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#IM GONNA GO STARE AT THIS FOR A SOLID 20 MINUTES
majorproblems77 · 6 months
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So a couple times a year my brain decides to get stuck on the Song of Healing (version by Tara St Michel https://tarastmichel.com/lyrics/?p=32) and combining with the ouch that is Unraveling comes this brain worm
Sky fought the hold (it was taking Warriors, Twilight, Wild, and Four to keep him even that still). Ozone was building in the air, the smell sickeningly sweet. Wind was keeping the gales from the Chosen at bay, as much as he could. The little Sailor’s nose had started bleeding with the sheer effort of this battle of wills. Wind himself hadn’t noticed yet, face screwed up in concentration of diverting Sky’s growing storm.
“Do something!” Wild pleaded with Hyrule. Sky jerked and almost tore himself free. Hyrule was calling his magic, but this...poison extended beyond fairy magic to heal. Sky pleaded once more for the demon he saw in Time’s place to ‘let him fall to silence.’
The ocarina song he could hear from the Master Sword changed its melody and offered a solution.
Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years, like the gears
Of a clock, unwind.
The Song of Healing. A melody to free a tormented soul. He... he couldn’t do that! Sky was in pain, had been for months. It was his fault. But this was one of his boys! He couldn’t risk losing the Chosen Hero.
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash tears away.
Maybe the melody could do what the sword could not? Maybe the fractured soul could be reached?
Cast away your old face,
Let go of your spite.
With this mask I’ll ask
To borrow your light.
Damn it all! He needed to fix this, to have a chance to make it up to Sky. Not...not what the Chosen seemed to desire in his plea for silence. The boys lost their grip on the Chosen right as Time put the instrument to his lips and joined Fi’s melody on the next stanza
With this song, bring no wrong
Lift me from this curse.
Let this form, like a storm,
Fade and disperse
Sky froze at the melody. The tearing winds only just cushioned by their youngest’s own gifts abruptly fell still. Time took a frantic gasp for air and continued.
In your mind walk through time
Back to brighter days.
Days filled with ways that could
Chase fears away.
Sky sank to his knees, the fight suddenly gone. The malice-filled orange in his eyes flickered, for just a moment allowing the crystal blue to return. Crystal blue filled with tears.
Like the sun shining bright,
Light will soon find you.
Bringing a promise that
You’ll be okay.
They could work through it, as long as they all lived through this. He would hold to that promise.
Cast away all your fears,
Follow your heart.
With this mask I’ll ask
To grant a new start.
And with that final strain of melody, Sky fully collapsed. A mask clattered to the ice as it fell off Sky’s face. Orange, hate-filled eyes stared out of malice-tinted fractures mirroring Sky’s lightning scars. Time’s shaking legs gave out. Producing a mask of his own meager magic reserves had drained him beyond exhaustion.
“Is he breathing?” Was Time’s only question as Warriors got to Sky first. The boys all seemed to hold their breath as Warriors carefully turned Sky to check.
“Breathing, got a heartbeat. He’s still alive.”
Time dragged himself to Sky’s side, ignoring the others’ protests and gathered the boy into his arms.
I JUST
JUST
ASJCICO
BELOVED
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OMG OMG OMG
*Deep breath*
Okay
Holy hell... I'm crying...(/pos) this is amazing.
I'm at a loss for words, this is stunning. I won't lie it's taken me a solid 20 minutes to be able to formulate a response because I'm just so stunned.
For several reasons
1. This is written incredibly well. I've not heard the peice directly but I can hear it in the written words.
2. I'm stunned that you'd take time out for your day to write something for a piece of work I've made. Im incredibly humbled. Holy shit. Like. Oh man I'm gonna start crying again. (/pos)
3. Its the first time anyone's done something like this for a piece of work I've created. It's such an amazing feeling.
Now if you'll excuse me. I've gotta go cry some more,(/pos) then write some more Unravelling. (With a sprinkle of whumptober)
Just. Thank you so much. It means so much to me that you'd take time to write this.
You are an amazing human being. And have made my week.
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lostinwildflowers · 3 years
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yes, I’m the purple heart anon and CONGRATULATIONS BIRCH! YOU DID GREAT!!
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nctsworld · 3 years
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two nights, one you
✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 
SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 
AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 
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⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!
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Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.
Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.
Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    
Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.
Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  
It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.
You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.
But then, you land on him.
One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.
Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.
The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:
“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”
You swipe right without hesitation.
“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  
Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  
Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  
so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?
Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:
-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)
He’s quick to send his address.
-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!
Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:
tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛
-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛
Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.
“Hi,” you chirp.
A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  
Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  
“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  
“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.
Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.
“So, this is my place...”
Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.
Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”
“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”
He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”
Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.
“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”
A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”
“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”
Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  
“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”
“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”
You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.
Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  
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So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  
Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.
But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.
And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.
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In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.
Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.
The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.
“Morning. You’re finally up.”
Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  
“Out you go.”
You blink.
Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.
After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  
Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.
You definitely heard him right.
And he’s dead-serious.
You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—
Realization dawns on you.
Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?
Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  
“What the fuck?!” you screech.
“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”
“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  
“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”
“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”
Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.
“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  
“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  
He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”
Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—
“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”
You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.
Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.
“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”
“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”
With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.
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Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.
“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”
As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.
“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”
With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.
“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”
The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”
Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.
Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.
Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.
“Well, shit.”  
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Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.
Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.
At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.
As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.
After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.
“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.
“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.
“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.
“No, you.”
You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.
“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”
He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.
“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”
His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.
“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.
Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.
“Fine.”
He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  
One minute, to be exact.
You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.
“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”
Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”
“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.
“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”
One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”
“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”
He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”
Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”
“Do you plead the fifth then?”
Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.
You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”
“Bigger or smaller than average?”
“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.
He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”
You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”
Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.
“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”
Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”
“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.
“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.
Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.
“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”
“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”
“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.
“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”
So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.
No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.
“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”
There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.
Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”
Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”
Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.
“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”
As if you had anywhere else to go...  
He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”
“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  
“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  
“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.
The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.
Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.
You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.
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During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.
Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.
You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.
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By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.
“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.
“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.
“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”
You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”
That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”
You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”
“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  
You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.
Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”
And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.
“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.
“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.
Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.
“And what’s so wrong with that?”
Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  
“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”
Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  
“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”
Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.
“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”
“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”
“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.
He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”
Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.
Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?
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Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  
So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.
“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”
Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.
“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.
“I do not! I just—nooo!”
You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.
Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.
Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    
“What?” you eye him suspiciously.
Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.
“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”
Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  
Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.
“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”
Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.
Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.
You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.
You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.
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On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.
From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  
“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”
A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”
“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.
You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  
You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  
Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?
“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”
“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.
“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”
Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”
He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”
“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  
He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.
“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”
With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.
“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.
“Non-existent.”
“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”
You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.
“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”
You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”
“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”
Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.
“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  
Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”
Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”
You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”
“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”
He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”
“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”
“I’m premed, of course I—”
“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”
You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”
“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.
You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”
“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”
Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”
“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”
With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.
“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”
When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  
After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”
You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”
The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.
Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”
“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”
“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  
You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.
“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.
“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”
You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.
“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.
“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”
“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”
“Don’t be scared to touch me.”
“I touched you so much during—”
He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.
“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”
The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”
Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.
“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”
“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  
“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”
“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”
He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”
“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”
“Try to make you come in other ways?”
Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”
“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”
A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  
“Why don’t we try it again?”
Perplexed, you squint at him.
“Try what again...?”
“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.
You blankly stare at him.
“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.
“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 
You continue to stare at him until you groan.
“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”
Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”
“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.
“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  
Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  
God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  
“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”
“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”
You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.
“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.
They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.
“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”
“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”
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“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”
On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.
“Is Chenle your roommate?”
“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”
With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”
Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.
The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.
You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.
The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  
His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.
He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.
Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.
The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.
Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    
After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”
“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.
He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.
Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.
Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.
In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  
On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.
Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.
“I’m ticklish over there.”
“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”
With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.
“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”
When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.
The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.
He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.
Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.
You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.
Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.
Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  
“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.
“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”
Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.
“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.
Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.
Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.
“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”
He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.
“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”
You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”
His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.
Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.
But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.
You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.
Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  
You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.
Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.
A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  
“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.
He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”
You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.
“Use your words, Jaemin.”
Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.
“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”
“Anything to critique?”
“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.
“Am I still rusty?”
“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”
“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.
“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    
Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.
You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  
Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.
“There, there—“
Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  
“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.
You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.
“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”
“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”
Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.
You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.
“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”
Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.
“Fuck, holy shit.”
His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.
The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  
You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”
And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  
“I’m-I’m—”
You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.
Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.
“Was that real?”
You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  
With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.
“Ready for the last round?”
His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    
Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.
As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.
Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.
“Told you we weren’t going to die.”
You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.
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By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.
But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.
In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.
During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  
“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.
He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.
“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  
“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.
Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  
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After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  
“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”
You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.
“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”
A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”
After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.
“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.
“Do you...?”
Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  
And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.
Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.
“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”
“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”
“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.
Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”
His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”
You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.
“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”
Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  
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Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.
Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.
He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.
The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.
The date he asked you out on.
You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.
Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.
Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.
But that’s not what you’re focusing on.
Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.
It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.
A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.
Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.
But to cheat?
That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.
You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.
With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.
He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  
He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.
“Wait! I can explain!”
You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.
“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”
“No, listen to me for a second.”
The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.
“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”
“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”
Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.
“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”
Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  
“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”
You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”
“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”
He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.
“She cheated on me.”
The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  
But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  
Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”
Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.
“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”
He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.
“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”
You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 
“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”
He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.
“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”
His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.
“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
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Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.
It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.
“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.
Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  
Because you choose to be.
Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  
Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.
What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?
The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.
The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  
Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.
Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.
And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  
You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.
As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.
And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  
Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.
Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  
A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.
The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.
“And who might you be?” he asks.
“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.
You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”
“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.
“What are you doing h—”
You cut him off with a kiss.
An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  
Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”
“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  
He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”
“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”
Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.
“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”
He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.
“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.
Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.
“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.
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Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.
With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.
“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”
You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”
He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.
“Maybe I didn’t.”
“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.
“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    
You sharply turn your head.
“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  
A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.
“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”
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suguruverse · 3 years
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ohkay hi! may i just say, that i've just encountered your blog and i am already LOVING IT period. i just love it. it's amazing.
alright, i was thinking maybe you could do something like first meeting headcanons. and hopefully for the manager of karasuno 👀 (i was mainly thinking of the manager being a second year but ig it's not that important) it could be something like meeting at a training camp, or at a game, or at nationals, something like that. and i was thinking kuroo, oikawa and atsumu i love that man so much fml
that would be it ly! 💘
— FIRST MEETINGS WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS AS KARASUNO’S MANAGER
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includes - kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru and miya atsumu
a/n - hi bub!! hehe thank you for your support i love you <33 i loved this req lmao hope you like it!
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♕ KUROO TETSUROU
- bro lets be completely honest, he is an absolute stuttering mess when he first meets you
- he doesn't even realise that you can see him just staring at you for a solid five minutes
- this man has 0 experience with picking up girls so he will just be saying the worst pick up lines ever or some random fact that no one cares about
- it was the first day of the tokyo training camp with karasuno, nekoma and fukurodani and you and some of the other manager's were in charge of making lunch and dinner
- since you were in the kitchen basically for the entire day, you never really had the change to meet any other the other players
- once dinner arrives, they all flood into the cafeteria looking a little bit... dead?
- you serve them their food, only receiving a toneless "thank you"
- until kuroo walked in, as rowdy and loud as he is
- when he arrived in front of you to get his rice and soup, he just stopped and looked at you
"good work today! here's your food"
kuroo: o-o
"um is there something on my face?"
"p...pretty"
"im sorry"
"YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY"
- when i tell you the silence that just filled up the room
*bokuto in the background* "BRO ASK HER OUT LATER, YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE, I'M HUNGRY"
- and then he just awkwardly runs away to his table where kenma was and just plopped on the table, his face hiding in his arms while kenma is just very uncomfortably patting kuroo's back in comfort
- the next day at breakfast, you sneaked your number onto his food tray (that was on a piece of paper) and he didn't even notice it was there until he nearly ate it
- from that day on, you'll just see him awkwardly trying to make conversation with you
- when you switched with yachi to help out the boys during the day like filling up water bottles and shit, kuroo is trying to impress you but is also doing incredibly shitty at the same time
- he pulled a hinata a couple times and got hit straight in the face by bokuto
- but to his surprise, you were already in the nurse's office because tanaka starting waving his shirt around and accidentally hit nishinoya right in the nose
- kuroo acts like he had a broken arm or something just so you can baby him
- he genuinely believes in love at first sight and asks you out at the end of the training camp lol he has no patience
♕ OIKAWA TOORU
- it was at the spring high preliminaries and both teams were warming up
- it was his turn to spike when boom bam he hits you straight in the face
oikawas brain: oh no i hit pretty girl. i should ask pretty girl if she's okay. pretty girl really pretty
- while daichi is trying to stop noya and tanaka from ripping oikawas hair out, he was already running towards you, asking if you were okay
- you insisted you were okay as you were kind of embarrassed with the crowd watching you, and soon after, the game had began
- oikawa was already thinking of 12 ways he could apologise to you but for now, he had to focus on the game
- whenever there was a timeout or break, he noticed the small twitches in your eye and the bruises that were faint, but still there
- although the game had resulted in karasuno's win, oikawa couldn't help but feel worse when he saw you wince in pain when hinata excitedly pulled you into his chest for a hug
- kiyoko recommended you go to the nurse's office but there was no point since you were about to leave anyways
- like kuroo, this man acts as if no one can see him staring at you like a creep for afar
- you rolled your eyes for the 30th time that day when oikawa approached you again as you were about to get on the bus
"hey you! are you sure you're okay?"
