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Washed Away

Nessian, 2.9k, Rated T

A/N: This is based on the moment in ACOWAR when Nesta admits that she can’t take baths anymore because of Hybern. I wanted Cassian to help her out with her fear.

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Nesta stared at the tub filled with an ankle deep of water. Her breath came out shaky, causing small waves to form over the surface. A towel wrapped around her skin, and the fabric irritatingly rubbed against her body. She knew there was no possibility of submerging herself in the water, two buckets were already filled beside it, but she wanted to try dipping her foot in. Just for a bit. Feyre had already contracted someone to install a shower, but it wasn’t going to be finished for another two weeks. Thus, Nesta continued her routine of using buckets.

Inside, Nesta knew she must look ridiculous, for she was staring at a seemingly empty bathtub. There was nothing in that water that would hurt her, not something that shallow at least. She would lift her leg and dip a toe, nothing more. That would be enough. All of her muscles seemed locked in place as her mind urged her leg to twitch towards the water. She could barely breathe the longer she stared, her thoughts circling around the image of Elain being shoved in those waters, not knowing whether her sister or a corpse would escape. Those moments when Nesta could hear her own heart thundering in her chest, even without Fae hearing. Then, Nesta’s thoughts raced to her own drowning. The tight grip of the Hybern soldiers’s hands on her body. The rage coursing through her as she pointed her finger. The flooding of her lungs—

“By the Cauldron! I am so sorry!”

Nesta whipped around faster than one could winnow to see Cassian standing in the doorway.

“What. The hell. Cassian.”

He was already retreating out the door, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m sorry Nesta. I thought—‘

“Did no one ever teach you to knock when there’s a closed door?”

“I’m sorry—“

“Closed, Cassian, the door was closed.” Her breathing came out incredibly ragged, and she practically shrieked, “Get out!”

She turned with every ounce of dignity she had left.

“What are those?”

Her voice came out very clipped. “What do you mean, what are those?”

His silence stretched on between them, daring her to turn around. She only allowed her head to graze over her shoulder before she saw he was not looking anywhere near her. Instead, his gaze locked on the buckets on the floor, and his eyes showed where his thoughts were going.

“Cassian. I said get out,” she snarled at him as she turned to face him fully.

“Nesta, are those—“

“They’re nothing,” she breathed, losing all courage from before, “Just leave.”

His head nodded at the order, still not looking at her as he left, lost in his own mind. When he closed the door, she walked over to check the lock and rested her back against the wall. Cassian’s interruption dragged more fight out of her than she thought it would, and she couldn’t motivate herself to even approach the tub let alone dip her toes. Her fight mellowed the longer she stood there, and she slid to the floor.

Too damn weak. She felt so inadequate that she couldn’t even stand. Everything seemed unnecessary beyond her inability to clean herself. Last time she washed was yesterday. She hadn’t done anything strenuous today, so she could wait. She could wait until tomorrow when she would have to wrestle with herself all over again to enter the bathroom and fill the buckets. When she drenched herself in their water, she would always hold her breath and move as quickly as possible. Her record was six bucketfuls, she didn’t think she could handle anything beyond that.

The water was surely cold by now, and as she stood to empty it, her legs shook. Plunging her hand into the tub for the drain, her eyes closed and she felt two silent tears slowly run down her face. The gurgling of the water was the only noise for a while until she heaved the buckets up to drain in the bath as well. Her towel somehow stayed snug against her body the whole time, and she hid the pails under the sink before leaving the room. Where she saw a hulking bat sitting across the hallway from her.

His lips moved as if to speak, but Nesta shot him a glare and practically ran to her room. She heard him follow her, but she just moved faster before slamming her door in his face.

As quickly as she could, she disrobed and dressed herself as he sighed on the other side.

“Nesta—“ he paused, as if wondering if she was going to let him continue—“I’m sorry about earlier. I was debriefing Rhys downstairs and was walking backwards into the door. I didn’t see it was closed. My apologies.”

She could hear him turning to walk away, but for whatever cauldron-damned reason, she opened her door.

“You weren’t there.”

His back strained at her words and his wings hitched slightly.

“Nesta, you know that ever since Hy—“

“Not there. I know there’s nothing you could have done. I don’t think you do, but that’s for another time.”

He was facing her now, and his jaw worked as if he were going to say something. She held up her hand. “Let me finish. You weren’t at the meeting with Graysen.” She took a deep breath, somehow this private admission a million times harder than the one that she made so long ago. “Your eyes were on those buckets, and your thoughts seemed to be working faster than your mind could handle. So I, ah, guess you should hear it from me before you draw your own conclusions. Taking a bath is pretty difficult after —“ she gestured pathetically with her arms—“everything. Feyre’s getting a, what do you call it? A shower installed. It’ll be another two weeks, so I use buckets instead of a bath. I wanted to see if I could dip my feet today, or at least my toes,” she sighed, “turns out I’m a little too pathetic for even that.”

She didn’t realize that she never once looked at him the whole time, but when she did, his face was completely stricken with devastation. Her fingers scratched behind her ear, and she attempted to walk past him.

“Nesta.” His hand was on her arm and his gaze was intense. “Nothing about your situation is pathetic. We share at lot of sexual jokes, but I’m serious when I say I have a shower at my house that you can use in the mean time. If you need to. Want to.”

She’d never admit how grateful she was at his offer, but the look in his eyes showed that maybe he could feel her relief. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Their gazes locked for a moment longer, before she turned to leave and his hand left her arm.


At Ritas that evening, the whole inner circle enjoyed a night out including Elain and Nesta. All together, they shared a few drinks though Nesta drank less than everyone and sat completely erect on a barstool. Their group swayed along to whatever tempo they pleased while Nesta stared amazed that even Amren joined in their revelry. Looking at them all, she knew she could join them, in fact, they’d already encouraged her multiple times. Cassian never directly asked her once, but his eyes skirted over to hers almost too often. As if now that she told him her fear, she would shatter if left to her own devices.

Nesta slowly nursed her water at his excessiveness until the prick behind her shoved into her the bar.

“Excuse—“ Nesta started as she turned around.

Her voice was drowned out by the fighting males behind her. And the full mug of ale that completely drenched her outfit. There was no time to become angry at her sodden state. The fighting pair continued as though nothing happened, and Nesta just stared at herself mouth agape.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY.”

Nesta looked up at that.

Cassian stood with his arms erect, breaking up the fight. His words were hushed between the two swaying drunks. Whatever he said calmed them, and his main tactic seemed to be forcing them to break eye contact by repeatedly claiming “look at me”. Nesta heard him say it so much that she didn’t realize he was saying it to her until she looked up.

His eyes were inches from her face and stared at her with concern. “There you are.” He gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. I wasn’t in that fight,” she hummed, “Can you get out of my face?”

He moved as if he just now realized their proximity and skirted his gaze down her dress. With his raised eyebrows, she couldn’t help but look too. “Nesta, I’d always thought I’d see you wet, but these were not quite the circumstances I was imagining.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped for a second time that evening. “Is there a real reason you came over here? Or did you just want to make some poorly timed innuendos and have to disrupt that fight to do it?”

“If you must know—” he leaned in close again—“your damp state seemed like you were going to need to wash.”

Nesta froze. She had not thought about that part of her evening yet.

“And I thought maybe you’d…want to come to my place.” The last words came so fast that she almost thought she misheard him. Almost. Which was why her response felt like too much.

“Fine. But you’re not allowed any more innuendos.”

He put his hands up in defense but wore a grin of satisfaction before leading the way out.

Not a word was spoken between them as they winded through the streets of Velaris. Nesta’s anxiety grew the longer they walked. From an outsider perspective, their situation would look promiscuous as he took her home, but there was nothing sexual about their silence. They weaved their way through town, down alleys, and Nesta could’ve sworn they‘d cross the Sidra twice. The peace shared between them seemed so delicate that Nesta had no desire to break it, especially since Cassian was offering so much to let her use his shower. A slight breeze passed, and Nesta’s dress, clinging to her body now that it was soaked, caused her to shiver.

She could feel Cassian look at her out of the corner of his eye and almost snapped. Tear him apart for taking them in a seemingly pointless journey through Velaris when there had to be a better route. Her mouth opened slightly to voice—

“Here we are,” Cassian gestured to a single brick townhouse, identical to all the others on the street. To Nesta’s surprise, every window had a lush garden growing in boxes underneath them. Cassian walked up the stairs, and Nesta stared at his back without really seeing it.

“Do all Illyrians in this city live in townhouses?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian jangled his keys, and Nesta began to ascend the stairs after him. “At least we’re not compensating for anything—” he turned to wink at her—“But considering there’s only three of us, yes we all do.”

Nesta scoffed at that and stepped aside as Cassian opened the door. As though he forgot she was there, he stumbled into his home without any bravado, not even turning on a light, and lightly made his away upstairs.

“Nesta, there’s definitely no water out there. If you would like to enjoy the particulars of indoor plumbing, you’ll need to follow me to the bedroom,” he called as he turned towards her.

“We agreed on no innuendos.”

“And there has yet to be one. The only bathroom with a shower here is upstairs—“ he turned back around—“So my offer still stands, but you’ll need to enter the room where I sleep.”

Nesta padded up after him.


His bathroom was huge. Everything in it was built to accommodate wings, making it all three times larger than necessary. What she assumed was his shower had three spigots each with two handles underneath. Cassian left her there unceremoniously, and she’d already stripped herself bare. Though she claimed she would be fine, there were too many levers and the water shot down in a pounding waves so hard that Nesta immediately turned it off, scared of its power. She cracked the door open.

“Cassian,” she practically whispered as if he’d be right inside his bedroom. No response.

“Cassian.” Much louder.

Footsteps sounded from downstairs, and she waited for his approach. She felt like an uncivilized idiot who couldn’t even learn how to use a freaking shower.

Someone tapped lightly on the door. “Can I come in, Nesta?” he sounded incredibly tired on the other side. She let him in.

“I don’t know how to work the shower,” she stated, “I mean I don’t know how to make the water more tolerable.”

He just stared at her. “Is the rain okay?”

“What?”

“You’ve been out in the rain since the cauldron. Is the rain okay?”

She thought back to memories of such gloomy weather and nodded. With those directions, he turned some dials on the faucets and spun the handles so water came out.

“That should feel like a light storm. If all three are too much, just use the one in the middle. The knobs underneath control the water temperature.”

A wave of exhaustion passed through her so strong that she had nothing to remind him that she knew how to turn it on. She left it at, “Thank you.”

As he left, he called, “When you’re done, just come get me to bring you home. I’ll be downstairs.”

She nodded before he turned and walked away. The bathroom that once seemed huge, now appeared tiny. Nothing in that room mattered except for the dripping water. Nesta stared at it a little, astonished that Cassian had been so generous throughout this whole situation. After so many years in that hovel, she was trained not to waste water, no matter how much she wished she could just stare at it and be clean. The towel dropped to the floor as she caught a waft of her beer-ladder self. Tentatively, she raised her arm and let the water cascade down. She could stop herself whenever she felt, but she chose to step over the tiny ledge on the floor anyway.

The sensation of all that water hitting her at once was too much. The warmth of it enveloping her to a point of choking that she blindly grasped for the faucet on her right, shutting the flow off immediately. On her other side, she fumbled more, but still managed to find it rather quickly. Above her, water came at a calming, leisurely rate. She closed her eyes. It’s just rain. It’s just rain. It’s just rain.

