turns around, in front of his hotel room’s door, he gives a curt nod at the action. “I am Do Kyungsoo.”

“Right. Mister Do, do you need anything else?”

“No.” He says, opening the door for her before leaning against it. “Have a nice night, thank you.”

“You, too.”

The sound of the door closing behind her brings a smile to her face. At least, he had noticed her enough to know she had been there twice. She only had a few days, but she’ll make that man be interested in her.

There is nothing that she wanted more than to wear fuzzy socks, lay down on her bed and watch one of those boring, but stupidly entertaining talk-shows. The feeling comes to her when she stands in the laundry room, two of the maids that had the night-shift moving over to another place to tend their guests, but that is far from the point. Only a few minutes ago, the couple upstairs had decided to forget the walls are not soundproof, or the floor really, and she is getting tired of the same drawn out sighs and moans and groans that just merge into complete cringe-worthy material that makes her wish the laundry could get done faster.

It is then that she wonders if she really does need her job, or if she should just do something else with her life. She wishes to have her own hotel, she has planned it for the majority of her life, with tall ceilings and aristocratic decorations. Although, that is only a dream, for all she knows, and as she basks on sighs of her own, filled with frustration and impotence, she feels someone placing two earbuds inside her ears, hands resting on her shoulders soon after.

“Take mine.” Sehun says and she squints her eyes, frowning deeply to look at his lips only to catch what he is saying. The man notices that she can’t understand what he said, thanks to the very trusty earbuds. “You can take mine!” He screams loudly, making her flinch temporarily before laughing.

“Thanks!”

“I can hear you!” He screams back and she widens her eyes, raising her two thumbs up in the air. The valet chuckles at the mannerisms of the woman, knowing her fully well since the moment she started working there. Sehun has always thought that her position at the hotel isn’t what she deserves, but what can a valet say in a situation like that? Either way, Sehun helps her fold the clothes that she takes out of the drier, earning a smile from her. “Is that the bald guy that registered tonight?!”

“Yeah, he’s fucking loud.” She replies, careful to maintain her volume before sighing. “Do you have any cars to drive?”

“A Silverado. But it can wait!” Sehun says and when he hears another loud moan, he throws one of the towels over the basket before sighing deeply. She looks at him, chuckling at his annoyed expression before she saw him part his lips, letting out a loud—and clearly fake—moan that obviously reached her ears and probably, the people on top of them had heard, as well.

“Sehun—” She calls his name as she tries to control her laughter but she chuckles, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Times with Sehun come with hilarity, indeed, and she thanks him for making that job a bit more bearable. “That was…unnecessary.”

“If they are loud, I can be louder!” Sehun points out, all confidence as he finishes up her work. There is not a lot to complete, after all, she had done most of it. There is a brief moment of silence and Sehun chuckles as he takes out one of her earbuds. “I think they heard me…because they shut up.”

“Anyone in this hotel probably heard that moan.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, Mr. Cho will probably think we are…doing things in the laundry room.”

Sehun rolls his eyes at her words. “Knowing him, if that was the case, he’d fire you and pat me in the back.”

“He is an ass.” She replies before tacking the stacks of clothes, towels and fabrics and putting them on top of her cart to deliver them. “Thank you for the earbuds.” As she takes them off, she says this and places them on top of Sehun’s extended hand, watching his soft smile and sleepy gaze. “I’m going to deliver these things. When does your shift end?”

“At twelve.” Sehun replies, looking down at the clock he wears on his left wrist. “What about you?”

Sighing deeply, she responds. “At four. I took the longest shift today.”

“Because of Kyungsoo?”

She stops at the sound of his name, looking over her shoulder to see Sehun smirking at his words. “Listen, no man, and hear me out—no man is worth my precious night of sleep. Not even actor boy over there.”

With a whistle, Sehun goes over to her and pinches her cheek. “That’s how you should talk!”

She leaves the laundry room with a few things: folded clothes, cleaning equipment and a smile that no amount of detergent can erase from her face.

Or maybe, she is going crazy and using cleaning metaphors.

“You’re here.”

The sound of her voice is strained, surprised, it escapes her lungs with the ghost of a breath. She holds the door open, but contrary to her shoebox of an apartment, the place is spacious, with a delicately painted door and excellently placed furniture with matching colors, gold in its majority with hints of white. Whom she sees at the other side of the door, in the hallway, is no other than Do Kyungsoo, the actor that she has been dreaming about when she gets to her bed in the mornings. He is sporting a lop-sided smile, a vest and a suit that fit nicely, gray and cladded to his waist, pants so tight she could see the expanse of his legs. Deliciously covered in perfume and the smile he gives her is covered by tight cherry-coated lips.

How in the world was she even expecting Kyungsoo? She doesn’t know, but if she had learned something in life: it was to never miss an opportunity. The black haired male passes by her, the door closing behind him as she gets a good look of his shoulders, nice and snug, his tiny waist and then, a smile appears on her way when he turns around to look at her. “Yes, I decided to come visit.” Kyungsoo indicates and then, he checks his phone, putting it down on the coffee table. “You know, you’ve been really trying it with me…and since I’m leaving soon, I thought I had to tell you something.”

With her hip propped against the couch, she responds with her arms folded across her chest. “And what would that be?”

Little did she know that Kyungsoo was holding a bag, one that looked a lot like it belonged to a clothing boutique, but what got outside of it was a bottle of the oldest looking, yet most delicious red wine. “I bought one of these…since I haven’t been in Seoul in a while.”

“Oh,” She whispers and then, she stands up, looking as Kyungsoo searches for something else inside the bag and sooner than later, the bottle was opened. “I don’t have any glasses here, though. This is not exactly my home.”

His deep voice moved grounds as he speaks, and she still ponders on why she is not surprised when he flirtingly adds: “Do you mind sharing the bottle?”

One look at his body up and down is enough to have her smiling, leaning forward to shake her head as she says. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know.” Kyungsoo replies and sooner than later, he points with his short fingers towards the terrace that is in the penthouse. There is a hammock there, as well as a nice table to eat and chat and look at Seoul’s skyline. “Let’s go there.”

There is an imaginary line that separates two people, call it shame, but it seems that the moment Kyungsoo gets on that hammock, she needs to follow soon after. The set of bones that unite in said hammock consist of Kyungsoo’s heavy arm placed over her shoulders, pulling her so close that she already knows whom he is. Kyungsoo is not city lights and red carpets, he is the epitome of old books, sweet silences and glasses falling on someone’s nose bridge. Kyungsoo brings peacefulness to her as they speak and talk, about life or about what isn’t so good about it, his deep voice is enough to create a lightweight feeling in her heart. He is so contrasting to what he gives out, but his lips are as enticing as she thought they would be. Red thanks to the wine, plump and thick, and enough to cause a mid-life crisis in her because she is certain, oh so fucking sure, that she will never get to kiss a man in the way he could kiss her.

He closes the gap in between the two, so soft and delicious as he parts his lips and takes her upper lip in between his plush ones. There is a soft breath that passes through her mouth, exhaling so deeply that Kyungsoo takes her kiss in with even more fervor.

It’s when she wakes up to a drool-y pillow and absolutely no tingling sensation on her lips that she realizes it is the last day of Kyungsoo staying at the hotel, and definitely a dream.