"im fine, thanks"
"are you sure? is there something you want me to do for you?"
- he doesn't really know how to continue this conversation so he just stands there, waiting for you to say something
"you seem a little desperate oikawa-san"
- he turns into a blushing mess when you tease him and you cannot tell me otherwise
"what about a date then? as an apology. i don't think i can sleep at night if i don't at least try to make it up to you"
"sorry not interested"
"OH right.. sorry i just thou-"
"i was just joking oikawa-san, tomorrow at 5?"
"YES"
- on the date he keeps mentioning how nervous he was because of how pretty he thought you were and how he couldn't sleep
- love sick bitch
- he also tries to be so damn smooth as well and he thinks that it's working but it really isn't
- pls for the love of god just boost his ego he needs it
- i swear you could be celebrating your 3 year anniversary but he will still be mentioning that day, telling everyone how it was fate or whatever
- and you could be on the side like what mf my face hurt for like 3 weeks shut up
♕ MIYA ATSUMU
- yay we're at nationals
- anyways the venue was fucking massive so you'll end up getting lost right?
- well yes, but you didn't really expect it to be when you were trying to escort hinata to the fucking toilets
- it was only 20 minutes until their match against inarizaki was gonna start and that mf was still in the bathroom
- and you can't exactly enter the men's bathroom so you just started pacing in front of the door like a psycho
- conveniently atsumu and suna were walking to the bathroom and saw you just muttering to yourself
- he honestly thought you were some time of perv and hella weird
"OI CREEP, what the hell a ya doing?" says the man with piss hair and reeks of axe
- and like a movie, you turn around, hair flipping in the wind and he can hear angels singing and a bright light surrounds you
- mans is on the flooring crying because wtf he just saw the most beautiful person he's ever seen
- pls snap him out of it, ur friend is probably shitting his pants in the toilets behind you and you need to see if he's okay
- he cannot keep eye contact for the life of him
- you could just be like "i'm really sorry but im the mangager for karasuno and one of my friends are in there, so can you just check on him pls"
- and he'll just smile and nod at whatever you say like "mhm yeah totally karasuno? mhm thats hot, wanna go out with me?"
- atsumu is like a demon possessed him and suna out here watching him like tf i just need to take a piss man shut up
- yeah you left with atsumu's number and left hinata all alone
- he left the bathroom and almost cried when he realised he got ditched for dick
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hockeyboysimagines · 2 years
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hi i love your writing. can i please request number 18 or 7 for nolan.
thanks,
hope you have a great day!!
Okay so because I read this wrong and because I love Nolan I’m giving you 18 and 7🤣🤣 this is…whew🥵
It was 11:03 pm when you pulled into Nolan’s driveway. He was expecting you of course, you had called earlier after a fight with your boyfriend, and Nolan was always available whenever you needed him. Which lately was a lot. He always made you feel better with his words, but he wanted to make you feel better in his bed.
This must have been a bad one, because there was tears in your eyes and your face was red.
“Whoa you okay? What happened?”
“I’m not.” You choked out “I’m not okay.”
“Okay okay. Calm down. Come inside.”
20 minutes and 4 shots later you had told him the whole story.
“Why do you even stay with that guy? I mean he doesn’t treat you well, and can you honestly say you like him?”
No you could not, and Nolan knew it. The guy was worthless and you were way too hot for him anyways. Nolan didn’t get it.
“Just break up with him.”
“And then what? We live together.”
“Move in with me.” He shrugged.
“Tempting but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because I think-“
“Something might happen between us if you did?” They stared at eachother for a solid ten seconds before they both leaned forward hurriedly.
This had been a long time and a lot of arguments coming. Nolan hoisted you up and hurried to his room, tossing you on the bed and quickly started undressing you. It was rushed and messy as you both attempted to rid yourself of clothing. While Nolan was impressive in clothing, you was even more impressed by what was under them.
Nolan pushed your legs apart and settled himself between them, before his eyes moved to yours.
“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name” he gave a firm push, and your eyes clamped shut. He was way bigger than you were used to, but damn did it feel good. He had one big hand around your neck, the other one was holding him up, splayed on the pillow next to your head.
“Nolan oh my god” he moved in and out of you, the feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced. His hair by now had fallen into his eyes as he leaned down to kiss your chest. His tongue slid across your skin before he bit down hard on the skin of your collarbone, and gave a particularly hard thrust, nearly launching you
Up the bed.
You let out a yelp and a half strangled moan, nails scraping down on his skin. He did it again, eyes burning into yours. It was getting hard to be quiet, sounds and words were leaving your mouth involuntarily when all you wanted to do was scream.
“Nolan I’m gonna-“
“Go ahead, scream my name, show everyone whos fucking you so good right now” His words made your eyes roll back in your head as an orgasm hit you like a wall.
“NOLAAAAANNNNNNN!” You screeched, lifting your hips up to meet his as he pounded through it, finally landing breathlessly on top of you. After a second of silence.
“So? Did it work? Did you forget him?”
“Who?”
“Your boyfriend?”
“What boyfriend?”
Nolan smiled.
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energyanon · 3 years
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Surprise reading as I can’t seem to shake off the curiosity. Ok, I’m gonna set them up in relation to this drama. Personally, I don’t believe it. NV would have to have various personality disorders in order for this to be true, among 5000 other reasons why that is not normal, sane human behaviour. But the Instagram.. so many things don’t match up. However, both me and another anon felt fuzzy headed when we were representing her.. maybe it’s not just her overthinking, maybe it’s something more relating to some kind of disorder, but that’s not my place to say. Let’s check it out. Once again I’m gonna type as I go.
I’ve decided for three set ups here: 1. NV, 2. The group chat as a whole as cited on said Instagram, and 3. Henry.
Set up 2. (The GC) first. I picked up NV and got a headache.
First flag: Natalie wanted to be on top of the GC… that’s weird..
Henry is at a distance but he is staring at them both. Starting to feel like I may have been wrong in my judgment here ha.. 😬 I’m really hoping it’s not true cause otherwise that’s fucking sad and NV has genuine issues. But, I’m ok with being wrong.
Alright, let’s start as NV (cause GC, I feel I already know their feelings regardless of if it’s true or not) FYI, I have moved NV to being close but not on top, as one energy on top of - group of energies would be much too hard to decipher.
NV:
Immediate dizziness. I feel very hot and my air con is currently blasting down upon me so it’s not me. The group chat feels very little to NV. like tiny, as in I could step on them. (1. This can mean they’re not even being seen, she barely cares about them, or 2. Can feel more powerful than) as we know in the screenshots the latter was supposedly the case, so I’m not going to cross that out just yet, but it feels more like I’m just not even seeing them. they’re dirt under my feet. They don’t really have her attention and she’s not super bothered by them, but once I brought her attention to it She does want to stamp it out, it’s a complete nuisance. She wants to cover them up. I gave them a little tap, which ended turning into many taps which turned into actually wanting to destroy their rep all together. so she’s angry about it. (At this point I don’t know if she’s angry about This situation being a lie, as in she’s sick of these people doing this to her, or if she’s genuinely angry at the group for exposing her) the tiny dirt now feels a bit bigger but more like a basketball sized nuisance. She still feels bigger than them, it’s just that this is so ANNOYING. Still wants to rip them up into little pieces, she’s annoyed, she’s moving me around a whole bunch, she’s angry, she’s frustrated, she’s tying her hair up, she’s not having it. like it’s fucking annoying. this is all so ANNOYING. She’s stressed, she’s annoyed, she wants this over and done with.
No more energy shifts. Incoming questions.
Q: do you know them?
No I don’t fucking know them
Ok do you think that was a friend who exposed you?
I don’t know I can’t think I- (just a bunch of profanities) [note: it’s like she’s keyboard smashing in my brain right now it’s REALLY annoyed]
Jaw clenched, I’m swaying from side to side my hands are on my hips, hair away from my face I want to move somewhere else but I need to deal with THIS FUCKING THING FIRST ISHDJFKSJXJDSNX.
god it is SO ANNOYING like if you guys were all in front of me right now you’d be heading me yelling and screaming and So irritated I’m so I’m SO Annoyed. I can’t even think of any other questions to ask cause I’m too busy getting keyboard smashed atm.
I’m gonna move to the group to just see if the intentions there are legit. I need a break from NV.
Ok the group:
the group have some anxiety, stomach dropped. They’re not angry they’re just looking at NV. None of them can be sure if It was NV - I think some of them doubt but it was a “get it out just in case” situation. At least one of them feel bad. Nervous jitters from my right leg. You know how you fidget when you’re waiting to get in trouble?
Q: do you believe it was NV?
There are many of them so I’ll just say it as it came up. No (1) I don’t know (majority) one of them is a yeah, feels like the leader of the group but even then the yeah isn’t a solid resounding yeah. But it’s also not like a “yeaahhh?” It’s like I’m just gonna make a decision and it’s yeah.
Q: are you mad that nv is with Henry
I’m not mad (1)
We’re not mad, we just think he could do better. (Majority)
Q: why did you do this
To expose her
Q: why to expose her if you didn’t truly believe it was her
There is a very weak “it was the right thing to do” like.. when I say weak it feels like they don’t even believe that, but they’ve convinced themselves it is..?
Q: at any point did you lie or fabricate the screenshots?
Resounding no, but one solid yes from someone.
Q: Yes?
One of them.
Q: which one
(I was shown one of them, it was one of the purple and black ones, one where there isn’t much purple - I’ll have to check it after)
Ok, my leg isn’t going crazy anymore - there is just an expectant waiting. They’re looking at NV, she’s taller than them but not much taller (not like they’re a basketball being looked down upon, just normal human heights) the feeling is just waiting. Waiting to see if there is a response. That’s it, that’s all I’ve been given I can’t even conjure Up another question. (Sometimes when the energy is done sharing its just done, I can’t force it past that and I’m not in my right to)
Checking Henry:
Henry is tired, he’s disillusioned, he’s just staring into space. The other two are in front of him (facing one another) but he doesn’t see them. Genuinely no thoughts from him it’s complete disassociation. But I did ask if he knew about this situation, he doesn’t seem to know yet.
And yet he’s still disassociating.. the thought “I don’t know what to do” came up, but it was so slow and fractured it was like… you know that video of that kid who’s trying to say have you ever had a dream that you could do anything but he muddles it up for 20 seconds before getting to it? It’s like that (I’ll link it when I’m done)
“I don’t kn- I just I - what do I ev- wh-“ and it keeps going but imagine it taking FOREVER for him to say it.
He’s stuck in the disassociation. Weird choice, but I need to do it. I’m gonna slap him. (Which yes, means slapping myself)
Ok, that didn’t make much difference, he’s still super tired, he still didn’t see the other two but I tried to bring his attention to NV and he was already turning around to leave “I don’t care, I don’t care I’m too tired” and then he turned back and said to NV to clarify “I do care, but I don’t, I’m tired” and I took him out cause he was walking out of there anyway.
Back to NV one last time, and then I’m doing other stuff with my day and then I’ll do CE tonight.
NV
It’s always dizziness with this chick, I swear. Everytime im with her I’m dizzy, I’m losing blood pressure. She’s calmed down at least but fuck I’m dizzy more dizzy than I usually am (can be her, could also be me continuously going into different energies, I don’t tend to feel like this though but don’t rule it out)
Dizzy, Im not tired, but fatigued like I don’t need to sleep, I need to just lay down. I see the GC but they can fuck off I don’t care. She wants to kick them out of the way. As soon as she does she wants to leap out at them and tear them to shreds. She goes from 1- 100 real quick. I don’t want her to destroy my representative for the group, cause I don’t want anything to accidentally manifest in real time for the actual group, so im going to create a little thing that she can destroy instead - just in case there are any energetic consequences of her destroying the representation of the GC. Found a little piece of paper I called it placebo GC and we’re tearing it up.
Ok so, I got her to tear up Placebo GC. She got raveonous with it. I am now coming to believe that NV has some major anger issues. To be fair, im feeling how annoyed she is and I get it honestly it’s the only way to get out this level of emotion. It’s not healthy, therapy is needed for sure, but I’m not gonna sit here like this and say that she’s overreacting cause when you’re feeling like she is, there’s no where else for this to go
She ripped them up, crushed them, tore at them with her teeth, crushed them into a little ball again and chucked them away and then we just screamed “FUCK!” For literally about 3 minutes and she was LIVID. I’ve sat her down now while I write this, she’s still annoyed, she’s not livid.
Interesting to note though, all throughout the screaming there was never a single thought that came up that was like “why can’t they just let US live, why can’t we just BE together” she really doesn’t seem to care about the affect it has on her and Henry’s relationship, she’s just annoyed people are talking shit. Like she just doesn’t care that people won’t accept them.
Oh! I haven’t checked on her vs. HC so lemme do that. I wanna see if she checks up on him too, cause from a normal relationship perspective, this would affect him too. But let’s see.
Yup, ok, nothing from her end, if anything she’s giving him the silent treatment. Like she’s looking at him in the way you do when your partner has said something stupid and you’re too angry to answer. But she doesn’t care that he’s there. I went to him also to see if he would comfort her and he was just a brick wall, kind of more like “here I am I’m showing up but idc. I really idc. Sorry that you’re going through it I guess.” Both of them had the ~aura~ (I don’t know how to explain it on text) of “this did not go as planned” however, they didn’t SAY that, just as an FYI, it was just a bit of a shared feeling translated into words.