Her breathing slowed, slightly.

She could do this.

She’d already stood there for longer than those buckets could ever drench her. That thought though, forced herself to exit the stream. Her toes remained wet. She couldn’t help but think of only a few hours ago when she’d restrained from even putting her foot in the water. A sharp laugh escaped her.

Lathering herself in soap and washing multiple times, Nesta could only stand in the water for maybe a minute at a time before believing the shower a rainstorm washed away. All in all, she stayed there for maybe seven minutes. A short wash for anyone else, but the longest Nesta had had in months. Though they’d won the war, this felt like  Nesta’s largest victory. Cassian’s towel felt like velvet as she wrapped herself in it, wondering if she just thought that way because of the significance of her evening.

Outside, folded neatly on the bed, were a small stack of clothes meant for her. She quietly wandered downstairs to find Cassian. As she passed through his living room, she thought maybe he was in the kitchen only to find it empty. Rather, after some insistent searching, she found him curled on the couch, his wings forming a cocoon in place of blanket, making it appear as though he never meant to fall asleep.

His face seemed peaceful, more so than she had maybe ever seen it. After everything he had done for her tonight, he deserved some rest. She found a blanket and draped him in it before realizing that with his hulking form, there was really no place for her to sleep down here. Scrambling back up the stairs was her only option. First, she opened the door across the hall from his room, hoping to find a guest suite, but it was an office filled with maps and strategies. Which meant her only option was his bed. It felt like a personal intrusion, but the more exhausted part of her mind reminded her she’d already used his shower, so why not surrender to the comforts of his sheets.

Immediately, his scent invaded her nose the tighter she tucked herself in, but she found it intoxicating. A depressant stronger than any alcohol consumed that evening. She pulled the sheets tightly, almost feeling like Cassian was there with her. After almost no time at all, she fell asleep, her dreams filled with not a single drop of water.

In the morning, Cassian woke her up by poking her shoulder. They’d shared a small smile before he walked her home, and again neither of them said anything until they reached Rhys’s home where Nesta thanked him. Then, kissed him on the cheek, an action that surprised them both.

No matter how much shock there was though, Cassian welcomed her to his home for showers every day before Feyre got one installed. And thankfully never commented when she occasionally stopped in after it was.

First Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Dean meet at a bar and have a moment.

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Suggestive Content, just good fun :)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s “Do it Like Dean” challenge. I got the prompt: “You can call me Dean.” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed!!



There was a first time for everything, right?

At least that’s what I told myself as I walked around the pool table, my eyes transfixed on a pair of green ones. Usually, I wasn’t one to just go for it after a couple of hours of knowing the person, but after a few drinks and a lot of sexual tension while playing pool, I threw all logic out the window.

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ectoplasmictoast  asked:

Your taking requests for non anon then? If not ignore this! Can you do an imagine for the rfa finding out mc used to be really wild and crazy in her teens/college. Like going to parties/clubs, getting super drunk, having lots of sex, maybe smoking pot/doing other drugs if your comfortable with it. And like she still drinks and parties but responsibly now as she realized she was getting out of hand and got help if she needed it.

Typically, they’d all have the same reaction, “Don’t worry, it’s in the past. I’m really happy you’re getting better now. If you need help with anything, I’ll be there” or something along those lines.

SO I thought it’d be more interesting to write situations revolving around these habits! ^O^ Turned out pretty well I think~ I hope you’ll still like it

–R.I.

Warning: Themes of Drinking/Drugs Check [Here] for the angst I had originally wanted to write for V!

Request Killing: 3/30


Yoosung

  • He was really fascinated that you were one of those people… the ones “cool” enough to go to those college parties and clubs. He himself had never been to one—he hardly socialized with anyone outside of his classes or the RFA, since he just didn’t feel up to it after his cousin had died…
  • Besides, his mother would’ve killed him if he tried.
  • Still, as his college graduation grew nearer and nearer, he began to wonder what it would be like to go to a party.
  • Naturally, the first person who came to mind was you, who had tons of experience.
  • It had surprised you that night when he called, asking, “MC… could you do me a favour? You know how I’m graduating soon, right…?”
  • To which you replied, “Uh, yeah?”
  • “Umm, well, actually, I’ve never been to a college party or anything… And I just feel like I’d be missing a part of my college experience if I didn’t at least go to one, you know?”
  • “And you’re telling me this why?”
  • “Besides, I’m old enough and I could definitely take care of myself, so it’d be safe. So I was wondering, MC… could you help me into a-”
  • Oh, now you saw where this was going. You sighed, cutting him off. “Sorry, I don’t think I can help.” You could practically hear him deflate over the phone, but you continued, “Well, I’m not even in college anymore. I can’t get you into a party without having an invitation to one. But I can take you to a club… You think you could handle it?”
  • He agreed without having a single clue what he was getting into.
  • That night at the club was one of the scariest in his life! (Oh, so dramatic, Yoosung…) There were hands randomly groping at his body every now and then, the strobe lights were waaay too flashy, and everyone around him was drunk!
  • Even worse, there were some scary-looking macho men who kept eyeing him the whole time, and Yoosung swore they were plotting his murder! (Actually, they were checking him out because he looked like such a cute, innocent puppy who was lost.)

Zen

  • Although you mentioned that you had already moved past the wild partying stage, he never stopped worrying about your drinking habits.
  • Being a smoker, he knew how difficult it was to get over an addiction, and he worried if you would have a relapse—especially since the sudden lack of partying and high sexual activity, which previously served as your ‘high,’ were likely to mentally cause you stress
  • And that stress could lead to you drinking more and more…
  • Unfortunately, his fears came true. You had asked Zen to take you to your dentist appointment, but when he came to pick you up, you didn’t answer the door. Or his calls. He quickly called Seven, who said he hadn’t seen you come out of the apartment that day and ended up instructing Zen how to pick the lock.
  • When he finally got in, he found you slumped across the couch, with a bottle of Advil laying on the ground next to you. Zen quickly figured you had been trying to relieve yourself of a morning hangover, only to pass out… For what reason you fainted, he had no idea, but he took you to the hospital immediately.
  • He stayed there for a few hours, missing a rehearsal so that you wouldn’t be alone when you finally woke up, went through check-ups, and could go home.
  • On the way back, you apologized profusely to him, explaining that you had drank too much the night before, and in your drunken state, tried to drink more to ease the pain, only for it to worsen. Before you could even try Advil for pain relief, you’d passed out on the couch.
  • He was silent for a long time after hearing the story, and you avoided looking in his direction, feeling the disappointment radiating from him.
  • “W-well, it’s not like you’re innocent either. I mean, you smoke a lot,” you spoke up, feeling defensive.
  • He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and you turned back to face him. Zen didn’t speak, but he was staring into your eyes with a burning intensity. You gulped subconsciously, worried what he would say.
  • “Then, if I give up smoking, will you give up drinking?” he whispered, so softly you almost didn’t catch it.
  • You hadn’t been able to reply at the time, still a bit surprised by the intensity of his gaze, but you were able to nod. He frowned a bit at how quickly you responded without thinking, and lifted his pinky finger, surprising you even more.
  • “Pinky promise?” he asked, looking almost shy.
  • You linked your pinky finger with his, holding back a smile from how childish he looked at the moment.
  • Albeit with difficulty at first, the two of you held to that promise.

Jaehee

  • With her clipboard in hand and her glasses gleaming, Jaehee Kang stood in front of all the RFA members, taking a commanding pose.
  • “We should set a few ground rules for the party tonight. Yoosung, don’t run away from the guests when they try to talk to you—remember, you’re a host, you’re supposed to promote our event. Zen, avoid excessive flirting with our guests. Jumin, don’t talk about Elizabeth the 3rd. Seven, don’t eat all the food. And MC,” she finally addressed you, directing her glare at you too. “Maximum two drinks, but otherwise, no drinking.”
  • “Yes, sir!” everyone shouted, saluting Jaehee.
  • The clipboard in her hand suddenly crumbled to pieces on the floor. “SIR?” she demanded, appalled.
  • You all squeaked in terror, “Y-yes, ma’am!”
  • “That’s what I thought,” she replied coolly, then walked away.
  • Beside you, Yoosung whispered, “Jaehee gets really uptight about the RFA parties… It’s all for the sake of its success, of course. But you should really listen to her orders… if you want to live, that is.”
  • You kept that in mind throughout the night, as you walked around to greet everyone who attended, making small talk.
  • You made a mistake talking to the Wine Owner, Yoonsung Kim, however, as you were soon caught up in a drinking battle.
  • Jaehee noticed how people were suddenly crowding the drinks area, and was shocked to find you downing multiple shots despite her warning. Holding in her anger, she kept a smile on her face as she squeezed through the guests and ‘lightly’ dragged you away.
  • She ignored all your slurred, drunken speech, shoving a bottle of water in your direction and forcing you to drink it instead. “What were you thinking, MC?!” she demanded angrily.
  • You huffed, still tipsy. “All you care about is the RFA party. Everyone was having fun, so it’s fine! Nothing bad happened!” you protested.
  • A hurt look flashed across her face. “You think that’s what I’m mad about…?” she said quietly, her lips quivering. Her voice slowly raised as she began to shout at you, “This entire time, I’ve been worried for your health! Yes, it could’ve caused a scandal. Yes, it could’ve ruined the party. But that doesn’t matter at all… If you drank too much and got alcohol poisoning, you could’ve died! I WOULD’VE LOST MY BEST FRIEND!
  • Her words were like a cold waterfall washing over you. You couldn’t find the right words—gosh, you barely even remembered what you had just said to her. But Jaehee Kang, who was normally so serious, was on the verge of tears right now.
  • “I-I’m sorry.” That was all you could say. “I promise I’ll pay more attention from now on… I’m sorry…”
  • Her pained expression and passionate speech would flash through your mind every time you eyed alcoholic drinks ever since, and you made sure to put a safe limit of shots whenever you did allow yourself to drink.
  • Well. It wasn’t long until Jaehee introduced you to the wonders of coffee instead. Let’s just hope you don’t get addicted to caffeine, now. You doubted Jaehee would be convincing enough to drag you out of that, especially since she loved it so much, herself…

Jumin

  • He had been a little pouty since he found out that you’ve had a lot of sexual experiences already. But he couldn’t really argue back, since he wasn’t exactly innocent either.
  • Still, he was also a bit envious that you’d had what appeared to be a fun, social life. The kind of “social life” Jumin had experienced in his childhood and youth was very different from yours, where everyone interacted for the sake of successful business.
  • He was very interested in hearing your stories, fascinated by the differences of college parties versus the formal parties he had attended. From the people’s behaviour to the touching formalities to the dancing, it was opposite to everything Jumin was used to. He was also glad, considering his possessiveness, that you hardly attended those kinds of outings anymore.
  • “If you’re so interested, want me to take you to a club?” you offered.
  • He denied it immediately, claiming that he had a reputation to protect. “It would be very selfish of me to do something like that. It would cause a scandal, and that could ruin the company’s image. All their efforts would be put at risk.”
  • An idea popped into your mind. “Then how about we re-enact it ourselves?” A coy smile stretched across your lips as you suggested this.
  • He raised his eyebrows, but he matched your smile, interested in your suggestion.
  • You set up some music to play from the stereos, next to his widescreen TV, and walked over to Jumin, dragging him to an open area of the apartment to dance.
  • You guided his hands to your waist, and put your arms around his neck, and began swaying side to side. He followed your movements carefully, but as the song grew more intense, you slipped out of his grasp and began to dance right up against his body. He watched in surprise as you looked back at him, now grinding against him… And then he completely lost the pace.
  • You laughed at how he just stopped moving. “You can’t keep up?” you asked, smirking.
  • His cheeks flushed. “Maybe next time. I didn’t expect that….”

