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woongisi · 1 year

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No Empty Space // Eric x Sunwoo

sub!Kim Sunwoo x dom!Eric Sohn // SMUT

WC// 1.7k

Synopsis// After a long day, Eric's not keen on sharing the sofa. Sunwoo decides he can change that.

Warnings// anal, dry humping, name calling, praise kink

Author's Note// BYOK cultural reset! I wanted to post something entirely new but yknow. whatever. here's something from a few months ago that was totally out of my comfort zone bc i normally do x reader :)

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“Sunwoo, hurry up! This is a race, is it not?” Eric’s voice called back against the wind. After a long day of running the city streets and causing various mischief, the sun shone its goodbyes across the horizon’s expanse to call an end to another hot summer day. The younger of the two had called a race back to the car and made a run for it in an instant. Sunwoo, maintaining a casual stroll, smirked in expectation. Only steps after his exclamation and mere feet from the car, Eric tripped over his own feet and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Sunwoo darted ahead with a laugh suppressed between his lips before lifting Eric by the arms, turning to press his own back against the side of the car. “I won.”

Eric whined and writhed against Sunwoo’s grip. “Whatever! You just got lucky. Now get in, asshole, we’re going to your house.” Sunwoo climbed into the passenger’s side only after calling shotgun as if there was anybody else to take it to begin with. Eric’s car was a sight on its own with a glossy black exterior that seemed to never hold claim to any blemish. Its interior was largely trimmed in off-white leather with black at the seams. Red fuzzy dice hung from the front mirror, a gift from Sunwoo for the sole purpose of making the car seem tacky. The engine started up with a low purr and welcome chime.

The drive to Sunwoo’s house was no longer than 5 minutes in length but plenty enough for him to glance over at Eric’s focused expression and sweat coated brow. When driving, Eric had a habit of taking his bottom lip softly into his mouth every time he made a turn… a habit that never failed to make Sunwoo’s stomach churn. However unsafe, Eric drove with one hand at the top of the steering wheel and the other dropped between his thighs that presented a subtle flex of his triceps.

The youngest’s outfit for the day was simple yet undeniably effective. For a shirt, he donned a simple, loosely fitted white tank with dropped armholes that he kept tucked into black cargo pants. Sunwoo on the other hand wore a cropped Hysteric Glamour top (that may or may not have been a normal length prior to an unfortunate round of laundry) and denim shorts that cut off at the knees. Formerly he’d had a bomber jacket colored red white and blue, but Eric had long since sullied it by tackling Sunwoo straight into a pile of gravel.

Eric let out a relaxed sigh and pulled the vehicle to the curb out front of Sunwoo’s home, turning off the ignition and scrambling to the other side of the car to open the door for his senior. “You’re so annoying,” Sunwoo feigned a scoff and took Eric’s hand to lift himself from the seat. “Come on, let's take a seat on the couch. There’s plenty of room.”

Eric practically flung himself down on the brown suede sofa, man spreading to the best of his capabilities and stretching one arm after the other. “Aren’t you gonna leave me any space?” Sunwoo groaned and kicked his buddy’s shin.

“Mmm… nah, I like having this room.”

“Well-”, a wicked thought flicked through Sunwoo’s mind. “I guess you won’t mind if I make my own seat.”

Sunwoo sat himself directly between Eric’s legs and pressed his ass up against the other’s groin. Practically jumping out of his skin, Eric grabbed fistfuls of the sofa’s material as if he’d disappear if he didn’t. “You know I’ve been staring at you the whole day, don’t you?” Sunwoo muttered nonchalantly and innocently wriggled his hips. “You just had to wear that tank top, huh? Just had to show off those toned arms of yours.”

“Watch yourself, man...” Eric hissed as he snaked one arm around Sunwoo's waist. “You aren’t the only one that’s been waiting for a bit of privacy.” He licked a long stripe up Sunwoo’s neck, pulling a whine from the boy on top of him. “Get up, if you’re so desperate then show me.”

Eric shifted to rest his back against the arm of the couch, urging Sunwoo to straddle his hips in turn. Sunwoo, taking only a moment to process what was going on, leaned in and desperately took Eric’s lips into his own. His hand massaged Sunwoo's ass as he hurried to take control of the kiss. “I didn’t realize you were so needy, babe.” Eric groaned.

"Maybe you should learn some critical thinking skills.” Sunwoo ground his hips against Eric’s dick, already painfully hard. “You’re the one who has to be such a tease in everything you do.”

Eric growled under the friction and shut his partner up with a firm bite to his collarbone. “Be quiet, Sunwoo. Just kiss me, you’re having this much fun while we’re both fully clothed.”

A chorus of desperate moans filled the room, Sunwoo’s hips stuttering in rhythm. Eric had initially only meant this as foreplay, but he took notice of how worked up his partner was already. Sunwoo was sweating, his curled light brown hair losing its form in return. His brows were furrowed in a mix of both concentration and frustration while tears welled in his dark eyes. With every thrust, Sunwoo felt euphoric waves of heat wash over his shaking body. Unable to bring himself to interrupt Sunwoo’s pleasure, Eric yanked his head back by a fistful of soft hair. Eric pulled Sunwoo down in such a way his heaving chest pressed against his own and softly nipped at his earlobe. Sunwoo lost himself deeper into his overwhelming joy with every passing moment, whiny moans tumbling from his lips. His dick twitched against the firm fabric of his jeans.

“You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you, Sunnie?” Eric whispered seductively into his senior’s ear.

“E-Eric, don’t- fuck, Eric!” Sunwoo stopped in his tracks, thighs quivering with every hit of pleasure. Hot spurts of cum hit the fabric of Sunwoo’s briefs, bringing breathy whines of Eric’s name each time. Eric froze in surprise, taking in every utterance of his name. Sunwoo’s face flushed deep red upon realizing what he’d just done. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… Shit!” Embarrassed teardrops fell from his eyes and landed on Eric’s chest.

Eric wiped Sunwoo’s tears with his thumbs and pulled him into a soft kiss. “Sunwoo, don’t apologize…”, he whispered. “You’re so fucking hot, baby.”

“Alright,” Sunwoo smirked with a renewed confidence. “Then stop messing around and shove your cock in me.”

Eric wasted no time in unbuckling Sunwoo’s belt and discarding his shorts to the floor, his own pants following suit. “Hands and knees.” Eric ordered eagerly and rummaged through his bag for a bottle of warming lube. Dripping a considerable amount onto his fingers, he circled Sunwoo’s entrance before gently pushing one digit in. A soft gasp escaped Sunwoo's lips at the intrusion, and he pushed back against Eric.

Eric gently curled his finger around inside before slipping another in. He stared wide-eyed at the boy before him, admiring the way Sunwoo’s ass greedily pulled his finger’s inward. “Look at you, such a good little whore.” Eric cooed, which earned a whimper from Sunwoo.

“Mmm, Ric… only for you.” Sunwoo braced himself on one arm and reached the other down to stroke his aching cock. “Please, I’m ready, just fuck me already.”

Eric removed his fingers to Sunwoo’s dismay and poured lube on to his length, taking a moment to slather it on. “Since you asked so kindly, my dear…” Placing his hands on Sunwoo’s toned waist, he guided him to hover just above his hips.

Sunwoo eagerly lowered himself down on to Eric, his law dropping slightly with a drawn out moan. “God, Eric, you’re so big.” He groaned, eventually bottoming out.

Soaking in the praise, Eric began to roll his hips into Sunwoo at a steady and deliberate place. “Your little ass is so tight,” He grunted. “You take me so well, Sunnie.”

Sunwoo’s dick slapped against him in time with every thrust, smearing precum across the supple skin of his stomach. Beads of sweat rolled down Eric’s temples, looking up at Sunwoo with admiration. Eric could never truly process Sunwoo’s beauty. His golden honey skin, the contour of his abs, his toned thighs, his juicy lips, but more than anything his eyes. His deep eyes that held all the stars of the universe in them and conveyed his every thought. Nothing matched the glossy sheen that overtook Sunwoo’s gaze in such intimate moments, Eric decided then that no other sight could be so divine.

“Faster, please, need it,” Sunwoo borderline begged Eric. “Feels so good.” Who was Eric to deny such pretty pleas? Eric adjusted his grip on Sunwoo’s thighs for ample leverage and slammed his hips firmly into Sunwoo’s ass. Bordering closer to cries, Sunwoo’s moans filled the room alongside Eric’s grunts. It wasn’t long before the two felt the familiar coil build inside of them fueled by the enthralls of lust.

“God- Sun, I’m so close… cum with me?” Eric gasped between groans, ignoring the complete cliché of it all. Sunwoo’s faltering pace and unsteady breathing was all Eric needed to know he was close.

“Mhm, please, inside.” Sunwoo draped his arms over Eric’s shoulders to anchor himself. Moving one hand from his lover’s hips to pump his dick instead, Eric pulled Sunwoo against him. Eric picked up the pace exponentially with the two’s foreheads pressed together, sloppy kisses exchanged between them.

In a few more thrusts Eric buried his cock as deep as he could manage, shooting white-hot loads into Sunwoo’s asshole through strangled moans. Sunwoo followed not long after, crying out Eric’s name as if his well-being depended on it. Still stuffed in him, Eric planted soft kisses across Sunwoo’s face, attempting to help him ride out his orgasm.

"You did so well for me, Sunwoo,” Eric purred into Sunwoo’s ear. “You always do… let’s run a bath?” Sunwoo nodded weakly and pulled himself off of Eric’s cock, spilling cum across the both of them.

"Ric,” Sunwoo pouted. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too, even if you’re such a slut.” Eric giggled. “Come on, I’m gonna get you all cleaned up.”

#[gray fucks tbz 🖤]#tbz smut #sunric #sunwoo smut #eric smut #sunric smut #i'm going to hell

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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Okay I’ll throw in one last one for the road: Van der Humphreys + children?

VDH + Children

“...so that’s Eric and Jonathan and Jenny and Nathaniel in the east wing, Daniel and Blair and Serena and Vanessa upstairs, and I thought we should put Scott and Natalie in the largest bedroom, since they’re bringing the baby with them.”

“Fine by me,” Rufus says, coming around to set a fresh cup of tea beside Lily’s laptop as she studies the details of their rental in Kauai. “They’re definitely coming? Traveling with a two-year-old is – a lot.”

“They already RSVP'd,” Lily confirms, lifting her Freddie “Boom Boom” Washington mug to take a sip. “Plus, we’ll all be around, so they should be able to take at least one night off.”

“True,” Rufus agrees, one of his hands gently kneading her shoulder.

“So,” she twists her head back to look up at her husband as he peers down at the screen, his own Welcome Back, Kotter mug in hand, “what do you think?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Lil,” he muses, “you sure we’ll have enough room?”

“Oh, stop,” she chides as he laughs, dropping into the dining chair next to her and scooting closer.

“It’ll be great,” he amends, setting a hand on her knee.

“And this way, every couple will have their own bathroom.”

“That’s smart. Save us from a repeat of the Hot Water Incident of 2016.”

Lily laughs at the joke, but that’s why she chose such an extensive property for this family trip. During their last one in Telluride, Dan and Nate had to physically put themselves between Blair and Jenny.

“Was that really the last time the whole family was together?” Rufus asks.

Lily makes a dissenting noise. “Eric’s wedding,” she corrects.

“Oh, that’s right,” Rufus nods, “Nat was pregnant with Dylan.”

(Named after Bob, a fact which they both loved, though Rufus is the only one who’ll admit it).

“Our numbers have gone up,” Lily says lightly.

“And they’ll keep on going.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Do you know something I don’t know?”

Rufus blinks, puzzled for a second. “Nope, but don’t you think?”

She laughs, tipping her head back. Rufus moves to stretch his arm across the back of her chair, and she settles into it with a sigh, her eyes still on the screen, still displaying all the details of their Hawaiian dream rental.

“Do you think sometimes maybe we have too many children?” she jokes.

“Maybe,” Rufus props his chin on her shoulder, “but I kind of love it that way.”

She smiles, and reaches up to pat his cheek. “Me too.”

It’s a perfect afternoon in Kauai, though Nate’s not sure there’s any other kind of afternoon here.

Lily always goes all out for these family trips, and this one is no different. The villa she rented is massive. Hilariously oversized, Jen called it on their arrival, and while that may be true, it’s nice that there’s enough space for everyone in the family to do their own thing. Plus, it means Nate won’t have to hold Jenny back from jumping her sister-in-law for hogging the bathroom, at least on this trip.

Right now, Nate is parked on the sectional sofa in the main living area, next to a huge set of windows displaying the ocean down in the distance. He’d taken Jenny out on the water this morning, but now he needed to carve out some time with the stack of study materials he’d brought with him.

“Yikes. You do know you’re on vacation, right?”

Nate looks up from the packet in his hands to see Serena, already twenty percent tanner than when they’d all got here three days ago. She’s wearing the look she and Jenny have both classified as Island Niles: a brightly-colored large and flowy Hawaiian shirt and denim cutoffs (Nate’s in love with a fashion designer, he notices these things now).

“Haha,” he says flatly. “I don’t have a choice. I got a physiology exam the week after we get back, so I can’t let all the information leak out of my brain.”

Serena drops down onto the other end of the couch. “Look at you,” she croons, poking his leg with her foot, “Nate Archibald, the academic.”

He looks back down at his reading, flipping Serena off as he does.

He hears her laugh, and spots the toss of her head out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t worry, Vanessa’s just as bad, she’s been elbow deep in Final Cut pro all day. So, I came to see what everyone else is doing.”

Nate shrugs, tapping the end of his pen on his lips. “Scott and Nat left for a romantic getaway on the big island this morning, so most everyone else is taken with the baby.” He gestures with his pen to the window behind him, to the lawn and the pool where no doubt Jen, Dan, Eric, Jonathan, Rufus,

and Lily were all still entertaining Scott’s little girl, Dylan. (Named after Bob, which Nate and Jen both agreed was a really awesome name).

Serena hums, following his point to look out the window. She laughs lightly, smile breaking over her face.

“Aren’t you glad Scott finally had a kid?” she asks, propping her head up with her arm on the back of the couch. “Really takes the pressure off.”

Nate narrows his eyes playfully. “What pressure would you be under?”

“Umm, me and Vanessa, that’s two uteruses, so: double the pressure of the rest of you!”

He laughs. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Serena tilts her head in thought. “Is that even the plural of uterus? Or is it uteri?”

“Uteruses,” Nate confirms.

She grins. “See? That studying is already paying off!” she pokes him with her foot again, repeatedly this time, until Nate has to swat her away with one of his textbooks.

“Fine, fine,” she relents with a giggle. “But, seriously, tell me how school’s going.”

Nate does, trading his stories from nursing school for Serena’s about her photography and writing freelancing. She’d shied away from it for a long time, not wanting to be like her mother, but eventually, with Vanessa and Blair and Eric’s prodding, she couldn’t deny it’s what she loved to do, even if she still refuses to call it photojournalism.

There’s always the text chains and emails and errant direct messages on social media, but Nate loves these gatherings because it’s a chance for him to really catch up with his best friend. Blair’s only a couple hours away in Paris, but S and her girl were on the move so much Nate really only gets to see them at official van der Humphrey gatherings. It’s lucky he and Blair both fell for people in her family.

Their chat is interrupted by a high-pitched shriek of laughter, and they both turn to see Dylan giggling in Jenny’s arms as she twirls them around in the shallow end of the pool.

“She’s cute,” Serena says.

“Yeah,” Nate didn’t realize he was smiling until after he speaks.

“Soooooo,” Serena says suggestively, waggling her eyebrows like a cartoon villain, “does that mean you’re next?”

Nate snorts. “Nope. Not likely.”

Serena lifts an inquiring eyebrow.

He shrugs. “We’ve talked about it, and neither of us are anywhere near ready.” He drops the packet in his hands and stretches. “Jen has plans to launch her own label by the time she’s thirty, and I just want to survive clinicals.”

Serena nods with a laugh. “Completely understandable.”

“We’ve tabled it indefinitely,” he turns in his seat, mirroring Serena’s pose, hand propped on his arm. “Or at least another ten years.”

“Yeah. Us too,” she shrugs, looking down, hand dropping to pluck at the fringe of one of the throw pillows. “V would be great at it.”

“You would too,” he says softly. “But you don’t have to want it.” (It’s not too dissimilar from what he told Jenny, but the sentiment remains.)

Serena shoots him a grateful smile, then turns to look back out the window. “So who do you think will be next? Eric or Dan?”

Nate hums thoughtfully. “Well, Eric’s the one who gave your mom the white wedding, so he should at least give Dan the chance to win back some points.”

Serena giggles, and as if she could sense their direction of the conversation, Blair comes padding into the room, in shockingly casual dress: leggings and an oversized, faded NYU t-shirt. Nate would have expected her in one of the resort collections Jen’s been pouring over for weeks now.

“How are you doing there, B?” Nate teases.

Blair makes a grumbly noise in response, and sinks down onto the couch between them, putting her head in Serena’s lap and her feet in Nate’s.

“Hungover?” Serena asks with a pitiful pout, brushing Blair’s hair back from her face.

That’s funny, Nate doesn’t remember Blair drinking at all last night. Or the night before. Or on the flight from Heathrow to LAX—and there are few things Blair Waldorf loves more than a cocktail on an international flight.

“No,” Blair insists. “I’m just exhausted. Must be jetlag.”

“We’ve been here for a few days now, B,” Serena says gently.

“Well, it’s delayed jetlag,” Blair snipes.

“Does that exist?” Nate asks.

Blair scoffs, rolling onto her side, kicking Nate in the process. “I need a nap.”

“I thought naps were for the weak,” Serena teases.

“Yeah, isn’t that what you’ve said at every other van der Humphrey family vacation?”

Blair kicks at him again, but Nate knows he’s right. His best friend has never been one for sleeping in the middle of the day, unless she was pulling a Camille, or when she was…

“B,” he says firmly.

She turns to look him in the eye, and he meets it. He’s been Jenny’s partner too long to be cowed by a withering stare, and known Blair too long to fall apart from hers.

“What,” she asks flatly, challenging.

“B,” he repeats, matching her tone, arching an eyebrow.

Her eyes widen, caught, and then he knows.

“Okay,” Serena waves a hand, interrupting their staring contest. “One of you needs to start talking.”

“Blair’s not hungover,” he says gleefully, “because she hasn’t had a drink all week.”

Blair pushes herself into sitting up. “Nathaniel Archibald –”

“Because,” he drops his voice to a stage-whisper, “she’s pregnant.”

Serena’s squeal nearly breaks the glass behind them. “Really?”

