#and i can’t get my hands on pretzels at 2am
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Where Do We Stand? (Radio/static)
Yeah, I went whole ass horny with this one. One-sided fet!Vox pining after a drunk Alastor shows up hurt and sick at his doorstep. Lots of angsty shitass banter and a sprinkle of sexiness.
cw for a Val cameo and whump with blood mentions. Enjoy!
Vox’s security monitor keeps fucking glitching. His own screen flickers and Vox’s left eye squints, mouth forming a tilted line of annoyance. He lifts a teal claw to tap the screen but it fuzzes anew and in tune with a squalling sound.
What the fuck? This screen is brand fucking new!
He fills his lungs to call out for a fledgeling demon when another sound stops him. From the front of the building.
What the electric fuck?? It’s 2AM. Who the--
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The sounds twin with the glitching on the screens he was in the middle of editing with.
Rgh. I’m being stupid. Glitching electronics happen.
Still…
He rises from his personal study and follows the sound, finger scraping along the base of his screen like he used to do to his living chin before a big meeting.
The halls, unlike those in Vox’s security room, were dim, low light. The glow of his screen is enough to guide the way toward the double doors leading him in the direction the strange static leads him. Each speaker he passes grows louder, less crisp.
٨ــılııl٨ــ
It can’t be that. I saw him get fucked up. He wouldn’t come here. Why the f--
He wrenches the front door open to a pathetic, bloody, giggling--
“Alastor??”
“Why hellooo Vox~ Kfh-HK٨ــEHaha!!”
His smirk is cradled in flushed cheeks and beaded by dots of thick ichor. Holy shit. The fucking Radio Demon is crumpled on Vox’s front porch, folded into a disheveled pretzel, ears asymmetrical, eyes half black and glossy.
“Jesus fuck,” Vox reactively kneels, hands jutting toward his injured rival, but stopping just short, wrenching back as if Alastor’s body were laced with fire. His screen dims, brows knitting. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Visiting, obviously,” Alastor’s head lolls to the side, his wrist lazily rotating as if they were conversing over dinner, “was it not on your bucket list to see me at my worst, old pal?” His palm hovers over his face and his head cocks back, “EifSZk٨ــK!”
“God fucking dammit!” Vox laces his arms under Alastor’s, heaving him to wobbly legs with a slew of curses. “You came to me? Not your--ngh!” he drags him through the doorway, Alastor stumbling drunkenly, “Not your new friends?”
A keening laugh breaks through Al’s static, “Oh~ new friends. HaĦȺ. Well. They don’t trust me--”
“I don’t trust you,” Vox growls as he uses the toe of his shoe to wipe a smear of blood from the shiny tile. He shifts the Radio Demon so he can use his back to carry him the rest of the way to his room.
Well, this floor was clean. Vox will have to get someone to scrub the fuck out of the hall and immediately wipe their memory. That’ll be another all-nighter. Fuck.
Alastor props his pointed chin on Vox’s shoulder and flicks the antennae on his hat playfully. “Ahhh, but I know where you stand. I know what to expect from…hhh-ik!” he smushes his nose into Vox’s neck and shudders. “Nnnhـ٨ــhh…we were friends once…and I know you wouldn't let me die, not until you got me under the sheets.”
“Fucking hell--are you drunk?!”
Another cackle, “But of course! Ɐμɑ! How else was I to have the utter lunacy to come to your doorstep?”’
“Ugh…”
Finally in his bedroom, Vox uses his foot to slam the door shut, thanking Tesla he wasn’t sharing it with anyone tonight. He heaves Alastor onto the brand fucking new couch and groans, massaging his lower back with a few spicy curses.
Alastor slumps full out, dizzy and whirring, resting his cheek against the cool leather as he allows his eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds.
When they pop open, the ink of his power fades and the crescent of his smile thickens as he dances his gaze around the room.
“You’ve redecorated.” His throat rasps. “I don’t like it.”
“You never do.” Vox grumbles. His eyes roam over Al’s ravaged body, charred and seamed, coat in unholy tatters.
The Radio Demon wiggles a finger and even that small action looks like it exhausts him.
“Enjoying the view?”
Vox folds his arms, cocking his screen, “Just admiring Adam’s work.” He dips his teal finger under Al’s ripped vest and Alastor hisses. Vox pauses, throat tightening.
“Go on,” Al waves, “ignore my…noises.”
Vox mutters but continues peeling away some of the sticky fabric. “Al, Jesus this…this looks,” his eyes surge, “What the hell did you do?”
“Hfـ٨ـZX!”
Vox pauses, his system blipping. He sweeps a thumb across the base of the wound, making Alastor twitch in pain.
“It hurts that bad?”
“Not at all.”
“Fucking liar.”
“As ever.”
“I’m going to have to undo your vest.”
“Are you asking to undress me?”
Vox presses fingers to his screen, pixels beading in a prism where the pressure hits. “Al, Jesus, you know I wouldn’t--”
“I knew. Seven years ago. Things have changed.”
“Not that. Never that.”
Alastor scoffs. “Well, the company you keep.”
“You have no room to judge me or them, you fucking--”
“You’re right.”
Vox pauses, mid-breath. He flicks his gaze back up to Alastor, suddenly severe.
“I don’t.” Alastor says coolly.
Vox grinds his teeth assertively, “Those two helped me when I had no one. When I was at my fucking lowest. When I…”
“Mmm…I see.”
“Do you? Mr. I need no one?”
Al scoffs, a derisive snort. “What the hell do you think is happening right at this very moment?” he gestures down the length of his beaten corpse.
Vox’s vibrant eyes roam down the mangled form, his mouth shrinking into a tight crescent frown.
The glower slips from Alastor’s face as his lips contort into a twist, his fist winging up to catch a half-stifled, “GSZ’TF-Vـ٨ـvV!”
With his hands still on Alastor’s body, the jerking motion sets off a buzz of Vox's sensors, flushing his screen with a purple and pink glow.
Alastor wipes the side of his mouth and chuckles. “Ah~ Some things don’t change.”
“Fuck off.”
Al slips the top portion of his vest off and snorts at the look on his rival's face. “It’s embarrassing how badly you want to fuck me, Vox.”
“Will you stop analyzing me long enough for me to actually help you? Because I’m losing my patience here.”
“Fine.”
Vox grinds his mouth a severed frown at the corner of his screen as he dips closer to inspect Al’s chest. “What the hell did you do to it?!” The split skin is sewn together with some sort of green string--sloppily so, as if Al had done it half asleep and shivering. Which… actually tracks.
Alastor slaps his hand away with a grunt. “I’m no pharmacist, Vox. What do you expect from me? My expertise is pulling bodies apart, not piecing them together.”
“And you think I can do a better job?”
“Can you? Or are you more jealous you didn’t get to do it yourself?”
Vox mutters something and turns to rummage in a medicine cabinet.
A clattering knock has both men jutting ramrod stiff, Alastor wincing and scrunching his claw over his tattered wound.
“Vox~?” Valentino’s amorous voice floats through the closed door.
“Shit!” Vox glances at Alastor and his screen freezes, a line of pixels popping out in a shock of contrast.
Alastor’s smile stretches, his bleak eyes set in a wan but capricious leer. “Oh dear~”
“Shut-up!” Vox pings to Alastor’s side, his hand splaying over his mouth as Val’s voice floats through the door.
“Vox, darling? What’s the commotion in there?”
“Nothing!” Vox struggles to keep his voice neutral, even as Alastor’s lips move under his fingers, hot and damp. The breeze of his breaths flutter through his parted claws as he begins to pant, his grip on the wound growing firmer with a small shiver.
“Ff٨ــvv”
Oh Tesla, fuck no--
“Vox, can I come in, amorcito? I have…”
Vox misses Val’s next words, his screen blipping as Al’s face crinkles inward from the center, nose scrunching with a staccato of hitching breaths under the pressure of Vox’s palm.
“Hz͎̰͒c̩̍͋͐̚͠h̃́F!”
Godfuckingdamnshitb̷̧̝́į̵̇t̷̤͑͛c̴̻͊̂ḫ̷̨͘ç̵̉ơ̵̡̥c̶̰͒k̶͉̿̆ ̸̟̓
Another force presses against Al’s thigh, Vox’s erection growing reluctantly and brimming with flux. Alastor’s brows form a twisted V, a knowing look passing between them.
Vox feels his screen fuzz, as if he were experiencing a small surge. Then, a ping mildly akin to connecting to bluetooth.
((What--??))
((get--hh٨ــget rid of him)) Alastor’s thick staticky tone coat’s Vox’s inner speakers.
((You invaded my wifi??))
((Don’t be stu٨ــvphhii-)) the warm breath sweeps across Vox’s fingers and his screen crackles with energy, pixels oscillating with errors. But the voice isn't coming from Alastor's mouth. Only itchy breath.
((Control yourself, prick!)) Vox seethes through the wireless connection. He feels his rival’s breaths pulsing under his palm. Vox’s heartbeat speeds, matching the rhythm of threadbare hitches.
Alastor’s body wracks with a shudder. ((“Hvvv٨ــvXSH٨ــ!!”))
Vox feels the sneeze both vibrating his hand and within the walls of his mind. His own shiver is not one of fever but lust.
((Jesus fuck, Al.))
Alastor's smug grin stretches as he wraps his hand around Vox’s wrist and pries his teal claws from his face. ((You’d have a firmer chance of fucking him than me.))
RGH! Alastor’s head cracks to the side as Vox’s palm strikes his cheek, leaving a bold imprint on the side of his face. Dark blood paints a tiny ribbon on his lip as it curls into a soft smirk.
((Oh, I bet that felt good, enjoy it while you can get your filthy hands on me, you virtual fuck.))
Vox’s fangs vanish in an angry glitch for a brief nanosecond. ((I’m going to enjoy disinfecting your goddamn wounds and watching you writhe in antibacterial soap, shitass))
((Oddly, you’re not the first person to call me th--))
“Vox! Are you ignoring me??” Val’s voice swings from sugar to salt as it takes on a whiny tone.
With a pained grunt, Alastor shoves Vox away and snarls. ((You’d better go. Now))
((But you--))
((I’ll ħⱥꞥđłē it. Go))
Vox grunts pissily, but he knows Val is on the knife’s edge of impatiently storming in. The TV demon electrically ports to the door, his hand on the knob in seconds.
Before the moth can slip inside, Vox squeezes out of the room and clips it shut. Val glowers, cigarette holder snaked between the fingers of his upper hand.
“What the fuuuuck babe?” he whines. “What are you doing in there?” his lower arm trills toward Vox’s tighter than normal pants. “Your boner is bigger than the building, Luminosa.” His crooked grin ticks, pink essence beading at the corner, “Am I interrupting~ something?”
Vox’s fans sigh with a buzz. “Val, I’m just wor̴̗͠٨̵̠̔̓ “
A power surge overtakes him, making him groan, dropping his glitching screen into his palms. “H-k! Fv̵̨͛٨̴͈̀v̷͒͜٨̷̺̈!”
Valentino’s lower arms wind around Vox’s shoulders, his eyes drifting into concern. “What? What’s wrong?” His slim body bends at the waist to meet Vox’s, alarm spreading his wings to half mast.
“N-gh-nuh,” Vox hears Alastor’s voice mirrored in his internal speakers like an upload.
That fucker…
“Hih٨ــ! Their hitches twin across the connection, Vox’s body reacting to Alastor’s. “Heh-’̸̱͘SchË̴͇W̴̯̒H̸͓̕!̶̰͒!̷̮̐”̴̖͗ ̷͕̚ His screen flares brilliant blue, the jumbled onomatopoeia scrolling across the screen. “Gehh…snf!”
Val’s hands grip him tight, rooting him in reality. “Darling!” his tone peaks with coyness, “Are you unwell? Or are you playing~?” Pink venom inches down his fangs as his smile caresses his cheeks, his fingers gliding toward Vox’s groin salaciously.
Vox grunts, his palm smushed against the core of his screen as he attempts to sever the connection between himself and Alastor. “I’m٨ــhgk! I--”
Val’s hand grips his cock and he’s so hard and hot it could be the powerhouse to heat the flames of Hell itself.
“F-ffuuuhh--” he feels an encore of hitches from within his sensors. As Val fondles him, Al’s static strokes his modules. Vox’s claw crimps the fur on Valentino’s robe. His legs feel like gel and his free hand massaging the plasma of his screen is doing nothing to stave off the encroaching--
“IYZ’ETD̷̢͝C̶̗͕̙͇̟͒͌͠Ḩ̶͇̱͉͍͆Ž̷̬͋!̸̬̹̽͑!̶͇̥̜̜̆̋̄̋͘”
“Baby~” Val’s voice slinks along his skin, making him tingle with need. “Come to bed. I’ll take care of you...”
Suddenly, like the snap of a frayed cord, the connection to Alastor severs. Vox’s eye flares red and his heart stills for a full beat. Two.
What happened? He reaches out, opening pairing mode. Nothing.
He swallows and drops his hand, abandoning his lover’s touch.
“I--I’m fine, Val, I…I have to get this work done, I--” he backpedals, trying to swallow his heart back into his chest. “I just need a reboot and--”
Valentino visibly wilts, confusion washing his face as his antennae droop, “You…what??” his lips curl bitterly.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Vox is already threading through the doorway, “Night.” He slams it knowing he’ll pay for snubbing Val tomorrow. Physically and mentally. He spins to see Alastor flagging over the side of the couch, his wounds freshly split and gushing.
“Fuck!” Vox races to his side, snagging a towel and bracing it against his chest. “Why the fuck did you do that?? You had me going fucking crazy out there!”