ALT. ENDING: His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but he quickly narrowed his eyes at you and grabbed your chin, tilting it upward. Jumin brought his face close to yours, holding your gaze. “Now, now, MC. I’ve lost track of how many times you haven’t been able to keep up with me,” he said coolly, a dark, suggestive tone in his voice.

Seven

  • Work had been stressful for the past little while, and you couldn’t help but take a smoke every now and then. In the evenings, you would slip outside of your shared apartment with Saeyoung, hoping he wouldn’t catch you. You figured he was too busy on his computer to notice, anyway.
  • But he was quick to confront you.
  • “MC, the apartment smells a lot like smoke. Your clothes, too,” he stated, keeping a controlled expression. He sighed. “I thought you said you quit smoking?”
  • You lowered your eyes, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry… It’s just been a bit stressful lately, and my old habits took over…”
  • Saeyoung brought an arm to the back of your neck, gently pulling you into his chest. “I know, it happens. I don’t blame you. Maybe you just need a little motivation?”
  • You tilted your head up at him. “Like what?”
  • A wolfish grin suddenly adorned his features. “Well~ Maybe a kiss for every time you fight the urge to smoke?”
  • “That would be a lot of kisses…” you admitted, sheepishly scratching your cheek.
  • “Well, why not? I’d love to become your addiction~ Come on, I’ll replace your cigarettes!” he exclaimed excitedly. When you didn’t reply, he winked while pouting, “Don’t you think I’m just as intoxicating and addictive~?”
  • You flashed him a disgusted look in a joking manner, which only prompted him to attack your face with kisses.
  • “LOOOVE ME~~” he squealed, sounding so silly, you couldn’t help but laugh.
  • Didn’t he know you were already addicted to him? What a silly little hacker you fell in love with.

V

  • Since you had met Jihyun, you rarely drank anymore. Even less, when you moved in with him. But tonight was different.
  • Tonight, you had heard him murmuring her name in his sleep, and you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. You were the one who had been by his side this whole time, and yet he was dreaming about her?
  • And just why, oh god, why did her name sound so tender, leaving his lips?
  • You could feel your heart shattering. He still thought about her, even after all this time.
  • You slipped out of the bedsheets, not noticing how Jihyun felt around the bed for you despite being asleep. Quickly changing your outfit, you left the house, dialling the number of an old friend. She quickly gave you an address to a party venue she was at, hearing the urgency in your voice.
  • When Jihyun awoke, it was early morning, and he noticed how cold the bed felt. “MC…?” he called your name sleepily, cracking an eye open in search of your presence. But you weren’t there. And he didn’t hear any noise outside the bedroom either.
  • Worried, he got up, fighting his sleepiness. At that moment, the front door opened, and you came walking in smelling like booze. He recognized the pungent scent immediately, and he bit his lip uncertainly.
  • “MC… Were you out at a party?” he asked softly.
  • You didn’t reply, taking off your light coat and throwing it across the couch, staggering slightly in your steps. He caught you by the waist, holding you against him.
  • He felt so, so warm… You wanted to embrace him and breathe in his smell—the smell of your man… but was he really yours? Was his heart truly yours, when he was whispering another woman’s name in his sleep?
  • Tears sprung in your eyes again, and you tore away from him, drunkenly falling over.
  • “MC, what’s wrong?” Jihyun was near to panicking now. Had something happened? You normally never rejected his touch. And what had made you go out anyway? It had been years since your last party…
  • He reached out to you again, hoping to help you up, but you shouted at him, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”
  • He was taken aback by your harsh reaction. You hardly ever raised your voice, especially not against him. Again, he tried to talk to you. “Did something happen…?”
  • You broke out into sobs at the question. “You… Do you even really care about me? Do you really love me?” Before he could protest, you continued, sniffling, “You… you said her name when you were dreaming… You still love her, don’t you?”
  • Jihyun stared, blinked a few times, then laughed a bit. “MC… Actually, the truth is, I dreamt that I was talking to Yoosung. For some reason, I was trying to cheer him up, telling him that he doesn’t have to always follow Rika’s shadow…” he explained. Then he knelt down beside you. “I’m sorry. I had no idea. And I’m very sorry it hurt you like this…”
  • You bit your lip, staring up at him with a hint of doubt. “Really?”
  • “Yes, really. I know for certain that I love you with all my heart. I would never have gone this far with our relationship if I wasn’t serious about you, MC. I can’t express my feelings properly because words will never be enough to describe how I feel about you… Sorry.” He had apologized again, despite having done nothing wrong.
  • He held you in his arms, and you relaxed, finally calming down. It’s not like he could control his dreams, and besides, it was a very Jihyun-like thing, to be providing moral support even in his dreams. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and doubting him.
  • “I’m the one who should apologize,” you mumbled, hanging onto him tightly.
  • “Let’s get back to bed. I’m sure you’ll need the rest,” he coaxed you, gently leading you back to bed.

anonymous asked:

Hi Emmy could I please have HCs for Oikawa,Kuroo,Tendo, and Kageyama getting jealous/upset seeing their s/o who does international competitive Latin ballroom dance dancing with their dance partner and notices the pairs partner chemistry(even though it's strictly a professional relationship.)

OH, OH, OH! I love this! Seriously, those professional dancers that have that kind of chemistry with their partners look like they just want to bang each other on every surface that they own! It’s so beautiful to witness and I can definitely see how they can make someone on the outside a little bit jealous.

I hope that you enjoy, Anon!


Oikawa Tooru

  • He would be so excited to see their performance, especially with them always away at practice, he just couldn’t wait until they were up. He’d be all settled into his seat and when their name was announced he’d nudge whoever is next to him and start telling him that that’s his significant other!
  • And he would be so enthralled when they first began. His eyes would be glued to their hips and the way that they moved and the way that their body would bend and he would just start to think about all the things he would do to that body later when–
    • Holy shit, the way that their gaze would be glued to their dancing partner and how their hand would trail down their side or over their hip. Omg, he wouldn’t know how to comprehend what he was watching because shouldn’t he be the only one they touch and look at that way?
  • He would be proud of them for sure, there is nothing that could make him any less proud, but he’d definitely question what kind of relationship that they have with their partner - it was something he hadn’t thought he would need to be worried about until then - and would begin to feel much better about everything when they reassured them and also started to get to know their dance partner better!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • I feel like Kuroo knows their dance partner really well - like they probably all hang out a lot together and stuff - so he knows them and he knows that there is nothing to worry about in the slightest when they’re staying late at the studio rehearsing and such.
  • But when the dance came for their performance, he’d begin to wonder if he shouldn’t have been as lenient as he was with everything. Because, hell, he thought they only gave him that look while they were being intimate and yet here they were giving the same deep stare at their dance partner while swinging their hips around in such a seductive way.
    • He honestly wouldn’t know how to feel, because he’s seen the two of them together and they’re nothing more than professional partners, good friends at best, and yet here he was doubting and overthinking every interaction he had ever had with the two of them together.
  • He’d probably end up making some off hand comment about them being together afterward and his significant other would instantly be all over setting him straight. There was nothing going on between the two of them. He’d probably get all awkward for assuming and apologize if he had made anyone uncomfortable with the way he had behaved.

Tendou Satori

  • Oh, imagine Tendou also being a contestant with his own dancing partner? (cause, trust me, when that boy is focused, he can totally dance!) So, he gets the whole relationship between dance partners and such, so he’s not concerned when he walks in on them during practice and their in some compromising stretch position or something like that, right?
    • Cause I’m more than sure they’ve also seen him and his own partner practicing and in similar positions. He gets how chemistry works and how it is necessary for translating the meaning behind any dance.
  • But when the day comes where they actually perform, something happens where he sees a deeper connection than the one he witnessed in the studio, even one deeper than what he has with his own dance partner. It makes his stomach twist and he doesn’t know why he feels this bad because he should be the one that understands it.
  • And even though he felt that way while they were dancing, the feelings would drift away the moment they dropped their personas. Because the sexual tension is no longer needed between them and they’re rushing into his arms and he feels so bad that he let his thoughts run away with a ridiculous notice. He probably admits it to them later and they’re more than happy to prove that he is the only one for them.

Kageyama Tobio

  • I can see Kageyama actually going to a lot of their rehearsals - or maybe more like showing up after volleyball practice and hangs out while they’re finishing up - so, like Tendou, he sees them within their own little dancing bubble a lot. And the jealousy thing was definitely something he’s had to work on from the very beginning.
    • Aw, he probably walked into the studio the first time with their foreheads pressed together and their lips literal centimeters apart and FREAKED out, demanding to know what was going on.  After an explanation of everything, watching them practice every now and then probably just makes him feel better.
  • But then when the competition rolls around and he sees how intensely they seem to be into each other and it’s more than he’s ever witnessed before - because, ya know, this is THE performance, they gotta give it their all? - and he can feel that burning in his chest all over again.
    • And, you know - which he’ll end up telling them later - it’s not that he doesn’t trust them or anything like that, I think it’s more like he’s worried that he can’t give them the same intensity that they seem to be portraying with their dance partner and he’s scared that they’ll want that instead of him? So, he’s in for a long time of them proving just how much they want him!