“I – how –” Blair sputters at him. “How did you know?”

“I am a medical professional now, remember?” he picks up the course packet he was reading earlier and waves it in her face.

“You’re a student,” she snarks back, swatting a hand at the book, “you aren’t a professional anything yet, Archibald, don’t be so braggy.”

“Oh, I’m gonna brag a little.”

Serena bounces in her seat, clapping her hands together. “Oh, this is amazing! Congratulations!” She playfully shoves Blair’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

“I can’t believe Dan hasn’t told everyone on the island,” Nate jokes.

Blair shushes them both. “That’s because I haven’t told Dan yet,” she whispers forcefully. “So you two better keep this secret, because if he hears it from one of your girlfriends first, I swear to god, I will end you all.”

Nate meets Serena’s eye over Blair’s head, the both of them grinning wide.

“We’re going to hug you now,” he announces, serious.

Blair’s long-suffering sigh is muffled by the two of them wrapping their arms around each other, squeezing Blair in the middle. After a breath, her hands slip out to settle over their arms.

“Whoa,” Nate hears another feminine voice come from the stairs’ general direction, “did I miss something?”

Serena pulls out of the hug first, then Nate, who turns to see Vanessa entering the room, straps of a swimsuit top peeking out from beneath her sundress.

Nate shares a glance with Serena, still bubbly with excitement, and Blair, who’s eyes may as well be flashing WARNING and DANGER.

“We – uh…plead the fifth?”

Serena bobs her head in a nod, and Blair slumps back into the couch.

“Okay…” Vanessa drags out the word. “Well, I was just gonna walk down to the beach, so…” she trails off, and shoots a meaningful look over her shoulder at Serena before slipping outside through the sliding glass doors.

Serena blinks, then smiles wide. “Bye!” she chirps to her best friends before dashing out the door behind her girlfriend.

Nate turns back to Blair.

“Not a word,” she points a finger at him threateningly.

Nate solemnly draws a cross over his heart, just how they used to make promises to each other when they were kids. He holds his arms open after, and she obliges, throwing her own around his neck in a hug.

“Congrats, B,” he says sincerely, without an ounce of jealousy or regret. They now both had everything they ever wanted.

“Thank you,” she says back, equally genuine.

#another long one i couldn't help myself. i had the rufly idea and then on the train home the other day #the njbc bit just came to me!!!#rufly #van der humphreys #dair #serenessa #jenate #eric x jonathan #scott rosson #s thank you for enabling me to write ALL my agendas #endgame rufly #scott as a vdh #nate going to nursing school #serena & nate & blair being besties #eric being the one to have his high school sweetheart #and my latest hills i've decided to die on: endgame serenessa and endgame jenate #this one is brought to you by:#that vdh headcanons post S made many moons ago #and that time I binge watched netflix's worlds most amazing vacation rentals #the hosts are a liiiiiitttle annoying but that HAWAII episode #*prompts #nothing but respect for MY njbc #and i didn't think about it til i wrote this but it is kinda cute #that the two iconic trios have a partner in the other #like #blair & nate & serena - dan & jenny & vanessa

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! juyeon birthday present for him and one of my best friends! | tw: drowning

a soft splash of water cascades down the side of your arm and you turn your head, still floating, to see eric waving you toward him

flipping over, you dive down into the ocean and push yourself toward his direction

coming up for air - you see his eyes sparkle as he whispers, “let’s go scare chanhee!”

you scrunch up your nose and tell eric that’s not nice but he just insists he has to get back at him. did you forget the incident at the beach two days ago? you know, with the ice-cream?

you roll your eyes - recalling some argument over chanhee grabbing the last mango pop or something - but eric is gone before you can answer

you watch him doggy paddle to where chanhee and younghoon are - wrapping his arms around the other boy and pulling him down into the water

the shouts of shock and laughter wring around you like bells, everything is so happy and sweet, just how summer should be like

but something feels weirdly empty

you look up to your left where some of your other friends are, cuddled up against each other, even in the heat people in love just gravitate to each other

to your right are strangers, strangers clearly in the middle of their own summertime loves

all of a sudden - in the middle of a crowded, bustling ocean - you are hit with loneliness

when am i going to find someone who loves me?

you sink a little down, haloed by the oceans water, when you hear another sound

this one isn’t joyful, in fact it sounds like terror, and you turn to see a flaying hand only a couple of meters away

your body freezes - is that person drowning? - your muscles act before you do, propelling you down back into the water and toward the murky outline of the figure

you’re a decent enough swimmer, making it to the person - a small boy - just in time to do something

but do what? you’ve never saved someone before, do you carry him - do you -

“help get him on my back!”

the new voice comes from your side, you turn and see that you aren’t the only person who has made it to the boy

this person, all cut angles and seriousness, is wearing the lifeguards whistle around his neck and a wave of relief overtakes you

“ok!”

you do as you’re instructed and the lifeguard tilts his head toward the shore

you follow behind him and scramble up the sand - hand on the boys back as you watch everything play out in slow motion

all you’re aware of is that you’re down beside the boy, you’re watching the lifeguard do CPR, his mother and father scurry over, people are talking and yelling

then the boy jerks up - coughing and doubling over - the lifeguard is asking him something and you don’t even notice till everything is ok

that you’re holding the boys hand in your own

it’s a blur after that - after the parents thank you and the lifeguard, named juyeon, over and over.

and now - you’re sitting in a small cabin off the boardwalk, the lifeguards cabin, and you’ve got a towel on your shoulders and eric is asking if you’re ok now

you smile and say you are - just in the time for juyeon to come out of an adjoining office room and you get to look at him seriously for the first time

he’s tall, with wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead.

a light golden tint runs down through his muscular proportions and his eyes are ...

they’re captivating

long and outlined by a perpetual darkness, long eyelashes to envy over, and a brown that almost looks onyx under the light

he’s shirtless, wearing just the bright orange swim shorts and that whistle

he comes over and crouches in front of you with a smile full of kindness, puts a hand on your knee that makes your entire body ignite

“thank you for helping me today, whats your name?”

eric answers for you and you’re thankful because up close his apparent beauty is way more to handle than you had imagined

words - no matter how hard you try to think of one - don’t even manage to formulate in your mind

that hand on your knee pats your skin, giving it a little squeeze before juyeon stands back up and says he’s gotta go back out - his shift isnt over

eric thanks him and when he’s gone, you hear him chuckle

“you know you’re drooling, right?”

that summer - you go to the beach every damn day you can

you tell your friends you’re just trying to get some workouts in, you know swimming uses all your body’s muscles

but no one is fooled

because you’re not the only one with what becomes known as “juyeon fever” around town

he just moved here, took a summer job lifeguarding at the local beach, and - to only add to your dream boy list - drives a cool looking sports bike to and from work

you get to the beach early one day, trying to hide your identity with a ridiculously sized sun hat and issue of the paper you stole from the grocery store - to see him pull up for his shift

he’s wearing those swim shorts, same color as his bike, and a hawaiian print shirt in navy (unbuttoned and fluttering behind him as he pulls up and parks)

he pulls the helmet off, shaking his hair lose, and you nearly curse to yourself - what is this? am i some extra in a movie all about juyeon, because he looks like the main character of a blockbuster for sure. baywatch level.

when he turns in your direction - you hide behind the sunday sudoku and hope he doesn’t notice - but suddenly the sound of feet on sand get louder and louder

he says your name and you try to compose yourself as you lower the paper

you smile, and ask if juyeon is here to start work

he plops himself freely down on the sand beside your towel and pushes the shirt off as he says he is, but he’s a little early

you avert your gaze and even as the sun beats down on you both, you feel yourself freeze when juyeon mentions he’s seen you around the beach alot

“well - it’s summer.”

you explain and juyeon laughs, and even that sound is perfect

“that’s true - the ocean is the best place to be in the summer.......and all the time.”

you see him stare out at the calm waves, his usual sweet smile still on his face, but those eyes of his look like they’re searching through a memory

“do you swim even in winter?”

you joke and he laughs again, “i do, at the indoor pools. oh - by the way your friend eric invited me to a barbeque are you going to be there?”

barbeque? what barbequ - your eyes widen as you remember that it is THAT barbeque the one you were supposed to come over and help set up

“right, yes i am - i actually i promised id buy the plates and stuff so i have to go-”

you scramble, rolling up your towel and reaching for your bag when juyeon says

“oh - id give you a ride back but my shift starts in five. ill see you there then?”

a ride on the back of your bike? - is what you want to ask, knees going weak at the thought - but all you do is nod, dumbfolded smile on your own face

he waves as you make your way up the sun and you don’t even have time to get giddy because your phone rings and its exactly who you think it is.

eric’s voice from the other side chides; “hey, where are you!? haknyeon just dropped the watermelon all over my kitchen!”

you keep looking at your watch

the little minute hand ticks to 11:39 and you wonder if juyeon is really going to come

the party has already been going on for a good three hours - the summer moon sparkling up above the strings of lights in eric’s backyard

everyone you know is already here and you know the public beach closes at 8:30 so it’s not as if juyeon is still on his shift

not unless something bad happened.........or he’s decided to skip out on the barbeque to go do something else, you know, which someone else-

just as you set down your drink, little umbrella pathetically floating to the empty bottom, you hear the reave of a bike

everyone else hears it too because the chatter gets more excited and you hear his name float from one person to another

“is that juyeon?” “isn’t that the hot lifeguard?” “oh my god, do you think he’s single?”

you try to hide your own anticipation - not cool to get so excited over a boy right? - but the butterflies flap in your stomach and you just turn away

if he wants to talk to you he can come up to you and if he doesn’t then well it’s his -

“hey, sorry im late - do you know where i can put these?”

you turn and see juyeon there - for the first time he’s not wearing those neon swim shorts, but a pair of black denim jeans

the shirt, still hawaiian print, is slightly buttoned this time but you can still clearly see the dip of his chest and the pretty silver chain that rests on the jut of his collarbones

he waves the bags full of chips he picked up on his way over and you lead him toward the refreshments table, every pair of eyes on the two of you

“did you get stuck at the beach?”

you try to make conversation

“oh no, my bike had a flat tire so i had to get that fixed before i came over.”

“oh! well eric is inside if you want to-”

juyeon is looking at you, you can feel it because the intensity of his gaze is unmatched, and you don’t know why but you can’t meet it

he tilts his head and then agrees - he’ll go see eric, but he’ll come back

when he’s gone you let out the breath you’ve been holding and try to scurry away from the gazes that have wavered on you and juyeon the whole fifteen or so minutes he’s even been here

you find solace inside, past the kitchen and near the back staircase where the guest bathroom is

you’ve been in eric’s house enough times that you know it’s a perfect hiding spot so you don’t bother closing the door

you just lean back against the sink and cross your arms - what are you going to do now? juyeon is here, but that doesn’t mean anything.

plus every last single person at this party has him on their radar

what makes you any different? the fact that you helped him ONCE?

and you didn’t even do anything that serious......you had just been there at the same moment he was......

“ah - sorry, i didn’t know anyone was here.”

you look up suddenly and juyeon is in front of you again

he has this cute, flustered expression on his face - he starts saying something about how eric told him to use the mirror in here since the main bathroom might have a line in front of it and blah blah blah

you step forward and you think it’s whatever was in that tiny little umbrella drink you had that makes you put a hand on juyeon’s shoulder and stop him mid sentence

“can you take me on that bike ride now?”

the second you ask - you think regret starts to bubble in your chest - but juyeon just breaks into another of those heart melting smiles

“of course. i actually....” he scratches the back of his neck “i actually dont really like big parties.”

you’re remembered of those lovers you had seen at the beach, tangled in each other despite the summer heat, as you press a little tighter against juyeon’s back

the wind from the bike flutters your hair - and you feel his strong figure through the thin fabric of that ridiculous shirt he’s always wearing

you close your eyes, thinking back to the shocked expression on everyones face as juyeon had pulled you through them and toward his parked bike

how they had looked so confused - and eric had just shot you a thumbs up from the back step of his door

your heart beats heavy in your ears and at the end of your fingertips you feel the flex of juyeon’s abs in response to your tight hold. it feels so intimate.

juyeon stops at the only place you’d expect him too, the beach

it looks serene and beautiful in the darkness of the summer night

the sand isn’t as scorching as usual and the waves only kiss the shore slightly

you and him walk down toward it - feet reaching just the edge before you run back to avoid getting wet

juyeon laughs and runs toward you, strong arms picking you up and before you know it, you’re up in the air and dangling above the water

you’re telling him to not let you go, no matter what and juyeon is chuckling promising over and over he won’t he won’t

i will never let you go

your laughing and playing around leaves you breathless, when you and juyeon lay back down on the sand and stare up at a starless sky

just that summer moon glistening down on you both

“why did you become a lifeguard by the way?” you ask - just to break the comfortable silence

“because i love the ocean, but know it can be a scary place too.”

you turn to look at his profile, even more perfect inches away

“i like that about it, that it’s both beautiful and a little dangerous. i like things that have that duality.”

“so you must like love too?”

you don’t even mean to say it, it simply slips from your lips and juyeon turns to face you

his smile turns to another expression, more earnest and soft

“yes, i do.”

you swallow, “ i do too, that’s why im looking for it.”

the silence that follows is coated with the midnight waves and insects that come out only in the warm months

before, when you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were just being shy and afraid

now you are vulnerable and staring back - deep into those darker than the earth browns when suddenly his large hand comes gently up to your waist

his eyes don’t leave yours, not until you’ve been pushed up flush against him in the sand and they close in time with yours as his lips ghost over yours

polite, without having to be, he whispers - can i? and you whisper back - you can.

the first kiss is chaste and pure, vanilla bean ice-cream flavored with a little speckle of a firework.

it’s after you breach this first step that you both decide you can do better than that.

juyeon pulls you ontop of him, rolling his back deeper into the sand as you sit up on his hips and push your hands into the flimsy fabric of his shirt

it gives way, off his broad shoulders and you lean down to press kisses down from the edge of his jawline to the curve of his long throat, and then down to his shoulders

the entire time, his large hands seize you in place by your waist, he makes sounds of wordless pleasure and when you bite down into that perfect skin of his you feel like you’re marking an untouched beauty

he runs one hand up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in back to his mouth

sitting up easily as his tongue runs across the seal of your lips, you get yourself comfortable in the crook of his lap - pressed to the bare skin of his chest

this kiss tastes of fiery spice, multiple fireworks - a whole parade

and when you grind down slightly juyeon makes an animalistic echo that runs from his lips to your spine and you think you could really just let him slip whatever you’re wearing off

but just as you separate to help him with the task, you hear the screech of a car pull up

“who is there? the beach is closed!”

you pull back off of juyeon and gather yourself up - juyeon jumps to his feet too and you turn to help him button his shirt back up so you two look like you haven’t just been making out for god knows how long

the voice calls again, “hey - you two - you know the beach is closed right!”

you see the officer’s figure and wave back

“oh we didn’t know! we’ll leave in a moment!”

the officer motions for you two to get back up to the street and you and juyeon try not to laugh as he lectures you two on public decency

after that, juyeon drives you back on his bike and although you are more than willing to invite him back inside with you, all you do is share another kiss on your doorstep

“i should at least take you on a date before, you know?”

he mutters against your lips and you roll your eyes - modesty in this day and age?

“fine, but after that we have all summer.”

and you do have all summer. despite the fact that half the towns population is seething with jealousy about it.

you have the entire summer to bask in the unfiltered, sweet, and hot like the sun romance you have wished for for so long

meeting up with juyeon after his shifts, taking bike rides to other towns, picnics, amusement parks, dates shopping because you need him out of that hawaiian shirt, and get togethers with your friends as everyone else who is coupled off sticks to their other half and you ......... you stick to yours, juyeon

little kisses before he has to go to work - little hand touches when you’re sitting around eric’s dinner table playing monopoly as chanhee schemes you all out of your properties - arm around your waist when you go out to dinner

and pressing close in the depths of his room or yours, the sound a symphony of little noises and the buzz of the fan on your naked skins

its a summer that you only thought was possible in a movie or at least in someone elses life, not yours

and when embarrassing tell juyeon about your theory that he’s the main character of a summer romcom blockbuster

he looks at you clearly and smiles, “and so are you - since you’re my love interest right?”

you feel a flush overtake you and you laugh, say something about how you’re not star quality, and juyeon just pulls you back into him

“what are you talking about, you’re the only star for me.”

and you don’t expect him to remember that little line all these years later

when you’re standing with your toes in the sand, back at the beach you and juyeon fell in love with so long ago

you point to the lifeguard chair and joke

“i used to watch you and think you belonged on baywatch or something - you know everyone was in love with you right?”

his hand is a comfortable, knowing weight on the curve of your waist

“well i was only in love with you.”

you scrunch your nose up and lean in to peck his lips

“that’s sweet.”

“i mean, you were the only star for me.”

you turn, juyeon’s face - still handsome even though more mature - seems to flash for a second with a look he had when you two were much younger

“the only star for me then and now.”

#happy bday zain!!!!!! i know you said to take a break but no im going to give you all the juyeon!!!!!!!!1 #also shout out to bad bunnys el ultimo tour del mundo album for playing on loop while i write this #the boyz au #juyeon au #juyeon scenarios #the boyz scenarios #juyeon #tbz #tbz au #tbz scenarios #nostolgic au

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Acting Like I Don’t when I Do

Thank you for the request! I tried not to make it too angsty but the beginning part is a bit angsty but it gets better the further in you come, I hope so at least.

Requests are open!

This became much much longer than I anticipated haha, but I hope you’ll like it.

Guest appearances of: TBZ’s Sunwoo, Ateez’s Jongho, SKZ’s Han, SKZ’s Seungmin & SF9’s Chani (Kind of Onewe’s Dongmyeong but only mentions of him). Also with me saying some are aspiring and others aren’t doesn’t mean that one is better than the other, I just mean that some of them have done more things in the story. I love all these people so I’m not saying someone else isn’t as talented as the others. I choose that (y/n) is aspiring to be a singer, rapper and actress for the story to make sense. So, If you want her to something else. ie, not a rapper/singer but a singer and dancer or rapper and dancer then just add in that she’s a dancer as well but she has to be a singer, rapper and actress.

