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jazminetoad · 3 years

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In My Reality | Prologue

Hey, I was bored so I decided to start a fanfic series of the Tatsumi Brothers from Juuni Taisen. Yay

It’s a “Tatsumi Brother x Reader” story about how the Tatsumi Brothers enter the reader’s reality which kinda flips her world upside down.

So I just finished the prologue. If you guys like it or if I’m bored again, I’ll make the first chapter. (Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"[Name] get out of bed; It's 3 in the afternoon," my mom told me as she came into my room with fresh, clean clothes. I didn't have to look over to know.

Groaning, I removed my mask from my eyes then rolled over to face up at the white ceiling. The sunlight seeping in from the blinds caused my sight to cringe before it finally adjected to the light and I could see the grey walls lurking in the corner of my eyes. Arising from my queen-sized bed a yawn escaped from my mouth. My form reached over and placed my sleep mask on the nightstand, next to my water mug.

"Morning mom," I greeted her as she sorted out the pile of clothes on my dresser. Looks like she did a colour load, which means no pants to put away.

"Morning sweetheart. Can you put your clothes away before you come downstairs?"

"Sure," I simply answered as I slipped out of the cozy sheets I once was tangled in.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you come down," she stated, placing the last of my t-shirts neatly on the others. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around the remaining clean, clothes that weren't mine, carefully balancing them as she left my room and closed the door behind.

The click of the doorknob echoed into my ears when my feet landed on the fuzzy rug. My eyes drifted their gaze to the plain black bodypillow wrapped in [f/c] blankets, reminding me of a burrito. It just had the colour for the case, no special Anime character on it. I wish there were one though; it'd make the nights seem less lonely to see my favourite character's face on it. However, a pillow is a pillow. Despite me using it as an illusion for myself it doesn't change the reality that when I hug it in my sleep or when I'm awake no arms will return my embrace.

A sigh falls out of my breath, my eyelids dropping in sync. I turned my head away from the lying pillow and dragged myself to the other side of my bed, towards the dresser that patiently held the clean clothes my mom put there. I opened a drawer, putting my undergarments away first then my socks. Once those were put away, I moved to retrieve hangers from my closet, passing by my desk and shelves as I did.

If you were wondering why I slept so late into the afternoon, well, it's currently winter break, so that means I can stay up late and sleep in late past noon. Sadly enough, it's January which means the break almost over, and that means school is standing around the corner, menacingly. Just the thought of it disturbs my mind as that reality tries to infect my thoughts.

I hate reality. I know not all of it is shit, but there's enough of it that makes me want to drown myself in the world of fiction. Whenever it's the weekend or breaks from school, I binge Anime, tv shows, YouTube, and movies, so that's the only thing on my mind. I then write or read fanfiction, there is the rare occasion I sketch something but I'm not good at art since I don't practice enough. By the time I return to reality after having my head stuck in my imagination for so long, I can barely focus without going back to daydreaming. Eventually, that wears off, and then reality is what floods my brain; I despise it but I know I can't be stuck in my fantasies forever. Luckily my friends provide that nice spot in-between for me, helping me stay in the real world but also let me discuss the fictional. Then there's also my bro.

"Yo sis," my brother's voice called from the other side of the door after his fist knocked on it. "You wanna continue Code Geass?"

My bro is the best. Unlike most siblings I know, we actually get along. He's also a big help in my life, one of the reasons why I haven't lost my mind. He makes sure I don't overwork & stress myself and reminds me to have fun and chillax. I love him for it, and he's practically my best friend. We aren't the exact same age but we were born in the same year, just a few months apart so we get to be in the same grade. He's the older one. He's also taller which means he can t-pose over me, and we reenact the meme; it's great.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me get ready."

"Alright," he replied before I felt the vibration of his footsteps grow distant from my room.

'Heh, if I had Takeyasu's ability, I'd be able to sense his movement better.'

I chuckle to myself at the thought floating in my mind as I put the final shirt away. My two favourite characters that I desired to be real was the Tatsumi Brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu. I love those two. Whenever I watched their episodes from Juuni Taisen, I always smile. They make my heart feel something that I never felt for any character before. I don't want to be cliche and say true love, but to me, that's what it feels like. I know they're fictional characters, so I won't get much out of it, but strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I can't imagine my heart belonging to anyone else. I do wish they were real, though. I even used my wish on the bracelet my friend, Meri-chan, got for my birthday one year, that they'd become real.