God, how could she not have known it was a dream? She wonders, at exactly five in the afternoon as she gets up to prepare herself some…lunch? And just get ready to work.

Her bad sleeping schedule could be the culprit of her dream. And not even a good dream to start with, since she only got to kiss Kyungsoo once, in a moving hammock, in a balcony, with the possibilities of falling onto the deep abyss. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but she knows two things: Her plan of getting Kyungsoo’s attention has failed, terribly. The other thing is that she is really creative, given that there were no balconies in the penthouses…or so she thinks.

Very commonly, the hotel gets a guest that doesn’t want to leave, or just does anything in their willpower to leave without spending a single penny, creating fake problems or simply showing their attitude. Thankfully for her, she is not one of the receptionist and very rarely does she have to deal with such thing, but it is not rare for her to pass by it whenever she has to go to the elevator—or the stairs, if Mr. Cho is nearby because ‘elevators are strictly for guests’—, or when she has to take the trash out, or when she leaves.

It is expected that she gets to see Kyungsoo preparing to leave, one of the receptionists—Olivia, in this case—filling whatever was left in the papers so he could get to his plane. The green pants, the black t-shirt that fits his body nicely, the black cap that matches the outfit, everything is a reminder of what she could not reach. She sighs deeply, audibly, because she knows he won’t even notice her when she does so, mainly because she is just a maid.

The broom becomes her leverage as she looks at Kyungsoo, one last time, and she makes a mental note to never watch a drama ever again. What if he’s in it? Should she stop watching movies, too?

Only that her sigh is heard and Kyungsoo turns around to look at the source of noise, his eyes behind his thick framed glasses widening momentarily before a smile appeared across his face. She has seen him a few times ever since she rearranged his bathroom, sometimes passing by, sometimes taking a nap on the couch as she cleans, but a conversation never ensued. It is, then, that she notices that he has a bouquet of tulips on his hands, violet and green and looking at her, bringing her envy because whoever gets those flowers is very lucky.

Kyungsoo makes a motion with his hand and the man goes to her with fast steps, standing just in front to speak. “So, I’m not one to pick flowers a lot…but since you were so nice to me these past few days, I decided to leave with a little gift.” Those words make her blink rapidly, trying to understand the situation at hand. Kyungsoo. Flowers. Smelly—the flowers, not him—. Plump lips that take a lot more of his face because he just woke up. The flowers are for her? “You were nicer than most. It’s not always that I make such a mess at a hotel room, but I’ll make sure to leave a nice review for you.”

As if Mr. Cho will even take it into consideration. “T-Thank you…Mister.”

“Do.”

“Mister Do.”

Kyungsoo slaps his hand across his forehead before chuckling. “No, I meant to say Do Kyungsoo. You can call me Kyungsoo. I thought you’d call me that since the last time I told you my name.”

“Well, Kyungsoo,” The name rolls off her tongue easily. She could say it a hundred times, repeat it a million more. “You shouldn’t have worried. You were top-notch as a guest here, in The House of Glass, and we sure hope that you continue coming here whenever you arrive to Seoul.”

Kyungsoo chuckles at that. “Yeah…I probably will. I have been planning on buying a house for the past year but with how busy I am, hotels are what I intend on staying at.” She smiles, because she thinks hearing Kyungsoo speak is nice and she would not mind talking to him until dawn appeared. He seems like the type of man that would only talk the necessary amount, interesting yet mysterious, and she would love to be given a chance. However, a nod comes soon after from his part and he looks at his phone, just like he had done in her dream. “So, I think I need to leave right now. I hope you have an excellent day.”

“I should be the one saying that, Mis—Kyungsoo.”

He chuckles at that. “Beat you to it, then.” And then, his hands wave at her and she can’t help but gush internally at his cuteness. Surely, she thinks that Sehun is at least a bit right—the silent ones are always the freakiest. Sooner than later, he is leaving with someone carrying his luggage and Sehun probably delivering his rented car so he could leave to the airport.

Which, in retrospect, she should have maybe waited a bit until Kyungsoo was fully gone when she went running towards Sehun, practically bumping into his chest with the bouquet of tulips in between their bodies as she grins so hard, her cheeks her hurt. Sehun is looking at her, stoic faced and a bit surprised as he parts his lips to question what she was doing, or what exactly had gotten into her, when she speaks as quickly as possible.

“Guess who gave me these flowers.” She tuts. Playful, with her eyes glistening and her hands fidgeting with the ribbon of the bouquet. Still, their chests are pressed together as they speak.

“Uh…” Sehun lets his voice trail momentarily before frowning, taking the bouquet of flowers from her hands to inspect it. “Some guest that wants to get into your pants?”

She scoffs. “No. Kyungsoo!” She replies and Sehun looks over his shoulder, as if to see the car is still there, which it wasn’t, and much to her surprise, Sehun seems impressed. “He told me I was a really great employee, so he gave me this.”

“That’s humble.” Sehun adds and then, he pokes her shoulder with his finger. “Good job. You almost got the man.”

“…Yeah, I probably won’t get him.” With certainty, she thinks it is a high possibility that she will never see Kyungsoo again, but it is not like it hurts her. She got a pretty bouquet of flowers and a nice sight to look at when working. She pulls one tulip out of the bouquet and places it in between Sehun’s ear and his head. “A flower for a flower boy.”

“I’m not a flower boy.”

“Sure, flower boy.”

With the wind blowing on their skins, they stare ahead to look at the city when Sehun catches her attention once again. There is something about Sehun that she enjoys, which makes her prefer him over a lot of her coworkers, and that is his way of speaking. The man looks scary, surely, but he is insanely nice. “Which reminds me…” Sehun trails his voice before pinching her arm softly. “There is this new place just a few streets from here that sells bomb bubble tea. Want to go after work?”

“Can’t. Have some things to do.” Although, she really does need to go out sometime soon… “But next Friday at ten in the morning sounds great to you?”

“Yeah, sounds fantastic.” Sehun says and she takes one last glance at the tulip by his ear. Violet does look great on him, but the smile on his face is even more enchanting.

Rustic, that is how the place Sehun likes to have bubble tea in could be described. The tables are made out of wood, everything is big from the seats to the cups in which they serve their coffee, but the bubble tea is excellent, indeed. Her straw ends up in between her teeth, surrounded by a halo of red lipstick that she had opted to wear out of style. What’s so wrong about wanting to look good once in a while? Nothing—much less when all she ever wears nowadays is that uniform the hotel gave her on her first day of work.

Sehun, on the other hand, looks like the epitome of fashion, as if Louis Vuitton had a child and Sehun came out of the womb. His gray sweater looks cozy, comfortable, fluffy enough to want to cuddle to his side, rest her head on his shoulder and take one of those naps she desperately needs. Even so, he matches the tapioca of his drink, which is even stranger, with his hair still neatly pulled back and a smile on his face that never leaves him. Sehun slurs and talks, slurs and talks and she should really feel like the man is borderline annoying her at this point, but he isn’t, because for the first time in a while she feels like she can open up to someone.

Talk about life.

About that one pimple she got last week and that looked just…pop-able.

About that YouTube channel she found just a few nights ago.