Alastor grunts, face painted with cold agony, pushing himself up against Vox. “Nfg,” You’re wـﮩ٨ــwelcome,” he spits, ears flattening as he glares at Vox, “Would you rather he hear me?”
“Maybe!” Vox snarls, pressing the towel harder onto the wound to watch the Radio Demon wince, “Maybe I should have let him find you just to throw you to the curb. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with you--”
“Hـﮩ٨ـSZV!” The burst of noise makes Vox startle, his hands bunching in the fabric of Alastor’s suit as he pins himself to the sputtering Radio Demon.
Alastor gasps, his chest inflating against Vox’s. His fingers climb against his face, clamoring to cover his nose and mouth even as his shoulders shake with the effort of restraining himself just long enough to get them there.
Small grains of lightning leap around the edges of Vox’s screen. Each of Alastor’s panting inhales make his breaths buffer and lag. He dares not risk looking at the Radio Demon--one more bracing inhale would suck the air straight from his lungs. “HFZḨ̶͇̱͉͍͆٨ــŽ̷̬͋!̸̬̹̽͑!̶͇̥̜̜̆̋̄̋͘𝚇༽༼Ɀ!!”
Alastor jerks forward into Vox’s arms, painting the TV demon’s hands dark and wet. Vox does his best to tamp down a fresh burst of desire and rage as he leans Alastor back against the couch.
Alastor sucks in fresh beats of air before peering up at him, a smug curl of his lips, “That was grossly and pathetically inappropriate.” He rasps a small hacking laugh, lifting a finger to graze the thin edge of Vox’s screen, leaving behind a garden of friction. “I hope you enjoyed it while you can.”
Vox shunts his gaze, neck twisting to hide the flush of his glow. “Goddamn you.”
“Already happened.”
Vox stands and grabs the previously deserted box of bleedstop.
Alastor’s brow lifts as he scrubs his nose. “Are you still consuming the poison?”
Vox scoffs, dumping out two packs of the supply.
Interesting they have such a large stock…
“I do what I do for my own reasons.”
“M~ and do those ‘reasons’ have anything in relation to myself?”
“Tch,” he sprinkles the crystals into his palm, “not just you.”
“Good. I almost felt bad for a moment there. Hgk-!”
Vox slams the palm of powder onto Alastor’s chest, causing the Radio Demon to wince and wither, noise blaring from his core. “Hff-Fuck! Couldn’t have done that any--eighhh!”
Vox grinds the heel of his palm into the wound, crushing the powder into a paste and buttering it over the gash.
“Ffــ٨ــuck! Vox, is this really necessary?!”
“Oh, so very necessary,” Vox snarls.
Alastor mirrors it but his lips are peeled in a grimace. He did invite this with his baiting remarks after all. Deserved. As always.
Once the salve is administered, Vox leans back and rips open a large roll of gauze.
“Lean up so I can get the back.”
Al does, but the movement makes him shiver. When Vox reaches for him, Alastor recoils, sealing his eyes shut with a moan.
“Don't be a fucking baby, Al. This won’t take long.”
But Al is shuddering so hard his teeth are clicking.
“Al?”
“Hfvv…Cــ٨ــcold-d…”
Vox touches his skin and it feels hot--feverish. “Fuck.”
Al wobbles and sags against the couch, still shaking, his arms now wrapped around his bare shoulders. His knees wind up and his ears disappear behind his head. “V-Vox̵̡̰̾̍͘x̴̢̫̜̊̎͛͌…”
“Al, stay awake.” Vox exhales, fans spinning anxiously. “Stay awake!”
Goddammitgodd̶̻̫̪͛ǎ̷͚̬͌̍͝m̵̫̮͝i̷̼͔̤̻͕͐͒͐͝t̶̰̙̲̜̦͊̑͗̒͘G̶̹͚̽́͐Ő̸̖̀D̸̢̙̩̍̆̍̒͊F̵̼̝̣̦̪̈́̾̈́U̶̹͚͕̒͑̂̍͝Ċ̸̙͖K̶̺̎͂̒̚̕I̵͇͝N̷͕͈̐̇̕G̶͕̀͜D̷̡͓̻̘̼̑̿A̵̠̠̋͝Ḿ̸̯̭̝̥M̶̟̅̀̊̒̓Į̵͝T̶̼̮̮͂́̄!̴̺̤̫̺̓!̵͉̘̽̋͂̕
Alastor slips, descending further into the seams of the couch, his left eye fully black now.
“Al, fuck,” Vox grabs a blanket from his bed (brand new fucking blanket too goddam--) and wraps Alastor with it. It seems to warm him a bit, the Radio Demon letting out a chittering sigh. He looks up at Vox, deliriously muttering with a newly wedged smirk.
“It seems you are b-better at this.”
“Fuck you.” Vox grumbles as he tucks another blanket around him. “Some of us have to be around here…” He waits for another snipe about Valentino, but it doesn’t come. “I still need to wrap your wound.”
“Of course,” Al says, but he makes no move to allow this. Vox rolls his eyes and props his screen on his fist, watching the asshole drift lazily.
Hours later, after finally having gotten the stupid ass gauze wrapped around his stupid ass not sexy body, Alastor seems asleep, but you never know with that guy. And Vox does not plan to sleep, even if he didn’t have to clean floors and mesmerize assistants.
When he returns from cleanup, Alastor is awake--or at least rested enough to stand on his own. His ears are alert and his eyes have cleared back to their normal magenta.
He’s doing his best to button up the three remaining buttons on his mangled vest. He seems sober now and perfectly posh and asinine as ever.
Normal. Except for.
“Where’s your cane--”
“Microphone.”
Vox rolls his head to the side, “Fine, call it whatever in this afterlife. Where is it?”
“Gone. Disposed of.”
“Why?”
“It matters not. I don’t need it. I’m not--”
“I know, Al.” Vox dribbles a sigh. "Are you going to be--"
"Thanks for having me over, chum," Alastor interrupts him, strolling to the door and flicking a coin to Vox. “For the service.”
“Tch. Whatever.”
Al shrugs. “Keep it. I do not wish to owe you.” He tugs his coat straight and adjusts his bowtie.
“Oh, and Vox,” Alastor pauses, claws ticking along the grooves of the bedroom wall. “Never say never.”
Vox lifts a neon brow. “You mean…”
“Once you find the exception, it becomes easier and easier to justify each consecutive time. And then you become that which you abhor.”
Mist curls around the Radio Demon’s body, and he vanishes as if he’d never been present.
God damn him. Vox slams the door, even though he didn’t actually leave through it.
That’s why he hates Alastor so much. Because he’s right. He’s so often goddamn right.
#woof this took me way longer than I thought it would#but well here it is#i went fucking feral on this one yowza#i think i like drunk alastor way too much holy fuck#snz#snzfic#snz fic#haz/bin#ala/stor#v/ox#rad/iostatic#whump#illness#cw blood#cw injury#zen fanfic#snz fet#snzfucker#snz kink#fet!Vox
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Back to Sleep
Requested: 👍
Summary/Request: Can I request an imagine for Matthew Tkachuk?? Based on “back to sleep” by Chris brown 😍
Warning: fluffy smut, the tiniest bit of fluff
Author’s Note: I have a lot of feelings about this request lol. First, I originally thought that this was from the song prompt list but it’s not, which is totally good no sweat but I just had to double check. Second, I’ve never heard this song -- the last song I listened to from Chris Brown was Five Hours with Deorro and that was only because it came on when I was looking for hype music when I was going “clubbing;” remember those days? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, the next feeling is that when I looked up this song, I don’t know what i was expecting but I was expecting a) to find the cover as him with a baby or b) for this song to have the lyrics “fuck you back to sleep” but that’s on me lol. Because of all these feelings, I’m not sure how this imagine will turn out -- I predict it will be relatively short and maybe just completely smut? Yeah, that seems appropriate to me. It’s very, very, short. Shorter than I intended to be honest but it’s all smut so there wasn’t a lot that was going to happen anyway. Enjoy, anon! Thank you everyone for reading the junk that I put out there, it means a lot! Stay golden, loves! <3
P.S. I think I will have this song stuck in my head for days because of how many times it played on repeat while writing this 😬😬
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Matthew’s P.O.V
You thought you’d get back into town earlier but there was a weather warning and the plane couldn’t fly for a couple hours
“Sorry, babe,” you texted (Y/N) when you realized how late you’d be, “I know I said that we’d hang out tonight but the plane got delayed and we won’t land in Calgary until like 2 am”
“Maybe I can meet you at your place?” she sent back
“That would be nice but I’m gonna be really late...”
“Don’t worry!” you could practically hear her giggle through her screen, “I’ll take a nap now and then head over in an hour. I know where the key is”
“Okay,” you smiled to yourself, “I’ll see you when I get home”
“I’ll wait up for you 😉”
“You don’t have to”
“I know. I want to. I wanna welcome you home properly”
“Look forward to it 😜” you put your phone away and dropped your head to the back of your seat. The longer you sat around the airport, waiting for the warning to lift, the more you got increasingly agitated. “Hey do we know anything yet?” you asked Sean and Marky
“Nope” they both mumbled. It was another two hours before the team even boarded the plane and another 20 minutes after that until the plane actually took off. When you finally got home, it was 3 in the morning and you were hoping that (Y/N) hadn’t waited up for you; walking through the door, you smelled pizza that she must have brought over from her place and warmed up in the oven but you weren’t hungry, you just wanted to get upstairs to sleep.
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You made your way to Matt’s house around midnight, carrying a frozen pizza with you so he had something to eat besides chips or pretzels when he got back. Once the pizza was done, you took a slice for yourself and flipped through Netflix for a while before settling on the Office; if for nothing more than background noise. After a handful of episodes, you looked at the clock and noticed that it was nearly 2am and Matt still wasn’t home, so you started to clean everything up, keeping the pizza out in case he wanted a bite to eat before you made your way upstairs; you couldn’t stop your heavy eyelids from closing and you eventually drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard shuffling around you that you actually woke up
“Who’s there?” you whispered, hoping that it was just your boyfriend but fearing the worst
“Sorry baby,” Matt returned, “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep”
“I’m awake. I was awake” you lied
“No you weren’t” he laughed
“I’m awake now” you giggled before getting onto your knees and making your way down to kiss his neck as he sat at the foot of the bed
“Go back to sleep, (Y/N)” he whispered
“No,” you smirked, kissing his ear in the process, “I wanna welcome you home. I haven’t seen you in sooo long”
“We’ve both got early mornings tomorrow” he smiled
“I can’t sleep now,” you whined, “you’re here and you look so handsome with your hair all tousled like that” your hands roamed around his waist to undo his belt, letting your lips glide across his skin until he turned his head around, giving you the lustful look that always started a fire in your stomach. He smirked before moving his finger underneath your chin, bringing your lips to his so he could kiss you slowly, your hands still stationed on his waist until the kiss got too intense and he turned around, pushing you back against the mattress; pulling away to grin at your neediness and trace his fingers down your body
“I love your skin,” he whispered and you giggled, “I love your body”
“Mmm” you hummed as he began kissing your collarbones, his hand finding its way into your panties as his fingers hesitated over your clit
“Relax, baby” he hummed back, his free hand pinning your body down by your chest and you took a deep exhale, “let me take over”
“Matty...” you whispered before seeing him looking up at you, smirking at you and, as if by mind control, you dropped your head back onto the mattress while his fingers quickly pumped and curled inside of you. “Oh god,” you moaned, “oh fuck, Matt, shit” his ministrations were quick and you reached your first orgasm faster than you expected. He hovered back over you, kissing your nose before you pushed off his pants with your feet, laughing when you both forgot that he hadn’t taken his shoes off
“Oops” he chuckled, quickly sitting up and throwing off his shoes before you pulled him back to you, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss
“Fuck” you cried out as he thrust into you without warning, the bed beginning to squeak as his speed increased, “slow down, baby, fuck” you were already breathless when you forced him onto his back and began to ride his length, slowing down the pace enough for both of you to feel pleasure
“Shit,” he growled, “baby you look so good riding me”
“Mmmm, fuck Matt” you whimpered
“Fuck”
“Fuck” you repeated back to him, his hands gripping your hips to quicken your pace and you reached your second climax, riding him until you felt his legs shake; he rolled you onto your back and brushed your hair out of your face
“You’re beautiful” he smiled
“I love you” you smiled, pecking his lips before he leaned back down
“I hate that I woke you up”
“It’s okay, Matt” you giggled
“Let me fuck you back to sleep, baby” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as his hand drifted back to your core
“I’m already exhausted” you joked
“Then this won’t take long” he teased, circling your clit before you brought your hand to his member, stroking it quickly until he let out a guttural moan
“Does that feel good baby?” you moaned
“Fuck baby” he panted before you lined him up with your entrance, letting him ram his hips into yours. It didn’t take long before he was trembling above you
“Ready to sleep now baby?”
“No” he said breathlessly
“What?” you chuckled
“I was supposed to fuck you back to sleep, this wasn’t supposed to be the other way around...”
“You did, babe,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m ready to sleep, I’m ready to cuddle”
“Okay one sec” he said quickly, jumping up to grab a damp cloth before coming back into the room. He cleaned you up and got you a spare set of PJ’s before hopping under the covers and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you” he whispered close to your ear
“I love you, too” you smiled to yourself
“Can we do this every time? I like you riding me,” he laughed, “gives me a bit of a rest”
“How about we trade it up. Sometimes, I’m on top, other times, you’re on top. How about that?”
“Sounds good to me.”