At Entertainment High tremendous students are gathering around to begin their first year, some have come for their second, third or fourth year. Some of the newbies include: Sohn Eric, aspiring rapper and actor. Son Dongju, or Xion as he likes to be called, aspiring singer and actor. Kim Sunwoo, rapper and aspiring singer. Choi Jongho, singer. Han Jisung, rapper and aspiring singer. Kang Chanhee, or Chani, Actor and aspiring rapper as well as dancer. Kim Seungmin, singer and aspiring dancer. Lastly, (y/n) (l/n), aspiring singer, rapper and actress. These 8 along with some unnamed extras are to be in the same class together, why though? Some are singers, some are dancers, others are rappers. Well the school decided to put these students in the same class as they were the best of the best among the newbies so why not have them all in one class? Some would think that (y/n) would be shy being the only girl in the class but she felt pretty comfortable as she had Sunwoo and Seungmin, two of her childhood friends in the class. Sunwoo was the person who taught (y/n) how to rap and Seungmin’s been a great supporter for her learning how to sing and developing within everything. Anytime that she wanted to give up Seungmin would talk with her and say that if she gives up then she’ll never have the chance to succeed but if she tries and fails then she should try harder because she’s talented. So while Seungmin took a pedagogical approach and tried to encourage her she had Sunwoo who took a more emotional approach by screaming and making a scene but (y/n) needed them both to get where she is now. Being one of the best.

(y/n)’s POV

As (y/n) and the “Kim twins”, as I sometimes called Seungmin and Sunwoo, walked into the classroom we saw the other four students. I first saw a boy with blonde roots and blue tops, ombre styled hair. He was talking energetically with another boy, the ombre haired boy seems fun. He’s cute as well. The second person I found an interest in, was a pretty boy sitting in the back looking out of the window. He had blue-gray, slightly washed out, dyed hair and the thing that caught my interest was the jacket full of Disney princesses on it. A denim jacket. One might think that it looked stupid but I thought it was really cool. He must like Disney, and especially their princesses. He had delicate, calm facial features, but then he smiled as he saw something outside through the window and I almost thought she saw an angel. I hoped that I would have the possibility to befriend everyone in the class but especially these two as they caught my attention. I noticed that Seungmin found another guy to talk with while I had been looking around, or rather looking at the two cute(and hot) guys, but Sunwoo was still standing by my side looking a little uncertain. “Woo, what’s wrong?” “You know I’m awkward with new people” “Well, I also know that if I asked you to challenge any of them in a rap battle you wouldn’t hesitate to do it and you would dominate the stage. I thought we had worked on this? Just be you, besides you have Seungmin and I. We’re right here” “But that’s different. When I’m on stage, I’m this cool rapper that fears nothing but now I’m supposed to be me. And just Sunwoo, is very awkward with people until I know them” “Okay, okay. You win. Now, who would you like to talk with? I can go with you and also get to know some of our classmates” “See the guy with the blue hair tops, I saw at the last rap battle I went to 3 weeks ago. So, I’m guessing he’s a rapper. I’d like to start with him, I think. But if you wanna talk with someone else then we can go talk with that person” “The guy with the ombre style hair is fine with me. Now let’s get to know his name so we don’t need to call him: ombre style hair” Sunwoo and I began walking up to the guy with ombre hair and the guy he was talking with.

Eric’s POV

As I was talking with Han about the rap battle we went to 3 weeks ago and how awesome it was I noticed that three new people had entered the classroom. Holy shit is that Kim Sunwoo?!? He’s like one of the coolest rappers ever, he’s in this class?!? He was with another guy, but I didn’t recognize him. He might be a vocalist? Or maybe he’s a dancer? Or an actor? But with them was also a girl, a really cute girl with (h/l) (h/c) and she’s just… Beautiful, pretty, cute, hot, everything you can be. I went back to my conversation with Han as he was talking about this new song he was working on. After a while I looked back towards the girl, I noticed her looking around the class but she was staring at Xion… Why did she make such, I don’t know, heart eyes at him? I mean yeah the guy’s cute and nice but, hey, I’m hot and cute. The guy I didn’t know had left their little group and was now talking with Jongho, making me think even more that he’s a vocalist. The only ones not talking to anyone were: Sunwoo, the girl, Chani and Xion. Chani was a nice guy, another rapper like myself but he’s also an amazing dancer. I saw his audition and I thought I was at a concert or something, he’s good. Really good. Oh, Sunwoo and the girl are walking towards me. I should say hi, but in a cool way. Charm her. Yes, okay. Charming, cool but nice. I can do that. I think I can do that. Okay here they come, breathe.

(y/n)’s POV

“Hey, yo. Eric’s the name. No! Or yes but no! I uh eh-” “Hahaha. Well, nice to meet ya Eric if that’s the name. Hehe, the name’s (y/l) (y/n) and this is Kim Sunwoo, my best friend” He’s cute and funny, just like I imagined. Eric, it suits him. I don’t know why, it just does. “Sorry about that, I’m usually better at introducing myself. I’m Eric and this is Han, we’re both rappers. I'm thinking of also picking up dancing, while Han is taking vocalization as well as rapping. What are you guys majoring in?” So Sunwoo was correct, he had seen this guy at the rap battle and he was indeed a rapper. “I’m majoring in vocalization, rapping and acting. It’s a lot but I just love it all. hahaha” “And I’m majoring in rapping and singing” ''Nice! Then we’ll get to know each other and we can be best friends!” Maybe I should add loud to the list of things he is as well, hehe. “Ya! Seungmin, come over here” I half screamed to get his attention. If Eric wants to be friends then he’s gonna have to be friends with Seungmin as well, because Seungmin, Sunwoo and I we’re a package deal. “Hey, (y/n) you don’t need to scream. I’m not deaf” “Yeah yeah yeah, now get over here and bring your new friend with you” He walked over to where Sunwoo and I were now and brought the red headed guy with him. “Eric, Han, this is Seungmin. Seungmin, these are Eric and Han, our new friends. Now who’s your new friend?” “Nice to meet you! This is Jongho. Jongho, this is (y/n) and this is Sunwoo. My best friends” “Hey everyone, I’m Jongho” We made some small talk and got to know each other. But I couldn’t let go of the thought that we were excluding the other two guys in the classroom. That cute blue haired guy and another guy who looked quite familiar for some reason, maybe I saw him at my audition? I don’t know.

Xion’s POV

I was the first person who arrived in the classroom. I missed having Dongmyeong with me as we usually did all of these things together. But we choose different schools so now I’m alone. I’m a little scared. I sat there for a while just playing on my phone before two other guys came in, one with ombre styled hair - white at the roots, blue at the tops. And another guy with brown hair. They barely noticed me, they each gave a little wave and one of those greeting nods that some people do. They sat down in the front while I sat in the back. I was too shy to go talk with them so there I sat, watching people come into the classroom and sit down. Some spoke to each other other’s said nothing. After a while, a group of 3 people came into the classroom. 2 guys and 1 girl. They all had a quick look around the classroom. The girl was much slower than the tallest guy with braces, that could be seen as he smiled. Her gaze stayed on the guy with ombre hair. She was cute. I looked away and my gaze fell on a guy 4 seats in front of me, he had red hair. Dyed,probably. The guy with braces that came in with the girl had walked up to him and started a conversation. The girl and another guy with red hair, most likely dyed, had now walked over to the ombre haired guy. I think I know his name but I’ve forgotten. Maybe Erren? Earl? Evan? Eli? Erin? No? I think it began with an E, but I’m not sure anymore. Wait, the guy with the girl. Is he Kim Sunwoo? Like the famous high school rapper. I’m not a rapper but my friends have been talking about him and showing me some videos. I actually think that’s him. And the other red haired guy might be Choi Jongho. He’s a great singer who has participated in a couple of competitions. I think the guy half sleeping on his desk might be Kang Chanhee, or Chani, he’s an actor if I’m not mistaken. But I have no idea who the girl is, the braces guy or the guy sitting with the ombre haired dude. Damn, I wanna go up and talk to someone but I’m scared. Why did I decide to wear my Disney denim jacket today? Why does the world hate me?

“Ya! Seungmin, come over here” “Hey, (y/n) you don’t need to scream. I’m not deaf” “Yeah yeah yeah, now get over here and bring your new friend with you”

The girl and the braces guy, that I now know is called Seungmin, suddenly screamed which frightened me a little. (y/n). So that’s her name. Pretty, just like her. Now that her group has grown with some people, only Chani (if it’s really him) and I are left without anyone to talk to. Should I go over there? Maybe? Yes? No? AHHH! Thoughts just make up your mind!! Chani didn’t seem to really mind being on his own but I sure do. Dongmyeong, I curse you for choosing another school and leaving me alone.

(y/n)’s POV

“Hey guys, I think we should try inviting those two into our group. They look a bit lonely right now and it feels mean to leave them out” I hoped no one would be against befriending the last two as well of the seven guys who were present. “Of course. Let’s go, I’ll take the raven haired guy if you speak to the blue haired one!” Eric stood up immediately and half ran over to the guy partly laying on his desk. I walked over to the guy sitting all the way in the back, he must be shy. “Hey, I’m (y/n). My friends and I began talking to some of the others and we wanted to ask if you wanted to come over and talk with us too? Cause you look nice, but a little lonely” I gave him a kind smile as I stood in front of his desk. He smiled back at me and once again I felt my heart skip a beat or two. He really looks like an angel when he smiles. “Hi. I’m Dongju but you can call me Xion. And I would like to come hang with you guys, if that’s okay?” So he is shy. “Of course, let’s go! They’d love to meet you and I want to get to know you as well. I also have to add, I love your jacket. It’s so cool. The details, the fact that it’s Disney! OMG, I love Disney” I could see how something was lifted off his shoulders as I said that. He must have been nervous over wearing a ‘quirky’ jacket on his first day. “Thanks! I really like Disney too. I was so worried, I didn’t think about which jacket I took this morning and when I realized I was already sitting here so it would be too late to change” “Well, no matter what anyone else says. I love it!” We walked from his desk up to where Eric and Han had been sitting alone just a few minutes ago, but now they had been joined by everyone else in the classroom including the raven haired guy who had been half asleep 3 minutes ago. “Hey guys! I’m (y/n). This is Xion. Xion, this is Sunwoo, Seungmin, Eric, Han, Jongho and could it be Kang Chani?” I now realized why the raven haired guy looked familiar. He was Kang Chani, quite a famous child actor. He has been in the industry for a couple years now and he’s really good. I wonder what else he could be majoring in? Vocalization? I guess I’ll find out. “Hey, yeah. My name is Kang Chanhee, but please, call me Chani” “Nice to meet you, Xion!” I also found something out about Eric during these 20 minutes or so that I’ve known him. He’s very social, he’s extremely extroverted but he’s also very nice. And good looking. No! Dumb brain, stupid brain. That might be true but not what we were supposed to focus on. A couple more minutes passed as the eight of us were talking about random things and getting to know each other. Right before the teacher arrived a couple other students walked in, but these ones we almost missed as we were so caught up in our own little group that we might as well have been the only ones there. The teacher introduced the program and explained that not everyone was majoring in the same subjects in this class but we were a mix of the best. We would all be working together for some things and separately for others. I was a little worried about this at first, Seungmin wouldn’t struggle as he was a bit more extroverted but Sunwoo wouldn’t do well on his own. He’s far too introverted when he doesn’t have a close friend with him. But, I think he’ll be fine. He should have Eric with him in his rap course, if not also myself, Chani and Han. In singing he’ll probably have Jongho, Xion, Seungmin, Han and myself. He shouldn’t have a lesson without any of us being there. After introductions and being assigned a seat in the classroom we were done for the day. Real courses and so on would begin the next day. I was assigned a seat between Eric and Xion, Eric to my left and Xion to my right. We were sitting in the front, with the row I was sitting in being the middle one. Sunwoo sat beside Chani and was talking away about different rap verses and flows. Seungmin was sitting with Han and Jongho, joking around and singing some riffs. I could get used to this. This school and these friends.

Some time passed by and the group got closer. We help each other out with everything and have many classes together. I have to admit though, I was expecting Chani to be a part of the acting major but that Eric and Xion were as well did surprise me. But I was happy as well, of course. I get to spend even more time with the two guys I find attractive. No one can replace the Kim twins but maybe Eric and Xion can come quite close to the relationship I have with the Kim twins. We have a big project coming up that both excites me and terrifies me. It’s a love story, both a beautiful happy one but also a tragedy at the same time. I’m pretty sure I’ll get the female protagonist role. The thing that terrifies me though is that both Eric and Xion are auditioning for the male protagonist, which they are not alone to do, but either way the bad thing is… There are like 5 kiss scenes in this drama. 5. 5 freaking kiss scenes. And if Eric or Xion gets that role, I will kiss that one of them a bunch of times. Actually, auditions are happening right now and soon it’s my turn to go audition for my role. However, I’m freaking out a little, or completely. I hate this day! The Kim twins couldn’t come as Seungmin is out doing a street performance project and Sunwoo is participating along with Han in some team rap battle competition. Xion was supposed to be doing the street performance with Seungmin and Eric going with Sunwoo and Han to the rap competition but because of the audition for the play neither of them could go. I was scheduled for the audition from the start because I had my street performance last week and I have a rap thing next week, so I most likely will do the rap battle with Eric as it is a team competition. I think Xion might be going alone to do the street performance unless Sunwoo and or Han are going as well. Well, I got side tracked with this but back to my panic attack over here in the theatre room. I am freaking out over the idea of possibly kissing Eric or Xion or anyone else. And now I don’t have the Kim twins to support me, to make me think rationally or well at least make me stop panicking. Holy shit - I don’t remember my lines. Come on me. I know these lines, I’ve practiced them for the last month. I swear I recite them in my sleep, I know them but now I can’t even think of a single word I’m supposed to say.

Eric & Xion’s POVS (they both think the same thing)

(y/n) doesn’t seem to be doing so good over there. I should head over and talk to her so she’ll calm down. Damn, I really hope I’ll get the lead role and that she’ll get the lead so we can play against each other in a romantic play. Hanging out with her and the others during these weeks has been amazing. She’s amazing. I’m pretty sure I have a crush on her, but I think Eric/Xion does too unfortunately. I’m just hoping she likes me and not him.

(y/n)’s POV

I see Eric and Xion walking in my direction. Both coming from different parts of the backstage area. I’m not sure if they have seen each other or if they are even walking to me. They could just be walking in my direction but with another destination in mind than what I am thinking. I try to take a breath and calm down but it’s difficult when it feels like my heart is beating a thousand beats a second while also feeling like it ain’t beating at all.

“Hey, are you okay?” Xion. “Yo, (y/n). Why are you so nervous? You know you’re gonna do great because you are amazing at acting!” Eric. All of a sudden it feels like I can breathe, my heart is calming down and not trying to beat it’s way through my ribcage or whatever. “Hey guys. I’m not okay but I’m okay. I just panic because I don’t have my somewhat dysfunctional support system with me because they are busy with their own lives” “But it’s okay, you know we’re here and we can be your somewhat dysfunctional support system or maybe a functional one” Eric answered as he lightly joked and laughed. As Eric said that and laughed I felt yet another piece of my anxiety let go of its hold on me and leave. Xion comfortingly placed a hand on shoulder, lightly caressing it in a calming manner. “It’s just that I have never auditioned for a big role without them. They have always been here and the three of us balance each other quite well even though most people see us as a walking catastrophe. It’s just not the same without them” “I get what you mean. I used to always have my twin brother with me, he’s the extroverted one of us but when we applied to colleges we ended up choosing different ones. That first day in school a couple of weeks ago was one of, if not the first, times I made friends without him. I was terrified and nothing was as it should have been but then you came and spoke with me. You invited me and I will always be grateful for that. Sometimes change is good, thanks to you guys I have learnt to open up and be more extroverted and I made some pretty good friends,” “Same thing for me. I’ve always been very open and extroverted but most people think I’m too much. They can’t keep up with my energy so I usually have to pretend to be someone I’m not to keep my energy under control to then let it out through rapping but with you guys I can be me. I’ve learnt that it’s okay to be myself and not caring about what others think. Change can be good even if it’s scary,” Eric took one of my hands and caressed it with his thumb as he spoke. These boys, god they’re making me fall even more for them. “Thank you guys. I needed this. I uh-” “(y/n) (l/n), you’re turn to enter the stage” “Uh, okay. I’m coming. Thank you guys, really. I’ll see you two in a while, unless we see each other before it’s your turns then break a leg” I gave each of them a quick hug before I hurried over to the stage area and began my audition.

The three of us did not have time to catch up on how things went that same day. After hours of waiting and working hard we were all exhausted and headed home to sleep. I think my audition went well, now all I can do is wait for the judges to make their decisions on who gets which role. Two days passed from audition day until I met up with Eric and Xion again. Of course we immediately asked the others how their audition went and if anyone had heard anything yet. No one had heard anything yet regarding the roles but Eric had managed to overhear someone saying something about the production team thinking of changing the play that they were supposed to do. Which could mean new auditions unless they have chosen some people that they believe can play any role. We all felt that them changing the play right now would be weird, very weird. But apparently it worked out in our favor. They rewrote a part of the play so that there are two male leads who will be played by Xion and Eric, one female lead played by me and finally a quite important role: the best friend of the female lead played by Chanhee who was relieved he didn’t get a douchebag guy role, again. Chanhee might seem like a scary dude at first glance but he’s actually a sweet dude, he was a great help to me as I tried to deal with learning how to act like I’m in love Xion and not Eric but then through half the play all of a sudden I’m in love with Eric but not with Xion. Do you know how hard it is to act like I don’t when I do but at the same time trying to act like I do without letting them know I actually do love them? Anyway, Chani’s been helping me learn the balance of letting out my actual feelings and acting out the fake ones.

I also got to spend a lot of quality time with Eric and Xion, goofing around and just having a good time. I learnt during one rehearsal that Eric loves hugs just as much as he loves fried chicken. I also learnt that Xion is a “hitter” when he laughs, but hanging out with them like this and getting to know them is great. I couldn’t ask for more. Maybe it’s okay for me to feel something for both of them because we are still friends, if it becomes more in the future then I’ll have to handle it then. For now, I’m just happy to be their friend. Laughing with them and experiencing the life of a high school student was enough for now. I rather have this than not having them at all. Another thing that was changed in the play was the kiss scenes. Apparently, the school board thought it was “inappropriate” for a high school play so the kiss scenes were changed to hugs and two kisses on the cheek. So I have one scene where I have to kiss Xion on the cheek and another where I kiss Eric on the cheek. I mean I guess it’s not as stressful as kissing someone on the lips but still come on when you like someone, just being close to them can be a problem. AND I’M SUPPOSED TO KISS THEM ON THE CHEEK?!?!?! HOW?!?!