au where isak and even both do fencing, even is a really popular one but lives in another city and isak hates him bc he thinks he isnt THAT great and then isak finds out even is coming to their club to show his talent off and help others if they need some advice, and isak is mad bc he’s the one helping ppl here so like?? its rude. and when even arrives, he does some moves and fights someone and isaks watching him with clenched jaws bc one, he is kind of great and two, he’s insanely attractive. so when they tell isak he should go up against even next, he’s trying to get away but then his eyes meet even’s and he raises his eyebrows at isak daring, and isak walks up to him biting the inside of his cheek. theyre, really fucking good against each other it goes on for a while but even wins and he thanks isak the game then winks, “theres some things you could learn more but youre awesome” and isak snorts and almost stabs his chest with the sword but then ppl go up to him so he has no chance. even holds his gaze as isak walks backwards ,right until he leaves the room. and to isaks dismay evens still there the next day when he goes to practice and he almost turns around and leaves bc shit, even has his hair down in a fluffy mess and he’s a little sweaty and his eyes are sparkling, his smile too brightening but he hears his name being yelled so he stops and ppl are looking from even to isak and evens smirking, “come on then” and isak fakes a smile, “no thank you” and ppl are begging isak to do it and isak snaps, “there are like 15 of you, get someone else to do it, im not playing against him” and even looks a little confused, “why not?” and isak sighs loud and long, “because! youre just..youre SO… you think youre the BEST” and someone whispers “u also think ure the best” and isak snaps his head to the side and there are a few giggles and coughs and evens smirk is back on his face, licking his lip while staring straight into isaks eyes, “lets see whos really the best” and with a scoff isak gives in and puts on his mask and walks over and its. more intense than the one the previous day and not only because isak takes it more seriously, to prove a point but there’s also a lot of,,, sexual tension between them, isak feels the air fill with electricity and theres a moment they both stop with their swords against each other and they just. stare and isak has to do something or else he’ll explode so he swings and he wins against a distracted even. then even pulls off his mask after isak, and holds out a hand for isak to grab and isak shakes it, evens grip tight, “i guess youre the best then” and isaks mouth drops slightly open and evens eyes flicker down to his lips then back up and isak forgets to breathe. then someone clears their thoat awkwardly and they let go of their hands. isak stays on the side for the rest of the practice and watches as even teaches some tricks to people and sometimes evens eyes find his and for the first few times isak averts his gaze and acts like he hasnt been staring but then he holds the eyecontact and even raises his eyebrows and puts a tongue against the inside of his cheek and isak cant help but stare at his lips and he stares until a knowing smile sits on them and even is turning his attention back to the other person. at the end of the practice isaks about to go with the others but even calls him back and isaks mind is going a mile a minute and stops in front of even waiting. then even turns to him, “your win was a little unfair” and isak frowns, “how so” then even smirks, “i was kinda distracted” then isak puts his weight on one foot, “not my problem” then even blows air out his nose, “actually it was bc i was distracted by you” and isak cant say anything just clenches his jaw again then even is putting his sword into the air so isak sees it then nods questioningly and isak shrugs. theyre playing and it ends up being well, different to what fencing is supposed to be like after a while and theyre just joking around and when isak stabs even, even falls to the floor dramatically, yelling in fake pain and isak rolls his eyes laughing, “that was awful” and even pops on his elbows offended, “excuse me, im fucking great, im a film major i know what im doin” and isak just stands above him, looking down at him still with a smile, “you should consider changing your major then” and even stabs him in the leg and isak copes evens dramatic fall and ends up next to him and theyre laughing and talk a bit before they face each other on the floor as their laughter is dying down and even sighs, “why did you hate me?” and isak shrugs, “dont know. you were just everywhere, it was annoying..i just. i guess i just wanted to have that too” he admits shyly and even looks at him understanding, doesnt make fun of him. “why did you change your mind?” then isak looks up to the ceiling in defeat, “seeing you fight in person made me realize you do deserve being everywhere. youre also kinda handsome so like.” he wiggles an eyebrow at even then even chuckles and bites his lip, and theyre just staring at each other then evens voice is low, “isak?” and isak hums then even swallows, “can i kiss you?” and isaks taken aback but nods softly and evens hand comes up to his face, caressing his cheek then he’s leaning in and slowly presses his lips against isaks and isaks hand grabs at evens arm, getting into the kiss more and they get lost in each other and its. nice. sweet. theyre interrupted by someone walking in to let them know they have to leave the building and they awkwardly get up and walk out then break out into a laugh and make their ways to the changing room to get rid of their gears and when theyre done and theyre outside, even looks at isak nervously then presses his own lips together, “wanna go for a coffee?” and isak agrees way too soon and he blushes, even trying to keep from smiling too hard and isak stares at the ground for a short minute before theyre walking off to the café walking too close, their arms brushing too many times and their laughter filling the streets

Summary: Waking up in a shed confused you in the first few minutes, especially when they dragged in Ivar to. Your first attempt on a escapes fails when you come in contact with the warrior Lord Bishop. Not knowing his plans Ivar takes it up himself to flirt his way out with a servant, something that got you over the top jealous.
Warnings: Blood - Violence
Words: 2504

Update Tag: @ivars-heathen-army @skeletoresinthebasement @samantha24015


When you waked there was that distinct smell of hay, horse shit and goats. The light shining down on you was so bright you needed to close your eyes as soon as you opened them a little. While your eyes got used to the light you tried to feel your own body. Except for the small headache you felt nothing else on your body. You opened your eyes and looked to the strains of hay covering the wooden floor. There was a goat looking at you, chewing his hay like it was the most normal thing you laid there. You wrists, the same for your feet, were tied up. You pushed up on your fists until you sat on your knees, groaning about how stiff you felt. That goat was still looking at you and you rolled your eyes, turning so you sat against the pole you were tied around. You started to look around, from that maniac looking goat to the ceiling of the shed and the window where the sun shined through. The first question that popped up in your head was what you were doing in a shed. If you focused your hearing to the surrounding you heard only the typical sounds of farmers life. So you were in a village, or a farm, not in some kingdom with a king that wanted to bargain you against your brothers for their safety. That brought a lot of question up and by the looks of it those would be answered really soon. The shed door went open and a girl stepped in, slim body, long dark hair, a little shy maybe. She carried a bowl of water and placed it on a safe distant, pushing it over. ‘How long have I been here?’ You asked, not knowing how long you were unconscious to begin with. She looked up to you, her eyes traveling to the door.
‘Little less than a day.’ She answered. A man stepped in, or rather a priest.
‘Keeping me tied up won’t save your lives you know.’ I said rather calm, not to her but to the priest standing in the doorway. He nodded with his head to the girl and she walked fast out, head down. You frowned your eyebrows before looking back to him.
‘God will show you the way soon enough.’ He made a gesture with his hands before he left again. As soon as that door felt shut you reached for the bowl, not planning on drinking the poisonous water you tried to pour it over the roped holding your wrist together. Maybe the water could make it a little more slippery to get your hands free. But you didn’t had that kind of luck so you started to pull the rope in frustration. The goat walked back, sipping from the water before walking off to the hay again. That animal annoyed you.

You startled awake from struggling sounds outside the shed. Shadows danced under the door only for you to guess what was going on. It didn’t took them long before the shed door flew open. The goat ran away to the corner while two firm man dragged a body in and not just any body. ‘Brother.’ You hustled up when they dropped him down on the floor. Ivar grunted, the anger consuming his always intensely blue eyes. They tied him up not far from you. Your eyes traveled over their clothes, the dagger the one the closed to you wore. Your eyes connected with your twin brother and it was like plans were laid out before you got even captured. He kicked his head against the one who was tying him up while you swept the legs from the other underneath his body with yours. You didn’t had much space but you managed to get him closer, grabbing for his knife with your both tied up hands before killing him with his own weapon. The other one managed to get loose from Ivar his grip and ran.
‘Hurry up sister.’ Ivar hissed while you cut through the ropes around your wrists and legs. You ran over to him, released him before he wrapped his arms around your neck. You lifted him on your back, walking over to the exit. ‘Good to see you are unharmed.’ Ivar noticed.
‘Why are you even here Ivar.’
‘Looking for you, what else.’
‘It got you captured.’
‘Maybe it was the plan all along.’ He whispered in your ear. You walked out, only to be surrounded by the same kind of firm man that captured you and Ivar.
‘You got a plan now?’ You asked between clenched teeth. There were a lot of priests among them.
‘This is holly ground you are standing up, unworthy people can’t leave this place.’ A man announced. You turned and looked to the man, clearly the head of this village.
‘Well, we aren’t exactly believers.’ You fired sarcastic back.
‘I’m the Lord Bishop.’ He introduced himself. A lord Bishop with a sword and an armor? ‘I fight Gods war.’ He followed the confusion in your eyes.
‘I think we need to overthink this sister.’
‘You’re kidding me.’ You hissed back.
‘Get them back in the shed.’ He commanded, looking at you like you were some kind of a pray.
‘What are we doing here?’ You asked, knowing Ivar wasn’t really the type to ask questions.
‘Doing God’s work.’ The bishop smiled before the pulled Ivar from your back and restraining you again. Great.

‘Did you tell our brothers where you were looking for me?’ You asked, looking to the goat who was studying your brother for a change. Stupid question to ask, he shook his head. ‘So you just took off?’
‘I was following your trail.’ He nodded, looking fierce back to the goat, like they held some kind of staring competition.
‘Did Aella suffer?’
‘Yes, Björn blood eagled him.’ When the both of you at each other a dark smile came across the both of your lips. It was good to know the king suffered a painful dead. It was a shame you weren’t there to witness it all. The shed door cracked open and you turned your head to look at that girl again, with the same bowl of water like before.
‘I need to attend your head wound.’ She said with a soft shy voice towards Ivar.
‘Touch him and you die.’ You fired right back. She hesitated on her spot, not wanting to come closer because of your warning.
‘Sister please, let her come closer.’ Ivar interrupted you, giving the girl the kind of gaze that would dismantle her. She shoved over to him, crouching down. Her eyes traveled over his legs and you felt something snap inside. ‘Y/n.’ Ivar warned you. You looked away from her to him, teeth clenched together because somebody else … in your eyes an enemy was touching your brother. Since what Margrethe did you couldn’t stand it if woman looked at his legs and wondered if he could perform like normal man did. The girl cleaned his small head wound and you looked how Ivar looked up at her with those piercing blue eyes. ‘Tell me, what is the meaning of this village?’ He asked her. His fingers touched hardly noticeable her ribs, the girl tensed and you tensed with her.
‘They practice the word of God here.’ She said on a soft voice.
‘And you’re a slave?’
‘A servant yes.’ She forced a smile on her lips you hardly could call a smile. Ivar his fingers touched those ribs again a soft lingering till the last one, you felt it almost yourself.
‘You don’t want to be here.’ He guessed. The girl pulled away, soaking her fabrics back in the bowl of water.
‘I was a prisoner once to. The Lord Bishop forced his apprentices to certain kind of things.’ Her eyes traveled over to you and you knew immediately what she was talking about, sexual things. Your eyes traveled back to Ivar.
‘I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.’ He said to you.
‘He has plans for the both of you.’
‘Why should I trust you.’ You hissed softly. The girl looked back to Ivar, her finger trailed over his wound, checking if it was all good. But before she could say something else a priest appeared again. The girl stood up, giving Ivar a secretly soft smile before she walked back out, head down. The priest followed her again and you looked back to your brother. ‘Are you flirting?’
‘Yes, I’m flirting our way out of here. You better give it an effort to.’ He reacted sarcastic.
‘For all we know she sides with the enemy.’ You pointed out, not that you could do much pointing with your hands tied together.
‘Look at her, she is soft. You are just jealous because I have an effect on her.’ The smile he gave you was one out of amusement. You didn’t answer, just looked away to the goat again. It was like that animal was spotting the both of you. You looked down to the ground, glad with the silence. Ivar moved his body, came as close to you as his restrains let him. ‘Y/n.’ You looked over to him, his eyes where comforting, calm and steadiness that tempered your inner rage a little.
‘I’m here for you. The thought of losing my sister who’s always so close by my side made it almost unbearable.’  He followed. You moved your body closer to his, your hands didn’t cooperate; the only thing that got close enough was your face.
‘Thanks for coming.’ You smiled softly.
‘You’re my life, offcourse I come.’ He contacted his forehead with yours and you smiled at the sight of his blue eyes so close by. ‘Now, can you trust me to get her around my finger enough so she would set us free?’ He asked. You pulled back and gave him a stern look, he chuckled while you got back to your pole.
‘Don’t fall in love.’
‘I already am sister.’ He reacted nonchalant. You jerked your head around and looked at him. ‘With you.’ He chuckled.
‘Funny.’ You said with a smile, looking back to the goat who laid down, chewing his hay while looking between the two of you. ‘You know what I’m gonna do first when I get free?’ You asked him.
 ‘Killing the goat? Yes, me to.’ He read your thoughts. You started chuckling, happy that you got locked up with him, nothing others mattered really.