#Matthew Tkachuk#Matthew Tkachuk request#Matthew Tkachuk imagine#Matthew Tkachuk smut#nhl#hockey#calgary flames#flames#calgary#masterlist#the other masterlist#song prompt masterlist
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Sokka S/O Headcanons!
from my matchups <3
i found a couple of em cute and decided to combine em all LSKDJFLKSDF
i got rid of the ones that were too specific to the person, but other than that, here you gooooo
here’s the zuko version, if you’re interested!
aang version here!
suki’s version here!!
toph, ty lee, and katara’s here!
if you like hugs, he’s your man
he loves giving you hugs
he’ll SQUISH you
but issokay- YOU LOVE IT LKSJDFLSJDF
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just THINK about the art dates you two would have
“okay okay, just try to guess what this is”
he would eagerly shove his drawings into yours
you would have no idea what it is- poor baby i- he tried, okay
MEANWHILE he loves loves loves your art sm and thinks its SO GOOD
he would def try to recreate some of your art and it would just be the sweetest thing 🥺💖 even if it doesn’t look exactly the same :)
even though he’s not nearly as good
its something both of you enjoy!
“LOOK AT MY DRAWING!!” “wow sokka... it’s.. great! what about mine??” “it’s great, but not as good as mine 😎”
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yall could sass each other back and forth
both of you would MAYBE hate each other sometimes but then yall would get along so well AHHHHHH
probably would tease each other a lot???
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he’s pretty kindhearted- although sometimes he may tend to focus on goals and whatnot
and sometimes he can be a bit... aggressive?? is that the word lskdjflskdf
ANYWAYS
overall, he’s a caring person <3
he will TOTALLY put in as much effort into the relationship, if not more!!
HE LOVES YOU AND HE WANTS TO SHOW IT
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he’ll totally throw a bunch of parties for you!!
“hi sokka i’m ho-” “SURPRISEEEE” “what’s the... occasion?” “NO REASON!!”
HE LOVES YOU HE LOVES YOU HE LOVES YOU
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he is definitely someone you can have fun with!!
it’ll never be boring with him as your s/o
tell me yall wouldn’t have prank wars
whether it’s you drawing on Sokka’s face when he’s asleep (which is often) or him replacing your toothpaste with frosting- it goes on forever, and none of you mention it directly
SOMETIMES it gets annoying, but issokay cuz you prank him back :D
the gaang def finds it annoying tho
“DID YOU TWO DO THIS.” “of course 😏”
LOTS of laughter between the two of you <3
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he’ll take you on trips to the beach
he’ll totally splash you in the waves
“DUDE SOKKA DO NOT-”
too late-you’re already drenched in sea water 🤪
looking for crabs together!!
“I FOUND ONE” “QUICK GRAB IT AHHHHH”
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or mayhaps a walk at the park!!
he just wants you by his side the whole time
crunching on dry leaves in the fall :D
yall would go out for ice cream after hehe
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movies for dayysssss
he’ll totally watch movies with you!!
you guys would have movie nights every Friday~
he WILL cry if it’s a sad movie (no shame in that tho I CRY ALL THE TIME WHEN WATCHING MOVIES)
“h-he’s deAD 😭😭😭”
he has definitely cried while watching up. definitely.
you would totally be comfortable with sokka!
he’ll make you feel SO SO loved
he’s literally so supportive and you would feel right at home with him :)
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yall can quote tiktoks and vines together
“uhm chile anyways”
*debby ryan*
“can you read this for me sokka?” “no because what up, i’m jared, i’m 19, and i never fking learned how to read” “SOKKA JUST READ THIS FOR ME PLEASE”
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10000/10 supportive baby
if you’re into music, he’ll go to EVERY SINGLE PERFORMANCE 💕
even if it’s a dress rehearsal
he’s screaming your name, cheering so loud lskjdflskdjf
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if you like to flirt, he’ll flirt back
will OCCASIONALLY get flustered at first
but pickup lines with this dudeee
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if you like skating, HE’LL SKATEBOARD WITH YOU!!
he kinda gives me skater boy vibes 😎
you two would skateboard around the neighborhood
if it’s during the day, you would skate and talk at the same time
can you even skate and talk at the same time sljkdflkjsdf IDK IDK
if it’s late at night, you would skate to an ice cream place that’s still open
he’ll get you ice cream, and yall would chill together for a bit :D
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GOING TO CONVENTIONS WITH SOKKA
if you like to cosplay, he’ll take you to a convention
he’s there for the food ngl
you’ll cosplay together!!
yall would probably have a cute matching costume :D
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2am convossss
“is water wet?”
“oh my gosh sokka it’s 2 in the morning. But no, water isn’t wet.”
“but like… water makes stuff wet.”
“yes, but it’s not wet. can water be dry? no.”
“OHH. okay. good night.”
“good night <3”
“... what about me? am I wet? hm. not yet 😏”
LSDKJFLSKJDFLKSJDF ANYWAYS
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he’ll be so so happy when you get him gifts
“YOU THOUGHT OF ME 🥺😭💕”
“of course!!”
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hiking to the top of a mountain together hehe
“let me carry you if you’re tired!!”
stubborn you would reply “i’m perfectly capable of walking mysel-”
too bad you’re already on his back lsjdfkl
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he loves to braid your hair when you’re reading!!
it gives his hands something to do
he’ll chat with you and braid at the same time!!
the braid itself isn’t very good, but the time spent together is 🥺
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please cook for him omg- he’ll love all the food you make him!
“THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER TASTED!” “Let me try some.” “NO, I’M NOT SHARING WITH YOU. MAKE YOUR OWN.” “SOKKA, I MADE THIS FOR BOTH OF US.”
he’ll lift the food out of reach and you end up giving up 😔
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SHOPPING DATES WITH SOKKA!!
you guys would go to a mall or outlet together!
first, get a snack, like a pretzel or a smoothie :D
then yall would head to the clothing shops!
he would choose an outfit for you, and you would choose one for him hehe
make him fashionable 😌
he would either get something really cute OR really fugly on purpose- it depends on his mood
if he wants to laugh at you for a bit, expect something hideous :D
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if you like music, you two would have a playlist yall work on together 👀
“ooh I like this song! Put it in our playlist.” “this song reminds me of you, add it”
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he would make you bookmarks!!
if you like to read, he would make you bookmarks for fun! maybe those photos from the photo booth?? Yknow the line of multiple photos
he would laminate those and decorate them for you to use 😭😭💕
stickers are a bookmark’s best friend :D
and every time you open up a book you see you and sokka posing in the goofiest poses
mY HEART SDLKFJSLDF
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sokka would love ALL of you!!
Including your flaws
in his eyes, you are PERFECT PERFECT OMG WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE YOU
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overprotective baby 😌
he will do all that he can to make you feel as safe as you can
he would do ANYTHING for you!!
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would rest his chin on your head when you’re just on your phone or reading, and wrap his arms around you!
sokka would LOVE you and would def make you feel like the most important person in the world
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play a sport? he would CHEER YOU ON and would love that you play a sport like
:O
is so excited for every game/match/practice
would play with you, even if he wasn’t good at it
helps you practice and get better :D
you would help him get better until he masters it
then it turns into a competition between you and him 🤷♀️ can’t help it
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you two would have the cutest art-related dates???
just chilling together, sokka drawing and you’re writing
would def make posters for your writing and advertise it for you
“yall see this poster”
“its for y/n’s writing 😌”
“you need to read it”
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you two would talk everyone else’s ears off
everyone’s lowkey tired of you guys
even sokka gets tired of you sometimes 😳
“can you just… shut up for a sec”
“no 💗”
but yall are cute so issokay :D
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hiking trips with sokka hiking trips with sokka hiking trips with sokka
he would be the one planning them, ofc
mapping out the routes and stuff, perfect scheduling
he’ll make sure you guys get home on time
“can we stop for a sec- it looks so pretty here!”
“okay, you have 5 minutes before we need to move on”
“it's all part of my schedule.”
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if you’re anxious, its okay :D
sokka will def help you feel better
will cuddle you
so much.
i hope you like cuddles sldkjflsjkdf
he’ll make Zuko make you tea so you can feel calmer!
this baby literally loves you sm <3
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hope you enjoy hehe <3
#writing#atla#atla headcanons#atla x you#atla x y/n#atla x reader#atla x yn#sokka x reader#sokka x you#sokka x y/n#sokka#sokka headcanon
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Prompt #2 and #3 - “I know it’s 2 in the morning, but do you want to…”
AND
“For you? I’d do anything.”
(Requested on Twitter)
“Matt? Matt? Matthew!” Sylvie exclaimed as she lifted her pillow and lightly thumped him with it, causing him to jolt awake. “God, you sleep like the dead.”
“What? What is it? Is it time?” he panicked, as he tried to get his bearings. He turned to the side and squinted his eyes to find Sylvie sitting on her knees beside him.
“No, it’s not time.” She said with a sigh.
“Babe, I have shift in the morning…” he said with a groan as he threw his pillow over his head.
“I know it’s 2 in the morning, but I can’t sleep. You want to go for a walk?” she asked softly. She knew it was a ridiculous request at this hour of the night, but she was uncomfortable and restless and had a million different thoughts in her mind. Maybe some fresh air would do her some good.
Matt lowered his pillow and looked up at Sylvie. She looked nervous. He didn’t blame her. Any day now their whole world was going to change. He had a lot of thoughts on his mind too. Maybe a walk at 2am was what they both needed.
“Even if I didn’t want to, I’d go anyway if it meant getting this baby out of you.” He teased as Sylvie grinned.
“You always say the sweetest things to me Matt Casey” she teased with a giggle as she quickly kissed him before moving to the end of the bed. “Now come help me tie my laces.”
Matt pulled a pair of discarded sweatpants on before walking to the end of the bed and bending down in front of his girlfriend to tie her shoelaces. This was a daily occurrence for them. At petite as her baby bump was, Sylvie still struggled to manoeuvre around it.
“Apparently walking is good for inducing labour but uh – do you think we could stop by Alberto’s for one of his double cheeseburgers?” Sylvie asked with a hopeful smile.
Matt chuckled, “I knew this was about more than a walk… but yeah, of course we can. Though you might have to suffer through the indigestion when we get back to bed.”
Sylvie shrugged, reaching her hands out for Matt to pull her up once he’d tied her laces, “I probably won’t sleep much anyway, even with the walk.” She said with a gulp before she waddled past him and out of the bedroom to get her coat.
Soon enough, Sylvie had one of her double cheeseburgers in hand and was happily munching away on it, her other arm linked through Matt’s to keep her steady. Another thing that her bump had messed with was her centre of gravity. It didn’t take much movement these days to make her stumble.
“God, this is so good. I think we might be single-handedly keeping Alberto’s in business.” Sylvie said. These cheeseburgers were the one thing she couldn’t be without over her pregnancy. Matt had made countless late night runs for them and she was eternally grateful to him for it.
“Our baby is going to be a cheeseburger addict.” Matt joked.
“There are worse things to be addicted to.” Sylvie reasoned. They walked in a steady silence for a little while as Sylvie finished her burger. There was something unexpectedly peaceful about being out in Chicago this late at night. They hadn’t strayed far from home, but far enough that they could see the skyline clearly in the distance. This was without a doubt their favourite city in the world and they couldn’t imagine raising their family anywhere else than in Chicago, in the house that they had bought and restored together.
“Thanks for coming out with me.” Sylvie said quietly.
“You know I’d do anything for you.” He insisted as she wrapped her arm tighter around his and leaned in slightly, allowing him to place a light kiss on her temple. “Any particular reason why you couldn’t sleep?” he asked curiously.
Sylvie looked down at the ground, “I was uncomfortable, it’s pretty hot tonight.” She reasoned.
Matt looked down at their attire. They were wrapped up in coats and scarfs. It definitely wasn’t hot tonight.
“You sure that’s all it is?”
“… yeah, I just—” Sylvie began before realising that there was no point holding back. They were in this parenting thing together and Matt had always been her rock. That wasn’t going to change now. “In a few days, we’re going to be parents and I know we’ve had months to prepare for it now, but I’m not sure anything could really prepare you for it.” She confessed. “So honestly? I’m pretty terrified. I could read all the parenting books in the world and still have no clue how to look after a baby. And can I love them with everything in me, but what if I still manage to screw it up?”
Matt let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in. He and Sylvie had spent so much time preparing for the baby, that they’d never really talked about their fears regarding parenthood. They’d kept it to themselves, not wanting to ruin the excitement of it all for the other person. Right now, Matt thought he should have known better than to think Sylvie wasn’t afraid.
“I know the feeling.” He confessed quietly as Sylvie turned her head to look at him. “I didn’t exactly have a great example of a father and there’s always been this voice in the back of my mind telling me that no matter what I do, I’ll turn out like him anyway. It’s in my blood to just be a bad dad.”
“You’re not your dad, Matt." Sylvie said instantly, her heart hurting knowing that he'd been feeling this way. "Just because you share blood doesn’t mean you’re doomed to be like him. We’re responsible for our own actions. Every choice you make as a man, as a firefighter, as a partner, as a father – those are your choices, and those choices are shaped by the man that you are. And you are a good man Matt Casey. You don’t have the kind of hatred and anger inside you that your dad had.” Sylvie assured him. “You really think I would be doing this with you if I didn’t think you’d be an amazing father?”
“You think I would be doing this with you if I didn’t think you’d be an amazing mother?” he countered as they stopped walking so they could turn and look at each other. “We’ll probably always have some fears about parenting and we definitely won’t always get it right. But we’ll be doing it together, every step of the way – and I don’t think there’s anything we can’t face without each other.”
Sylvie smiled, “I agree. And I may be nervous, but the thought of the smell of a newborn and their smooth, soft skin that I’ll just want to shower with kisses and their little, tiny fingers that will wrap so delicately around mine and their eyes that will no doubt be the perfect shade of blue...” she rhymed off with a little laugh.