“Okay, Chani. I need to talk to you. But you have to promise me that this conversation will never be spoken of to anyone else. Okay? It stays between us, only us. I’m not even telling the Kim twins, my childhood best friends. This is top secret, okay?” I was in a closed room practicing a scene with Chani when we decided to take a break and I saw my chance at asking him for some advice. “Okay. What is it?” He looked tired before but now he was more alert and awake, he was intrigued. “Okay. So, I think I might kinda like Xion and Eric as more than just friends but I know it’s not convenient and it’s complicated but I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle doing this with them. I thought I could handle it but turns out I panic any time we even talk about practicing those scenes and I come up with some lame excuse to get out of there and I just don’t know what to do. I’m trying to use your advice about finding the balance between my real feelings and those I’m just acting out but it’s not working with this” As I was talking Chani was nodding his head and humming to show that he was listening. “Okay. so you kinda have a crush on them and you’re trying to figure out how to manage getting through the play and the rehearsals without messing something up, correct?” “Yes, that’s right” “Well, it’s a complicated situation. But my advice is that if it’s too hard to do it as you then be Aliana and instead of thinking of them as them think of them as their characters. Imagine that it’s not the real you doing it but it’s your characters. It might make it easier if it doesn’t feel like you’re the one doing these things. I usually do this if I have a scene where I have to something that I’m uncomfortable with but the character I’m playing is not so then I just imagine that I really am him” “Thank you, that might actually work because until now I’ve always thought of it being them and me just being us and not thinking of us as out characters. Thank you Chani, you’re the best!” “No problem. I’m glad you wanted to trust me with your secret. I promise I won’t tell anyone about it. Now, go practice because otherwise the play is not going to be good and I refuse to be a part of a bad play” “Hahah okay okay I will! Again, thank you” We said goodbye and then I texted the group chat I had with Eric and Xion where I wrote that I wanted to meet them in the stage hall in 15 minutes. They both answered with a simple ‘OK!’.

In the stage hall

“HEY (Y/N), is something wrong?” Eric. “Are you okay?” Xion. “Yeah, I’m okay, don't worry. I just needed to talk with you guys. I know that I haven’t been the easiest person to work with on this as I have run away half the time. I just had a hard time separating reality from the acting, so it felt weird to do all this with you guys because I forgot how to distance myself from the stage and let my character forward so I couldn’t handle it and that’s why I kinda ran away all the time” “That’s alright, I’m glad you told us. I’m also struggling a bit with this, I thought it would be easier having my closest friends to play against but turns out it was way harder than I anticipated” Xion took my right in his left hand and gave it a light reassuring squeeze as he told me, and Eric, of his own concerns. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? It’s weird for us all, but we’re not alone doing this we’re doing it together stupid. You don’t need to carry everything on your own. I overestimated how confident I actually am, at first I thought it would be super easy but now I realized that I’m actually terrified of doing this. The kisses, the love confessions, the rejections, the fights and especially doing it with you guys. I’m afraid of thinking of it as reality. As if that’s the way we will end up,” Eric fidgeted with his hands in front of him, during the months I’ve known him I think this is the first time I’ve seen him look kind of scared and the first time I’ve heard him speak so seriously. “I know. I forgot about the fact that you are indeed going through the same thing as me. I should have told you guys earlier but I was scared, I was confused I think. How about we just do this? We go up there and own the stage and once it’s over we go back to being us, no problems in sight for the closest future at least. We go back to being the chaotic treo that we have been for the past months and why don’t we just stay like that for a while? Before we think about having a future like the plot of the play? We don’t have to end up like that, because that’s not who we are. We are Eric, Xion and (Y/n). Let’s write our own story, the way we want it” “That sounds nice. Let’s celebrate with the others when the week of performances is over. Let’s eat dinner and maybe go for some karaoke?” “That sounds like a good plan, (y/n) and Eric. I’m in. Let’s write our story and it will begin with a celebratory dinner along with our friend group”

I think we all somewhat knew what everyone felt but we like being friends, we don’t wanna lose that so why make things complicated. We are not acting like we don’t even if we do but at the same time we’re not exactly acting on our feelings either. More so, we keep them passive but alive and we wait so see what the future has in store for us. For now, we’re just going to be us. No worries for love, fights and rejections. We’re doing good just the way we are now. We’re writing our own story and it’s not a tragedy, it’s not one where all our hearts are broken. No. This is the story of how we stay friends, for all our lives. Through the ups and the downs, we are there as friends when we find others to fall in love with. They will always be special to me and I think my heart is always going to flutter when I’m with them but I would rather have them as my friends forever, than have one of them as my boyfriend for a moment and then lose them both. It’s been years and we’re all still friends, we have weekly meetups for dinners with everyone and we are all happy. We are friends just like in High School, my closest friends will always be and still are the Kim twins and the Sohn Twins. The Kims are like my brothers and the Sohns are my very special and precious friends. We choose permanent friendship and happiness over temporary love and I would do that same choice again if I had to. Because I love them and I don’t want to lose them.

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coldshrugs · 3 years

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thank you for this blessed template, @possumsunshine. this was so fun and cute, i couldn't resist after seeing it on my dash 💗

pulled a couple of answers from oc asks i've done recently because oof this got long.

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: alma greene

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Love interest: mason

Best friend: felix but also nate

Main skill: science/tech

Secondary skill: people/psychology

Main personality trait: tied for impulsive and sarcastic

Secondary personality trait: stubborn

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: she’s not a detective, but science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: very close, even with absences, but waning

Relationship with Bobby: college friend, currently hates him

Verda or Tina?: both

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy’s fate?: at large, babyyy

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: alma eloise greene

Nickname: sweetheart/space girl by mason; sweetie by rebecca

Birthday: june 12th

Age: 29

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual (demiromantic??)

Hair color: dark brown

Eye color: dark brown, nearly black

Height: 5’1”

Piercings: ears, former nostril piercings

Tattoos: a small snail on her right arm, super cartoony spaceship and tractor beam over the words “i want to believe” on the back of her left calf

Clothing Style: “modern” i guess, according to the game. tbh i usually describe it as “too old to be an e-girl but too cute to care.” bleached denim, dark plaid, graphic crop tops, black vans or converse, thigh-high tights, etc etc

Apartment Style: cozy. did she find it on the side of the road or goodwill or an estate sale? if not, it’s probably not in her apartment.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/tech

Second Skill: people/psychology

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: alma is wayhaven’s only forensic analyst because i refuse to let my black oc be a cop

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in-game, she’s 100% there for her scientific prowess.

Murphy bite: Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: mason

Why them?: on a meta level: oh no he’s hot

but alma’s reasoning is that he’s very upfront about what he wants in the beginning and she’s never been pursued in such a way. It’s a bit of a rush and an ego boost for her at first. but mason’s loyalty very quickly becomes the steadiness alma’s been missing for most of her life and she latches on to that. she’s not had someone so dependable around in… well, ever. and her physical attraction becomes emotional VERY quickly.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: shy until they sleep together, then a mix of bold and genuine afterward.

What were their first impressions of each other?:

alma on mason: thought he was super attractive but that was quickly pushed aside by “holy shit, this guy’s an ass.” she thinks he’s an uncooperative jerk that only cares about himself for quite a while, honestly. she asks him along for things she wants to do alone precisely because she thinks he’ll be the most likely to just stay out of her way. she’s surprised by his attitudes and opinions, and her incorrect assumptions about them, during those times.

mason on alma: would never, ever, ever admit that his first thought upon meeting Alma was simply “cute.” he quickly found parts of her to assess individually. those first few days were mostly spent appraising her physical attributes and watching her back when she needed it. mason did find her funny right away, but he wasn’t willing to trust someone new, regardless of that person being their handler’s daughter or not.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

alma on mason: his eyes, freckles, and every single version of his smile. his decisiveness, differentially, and willingness to stab as a warning.

mason on alma: her hair tbh, there’s just… a lot of it. her hips, her eyelashes. He also likes her adaptability, sense of humor, and the warmth she gives with no expectation of reciprocation.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of stargazing, lots of watching tv very quietly and making fun of the storylines they don’t understand until they get bored and make out instead, walking around the quieter parts of wayhaven or taking late-night drives.

What is their favorite memory together?: i like to think mason finds the carnival photo of them after the place has been sacked and gives it to alma sometime later. both the taking of the photo and the giving of it are very fond memories for both of them.

What are their love languages?: touch, quality time.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: badly. mason absolutely hates it after a time. if alma’s out of town, he’s in her apartment with the excuse of feeding her cat, but it’s 100% just to sleep in her bed and be around all the things that make her, her. alma does a little better. she’s used to having folks sort of come and go and come again, but she gets almost hyper-insecure?? it’s nothing she’d admit openly, but she’s second-guessing herself in totally unrelated aspects of her life until they’re reunited.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: they don’t necessarily argue, but they disagree with the intent to problem solve. alma is pretty flexible and as long as she can understand why someone might feel the way they feel, she’s willing to hear them out or go along with their plan. if an argument does get out of hand, they need space from it for a while. they each have places to retreat for those times, and they wait for the “hey” text to come through to know it’s time to talk about it.

What does their future look like?: alma becomes a vampire two years into their relationship. they move into a quiet, old house on the edge of town until the whole team moves elsewhere. mason has to get used to having a cat because october has several years left in him. they don’t get married, but they’re inseparable.

Anything else you’d like to share: in the time before alma turns, mason learns to perfect making grilled cheese because it’s what alma craves when she’s not feeling well. He makes the grilled cheese then he immediately showers to get the smell off him but he makes it regardless.

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: depending on the playthrough it swaps between felix and nate, but felix feels more in character

Why them?: alma loves felix’s sense of adventure and nosiness. Most of all she loves that he won’t judge her for pulling the same shit every now and then.

What were their first impressions of each other?: alma was super thrown off by that hand kiss. “who the fuck is this mischief-maker?” while nate was very kind and warm, felix (surprisingly) was the UB teammate that really humanized the rest of the team for alma. he’s fun and genuine and wants everyone else to be happy together. felix was incredibly interested to learn more about alma, as a human, as his boss’s daughter, and then as a friend when she readily accepted the supernatural and, by extension, him as a vampire. The fact that she’s easily flustered or surprised really works in his favor because he lives for being the most shocking person in the room.

What do they do to spend time together?: they share music, they dance, and they text A LOT. lots of memes, lots of “what does [x] mean?” “oh nice” “[proceeds to use the thing they just learned incorrectly]”. they also compare and share hair products.

Anything else you’d like to share: they each have a tamagotchi named after the other (baby felix and baby alma) and they compete to see who can keep theirs alive the longest. everyone loses.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in-depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: oof okay. alma seeks rebecca’s approval and depends on her for a sense of safety and “stability.” in some ways, she wants to be exactly like her mom: strong, independent, unbothered, worldly. but a lot of that shatters the longer alma works professionally with rebecca and with the revelations surrounding rook. alma sees how much rebecca uses her as a crutch, projects her perceived failures onto alma’s life, and over-shelters her.

Relationship with Rook: alma doesn’t remember him and tries not to think of him often or fondly or at all BUT she has so many of his things. his flannels, his detective badge, his ancient comic book collection (which is the only reason she has her own). she has his eyes and his impulsive streak, his care for people of all varieties. she IS rook’s daughter and she ignores that fact so it doesn’t hurt her.

Relationship with Bobby: they used to be very close, slightly flirty friends but there’s no way in hell alma can trust him now. (i originally had bobby as alma’s ex but it was all getting a little too Bella Swan for me. like bobby, douglas, the werewolves, falk, and mason like????? it was a bit much so bobby’s just an old ex-friend)

Relationship with Verda: alma fucking loves verda. that’s her mentor, that’s her dad friend. she feels a sense of Pride and Accomplishment when she can make verda laugh or impress him in the lab, or both. alma’s fond of spending evenings over his place with eric and the kids, making dinner, or just hanging out.

Relationship with Tina: tina was alma’s first friend as a kid. they lost touch in high school because tina was bubbly and cute and popular, while alma was… not. but the summer before they left for college they ran into each other at a house party and since that reconnection, they’ve been thick as thieves. it was like nothing had changed. tina is a light in alma’s life, and alma lets tina lean into the stranger parts of herself without judgment.

Relationship with the Mayor: thinks he’s a creep and a bad parent.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: appreciates how he prioritizes the town and its people, but thinks he could loosen up a bit.

Relationship with Haley: haley is a couple of years older than alma but they’ve known each other forever. alma admires haley’s work ethic and cheery attitude.

Relationship with Elidor: oh man, alma is absolutely stunned by elidor. he’s beautiful, kind, and knowledgeable. in those early days, elidor is responsible for quite a bit of her supernatural education. alma grills him while he nurses her back to health. her curiosity is refreshing to him.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: alma thinks vieno is cute and funny, says hi when she sees them around, but they’re not best friends or anything. she can’t shake the thought that they’re basically a fae version of danny devito.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: absolutely smitten with lesedi. she’s never seen a more beautiful woman. tamiko ends up being a pretty good friend. the twins are on her social periphery but alma’s not close with them.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: alma sincerely wants to help them adjust to life in this world and takes that goal very seriously. at the same time she really really wishes falk hadn’t developed this weird attachment to her.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): YES. i’ve thrown another oc in wayhaven for the express purpose of being The Detective. His name is javi. alma met him in college and they were fast friends. alma convinced him to try out wayhaven after graduation. They lived together for a while and now they, along with tina, can often be seen in the corner booth of chen’s pub.

she was also very close with her maternal grandmother before she died. she was raised by her while rebecca was absent, but i need to develop this more.

her cat, october, whom she’s had for five years. he’s a sweet, mostly black tortie that can hardly meow. alma adopted him as an adult when she got her own place.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: alma is so open and ready to accept new possibilities. she’s the sort of person that embraces what scares her, finds beauty in it, and loves it intensely. she’s sharp and resourceful. i wouldn’t exactly describe her as hard-working, but she’s knowledgeable about her field and tries to be helpful when she has a goal in mind.

she’s quite tactile. touchy with other people. likes to use her hands for work or hobbies. she doesn’t really mind being alone for long stretches of time but would prefer not to be. she wants others to want to be around her.

she’s also terrible at being honest about her trauma. everything is fine, she’s fine, she doesn’t need to talk about this :) :) :) she will handle the breakdown when it happens and not one second before. also, with quick wit comes uncontrollable sarcasm and it does not always hit well.

Strengths: the only person in unit bravo that knows how to use google

Weaknesses: squishy

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: super torn here because wayhaven feels inland to me, but i think i’ve finally settled on the north carolina coast but not like the outer banks area. If not there, then maybe virginia, closer to the chesapeake bay.

What is their personal history?: alma is born to rook and rebecca in wayhaven. spends her childhood being raised mostly by her grandmother, idolizes rebecca. academic success comes easily for her; a heavy interest in science leads to a scholarship at a university just far away enough to feel like she’s Leaving The Nest. alma dates a bit in college but she’s the type to end up becoming friends with everyone she sleeps with and romance is difficult for her to cultivate. when she does date, the relationships are short-lived. she returns to wayhaven after school and puts her degree to work in wayhaven’s police department. she wishes she’d applied for a position in the city but craves the comfort (and tbh, the low stakes) of home.

If they weren’t a detective, what would their dream job be?: she’s a forensic analyst and honestly?? it’s a pretty dreamy job for her. she loves being a scientist, loves helping people, and isn’t easily grossed out.

Anything else you’d like to share: has tried to stay overnight in an ikea. did not succeed.

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: gemini

Hobbies: reading peer-reviewed journals, watching terrible sci-fi, collecting comic books and mugs, thrift shopping

Likes: good hair days, denim jackets, vanilla candles, halloween, unflavored lipbalm, driving at night, that warm “surrounded by love” feeling, snails, fuzzy socks

Dislikes: the lights while driving at night, winter, dry skin, minimalist decor, smudged glasses, being overwhelmed with choices

Drink of choice: white wine usually, white russians if she’s out at chen’s, or shots of jaeger if she’s feeling trashy

Starbucks order: grande flat white with 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon

Favorite food: a simple, fresh spaghetti pomodoro OR lemon meringue pie

Favorite color: golden mustard yellow

Favorite music: she loves just about everything and it’s heavily dependant on her mood. (this is actually really difficult to think about without feeling like i'm giving her my exact taste in music but here's a little playlist that fits her vibe)

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): science fiction or psychological thrillers, but her favorite movie is oliver and company.

Favorite season: fall

Anything else you’d like to share: has a stupid amount of blankets stashed around her apartment. she really does not like being cold.

#alma greene #twc #i uhhh i spent a very long time on this and i'm still like #who is this person #but it's fine it's fine #i can rest

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Bi Bros

Summary: Clementine and Aasim hang out at the mall and end up talking about their Disney crushes.

Word Count: 1550

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Clementine munched on her slice of pepperoni pizza with a sort of absentminded gaze, her eyes focused on the arcade that stood by the food court of the Prescott mall. The sounds of the different arcade games and blinking lights made her continue watching. It would be fun to do a double date there sometime. She remembered that Mitch had flexed that he was the best at arcade fighting games; she’d like to prove him wrong. A competitive smile pulled on the corners of Clementine’s lips at the thought. She had to text Louis and share this idea.

“How’s your pizza?”

Aasim’s question snapped Clementine out of her thoughts and she looked over at him with a piece of pepperoni sticking out of her mouth. With a quick toss she threw it back in.

“Good, how's your Hawaiian pizza?” Clementine couldn’t fully hide her mild disagreement in that flavor choice.

“Sweet, hammy and delicious, thank you,” Aasim tossed the rest of the slice in his mouth then brushed his hands. After he had fully chewed and swallowed he spoke again. “Are you about ready to check out the bookstore?” “Yeah,” Clementine scarfed down the rest of the slice and started gathering up the trash. Aasim helped out, then the pair walked towards the nearest trash can, disposing of the wrappers and greasy napkins before placing the food trays on top of the trash can.

“Alright, onwards,” Clementine smiled and started to walk alongside Aasim who was rather giddy with excitement for a potential new book. “Any particular book you’re thinking of getting?”

“Hmm,” Aasim thought deeply on that question, his fingers scratching his goatee as he debated his answer. “I think a historical drama would be nice to add to the collection or another Sherlock Holmes book. Although I was planning on letting Prisha pick the next one,” Aasim continued to think, causing a happy smile to appear on Clementine’s lips. She always felt herself smile when a friend was talking about something they were passionate about. It was as if their excitement lit up her own. “I could also pick up Pride and Prejudice since Ruby wanted that to be our next bedtime book.”

“Bedtime book? I thought you two weren’t living together?” Clementine quirked an eyebrow at Aasim.