The bracelet was some urban legend. It was lime green and had a few beads on it. The legend goes that you make a wish and when the bracelet breaks, your wish has come true. 'Course, it's most likely a bunch of baloney but that didn't stop me from wishing that the Tatsumi Brothers would become real. I currently just wear the bracelet as an accessory since the wish probably won't happen, it's not like the thing is going to break anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel, my other hand opened my door. I slipped down the hallway and slid into the bathroom, my foot pushing the door closed as I put the towel on the towel rack. Hopefully, I don't take too long because we were left on edge on the last episode of Code Geass we watched. Well, I'll finish sooner than my wish coming true that's for sure, heh.

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"Okay bro but if you think about it, Lelouch-"

"[Name], I washed your school uniforms. Can you put them away while I start on tacos?" Mom requested from the kitchen, interrupting the Anime, my commentary, and reminding me that school is coming soon. "You too, [b/n]."

"Yes, mom," we both respond.

My brother picked up the remote and hit the pause button so we wouldn't miss anything. I pulled myself up from the plush couch, disappointment growing on me since I had hoped not to be interrupted until dinner was ready. Well, I guess I could let the disappointment wither away since it's Taco Tuesday, my favourite. I chuckled to myself as my feet reached the next level above the main floor and headed down the open hallway to my room.

My laughter died out upon seeing my seven school uniforms, five that were the regular female uniform and two that were gym uniforms. Unlike most students, I didn't like the idea of having to wash my uniform every day, so to make things simpler, I paid for six more with my own money. It was a bit irritating, using the money I earned from my summer job for this instead of getting something else. Still, my practical choice, so I didn't necessarily have to worry about my mom washing my uniform every night.

"Hhhhhh, why does school have to come back so soon?" I asked myself as I picked up one of the uniforms.

The uniform wasn't too special, a simple white blouse, a blue skirt, a blue jacket, and a blue & black striped tie. Students could decide if we wanted to wear tights, leggings, or shorts underneath the skirt as long as it was black or white. I wore leggings unless it was summer which I then wear shorts and knee-high socks. There are those girls that only wear thigh-high socks and panties under their skirt to which my nerd brain questions why. 'Course that's their choice, have fun with your ass cold.

A Discord ringtone made me resurface from my pond of inner thoughts. Becoming aware of my surroundings, I realized my friends Meri-chan and Kamida were calling on the Discord group chat we had. I could tell by the laptop I had open on my desk. I quickly put the uniform I had in hand on the rack with the others before sliding over and clicking the answer button that popped up.

"Yo, what's up nerds."

"Hey I'm not a nerd," Meri-chan protested. "I'm a cool kid."

"Meri-chan, we're all nerds here," Kamida stated before greeting me. "Hey [n/n], how you doing?"

"Eh, good I suppose but I could be doing better, Kami," I answered simply. "How's life?"

"Pretty chill but I got bored, so I decided to call you guys."

"Well, I'm just putting my uniforms away," I informed them and went to put the last uniform away.

"I sometimes forget that you have more than one," Meri-chan commented before I heard her gasp. "Hey, how 'bout we hang out tomorrow, we only have so many days before we have to go back to school."

"Oh, don't remind me," I groaned, hanging my head, then went back to putting the uniform on the hanger and walking over to the closet, hanging it up with the rest.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea Meri-chan, we could hang out tomorrow," Kamida suggested.

"I'm down," Meri-chan quickly responded.

"Welllllll..." I hesitated, sitting down in the [f/c] spinning chair in front of the desk.

"[Name]."

"You see, I kinda want to stay inside my last few days..."

"[n/nnnnn]!" Meri-chan whined.

"Come on [Name], you know you can't stay cooped up inside forever," Kamida reminded me.

"I know," I grumbled, leaning back in my seat. "Fine, I'll come out tomorrow, but it's going to be after 2."

"2 am, geez [n/n] I didn't know you'd be willing to come out that early," Kamida joked.

"I meant 2 pm," I corrected.

"Okay," he chuckled as Meri-chan pipped in.

"But if you're late again, you're buying lunch this time."

"Okay, bet, but what if I'm not?" I inquired, my fingers tapping on my desk.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, seemingly to be thinking.

"It's fine I'll pay for lunch tomorrow."

"Alright, but don't use it as an excuse to be late."

"I won't," I reassured her. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch a few more episodes of Code Geass with my bro-"

"You still need to watch Dragon Ball Z," Kamida interrupted.

"And you need to watch Juuni Taisen," I countered, emphasizing the "you".

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off. "Anyway, go have fun with your bro. We'll call again later on tonight."