That’s it. I’m ending it there. I’ve got life admin to do, be back later for a CE reading as promised. :)
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allelitefics · 4 years
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Closer than you think
Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Reader (OFC) 
Other characters: Chuck Taylor & Trent
Categories: fluff, smut
Summary: The Best Friends and you are neighbors, after a night of partying you and Orange Cassidy have a little fun... but other’s feelings get jeopardized. 
Taglist:  @fiskers7136​  @princessminjikwon​ @im-a-nerd-fight-me​ @allelitexo​ @donnithestar​ @jonsmoxley​
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Living next door to 3 professional wrestlers made life interesting for you. If this was 15 years ago, it would've been a teenage dream. At 29, I find it more complicated than anything else. Because again, 3 professional wrestlers who are not bad to stare at on daily basis always had me smitten over one of them at one point or the other.
It was often when they'd return home from their Wednesday night tv show that they'd hit me up. "Come over!" "Come drink with us!" "Do you have any food?!" It kept me highly entertained but getting older I couldn't just keep hanging out with the 3 of them, and they started to notice me distancing myself from them.
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"You notice how Y/N doesn't want to hang out anymore? What did you guys do?" Trent asked questioning his teammates. Orange Cassidy and Chuck Taylor just looked at each other, then back to Trent and shrugged. "Nah, one of you two did or said something." Trent was so sure of it, because he often overheard them bickering about asking you out. Cassidy didn't want to admit it, because he knew how his friend, Chuck, felt about you. He didn't want to admit that two weeks prior after a late night of drinking, the two of you had hooked up.
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I honestly felt like I was the Bachelorette, I had feelings for two different guys and I had no idea where to place my emotions. Cassidy was like ...that mysterious, bad boy. I dug that vibe. Although, Chuck...classic southern gentleman vibe, super respectful but you could tell by the countless amount of times we flirted that he had a kink to him, somewhere deep down it was there. But he definitely wouldn't be the one to come onto me after a night of drinking, even in a drunken state of mind, he was too much of a gentleman for that.
"Yoooo, we know you're home! Come over and hang!" Trent texted me. I had been staring at that text for a solid 20 minutes. Shit. I hooked up with Cassidy and we haven't said a word to each other, not that he's one for many words at all...but...fuck! It was fun...but why did I feel so fucking guilty?
-flashback-
"One more round?" Cassidy asked holding the bottle of Jack Daniels. You looked at Chuck first, then Trent. They were all down for it, and you started to feel like you were getting a little too hazy. "I don't know guys.. maybe I should call it quits.." "Don't be a buzzkill! I'll take care of you." Cassidy said. You smiled, and he gave you a super flirty look that made your heart flutter. After another 20 minutes had passed everyone started to file out and go to sleep. "So you made me take another shot and everyone bails in 20 minutes??" you complain to Cassidy, you rolled your eyes and he sat next to you. You loved being able to know him in a more personal setting, because sure, sunglasses make someone look hot - but when he didn't have them on, his eyes told you so much. He plopped down next to you and he put his arm around you, "We can still party." You shook your head, "I'll just head back home." you said, you literally lived across the hall from them so it wasn't a long walk, but when you went to stand up and stumbled a little bit, Cassidy caught you by the hips. He chuckled and you turned around and playfully swatted his hand away. "Don't laugh! This is your fault." you say. "Oh come on." he said, he stood up and took your hand as you walked back to your apartment. He walked you to your bedroom, "There, lay down. I told you I'd take care of you." "Psh" you say, "You're just trying to get me alone in my bedroom." you say. You drunkenly start kicking off your jeans and he stares at you, it's when you sit up and pull your shirt off over your head that he finally says something. "I should..uh.. go" But before he could turn on his heel, you pulled his hand. He bites his lip looking at you, half naked... "Come on, don't act like this wasn't your plan." you say smirking at him. "I don't know if we-" You cut him off by tugging at the front of his jeans. "Fuck" he mutters under his breath. Before you know it, your back is hitting your mattress and he's on top of you. Your lips colliding and his moving down your neck. Your body rolling against his as you can feel his erection growing against your core. He quickly took his jeans off, kicking them on the floor and pulling down your panties, waisting no time entering himself inside of you. You moan out and it drives him wild. As much of a calm, collected, guy he presented to be. He fucked you fast and hard, sucked on your most sensitive areas, and made you come to complete orgasm. After all was said and done, you laid next to each other, completely naked and breathing heavily. He looked over at you to see you staring at the ceiling. "You okay?" he asked growing anxious. "Uh yeah, that was great." you say then looking over at him. He rolled on his side, his elbow propping him up him. He caressed your face, and you sighed then smiled. He leaned down to kiss you, it lasted long and more passionately than the rough kisses from before. "I'm gonna .. uh.. head back." he said after kissing you. You nodded. Followed him to your door, closed and locked it behind him.
--end flashback--
I sighed thinking about everything that went down. Why did he have to get hella awkward afterwards? Was it Chuck? Did he tell Chuck? Were the signs I thought maybe I was picking up on from Chuck actually legit? "Uh sure, just let me look presentable I'll come over in like 20." I finally texted Trent back.
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"Well she's coming over, so, something you sure you don't need to say?" Cassidy got slightly anxious shifting in his seat, Chuck definitely caught onto it. "What'd you do Cassidy?!" Trent asked, a grin forming on his face. "We had sex." he said. Trent looked over at Chuck and saw the change in his demeanor. "You what??" Chuck asked, his voice raising slightly. "The other week... we were drunk and it just happened." "You talk to her since?" Chuck asked. "Nah" Chuck grew irritated, "She's like one of our best friends, you're just going to say 'nah' what the fuck man!" "Dude, she clearly felt guilty afterwards. I could sense it." Chuck just shook his head, while Trent just stood there, eyes wide. "If she slept with you, she likes you. Don't be an idiot."
Cassidy still wasn't sure, and when you knocked on the door, he agreed he would answer it. When he answered the door he grabbed you by the way pushing you forward to the hallway. You smiled and were completely confused. "What are y-" he cut you off by kissing you. "Sorry I'm an idiot." he followed up with. "No more awkwardness?" you asked. "No more awkwardness." he agreed. You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him, as he embraced you too. His face dug into the nape of your neck. "Mmm..I missed you" he says into your skin. It sends chills up your spine. "I missed you too."
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"So man.. the two of them.. you cool with that?" Trent asked as they waited for Cassidy and you to return. "Just hand me that bottle of whiskey." was all Chuck could respond with.
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Snow Day
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Elliot Alderson x Female reader 2,125 words Warnings: Marijuana use, Alcohol use, Mostly fluff, mild to moderate suggestive sexual situations. ***** Sunday, December 1 My phone buzzed.
"Im on my way"
Elliot lived about 10 mins from my apartment, so it normally wasnt a bad walk except tonight the snow was expected to total about 14" within the city. Snow wasnt my cup of tea but its one of those few things that made Elliot happy. Like a school boy who just learned he didnt have to go to school and would run outside to build a snowman or flop down and make snow angels and just rejoice in the cold flurries that floated around him, the flakes softly landing on the tip of his nose and quickly melting away.
"Okay, see you soon" I quickly typed before setting my phone down on the kitchen counter
I had just gotten home from work and all I could think about was cracking open a bottle of red and snuggling with my boyfriend on the couch under a big fluffy blanket, watching old movies as the snow came down, tommorow being a guaranteed snow day for us and all.
I changed into a warm, ribbed henley shirt and bulky grey sweatpants that im pretty sure belonged to Elliot that I had aquired.
'So much better' I thought to myself. I opened the linen closet in the hallway to retreive the blanket and tossed it into the dryer on high just to fluff and warm it up a little. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and check my hair and face. A few minutes later I came out and grabbed a bottle of red from the wine rack on the counter when my phone buzzed.
"Hey, Im here." I grew slightly confused.
"Okay, come on up!" I responded.
"Will you come down and take a walk with me?"
My heart skipped a beat. Elliot was in a rough patch with his mental state, I knew this weather made him happy.. so I obliged. I loved him more than myself so, naturally, I would do anything to make him happy. Just to keep him like this. This was my Elliot.
"Sure just give me a minute, Ill be right down."
I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a bulky hoodie and threw them on. I got to the front door and slipped on my boots as I grabbed my beanie and slipped my coat over the hoodie. I despised the cold and snow, but like I said before.. anything for him. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the elevator.
I walked out of the small lobby and saw Elliot standing right on the sidewalk near the edge of the street, hoodie off, face torwards the sky. It was unusual, normally he tries to blend into the concrete or the side of the buildings in this city but tonight his demeanor was so childlike, it made my heart melt. I opened the door and was met with a blast of arctic air that immediatley sent chills thru me. I shivered as I approached him. He turned just as I got to him.
"Hey" he smiled, that warm, happy, content smile that damn near took my breath away.
"What are ya doin out here? Having fun?" I teased with a smile as I leaned in to give him just a quick kiss, PDA not being his favorite thing.
As our lips pressed, he lingered a little bit longer by putting both his hands on my head, cradling my jaw lightly. We kissed lightly for another few seconds before he pulled back, my jaw still cradled, and he smiled once again. I could feel the pure bliss radiating off of him.
This is my Elliot.
He softly grabs my hand as he smiles down at me. And off we go.
We chatted about our weekend, I hadnt seen him in a couple days so I was really looking forward to seeing him tonight and just relaxing together. The snowfall was that very quiet, relaxing, almost eerie snowfall. It was bizzare for the city to be this quiet. Him and I just strolled hand in hand for a few blocks, taking our time, chatting and what not. That was when a gust blew by, stinging my skin. I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut in response.
"Jesus it got 20 degrees colder!" I laughed while in pain
"Aw, come on, lets head back." he said.
By the time we got back to the entrance to the apartment complex it really did feel like it dropped a substantial amount in temperature. We finally got to the front door to my apartment as I entered the code to unlock the door. I audibly shook the cold air from my body and dramatically shivered as we stood by the entryway, flopping our boots off. I headed to the thermostat to up the temperature.
"You are such a baby" Elliot teased me.
"Im sorry, you know I love being warm!" I immediatley responded.
I walked over to the fireplace in the living room, turning it on. It was a fake but it certainly was nice ambiance.
Elliot shrugged off his hoodie and hung it by my coat near the front door. He then promtly took his seat at his spot on the couch. Giving a light stretch, he extended his arms and folded them behind his head, leaning back, just staring blankly at the dark tv. I yanked the hoodie off the threw it over a barstool next to the counter.
"Hmm." I said loud enough to grab his attention.
He looks over at me, snapping out of whatever day dream he was in with the powered down tv.
"Whats wrong?" he asked curiously.
"I know how we can get a little warmer.." I said with a grin.
"Oh yeah? Hows that?" he asked with a slightly devilish grin.
I smiled and headed down the hallway torwards the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain out of the way I began to run hot water in the tub. I grabbed some lavender bath melts from a glass jar on a shelf, plopping them into the steaming water. I grabbed a lighter from a drawer and lit some candles, illuminating the bathroom.
Before I knew it the tub was nearly full. I turned it off and dimmed the lights and I headed out to the living room where Elliot had seemingly resumed his daydreaming until he heard me and glanced over at me with a content smile on his face, fully knowing my intentions. I said nothing but extended out my hand to him. He softly grabbed it and followed me to the bathroom.
"Go ahead, Ill grab some towels." I said.
He obliged and pulled his shirt off, followed by his pants, and boxer breifs, tossing them in a pile. I grabbed them and threw them in the washer, starting a small express load immediatley. I came back into the bathroom a minute later where he was fully submerged with just his little head poking out from the bubbles.
"Youre too good to me." he said with the same smile that melted me.
"Well its pointless to get clean then put on dirty clothes again, babe." I lightly teased.
"Oh wait!" I said while running to my room. I returned a few seconds later with a freshly packed bowl I had prepped that morning, anticipating Elliots arrival. He hummed in approval at the sight of me holding the bowl. I handed it to him as he reached up, shaking any excess water from his hands. Taking a huge hit, slowly blowing the smoke outward. Setting the bowl on a nearby shelf.
His eyes began to scan my body. Clearly it was my turn to hop in.
I smiled lightly and pulled my shirt from my body, tossing it to the floor. I unhooked my bra and slowly slid it off, exposing my chest. I made eye contact with him as my hands went to my button on my jeans, I tilted my head down a little and my long, dark, tousled hair flopped delicatley just past my cheek, past my collarbone landing on my breast in the worlds most perfect timing. I smiled to him an innocent little grin as I pulled my jeans down along with my underwear. Standing fully and dragging my jeans with my foot to its designated pile. His eyes blinked softly, matching his sweet smile. He never once stared at any particular part of my body, just my face.
"Youre so beautiful." he nearly whispered. I shyly smiled back and slowly eased into the hot water.
A little time goes by as we laugh and joke around, taking turns taking a few hits off the bowl, talking to eachother about absolutley whatever as we faced eachother from opposite ends of the tub. My foot in his hand, as he rubbed it lightly.
"Thank you" he said after a solid minute of blissful silence.
"For what?" I asked curiously.
"For taking a walk with me. I know you dont exactly love the snow." he said.