“We aren’t. We set up a voice call each evening and it's really nice, helps me sleep too,” Aasim scratched the back of his head with a shy smile. “Anyways, there are a lot of choices for what I can buy today,”

“All good ones for the sounds of it,” Clementine nodded along, letting the ice in her soda cup shake with the movement before she lifted it up and took a long sip. So long in fact that she had sucked all the soda completely out of the cup, leaving only the pile of ice.

“Yes, maybe I’ll spoil myself today and pick up a few,” Aasim smiled at the thought.

“Hell yeah! Treat yourself!” Clementine tossed the cup through the air and landed it in the trash can. A proud smile immediately radiated on her face as she walked forward, a bit more pep in her step.

“What about you?” Aasim glanced over at his friend who for some reason was surprised by the question.

“Shit, umm, I’m not sure. Sophie and Renata were gushing about this young adult adventure story where you get to pick choices that change the story as you go. They really want to see the ending I get and Louis was practically bouncing at the idea of that,” Clementine smiled fondly at the memory; her boyfriend was a massive dork and she loved him for it.

“Well, that does sound like fun,” Aasim nodded along before his eyes caught sight of the bookstore. “There it is!” Aasim’s face broke out into a smile and without thinking he grabbed Clementine’s hand, not being able to wait a second more. Clementine laughed at her friend’s enthusiasm as she tried to regain her footing.

“Aasim, hold up!”

Her words made Aasim realize what he was doing and he immediately let go. “Sorry about that,”

“It’s no big deal,” Clementine readjusted her baseball cap and denim jacket. “Alright, let's buy some books!” She pumped her fist in the air with a happy smile. “Yes!” Aasim mirrored her gesture then spun around and led the way. His excitement continued to grow as he looked at the shelves upon shelves of books, small, happy gasps leaving his lips when he saw the abundant choices he had the pleasure of perusing. His hands kept grasping at different books: hardcover and paperback, mystery novels and historical dramas, he wanted them all.

Clementine smiled at her friend, shaking her head good naturedly at the future outcome this would cause. Casually walking alongside him, Clementine peeked down the different aisles, taking out books that piqued her interest, but nothing stuck with her. Soon she found the adventure book that she was interested in and picked it up, tucking it under her arm. “Aasim, how long do you want to spend here?”

“Forever,” Aasim smiled behind his pile of books. “I’m joking. I only need about an hour more,”

“Okay,” Clementine nodded, then stretched her arms casually. She didn’t mind spending the afternoon in a bookstore. She enjoyed seeing how happy her friend was too as he kept picking up more and more books until they reached a section that drew Clementine’s attention.

“Holy shit,” Clementine stepped forward. Her sudden exclamation had Aasim looking up from his endless choices to see that Clementine was standing in front of the coloring book section.

“What's grabbed your attention?” Aasim toted his books over and peered over his friend’s shoulder to see A Princess and the Frog coloring book.

“Tiana is AJ’s favorite Disney princess,” Clementine explained as she picked up the coloring book. “He says she reminds him of me which is really sweet.” Her smile grew as pleasant memories bubbled forth.

“She is a pretty great princess but I don’t think she would be my favorite. Though I did have my fair share of favorite Disney princesses and princes,”

“Oh yeah?” Clementine wanted to hear all about this. “Gonna spill your Disney crushes? I’ll share mine if you share yours,”

Aasim thought about it for a moment then gave a smile. “Deal! Okay, I’ll start. So growing up I always loved The Little Mermaid for a lot of reasons but one of them was that I had a massive crush on Ariel,”

“Ooo, I see your thing for redheads started at an early age,” Clementine nudged his side with a teasing smile.

“I will have you know that I love Ariel for many reasons besides her looks, like how she was a scholar,”

“And wore a seashell bra, mmhmm,” Clementine continued her teasing. “I don’t blame you, good choice.”

“Thank you. I also had a crush on Eric - he was such a himbo: so hot, so stupid but with a big heart,” Aasim smiled then looked over at Clementine. “Alright, your turn. Tell your Disney secrets,”

“Okay, so I had a huge crush on Prince Phillip,” Clementine noticed the surprise on Aasim’s face. “What? He fought a dragon, he fucking threw his sword and pierced Maleficent’s heart! He was a total badass,”

“No arguments here. He was awesome, very handsome. Great choice. Okay, and for the princesses?”

“Well, I had a few, but Kida. That outfit, how badass and kind she was, that fight scene!” Clementine sighed. “Yep, she definitely helped me realize that I liked girls,”

“Ooo, I love Kida! She’s amazing. But y’know which Disney movie had a power couple who were both hot?”

“Yes!”

“It was Mulan ! Shang and Mulan were super hot!” Aasim and Clementine said at the same time. Their eyes grew large and they fist bumped.

“Right!” Clementine quieted down a bit when she saw one of the employees look her way. “They were both sooo hot,”

“Capable fighters, hearts of warriors, extremely hot,” Aasim nodded in agreement. “Plus Shang was totally bi,”

“Totally,” Clementine smiled up at her friend. The two continued to talk as they made their way to the cashier where Clementine bought the adventure novel and coloring book. Once her purchase was done Aasim stepped forward, quickly discarded the books he couldn’t afford, and slid forward a historical drama, Pride and Prejudice and a new journal.

“Oh, that's a nice journal,” Clementine admired the deep brown leather journal with a small, intricate design on its edges.

“Thanks, I’m excited to use it. Journaling is always so peaceful,”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll try it out,” Clementine saw the excitement in Aasim’s eyes at those words.

“Yes! I’m sure you’re going to love it,”

“Okay, then we can be journal bros and bi bros,” Clementine smiled up at Aasim.

He immediately returned it. “Sounds good to me.” Aasim strolled forward when suddenly he remembered something. “Oh yeah, I heard from Brody that there’s a good ice cream shop right by the food court. Wanna head there?”

Clementine’s eyes sparkled at those words. There was nothing better than grabbing some ice cream on a hot day. “Lead the way!” Aasim nodded then took the lead, excitedly starting up a new topic with Clementine as they headed toward sweet treats.

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg aasim #clem aasim brotp #clouis #rusim #fanfic #ericson's diner au #happy bi visibility day #let's celebrate them bis

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tabloidtoc · 3 years

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Us, February 1

You can now buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Brad Pitt’s Baby Drama -- is ex Nicole Poturalski pregnant?

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Kaitlyn Dever

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Lili Reinhart vs. Lily Collins

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Stephen Colletti on his viral reunion with ex-girlfriend and former Laguna Beach costar Kristin Cavallari last year, Kyra Sedgwick on husband Kevin Bacon giving her a bikini wax, Priyanka Chopra Jonas’ response when asked how many children she wants with husband Nick Jonas, Jessica Simpson on kids Maxwell and Ace and Birdie whom she shares with Eric Johnson, Rob Lowe on finally spotting his very reclusive new neighbor Prince Harry

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Michael B. Jordan and Lori Harvey enjoyed a romantic getaway together in St. Barts

Page 11: Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt splashed around the ocean with their son Gunner in Carpinteria in California, Miley Cyrus and stylist pal Bradley Kenneth McPeek spent their evening at the beach watching the sunset in Malibu, Selma Blair went on a coffee run in L.A.

Page 12: Josephine Skriver shot a commercial for Maybelline with a pretty bouquet in NYC, Vanessa Lachey wrapped up a Hot Tools Volumizer before gifting to a pal

Page 13: Katie Holmes wore an all-denim ensemble while out and about with beau Emilio Vitolo Jr. in NYC

Page 16: Padma Lakshmi stunned in a white dress at the Gotham Awards in NYC, G-Eazy shared a laugh with a female costar while filming a music video in Pasadena, Brian Austin Green and Sharma Burgess kiss in Hawaii

Page 18: New Year, New Hair -- celebs are already changing up their ‘dos in 2021 -- Demi Lovato ditched her signature dark hair for a pink pixie cut, Tom Hanks called his bald look for the upcoming Elvis Presley biopic horrible, Kate Hudson with rose gold tresses, Taraji P. Henson with short magenta locks, Bella Hadid’s new dyed front strands give off Ginger Spice vibes, Keke Palmer rocking a mullet

Page 20: It’s all relative -- good genes run in these stars’ families -- Gwyneth Paltrow and her mom Blythe Danner and her daughter Apple, Heidi Klum and Erna and daughter Leni, Jada Pinkett Smith and daughter Willow and mom Adrienne Banfield-Norris

Page 21: Chrissy Teigen and mom Vilailuck and daughter Luna, Jessica Alba and Cathy and daughter Honor, Kris Jenner and Kim Kardashian West and her kids Saint and Chicago and Psalm and Mary Jo Houghton

Page 22: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Kelly Bensimon got where she needed to go via Citi Bike in NYC, Helena Christensen stepped out with her beloved dog Kuma in NYC, Meg Ryan filled her gas tank in L.A.

Page 23: During a commercial break Good Morning America coanchor Robin Roberts sipped in a cool beverage in NYC, Rachel Brosnahan partnered with Amazon to support one of her favorite charities Covenant House in NYC

Page 24: Love Lives -- Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez are feeling refreshed after a recent trip to Turks and Caicos

Page 25: Jessie James Decker and husband Eric Decker are enjoying a lot more alone time now that they’ve finally put a lock on their bedroom door, Jackson Guthy is Olivia Jade Giannulli’s No. 1 fan

Page 26: Hot Hollywood -- After 10 years of marriage Elizabeth Chambers thought she knew the real Armie Hammer but when graphic messages surfaced of his alleged disturbing sexual fetishes of rape and cannibalism she was horrified and it’s like she’s living in a nightmare and she’s focused on protecting their kids Harper and Ford and she wants to shield them from seeing their dad so unhinged

Page 27: Kim Kardashian West is set to finally file for divorce from husband Kanye West by February 14 -- Kim wanted to hold the marriage together for the sake of their four kids she’s now ready to turn the chapter and move on with her life

* Meghan Markle’s half-sister Samantha Markle isn’t the only one telling all -- her estranged dad Thomas Markle now has a documentary in the works about his life and raising his famous daughter -- Meghan is absolutely repulsed by her father and she was praying that he’d stay out of her business and move on with his life but he won’t leave her alone and as a result Meghan will never let him meet her son Archie

* Keeping Up With Us -- Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas have called it quits, Vanessa Bryant opened up about coping with loss just days before the one year anniversary of husband Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna’s tragic deaths, Jason Sudeikis has returned to work on season 2 of Ted Lasso amid his ex Olivia Wilde’s new romance with Harry Styles, Tom Cruise has splurged on robots to enforce Covid-19 safety protocols on the set of Mission: Impossible 7, Chrishell Stause and Justin Hartley have finalized their divorce, Dustin Diamond has been diagnosed with cancer

Page 28: A Day in My Life -- Hunter Hayes

Page 29: Chandler Powell and Bindi Irwin are counting down the days until they meet their baby girl -- Bindi who is in her third trimester cannot wait to be a mother and she’ll be wonderful at it

Page 30: Cover Story -- What Does Brad Pitt Know? Questions arise after Brad’s ex Nicole Poturalski is spotted with what could be a baby bump

Page 33: Inside Angelina Jolie’s new life

Page 34: Erin and Ben Napier -- doing things our way -- the breakout HGTV stars sit down to talk about making it big and putting family first

Page 36: Justin Timberlake turns 40 -- Justin’s highs and lows ahead of his milestone January 31 birthday

Page 40: Beauty -- surprisingly sexy scents -- Ariana Grande’s latest R.E.M.

Page 42: Entertainment -- Genevieve Padalecki on starring in Walker with real-life husband Jared Padalecki

Page 43: James Lafferty and Alexandra Park on Everyone Is Doing Great

Page 46: Fashion Police -- when bad clothes happen to good people -- Cardi B edition

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- President Joe Biden

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Kinktober Prompt Fill #10: Pinwheel

Find our full Kinktober post right here!

Summary: Ranch!AU - Peter seduces Tony into fucking him in the hay attic. Warnings: Seducing, Pinwheel, Mention of a Riding Crop, Half-Dressed Fuck, Dirty Talk, ‘Merican Accents

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Peter has a good ass. Full stop. That’s all the information anybody needs. It’s irrefutable. No one would deny it. Could deny it. Obviously, Tony feels disgusting for thinking it, but the way Peter arches his back- the way he sticks his butt out when he puts his foot in the stirrup as he climbs onto Bolt, his trusted mare, is near-damn obscene. Tony knows the boy is doing it for him, that he is trying to get into his pants. He’s been quite vocal about it too- well, not really to Tony himself, but the other stable hand, Michelle, has gotten quite an earful about what Peter thinks of the ranch owner. What he wants Tony to do to him. And shit, does he want to do it to Peter as well. Little did Peter and Michelle know that he could hear them. Often. And it had him rock hard every time. Tony doesn’t even hide his erection in his tight denim pants, sauntering through the exterior arena in his cowboy boots as Peter and Bolt circle him. Peter is obviously over-bucking his hips in the saddle with every step Bolt takes, grinding down into his seat. He rides his horse with an infuriatingly sensual grace. When Bolt has warmed up enough, Peter innocently turns his head to look at Tony and cocks his head. “Faster?” Tony swears inwardly as he nods, clearing his throat before speaking. “Speed up to a trot.” ... When Tony and Peter walk down the stables, it’s already late. Tony’s cowboy heels click with every step, the pinwheels at the ends clanking softly. Everyone has gone home and the horses curiously stick their heads out to watch the two men strolling the building. Peter stuck around, as he always does. Right when Tony turns to walk out and lock the barn door, he spots an empty trough. “Eric forgot to give Seven hay today.” He pauses, annoyed. “Again.” Tony straightens his back and takes a glance at Peter. “Mind helpin’ me fetch some for her?” “Of course, Mister Stark.” The mischievous gleam in his eye says enough. Peter planned this. It’s not long before they reach the attic where they store all the hay. Peter insists on going up the ladder first. For obvious reasons. Tony climbs after him, eyes locked on the round cheeks straight ahead. Peter sways his hips seductively, so it’s no surprise that the second they reach the top, he grabs Peter by the belt and tosses him against the hay stack, kissing him feverishly while cupping Peter’s pert butt. Peter doesn’t even act surprised. Instead, he grins, knowing he won the game. “About time, Sir,” he quips with a smirk, mingling their hot breaths with a chuckle. Tony just growls, shrugging his casually unbuttoned red and faded yellow gingham shirt off his shoulders. Peter rushes to rip Tony’s tank top off his chest. When Tony reaches for his belt, Peter stops him. “Me first?” He bats his eyelashes innocently, making Tony scoff darkly. “Needy, needy,” he tuts, caressing Peter’s jaw before undressing him, peppering his nose and lips with soft kisses. Peter’s blush goes all the way down his chest, cock standing tall and proud. He whines when Tony pulls back, loosening his own belt and unzipping his fly to take out his dick. He casually leans back until he sits down on the stack and he pats his denim jeans invitingly. He sinks into the hay slightly, leaning back until he’s comfortable enough. The straw tickles and scratches his back, but with the sight that’s in front of him, the things that are about to happen, he couldn’t care less. “Come here, baby.” Tony’s voice is coated with honey, dripping with lust. “It’s time you rode a steed.” Peter’s cock jumps at Tony’s words and he whimpers softly, nodding. His sassiness is crumbling with every passing second and Tony sure loves watching Peter fall apart. Peter lines himself up, but Tony shakes his head. “Tsk, you’ve been teasing me with that ass for weeks, boy.” He rolls his shoulders and cocks an eyebrow. “Turn around.” Peter complies and not much later his obscene moans echo through the barn as he stretches himself on Tony’s shaft. “That’s it, boy, roll those hips, arch your back, show off your pretty cheeks.” Tony doesn’t care to move as Peter starts squeezing and grinding. It feels delicious and if Tony didn’t have any self-control he could come just looking at the mesmerizing image of Peter’s round butt jiggling slightly with every movement. He watches the boy clench and unclench, muscles tightening with every push down into Tony’s groin. “S-so good, fuck-“ Peter yelps softly when a sudden smack hits his ass cheek. If only Tony had a riding crop right now. “Speed up to a trot,” Tony says with a grin. Peter lets out a high pitched chuckle, but speeds up anyways, barely able to keep himself upright. His hands move to find balance on Tony’s legs, but they stop when they graze past the leather cowboy boots. There’s a slight pause in his movement, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Another smack lands on his ass. Tony wiggles his feet, creating noise with the metal at his heels. “Didn’t tell you to slow down, wouldn’t want me to use my pinwheels on ya… Would ya?” Tony can’t stop smirking, relishing in Peter’s moans. Alright then… Tony sniffs once, allowing Peter to pick up the pace again. “Take ‘em off,” he orders. Peter doesn’t immediately reply, unsure of what Tony means with it. So, Tony moves his feet again. “Take. ‘Em. Off.” “Yes, Sir.” This time, Peter doesn’t halt his ass grinding against Tony’s groin. Tony is panting at this point, basking in the drag of Peter’s insides around him. Peter’s hands work expertly to pull the shoes off Tony’s feet. Once the second one is off, Tony suddenly sits up straight, grabbing Peter by the waist and pushing in until his mouth is right at Peter’s ear. “Oh, would ya look at that,” Tony sighs, looking down at Peter’s hard and leaking cock. He takes the second shoe out of Peter’s hand, twisting it until the pinwheel is pointing their way. At the same time, he start thrusting up into Peter, eliciting the most delicious moans from him. Peter’s head falls back against Tony’s chest, angling into the crook of his neck. “So hard. So horny.” “Been wantin’ to ride you for weeks, Sir-“ Peter pants. “Thank you, thank you-“ “Mmm, good boy,” Tony coos, sucking marks on Peter’s shoulder. “Ya gonna come for me, Petey? Are you close?” Peter nods feverishly, pushing back into Tony harder and harder. Tony smirks, looking down over Peter’s shoulder to the boy’s neglected, leaking cock. He brings the pinwheel from his boot closer and closer until it grazes past. Tony rolls the pinwheel from the base of Peter’s shaft to the tip and back. Peter wails, taking all of Tony’s thrusts and attention until his pleasure reaches its crescendo. He spills all over Tony’s boot, shuddering aggressively and the sight results in Tony only needing a few more thrusts before combusting himself.

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Bad News

Smut, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: “Badboy” Lee Minho x Aspiring Writer

A/N: So I honestly didn’t want to publish this 4.1k baby because it’s so long but I had so much fun writing it LMAOO so when I finished I was like hmph why not :D After reading it again I realized it actually goes by pretty quickly so enjoyyy

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Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.

So annoying.