"Alright, bye guys." I left the call and closed out of discord then proceeded to shut my laptop.

Kamida and Meri-chan were my two friends from school; we've known each other since childhood. 'Course Meri-chan isn't Meri-chan's real name, that's just a nickname Kamida and I gave her. Occasionally, they called me [n/n]-chan but not too often. Then there are times where we call Kamida, Kami-kun, but mainly Meri-chan does it out of spite since Kamida doesn't like it. Especially when Meri-chan does it in her kawaii voice. Those two are the only ones outside of family that have the same vibe I do, that's probably why we've been friends for so long.

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"Hey, you guys ever wish fictional characters could become real?" I randomly asked out of the blue, staring up at the white ceiling as I waited for my friends over the call to answer my question.

"All the time," Meri-chan answered.

"We know simp," Kamida smugly commented.

"Nuuu!" Meri-chan pouted while Kamida and I laughed. "Hey, if anything [n/n] is the simp over here, she's the one actual crushing on the characters."

"Hey don't call me out like that."

"Ha! She doesn't deny it," Kamida jeered.

"Okay, what about you and Android 21?"

"Ack-" Kamida blurted before muting himself, causing me and Meri-chan to giggle. A few seconds pass by before he unmuted himself. "Why are you asking this question [n/n]?"

"No reason in particular-"

"Are you sure it's not you wanting to talk about Juuni Taisen?"

"No- it's not just that. I just think fictional characters would make reality interesting."

"Right..."

"Meri-chan if you could bring someone from Juuni Taisen to-"

"My boy Uuma! You should know this by now."

"Bruh-"

"Well, it's either that or Usagi, and I rather be alive thank you."

"Who's Uuma again?" Kamida inquired, not knowing who was who quite yet since he hasn't watched the Anime.

"Uuma is the warrior of the horse," I informed him.

"Right," Kamida mumbled before letting out a yawn.

"You sound tired, go to sleep!" Meri-chan told Kamida.

"No, you go to sleep."

"Guys, we're all on the same timezone. If one of us goes to sleep then we all do," I stated. "It makes sense since we're all planning on meeting up tomorrow."

"I guess we go to sleep," Meri-chan said bluntly.

"Yeah, alright, goodnight guys," Kamida yawned.

"Night."

"Night guys."

With that, we each left the call. I, however, didn't fall asleep right away. I woke up late and the night was still pretty early, so I opened up the Funimation app on my phone. Scrolling through the list of saved Anime, most of which were halfway through since my brother and I are watching them together, I came across Juuni Taisen.

"Why not..." I muttered to myself as my finger tapped on the Anime and went right to click on episode 7, In Like a Dragon, Out Like a Snake (Part 1).

By the time I finished episodes 7 and 8, it was 2 am when my eyes glanced at the clock in the top corner of my phone. Sighing to myself, I leaned over and snatched my charger off the nightstand, plugging it in the wall before connecting the other end to my phone. Turning off my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and snagged my sleep mask, putting that on my head.

As I laid there on my bed, silence flooded the room, not a sound to be heard but my own breathing. Vines of sorrow began to grow on me as the feeling of loneliness came over me. I tried to pull myself out of the emotion, turning over and wrapping my arms around the plain bodypillow in an attempt to comfort myself. In the end, it only helped slightly. It didn't erase the pain because I knew there were no arms that would hug me back. A tear escaped my eyes before I pulled my mask over them, and a final thought appeared in my mind before I entered the dream realm.

'I wish I wasn't alone...'

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"Congratulations, Tatsumi {Ani|Otouto}, warrior of the {dragon|snake}!" Duodecuple exclaimed. "You are the winner of the 12th Juuni Taisen, everyone give yourself a hand!" The man started to applaud but soon stopped. "The antidote has settled in by now. You'll be fine."

{"Tch|Alright"} the Tatsumi brother simply responded.

"Now that you've won the Juuni Taisen, you can make one wish of your choice. Would you like to make your wish now, or would you like for it to be granted later?"

"In all honesty, when I arrived at the Juuni Taisen I wished for {nothing|money}, I didn't need anything else really but now that {I'm here|I had time to think about} I don't want to wish for {nothing|money}."

"Oh, do you have another wish in mind?" Duodecuple inquired the Tatsumi brother sitting in front of him, alone.

"Yeah... I wish me and my brother were never apart of the Juuni Taisen."

