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The September Session

18+ Jungkook Birthday Smut

The Studio Sessions Finale

A weekend birthday getaway in Jeju with Jungkook. A smut and angst filled finale to the Studio Sessions.

Words: 9075

Warnings: 18+ smut. M/F sex, M/F-F/F oral, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, cheating (?) poly relationship

"I don't think you can fit anything else in there. You know you're only going for 2 days right?" Yoongi picked up a pair of your lacy underwear and went for the free throw into your bag. "If I know anything about you and Jungkook, it's that you won't even need clothes."

"Only 2 days? Are you really that unbothered by me leaving?"

"I know how to pick my battles." He undid his zipper and gave you a crooked little smile. "You'll make it up to me."

"Will I now?" It was supposed to sound teasing but your knees were already on the hardwood. Pulling his soft cock out of his jeans, you wrapped your hand around him.

"You're gonna be a good girl and drain my cock before you leave, yeah?"

You tongued his tip as he grew harder twitching in your palm.

"Every last drop." You suctioned him soft and slow not wanting to leave him unfulfilled.

"Fuck, yeah…" his eyes were closed as he pumped himself into your waiting mouth.

Wanting to take it to the bed, you pulled back, but he stopped you by catching your hair. Wrapping his hand securely around it, he held you still and picked up the pace. Granting him full access to your throat, you dropped your drool-covered hands while he used your face to get himself off.

His deep moans and breathy exhales were his tell. His balls bounced off your chin and with the last few aggressive thrusts, he shot his hot load onto your waiting tongue.

"That was good." He tucked himself away into his pants and extended his hand to help you up.

"I've gotta go." He kissed your cheek. "I've got a meeting with that new group in 20 minutes. Have fun okay."

He opened the door and he was gone. No sexual reciprocation, no I love you, just a, "have fun."

It wasn't like him and you were left trying to determine if he was giving you the cold shoulder because he was upset or even worse, if he wasn't upset about you leaving at all.

An abrupt knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. All worries were forgotten when you opened it to find Jungkook grinning ear to ear.

"Are you ready Noona? The car's gonna be here in 10 minutes."

Grabbing your bag off the bed, he flung it over his shoulder like it was nothing.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Have you thought about your birthday wish?"

He pulled you in with his free hand. "You've already made it happen. I can't believe I get you all to myself for 2 days."

You pulled the door shut behind you and kissed him. "I'm all about making birthday wishes come true."

The car rolled up the tarmac where the private plane sat in wait. The red-carpeted stairs extended, greeting you like royalty.

"You booked a private flight?"

His nose scrunched in happiness at your surprise. "Nothing but the best for you." He kissed the back of your hand before leading you up the stairs.

"You know this isn't supposed to be about me right?"

"I may have some ulterior motives." He said as he clicked his seatbelt into place.

"Yeah? Is this a mile-high club mission Jungkook?"

Even though your chairs were face to face and his eyes were hidden behind his bucket hat, his smile said it all.

"Trust the plan Noona."

Shortly after takeoff, the intercom dinged. "You may proceed to move around the cabin freely."

Jungkook unfastened his seatbelt and stood to lean over your seat. Grabbing the side lever, he reclined your chair back and moved in for a passionate kiss that immediately made your toes curl in anticipation.

Humming in delight he broke away and knelt on the floor. His fingers dragged delicately up your skirt. "What am I going to find under here, how well do you know what I like?" Pulling your thighs apart he sucked air through his grinning lips. "No panties. You really do know. "

"It's easy." You felt desperate for the pleasure you knew he was capable of inflicting. "We both always want the same thing."

"And what is it we want, Noona? Hmm, tell me."He was staring, lost in the sight of his fingers toying with your sex.

Reaching out you tipped his chin until his eyes locked with yours. God, you wanted to but couldn't.

You had to stop yourself from telling him that what you really wanted was more than 48 hours. You bit your tongue to keep it from spilling the words, "I want to run away with you and never go back." So instead, you went with what was easy and what you thought he wanted to hear. "I think we want to cum at 32,000 feet."

They must have been the words he was expecting because a devilish grin appeared at your response.

"48 hours," He lifted your foot to rest it on the seat." Of nothing," he lifted the other foot. Sliding his hands behind you, he pulled your hips forward. "but pure," He dropped his head and laid a long languid lick up your cunt.

"Pleasure." You finished the sentence not wanting him to use his mouth for anything else let alone words.

His hum of agreement sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. You gazed at his face intently. He liked when you watched. Splaying you open with his fingers, your engorged pink nub stood begging him for attention. You bit your lip trying to hold your noises in, squirming as he teased it with the tip of his tongue drawing slow circles around it.

You pulled at his long hair and begged, "Stop teasing me Kookie."

His mischievous amber eyes glinted under the cabin's bright lights. "It's an hour-long flight, and I forgot my headphones. You're just going to have to be my entertainment."

You hadn't touched each other in a while, and Yoongi had been too preoccupied with work to even notice you were around. Other than giving his pre-departure blow job you'd had no action in at least a week.

You knew if you whined enough he'd give in. "I can't be patient, when my pussy knows what it's been missing, Jungkook."