The next day they pulled you and Ivar out of the shed into some kind of a market square. Only there weren’t any traders and it was surrounded with those men and priests again. They released you from your restrains and you immediately went to stand aside Ivar who sat up on the ground. The Lord Bishop came between the other priests with an axe and a sword; he laid it down before your feet. ‘Let’s see how much a Viking can endure.’ He smiled. You looked down to the weapons before your looked over to your brother.
‘Fun, let’s see how much blood I can spill from your man.’ He fired right back. Your eyes traveled to the girl again, standing between the other servants, generally concerned by the looks of it. Ivar grabbed the axe and you crouched down beside him, taking the sword. ‘They try to break us.’
‘They picked the wrong children of Ragnar if they think they will break us.’ You answered him. It was you and Ivar, twins above anything else. If it came to fighting there wasn’t anything stopping you. Two armored man came in front, skilled by the looks of it. You got up smiling to them, challenging him while Ivar turned his body to take down two others. You attacked as first, jumpy and swift like you always were they had a hard time following your movements. You stabbed one it the shoulder, grabbing for is sword before you pushed him in the back with your feet. The other one kicked his fist against your chin and you looked for a new perspective for a moment. You ducked underneath his arm, sliding your sword underneath it so he groaned in pain before you killed him my stabbing him from the back right in his heart. When you looked over your shoulder to your brother he was struggling with one while the other got back up, pulling out the axe out of his chest before he dropped dead. You ran over to the one you had left, the fact that he didn’t had any weapons made it a lot easier to kill him. Ivar got his assailer from his body, the man got of grabbing for Ivar his axe. You ran over, jumped on his back and harshly grabbing his hair. Ivar kicked him in the back of his knees so he got down on his knees. You grabbed the axe and looked over to the lord Bishop before you chopped his head clear off. You hold it up to him with that dark smile.
‘You mess with the wrong girl.’ You snapped to him. The Lord Bishop only smiled, nodding to one of his men.
‘Take the cripple, let her fight alone.’ He commanded.
‘Y/n.’ Ivar warned you. You turned around to him, before looking at the four soldiers replacing the others. Four against one, they beaten you until the blood slipped out of your mouth and you hardly found the courage to breath. You killed two of them, but the two remaining did quite the damage. They let your face for what it was, undamaged before they dropped your body down in the shed again, not even doing the trouble on tying you up. ‘Sister.’ You gasped for air, forcing your eyes open to look at him. Ivar always was concerned about you but you never saw him so terrified and concerned as he now was. You placed your hand before you, pulling your body with the last of your strength over to him. When you were in reach, he pulled you on your clothes over, you hissed through the pain of some broken ribs. He pushed you over on your back and you squeezed your eyes. He laid his hand on your forehead and you opened your eyes, looking up to him. ‘You’re safe.’ He whispered. You tried to nod, closing your eyes again. ‘I will kill them for this Y/n.’ He promised you.
‘I rather have them killing me than they would do it with you.’ You hardly found the courage to say that.
‘We always disagree on that.’ He murmured. You wanted to laugh but everything hurted. He chuckled, folding his hands around yours. And it was the only thing that truly brought you some comfort, having Ivar right beside you. Those man would squeal like little pigs when you got back in strength and got out of here. That revenged already tasted so sweet on your tongue.

oraclic  asked:

I'm not sure if this ask is good enough but maybe a scenario about Bad Boy!Oikawa and a person he's so interested in, but his charms don't work on them, they're oblivious, and they always seem unimpressed (they secretly like him back but do a great job hiding it from him). Sexual tension would be great but you can avoid NSFW if you want! I picked Oikawa bc I thought it'd be interesting to see him chasing someone so hard, feel free to swap characters if you want! Thanks ❤︎

Holy moly this ended up WAY longer than I planned and a whole lot more serious without much NSFW or even sexual tension but hope you enjoy it nonetheless!


She remembers him from high school, he can tell by the look of shock on her face. He can’t really blame her though. Anyone from those days would be surprised to see Oikawa Tooru, former pretty boy of the Abojosai volleyball team, sporting an arm sleeve tattoo, a lip piercing and wearing ripped jeans.

Pushing away from the wall, he approaches, stride steady, a confident smirk on his face. But just before he meets her eyes again, a girl interjects herself between them. Tooru’s former tendency to indulge his fans exerts itself immediately, old habits do die hard, and by the time he’s done with her the object of his initial focus is gone.

Clicking his tongue, Oikawa shifts his gaze over the crowded frat house. There’s people everywhere, the semester kickoff party in high gear. Finally, he spots her on the dance floor and goodness can she move that body! She’s grinding up on some dude who looks about ready to cum in his pants. Oikawa is openly staring at her, willing her to make eye contact but she’s either completely oblivious or completely uninterested because she never once loses her focus on her dance partner.

And Oikawa decides right then he wants that attention on him. Sure, he’s always been a bit of an attention whore, but who could blame him coming from the environment he did back in high school? Other than Iwaizumi of course.

His eyes stay riveted on her, still moving fluidly, sexily, and fuck now he’s got a tent in his pants just from watching her! Then again, it’s been a while since Oikawa has had any action of the bedroom variety. Just because his team is rough and tough doesn’t mean they don’t work hard.

Terushima makes certain of it.

Oikawa laughs a bit to himself thinking back on their first official meeting. He’d only ever seen the guy at tournaments, his team loud and flashy, but horribly erratic. Then something happened that shifted his focus and in addition to having fun, he got smarter. His whole team got smarter.

And now he’s Oikawa’s captain.

Shaking his head, Oikawa zeroes back in on her. She’s still dancing, smiling with sultry eyes and moving her hips just so.

She can feel his gaze on her, its intensity rippling over her skin like electricity but she remains focused. He’s not going to have things go his way, not tonight. Because she’s in control and he’ll just have to deal with it. The song ends and she leans up, pecking her dance partner quickly on the cheek. He goes to make a move but she shies away, giggling, “That was fun, thanks for the dance,” then she’s absorbed into the crowd but not without stealing a glance at Oikawa only to find him still looking right at her.

Damn. Well, she almost made it without giving him a piece of the attention he craved.

And it’s only wet his appetite for more.

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The Silent One - Part Five

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Synopsis: You are caught by Negan and taken to your new home, The Sanctuary

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,536
Warnings: Cursing, Kidnapping, sexual references, reference to Genocide

You were sat in a black car beside Negan. You had your arms tightly crossed over your chest and you were looking at the dark treeline outside. The low rumble from the engine was the only sound in the car. The crescent moon was beginning to make it’s decent towards the dark earth. You calculated that it must be around 4am.

“Are you gonna just sulk out the window like a fucking teenager until we get there?” Negan said in an indignant tone. He was tapping a small tune on the steering wheel. You could feel his intense gaze on your neck. You kept silent but let out a sigh.

“You seemed awfully verbal earlier. What were the words? ‘Jesus fucking Christ’?” Negan said, there was a humorous edge to his voice that let you relax a little. Only a little.

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THE SIGNS AS PEOPLE I KNOW

(I’m not an astrology blog but I’ve always wanted to do one of these. As the title suggests, it is based off of people I know so it may not 100% apply to you or people you know)

ARIES: I know two Aries and they’re either v tall or v short, no in between. Blonde hair, athletic build, likes sports. Enjoy hard work- be it physical or mental, they love to be challenged. Good leaders, confident energy, great with conversation. Bright eyes and a loud laugh, intelligent and articulate. But also impulsive and hotheaded, and easily angered. They always have to be right, and if you prove them wrong you leave a sour taste in their mouth. Honest and straight up, not afraid to voice their opinion, give sustained eye contact while you’re talking. Comes across cocky but they have a heart of gold, will protect those who are close to them fiercely.

TAURUS: Literally one of the most driven people I’ve ever met, sets high goals for themselves and always achieves them. Loves everything about fashion and follows every trend, very into designer labels, extremely conscious of their appearance and how they present themselves. Not a sports person but remains fit, any sport they play is an individual sport (e.g tennis). Big smile with pearly white teeth (often accompanied by a small giggle), really healthy hair and clear skin, lovely eyes. Probably because they keep themselves so healthy, loves TV dramas (Pretty Little Liars, Gossip Girl) but prefers to stay out of real life drama despite having a very active social life.  

GEMINI: On the taller side, thin but dark eyebrows, nice eyes. Need their space, get tired of being around people and have no problem blocking you out when they do get tired of you. Very intelligent, like to share their knowledge with people. Quite emotional people but they act like they’re not. Very supportive when you’re upset, give good advice. Make awful jokes and puns and argue/talk back to teachers. Realists as opposed to optimists, don’t really care what people think- do whatever they want. Very fun, loves adventure; will be the person to do that crazy thing with you that you’re afraid to do alone.

CANCER: Extremely emotional (stereotypical but true), have a hard time of letting things go/hold grudges. Will be nice to acquaintances but not those close to them; but on the contrary are extremely loving and nurturing towards children. Deep sleepers, extremely talented artistically and loves music. Dark hair with light eyes and dark, slightly bushy eyebrows, long eyelashes. They enjoy telling jokes, often very innocent ones. Has a very loud laugh that fills the room. Despite how deeply they feel their emotions they would never lash out physically, will always be there for you if you need them.

LEO: On the shorter side with a very muscular, solid/stocky build, light hair and light eyes. Loves working on farms and being outdoors, prefers team sports. Likes spending time with people but also enjoys their alone time. Has a very fragile ego, needs constant reassurance from those around them and doesn’t like to be teased. Very intelligent and they know it, but don’t admit it. Very playful nature- almost child like, when they laugh they practically glow. Not very emotional people, come across as detached but most of the time they just don’t care. Literally the most loyal people ever, they’ll stick by you forever as long as you do the same for them.

VIRGO: Very determined people, opinionated, and can be somewhat preachy. They are good at giving advice even when you don’t ask for it- will tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. Average height, long hair, and bright eyes, smile with their mouth closed. Really loves dogs. Forgetful but doesn’t mean to be, processes information a little bit slower but when in an argument can fire comebacks at you before you even finish your sentence. Definitely speak their minds, whatever you do don’t get on their bad side because you’ll never get out. But if you’re on their good side they will do anything for you, very caring to those closest to them.

LIBRA: Very small physically- small build, short, with small heads. Very sassy, often comes across as bitchy because of this. Better at creative subjects as opposed to maths and the sciences. Can be judgmental but would never say something to the person, generally keeps their opinions to themselves. Doesn’t like being told what to do by a higher authority (teacher, boss etc), has an excellent creative streak but not enough motivation to put the projects to work. Thinks with optimism as opposed to realism and always find the good in the situation. If you’re close with them they will do whatever they can to support you and will be extremely proud of your achievements.

SCORPIO: Intimidatingly good looking. Tall, strong jaw line, prominent eyebrows, cocky smile. Very straight forward people, another one you don’t want to be on the bad side of. Have intense emotions but are not openly emotional, they see being emotional as being weak. Anger is their most intensely felt emotion, and because of it they easily hold a grudge, but on the flip side they are very loving. Enjoy sexual jokes with a low chuckle or a booming laugh. Tend to stare at people for no particular reason and have an unfaltering intense gaze that can make the person a little bit uncomfortable. They do what they want and don’t give a flying fuck. People find them unapproachable but they’re actually very good, non judgmental listeners.