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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Kiss and Make Up

🧡 Summary: Months after a heart-breaking break-up, your best friend Hyunjin begs you to attend a late night party at his home, where you see the last person you'd wanted to see--your ex-boyfriend, Bang Chan. (Requested)

🧡 Word Count: 2,421

🧡 Pairing: Christopher Bang/Bang Chan X Reader / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Producer!Bang Chan; Hwang Hyunjin (Hyunjin);

🧡 Rated: T for swearing / Warnings: swearing / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Angst; Fluff (?);

You stare at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you look good enough or if you need to change any part of your appearance. You want to look attractive enough for the party, but not attractive enough that you'll attract any unwanted attention from men.

Not that you don't like men. You just don't want a boyfriend anytime soon. You just got out of a relationship about a month or so ago and you haven't fully recovered yet.

You sigh and redo your hair. Still, you just aren't satisfied with your appearance, but you promised your friend Hyunjin that you'd be there at 10, and it's already 9:30.

You arrive at Hyunjin's home only a few minutes after you'd planned to. The place is filled with dancing people that you recognize, but most that you don't know. It's Hyunjin's party and the only people here are friends of his, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. You don't see him anywhere as you enter the house, but you expect him to be in the kitchen near the drinks, so that's where you start.

You see Hyunjin leaning against the counter with a red cup in his hand, and push through the crowd of people dancing to music to walk toward him. His long, blonde hair is tied back in a messy little ponytail, and he's dressed

"Oh, look who's finally here," he says. He passes you a cup, which you sip from slowly. "Don't drink too much. We both know your alcohol tolerance is shit."

"It's not that bad."

"Well, there was that one time where you got absolutely shitfaced and threw up, and Channie had to take you back to our dorm."

You glare at Hyunjin at the mention of your ex boyfriend, and he ducks his head apologetically.

"Sorry. I won't say his name."

"You had better not. Why did you want me to come here, anyway?"

"Because I didn't want you cooped up in your room forever, idiot. You need to get out."

There's a long moment of silence between you two, filled by the sound of loud music and people dancing and singing along or talking. You hadn't been to one of these parties in a long time, mostly because you were afraid you were going to run into Bang Chan, a frequent party-goer. But Hyunjin had texted you last night, saying he wanted you here.

You start tapping your foot to the music as you look over the people dancing in the living room. You think, for a moment, that you see a familiar form drift through the crowd and tense up.

"What?" Hyunjin asks, frowning at you from the side.

"I thought I saw . . ."

Chan emerges from the crowd again, wearing a black cap, and leather jacket over a black T-shirt and black jeans. He looks around before his eyes fall on you.

"Fuck," you mutter, lowering your head, hoping that he didn't recognize you. You turn your head and stare, wide-eyed, at Hyunjin, who has his hands up in surrender. "Did you know he was coming? Is that why you asked me here?"

"Who?" he asks.

You glare at him accusingly. "Bang Chan," you hiss.

"Well Y/N, I just . . . he asked me to let you know if you were going to be here, because he wanted to fix things with you and--"

"Fuck off," you mutter.

"Y/N, he wants to fix things. He loves you."

"Whatever." You turn around and march past Hyunjin and pour yourself some more alcohol. Fuck it.

You broke up with Bang Chan a few months ago. Not because any of you did anything to each other, specifically. Neither of you hurt each other physically or insulted each other. After just over a year of dating, you knew you had loved him. But that didn't mean the relationship was perfect.

Bang Chan loved you too. You knew that. But he was often too busy to show it. He was also a hard worker, dedicated to his job. That meant that he was rarely home, and when he was, he was always working or too tired to give you enough attention. You had once tried to tell him that you needed more attention, but he waved you off. You eventually realized that you couldn't live like this, feeling alone, and broke it off with him. You loved him, but you couldn't stay in the relationship if you were going to feel isolated. It broke your heart.

You've spent the past few months recovering from the pain of missing him, intentionally avoiding any place you might see Bang Chan. It didn't help that your friend Hyunjin was friends with Bang Chan.

You take another sip of the drink in your hand. You've been trying so hard to get over Bang Chan, and you know that seeing him will undo all of that work. Might as well drink some more so you can survive the rest of the night after seeing him.

Halfway through your third cup, someone taps your shoulder. You turn, and unsurprisingly, it's Bamg Chan. He looks really good. He's removed his baseball hat, so you can see that he dyed his hair back to black sometime since you broke up with him.

"Hey Y/N," he says, looking you up and down. "Can we talk?"

Fuck.