"I dont mind as long as im with you, El." I said flashing a content smile. "..thanks for warming up with me." I continued.
He responded with another smile. A few minutes later, we decided pruning wasnt a cute look. We both got out and wrapped up immediatley in a couple huge fluffy towels.
"Im gonna throw your stuff in the dryer, in my top drawer theres a pair of breifs you left here a few weeks ago..." He nodded and went to my room.
I dried off completley before wrapping the towel around my body and walked over to switch his clothes. I threw the fluffy blanket on the couch, it was still nice and warm from being in the dryer. He emerged a minute later wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer breifs. I tried but failed miserably to hide my eyes as they scanned his toned chest and stomach. He practically frolicked by me and laid down on the couch, exhaling lightly as his body plopped down.
'Im gonna cuddle that so good tonight.' I thought to myself.
I went to my room and put on what I originally had on before I met him earlier in the tundra that was outside. Along with some thick fuzzy socks.
I came out and stopped to grab a couple glasses from the cabinet, using a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine I had selected earlier.
"You want some, baby?" I glanced over to him as he was staring out the huge window, watching the snow fall. TV still off. He looked so peaceful.
"Sure." he said, barely audible.
I smiled to myself and poured.
I set both glasses down on the coffee table and headed over to the window to get a glance outside. A very noticable amount of snow had fallen since we came up. I was snapped out of my observation when I heard his voice crack ever so subtly.. "come here.."
I looked over to him and was met with bright blue/green eyes. The flicker from the fireplace cast a beautiful reflection. I got lost in them as they were the most blissful Ive ever seen him look. I slowly walked to the couch and laid next to him and snuggled in, pulling the blanket over us. I positioned myself half on top, half off of him inward torwards the back of the couch with my hand resting on his bare chest, and my head nuzzled just under his shoulder. We decided on an old black and white movie.
About half way thru my eyes became heavy from the marijuana/red wine haze when I suddenly felt the heat that was his hand running up and down my back, under my shirt. As he ran his hand back down, it hugged my torso, running along my hip bone.
"Mmm.." I exhaled with a closed mouth. I nudged my head into him, lightly kissing the skin around his pec. I could tell he was awake by his breathing. His right hand gently covered mine that was resting on his chest, squeezing it lightly. I looked up to him to be met with half hooded eyes, as If he was already watching me. I reached over and pressed my lips against his. Reminicent of our kiss earlier, just.. way heavier. Way deeper. It was certainly getting warmer. His hand began to trail up my back once more, only on the downward stroke he reached in a little further. My hand now matching his movements as I softly stroked down his chest, then his stomach...
Our breathing slowed down, but I certainly began to wake up.
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Egotober Day 11: Who is the Strongest in the Land?
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Prompt: Strong
Summary: There’s a bit of a debate in the Coalition. Who is the strongest? Silver’s superpower? Bob’s shields. Or Robbie’s magically infused muscles?
A/N: So, guess who saw the new Sanders Asides and already wants to make content? Me! Unfortunately for the plot I will have to wait until I can include the new pairing in so heads up on that.
Warnings: none
For years there had been a question between the heroes.
Who was the strongest hero? Unlike with Jackie’s speed, Roman’s imagination-based powers, or the fact that Logan was unbeatable in trivia pursuit games; the “strong” category had no clear first place winner.
If you asked anyone in the city there was only one name they gave: Silver. Mostly because he was able to lift cars and similarly heavy objects throw them an eyebrow-raising distance away.
Ask certain heroes like Joan and Logan or even King who were a bit more literal about the powers around them, and they gave a different answer: Bob.
Logan’s reasoning was simple: the veteran hero had impenetrable barriers. Blunt force objects, explosives, magical attacks, Dark’s aura, even Silver using his strength to rocket him across the fight like a huge pinball wasn’t enough to even crack the barrier. The only thing stopping the barrier was Bob’s stamina in maintaining said barrier.
Of course Marvin was one of the only people with a third opinion: Robbie. Before his zombification, for lack of a better term, Robbie had never really had a superpower. He had only some good sense — something interestingly hard to come by in the group — and he was a touch hardier than the average teenager. But after Marvin had been using more and more spells to reverse the after effects of his slight decomposition, the result was Herculean strength and more human mannerisms.
Today one debate turned into another and once again Bob and Mark were going to settle the age old debate, and before anyone knew it most of the heroes were standing in the garage and Logan was helping to rig several sensors to take measurements of how hard Silver was punching and how hard Bob or his barriers were getting hit.
Henrik was of course naturally fretting around Robbie, fully objecting to Marvin using the young man to settle the debate.
“Nein! You vill do no such zing!” Henrik argued.
“Relax,” Iplier tapped him with the back of his hand, “J.J you’d tell us if anything happened right?”
J.J nodded and signed a quick “yes” but was conspicuously not making his way to the betting pool to place a bet of his own. It kept Iplier from making his own since neither the time traveler nor the seer were making bets, they were sitting on either side of him, watching.
“Do you guys know who to bet on?” Dr. Iplier asked them.
“Of course the Host knows who will win,” the seer grinned between his narrations.
J.J gave a sign that the Host did his best to translate, “No bet on first attempt,” J.J warned him.
“I’ll ask you next time then,” Iplier joked, smiling. “We’ll make bank on it.”
Then the Host pulled a jar out that had two five dollar bills in it, a tapped note in Iplier’s handwriting read on the front: “TIE”. Each of the notes had a rolled up piece of paper that had the name of the person who had placed the bet and how much they placed. There was a huge grin on his face, “The Host suggests Iplier go and place his bet on the table.”
J.J shrugged and slipped a five into Iplier’s hand, his name tag wrapped around it. Thankfully the bulk of the group was too busy arguing to notice what was obviously the Host’s bet going up. But Virgil who was close by saw that Iplier was trying to sneak the jar up. Iplier then snuck back and Virgil carefully slipped his bet from Bob’s jar, which he had only chosen because Logan had placed a bet there, to the Tie jar. Then he went back to sitting a safe distance away. “A safe distance” that would eventually turn into sitting next to Iplier.
“Fuck ‘em up Robbie!” Ethan cheered from where he was standing.
Robbie gave a huge, warm smile.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on my team?” Mark chuckled, giving his former apprentice a fake-offended gasp.
Ethan just laughed, his contagious giggling undercutting any actual vitriol that could have been in the words, “No, hahahah! Fuck you.”
Bob laughed, “Ooooh! He got you good!”
Mark rolled his eyes and lightly pushed him, “Come on, let’s go.”
Roman cleared his throat, he was in a huge puffy tutu that was white and red with glitter dusting it. He was in a tight red and white leotard with golden accents to it that were reminiscent of his usual outfit, along with a pair of white footed pants. “Well let’s begin, my bet won’t win itself.”
“Your wager was placed by bribery with cookies, compounding your already unsound logic,” Logan reminded him.
“Oh hush, nerdy Wolverine,” Roman ordered, and held an arm up. “Okay, Round 1: Silver Shepherd v. Gatling, to the victor go . . . the victory.”
“Smooth, Princey,” Virgil snickered.
Roman stuck out his tongue at Virgil and the anxious Side just snickered and rolled his eyes. “Well we have other rounds.”
The creative Side cleared his throat before announcing, “Ready. Set. Go!”
Roman brought his hand down as he said that last word. Mark shot off at full speed, too fast for most of the heroes to follow with their own eyes.
Bob brought up a barrier in time and the air around the other heroes popped most of their ears. Virgil whimpered in pain a bit and scooted over to get closer to Iplier.
Silver repeatedly flew around to get spread. The barriers never broke and Silver kept up the onslaught for another couple minutes before the wear and strain started to show on Bob’s face.
Usually in an actual fight the other heroes would have picked up the slack so Bob could hunker into his barriers and get a breather to grab his second wind. But this wasn’t a normal fight, it was a duel and the fight started to wear down on him.
The instant Silver saw it, he started taunting his friend. “What’s the matter, getting tired there?”
“How about you shut up, asshole!” Bob shouted and as Silver was racing forward again, he extended out the barrier and Silver wasn’t as braced as he should have been and slammed into it face-first, breaking his nose.
The barrier extended out, taxing more of Bob’s strength than he expected. The shield flickered and Silver noticed it immediately and struck, slamming into the barrier again and Bob’s concentration slipped, the barrier flickered again just long enough for Silver to speed through and knock Bob to the ground, pinning him in place.
Mark had a huge, smug smile on his face, “Hah! I win.”
Bob groaned, “Fuck!”
“Inconclusive,” Logan huffed. “The barriers were never broken.”
“But he was defeated all the same,” Host announced. “The Host doubts that Silver’s current opponent could get back on his feet to fight Silver so soon.”
“You didn’t even make a bet,” Mark shouted at him, catching his breath a little.
But at the Host’s huge smile, Silver looked back at Jackie who was now by the table, “Hey, what was his bet, cause that smile says he made one.”
“I dunno,” Jackie shrugged, “I stepped away to grab a coffee.”
“The Host was secretive about his bet because only five people would have voted against him,” the Host said.
“Of course we wouldn’t have,” Ethan agreed loudly. “You know what’s gonna happen.”
“But where would the Host get his entertainment from?” The Host smiled, trying to sound hurt but it didn’t work at all.
“You asshole,” Bob smiled. “Kay, Silv, you win.”
“Hey! That’s my job!” Roman reminded indignantly.
“Wooooo! Yeah, I’m the best, fucking suck it!” Mark shouted at Bob, talking right over Roman which made the Side even angrier, floating off the ground for a bit.
Bob shoved him a bit, sending him farther than if Mark had been standing like a normal person. “Ugh, you are the worst sometimes.”
Then Bob stepped aside and Robbie came to stand opposite Silver. And here was where Mark made his first mistake. He looked at Robbie, at the former apprentice he had helped train, and tried to figure out how to beat Robbie without hurting him.
Roman announced how, and Silver moved first. He flew towards Robbie but instead of knocking him over, the young man grabbed him by the arm and used Silver’s momentum to toss him to the side and make him slammed into the wall behind the zombie.
Henrik and Marvin dove out of the way, and Mark stared at Robbie with surprise.
“Yeah, get ‘im,” Marvin cheered after a moment’s shock.
“Alright, fine then,” Mark huffed out, deciding that he could afford to be a little rougher with him. Much to Henrik’s mounting horror, Mark began to try with more effort to pin Robbie down, but Mark’s earlier round with Bob and the fact that he’d been wasting time going easy on him for the first half of the fight.
So when Mark came flying towards him, trying to get around the back to pin Robbie down but the ensuing struggle looked more like a wrestling match and ended with Robbie kinda hugging Mark’s arms to his side and the superhero just floating in the air looking like a piece of board.
“Heya,” Bob smiled at Mark, “having fun there, buddy?”
“Shut up,” Silver tried to wiggle free but Robbie just hugged him harder, a smile on his face.
After about a solid minute, he let out a frustrated growl and just floated there in an angry huff. “How? Marvin what have you done to this guy?”
“That sounds like he gave up,” Marvin grinned, looking at Logan who looked thoroughly upset and put out. “Victory right?”
“No!” Silver called, struggling a bit more. “I’m not giving up.”
Then he admitted, “Yeah . . . fine.”
“Robbie win?” Robbie smiled at Marvin.
“Sure did kid,” Marvin cheered.
“Yay!” Robbie let go of Mark and he just floated there for a bit, pouting a little.
He did float out of range so Bob, hopped up on an energy drink and getting a little bit of a rest, could take his place. He smiled as he put out a little bit of a barrier. Bob was bracing for a hard hit like he usually was with Silver but when Roman called “Go” and Robbie slammed his shoulder against the barrier, Bob barely felt it.
Bob was used to faster heroes, and having a tanky type of fighting style, by necessity with his powers, he was unused to defending against that.
But Robbie wasn’t a fast fighter, strong? Absolutely. However he wasn’t even half as fast as Mark and Bob just rested his elbow against the barrier and leaned against it. It had been a hot minute since he’d fought someone he had enough time to rest with.
Mark and Wade were the first ones to realize what was going on.
“Well shit,” Wade said. “He’s not getting through that.”
“He could!” Marvin promised defiantly.
Wade gave Marvin a look, “You know he’s not.”
“Come on, he hits hard enough to do more than that,” Mark defended, if only to salvage his own wounded pride.
“Oh yeah, I feel something,” Bob agreed. “It’s just not fast enough.”
“He was going faster against Silver,” Marvin cut in. “I call a do over.”
“No! No! If I got tired after Gatling,” Mark called out, “that counts.”
“But that means it’s a tie,” Bob spoke up. “We can’t have a tie.”
“But oh yes, the heroes can,” the Host smiled.
“Yah weren’t e’en bettin’!” Marvin shouted at them.
“But yet the Host always wins,” the Host smiled, J.J smiled as well.
“So do we win?” Virgil asked hesitantly.
“Hey,” Logan turned to Virgil, “you placed a bet at the same time has me for Bob.”
“I changed it,” Virgil whispered, already pulling his hoodie up a bit higher.
“You changed your vote because you were aware of a more likely outcome,” Logan realized. “I applaud your insight.”
Virgil smiled a bit and the winnings were distributed amongst the four winners, J.J leaving this timeline as it was. Logan, Bob, Marvin, and Mark continued to debate between each other who would have won in an “actual fight” after the Host used his voice to bring in a bunch of donuts to distract the heroes from the fact that he had basically got away with the bulk of the winnings . . . again.