Sehun is the type of person made to talk to, to joke with, to feel and touch and crave only by words. Magically, he holds a key with golden rimming and little slots perfectly carved that can and will open anyone’s heart, and that includes hers. Sooner than later, she finds herself playing with her straw and looking at the TV ahead of hers. The news, always a source of endless worry, how life is so difficult inside our brains but it is even worse when you unite all the problems in the world. She reads the headlines, gives a big sigh with wings that flies out of her lungs with difficulty and then, she decides to continue the conversation they were stablishing. Hotels. Mr. Cho. Mr. Cho’s children. Goals.

Turns out, Sehun did enjoy being a valet—he thinks that if he can’t be rich, then he might as well get inside the cars of rich people, without stealing them or doing anything remotely illegal, just simply driving them from Point A to Point B. It’s a simple task, made for him whom only wanted to be part of the hotel staff, but Sehun still has the hopes of becoming rich someday. He sits on his couch every Sunday night, scraping the surface of a lotto ticket to see if he can finally—finally, become what he always wanted.

“It’s going to sound so dumb, but I always wanted to be the owner of my own hotel.” She replies, eyes still studying the wholesome face of the news reporter and then, she settles her gaze on Sehun once again, mouth filled with a big sandwich—Monte Carlo Sandwich, maybe? “I had the hotel planned out ever since high school. I just…I dreamed of it. Big, expensive-looking yet homely hotel. Not that it will ever happen.” After, her lips wrap around the edge of the straw and she gives a long suck. Goals are truthfully the hardest thing to achieve.

“That doesn’t sound dumb.” He rolls his eyes as he says that. “I’m sure you’d be a way better owner than Mr. Cho is.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Huh, of course!” Sehun makes his mind clear with a wide grin. “You actually know how things work. You’re always so…aware of how things are going in the hotel. You’re one of the best employees.”

Scoffing, she says: “You’re just saying that, just to say it.”

“I’m not!” He battles back. “Did you figure out the name of your hotel, already?”

In retrospect, she has but at the same time she hasn’t. It is the kind of pessimism that crawls to her when she is dreaming, that tells her to shut any source of hope because her dreams are unreachable. It means, in the most annoying of ways, that she will always be a miniscule being when compared to whom she wants to be. “Kind of…I guess…But not really?” She is not making sense. Definitely, because Sehun looks confused and then, just then, he releases a laugh.

“Let’s make a deal, right here, right now.” The words catch her attention, enough to make her nod, enough to trail her gaze to his lips to see his short yet slight puckered up lips let out the deal he is gushing about. “If, and only if, I win the lotto anytime in my life…be it tomorrow or twenty years from now, we’ll start our own hotel. You as the owner. Me as your pretty companion that earns money but doesn’t really deal with a lot.”

It sounds fair, and most importantly it sounds great. She can imagine Sehun in a suit, right beside her going on an elevator of their own hotel, herself not looking as elegant as he might but enjoying her business nonetheless. She pictures the tall walls, the spotless flooring, the beautiful but yet immaculate reminder that she once believed it was impossible, only for it to be the most possible thing in the world. Palpable. Lived. Touched. Beneath her hands when it was part of her imagination once. “You’d do that for me?”

An affirmation is given in the matter of seconds. “Yeah!” He says. “A hotel would only duplicate the money that I would have earned…so I would be richer. I don’t see the problem there.”

“So you’d use me as a way of getting rich?”

Sehun leans forward, quirking an eyebrow at her words. “Of course, why not?” He questions and that makes her gasp, her hand colliding against his shoulder (he has taut muscles, she discovers then.) “I’m kidding. I’m kidding!”

“What’s going on in here?”

To see the receptionist, Grace, almost pulling at her hair because of the blonde haired male in front of her was, is and will always be very…surprising. Grace is a woman of confidence, patience, and any kind of ‘-ce’ that makes her the epitome of perfection. To see her at the verge of anger is unusual, which is what catches her attention as he holds a broom in her hand, ready to continue her work into cleaning the bathroom in one of the penthouses.

Luckily for Grace, whom looks at her as if she was God, she had arrived at the perfect moment. “This costumer keeps complaining about a hard bed just not to pay.” And by the way she speaks, she supposes that the man doesn’t understand the language they are speaking in. Just to make sure, she steals a glance at the man in his mid-twenties, definitely trying his hardest to look cool. Those sunglasses are a nightmare to look at, purple and big and definitely not matching his yellow shirt. “So I need you to check the room. Take a video of the bed bouncing, I don’t know, just make it look soft…and you’re set.”

She hisses. “But I kind of have a dusty bathroom to take care of—”

“Please.” Grace begs. “I’m just asking for one favor here.”

“Why not get another one of the maids to do it? David, Minseok, Jinah—?”

“David’s shift is over. Minseok is out washing the parking lot and Jinah…you know, I hadn’t thought about Jinah.” The thought of not having to take part of Grace’s little plan is enough to have a smile painting her makeup-washed face, but her hope dies down the moment she whistles at a passing Sehun. “Go with Sehun, since I don’t have the time to call Jinah.”

Sehun gets closer at the sound of his name, wide and big hands resting on the counter with a surprised expression. “Go where?” He seems less than intimidated about it, just a bit out of place. It’s not that she could not do it, but how in the fucking world is she going to make a bed bounce?

“This room,” Grace points at her computer’s screen before sighing. “Our guest here says the bed was hard. I need you to…press a hand to the bed, show it’s soft, take the video to me and I’ll show it to him.”

The maid scoffs from her spot. “He already knows the bed is not hard.”

“But if I have proof, he’ll be embarrassed.” The receptionist points at her clock, expensive and glistening, before tutting with her tongue. “Time’s running, so should you two.”

“I’m busy, though—” Before she could continue with her complaint, she feels Sehun’s arm wrapping around hers to bring her with him, giving a smile to her as they get away from the reception. “Sehun, I really don’t want to deal with a complaining guest. You know how they get, and the least I want is a damned police officer knocking on my door late at night telling me I have to go to court for…a hard bed, I don’t know.”

“Grace needs us.” Sehun reassures and then, when he presses his long fingers to the elevator, he continues. “And it is not always we find an excuse to disappear from work for ten minutes, so we better give it a chance.”

“What are we going to do in ten minutes in a simple hotel room?”

“Take a nap? Duh.”

“You can nap in less than ten minutes?”

Once they are inside the elevator, Sehun responds. “If I have company, yes.”

“You can’t sleep alone?”

“I can. That doesn’t mean I like it.”

She smiles at him, his face shining because of the heat outside, his lips pulled in a smile as well, one of those that makes his eyes turn into crescent moons. Sehun is enchanting in his own way, his own bratty, simply illogical way. “Big baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. Guh, guh, gah, gah.” Sehun feigns baby noises and that leads her to laugh loudly, throwing her head back at the sound of his deep voice saying such things. “So, napping?”

“We’ll see.”

Borderline disorganized—no, like living hell! That is exactly how the hotel room looked like. Plastic plates are scattered on the floor like flowers in a garden, with the satin bedsheets of the bed tangled in such a way that it creates eminences, little volcanos made by the twisting of a man in his sleep. The room smells heavily like spray deodorant, the typical scent of a man that knows nothing about colognes, and one sniff is enough to want her to get out of there as soon as possible. She grabs her phone from her uniform’s pocket, body leaning forward as she says.

