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compromise | j. yh & p. sh

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho features yunho x seonghwa and minor yungi x reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, established relationship, minor angst, polyamory ♡ warnings/tags: infidelity/cheating, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, yunho has a big dick, switch!seonghwa, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, pet names (babe, baby, princess), degradation (use of nasty, whore, disgusting), oral (female giving), oral (male giving), choking, crying, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, all the usual goodies

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note: howdy everyone !! i present to u ... compromise... >:3 likes, comments or reblogs are all greatly appreciated! if u enjoyed this lil tidbit, then dont be shy and drop a request!! or just giv me some good ole luv in the ask box... ♡

Winter has been cold; the winds unrelenting, the showers heavy, but most notably it was the loneliest of seasons. Months filled with ghostly kisses and slivers of physical intimacy that you could only reminisce of for so long.

Following the arrival of the lively blooms, you prayed for more opportunity as your newfound faith rose with the sun. Spring marks new beginnings — or so they say. The warm radiance of clear skies and gentle rains grace your heavy heart with hope. Things will be different this time around. Surely.

You long for Seonghwa's company, but you could never get more than a moment alone with the man. Maybe it was your fault for dating such a busy body, but you don't think so. The first year was filled with lovely memories and unforgettable dates, yet all too fast everything slipped away before you had any control over it.

Seonghwa is popular, smart, diligent, and responsible. With his final year at university nearing an end, his days were constantly in motion. Juggling a near perfect GPA whilst doing extracurriculars meant he had little to no time for leisurely activities. Leisurely activities included you, his girlfriend.

As of last semester Seonghwa's schedule went accordingly: Mondays are spent volunteering at the local nursing home. Tuesday through Thursday he works at the dainty little flower shop by the library and Sundays are reserved for homework and studying. On top of it all, there was mandatory soccer practice every weekday evening.

One would think that left him the weekend to spend with his lonesome lover, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That's what you wish to believe, but you know better at this point.

"I'm sorry, babe. Mr. Sung had an emergency at the retirement home, I don't think I can make it tonight."

"Shit! I have a test on Monday, I have to study... I'm so sorry, love. I'll make it up to you!"

"An important client needs me to stay and arrange twenty bouquets for her. I'm really sorry, baby..."

His apologies came far too frequent, and you had grown tired of his antics. You understand his priorities, but it was clear you were not at the top of the list. You're not sure if you were even on the list at all.

Despite his negligence, you still continue to try your best for him in the belief he'll slowly begin to reciprocate attention to you as he used to. No matter how demoralized, you still wished to maintain an image as his perfect girlfriend. Routinely you bring him coffee every morning, pack his lunch, attend his practices and games, yadda yadda… All the good stuff.

All of this is done with uncertain optimism though your insecurities are heavily laced in between each action. All you could really do is stay hopeful at this point.

Come the first home soccer game of Spring, your ass is presently glued to the metal bleachers as you're seated before the field. The players are hustling along the range, gunning for dominance over the ball. Your best friend Mingi sits beside you, the two of you sharing a large throw that's spread across from shoulder to shoulder.

Even with the rays of sunlight flickering between wisps of sullen clouds, the air still brings a chill with it. Blankets were a necessity at games like these. Huddling with the larger male proves to bring much needed warmth as you're cozying up to each other between idle chatter.

Mingi is a defender for KQ University's soccer team, but due to an unforeseen injury he has been forced to the bench until further notice. Thankfully, you have each other for company during his recovery.

Focusing between your small talk and watching your boyfriend, you're caught off guard by your companion's next words and nearly double take at him.

"You and Hwa still having troubles?"

You let out a quiet murmur, akin to denial and watch as the ball is passed to Seonghwa.

"Uh..."

The blonde maneuvers skillfully along the field before rounding his leg back and swinging precisely, shooting straight into the opposing team's goal.

Immediately everyone erupts into cheers and you can't help but to join them, not willing yourself to verbalize your answer at the other man's question. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth. That's your Seonghwa: striker extraordinaire! Boyfriend? Not as extraordinary.

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I can see it all over your face. You're like an open book," Mingi points out bluntly as he speaks over the roaring crowd.

If you were such an open book then why couldn't Seonghwa pick up on how distressed you were?

"Just admit it, you guys haven't been on a date in weeks and god knows how long it’s been since you’ve been laid." Although his words sting, you know what he says is true. You visibly wince and give a sharp nudge to his ribs, earning a pained whine from his end.

"Shut up, man! There's only so much I can do with a guy that busy."

Folding your arms over your chest, a frustrated sigh comes from you. Mingi has since begun to belt out suggestions, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he does so.

"Just break up?"

As if it were that easy.

"I don't know about that one..."

You're only half listening at this point, your eyes scanning the expanse of the field until they fall upon another player who is currently running up to Seonghwa and high-fiving him.

The man in question is tall, even taller than the giant beside you. He’s also incredibly handsome. He didn't fit the status of conventionally attractive, yet his presence isn’t one you can dismiss easily. With a towering frame and broad shoulders, it’s hard for you not to notice.

And his uniform? God. His sweat laden jersey sticks to the outline of his chiseled chest, fabric clinging and accentuating his lean form. Even worse, the shorts he wore did nothing to hide his set of long, muscular legs. You can feel yourself warming up considerably as you ogle him shamelessly from head to toe.

After their high-five he’s bouncing along the grass with a newfound spurt of energy and returning to his spot by the goal. When the ball is back in play, he takes on a defensive position, knees bent forward as his gloved hands are held out before him. Can't forget the big hands and nice ass too.

Your eyes flicker to his backside. Unable to help yourself, your stare is glued to him as you swallow thickly once he bends over, trying to ignore the full display of his butt before you. God, what were you doing?

"Ok, I know you're lonely and desperate but Yunho is not someone you should be thirsting over." Mingi's deep rumble of warning breaks you from your stupor. You tear your eyes from the goalie and meet your friend's knowing expression, cheeks aflame in embarrassment from having been caught.

"It doesn't hurt to look..." A guilty whisper comes from you as you return your focus to the goalkeeper, only to have your eyes widening in surprise when you're met by his own heated gaze.

Despite the distance from the stands, you can see a wicked and knowing smirk forming on his lips. As if he can read your thoughts, he readies himself in position once more but not before shooting a sultry look in your direction. Oh.

"That's more than just looking, babe. As his best friend and your best friend, trust me when I tell you it's not a good idea to get involved." Your companion can't help but to chastise you, shaking his head. Mingi is probably right though. He usually is.

Jeong Yunho is not someone you should be concerned with, yet there is an allusive and alluring pull to him. Everyone on the team is popular in their own right, but Yunho often has people flocking to him left and right. Amongst the boys, he and Seonghwa were probably the two most sought after men on campus.

The goalie was known for his exuberance and friendliness, attracting attention from all types of people. In truth, it was hard for many to resist his charms. Not you though. You’d like to think you have a decent reign on your self control especially considering the fact you're not single.

Even if that wasn’t the truth, the issue with Yunho is that he's a known heartbreaker. It was apparent that he didn't date or hook up often, despite his popularity. Even so, that only seemed to heighten his desirability. And regardless of that fact, word around campus was that he was infamous for having a huge dick.

The rumors stemmed from someone who was supposedly lucky enough to sleep with him, though nobody can confirm or deny. Whether true or false, many still try to gun for his attention in hopes of finding out.

Honestly, you shouldn’t even be interested in entertaining the idea. You barely even know the guy, only having chatted with him during practices and at the occasional party here and there. Not to mention you have your lovely, smart, gorgeous, busy… busy… boyfriend. Damn it, you're a horrible person.

“Fuck!” With both hands slapping your cheeks, you groan out in frustration while sinking into your palms.

Mingi raises his eyebrows and peers at you with a questioning look.

“What?”

“Dude, why am I thinking about Jeong Yunho's supposedly big dick?!” It's his turn to groan while he's rolling his eyes.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you again. The heavy stare that bores into you is enough of a tell that you don't dare to look forward, the goalie's shit eating grin taunting you from your peripherals.

"Seriously? Could you have said that any louder? He's literally staring at you!"

"Shut up, shut up! I know, dude!"

"Please just... I don't know. Please, don't."

After that you both sit in silence for the remainder of the game, left to linger amongst your own regretful thoughts.

It's not long before the bleachers begin to shake as the crowd excitedly stomps and hollers. A roar of cheering erupts from the stands once the final score reflects 4-1, the timer paused on zero.

In the rush of commotion you and Mingi forget the previous tension and untangle from the blanket, both of you stumbling slightly down the steps. You're quick to steal the throw, pulling it around yourself as you leave your seats, joining the team on the field.

"Hey! Get back here!"

Mingi shouts in complaint but trails after you nonetheless, catching up to you slowly as he rubs his arms and shivers.

You're both merging in the group of people crowding the team as everyone lets out celebratory cheers, animatedly chatting amongst each other. Mingi kisses your cheek and dips from you to join his fellow players.

You're left to battle the masses, squeezing and weaving between bodies as you try to make your way to Seonghwa quickly. When you reach him, he's surrounded by some of his peers, all of them laughing while exchanging hugs and pats on the back.

When he finally turns and sees you, his eyes light up. He's quick to wiggle away from everyone and he's pulling you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you.

The action surprises you but it's not unwelcome as you laugh and clutch onto him tightly, a squeal coming from you.

"Hwa!"

"Did you see me, baby? I can't believe we won!" You smile endearingly, though you can't help but chuckle at his comment. Of course they won. After all, they were one of the top soccer teams in the province.

He plants a single big wet kiss on your lips before he's setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. An adoring look crosses your face as he beams proudly. The familiarity of his hug was something you missed dearly, and you don’t even mind that he’s covered in dirt and grass stains.

Perhaps corny on your end, but you didn’t want your hug with him to end. You don't remember the last time he held you so joyfully. You knew it was probably from the high of winning the game, but you can pretend just for a little while longer that it was because he missed you.

"You did amazing, Hwa!" The stars in his eyes expand, twinkling with pride as you compliment him, his smile stretching impossible wide. Your heart stutters at the sight, making you want to melt entirely within his arms.

You want to shower him with more praise but all too suddenly, he's being pulled away from you. You recognize his reluctance as he apologetically tips his head and mouths 'sorry' when the crowd pulls him away, tossing him up in their arms as they're chanting his name.

"Party at Wooyoung's!"

"Drinks on Seonghwa!"

They march further and further away from you, filing into the locker rooms as you watch from afar, standing pathetically by yourself on the field. The crowd has since dissipated and you're all too aware that you're alone now.

The forgotten blanket is still draped around you, and you clutch it tighter around your frame as the breeze sends a shiver down your spine.

"You should dump him, you know."

You jump in shock and spin on your heel, head whipping in the direction of the new voice. You're met with the very same goalie you had been checking out earlier, a sense of guilt creeping over your back. How long was he standing behind you?

"What?" You manage to say back to him, unsure of how to approach his suggestion.

"I said you should dump him."

Yunho stands tall and defiantly before you, arms folded over his chest as he cocks an eyebrow in amusement. You give him a once over before you frown, trying to look anywhere but at him.

"You don't know anything."

He doesn't miss your lingering look and the corner of his lips quirk up knowingly as he steps toward you.

You stumble back, heart catching in your throat when you look up to meet his stare, his eyes swimming dangerously with an unknown emotion.

"I know enough, princess. A good girl like yourself wouldn't be eye fucking me if your boyfriend was taking care of you well enough," he pauses and leans past you, whispering hotly against the shell of your ear, " — or if he was fucking you properly."

A tremble of desire ripples down your spine but you move back, flabbergasted by his statement. You're no sooner tripping over your own feet and you topple backwards, landing on your ass.

Yunho barks out in laughter, not bothering to offer you any help. The man is hunched over now, chuckling loudly as he stares at your frustrated form below him. He clutches his stomach and figuratively wipes his eye as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing of his life.

"Fuck you," you spit back to him.

“Just say when and I’m all yours.”

You’re shocked by his admission, not daring to meet his eyes as your hand begins swiping the blades of grass under you. Though you're annoyed, you can't ignore the bubble of arousal that has spread through your belly. Yunho wants to fuck you. You rewind his words over and over again in your head, only snapping into focus when you hear Seonghwa’s voice calling out to you from a distance.

"Babe?" From several meters away, you see your boyfriend approaching closer in a light jog. He has since changed out of his uniform, and is now sporting a long sleeve with some form fitting jeans.

"Are you ok? I didn't know you were friends with Yunho!" Seonghwa reaches you both shortly, oblivious to the situation before him, smiling from ear to ear as he begins to help you up.

"I’m ok. I just tripped, that's all..." You offer an uncertain smile, standing up and wiping the debris from your pants.

"Hey, man! I was just asking her if she's coming to the party." Yunho throws his arm over Seonghwa, giving him a side hug before he's veering off toward the locker rooms.

"Gonna go shower. See ya both there!"

You're left with Seonghwa as the goalie's form disappears into the building. You shouldn't be upset now that you have some alone time with your boyfriend, but the encounter leaves you unsettled and questioning yourself.

You swallow nervously and lace your fingers with the man before you, gently tugging him along toward the parking lot.

"Let's go get ready, yeah?" He nods his head and lets you lead the way, happily swinging your hands.

"I missed you, babe. I can't wait for the party."

The guilt continues to fester at the back of your mind but you force it away, mustering up a half hearted smile.

"I missed you too."

The Jung family was known for being wealthy, so securing their beloved son a lavish 3 story building within your college town was no hard feat. Given Wooyoung's spacious living situation he also housed some of his fellow players. One being his closest buddy, Choi San, two being your best friend, Song Mingi and the third roomie was none other than the infamous goalie himself.

To say you're familiar with the house is an understatement, having stayed over on many occasions whether it be for a soccer function, party or to hang out with Mingi. The building itself is huge, reminiscent of someone's dream home but it was a little closer to a frat house than anything given the current occupants.

By the time you reach Wooyoung's, the sun is already setting beneath the skyline. In typical party fashion, there are people pouring in and out of the door and you see a few stragglers who are already wasted, strewn about the front yard.

The music is at full blast, some unfamiliar hip hop beats pumping from the speakers. The noise grows louder as you both near the entrance, the volume of chatter mixing in with the tempo of the current song.

When you and Seonghwa step through the bustling entryway of the Jung manor, a chorus of drunken cheers are heard amidst the packs of various friend groups.

"Yo! There's the man of the hour!" Wooyoung is ever the host as he’s quick to greet you two, shoving a can of beer into Seonghwa's hand while he slings an arm around his shoulder.

"M'lady," he playfully curtsies to you, despite the awkward entanglement of he and Seonghwa's limbs, "help yourself to some drinks. The boys want to take some celebratory shots to get things rolling!"

"Thanks, Woo!" You grin back at him and follow along as you're led toward the kitchen. Bottles of hard liquor amass the counter along with littered and forgotten red solo cups, some full and others empty.

The crowd is more dense in this room, all the soccer players packed around the island as they're downing shot after shot. Seonghwa is quick to join them, abandoning your company when he’s encouraged by their enthusiastic hooting.

The sight brings a smile to your face but your expression morphs into something unpleasant when he hooks his elbow with Yunho, both of them throwing down their beverages in unison.

You don't miss how Yunho's adam's apple bobs as he tips his glass back or how a dribble of tequila trails down his chin from his lips. When his eyes meet yours, they're narrowed playfully. There's a knowing glint behind his gaze that has you promptly turning on your heel.

With your back to the crowd, you're squeezing past the lot as you direct yourself elsewhere. You spare Mingi a pat in passing and maneuver toward the opposite side of the kitchen where you reach for a solo cup, opting to fill it from the massive dispenser of jungle juice in the corner. You make a mental note to come back for shots later once it's less crowded.

As you're filling your drink a hand lands on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze that makes you jolt in surprise. The liquid sloshes in your cup, narrowly missing your clothes. You turn to the perpetrator and immediately breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize the voice.

"Careful with that. It'll fuck you up good."

"Hongjoong! You scared the hell out of me!"

The man in question laughs and bumps his shoulder to yours. He's nursing his own drink which he holds up to you, nodding his head. Hongjoong and you go way back, both having an unspoken mutual respect for each other.

You've known him as long as you've known Seonghwa, but the both of them have been friends for many years prior so you have nothing on that. Even though he's not a part of the main roster, Hongjoong is the manager for the team, which makes him just as important.

The two of you met through Mingi and you both bonded instantly, enjoying each other's presence. You aren't necessarily close, but you're far from anything unfriendly. You’re also dating his best bud, so it was hard to avoid him if things were any different.

"Cheers!"

"Bottoms up, Joong."

You clink your plastic cup to his and you're both gulping down the booze in one go, a grimace overtaking your features as the concoction of alcohol and juice washes over you. Whatever that was, it was nasty.

“Dude, who made this? Isn’t jungle juice supposed to NOT taste like alcohol?”

“Probably some dumb ass.”

And that's how the rest of the night proceeds. In between failing to get Seonghwa's attention and socializing with various people (mostly Hongjoong), you're left to your own vices for nearly an hour. Like the others though, Hongjoong soon finds better company amongst his peers.

It hasn’t been long since your arrival yet you're feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Seonghwa has since been whisked away by his other friends, easily forgetting you in the midst of celebrations. It's nothing new, but the substance does help dull the pain.

To say you’re upset is an understatement. Does Seonghwa just not care? You even did up your makeup a little cuter today. Forgoing your usual attire, you wear a black strappy and skimpy little number tonight. You weren't one to usually show off your assets but it didn't matter since your efforts went unnoticed, leaving you high and dry.

Submitting defeat, you make up your mind and decide you would have fun regardless of your relationship. Fuck Seonghwa. You’re at a party, so you might as follow its intended purpose.

You've already made your rounds within the house several times, chatting amongst your friends only briefly before you wind back up in the kitchen. Although you're not quite drunk yet, you're definitely getting there as you begin to wobble over to the counter of spirits.

You're finishing your second helping of jungle juice once you've arrived at the island. A random liquor bottle is plucked from the selection and with the emptied solo cup in hand, you're quick to pour some expensive looking vodka, filling it halfway before you knock it back hastily. No chaser necessary. The sting is immediate, burning down your throat as you try not to gag down the rest.

Drinking the substance was akin to what you imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like. Disgusting, but it does the job. The cup is tossed aside and you wipe your mouth with your hand before you trudge toward the open doors of the backyard, the last area you've yet to explore for the night.

The moon now rises within the darkened skies, illuminating the expanse of the yard. From here, the music is a bit more muted and the chatter is quieter. Centered in the middle of the space was a pool, where some people were lounging about. Not a good spot for a tipsy girl like yourself.

Further to the side, the pungent smell of marijuana wafts from the corner where a large fire pit roars alive. Some familiar faces surround the area and from afar you can see they’re passing around a joint. You're quick to abandon your post by the doors, stumbling toward the lull of the flames.

"Miiiingi," you call out as you approach closer, slinging your arms around the said man.

Mingi turns slightly at the mention of his name and catches you just in time as you throw yourself into him, a loopy smile on your lips.

"Damn… You look,” he whistles lowly, “how many drinks have you had?"

"How do I look? And like... only a few!"

You drop your hold from him and step away to do a little drunk twirl, stumbling slightly. He raises his eyebrows in amusement but still claps his hands nonetheless.

"You look good enough to eat, babe. And I hope ‘a few’ doesn’t include the pitcher of that god awful jungle juice. I think Wooyoung threw anything and everything in there."

"Maaaaybe two of those and a shot!" A shot being that half cup of vodka earlier, which was basically two shots if you think about it. Mingi didn’t need to know that though.

He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles lightly. He wasn't one to stop you if you wanted to let loose. You grin and squeeze his hand once, thankful he wasn’t too concerned over your lack of sobriety. As you’re stepping around him and circling the fire pit, you greet the others surrounding you, not wishing to be rude.

To Mingi's left, your friends Yeosang, San and Jongho are in a deep debate as the lingering smoke from the weed and burning wood mixes within the air. They all wave at you and quickly return to their conversation. You think you hear something along the lines of whether or not mint chocolate chip is the superior ice cream flavor, but you don't really know.

To the opposite side of Mingi, Yunho nods his head to you as he reclines in a woven lawn chair with his legs spread apart. Even in your current state you don’t miss the way his eyes are greedily raking over your exposed form, taking in every inch of skin you’re showing. His actions have you shifting nervously on the balls of your feet and you don’t know how to approach him.

Regardless of the fact that you are ready or not, you have to face him now. Against your better judgment, you think you should enjoy his attention while you can and at this point, you were getting too drunk to care.

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or your disarray of emotions, but you can hardly ignore how the denim of his jeans hug his muscular thighs or how his white t-shirt rides up a little when he leans back, showing you just a sliver of his skin.

You’re both readily checking each other out and it makes you feel hot with shame. His eyes are hazy from the effects of the cannabis and he's taking a long drag before holding it up in your direction.

"Hey, princess. You want a hit?" A billow of smoke rolls over his lips as he speaks, voice low and gravelly from the dryness in his throat. You swear you’ve never seen anything sexier than the sight of him before you.

"Don't call me that," you murmur as you snatch the joint from his hand and inhale from it, sucking in a bit too sharply. The smoke that fills your lungs all too soon comes out in sputters and it has you coughing out several times.

The sound of Yunho's hearty and familiar laughter joined with Mingi's fills your ears, making your face burn with embarrassment. If you could dig a hole right now and hide in it, you would. You roll your eyes and pass the end of the blunt to Mingi while trying to recompose yourself.

"What brings you out here, pretty girl?" Yunho questions you, but you both know why. Mingi knows too, yet he chooses to ignore the unspoken tension between you two as he's too preoccupied finishing off the last of the joint.

"You know, the usual," you slur a bit as you speak, noting how the alcohol seems to pump more heavily through your veins, " — Hwa is too busy to pay attention to me so I may as well get as crossed as I can tonight."

"I told you that you should just break up with him." Mingi crushes the remainder of the joint under his shoe as he speaks, eyeing you warily.

"Yeah! You're clearly not having fun worrying about him!" Jongho suddenly butts into the conversation, his statement being followed by several nods and a chorus of verbal agreements from the rest of the boys.

"I wasn't aware that my relationship was everyone and their mother's business." You huff in response.

“Just because Hwa is our friend doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s a shitty boyfriend to you,” Yeosang pitches in.

“He’s not a bad guy. I just don’t know if he deserves that… And you guys make it sound like dumping him is the easiest thing in the world.”

You groan loudly at their insistent suggestions. All you've heard tonight is people telling you to break it off with him, but he’s still the man you fell in love with. You wish things weren’t so complicated.

“Him being a good guy is different from him being a good boyfriend. If you’re not happy, you shouldn’t stay with him,” San adds with a firm nod.

"Well whatever you do, they’re still right,” you're about to complain again but Yunho is quick to grab your hand, “Like Jongho said, you're not having fun, so let's go dance."

He’s standing up abruptly as he tugs on your hand, leading you back inside and toward the lively mass of dancing bodies within the house. The boys cheer in unison and follow suit, filing into the packed living room.

Within the dim space the lights are set down low and in the area where the speakers occupy there’s a set of disco lights atop, flickering from corner to corner, the gradient of multiple hues bobbing every which way.

Your group is weaving through the crowd of bodies until you’re all within the center of the dancing where you’re being sandwiched between both Mingi and Yunho. The room is unbearably hot, yet you’re too intoxicated to care as you lose yourself to the sultry song that plays through the house.

In front of you Mingi is clutching onto your shoulders as he easily moves himself to the beat of the music, swaying from side to side. From behind Yunho is holding your waist and you feel him bumping against your backside as he dances. You almost feel overwhelmed between the two men, but your arms loop around Mingi’s torso and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to rock against their bodies.

The boys brought you inside to have fun and you don’t want to waste the rest of the night worrying about your relationship. You’re between two ridiculously handsome men, so you might as well indulge a little.

Yunho's breath is hot against your neck as you drop your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering open to meet his half lidded stare. Beneath his stare is the look of something unidentifiable again, a dangerous and lustful glint. The movements never stop even as his grip tightens around you, his large hands over your hips.

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Yunho's whisper is almost lost to the volume of the music but you hear him clearly as he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip at his compliment and feel your body heating up.

"Want to rip this tiny dress off your body." He continues his onslaught of suggestive words, not faltering even as you press yourself instinctively to his crotch.