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Hii may i please get a ship with someone from the obx?💛 i’m 5’4, straight, with olive/tan skin, a slim figure and medium length brown hair. Im super super shy at first but after a while i can be very outgoing, loud, flirty and confident. I used to surf a year ago and now i do volleyball & basketball. I work a ton as a waitress and im the funny one out of my group! I dress very girly but also have a boyishly side to me too! Thank you for your time and take care always!!🥰❤️✨
i ship you with john b!! (honorary mention: you’d work at The Wreck after becoming bffs with kie at the kook academy, meeting jb and the boys through her as well and quickly becoming the fifth pogue.)
you and john b would meet through kie, as i already said. it’d be a sunday morning, and kie had picked you up at 8am so you could get to the beach before most people were even awake. two surfboards strapped to the top of kie’s car, you were in the water by 8:25. before you knew it, the population of the beach began to grow more and more, until you and kie both decided it was too busy to surf comfortably. you’d both paddle in, dropping your boards in the sand by your stuff to take a breather. you buried your own feet in the sand as you laughed at something kie had said about “demon seagulls,” laying on your back and closing your eyes. it had already been a good day, and all you’d done so far was surf with kie. you were excited to spend the day with your favorite person, but you had no idea what was actually in store for your day.
after both taking a quick 20 minute nap, you and kie were gathering your belongings to head back to her house for some food. as you slung your bag over one shoulder and tucked your board under the other, though, you heard kie mutter an “oh, fuck” and sigh. seconds later, you spotted three boys your recognized as the other pogues charging down the beach toward you with bright grins on their faces. “hey guys! leaving just as we get here?” john b called out when he was a few feet away. you’d smile at him, ignoring the butterflies hit you when he beamed back. “sorry,” you’d laugh. “mom said we have to go home for sandwiches and drinks after being in the sun so long.” jj scoffed a laugh at that, nodding in understanding. “she pulls the mom shit on us, too!” “okay,” kie interrupted. “i was gonna do introductions here but i guess i don’t need to. great. thanks, guys.” john b, on the other hand, seemed to have deflated a bit when he realized you were really leaving. his first time finally meeting kie’s infamous kook bestie, the one whose instagram and twitter he’d secretly stalked on multiple occasions, and she was leaving? just his luck. “well, what’re you guys doing later? we’re gonna fuck around here for a while but maybe we could reunite at some point?” john b would be looking only at you, quickly flickering his eyes over to kie when he realized how much of a stalker he probably seemed like. “i guess,” kie would say impatiently, turning slightly to signify to you that she was ready to head out. “yeah,” you added kindly. “i’ll make sure kie texts you later.” with a smile and a wave, you turned to follow kiara off the beach. as you tossed your boards back on the car, kie smirked at you smugly. “what, creep?” “hey, i’m not the creep here. that’s you, miss ‘yes i wanna hang out, john b, please.’” you’d scoff, bumping her side with your hip and causing her to stumble a little. “shut up. i did not sound like that, i was just being nice.” “yeah, you were nice, alright.” you smacked kie on the arm, and seconds later the conversation was on to the next topic.
for the next few hours, you and kie didn’t talk about john b or the pogues at all. you gossiped about sarah cameron, made sandwiches and cut up fruit, helped her mom figure out which shoes went best with her outfit, put on a disney movie only to talk over it. as you were discussing the relationship drama one of the other waitresses at The Wreck had told you about, kiara’s phone buzzed beside her. she didn’t flinch, continuing with her opinion as you stared between her and the face-down cell phone next to her thigh. “i mean, if your boyfriend won’t answer your calls for three days straight, i think-- oh my god, what?” you’d look at kie with an innocent smile, knowing she was annoyed that you’d interrupted her rant. “are you gonna check who that was? see if it’s john b? or pope or jj?” “’or pope or jj’ my ass,” kie would mutter, grabbing her phone and scanning the screen’s notifications. wordlessly, she began typing in reply, and you peered over her shoulder to see who it was. it was kie’s dad, asking her to pick up a shift the next day. you deflated, causing your friend to laugh at your blatant disappointment. “sorry to disappoint you, but he’s probably not--” before she could finish her sentence, her phone was buzzing again in her hand. glancing down, she rolled her eyes and tossed the phone to you. “of course.” as kie complained, you grinned at the words on the screen. jb: hey, your dad down to sponsor a pogue meal at the wreck, us five? quickly, you sent him confirmation, earning a groan from kie.
fast forward another hour, and you’d be sat next to john b in The Wreck, both of you laughing as jj and pope arm wrestled and kie barked for them to “cut the shit, before you spill something.” while the other three were distracted, john b nudged your arm to call for your attention. when you turned to him, he was smiling softly at you. “you having fun, slumming it with the pogues?” you’d give him a huge smile, nodding immediately. “so far, in my opinion, the pogue lifestyle is a good lifestyle.” he’d nod back, returning your apparently contagious smile. “good, good. hopefully you’ll stick around, then.” “yeah, i could think of a few solid reasons to stick around.” those reasons would definitely prove to be worth it.
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Remember your past life - Prince! Harry Hook x Chosen Knight! Reader - part 9
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hours later, you awoke to the pilot announcing the arrival to the kingdom, Saorsa. grunting as you stretched you looked outside the window set, leaning on Harry's torso.
“wow” you whispered, shaking Harry's shoulder to wake him up “Harry look at this~” Harry snorted awake, blearily looking to where you were.
“wha-...whoa” Harry's jaw dropped slightly, looking onto the green lush field, flowers and decrepit buildings overflowing.
“are we in Saorsa?” Harry muttered, brows rising as he spotted a huge mountain top, with a huge circle dent in its side.
“I think we are” you whispered back, glancing at a fog-covered forest.
attention, we are now descending in Saorsa, please buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for landing, please.
you sighed, bucking up and preparing for turbulence, you had a feeling there was no landing strip.
Harry's hand flashed out, gripping your jacket, glancing at him, you saw his face was pale and he was shaking slightly. reaching up you patted the side of his head, smiling comfortably at him.
“don't worry” you whispered “it'll be over in no time” Harry swallowed harshly, and nodded.
“yeah-no time”
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“so uh Benny?” Audrey called out, raising her hand, staring out at the grassy fields around them, not a car or vehicle in sight.
“How are we traveling?” Ben smiled sheepishly, pointing over to a stable, that was….alive and running? that’s odd, considering this is called the forgotten kingdom. Audrey’s shoulders sagged, Mal scrunching up.
“uh Ben?” Mal walked up to him, grimacing at the stable “I can’t ride a horse, we haven’t exactly gotten to that lesson” Ben nodded, caressing her cheek.
“you’ll ride right behind me, same saddle, don’t worry” Mal nodded unsure, but let Ben lead her towards the stables.
“wait!” Audrey called, racing after the two “where are we staying!!?!”
“why do you think I brought tents?”
“WHAT?!”
you rolled your eyes, glad you only brought the essentials. you heard Harry shuffle beside you, glancing at him, you saw him biting his lip, looking scared.
you tapped his arm, his head whipped around to look at you.
hey, you signed, looking at him concerned are you okay?
he shrugged, “I don’ know, something about thi’s place seems...remember wha’ we talked about last night? it’s like that its-”
“familiar” you whispered, nodding as you looked around “as if I had seen it before, but that’s impossible”
Harry sighed, rolling his shoulders “aye, well, better get a move on, don’ wanna lose the group” you nodded slowly, keeping pace behind Harry, looking around for any danger.
fingers twitching for your (dominant) shoulder.
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“I'm sorry sir, we don’t have enough tamed rentable horses for your group to take, you’re going to have to tame a wild one, but it’s not too hard all you need to do is-”
you walked off, instincts taking over, eyeing a solid brownish-black horse with a white mane.
“(y/n)? what are yeh-” you covered Harry’s mouth, whispering to him
“shh, I'm trying to get a wild one. oh, wait did you get a tamed one?” Harry shook his head.
“no, me, Jay, you, Uma, Gil, Evie, Phillip, Jane, Carlos, and CJ are left without horses” you tilted your head, eyeing the horse once more.
“why’d Harriet get one?”
“I think it's because she was at the beginning of the line?” you nodded, slowly starting to creep forward, footsteps silent and fast.
harry watched nervously as you crept up behind the large horse, falling back in fright when you leaped on it.
the horse freaked, trying to buck you off immediately, you grunted, tightening your legs and gripping its mane.
“holy fuck (y/n)!” Harry yelped, jaw-dropping as you easily calmed the wild horse, the horse huffed, stomping its hooves as you started to lead it towards the stable.
“how-how’d ya know how teh do tha’?” Harry sputtered, keeping his distance from the large horse.
you shrugged, kicking your heels and leading the horse in a trot. As you passed Phillip, he took a double-take, glancing at the impressive horse.
“wow, how did you do that?” you once more shrugged, dismounting and guiding the horse to the person manning the stable.
“haha! It seems your friend had the right idea, alright missy, do you want to register your horse? it’s 20 for registration and a saddle”
you looked to Ben, and he nodded, taking out 20 bucks and handing it to the stable hand, he looked at it oddly.
“you all ain’t from around here are ya?” Ben tilted his head confused. “you have the wrong currency, we take a little thing called rupees, that ain’t rupees buddy”
Ben paled, how would they pay for anything!? you hummed, eyeing a beetle shaped backpack, you snatched Bens money and stalked over to it, tapping the shoulder of the man, he turned with a grin.
“well hello! I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance! My name's Beedle, traveling merchant, you can recognize me by my beetle shaped backpack, now what can I do for you?”
you held out the bills and raised your brow “oh you want to exchange this for rupees? no problem, how much?”
“20” you muttered, opening your other hand as Beedle took the auradon money and switched with the Saorsa money.
“thank you!”
you nodded, twisting back around and walking back over to the stable, slamming the freshly exchanged rupees on the counter. Ben jumped slightly at the loud noise, looking at you bewildered.
“how’d you know?” you shrugged once more, watching as the stable hands saddled up the mare.
“now, what would you like to name her?” you thought for a second, starting at the registration papers, the blank space for the name of the horse.
this is the fastest horse they got, and it’s all yours (y/n), what are you gonna name her?
(horse name)!!
that’s a perfect name my little sword master
thanks daddy!
you quickly scribbled down a name, the ink staring back at you.
(horse name)
“huh, that’s the same name that the ancient hero gave her horse, funny coincidence isn’t it?” you hummed, turning back to the horse, and starting to walk towards it, the mare hoofed the ground nervously, backing up slightly.
you slowed your pace, gently holding your hands out and letting the mare see you had nothing to hurt her with, and you weren’t afraid.
the rest of the Auradon kids watched as you stood in front of the horse, letting it take the lead.
Harry tilted his head, watching you softly as you cupped the horse’s face, gently petting it.
“Okay so” Carlos started, putting his hands on his hips “(y/n) has a horse...now how are we gonna get one?”
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one hour later and everyone was saddled on a horse, Carlos had a matching black and white spotted mare, Jay had found a solid brown stallion, Evie had found a black mare with white hooves, Jane found a spotted brown mare, CJ a spotted white mare, Phillip had found a pure brown stallion, and harry was riding with you, unable to find a horse that he could tame or ride-on for longer than a minute.
now you were all on the trail, letting Ben lead the way, Harry’s head on your shoulder as you lead (horse name) in a trot.
Ben slowed his horse, dismounting and helping Mal get down. “alright first stop! The Sanidin Park Ruins” you looked around, feeling Harry slide down the side of (horse name). you dismounted, a flash of white catching your eyes, you whipped around, gasping at the pure white horse that grazed the field.
“Harry ” you whispered, hitting his shoulder and pointed to the horse, Harry turned, jaw-dropping.
“wanna try to get that one?” Harry nodded, letting you take the lead as you gripped his hand and sneaked behind the horse, its ears stiffened, it’s head shooting up and looking around.
“now” you harshly whispered, Harry lashed forward, leaping onto the horse and gripping its mane. “hold on Harry!”
you winced as Harry got bucked off, watching as the horse ran for a bit before turning and tilting its head at Harry.
“ugg” Harry moaned, lifting himself off the ground “I'm never gonna get a horse” you sighed, but stumbled on your butt as the pure white horse slowly started to walk towards you two.
Harry stiffened, as the horse stopped only a foot away, leaning its head forward and sniffing at Harry’s knee. Harry locked eyes with the horse, and he slowly extended his hand out, the horse huffed nervously, withdrawing its head slightly, before letting harry lay his hand on its snout.
“wow,” you grinned, watching as Harry pet the horse “impressive, it likes you~”
“it’s a beaut hook” you turned seeing Phillip standing with his horse, smiling at Harry and the white horse. “but we’re pretty far from the stable, so your gonna have to ride them without a saddle”
Harry breathed deep, biting his lip as he looked at you, you shrugged. “Be sure to take the time to soothe your mount…That’s the only way it will know how you truly feel.”
Harry raised his brows, feeling his chest constrict “wha-what did yeh say?”
you frowned, tilting your head.
“Be sure to take the time to soothe yer mount…That’s the only way it will know how yeh truly feel.”
Harry grinned as he turned to (y/n), who was on her own horse “yer advice was really helpful thank yeh” you smiled slightly, keeping your eyes on your surroundings.
“This one and I are getting along better now. At first, I wasn’t sure if I should outfit ‘im with all of the royal gear. I thought maybe he should have to earn it first.” Harry patted the white stallion, geared with all the royal armor fit for a steed.