You’re jotting down every note from this man, this doctor who claims that if humans eat raisins it will save their life from any harm. Evidence? Bullshit. But I suppose that’s what you have to do in order to get into Yale’s English department. Sir Lordseochangbin expects nothing but a good story and you already know he’s going to throw this one in the trash. Just like the others.

“... and so the texture of the raisin is very particular. Every ridge is filled with yum but it is also the color, OH the color! The color of the raisin is magnificent! People may mistake the raisin as a cat's disposal however…”

“Doctor!” you get up from your seat, closing your notebook and showing a fake smile of happiness to leave and resent of the wasted time. “I believe we should wrap this up, thank you for your time!” You tell him, shaking his hand before quickly running off.

“Take care!”

You enter the busy room full of books and posters. Had you never done your research on the professor behind the English department, you would’ve guessed this was some 17 year old fangirl obsessed with some hotshot korean rapper. Pictures of the man were everywhere and you couldn’t help but to cringe, was he obsessed with himself or something?

He’s sitting on a comfortable chair with a mirror in his hands, his fingers forming the classic ‘peace’ sign as he giggles in a cute voice “Mmhpm! Cute binnie! I’m cute binnie!”

You literally want to gag in your throat but okay. “L-lordseochangbin? Lord? Are you there?”

“Oh fuck” you hear in his normal voice as he slides the mirror under the desk and straightens his shirt.

“Ahem. Y/n, how can I help you?” You take a breath of relief to see him back to his old self before handing him your notes.

“I got a story, just wanted to know your opinion” you said with a grin.

He grabs the pack of papers out of your hands and looks at the first page. “How one doctor is raisin-g awareness about the new way to save lives” He reads in monotone before tossing your work on the floor.

Your heart is pulsing and your hands are fidgeting. This is fucking stupid. You don’t need Yale. Fuck it. Can’t deal with this stupid conceiting motherf-

“Y/n… sit down.” he takes a sharp breath before grabbing the mirror out the floor. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at myself?”

Not this bullshit again. “Lordseochangbin, what do you see?” You ask, rolling your eyes.

He looks into the mirror, winking at his reflection before answering “I see perfection. You know why? Because interesting shit happens in my life. They range from being thrown into a dumpster in Sri Lanka to marrying the love of my life, Mel. Like I said, terrifying yet beautiful experiences and what’s best is that I learned from it!”

“W-what are you saying?” You respond, leaning closer to him on your seat as you anticipate his response.

“The first story you sent me, the one about that boy. The boy in your story captured my eye. He helped others by secretly selling illegal drugs, donating the money to charity and supporting his family. I want more guys like him.”

“Like him?”

“Hmm… how do I say this in the nicest way possible? Y/n, get yourself out there man.” He says, sending you a look as if to sympathize with your loneliness

“Oh”

“Yeah.. now go get a life” He says, shooing you off before he could shut the door on you.

Wow. Okay. So not only did he throw away the story you spent 7 hours on but also told you to go do something with yourself?

You turn around, facing the closed door. “One day, I’m going to go inside that room and draw devil ears on every one of those fucking posters! Triangle headass!” You curse, rolling your eyes before hearing a quick “I heard that!” and running out of the building.

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You know what the funniest thing was about that story Lordseochangbin mentioned? You made up the name. Your high school memories were long gone and all you could remember was calling him “Daddy” every time he pushed you to the edge. In the story, you called him Eric but what was his name? You just couldn’t remember.

The high pitched screaming ringed through your ears as you remembered the times with “Eric”. You made those scenes extra spicy in your book, replacing high school jerseys with suits and lingerie, old school basketball games with extreme galas throwed by rich people. The whole story was like a perfect manhattan lifestyle until he broke it off with you.

And god, your safe word with “Eric” was the best part… like seriously? The number of times you screamed “CRANBERRY JUICE” as he fucked your insides out was insane and perfectly memorable. His face, unforgettable.

These vivid images ran through your head as you jumped into the taxi with your two friends. You, y/n, were bound to get into some trouble.

The night’s off to a boring start as you have time adjusting from candles and Netflix to DJ lights and drinks. You hit your tenth shot before your friends could pull you off to the floor. You sway your hips to the music, throwing your head back as you feel the beat pulse through you. Throwing your hands up in the air, you feel a tight grasp on your hips before turning around to see your friend.

“Yo. 9 0’clock. That guy has been checking you out, go get yourself into some trouble!” She says, pushing you in the guys direction. You start to stumble on your feet, letting the crowd of waving arms and stepping heels lead you to him before you're in his arms.

“Umm… are you okay?” He asks with a smirk on his face. This man is gorgeous up close, and that aching feeling between your legs is just hoping you can get a taste of those plump lips. The ones that lie agaped as he waits for your response.

“Oh right! Yeah, I-I’m fine..” you shake your head, stupid y/n. His arm finds itself around your waist as he guides you to the bar table, a glass of water in front of him.

“No drinks?” You ask with a smile. “I’ve had enough” He simply replies, taking a sip of his vodka as he looks across the table. You’re staring at his side profile and as much as you know you shouldn’t you just can’t help but to gaze at him.

“You’re perfect…” you mutter under your breath before he could turn his attention back to you, “What was that? Sorry the music is a little too loud” He apologizes as he leans in closer.

No..no no no. Please. He’s so close you can smell the cologne he’s wearing and god is it addicting.

“Umm…. hi!” You randomly spurt out, your hands grabbing his shoulders. At this point you are just wide eyed staring at each other, centimeters apart as your gesture seemed to pull you two closer. You have his full attention and you’re not sure what to do with it. The proximity is making your breath hitch and he’s staring at you like an eager kitten, pupils wide and a grin on his face.

“Umm.. hi” he mocks you, “What is it? Virgin that’s trying to get knocked up? Good girl trying to disappoint her parents in a club?”

“What?!” you reply confused, “Oh! Wait I mean I’m not trying to get knocked up and I think I’ve dissapointed my parents enough but you’re kinda hot so I mean I wouldn’t mind having sex with you NOT that I haven’t had sex before or anytime I mean I’ve madeout but like sex with you seems-” You realize how fast you’re talking and wince at his still expression, silence between you two for a few seconds before he finally says:

“Perfect, you’d look so pretty under me kitten” he whispers, his thumb holding your chin up as he pecks your lips.

You close your eyes into the kiss before he could say, “Strawberry chapstick, cute” Looking as innocent as a doll, you look up to him as he gets up.

He sends a wink in your direction before grabbing his jacket, “Let’s get out of here” You get a chance to look back to your friends before they mouth to you, “Use protection!!” and you laugh at their responses and the thrill that’s running through your nerves.

You two exit through the back, a motorcycle helmet in your hands as you throw your leg over him and settle on the backseat. Once the helmet’s on, he turns his head slightly as if to check on you and grabs your hands, wrapping them around his chest. His black denim jacket is covering your shoulders and his white tee is clinging to his body.

You y/n, you just got yourself into some trouble.

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A million fans blowing at your face simply couldn’t compare to the cool breeze that blew past you as you find comfort on the motorcycle seat. Your initial goal is long forgotten, but this guy in front of you is already screaming danger and you love it.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your question being muted by a nearby car horn.

“Sorry, what?” he replies with a smirk before pulling to the side, pushing the kickstand with his foot and getting off the bike. You’re stunned when he takes off his helmet, his messy hair poking all over the place and when he uses his fingers to comb through his dark locks you realize you are absolutely done for.

“Did you ask something?”

“W-what’s your name?” you ask, your voice muffled because of the helmet. He simply chuckles as he takes the helmet off you, he’s so close that he can hear your shaky breaths and unsteady heartbeats.

“It’s Minho. Lee Minho… yours?”

Your nails grip onto the leather seat on the motorcycle as you attempt to get off when your dress gets caught on the bike. “Aw, fuck!” you curse yourself, you knew jeans and a jacket would’ve been a good idea.

“Woah, woah don’t worry I got you” He says, walking over to the other side of the bike before getting on one knee to help the situation. You’re trying your best to look away because this may or may not have been one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, one leg is mounted to the floor and the other is leaving you unbalanced on the other side of the seat.

“Nice panties by the way” he says with a smug look. Your cheeks are pink when you turn around to see that he's right in between your legs, the inside of your dress completely open for him to see but his eyes are still focused on that one knot that he’s been trying to untangle.

“Oh my god” you pant out, covering your eyes in humiliation. “This is so embarrassing”

“It’s nice to know you were serious when you said you wanted to have sex” his smile is hard to hide when he finally sets you free, the balance of the bike suddenly shiftng your weight as you fall towards him.

“Oh-” you let out as his eyes stare into yours. They’re literally shining, and maybe it’s the reflection of the street light behind you but it looks so magical in the moment as your hands wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss.

His hands are around your waist, giving your ass a tight squeeze as he stands up, your lips still connected before he could pull away with a smile.

“You…” he says with a quick breath, “You never told me what your name was.”

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At the sound of the elevator bell, your back is up against the wall. Minho is quick to get his hands on the bottom of your dress, slowly pulling it up to your waist as he presses kisses into your neck.

“The second I saw those white lace panties, I wanted them off you right away” He growls into your ear as he grabs your jaw.

Your legs stiffen as he presses your back on the wall and you gasp as he throws off his jacket, pulling his back tee over his head. “So.. so..” you stutter as your hands grab his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss. His tongue is past your lips, his teeth biting down your bottom lip and you whimper at the arousal building up between your legs.

“Aw, what was that kitten?” He asks in a playful tone

“G-god stop teasing Minho.. just fuck me already” you whisper, your eyes close shut as the trail of wet kisses he’s leaving across your chest as he slowly takes off your dress. “Is this okay?” he asks as his hands go to your waist.

“It’s fine.. please just-” your lips shut as his attaches to your breast, the other one being groped by his hand as he massages it. His tongue swerves around your wet nipple as he flicks it softly, your cold buds hardening before he could suck on it harshly.

It’s a moment of pleasure until you feel your core pulsating, your hands diverging between your legs as you rip off your panties, fingers diving into your wet folds before Minho could slap them away.

“Who said you could fucking touch yourself?” He asks, making you whine at his words before he unzips his jeans. “This should fucking teach you a lesson…” His pants are on the floor and before you know it he’s carrying you bridal style onto the bed.

He’s leaning against the backboard, leaving you confused at the fact that you’re just lying there before he pulls his boxers down, revealing his cock covered with beads of pre-cum.

“M-minho..WAIT. Umm.. shouldn’t we make a safe word?” Minho looks at you in surprise before letting out a chuckle.

“A safeword kitten? C’mon, I can be rough.. but not that rough”

“Just say a word Minho”

“Strawberry-chapstick.”

“Strawberry...chapstick? O-oh.. okay”You stutter as you place yourself in between his legs. Your hands wrap around his member as you pump him up a few times, your tongue sucking on his tip as you leave his arousal all over your lips. When you go down on him, he lets out a loud moan, his eyes shut in pleasure as his hands go to your head.

“Nnngh, God.. you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” he lets out, his eyes watching you attentively. A few more groans pass his mouth before he’s biting onto his lip, trying to let anymore out. When he feels you slowing down, he starts to thrust up your mouth, stuffing it with his cock and watching you gag on it.

“I-i’m so close kitten, I’m gonna fuck your mouth so good” he mumbles as his hips meet your face, your nails gripping onto his thighs as you feel that familiar twitch.

In seconds he’s laid back on the bed, his hands pulling you up to your face as you manage to swallow all his cum before he could align his cock with your entrance, quickly moving past them as he bucks his hips into yours.

“OH!” you scream, a mantra of his name leaving your lips. As if you haven’t said or thought of his name enough already. It’s the only thing on your mind when you’re staring at him in bliss, your hands on his shoulders as you sink down on him, just for him to hit your sweet spot again. The way his cock is stretching your walls feels so fucking good and you can’t come to terms on whether is pain or pleasure. It’s a pattern of thrusts and moans before it could grow slower and sloppier.

“I’m so close Minho, please fuck me Minho! Please!” You cry, his hands playing with your clit as he rubs his fingers on it. His hips buck into yours again, finding that same pace and you look helpless, letting him take over you as your breasts jiggle against his chest, mewls passing your lips.

“J-Just-” You stutter before you could reach your high, letting out a loud pornographic moan as he reaches for his own before filling you up. Your eyes close shut as you get up, falling on the bed next to him.

He lets out a long, exhausted breath before his hands could play with your hair, giving you access to lay on his chest before saying, “For a virgin.. you really know how to suck dick”

You nearly choke at his words before rolling your eyes, “I’m not a virgin”

“Ahh, that makes sense. Who was the lucky guy?” He says with a smirk, leaning down on the side of his bed to grab another liquor bottle and handing you a glass.

“He’s.. not sure how to explain it. High school friend I guess…” you reply as you take the drink down in one go and place it on his nightstand, cuddling into his arm as you start to fall asleep.

“Who was your first?” you mumble before your drink could get the best of you.

“Mine… she was in high school too. I had some shit going on though, couldn’t keep her. You know, it’s hard thinking my parents own some bigshot company, and I'm just here. Going to be heir to a billion dollar business and I just… can’t handle all of it. I’m here clubbing every night because I know no matter what I do I’ll never be able to impress them…”

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Thank god. Thank GOD for that recorder you snuck underneath your dress. What you didn’t thank god for was all the times you screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” God… it made you cringe in your seat. It was good sex though, you had to admit.

What you weren’t proud of was the fact that you didn’t get anything out of that night. No inspiration, no good story. No nothing. You slumped down your seat in exhaustion before you could hear Minho’s voice.

“It’s like I’ll never be able to impress them…” you hear him pause for a second before rewinding the tape and listening to what he said seconds before you fell asleep.

He has a story. Minho… he’s more than just a guy that goes clubbing and rides on his motorcycle and drinks every night. He’s a boy that was never loved by his parents, using his money to donate to charity, never knowing what his future lies of him as the heir to a billion dollar company.

“I trust you.. you know. I don’t know what it is about you but… oh, are you sleeping?” He giggles. You smile at how attractive his laugh is before looking down at his notes. Would it be bad to use these for a story? His life… as a book?

You remembered his sleepy eyes as he laid on the bed, you trying to put on your clothes in a hurry as you left the apartment without a sound. Should you have left? You throw your face into your hands before hearing the sound of his voice again.

“She looks cute with this cat filter” you hear him mumble before you could hear the click of his camera, a laugh leaving his lips as you could hear him close settle in his spot next to you.

“Fuck me, fuck me” He mocks in a high pitch voice before hear a starling snore. “Oh, she snores. Great.”

You mentally facepalm yourself before turning off the recording, leaning back in your seat as you stare at the roof wondering if it was worth it to break his trust like this.

“I gave you a day, y/n. Got any ideas?” You turn around to see Changbin leaning against the door before looking back at the recorder on your desk.

“I think I do. I’ll have it done in a week.”

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A month passed and all of your dreams came true. Getting into Yale, publishing a book, and getting the status as an official writer. You regret giving yourself a deadline of a week, but when Changbin saw how well you were doing he extended it, knowing a book could never be done in a week, not even a month. You spent your days and nights on this however, the thought of Minho in mind was only brain fuel.

Some nights resulting in reaching your own high, but you couldn’t even count the number of men who passed by your apartment door. They weren’t just men, men from Yale, and were they hot.

You ended up asking them to leave however, knowing you had to get back to work. None of them used “Strawberry-chapstick” as a safeword. None of them took a cute cat filter selfie when you fell asleep. None of them were Minho.

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Smile, sign the book, have a conversation and it’s the next person. Minho walked past the book-signing banner as he walked into the library, heading straight to the counter.

“So busy here, it’s not usually like this”

“Mr. Lee, there’s a book signing going on here. New author who just made her way to Yale, you should read her book.”

“Yale? It’s probably a book about Hilary or Bush, i’ll pass on reading about notable alumni” he sarcastically replied.

“Well if that’s the case sir, the kids are eagerly waiting in the room past the signing for you”

“Perfect, thanks..”

Minho tucks his jacket as he walks towards the kids room, catching a glimpse of the fan meeting as he walks by the crowd.

“Shit, shit! Hide me” You whisper, hiding behind Changbin’s back as you watch him walk by you.

“Y/n.. I’m your boss not your friend, get out there” he says, stepping to the side before you could make eye contact with him. You see him stop walking down the hall, his eyes staring right at you.

“Shoot, um changbin can you-”

“Sir you can’t come past this line, it's a book signing.”

“I need to talk to that girl!” Minho exclaims, pointing a finger at you as you continue to hide behind Changbin. Minho tries to fight off the bodyguards before you could tell them to let go.

Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, you look down at his luxury shoes as you ask, “What are you doing here… you shouldn’t be here”

“I’m always here, the real question is” he looks off to the side, reading the name off the banner, “Y/n.. you left me that night”

You took down a harsh gulp before looking back up at him, “I did.”

He scoffs at your words, “Seriously y/n, you did? No fucking joke, I had no idea what your name was, who you were, all I had was this” he presses the button on his phone, lighting to show you his lockscreen of you sleeping with the cat filter.

“I’ve been thinking about you since that day y/n… please” he says, grabbing your hands in his and giving it a squeeze. You’re left speechless, not sure how to reply before Changbin interrupts you two.

“Y/n, it’s time. You! You must be a friend of y/n, check out her new book!”

Changbin hands him a copy and you try to grab it out of his hands, “No Minho you seriously shouldn’t…”

“Wait y/n this is crazy..” he says, swapping your hand away. He mumbles out the title ‘Bad News’ before turning around to read the description. “Bad boy with a bad reputation. Drugs, Drinks, and girls. A billion dollar company and parents that are more than disappointed. Choi Mino..”

He glares at the words before looking back up to you. “Minho… look I can explain-”

“Don’t bother” he says, dropping the book on the floor, “You could’ve at least thought of a better name for a dissapointment”

Minho bits his lip in anticipation of a response, another try to ask him to stay but you’re left without words. You don’t know how to explain yourself, you can’t.

“I-i’m sorry..” you whisper under your breath before Minho could roll his eyes at you and leave.

“Oh, where’d your friend go?” Changbin asks you, you turn around- trying to hold back the tears that were close to falling before facing the crowd of readers in front of you.. books in their hand and smiles on their faces. Posing a fake smile you grab the book that Minho dropped in your head, leaning against a table.

“Hello everyone, you know my name. I’m the author of Bad News.

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Valentines Day Asks

1. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Yes.

2. What’s your favorite candy?

It changes from time to time, but right now it’s Fuzzy Peaches.

3. Favorite love song?

I have a few. But I really love My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion 🙊

4. What was your first kiss like?

Quite uneventful honestly.