You're halfway through your third cup of whatever-it-was, but you're still not drunk enough for this. You're drunk enough to make stupid decisions, but you're not drunk enough to be unaware of them. Every stupid thing you may or may not do, you'll remember clearly.

"Sure," you say, facing him and leaning your weight against the edge of the table. "What do you want?" you ask somewhat drunkenly.

God, that sounded lame.

"I just wanted to apologize," he says. "I was thinking back to our last conversation."

You can feel your head is dizzy, but you shake your head and ignore it. Chan seems too focused on his speaking to notice.

"I realize that I was being a real dick. I wasn't listening to you back then. I wasn't giving you enough attention. I was too absorbed in my work, and I didn't see it then. I was too obsessed with my--"

You don't know what comes over you. You just want him to shut up and stop talking. You grab the car of his stupid leather jacket and kiss him. It certainly shuts him up.

He's frozen for a moment, before he places his hands on your waist and starts kissing you back. You hum and your fingers wind into his hair, pulling him closer. He tastes so familiar.

His fingers squeeze your hip gently. That brings you back to reality.

Why am I kissing him? We broke up.

You pull away from him, letting go of his jacket, your hand covering your mouth in shock. Your head hurts. You don't know if it was drunk you or normal you who kissed Chan. You're sober enough to know that that was stupid, though. Chan doesn't know that, though. He could think you're just drunk out of your mind, right?

You push past him and can hear him calling your name. Calling for you to come back. You need to get out of here.

You wake up the morning after, feeling like absolute shit. Your hair is a mess. You're tired, from seeing Bang Chan at last night's party. But it's the weekend and you have no plans.

Your phone has several messages from Hyunjin, asking if you're okay and got home safe, but you're too emotionally exhausted to respond.

After sitting in bed, thinking about how you kissed your ex boyfriend Bang Chan, you decide to take a refreshing shower.

After you finish your shower, you wipe yourself off in your towel. As you stand in the mirror, your towel wrapped around your body, your phone rings and, to your horror, it's Bang Chan. You'd deleted your number from his phone during your last argument, and his from yours. He doesn't have your number memorized, you know that. So how can he have called you?

You pick up.

"How did you get my number, Christopher?" you say before he can speak. You rarely call him Christopher. Usually, it's Chris or Chan or Channie. It's only Christopher when you're mad, and you've been mad at him for months.

He pauses. "A friend we both have."

You groan. "I'm going to kill Hyunjin."

"Y/N, I have a request," Chan says on the other end of the phone. You groan.

"I can't guarantee I'll say yes, but just say it."

He takes a deep breath. "Can we meet for breakfast? I want to just talk."

You know you should decline for your own sanity. But deep down, you miss Chan. You miss his kisses, his hugs. You miss him.

"Alright," you say, your voice coming out much softer than you intended.

"Can we meet at our breakfast place? I mean--it's not our breakfast place anymore. But can we meet there?"

You tense. "Okay."

"Thank you."

You hang up and finish up getting ready for the day. Halfway through dressing yourself, you realize you're wearing one of your nicest shirts, as if you're dressing up for a nice party. You tell yourself you're not dressing up for Chan, but deep down you know you are.

You head to the coffee shop you and Chan used to go to for regular dates. It was a great place to focus on work and school. As you walk in, you see Chan sitting at your usual table. He waves you over and you sit across from him anxiously. The table already has your usual breakfast and drink. He remembered it. Your heart melts. You'd thought he didn't care enough to remember, but apparently he did remember.

"Hey . . ." he says, smiling nervously, fidgeting with his fingers on the table.

"Hi." You look up at him. He's smiling sadly at you, like you're something he wants so dearly, but just out of reach. Perhaps that's how you felt before. You had wanted to be his, but you never felt like you were when he would only focus on his work instead of you. Realizing there was no point in trying to get his attention, despite him already being your boyfriend, you gave up.

"So . . . last night at the party."

You freeze up. "I was drunk."

"I know," he says. "But you know what they say. Drunk words and actions are sober thoughts."

You glare at him. "Did you call me to breakfast just to rub it in my face that I miss you and kissed you? Why did you call me here, Christopher?"

"You miss me?" he asks, eyebrow raised cockily, as if he couldn't tell from how you two made out last night.

"Christopher!"

"Sorry," he says, ducking his head. "So how have you been?"

"I've been alright," you say. His question feels forced, like an awkward transition, but you answer anyway. "How has producing been going for you?"