“Lay on the bed. Press your palms to it—”

“…Wait, what?” Sehun asks in between laughter, his neck growing red out of embarrassment before giggles changed his boisterous tone of chuckles. She rolls her eyes, watching as the man does as she says, her camera recording the way his palms dug onto the soft mattress. “Never say that to anyone out of context.”

“You’re such a child.” She answers, saving the short video of a mere five seconds before placing her phone inside her pocket once again. She lays down beside Sehun, opting to take a small breather because it is never too late or too early to take a short nap, the mere closure of her eyes. Once she sees the ever-lasting darkness of her eyelids, she releases a sigh. “I feel dirty laying on these sheets.”

“Mr. Cho thinks satin sheets are fancy…and sure, they are, but they are kind of…dirty.” Sehun says the obvious, really, and she nods her head before she feels his head resting on her shoulder, one of his heavy arms draped over her middle, his right leg stuck in between her knees. “Do you mind me cuddling you?”

“Nah.” Her hand comes to rest over his black hair, soft and silky, just like the sheets…but no, even better, she’d say if she is ever asked about it. Sehun is a daily routine, already, he is the type of person she never gets tired of, that one screaming fan in a concert of a woman that doesn’t really know how to sing. Surely, there are a hundred problems in her life, a million things she doesn’t know, but he is always there, pushing her to do better, to be better, but most importantly to be whoever she wants to be. Those are the type of people that are worth it. “You should put an alarm.”

Sehun groans against her collarbone. “Why?”

“If Grace or anyone, any staff, finds us like this…we’ll get fired.”

“We’re not doing anything bad.”

“Napping is against the rules.”

“Sleeping is against the rules. Napping? Napping’s not sleeping.”

“You’re such a bad influence.”

“…No.” Sehun sits up, his face hovering on top of hers before smiling deeply. “We are bad influences, you mean.” He replies and she chuckles, though the sound grows short on her lungs when she realizes Sehun’s hands are on either side of her body, his leg is still very much in between her knees. It’s comfortable, too comfortable, and maybe the pretty ribbon that the situation needs is a kiss on his short, plump, really desired lips.

When did Sehun turn this…attractive? “Get off me.”

“But I wanna nap.” Sehun replies and when he pushes his hair away from his face, and she bites her bottom lip out of control. Breathe in. Breathe out. Do not think about your coworker that way. He takes one glance at her face, smiles gleefully before she breaks. All she can seem to think is one big ‘fuck it’ as she leans in, lips capturing his in a kiss that is not meant to take his breath away, it doesn’t even have much meaning, it is the start of something she did not know about—the end, could it be?

If Sehun is surprised, he doesn’t show it. He rests his forehead against hers after a quick meeting of lips, to teeth, to tongue, to soul. Sehun is quite the opposite of a romanticist, so with a brief kiss placed to her lips, he finally speaks up. “I would gladly make out with you in this bed if only I knew if these sheets are…clean.”

Happiness is what she feels when Sehun takes her by the waist, making the two of them sit up as she holds onto his shoulders. “You owe me that, then.” She adds, all bashful and smiley because…Sehun, out of all people, was her last choice of kissing, but damn was she missing out on a good kisser.

“I can promise a date.”

“Only a date?” She scoffs, standing up from the bed and making sure that her phone was inside her pocket. Rich people could also be thieves, too. “I expect one hell of a date.”

Though, she knows he is going to live up to his promise, considering the smile on his face as Grace gives them an earful is the most beautiful, proudest sight she has ever seen.

“Apparently, Shakira is going to stay in our hotel.”

“That’s nonsense. I really don’t think so.”

“You’re just jealous because your hips do lie.”

Looking over her shoulder, she gets a good glimpse of Sehun, who is taking the time he has left of his night shift to bother her instead of driving cars and receiving people by the entrance. After making a deal with Jinah, she finds herself washing around the swimming pool—a little girl had decided to slip and fall and create a bloody mess on the floor, one that she had to clean up, and Jinah being Jinah was scared of it. “I don’t want to date you anymore.”

And that is right. She is dating Sehun, as secretly as possible only to not break the rules that Mr. Cho had set up, with sneaky glances and a lot of elevator kisses that have Sehun covering the cameras with one hand—god bless his height—so they would not get caught. It has been a few months of the two of them dating, five to be exact, and she has learned that Sehun is a jokester. Annoying as well, but most of the time he is joking.

Which brings them to the situation they are in, a mop in her hands, Sehun leaning his face towards the pool as he says: “I’m going to drink the water in this pool if you stop dating me.” She knows Sehun is joking around, but she kneels down either way just to wrap one hand around his bicep and bring him back towards her chest.

“Don’t.” She tells him sternly but when Sehun looks at her, she ends up laughing joyfully. He brings happiness to her life and sometimes, she thinks she was stupid enough of not noticing that she had such a good man right in front of her, under his nose, looking like that and speaking like that and most importantly, being what she always wanted. “So my hips lie?”

“Mine don’t, I can tell you that much.” Sehun’s barked remark makes her hand collide against his chest in a smack and the man chuckles before standing up, holding her in his arms to keep her with him. She tries to move away, but Sehun is holding her tightly by the shoulders and she is pretty much pressed to his wide, toned chest. “I’m kidding,” The smile on his face is teasing as he leans down to kiss her. He does use a bit too much of tongue, but he is getting better at that—he surely knows how to equilibrate his preferences with hers. “Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?”

She shakes her head, fixing his outfit before sighing. “No. I got it. Besides, your shift ends before mine and you have to sleep.”

“Okay.”

“No fighting?”

“Nah. I do like sleeping.” His response is annoying, enough to make her move around only to have him pulling her back against his chest. “But I like you more!”

She giggles at that, girlish in some way, and then she bites her bottom lip. “If someone sees us here, we’re ruined. Let go of me.”

Sehun does such thing, indeed, but as he leaves he does not forget to place a short kiss to her lips. As a promise that maybe, surprisingly, he is going to meet with her early in the morning to pick her up from work.

To sit by the sidewalk is not the most romantic of spots, that much she can admit. Her butt is sore, the fabric of her jeans scratches against the skin and most importantly, there are people passing by every so often that absentmindedly pat their feet against her back or her boyfriend’s, but as time passes by, she gets used to it. As long as she has Sehun’s shoulder to lay her head on, she doesn’t really care, all she needs is one big Venti filled with coffee, some pastries to share with him and a lot of will and hope as they scratch yet another lotto ticket.

It’s their Sunday schedule every two weeks and Sehun is not one to get excited often, he says that being overexcited about things leads to frustration and impotence, but she always get hit by the reality of not being a millionaire. And spending money on lotto tickets that don’t make her a millionaire. As she munches on her breakfast, she sees Sehun’s long fingers comparing the results in the newspapers with the one in his lotto ticket and she groans at the sight of only one number away from becoming millionaires.

“At this rate, our dream of owning a hotel will come true when we’re like eighty and all wrinkly.”

Sehun rubs her back, because even when he doesn’t show it, he’s hopeful—something about a hunch, he says, that he feels like one of those days something was going to go their way. Either that happens, or they use all their lives worth of savings to make a tiny hotel. “We’ll come around someday, don’t worry.” The man whispers, taking a sip from her cup of coffee because he can’t ever seem to get one of his own. Something about preferring tea, or perhaps just because he likes sharing things. Some find it annoying, she doesn’t strangely enough. “But this one was one number away. I think we’re getting pretty close.”