"You're spoiled," he mumbled into your cunt.

You tried to sit upright, but he held your hips down and stuck 2 fingers inside you.

"I'm spoiled? The last of the sentence trailed off quickly into soft submission under the strokes of his fingertips on your g spot.

"Is that better?" He took delight in knowing you were instant jello.

"I missed you."

His fingers kept a steady pace as he kissed you. Soft, constant, his tongue lingered, his mouth catching your moans.

"I just want you to feel good. Tell me where you want my mouth."

"Please Jungkook, you know what I want."

"Say it, for me, for my birthday." He was pouting in between kisses. "I just want to know that you want me."

"I want you so fucking bad Jungkook. I want you to suck on my tits and finger me until I cum."

He was grinding his cock against the edge of your seat when the plane started shaking.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We're going through a patch of thermal turbulence that should only last a few minutes."The voice from the cockpit didn't phase either of you.

His free hand pulled your shirt up and your bra down, exposing your hardened nipples just above the lace cups. Grabbing the seatbelt, he clicked you in and pulled the strap tight. "Safety first," he barely muttered before locking on to your breast.

The plane shook violently, heightening every sensation. His fingers and the jolting of the plane had your pussy dripping down his hand. "Jungkook." Your moans were high and you couldn't care less if anybody heard. You were almost done. Watching him rut his hips against the vibration of the seat, eyes closed, as his mouth latched greedily at your chest was sending you into overdrive. "I'm gonna cum, are you gonna cum for me, baby?"

His face screwed up in pleasure and his moan was long and drawn. Seeing him reach his height, you clenched around his fingers as they continued their assault on your sex until you too were satisfied.

"Shit," he stood up revealing the huge wet spot in his jeans. "I don't have a change of clothes in my carry-on."

Undoing your seatbelt, you leaned forward and untucked his t-shirt making sure to kiss his abs along the way. Well, thank god for baggy shirts."

You tucked the last of your clothes inside the drawer. "So what's the first thing on our birthday weekend to-do list?"

"Well, there's parasailing, scuba diving, jet-skiing…." He kept listing.

"You know we can't do it all right? You're going to have to narrow down your choices a little."

"Aish, come on Noona. I brought you because I thought you could keep up."

You stood between his legs as he sat on the bed. "Is that why you brought me, Jungkook? Because we share an affinity for water sports?"

His hands groped your ass before he pulled you down on top of him.

"Amongst other things," he giggled while tickling you. "Jimin's fun to hang out with but he never puts out."

"Oh my god, Jungkook." You rolled your eyes and stood back up. "If we're going to get even one of those things on your list done we'd better leave now." You extended your hand to help him up. "Let's go."

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You were soaked. Jungkook was taking great delight in the jumps he created by running the jet ski in circles over his own wake. Hanging on to his waist tightly you were surprised he could still breathe.

"Are you okay back there?" He stopped the watercraft to check-in. Do you want me to slow down?"

"Did you hear my safe word?" You took a teasing nip at his bare wet tricep."

"Not yet but I'd really like to."

A hot blush crept up your cheeks. It wasn't like Jungkook to suggest anything wild, and it threw you off.

"Are you asking?" You could see his ears turning red and he took a minute to answer.

"You're just hanging on so tight."

You didn't want him to hold back, so you prompted the response. "And…"

"The thought of me in control and you, a little scared, kind of turns me on."

Pressing your face against the expanse of his wet skin, you wondered if he could feel your smile.

"Do you see that island?"

You pointed. "I want you to take me over there."

"Do you want me to go fast?"

"I think we both want you to go fast."

"Then you should hold on."

As he restarted the jet ski your hands made their way back around him but this time they ended up in his shorts. Sneaking past the mesh liner, your fingers gave a little tug on his thick wet pubic hair. His already semi-hard cock came to life in your hand in anticipation of the attention it was about to receive.

There were no trespassing signs posted all around the small island. "I don't know Jungkook, maybe we should just go back and fuck in the room." You said it, not because you meant it, but because he wanted to play.

He pulled the ski up onto the shore. "You can't just tease me like that and make me wait, Noona. Let's go."

He began trekking into the patch of dense greenery, and you wondered if someone actually lived here.

Stopping just under sufficient cover of vegetation, he grabbed you and pulled your bathing suit bottoms down and pushed you against a nearby tree. "You're driving me crazy in this fucking bikini." He tugged his shorts down and needing no prep thrust himself into you.

The bark was rough against your skin, your back scraping with every upward thrust he pumped into you.

"Hello!" Echoed around you. "This is private property."

"Fuck, Jungkook, let's go!"

"I'm not done." He clamped his hand over your mouth. "Shhh, stop moaning so loud or they'll find us."

"I know you're out here I saw you seadoo on the shore." The voice carried across the island getting closer.

"Wrapping your leg around him, you grabbed his hair and moaned into his sweat-beaded neck. "We're gonna get caught, Kookie."

"Let them watch. I'm not stopping until I fill your cunt."

Your back felt raw, but the pleasure and pain of an adrenaline fuck was worth it.

"Are you afraid of someone seeing us? What happened to my brave girl?"