Matt returned her smile, “And the way their eyes will light up when you walk into a room, the way we’ll make them laugh, the way they’ll make us laugh...”
Sylvie nodded her head gently, “The excitement of having all that takes over from any fears, huh?”
“Definitely. We’re going to be good parents Sylvie. I just know it.” He assured her, and himself as his hand came to rest on the side of her stomach, feeling their baby push against his palm. God, he couldn’t wait to meet this kid. He already loved them more than anything in this world.
“Yeah. We are.” She agreed as she looped her arm through his again and started to walk on. “Maybe I will be able to get some sleep tonight after all.” She said, feeling a lot more calm. “Though not if I don’t get some—”
“One step ahead of you” Matt said as he pulled a bag of chocolate covered pretzels causing Sylvie to gasp.
“You are my hero!” she said excitedly as she took the pretzels from him. These pretzels were another one of her cravings and Matt always made sure to carry a bag of them wherever they went. “Our baby is going to be cheeseburger and a pretzel addict—oh.” She said as she stopped suddenly, her hand quickly moving to her back as her face fell.
“You ok?” he asked quickly, holding an arm out to steady her.
“Yeah, I just got this weird pain in my bac—ah.” She said again as she grasped it a bit tighter. “Maybe the baby actually hates cheeseburgers and pretzels…”
Matt looked down at their feet, “Uh… I don’t think that has to do with your food choices babe…” he said as Sylvie followed his eyeline to the pool of water at her feet.
Her water just broke.
Holy crap her water just broke.
Sylvie looked up at Matt with wide eyes. This was happening, this was really happening. It was like the universe was just waiting for them to feel better about becoming parents before they allowed this baby to make their entrance.
And truthfully, their daughter’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect. They knew they were going to be good parents, but when they held her only a few hours later, they knew for certain they would be good parents.
They knew it would be impossible not to be when they already loved her so deeply.
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nalgenes and french toast
a/n: Tony angst for my college au ft. sweet ThorBruce/Odinson family moments just bc, and Stephen doing the most bc he loves tony more than anything
Anthony was honestly amazed at how well he could hold back his anguish. He woke up from one of the worst dreams of his life, just barely suppressing a cry that should have woken up Stephen beside him and Wong across the room. To his credit, Wong was a reasonably heavy sleeper and was less likely to be disturbed/woken up. On the other hand Stephen had a sixth sense for when Anthony was upset and could tell, even in his sleep, when he had nightmares. Anthony found it both incredible and pathetic that he managed to wake up and slip out of the room without waking up his boyfriend.
It wasn’t like he didn’t want Stephen to comfort him, he did. More than almost anything, Anthony wanted to be lulled by sweet nothings and comforting words until he fell asleep again, but that could come after he dealt with his emotional outburst. He just woke up from a dream where his beloved mother did a 180, caring for/about him as much (or as little) as Howard Stark did, and the thought of that ever happening was devastating. Maria was always warm and loving even when Anthony was at his worst, and she was his biggest supporter next to Stephen, so of course he was scared to relive that dream or lose her love in the waking world.
Anthony knew he could call his mother and talk to her, and she’d comfort him as soon as she realized he was upset. But what if she didn’t?What if someday she did stop loving him? What if the few people in his life who genuinely cared just decided that they were done dealing with him, and his sensitivity wasn’t a strength, but a reason to leave him? He wouldn’t even be worth it to associate with, not even because of his name and subsequent influence. Anthony didn’t think he was good for much besides being available for people to leech off of anyway, he was just a worthless, crying mess in the living room. He was just a coward.
He buried his head and curled up into a little ball, trying not to wake up Stephen or any of the others. What would they think if they saw him like this? Stephen had seen Anthony cry before, and he wasn’t likely to judge. Anthony never judged his boyfriend when he cried, but he didn’t want to be seen in this state. They could all change their minds about him if they saw how upset he was from a stupid nightmare.
There was too much at stake. Crying alone was safer.
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It always annoyed Stephen when he woke up in the middle of the night and realized he was thirsty. If he woke up at a certain time of night, it was damn near impossible to go back to sleep. Luckily it was only 2:16. He’d probably be able to fall back asleep before 3:00, even after going to the kitchen and filling up his Nalgene.
He slid out of bed, putting his socks back on when he realized that Anthony wasn’t beside him. Stephen wasn’t too worried, figuring he was just in the bathroom or enjoying a 2am snack. The living room lights were on, further leading Stephen to believe that Anthony was secretly eating one of his snacks (which he never minded, Anthony often forgot to eat and Stephen was used to his boyfriend taking food from him). But he didn’t find anything wholesome like Anthony eating Pretzel Goldfish, he instead stumbled into something heart-wrenching. Anthony was crying on the loveseat, wrapped in a blanket and still wearing the shirt he’d taken from Stephen that night.
Honestly, it went beyond just silent crying. Anthony’s entire body shook with powerful sobs, and even from the kitchen Stephen could see the effort it was taking him not to scream. What was wrong? Why would Anthony suddenly cry alone when he usually confided in him?
Stephen cleared his throat. “Hey, Ant?”
Anthony started, realizing that he wasn’t alone. “I’m fine.”
“Bullshit,” Stephen replied, setting his water bottle down and sitting beside his boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I...” Anthony shook his head, burying his face in his hands as he fought back another sob.
“Do you want a hug?” Stephen asked.
Anthony nodded desperately. “Please, I can’t do this on my own anymore, I can’t—”
Stephen pulled Anthony close, wrapping the blanket around the both of them and softly stroking his boyfriend’s back. “You don’t have to deal with anything alone, Anthony. I promise.”
Anthony nodded again, pressing himself closer to Stephen. “I do, or else everyone will leave me. Everyone will change their minds about wanting me around, and why wouldn’t you?”
“Hey, look at me,” Stephen said, gently cupping Anthony’s face and gazing into his teary brown eyes. “I won’t ever change my mind about you, and you’ll always have me.”
“I’m not good enough,” Anthony muttered. “For you to stay, I mean. And hasn’t it been insufferable, knowing me for all this time?”
“What? No, of course not love,” Stephen replied. “Never. There’s legitimately no one I would have rather had by my side growing up and going through life with. Everyday I get closer to you and I want that forever. There won’t ever be a day where I don’t want you in my life, as my significant other and as my best friend. You’re my everything, Anthony Stark, everything.”
Anthony did sob then, clutching fistfuls of Stephen’s shirt and holding him tightly as his emotions took the wheel.
“It’s okay,” Stephen soothed, hugging him even tighter. “I’ve got you, I’m never letting go. I’ll always be here, I swear.”
Anthony didn’t respond, he couldn’t. He was crying too hard to speak, worked up from Stephen’s words. They cut down his fears like an axe to a tree, but did he deserve such unconditional love? Why did Stephen still bother with him?
Stephen kissed his head softly, humming a relaxing tune to try and calm him down. It didn’t take long, it was still quite late and Anthony’s exhaustion was starting to take over.
He yawned. “Sorry for keeping you up.”
“Don’t apologize. I’d never ignore you crying, no matter how tired I was, and I wouldn’t go to sleep without knowing you’re okay,” Stephen replied. “What happened?”
“Hm?” Anthony was a little zoned out, listening to Stephen’s heartbeat in his ear.
“Why you come out here anyway?” Stephen asked gently, kissing him again.
“I woke up from a bad nightmare and felt really shaken. I knew I was upset the minute I woke up, and I didn’t want to wake you up over something that stupid,” Anthony confessed. “But I don’t have it in me to talk about it right now, Steph.”
“You don’t have to,” Stephen said. “Do you think you’d be able to go back to sleep?”
Anthony shrugged. “Maybe. I’m tired.”
“Hold on a minute. I have an idea,” Stephen said. He stood up, booping his boyfriend’s nose. “Wait here.”
Anthony rested his head on his arms while he waited, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. He was fighting to keep them open the entire time Stephen was gone (and he wasn’t even gone for that long), his eyes almost closed when Stephen returned. He didn’t pay much attention to what Stephen was doing, almost asleep when Stephen turned the lights off.
“Okay, c’mere,” Stephen said, inviting Anthony to cuddle again.
The engineering student moved clumsily into his boyfriend’s waiting arms, faintly registering something soft underneath them where the floor should have been. He hummed in question, snuggling closer to Stephen.
“You know how we sometimes slept on the cushions when I visited family in Italy with you?” Stephen asked. “A few years ago, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Anthony murmured, wrapping his arms around Stephen’s neck and resting his head on his shoulder. “We fell asleep on the deck the first night, watching the stars. I think Natasha has a photo either for our wedding or for blackmail purposes. Maybe both.”
Stephen smiled at the memory and at the thought of someday marrying him. “I wanted to recreate those nights, hence the couch cushions and all the blankets, to try and make you smile.”
Anthony hugged him tighter. “I love it. And I love you.”
“I love you so, so much,” Stephen replied, beginning to stroke Anthony’s back again. “And you know you can talk to me about anything. I’ll never judge you, I’m here for you no matter what.”
“I know, sometimes it just still doesn’t click that people actually want me in their lives,” Anthony said.
Stephen’s heart broke at the admission. “Believe me when I say this: I’ll always want you.”
Anthony didn’t respond verbally, hugging Stephen closer and finally allowing himself to relax. “I’m really tired,” he mumbled later, shifting slightly into another comfortable sleeping/cuddling position.
“Get some sleep,” Stephen encouraged him, kissing his hair.
“You’ll stay with me?” Anthony asked.
Stephen was overcome with love for Anthony, but also by a feral desire to protect him from anyone who ever tried to hurt him again. “Of course I will, and I don’t just mean tonight. I love you.”
Anthony yawned. “Love you most.”
Stephen hushed him softly, rolling his eyes at how argumentative Anthony could be even when he was this exhausted. “Goodnight, dumbass.”
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Stephen was the first to wake up, rudely awakened by the sound of the door slamming.
“Was anyone going to tell me that Thor is in love with me?” Bruce asked.
“How could you not know?” Wong asked.
“To be fair, the first time I told Anthony I loved him he thought I meant it platonically,” Stephen replied, looking fondly at his still-sleeping boyfriend. “I did have to clarify for him. But Bruce, it’s clear as day. What prescription are your glasses?”
Bruce flipped Stephen off from across the room.
“How is it that our two (2) smartest friends are also complete idiots?” Hela asked. “No offense Bruce, and I’d again like to welcome you to the family.”
“He basically already lives with us,” Loki muttered in mock complaint. He really didn’t have anything against Bruce, but he did have an image to maintain.
Wong cleared his throat. “Are you calling me a complete idiot? Because I’m clearly smarter than the entire group combined.”
“You’re also SHOUTING,” Anthony replied, now awake and glaring sleepily.
“Sorry Ant, but this isn’t the first time I’ve accidentally woken you up,” Wong said. “It probably won’t be the last.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me,” Anthony conceded. He looked over at Stephen. “Kiss?”
Stephen nodded with a smile. He was expecting a sweet, sort of lazy kiss and was not expecting Anthony to grab his shirt and crush their lips together for a mini makeout session. Nevertheless, Stephen couldn’t complain. “Jesus.”
“Good morning,” Anthony said impishly.
“You’re damn right it is,” Stephen replied, laying down again and pillowing his head on Anthony’s shoulder.
“Get a room,” Loki yelled, his mouth full of French toast.
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All of them. All the questions.
oof
1. Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?
I have sliding doors on my closet so it’s one open one closed.
2. Do You Have Freckles?
Nope!
3. Can You Whistle?
Nope (:
4. Last Song You Listened To.
I...don’t remember lmao, I think it was 6 Inch by Beyonce
5. What Is Your Favorite Color?
I don’t know if I have one tbh.
6. Relationship Status.
Currently juggling seven reply guys bc rona has everyone acting out of line, but single.
7. What Is The Temperature Right Now?
46º
8. Did You Wake Up Cranky?
Yes sdkjfhdlkf
9. How Many Followers?
215.
10. Zodiac Sign.
Aries/Aries/Cancer.
11. What Is Your Eye Color?
Brown.
12. Take A Vitamin Daily?
No.
13. Do You Sing In The Shower?
Yes, usually it’s Mitski or songs from musicals because you know. Former theater kid.
14. What Books Are You Reading?
The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch.
15. Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.
“As in earlier days” from the poem The Walk by Thomas Hardy
16. Favorite Anime?
OPM is the only anime I watch. Being Japanese American and fem aligned means having. Not great associations with anime tbh.
17. Last Person You Cried In Front Of?
I honestly can’t remember the last time I cried in front of someone
WAIT YES I DO
It was November 23rd and my little cousin and I watched Over the Garden Wall. Both of us cried at the end.
18. Do You Collect Anything?
I have a knife collection and an old rock collection from when I was younger. I also unintentionally have a major makeup collection. My lipstick collection is borderline embarrassing. In my defense it started in 7th grade.
19. What Did You Have For Lunch?
I uh. I didn’t have lunch skfjhdsljfh
20. Do You Dance In The Car?
I do!
21. Favorite Animal?
Dude I fucking love crows.
22. Do You Watch The Olympics?
Some of them! My mom was really athletic growing up (as in one of those kids that plays a sport every season in high school), so she watches a lot of them. We tend to watch figure skating (which I know little about but have strong opinions on), gymnastics, synchronized swimming, track, and judo.
23. What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?
Usually I’m in bed by 11 but I don’t go to sleep until 2am. Recently I’ve been getting to sleep at 7am.
24. Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?
It is currently three in the morning so no akslkjsahd
25. Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?