“Aren’t you the one that tells me to never get excited about these things?” She asks, knees touching Sehun’s in the not-so-crowded spot. He places his hand on her thigh, gripping it like he always does, before smiling.

“Don’t get excited, but don’t lose hope.” That sounds incredibly deep for someone as dry as Sehun could get, but it makes her feel better. “That’s how I got you—I was fucking clueless that I even liked you, but I saw my chance and I got it. I didn’t get excited, but I took my chance.”

“I was the one who kissed you.”

Sehun scoffs. “Of course. I have my pride.” That makes her roll her eyes and the man pats her thigh one last time before standing up. “I’m buying another lotto ticket.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Give me a good luck kiss.”

And with a smooch against his lips, she silently wishes that their dreams can come true. As a duo, a couple, a pair, some people trying to create something better with their careers. All she knows is that she wants to grow, but she only wants to grow with him.

One thing she does know, if they ever get a hotel of their own: they are not having satin bedsheets.

#sehun scenarios #sehun #exo scenarios #exo #kpop scenarios #writing #sehun au #sehun fluff #exo au #exo fluff #hotel!au #valet!sehun #maid!reader #thanks for the moodboard sweetheart!!!

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voltronfanwritings · 4 years

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Hey everyone! So, I realized that fanfics have gained a lot of attention, sooo, I’m going to be sharing my Klance fanfic. It’s between Keith and Lance from Voltron. Kinda cheesy because it’s my first, but yeah. Please enjoy it and expect more to come! :)

KLance Fanfic (AU): You

~ “I can’t believe you, Lance.” Pidge said, muttering under their breath, tapping rapidly on the computer. “I mean, it’s not like I really messed up.” Lance paused to look at Hunk. “Did I?” Hunk nodded. “Going out, getting drunk as hell and then coming back late, expecting us to believe that you're sorry after “accidently” ruining Pidge and I’s project.” Lance sighed and then smirked. “First off, I am really sorry for doing that, I was drunk and was not able to control myself. But, it was fun though. I met,” Lance started, then did a dramatic gag. “Mullet head. Keith.” Pidge stopped her typing. “What the fuck?!” Pidge whispered to Lance. They were in the college’s library and they were lucky or Pidge would have screamed. “And, you're acting out why?” Lance looked at Pidge with a confused look. “Don’t act stupid. Hunk and I both know you have a massive crush on Keith Kogane and I know that you were exhilarated to see him last night at the club.” They sighed. “You may have known that he was going. That’s why you went in the first place, right?” Lance’s face was filled with blush. He only kind of expected Pidge to call him out like that and quickly snapped out of being dazed. “N-no!” Lance stuttered. “It was never because of him. Shut up!” Pidge smirked. “Whatever you say.” They said, obviously not believing Lance’s words based on his tone. Pidge began to stand up and make a motion to Hunk. “We have to go work on our project. Get better at lying in the meantime.” Just before leaving the table, Pidge looked back and Lance and said one last comment. “Also, there’s you man. Might wanna start up a conversation before you totally blow it later.” Hunk waved a goodbye at the flustered Lance, who flicked off Pidge behind their back. Keith sat down across from Lance, ignoring the fact that he was there and began to read the book in his hand, jotting down notes as he read. “Hey, Keith.” Lance whispered. “Mullet.” Keith looked up. “What is it Lance? I’m not in the mood to be bothered by you today?.” Lance scoffed. “Well, Mr. attitude, can’t a friend say hi to his emo mullet-headed friend?” Keith closed his book. “Lance, if this is about last night, which I barely remember, I suggest you leave it alone. Also, I’m not your friend.” Lance rolled his eyes. “I mean, we’ve known each other for years, so, I can call you my friend.” Lance smirked a little, trying to refrain from full on smiling. “Plus, seeing drunk Keith was kind of exciting.” Keith began to feel flustered. “Y-you were drunk too! I’m pretty sure you were a hot mess yourself, so, don’t come at me for anything.” Lance took Keith;s book and read the cover. The deepest and darkest. “I should have known.” Lance said, handing Keith back his book. “Such an emo title for such an emo dude.”

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Lance somehow ended up in Keith’s room after the unexpected library meeting between himself and Keith. They were just talking, normally. Not in a rivalry way, but in a friendly way. It made Lance a little uneasy. “Damn, I’ve been hanging out with Keith for way too long.” Lance thought, smiling a little bit when dozing off from Keith’s voice. “I mean, I wouldn’t leave even if I had too.” “Lance! Lance!” Keith snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Oh, hey! Sorry. I dozed off for a minute.” Keith looked down before speaking again. “You're probably thinking about all those girls.” Keith muttered just loud enough for Lance to hear. “Not at all. The exact opposite actually.” Lance replied, which made Keith look up, eyes widened. “What did you say?” Lance looked at Keith’s eyes and bit his lip to avoid drooling at the amazing sight. “I said, mullet, that I was thinking about the exact opposite actually.” Lance got closer to Keith, realizing that they were practically breathing the same air. Smelling the same aroma. Feeling the same chills down their spine. “T-then what were you thinking about?” Keith stuttered, blush filling up his cheeks. “You.” Their bodies got closer and their lips touched, breathing each other's air. Keith would wrap his arms around Lance’s neck, deepening the kiss, his face continuing to heat up. Lance smirked a little when he saw Pidge in the cracked door filming. Hunk was by their side, chuckling. They finally broke the kiss, one that felt like forever, and just stared at each other. Lance began to laugh a little, then his little laugh turned into a loud chuckle. “What? What’s so funny?” Lance stopped laughing and smiled. “Because you look weird when you're flustered.” Keith’s face became an even brighter red and then he punched Lance in the arm playfully. “So, are we boyfriends now? And, can I still call you Mullet?” Keith smiled and nodded. “I will only allow you to call me Mullet since you're my boyfriend now.” Lance got closer to Keith and smirked. “Can I...kiss you again?” Keith smirked and held Lance’s hand. “Of course, you can.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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kingyeoms · 5 years

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neuroscience TA! joshua

pairing: joshua hong x reader (n) genre: it’s all fluff sorry warnings(?): swearing and just really casual writing in bullet points lol word count: 2,044 a/n: i barely proofread this and this is nothing like what i usually write but i’ve been thinking about this since the start of the new semester and welp here we are. a/a/n: i just realized.. people might not really know what a TA/teaching assistant is! usually someone who is working towards their doctoral degree and are obligated to assist teaching a course in their department, usually in charge of teaching discussion/supplemental sections~ ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

3rd year phd candidate

does research on neural circuit mechanisms in aging adults

big geek about brains, shows a thirty minute long video of a sheep brain dissection for the first day of section

people fell asleep but it’s fine bc josh is so excited about the video and everyone finds it endearing

always dresses so casually!! comes to class wearing sweats and plain black t-shirts (probably buys them in packs for $3)

but he still has the reputation among the undergraduate students as the “hot neuro TA”

cracks jokes w/ his students all the time

literally everyone wants to take the class that joshua hong is TAing

“joshua what are you teaching next semester??” “topics in advanced neuroimaging, you gonna take it?” “never mind, good luck”

brings his dog named peanut to class all the time

peanut is a giant ass st. bernard who likes to walk around the class and sleep next to people’s feet

super adorable but also a big Drooler

you’re the other teaching assistant for the same neuroanatomy class, but in the psychology department

you’re super down to earth!! honestly you treat your students like friends, talking to them super casually

but when class starts, you know how to get down to business and you’re super passionate about what you’re talking about

the psych undergrads have a ton of respect for you, because not only were you chill but you were mad smart too!!