You're not surprised that he's hard against your ass but you are shocked by the sheer feeling of his size outlined beneath the fabric of his denim. Even with the jeans covering him, you can tell that the rumors are definitely true.

The thought of his dick alone has something stirring within your loins and you can't help but to grind yourself harder against his growing erection as a whine threatens to bubble up from your throat.

"You like that, princess?" His hold slides down from your waist and he toys with the hem of your dress, fingers dancing along the material teasingly.

His blatant flirting has you feeling nervous but you can't deny how turned on you are at the way he touches and gropes at you within the public eye.

Mingi is either too high to care or completely unaware of the situation as his body bumps against yours. His elbows slack on your shoulders but you can tell he's enjoying himself from the dopey grin he has as he's watching the scene unfold before him. So much for heeding his warning about Yunho. He didn't even seem to care anymore.

If not for your friend dancing alongside you, the sight of you rubbing yourself against Yunho would definitely look suspicious. At this point, you're not sure if being caught in the act bothers you though. You're much too faded and you're reveling in the feeling of both their hands all over you. Any guilt that still threatens to ruin your night is now easily disregarded.

The actions of your bodies gyrating against each other has made your dress ride up, revealing more of your already exposed thighs. With the way your lacy black underwear is just barely beginning to peek out beneath your skimpy dress, it takes Yunho everything in his willpower not to spread your legs right there and fuck you with his fingers.

You don't notice your indecency, but Yunho certainly does. Luckily he and Mingi are there to block the view from any prying eyes. He wouldn't want to share such a sinful sight with anyone else anyway.

"Do you want to take this upstairs?"

You should say no, but you find yourself nodding instead and allowing him to pull you backwards.

Mingi doesn’t seem to mind the absence of your body and easily bids you both farewell as he drunkenly looks for a new dance partner once you're both stumbling through the mass of moving bodies.

With his larger hand clasped over yours, Yunho is leading you through the string of scattered party goers until you're both practically tripping up the stairs.

You know you should acknowledge the feeling of shame that looms over you, but there's a thrum of excitement filling your senses. The thrill of entertaining such a heinous act drives you further into some sick type of high.

As you and Yunho are both hurrying to his room, you fail to see your boyfriend hovering close by the bottom of the stairwell. The drink he has is downed in one go before he's crushing the cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. There is a surge of alcohol and rage pumping through his blood as he begins to ascend the steps after you.

When you reach Yunho’s room, he leads you inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Although the room is pitch black it doesn’t stop how he clutches onto your waist and pushes you into the door as he begins to kiss you heavily.

There is no hesitance to claim your lips while his large hands are eager to explore the expanse of your scantily clad body. His touch is everywhere at once and you're breathless as he attacks your lips with fervor, drinking in your kisses whilst groaning breathlessly into your mouth.

It shouldn't feel so good to have him touching you, but each brush of his fingers feels electrifying on your skin, driving you more mad with each passing second.

All too soon he's pulling away from your mouth and backing up until you hear the click of him switching on the lamp nearby. A dull light floods the space, the interior of his room filling your vision. You’re momentarily distracted and briefly take a minute to examine the minute details of his living arrangements.

By the corner rests a black recliner and a shelf lined with family photos and awards from the numerous sports he’s played. Miscellaneous equipment and video games are scattered about the room amongst his various clothes. Everything looked pretty standard for a college guy like himself.

When he sees you're preoccupied taking in the sight of your surroundings, he uses the chance to shed his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs. Once done, he's quick to lay back on his mattress, which rests at the center of his room and he sits up against the pillows while motioning for you to come closer.

You don't move at first, eyes zeroing in on the man who lays before you. Despite the lamp’s dull luminance you can still make out the toned muscles that sculpt his lean figure. Beneath his abs, a faint trial of his hair disappears beneath the band of his undergarments. The shape of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear has you squirming in place.

“Princess, my eyes up here.” Immediately your head snaps up to meet his smug look, grin tugging at his lips. Even with the short garb on your body, you feel suddenly overdressed when you ogle his bare form.

He’s staring at you beneath his heavy lids, lust evident within his eyes. The effects of the marijuana still clouds his mind but he's never felt better.

“Strip for me.” The command rings in your ears, a low timber in his voice as his hand creeps over his present bulge. He’s no sooner palming himself, stroking himself through his underwear.

The sight has your mouth going dry, arousal encouraging your actions when you begin to sway your hips before him. You don't know if it's the intoxication or just the raw desire to fuck him that fuels your next actions. The sight of him spread out before you and stroking his cock certainly contributes to your newfound bravado.

You’re clumsily dancing and shimmying the dress off, your body rolling as the straps slide off your shoulders and droop down to reveal your bare breasts. When the fabric drops past your waist and to the floor, you clumsily kick the article aside and move toward the edge of the bed.

The lacy black underwear that previously taunted Yunho is now on full display as you begin to make your way onto the bed, both knees sinking into the mattress as you crawl toward him on all fours. He’s groaning as he watches your tantalizing prowl, squeezing himself hard through his delicates.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, your figure approaching closer until you hover before him, straddling his thighs.

Your mouths reconnect when you settle over him, letting your clothed mound rest on his lap before you begin to drag yourself against his length. The friction between your loins draws another noise from him as he's eagerly returning your kiss, tongue and teeth clashing with hunger.

His hands find purchase on your waist, sliding up your body and cupping your breasts as he begins to roll himself under you. As he carefully tweaks your nipples you whine into his mouth, each kiss growing more messy, your lips swollen as he devours you.

He doesn’t know if he can handle another second of being trapped beneath you as he rubs against you through the flimsy garments separating you. You feel so good and he's not even inside you yet.

The kiss is broken when he sinks further into his pillows, arching forward impatiently in a struggle to remove his underwear. Not wanting to laugh at his attempts, you lift yourself from him and help slide the offending article down his legs.

His erection springs free from its confines and your jaw goes slack when you finally take in the size of his cock. Seeing it under his boxers was one thing but this… The rumors definitely didn’t do him justice. Watching him twitch against his stomach with his precum pooling at the tip of his length makes you think you’ve never wanted to taste something as much as his dick.

When you look up to Yunho, he has his ever present shit eating grin. He knows you’re impressed and he revels in the attention, enjoying how your expression morphs from shock to pure desire.

Once you've recollected yourself he grasps the sides of your panties and tugs them impatiently. The position has you struggling to remove the lingerie but he opts to rip the fabric instead, tearing down the sides and tossing the remnants elsewhere as you’re left to gape at his hastiness.

“Those were my favori-” You struggle to verbalize your next words as a gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel his hand cupping your exposed sex.

“I was going to ruin them one way or another,” he says with a roll of his eyes as his fingers delicately run along the arousal that has collected between your folds. He experimentally rubs his thumb against your clit, watching as your body trembles from his featherweight touch.

“You’re already this wet for me? Naughty girl.”

“Shut up,” you murmur as you slap his hand away and situate yourself back on his lap, letting him feel your wetness against the length of his erection.

“Sorry, princess.” He throws his arms up in mock surrender but they're no sooner on your thighs as you both continue to hump against each other, the feeling of skin to skin unbearable as he bites back a moan.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” The tip of his cock brushes past your clit, easily sliding back and forth along your opening once you're rocking yourself faster atop him.

“You seem to like it,” he says with a knowing tone and he squeezes both your thighs, though he sounds just as breathless as he looks beneath you. His eyes are fluttering with each movement, chest rising as he tries to maintain his last ounce of self control.

He's been patient, allowing you to grind yourself on him, but he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and impale you on his cock, stretching you out so good that you can't think.

You're both gasping quietly against each other and it's only until you hear the door open that you're both scrambling for the sheets to cover yourselves.

“So, this is where you two went.” Seonghwa’s firm voice fills your ears, making your entire body freeze up as you come to a halt.

You've never heard him more angry and you're nervous to face him but you find yourself slowly twisting your head over your shoulder as you're met with his enraged glare.

Yunho stiffens beneath you and opens his mouth to speak but the other man holds up his palm to signal his silence. Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, not uttering a word as he takes a seat on the recliner that's situated in the corner.

The tension is thick but you can’t help the bewilderment showing on your expression as you watch him settle into the leather, spreading his legs wide while he dips his hand into his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account. Carry on.” There is a dangerous hint behind his tone and you can feel his anger radiating off him in waves but the thought of him watching as Yunho fucks you makes you even more turned on.

You’re unsure of what's going on anymore at this point, but even in your confusion you know you don't want to disobey Seonghwa. The guilt that you had been ignoring all night hits you tenfold, sitting present in your consciousness. Despite this, your arousal is obvious as your pussy grows messier, drooling on the cock beneath you. It's apparent to him as he twitches against your sex and he catches on quickly, though initially he seems just as shocked as you by Seonghwa’s admission.

It doesn't take a second longer for Yunho to recognize the look behind Seonghwa’s eyes and he has a twisted smirk pulling at his lips in realization. Before you can protest, he suddenly takes ahold of your hips and lifts you with ease before he's sliding you down the entirety of his length. Your walls drag past his cock, swallowing him whole as he fills you to the hilt.

The noise of surprise that escapes you rings high when you feel him stretching you apart. He’s much bigger than Seonghwa and you don't think you've ever felt so full in your life. If you weren't already so wet, you knew the stretch would sting much more than it did. You're so clouded with pleasure that the pain is barely present.

“You like watching your girl get fucked by someone else, Hwa?” He taunts your boyfriend, snide in his tone as he ruts himself up into you. You whine loudly.

The man in question only responds with a grunt, his eyes trained on the view of your pussy swallowing his huge cock. Seonghwa squeezes himself harder and begins to pump into his hand, gritting his teeth.

“You're both so fucking nasty. You love this, don’t you?” Even as Yunho sneers, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips.

“Look how well she takes me, Hwa. You like seeing her little cunt stretched out by another man’s dick?” This time Seonghwa moans in response. His jeans have been kicked aside and he's left in his shirt, jerking himself in his palm as he watches you both through his hazy eyes.

With your head overlooking your shoulder, you still don't entirely know what's happening, but the sight of your boyfriend fucking his hand makes you overwhelmed with the need to press on. Knowing you're both getting off as he watches you get plowed has your stomach churning with some sick sense of pleasure.

Suddenly you feel Yunho’s hand cupping your chin, forcing your eyes away from Seonghwa. As you both stare at each other, you’re readily bouncing yourself on his lap, sinking deeper onto his cock with your every movement. You’re greedy to have him inside you, enjoying how each thrust has him filling your pussy so well.

There’s a sound of clattering from the other side of the room and you want to turn your head, but the hand gripping your chin is firm. Seeing his eyes flicker behind you makes your curiosity grow, but when you feel a hot breath against the back of your neck you now know that Seonghwa has joined you on the bed.

His presence has the man beneath you waning his pace, his hips working in a slow and sensual grind. As he hovers behind you his nose runs along your nape where his lips latch down on your skin. His teeth drag against your shoulder and you're whining quietly when he bites down particularly hard.

“Did you miss me so bad that you had to cheat me on with my own teammate?” Seonghwa is speaking against your skin, but he doesn't stop nipping at you, sucking harshly until you begin to bruise beneath his lips. You don't know how to respond, your body trembling as he continues to press at you.

“You think you can just fuck Yunho and get away with it?” Shaking your head, you let out a meek ‘no’ as his fingers tangle within your hair.

“Get up.” Seonghwa has never spoken to you with a tone like this before. It fills you with apprehension but your body is still thrumming with arousal and you're quick to follow his instructions, whimpering when you slide off of Yunho’s lap.

Yunho wishes to pull you back onto him but he hesitates, deciding he wants to watch how the scene unfolds. Even then, his cock continues to throbs as he takes note of how an intensity is overtaking the normally sweet and kind Seonghwa.

Your boyfriend leads you by your hair, ignoring you as you whimper out in a pained protest. You’re forced onto your hands and knees, your head hovering between the apex of his legs as he presses his hard cock against your mouth.

“You're going to let me use your mouth like the disgusting whore that you are, got it?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, nodding as your tongue darts out to taste the head to his dick. It's been so long since you've had him, you're desperate for his cock. He scoffs at your eagerness.

Seonghwa grasps his length, smearing his precum against your mouth as he uses his free hand to motion the other man forward. Yunho is no sooner scrambling toward you both, pupils blown wide with anticipation as he awaits further instruction.

“Go ahead.”

His words are all that Yunho needs to hear. Holding your hips once again he grabs you from behind and he begins to sheath his cock back within the slick warmth of your hole, relishing in how tightly your walls surround him. You both moan loudly. At the same time Seonghwa slides himself past your lips, the hand within your locks tightening their hold when he eases himself into your throat.

Your eyes flit up to watch him as his lips are pulled back in a displeased scowl. You've never seen him so upset and it makes you remorseful knowing you're the cause of his distress but at the same time he’s never looked so sexy glaring down at you.

He catches your stare but continues to frown even as his cock twitches in your mouth. His fingers fist at your tresses, guiding you further down his shaft until your nose is flush to his pelvic bone.

You're breathing heavily through your nostrils as you continue to look at each other, your eyes watering with tears. He doesn't move, but instead allows Yunho to bury into you. The snap of his hips against your backside causes your body to jerk forward, forcing Seonghwa’s tip to hit the back of your throat. He’s groaning when you gag against him, the action clearly catching you in surprise.

“Such a needy slut. Just one dick wasn't enough for you, huh?” You whine against him, drooling over his length as Yunho sets the tempo for how fast your head is bobbing along his cock. He’s pounding into you harder, enjoying the sight of you struggling to suck the other off while he's working open your tight pussy.

“You should lighten up, Hwa,” he says between thrusts as he reaches out with one arm to grab the older man.

“Are you serious? What the hell does that mean?” Seonghwa’s fingers slacken as he peers over at the goalie, his dick pulsing in your mouth while he’s watching you get fucked.

You're thankful for the moment of reprise but your eyes go wide as you watch Yunho hover above you, grabbing Seonghwa by his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

You gurgle on Seonghwa’s cock at the sight, your pussy clenching down tightly as the two begin to make out before you. To say your boyfriend is shocked is an understatement, but he’s quick to indulge in the kiss, clearly as aroused as you are.

Yunho has some type of unexplainable charm to him. Whatever he's doing, it clearly affects Seonghwa just as much as it does you.

Their mouths are locked together, wet kisses amidst their tongues intertwining as you feel Yunho begin to rock his hips again. The movement has all three of you moaning and encourages you to begin sucking harder on the cock inside your mouth.

There is saliva coating your lips as you're bobbing your head down the length of Seonghwa’s erection, more drool dripping down your chin while you're sloppily getting your face fucked.

When Yunho breaks the kiss there is a line of spit stretching between them as they're both panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths. The taller of the two ushers the hand away from your locks, taking a hold of your hair before he’s tugging your head back as he withdraws slowly, pulling himself completely out of you.

Seonghwa’s dick pops out from your mouth when you’re yanked back and he’s left staring at your desperate form below him, your body wiggling with need at the loss of Yunho.

“Take this as a lesson, Hwa. You’re in a win-win situation, no?” Even as Yunho says this, the other’s expression twists between a flurry of emotions. The confusion is written all over his face, but something seems to click in his brain as he watches Yunho slam into your squelching hole with a single powerful motion.

Seonghwa feels humiliated as he watches his lover enjoy another man’s cock so readily yet his own arousal throbs with need when Yunho continues to coax him. He can’t help the hand that slips between his thighs, palming his aching length again as the goalie continues to ravage your body before him.

When Yunho’s fingers tangle within your tresses he cannot deny how much he’s enjoying the way your back arches as he begins to pound himself into you relentlessly, his pace steady and calculated. Despite the sting of your scalp and how the position aches on your back, your cries are immediately filling the room, loud and pitchy.

“You see, Seonghwa. This,” he grunts and thrusts heavily as he’s plowing into your cunt, enjoying how you clench around him so greedily, “— is how you should be fucking her.”

Your boyfriend is fisting his cock harder, biting his lower lip as he stares down at you. You’re barely meeting his gaze, tears lining your eyes as you whimper and moan. Each movement of the man behind you has you lurching forward, your torso threatening to sink forward if not for the constraint on your hair.

Looking to Seonghwa seems impossible as your eyes roll back into your head, so consumed with pleasure that you can hardly think properly. The guilt that previously haunted you is already dissipating with every sinful plunge of Yunho’s hips.

“Does Seonghwa fuck you like this, princess?” He jerks at your hair again, a guttural noise spilling from him when he feels how you constrict around his girth.

“Answer me, naughty girl. Does his cock feel as good as mine?” He stills his movements and his eyes are lighting with amusement as he watches you twist in place, writhing around for his cock.

“No, damn it! Fuck me, p-please, Yunho!” You practically shout, overcome with need as you’re whining and clutching at the bedsheets, rutting back against his pelvis. He’s ecstatic to hear your begging and he resumes his pace, watching as you immediately fall into a state of euphoria and begin garbling a string of unintelligible noises.

“Such a cock hungry girl. Don’t you enjoy seeing her like this?”

“Y…Yeah,” The older of the two manages to sputter out his reply between his breathy groans, his eyes glazing over. He’s clutching the entirety of his dick, tip leaking at the display of your ruined and blissful state before him.

“How about I give you a taste?”

“Huh?” Seonghwa’s brain short circuits at the suggestion and he glimpses up to meet Yunho’s darkening stare. The look the taller man gives him has him swallowing thickly, his eyes flickering down to watch as he slides his cock out of your fluttering hole.

“A taste,” the goalie repeats as he holds his length up, the dim lighting reflecting the trail of your juices that glisten along his shaft. Seonghwa hesitates at first but finds himself nodding.

You want to complain when Yunho withdraws from you again, but you have no time to as he's hoisting you up right into a kneeling position. The fogginess of the pleasure begins to clear from your mind though you can still feel yourself clenching around nothing as the heat within you simmers to a pulse between your legs.

Like you, Seonghwa is eagerly anticipating Yunho's next actions, unsure of what to expect. He’s thrilled at the prospect of having his turn with the larger man, his body alight in flames. The anger has seemingly diminished from him, only a hot wave of lust coursing through his veins.

The effects of the alcohol is still present in his body, but he knows he's not delirious when he realizes just how delighted he seems at the idea of tasting Yunho’s big cock. He doesn't know if he can blame you anymore when he seems just as excited to submit to the other.

Yunho is maneuvering off the mattress, walking around to the front until he's facing you both. He motions for you to scoot back and you do so obediently, eyes wide as you await for what's to come.

“Turn around, Seonghwa.” As swift as he can, he practically gets tangled in the bed sheets when he turns his back to the goalie. The action has him locking eyes with you, face burning up when he suddenly begins to feel shy about the notion of you witnessing his submissiveness.

“Good boy. Now lay back for me.” Seonghwa shivers at the compliment, his cock twitching against his thigh as he falls back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. It's in this position that he realizes what's about to happen, though he’s not sure if he's prepared. It didn’t make him any less excited though.

“Think you can take my cock?” Simultaneously the blood rushes to his head and his erection at the question. He nods eagerly and wets his lips, mouth dropping open. He’s never done something like this before yet he’s too thrilled to pass up the opportunity.

Yunho steps forward and presses the tip of his cock against the man’s lips, humming appreciatively as his tongue darts out to circle around the tip.

“Your boyfriend is so hungry for my dick. Doesn’t he look cute? So needy.” You squeeze your thighs together and moan, the sight of the two men shooting straight to your core in a rush of wetness.

“So pretty, Hwa…” You join in the praises as Yunho tenderly strokes along your lover's jaw, thumb grazing his lower lip before he’s sliding the first few inches of his length into Seonghwa's mouth.

The praise shoots straight to Seonghwa’s loins, his dick pulsing with arousal as he’s taking the cock further down his throat. He’s compliant and docile as Yunho eases deeper, his eyes trained on the sight of his dick bulging from the other’s throat.

“So good,” Yunho groans quietly and clasps his palm around your lover’s neck, wanting to feel his own outline stretching his throat. Your mouth waters at the sight, not wanting to be left out while you’re watching Yunho slowly fuck himself into your boyfriend’s mouth. The scene before you has you dripping with desire.

“C-Can I?” A single nod from Yunho is all you need and you’re no sooner clambering toward Seonghwa. In his position the man doesn’t notice your movement as he’s so focused trying to hollow his cheeks around Yunho’s cock.

When he feels the familiar weight of your body settling on top of him, he starts to gag when you suddenly sink down on his erection, clearly catching him off guard. Yunho’s length slips from his mouth in the process and he’s sputtering quietly, trying to regain his bearings.

You’re straddling your boyfriend and dropping onto his lap, his cock getting swallowed by the warmth of your hungry walls. Seeing how he jerks up beneath you it spurs you to bounce harder on his dick, letting him stuff you full.

“Missed your cock, Hwa…” He moans at your words and flutters his eyes, his jaw slack as he feels Yunho sliding himself back into his mouth. Seonghwa is so overcome with pleasure, his body blazing with lust that he can barely process what’s happening to him. He’s never felt bliss like this before — having his lover fuck herself onto him as his mouth is being used.

Seonghwa looks so fucked out as he’s splayed across the mattress, his hair messy and his body sheen with his sweat while you’re both stimulating him. Yunho welcomes the display wholeheartedly, grinding himself into the other’s face, groaning as saliva and drool coats his cock.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Hwa? You like when I fuck your mouth? You miss her pussy around your cock?” A garbled noise comes from the man, his throat tightening as his hips buck up in response. You feel his cock pulsing within you with each sinful word that leaves Yunho’s mouth. You know he’s close but you’ve yet to scratch the surface of your orgasm as you begin to rock yourself faster on his lap.

Quickening your pace you slip your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub your clit as you’re bouncing yourself on Seonghwa’s cock, each movement dragging him back within your sopping core. The man beneath you is trying to meet your thrusts, his hands falling over your thighs and gripping tight as he begins chasing his climax.

Seonghwa’s eyes are screwed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and he’s letting out choked and muffled noises of pleasure. The need to cum is urgent and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his length has him realizing just how much he misses your tight little pussy.

He no longer focuses on sucking Yunho’s cock, simply allowing the other to abuse his throat as he fucks himself into your cunt. The drool that dribbles down his face is evidence of Yunho’s own pace growing sloppy, his release not far behind.

“Come for me, baby,” you gasp to him, your back arching as you feel the heat of your orgasm stirring in your belly. You’re leaning forward against his torso, your chest flush to his as you’re lifting your ass and slamming it back onto his lap repeatedly. The sound of your skin slapping resonates throughout the room, pace increasing with a hurried need as you’re moaning into his neck.

Feeling a similar air of impatience, Yunho holds Seonghwa by his hair and pulls himself back before he’s thrusting forward powerfully. The single motion of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat causes the male to gurgle in discomfort but the goalie doesn’t pull away and he groans deeply, his cock spasming in the other’s mouth until he’s spurting his thick and milky seeds down Seonghwa’s throat.

At the same time, your lover feels how your hole clenches and gushes around his cock. The needy pace you’re rocking against him has his length throbbing within you. Your actions combined with the lack of air in his lungs and the impact of Yunho’s thrusts into his mouth has his vision going spotty. His thighs shake and he’s seeing white as he orgasms hard and abruptly, his load filling your cunt with rope after rope of his hot release.

As he’s climaxing, he’s struggling to swallow the cum in his mouth, most of it spilling out past his lips and dripping down his nose and down his cheeks. When Yunho finally pulls away, Seonghwa is coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his breath. The high of his orgasm is still clouding his mind even as he’s left a panting mess.

On top of him, you’re still desperately trying to chase your own crescendo as you work yourself feverishly on his lap. Your fingers are slick and slippery with your arousal, gliding over your clit over and over as your cunt begins to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock.

You’re both still moaning and you’re riding out his orgasm, your own looming closely. Yunho is stroking Seonghwa’s cheek, moving away the strands of hair that stick to his sweat laden face. He has already recovered from his own climax and leans down to purr encouragingly into Seonghwa’s ear.

“Such a good boy. Make our princess cum, hm?”

Seonghwa keens at the other’s words and snaps his hips upward, driving himself into you with the last semblance of his strength. Your eyes are blearily focusing below you, taking in the view of your sweaty and fucked out boyfriend who’s so determined to make you come.