“But it works! He wears it like a true natural. I’m trying to be a bit more empathetic. Benefit of the doubt, yeh know?”
you hummed, slowing (horse’s name) to a stop, dismounting you rounded the horse statue, brushing your fingers against the stone. Harry took a deep breath, watching the sunset behind the mountain.
“See that mountain?” he muttered, hearing you walk up beside him,
“That’s Mt. Lanayru. It takes its name from the Goddess of Wisdom.” Harry turned to you, a glint in his eyes
“Lanayru’s decree is very specific. It says: “No one is allowed, under the age of seventeen…For only the wise are permitted a place upon the mountain.” Harry let out a harsh breath, clenching his fists
“I’ve prayed at the Spring of Courage and at the Spring of Power, yet neither awoke anything inside meh. But maybe up there…Perhaps the Spring of Wisdom, the final of the three, will be the one.”
you placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly, Harry smiled slightly, nodding at you in thanks
“To be honest, I have no real reason ta think that will be the case. But there’s always the chance that the next moment will change everything.” Harry bit his lip, gripping your hand, looking back at the mountain
“Tomorrow…is my seventeenth birthday. So then I’ll go…and make my way up the mountain.”
“Harry dude are you okay?!” Harry’s eyes snapped open, looking around widely, seeing Jay, Gil, Uma, (y/n), Ben, and Harriet leaning over him, all looking worried. “You just blacked out,” Jay said, helping him sit up.
“um, aye, yeah, im-im good” Harry muttered, looking around, seeing the white horse nuzzling (y/n)s mare.
“Are you sure, you just passed out!?” Harry locked his jaw, standing up and pushing past the crowd.
“I'm fine” Harry walked towards the two horses, the white horse’s ears perking up when he came close. “hi, can I mount yeh?” Harry whispered the horse seemed to nod, letting Harry lead it to a tall rock so he could get on.
You stood from where you were kneeling and walked over to (horse’s name) and mounted her, quickly moving into a trot to keep pace behind Harry.
What had happened to harry that had made him blackout? and he had done it as soon as you said that sentence.
You sighed, eyes drifting, finding a run-down horse statue on his hind legs rearing up.
You had seen it before.
But where?
--end of part 9--
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70 Years Too Late Chapter Five
Summary: The reader and Steve dates in the 40′s but when Steven gets frozen she can’t take life without him. So she asks her friend Howard to freeze her until they can find a way to get him back. But what happens when she gets to the future and he’s dating someone new?
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“Y/n? As in Howard’s best friend Y/n? The one that he never stopped loving but just abandoned him that Y/n?” Tony said, his voice increasingly get louder by the minute. So this was Howie’s son. I get he got blessed with good genes the man looked like a goddamn fox. Age was definitely his friend, I wonder if Howie aged as well as his son. Speaking of Howard.
“Yes that’s me. I didn’t want to leave him he’s my best friend. I never meant to hurt him. Where is he? There’s so much he needs to tell me? Did they find Steve?” I rush and try to get up from the table but a as soon as my feet hit the ground a wave of nausea hit me like a truck and I flew to the nearest trash can, spewing out anything that would come out. Not like I had time to eat anything while I was getting a lifetime of sleep.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay just get it out darling,” Tony said as he rubbed my back. Great just what I needed a hot guy watching me spill my guts.
“So where is Howard,” I say trying to get up but loosing my balance but before I could fall I felt two arms wrap around me keeping me from falling. I look up at the face those arms belonged to, and was met with the charming man that is Tony stark the apple didn’t fall far from the tree with the charm.
“You alright there, hon” he chuckled, smiling a smile almost as beautiful as Steve’s.... I said almost. 
“Yeah I’m fine” I said as I get out of his arms. “I just have a lot of work to do. Oh crap I still didn’t check in with the boss, he’ll want to know I’m back and Howard must have work for me. I got to go” I said rushing out.
“Wait I don’t think it’s like you remember! Mama! Y/N!” He shouted as Dr. Banner and him run after me.
“Ashburn! I need those papers on my desk. And Carter I need to see you for the briefing. Smith stop staring at my ass!” I yell walking around seeing as I was kinda the one who ran the building. I stopped after I realized no one was following my instructions. If fact not one of my team mates were even there. Not Carter not Howard not even Smith. It was just a room filled with people in funny suits. Did they make more super soldiers I didn’t know about?
“Who are you people and where is my team! Where is Howard? Carter! What’s going on?” I rush out as I get strange looks from everyone in the room.
“Mrs. L/N, I think you might want to take a seat” a guy with an eye patch said to me as he pointed at an open seat on the couch.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you babe” tony smirked as he led me to the seat. And I was continuing to get weird looks from everyone there.
“Who’s mrs daisy over here?” One of them snickered.
“Excuse me and who are you? I don’t remember giving you permission to talk. And all of you, you look at me you don’t talk to me unless I give you the right to do so I don’t know who let you up here. But I am the high ranking agent here. So I won’t take your bullshit do I make myself clear solider!” I shout in my Lieutenant voice.
“Ah yes sir... I mean mama” he stuttered and sat up straight. And everyone was either too stunned to say anything or trying to keep their laughs in much like tony.
“L/N” eye patch said again “do you know what time period we’re in?” He asked carefully.
“Well judging from the lack of respect and terrible outfit choices im gonna guess we’re not in the 40’s anymore sir” I said with my head held high and looking straight. We were never allowed to look our superiors in the eye, that was a like a big f u to the big man. He wasn’t our friend he was our boss.
“Y/n you can look me in the face. Like you said it’s not the 40’s anymore” he smiled.
“Sorry sir force of habit. We’re not allowed to look our superiors in the eyes it’s a sign of being to comfortable and we can’t risk getting too comfortable” I say.
“Woah she’s sounds like my aunt Peggy” someone said as they walked in and stood next to me looking me over and smiled.
“You know Peggy Carter? I must speak with her this instant she must be worried sick I didnt even say goodbye” I said to her.
“Mama that’s what I wanted to discuss” eye patch spoke slowly.
“Well get on with it sir. And please don’t call me mama that makes it sound like I’m 50. Y/N is fine.”
“Well Y/N were in the year 2013 and Howard and Carter... they’re dead” he looked down.
“What? I... you can’t be serious. I told Howard I would see him again. This isn’t real this is a joke Howard put you up to this didn’t he.. he had to hes always doing shit like this” I say sitting back down shaking my head back and forth I look around the room at all the faces trying to find a hint of doubt on them. But all I saw was pitty.
“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay” tony said as he sat down next to me and rubbed my back. I turned to him and hugged him as hard as I could holding on for dear life and he instantly hugged back whispering kind words into my ear. Everyone kinda looked at Tony like wtf.
“Wait your Y/N L/N? My Peggy talked about u all the time” the girl smiled at me once I calmed down.
“Yeah. She was my best friend. I could tell you so many stories about the shit we got into. She was the best” I smile remembering Peggy.
“Wait your the agent who punched a Nazi omg your like my idol” a red head said and looked at me with admiration.
“Yeah well how could you not punch one of those guys after spending a week under cover. It was hard not to do it sooner” I smiled at her.
After that everyone just kept asking me questions and I learned everyone’s names.
“That’s amazing. No wonder you ran this place back in the day” Clint said.
“Yeah well all the men here were completely useless. Except for Howie he knew what he was doing” I smiled at Tony as he held his head high with pride for his dad.
“Yep I got the smart gene from him.” Tony said sitting back on the couch with a big grin on his face.
“Yeah you also got the cock sure gene too. You know he once bet me 20 that he could get me to sleep with him within the first week we met each other. I won 20 bucks that day.” I laughed at the horrified look on Tony’s face.
“Okay I didn’t need to know about my dads sexual life thank you very much.” He said as everyone laughed.
“Y/N?!?” Someone from the doorway yelled.
“Bucks?!?” I shouted with wide eyes as I ran to him. He picked me up and spun me around a couple times before putting me down.
“So I guess you know Bucky” Rhodey laughed.
“Aye winter boys got a friend” Sam joked as Bucky flipped him off.
“Y/n Babe what are you doing here. I thought you were dead?” Bucky said stunned.
“Yeah well I just couldn’t live without Steve so I had Howie freeze me till they found him” I said still smiling.
“Oh” he said his smile fading and his head hanging low like he knew something I didn’t.
“What? What is it? What aren’t you telling? Is Steve okay?”
“Yeah yeah Steve’s fine. He’s great actually... but there’s one thing...” he begins but he didn’t get a chance to finish because someone interrupted him.
“Y/N?”
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kinksvt · 5 years
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anon: Hello!!! Can you do a junhui fwb w/ fluff at the end?:”)
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→ pairing: junhui x reader
✱ genre/warnings: fwb!junhui, rough sex, bit of dirty talk, lotta fluff at the end with a hint of angst
✱ word count: 3,232
a/n: sorry for another long wait! but i hope you enjoy!
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Since the moment you and Jun met, you both knew that what your friendship delivered, it wouldn't be close to just friends.
Since the day he went to a party and drunk texted you that he couldn't even focus on the girl that he was trying to hit it and quit it because he wished it was instead you, things would never just be a friendship. After a night of talking that slowly escalated into suggestive texting into straight out dirty talk and more than revealing pictures of the two of you, it changed the way you and Jun would see your so-called "friendship." But of course, neither of you minded so. You both didn't have anyone in your life besides each other, nor any plans for a relationship.
Thus how you two came up with "Y/N and Junhui's Guide to Benefits." In that guide, there were, rules, to keep your "friendship" steady and without any harm.
Rule number one, you cannot sleep with anyone else without knowledge of the other. Because, for your sake at least, you don't want to catch anything from Jun's horny ass trying to bang anyone he can get his hands on.
Rule number two, you cannot act on anything sexual in the bedroom without the other's approval. I.E that time Jun almost broke your ass because he wanted to try anal without telling you which left you sitting on a bag of frozen fries for two days. Yeah, he still sticks with saying that he "could've sworn" he texted you about it and how you said "sure whatever" in response.
Rule number three, you can see other people, but you must tell the other beforehand. Flashback to when a few months ago into your new set boundaries—minus the rules that weren't yet established—Jun had began talking to a girl. Which led to her being suspicious of you two being so close and brought to the conclusion of kicking Jun in the balls and telling him to have fun with his "girlfriend." Even though you were specifically anything but.
Rule number four, no public skin ship, save it for behind the doors. It's bad enough that some of your friends have raised eyebrows at your guys' "relationship," saying that one of you two are bound to fall for the other sooner or later. But you also don't want people to think that you are taken when you both deep down, secretly wish were true.
And lastly, rule number five, if you do begin to fall for the other, say cantaloupe. You weren't sure why Jun settled on cantaloupe but you didn't bother to question his weirdness. For nearly a solid year already, your guys' agreement had gone smooth sailing—for the most part. Aside from only a few arguments and breaks in talking, everything remained steady and fine.
Ding!
[10:17 pm] Junnie: hey babygirl.
It was a Friday night, spent binge watching the rest of your favorite show just like every other day. There were times when Jun had joined you and ended up falling asleep on each other. But you were sure that this wouldn't be one of those days. Jun only called you babygirl when he needed you—hell, he used pet names when he needed you period.
[10:19 pm] You: hii, what's up?
You really didn't need to guess what was up though, you liked to act coy and make him admit to what he really wants.
[10:20 pm] Junnie: mmm i bet u already know baby
[10:20 pm] You: do i??
[10:20 pm] You: are you sure?
[10:20 pm] Junnie: dont act like that baby
[10:21 pm] Junnie: or else.
[10:22 pm] You: but juuuuunnnnnn
[10:22 pm] You: im tiredddd :(((
[10:23 pm] Junnie: thats never been a problem before
[10:23 pm] Junnie: now open the door its cold out here
You rolled your eyes, not surprised that he was already there, basically waiting to ask you to let him in. Sighing, you dropped your phone onto the couch and paused your show—getting up to fulfill Jun's plead. Jun's ears perked up when he heard your footsteps get nearer, the sudden click of the door followed by your face instantly made standing in the cold all worth it.
"Get in here you dork," you said, opening the door and moving out of the way for the tall male to enter.
"Don't have to tell me twice," he replied as he hurried inside, pushing off his jacket and shoes.
You laughed to yourself and made your way back over to your spot on the couch. Unfortunately, you hadn't noticed that your hips had a bit more of a sway to it, making Jun silently and smirk slightly. He watched you like a predator as you sat on the couch. You only wore a sweater and shorts, not bothering to go back to your room to put on joggers to cover your cold legs. But, since you hadn't worn a bra—because why would you need an unbearable underwire sticking into your torso when you could be comfortable—Jun noticed that your nipples slightly protruded from the material. He swallowed and was, thoroughly reminded of the reason why he came here in the first place. When he had taken longer than usual to come over to you, you glanced over at Jun, seeing him standing there and watching you.
"What?" You asked, unknowingly. The conversation you two had merely minutes ago already slipped from your mind, until your eyes traveled a bit far than intended and you were also reminded of why Jun came over. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something about it? Hm?" You teased him, a smirk toying at the corners of your lips.
Jun chuckled, his voice dangerously low. "I'm not gonna do something about it," was all he responded with, not moving from his spot even an inch. You tilted your head the slightest, knowing he wouldn't not do anything about his hard-on. "You are." Your eyes widened, making Jun smirk and he beckoned you to come to him. Slowly but surely, you walked to where he stood.