your kids walking into class: “y/n guess what fucking happened in lecture”

you: “listen, you probably shouldn’t say the f word in front of me but tell me what the fuck happened”

anyways, here’s a funny coincidence: your lab and joshua’s lab are on the same floor

so it’s not a surprise that you and josh have this ongoing “feud” of which is more superior: psych vs neuro

“psych is for people who can’t handle neuro” “neuro is for people who hate themselves”

your office is opposite of his, so he’s always stopping by your room to annoy you or steal something from the jar of candy on your desk.

you: “why am i constantly out of kit-kats?”

josh, fistfuls of kit-kats behind his back: “damn, you should probably buy some more”

he’ll mess with your powerpoint slides, swapping photos of the cerebellum for photos of him and peanut

which SUCKS when you’re teaching,, and josh’s dumb face pops up on the projector,,

your kids: “nice one josh”

when you’re holding office hours for your students, he stops by and says some dumb shit to your kids like “come to my office instead, y/n doesn’t know what they’re talking about”

“fuck off, joshua” “oooooh you curse in front of your students? i’m telling the professor”

you just roll your eyes and the two of you just laugh at each other

the students who come to your office hours swear you two have a thing going on

and honestly? you wish

you’ve always thought josh was pretty cute

being a phd student was stressful, especially with research and teaching, but he never failed to put a smile on your face!!

you two were often the last ones on the floor, in charge of locking up rooms and cleaning equipment

he always insists on walking you to your car at night because “the raccoons might attack you”

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing him in your office but shhh

during lecture, you guys share a google doc to take notes on what to teach your students

he thinks it’s funny to delete everything you write

you, sitting next to him in the front row: “joshua hong if you don’t press ctrl + z right now i swear to god i’ll change the lock code to the EEG room”

josh: “wait don’t i have a study tomorrow”

proctoring exams with josh: “i can pass out tests faster than you” “are we five???? but no you can’t”

he’s really good… at catching people cheating? the dude has eyes like a hawk lmao and you don’t even notice honestly

“see the kid with the blue baseball cap on? give him a 0″

anyways the professor asks you and joshua to come in on a weekend to grade midterms

you: but i made plans

josh: i’m not ?? even getting paid ??

but you guys do it anyways because it’s not like you have a choice lmao rip

he brings peanut and he’s just drooling all over your bag

peanut not josh

i guess josh is metaphorically drooling because… you looked really good today

not the usual jeans and college sweatshirt you wear during the week

you had originally made plans with your friends to go to the farmer’s market

it was a really nice day :( sunny outside and you actually tried to not look like a mess for once!! you actually brushed your hair today lol

anyways, peanut is still drooling and you look at josh, confused but also a little grossed out

“why is peanut drooling?” “do you have food in your bag?” “i don’t think so?” “oh. maybe he just likes you”

peanut: pulls out a granola bar out of your bag

anyways… you two are grading exams, checking over the answer key for any mistakes

you furrow your brows as you look over the answer choices, so you ask josh to take a look at question 23

“yeah, what about it?” “look at the answer choices, there are two possible answers.” “ah fuck.”

turns out… a lot of the questions are like that..

you and josh just look at each other and groan, realizing you two have to redo the entire answer key

you call your friends to cancel your plans, saying you were stuck at school

joshua feels really bad so he reaches over to grab your stack of tests

“you can go if you want! i’ll finish it, no worries”

you shake your head, pulling out a box of red pens from your bag

“no thanks, my boyfriend would miss me”

a confused josh: “no i wouldn’t?”

“… i was talking about peanut?” but you’re giggling because josh’s face is beet red at this point

joshua: “anyways, question 40 right?”

truth is, joshua has always found you cute and he liked the fact that when he teased you, you weren’t afraid to tease him back

he just felt.. really comfortable around you

and seeing you smile after he cracked a joke?? best thing in the world to him besides peanut

even when you roll your eyes at him, he thinks it’s so cute!!

cliché moment where you two reach for the answer key at the same time and your hands touch

but neither of you let go wow so cute and you guys kind of just !! grade tests in silence, holding hands

joshua’s the type to rub your the back of your hand with his thumb i’m lowkey crying thinking about it

anyways, you guys end up finishing grading and the sun is starting to set

josh realizes that you two spent the entire day stuck inside the office, so he offers to take you to the farmer’s market

but you don’t wanna be a bother or anything so you shake your head, “no it’s okay!!”

josh insists that he takes you, saying “i gotta take peanut on a walk, come on let’s go”

so you two go to the farmer’s market, the crowds starting to die down a little bit since it’s the end of the day

josh holds your hand and peanut’s leash in the other

peanut keeps dragging you guys to all the booths that sell homemade peanut butter and he’s never been happier, he keeps getting free samples and head scratches

you’re looking at a booth that sells homemade jewelry, think leather bracelets and dainty finger rings

“josh, what do you think about th-” you turn to your side, but josh and peanut are nowhere to be found

and you look through the crowds and the booths next to you, but you can’t find them anywhere

you kind of panic,, because you didn’t think josh was the type to ditch someone? on a date?

was this even a date you weren’t sure to be honest,, but still :( you were kind of upset

but you finally see peanut dragging joshua back to you, a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hand

joshua’s cheeks and ears are tinged a slight pink when he gives the flowers to you, “i saw a stand selling these and they just looked really pretty, so i bought them for you”

and the flowers are so beautiful and your jaw literally aches from smiling so big and josh thinks you’re so beautiful!!

you two walk around a bit more, hand!! in!! hand!!

josh: trying to pull peanut away from all the friendly people willing to give him free beef jerky

tired from all the walking, you two buy ice cream, sitting on a bench in front of the tiny shop

peanut eats josh’s ice cream when he’s not looking

josh: peanut what the fuck

you offer to buy him another one, but he shakes his head, taking the cone from your hand, biting into the soft pink scoop

“let’s just share, strawberry is my second favorite anyways”

your jaw just drops because,, who bites into ice cream?

but it’s cute, you two talk about how much you hate the professor and which students you think are annoying

you two don’t even realize how dark it is until you hear peanut snoring, curled up at the bottom of your feet

josh is the first to stand up, his hand reaching out to yours, “it’s getting a little late, i’ll take you home?”

and so that’s how you and joshua ended up at the front door of your apartment

your hand clutching the sunflowers, the other intertwined in his fingers

and when he leans in, you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you two

kissing joshua? definitely better than you expected, the taste of strawberry ice cream still slightly lingering on his lips

your lips move in perfect harmony with his, joshua placing his hand on the small of your back

as soon as you feel josh pull you in closer, you feel a... wet.. tongue on your foot? you both break away to find peanut,, asleep,, drooling,, on your toes

“damn it, peanut” josh groans as you giggle, resting your forehead against his

“i’ll see you on monday, yeah?” you grinned, kissing him on the cheek

"yeah i really,, gotta take this kiddo home,,” and he sighs, waking Big ol’ peanut up “but i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it again sometime”

“as long as we don’t have to grade 600 midterms again, it’s a date”

the both of you blush because,, was this even a date??