Similarly the sight of Yunho hovering before your lover with his cum painted on Seonghwa’s face has you shaking with arousal, your thighs quivering when you feel yourself coming undone on your boyfriend’s cock. With a final slide of your digits past your swollen nub, you peak into your orgasm, his slowed thrusts combined with your sloppy movements sending you over the edge.

Your hole squeezes around his cock and your juices mix in with his release as you finally climax. He can barely take the overstimulation as you clench around him a final time, your bodies coming to a still. Even after you’re past your high, he can still feel the after effects that are evident from your fluttering walls.

Once you’re finished, you tiredly slump against his torso, your skin sticking together from the perspiration that covers both your bodies. You’re too worn out to move, simply resting against your lover’s chest as you both breathe quietly. The fatigue overtakes you before you know it and your eyes are falling shut before you can stop yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes before you awake but someone has helped you clean up and you now lay cozily beneath Yunho’s blankets. Between a series of blinking and yawning, you groggily note that Seonghwa lays beside you peacefully, his eyes widening with joy as he’s watching you come to.

“Hey, sleepy girl.”

There’s a pregnant pause and you try to recollect your thoughts, trying to recall all that has happened up to this moment. Dread and realization falls over you immediately and you’re shooting up, blanket slipping off you. With your back straight, you hastily try to get up from the bed as a feeling of panic floods you.

You fucked up, you fucked up. You royally fucked up!

“Woah, woah. Slow down, babe.” Your boyfriend coos softly and tries to work you down, pushing you back against the mattress and rubbing your shoulders in slow and soothing motions.

“How are you being so calm? I literally just cheated on you!”

Seonghwa scratches the back of his head nervously and looks away for a moment before he grasps both of your hands, squeezing them in his palms.

“Listen, uh… I gave it some thought and I think Yunho is right.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh?”

As if on cue Yunho steps into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while he’s drying his hair with another. He blinks in surprise at you both but smiles nonetheless, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“Oh good! You’re awake, princess.”

“What the hell is going on?” You look between the pair in confusion.

“Long story short, I know I’ve been a bad boyfriend but I think Yunho can help us work through some of that. I mean… if you’re down, of course.”

“I-I… I mean. What? Are you sure? Yeah, I-I think I am down.” They chuckle at your rambling.

Despite all that has happened, you never expected this type of proposal from Seonghwa. You honestly thought you would wake up to the shit show of him dumping you after you all sobered up.

Yunho somehow worked his magic on the both of you and to your benefit as well. Even with your circumstances, you can’t deny the idea of it all excites you. You just knew that Mingi would have a field day after he found out.

“I’m still mad at you though. You could have just talked to me,” he tuts at you, shaking his head slightly.

“I tried, Hwa! You were always too busy!”

“You’re right and I’m sorry. That was definitely my bad but it’s alright, babe. I’ll make sure we make it up to each other. Plus we have Yunho now.” A tremble of excitement runs down your spine at the mention of your new partner.

Seonghwa has an adoring look in his eyes, though there is a dangerous intent behind his smile as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek.

“I know you won’t betray me again though. We’ll make sure of it.”

His words have you nervous and aroused, rubbing your thighs together as you feel a heat pooling in your lower belly.

Beside you Yunho sports his own wolfish grin when he meets your stare, placing his hand over your thigh and rubbing circles close to your sex. “Hwa is kind of scary when he’s mad, huh? Don’t worry though, princess. When he’s begging for my cock, you can help me make sure he’s the one being a good boy.”

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spooky-holtz · 5 months

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Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

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A/N: This is my first time actually posting something I've written, please be nice :) I also don't know how to end things but this entire thing is a start I guess idk

There is no doubt in your mind that Sundays are easily the best day of the week. They are a moment of peace and a reprieve from the hectic nature of the school year. Abbott never gives you chance to breathe, with there always being some issue to fix - though it’s usually because of Ava or Janine’s ‘helpful’ antics.

Not only do they offer you a respite from an otherwise perfect work environment; they also give you a chance to spend some time with a certain red-headed co-worker.

Juggling work with a relationship is never an easy task yet somehow you and Melissa have managed it for close to two years, both of you learning to intertwine your work and personal lives seamlessly. Spending lunchtime chatting with Barb helps, usually with the redhead’s arm resting on the back of your chair as you eat last night's leftovers over conversations about the older woman’s latest Janine-shaped qualm. Mel even manages to convince Ava to group your classes together during field trips to various museums throughout the school year, just so she can see your eyes light up as you guide the kids toward a new fossil - well, as new as something that’s been underground for millions of years can get.

As enjoyable as all this is, your Sundays give you a chance to spend time doing absolutely nothing with Melissa. Days usually begin wrapped in a duvet until neither of you can stand the heat of the confined space any longer, or until she turns on the Schemmenti charm and bats her eyelashes at you before asking you to make coffees, knowing you would simply never say no to her. Today starts a little differently, though.

The coldness of the sheets wrapped around you doesn’t go unnoticed, and neither does the lack of body heat that is usually pressed against your back and wrapped around you. Before you can even wake, you’re frowning at the loss of warmth that constantly accompanies the redhead. You begrudgingly open your eyes, blearily searching for Melissa who at the very least you expect to be resting against the headboard, cat-eye glasses propped on her face as she reads a terrible romance novel. Instead, you’re greeted with a crumpled pillow and cold sheets.

The sight of the empty bed makes you huff, disappointed that she wouldn’t stick around to say good morning. You roll over, wrapping the cool sheets even tighter around your bare torso and grumbling under your breath about the harsh change in temperature that this time of year always brings, before the faint sound of music causes your ears to perk up. It’s too far away to make out properly but there’s only one person that can be the cause of it.

Deciding that you’ve been away from Melissa for far too long, though in reality it’s probably only been half an hour since she woke up herself, you swing your feet off the edge of the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor. Spying an old Phillies sweatshirt with cracked red print that you had commandeered from the redhead a long time ago laying on the floor in front of the dresser after last night’s activities, you decide that it would provide sufficient coverage for your journey into the rest of your home. It is only you two here, after all.

Cautiously, you make your way across the corridor to the stairway, quietly padding your way down as the music becomes louder and the smell of breakfast envelops your senses. The tune is much easier to make out as you round the corner and lean against the kitchen doorframe, Melissa not noticing as she fusses with ingredients on the stovetop that you can’t see, her back turned as she softly sings along to the track playing from the radio that resides on the sunny window ledge.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate,” she softly sings, almost subconsciously as she carries on with the task at hand. You shake your head and let out a slight chuckle at the sight, one that she doesn’t hear over the radio. She continues her singing, hips swaying slightly to the relaxed beat.

Swiftly but silently, you make your way across the kitchen to where she stands and wrap your arms around her. She tenses slightly, her breath catching in her throat at the surprise intrusion. As soon as it happens, she relaxes back into you, continuing to prepare breakfast.

“Who would have thought the Melissa Schemmenti was a Swiftie?” you ask lowly into her ear.

It’s not as if her soft spot for pop music is a secret to you. After a night on the town with Jacob and Janine during spring break you had returned home to find the redhead fast asleep curled up on the sofa, a half-full bottle of rosé forgotten about on the coffee table as Harry Styles crooned at her from the radio that hasn’t moved from the countertop. The same radio that is currently playing Taylor Swift.

“You realize I don’t really have a choice in that, right?” You can almost hear the smirk in her voice, the quirk of her eyebrow that appears so regularly you’re surprised it isn’t a permanent feature that’s etched on her face. “You listen to literally nothing else.”

You gasp, feigning offence at the comment. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Look, if we’re going to see her in concert then I wanna be prepared,” she says matter-of-factly gesturing wildly with the spatula that she holds in her hand, almost as if it backs up her frantic justification. “I’m not gonna half-ass it like most of the boyfriends in that crowd, I’m going to make sure I know all the words, so my girl doesn’t have to worry about whether I’m enjoying myself or not.”

Her words immediately cause a pink hue to spread across your cheeks, her casual thoughtfulness never going unnoticed. Suddenly embarrassed, you move your head to press against the exposed skin between her neck and shoulder. You’re pretty sure she can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, even if she can’t see it.

“I still can’t believe you’re going for me.” You mumble against the skin of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin.

She relishes in the contact for a brief moment before she registers your words and spins to face you, the pan and its contents that sit on the stove pushed to the side, forgotten.

“Well yeah, of course I’m going to go with you. You love her and I love you. Simple”

You pause.

“Really? Because if you didn’t want to go you know I could always just take Janine or Jaco-“

Your rambling is cut off by a soft pair of lips pressing against yours, immediately stopping the tirade of second-guessing.

She tastes like coffee, the remnants of which sit at the bottom of a mug on the counter that’s adorned by faded images of the two of you over the last 3 years that you’ve known each other. The item was a gift from Barb, given to Melissa as part of her birthday celebrations this year. It serves as a reminder of just how long the two of you pined over each other before letting your true feelings be known.

Barb took great pride in presenting the mug to Melissa, with an equal amount going toward the fact that all but one of the images that are printed on the side were taken secretly by the older woman, candid moments of your relationship through the years.

“I think you’ll find that you weren’t even together in half of them,” she had said, as soon as she had seen Mel’s eyes soften at the sight she held in her hands. “I just knew I had to take pictures when I would see you two together. You would definitely want to see them when you finally plucked up the courage to tell the damn girl how you felt.”

“Where did you just go?” Melissa asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. She’s looking up at you slightly through her eyelashes and the sight makes your heart skip in your chest.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” you reply, honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that would learn the words to an entire concert setlist just for me.”

“Of course I would,” she says, leaning in again. “Because,” kiss. “I love you,” kiss. “And besides,” she shrugs slightly, “it’s not as if I didn’t know most of them in the first place. I couldn’t have you thinking I was getting too soft now, could I?”

Your jaw drops at the statement.

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti!” You gasp, “Are you seriously telling me you’ve been a closeted Taylor Swift fan this entire time and you were going to let me think you weren’t?!”

“What do you think I am, an idiot?” She breaks into a grin, her eyes crinkling. “The woman is a musical genius. You should be more shocked that I apparently didn’t like her after that whole Harry Styles debacle.”

Your jaw is still ajar, quite simply unable to recover from this revelation. You go to move away from the redhead as the song changes on the stereo but her deceivingly strong arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to her than you were before.

“Dance with me?” She asks, looking up through her eyelashes again. Her voice has taken on an almost nervous tone that you rarely get to hear from her.

Those three words soften your rigid exterior as she looks up expectantly, almost hesitantly, as she waits for your response.

“As if I could ever say no to you.”

She visibly relaxes at your statement, her left hand moving further down your lower back to rest against your waist. You snake one hand up the silk of her floral dressing gown to rest on her shoulder whilst the other subconsciously finds its way into hers, fingers intertwining seamlessly. This is a position you often find yourselves in, always finding something to dance together to as a meal cooks, or a fresh pot of coffee brews, or simply as a way to enjoy the others' company.

Your bodies press flush against each other and you’re finally able to relish in the warmth that she carries. A warmth that you so desperately missed this morning. Your head leans back slightly so you can look at her face properly for the first time since you woke.

This is your favorite version of Melissa and is by far the most beautiful. Yes, she looks incredible when her eyes are lined by sharp black eyeliner or her lips shine with recently applied sparkly pink gloss, but this natural state with soft eyes and a dusting of freckles that line the bridge of her nose makes your heart leap in your chest. Not many people get to see this version of her, but you feel privileged to be among the extremely lucky few.

Her fiery hair is pulled up into a messy bun in an attempt to tame the tangled mess she finds herself in every single morning. It was clearly a hasty choice made when she woke herself, so much so that she missed a chunk and a copper strand falls down her back, completely unnoticed.

“Do you know how pretty you are?” You ask.

She scoffs. “As if-“she begins before her protest is abruptly cut off by your own.

“Nope, I’m not listening,” you say, leaning your head back away from her in a bid to cement your point. “You’re absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world and I won’t hear any different, so stop that right now.”

She chooses not to fight this battle that she will clearly lose, for once going against all her instincts. When you look back at her, her eyes are glistening, shining like they’re made of glass. You take the opportunity to place your lips to her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple in a silent ‘I love you’. Meeting her eyes again, you can see the faint pink hue that dusts her cheeks.

“You’re blushing, you know.” You tease lightly.

She laughs, almost in disbelief. “Yeah well, pretty girls tend to have that effect on me.” Her eyes crinkle again as she grins, her expression only growing wider as you throw your head back in laughter. Her hand on your waist moves to your lower back, pressing to keep the two of you from toppling over as you laugh together.

When you bring your head back to her level, beaming in her direction at her constant ability to turn the Schemmenti charm on seemingly out of nowhere. Your grip on her tightens, the hand that was conjoined with her own snaking it’s way inside her robe and under the loose tie to rest on her hip, rubbing the pale skin there with your thumb.

Her own hand moves to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, it having fell during the moment of pure joy and laughter you shared. As her hand pulls away, she moves it to brush against your jaw, caressing the skin as her light eyes gaze lovingly into yours. This entire scene feels like something that’s been ripped straight out of a rom com, but there is simply no other person you would rather share these lulls with. Almost as if she’s reading your mind, Melissa breathes a quiet “I love you,” before resting her own forehead against yours.

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Selfie partner (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got a request recently to do an imagine where Rúben and the protagonist meet, rather than the couple dynamics I’m usually requested. And I don’t even know if I’ve ever done this in imagine format before, how crazy is that? Then I realized I had this little idea outlined and it worked well for the request so hopefully you enjoy reading something cute this Sunday! ❤️**

Word count: 2033

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“Alright. Like this…no, the shirt looks bad. Maybe this way…”, Rúben’s attempts at modelling while on the lift were interrupted by the doors opening on the 8th floor.

“Good morning”, you said, holding a laugh after finding one of your neighbours doing a photoshoot there at 8 am. Not what you expected.

“Morning”, he said, slightly embarrassed by being caught.

When you reached the ground floor, you said goodbye and left. He stayed on the lift to go one floor lower to find his car, but you were taking the bus. And all the way to work, you kept thinking about that funny moment. And about how cute the guy from the lift was. No wonder he was taking photos of himself everywhere. All guys who looked like him probably did the same.

“Sorry”, you said when you couldn’t help but laugh.

The next day, you thought about leaving in the morning ten minutes earlier than usual so you could grab a cup of coffee on the way to work. Tea wasn’t enough after staying up late to grade exams. And Rúben…well, he wanted to avoid being embarrassed again so he also left ten minutes earlier so he could get the stupid selfies done. He actually liked the shirt he was wearing that day better so it all worked out perfectly…until the doors opened on the 8th floor again and you caught him taking more photos.

“It’s ok. I just…I have to do this because of my management. I don’t just take photos all the time”.

“Management? Are you a model?”, you could believe that. But also couldn’t believe your luck of living in the same building as a model. Were there more? You were just wondering.

“No, I’m a footballer”.

You cocked your head to the side, confused. “I didn’t know that was part of the job”.

“Yeah…”.

"You don't have to make up jobs, really. It's ok to feel cute and want to take a photo of yourself. I'm not judging".

And now you didn't believe him…

"Look", he said, showing you his Instagram profile and then laughing seeing your shocked face. "You really didn't believe me then".

"Well, men lie all the time to impress girls", you said, shrugging and making him chuckle. "I imagine many pretend to be footballers often".

"Probably, yeah".

When you reached your floor, you left again after wishing him a good day and once you were gone, Rúben realised he didn't even ask your name. Too busy trying to justify his lift antics.

But it turned out he didn't need to ask it because you couldn't help going back to his profile while bored on the bus. He was a legit footballer but also…yes, there were all the photos he had to take because of his management. Or so he said.

He had more than 2 million followers so he wouldn't notice one new follower, right? But he did, of course. Rúben was just checking his notifications when he saw a face that looked familiar. And after clicking on the profile, he saw that it belonged to his neighbour that kept interrupting his photoshoots in the morning. It was a private account, should he request to follow you? Sure, he had nothing to lose, did he? Worst case scenario, he'd have to start walking down the stairs. He could always use the exercise.

After accepting his request, you hoped to find him in the lift the following day but…he wasn't there. Of course, three days in a row would be too much of a coincidence but you couldn't lie and say you weren't at least a bit disappointed.

And so was Rúben. He almost thought about talking to you on Instagram but that would have been too much, right? You barely knew each other. He did check your account to see if you had posted something about that day. Maybe it was your day off? It said on your profile that you were a professor but he wasn’t sure what your work schedule would look like.

When you got back home, you were so exhausted. But when the doors to the lift opened, you saw Rúben there and couldn't help but smile.

"Hi, mister footballer".

"Hello, professor. We see each other on the way back from work today then".

"Gotta spice it up a bit, I guess".

"8th floor, right?”, he asked, ready to press the button and you nodded. "I'm on the 12th".

Why was he telling you that?

There was silence after that. You didn't know each other after all but you both wanted to talk and didn't know what to say.

When you reached your floor, the doors opened and you stepped out after saying goodbye to Rúben. But instead of hearing the doors closing, you heard them open again and saw him leave the lift.

"What…".

"Do you wanna do something together? Like…go for a drink or food or I don't know…".

"I would love that", you said, happy he took the initiative. "I was planning on going for a picnic tomorrow by myself. I wouldn't mind the company".

"That's a great idea. I have training in the morning but then I'm free all day".

"Well, you know where to find me", you said, pointing at your door and making him chuckle. "Pick me up at noon?"

"I'll be there".

Saturdays were the days you took off completely unless something came up. And you loved going out to have some food somewhere, either by yourself or with some friends. Since the weather was good for once, you knew you wanted to take that chance to go to the park and enjoy the sun. And now you had a companion for your little picnic.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you liked what you saw. Your outfit was cute but nothing that screamed “I’m going on a date”. Even if you guessed, and hoped, this was a date.

You were putting your hair up in a loose ponytail when the doorbell rang and you walked to open the door and found Rúben there. Well…he really put a lot of effort into his outfit, making you feel insecure all of a sudden.

“I need to get changed”, you said, making him frown.

“Why? You look good”.

“But you look better. I didn’t know we had to dress up so much for a picnic”.

He laughed and shook his head. “Remember I’m the one who takes selfies on the lift, so obviously I’ll try harder. But really, you look great so let’s go”.

This time you both were going to the same floor and soon you were out of the building on your way to the park you had chosen for the picnic.

“I hope you like the food. It’s healthy…for the most part”.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine but tell me what you have on that basket. I’m curious”.

“Oh, you know. The typical things…I got some sandwiches, summer rolls, some pasta salad, lots of fruit and some chocolate snacks. And juice and water”.

“Perfect!”

The park was obviously very busy on such a sunny day, but you found a nice little spot without too many people around. Placing the blanket on the grass, you got comfortable and started to take out the food so you could start eating.

“I’m starving. I didn’t eat after training”.

“Help yourself, then”, you laughed.

“Why don’t you tell me more about you? I only know you’re a professor and that you’re my neighbour”, he paused after trying some of the pasta salad. “And you’re pretty good at cooking too. Good qualities to have”.

“Thank you. I do know a bit about you…I googled you. Don’t judge”.

He smiled at you, trying not to laugh since his mouth was full of food.

And so you told him more about you. Where you were from, what you taught in University, why you had moved to Manchester, …

“And I’m guessing you're single”.

“You’re guessing right, mister Dias. I hope you’re single too. I don’t want to be fighting angry girlfriends”.

“Didn’t you find your answer to that on your Google search?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh, I found a lot about your love life on my Google search. Hard to know how much I should believe, though”.

“Only believe the good. Always”, he laughed. And his laugh was so nice to hear that it always made you smile. “But yes, I’m single”.

“So the selfies weren’t for the posts your management wants you to do then. They were for Tinder. It all makes sense now”.

He snorted. “Will you help me choose the one that’ll attract all the pretty ladies? If you like them, then we know they’ll work”.

“I could help you take them too. Maybe we can add some shirtless photos too. You seem to like posting those and…well, I guess they are alright to look at”.

“Already asking me to take my clothes off. Wow! You move fast”.

“Sometimes”.

Anyone who saw you there would have known you two were flirting. The looks on your faces said it all. The smiles, the cheeky looks or the slight blush on both of your faces, but mostly on yours.

“Should we take a little walk around the park now we’re done eating?”

“Sure”, you agreed and with his help, you quickly tidied up and got up to go for that walk.

Rúben took the basket from your hands so he could hold it.

“Not as gentleman-like as you think because it weighs a lot less now, you know?”, you teased.

“Did I just lose points because of that?”

“One or two, yes. You should do something to get them back”.

“Like what?”

“Well, there are a few options. You could buy me an ice cream, you could carry me home later if my shoes hurt my feet or…you could give me a kiss? Your choice, really. Just offering some options”.

“Hmmm”, he pretended to think while turning to face you. “Ice cream sounds like the best option but I don’t see any places where we could buy it and those shoes actually look very comfy so I guess I’ll have to kiss you”.

“Poor you, it’s a big sacrifice but the points…”.

He interrupted you by placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, which made you laugh.

“That’s only half a point”.

“I have to do better then”.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and soon your arms were around his neck to help you kiss him better. One of his hands went to your waist while the other kept holding the basket until he got tired of not being able to hold you properly and dropped it, breaking your kiss for a second so you could laugh. And then you kissed again. Who cared about an old basket anyway?

“How many points was that?”

“Maybe…four? I don’t want you to get too comfortable by giving you too many”.

“Good…I love a challenge”.

After that picnic date, there had been a few more. And now you texted each other every morning to know when to go to the lift and spend some minutes together before you both headed to work.

“You know”, you said one morning in between kisses. “We could take some selfies together. Not for your Instagram but for fun. It’s what made us talk to each other in the first place. It’d be cute”.

“Let’s do it”.

And when you were in the middle of taking another photo, the door opened on the 3rd floor and a neighbour looked at you with his eyebrows raised seeing the scene in front of him.

“I could wait if you’re busy…”.

“It’s ok”, you said, trying not to laugh. “We’re done. It’s for his Instagram. Not a model, just a footballer. This is part of the job apparently. Weird, I know”.

The neighbour kept looking at you two funny while Rúben pinched your arm and made you want to laugh even harder.

Minutes later, you were on the bus scrolling on social media when you got a notification for your Instagram that made you smile.

Rubendias

Finally found a selfie partner 📷

#ruben dias #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

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sentientgolfball · 4 months

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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 3

For this week I mostly did first ritual but there's a little hint of lazy Sunday in there

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 2008

Pairing: Mistshine

Tags: hurt/comfort, Sunny has self-esteem issues, Sunny has lots of feelings about tour

Summary: Sunny is bored out of her mind when the clips of the first ritual begin to blow up her phone

It had been a normal Sunday for Sunshine. She woke up way earlier than she intended to, but to be fair since the pack has been gone she hasn’t been sleeping well. She tried to spend as much time with Aether as she could in the evenings, but with his new assignment to head the nursery on top of his usual duties in the infirmary with Omega, it was difficult. However, she was able to share breakfast with him this morning before he had to leave. Now she sits alone in the den, lying upside down on the couch while a movie plays.

Even though Sunday meant she had the day off from her duties it was her least favorite day. None of the others had a job that came with a guaranteed day off. Sunshine was a messenger ghoul. This means that when the Clergy isn’t working neither is she and Sunday nobody higher in the church worked. It was reserved as a day of rest to get over hangovers or whatever else may have happened at the previous night’s Black Mass. Hell, even a majority of the Siblings didn’t work Sundays, only those with essential duties like the kitchen staff or the nurses.

She sighs long and heavy, bored out of her mind. Normally she’d run around the Ministry visiting everyone throughout the day, but with the tour being under way the only ghouls left in the Ministry that she even remotely knew were the old band ghouls. She was friendly with them, sure, but she had no idea how they’d react to her following them around to chat. She knew Ifrit wouldn’t mind, but Zephyr had had a bad flare-up last night. She knew he was still in their shared room helping them with the pain. She really wanted to go visit but something in her told her she wouldn’t be welcome.

Her ears flicked thinking about what else to do. Her mind drifted to thoughts of Mist. A blush dusted her cheeks as she thought about maybe going to visit her. She’d pack a little lunch to make sure they ate. They would accept it graciously, only giving the tiniest hint of a smile when she thought Sunshine wasn’t looking. She wouldn’t comment on it, but she’d replay the way her shoulders softened and her face loosened when someone did something for her. It made Sunny’s heart flutter. Mist would probably never understand why she did the things she did for them, but that would never stop Sunny from doing them. Deep sea ghouls were solitary. Deep sea ghouls didn’t take mates. Nature can say whatever it wants but Sunshine never bent to its rules.