SAGITTARIUS: Again, either really tall or really short, rounder face, big eyes with a beaming smile. The most carefree people I’ve ever met, they live in the moment and don’t worry about the future. Sometimes has commitment issues, been with a lot of girls but hasn’t had a proper relationship. Likes adventure and is practically fearless. Very confident, charming, and charismatic, people absolutely love them, definitely a ‘class clown’ type. Most honest people I’ve met, not afraid to tell you the harsh truth. Some people get offended with how sarcastic and blunt they can be but they don’t care. Not the most affectionate, but extremely caring and nurturing when you need it.

CAPRICORN: Openly emotional and affectionate people, can take banter a little too personally. Second most driven people I know, and some of the hardest workers. Like to have a set of rules, a template, or a plan before doing anything. Shy around people at first, extremely open when you get to know them. Can be judgmental but feels bad about it, won’t give ‘harsh’ opinions to people they care about in fear of hurting them. Becomes easily attached to people. Doesn’t like fighting and puts up with a lot of bullshit to avoid arguments, especially with people they’re close to. If they say ‘I love you’ you better believe them because they mean it. 

AQUARIUS: Very different. Not considered typically ‘smart’ but they’re still very intelligent. Creative and abstract thinkers, they can show you a whole new view of the world you didn’t even know existed. Big eyes with long eyelashes, dimples with braces, freckles with a heart melting smile. Enjoy physical affection but get a lil awkward when it gets heated- prefer ‘innocent’ gestures. Clingy and enjoys cuddles. Energetic unless there’s someone in the room they don’t like, not overly opinionated, goes with the flow. Like adventure and excitement, most often found hanging out with their Sagittarius friend. Great advice givers because they can give you a new perspective of your situation.

PISCES: Very tall, with a sold build. Loudest laughter I’ve ever heard with a huge beaming smile, also the most tears cried by anyone I know. Heavy mood swings, unnecessarily bitchy to people they don’t like, not afraid to start a fight or fight back. Very intelligent but sometimes acts dumb to make people laugh, punches walls when angry, acts overly confident but is actually really insecure. You either hate or love them. Good to have banter with, enjoys partying and traveling. Not good at remembering important details. Has very on/off friendships with most people. Very exuberant and dramatic, some of the funniest people when you get to know them.

A Well Kept Question (a sequel to 20 Questions)

10 years later.

It was a quite chilly night, and Dan Howell was sitting on a bench in the middle of Hyde Park. The stars were bright above him, and you could vaguely hear the London traffic in the distance. He had been there, waiting, for about half an hour. Normal people would get impatient, but Dan enjoyed the quiet night. It was usually nice to spend the night alone, looking at the stars and thinking about life, but when Dan had the opportunity to do the same thing with someone other than the lonely moon, he felt blissful. There was only one person he could share the night with in the same way as if he were alone. Dan had sent Phil Lester a text an hour ago to meet him under the stars in the park. Dan’s decision to invite Phil out into the open hadn’t been spontaneous, he had big plans for the night: he wanted to relive the moment that had made Dan the happiest he had ever been. He let his hand brush over the pocket of his leather jacket, feeling the hard object through the fabric, reminding him of the other thing he had planned for the night.

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Anonymous asked you:
Hi hi! Could i ask for one where you have an abusive home life and your in a lot of danger? (but the abuse isnt the MOST imporant part) Like, focus more on the fact andy (your bffl) offers to get you pregnant so he can legally “protect” you. So you go over to his parents house cause there on a buisness trip for the weekend and you guys do it in the bathtub. make the girl super stuttery and andy more sure if you could?? oh! and you both are 18 in senior year. ily ty. c: c:

  • WARNING: The following contains vaguely-written smut. If you’re comfortable with such material, carry on. Thank you. x

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Ready To Fall For You

Basically absolute fluffy fluff candy floss fluff. 

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“Yo” a grey haired male opened the door to the fogged up practice room. His eyes met with a pair of deflated bodies, heavily breathing for their lives on the floor. 

  “Yo to you too babe” one of the exhausted bodies grumbled sitting up from lying spread-eagled. Jimin refused to open his eyes and disturb the comfortable position, opting to just lie like a corpse.

  “Whatever. So I’m guessing that’s a yes from you two for takeout?”

  “Awh Babe you actually gave a shit” Hoseok smiled and got up to advance towards the grumpy looking Yoongi with grabby fingers. “Maybe we can make it a late night studio date hm?” he began nuzzling his boyfriend’s unkempt hair.

  “Shutup. Do we need to get the younger ones’ some? Speaking of, where are the little shits?” 

  “Tae just texted me saying they’re playing ‘Capture The Flag’” Hoseok spoke into Yoongi’s dusty coloured hair, still nuzzling, “so yeah they need takeout.”

  Now he was snaking long arms around Yoongi’s small, delicate waist. Immediately he felt the frustration ease away from his boyfriend’s earlier lyrical distress as he leaned a little more into them. “Jimin’s leaving soon anyway so he will take it to them whilst we eat then bang.”

  Jimin groaned at Hoseok’s explicitness and decided to open his eyes. His frown didn’t last as the exhaustion was replaced with a happy lull that came with the thought of finally being able to go see Jeongguk. He couldn’t wait to just lie next to him and just knock out to the warmth of his boyfriend. Long legs and arms sprawled all over him. Sticking up hair tickling his right cheek. Breathing evenly. 

  “Ergh, can you stop rubbing your sweat all over my face?” Yoongi grumbled wriggling in Hoseok’s firm hold when he had moved from his hair to the right side of his face.

  “You don’t seem to mind other things on your face” this time mouthing into Yoongi’s milky shoulders. 

  From the middle Jimin groaned at the unwanted image whilst Yoongi shoved Hoseok away from him, storming off in a string of curses. 

  - -

Jimin heard the screams and shouts of gamer triumph as soon as he entered the dorms. Immediately he felt a grin grace his face at both his boyfriend and best friend bouncing on the floor with a 6 pack of Redbull haphazardly strewn all over the place, mostly around Taehyung. They had already started their second game and their backs stiffened in concentration, moving their bodies in sync with the screen, shoving each other and shouting some gamer gibberish Jimin couldn’t be bothered to encode. He felt warm just observing them from afar. 

  Jimin’s presence was registered after the game ended from an eager-nosed Taehyung smelling the takeout hanging from his fingertips. His face lit up like a puppy and began bounding over childishly in stark contrast to the grumpy Garfield sweater he was wearing. 

  “Yas food I’ve been waiting for our reunion all day” Taehyung licked his lips. Snatching the bag he went to look up at his bestie to casually annoy him but stopped himself when he saw Jimin’s face.

  Jeongguk had just turned around then. A bunny grin decorated his face as he was waving a controller around in the air. Jimin looked star struck. Not even noticing Taehyung sneak Jimin’s drink for himself. It was an everyday image of Jeongguk for him, but as usual he was rooted in place, feeling like he was being bathed in golden sunrays. Jeongguk…

  “One more game babe?”

  - -

When Jeongguk had said it, he was taken aback. It was a lazy Sunday, most of the members snoring away their exhaustion minus Jin and Tae playing Mario Kart in the living room. They were both wrapped up in each other on Jimin’s bed. He was just lying on his back in an oversized Iron Man shirt he managed to beg Jeongguk to let him wear. Not without a lot of promised sexual favours of course. A languid Jeongguk lay on top of him, arms loosely thrown over his torso and a ball of chestnut hair snuggling into his chest. Breathing in unison. Outside the rain was falling down in a faint pitter-patter in a similar rhythm to Jimin’s small fingers that were carding through the ball of chestnut on his chest.

  Jeongguk sighed in content at the scene, He disrupted the other’s actions to lift his head a little to pepper kisses on any skin that wasn’t covered. Taking it slow he began his journey of revelations. Soft lips made contact with Jimin’s warm skin, taking extra long on the beautiful mole that graced his collarbone. He made a pathway all the way up to just under his ear, sighing his content there too.

  “Fuck” he breathed into Jimin’s ear. As Jeongguk grazed his teeth on the lobe he pulled him closer into him so he was now hovering half of his body over Jimin. Breath hot and moist he started lazily kissing down the side of his face, still taking it slow, having Jimin feel like he was being suspended in the air. Clutching the elder’s small hands he placed feather-light kisses on the pads of each finger. Jimin’s hooded eyes were zeroed in on his boyfriend’s ministrations, his heart fluttering at the same rate as the now heavy rain. 

  Then their fingers were being entwined and Jeongguk was smiling at them. Something calm and peaceful were reflected in his eyes as they flickered up to stare into Jimin’s irises. Then he descended down onto to the plush rosy lips that were his and his only. Jimin felt light-headed, as if he was too close to an already sparking firework. Jeongguk however was still taking his time, kissing around his lips before sliding his tongue across Jimin’s lower lip and biting on it ever so slightly. Jimin was all too easily allowing, feeling their tongues move smoothly against each other. Jeongguk was taking extra care not to rush anything in his invasion of Jimin, still gentle, still savouring the luscious lips of his boyfriend. Almost breathing him in through the kiss. Jimin slid both his hands through Jeongguk’s soft locks, pulling him closer, quickly for more, not caring about his lack of breathing. 

  Jeongguk breaks contact swiftly wrapping his hands securely around Jimin’s waist with a penetrating stare into Jimin’s eyes. The air was charged with something different, something Jimin hadn’t experienced with Jeongguk before. They stay like that for god knows how long as Jeongguk’s eyes keeps gazing, searching. They’re still only a breath away from each other’s lips and he tries pulling him back down impatiently. Jeongguk allows him smiling into a chaste kiss and not going deeper. Still going slow and steady. Not giving into Jimin’s hurriedness. 

  “So” kisses his forehead.

  “Fucking” kisses his cute nose.

  “Beautiful” a kiss to those lips.

  Jeongguk’s back to staring intensely again, looking down at Jimin as if he’s the golden snitch. He leans forward so their foreheads lightly touch. Then he whispers breathlessly, full of adoration and promise against Jimin’s lips-

  “I love you”

  Jimin jolts slightly; head lying fully flat onto the pillow. He’s shocked. Shocked to hear the strong, non-stuttered statement from Jeongguk. Jeongguk’s lovingly breaming down at him and he’s just blankly gaping back. He feels like he should respond but he can’t. Honestly he’s not sure whether he’s ready to fall off that cliff edge yet. He was feeling vulnerable from the declaration and uneasy when he knows he shouldn’t be. His hands loosen from Jeongguk’s hair as he stumbles over his thoughts. He’s not ready for this yet. Not ready to fall off the edge. 

  Jeongguk must’ve sensed Jimin’s hesitance underneath him as he chuckled nosing along his jawline. “Baby relax, I don’t expect you to say it straight away” his hand took one of Jimin’s that was still limply lying in his hair to hold. “I just wanted to say it.” More kisses to his jaw, “wherever I’m looking I seem to only search for you.”

  “Whenever you’re not next to me I’m just and nervous” chastely whispering against his jawline, “I just want you to know I’m always on your side forever” and now Jeongguk’s back to hover above Jimin. 

  Jimin reacts without thinking. “I love your hair.”

  At that Jeongguk paused to laugh wholeheartedly against his neck, all toothy and nose scrunched and begins to press kisses repeatedly on the blessedly placed mole on his neck.