"Are you hurt, do you need help?"

The snapping sound of a twig breaking under a footstep was close. Too close, but also just enough of a thrill to spur on a hot flood of Jungkook's cum deep inside you.

Just as you got your bottoms back up the old man appeared.

"This is private property, are you looking for something?"

"Sorry," Jungkook turned on his charms." Our intake got clogged with some debris so we pulled over to clear it." He pointed at you, "you know women and their small bladders, she always has to go. She got scared when she heard you so we didn't answer. Sorry."

The old man laughed. "I've been married 4O years I know all too well.

You were surprised at Jungkook's ability to spin a story so quickly but more impressed that he was unflappable in his determination to cum at all cost.

Apologizing to the man once again you walked back to the jet ski.

"Shit are you okay?" He ran his fingertips gently down your back.

You stood on your toes and kissed his lips. "Did you hear my safe word?"

"I did not." He grinned.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to try harder next time."

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His eyes rolled and he hummed in enjoyment. "Umm it's so good, it's like a dessert orgasm."

"I can't believe you're replacing me with chocolate." You pulled a pout. "Don't waste yourself on whipped cream Jungkook, I've got bigger plans for pleasure tonight."

"As much as I want to do unspeakable things to you, I'm not ready to go back to the room." He took the last bite and leaned back in his chair, stretching, completely satisfied. "I thought we could go to this place called Factory. Yugyeom told me it was really cool."

"Sounds fun." You couldn't help but grin at how naive his thinking was.

Licking your finger, you rubbed it through the powdered sugar on his plate and popped it in your mouth. "Silly you think we need a bed for me to get you off."

"You're a crazy woman."

"Crazy for you Jungkook."

The club was dark and crowded. He blended in well. The University students, looking to let loose for the weekend, offered a camouflage of anonymity he wasn't usually afforded in public spaces.

"Whiskey?" He took your hand and led you to the bar. "It's your weekend. I'm letting you call the shots." It was too loud to hear the groan you knew accompanied the eye roll at your bad pun but you were satisfied by his smile.

"To us." He clicked your glass.

The liquor went down smooth and warm, causing welcome tingles through your body. Coupled with the wine you'd had with dinner you'd hit the perfect peak of lowered inhibitions and pure bliss.

"Your glowing Noona." He kissed your forehead.

"And why wouldn't I be Kookie? I'm in paradise with my boyfriend. Come dance with me."

You noted the look of satisfaction on his face as he led you to the floor and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Nuzzling into your neck, he swayed with you slowly to a pace that didn't match the fast music of the club. Whether it was the alcohol or the sheer intoxication of longing you couldn't be sure, but you could feel his heart thumping against you.

Stopping completely, his hands cupped your face, and he stared into your eyes.

"What's wrong, Jungkook?"

His cheeks burned hot, and he was fighting his smile from appearing too eager. "Do you think you could call me your boyfriend again?"

You nodded. "I'd really like that."

His lips found yours and time stopped around you. Abandoning all common sense, you were both picturing what your together forever could look like.

He broke away out of breath and slightly overwhelmed.

"I think I'm ready to take you back to the hotel."

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Stretching out naked and satisfied beside him you glanced at the clock, 12:36 am. You turned your head back and placed a kiss on his chest. "Happy birthday Kookie."

A little drunk and a lot in love you felt secure enough to ask. "Are you happy?

He let out a giggle, and you were 100% positive that if the lights were on his dimples would look like deep canyons etched into his cheeks.

"So happy…" his soft snores gave away just how content he was with the moment.

"I love you," you whispered. Maybe he wasn't awake but it counted. A full commitment to your feelings. Eager to reaffirm your words, you drifted off knowing that tomorrow you'd make sure he knew just how happy he made you.

"Where do you think you're sneaking off to?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you back down on top of him.

"I was getting up to call room service so you could have breakfast in bed." You feigned annoyance half-heartedly to getaway.

"Food can wait." He wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your neck. "It's the first time we've spent an entire night together. I really like waking up beside you."

"So you mean you don't want to go on that five-hour hike you booked months ago because you really, really, really wanted to do it?"

Surrendering into his stronghold, you teased him. "Because I'm totally okay just hitting up the spa."

He groaned in hangover.

"Shit. I totally forgot."

"Should I go order us some coffee and food now?"

"Probably."

"Are you going to let go of me?" You squirmed under his arm.

"Hmm...5 more minutes."He giggled, throwing his leg over you.

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Pulling the car up to Mt. Hallasan you both stared at the daunting task before you. "Are you sure you can handle it?" He popped the trunk and grabbed your backpack.

"Do you doubt my abilities, Jeon?"

"Normally, no." He hoisted the bag onto your shoulders. "But this knapsack weighs a ton. Seriously, what's in here?"

"Mind your business and worry about yourself, sir." Raising his hands in apologetic surrender he closed the trunk, "Alright, let's get it!"

Trying to set a steady pace the timing had to work out just right. You couldn't tell if he was getting frustrated or being chivalrous, but at least once every half-hour he asked if you wanted him to take your bag.

"Did you know they don't let anyone climb after 1:30 because they don't want people stuck after sunset?"