5. What was your last kiss like?

I honestly don’t remember.

6. Sexual/romantic orientation?

Straight.

7. Do you prefer poems or love letters?

I’ve never gotten either but I do like both. Maybe love letters a little more.

8. Favorite fanfic trope?

Uhm..... not sure I’d be able to choose. My brain is going blank on that one anyway.

9. Have you ever been in love?

No.

10. Favorite milkshake flavour?

Chocolate. Or chocolate strawberry. Or chocolate banana.

11. Dinner dates or brunch dates?

I’ve only been on like one dinner date but both! Why not?

12. Favourite flowers?

Sunflowers are number 1. I also like roses. And dahlias. And hyacinths......

13. Favorite perfume/cologne?

YSL Black Opium

14. Favorite candle scent?

Coconut. Vanilla. BBW Pumpkin Cupcake, BBW Cinnamon Vanilla..... I have a lot of different ones I like.

15. What’s you’re ideal first date?

Maybe a picnic or something I don’t know. Stargazing would be fun.

16. Favorite love story?

Ummmm.... my mind is going blank. I was gonna say Jack and Rose from Titanic but he dies so that’s kindaaaaaaaa 😬

17. What’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

Love in their eyes and a smile on their face. Also rolled up sleeves on a buttoned down shirt 👀

18. Chocolate, vanilla or red velvet?

Chocolate.

19. Snow, rain or sun?

Depends. If I’m cuddled in bed snow and rain both. At all other times sun.

20. Sweetest romantic memory?

Uhhhhhh.... I don’t really have one. Unless you could count some recent things but..

21. Favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

I have no idea what that means.

22. Fictional crushes?

Aaaahhhh, Eric Northman from True Blood, Matthew Clairmont from A Discovery of Witches... I also had a crush on Edward Cullen and Tuxedo Mask 😂 and Jude Law in pretty much anything... but especially The Holiday.

23. What’s your dream wedding like?

I’ve honestly never though about it? Only the dress... that’s about it...

24. What makes you blush?

A lot of things. I’m shy as fuck. But especially my crush’s voice 🥴

25. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Not love at first sight necessarily. Connection at first encounter yes.

26. Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes! And not just in the romantic sense.

27. Denim jackets, leather jackets or bomber jackets?

Toss up between denim and faux leather.

28. What’s your sign?

I’m a Scorpio.

29. Are you single?

Technically yes.... thoooooough in my head my heart is accounted for 😅🥴

30. Do you prefer charm or be charmed?

Idk... both? More to be charmed though 😅

31. Guitar or piano?

Why not both?

32. Favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

The Holiday, 13 going on 30, titanic, the bodyguard, phantom of the opera (does that count?), pride and prejudice (the one with Kiera knightley), Bridget Jones’s diary.... does beauty and the beast count??????

33. Do you fall in love easily?

I’ve never really.... but hypothetically If you mean with anyone no. With the right person yeah but I don’t fall out of it easily.

34. valentines decorations? Yay or nay?

I like the aesthetic so yes. Pink and red is fun.

35. Would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? What’s your dream proposal?

Proposed to. I’ve never thought about it. Idk, something heartfelt not in front of a million people.

36. Cloud gazing or star gazing?

Both!!!!! But definitely star gazing more 😍

37. Do you like to dance?

Ehhhhhh... depends.

38. What’s your OTP?

I have a few. Mulder x Scully, Destiel, Cooprey, Spuffy, Hannigram.... ummmm

39. Kittens or puppies?

KITTENS 🐱

40. Coffee, hot chocolate or tea?

I like all three. It’s a 50/50 between tea and coffee though.

41. Favorite soda?

Dr Pepper.

42. Do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

😂 gazing wistfully out the window and making music videos in my head

43. Favorite ABBA song?

This one is right out of left field... Take a chance on me.

44. Favorite pjs?

I have so many pjs........ and most of the time I just grab any giant shirt I have and wear that 😅

45. Favorite liquor?

Vodka.

46. Do you think about love a lot?

47. A walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

I like both cause flowers and trees in a park but beach too cause I love the ocean and I wanna search for seashells ☺️

48. Hand kisses or nose kisses?

49. What’s your dream house?

A little cottage somewhere quiet with a garden ☺️

#about me #I was boreeeed

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pain-somnia · 4 years

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All Our Yesterdays [ch.1]

Fandom: That ‘70s Show Pairing(s): Jackie/Hyde, Buddy/Fez, Donna/Eric Rating: M Disclaimer: This story will utilize characters and situations that are the copyright of The Carsey-Werner Company, LLC and Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, LLC . tomaday is in no way associated with the creator or producers of That '70s Show and no copyright infringement is intended. Obviously this is a fanfic meant solely for the entertainment of the fanfic author and (hopefully) it’s readers. Summary: After the events of "Street Fighting Man", Jackie and Hyde wish more than anything that things had happened differently.The next morning, they wake up in the past, on the morning of Vanstock where Jackie promptly makes one dream come true. They are not together—but, soon enough, one change snowballs into another... Day’s Notes: the notes for this fic are too large for for a tumblr post. they can be found in the links for FanFic and AO3. I hope you enjoy :) FF | AO3

chapter one: a sharp left in a different direction

Something was off. Completely and totally off.

Usually after a night of crying Jackie woke up with a headache. She couldn’t complain that she woke up nice and breezy, body relaxed as if nothing had ever happened. As if she didn’t cry more tears over a boy that called their future “crap.”

The sooner the pain hurt less, the easier everything would be. The easier it would be to compartmentalize her feelings for Steven Hyde and put them in a box inside of herself to be hidden just like her “Steven Box” was hidden in her closet.

Stretching her arms up over her head, Jackie froze and stared at her bare arm. Last night she had put on her favorite comfy flannel pajamas, the perfect set for when she wanted to feel warm and safe. Certain outfits were just as practical as they were cute.

But she hadn’t woken up wearing her cute flannel pajamas that were perfect for winter nights.

Why am I in my nightgown? Jackie sat up and examined her torso. Wait! Where are my—?

Jackie screamed in frustration as she clutched at her breasts—or the lack of them. She was small with slight curves, but they were perfect! Perfectly shaped and round not these small barely formed lumps she hadn’t had since she was fifteen.

For the second time since she woke up she froze. Taking a deep breath she turned to slide out of bed and put on her fuzzy slippers. She stared at her feet, eyeing the old slippers she used when she was a sophomore before they had to be replaced.

“What the hell is going on?” Jackie huffed as she examined her nightstand. Why would she have a photograph of Michael Kelso by her bed? Just last night she had gone to bed with a couple shot of her and Steven face down as it had been since she had broken up with him weeks prior.

She clutched at her hair, tightening her fingers around the curly locks. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her breaths but it didn’t feel like she was taking in any oxygen. The pull on her roots hurt too much for her to still be sleeping. Squeezing her eyes shut, she mouthed a prayer to herself. She would open her eyes and everything would be back in its rightful place. It just had to be so.

Opening her eyes to the sight of her old purple suitcase with its matching traveling makeup case sitting by her bedroom door, Jackie screamed again.

She hadn’t seen that case since her sophomore year. The luggage set she used now was decidedly more adult—a lovely shade of carmine that was just right for her eighteen year old self.

I swear to God if my wardrobe isn’t up to date, heads are going to roll.

Jackie stomped to her closet and pushed through all of the cute clothes hanging in the proper color and seasonal order it was supposed to be in. The only problem was that most of her clothes, while super cute, were out of season for 1979. Most of them were trendy back in 1976 when she had first bought them.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Jackie clutched her elbows and slid down her closet door. She didn’t even want to check the rest of her room. She didn’t need to look at her records to find out that the ones given to her by Steven were gone. She was sure if she dug through her closet she wouldn’t find a shoe box decorated and dedicated to hiding all of his notes and the ticket stubs from their dates and other keepsakes.

Lightly knocking her head back against her closet door repeatedly, Jackie let out an expletive worthy of Red Forman.

What was she going to do?

. .

The first person Jackie wanted to see was Steven. It angered her a little that no matter what he was the one her body, her mind, her soul would seek out. Just yesterday she had been crying her eyes out behind a pillar in public over him and yet now she was ready to run right to him.

Fate had it that the first person she did end up seeing was Fez of all people. As good of a friend as he was, she wasn’t as close to him as she was to Steven or Donna. He wouldn’t have been her first choice for comfort in a situation like this. Maybe if her hot rollers weren’t working properly, but not for finding out that she had slipped into some sort of crazy time rift and was now back in her fifteen year old body.

Great. And now she was sounding like dorky Eric, letting herself think about stuff like time travel.

Fez had come to walk with her to the Forman residence and to tote her luggage. Luckily for her, Fez wasn’t observant enough to recognize that her brain fog had anything to do with the fact that she wasn’t the Jackie he knew.

As if he would even know a thing about time travel or recognize it in a person.

He had fumbled through his explanation for why he was at her door, reminding her that she had called him the night before to help carry her stuff because she couldn’t have Michael picking her up or it would ruin her surprise.

Ugh. Jackie wrinkled her nose in disgust. Why couldn’t I have been sent to a time before I ever let Michael sleep with me?

Vanstock. Her first experience attending wouldn’t have been so awful had it not turned out that whorey Laurie had been sleeping with her first boyfriend while she had been dating him. It had tainted the memory of her good time.

Jackie had thought that the two of them could be really good friends considering they liked all of the same things. It was almost like having the missing half of what she wished Donna was like. All of the girly attributes that Donna just didn’t understand why they were so important.

The gang had all gone again the previous year in her original timeline and that was much better. But then again, she had spent the weekend with Steven and they had snuggled in his double sleeping bag. She had almost forgotten that they were sleeping on the ground.

Almost.

And with the reminder of Steven and their time together came the deep ache in her chest that was always present since she had broken up with him after the LOPP’s Christmas party. God, she missed him—missed them.

That was the one positive of the time travel. Yes it hurt, but her feelings for Steven were still there with her and her thoughts were her own despite being back in her underdeveloped fifteen year old body.

She wasn’t going to get over that. Applying her makeup on that morning had been frustrating each time she had to look at her rounder cheeks, still full of baby fat.

It’s a good thing I’m super cute no matter how old. Jackie turned her nose up at her own wandering thoughts. It was hard to focus on what was important when she couldn’t find the source of her problem.

At the moment all she could do was compartmentalize everything and create some order by what was a priority and by what she could actually fix within her own power.

Just because she was her fifteen year old self, it didn’t mean she had to live her fifteen year old self’s life. She was Jackie Burkhart and she got what she wanted when she wanted. And what she wanted was to not be that girl she was when she was sixteen.

It was a few weeks too soon but there was one matter she could take into her own hands right that moment. She just wished she had made her decision before Fez had carried her stuff all the way to the Formans’ house. Now she was going to be stuck taking it all back herself.

Going to Vanstock had seemed like a good idea when she had been faced with choosing between being with her friends or alone with her thoughts in an empty house. The housekeeper had been given the weekend off when her fifteen year old self had made the decision to surprise Michael with her attendance on the group’s road trip and she wasn’t in the right state of mind to be by herself.

“Jackie!” Donna was the first person to greet her when she walked up the Forman’s driveway. Her hair was totally flat and that god awful red but her cheeks still bloomed like she had a sunburn when she was flustered.

Jackie had to resist wrapping her arms around her best friend. She wanted nothing more than a hug and for someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay but this wasn’t the moment, especially when she knew what was making Donna so nervous.

She barely registered the mentions of mud and Canadians. Jackie’s gaze drifted from Donna to her future ex-boyfriend who stood in the back in his worn out denim jacket. She had to remind herself that this was Hyde not Steven. That while he was complicit in letting her heart get broken, this wasn’t the man that owed her any loyalty. It was just the boy that got his kicks where he could and didn’t recognize that what he was doing was terrible.

This was also the boy that would get his heart broken again in a few months and Jackie bit her lower lip to keep from shouting about everything she knew. This Steven Hyde wasn’t hers to protect like when he first met his real father.

And if she shared those secrets there were worse things that could happen to her than waking up almost a full bra cup size and a half smaller.

“Where’s Michael?” Jackie asked before anyone else could fumble some sort of weak reason as to why she shouldn’t go with them to Vanstock. Any moment now Steven was going to try to convince her that it was a fantastic idea regardless of the fact that Michael was bringing along the girl he was having an affair with.

“Jackie.” Steven stared her down, expression more solemn than she recalled him looking at sixteen. Last time when they stood in this driveway, he had been gleeful, downright giddy. “I need to talk to you about something.”

She wasn’t ready for this, whatever this was. His hair was longer and blonder, he wasn’t as muscular, but his voice was still the same deep timbre she loved and even though it should have been easy to separate this Steven from her Steven, she couldn’t do it. Jackie was convinced one look, one direct look, into her eyes and he would know everything.

Steven Hyde of 1976 would know she loved him.

“Can it wait?” Jackie’s gaze shifted anywhere but his face. “I really need to talk to Michael before you guys go.”

“Wait,” Eric looked back and forth between his best friend and her, “you’re not coming with us then? And why do you need to talk to Jackie?”

Jackie really didn’t need this right now. Eric Forman could hate her some other time but he wasn’t going to be wasting her time with his questions. “Makes no sense why I would be going.” Jackie crossed her arms across her chest protectively. “Doubt he’d let me come along after I dump him.”

“What?” Came everyone’s shocked response. . . Hyde leaned his head back and closed his eyes, propping his feet on the spool table. They should have been on the road over an hour ago. He should have been roaming the grounds and meeting up with his friends from Kenosha, dropping acid or smoking a joint in between the different musical acts performing.

The last time he had been there in 1976, that was exactly what he had done as well as hooking up with any willing hot chick. The desire for acid or a girl had significantly dropped since then, both for different reasons.

Opening his eyes, Hyde watched the smoke float in lazy circles up towards the ceiling. The swirls had his focus more than the conversation currently being had in the basement.

“You were just frenching Laurie not even ten minutes before she broke up with you, dillhole!” Donna huffed, passing the joint on to Forman.

That comment had Hyde peering at Donna from the corner of his eye. When she had discovered that Kelso had been cheating on Jackie back in his own 1976, she hadn’t warned Jackie at all. She still hadn’t warned her this time around, only weakly attempted to get her to change her mind about going on the trip. Not that Jackie needed to change her mind. She had shown up and broke up with Kelso in the simplest most blunt way possible.

“I don’t love you and you’re a cheating bastard. Have fun at Vanstock.” And then she just skipped away.

The divergence in the timeline was going to be interesting.

Waking up had been a trip. Hyde had woken up thinking he had been tripping. It had been so long since he kept his hair long enough to be as blonde as it was and he felt lighter than usual━his limbs no longer carrying the extra weight of the muscles he had developed over the past couple of years.

Time travel. It was a subject that only Forman out of everyone he could possibly have a serious discussion with. Kelso at this stage wouldn’t even try to jump into the conversation unless it was about a time machine that could take him back in time before Jackie broke up with him.

“Shouldn’t we be glad that we’re finally free?” Forman shrugged his shoulders passing him the joint. Hyde didn’t honor him with a response, only taking a long drag before skipping right over Kelso to Fez.

Kelso didn’t even notice that he had been skipped in the circle. His head hung low and his eyes were glazed over with unshed tears. Hyde cared for them just as much as he did the first time Jackie had broken up with Kelso━not at all.

Tears from his friend over a girl that he himself loved meant nothing.

Kelso crying over Jackie was a joke. It was a joke back when all she was was the bitchy anchor around Kelso’s neck. It was a joke when he got caught cheating with Laurie.

“We were in love,” Kelso choked out, voice thick and watery from crying.

“Kelso.” Hyde snapped his fingers in front of Kelso’s face and tried to capture his attention. “No you weren’t. You were cheating on her with the Earth Mother Whore.”

Kelso blinked at him and swallowed hard. “Doesn’t mean I don’t love Jackie.”

Rolling his eyes, Hyde took the joint back from Donna and took the last drag from the remaining stub. He coughed as the burnt smoke hit his lungs and pinched the dying ember on the paper between his index finger and thumb. The high from the marijuana wasn’t enough for Hyde to tolerate listening to Kelso talk about being in love with his chick.

Ex chick. Future ex chick.

Time travel was such a fucked concept. It was one thing to hide a hurt that he had reasons for having, but the hurt he felt wasn’t for the Jackie of 1976 but the Jackie of 1979. He was hiding a deep ache in his chest that was caused by a girl that had probably been crying over his moron friend the night before, not him.

Miles away there was a shrill, loud, bitchy cheerleader who was probably stuffing all of her Kelso paraphernalia into a box right at that moment and it was killing him that he couldn’t have her. And because of this time travel bullshit she didn’t even know that she had ever been his and he had been hers.

“I can’t believe we’re missing Vanstock all because of Jackie,” Forman scoffed. “Leave it to her to ruin everything.”

“Forman,” Hyde turned to him in disgust, “really? Are you forgetting certain important details?”

“I still can’t believe you all knew!” Donna slapped her hands on the spool table. She glared at them all and then stood up from her seat. “I’m going to go see Jackie.”

“Wait!” Fez called after her. “I’ll go with you!”

Hyde reached over and pulled Fez by the back of his shirt, forcing him back on the mushroom ottoman. “Sit down!” Like hell was he going to let an infatuated Fez try and take advantage of the situation again.

Fez wrinkled his nose and gave him a disgruntled look before shrugging it off. “So what happened with Laurie?”

Hyde rolled his eyes yet again. Right after Jackie had confronted Kelso, Laurie had taken off when it was obvious they weren’t going anywhere. She had looked downright gleeful when they all had dragged their stuff back inside, looking miserable. She took one look at a sad Kelso and shrugged it off. No one knew where she went after everything went down, but Laurie made herself scarce as soon as it was clear that no one was going anywhere.

Kelso was a dumbass, but the consequences for his actions lead to Hyde finding out that there was more to Jackie than they all originally thought. There was just one very important difference in this timeline.

Jackie wasn’t heartbroken over her split with Kelso. In 1976, Jackie had told Kelso it was over, tears thickening her voice, and then threw herself at Hyde for comfort. This time, Jackie tossed out the break up statement casually with the same attitude she would give a shoe department employee her size on whatever clogs took her fancy and then went on her merry way.

Hyde didn’t know what to make of that. As annoyed as he had been when he was last sixteen years old, Kelso and Jackie’s first real break up was the catalyst to his and Jackie’s relationship changing.

This was his punishment at last from the government. Kelso threatened the president and once they all were lulled into a false sense of security, Hyde was shifted to a different time and was forced to relive his teen years in a simulation that altered the events of his life out of his favor.