  “Yeah I know you do baby.”

  And people thought Jeongguk was the emotionally constipated one.

  - -

Since that day Jimin still hadn’t yet uttered those three words. His guilt only doubles every time Jeongguk repeats his declaration. Waking up in the mornings, waiting backstage, in the practice room, studio- everywhere. Yet Jimin still can’t seem to come to the same honeymoon avenue that Jeongguk is at. His heart was stuck at amber.

  Nevertheless Jeongguk never forced him or looked at him expectantly. In fact he just pulls him into a tight, bone-crushing hug as he rubs his face all over him. He reminded Jimin each time that he wasn’t under pressure. Smoothing his sides whenever he repeated the three words, reaffirming there was no rush- that Jeongguk still had falled hard off the cliff long ago.

  Because Jeongguk was just a motionless ocean without the exhilarating waves that were Jimin, revitalising him.

  - -

“One more game babe?”

  “Sure.”

  Jeongguk beckoned Jimin over to sit next to him on the floor. He flops onto his lap and reaches for Jimin’s soft fingers to play with his hair immediately. Jimin just chuckles at the silent command soothing the disorganised locks that most likely came from a bro fight with Tae earlier.

  “I’m gonne go be a pig and watch anime. Buh bye.” Taehyung rapidly scurries into his room with the food, preferring to deal with animated PDA.

  Now they’re alone and chilling in a comfortable silence. Jimin decided to watch Jeongguk instead of the game and just gazes lovingly. He’s extremely exhausted from practice but he doesn’t register the dull ache in his body as he soaks up his boyfriend’s existence. The nervous lip bites when he concentrates on smashing the buttons, the adorable nose scrunches when he dies and the lovable, defeated face he pulls when someone quickscopes him. He grins at how his body doesn’t ever keep still as it animatedly just moves in accordance with whatever Jeongguk is doing on screen. His head and arms rolling back and forth all around Jimin’s lap that is his playground. However his favourite is when Jeongguk smiled widely, bunny teeth and all.

  “Did you see me wreck that guy?” Jeongguk gets up from him cheerful, gesturing his controlled uncontrollably and unconsciously moving himself closer to Jimin, to make him share his victory. Jeongguk is still talking energetically about his wreckage with the dangerously moving controller but all Jimin can focus on is Jeongguk. Drinking him all in as he zones out of Jeongguk’s ‘badman wreckage’ babble. Victorious adrenaline dances through his deep cocoa eyes. To be honest, Jimin just wants to watch him all day.

  Jeongguk’s stopped talking now, waving the controlled in front of Jimin’s blank face to get his attention.

  “Hellooo…”

  He locks eyes with him, captivated by just Jeongguk. He feels himself teetering off the edge of the cliff he was previously precariously standing on. Worry spreads over Jeongguk’s face when he receives no response. He carefully places a hand on Jimin’s side looking into his bare and tired face. 

  “You haven’t eaten all day have you? You were in the practice room since morning Jimin” Jeongguk murmurs gently. “Are you skipping meals again?”

  Concern dominates his facial features, “Baby, don’t you see you’re beyond beautiful? God I don’t even deserve you.”

  That pushes him over the cliff. Jimin falls hard. Hard into the boundless ocean that is Jeongguk. The surges of a magnetic pull pulsing through his fingertips urging him on. He only sees Jeongguk. Only hears Jeongguk. Only wants Jeongguk.

  So Jimin says it. Leaning up he presses a chaste kiss to the small frown. 

  “I love you Jeongguk”

  Jeongguk is unmoving. Eyes wide and mouth open like a fish he just gapes. The silence makes him fidget with his hoodie but he still keeps his eyes locked on his boyfriend. Still only a breath away as he tilts up to even out the height difference, not sure of how to carry on.

  “I love y-” and before he can finish he notices a controller getting dashed to the side as he gets yanked by his calves and down to his back. Soft lips come crashing down on him. He can feel Jeongguk smile and he does too winding his arms around his shoulders pulling him in closer. Impossibly closer so that when Jeongguk opens Jimin’s full lips with a few licks he begins chasing Jeongguk’s short eyelashes whilst their tongues collide together. His heart felt full and burning with a transcending feeling. An electrifying connection runs from his toes through to his fingertips as he tangles his small hands in the fluffy mess of hair. Butterflies flutter within him as Jeongguk litters his entire face in kisses of whispered ‘I love you’s and Jimin can’t help but giggle each time. Trying to force him back to look at him instead.

  As soon as Jeongguk hears the giggles he gives a full-blown bunny grin and hurries to chase and swallow them with searing, heart-stopping kisses.

  “Jeongguk my face is gonne be covered in your saliva if you don’t stop” Jimin laughs loudly, fingertips moving to run simple patterns along Jeongguk’s nape. Jeongguk just smirks down at him.

  “Don’t care” he mumbles as he kisses his jawline. “Say it again.”

  “I love y-” a tongue-clashing kiss shuts him up.

  Hands gripping firmly under his waist, he lifts Jimin up into strong arms and onto his lap. Jimin’s thighs are slotted around his hips. The position allowing for easier neck kisses, which Jeongguk is apparently addicted to, as Jimin throws his head back. He hums against the column. “Say it again.”

  “I love y-” Jimin begins laughing against Jeongguk’s eager lips again. “Jeongguk if you’re not gonna let me finish the stop asking me over and ove-”

  “Say it again,” Now Jeongguk just gazes into Jimin’s eyes. Attention all on him whilst his arms brings his hips closer. Jimin smiles as their hearts beat hard and fast against each other. Looking down at his elated boyfriend, eyes falling into crescent form, he brings his hands to the sides of Jeongguk’s face with his thumbs rubbing circles into the creamy skin. He kisses the hidden mole under his bottom lip and lets it linger before he angles upwards to his lips. Hovering over them as he whispers looking straight at him-

  “I love you”

  With that Jimin descends down into a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms in a firm hold around Jeongguk’s neck. He feels lightweigt as Jeongguk heaves them both off the floor and strides towards Jimin’s room. Feeling Jimin tighten his thighs around him for support Jeongguk moans loudly into his mouth. Then Jimin’s small fists pull on his hair to start sucking and biting down his neck.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Taehyung gets started from the sudden flingin of his bedroom door, “are you kidding me?” Jeongguk snarls collapsing onto the other bed as Jimin sucks and moan high-pitched and moist on his neck.

  “Fuck you hoes.”

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[ Ermm so this is just complete fluff and it’s my first time writing anything in like 5 years so I apologise if it’s absolute shit lol. Who knew I would be here writing OTP fanfic but ah well life goes on. I posted this originally on my AO3 but I finally plucked up the courage to post it here. :) ]

Black blood -Lexark- Part 2

Summary: Elyza’s flirting finally goes too far and they both can’t hold themselves back. ayyyyyyyy smut basically

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Ever since their supply run, Alicia can’t stop thinking about Elyza. It’s driving her crazy because she should be able to at least look at her blonde friend without her face heating up and her thoughts wondering to things that certainly don’t belong at the dinner table. Elyza sees through it all of course, it’s like she knows exactly what Alicia is thinking and gives the younger girl her signature smirk. Which in turn makes Alicia’s heart hammer in her chest and her face flush even more.

She’s lost track of the times Madison has asked her if she’s okay and Elyza has joined in with mock concern knowing exactly what she’s doing. Alicia realises she must seem rude when she storms away from the dinner table to her room. Her family puts it down to her being a rebellious teenager, but when Elyza comes to her room after dinner she knows exactly what is wrong and plays into it knowing Alicia will play along.

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Fanfiction: Monthly

Universe: 2k14
Ship: Raphril underscores it, but all the boys dealing with hormonal surges caused by April
Words: 2599
Rating: M. 
Warnings: More overt sexual references, some minor swears
Summary: Sequel to Something In The Air. The next day, the bros discuss.

Please note that in my fanon the bros are all 21. I do have more ideas surrounding this concept for future fics but I wanna write a bit more outright Raphril before I tackle it more, I think. Hopefully you all enjoy this one too!

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maiagarroway-archive  asked:

Could you write Minty college au with rival frat prank war?

I most certainly can, thank you so much I loved writing it! (also please note that I know absolutely nothing about the American school system and frats so I apologise if something doesn’t make sense) also I couldn’t thing about any good pranks so I kind of beat around the bush there… ;)

“Come on man, seriously we have to go, they’ll be back soon“, Jasper hissed beside him.

“Just a second,” Monty was typing furiously, trying to break through the firewall. He had no idea how this whole situation had gone from a harmless egging of a frat building to a full on war. Okay, he knew exactly how, and the reason for it was Nathan Miller’s face when he had watched Monty struggle over his latest prank last week. That smug grin that had Monty fuming with rage and indignation and had him swear he would get him back on this.

It wasn’t like they had started the prank war. It was an old rivalry between both of their frats that had been going on for years. It seemed to have reignited ever since Nathan and him had gotten involved. Monty hadn’t cared much in the beginning, but Nathan Miller had quickly changed that. It definitely had nothing to do with his dazzling good looks that he clearly knew how to use. When he smiled he made Monty forget every witty comeback he had ever thought of.

It made Monty furious how he seemed to be able to take his words away. Monty hadn’t ever been lost for words before.

He knew it was getting late. The time window for their prank was growing smaller as Monty’s typing became more frantic. When he heard a sound at the door he quickly shut down the computer and slipped out of the window. He saw the lights flick on and Miller sit down at his desk before switching the screen back on.

“Jesus Christ Monty, come on!” Jasper tugged desperately at Monty’s sleeve. Monty was currently ducking behind the hedge on the front lawn of Tetha building.

“One second, I have to see this.” he whispered back, a grin spreading as he saw Miller’s confused face . The warm light of the room was complimenting Miller’s dark skin, making it look even softer than usual, his stubble merely a dark shade.

“This crush is definitely getting out of hand,” Jasper huffed beside him. Monty felt a heat creep up his neck and was grateful for the darkness surrounding him, “Shut up, I don’t have a crush.”

“Sure you don’t,” Jasper retorted and pulled him out of the driveway. They broke into a run, trying to reatin their laughter, adrenaline pumping through them.

“This was by far the best one yet,” Jasper grinned when they got back to their dorms.

“Let’s see how they respond,” Monty answered with a proud grin.

The response came very soon. Two days after their break in Monty stepped into his house to find everything  wrapped tightly in cellophane. He sighed. Deeply. It hadn’t seemed like a great prank at first, but after spending at least three hours on unpacking everything again the whole frat was fuming.

Still, when he met Nathan Miller in front of the classroom the next day he greeted him with a “Week comeback Miller.” He had to hide a grin at the furious scowl the other boy sent his way.

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melsanfo  asked:

Prompt: Oliver had a secret crush on his tutor (Felicity) in high school but did nothing and hated himself for it afterwards. Cut to present time, he needs a school for Connor and he chooses an academy not knowing Felicity works there. Sparks fly!

AN: So this got long on me. Hope you like it!


All I Ever Wanted

“Are you ever going to do something about that?” Tommy groaned from beside him.

Oliver ripped his gaze from the blonde and elbowed his best friend hard in the ribs. “Shut up or she’ll hear you,” he hissed, glancing over to see if the girl had noticed. Luckily the cafeteria was loud and she hadn’t.