"Is that your way of calling me slow, Kookie?" You stopped in your tracks and starred. "I didn't know you were so afraid of breaking the rules. Do you want to turn around and go back?"

"Noona, did you wake up this morning with the intention of being a pain in my ass?"

"That's just rude," you huffed. Arguing was one way to buy some time. "I can't believe you don't even appreciate that I'm out here climbing a fricken mountain for you."

"If you're serious, I'm sorry." He walked closer to you and kissed your cheek.

"It's fine." You walked away smiling. "Now if you'll stop stalling, we can still make the summit by sunset."

He paused, flabbergasted, but decided to stay quiet and move on.

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Finally reaching your destination it was perfect. Sunset from the highest peak in Jeju was in full bloom. Everyone had been moved swiftly along by the trail guides, so it was just you, Jungkook, and the stunning view from 6388 feet above the world.

"Wow, look at this, Noona. We're on top of the world." He took off his backpack and dug for his camera.

"I feel that way whenever I'm with you, mountain or not." You tapped his shoulder and handed him the present you'd been carrying."

His eyes and smile were more dazzling than the sun glinting its way over the horizon. "Is this why you wouldn't let me carry the bag? It's so heavy."

"Open it!"

Tearing the paper off, his jaw dropped. "Is this a Hasselblad?"

You nodded. "Did I do good?"

"This is unbelievable! It's one of the best cameras in the world."

"I did a lot of research."

He was still in shock. "It's too much. I can't possibly accept this."

"Don't be silly Jungkook, It's all ready to go. I had them set it up for you. I was kind of hoping you'd take some pictures for us," You suddenly felt shy. "You know, so we can look back on this and remember how great it was."

"It's unbelievable. You're unbelievable!" All trepidation at accepting the gift forgotten, he began taking pictures.

By the time he was satisfied with the scenery, he turned to focus the lens on you.

His camera crosshairs found you sitting on the ground. A blanket, a bottle of wine and a cupcake with a candle. His smile peeked out from under the camera as he snapped your picture. "All this too?"

"I wish it was more but I could only carry so much." You passed him the bottle, "I couldn't fit cups, I hope you don't mind."

He leaned in for a kiss. "It's perfect. I honestly couldn't dream of a better day. Thank you."

"So are you going to get down here and blow out this candle before it's completely melted?"

He sat on his knees and closed his eyes. Concentration crept over his features until he seemed satisfied enough to blow.

"What could the man who has everything possibly wish for?"

He smiled brightly, "Don't jinx me. You know if I tell you it won't come true."

You wanted it to be about you, and you wanted it to come true so badly that you didn't ask any more questions.

"Come sit with me." He kissed the top of your head once you were settled, secure in his arms. "I should have gotten out of bed sooner. We could have had more time up here."

"You've got a few hours." You said it nonchalantly like you hadn't had to name-drop and beg the parks department.

"They're letting us hike after dark?"

"Sort of? There's an ATV waiting at the Seongpanak shelter we're going to use to get back down the mountain."

"I get to ride an all-terrain down the mountain?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that part."

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The air in the room was cold as you stepped from the steamed-up bathroom. "It feels so good to get that hiking dirt off. You should have joined me.

"Rubbing the towel through your wet hair, you realized you were alone.

"Jungkook?" Checking through the suite's other rooms and even opening the hall doorway, he was nowhere to be found.

Glimpsing an out-of-place white shirt on the beach you made your way out the patio doors.

"Jungkook?" If he heard you coming, he didn't turn around.

Sitting behind him in the sand, you wrapped your arms and legs around him and squeezed. "It sure is a beautiful night." Sighing he leaned back to rest his head against you.

"Are you okay?" He didn't answer. He didn't need to. You could see the shimmer of his tears in the moonlight.

"What are we doing, Noona? How do we all come out of this happy?"

You wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

"I don't know, Kookie. It was never supposed to be like this. I was silly to think I could ever resist your charms."

"Sure blame me."

At least he was grinning from your flattery now.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled trying to ease the heaviness.

"Do you see that Star up there?" The waves broke on the shore in the background. "I'm confident it will always lead me in the right direction."

"Like fate?"

"Like fate." You nodded, agreeing. "I'd really like to think that the universe had a reason to bring us together."

"What do you think the reason is?" Freeing himself from your embrace, he asked the question in all seriousness.

"Happiness." You answered like you knew. "Even if we can only have it in small increments."

"I can't believe you just live your life accepting that things will turn out. Does anything scare you Noona?"

It was against your better judgment, but his vulnerability always had a way of breaking down your walls. "Me?" You laughed. Perhaps he didn't know you as well as you thought.

"I'm terrified, Jungkook."

Taking notice of the new sadness in your eyes, he took your hand and held it patiently, waiting for your words.

"One day you're going to find someone who can give you their whole heart." The sobs came out loud and uncontrollably. "Without any compromises, you're going to finally have all the happiness and love you deserve. And I'll be watching it all from the sidelines, wondering if it could have been me."

"It can always be you. But that's your choice to make."

Salty tears fell down your cheeks, and you were too emotional for any words to come out coherently.