Chan winces. "It's been going alright. After we . . . after you left, I didn't sleep for a few days. I didn't want to go home because I didn't want to come home to an empty apartment. Then when I finally went home, it finally hit me that you were gone. I couldn't produce anything for weeks. Changbin and Jisung were worried."

You nod. "I'm sorry that I took you away from your work by just not being there."

"No," he says, shaking your head. "It was good. It gave me time to think. About us. About my role in the break up."

"I'm glad."

"Y/N," Chan says suddenly. You look up at him, and he's staring at you. "I was saying it last night--before you kissed me--but I understand, now, what I couldn't all those months ago. I wasn't giving you enough attention. I was too obsessed with my work to see that I was neglecting you. I loved you, I love you, and I didn't show that enough. I'm so, so sorry. I want to ask you if I can have one more chance. I don't deserve it, but please. If you give me this chance, I promise I'll be better. I've toned it down with my work. I will listen to you."

You stare at him.

Honestly, you miss him. You think back to your relationship with Chan. You loved him. You still love him. You never stopped. But near the end of your relationship, you felt so alone. It felt one sided. You were in a relationship with Bang Chan, and Bang Chan was in a relationship with his work.

But looking at him now, you know he's grown, and you're sure he's changed. It's not like he meant to hurt you. He was just being stupid and unaware. Now he's very aware of his mistakes, and has changed a lot.

You look down at the food and drink that Chan ordered for you. He remembered your tastes, what you like, your favorites. You'd thought he wouldn't remember things like that. But he did. Perhaps . . .

"Okay," you say softly. Chan looks up at you, eyes wide in surprise.

"Really?"

You smile and nod. "Yes. One more chance."

His smile is bright and wide, and he grabs your hand from across the table. You feel warm inside. "Thank you, Y/N. I promise I won't disappoint you."

You feel yourself smiling. Bang Chan's smile is something you've missed seeing, and now that he's smiling at you again, months after your breakup, you feel so happy.

"I know." You squeeze his hands gently.

"So . . ." Chan looks around anxiously. "Do you have any plans after this?"

You shake your head, smiling.

"Do you want to spend the rest of the day with me?"

You nod. "I'd like that."

#stray kids #bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #op #text #bang chan x reader #myfic

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leelee10898 · 6 years

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You're the one that I want

I got this Halloween prompt from @riseandshinelittleblossom, requesting Leo&Aria as Danny and Sandy from Grease. Fluffy and smutty she wants.. well Love I hope I delivered. This is a part of @speedyoperarascalparty Beaumont bash Halloween event.

"Love are you sure about this?" Leo stood in the middle of their livingroom in New York, unsure of this years costume theme. "Leo, its fine you look great. They aren't to tight, And besides, your ass looks incredible in them." She slapped his ass through the leather pants. He jumped "You didn't complain when i made you dress as the Playboy bunny last year, I think you enjoyed it a little to much." She chuckled. She finished strapping her heels and stood to face Leo.

"So... what do you think?"

"I got chills, they're multiplying." He sang. She dropped her head and shook it, laughing at his silliness. He ran over to her grabbing at her ass her "and im loooosing control." He sang again.

"Leo, stop it." She tried to fend him off. "No Love, who's this Leo dude? I'm Danny, Danny zuko." He teased in his horrible 50s greaser accent.

"Get your hand out of my shirt Danny! It took me forever to squeeze my ass into these leather pants. I am not taking them off." She swatted his hand. "Now come on, we're going to be late to Daniels wedding."

They had decided to spend Halloween in New York after Daniel invited them to their Halloween themed wedding. The twins were with Aria's Parents for the weekend and they were both looking forward to some much needed alone time.

They decided to get a town car since they both planned on drinking. And since Ellie and Maxwell were going to be there, Aria knew things would get wild.

They pulled up to the venue, Leo's eyes grew wide. "Aria, look." He pointed "oh. My. God." Aria giggled "what the fuck is Maxwell wearing?"

They exited the car, Leo shaking his head. "Thank god you are here. I can't walk in there with him alone." Ellie freaked. "Little blossom, tell her its a great costume." Maxwell huffed in defense. "Its, definitely something." Aria stiffened back a laugh. "Are you a fucking vagina Maxwell?" Leo chuckled. "Oh my god what? No, Leo! I am a hot dog in a bun." Maxwell shrieked waving his hands up and down his body.

"Yeah, looks like a pussy dude. Did you make this yourself?" Leo shook his head gain, chucking. "Yes." Maxwell sheepishly hung his head.