She genuinely toyed with the idea of visiting Mist before she remembered what they were doing today. They were spending the day with River, Lake, and Chain, gathering fish from the stream that cut through the Ministry’s forest now that winter fully melted away. She could go see them, she was part water after all, but the significantly stronger fire in her shuddered at the thought.

She huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face and sat right side up on the couch.

That’s when her phone buzzed.

And buzzed.

Sunshine picked it up to look at the notifications and immediately she could feel the grin spreading onto her face. Footage of the first ritual was finally being posted. She quickly opened her phone and began to scroll, saving her favorites to show Aether when he came back to the den.

She giggled at the way Phantom’s balaclava didn't fit properly.

She loved seeing Aurora show off to the crowd.

She hummed along to some of the songs in the clips and laughed fondly at Copia’s antics.

She can feel a tightness in her chest when the footage of the bows starts to get posted. It hurts not being there with her pack. She’s only been on the surface for a little over a year. They’re all she’s known and it settles heavy in her stomach that she’s not with them. She’s so glad Phantom and Aurora get to experience the thrill of the stage, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t bitter. She wasn’t angry.

It wasn’t fair to be mean to the two new summons, it wasn’t their faults. So she always kept the feelings in. She didn’t know what else to do with them. She kept her head up and a smile on her face and crumbled when no one was looking.

No one was looking.

She felt the tears start to gather in her eyes and she let them. She had to get it out now before Aether came back. He’d be worse and Sunshine had to be there for him. She wouldn’t let the big guy fall without someone there, and right now she’s the only one who can even remotely understand the swirl of emotions.

Then she made the mistake of scrolling.

She started to see what the humans were saying. Of course, they noticed the changes immediately, Phantom wasn’t exactly Aether-shaped, but that’s all she saw.

There wasn’t a word about her.

That tightness started to turn into something else. Something colder that made her stomach churn.

She started to scroll and reload her apps as fast as she could, still not a word about her. It was all about Aether.

When she finally found something that mentioned her, she almost wished she hadn’t. Every other post she saw about Aether was full of emotion and almost mourning like he fucking died. But the one post she saw about herself was simple. There was nothing to it. It was simply stating there was also a new ghoulette. Just a simple little fact.

She closed her phone and threw it onto the coffee table. She buried herself in the oversized hoodie she was wearing and cried. It was Mountain’s hoodie. His scent helped, but she wished he was actually here to tell her the thoughts aren’t true.

Nobody knew I was gone.

They didn’t notice.

They didn’t care.

Was I really that bad?

If I had just tried harder. Had just been better.

I should’ve been better.

She cried with her whole body, out loud and unashamed. She missed her pack and she wanted them to be right here with her. She missed traveling. She missed the feeling of the lights. She missed goofing off for the humans who screamed for them.

But they didn’t miss her.

She sobbed and cried and whined until she gave herself a headache. Until she had nothing left in her. She started to come down from the overwhelming emotions and she knew she’d crash hard if she stayed there alone. Sunshine took a deep, shaky breath and stood from the couch. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact she just cried her heart out.

She wanted to go see Aeth. She needed to go see Aeth. She wobbled a little as she walked to the door to the den, sniffing and wiping her nose. When she opened the door she smacked face first into a solid body. She jumped back, startled by the cold contact.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t—“

“Sunshine? Are you well, what happened?”

She moved the hood out of her face.

“Mist?”

She doesn’t know why seeing Mist broke the dam again. All she knows is seeing her deep blue eyes, hearing their low voice say her name, smelling her ice and stormy sea scent pushed her right back over the edge. Another sob wrecked her body.

“Sunshine what is it?” Mist lays a hand on her shoulder, steadying her.

When they only get a high-pitched whine as a response, Mist guides Sunny back to the couch. They go to the kitchenette to grab a glass of water, mentally running through the things Ifrit always did for Zephyr.

She holds the glass out to Sunny, not letting go until she’s sure she has a hold on it. They sit next to her on the couch, turned so that they can face each other.

“When you’re ready. Start at the beginning.”

Sunshine takes a long drink from the glass before setting it on the coffee table. She pulls her knees up and under Mountain’s hoodie.

“Nobody remembers me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nobody remembers me. Stuff from the first ritual started to get posted. All the humans missed Aether but nobody missed me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Cause the only stupid post I saw that had anything to do with me was just stating I was gone! There was nothing behind it. I should’ve tried harder to make a better impression. I know I was only there for a year but I didn’t think I was that forgettable.”

“Who told you you were forgettable?”

Sunny pauses and glances up at her. She sniffs and stares into the middle distance processing what Mist had said.

“Huh?”

“You said you were forgettable. Who told you that?”

“The humans who like us they haven’t—“

“No Sunshine” Mist says putting a hand on her “they did not say that. Unless I am wrong then please feel free to correct me, but no one actually said you were forgettable, did they?”

Sunny blinks hard, letting a few stray tears fall.

“No…I guess no one actually did say that.”

“Humans are strange creatures. They’re not as perceptive as ghouls and spirits. There was a very long time where they believed Dew and I were the same.”

Sunny sniffs and laughs lightly “You and Dew? You’re the exact opposites of each other.”

“And yet when he first showed up people thought that he was me. Now the opposite happens. People will see me and think I’m Dew.”

“That’s silly” she smiles and wipes her eyes.

“It is isn't it. So don’t take to heart what the humans say. You are not forgettable.”

Sunshine smiles to herself. She opens her mouth to thank Mist, but right as she does her phone rings. She fumbles with it, startled by the noise. When she answers she’s met with shouting.

“SUNNY! Did you see us? Did you see us? I did everything you told me to do!”

Aurora’s voice crackles through the speaker.

“Hey give that back—“

“Hi Sunny baby” Cumulus coos from the other end “Rora wanted to call you when we got on the bus.”

“Yeah?” She smiled “then why am I talking to you huh?”

Her eyes flick up in time to see Mist leaving, heading down the hall that leads to the retired ghoul rooms. She waves goodbye to her even though Mist’s back is to her.

“Sunbeam are you okay?” Cirrus’ voice sounds distant.

“Yeah” Sunny clears her throat and switches what side the phone is on “Yeah I’m okay. Just miss everyone.”

“We miss you too baby.”

There’s a rustle on the other end followed by a hiss before Aurora’s voice is back.

“What did you think?”

“You looked so regal. Like a little ghoulish princess.”

“Do you think the humans will like me?”

Sunny pauses, swallowing the bittersweet lump in her throat.

“I’m positive they will, little star shine.”

Sunshine continues talking to the others, laughing about silly things that happened while they’ve been separated. She updates them about any new Ministry gossip and they tell her how Dew was so embarrassed he fell asleep on Phantom the first early morning that he set the ends of his pants on fire. She talks and talks and talks until Aether is shuffling back into the den, sighing with the tension in his muscles as he sits next to her, scooping her up into his lap as she continues the conversation on speaker.

Mist had stood in the shadows of the hallway. They listened to Sunny speak and laugh completely hidden from sight. They listened until they couldn’t stand the feeling in their chest anymore. They slipped into Ifrit and Zephyr’s room without a sound.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mist x sunshine #mistshine #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulette appreciation #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #golfball writes

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sushistyless · 2 years

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smokey sundays

Harry doesn’t really like getting up early but for his dear roommate, Y/N, he thinks he can manage

1.7k (blurb) - - my masterlist!

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Usually on Sundays, Harry’s snuggled in the comfort of his bed, undisturbed with an arm draped hazily around a pillow, and relaxed features on his face as he drifts off into sleep. It’d be a lazy morning, the tiredness from Saturday night’s hangout sessions or the midnight self-study sessions (that stubbornly followed the busy college life he’d grown accustomed to), melting away in those plush dreams. He’d occasionally hear his roommate moving about in the kitchen and living room area by around 10 am, winding about doing her own thing— clearly not as tired as him owing to her relatively reserved nature, and the fact that she wasn’t one to indulge in those last night parties.

So needless to say, Harry was groaning awake in bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion when a faint knocking resonated through his room’s door at— a time he doesn’t particularly know, but can see through the tiny sliver of the closed curtains that it’s still dark outside. He only recognised who it was when the voice of his roommate sounded through with whispered yells.

“Harry! You awake?”

Fists knuckling at his eyes in an attempt to stay awake, he only buries himself into the blanket, smushing his face into it while yelling out in a gravelly, sleepy voice an indistinct Come in! He still had no clue as to what was happening. He definitely cared about the situation, yeah, but his sleep wasn’t particularly leaving space for a very thoughtful deduction.

The door clicks open, the faint yellow light from the lamp in the living room extending its rays on the ground. (Y/N) skips in with Harry imagines to be a sloppy grin on her face.

“Harryyy,” she drawls out in enthusiasm, taking a seat at the foot of his bed. Looking expectantly at his body buried heavily under the comforter, she whispers to him again, this time with a slight poke to his foot that she vaugely feels under the blanket, “Oi, are you awake?”

He grumbles.

“Well, now I am,” his voice is muffled from his home in the pillowy softness of his bed. “What are you doing? S’like still... 3 am. It’s dark outside.” The frustrated puff of air that leaves his lips as dramatises his antics - not much effort required there - makes (Y/N) softly laugh, the light sound of her laughter being enough incentive for Harry to properly see her, as he finally peels the blanket off his face and looks at her with easy concentration.

“You donut, it’s seven in the morning. Oh look,” —(Y/N)’s smile only widens on seeing Harry emerge from under the blankets— “He finally rises from the shadows!” The sentence is enough to cause Harry to roll his eyes, his hands readying to pull the blanket and disappear beneath it again. (Y/N)’s expression drops instantly, noticing and effectively reaching out to stop him, “Wait-- no, no!”

He groans in sleepy state again, his half-assed attempts at convincing her not particularly doing much as he mumbles, “Sleep. We should go to sleep.”

“Nooo,” (Y/N) stretches out, an airy laugh leaving her lips while pulling Harry’s hand as he sits up groggily. Properly upright now, the blanket covering his bare chest falls just until the part where his sparrow tattoos peak out. Hair disheveled, he runs a hand through his curls, body falling limp on the bed once again before she steadies him, letting out a whine at how difficult he was being, “You absolute doofus, wake up. You promised to help.”

It doesn’t strike him what he’d told her he’d help her with but he observes her lips curled at the edges, rounding her face with a smile that reaches her eyes, crinkling them with so much warmth and radiance that it’s unlikely to not be contagious. She sits on the fluffy sheets as a flowy, cotton flannel dress adorns her figure, adding to the cherubic vibe the early morning and white covers string together. Legs crossed, she looks so soft… so perfect to cuddle.

Harry just couldn’t not cuddle her.

“Jus’ 5 minutes,” and with that Harry easily reaches out, pulling her in a hug, tattooed arms going to wrap around her shoulders. She lets out a squeak of his name, eyes widening and then fluttering close against his chest when he tugs them down, toppling onto the bed. It’s not long before Harry’s face is snuggled into her neck, the curve of his lips evident against her skin.

They stay like that in silence for a minute.

“You’re an idiot, you know,” she says, breaking the silence and finally relenting.

“Mhm,” he hums.

“Only 5 minutes.”

“Promise.”

Harry’s arms looped around her middle, cuddling her tighter as he sighs into her neck.

The warmth of his body seeps into her skin, the sweet scent of strawberry lotion drowning her senses. A wider smile plays on her lips at the fact that she had been the one to gift it on his birthday — mumbling against his chest in inquiry, “Wait. Do you actually use the strawberry set I gave you?”

Harry remembers vividly how she’d actually ordered for another scent but there had been some mistake and she’d gotten this one instead. And god, she’d pretended like the sky came tumbling down, apologising and falling apart like it was the end of the world, “I promise I’d ordered for the ocean breeze one! I-I don’t know what happened… I swear,” but he had hugged her, giggled and said that he still loved it regardless. She was so cute, it hurt sometimes.

“‘Course I do. Y’blunder was actually pretty helpful. Found m’favourite scent ‘cause of your mistake.” He bites his lip, gauging for her reaction which he gets through an offended shriek.

“I told you! It was actually the delivery’s fault, not mine. See, the website you told me about was pretty whack to put it simply—”

“(Y/N)?”

“— and in all honesty, I was just—”

“(Y/N), love?”

“— not wanting to be scammed…” her voice fades towards the end, “Hm?”

She’s not able to finish that sentence however as Harry’s face immediately rises from her neck, concerned eyes looking towards the door. “Do you smell something… burning?”

Normally, Harry joked around— playing small jokes, like the one time he added salt to the milk kept in their refrigerator to prank her, which he later got reprimanded for by (Y/N), getting told off that’s it’s a waste and he shouldn’t do things like that (of course, he later told her that the milk was way past the expiry and he was going to throw it out anyway).

But this time she did smell something burning, eyes lighting up in fear.

"Shit!" she squiggles out of Harry's grasp, only the remnants of his lingering touch warming her skin as she sits up and stands to her full height. Harry is once again left little time to figure out what's happening as she pushes the door in a hurry, scrambling to the kitchen. He only works on instinct, cursing to himself while suppressing the deep yawn threatening to break on his face. Blindly reaching out to his t-shirt he threw off last night, he slips the flimsy white tee on makes his way to his dear roommate.

"The apple pies," he catches her yelp.

The jumbled flurry of thoughts pieced together in his head as he slowly recollects (Y/N) telling him how she was participating in this charity event thing and had volunteered to make apple pies, a fundraiser for cancer awareness (and it’d slipped his mind that it was early this morning, for which he had offered to be up and early, assuming the position as her official taste-tester). She didn't do these big kind of acts often, but even otherwise, that's just the kind of person she was.

Nobody’s perfect, of course. But (Y/N) always laughed at Niall’s lame jokes that nobody else in the group even paid attention to. And he had noticed how she always waited back for whoever was left behind while tying their shoelaces. She would make it a point to bring an extra pen for Jen every single class because Jen always forgot to. When Rudolph, the campus dog had gone missing, she spent her entire day searching for him and made sure he was safe and healthy. She always reminded Harry with little post it notes to ‘hydrate with H20 :)’ or ‘Consume your macromolecules on time!!— (basically don’t forget to eat breakfast).’ And he notices how these little things made (Y/N)— her smile, her shy laugh, her vibrant eyes, her personality and her character... and Harry thinks those things make her so cool.

So even though the girl might be a little all over the place, she's pretty fucking amazing.

The thought that she might possibly burn down the kitchen does run through Harry's mind, though. But it's mostly comical to see the whole thing play out, he will admit. He's busy chuckling to himself when (Y/N) calls out to him yet again.

"Harry, stop laughing and get out here!"

"Coming, I'm coming," Her pleads for him to stop his laughter do not work, but he does oblige her second request and graces her with his presence. Stumbling to the kitchen with a wide grin, he's quickly met with the sight of (Y/N) frantically fanning her glove clad hands in front of the open oven and coughing to herself. A thin cloud of smoke escapes out and he shakes his head, rushing to her side, slipping on the other glove and motioning for her to move slightly so he can take the sinfully burnt pie out.

Oh, and burnt it is.

"So," his brows pull to form a pitiful expression, "This one's done for. By any chance, y'have another one ready?" He bites his lip and turns around to his previously excited roommate, who now stands there with a solemn look of sadness glaring down at the pie.

"No... um, this one was actually for you." She looks genuinely sad, toying with her necklace as a melancholic sigh leaving her form, "I'd put extra cinnamon and the jam thing you like in it."

“Oh,” Harry's face rounds, shoulders sloping and eyes drooped in adoration as a look of awe pulls on his features, "Can't believe y'did that for me." He shifts towards her, twisting to simply tuck her into him with his arms around her form and nose pressed against her hair. "I'll love it regardless, promise. You're a proper sweetie pie anyway."

He notices her lips curl against his chest, emulating moments from earlier this morning. "Alright. Alright. Don't get too sappy on me now."

"Can never get too sappy," he pulls away, gloved hands come to smush her cheeks, squishing them to the highest degree while giving her no option but to look at him, “Mean every bit of it."

"That's partially true," she tries speaking with the words coming off a bit wonky, thinking about it, "You're a perpetual sap, but I guess sleepy mornings are just... like, I don't know, catalytic to that."

"I think it's also 'cause I'm around you and you're awfully cute, yeah? What'd y'think about that?”

Oh, (Y/N) only stays silent, lips parting, blinking up at him with bambi eyes.

It's not long before two deep dimples are indented in his cheeks, his strong frame cuddling her again— the affectionate hold having grown far too sweet and comfortable to ever let go.

And if there's anything else Harry knows about his (Y/N), besides her preferring to spend her Saturday nights in, volunteering in charity events, cooking messes in the kitchen and screaming out the lyrics of Can't Take My Eyes Off You in the living room, it's that a shy smile is probably creeping up her cheeks right now.

Okay, maybe getting up early on Sundays wasn’t so bad.

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here’s a random little blurbie!! I’ve thought the concept of this in my drafts for so long now shuehsjhehs— anyway s’pretty short and sweet, but I hope you like it!!

masterlist!! <3

#blurbs #not as planned out or elaborate but it was pretty fun!!#my writing #please like and esp reblog if u liked it enough!! means a lot to me <3 #Harry styles writing #Harry styles x reader #Harry styles blurb #Harry styles fluff #frat Harry styles x reader #frat h #roommate!harry #roommate!Harry styles #Harry styles 2013 #Harry fluff #frat!harry #fratboy!harry #sushistyless #roommates to lovers #friends to lovers

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heartsandmuses · 2 months

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writing pattern game

I keep seeing people doing this and I wanted to give it a go myself!

rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

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weekly lineup // stevetony

Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

avengers tower magazine spread // stevetony

Ever since the terrifying and unexpected Battle of New York, questions have arisen about the team dynamics of the newly-formed Avengers. Despite leadership under America’s sweetheart, Steve Rogers, reports have suggested that the team isn’t cooperating with each other nearly as well off the battlefield as on.

the way to a man's heart // brucetony

Tony had always thought that Bruce’s love language was quality time.

beach break // brucetony

Tony was definitely not a morning person.

and baby makes four // buckytony

Alpine’s affectionate, but usually not this affectionate.

artist's studio // stevetony

“Tony,” Steve breathed, as he did another lap of the room, taking his time to admire the easel set up in one corner and the stacks of blank canvases by the window. There wasn’t any furniture in the quaint, cozy brownstone, at least not yet, but there were more than a few wooden crates overflowing with paint and brushes and sketchbooks lined up along the wall. “This is way too much.”

blueberry pancakes // brucetony

It wasn’t that Hulk-outs had gotten easier ever since Bruce had moved into the Tower—and honestly, he doubted they ever would—but the aftermath was certainly a lot more bearable nowadays.

saturday night live au // stevetony

When Tony Stark, riding high after the success of his latest box office hit, Iron Man, takes to the New York press circuit to promote the next film in the franchise, Steve more than anyone is surprised that he agrees to come on Saturday Night Live.

tiktok famous // stevetony

Two months after the rest of the team gets TikTok, Steve finally caves and makes an account of his own.

summer nights // stevetony

One of the pleasant and unexpected side effects of finding himself in Stark’s bed damn near every other night, Steve realized, was that the blacksmith had long stopped pestering the rest of the townsfolk with his drunken antics. The more time Stark spent in Steve’s company, instead of that of a bottle, the less he was passed out on the dusty tavern floor, or crowding up the cell in the sheriff’s station, or, as he was most prone to do, stumbling down main street with some low-shelf whiskey in hand and a tune on his lips.

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conclusions: I shouldn't be so surprised that nearly all of these mention tony in some way, but I am surprised that not many are actually from his pov. idk why, but I thought I wrote from tony's perspective a lot more than I do lol... also, I didn't think I had written so many non-stony ficlets recently, but I guess I'm branching out :P all in all, a fun experiment!

#tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bruce banner #stony #otp: put on the suit #otp: science boyfriends #otp: winteriron #fic recs #fics #my fics #my writing #amy talks

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violetsareblue-selfships · 2 months

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Hi April!! ^-^/🎫 <- is for you

~ @botanists-little-cookie

Okay, I've held onto this for a while but I'm gonna finally gush about Zayne hehe :3 I honestly don't even know where to start since my brain's usually just !!! a lot when I think about him.

Like everyone usually sees him as cold or stoic, but he has such a teasing, playful side too. It's a lot more subtle (and honestly kind of sarcastic) but it's there. And he seems to go along with a lot of the mc's antics if they're harmless (like the mc told him to talk to a plushie and he did and in the secret fairytale card they had like a little roleplay session lol) -- and also teasing her for thinking that he mostly hung out at museums by bringing it up again playfully and all that

But he's like the sweetest ever?? All super gentlemanly and caring and just <333 (like I don't have it unlocked yet bc it requires affinity level 70 but there's something of him helping the mc with dealing with her period cramps and whatnot and he's so caring about it and <333)

It's so obvious (to me at least) just how much he cares about me (gonna start saying that instead of the mc bc my s/I is technically not her) but like helping me fall asleep, taking care of me if I'm ever feeling sick or stressed out just <333 he'd also be the type to do good morning/goodnight texts if he's able (aka not in surgery at the time) especially if he knows that I like it

(exhibit a :3)

(exhibit b ^^)

Also the way he works me into his schedule - like with the new memory and all that "when would we be able to meet up again" and he literally pulls his phone out that second to check his schedule and say that he's free next Sunday - like he's so eager to see me again and it's just the cutest (also that last line before the kiss scene kills me - "if I'm able to see you Sunday, I'll start getting excited Thursday." like aaaaaa that's so cute

(like look he literally pulled the phone out so quick to check his schedule <3)

And his voice is so soft and lovely when it comes to me (not to say I don't like the cooler, more stoic tone either but the softer whispers kill me) and I love that you can save your favorite lines to relisten to bc I have so many that are literally because of how soft he is or because he's laughing in the audio and it's butterflies every time <333

Also he's so pretty like it's unfair at times. I have so many screenshots of this man bc I just can't help it and he makes me feral I swear (like the medical rescue memory all I could think about was biting him like help me) and I seriously get so giggly and giddy over him, it's silly (he'd find it cute though… hehe)

Might do a picture dump just because!!

Like aaaa!!! he's so pretty!!!

(to the left - the medical rescue one i mentioned aka i wanna bite him | to the right - the new card absolutely KO-ing me with this!!!)

And like I didn't touch on the Myths stuff (the Foreseer thing) but that lore is so angsty and everything - it honestly will deserve its own post once I get all the cards necessary to go through the entire thing - all I know is I'm going to think of it every time I think about jasmines and all that

Anyways I think it's evident I just adore him so yeah :D And i give you a cookie if you read all of that hehe

#self shipping #self ship #f/o gush #thanks for the ask!#under the aurora's glow 💖🩺#fate🦉

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timeoverload · 3 months

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I didn't want to do anything over the weekend because I was tired. I'm sorry for not posting as much but I just wasn't in the mood to scroll through tumblr or spend hours writing. Honestly I just wanted to play video games because I don't get time to do stuff like that during the week usually. I wanted to continue watching the show I started last Sunday but I didn't end up doing that. I talked to my grandma on the phone for a while yesterday but that almost always makes me depressed because she is so unhappy and I wish I could do more for her. I wish I had the energy to clean but I felt like death but that's nothing new. I don't know if my room will ever be clean again at this rate. I have a hard time living my life mostly in one room. I'm starting to think I need a storage unit for all the shit I'm not using. I really miss having my own walk in closet. Eventually I will get my shit together.

I'm not a fan of Mondays and it was a long day as usual. I was supposed to only have 28 cases but then I had 3 add-ons throughout the day. I had 3 rooms going for a while so that wasn't super fun.

I was trying so hard to be in a good mood. Apparently I wasn't trying hard enough because I had multiple people ask why I was in a bad mood. That just made it worse.