"Shhh, it's okay, I've got you." He encompassed you in his arms. "I'm sorry. Let's just enjoy the rest of our time here together." He looked at his watch. "We've still got 11 more hours before we have to give up the fantasy. Let's not think about the real world right now."

Raw, emotional and completely vulnerable. Everything you wanted in a man was right before you.

You sniffed feeling relieved the conversation, at least for now, was over. "11 hours huh? We can have sex at least 5 more times."

He stared with a look that almost bordered on pity. "You know I didn't ask you here just so we could have sex. I'm perfectly happy just getting to spend time with you."

"It's all I know, Jungkook. I don't know how to show people I love them without it." It was a sad truth. "Besides, you're really good at it."

A half-hearted smile graced his lips.

"Can we make an agreement?" He stood and reached to help you up.

"What's that?" You kissed him.

"What if instead of 5 times we just do it once. But properly."

Walking up the shore back to the room you kept stealing glances. His long dark curls and sun-bronzed skin shone in the moonlight accentuating his ethereal beauty. Your heart was happy and broken at the same time.

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Laying naked in bed your heart was racing. You'd never felt nervous with Jungkook before, but this seemed different.

Something about your conversation on the beach had you playing the lyrics to "if I'd known it was the last time" through your head.

The sound of the shower shutting off struck a chord of permanence you weren't ready to face and a tear rolled off your cheek onto the pillow. Quickly wiping it away you didn't want your worry to ruin the last night you had together.

The bathroom door opened and Jungkook came out in a cloud of steam. Towel wrapped around his waist, the water droplets still clinging onto his chest made him look even more beautiful than you thought possible.

He smiled when he noticed your gaze and swiftly moved to untuck the small corner of terry cloth that secured his covering.

His lips were parted and his breath was heavy as he stood before you completely bare. His cock wasn't hard, and his display didn't even seem sexual. It was as if he was showing you his soul and you felt guilty not reciprocating his vulnerability.

Pulling the sheets back you swung your legs off the bed and walked over to where he stood. Face to face you pressed yourself against him, feeling his warmth radiate through you.

"I love you." He whispered.

Kissing down his chest you took your time letting your lips linger over every firm muscle. Licking hot wet stripes over his hardened nipples, his body shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin.

Not a word was spoken, you didn't need them. Everything was being said in a physical language that only the both of you were fluent in.

Your nose skimmed down the soft hairs that pathed his lower abdomen, his cock growing firmer the closer your mouth got to it.

Dropping to your knees, you took him in your hand stroking him reverently. Gorgeous and thick the freshly washed skin of his cock smelt like strawberries and you couldn't resist him a second longer.

Wrapping your lips around him, you sucked soft and slow. God how you wanted this to last all night.

"Noona." Your name slid softly out of his mouth while you suckled his length.

Lingering a bit longer, you wanted to remember how he looked right now. So full of pleasure, the kind only you'd ever given him. You hoped he'd never forget how good you were together.

When you stopped, he looked down and stroked your cheek. You could see in the deep brown sadness behind his eyes that he too was trying to harvest as many memories of the moment as he could.

He held his hand out to help you up and pulled you back in close to him. Tilting his head and displaying a sympathetic smile he didn't break eye contact as he danced with you towards the bed.

Despite the heavy air you couldn't help but giggle as he twirled you, lying you back onto the crisp white hotel sheets. Standing at the edge of the bed his large hands travelled down your thighs and spread them apart. It was his turn to take station on the floor. Starting at the inside of your knee he alternated kisses back and forth giving each leg equal attention until his mouth reached your needy mound.

As much as you wanted to watch, your eyes involuntarily clamped shut in pleasure as his tongue explored you.

A master with his mouth, he knew all of your hot spots. Circling your clit and teasing it to swollen attention he'd switch to slow methodical sucks, lips wrapped around your pink bud giving it head until you squirmed. As soon as you were close, he stiffened his tongue and fucked you with it, darting in and out and in.

As your legs started to shake at the onset of orgasm, a sign that he knew all too well, he revoked his mouth. Climbing on the bed he helped you pull your legs up and lay beside you. His hands travelled over your body slowly committing every one of your curves to his memory. His fingertips on your skin sent white lightening to your brain and his mouth latching onto your nipple made your insides roll like thunder.

"Jungkook…"

"Shhh.." He placed his mouth on yours and your heart panged at how much you missed his lips when they weren't attached to yours. As skilled as he was at everything else tongue-related, you wouldn't trade his kisses for any other sexual act in his repertoire.

Pausing his kiss, he locked his eyes with yours. A silent "are you ready?" passed between you.

With a simple nod, you pulled him back to you. His body moving from beside you to on top of you had your head reeling. The longing for satisfaction was fighting with your desire to drag this on all night.

You surrendered. You needed to stop thinking and to let yourself go to what you knew would be your last time.

Tipping your chin he once again connected to your longing lips while his hands slowly travelled down your thigh. Raising your leg and hooking it over his arm he created the perfect angle for entrance.

Pushing slowly, his girthy length slid into your sex and he paused.

Eyes closed, time stood still. The heavy anticipation hung in the air like a storm cloud.