You kept your head down until the sound of Jun's fingers snapping captured your attention. His eyes were dark, darker than usual, as he stared into you and his arm moved. His index finger pointed to the floor, asking you silently to get on the floor. You did as he inaudibly asked and got on your knees, looking up at him. "Good girl." He bent down and grabbed your chin, lifting you a bit so he could kiss you.
The kiss was soft but needy at the same time. His tongue didn't waste any time prying its way into your mouth, grazing over your own. You moaned and Jun groaned in response, his cock twitching in his jeans at your sounds. You moved your legs out from under you and Jun got closer. He lowered you to the floor as you two never stopped making out. As soon as your head was on the floor—safely—he broke the kiss and went for your neck. "Ah. Jun,"
He shushed you as he trailed his hot, open-mouthed kisses all around your neck. His cold hand shocked you as it grazed along your hips, going up your torso, underneath your sweater and grabbing onto your breast. "Missed you so much, princess." Jun's voice was muffled as he sucked fresh hickeys onto your collarbone, his hands groping you.
"I- ah!" As you were about to respond, you felt pressure on your clit, a broken moan slipping past your lips. "I know you missed me, baby. I can feel how wet you are already."
You shifted against his touch, "Please Jun, n-no teasing."
He chuckled, "Whatever you want, baby." You lifted your hips as Jun's fingers slipped past the band of your shorts, dragging them down your legs. You sat up and lifted your sweater off of your torso, the cold air hitting your nipples, making you shiver but also get even more wet at the feeling. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." His warm but still cold hands found their way back to your breasts, toying with your nipples.
Leaning into his touch you whined, "Junnie," you whispered.
"Yes baby?" He leaned down to kiss your neck, your hands finding purchase in his hair.
"Please," you breathed, "just fuck me."
Jun groaned, your words sending sensation right down to his cock. "With pleasure," he roughly tugged down your underwear and hastily got out of his jeans. His cock strained against his underwear, cursing you both for being so needy.
If you weren't so turned on, you would've spent the entire night sucking his dick. "Wait," you stopped him as he continued to strip. "Can we move to the couch?"
He laughed and helped you up off the floor. You ran to your requested area as he searched his jean pockets and joined you. "Better, baby?"
"Much."
He leaned down to give you a quick kiss and tore his underwear off. Jun pumped his cock a few times, making your heat clench around nothing. He opened a condom he brought with and rolled it onto his length. "Ready?" Jun asked, his hand settling beside your head on the couch, positioning himself.
You silently nodded and he pushed his cock into your pussy. With a whine, you scratched his back, his girth stretching you in the slightest, but most pleasurable, way. "Fuck, Y/N," he looked down at you, admiring the way you already looked completely wrecked and you two hadn't even started. "God you're so fucking perfect," Jun said as he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into you, knocking the breath out of your chest.
"J-Jun!" He fucked into you, making your tits bounce with every thrust.
"You feel so good, baby." Jun moaned rather loudly, he threw his head back and relished in the way your walls hugged him. Jun's cock slid in and out of you, hitting all the spots that made you whimper and cry out his name.
You desperately searched for his hand, your eyes squeezed shut from ecstasy. He got the hint and grabbed your hand, your fingers intertwining together. "A-ah, Jun, f-fuck." You squealed, and gripped his hand tightly.
"Hold on baby," he said suddenly. You opened your eyes as he slowed his pace down. Jun grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders and held your thighs. He pulled out all the way this time, your juices exiting your pussy and dripping down onto the couch. "You're dripping for me, Y/N.." he said dreamily as he observed the way your heat began to clench again.
"P-Please, please! Jun, put it back in. I'm begging you." Your nails scraped his thigh, trying to grab it. You felt empty and he hadn’t even been out of you for a minute. You needed him badly.
Jun slapped his cock against you, making you jolt from the action. "So so desperate for me, aren't you?"
You began to get more impatient, "Wen Junhui, if you don't fuck me right now I swear to god I'll-" before you could finish, he granted your wish and rammed into you to the hilt, making you scream out his name. He didn't give you anytime to adjust and only began to fuck you harder, hitting you at a new angle as he held your thighs. You moaned with every movement he made, making you feel pathetic.
"Y/N, I've been so hard for s-so long. I couldn't stop thinking about you and fucking your pussy. Oh my god, f-fucking shit." You felt amazing around him. To Jun, it felt as if he hadn't had sex with you in forever.
"Y-Yes, yes please Jun. Please, h-harder." You breathed, feeling your orgasm building slowly. You glanced down at Jun's cock, shifting in and out of you, the sounds of it making your face flush.
Jun abruptly leaned forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moved your legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them behind him, wanting to feel him deeper in you. The soft, romantic kiss contrasted against his rough, harsh movements in you, making you get even more turned on. He kissed you gently, his lips like plush pillows against your own. You both breathed heavily through your noses, also cutting in between the kiss to catch your breaths. His tongue mangled with yours, fighting a war he knew he would win. The kiss, his cock moving at such an unbelievable pace made it too much for you, your orgasm building quicker and quicker with each second. "Jun, I'm gonna cum soon." You said against his lips and he whined.
"Me too, baby. Cum with me?" He didn't need a response, with the way you were looking—like a perfect ruined masterpiece—the sounds you made and the way you enveloped his length like you were made for him, he felt his own orgasm approaching as fast as yours. He sat up, never slowing down his movements as his thumb suddenly came into contact with your bundle of nerves.
You screamed, your clit pulsating with pleasure, developing a quick heartbeat. Your vision began to get fuzzy and your hearing getting muffled. The coil in your stomach was getting ready to go off, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. "J-Junnie, I-I'm gonna cum." You managed to tell him.
"Let it go, princess. Cum all over me." His words pushed you over the edge and with a hard clench around his cock, you came. Your walls clamped onto Jun and that was enough for him to cum as well. You both came with a loud moan of each other's names that you half expected to get calls of complaint from. Jun's cum spurted into the condom, his mouth forming a wide 'O,' and sighed contently. You both stayed in your positions, your heavy breathing the only thing audible in the humid room.
After a few short moments, Jun slowly pulled out of you, making you both hiss with sensitivity. He stood up and disappeared somewhere, discarding his soiled condom. He returned with a warm wash rag to clean you up and also all your clothes. "I wasn't too hard on you was I?" You giggled lightly, his hard side long gone with the condom he used.
You shook your head lightly as he wiped your juices off of you and tried his best to soak it up from the couch as well. You both were still naked but he stared into your eyes, making you feel weird. "What?" you questioned self consciously.
Jun didn't say anything, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked sad. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath, hoping you hadn't heard it.
But you did.
"What happened?" You sat up and got on your knees as he handed you your sweater.
He lifted himself off the couch and stepped into his underwear quickly. "Uhm, nothing!" Jun said, throwing his clothes on and beginning to get ready to leave.
"Wh-" you grabbed your own underwear and slipped them on, your eyes locked onto the figure briskly walking to the door. You decided screw the shorts and ran after him, grabbing his wrist. "Jun? What happened? Are you okay? Was.." you trailed off, nervous to ask your next question. "Was it not good?"
Jun faced away from you, eyes locked on the door. You let go of his wrist slowly, your heart hurting for a bit. He never just left after you two had sex, whether it was soft and romantic or rough and hard and lasted forever. Jun and you always stuck by each other, cuddling, eating and sometimes even falling asleep together afterwards. Why was he in such a rush to leave-?
Oh.
Looking down at the floor, you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. Hesitantly, you asked—afraid of the answer, "Are you, seeing someone?" Jun still didn't budge or say anything.
After a long silence of him arguing with himself, he drew in a deep breath. "Cantaloupe."
Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, recognizing the code word you two settled on, nearly a year ago. "I," you were speechless, you didn't know what to say. Your words were replaced with sand and it made your throat dry.
"I didn't mean to fall for you, Y/N. I didn't think I would but, how could I not?"
"Jun," you began to say before he cut you off.
"No. Let me, let me finish." You nodded in response, even though he still wasn’t facing you.
As if he read your mind, he slowly turned around. "I didn't think I would fall for you Y/N but, god how couldn't I? You're so beautiful and you've put up with me and my bullshit for so long. You even agreed to just being friends with benefits and although I've enjoyed that, very much. I feel like it's not enough for me." Jun felt as if he were going to cry. All the pent up emotions and feelings he's had brewing for you for the last few months were about to spill over. "I love you, Y/N. I-I really do. I look forward to waking up and seeing your texts, I look forward to coming over and seeing your pretty face, but it hurts my heart whenever I see you with anyone else."
A tear slipped its way from the brim of his eye and rolled down his cheek. "I remember when you started dating that Joshua guy and he just totally broke you in a way that I wouldn't wish on my sworn enemy. The way you cried in my arms, Y/N, stabbed my heart and didn't leave my mind for days. It killed me seeing you like that, so broken and hopeless."
You sniffled, your vision becoming a murmur of colors and Jun's figure in front of your main entrance. "Y/N," he shifted closer to you and grabbed your hands. "I am so crazy about you. And I love being your friend but, I want to be more. I've wanted to be more for so long I just, didn't know how to tell you. I want to be here with you and not at home, wondering if you'll change your mind one day and leave me. Or laying in my bed, worrying if you're debating whether or not to stay with me. I want to be yours, Y/N. And I want you to be mine. Please, I love you so much. Without the sex, you're still my best friend and my god, I'm certain that I'm in love with you." You swallowed dryly, your heart stinging in a good way. "What do you say, Y/N? Will you be my girlfriend?"
Smiling, you pulled his hands closer to you and wrapped your arms around his torso. Jun cooed inwardly, his own arms wrapping around your frame. "Yes Jun, of course I will." He smiled like an idiot, squeezing you ever so lightly.
“Thank god because if you said no, this would’ve been awkward for a long time.”
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wolfboywarmachine · 5 years
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shawn and i had a rly good conversation today about tommy livestreaming that turned into a mess set in our Self Indulgent Headcanon Verse
wixkaplan: y is tommy definitely one of those people who livestreams everything they do
mutantxagenda: He severely overestimates how interesting he/his commentary is like everyone who livestreams things
wixkaplan: tommy posts hours of footage of just him fuckig. sitting around eating cereal he's like "people LOVE ME" but half the audience is there bc he keeps accidentally getting family drama in the background
mutantxagenda: In that house I wager it’s more than half the time
wixkaplan: rictor makes an (unintentional) appearance and people lose their shit
mutantxagenda: Pietro would hate everything about that Not that he isn’t used to people having opinions about him, but stull Still*
wixkaplan: the suspicion is not helped when tommy's looking at the chat stream like "yes i know im very beautiful. 'who is-' oh, thats-" and billy goes TOMMYNO
mutantxagenda: There’s a sudden loud noise as billy knocks him out of his chair. The camera shows the ceiling for 45 solid seconds as they whisperfight just off screen
wixkaplan: the chat is going fucking batshit
mutantxagenda: Someone pay us to direct a marvel show
wixkaplan: tommy pops back up like "why are you guys freaking out he does this every day" @marvel: pls
mutantxagenda: Someone sees Rictor in the background walking into what they know is Pietro’s Room bc tommy has constantly pointed it out and said “we don’t go there, simba”
wixkaplan: FCK someones like THAT GUY WAS IN XFACTOR HES GAY and ppl are arguing over if they could possibly be right
mutantxagenda: Billy is literally sweating
wixkaplan: billy's like THIS IS FINE, IT'S NOTHING,  IT'S FINE chat: WHY HE LOOK LIKE THAT billy: 😨
mutantxagenda: Tommy is just like “THIS ISNT ABOUT PETE’S B-“ the screen goes black
wixkaplan: tommy doesn't stream again for three days
mutantxagenda: three seconds later tommy has sent a flurry of tweets @billy calling him 950 different names for hexing his camera
wixkaplan: hey guys. petey broke my phone so i had to get a new one. here i am"
mutantxagenda: LOL
wixkaplan: everyone's like coming up with conspiracy theories as to Why They Are Being So Shady billy's like "guys!!! really it's fine!!! nothing is going on it's fine!!!!"
mutantxagenda: Buzzfeed has an article the next day: Quicksilver, To Twink or not to Twink?
wixkaplan: @wiccan: i don't know why people are so obsessed with this we aren't hiding anything!!! everything is normal and good and fine they have a poll asking if ppl think pietro tops or not
mutantxagenda: The article is just a list of shady things from Tommy’s livestreams and one of Rictor’s regulars at the club who says he saw Pietro there several times LOL I feel like the poll would be 80/20 leaning hard toward no
wixkaplan: pietro would be so mad about that WHAT. why would they POSSIBLY - NO, I WON'T CALM DOWN
mutantxagenda: Billy tries frantically to tell him it doesn’t matter. “THEN WHY IS IT A QUESTION”
wixkaplan: billy has never been so stressed in his life not even when the world was getting fucking eaten by parasites rictor just thinks it's kinda funny but he tries to avoid saying so bc he knows how pissy pietro is already
mutantxagenda: Rictor is a fast learner
wixkaplan: he's like "clearly they don't know what they're talking about" but he has to do the hand over his face thing so he looks marginally less amused
mutantxagenda: Wanda is just like “I really don’t understand why this is so upsetting” and Pietro can’t explain but that makes him more mad Erik suddenly turns around from the armchair no one knew he was sitting in and says “Pietro believes it’s emasculating” then goes back to his book
wixkaplan: tommy posts a two minute video of pietro spluttering angrily while everyone stares at him
mutantxagenda: Erik is like hermione when she had the time turner and everyone was always like WHEN DID YOU GET HERE freaking out
wixkaplan: he gets like two million views in the first twenty minutes
mutantxagenda: tommy is just “I’M ACCEPTING SPONSORS” off to the side He keeps trying to get converse to send him free shoes
wixkaplan: billy's just sitting in the corner like 😨 buzzfeed article posted 15 minutes later: QUICKSILVER BOTTOMING CONFIRMED????