After they shared a good laugh they went inside. The ceremony was fabulous, Daniel and his husband dressed as Lucy and Ricky Ricardo. Each table had its own Halloween theme. Maxwell was drunk by the first dance, ellie shortly after. He embraced the fact his costume was now a Vagina and they most popular there. Ellie and Maxwell headed to the dance floor.

Aria and Leo paced theirselves, that is until Daniel and Gary found them at the bar and decided to get them to do a shot with them. One shot turned into 4, and Leo became very handsy. After the 5th man to hit on him, Aria began teasing him relentlessly.

"Let's go into the photobooth and take some pictures." Aria giggled, she was drunk at this point, she ditched the blonde wig, by then letting her hair out. The climbed into the closed off area, throwing random wigs and over sized glasses on. Leos hand crept between her legs. "Leo, stop it." She grabbed his hand trying to pull it away, but he held firm. I have had to watch that ass bounce around in these tight ass leather pants all night, my dick is practically tearing the seams of these horrible fucking pants.

"Dont you do it." She warned as he un did a button and zipper. "Leo, I swear to god. Look lets take the picture, he started pulling his pants down. "Leo, we are at a wedding." His pants now around his ankles. He kicked them off to the side.

"Ok we are taking these pictures, Now." She stood up to press the button, but he caught her waist. Fumbling with the waist he yanked hard and riiiip. Her mouth flew open. "You, you fucking ripped my fake ass leather pants." She giggled pulling them off. They both stood in their underwear, laughing hysterically. Leo wearing a pinwheel hat and over sizes glasses. Aria in a hot pink wig, with a rainbow tie.

His fingers found her center as he slipped between her panties toying with her folds. He slipped two digits into her wet heat. Pumping them in and out. "Oh fuck Leo, jesus." She stumbled back, not realizing her ass hit the picture button.

She pushed him back onto the chair, pulling his length free, she shimmied out of her panties and sat reverse cowgirl on his lap, Lowering herself onto his length. His hands groped her breast, pulling them from her tube top. She bounced up and down, meeting his thrust. His hands found her hips guiding, her harder onto his thick, long length. "Fuck, fuck, Aria Im gonna cum. Oh my god baby, ride my cock." Her moans joining his, as they simultaneously found their release.

"Now get dressed, before someone comes in here." Aria kissed him. Leo couldn't get his pants back on. Arias were ripped. "Shit, are we gonna go out there with no pants?" She asked. Leo found a grass skirt and tossed it at her. She threw it on. "What about you?" She eyed him. "Eh, im risky business now." He chucked.

Just then they heard the whirling of the printed as it popped a strip of paper out. "Well, I say these are out best photos yet." He snorted. "Yeah, my boobs look great." She laughed as they re joined the party.

A few weeks later she got a call from Daniel.

Daniel: "Hey Aria, I just wanted to see if you had fun at the wedding?"

Aria: Of course, we had a blast.

Daniel: Did you use the photobooth?

She thoughts back to that night, Leo and her having sex in there.

Aria: oh, he yeah. Great times.

Daniel: great, so I just wanted to say both you and Leo have great bodies. I always knew your boobs were real.

Daniel: we just got our photo book from the photo both.

Aria: oh, you um got copies of the pictures?

Daniel: yeah, they save copies of them all and print them out. We liked yours and Leos the best. Well hun gotta run. Talk to you soon.

"Who was that?" Leo asked. "Daniel, turns out they got copies of the photo booth pictures." She gulped.

"Oh fantastic, I bet they are fun." He chuckled.

"Yeah, remember ours?"

The realization of the fact daniel and Gary now had photos of them having sex setting in. "Gotta love Halloween. " he chuckled, kissing her lips.

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SZA - CTRL ALBUM REVIEW 🦋

Hey guys. Welcome back to Phil-Tube. I was suppose to write about Lorde's Pure Heroine album next but I realized today's CTRL's first birthday and what better day to write about it than now so let's get into it. Here are my top 7 favorite songs from CTRL.

7. Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Just seeing Kendrick Lamar on the song automatically tells you it's an excellent song. "Doves In The Wind" is about giving someone who deserves you everything. That means, physical pleasure, emotional connection, etc or as SZA says in the bridge, "Bust it right open for the right one". It's kinda hard to take the song seriously when the word "pussy" is said more times than any other word. Kendrick was spittin' some bars though. When he says, "how many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable but if she fuck a young nigga like me, it's over for you," I can't help but laugh. Not even chuckle. A serious laughing session. Can we talk about SZA's vocals??????!!! Her voice is art. Oh, that Forrest Gump reference was everything. The analogy is that Forrest loved Jenny and he didn't push to get some "pussy" and Jenny gave it all up for him. G E N I U S !