He kissed you. Kissed you like it was the first time, the last time. His lips not once leaving yours as he softly made love to you.

You couldn't cum and you didn't care. The connection you were feeling with him right now was better than any orgasm.

You knew he was close and your heart was breaking at the realization that this was it. You didn't want him to think he hadn't satisfied you because he had. He had in so many more ways than you ever thought possible. Moaning in unison you cried out one last time as he filled you with a future that wasn't meant for you.

The kisses lingered until the activities of your long day finally defeated his longing to stay awake. His chest rose and fell with what you wished was a peaceful sleep.

Laying tucked under his arm, your cheek rested just over his heartbeat. "I love you too."

You'd both been awake a while but you lay in silence trying to absorb whatever last remnants of the weekend you could. Someone had to speak first, so you took the hit.

"We should probably get out of bed. Our flight leaves in 2 hours."

His fingers intertwined with yours and he lifted your hand to his lips.

"You were wrong on the plane, you know." He sighed and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. "When you said we always want the same thing."

You wiggled out of his embrace and propped yourself on an elbow to interrupt him. "Don't we? I thought we had a really good time this weekend."

"I did, but," he looked like he might cry. "You're lying there thinking about going home, and I'm running schemes through my head about how I can find a way for us to stay."

"Jungkook," you collapsed back into his side. "You know that's not how this works." A tear slipped from your eye and you hoped he wouldn't notice it. "We've had a good couple of days, let's not ruin it with what if's."

"All I have are what if's Noona.

I don't understand why you won't choose me."

You'd never seen him this upset before.

"Yoongi Hyung, he doesn't deserve you. If you were mine, I'd never share you. You'd get everything you needed from me, and you wouldn't have to go anywhere else to find it."

"It's not that simple, Jungkook."

"Well, it seems pretty simple to me. The only reason I can think of is that you don't really love me the way I love you."

Pulling away from him, you tucked your knees into your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself. His words made you feel like a small piece of nothing.

"Please don't ever believe that...I couldn't stand the thought of you not knowing how much I fucking love you."

He didn't move to comfort you, and you could tell this conversation wasn't going to steer easily. He was building a wall around his heart and you could feel it getting further away from you with every passing minute.

"Have you ever thought about what would actually happen if I left Yoongi for you?"

"Yeah, every damn day. We'd be happy, he'd get over it," He snapped defensively.

I'm not talking about you and me, Jungkook. I'm talking about you and him. Do you ever think about that? I can already see that this is fracturing your relationship with him."

He dropped his head in realization, still not looking you in the eye.

"Why are you doing this now?" Crying uncontrollably the words barely got out. "Why can't we just keep going on like this? I thought we were happy? I thought we were in love?"

His breath was shaky,

"I brought you here because I had to see. I pulled out all the stops to woo you and it still wasn't enough."

"So on the plane when you said, "trust the plan" you knew that it was going to end in an ultimatum? That even If I didn't choose you at least you'd get fucked a few more times?"

He stood his ground, face stoic until he finally looked at your tear-stained cheeks. His jaw relaxed and his sadness finally revealed itself.

"I can't be second place. Not with something that matters so much to me. Not with you."

He got out of bed and headed to the shower. "We'd better hurry up. Like you said, we don't want to miss our flight."

Other than formalities the next few hours were mostly empty.

Standing, waiting for your bags, Jungkook finally broke his silence.

"I sent Yoongi a message asking him to come get you. I think I'm gonna spend some time at my condo for a bit."

Perching the Sunglasses that disguised your swollen eyes on the top of your head, you gave it one last try. "I Love you Jungkook. Please don't do this…"

"We both know I'm not enough. What do you want from me?"

You were hyperventilating.

"I don't want to lose you."

He kissed your cheek in a way that seemed like it might be a real goodbye. "We both know there's only one way that can happen."

Grabbing the handle of his suitcase, he turned back a final time. "I had a really great birthday. I guess I'll see you around."

Making your way to the second Suburban in the pickup line, you stood and watched as Jungkook pulled away in the first. How were you going to hide how sad you were from Yoongi?

The driver came around and opened your door to expose the emptiness of the huge van.

"Where's Yoongi?"

"Sorry, we only received an airport pick-up call, ma'am. Will you be going back to the HYBE building today?"

"No, thanks. I don't think that I will."

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Y/N: Hey

MIN: Hey! Sorry I couldn't come to meet you. So much work.

MIN: I hope you had a good time. MIN: Come down to the studio when you get back.

Y/N: I was thinking it would be nice for us to spend some alone time at the condo.

Y/N: Could you come after work? Take a few days off?

MIN: I can't just pick up and leave right now, but I'll see what I can do.

His lack of effort was really beginning to hurt.

Y/N: Whenever you can, I guess.

The blackout curtains were betraying you. The opening between the panels was just wide enough for a ray of sunlight to hit you directly in the face.

You yawned, "Yoon, I think we need to move to an underground bunker." Rolling over you were reminded by the cool smooth sheets that even though the condo was 10 minutes away from work he couldn't be bothered to come home yet again.

You reached for your phone. No messages.

Y/N: Hey babe, where are you? I haven't seen you for days.