The morning team lead asked me that shortly after he spent like 10 minutes giving me a lecture about training the lady that works at night. He was lecturing me while I was still setting up for the day and he can't keep it short whenever he has a conversation with anyone. I had a lot to do and I was scrambling before he even started to talk to me. He was trying to tell me I needed to come in later on Wednesday and Thursday so I could train but I know that's not going to be necessary because it's not going to take me very long to show her what I need her to do. That's not his decision to make and it will also make it more stressful for me in the morning. He has to repeat himself and talk to me like I don't know how to train people. I had to take a class to do that and I'm still a preceptor even though I don't do it that often anymore because I don't have a ton of patience left for that but it's justified. Unfortunately I had some very bad trainees in the past but that's a long story. I suppose there have been a lot of good ones too so I can't complain too much. Anyway, he and I have been getting along better recently but he still drives me crazy sometimes. I think he scared the 2 new people away with his antics. He loves to talk about how he is against everything being "politically correct". Whenever I hear people say that, it makes me think that they think it should be ok to be a disrespectful asshole without facing any consequences. It pisses me off and I have to bite my tongue a lot.

I was annoyed at lunch because I just wanted to eat and have 30 minutes by myself but that didn't happen. I wanted to sit and eat in the cafeteria because it's a lot easier than trying to eat in the locker room. It was great until that creepy guy showed up and sat down across from me. His shift didn't even start until noon so I don't understand why he showed up so early. He left me alone for a while but he has been trying to talk to me more again and flirt with me in an indirect way so he doesn't get in trouble. He can't seem to take a hint. He also bought me and a couple other single girls chocolate for valentines day. It was weird and of course he didn't get enough for everyone else. Unfortunately he still works up in my department sometimes even though he was supposed to start working in the basement full time in January. I made it a point to let management know that he makes me uncomfortable but nothing has changed. They aren't going to do anything about it unless he does something really bad I guess. I know he has a bad temper and I'm afraid he is going to snap sometime. It makes me uneasy and I need to try harder to stay away from him. I guess I have to start eating lunch in the locker room or in the stairwell again.

I didn't get to leave until 6:30 because I had to wait for the last 2 cases to get done and I had to train. I have a pile of stuff on my station that I'm going to have to sterilize in the morning because I didn't have time to do that. I'm not looking forward to that but I need to stop thinking about work now.

I didn't realize that my next appointment is on a Wednesday again. I'm lucky that I actually have enough PTO this time so I requested the 20th and the 21st off. Hopefully that will get approved.

I was looking forward to sleeping in a little bit Friday morning but that's not going to happen because I have a dentist appointment. I forgot about it. I don't know why I always make such early appointments but I guess it's nice to get it out of the way so I don't worry about it the whole day.

I don't want to do anything right now. It's hard to move. I have to get up and feed the cats soon. I don't think I want to eat dinner tonight because I had too much for lunch and it made me feel gross. I feel like I gained weight over the weekend but I was stress eating so that makes sense. I also didn't go grocery shopping so I don't have much food left. I need to try to relax now and hopefully I can fall asleep at a decent time.

Thanks to everyone that tried to cheer me up today. I hope you all have a great day tomorrow!!! :) 💖💖💖

#personal

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Joy and Izzy: The Stadium Tour fiasco

Minors DNI 18+ slightly nsfw

Izzy knocked on Joy’s door, he had a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a dinner reservation for a surprise he had planned for her. His palms were sweaty, as they usually were when he was going to meet the girl he loved. He had never been nervous around someone until Joy had come into his life and tossed everything upside down.

The door was pulled open and a time machine transported him back to 1986 where he was overwhelmed with the sounds of Motley Crue, the smell of aquanet and a hell of a lot of leopard print.

Izzy was stunned into silence, something that he was starting to get used to when it came to the antics of Joy. Her friend laughed as Joy came rushing forward, her leather pants hugging all her curves and lace bustier not leaving anything to the imagination. She was taking the flowers, kissing Izzy with what tasted like LA colors lipstick, which he hadn’t thought they still made.

He wanted to ask what the hell was going on because all her friends looked like they were groupies or Madonna wannabes on Halloween but Izzy was so worried he had forgotten something that he didn’t say a damn thing. He had flown by the seat of his pants, spontaneous and excited to surprise Joy when he should have checked his day planner and realized that Joy was not available tonight.

“I can’t believe you came over before the show, I didn’t think I was going to see you today.'' She was kissing him again and Izzy was trying to remember what show she was talking about. Then he remembered her friend in the pink poof ball jacket talking about seeing her in a couple weeks at The Stadium Tour and NIkki fucking Sixx being as arrogant as ever saying that he would make sure all her friends got backstage.

At the thought of it all Izzy had wanted to scoff aloud. He had been invited backstage by Nikki and had felt both embarrassed and furious at the suggestion , even though it wasn’t meant to be a big deal.

“The show…” Joy could tell Izzy forgot and was smiling at him as she pulled him into her room, closing the curtain. “Why don’t I drive you ladies?” He realized how creepy the word ladies sounded as Joy laughed at him.

“You’d hate that.” She pushed him into the bed and let him hold her hips as she settled down on his lap watching the way his lips opened, mouth ready to kiss the warmth of her skin.

Izzy knew that he would hate that but if he picked her up he could take her home with him and that was worth all the chaos that was sure to ensue with a vehicle full of drunk girls. It also limited her time around Nikki who he still did not trust. Plus he knew her friends had rented a hotel closer to the venue and Izzy was thinking about how he could get them their own room and make a whole weekend in the city with Joy. A little getaway staycation sort of deal.

“I want to do it.” He doubled down as she raised an eyebrow, her name being called from the room behind them.

Izzy wished they had time, time for him to kiss all the spots on her body that made her sigh in pleasure but he knew that their time was limited. He slapped her ass with the tips of his fingers, watching her smirk at him.

“We should get you girls, girls, girls on the road.” he winced at his bad joke, but it was worth it by the way Joy threw her head back cracking up at his poor attempt at comedy. She was always worth it.

Joy had her backstage pass swinging around her neck, her friends in the crowd all agreeing to meet on Sunday morning in the hotel lobby. Izzy had talked to her about a few nights in the city together and she had thought it was a great idea. It was going to be the most time they had together uninterrupted and she felt giddy about it.

It was even more special now because they had talked a few nights ago about their relationship and defining it. They were both serious about each other and the term boyfriend and girlfriend had made them laugh like kids. They were partners, together and equals. Equally crazy about each other and in love.

She knocked on NIkki’s dressing room, pushing the door open and looking around shocked as she saw Nikki alone, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was dressed for the stage but looked slightly haggard and off. Almost like he had forgotten to eat and shower for three days straight.

“Hey Nikki.” his eyes opened, wife in shock as he looked at Joy, his hands shook and she stepped back, never having seen this out of control before. Her eyes swept the room looking for her friend, “Where’s Peach?”

The sound that escaped his lips was that of a wounded animal. Joy winced, stepping forward when she heard it. Nikki’s hands fell into his hands and for a second Joy thought of how Peach had been in the hospital and maybe she had died. But Peach had called Joy on the way back to the house from the Uber. Joy had been eating lunch at her desk as they Facetimed and Peach had talked about heading to LA before joining the tour again. Maybe she just hadn’t come back yet. She hadn’t been texting Joy back which had happened before when Peach got too wrapped up in her work.

“She broke up with me.” The air left the room and a sob escaped NIkki’s throat. Joy watched horrified as his hands came up and he covered his face, “She saw the pictures of my ex, coming to visit me on tour and she thought…she left me.”

Joy swallowed hard, she had tried to talk Peach off the edge about the pictures, having answered the phone at 2am, crawling out of Izzy’s bed and having a best friend phone call in an empty bathtub for an hour. She had made sense of teh pictures, Peach had seemed okay. Had she really misread her friend.

“I’m sure it’s a-”

Nikki held up a ring and Joy froze. She knew the ring because it was one of the first things that Nikki had given Peach. It was a simple band of small diamond chips and rubies, Peach had worn it everyday through school, always touching it and smirking. She liked the sense of belonging to the man despite them having talked about how they would never marry. Maybe part of Peach had wanted that commitment but she had to make due with the ring and held it dear.

“I’m going to call her, Nikki. I’ll figure it out.” he looked up at her, black streaks of makeup down his worn face and Joy realized how much her best friend meant to him. Peach wasn’t just the person that Nikki dated, she was his entire world.

Joy was stepping into the hallway, a quick SOS text to Izzy and then she was dialing Peach’s work cell, knowing that NIkki didn’t have the number or wouldn’t think of calling it.

“Hey, I’m swamped with this deal. I’m probably going to be stuck in LA-”

“I know you left Nikki. What happened?” Joy cut right through the bullshit, listening to the way Peach sighed out.

“Look, I have to finish looking through this contract before Monday. I have a huge-”

“I’ll fly out to LA and help you.” Joy challenged Peach. If she wanted to be difficult she would be difficult right back. “We did graduate law school together, Peach. I know what I’m doing.” The soft sigh of her friend made Joy realize this wasn’t just Peach trying to avoid something, it was serious.

“I’m camping out in the office. I jumped into this deal last minute and got stuck going over the worst details because of it. I can’t leave now, Joy.” Peach was using her serious voice, not fooling around anymore, “I know you’re at the concert and if you’re calling you probably saw him. And..the pictures…I can’t get them out of my head. They’re all I think about and.”

“I get it. You’re jealous and you never expected to see them so it made it worse. PLus you were sick in the hospital and couldn’t just jump up and deal with it. It was the perfect storm, Peach. But you didn’t have to leave him.” Joy was trying to reason with her but she knew she was going to have to cancel her weekend with Izzy and fly to LA to do damage control. There was only so much that she could do over the phone.

Nikki stuck his head out, he saw Joy and reached for the phone but she was shaking her head at him to signal that he couldn’t take the phone. He reached again and she was smacking his hands away.

“I don’t get jealous.” Joy cracked a smile, imagining Peach with paperwork around her. She was probably in the conference room to get the most space and she was most definitely pouting her best brat pout. “If NIkki is there with you can you tell him something?” Joy pulled the phone away from her ear, putting it on speaker.

“Of course I can.”

“Tell Nikki that I hope he’s happy with her. I hope he has a great life with his ex and he-”

“Peach please, I-”

As soon as he spoke Peach hung up and Joy sighed, all he thought of dancing and watching all the bands was gone and now she was stuck with flying to LA.

“I’ll go get her, NIkki. Just give me until MOnday.” Joy was walking out of the stadium, wondering why Izzy hadn’t messaged her back and moving to her friends group chat to let them know something came up and she had to leave. She would hire a car for them to get back to the house on Sunday.

Izzy had his phone on airplane mode again and the wifi off because he thought that it saved the battery and he hadn’t learned how to charge his phone in the car yet. He had paid an exorbitant fee for a garage spot while the girls were at the show and now he was watching a video of Joy from a few weeks ago. He figured that everyone was in the show and he had nowhere to be so he might as well make the most out of it.

He watched Joy, the way that she was moving around the bedroom, as she scooped up clothes. She was naked and teasing him as he begged her to come back to bed with him. The way her hips swayed and she smiled as she saw him videoing. He reached into his khakis, pulling down the brass zipper to give himself more room.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

He was stroking himself, sighing as he watched the video over and over and-

The knock on the window made Izzy fumbled the phone. His head slamming into the steering wheel, the horn blaring as he ripped his hand from the pants he was stroking his cock in. The car smelled like arousal and sweat and shame. Lots and lots of shame.

His eyes lifted to see who he was sure was going to be a police officer who would put him on some registry and he would make it into the gossip rags where Axl would see him and finally call him and let him know what a creep he was.

Instead he saw Joy.

He was opening the door, letting her crawl into his lap, glad she didn’t make a comment about him jerking off in the car like she could have done. INstead she was sitting on his lap, head going to his shoulders as she sighed out.

“Do you think we could move this weekend to LA? I need to get Peach and NIkki back together.” Izzy had about ten thousand questions to ask about that but all he was thinking about was if they went to LA it would probably be easy to convince Joy to stay for a full week and he always wanted more time with her.

“I’d love that.”

“Good; I already bought us plane tickets. We fly out in three hours. So I think we have some time to take care of your problem, Mr. Isbell.” she shimmed, his cock hard under her as he grew flustered, realizing that she had seen him jerking off in the car.

But if she was going to make it go away he had nothing to complain about.

#peach and nikki #joy and Izzy #izzy and joy #nikki and peach #Izzy Stradlin fan fic #Izzy Stradlin fanfiction #Nikki Sixx fanfic

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montana-dukes-eyeliner · 1 year

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The Jessica's with a daughter reader!

Warnings: swearing

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Constance Langdon

•Welp, Your know different from Tate or Addie. (Unless u are..?)

•With punishment, she would hit you, Degrade you, trap you in the attic etc.

•With praise, She would light you a cigarette or give you a heavy pat on the back with a chesire cat grin on her face.

•You and Addie usually hang out alot, you read magazine's, Do Makeup and talk about boys/TV shows

•You and Tate.. well, You think he's creepy af (your not wrong) he just spends his free time in his room or talking about how shit school is.

•This is what it feels like to be at a family dinner with Your family.

•As you reach out for your mother's hand, you feel a cold breeze touch your whole body, turns out, it was just Tate, your brother, and a annoying one too. "So you finally decided to show up after all.." tuts Constance gripping on to your hand abit more tightly now. "At least I actually showed up, unlike some.." mumbled Tate. "What's that supposed to mean?" Violently asks Constance. "Mom-" you attempt to say but your were cut off by Tate. "I MEAN DAD, MOM. I MEAN F*CKING DAD." And there's the daily arguement.

Sister Jude

•I mean, She's a nun, and she works at a asylum, she's pretty hard on you sometimes tbh

•She doesn't really let you visit the asylum alot, You normally have to stay with Sister Eunice if you ARE aloud in there.

•With punishments she would it u with a belt, slap u, etc.

•With a praise, she would stroke your hair, praise u that's litterally it.

•This is her and yours daily morning routine!!

•As your alarm clock went of you sigh getting out of bed to see your mother straightening her hair, "G'morning mother." You stretch, "Morning." She replies not looking away from the mirror at the end of the hallway. "Am I to stay here today or am I helping you with work?" You question going into the bathroom to brush your teeth. "You will be coming with my dearest." Jude replies. "Chop, chop get your sunday dress on." She exclaims.

Fiona Goode

•You and Cordelia are attached to the hip FRRRR

•Dealing with Fiona's antics you too had grown fond of eachother.

•She doesn't think less of you or more of you, To Fiona, your neutral.

•with punishments, she wouldn't feed you, use her magic against you etc.

•With praise, she would kiss your face all over, give you a bear hug and maybe let you help out with her job as the supreme.

•This is a day at the academy!!!!

•"Y/N bring Madison and Queenie to the dining room, I have to discuss something with them." softly says Fiona. "Yes Mother." You reply heading to the lounge. "Uhm, Madison, Queenie Fiona requested to see you." You stammered. "What are you? Her slave? If she wants us, she can get us herself." Scoffs Madison rolling her eyes. "Oi, Stop making Y/N the villian, It's not her fault Fiona cant get off her ass, let's go, for Y/N'S sake." Queenie replies. "Fine whatever, let's go." Madison sighs. "T-thank you." You say leading them to the dining room. "Yeah, yeah keep moving." Says Madison.

Elsa Mars

•Sis sent you to the circus to 'help' ☠️☠️☠️

•She litterally doesn't pay any attention to you, But, You have Jimmy, Bette and Dot and the others :))))

•With punishment, She would shout at you, belittle you etc

•With praise, she would loudly praise you, screaming 'I AM SO PROUD OF YOU'

•Helping her out in the circus be like:

•Y/N, Dearest, wake Jimmy up, he will be late for singing practice." Elsa said glaring at her watch. "Ok." You sigh already tired seeming as you had been awake all night creating bette and Dots new show outfit. As you knock on the door you here a sigh from inside: 'What ya want? Show hasn't started.' "Jimmy, it's me, Y/N." You laugh. "Oh, come in." He exclaims you slowly open the door to find a half asleep Jimmy in his bed. "So, whatcha need?" He asks scratching the back of his head. "Elsa wanted you, your gonna be late for singing practice." You giggle. "Is that it? Tell her I'll be there in 5" "alright" you chirp.

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moonchild-things · 1 year

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Chapter Thirty: The Arrival of Haiba Lev

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

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NARROWED GREEN EYES STARED DOWN AT THE console screen displaying a seemingly difficult video game. With a scrunched up nose, Yua watched her younger best friend play his game in fascination. She's never really been one for video games, but it was impressive to watch Kenma play his. After all, she's spent most of her childhood watching him play and beat many games like this. She’s not that much of a gamer, though she does find it quite impressive.

Kenma, Yua and Kuroo were headed to their school on this lovely Sunday morning for volleyball practice. The trio were strolling through the surrounding neighborhood after just getting off the train. It wasn't that much of a walk through the nice warm morning sun. If anything, Yua quite enjoys it when she journeys to school with her best friends. The walks can be silent but not uncomfortable, or full of laughter and teasing. She just loves her best friends, what can she say?

Kuroo was also glancing down at Kenma’s screen with his own hazel eyes, “Kenma. That looks pretty tough.”

“Somewhat." The pudding-head commented, "But I’m getting the hang of it, so if I play for about thirty more hours…”

"And not sleep?" Yua scoffed, "I thought we talked about this, mister." Honestly she has no idea how he can run on such a small amount of sleep. He usually complains about being tired and she'll reprimand him for not sleeping, like a mother hen would. He needs a healthy amount of sleep for volleyball and school, after all!

Kenma grunted, not taking his eyes off his game, "You talked. I wasn't listening." Yua's right eye twitched at that. He can be so rude sometimes.

Kuroo chuckled lightly at his friends, “I’m surprised you don’t get bored. If you have that much time on your hands, let’s practice volleyball."

“I am, though.” Kenma lazily said, “That’s why we’re here at school on a Sunday morning, right?”

The trio then came up upon the school entrance for Nekoma Municipal High School. Kuroo grew serious, “Well, we did lose the Inter-High prelims. The Spring Tournament prelims are just around the corner.”

Kenma didn’t even take his eyes off of the game, “You never get sick of volleyball, huh, Kuroo?”

“He’ll never get sick of it, like you’ll never get sick of your games.” Yua commented with a giggle.

Eventually the trio got to the school and entered the gym to find their team already setting up. Inuoka noticed their arrival, “Ah, Kuroo-san, Kenma-san, Yua-senpai, good morning!”

Yamamoto waved over at them, “Morning!”

“Mornin’!” Kuroo greeted them.

Kenma did the same, but in his normal lackluster way, “Morning.”

Yua jumped over to the group enthusiastically, “Good morning, boys!”

“Is everyone already here?” Kuroo asked.

Inuoka sighed, “Well…”

Yua looked around trying to find who was missing. Mentally, she checked her list on who was who, and noticed only one person missing. She clicked her tongue, “Oh, the giant isn’t here, what a surprise!”

“I always tell first-years to show up early.” Yaku commented as he started to squeeze the volleyball in his hand, it seemed like it was going to pop. “That little bastard.”

“He’s not a little bastard when compared to you Yaku!" Yua snickered at her jab at the libero. She certainly did get a kick out of annoying the short guy. Though she seems to forget how scary he can be afterwards. She spotted the dark look on his face and knew she was fucked. So Yua started to run for cover, which included using her friends as human shields. "Ah! No! Kenma save me from the gremlin!”

While the team watched as Yaku started to march after Yua and she tried putting Kenma in between them, Yamamoto said, “Well, it’s actually pretty quiet and nice when he’s not around. I’m sure he’s slacking off again somewhere.” The others glanced at him for saying that it was quiet and nice, then stared at their libero chasing their manager around. Maybe just a little but quieter, they thought.

After eventually grabbing Yua and now sitting on her back, Yaku commented, “He’s like a stray cat.” Yua flailed around in an attempt to escape, but the libero is surprisingly strong despite his small stature. Though she should learn by now that she’ll end up like this every time she messes with the libero.

So without their underclassmen, everyone started to get ready. Yua changed into her gym clothes and grabbed her supplies. That supplies being her notebook and clipboard, now she meant business.

Eventually after a bit of time, their missing teammate actually showed up. With a soft meow coming from the entrance, the japanese-russian boy had finally arrived. Lev Haiba, the tallest member on the team with silver hair and bright green eyes, was smiling in the entrance. “Mornin’!” Along with him was a orange and white cat in his hand, for some reason.

Kuroo sighed and looked up from tying his shoes, “The bigwig finally shows up.”

“Haiba Lev has arrived!" The silver-haired boy shouted, "Yeah!”

“Oh my,” Yua gasped as she gushed at her underclassman, hearts in her eyes. She quickly pushed Yaku off of her and scurried over to Lev, “How adorable!”

Growing flustered and blushing, Lev stuttered, “Wah, Yua-senpai!” Obviously, he figured that she had to be talking about him, and of course he was getting flustered. Yua’s quite a pretty girl and Lev sure finds her to be a cute manager!

“I didn’t mean you,” Yua said, which caused the poor boy to deflate. The girl then grabbed the cat out of the beanstalk’s hands and started to fawn over it. “I meant this little guy, hi there.” The team watched as she started giving the cat scratches and cuddling it in her arms, to the poor cat's dismay.

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Practice was in full swing by now as the boys were in a mock game with each other. On the side lines, Yua was scribbling things down every once in a while in her notebook. Though she took her time from writing to pet the orange and white cat that was resting in her lap. The cat was now enjoying some of the attention the girl was giving him.

“They all seem ready to go,” Naoi commented as they watched the boys in their scrimmage game.

They watched as Yamamoto jumped up to spike the ball over the net and got his side a point thanks to Lev’s inability to receive it. “You dumbass!” The ace roared at Lev, “I told you not to try and get that with your arms, you beanpole!”

“I’ll get the next one!” Lev exclaimed, more than pumped up to try again, “One more time!”

Naoi nodded his head, “Haiba Lev’s got good instincts. He’s half-Russian and so has been blessed with height, long limbs, and excellent athletic ability. Any of those things would set him apart from the Japanese players…”

“Bring it!” Lev dove with cat-like reflexes to receive Inouka’s serve, it was quite impressive. He was more than overjoyed with his accomplishment as he stayed laying on the floor with a large smile. “I did it! I did it! See? I did it! Did you see that?”

Kuroo grunted while running up to block, “You dumbass! Keep your eyes forward!” Though his warning didn’t do much as the ball was spiked back towards him and he certainly wasn’t ready to save it at all.

Yaku slid over more than annoyed with the first-year, “Lev!” Yeah, he was about to chew out the boy for that.

“But he’s got that personality,” Naoi sighed heavily, “and he’s still learning the basics. There’s plenty we have yet to teach him. But we’re dealing with the Spring Tournament prelims. Things will probably get very interesting.”

Who knows what will happen when they add Lev onto the team roster for games? Yua would like to think that the team would be elevated with such a player like him on the team. Perhaps not a starter, since he is still really new to the sport, but he could make a spot for himself. He still has a lot to learn as a player, but she wants to have faith in him as a player. Hopefully he gets there eventually.

Nekomata grunted after staying silent for so long, “This ain’t good.”

They continued on with practicing and it was blatantly clear that Lev and Kenma were not lining up properly. It’s happened time and time again. Kenma would set the ball for Lev but it would be off by a few inches. It’s not that Kenma wasn’t a good setter or anything like that, it was most likely just because the two weren’t lined up yet. After all, Lev’s arm length was a bit longer than Kenma is used to. Add in Lev’s inexperience and the two were not working that well together. They tried once more and Lev missed the spike again with the ball completely missing his hand.

“That was close, right?” Lev asked while looking at the setter like an excited kitten.

Kenma deadpanned, “No.”

He gasped, “Whoa, really?!”

“That wasn’t close at all.”

“Really?! Can we try again?”

“No.” Kenma droned out.

“Why not?!”

Kenma grumbled, “Because you’re just going to miss again.”

Yua laughed at the pair’s banter. She could tell that Kenma was more than annoyed with Lev. The younger boy does have a personality that does not mesh well with Kenma’s, basically at all. Beside her, Nekomata grunted as he appeared to be contemplating something. Yua glanced over at the older coach with furrowed eyebrows, “What’re you thinking, old man?”

Nekomata just glanced at her with his aged eyes before calling out, “All right, that’s all for today.”

So everyone worked together to clean up the gym after a somewhat productive practice. Yua helped Kuroo with the net and took it down as they chatted lightly. Yua hummed, “I feel like Kenma is going to have a lot of fun with Lev.”

Kuroo glanced over his shoulders as Lev challenged Yamamoto. He chuckled, “Obviously.”

“Let’s just hope they can work together eventually.” She shrugged her shoulders, “it would be a bit upsetting if they couldn’t work it out, you know.” Having a team that worked well together on the court is obviously important. If the setter couldn’t even work with one person, well, things might fall apart. She wasn’t sure, but Yua also didn’t wanna find out.