Ocean. I grew up in Northern California near the coast, and now I’m in a landlocked state. And you can kind of feel it, you know? The air doesn’t smell like salt and redwoods, the mountains aren’t there to hold up the sky so you just feel it pressing down on your chest. I miss the ocean.
26. Favorite Tumblr Blog?
I don’t know if I have a favorite. erikkillmongerdontpullout is funny and insightful, and I love dostoevskydocs’ poetry compilations.
27. Bottled Water Or Tap Water?
I grew up somewhere with access to really good tap water, so I’ll go with that.
28. What Makes You Happy?
Writing, spending time with friends, the feeling of dappled sunlight through the tree canopy.
29. Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.
30. Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?
With :)
31. Dogs Or Cats?
Dogs but I love cats too!
32. If You Were A Crayon What Color Would You Be?
Moss green!
33. PlayStation Or Xbox.
Xbox.
34. Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?
Ocean. I don’t trust lakes.
35. Do You Believe In Magic?
I believe in the supernatural, I don’t know if magic’s the right word. It’s more like a belief that there’s something more to the world than what we’re able to perceive.
36. What Color Shirt Are You Wearing?
Charcoal grey.
37. Can You Curl Your Tongue?
Yes! I can also make my tongue into a clover.
38. Do You Save Money Or Spend It?
A bit of both. I can be pretty frugal when I’m by myself but I inherited the need to pay for everything for my friends from my mom, so if my friends are around, I will try to muscle my way into paying for everything. This is usually unsuccessful bc my friends are in the same boat.
39. Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?
Yes. I’ve got a pink water bottle on my bedstand.
40. Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?
I mean. OPM lkjshdflkjdh I’ve been hyperfixating on it, but I also am pretty obsessed with OTGW (I have been for years).
41. Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?
No but I’ve had a few land on me.
42. Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?
Depends on the person. Overall, I’d say no, but my friends have significant sway over me.
43. Do You Have Strange Dreams?
Yes.
44. Do You Like Going On Airplanes?
I actually do. But only for short flights. Anything longer than 4 hours makes my body really hurt.
45. Name One Movie That Made You Cry.
Moana.
46. Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?
Sunflower seeds!
47. If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?
Orville Peck or Carseat Headrest.
48. Are You A Picky Eater?
Nope!
49. Are You A Heavy Sleeper?
Yeah.
50. Do You Fear Thunder/Lightning?
No, I actually love them. I sleep best when it’s thundering.
51. Do You Like To Read/Write?
Yes to both. I’m a Creative Writing major so dkljfhljkdf
52. Do You Like Your Music Loud?
Yeah! Though not as loud as some people, my ears are sensitive.
53. Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?
Wrap presents. I’m not a big fan of the smell of pumpkin, and wrapping presents is a tradition for my mom, brother and I. We’d put on some music, drink some hot chocolate, and wrap as many as possible. Then my brother and I would smuggle some wrapping paper to our rooms and wrap our mom’s gift.
54. Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?
Somebody that I Used to Know-Gotye (listen the song still slaps)
55. What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)
Winter/Spring transition. It hailed for 15 minutes straight yesterday.
56. What Are You Craving Right Now?
A popeyes 5 piece spicy chicken meal with fries and ranch. Can you tell I’ve thought about this?
57. Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.
I don’t wanna.
58. What Is Your Gender?
Nonbinary, but vaguely girl adjacent.
59. Coffee Or Tea?
I think coffee. I drink more tea, but I also drink exclusively green tea and chai (like the traditional chai made with milk not the chai teabags) and I really am not a black/white/earl grey tea person.
60. Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?
OOF Yeah I do
I’ve got a thousand word readers response to “The Other Boat” by E. M. Foster, a one thousand word journal about WWI, a reflective journal check in and a powerpoint I have to make for Sense and Sensibility for Brit Lit and I also am tutoring a few of my classmates
In my biological anthropology class I’ve got a Unit Exam and a few lectures to watch
For my internship/Teachers Assistant position I’ve got 17 10 page rough drafts to read and give in depth comments on as well as a portfolio I have to assemble for next year’s TA bc I’m transferring, phone meetings with the 17 students who wrote those rough drafts, and I’ve gotta compile some resources for my professor
I need to finish my memoir for my independent study and I have to present. my nonfiction memoir. to my classmates. on Zoom. I’m one of two people doing a nonfiction memoir for their independent study the rest are doing fiction, poetry or a literary analysis paper so like. My classmates are gonna be talking about their fiction piece and then I’m gonna be giving a 15 minute reading and Q&A about a piece that focuses on my trauma and being hate crimed so that’s fun.
I also gotta get some stuff done for my school’s lit magazine.
61. What Is Your Sexuality?
A known bisexual™
62. Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?
I try to but I forget.
63. Favorite Pokémon?
Togepi, Blissey and Togekiss.
64. Favorite Social Media?
I hate to say it but it’s tumblr.
65. What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?
If it’s longer than six stories, I’m not watching it. Unless I know they’re gonna be fun or we’re really close then I will.
66. Do You Get Homesick?
A bit. I’m still really homesick for my hometown tbh because that’s where all my family except for my parents are. I’m really close with my extended family, so being isolated from them feels like there’s an emptiness at my side.
67. Are You A Virgin?
No.
68. What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?
Redken Frizz Dismiss. I got those big fucking bottles you can get at Ulta where it’s like a gallon of shampoo so I haven’t had to buy any in over a year.
69. If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?
I’ve slept in my car before and I will do so again most likely. Also $60 is too much to spend for a motel room.
70. Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?
Yes. Though I’m much closer to my mom than my dad.
71. Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?
Idk shit about movies tbh.
72. Do You Miss Your Ex?
One of them yes, the others no. But the one I miss I also acknowledge is someone who had their place in my life at the time and helped me through some rough shit, but no longer has a place in my life. I appreciate the hell out of him though, and we’re on good terms.
73. What Is Your Favorite Quote Right Now?
I’ve got two!
“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth” –Ophelia, Hamlet
and
"Suffering feels religious if you do it right." –Chelsea Hodson
74. What Eye Color Do You Find Sexiest?
Brown. Especially the almost black-brown eyes.
75. Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?
Yes to both.
76. What Was The Last Thing You Ate?
Chocolate covered pretzels ljhflfsd
77. What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?
Toon Blast and 2048.
78. Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?
Holy shit I hate this question. Yes, of course I would. I don’t know why mentioning that the person is homeless is relevant. Homeless people are not somehow less worthy of CPR?? What the fuck.
79. Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?
...yes
80. Stalked Someone On A Social Network?
I’ve briefly skimmed over someone’s page after meeting them but I don’t lurk.
81. Do You Like Meeting New People?
Depends on my mood.
82. Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.
I hate my hands so this was pushing it.
83. Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?
Closed.
84. What Are Three Things You Did Today?
Corrected papers, walked my dog, did some writing.
85. What Do You Wear To Bed?
T-shirt and shorts.
86. List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.
Dude I can’t do that I have too many, I’ve been buying makeup for 7 years and I used to work next to a sephora
My makeup routine pre-rona was:
Sephora brand moisturizer
Milk Hydrogrip primer
Fenty Pro Filtr Hydrating Foundation
Maybelline Age Rewind Concealer
Anastasia Brow Definer
Glossier Cloud Paint
Fenty Sunstalkr Bronzer
Fenty Liquid Flyliner
Fenty Flypencil
Fenty Full Frontal Mascara
Fenty Glossbomb
It’s...an expensive routine.
87. Are You A Day Or Night Person?
Night to early morning.
88. List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.
I answered this one and I don’t want to reanswer it tbh ldkjfhds
89. Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.
I genuinely can’t remember any of my dreams right now. I remember a snippet of one where I was in a cave and I looked at the wall and I could see water running down it, reflecting in the torchlight but that’s literally it.
90. Favorite Soda Drink?
I’m a big pomegranate person, so Italian soda’s my go to.
91. What Sounds Are Your Favorite?
The sizzle of meat hitting a hot wok, rain, hail, thunder, the crunch of dry leaves. I also love the sound of Simone de Rochefort’s laugh. It’s so good.
92. Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?
Jeans.
93. How Do You Look Right Now?
Shitty.
94. Name Something That Relaxes You.
Skyrim ldskjfhd
95. What Tattoo Do You Want?
I really want to get my family’s mon on my ribcage and my mom’s Japanese name somewhere. I don’t know how my pain tolerance is but if I can handle it, I’d want to get at least a partial sleeve.
96. Favorite YouTuber?
Polygon and Watcher.
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The Last Stall | Sweet Pea x Reader
Prompt requested by anon: You get stoned and accidentally reveal your feelings for Sweets.
Request status: Closed
Warnings: mention of drug use, mild profanity
A/N: I have finally come down from my high after Jordan and Drew noticed me last night. It’s still so surreal to think about it holy shit :)
Huddled in the last stall of the bathroom, Toni giggles wildly before handing you the blunt she just puffed from. The two of you have been cooped up in the bathroom for almost an hour, smoking and talking and just reflecting on certain things. Obviously half of the conversation was complete gibberish, but it was moments like this that you really enjoyed. Neither of you were forcing a personality or trying to behave a certain way. You were both high and just talking about whatever came to mind.
You sucked in a long drag from the small blunt that would be finished with another two or three hits. “After we finish this, I think I brought my hash pen in my backpack,” you speak as Toni chuckles. You were a big smoker, you usually did it socially. But when you smoked, you smoked. There was no in between.
Toni flushed the bud of the blunt down the toilet as the two of you exited the small stall, checking the bathroom mirror to see how you looked. Your eyes were definitely red, less than Toni’s, but it was still obvious that you had been smoking. “I look like a shit show,” Toni huffs, ruffling her washed out pink hair. “Who the hell cares, let’s go,” she sighs, grabbing your arm, dragging you out of the bathroom.
When you exit, the music seems amplified since you enter the bathroom and the air outside of the bathroom smells clean, but with a tinge of musk. People paid no attention to you and Toni as you both walked to where Sweet Pea and Fangs played pool. The pool cue clacked against the cue ball, the sound reverberating in the near empty bar--unusual for a Saturday night. Sweets looked up from the game, smiling as he met your eyes. You could hear your heart beat, beating right out of your chest.
You had been friends with Pea for a few years now, but only now did you start to have a crush on him. It all started when one night you both took some of the later shifts at the Wyrm and ended up talking from closing time until four in the morning. You both told each other secrets that you had never told anyone else before. It sounded completely cheesy, but you never felt closer to someone else in your life. Ever since, just the sight of seeing Sweets made your head reel and your heart race.
Toni sat herself on a stool next to Fangs as he slung an arm over her. His scrunched up his nose, “Oh my God, how long were you two in there?” He wafts his nose, trying to dismiss the sweet, musky smell of cannabis away from his nostrils.
“Only an hour,” you shrug as Fangs widens his eyes.
He scoffs, “Only? Jesus, the two of you are crazy.”
The boys continue to play pool mindlessly as you and Toni sit and laugh loudly while devouring two bags of popcorn and a bag of pretzels. The jokes that were being told weren’t even funny. Everything that was being said just sounded funny because you were high. Your brain was telling you to shut up, but your body just went numb and started to laugh at the stupid words that fell from you and Toni’s lips. “You guys are acting like the two old men from the Muppets,” Sweet Pea comments as you glare at him.
You sit up and say, “Hey! We’re enjoying ourselves! Leave us alone, butt munch.” Toni laughs at your insult, throwing her head back to laugh wildly. “Tones, you’re so damn loud, Jesus, I hope you’re not this loud anywhere else.” She wiggles her brows teasingly as you slap her arm.
The two of you were delirious at this point. Toni laid on the couch, talking about the North Side and the new school, and she even started to talk about a kiss that she had with Jughead. None of you knew the verity of that statement--she may just be saying things because she’s so off the wall. You sat on the arm of the couch, playing with the pillowcase for, no lie, twenty minutes. “Alright, I think it’s time you two head home,” Sweets lays his pool cue across the table, taking your hand as you whine. You didn’t feel like going home to an empty trailer. “Come on. You’ll wanna get a good night’s sleep. You’ll thank me in the morning.”
Reluctantly, you take Pea’s hand as he wraps an arm around your waist. The slight contact made your heart thump faster. Fangs pulls Toni off the couch, waving good bye to you and Pea as you exit the Wyrm. “I just wanna take off my shoes,” you whine as Sweets helps you onto your motorcycle. “And I want french fries.”
He laughs before strapping his helmet onto your head as you study his face intently. He had the tip of his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration as he slouches down to buckled the helmet. His eyes were dark and kind as he smiled at you, slightly laughing at you near catatonic state. Sweets snaps his fingers in front of your face as you snap out of your trance. He laughs, “Stay with me, princess.” The nickname makes you smile lightly. “Do you wanna take a detour and go to Pop’s to get food?” he asks, raising his brows.
“Yes,” you immediately answer, the thought of food making your stomach growl.
Sweets climbs onto his motorcycle, revving the engine. “Pop’s it is. Hold on tight, princess. Can’t have the precious cargo damaged,” he says as you hold onto his waist tightly before he dashes off.
After patiently waiting on Pea’s bike for him to come out with your order to go, he brings you to your trailer. You sit at your small table, munching on the fries as Pea sits across from you, silently watching. As you drip the potato in ketchup, you speak, “Well, what’s new with you? You haven’t said much.”
He leans back in his chair and replies, “Because you haven’t stopped blabbering.” You blush and whisper a small sorry under his breath as he laughs. “No, it’s fine. It’s funny to watch,” he insists. “Nothing really though. I’ve just been caught up with studying. I wanna prove myself to the Riverdale teachers that we aren’t all they make out to be. Plus, I also made Varsity Basketball, so practice has consumed my time.”