The floor was cold as you made your way barefoot across the kitchen to start the coffee.

Still no response. Your stomach felt uneasy, he'd usually at least text. Picking up the phone you dialled.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy like he'd just woken up.

"Hey, I'm a little confused why I'm the only one here." You tried to keep your tone light, despite your aggravation.

"I'm sorry. I was heading out last night and PDog asked for help. He's trying to write for the new girl group and the lead's vocal style isn't meshing with his flow. I sat in on their session to see if I could help."

"Yoongi, are you ever going to take a break?"

"This is why I didn't text you. I don't need a lecture about it. They have a debut date and shit needs to get finished."

He sounded aggravated and if you had to guess he was most likely pushing his hair back, an anxious habit he had recently developed.

"I wish you'd work on us as much as you worked on your music."

"I thought you'd be thrilled that I'm busy. Where are your other boyfriends?"

You were crying again. "You're right Yoongi. I'd have to be absolutely stupid to want to spend any quality time alone with you."

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm tired, okay?"You could hear him cover his phone but managed to make out a mumbled "I'll meet you downstairs." There was a pause and a door clicking shut. "When I'm done, I'll drive over and we'll spend the rest of the week together OK? I love you."

"You frustrate me to no end, Min Yoongi." You sighed at your own inability to stay angry with him. "I love you too."

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Tired of opening one app after another, you tossed your phone on the couch beside you. You could sit here all day waiting for Yoongi, who probably wasn't going to show up anyway, or you could just head back to the dorms.

Even if he did manage to get away, his mind would still be on work. He'd just be trading one studio for another, and you knew he preferred the new HYBE equipment. At least there you could hang out with whoever was still around.

You were sure Jungkook would be at home. Joon was art hopping in Seoul, and Jin was in Uncle mode helping his brother settle in for their soon-to-be new baby. Everyone else would most likely be hanging around the offices.

Y/N: I'm incredibly bored, Jimin. I'm coming to visit.

Chim: Ohhhh, I'll play with you! I've got a new toy I think you might like.

Y/N: Intrigued 🤔

Chim: I'll be in the lounge. See you in ½ an hour?

Slinging the heavy duffle bag of things, you needed to return to Jungkook over your shoulder, you waited for the elevator. Just as it pinged Jimin came bouncing up the hall.

"What are you doing? Where are you going? I told you I have a surprise!"

"Can I just bring this stuff upstairs first?"

Breaking out the dimples and a cute head tilt he stared with puppy eyes until you agreed to follow.

You hurled the bag into his arms. "Fine but this better be good."

Pushing open the door he raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Ladies first!"

Stepping into the room, you were sure your jaw was almost on the floor. You pushed him backwards and slammed it shut behind you.

"Jimin what the fuck? There's a naked girl in there!"

He frowned at your unexpected reaction. "You don't like your present?"

"I really don't know what's going through your head. Who is she? You know you can't just do this with strangers."

"NDA's!! She's one of the new trainees, if she talks she'll get fired."

You scoffed at him. "No abuse of power there. This is a real dick move, Jimin."

"Well, it's not just me."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. "Who else?"

You watched his Adam's apple bulge in his throat with a hard swallow. He was clearly choosing his words carefully.

"Hobi"

"and?"

"Taehyung and I have already…" His words trailed off

"and?"

"That's it. I swear."

"Not Jungkook?" The thought turned your stomach.

Jimin rolled his eyes "You're kidding right? Jungkook is too whipped for you to even look at anyone else."

You sighed in relief but began to internally ponder why your first reaction was to ask about Jungkook and not Yoongi.

"I just…I don't understand why you'd think this is okay."

"You do crazy stuff with all of us all the time. I thought you'd be impressed."

Plopping onto the bench in the hallway, you were really taken aback.

"Jimin, I thought we were all in this together. A poly relationship doesn't include bringing in strangers. All of you sleeping with her is exposing me without my consent. I'd never do that to any of you."

He sighed like you had missed the point. "This is me asking for your consent. Yoongi thought you’d be down for it and that…"

"That what?" Your jaw was clenched. "You're my best fucking friend, Jimin, you'd better not lie to me."

He stammered in defeat. "That if I could get you and her together it would be easier to have her join in whenever with whoever."

"So Yoongi orchestrated this? Like this is an actual fucking conversation that took place between you?"

He knew he was fucked.

"Please don't tell him you know."

"Oh, I'm not gonna tell him anything."

Anger, blinding rage? Whatever it was motivating you, you pushed open the door and smiled. "Let's do this then."

Standing up she walked towards where you stood. Jimin, clearly surprised by the turn of events, was already hard and smiling while palming himself over his pants.

"What took so long? Jimin said you were always down to fuck." She was bold; it felt as If she was challenging you.

"Just trying to make sure you were screened. Dime a dozen groupie girls like you come riddled with diseases these days."

Grabbing her face tightly in your hand you kissed her hard before directing her backwards. "I'm the one in charge here. This is my game. If you want to play with the big kids, you'd better get back to the couch so I can see if that tongue is good for anything other than talking shit."