Her friend hummed next to her, “give it some time.” He ruffled her hair, to her chagrin, “they’ll figure it out at some point.”

Once everyone finished their jobs of cleaning up, their coach called out, “Gather round!” So everyone did just that and surrounded their coaches to hear what they had to say.

Nekomata started by saying, “Two Saturdays from now, we’re going to welcome our neighbors, Kunihira High School and do a practice match.”

“At this time of year?” Yaku asked in confusion, “But our training camp with Fukurodani is coming up, too. That’s rare.”

Nekomata nodded his head and continued, “And… Lev, you’re going to play in that match.”

Everyone was in shock at that bit of news, “What!?”

“That’s what you were thinking!?” Yua exclaimed at the coach with her mouth agape. How the old man thought this was a good idea, Yua wasn’t sure. Yea Lev was a decent player, but he has a long way to go before he could be considered a starter. He’s a first-year, and while first-years can be starters, Lev was still new to the sport and needed to learn a lot more.

“Really?!” Though Lev was over the moon about this turn of events. He smiled widely, “Just leave it to me!”

Naoi leaned down to the older man, “Er, but coach, Lev’s still having problems getting tosses, so I’m not sure if he’s…”

“Kenma.” Nekomata didn't even seem to be listening as he just turned to the teen, “Make some time and give Lev some tosses.”

Kenma pursed his lips, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?!” Lev gasped.

“That’s all.” Nekomata smiled, “Do your best.”

All the boys plus Yua bowed, “Thank you!”

Everyone was still in a bit of shock over the news. The only one who really got over it quickly was Kuroo who shrugged his shoulders, “You heard him.”

Lev stood tall over all of his teammates and had a bit of a smug expression on his face. “Should’ve seen this coming.”

Yamamoto just stared at him with his hands on his hips, “You’re so cocky.” Right, if anyone was going to be cocky, it was going to be him! After all, he is the ace of the team!

Yua shook her head at her underclassman, “You can be arrogant when you’re actually a starter, stringbean.”

Lev just continued to smile, “You’ll see, Yua-senpai, I’ll be a starter soon enough!”

“Sure, sure.” She won’t hold her breath over that just yet.

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The next day, practice was going pretty normal. This time though, everyone was keeping an eye on how Kenma and Lev were working together. It was like everyone paused in their own training to watch whatever was happening. After all, it was more than interesting to see if the beanstalk was going to actually succeed this time.

Lev was pumped up as usual, “Let’s do this!” There was next to nothing that could get his spirits down.

They lined up for Lev to spike the ball. Kenma set a perfect toss for him, hoping that he would hit it. As there was no way that he could mess this up. Though that wasn’t the case as Lev still missed it and it just ended up hitting the top of his head instead. While Lev appeared to have confidence and power behind his moves, it was nothing but a farce. He still has so much to learn about volleyball.

“Hey, it went in,” Inuoka blinked and was somewhat impressed.

Yamamoto just laughed at the failure, “Nice headbutt!”

Lev wasn’t affected by the teasing though as he just turned to them, “That was my personal time difference attack!” Everyone just stared at him in disbelief. There was no way that he just used that kind of excuse…

On the sidelines, Yua just shook her head and wrote down some bullet points in her notebook. After being the team manager for a while, she’s grown to be really good at making her own notes and such about the boys. They’re definitely not the neatest or most comprehensible, but she can translate them easily, so who cares. Lev was obviously the one she was writing most about now.

She keeps track of their strengths and weaknesses, their relationships with the other boys, and any other tidbits she thinks the coaches could use. It’s all important things to take note of. Though she’s known all these boys for quite a while and knows a lot about them, Lev is the newest one. So she has quite the learning curve when it comes to figuring out how the newbie will mesh with everyone else. She sighed heavily while finishing up her scribbles in her notebook, hopefully she can get it down eventually.

“Yeah, he’s definitely some kind of special…” Yaku commented in uncertainty.

Naoi shook his head, “All of you, stop gawking at him and get to practicing!”

“Right!”

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The whole team had gone about their normal routine after practice which meant heading to the local 8-Eleven for snacks. Yua’s chip bag crinkled as she munched on her snack which was provided by Kuroo. She leaned over Kenma’s shoulder to watch his screen as he played the same game from that morning. Even still, she couldn’t understand what he was doing, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t watch him. Which was just watching him fail and fail again.

Kuroo also was glancing over every once in a while to watch, “That’s gotta be hard, you’ve been stuck on the same level.”

“I know.,” Kenma grunted while mashing the buttons.

Besides him, Yua pursed her lips, “Even the great gamer Kenma can’t get past it, it must be impossible.” Kenma’s eye twitched at Yua’s comment as he focused on the game. He’d prove that he can get past this level, just so he can avoid his friends teasing.

“It’s gotta be rough dealing with Lev,” Kuroo commented to Kenma while eating the popsicle Yua insisted on buying him. There obviously was a parallel that could be made between Kenma’s difficulty with this game and also his ability to work with Lev. After the past few days, both of these scenarios have caused him a great deal of issues.

Kenma didn’t look up from his console as he replied, “Yeah. I haven’t dealt with him much ever since he joined.”

Kuroo nodded, “I can imagine. You two are like oil and water. It’s hard to see you two meshing together.”

“We don’t even have to imagine,” Yua chuckled. It’s evident to everyone, except maybe Lev, to see how difficult this was for the setter. Sure, Yua knows how it can be a bit difficult for Kenma to get along with certain people but this just seemed extra difficult.

Just as they were saying that, the other boys, including Lev, all came out of the shop with their own goodies and made to sit down with them. They all started to dig into their after practice meals and snacks and talk idly about things.

Lev seemed to be energized just as he was at the beginning of practice. Which is a feat since most of the boys are usually tired beyond belief after a long practice. “Just watch.” Lev said excitedly as he cracked his chopsticks apart, “I’ll be ready by our next match.”

Yaku sweatdropped, “Seriously, where the hell does your confidence come from?”

“That’s one of life’s many mysteries,” Yua hummed which got a chuckle out of some of the guys.

“I’ll work even harder so I can become a starter!” Inuoka declared strongly. Yua cooed from her seat at how adorable the middle blocker is. He has to be one of her favorite first years, he’s just so full of fire and cuteness, in her opinion.

Lev leaned into his personal space with a smirk, “Well, I’m gonna be the ace, not a starter!”

Yamamoto, the actual ace of the team, called out, “You don’t call someone who can’t play any defense an ‘ace’!”

“But if I work hard these next two weeks with Kenma-san…” Lev looked over to their setter for approval, “right?”

Kenma boredly replied, “It’s hard to set the ball for you because you’re so sloppy. It’s not like I’m Karasuno’s setter.”

Yua shook her head, “I don’t think anyone could be like that monster.” Kageyama still haunted her thoughts with how pin-pointed his sets were. Yua has a running theory that he must have given up his soul to have such skill. It’s really the only explanation in her mind.

Lev tilted his head in confusion, “Huh? Who’s that?”

“They’re our eternal rivals I talked about yesterday.” Inoka explained, “You know, the Battle of the Garbage Dump.”

He brightened in remembrance, “Ah, Karasuno or whatever from Miyagi.”

The team all started to reminisce in the game they played against the crows. The lasting friendships that they also made were in their minds. Those crows sure were something. Yua likes to believe that she made some friends, especially with Hinata Sakura. Oh, that first-year sure is interesting to her, as well as her brother. The little demon who could keep up with Kageyama’s tosses. Both of them were quite scary.

“They have some insane first-years there.” Yaku broke Yua at her thoughts, “A middle-blocker shrimp that hits with his eyes closed and a setter that can perfectly match him.”

“Huh…” Lev blinked.

“That shrimp doesn’t have any of the basics down.”

“Is he shrimpier than you, Yaku-san?” Lev asked innocently. Though all that did was end up with Yaku getting annoyed and hitting Lev over the head… again.

Yua laughed at the display in joy. She leaned over Kuroo and flashed Lev a smile with a thumbs up, “Good job, Lev!” This first-year really is learning quickly about making fun of their libero. One of her favorite pastimes, honestly.

Lev rubbed at his bruised head, “But if that guys a starter, then I can…”

“I think you suck more than he does, Lev.” Kenma cut him off and commented.

“Huh!?”

Kuroo smirked, “I wonder how they’re doing.”

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Meanwhile, in Miyagi, the Karasuno team was hanging out at Sakanoshita Market like they usually do after a long day of school and practice. Endo was munching on a meat bun that he had bought in his coaches shop. Currently, he was watching as Tanaka failed and failed again at a video game that he had brought. Endo doesn’t play video games, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t find entertainment from watching his friends rage at the game.

“Damn it!” Tanaka shouted in despair, “I lost again!”

Asahi, Kageyama and Shōyō came walking up to the second-year after getting some food from Sakanoshita Market. Shōyō tilted his head and asked, “Whatcha doin’, Tanaka-san?”

He explained in frustration, “Playing the game I borrowed from my sister.”

“Oh, that super popular one,” Asahi said. Endo leaned onto his shoulder and offered to share his meat bun, which Asahi accepted.

The rest of the boys came over to see what was going on. “Come on, Tanaka.” Daichi shook his head at his underclassmen, “Someone who works at the school is right in front of you. Put the game away.”

“Huh?” Ukai grunted from behind them, “As soon as practice is over, this doesn’t concern me.” So he just continued on with his work and let the boys continue with their shenanigans. Not like he really cared about the teens playing some video game, so long as they stayed quiet.

Shōyō blinked in recognition as he leaned down to see the game, “Hey, this is the game Kenma was talking about.”

“I keep losing to this thing no matter how many times I play.” Tanaka groaned.

Endo chuckled, “just get better then.” That earned him a heated glare from the slightly younger boy.

“I’d like to see you try rich boy!” Tanaka raged at him. Though the blond just laughed at his misery. Not like he’d actually play the game or anything, since he doesn’t like games all that much.

“Ryu!” Nishinoya exclaimed while standing over his best friend with determination emanating from him. He smirked proudly, “I’ll get revenge for you!”

So Nishinoya took a turn to play the game, though with the same outcome as Tanaka. Despite his best effort, Nishinoya was still met with the defeated screen. His ego was just slightly hurt after that defeat. So that was 0-2 for the boys, and it didn’t seem like there was any end in sight.

“He got hit with every single attack,” Tanaka blinked.

Shōyō nodded his head, “That’s actually sort of amazing.”

“Way to go, genius libero, I guess,” Asahi chuckled.

Kageyama placed his hand on his hip and stared boredly, “So you just have to cut down the enemy without getting hit, right?” To the other’s it almost sounded like he thought he could do it easily. Though Kageyama can have a tendency to be cocky sometimes.

“Heh.” Tanaka scoffed, “Easier said than done, my friend.”

Though Kageyama took that as a challenge with a large smirk. He was then next up to take a crack at the game. It became apparent that he was having issues with it just like the other two. He was becoming far more irritated every time he messed up until he finally ended up just losing to the game. Which certainly hurt his ego a bit as he started to yell, “You jackass! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

Tanaka was just about ready to take the game from him in case he broke it in anger. Which wouldn’t be all that surprising. The older boy stared in worry, reaching for his game, “Hey! I just said I was borrowing that!”

Suga said, “I guess the same thing that happens in volleyball happened…”

“So this is Kageyama’s true nature,” Shōyō smirked at the other boy’s demise.

That definitely didn’t help the situation as Kageyama raged, “I’ll kill you, Hinata!” The poor orange-haired boy jumped in fright.

“Come on, now, Kageyama. You know you end up the loser if you get mad.” Daichi said wisely, “Give it here.” So now it was Daichi’s turn to try out the game. However, his defensive take on the game was not giving him any sort of advantage, it was basically a stalemate. “You see that? It’s my impregnable defense!”

The other boys all just blinked at him. Well, besides Nishinoya who was still frozen over his loss and Kageyama was sulking off to the side. The two of them were not going to get over this loss so easily.

“Well, yeah, you’re not going to lose, but…” Suga trailed off as they watched him still playing. The game was now deadlocked with Daichi’s tactic, and there didn't seem like there was going to be an end.

Tanaka blinked at the strange play-style, “Is that even fun?” While Daichi wasn’t dying… it just seemed boring to just stand there.

So now all the boys were giving the game a try since Daichi wasn’t getting anywhere with his “impregnable defense”. Next up was Asahi who was definitely not enjoying the game. Instead of going with a tactic like Nishinoya’s attacking or Daichi’s defensive take, he decided to just run away. “Stay back! Please!” Asahi screamed in fear, “Get away! Stay away!”

“It wouldn’t be much of a game if it didn’t,” Suga shook his head.

Daichi sighed, “Yeah, I knew this would happen.”

Endo chuckled at the frightened boy, “You really are just a scaredy cat.” Asahi just continued to scream until he eventually was caught by the boss and killed. Endo ended up patting Asahi as the ace caught his breath after all that screaming.

“Hey!” Shōyō shouted eagerly, “Can I play next?”

Now it was Shōyō’s turn to try out the game. He was jumping around while playing it which was a bit of a strange sight. Tanaka blinked at the boy, “What are you? A five-year-old that just got his first game?”

Eventually, Shōyō lost, which certainly ruined his mood, “This is so hard…”

Nishinoya then placed a hand on Shōyō’s shoulder, “It gets your blood boiling… because it’s difficult, right?”

“Yeah!” He exclaimed, now pumped up again, “One more time!”

Tanaka slid over quite annoyed, “Hey! It’s my turn next!”

“You get to play at home, Ryu! Let me get my revenge!” Nishinoya shouted.

Diachi crowded around them as well, “No, leave it to me!”

Asahi joined in, “M-M-Me, too! Me, too!”

“Wait! I should get a turn!” Kageyama jumped over, ready to try again like the other boys. All the boys were now huddling around each other, all of them desperate to try to play the game again.

“You’ve got no chance, Kageyama-kun.” Shōyō snickered.

“Hinata, you little jerk!” Kageyama shouted as he started to attack Shōyō. Though the little shorty was ready for it and ran away, “Stop dodging me!”

Due to all the commotion, Ukai came out of his shop more than annoyed with the group of rambunctious boys. “Shut up!” He shouted at them, “Hurry up and go home for dinner!”

“You heard the old man,” Endo commented as he easily took the gaming console from the others, to their annoyance, “time to go home!”

---

Yua brushed aside some of the strands of hair that escaped her ponytail. It was a bit of a strange day, after all, the boys told her that Lev had arrived to practice first. Lev of all people! The one who was usually the last one to show up to practices was actually there before anyone else. How strange.

She just supposed that he must have been excited to practice. He really is much like an excited puppy. After he had been told by their coach to work closer with Kenma, Lev seemed to be more than eager to take advantage of the demand. Kenma seemed to be the one in the pair that wasn’t so happy with it. He didn’t say it in so many words, but Yua could tell just by his expressions. She’s a Kenma whisperer in that aspect.

Though now in the middle of their current practice, Yua was watching as the boys were working on their spikes. “Hell yeah!” Yamamoto shouted after his own strong spike.

“Nice kill!”

Lev was up next and he was just as energized as usual. His eyes were alight with a childish glee as he stepped forward and shouted, “Get me the perfect toss!” Kenma was visibly a bit more annoyed now that he had stepped up. Yua could see that from a mile away. So the silver-haired boy ran up for the toss, but it completely missed his hand, once again. Lev just stared at the ball that was now rolling away. “Huh? That’s weird.”

“Lev, you’re putting too much force into it.” Kuroo advised him, “Keep your eye on the ball.”

“Okay!” So they tried again, but with the same result. Though Lev didn’t seem all that deterred, if anything he looked more than excited to keep trying his best. “Kenma-san! Could you do the tosses a bit faster?” From her seat on the sidelines, Yua could see that Kenma was far more annoyed with this situation.

She sighed under her breath, “This isn’t going anywhere.”

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Swaying from side to side, the Nekoma trio were riding the train back to their homes after an extremely long day at school. Yua was just about falling asleep on Kenma’s shoulder while watching him play his game. The intense battle that he had been engaged in over and over again was keeping her awake though. Every once in a while he would exhale hardly through his nose when he failed his objective, which kept Yua from falling asleep completely. Meanwhile, Kuroo was watching them with a small smile as he took in Yua’s exhaustion and Kenma’s determination and frustration over his game.

“Well?” He asked, breaking Kenma shortly from his concentration.

Kenma just continued his attempt at defeating the boss, “What?”

“Lev’s pretty interesting, huh?”

“Well, you don’t have to actually deal with him.” Kenma grunted as he explained, “His timing when he jumps is different every time, so is his point of impact. I have no idea what kind of tosses to give him.”

Yua hummed tiredly, “Now that’s surprising. You adapt pretty quickly to just about everyone.” Which is true, it only takes Kenma a single practice or two to usually get used to someone and their abilities. Seems like Lev is just a special case.

Kuroo leaned down to watch Kenma continue to struggle with his game, “You still can’t beat that enemy?”

“Its attack is super strong and he takes me out instantly,” Kenma grunted.

“But once you beat it, it’s all over, so don’t you get more fired up when it’s an enemy you can’t beat?”

“But it’s no fun if you can’t beat it, either.”

“Can’t you just attack it before it attacks you?” Kuroo asked, “They say offense is the best defense. That thing’s tail was glowing right before it attacked.”

Kenma blinked in surprise, “What? No way.”

“What? You didn’t notice?” Kuroo smirked, “I figured you’d notice something like that. I guess even you can’t see when you get worked up.”

He huffed and turned back to his game, “I’m not getting worked up.”

“You are, though.” Kuroo smirked.

Kenma grunted in denial, “Am not.”

“You are.”

“Nope.”

“Both of you shut up,” Yua groaned loudly and flopped herself onto Kuroo’s shoulder this time, “I want to nap.” So the two boys just quieted down, for their own sakes after all. A grumpy Yua is not a Yua that they would wish to deal with. So they just continued to travel home in content silence.

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The same thing seemed to happen the next day. While the boys were going about their normal practices, there didn’t seem to be any progress with Kenma and Lev’s ability to sync up. Yua was making notes in her notebook on all of the boys, but certainly kept a close eye on

“Those two are having a hard time getting in sync.” Naoi commented to himself, Yua and Coach Nekomata.

Yua grunted in agreement, “Kenma is usually able to get use to anyone’s rhythm, Lev is a special case it seems.

After yet another failed toss, Lev just stared at Kenma. He stared at the setter from different angles, getting strange looks from everyone else. His eyes brightened, “Kenma-san’s noticing me! That must mean he’s finally acknowledging my talent!”

Yamamoto deadpanned, “He’s just mad that you’re not progressing at all.”

“Huh!?” Lev exclaimed in shock, “Are you mad, Kenma-san?”

“Yeah, half of it’s anger,” Kenma softly said.

Yua and the two older men stared at the interaction. Nekomata seemed more than pleased with the developments, while Naoi was slightly concerned still. “Is he really going to be okay?” The concerned man asked.

“No need to rush.” The coached said wisely, “He’s progressing like he should. Now, we just have to make sure it sticks.”

Yua nodded her head, finishing her scribbling with a slight smirk, “which means practice, practice, practice.” She then shouted out across the court, “oi Kenma, toss 20 more to Lev!” Kenma groaned at the order, though he knew better than to argue against her on something like practice. Lev was over the moon with it though. He seemed ready to do 100 more if it meant he could get to practice with Kenma more. Though they’d stick to just 15 for the time being. Yua stood up and made sure her ponytail was tight, “I’ll toss to the others, you two work together for a short while.”

“Whatever,” Kenma grumbled.

Yua’s brow twitched at his disrespectful tone, “What was that?”

He just grumbled something else under his breath, making sure that she couldn’t hear him this time and responded back to her with a “Yes, Yua.”

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The boys had gone off of their usual running route. This usually gave Yua time to organize her notes, talk with the coaches and help them with any sort of practice routines she thinks would work best. Just like any other of the boys, she’s a valuable member of the Nekoma team. She isn’t a player, but she has the athletic mindset and comes up with good routines and workouts that she suggests them to do.

Or during this time she would take her own little break. Sitting outside the gym doors while waiting for them to come back let her think to herself. Volleyball certainly wasn’t the only thing that she thought about. She has other interests… It just so happens that volleyball is a big part of her interest at the moment.

Her mind wandered like a lost child to topics such as her homework assignments to the new clothes she wanted to buy. Or even what she was going to make for dinner to whether she thought Kuroo or Kenma would wanna hang out at her house. They’re basically an inseparable trio after all. If you find Yua, Kuroo and Kenma will no doubt be right behind, and vice versa. They’re her best friends after all. Though there was the sad realization that Kuroo would graduate soon and the trio would become a duo. She knew she was going to be sad about it, but it wasn’t like they weren’t going to talk anymore. Yua would make sure of it. Besides, her cousin would definitely make sure that it wouldn’t happen. He’s used to corralling a certain rambunctious boy to do what he needs, so he’d keep an eye out for Kuroo too, even if he was younger than Kuroo. That reminds her, she should really call him soon, they are having the camp soon! Oh, she can’t wait to see everyone there.

Though thinking about the camp, she wondered if Kenma and Lev would starting being able to sync up by then. Sure it would be a while before the training camp, but still. She couldn’t help herself but wonder. Still the struggles that they were having at the moment were slightly amusing to her. Kenma hasn’t really faced a challenge like this in quite a while. Seeing him try to get through it is interesting to her. His frustration over it was quite a bit of entertainment for her.

Breaking out of her thoughts, Yua watched as the group of boys finally came running back towards the gym. As soon as they got in range of the door, a couple collapsed to the ground to catch their breath. She got up and started to hand out some stuff to them. Kuroo just walked up to a smiling Yua smirked at her as she got some things together.

“You guys took longer than usual,” Yua commented as she handed out some towels and water to the boys.

Kuroo took the offered towel and whipped off the sweat from his face, “It’s because of those two.”

Finally seeing the stragglers coming up after them, she got a good look at their appearance. “What the fuck!?” Yua screeched as she saw the blood residue on Kenma and Lev’s faces. “Why do you two have bloody noses!?” She rushed over to them to check them over for injuries. How they ended up like this, she didn't know. Though her aggressive mother-hen attitude took over now as she started to look over their injuries.

Kenma grunted as she fussed over his face like a worried mother, “It’s Lev’s fault.”

“Hah?!” She blanched as her expression became gloomy. Her darkened features were now pointed at the tall first-year, who bristled at the menacing look now focused on him.

Lev jumped and waved his hands around in panic, “Yua-senpai! It’s not what you think!”

“What the fuck did you do, you bitch!?” She screeched as she cradled Kenma close to her, “How’d you hurt him!?”

Kenma rolled his eyes and sighed. He whacked Yua in the stomach, stopping the girl from continuing her rampage, “Yua, calm down. It was an accident.”

Yua groaned slightly and held her stomach in pain. Though she quickly straightened herself as her expression did a 180. She smiled like normal, “Oh. Well, let’s get you two cleaned up and checked out!”

Lev was trembling as he stared at his senpai in fear, “You’re quite scary, Yua.” Her quick change in emotion was just slightly unsettling.

She just continued to smile blissfully, “I know.”

Back in the gym, they were lining up to do their spike practice once again. The boys needed to warm up a bit since they were having their practice game today. They went down the line through everyone and eventually they got to Lev. After a little bit, it was decided that Kenma and Lev would work together for the time being. Yua once again took up the roll of setter for the others, just so they weren’t sitting around doing nothing.

After yet another pathetic miss, Kenma grabbed another ball from the cart next to him, “Here’s the next one.”

“Hey, our match is about to start!” Naoi tried to intervene, but was stopped by Nekomata. Just from his expression, those around him could tell that he knew something was going to come of these practice spikes.

Handing a ball to Yua, Yaku shook his head, “He’s selfish and impossible to understand. But…”

“Let’s do this!” He jumped up and it was like everything was in slow motion. Unlike the awkward movements of Kenma trying to set the ball to Lev and the tall boy reaching for it, the ball was near perfect. It left everyone in shock! They finally did it! Kenma and Lev finally synced up! After the thunderous sound of the ball hitting the court floor, Lev turned to look up, “The ace…" His green eyes shined just the light as he turned to his teammates, "has opened his eyes!”