You widen your eyes. “Wow, Sweets. That’s...great. Really. I’m proud of you, making a name for yourself,” you smiled, extending your hand out to touch him, squeezing it softly. Basketball? Shit, you just got so much hotter.
Sweets laughs and says, “Excuse me?” You look at him furrowing your brows. “I just got so much hotter?” he repeats, his left brow raised teasingly.
I said that out loud? Shit. Mayday. Back it up. Back it the hell up.
“I mean,” you start. “Yeah.” Oh my God, Y/N, what are you doing. “I think we both know that I’ve liked you for awhile now, Pea,” you reveal as your sober conscious starts to scream.
At first, Sweets is taken back, but a small smirk forms on his face. “Huh,” he says as you continue to mindlessly eat fries. “Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ll, uh, talk to you in the morning. Okay?” he says, excusing himself as you wave him goodbye.
When you wake up the next morning, you feel lethargic and run down. Your body aches for water, hydration sucked out of your body. Your stomach hurts like a bitch and you can only thank the 2am fries.
Slinking your way into the kitchen, you pour yourself a glass of water, sipping from it slowly. As you sip, you look at the kitchen table, reflecting at last night. Sweets putting on your helmet, taking you to Pop’s, staying with you until he say you were tired. And then it hit you. The conversation you had with Sweets last night. “Oh my God,” you slap your forehead.
Right when the words escape your lips, your phone buzzes. Hey, can I come over for a few? I wanna talk to you about something :)
“Oh, great,” you sigh, texting him to come over whenever. You slip on an over sized sweatshirt and pull your hair into a quick ponytail before he comes over. Withing about two minutes, he’s at the door, tapping softly, calling your name from outside. “Coming!” you call from your bedroom, looking at yourself one last time in the mirror before running to the door to open it. “Hi,” you smile as he returns one back.
“Hey,” he replies as you make room for him to walk in. “Feeling better today?” he asks. You groan and rub your forehead, causing him to laugh. “Still think that I’m so much hotter since I play basketball?” he teases, smirking and leaning back against your wall of the kitchen.
You could tell he was doing this half because he wanted to get a rise out of you and the other half because he wanted to know the truth. You groan, “Oh my God...I can’t believe I actually said that out loud. I must have looked like a total moron.”
Sweets looks at you, raising a brow. “You still didn’t answer my question...”
Looking up at him, you sigh, knowing the truth was going to have to come out now. “Sweets, I really cherish our friendship...But, lately, I’ve been feeling differently about us. Not in a bad way, but in a new way...” you bite your lip as you intently listen. “I like you, Pea. A lot. And if you don’t feel the same way, then that’s okay. The last thing I want is for things to be awkward between us.”
After you finish, you nervously await his answer. He pushes himself off the wall and takes a step towards you, a small smile on your face. “If I knew,” he starts, “it only took one blunt for you to confess your feelings for me, I would have done something sooner.” You laugh. “I like you, too, Y/N.”
With that, he dips his head down to connect his lips with yours sweetly and softly.
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Under Pressure
Story is also on A03 here:
http://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23570293/chapters/56548318
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“Everyone has a gift for something, even if it is the gift of being a good friend.”
“Mate come on. We’ll stock up on supplies before heading back to the hotel. I know you have run out of turtles. I’ve seen your Instagram post. We’ll be in and out. If we are going to relax this evening and chill out and have a proper catch up, we need beer and a lot of food. I know you are on a break from training.” Richard turned to look at his friend, who was trying his best to hide his growing smirk. “Come on Taron, I know you can’t resist that chocolate and caramel and pecan goodness.”
Taron couldn’t help but let a full grin fill his tired face and a small chuckle leave his lips. “Alright, ok. Fine.”
“Yes!” Richard clapped his friend on his knee. “7/11 it is then.” Richard turned his attention back to the road, as the traffic light turned green and headed for the nearest 7/11, the one he had been too many times while in Clearwater Florida during his time off. “It’ll be great mate. A few beers, lets order some pizza and have a sing song…” Richard nudged his friend again. “Come on Taron. Bit more enthusiasm.”
“No no, Richard, it sounds perfect.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, look sorry. It’s been a long few weeks. Filming has been tough this time. The action sequences are much more complicated then previous Kingsman.”
“Yeah man I know.”
“I’m exhausted.” Admitted Taron as he rubbed his eyes, not afraid to tell his friend how he was feeling, their relationship one of trust and confidence. “I’m glad to be able to get a day or two off before we get into the heavier stunts. May have to skip all the beer and junk though.”
Richard gave his friend an apologising look. He knew Taron was working his arse off for the new Kingsman movie and the tough training routine had taken its toll on him, even more so then the emotions he had to pull out for his role in Rocketman. Not too mention he had heard from Taron a few days earlier about a stunt that had gone wrong on set that had really shaken him, a stunt that had him hurled almost a hundred feet down a zip line before he had been stopped, his head inches from the ground. A frayed chord that broke at the pully at the top was the reason behind the accident, but thankfully Taron had been hooked up to a second line that saved him from hitting the ground hard. Needless to say, Taron had quickly admitted to Richard through that phone call that he was seriously startled by the incident and quite anxious and apprehensive about that particular stunt, glad to learn that he would not have to think about it until filming resumed again in a few days’ time. So Richard was more than relieved when Taron had taken him up on his offer of a break in Florida for two days before he had to be back on set in New York. He knew Taron needed to clear his head and what better place then the beautiful Clearwater Beach, where Richard was currently spending some time between filming for his own latest movie.
“A beer is not going to kill you, mate.”
“No but if my trainer finds out…” Taron yawned, rubbing his eyes again. “I might not even make it to beer Richard. Been up since 2am with that extra shoot this morning and then straight on a flight to Tampa. Haven’t slept much over the past four days and this heat is killing me.” Taron pulled his t-shirt away from his chest, shaking it a little to try and let the air circulate. He could already feel little beads of moisture pooling at the back of his neck.
“Air-con is your friend, my friend.” Richard turned the cool air-conditioning dial up, to blast the cool air in the car. “Lots of air-con at the hotel and look, we can pop the beer in the fridge. Let’s just see what happens. I’m happy to do whatever you want. It’s your few days away. We can catch up after you’ve slept.”
“Yeah that sounds good.” Replied Taron sleepily as he moved the direction of the air con fan to his face while Richard drove them towards the 7/11. “Jesus this heat is insane.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Said Richard, whose body had quickly climatized to the heat and humidity. “I say tomorrow, we head to the beach, grab some sun chairs, chill out and go for a swim. There is a breeze at the beach.”
“That I can definitely agree to.” Replied Taron quickly. He had been filming in New York and it was hot there but the humidity in Florida was something else. He couldn’t believe it when he stepped out of the airport and had to take off his check shirt once he walked outside and tie it around his waist while he waited for his friend. A day on the beach sounded just like heaven at the moment. He was secretly grateful that Richard had invited him to Florida for a few days. When his friend rang him, Taron had pretended to hum and ha over taking up Richard’s offer when he instantly knew he was going to accept. He didn’t want to make it seem obvious that he needed a break from filming. The last week on set had been very challenging to say the least and the stunt that had gone wrong had most definitely frightened him. It took a couple of hours before his hands stopped shaking and he was seriously spooked by the fall, still nursing some light bruising from the harness around his waist, even losing a night’s sleep over it and to be honest, he still had yet to have a decent night’s sleep, waking up tangled in the bed sheets after an upsetting dreams where he felt like he was falling. Now that he was in Florida with his friend, he was going to try and make the most of his time off, and not think about upcoming filming and stunts.
“Brilliant.” Richard took the turn into the 7/11 car park and parked the car close to the door. “Right, in an out yeah?”
“Yeah mate.”
Both men got out of the car and after Richard had made sure it was locked behind him, followed Taron in through the doors of the store.
Taron almost shivered with delight as the cool air con hit him, shaking his t-shirt again. “Air con,” he smiled as Richard walked past him, basket in hand. “Thank God for air-con.”
“You’ll get used to it mate. Right beer and junk…”
“…And turtles,” Finished Taron as they started to make their way through the store.
The two picked up some of their favourite snacks and threw them in the basket as they made their way towards the fridges looking for some beer.
Taron passed by a young woman who was speaking in a very animated tone, standing by the fridge, her basket on the floor as he followed Richard to the beer. He thought he had heard her say the name of one of his films but quickly shook the idea from his head as her laughter echoed down the aisle of fridges, following his friend as they reached the beer fridge and glanced in through the glass.
“Right, Corona?” asked Richard, looking at the brands is the fridge.
“Yeah sounds good.”
Richard pulled out an eight pack of bottles and carefully dropped them in the basket. “Now chocolate.” He grinned while Taron rolled his eyes but continued to follow Richard’s lead toward the confectionary aisle.
On the store floor, there was a steel basket waist high beside a shelf that was stocked to the brim with glass candles on sale. Richard stopped to look in the basket deciding that scented candles were not priority on his shopping list and turned around to look at the bags of sweets and chocolate. “What are you feeling like?” he asked as he glanced over the bags, while Taron was further down the aisle looking at the savoury and sweet snacks. “Milk duds? Nestle Crunch? Dove?”
“Definitely Milk duds and throw in some of those caramel m&m’s too.”
“There goes the training schedule,” laughed Richard but doing as his friend asked while Taron now checked out the jellies.
“Sour patch?” Taron questioned, ignoring his friends’ comment. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right, training schedule or not. He needed the sugar rush after months of restricted eating and exercise.
“Yeah sure.” Answered Richard and he heard the rattle of the bag as the jellies were put in the basket.
“Pretzels?” the two said at the same time, both holding a bag of pretzels out to each other, Taron’s salted and Richard’s chocolate covered. Taking to a fit of laughing, the two men chucked both bags of pretzels into the basket.
“Thanks Richard,” said Taron, as he walked towards his friend.
“They are just pretzels. Pretzels and beer. Good combo.”
“Not for the pretzels Richard. For inviting me out here. I really needed this.” Taron looked his friend straight in his eyes hoping he could hear the genuine tone of his voice, see the relief in his tired eyes of being away from set.
Richard took no time in pulling in friend in for a hug and it wasn’t a quick manly pat on the back hug, it was a proper hug between friends, one that Taron desperately needed. After couple of seconds, Richard patted his best friend on his back, ending the hug, but leaving a hand on Taron’s shoulder. “Anytime.” He simply said, finally seeing what Taron meant when he said he was exhausted. Dark black circles hung under his eyes, eyes that were normally bright with a spark, lighting up their green shade but now were dull and laden with fatigue. His friend needed sleep and rest. “Right shall we go pay and head back to the hotel. We might even get in a swim at the pool to cool off before you can get some kip.”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea.” Agreed Taron, pleased that Richard could understand what he was trying to say without saying it.
The two turned to make their way towards the cashier when both were stopped in their tracks by a deafening sound and smash of glass.
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When EXO Wants Cuddles
This is my first EXO reaction that no one asked for!! Please enjoy!
Contains: fluff / snuggling / kisses / warmness / cuddles
[ // Masterlist // ]
// Minseok
“There will be a “coffee of the week,” so customers can try a new brew all the time,” Minseok said, continuing to dream about his future café as he held your hand.
“Hmmm, what else?” you asked, eyes half-opened, head resting on his shoulder.
“And there will be a tea of the week, for people like you,” he said looking down at you, referring to your distaste for coffee, even his. “Do you want tea or bed?”
“Bed,” you said.
It had been a long day for you, and you passed out almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You felt Minseok get in next to you and pull you against him with an arm and a leg.
“Good night, Jagi,“ he whispered in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your neck.
You woke up feeling parched. You were sure you could wriggle out of Minseok’s hold without waking him up, but you were wrong.
“Hn? Stay,” he said, pulling you back with his leg.
“I’m really thirsty,” you said.
He sat up. “Water or tea?“
“Just water.”
He came back with two glasses of water, and when you both were done drinking, he pulled you against him and stroked your hair as you lay on his chest.
// Junmyeon
EXO was about to tour in North America again, and Junmyeon came to you for help with his English vowel sounds.
“Not Chreestmas, it’s Christmas, with the short I sound.“
“...Christmas?”
“Yeaaaaah, you got it!” you said with a long yawn.
“I think it’s time for bed. You’ve been so helpful today, Jagi.”
You changed into the new silk pajamas he bought you and got into bed next to him. Instead of the usual quick good night hug and kiss, Junmyeon pulled you close to him and placed his hand over your heart with a sad sigh.
“What’s the matter?” you asked.
“I was just thinking about how I’ll be leaving again soon... and Skype stopped working on my computer.”
“We can fix it by then... probably.”
“I can’t feel your heartbeat through Skype.”
At some point, you’d fallen asleep, and when you woke in the middle of the night, Junmyeon’s hand was still resting on you, and he was peacefully asleep until your stirring woke him.
“Jagiya? What is it?”
“I’m getting a snack,” you said from the edge of the bed.
“No, no, you stay here, I’ll get it for you. What do you want?”
He was back in a flash with a small bag of pretzel sticks. Junmyeon kept trying to play the Pepero game with them, but you didn’t understand what he was doing. He put his arm around you, took your chin, and guided you to bite the same pretzel that was in his mouth.
// Yixing
You had already gone to bed when he came home from the studio. Normally, he would let you get your rest, but he was a little less than quiet as he changed clothes and climbed into bed.
“Yixing?”
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said with a livelier tone than you expected as he lay on his side.
“Did you just get home? It’s almost 2AM!” You rolled on your side to face him.
“I finished the song!” He grinned so big you could see it in the dark.
“Oh, that’s wonderful! When do I get to hear it?”