“Ever since she tutored you last year you’ve been starring at her and it’s Felicity this, Felicity that. It’s starting to border on stalker territory. You’ve gotta do something man.”

“I can’t,” he sighed, placing his elbows on the table.  

“Why not?” Tommy asked incredulously.

“Felicity Smoak…she’s amazing. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, kind…” he trailed off, his eyes once again moving to her. “And I’m a huge screw up.”  

Tommy’s mouth opened, no doubt shocked at just how deep his feelings went for her. “What are you saying? She’s too good for you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he said darkly as he shoved away from the table.

“Oh for the love of-” Tommy started as he got up and stalked out of the lunch room, his friend following closely behind him. “Oliver! That girl could be your one shot for happiness in there and you’re just gonna let her go?”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice. All you have to do is walk up and say ‘Hi, I’m Oliver Queen, I’ve kinda been stalking you because I miss you and I know we’re in high school and all but I feel like you could be my soul mat-”

“Tommy shut up,” Oliver cut him off harshly making him step back. “There is no choice because…because I got a girl pregnant.” His best friend sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. “Do you see why I can’t now? She deserves better,  the whole world’s ahead of her and I’m just the boy who’s failed miserably at everything he’s did….” He closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to let himself feel the loss and agony before pulling himself back together. “It’s over. Let it go.” And then he left…to start his new life…hoping that one day he could be good enough for the likes of Felicity Smoak…the only girl who had ever believed in him. 


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Ten Years Later

“Connor can you please hurry up, I have a meeting that I can not miss.”

“I’m coming, just give me a minute. I can’t find my book report!”

“It’s on the table,” he told his son as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the counter. He heard a shout of ‘fount it’ from the other room and a few moments later his son cam hustling into the kitchen, hitching his book bag over his shoulder as he ran. “Ready?”

“Yep,” the nine year old answered.

“Lunch money?” Connor nodded. “Homework?”  He thought for a moment before nodding again. “Are you forgetting anything?” His brow furrowed before he finally shook his head. “Wrong,” Oliver declared at he held up his son’s Epipen.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh…what would you do if you somehow got into peanuts again and didn’t have this?”

“Probably die a horrible, dramatic death?”

“Here,” he turned his son around and put it in the special zipper compartment of his backpack. “The only thing that’s dramatic around here is you.”

“Mrs. Parker said I’d make a good actor,” the little boy announced as he climbed into the backseat of the car.

“Yeah well…actors don’t typically make a lot of money. That’s why you go to school.” Oliver said with a roll of his eyes as he started the vehicle and pulled into traffic.  

“Thought you said we were rich?” Connor asked.

“We are but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to learn. How do you expect to keep money if you don’t know how to do math?”

“Touche.”

Oliver looked in the review mirror. “Where did you learn that word?”  

“Mr. Diggle says it all the time. It’s not a bad word, if it was he wouldn’t let Sara and Andy say it too.”

They pulled into the school parking lot and Connor climbed out before slowly turning back, his expression guilty. He let out a breath. “What is it?”

“I kinda forgot to tell you there’s a teachers meeting tonight.”

They had been working on Connor being more responsible. He looked truly sorry so Oliver decided to let it slide this time. “It’s okay bud, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks Dad, see ya later,” the boy called over his shoulder as he rushed into the school.

Oliver shook his head and smiled as he pulled away from the Academy. Who thought his life would have turned out the way it had? After he’d graduated high school he’d went to Starling City University and gotten his MBA. Sandra hadn’t wanted anything to do with their son so he’d made it his mission to provide for him. His mother and sister had been a big help in raising him and he turned out to be a fine young man, though his Mom said he reminded her of him at his age. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t worry him. Oliver didn’t want Connor to make the same mistakes he had. His son could never be a mistake, he loved him more than he thought possible but he wanted more for him than he’d wanted for himself when he was young. His dream was for Connor to reach for the stars and his full potential.

He was happy with his life, he was twenty-seven and was running Queen Incorporated, a multi-million dollar company, he had wonderful friends and family, a great son….but still there was something missing. He never dared let himself think about just what is was. He was responsible for too much and he didn’t have time for anything, or anyone else.

The day passed quickly and at five o'clock he was heading back to the Starling Academy. Diggle had taken the boys to their afternoon baseball game this week and would be meeting him there. When he arrived  Connor ran up to him, a grin plaster on his face, orange dirt spread across his forehead.

“We won!” He shouted and Oliver gave him a high five and a hug.

“Way to go,” he turned to Andy and looked between him and Connor. “I’m very proud of both of you.”

Diggle gave him a clap on the back as they made their way through the double doors into the school and relayed to him all that had happened at the game. The boys chattered happily behind them one of them occasionally whooping as they relieved some of their finer moments of the afternoon.

They reached the classroom and all the kids took off to a corner as Mrs. Day started prattling on about what was planned for the next semester, pointing their attention to the screen and clicking through the slide show as she spoke. It wasn’t long before he found himself tuning out and it wasn’t until the teacher started pounding on the computers keys that he refocused, noticing that the slide show had stopped, frozen on a picture of a bake sale announcement.

“Oh sugar honey iced tea,” she exclaimed and Oliver had to cover his mouth to hide a laugh at her thinly veiled curse. Mrs. Day put her hands on her hip. “I’m sorry, this stupid thing has been freezing up all day.”

“ST is on site today. Mr. Walter’s was having a problem with his too,” a parent who was also another teacher at the school spoke up as she pulled out her phone to call whoever it was they were talking about.

Minutes later the door cracked opened and a blonde head appeared “I heard you were having a tech crisis Mrs. Day?” The woman asked. He couldn’t see her face but her voice sounded vaguely familiar.

“Yes, this darn thing just keep’s freezing up. I’ve had to stop myself from throwing it out the window several time.”

The woman gasped and came fully into the room. “No need to jump to violence, I’m sure I can have it fixed up in a jiffy.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out to read an email from his VP as he waited for the tech to do her job. Five minutes passed as he replied to several messaged and texts as they continued to wait. He didn’t look up until there was a disruption from the back of the class and he turned to find Connor standing on a desk making a sound that sounded like a pterodactyl as he demonstrated something to Andy and the other kids.

“Connor, you get down from there right now,” he snapped. A chuckle from his right reached his ears and he sent a glare Diggle’s direction. Connor got down and returned to talking in hushed tones to his best friend. He turned back to the room at large, looking to the front. “I’m sorry for the interruption…” The world slowly died away as he caught sight of the woman standing behind the computer screen. Her hair was blonder, and gone were the jeans and flats, in their place a tight blue dress and heels that made him swallow. Her lips painted a bright pink and just as perfect as they been all those years ago. Despite all the changes she was still the same. It was even possible that she’d had grown into an even more beautiful woman.  Felicity Smoak was still all he’d ever wanted.

Her eyes finally collided with his and he saw recognition fill them. She held his gaze with just as much intensity and he could practically feel the sexual tension sizzling between them. Even in high school they’d had it, able to stare at each other for long spans of time, their eyes never leaving another neither aware of the others in the room as the air crackled around them. They’d even once came close to kissing but he’d pulled away, letting his lack of self worth control him. He’d knew she’d liked him but then he’d been unsure if what she felt for him was the depth of what he’d felt for her and he’d feared rejection. 

Eventually she tore her eyes from his, her lips lifting in a small smile as she turned back to the computer and hit a few buttons. “There you go Mrs. Day, you’re all set.”

“Thank you so much dear.”

“It’s no problem,” Felicity assured her as she slowly backed from the room, not even looking his way a second time. His phone slipped from his hands and landed on the desk with a thud. Just as fast as the woman who’d taken a chunk of his heart appeared she disappeared, leaving the empty place in his heart aching.  

“You’re not going to let her go again are you?” His head whipped around to look at John. “What? You honestly think Tommy didn’t tell me about your first love?” He made a mental note to strangle Merlyn later.  Obviously he’d made a mistake letting him spend time with his other best friend. “You’re not the man you were Oliver. Go get the girl,” Diggle ended with a smile.

He closed his eyes remembering all the looks, the little touches, the heat that had been between them. Was it possible that it was all still there? Could she feel something for him? Had she all those years ago? It seemed unbelievable but he’d been living off logic so long all he waned to do was let go and live, just for once. After all what were the odds that he’d see the girl he had fallen for at his sons school? It had to be a sign. He thought of the way her blue eyes behind her glasses had met his..that had him rising out of his seat and taking off into the hallway. When he excited the door he looked to the right and then to the left in search of her. He saw a blonde pony tail bopping at the end of the long corridor and didn’t waste any time calling out.

“Felicity!” He rushed after her and was relieved when she turned to him, her eyes wide and her pretty pink mouth slightly parted.

“Oliver what are you-” she started but she didn’t finish because he had grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. He was tired of waiting, of playing it safe. He’d done that and where had it gotten him? No he would not miss this opportunity again. Giving up before he’d even taken a chance with her would forever be one of his regrets.

It took a few seconds before Felicity responded but when she did it was with fervor, her lips melding to his, her fingers coming up to tangle in the hair at his nape, her head angling to deepen the kiss. He couldn’t help but press closer to her, seeking her warmth. When her chest pressed against his he let out a breath he hadn’t know he’d been holding. Her small arms around him and her mouth against his was the wake up call he’d needed. This was where he was supposed to be.

Breathless he finally pulled away from her, looking down to find her eyes still closed, her breath leaving her in pants. A few long moments later she opened her eyes “Why did you do that?” she questioned. It was time to bare his soul.

“From the first moment I met you Felicity I knew…I knew you were the one but I let you slip through my fingers. I pulled away and it’s something I’ll always regret. I can’t let you go now without knowing…”

Her eyes roamed over his face searching for truth and finding it. Her small hands pressing into his chest grounded him in the moment. “Knowing what?”

“If you feel it too,” he said softly.

Her mouth lifted and she tangled their fingers together.  “I’ve been in love with you for ten years Oliver Queen. What took you so long?”

Her words made his heart flutter. She loved him? He searched her eyes much liked she’d done and found his answer. The smile that broke out his face couldn’t be matched. “I didn’t know you were waiting, had I then I definitely would’ve moved faster.”  

“You took the time you needed.”

“No more,” he stated and she nodded, a grin much like his breaking across her face.

“No more,” she repeated as she pressed up on her toes to kiss him.

“Ewww Ms. Felicity is making out with my Dad!” Came a yell from down the hall that had them pulling apart. He turned to find Digg with a smug grin, both Connor and Andy starring at them.

“Connor,” he admonish but Felicity just burst out laughing as she held out her arms. Much to his shock his son came running into them, hugging her around her waist. She ruffled his hair and squeezed him tight before the boy pulled away and peered up at him.

“How do you know Felicity Dad?”

“We’re…old friends. How do you know her?”

“She saved me last month when I had that allergic reaction.”  

He turned to her and she smiled at him. How had he not known about this? “I’ve got a contract here. I own my own company, Smoak Technology and occasionally drop in to do checks. I passed by and noticed he wasn’t breathing good. I administered his Epipen.”

“Wonders never cease.”

“I’ll say,” Felicity said as she pressed into his side.

And it was right there in the hallways of a school with his son in one arm and Felicity in the other that he realized he’d gotten all he ever wanted.


This work is part of the ‘We Can Be Immortal’ short collection on ao3 and can be found here (X)

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