yes, it was

but seriously, what a super cute start to your relationship with josh

you don’t even get mad when you find out it’s josh stealing all of your kit kats

he leaves a giant bag of them on your desk one day to make up for it

but also joshua is the Worst

joshua: “how does it feel to be dating the hot neuro TA on campus?”

you: “shut up before you become the hot single neuro TA”

sometimes josh stops by your class when you’re teaching to give you a kiss on your cheek before he goes to do research,,, embarrassing you in front of all your students (even though pda is probably something that shouldn’t be happening in front of them)

literally Everyone: “we fucking called it”

definitely still makes fun of you 24/7,, just with more kissing

friday nights with joshua: skimming academic papers and talking shit on faculty LOL

going to the farmer’s market becomes a weekly thing for you guys!! mainly because the peanut butter booth would be devastated if they didn’t get to see Mister peanut

sooo,, you may or may not have done it on your desk in the lab LOL

josh in lecture: hey i think you’re pretty cute, maybe we should get dinner tonight?

you: josh can you pls stop flirting with me on google docs you’re LAME

#kpop scenarios #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #i don't even know what to tag this #m:jisoo #gr:fluff #g:svt #number one peanut stan #i would kill for neuro josh bye

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My Forever

Author’s Note: Written for @spnkinkbingo, filling my Roommates square... also written for @dean-winchesters-bacon because I was attacked by Jensen pics and gifs until I agreed to write some smut of this gorgeous man. (thank you, I love you, you’re awesome, but now I have to focus on that Sam smut lol)

Summary: Y/n is staying with Jensen while she works on the show. An unmated omega and an unmated alpha staying in the same apartment is asking for trouble, even if y/n is on suppressants that completely hide her true nature.

Pairing(s): Alpha!Jensen X Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2742

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! unprotected sex, knotting sex,truemates

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It wasn't ideal. You knew that an unmated omega living with an unmated alpha was asking for trouble, but you also knew that you couldn't stay in the fleabag motel the studio put you up in and you certainly couldn't afford your own apartment. Jensen was nice enough to offer you his pull-out couch and you were not going to turn that down. You were on suppressants, anyway, and used special body wash to hide your scent. For all intents and purposes, you were a beta, and that's how it was going to stay. Besides, you were only going to be Jensen's roommate for a month while you worked as this half-season's villain, then you would go back home and never see him again, probably. It wasn't a big deal.

Except, of course, that Jensen Ackles was the sexiest man you'd ever laid eyes on, alpha or otherwise, and his scent was intoxicating and absolutely blanketed the apartment. There wasn't a single place to get relief aside from the little balcony outside of the kitchen. So, of course, that's where you spent most of your time, even though November in Vancouver was cold as fuck. He often came home from shooting to find you wrapped in blankets and hoodies, just looking at your phone and breathing in the crisp air.

“You really like that balcony, don't’cha?” he asked at the beginning of the second week of you staying with him, as you entered the kitchen from the balcony to go pull out the sofa-bed.

You shrugged. “Don't get views like that in Louisiana… and the air tastes better up here. New Orl’ins smells like swamp gas and urine. Smells like worse come Mardi Gras or Pride.”

Jensen scoffed. “Imagine how bad it'd be if you weren't beta. I've been to Mardi Gras. Smell almost killed me.”

You gave a tight smile. You couldn't tell him about the nose plugs you generally stuck in your nose during festival weeks and parades back home. Something you wished you could get away with now, but couldn't do without giving away your presentation. Breathing surreptitiously through your mouth would have to work, instead. “Yeah. Lucky me.”

“Hey, you get the changes to Monday's schedule?” he asked, not looking up from the pot of coffee he was making.

You nodded. “Yeah, I'm shooting with Second Unit and I'm doing the scenes with Jared. All the stuff with you got pulled.”

“Yeah, uh… I'm… huh.” He looked a bit uncomfortable as he looked up and bit his lip. “I'm in pre-rut. It's early, for some reason. Haven't been off-cycle since I was still on Days, but something…” He shook his head. “Anyway, I'm going to lock myself in my room for a few days. No work for me.” He said it with a smile, but it was forced.

“You want me to get out of here? I mean, I can't imagine you want some coworker you barely know to… to be witness to… you know, to that.” You felt a bit uncomfortable, yourself, at the thought of being around an alpha in rut, and a bit guilty that your presence might have triggered an early rut in him.

“Nah, it'll be okay. Like I said, I'm just gonna hole up in my room with some water and a box of protein bars and I'll hit the gym while you're at work to get the aggression out. I'm sure it'll be… I'm sure it's fine.”

You nodded. “Okay. Well, uh, I'm going to get some sleep. Let me know if you need anything, Ackles. I owe you, so… if you need anything.”

He licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

You had a nervous pit in your stomach as you laid yourself down on your side and listened to Jensen preparing his room. You knew you should leave. Things were going to be difficult if you stayed. But you couldn't afford to leave. Not only could you literally not afford it, but it would out you as an omega.