“As soon as we get some rest,” he said, taking your hand and kissing it over and over. You loved it when he did this, and you could have sworn he fell asleep in the middle of it.
When you woke up again, it was an hour later and Yixing still had a gentle grip on your hand. You could feel his soft exhales on your palm.
You slowly inched away, trying not to wake him, and left the room to go to the kitchen.
When you got back, Yixing was sitting up in bed with the lamp turned on, looking like he’d lost you at a big mall.
“Baobei, where did you go?”
“I just got some water,” you said, sitting back down.
He turned off the light and reached for your hand again, interlacing your fingers with his. “Take me with you next time. If you’re gone, I can’t hold your hand.”
// Baekhyun
“When will you be done?“ Baekhyun asked, sitting down next to you on the couch.
“I don’t know... it’s taking me way longer than I thought it would to get through this book. Don’t wait for me, I’ll come to bed when I finish.” It was going to be a long night.
“Orrr...” he began, scooting closer, “You could come read in bed?”
You sat up, still trying to tackle the tome from your reading list and Baekhyun slept soundly with his head in your lap. He had fallen asleep shortly after you began petting his hair.
The book wasn’t interesting enough to keep you awake in the living room, much less in the bedroom. It wasn’t long before you also fell asleep, sitting up, back against the headboard.
About an hour later, you woke up and realized you were still sitting upright and the lamp was on. You put the book on the nightstand and reached to turn off the light, trying not to wake Baekhyun, but you had to move his head so you could lie down.
He looked at you with sleepy eyes as you replaced your lap with a pillow for him.
“Jaaagi, you need your rest,” he said groggily.
“I know, I’m resting now.”
“Good.” Baekhyun kissed your cheek as you got comfortable and pulled your head to the crook of his neck.
// Jongdae
Jongdae came home with sore legs from dance practice and he said was discouraged that he wasn’t learning the choreography as quickly as he wanted to.
“Aww, I’m sure you’re doing the best you can. You’ve been improving so much, don’t think everyone hasn’t noticed.“
“We don’t have to talk about it, I just want to snuggle,” he said, reaching out for you.
“Wait, wait, shower first!” you laughed.
He took a quick shower and came out wearing a singlet and boxers, smelling like shampoo.
You gave him a short thigh massage to ease his soreness (literally can’t get over Jongdae’s thighs omg) and climbed under the covers.
“Thank you for the massage, Jagi,” he said into your hair as he pulled your back into his chest.
“Ahh waee~” Jongdae whined.
You had barely begun to get out of bed, and you found yourself being forced back against his chest. He held you tightly around your waist with his strong arms (literally can’t get over his Jongdae’s omg).
“Don’t squeeze me, I need to pee!” you said.
Jongdae pushed you out of bed and said a little too loudly, “Hurry up!”
When you came back, he resumed aggressively cuddling you, squeezing you from behind, as if he couldn’t get close enough to you. He gave you a few kisses behind your ear before he fell back asleep.
// Chanyeol
You sat in the living room, half asleep, waiting for him. He’d promised he would come home early so you two could watch something before bed, but here you were, texting him to remind him to leave the studio.
By the time he got home, it was way too late to start a movie or even watch an episode of a show.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Jagi, it’s just I got so into the music, and got the harmonies just right, and I was on a roll with the lyrics and--”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, let’s just go to bed,” you told him, eyes half open.
Chanyeol felt very guilty since you wasted your evening waiting for him. You could tell, because instead of just letting you sleep like normal, he sat on the bed, pulled you against his chest, and quietly hummed a song you’d never heard, probably the one he’d been working on for the past seven hours.
His soothing, deep voice combined with your exhaustion put you to sleep.
You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you had forgotten to change into your pajamas and now you felt uncomfortable.
When you lifted your head from the pillow, you were startled when you were engulfed from behind by four long limbs.
“Kajima. Mianhae.” Chanyeol whispered into your ear. “Don’t go. I’m sorry.”
“I’m literally coming right back. I don’t want to sleep in jeans.”
Even after explaining, it took him a moment to release you. And as soon as you were back on the bed, he had you in a tight hold with his arms and legs that couldn’t possibly be comfortable for him.
“Chan, don’t worry, I’m not upset.”
Chanyeol let out a sigh of relief and adjusted so you were both more comfortable.
// Kyungsoo
You came home to find the house smelling like your favorite food. You went into the kitchen where Kyungsoo was turning off the stove.
“I didn’t expect you to be home!” you said and kissed his cheek.
He explained that he was ready to go earlier, but his schedule got all mixed up and his appointments would all be delayed to tomorrow and later in the week.
“So, I decided to take my frustration out on this,” he said with a small smile, and you smiled back.
The meal was delicious, and instead of saving some for later, you both ate everything he had made.
“Soo, you’ve given me the itis!” you said holding your tummy.
“The itis?”
“It’s when you get really sleepy after a big meal,” you explained with a yawn.
Kyungsoo nodded and led you to the bedroom. You both quickly changed into pajamas and climbed into bed, Kyungsoo opening his arms to invite you to lie on his chest.
In the middle of the night, you realized with a jolt that you’d forgotten to do something. You tried to get up without waking Kyungsoo, but he reached for your hand and put it back over his heart.
“We forgot to set an alarm,” you whispered.
He gave you a sleepy nod and you got your phone. He told you what time his first appointment was and you set an alarm early enough for him to have enough time to get ready, have breakfast, and cuddle some more, if he wanted.
You set the phone on the dresser so you’d have to get out of bed to turn it off and walked back to the bed. As soon as you sat back down, Kyungsoo pulled you back against his chest, rubbed your back, and kissed your forehead.
// Jongin
You and Jongin walked into the house feeling exhausted after the multiple adrenaline rushes you had while playing with the dogs at the animal shelter.
He flopped down on the couch and let you shower first. While he was in the shower, you made ramyeon for both of you and you ate it together.
Jongin looked at the clock. It was 10PM. “...Want to just go to bed?”
The two of you sat holding your phones, going through each other’s photos of the dogs, comparing to find the best shots of each one. He giggled nonstop at all the funny poses and faces that you two had captured. At some point, Jongin had put his arm around you and left it there.
When your yawns became more frequent, you turned off the lamp. “Let’s sleep.” He put his other arm around you and pulled you backward onto the pillows. You fell asleep in his gentle embrace.
Sometime around 4AM, you had a craving for something salty, and figured you could leave the bed without stirring Jongin. You were right, and tiptoed to the kitchen.
But when you came back, he immediately said, startling you, “Come back!”
“I just went to get a snack.”
“...Did you get me any?”
You shared your bag of crackers with him, feeding yourself one, then feeding him one until they were all gone.
Jongin pulled you back down against him, kissed you, and patted your back until he fell back asleep.
// Sehun
You found Sehun in the bathroom, clothes soaked through as he bathed Vivi in the tub.
“Do you need help?” you asked with a laugh.
“No, he’s clean now...” Sehun sighed. “I don’t know what’s got him so bothered... it’s been a long day.”
“Yeah, it has. Come to bed when you’re done.”
You were half asleep when you heard Sehun open the bedroom door, shuffle out of his wet clothes, and climb into bed. He reached over you and pulled himself closer to you, causing you to wake up a bit. You leaned into his embrace and rested your head against his.
Several hours later, you woke up with his arm still over you, and you tried to move without disturbing him, but he clutched your side when he felt you rolling away.
“Nooo,” he groaned.
“I’m just going to the bathroom.”
“Can you take Vivi outside too then?”
You hadn’t planned on it, but you said, “Fine.”
“And make sure he stays away from the mud.”
You sighed. “Of course.”
“Thank you, Jagi~ ♡“ he said, kissing your cheek before you left the room.
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Practically Impractical
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Part 5
Jumin isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into. And a part of him hopes that when his alarm goes off in the morning that none of it happened. Inappropriate dreams were certainly one thing, but he can’t seem to rationalize that he made the decision to involve himself in this. Yesterday morning he would have said it was impossible, that he was above such base interactions, and yet now, thumbing through the gallery on his phone Jumin didn’t have an excuse.
He was in the elevator when the second text came through, replaying the events of the evening, trying to come up with a good reason for kissing Amelia, to explain the text from Saeyoung in some way that made sense. He’d called Assisstant Kang twice and hung up before it started to ring and when his phone vibrated, ringer now off, he looked instinctively expecting something curt from her not, this.
Not Luciel’s down turned face, not Amelia’s flushed chest and certainly not the way their hands pushed past the boundaries of the other’s clothes. He’d quickly turned off the screen of his phone despite being the only person in the elevator.
Once home it nagged at him. He was sure this was some kind of game, a joke. He hung up his coat, folded his jacked and was unbuttoning his vest when his phone buzzed again. He told himself he wasn’t going to answer but he could not abide the flashing light. He would simple close the notification and be done with it.
In case you don’t know how sharing works, how about some show and tell. His thumb hovers over the notification but he can’t seem to make himself move, that’s when the second message comes through and he’s left with simply 2 unread messages.
He’s unbuttoning his shirt when it gets the best of him, would the second message explain what was happening, or simply continue whatever madness had taken Amelia and Luciel. He exhales through his nose and snatches up his phone.
We’ve shown, now you tell.
He sits down heavy on the edge of his bed. This is exactly what wasn’t supposed to happen. Amelia was charming, she could keep up with the clients and their partners, she was able to appear attached to him without inciting anymore gossip than that which surrounded his assistant. He wouldn’t lie to himself that he hadn’t considered, briefly, what it would be like have her as his own, but she had chosen Saeyoung and that had been supposed to be his safety net.
He missed V. V would see what he’s missing. V would talk him out of doing exactly what he was doing.
Now, hours later, after a fitful sleep he has to ask himself what he’s doing. He forces himself to close the photos, dial the phone.
Jaehee’s voice is groggy when she answers and Jumin glances at the clock. Odd, he thinks, that Assistant Kang would still be sleeping when she was to be at work in two hours
“Please contact Saeyoung and Amelia and arrange a breakfast meeting.”
“Can’t you?” Jumin waits a moment. “I mean of course, Mr. Han. It just seems like, is this business, I’m sorry what should I tell them you’re meeting about.”
Jumin can feel his ears get hot. “They’ll know.” He hangs up the phone.
*
“Listen.”
“Listen.”
“Listen.”
“List—“
“Listen!”
Saeyoung watches his little family dissolve into laugher. Even Saeren has joined in teasing Max this morning, smiling and laughing over cereal and coffee.
“Mom, listen,” Max starts again when they stop laughing. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are.”
“Mr. Han kept you out very late last night.”
Saeren’s eyes narrow at him over his giant coffee cup. He’d still been awake playing games with Yoosung when they’d stumbled in from the garage tangled in each other’s clothing.
“And it was very nice of Saeren and Saeyoung to keep you company until bed time.”
“Mom.”
“Maxine.”
He could see the 8 year old mirror of Callie rolling her eyes behind her orange juice.
“You know those dinners are part of my job and Jumin is not in control of how late either of us have to stay.”
“Dad thinks,” she trails off as everyone turns to look at her.
Callie shoots a warning look at each of the twins in turn before she looks at Max. “Sweetheart I’m sure your Dad thinks a lot of things.”
“It’s just,” she sighs. “He says there’s a lot of pictures of you and Mr. Han.” She glances towards Saeyoung and he smiles at her.
“Max, your Dad could ask me if he’s concerned about anything in our life. Are you concerned about me and Jumin?”
“No, but I looked and there are pictures.”
“A lot of pictures,” Callie agrees, “of Jumin and I eating lunch and getting out of cars.”
“I know but—”
“Remember when we moved in with Oma and Opa and you started at the school there.”
“You mean the rumors.”
“Yeah, those people talking about the pictures are making up rumors about Jumin and I. Jumin is very private and one of the reasons I accompany Jumin so often is because the rumors don’t bother me, and if they’re busy trying to figure out who I am to him they’re not harassing Jaehee, or the other women who work directly for Jumin.”
“Dad said you like the attention.”
Saeren snorts.
“Well, he’s got me there,” Callie smiles and shakes her head. “The attention is free press, if people are talking about me they look up my show and maybe they end up liking it.”
“So you pretend to be his girlfriend?”
“Not exactly, he always introduces me as his close friend, but we let people think I’m his girlfriend if that’s what they want to think.”
“You were still supposed to be home in time to tuck me in.”
“And you were supposed to have your bag packed for school so we aren’t late this morning, it seems we’re both disappointed.”
Max shrugs, “I guess I won’t ground you this time.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
The three of them manage to get Max to the bus just in time, with Saeren packing her lunch and Saeyoung packing her bag while Callie got her dressed and bargained with her to brush her hair. Callie doesn’t have time to change out of her pajama’s but Saeyoung suspects she never intended to. He snaps a picture of them from the doorway and Callie manages to flip him off behind her back.
Callies phone vibrates on the counter as he opens the RFA app on his own, he considers running it out to her but decides the world won’t end in the ten minutes she’ll be gone. He puts the picture up in the chatroom and waits.
Are those Ninja turtles? Yoosung responds immediately.
You let her go out in her pajama’s Seven? Zen isn’t far behind.
I don’t let Callie do anything, he responds. How did telling her what to do work out for you Zen? He’s contemplating emojis when Jaehee enters the chat.
I don’t know what either of you did to Mr. Han but please ask Callie to answer her phone.
He decides on the confused emoji
He called me twice late last night and hung up before I answered, then again this morning at 6am insisted I set a breakfast meeting with you and Callie and chastised me for over sleeping, her angry emoji. I was up until 2am running numbers on cat food for his newest project. Please tell me where I should make arrangements.
He hears the door open and close. Callie has entered the chatroom. Callie has left the chatroom. Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom.