“Holy shit,” Yua breathed out as she shared a look with a smirking Kuroo. “Looks like they figured something out.”

“Okay.” Kenma said, in his monotone voice, “One more.”

Lev was over-excited about the prospect of another awesome spike, “I’ll hit as many as you like!”

They tired once again, but it didn’t seem like they lined up like before. As all the ball did this time was bonk Lev on the head and was nowhere near his palm. So was it a fluke?

“So it was totally luck!” Yamamoto laughed loudly.

Though all that did seemed to light a fire in Inuoka, “I can’t lose! Kenma-san, can I go next?”

“Hey, no fair!” Yamamoto seemed to whine, “The senpai gets to go first! Kenma, toss to me since I’m the ace!”

“Hey!” Lev exclaimed, “This is my practice!”

“No, me!” Inuoka joined in on the bickering.

Naoi seemed to be a tad bit annoyed with the arguing, “Guys! We’re about to do a match!”

Yua watched them all fight over getting a toss from Kenma with a chuckle. “Looks like they finally got somewhere.”

Kuroo nodded his head, “seems so.”

The two looked like a pair of proud parents as they watched Lev gush over his amazing spike and the others fighting over getting a toss from Kenma. “Greetings!” The collective voices of a bunch of boys called out, “Thanks for having us!” It was the team that they were meant to have a practice match with. So they all got set up for the game. Yua made sure that everything was set up with the water bottles, her notebook, and towels. This will definitely be an interesting practice game after that revelation from Kenma and Lev. Hopefully they could

“All right, let’s do this!” Kuroo exclaimed, after giving the team his usual peptalk.

All the boys agreed, “Yeah!” Yua smiled widely, she was definitely ready to see just what her boys would do with this game.

---

With the murder of crows, They were still bickering over the video game. No progress was made in the game even though they have tried multiple times to get somewhere with it. It was just impossible!!! Currently, it was Kageyama’s turn again, and he was just getting the same result as he was beforehand.

“You dumbass!” Kageyama grunted as he aggressively played and still lost, “Damn it!”

Tanaka sighed in disappointment, “I guess it’s no use. I don’t think we’re gonna beat it.”

Passing by the group of his teammates, Tsukishima snidely laughed at his failure, “I guess you really do suck at everything other than volleyball, Your Highness.”

Yamaguchi praised his friend like he normally does, “Tsukki’s great at video games, too!”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“My bad, Tsukki!”

“Oh, really?” Kageyama’s eyebrow twitched, “Then let’s see just how good you are.”

Shoyo jumped up, “Hey, hang on. It’s my turn next. I get to go first.”

“You just played!” Kageyama sassed.

“We already went through everyone again! And your turn is done!”

“I’m not done yet!” The two then proceeded to fight for the game.

Tanaka watched from the sidelines, more than concerned for the safety of his sister’s console. “Hey, stop that, you two!”

Though they just ignored him as they continued to fight each other for the game. “Huh!?”

Shoyo exclaimed, “You just died!”

“This turn doesn’t count! Tsukishima got in my way!”

“Damn it! I told you I’m borrowing that!”

“Nuh uh! You just died! Let go, jackass!”

Behind them, Daichi was slowly growing annoyed with all the shouting and fighting. It was really starting to get on his nerves, which was shown by the gloomy expression that came over his face.

Endo cringed in amusement at the familiar look, “someone’s pissed off daddy Daichi.”

“Hey, stop!” Asahi advised the others, noticing the scary expression on their captain’s face, “Daichi’s gonna lose it!” Though Endo just laughed at the warning, knowing that they were too far into their argument to notice. That’s usually how Kageyama and Shoyo got.

“You let go!”

Then it was like slow motion, the video counsel having slipped from Shoyo’s hands and flying from their grasp. Everyone stared in shock and horror as Tanaka’s life flashed before his eyes. No doubt his sister was going to kill him for this! As it flew through the air, it surprisingly was heading straight for an unsuspecting Sakura, who was heading over to meet up with her brother. Her club had just ended and she really wasn’t too surprised to hear that the boys were arguing with each other over something. Though she wasn’t expecting to find a console flying right towards her. She had quick enough reflexes to at least try and catch it, which was successful. She then caught the console, albeit somewhat clumsily, before it could crash to the ground and most certainly great.

All the boys stared at her in amazement, as if she was an angel from heaven after saving the game. She blinked at them and then at the gaming console in her hand before raising an eyebrow. “Do I even want to ask?”

“Imouto!” Shoyo just about cried as he ran up to cling to her, “you’re a hero!”

Nishinoya and Tanaka joined in on the crying and tried to cling to her as well. Though she sidestepped the duo and let them fall to the ground. The only ones she’d let cling to her like this is her brother and sister, no one else.

She just blinked at his over dramatic behavior and looked to the other boys, “Why?”

“These bozos were fighting over this game since none of them could beat it.” Endo explained to her as he leaned down to her height. He clicked his tongue, “And you just saved them, most likely being yelled at by multiple people.”

“What game is it?” She asked as she looked at the console. She tilted her head as she stared at the game over screen and recognized it. “Oh, Kenma was talking about this.”

“I’m sure just like your brother you would be able to beat it,” Tsukishima said, completely unprompted but that’s usually how he is.

Sakura’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. The wide brown irises shined in the light as she saw the smirk on his face. So she took up the challenge. Sakura parked herself on the ground and started to play the game. All the boys huddled around her, even Tsukishima, but he tried to seem like he didn’t care. She made it look like child’s play. They exclaimed shouts as they watched her have a few close calls. They were basically biting their nails, more like just the troublesome duos were, and cheered when ever she got the upperhand.

After a short while, and encouragement from the boys around her, Sakura smirked in satisfaction. Tanaka gaped at her, “Y… You beat it!” Everyone was silent for a moment as they processed it, the screen clearly displaying her win. Then they all simultaneously bursted out into cheers over her success.

Shoyo’s eyes sparkled for what seemed like the millionth time, “WAH! AWESOME!”

Kageyama was both slightly impressed and annoyed over her win. After all, he was certain he was the one who was going to win it. “You were just lucky,” he ground out.

She just shrugged her shoulders and smirked smugly at Tsukishima who seemed surprised that she had won the game. “I don’t get why it was so hard,” Sakura scoffed as she gave the console back to Tanaka. She then waltzed away, leaving the impressed and bewildered boys behind her.

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luminescentglow · 2 years

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Godsend

I wrote a thing - this is me shamelessly re-sharing with the Sunday crowd :)

Light streamed into Rebecca’s office, sunbeams casting ephemeral pools across the floor. She let out a sigh of contentment. Relaxed mornings at the club, free from all disturbance, were her favourite. Today there were no meetings to rush off to, and no hour-long calls to painfully listen in on. Even the press was blessedly silent. So she took her time brewing herself the perfect cuppa.

When it was ready, she glanced at her phone to check the time. The clock read half past nine. Odd. Ted was usually in by now. Her desperate desire for biscuits caught her off-guard; a few more minutes and she reckoned she’d start shaking like some sort of addict without their fix. She grumbled internally that her tea would be much less enjoyable without her morning sweets. She speculated she might have to make another cup to properly consume the biscuits when they were finally delivered into her waiting hands.

Another fifteen minutes passed and Ted still hadn’t shown. Rebecca assumed he must have been running late for once, and therefore simply didn’t have any time for ‘Biscuits with the Boss’ before training, but he could have at least had the decency to text her if that were the case. Her idyllic morning seemed tarnished somehow. She really had become a biscuit junkie. She tried not to acknowledge that she was also disappointed she hadn’t gotten to speak to the baker himself. She swore she would never admit it, but she’d come to enjoy their little chats and looked forward to them every day.

She made her way over to one of the windows and flung it open so that she could observe training. It only took her a few seconds to determine that Ted was notably absent from the pitch. She couldn’t see Beard either. The only coach present was Roy; she didn’t need to look to know he was there. Every two-seconds she could hear him yell “whistle” very loudly and quite angrily. Had she not been concerned with the whereabouts of the other coaches she would have laughed at his antics.

She was starting to feel nervous. She never had to intervene with Ted and Beard. They were always punctual and generally communicated any issues or appointments with ease. Her gut was telling her that the men’s absence could only be due to something bad. Rebecca swiftly decided that a trip down to the locker room was warranted.

The locker room was quiet, as all of the lads were already out on the pitch, so she could hear Beard speaking to someone in the main office easily enough. She anticipated hearing Ted’s drawling responses but they never came. When she entered the office, Beard was wearing a hole in the floor. He paced back and forth behind Ted’s desk like a caged animal with his mobile pressed tightly to his ear. When he finally spotted her in the doorway, the relief on his face was palpable.

“Boss is here. I’ll send her your way,” he said cryptically to the mystery caller.

When he rang off, Rebecca said nothing, only raised a quizzical brow at him. “To whom are you lending my services without my consent?” she questioned.

“Coach is at the hospital. Thought he might - ”

“What!” she exclaimed before he finished his thought. Her voice was steely; the one word she uttered was clearly a demand for an explanation.

“It’s not really my story to tell,” Beard raised his arms in a half-shrug before miming that his hands were tied.

“Well, is he all right?” Rebecca felt fervently protective all of a sudden.

“He’s a little worse for wear. But nothing a good night sleep - and a few stitches - won’t fix.”

“Stitches!”

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wwillowtrees · 2 years

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SUNDAY MORNING

Forehead touching. Forehead kisses.

camilo madrigal x gn reader | feminine aspects written, but honestly it’s not that much.

not-beta read, we die like casita.

You smiled softly, looking up from your book to see your lover. It was a quiet morning, a rare occurrence for the Madrigals as it seemed like those people could never catch a break. Their schedules usually filled to the brim with chores, not a single second for themselves, but not today.

Naturally, your boyfriend decided to spend his day with you.

“Milo?” You called out, folding the corner of the page you were reading on.

Camilo looks at you before looking back up for a moment, eyes on the rubber ball that he kept throwing at the ceiling of your room seconds before.

“Un segundo.”

With one hand, he swiftly catches it, and you feel your heart begin to swell as you see a small smile forming on his face at the impressive move.

“Need anything mi vida?” He asks, turning to face you, his gaze never leaving as he drops the small toy to his side.

He tilted his head slightly as he patiently watched you place your book on the nightstand near you.

“Mhm, affection.” You reply cheekily, crawling over to him.

Camilo chuckled, his eyes full of love as he stared at you.

“About time!” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.

You scoff.

“Dios mio, it hasn’t been that long.” You retorted, though, your actions quickly contradict your voice as you gently cupped his face. Camilo shook his head in endearment, his curly hair flowing around at the action.

“Mhm.. whatever you say.” The shapeshifter murmured, his voice slurred at the touch of your warm hands. You rolled your eyes at your lover’s antics while your boyfriend simply smiled in return.

“I,” You began, placing a soft kiss on Camilo’s lips.

“Love-“ Another kiss.

“You.” And another! Well..

Maybe more than just three, but come on now! He had such a kissable face!

How could you resist the temptation to kiss every single one of those pretty freckles that resembled the bright stars scattered across the night sky, or even that empty canvas that is his forehead which was just waiting to be painted with your lipstick, and don’t forget his cheeks too!

Besides, who was complaining? Certainly not you, nor him.

As you continue to pepper your boyfriend with your kisses, he giggled with each one, tightening his hold on you.

You ended with one last kiss to the lips, pulling away to see a lope-sided smile on Camilo’s face, his muddy green eyes shining brightly as he stared into yours.

God he was absolutely drunk on your love, and you savored every second of it.

You laughed, throwing your head back as Camilo smiled even wider at the sound of your laughter.

“You’re an absolute idiot mi amor.” You said, using two of your fingers to gently push him, his back hitting against the headboard of your bed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Camilo replied nonchalantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you close, your foreheads touching due to the lack of space.

“I love you too querida, y te amaré por siempre.”

“Woah! Have you’ve been malled by a tiger Camilo?!” Félix shouted, laughing loudly when he saw his son walk through the entrance door with lipstick all over his face.

Camilo groaned, hiding under his yellow poncho.

“Stoppppp!” He shouted, dragging out each syllable while he scurried away to his room. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he would’ve seen the worrying rain cloud turn into a beautiful rainbow on top of his mother’s head when her husband explained what he had seen to her in full detail.

He flopped onto his bed, rolling around in hopes of getting the embarrassment off his body.

Of course he forgot to wipe off your lipstick, so enthralled by you and your stupid beauty that he forgot to think for himself! His pride!

He’ll never hear the end of it from his familia at din-

Oh dear god, he forgot about dinner.

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This fic was inspired by this TikTok.

Pairing: Min Yoongi/SUGA x Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: One cuss word; Mildest of mild innuendos.

Rating: PG-15

My Beta Reader: The dork known as @hobeemin

Though Sunday was often the day that YN prepped for the week when she woke up Saturday morning earlier than usual and much more rested than usual she couldn’t find it in herself to waste it. Of course, relaxing wasn’t a waste, but there was a strong urge to do everything that was on her to-do list for the following day.

So that’s what she went into the day with.

Waking up at six meant she needed to be quiet so Yoongi could sleep longer, so she tip-toed out of the room and made the quick change into workout clothes. Though she thought about taking off her bonnet she left it on and headed out into the front room to do some yoga. The sun was rising so she opened the currents so as she followed the instructor the light could shine through and help comfort the start of her day.

For twenty minutes she did the routine, trying her best to keep the flow going and not get caught up in getting to a position quickly. Giving herself some grace was often a problem and she wanted a good day, so she focused on setting good intentions for the day and allowing things to roll off her back.

Once she finished a quick shower and put the hair begging for a wash day in a bun she tackled breakfast. Not wanting a whole lot she stuck to eggs, sausage, and toast. It was quick and easy, especially because Yoongi mentioned doing a quick workout and he preferred a protein shake to eating a meal before he did that.

Plus he wasn’t awake.

His sleep meant that after making a cup of tea she could sit on the balcony of their condo and eat her breakfast in silence as she looked out at Seoul, which was also springing to life.

After she finished breakfast she headed inside and tackled one of the things on her list - the kitchen. She sat her dishes on the counter and walked to the fridge, grabbing anything out that needed to be thrown away and wiping it down as she went. When it was done she tackled the dishes, which she washed by hand instead of using the dishwasher so she could get them put away faster. That was followed by wiping down every surface in the kitchen and the dining room and then refilling containers if they needed it. All while making note of what they needed to buy soon.

As she finished pouring rice into a container they kept near the rice maker she heard shuffling and before she could react there were hands on her waist turning around.

There was a gentle smile on Yoongi’s face as he looked at her and it almost hid the sleepiness that clung to him still. He was dressed for the gym and holding the bag he always took with him, which told her he’d been up for a little bit but he sometimes took longer to wake up.

“Good morning, baby,” he said morning voice in full effect.

“Good morning, my love.”

That made him smile wider and then he used the hands on her waist to pull her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. His lips were soft and he tasted of mint, which made YN deepen the kiss. She honestly could kiss him all day, but at some point, she pulled away with a goofy smile on her lips.

“I thought you would wait a little longer before heading out,” she said.

Yoongi shook his head and then yawned.

“No, I’m working out with Namjoon.”

At the mention of his leader and working out in the same sentence YN groaned.

“You don’t value my sanity.”

Yoongi chuckled. “I value it baby, but I also enjoy driving you a little insane.”

Without another word, he pressed another kiss to her lips, slapped her ass, and then exited their apartment.

YN shook her head at her fiance’s antics and got back to work, but with no one to worry about waking she turned on her early two thousand cleaning playlist to keep her company. With that on and with her urge to get shit done still going strong, she got to work. Every room in their condo was treated with the same meticulous method as the kitchen and despite that she got things done fairly quickly. A perk of working to keep things clean throughout the week and the deep clean maid service they used every two weeks.

By the time she was done, it was a little before noon, and Yoongi was walking through the door dripping in sweat and red in the face. Which was interesting since the gym that he and Namjoon went to was twenty minutes away and that should have been enough time for his body to calm down.

That didn't bode well for her sanity at all. He’d been working out more and the muscles coming through were making both YN and ARMY beyond feral. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but my goodness wasn’t it fun to explore that.

As Yoongi passed her he winked, which didn’t help matters but she returned it with her own flirting smile.

While he went to their room to shower she got to work prepping lunch since she still had the energy to do so. There was leftover soybean paste soup in the fridge so she heated that up, got some rice going, cut some kimchi, and made two quick kimbaps for them. By the time Yoongi was out of the bedroom she was mostly done. But as she went to move their food to the dining table he swatted her behind and motioned for her to sit, so she did that while he set everything out.

“Thank you,” he said before diving straight into eating.

The music she had on still played so while they ate without speaking it wasn’t completely silent. Plus they spoke a little of their mornings and YN talked Yoongi down from killing Namjoon over the new workout routine he had him try. The man was sure that he would be unable to even move the next day from how hard they went, especially because there was more weight than usual.

Upon completion of their meal, Yoongi slapped her hands away so he could clear the table and made the effort to get everything into the dishwasher. Then he came back to the table, sitting in a chair closer to YN’s and leaning in for a kiss. However, YN noticed some kimchi on his lips just a moment before they touched. She couldn’t stop it, but she pulled away quickly making a face.

“Ew,” she said as she used a paper towel left on the table to wipe his lips and then hers.

Despite the clear reason as to why she’d pulled away and said what she did her reaction was not well received. The only way to describe Yoongi’s expression was wounded puppy, but he quickly pulled it together and went for faux anger.

“Did you just… You know what? Nope, no more kisses for you.”

“But Yoongi…”

“No. You don’t tell me ew when I kiss you and think you get more kisses. No kisses for you. For the rest of the day. No, the rest of the week.”

“Baby,” YN whined while moving to sit on his lap.

He looked everywhere but at her. “What?”

“Can I please have a kiss?”

YN pouted and fluttered her lashes a little and in a second Yoongi was smiling and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. However, he pulled away too soon, and since YN didn’t like that so she moved closer, and though she could see the fight in his eyes Yoongi gave her more kisses.

When they finally pulled away she had a cocky smile on her lips and her eyes held amusement, but also adoration.

“You fold so easily,” YN said.

Yoongi grunted and frowned.

“You’re too cute to deny. But let’s not discuss how easy it is to make a person in this room fold.”

Laughter bubbled in YN’s chest at that, but she pushed it down because the tables could turn very quickly and she wanted the upper hand.

“Yes, my love. No more talk of how quickly I can get what I want, I promise.”

However, despite her avoidance of consequences, her mouth didn’t get the memo and that led to her screaming as she jumped off his lap and sprinted through their home to escape him.

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DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

Sejin’s not pleased.

On the contrary, he stares you two down like a disappointed parent as you step inside the production van out the front of the Villa.

Arms crossed over his chest, eyes tired behind his smudged glasses, he lets out a sigh once you close the door behind you. “I’m sure you’re well aware of why you’re here.” He pauses enough to let you meekly nod. “And I’ve made the rules clear, have I not?”

You swallow hard, guilt swirling choppily in your stomach. This was your choice, your idea, and it had landed you in hot water. Taehyung meets your gaze for a moment, but apart from a tinge of fear you can’t read his expression.

“So I have one question for you. Do you enjoy making my life difficult?”

“No, Sejin,” you insist in a near-whine. “That’s not what it is at all.”

“I would hope not. You’ve put me in a very awkward position here. The rules dictate that if an eliminated member has sexual contact with Y/n, that they’ll be sent home immediately.”

“But I kissed him,” you put in frantically, voice wobbling. Taehyung’s looking at you but you can’t bear to pull him from your peripheral.

“And if I saw correctly, he returned that kiss.”

You chance a look now. Taehyung looks ill. “I didn’t touch her, sir. And it wasn’t sexual.”

“No? Before you were eliminated, what did kissing lead to?”

You flush hot even as it feels like all the blood is leaving your head. “Then you should’ve waited to call us. Taehyung didn’t touch me sexually, Sejin. Don’t kick him out.”

Another chesty sigh leaves Sejin. He looks truly exhausted. “As true as that may or may not be, it doesn’t change the fact that you, Y/n, certainly broke the rules. Correct?”

This you can’t deny. “Yes.”

“Then there needs to be consequences. Fortunately for you, Jungkook needs to complete his prompt before the meeting tomorrow morning, so I can’t cut you off for twenty-four hours, and I am certainly not willing to be handcuffed to you during that time. So I’m running up empty on how I can maintain some order and authority in this house without scarring myself or making things worse. You see my dilemma?”

Your brain comes up empty on solutions. Taehyung, too, still sullen though not as scared, wets his lips but doesn’t speak. Sejin stares at you half-expectantly from behind thick lenses. Eventually, you clear your throat. “Why don’t you make the other guys decide the punishment? At least that’ll add some drama in the show.”

Sejin considers this for a moment, eyes slowly shifting around the room, and after a moment he sighs in resignation. “Alright,” he allows, “I’ll be in to talk with you all at 10. In the meantime, kindly leave my office and let me sleep. If there’s any more funny business I’m kicking the both of you out. Don’t think I’d hesitate in making this a show just for twinks. I haven’t slept a full night in two weeks thanks to your antics.”

You and Taehyung send Sejin a deep apologetic bow before hustling out of the van and back to the house, shoulders bumping like co-conspirators, but being careful not to get too close. Sejin seemed at his rope’s end enough that funny business was probably a significantly wider pool right now.

Though you were wired no more than ten minutes earlier, once you slip back into the pre-dawn silence of the villa, you feel exhaustion tug at you, and you can tell Taehyung feels the same with the way his slippers scuff on the floor.

Voice hushed even though the others are upstairs probably fast asleep, you rub your eyes and give Taehyung a tired smile. “I think I’m gonna get some sleep, too,” you decide after a moment, fighting the gravity that pulls you closer to him.

Taehyung, hair bouncy like a poodle, smiles softly back. “I’ll go upstairs and act like I’m not replaying that kiss over and over again in my head.”

A surprised laugh bubbles out of your throat, and you punch at him playfully, padding towards the stairs. “That kiss almost got you kicked out,” you jibe, but the reality of it dampens your mood slightly.

Always so in tune, Taehyung picks up on it and reaches out to briefly squeeze your hand, eyes unusually sober. “Hey,” he states intently, “I don’t regret that risk. And I certainly don’t regret being kissed by you again. Okay?”

“Okay.” You begin to ascend the carpeted steps, reluctantly breaking his gaze to follow your feet in the dark. “But we better wait next time, just in case. I don’t know what shit the others are gonna pull tomorrow.”

“I’ll convince them to go easy on you,” Taehyung assures, and you can hear the grin in his voice. You reach the top, dividing up to stand in front of your respective doors.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

He looks like an angel with a soft, caramel halo and a radiant smile. You want to kiss him silly all over again, but keep yourself tethered to your bedroom doorknob. He leans back against his, eyes fixed on you in bemusement. “G’night. I love you.”

You grin, melting. “I love you, too.”

As you quietly crack open your door, still not wanting to fully leave him, he presses a slow, careful kiss to his fingertips, and waves them to you. You reach out, miming grabbing it, and press your hand to your chest, feeling your heart thump joyously beneath your ribs. “Goodnight,” you whisper, realising belatedly you’ve already said it.

Taehyung cocks his eyebrows once cheekily. “So I’ve heard. Get some rest, petal. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Even after Sejin had dropped the possibility of Taehyung leaving, it’s not until your lover himself utters those words that the last shred of anxiety in your chest dissolves, and you fall back asleep much lighter than before, the memory of his lips on yours the last thing on your mind before you go.

“Jungkook, be honest. What did you do?”

“It’s not me! We’re probably in trouble because hyung broke the blender.”

Seokjin’s back stiffens in petulance. “It’s not broken. It’s just resting.”

“Tell that to my protein shake. I’ve never swallowed anything so grainy before.”

“That’s what she said,” Hoseok fires off automatically, before he belatedly cringes at his own joke. “God, ignore that.”

Jungkook knits his brows in mock concern even as his lips twitch. “I’m so sorry to hear that your nut isn’t smooth, Hobi-hyung.”

“It’s perfectly smooth, thank you,” Hoseok spits, face twisted in a grimace. “Anyway, where is Sejin? He told us to be on time but he’s not even early. It’s suspicious.”

“Everything’s suspicious to you,” Jimin complains, looking particularly regal in a deep purple blouse and a single pearl earring. He hadn’t been dressing up as much these days as he usually did, but it seems this morning his old wardrobe is returning. If you squint, you can make out his catlike eyeliner. “It’s a miracle you’re not wearing a tin foil hat.”