You would just have to deal with it.

~~~~~~~~~

“The dude's been every second week of June and December for as long as I've known him. I don't know what could have fuckin’ set him off a month early, but it fucked up our schedule,” Jared complained the next morning.

“I don't see why it's such a big deal, Jared. They just moved all of the stuff from next week to this week and this week to next week. No biggie.”

“It's a big deal because what if he's sick?” You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “He's thirty-six and he's never had an omega. He's gonna get sick and he's gonna go crazy if he doesn't settle down. That's just basic fuckin’ anatomy. We figured he had more time but what if this cycle shift is the start of ferality?”

You bit the inside of your lip. No, Jensen wasn't going feral. His body was just reacting to being in close quarters with an omega trying to hide her genetics. “I'm sure he's fine… but, you know, why hasn't he got an omega? An alpha that looks like that, that's as nice and successful as Jensen…” You looked away from Jared, hoping he wouldn't notice the way your cheeks were heating up. “I mean, I know Vancouver doesn't have a lot of omegas, but isn't Austin, like, a haven for them? Because of all the pro-omega laws the mayor put in place back in oh-eight?”

Jared laughed. “He's waiting for his truemate. I've tried to tell him that's not likely to happen, but he thinks, since I met mine, he's gonna meet his.”

You smiled, tightly, heart aching a bit at the thought of truemates. Not that you were ever going to find yours while on suppressants, but that was every young omega's dream, finding that perfect mate. “Well, I'm sure he'll find her, eventually… definitely before he goes feral. Dude's a rock. Let's go get some work done, huh?” You didn't give him time to respond before walking away.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking into Jensen's apartment was like walking into a solid wall of pheromones. The scent that had been driving you crazy for a week and a half was so strong that it stalled out your brain. You couldn't move for a few long moments, your body refusing to listen to your mind telling it to move out of the doorway. When you realized you were literally drooling at the scent of him, you told yourself to leave. If he noticed the way his scent was affecting you, he'd know you were an omega. Your body was tingling at the pheromones, the promise of an alpha in rut just beyond his bedroom door and after you took that first deep breath, you couldn't make yourself breathe through your mouth again.

You held back the moan that wanted to escape you, but you couldn’t keep your feet from carrying you down the hallway to Jensen’s bedroom door or the deep breaths you were pulling into your lungs. Deep moans from the other side of the wood forced your eyes closed. You could imagine him on his bed, big hand wrapped around his huge alpha cock, fucking himself in a fit of sexual aggression.

“Y/n.” The strangled groan sent a shockwave straight to your core, slick starting to leak out of your entrance. “I can smell you, Omega.” You grimaced. He knew. “Go away. We’ll talk about it after.”

You tried to move, to turn around and walk away, to go sleep in your rental car or something, but your feet just carried you closer to the door. “I… I can’t,” you whispered. He growled and your knees went weak. You grabbed onto the doorframe, resting your forehead against the door. “Jensen, I’ve been trying to walk away since I unlocked the front door. I can’t.”

The door yanked open and you looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded. “You said you were beta. You fuckin’ lied. You-”

“I couldn’t- People don’t treat- I wouldn’t have the-” you babbled, your eyes traveling down his body to the place where his hand was wrapped around his cock.

“You know how crazy I’ve been? I knew you were the reason I went into fuckin’ rut and I thought I’d lost my mind because you were fuckin’ beta, but you aren’t.”

“I’m sorry.” Your mouth watered as you watched him move his hand down to the base where his knot was begging to pop.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded, pointing at the mattress.

Your eyes jumped to his. “What?”

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine, y/n. My omega. S’why you can’t leave, why I went into rut a month out of cycle, and if you don’t get on that bed and fuckin’ present for me, we’re both gonna have a fuckin’ problem… because you…” His hand shot out and cupped your cheek, sending an electric shock through your body. “...are about to go into heat.”

You whined as your knees went weak again. He was right. His rut was sending you into heat. The cramps were already starting, your breathing heavy, your mind clouding with lust. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. “J-jensen, you don’t… you don’t want-”

“Not about ‘want’, ‘mega. ‘Need’. Need you. Need my omega. Open your eyes.” You did as you were told without even thinking about it, looking up into his eyes. “I’ve thought you were gorgeous since you walked on set. It’s why I offered my couch up when you were complaining about the motel. Wanted to get to know you better. I’ve been drawn to you… ‘cause you’re mine. I don’t wanna force you into something you don’t-”

“Of course I do, but… if I… if everyone knows what I am, then-”

“I’ll protect you, y/n. No one’s gonna mess with my omega.”

The doubt in your heart was dissipating as the fever started to burn your body up. “You r-really think I’m your-”

“Yes. Mine. Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed.” He stepped backward, pointing at the bed again. Your shirt was over your head before you could blink, your sneakers kicked into the corner soon after. He growled as your jeans fell to your ankles. “Now.”

You scrambled to get your bra off as Jensen leaned forward to grab the waistband of your panties and ripped them down your legs. You were on the bed with your ass in the air within seconds. He leaned down behind you, inhaling deeply. “That scent. How have you been hiding that delicious fucking smell?”

“Korean body wash.”

His tongue slid between your lips, lapping at the slick there and making you cry out. “Not anymore.” He ran his hand across your back and buried it in your hair. “No hiding. I wanna smell you.” His hand pushed your head into the blanket as he lined his cock up against your entrance. “Can’t take it slow this time. Need you.”

“Take me, Alpha.”

He growled again and you whimpered into the mattress as he slid the head of his cock into you. “Gonna take you hard. Make you cum all over my knot.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes.” A single thrust had him completely sheathed inside you. “Damn it, y/n. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Jay, please. Please, Alpha.”

He yanked your head backward and pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his chest, twisting your head so that he could slit his full lips against yours, making you moan as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You could feel him pulsing inside of you as his tongue swept across yours. “Mine,” he growled, rubbing his stubbled cheek against your neck as he gave his hips an experimental roll.

“Yours,” you said, gasping.

His hand wrapped around your throat, lightly, holding you up as he started to snap his hips into you in a cadence faster than you’d ever seen outside of porn. He growled as he sucked a mark into the back of your neck. It wasn’t a claiming bite but it felt like one to you.

Part of you, the part that was still clinging to the independence you’d enjoyed as a beta, told you that you were going to hate being someone’s. Everything you’d worked for was going to be negated. Your home in New Orleans? Gone. You were gonna have to follow Jensen. Your career? Gone. No one was gonna hire you once they knew you were an omega.

Another part of you, the part you’d been denying since your presentation, couldn’t wait for his knot to be locked inside of you. Couldn’t wait for his cum to be warming your insides. Couldn’t wait for your belly to be round with his pups, his mark on your neck.

“My ‘mega. So wet for me. So soft.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Jensen, please, god, please, knot me.”

“Gonna give you my knot, y/n. So close,” he grunted in your ear as his knot started to inflate, catching on your entrance with each quick thrust.

“So close, Alpha. So close. Need it. Please,” you whined.

He dragged his hand down your body, thick fingers drawing circles around your clit and making you literally scream his name as your clenched around his cock, cumming hard as he shoved his knot into you with one last hard thrust and both of you fell forward onto the bed. He continued to play with your clit as his cock twitched inside of you, letting off spurts of alpha cum into your waiting womb.

His body was heavy on top of yours, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead of stifling you, the weight was reassuring. Everything seemed right, enveloped by his warmth and scent, his knot locked inside you.

He kissed along your shoulder before rolling you onto your side. “Gonna have to call Bob, tell him that you’re not gonna be able to work this week, either,” he whispered, running his nose along your neck.

You groaned. “They’re gonna fire me.”

“No. No, they’re not,” he reassured you. “There are anti-discrimination laws, y/n.”

“They’ll find a way. It happens all the time.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “They’re not going to fire my omega, y/n. They wouldn’t want to piss me off. They didn’t fire Genevieve.”

“They wrote her character out.”

“They were never going to keep Ruby. She didn’t get written out because Gen is an omega. She was honest from the start… unlike someone.”

You shook your head and twisted your neck to try to see him. “I’m sorry, Jensen. I shouldn’t have moved in here. This is all my fault.”

He scoffed, leaning up on his elbow to look down at you. “Why are you so determined for this to be a bad thing, ‘mega?”

“Because being an omega has brought me nothing but pain, Jensen.”

“Sweetheart, what we are is somethin’ special. Why would you want to be-”

“Typical alpha: doesn’t know what it’s like at the bottom of the pyramid.”

“There’s nothing typical about me, y/n, and I understand, okay? I’ve seen how omegas get treated sometimes, but things have gotten a lot more progressive and I’m not gonna let anybody mess with you. You’re my truemate, y/n.”

You sighed. You tried to fight the way the words comforted you, but you couldn’t. You relaxed backward into him. “Can we just… can we just get through this?”

Jensen gave a quick kiss to your neck and relaxed behind you, wrapping you in his arms. “No. We can’t just get through this. You aren’t just mine for this rut. You’re my forever.”

You whined at the declaration, covering your face with your hands. “You don’t want me to be your forever, Jay. I’m not-”

He growled, tightening his grip on you. “Don’t tell me what I want, woman. I know what I want. I know what I need. I know what is mine. You are my forever.”

You nodded. “Okay. I’m yours. Forever.”

“Everything else… we’ll work on after.” He placed a kiss to the back of your neck and you shivered. You felt him smile against your skin. “This where you want your mark, ‘mega? Or you want it here?” He licked the side of your neck and you moaned. “Can’t wait for you to wear my mark.”

“Forever.”

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