Saeyoung glances up from his phone and watches Callie tuck her hair behind her ear.
“No I swear this isn’t...God Jaehee really? He’s really upset you think?” She worries her bottom lip for a minute. “No, no I do know what it’s about...don’t worry I swear...not cats no,” she laughs. “No, no. Don’t do that... No, ask him to meet us here...I’m sure it isn’t...I’ll take all the blame...Tell him I insisted...Thanks Babe.”
“Babe?” he laughs when she sets the phone down.
“Apparently we broke Jumin.”
It wasn’t long before the man himself walked through the door. Saeren had left with a backpack over his shoulder and they’d relaxed into their usual morning, Saeyoung was pretzeled into his desk chair working his current freelance gig while Callie lay on the couch, feet over the back, head dangling off the cushions while she compiled playlists for her broadcast. She doesn’t look at him when the door opens.
“What the fuck even are these songs Zen sent me,” she calls across the house. Saeyoung inclines his head towards her. “I’ve never even heard most of them, and at least three are fan parody’s about him. I can’t put this in my show.”
Saeyoung laughs and spins his chair around, feet hitting the floor when he sees Jumin standing by the door.
“He’s been there for three whole minutes,” Callie shrugs sitting up.
“You’re so Vain,” Jumin says softly as he removes his coat.
“What?”
“Carly Simon, You’re so Vain, for your broadcast with Zen.”
Saeyoung laughs.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Jumin watches her add the song and slide her laptop onto the coffee table before swinging herself upright on the couch.
“Did you want a coffee?” She asks, standing and stretching. “I assume you didn’t actually want to eat but I could probably make you something if you really wanted.”
He shakes his head. “No thank you, Amelia. I would take a cup of tea if you don’t mind.”
She smiles and he watches her move through the small kitchen. “Sorry, I promised myself I would stay in my pajama’s all day today so as much as breakfast on C&R sounded lovely, it couldn’t compete with not having to put on real pants.”
He doesn’t exactly understand the sentiment but he nods and looks away when she reaches for a mug and her shirt rises up exposing a few inches of her back including the top of her underwear.
Saeyoung reaches into the cupboard around her and tosses a container of what appears to be homemade cookies on the table and then pulls an energy drink out of the refrigerator. Saeyoung’s house was cleaner than Jumin ever remembered it. Though there still was a chaotic quality with clutter covering most surfaces, there didn’t seem to be candy wrappers and dirty dishes lying around.
“So you want to talk about last night?” She smiles handing him a mug and sitting next to Saeyoung.
It’s unsettling standing in the little kitchen with their bright eyes trained on him. “Yes, I’m sorry, I should not have involved myself in your personal life like that.”
“Is that what you think happened?” She asks him.
“I think that we maybe we had too much to drink at a dinner with very small portions.”
“Did I embarrass you, Jumin? I thought I was pretty damn charming last night.”
“Yes, well, perhaps too Charming, Amelia, considering.”
“I will admit,” she smiles and sips her coffee, “last night did go a lot farther than I had intended.”
“We,” Saeyoung corrects her, “We intended.”
She nods. “I saw an opportunity and exploited it instead of,” she stumbles for a moment and makes a moving on motion with her hand. “I should have spoken to you. That had been my intent. But then I saw the chance to both gauge your interest and cater to Luciel’s. So I kissed you and if that has made you uncomfortable I apologize.”
Jumin sits heavy across from them. “You’re speaking as if it was you who kissed me.”
“It may as well have been,” Saeyoung says.
“I spend a lot of time with you, and you always compliment my ability to read people. You’re not as complicated as you think you are.” She smiles at him, that wide open smile she has when she’s truly happy with herself.
He’s quiet for a while. He drinks his tea watching them, the way that they communicate with looks and little touches. Smiling and bumping shoulders between drinks. Saeyoung grabs a cookie from the container he’d tossed on the table and dunks it in Amelia’s coffee. She rolls her eyes, exaggerating the motion with her entire head. He wonders if he spent enough time with them would he understand their subtle language.
“So,” he puts the empty mug on the table. “If we were to have the conversation you’d intended to have in the parking garage, what would you have said?”
Two sets of bright eyes turn on him, and he’s more than a little satisfied that he seems to have caught them off guard.
“Well,” she draws the word out and glances towards Saeyoung. “I didn’t really have a script, which is why just kissing you seemed like a better way to ask.”
“It’s just that I spent a lot of time watching people on CCTV,” Saeyoung starts.
“And I’m not exactly opposed to being watched,” she chimes in.
“Except I can’t really, you know, spy on her if she’s with me.”
“And we both agree that we’ve, you know, gone there, with the current arrangement.”
“I don’t know,” Jumin frowns. “Gone where?”
“You know,” she sighs exasperated. “We’ve both thought about you and I doing what that kiss was leading to last night.”
His eyebrows rise. “You mean you have both fantasized about sex with me?”
A look passes between them. “About Callie and you,” Seven offers with a shrug. “Not that I’m opposed if that’s a thing you’re into.”
“A thing, I’m into,” Jumin repeats.
The quiet that falls now does not lend itself to joivial poking. No one looks at anyone else until finally Jumin clears his throat.
“I woke this morning, worried I broken boundaries, concerned that perhaps I’d taken advantage of a weak moment in your relationship.”
“Oh fuck, no,” She laughs but Jumin puts up a hand.
“What you’re telling me is that you have both, through open discussion decided to invite me into your relationship, through the convenience of our working relationship?”
“I mean, I guess,” Saeyoung shrugs.
“It’s not as sordid as you’re making it sound.” She pushes her coffee cup away and frowns at him. “Yes our working relationship, as you put it, did lend itself to the fantasies that encouraged our encounter, but we didn’t chose to extend you this offer without really considering it.”
“Truely?”
“If at any moment last night you had not seemed receptive I would not have moved forward. Not to mention we did discuss other options. Yoosung is cute but he’s a baby, Zen doesn’t know when to stop talking and honestly I think he would be horribly scandalized by the offer. We did seriously discuss Jaehee, she’s wound so tightly and doesn’t have time for a proper relationship—”
“Please move on.” Jumin is blushing.
“But we both like you, and if you are uncomfortable with any kind of arrangement, then that’s ok. We’ll probably abandon it.”
“It seems strange to make such an arrangement within the RFA,” Jumin says thoughtfully.
“Who else can we really trust?” Saeyoung asks.
“I mean we could look elsewhere but Saeyoung is right. There’s no question of trust and the three of us leaving a dinner or a party together invites much less speculation.”
Silence falls again.
“Jumin, you’re human. For a minute stop weighing pros and cons,” Saeyoung says. “If you enjoyed yourself last night I think you owe it to yourself to at least consider it.”
“What is your offer then?” Jumin asks.
“We can start with whatever you’re comfortable with,” she says softly.
“And Saeyoung requires access to CCTVs where he can see us.”
Seven nods and swallows. Jumin stands and runs a hand through his hair. “I will consider this,” he says and leaves.
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August 29th, 2018; I Thought This Would be Fun
The floodwaters are coming. Food supplies are running low. We have lost all contact. I'm afraid sacrifices must be made. The Amish must go. All hope is lost.
Well, it wasn't quite that bad, but this train trip was a bit of a mistake. A bit. A few bits. Many bits. A whole byte. Many megabytes worth of mistakes. We pull up to the Toledo train station at 5am which by the way, looks like it hasn't been in operation since '95. Lady at the desk tells me I can't check bags for my international trip. At first, I'm confused. I'm a million and forty three percent sure that their website said checking bags was allowed on all three of my connecting trains.
"Nope, I'm afraid you can't. Your third train isn't even in the system for checked baggage."
Now, I'm in a bit of a panic. I am moving across the continent and have just been told that everything I've packed is not allowed to come with me. Then I'm told that I could potentially be allowed to bring those as carry ons if the conductor thinks it's okay. My life can now fall apart at the whims of a man that drives a train. I end up calling customer service and after explaining the situation, the man on the other end confirms that I can indeed check bags on my rides.
"So why can't I check my bags?"
"Sir, we stop checking bags 45 minutes before departure."
Blah, blah, blah, blah. First off, I got here over an hour before my departure time and if the lady at the front desk didn't give me problems for the past 40 minutes I wouldn't be in this situation. Second, their train was running so late it wouldn't arrive until 8 and the earlier train set to depart at 5:25 arrived at 6:30. My train was supposed to leave here at 6:15. I was basically still over 45 minutes early. It all worked out since the conductor was a nice guy who took on the responsibility of taking everyone that would be on the two hour late train and let me put my boxes in an empty car. I thought my problems were over. I couldn't be more wrong.
We arrive in Chicago. At this point, I am running on three hours of sleep that for some reason, I spent imagining people stealing my stuff. It ended up being three hours of phasing through different degrees of consciousness. Long story short, the only thing stolen was my sleep by myself. On the Chicago to Seattle train, I end up sitting next to these three guys that were also on the Toledo train. I try to get my rest and soon I'll be in Seattle and it wil be all merry and 44 hours will be over in a jiffy. Wrong.
At 8pm, in the middle of Wisconsin, we stop. It had been raining for the past few hours and cell signal was getting very very ~~very very very very very~~ unreliable. Offline mobile games were getting boring and watching rain roll down the windows wasn't very entertaining either. It was then that I realized that I was promised WiFi. They told us the trains had WiFi. They told us wrong. We did not have WiFi. Nobody had WiFi. I bet these farmers didn't even have WiFi. Luckily, as soon as we stopped though, signal picked up again and remained at a mediocre rate as long as we weren't moving. I got to know the guys I sat with a little and it turns out we enjoy a lot of the same things so we just played games on our phones for a bit. Then I had dinner with my mom and sister. Now I learn that when they said they had food on the train, it was not like plain food that was covered by your ticket. It meant you had to choose between their highway robbery concessions stand that charged $2.75 for a small bowl of ~~ramen~~ cup noodles or their corporate robbery dining car that served wine and luxurious foods on plastic plates then charged you $25 for a small steak. Everything else on my plate was also public school system serving sizes. Now usually I like my meat medium rare, but I always get them more well done than medium so this time, I ordered rare. I thought I was smart. I am not smart. I ate my extremely rare steak. It tasted okay at best.
I went to sleep at 2am. The train had still not moved.
There's been a lot of Amish people getting on and off throughout Wisconsin and Minnesota. I've never seen them in person besides a few on road trips and the like. I'm not too sure what their lifestyle is exactly, so I'm curious as to how much modern stuff they have incorporated into their lives. Turns out trains are fine for them. So are notebooks and pens. As are personal Digiorno's cheese pizzas. Those hand sized goodies may be found at Amtrak concessions stands for a cheap cheap price of $7.25. The Amish seemed like kind people. I saw one of them chatting it up with another passenger. They kept to themselves and definitely were not as nosy as I was though. It was definitely interesting to see how the modern world incorporated into their olden ways. I always drew my pilgrims holding turkeys and not family sized bags of Doritos.
Since I slept so much at odd intervals out of boredom, I was awake at 6. I spent most of my time in the observatory car staring at trees that never moved when I wasn't sleeping or playing on my phone. At around 11, the crew announced that we all get a complimentary lunch due to the delay. I sat with my three new aquaintances and we all had a measly amount of beef stew and rice. It tasted okay and was free so I'm not complaining. Halfway through the meal the train finally started moving again. Then it stopped again shortly after. We had sat in the same place for 16 hours. My layover in Seattle in only 9 hours and I'm pretty sure the train to Vancouver runs only once a day so it looks like I'll be spending an extra day. Nobody really knew what was going on, but I heard stuff about tornado warnings, flooding, laying new track, and something about repairing a bridge. I spent the rest of the day getting to know the three guys.
At one point, I found out they had these little goody bag sort of things similar to airplane snacks. The best part? They were free. I've been mainly sustaining myself off these things. There are two small cookies, a small bag of pretzels, and a miniscule amount of trail mix in each pack. I think I've had seven. Besides those, Ive also had two large Twix bars, a cinnamon bun, and this weird rolled up pizza pretzel thing that tasted a lot like a rolled up half cooked slice of pizza. At the discounted price of a dollar, it wasn't too shabby. I bought the Twix and cinnamon bun because they've got the most calories per dollar spent. I can only eat so many free pretzels before I get sick of them. I've tried not to eat and drink too much because the bathrooms are nasty and passing the terrible food I've eaten does not sound good. It's not looking so hot after getting stuck on the train an extra 16 hours though. Right now, I developed a bit of a cold because I dressed for the terribly humid Troy weather we had when I left then got completely blindsided by the ridiculous amount of air conditioning on the train. Now I usually am not one to be cold, but I am cold. To top it all off, a stomach ache has settled in. It kinda hurts, but isn't really the "gotta go" kind of ache. Main suspects are the rare steak, half cooked pizza, and full pretzel diet. Hopefully this goes away overnight.
Another thing I've noticed is that everyone's starting to smell. I know, it sounds horrifying. It isn't necessarily a terrible smell, but the lots of living things have been here kind of smell. I would say live livestock, but those just smell like poop. Maybe more of a lots of dogs sort of deal? It's a bit like a locker room exxcept for the reeking of old sweat ordeal. Actually, the best comparison would probably be a full laundry basket except every article of clothing carries a different persons fauna and odors. I can definitely feel that I am releasing a little too many aromas than to my liking. It really doesn't help that all of us spend a majority of our time sitting and laying in these seats. The 16 extra hours are also not helping in any way. Honestly though, it's not as bad as I made it sound.
All in all, a long distance train ride is not something I'm looking to try again. Especially with a rail system nowhere as developed as Europe and Asia.
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