“I have a little more fashion sense than that, thank you. My accessories are real silver.”

Jimin’s mildly bewildered face is overshadowed by Sejin hurrying in at that moment, a yawn wracking his face and a two thirds-empty takeaway iced americano. It looks far darker than usual, but he sits down on the edge of the coffee table and chugs the rest of it, leaving the plastic cup at his side.

“Good morning, everyone, you may be-”

“-wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today,” Jungkook interrupts, pitching his voice lower to imitate Sejin’s. He swallows, all but shrinking under Sejin’s miffed gaze. “Sorry, I had to.”

“For those unaware, Y/n and Taehyung broke the rules of the game last night at roughly 2:43am.”

Namjoon, silent up until now, turns to look at the two of you sharply, though his face is smoothed out to mild surprise. Jimin is looking between you with an inquisitive look, Jungkook has his jaw dangling.

Hoseok smirks, shaking his head in bemusement. “Taehyung, you dirty dog,” he drawls, “couldn’t resist, huh?”

You press your hands against your cheeks, feeling the embarrassed blush heat your skin. “It wasn’t like that,” you defend on Tae’s behalf. “We… we kissed.” It feels somehow absurd saying it out loud, like you’re a schoolgirl admitting a crush. You avoid everyone’s gazes, cursing your prior self for even suggesting this as a scapegoat.

“Because of that,” Sejin continues, “there needs to be a punishment carried out to prevent the breaking of rules in the future. Which is where you come in. Y/n suggested herself that you gentlemen be the ones to decide what it’ll be. I’ll stay here until you’ve reached a decision.”

Jin narrows his eyes slightly, seeming uncertain. “I mean, what can we do? What’s the ballpark here?”

“Nothing that lasts for longer than 24 hours, and nothing beyond her regular limits here. Aside from that, be creative, I suppose.”

Jungkook raises his hand immediately. “She has to go and buy us a new blender.”

“Preferably something inside the Villa, Jungkook. This is a reality show.”

“She has to construct a blender from things inside the house.”

“Okay,” Sejin sighs shortly, “anyone else?”

Namjoon bites at his lower lip. “I don’t know… This feels mean.”

“Y/n could order a blender online,” Jungkook slips in again, before Taehyung catches him around the waist and pins him back against the couch. “Fine, I guess you guys can decide.”

“I have an idea,” Jimin says slowly, eyes heavy on you. You swallow, not trusting the glint in his eyes. “She follows our every command for the next 24 hours. Sexual or otherwise, as long as it doesn’t break her limits.”

You bite down hard on your lower tongue, glaring daggers at him, but the others are already bursting into noise around you, and it takes less than a minute before Sejin calls for a vote, six hands going up immediately and a seventh following after a moment’s hesitation.

“I won’t use it,” Namjoon promises you from your left side. His eyes are rounded in concern, and you don’t doubt his words for a second. “I’m sorry.”

“It won’t be that bad-” you begin to say, but Jungkook wrestles himself out of Taehyung’s grip and puffs his chest, and you know it’s going to be a long day ahead.

“Boy, I sure am thirsty.”

You flatten a thinly-veiled glare at the oldest member in the house. “Just spit it out.”

He beams at you, eyes glittering with amusement. “Y/n dearest, would you mind fetching me a cool, refreshing bottle of water from the fridge?”

“I do mind, actually,” you grumble, but you’re already getting up for the millionth time to fetch something. It feels like it’s been days already, an eon of regret, but less than two hours have passed. “Still or sparkling, sire?” you drawl, voice dripping in acid.

“Still will do me just fine,” he responds from the living room with a dreamy sigh. He has one arm slung over the back of the couch, torso twisted to watch you, eyes dipping low.

Beyond embarrassment, you huff and use your free hand to tug at the too-short skirt you’d been put into. Part of an initially-humiliating French maid costume (where the fuck did Hoseok find it on such short notice?), the fabric threatens to expose your panties at the slightest bend.

Namjoon remains on the couch, nose buried in a thickly stapled academic paper, teeth latched onto the cap of a highlighter that he hasn’t used for the past fifteen minutes. In an effort to be respectful, it seems he’d decided that looking at you at all was crossing the line.

Apart from the two of them, Jimin is the only other that currently remains in the room with you. Once you pass off the water bottle to Jin with perhaps a little more force than necessary, you catch Jimin’s expectant look and sigh, sinking to your knees on the carpet beside him.

There’s a pillow there, thankfully. You haven’t actually put your ass on a proper seat since your punishment was decided. For a while, Taehyung commanded you to sit in his lap, wrapping his arms around you with a pout that failed to prevent the others from commanding you to move. Now, you’ve been instructed to remain at Jimin’s feet as long as he desires.

Out of principle, you’re miffed, but deep down it’s strangely peaceful to be so physically reminded of your submission to him. If he wanted, he could certainly be a dick about it, but he’s done nothing more than smile down at you and run his fingers lazily through your hair. You feel taken under his wing, safe beneath him and in his proximity.

The four others are upstairs, helping Jungkook prepare for his Sunday camming stream. He’d instructed you to wait downstairs and watch it, and his team of older men flanked him up like they’d rehearsed it. You’re suspicious, but Jimin’s low murmur of approval keeps your mind from gnawing on it too much.

Content with his water, Jin doesn’t request your service again, though his eyes occasionally dart over the top of his phone to drink in the sight of you on your knees in such a ridiculous getup. Namjoon focuses on his study like his life depends on it, and Jimin’s hand slides down between your shoulderblades, holding you to his side and rubbing there softly. Time blurs under his fingers, and you rest your chin on his knee and zone out.

When the four horsemen of the porn industry come clambering downstairs, it gives you a fright. Taehyung is first, clearing his throat and stomping his foot to gain your attention like an enthusiastic squire. “Introducing, for a special-edition livestream, gukked97!”

Namjoon puts his paper down and claps automatically, faltering when nobody joins in. Taehyung seems content enough with the lukewarm response, waving behind him to the doorway.

Everyone holds their breath, struck silent by curiosity. One thick boot peeks around the door, followed by a black-clad leg, a chunky belt, and soon Master Jung is in full view, dressed to the nines in his dom gear.

One hand swings freely at his side, but the other is stretched behind him, out of sight. He pulls it forward, and you see a leather strap wrapped around his fingers. A strange, wet huff sounds from behind, and Hoseok steps forward leisurely, the strap extending until it finally meets a neck.

Jungkook rounds the corner, leashed, gagged and stripped down to his underwear. He’s breathing past the rope in his mouth, drool running down his chin with every pant. His eyes are lidded, but flickering around the room without pause. In front of him, his hands are bound together with a chunky rope. You know Hoseok well enough to sense that this setup is intended to look primitive, animalistic.

He grins, carefully tugging Jungkook closer to his side by his throat, the younger man shorter than him thanks to his heavy boots providing some advantage. “I caught a sub for us to play with,” he announces casually, like he’d returned from a weekend hunting trip. “Y/n, clear the table.”

Jumping up, you rush to shift Jin’s water bottle, the TV remote, and some of Namjoon’s stationery off the low coffee table, dumping them on the main dining room table between the couches and the kitchen.

When you turn back, the final member of the party has come into view. Yoongi has a camera in his hands, eyes tracking the screen as he centres it on a squirmy Jungkook being lowered back-down onto the coffee table. The doctor watches the screen with a lopsided smirk as he leans in close.

Not that you’re complaining, rushing back to the couch and almost sitting down before you catch yourself and fold at the knees on the carpet again. This position puts you at eye level to Jungkook’s heaving chest, back arched up slightly off the table.

“Are you gonna be good for us, little bunny? Let us play with you?”

Jungkook remains silent at Hoseok’s words to your surprise, even as he wriggles on the table and a hiccuped breath bubbles from behind the gag. He does, however, nod furiously, gaze pleading. He looks painfully hard, stretching the cotton of his underwear taut. You can’t blame him, feeling hot between your thighs yourself.

Hoseok spreads his legs wide around the coffee table, looming over Jungkook. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves a delicate chain, hanging from which are two metal clamps. Your own chest aches at the sight, Hoseok swinging them lazily with his Master’s grin. “Starting off so quiet, huh? Cat got your tongue? Let’s see if we can change that.”

Jungkook huffs a breath again, squeezing his eyes shut and stomping a single bare foot dully against the carpet. He refuses to make any real noise, even as Hoseok sits on his thighs, flicking clinically at Jungkook’s nipples to make them perk up. He squirms, trying to rock Hoseok off of him, but bites down hard enough on the gag that you can see a vein pop in his neck when the metal teeth close their jaws around him at his most sensitive points.

He’s breathing heavily, head shaking back and forth not in discontent but in overwhelming sensation, foot thumping. “Still nothing?” the dom above him questions, but all he gets in response is a weak gurgle.

“Well, then,” Hoseok announces, lifting back up off Jungkook with a sigh, “I guess I’ll need backup.” He glances up and smirks at you before his gaze is directed to the gentlemen in the room. “Give him a go. If he makes a noise, he’ll fail his prompt. Isn’t it getting to that point in the competition where it’s time for a little strategy?”

A sharp exhale leaves Jungkook’s noise as he glares accusingly at Hoseok, bound hands curled into fists. The dom bends down above him, a teasing look of sympathy on his face. “Oh, poor Kookie; thought I was helping you. I’m not going to let you fuck Y/n until you can take the others without a peep. If you don’t want this, just safeword out. You know the drill.”

Jungkook’s eyes steel, he grits his teeth around the gag, but doesn’t make any moves or noises. The only motion is the semi-regular heaving of his chest.

“I see,” Hoseok sings, “you don’t want to end this because you really think you’ll win, don’t you? Let’s see how far you last.” He sets his sights to the oldest. “Jin-hyung, you’re up first.”

Seokjin seems surprised to be called up, but he gets up off the couch willingly and approaches the sprawled out sub, letting his broad palm run lightly up Jungkook’s side. The younger sucks in a breath at the feathery contact but his body leans into it, seeking Jin out.

“What should we do with you?” Jin murmurs under his breath, almost like he’s thinking aloud. He lets his fingers trail over Jungkook’s mouth, breathing a laugh when the boy’s lips twitch, unable to respond like wants to.

To your surprise, Jin makes his way back down again, and settles on his knees, Jungkook’s thighs splayed on either side of him. “Let’s get this pesky thing off,” he comments absentmindedly as he removes Jungkook’s underwear one leg at a time.

The moment the elastic slips below Jungkook’s waistline, his cock slips out and smacks audibly on his lean lower abdomen. If you strain your ears you think you can hear the beginning rumbles of a growl, but the sub suppresses it, thighs clenching.

Jin doesn’t allow him to lock up, instead gripping at the flesh and tugging him further down the table, pushing up to fold Jungkook’s legs. He’s spread open unceremoniously, fully bared to the therapist.

Right as you expect Jin to lower his mouth to Jungkook’s aching erection, he goes lower, and Jungkook’s back leaves the table at the exact second you see a flash of pink.

Jin teases Jungkook’s rim, alternating long laps that almost reach his balls to pointed plunges inside his hole. The younger man is whiteknuckled, breathing heavily through his nose and flexing his pelvis - whether to escape or to seek more out, you don’t think even he knows.

The eldest in the house is an expert with his tongue. You’ve experienced it firsthand, and you feel yourself dampening at the memory of it. In Jungkook’s silence you’re left with the obscene wet sounds coming from Jin’s ministrations as he enthusiastically eats him out, occasionally pausing to nip at the paler flesh of his inner thighs.

Yoongi still remains close, perched on the edge of the couch with the camera leaned in close. His lids are heavy but beneath them his gaze is sharp with focus. He’s taking his role as cameraman seriously, hands steady.

Hoseok has Jungkook’s leash in-hand, standing above so Jungkook doesn’t forget his presence, his role. You shift slightly, wishing that attention was being spent on you, but equally aroused to be the observer. The others on the couches above you are clearly just as invested as you are. Jimin’s hand has stilled in your hair, half-gripping the nape of your neck as he watches Jungkook’s expression intently.

Jin’s slurping at him now, leaving behind all manners to focus on Jungkook’s erogenous zone, but still the boy manages to hold back his noise. His cock twitches on his stomach, precum the only physical sign of his arousal beyond the way his body can’t sit still.

Eventually Jin growls between Jungkook’s legs and comes up for air, a displeased look on his face. “Bunny really does want to keep his lips locked, hm? If you’re going to be rude and hold back your precious sounds, then I’m certainly not going to give you an orgasm.” Jungkook pouts through the gag, fingers curling and uncurling in frustration, but Jin is already wiping his mouth and sitting back down, knocking Taehyung on the shoulder. “Have at ‘im, kid. He’s a stubborn one.”

“Come on, Jungkookie,” Taehyung chirps, hopping up with a considerable pep. “You’ll be a good boy and moan for, won’t you? I’ll touch you so nicely.”

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook has nothing to say for himself, but when Taehyung comes close he wraps his ankles around the masseuse’s waist and brings him even closer.

Tae’s attempt is making use of his golden hands. He sits on the edge of the coffee table, Jungkook’s legs dangling up and over his thighs, spitting into his palms.

The younger’s whole body seizes up when his length is enveloped by two wet hands, pumping him with the kind of intensity that would otherwise have him crying out for more. While his body certainly keens up, his voice remains dormant, hair sticking to his forehead and temples with sweat.

If you could hear Seokjin rimming Jungkook, Taehyung jerking him off is deafening, the rhythmic sound echoing in the room with no other noise to muddle it. Taehyung grins at the volume of it, his biceps flexing past his sleeveless tee.

“I wonder what your viewers are saying right now, Kookie,” he teases, not pausing his thorough movements for a split second, “turning up their speakers, their headphones, wondering why they can’t hear their gorgeous boy moan for them. They must be so disappointed. You don’t want to let them down, do you? You don’t want to let us down?”

Jungkook’s legs wiggle in frustration, his eyes clenched so tightly shut that his lashes barely peek through. His hips won’t stop rocking into Taehyung’s fist, and it looks like he might be close. Just as his nostrils flare and the huffed breathing picks up the pace, Taehyung lets out a frustrated growl - no doubt played up for dramatic effect - and takes his hands off, giving the glistening cock a single smack.

Jungkook jerks like he’s been electrocuted, but instead of making a noise, he throws his head back, knocking it against the table to express his need.

Having successfully edged the camboy, Taehyung lets his annoyed persona drop with a grin, glancing up at the cameraman. “If he’s not going to moan for us, why don’t we put his mouth to better use?”

With a resound agreement, Yoongi moves around, Taehyung happily untying the soaked gag and letting it drop to the floor. Jungkook’s first move is to close his jaw and wet his lips, but Taehyung only gives him a moment’s respite before he’s hooking two fingers behind his upper teeth, opening his mouth up again, ready to receive. It takes very little navigating to get Jungkook’s head tipped slightly over the upper edge of the coffee table so that his rounded lips are in better line with a kneeling Yoongi. The latter keeps both hands steady on the livestreaming camera as Taehyung unzips his jeans for him, guiding the tip of his cock into Jungkook’s awaiting mouth.

Yoongi lets out an indulgent sigh when he slowly buries himself to the halfway, Jungkook’s lips stretching. Taehyung leans down to Jungkook’s left and gives the younger no warning before he’s lifting off the closest nipple clamp, bending in to soothe the blooming red with his tongue.

Jungkook gurgles around Yoongi’s cock but any noise that may have escaped is muffled. Neither man seems to mind, Yoongi slowly and carefully fucking Jungkook’s mouth hands-free, groaning at the feeling of his throat relaxing and periodically swallowing around him.

For a few moments, the rest of you watch in thick, aroused silence as Yoongi gradually picks up the pace, Jungkook drooling hopelessly and pressing his thighs together as Taehyung turns to the second clamp and gives that aching nipple the same sloppy treatment.

Yoongi’s groans begin to deepen into grunts as his hips loose their rhythm slightly, and he has to take one hand off the camera to prop himself up on the table, Jungkook’s throat bobbing as he sucks the doctor off. Yoongi spills into Jungkook’s throat enough that it floods his mouth, slipping out the corners. He pants, praising Jungkook. Once he slips his cock out, Jungkook swallows again and lets out a dopey sigh, eyes hazy. Still, the only sound out of his throat is laboured breathing.

The tension racks up a notch when Taehyung gasps, giving one last teasing flick of his tongue before he jumps up and grabs Namjoon. The academic is tugged to the foot of the table with wide eyes.

Taehyung reaches down Jungkook’s legs and slips a finger inside casually, hoping to catch the younger off guard. Sadly, his breath only hitches before he’s rocking his hips back into the touch, gasping and letting the masseuse finger him open two and then three fingers at a time.

“You just need a big cock to fuck you dumb, don’t you, Jungkook,” Taehyung wonders aloud. “That’ll loosen your lips. Namjoon?”

Namjoon hesitates, even with the sizeable tent in his pants. From his knees, perfectly poised between Jungkook’s open legs, he glances up at Hoseok for guidance.

The master bends down to Jungkook’s ear, tucking his hair behind it before lowering his voice to a whisper. “Just pinch him if you don’t want it, Jungkook. Real hard; give him something to write home about.”

Jungkook’s lip bite and shuffle closer is a clear signal that he does, in fact, want it. Namjoon swallows hard and takes out his swollen length, the tip an angry purplish-red.

When he aligns himself at Jungkook’s entrance, Namjoon pauses once more, but the boy nods hastily, toes curling, and he gives in to his desire.

Post-orgasm, Yoongi’s slow to move down to get the shot, and by the time he focuses in on their union, Namjoon is buried deep inside Jungkook, his hands clasping the camboy’s hips tightly. He groans, pulls out almost all the way, and snaps up again.

The breath is punched out of Jungkook but he quickly sends his hands up and bites down hard on his knuckles.

Hoseok lets out a laugh, smacking him once on his already-pink chest. “That’s a good boy. Don’t hold it back, now, let it out.”

Jungkook refuses, however, muffling himself with intention as Namjoon fucks him in earnest, every stroke rocking him on the table. You find yourself unable to sit still as you take in the sight. At perfect eye-level to watch his cock disappear into Jungkook, you grow even needier and restless.

How much more did Jungkook have to withstand before he could fuck you? How long before anyone fucked you? Your eyes focus in hazily on the blissed-out look on Jungkook’s face, and you adjust your position so that your right heel falls perfectly between your thighs. It provides a small amount of much-needed friction, and you rock your hips in time with every deep thrust.

Namjoon is finally comfortable and in his element, and you can imagine just how much ecstasy Jungkook is holding back behind the hand stuffed in his mouth. You wish to hear it, too, betting that every viewer on the livestream is wanting much the same.

This time, Jungkook is being jostled around so much that nobody sees how close he’s getting before he shoots his load in an arcing line up over his chest, spattering as high as his neck and chin. He makes a strangled, choking noise, and thrashes around so much that Hoseok bends down hastily and slips a hand behind his head to ensure he doesn’t hurt himself.

Still, he bites down and bears it without a noise.

From behind you, Jimin clicks his tongue and huffs. “Amateur hour,” he announces dryly and leaves you with a pat to the head. Pretending to ignore Hoseok and Namjoon’s stares (the latter slowing down his thrusts and panting himself, the white coating his cock indicating he’s met his end too), Jimin crouches down and presses his lips to Jungkook’s ear, resting a single hand on his spent and softening cock.

He whipsers something, a few syllables of which sound suspiciously like your name, and then it happens.

Jungkook lets out a guttural, unintentional whimper, clapping his hand over his mouth too late to stop it.

Hoseok scowls at Jimin, who stands back up dripping in self-satisfaction, and returns to his place, bending down to press a kiss on your temple, like he’s staking his claim over both the sub and the servant.

Having lost his challenge, Jungkook whines and reaches down to gently crade his own length, curling up. “‘S cheating,” he complains, but Hoseok is turning his focus back onto the boy, checking over the red marks left behind by the clamps. “Hobi-hyung, ‘s not fair.”

“You did well, Kookie,” the dom coos, helping him sit up carefully, untying his wrists. “Hyung’s got you.”

As Jungkook sighs out his simultaneous disappointment and deep physical satisfaction, you fight a frown. The heat still burns between your legs, unquenched, yet nobody is paying you any mind. You’d been promised Jungkook once he passed his trials, and at the last moment that promise was taken from you.

You turn, looking up at Jimin with pleading eyes. “What about me?” you whine with a pout, propping your chin up on his knee.

He shrugs. “What about you?”

Your frown deepens. “Do I not get anything?”

Jimin’s brow lowers, making your stomach drop. “We have the generosity to let you watch while you’re on punishment and still it’s not enough for you? That’s awfully ungrateful, little mouse.”

Mouth dropping open, you turn to Hoseok, knowing if one of them thought one way, the other was sure to disagree. Much to your disappointment, he continues stroking Jungkook’s back and stares at you with an even expression. “Perhaps if Jungkookie held out,” he states flatly. “But he hasn’t earned you, and you’re certainly in no place to earn anything else. Why don’t you go get Jungkook some fresh water?”

“Hoseo-”

“Y/n,” he cuts through firmly, though not unkindly, “we decide whether you deserve pleasure or not for the rest of these twenty-four hours. Do you want to get on our good side or not? Think very carefully.”

You bite your tongue, scowl, and eventually get up to retrieve a bottle of refrigerated water for Jungkook to sip at.

For the rest of the day, you’re an errand monkey for most of the men in the house. They’re never outwardly rude or extreme about it, pushing you just enough to make it a punishment and an inconvenience without angering you.

It seems that, despite this golden opportunity, the impending elimination has not left their minds entirely. While you have to follow their every command, you ultimately will have the power tomorrow to punish them right back should they take things too far.

So you run back and forth, fetching snacks and drinks, folding Jin’s laundry, keeping count of Jungkook’s reps in the gym, washing the dishes after dinner for Yoongi.

The French maid outfit makes you feel stupid for the first few hours; the hem never sits below your ass properly, and the lace gets in the way. After a while, however, you tune it out, and take the time doing mundane tasks to observe the guys.

Jungkook and Hoseok spend the day pinned to each other’s sides, the former growing needy and clingy, Hoseok all too happy to indulge him. In the late afternoon, Taehyung goes over to Yoongi in the kitchen and questions him about the cooking process. Soon, Yoongi is patiently instructing him through every step of a basic spam fried rice with vegetables, the masseuse focused in until moments of triumph make him beam and cheer.

Jimin takes a nap outside soon after dinner, with the sun still keeping the air warm but mild under the shade of the patio. Namjoon, wandering around the house with a deck of flashcards, sees him and quietly tiptoes around the blue-haired man to drape a blanket over him. He remains close to the windows for an hour or two, keeping an eye on him until he wakes up.

Jin, who calls on you most during the day, is in a quiet mood. The comfortable kind of quiet where he’ll request your help on a simple job, and then take his time sitting with you, folding a single sock at a time to drag it out.

You don’t talk much together, but it’s nice to just be in his company. When you get sleepy, he commands you go upstairs and chill out for a bit, winking at you fondly as you go.

If you take advantage of the command to stay locked away for the rest of the night to avoid more demands, nobody interrupts you. Instead, you have a long bath early on and lay in bed, winding down after a strange weekend. Both yesterday and today have blurred together in your mind because of your early morning trip to Sejin’s van, and the upcoming meeting feels both overdue and premature.

You scroll on Twitter for a bit, comforted to see that the public consensus seems to be as divided as you are on who to eliminate, and it’s jarring to see clips of yourself and the others from alien angles posted for all to see. Knowing you’re being filmed is one thing, but it becomes easy to mentally sideline, and seeing compromising videos and images of yourself with the guys takes you a moment to process and get used to.

You spend longer than you’d like to admit curled up under the blanket, reading through opinions of viewers, some incoherent keysmashes and others length threads analysing your every interaction. You see some focusing on the moments shared between two or three specific guys, others that are centered around you and one other of them. Countless accounts seem to be made for or at least themed exclusively around the show you’re on, and you go down a rabbit hole until you feel even more confused than you were before you investigated.

Though it may be foolish, you set your alarm for tomorrow and decide it isn’t a decision you have to make for another few hours at least. Monday Y/n can deal with that choice. Sunday Y/n is fighting a yawn every minute, and you figure it’s best to just give in, settling in for a long night’s sleep.

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