mutantxagenda: Pietro starts demanding to know where the buzzfeed offices are tommy is like “what’re you gonna do, fuck Rictor for proof?”
wixkaplan: rictor's like "please don't"
mutantxagenda: “You could release a sex tape everyone does that now”
wixkaplan: he's come to the realization that pietro's family knows WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE and he's just sitting there like :|
mutantxagenda: Billy is like TOMMYSHUTUPIMBEGGINGYOU For a canonically distant and repressed family the headcanon Maximoffs are VERY close
wixkaplan: listen none of them can do middle ground
mutantxagenda: Very valid
wixkaplan: they record a video of pietro talking directly to the camera/buzzfeed but keep having to restart bc he starts making threats and billy's like PLEASE YOU CAN'T SAY THAT THEY WILL CALL THE POLICE "YOU THINK I'M AFRAID OF THE POLICE?"
mutantxagenda: Erik just chuckles in the background and billy gets a chill up his spine “The police won’t come here, William.”
wixkaplan: rictor's like 'what the fuck did i get myself into. what have i done.'
mutantxagenda: Someone has def asked him multiple times if the dick is rly that good To put up with all the rest of it
wixkaplan: "..." "..............................." "......................i'm not answering that" 
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chimchimchoo · 6 years
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Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 7
Genre: Pure fluff crack
Word Count: 1,369
Pair: Yoongi x Jimin
Collaborated with @tayvengeance
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
“CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!”
02-222-3333
Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.
authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/36107328 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin
Chat With Mochi_Moves:
2016.02.12
15:30
Mochi_Moves:
hey
sugar lips
c:
SUGA:
hey baby boy
do you even like it when I call you that?
I’ve never asked.
Mochi_Moves:
You can call me anything you like
but if you ever call me butterbean
i swear we’re ending this right here and now
SUGA:
why the fuck would I call you butterbean
what the fuck does that even mean?
butter doesn’t come from beans.
Mochi_Moves:
i’ve heard couples say it
(believe it or not)
i think i gagged a couple of times
SUGA:
not this fucking couple.
we’re classy.
I just send you one of these
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHIKf0f9E40
and I 100% know I got u.
Mochi_Moves:
and this is why i love you
my oojy coojy woojy moojy poo-poo
SUGA:
WHAT IN FUCK.
Mochi_Moves:
what’s wrong honey bunny buckles?
SUGA:
hi I don’t appreciate this name experimentation
you got going on
keep sugar lips
pls
im begging u
Mochi_Moves:
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sure thing sugar lips
it suits you best anyhow
SUGA:
:)
wow I love you
:) :) :) :)
so Valentines day is a shit fest holiday but it’s coming up
in like 2 days, and we’re dating.
So like were you expecting anything that day?
Mochi_Movies:
well
i mean
i was thinking of spending valentines day
as a pre-date
for our 3 month anniversary c:
it’s back to back
and i’m planning the big night this time
SUGA:
[:
whatcha planning, love?
Mochi_Moves:
i’ll tell you when the day gets closer
it’s still in the works
c:
SUGA:
Well
if you want
on valentines
we could get a hotel room
and spend the day alone together
Mochi_Moves:
should i
should i bring a polaroid camera?
SUGA:
;)
we might use it
Mochi_Moves:
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alright, i’ll bring it c;
SUGA:
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This is me on my way to make a reservation at the
Lotte hotel around here
Mochi_Moves:
wow, look at my man
i love him so much???
be careful with those good looks
someone can easily snatch you away
:c
SUGA:
But how can someone snatch my heart
when you already have it
Mochi_Moves:
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what country did i save in my past life to get myself a man like this
SUGA:
Weren’t you Mother Teresa?
Joan of Arc?
Gandhi?
any of those lives could have landed you me in this one
;)
Mochi_Moves:
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don’T MAKE ME CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE ROOM MIN YOONGI
SUGA:
I LOVE YOU
:D
Mochi_Moves:
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you’re lucky everyone else is grabbing food rn
SUGA:
oh you look delicious
wow
Mochi_Moves:
I know
i’m a full course meal that gets served at the queen’s palace
made by the most skilled italian chefs
c:
SUGA:
damn right you are
wow
and I get you all to myself.
I’m spoiled rotten
how did I deserve such a royal meal?
Mochi_Moves:
that’s just what we do
spoil each other rotten
i love it c:
SUGA:
Baby all I want to do is spoil you rotten
What do you want? I’ll get you anything you want
for valentines day
Mochi_Moves:
actually, i don’t really want anything
i already have everything i want
as disgustingly cliche as that sounds
it’s 100% true
SUGA:
well then i guess the only package you get to unwrap is mine
;)
Mochi_Moves:
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SUGA:
OH MY GOD
I WAS JUST JOKING
Mochi_Moves:
but
i wasn’t
SUGA:
………
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHIKf0f9E40
Mochi_Moves:
c:
start running to that hotel sugar lips
SUGA:
tsk tsk, too impatient, Jiminnie.
gotta build up to the moment.
Mochi_Moves:
ahh
ill try
c;
SUGA:
come with me to book this fucking room
and let me kiss you~
Mochi_Moves:
hmm
i guess the dance team can live without me for a few hours
give me 10 minutes
<3
SUGA:
Who said I’d let you go back to dance practice
;)
Mochi_Moves:
oh
OH
well by all means
i’m calling out sick
hoseok hyung can deal
and make that 5 minutes
c :
SUGA:
You’re so damn easy to please
i love it
yes
come to your favourite hyung~
Mochi_Moves:
actually make that 10 minutes
i need a coffee
wouldnt want me to fall asleep on you now would you?
can i grab anything for my sugar lips?
SUGA:
you know what I like :)
Mochi_Moves:
yes i know i know you’d like me
but what about something to /drink/
SUGA:
you can grab me a glass
because you’re the hydrating drink of water
that I’ve been craving all day
;)
Mochi_Moves:
oh my god
tall black coffee it is
and probably a condom
if that lust doesnt chill
SUGA:
I was gonna save the sex for valentines
but if you really want
;) ;) ;) ;)
Mochi_Moves:
mm
the condoms gonna be on hold
its gotta be special like you said
it can wait c:
SUGA:
good.
also
should there be music?
is there a song you wanna have sex to?
have you ever thought about this Jimin?
Mochi_Moves:
music??
but dont people always say that the voices alone
are music to their ears??
or was that just straight up poetic
SUGA:
I mean
in my dreams
when you moan my name
it puts fucking Bach to shame
Mochi_Moves:
oh my gOD
SUGA:
So is that a no on the music?
Mochi_Moves:
what about a piece with your piano?
id love nothing more than something of yours
what about
first love?
SUGA:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyHaRCMbx6A
what about this piece Namjoon filmed for class once
It’s called I Need U
Mochi_Moves:
wow
look at my beautiful man playing a beautiful song
i love it
its perfect
SUGA:
HAVE I NOT SHOWN YOU THIS VIDEO?
Mochi_Moves:
NO CLEARLY NOT
WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND ARE YOU
SUGA:
We filmed it that one day I had re-bleached my hair
before I dyed it silver
Because he said I looked like all innocent in all white
but
I Need U
yeah
I kinda wrote it
with you in mind
there’s no lyrics or anything
but the song is about idk
i guess how you help me live my best life?
Not to sound emo or anything
but
It’s like I need you because my crippling depression and
anxiety will take hold of me and you kinda ground me?
Idk I put a lot of emotional weight on you.
I’m sorry
but I’ve never been able to love like this before.
So yeah, another song for you.
How many songs have I made for you now?
Mochi_Moves:
Min Yoongi
never apologize for writing songs
if it expresses yourself better
and makes you happier
in fact
keep writing more
write as many as your heart desires
because shamelessly
i love it when you write songs about me
c:
SUGA:
Jiminnie
i’ll write you an album
20 songs
all 5 minutes long
no
2 albums
fuck, as many as it takes
I’ll write you songs until I physically can’t write anymore
Mochi_Moves:
for every song you write
i’ll create a choreography for it
just for you
SUGA:
Power couple.
that’s us.
Mochi_Moves:
just your typical disgustingly cute and Gay™ couple
SUGA:
so uh…
not to break up this charming conversation
because it is
and i love you
but
how’s that coffee coming along?
Mochi_Moves:
its tall (unlike you)
and hot
c:
SUGA:
*and hot (like you)
I think that’s what you meant
Mochi_Moves:
yes of course
i’d figure you knew
so i didn’t need to remind you
the tall fact
however
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SUGA:
yah
you’re the same fuckin height
shut your beautiful mouth
Mochi_Moves:
dont tell me how to live my life
SUGA:
It’s been like 11 minutes
where is my chim chim
:(
I need u baby
and that coffee
but mostly you
Chim Chiminnie
Chim Chiminnie
Chim Chim Cherrie
Yoongi’s as lucky as lucky can beeeee
Chim Chiminnie
Chim Chiminnie
Chim Chim Cheroo
I don’t know the rest of the song
but I sure do love you~
Mochi_Moves:
sorry
i ran into kookie on the way
did you just sing mary poppins??
anyway where are you
im at the hotel
but i cant find you
:c
theres just a bunch of tall business men here
and one short guy
oh wait
there you are!
SUGA:
fuck you
I’m inside
Mochi_Moves:
c:
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hkjhgjklhkjl · 6 years
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twink story hour
ok i think i gave brief snippets or summaries of my pride story on here before. but honestly . i wanted to preserve my modesty. and not give the full details because i try to pretend to be modest and pg online. and now im gonna be like, pg 13. still not giving the sordid details but i just have to tell the full tale because there are layers to this one. basically the most explicit thing that happens in this is that i mention a certain gay app that rhymes with finder but IM NOT [REDACTED] ON MAIN OKAY also im going to be talking about alcohol in here. i am also including . exclusive screenshots from the day. to immerse u in the story.
okay so there i was at dc pride. i got into the 21+ drinking area which is warranted because i am 21 even though the bouncer stared at my id for what felt like a solid 5 minutes and also confiscated my fuckign eyelash curler (Which i never got back by the way). i was also dressed like a twink version of darkness dementia raven way. crop top, choker, fishnets , black velvet combat boots, i had the works okay
so anyway i got a vodka soda. tried asking for straight vodka but they wouldnt let me. so im standing there sipping awkwardly on the side because i have no friends in dc. im kinda thinking im gonna leave soon because i am insecure and literally everyone else came with friends like NORMAL PEOPLE and there i am looking like a weirdo. And Then.
these two guys come in and one of them is like...........i claim to not have a type okay but this guy was 100% my type in extremely detailed and specific ways. down to the outfit im telling u. im over here trying not to stare in my corner. he gets in line to get a drink and leaves his friend behind...........who walks over to me and compliments my outfit. i start talking to him cause im starved for attention and im also very lonely. hes super nice. but in my head i am like shit his hot friend is going to be back soon rip whats going to happen
so in conversation hes like “oh my friend jake who went to get drinks blah blah blah” and im like “oh is that the one you were with a minute ago?” and hes like “yeah” and i make the ‘casually look away and sip my drink while obviously having something to say’ face and hes like “I THINK YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. do u think hes hot??? “ and im like YES LMAO
so the hot one who i now know is jake comes back. im like o hfuckign g gfdkjgdfk . and then, apparently choosing to throw all subtlety out of the window,the friend introduces jake and i and promptly says “I’ll just let you two talk :)” and turns away to talk to some random girl
..........except jake and i are both shy as fuck apparently, especially me, and we deadass stand there in complete silence pretending to pay attention to other things next to each other while sipping our drinks. im dying inside. im like okay im fucking ugley and awkward and nobody likes me and i want to go home now, this guy is obviously out of my league WHAT HAVE I DONE. so i immediately vacate the premises, chug the remainder of my vodka soda, and walk like 2 side streets down. as you can see from this screenshot of texts with my bf, TENSIONS WERE HIGH
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im like buzzed at this point and i call my boyfriend and rant about how nobody likes me and i have the sex appeal of a radish and how i am going to go home and sit in my room in the dark and cry while eating fruit snacks. this is all while im pacing up and down this random side street. hes like “no you have to go back!! that was your chance” but im like NO. so after the phone call i am preparing to walk home but i check grindr first cause ive been on it all day and its just fascinating to me to be on it during pride when everyones like 20 ft away.
And Then. I See It.
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LITERALLY??? WAJSKHKSLHGOSDG
so i reply “i felt insecure and awkward so i fled omg”, im like quaking in my black velvet combat boots. he says “come back” so i come back. he buys me another vodka soda. we went to his hotel after a while and this boy buys me a whole ass bottle of chardonnay and also chocolate cake. and then a lot of other stuff happened. also we went on another date recently and saw the incredibles 2 and drank a whole lot of wine. I really like him anyway thats all the details for now lmao the end
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