6. The Weekend

I'll be the first to admit I was not on the "The Weekend" train the first time I heard it but it eventually grew on me. "The Weekend" will forever go down in history as one of the best songs about being a side chick - granted there aren't many of those songs. SZA's such a smart girl. She knows what's up. She knows she's the side chick and she's there like, "ok, I'll take the weekend shift. I'll do that 9-5 on the weekend" but by doing this, her intention is to satisfy the guy to a point where she'll be the main. She's gonna treat him well and make him forget what he did with the other girls in the week and eventually start loving her and dispose of the trash. I especially love the ending. I don't know what's the meaning behind it but I love singing it. "Ohhhhh bright ideas, we've got bright ideas." Once again, vocal legend.

5. Drew Barrymore

"Drew Barrymore" was sort of SZA's break out song. Again, didn't like it that much but it grew on me. This song is about not having self-confidence. In the second verse when she sings, "I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth... I'm sorry I'm not more attractive. I'm sorry I'm not more lady-like," I felt that and honestly, same. When I finished listening to CTRL, I thought she needed a hug. We all have those moments when we feel like we're not worth enough to be with someone. It sucks but it's life. We have to pull through. Personally, if I'm dating someone, I find being insecure attractive. Although confidence is good, I think insecurities build character. I still can't believe Drew Barrymore was in the video. We fangirled inside and outside. If you know the lyrics, you'll get that pun.

4. Love Galore (feat. Travis Scott)

Looooovvvvvveeeeeeee the hotel elevator sound in the intro of "Love Galore". Is it me or is it better to sing "done with dee niggas" instead of saying "done with these niggas" as SZA sings it? Yo, I'm in love with SZA's puns. Everything just flows, e.g., in the first verse when she sings, "skrt skrt on niggas. Skirt up on niggas. Skirt down," I lost my shit. Overall, "Love Galore" is about her taking revenge on her boyfriend cuz he cheated on her. She's in CTRL. My opinion is that the album is mostly about her losing control or not having enough of it. Travis was a good feature. He added to the song. Good job guys. Although, that video was crazy.

3. Garden (Say It Like Dat)

An example of a song with really sad lyrics but a great beat so you don't realize until you pay attention to the lyrics. To some extent, I think "Drew Barrymore" and "Garden (Say It Like Dat)" are linked. They both tackle topics of being insecure. This song has my favorite concept. It's about her being in a new relationship with someone. She's in love with him. She doesn't wanna find any flaws in him and she hopes he is who he says he is because that's how much she's in love. But at the same time, she doesn't want him to find out anything about her because as she says, he'll never love her but she believes he loves her when he says it like dat. It's a really awful mentality to have. I hope she breaks out of it soon. She is too cute to have them problems. Again, her flows. In the second verse, "you know I'm sensitive bout having no booty. Having no body, only you buddy. Can you hold me when nobody's around us?" What a lyricist! I love the outro. Her grandmother sounds like an intelligent woman. I'm still in awe that she was in Childish Gambino's "This Is America" music video and a few weeks later when the video for "Garden (Say It Like Dat" came out, he was in it.

2. Supermodel

I always have a strange attachment to my second favorite songs from albums. "Supermodel" is probably the most honest song from the album. As the opening track, she spilled all the tea and that got our attention. She speaks about cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend because he cheated on her. She also says she was only with the guy because "the dick was too good, it made me feel good for temporary love. You was a temporary lover". The simple production fits with her tone so well and when the drums kick in, it's the best. I think "Supermodel" could have even been an album closer. It's such a beautiful track.

1. Broken Clocks

Couldn't have picked a better favorite. "Broken Clocks" is that bitch. One of my favorite lyrics of all time is from the first verse when she sings, "I've had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10 - love dirty men alike." Her saying that sets the basis for the album. She doesn't think she's good enough for the good guys so she settles for the scrubs. In my opinion, "The Weekend" and "Drew Barrymore" are the centerpoints of the album. There's always a reference to each one. I think "Broken Clocks" is about her not wanting to go back to her past. She used to be a stripper but now music is her passion and we're so happy she's here. It's always important to follow your passions and work hard for it. I think she's also talking about her exes and saying she forgives them for what they've done to her and she still has love for him. Although she was lowkey being petty at times in the album, she's being the bigger person.

Thanks for reading. As usual, like, love, repost, comment and live. ❣️

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