Out of his favor? Shouldn’t this be what he wanted? Hyde was back in a time that he and Jackie could just hang out without any of the complications of dating.

But life was a bitch because that’s not how it worked.

His body was closer to seventeen than twenty but his memories were still there. He could still remember the way Jackie felt under his fingertips, how she breathed into him when he laid kisses onto her inviting mouth...and how she looked with eyes full of tears from a broken heart.

Couldn’t rat out a friend? Hyde inwardly scoffed. Maybe his sixteen year old self had a point, but nineteen year old him had more loyalty to the tiny loud girl than his doofus friend.

Government simulation or not, he wasn’t going to let Jackie go through all of that bullshit again. Hyde had planned on warning Jackie before she surprised him and took things into her own hands.

“You could have just—and I’ll say this yet again,” Forman flattened his palms together and pressed his fingers to his mouth before shouting, “not make out with my sister!”

“No,” Kelso’s expression became serious as he turned his attention towards Eric, “I couldn’t, Eric.”

“You know what?” Eric threw his hands up and flailed them in exasperation. “I don’t even care anymore that you ruined Vanstock. What am I going to tell Donna? She’s going to ask me if I knew the whole time.”

Hyde rolled his eyes behind his aviators. He already knew how that turned out last time when Donna had stormed off, upset. “As entertaining as it would be to see you fuck this up further, Forman—just tell her the truth.”

“How is that not going to screw me over?” Forman gestured wildly again. “She’s going to know that I’ve been keeping this from her.”

“Because if you lie it will end up biting you in the ass later.”

“Hyde is right, Eric.” Fez nodded in agreement. “Just take a look at Kelso. It’s biting him in the ass right now.”

“And you already lied earlier when you tried to get me to cover for you about Don Juan El Tardo and The Village Whore.”

“No!” Kelso jabbed his finger at Hyde’s direction and then Forman’s. “Eric, you can’t tell Donna. She’ll tell Jackie how long it’s been going on and then I won’t be able to get her back.”

The other three boys stared at Kelso like he had grown a second head. Fez was the first one to fling something at him, tossing as many magazines and comic books he could reach. Forman was irritated by the events of the day and needed an outlet. Hyde already knew how Kelso was, wasn’t surprised by his statement but it didn’t stop from irritating him and the anger boiled deep in his gut.

“I’m out of here.”

He was done with this crap for the day. It finally hit where the punishment was. Hyde was going to have to witness Kelso jerking Jackie around all over again━only this time, he was going to have to pay the price for feeling more than he wanted to for her.

This crap ain’t happening again. He slammed the door shut for his bedroom and flopped on his cot. This is why he didn’t do love. Fuck the U.S. government. . . In a way, Jackie was grateful for the place in time she had been sent back to. She wouldn’t have to deal with anymore of Michael’s crap and she had less stuff of his to throw away.

“He really gave you a slinky for an anniversary?” Donna sat cross legged on Jackie’s bed, tossing it back and forth between her hands. “Kind of makes me appreciate Eric more.”

“Yeah, Michael’s a moron.” Jackie slipped the photo of Michael out from the frame on her bed and wrinkled her nose in thought. “You think Fez would want this?”

Donna’s face scrunched up in confusion and she shrugged. Jackie shrugged back and tossed it into the trash can by her desk. She wasn’t exactly sure when Fez became a little obsessed with her ex-boyfriend, but maybe this was before then if Donna didn’t understand the question.

“I’m really sorry about the Laurie thing,” Donna apologized for the second time since she had arrived at the Burkhart mansion. “I just found out before you showed up and was asking Eric about it.”

Jackie kept her gaze on the box of stuff she had collected from her year of dating Michael. She bit her lip to keep from smiling or making a comment, but she couldn’t help the warmth that spread in her chest.

Despite her friendship with the Donna of 1979, it sometimes felt like Donna sided with the boys over Jackie most of the time when they were younger. They had their moments though and Donna was like a less attractive, goofy older sister. It felt kind of nice to have her right now even if they weren’t as close as they would be some day.

“I wanted to tell you but once I saw you I blanked out a bit because...well,” Donna shrugged, hiking her shoulders up to her ears, “you’re kind of my friend and I didn’t want you to get hurt and for me to be the messenger that caused it.”

“Well, I deserved to know.” Jackie finally turned her gaze back to Donna and smiled slyly. “But you could always do something for me to make me feel better.”

Donna rolled her eyes in exasperation but she playfully shoved at Jackie’s shoulder. “Alright midget, what are you scheming at? And no, I’m not dumping Eric in solidarity or throwing out my clothes.”

“As great as those two options would totally be, that’s actually not what I was going to ask.”

Donna sat up straighter, her curiosity obvious. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but nodded for Jackie to continue.

“I really meant what I said about not loving Michael and—“

“Jackie, you just told him you loved him three days ago.”

“Shh! Let me talk you big goon,” Jackie snapped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. “Ignore that, that was the past and I’ve learned some stuff about myself, okay?”

“Okay. So what about not loving Kelso?”

“I don’t want him to bother me. I know he’s your friend and he’s been your friend longer than I have but can you be on my side about this? I really am over Michael Kelso and never want to be with him again.”

Donna stared impassively at her for a moment before nodding in understanding. “I’m guessing this means you’re asking me to run interference in case he tries to get you back like he did after the Pam Macy incident...incidents?”

Jackie nodded enthusiastically. “That’s exactly it. Look,” Jackie turned her whole body and sat cross legged on her bed, “Michael isn’t just cheating on me with Laurie but also some tramp from Sacred Heart and really that’s just what I know about.”

In reality, Jackie knew a lot more now thanks to Steven tricking Michael to reveal everything he had ever hidden from her.

“I know he’s a cheater but you don’t seem as upset as I expected you to be.” Donna raised a brow in confusion. “Like you sound a little angry but mostly resigned. I expected waterworks. Didn’t think you could get over stuff like this unless you found someone else.” Donna slapped her hands on the bed on either side of her hips. “Oh my god, Jackie! You already like someone else!”

“No,” Jackie lied, shaking her head and dragging out the vowel in the negation. Damn Donna always nailing it right on the head. 1976 Jackie didn’t love Steven and it would be weird if she suddenly had feelings for him. “I just realized that what hurts is my pride, not my heart. So, I don’t really love Michael.”

As much as the cheating hurt back in 1976, Jackie had recently felt pain that made the Michael cheating stuff feel like a mosquito bite in comparison.

She didn’t know when the timeline would spit her back to where she belonged, but the one thing she did know was that she wasn’t going to be spending her time in the past letting a boy she didn’t love touch her. And Jackie of 1976 might not know it yet, but she deserved better than to be with that doofus.

She found better. And she lost better.

Jackie blinked her eyes but the tears welling up in her eyes threatened to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t be sad about that. Steven wasn’t her boyfriend in 1979 and he wasn’t her boyfriend in 1976. It didn’t matter how much she wanted him to be. 1979 Steven didn’t see a future with her and 1976 Steven didn’t see her at all—at least not as anything other than an annoyance.

Her parents were never around, she just broke up with the cheating boyfriend she didn’t even want, Steven wasn’t her friend yet, dorky Eric wasn’t really an option, and Fez was way too into her to be a real friend. The only thing she really had was her tentative friendship with Donna.

How did Donna end up being her lifeline?

“Could we still hang out?” Jackie sniffed. “I know I’m not with Michael anymore and well I’m not really part of the group…but I think of you as my friend too. My best friend. Despite the fact that you’re a lumberjack and all.”

Jackie was about to tell Donna that her eyes would get stuck if she kept rolling her eyes but was cut off by the feel of a slightly calloused hand taking hers into its grip. Donna offered her a small smile and nodded.

“Of course, midget.”

1976 and going into 1977 was going to be a rough school year for Donna. Donna invited her to live with her when she didn’t have a home and would in the future of this timeline. The least Jackie could do is save her lumberjack heart some heartbreak. Especially ones she may have had a hand in—there would be no Casey Kelso this time around.

Squeezing Donna’s hand, Jackie smiled to herself. It was only a day and she already had more than 1976 Jackie had. She had no idea why she was there or how but she did know one thing:

She needed to make a list.

#zenmasters #t7s #that 70s show #jackie and hyde

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Don’t Dress Up As My Enemy

Hi guys! I’ve been working on this since a few days before Halloween and I just finished it. Sorry, it was supposed to be a Halloween one shot but I hope you still enjoy. If you would like to be added to my tag list for future writing, please let me know by responding to this post.

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“So what should we be for Halloween this year?” Henry asks Charlotte who was at the monitor. “I was thinking like Sandy and Danny from Grease or even better, Brittany and Justin in those denim outfits. I look gooooodddd in denim.”

“I do look great in denim. But no.”

“Alright, what about the Disney route? Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen?”

“Uhhhh...” Charlotte hesitates.

“Ariel and Eric?”

Charlotte turns away from what she was looking at and spins the chair around to face Henry who is sitting on the couch. She shakes her head.

“John Lennon and Yoko Ono? You like the Beatles, right?”

“Yeah the Beatles are cool. But something’s off.”

“Off? What do you mean by off?” Henry wonders.

“I don’t know, I just don’t like those options. Any other suggestions?”

“Okkkkk...How about the Joker and Harley Quinn?”

“Eww no, their whole dynamic was toxic” Char replies instantly.

“Oh! How about Barbie and Ken? We are totally hot enough to pull that off!”

“Yeeaaahh I don’t think so. Anything else?”

“Wow you’re being so picky this year. What about Red and Abe from Us? Super scary. Plus red jumpsuits and scissors should be easy enough.”

“That would be pretty simple to put together but it’s not doing it for me.”

“Well do you have any ideas?” Henry poses exasperatedly.

At that moment the elevator opens and Jasper pops out. “Guys, guess what I got?”

“A snake?” “A new bucket?” They respond simultaneously.

“No! It’s wands! I figured that we could be Harry Potter characters for Halloween this year. Charlotte can be Harry!”

“Jasper!” Char exclaims. “That’s what was missing! None of those choices had a good option for him, that’s why I didn’t like them.”

“What are we talking about?” Jasper asks curiously.

“Nothing, Henry was just suggesting different costumes for us but they were only for two people” she clarifies.

Jasper turns to Henry, “You didn’t include me in your planning?”

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights Henry stammers out, “No, buddy! I totally thought about you!”

“Really?” Jasper asks Henry with an eyebrow raised. “Hey Charlotte, name one of the ideas he gave you.”

“Barbie and Ken.”

“The iconic duo. Anything else?”

“Ummm...guys I don’t think that this-“

“No Char, I want to know. What was another option?” Jasper asks seriously.

Charlotte sighs but decides to answer his question. “Tiana and Naveen. The main characters from the Princess and the Frog.”

“Oh really?” Jasper looks back at Henry who is now looking guilty. “And who was I going to be Hen?”

Henry looks everywhere expect at Jasper. “Louis the Alligator?”

“Louis the- wowww okay. If you didn’t want to dress up with me this year dude you could’ve just said something.”

“Of course I want to dress up with you! I just forgot. Temporarily.”

“Yeah sure, well thank you to Charlotte for being a good friend and thinking about me.”

“Dude I’m sorry. It’s not like that. Can I...talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re talking right now.”

“I mean alone. Just, come upstairs to Junk and Stuff with me.”

“Are you sure you want to talk to ME and not Charlotte?”

“Leave me outta this.” Charlotte piped up, facing the monitors at the console once again.

“Look, just meet me up there. Okay?” Henry pleaded.

“I’ll think about it” Jasper huffed.

After Henry took the elevator up to the store, Jasper plopped down onto the couch with a long sigh. “You know this is your fault.”

Knowing that they were the only two remaining in the ManCave, Charlotte assumes that Jasper was addressing her.

“What’s my fault?” she inquires while rising from her seat and walking to the couch to sit down next to her friend.

Jasper seems to disconnect from reality, staring blankly at nothing. It’s as if he is in a trance. Then he starts to speak.

“Before you came into the picture, Henry and I were thick as thieves. Practically inseparable. We did everything together. There were no doubts about our friendship. And then one day while we were playing, Henry saw you. A tiny girl with a book that was half her body weight, sitting on the swing set. You were rocking gently back and forth. Not too high, not too hard. Henry thought it was awesome that you could swing and read at the same time.”

“That took a second to master, it made me motion sick at first.” Charlotte says lightly amused.

“He saw some kind of wild flower next to the sandbox and picked it for you. And when he gave it to you he said it was because doing two things at once made you ‘the coolest person he had ever met’. When you accepted it, you said that the type of flower was a daisy. You asked him if he knew that daisies could symbolize true love and new beginnings? Henry said that he didn’t know those things but thought it was very smart that you did. You thanked him for the flower and asked where he had gotten it from. When he pointed by the sandbox you were confused because you didn’t see any other flowers there. You told him that daisies usually grow in clusters and it was strange that the flower as alone.”

“That was weird, daises typically grow in groups.” Charlotte mumbles softly.

“Do you remember Henry saying that the flower was like you? Because you were by yourself? He said that he could be a part of your cluster. So you wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. And the whole time this was happening, I was right there. A few feet away, watching. Not knowing how to contribute to the conversation my best friend up and left me to have with this random girl.”

“I didn’t know you were there.”

“Well I was. You know, I think that day started his love affair with flowers. He was so impressed that you knew exactly what type it was and that you knew so many facts about it. And he wanted to be liked you in that way. You inspired him. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired anything that Henry’s done.”

“Jasper....”

“It’s okay. I’ve mostly accepted the fact that I’ll never be as important to him as you are.”

“Hey listen, you are important to him. I know that Henry loves you. You guys were friends before I even came into the picture, there had to be a connection there. You’re just a little hurt right now because he wasn’t thinking things completely through earlier. But come on, it’s Henry. Not thinking things through is basically one of his personality traits.”

“Yeah I guess” Jasper sighs. “I’m just sick of feeling like I’m the only one invested in our friendship.”

“Have you spoken to Henry about how you feel?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well maybe you should.”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a moment. “Uggghhhh” Jasper groans in frustration. “I’m so sorry Charlotte, I know it’s not your fault that I feel this way. It was just easier to blame you than face the fact that I might be losing my best friend.”

“It’s okay Jasper. I understand where you are coming from. Believe it or not, I’ve felt like this before too. Henry and I were way closer in middle school before you found out he was Kid Danger. We spent so much time together at school and then here at work. Secrets bind people together. So whenever you were let in on the secret, we lost some of that closeness and everything changed. Instead of it being just the two of us, it felt like the two of you and then me. It was like I barely hung out with him anymore because you were always there. Henry spent so much of his time showing you all the cool tech stuff and explaining how everything worked in the ManCave, things I already knew about. For a while it was rough for me. It was like I was alone in a room full of people trying to figure out where I fit in.”

“I never knew you felt like that.”

“Yeah. That feeling of neglect was real. Because while we were friends, neither one of us were as close to each other as we were with Henry. That is, until we started spending more time together when Henry and Ray were on missions. We built our friendship stronger and bonded without Henry. He had always been the glue. Then, we created our own glue. And I’m so glad that we did. You are my best friend. That statement doesn’t lose any value just because it’s also true for Henry. The same thing applies to us. Henry loves you. You should go talk to him.”

“I will. Thanks Char.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hug?”

“Just this once.”

“Yay!” Jasper said as he scooped his smaller friend in his arms, squeezing tightly.

Charlotte patted him awkwardly on the back. “Okay that’s enough.”

Upstairs, Henry was at the register cashing out a customer when Jasper came from behind the beaded curtain. After he handed the person their change, he turned to his friend. “Listen Jasper, I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to-“

“No Henry, you listen to me for once. I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.”

“Exactly! My bad I’m just so into-“

“Hold up. As I was saying, I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings. But you did. You hurt my feelings today when you didn’t include me in your costume plans, especially since we dressed up as a group last year. That hurt man. And you know what that reminded me of? That time I asked you how long you thought you could keep a secret from your best friend and your response was, ‘Oh, Charlotte knows’. It didn’t even cross your mind that I meant me. That I was your best friend.”

“Dude...”

“I’m just saying Henry. For a hero, you sure know how to hurt people.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Listen. Of course Charlotte is my best friend, but so are you. I know that sometimes I don’t show you the appreciation you deserve. I am truly sorry. You’ve been such a constant in my life that I just assume you know how much I care about you. I should tell you more often, that’s on me. I love you man. Forgive me?”

Jasper stared at Henry with a stoic face for a tense twenty seconds before caving.

“Of course. That’s all I wanted to hear” Jasper said before giving him a big bro hug.

“So the costume thing really was you just being obtuse without realizing, Charlotte was right” Jasper said mostly to himself.

“Well” Henry says in his signature high pitched voice.

“What is it?”

“Um, you see, Ikindawantedtowearacouple’scostumewithCharbecauseImighthaveacrushonher.”

“Huh?”

“I saaaaaiiiiddd, I kinda wanted to wear a couple’s costume with Char because I might have a crush on her. I figured if we had matching costumes, when people commented on them I could look at her reaction to try and gauge if she liked me back.” Henry responds while looking at the floor and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Really?” Jasper said excitedly.

Henry whips his head back up to see Jasper beaming at him.

“You’re not like, mad? Because you just went on this whole tangent about how I like her more than you...”

“No this is great! Honestly. I’ve always known that you like her more than me. My problem was that I don’t like it when you treat her like she’s your only best friend and leave me out completely. Plus, you’ve liked her ever since you gave her that flower when we were kids. You stare at her like she hung the moon. And...her contact name in your phone has been Daisy since you got a phone. You’re completely obvious dude.”

“Okayyy, geez. I didn’t know I was so transparent. I just realized this like a few weeks ago.” Henry says.

“You poor sap. Well come on, I’ll help you get your girl” Jasper replies as they walk to the back and push the button for the elevator.

“How are you gonna do that? My costume idea backfired.”

“Yeah she is definitely not going to leave me out after our talk.” Jasper says.

Henry sighs in defeat.

“Hmmmm...oh, I got it! We can still do Harry Potter but instead I’ll be Harry, Charlotte can be Hermoine.”

“And I can be Ron!” Henry concludes excitedly.

“Yeah exactly! That way, you can still technically have a couple’s costume. Even though we both know if anyone was gonna save the world it would definitely be her” Jasper muses.

“This is true.” Henry agrees as they both step into the elevator.

#Chenry #Henry Danger #Charlotte Page #Henry Hart #Jasper Dunlop #Charlotte Bolton #Kid Danger #Henlotte #Riele Downs #Jace Norman #Sean Ryan Fox #Nickelodeon #Halloween

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