She smiled and lay back as Jimin undid his pants. Grinning like a high-school kid having sex for the first time, he stood stroking his cock while you pulled up your skirt and straddled her face.

He walked closer to you waving his dick at your mouth like he was on a fishing expedition.

"I don't think so. If I'm disposable, so are you."

"Can I at least fuck her then?"

You made him wait a bit before you answered. Making sure to play up your pleasure you threw your head back and closed your eyes while moaning. "You know Jimin, I think you made a mistake. I don't know if I'll need any of you if I can have this whenever I want it."

It was a lie. You were so angry you couldn't think straight let alone feel pleasure right now but you wanted it to sting.

You felt her smile slide over your wet pussy and she stuck her tongue in deep for good measure. It pissed you off that she thought she was winning you over.

"Go ahead Jimin, use her."

Excited that his plan was finally working, his demeanour changed back to how he'd met you at the door.

She spread her legs wide for him while he knelt between them on the couch.

"Stop! Where's the condom Jimin?" You scolded him. "You can't just raw dog a rando."

She laughed, and it made your blood boil. "Yoongi never mentioned how controlling you are. No wonder he wants to add me into the mix."

You froze, staring at Jimin. You were livid and couldn't believe any of them would want to have anything to do with her.

Getting up you calmly smoothed your dress back down your legs.

"Oh shit. You didn't know? I figured you pieced it together when you called this morning as I was leaving." She smiled coyly. "Sorry he hasn't been making it home the last few nights."

You thought back to your conversation this morning. He said, "I'll meet you downstairs." The dorms were on the upper levels, the studios on the lower.

You wanted to smack the smug look off of her face but instead walked out slamming the door.

Wiping tears away frantically, the facial recognition on the elevator wasn't processing you through your turmoil. The doors slid open and you ducked inside just as Jimin ran out to stop you.

Standing behind the closed doors you had to decide, Confront or hide? Your finger hovered, shaking as you pressed, Floor 12.

Running quickly you punched the memorized code into the keypad. Turning the handle you slid inside hoping to god that Jungkook wouldn't be there.

Resting your head on the door, you could barely breathe. What were you going to do?

Taking a deep breath you inhaled the comforting scent of Jungkook that permeated the walls of his Golden Closet Studio. You felt so stupid, you'd ruined everything with him and for what?

The knock startled you and you almost gasped revealing your hiding spot. You could hear them in the hall outside.

"She knows he's not here; she probably went back to the condo to get her things."

"I can't believe how badly you fucked this up, Jimin."

Jimin must have alerted Yoongi to the issue. The two men were now seemingly combing the building trying to find you.

"Me? I'm not the one who cheated, don't blame me."

Yoongi's voice was calm instead of sad. Damage control mode, you'd heard it before. It made you question if he was as worried about losing you as he was with protecting his career and the company from this scandal. "I didn't cheat. We only talked about it."

"I don't think Y/N sees that as any different Hyung."

"This is so bad." Hitting what was presumably his head against the door, the thud echoed around the room. "You'd better get your ass into Hitman Bangs office right now and explain to him why his latest girl group suddenly needs a new lead. We can't keep her around if she's going to act so indiscreetly."

"You have to fix this Yoongi. You know how much we all need Noona."

You heard the ding of the elevator and presumed they had both moved on but the quiet was broken when your phone vibrated, shaking the contents of your purse. Seconds later Yoongi's voice cut through the silence, he was leaving you a voicemail.

"I know you're angry. You have every right to be. Can we just talk about it? Give me a chance to explain myself. Tell me where you are, and we'll figure this out okay?"

You'd have to face him sooner or later, so you opened the door.

"Hey."

He looked relieved. "Hey. Can I come in?"

You nodded and held the door wide for him to enter.

"Jungkook's not here?"

You chewed your lip trying to stop yourself from having a complete breakdown. "No, he doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I made it pretty clear that I would always choose you and he didn't take that so well."

"Fuck. I'm such an asshole. I had no idea." He couldn't look you in the eye, so he turned away. "How the hell did it come to this Y/N?"

You wanted to be mad, but you couldn't, you knew you were both to blame. Pressing your face into his back your tears left wet marks on his t-shirt. "I think we both know the answer to that."

"I should have let you go. I knew you were happier with him, but my pride didn't want to lose you like that."

"Yoongi, it's not all your fault."

"It is, though. The minute I felt relieved that I didn't have to put as much effort into our relationship anymore is the minute we should have had this conversation."

He turned to face you and wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you, and I need you to know that I didn't cheat on you. I thought about it but only because I was upset that you were with Jungkook."

You tried to interrupt, to defend yourself but he continued.

"I'm not blaming either of you. You two belong together."

You were frustrated that he couldn't have come to this conclusion sooner. "Well unfortunately, it's too late for that. He fucking hates me now."

The keypad beeped, and Jungkook, looking worn and sad, walked in apparently having overheard your last statement.

"I could never hate you Noona."

Your heart flipped in your chest. You didn't think you'd ever get to see him again.

"I owe you an apology Jungkook. I should have stepped aside when I saw how much you loved her."

Putting his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, Yoongi turned and gave you one last smile. "She needs you, go and take care of your girl."

Closing the door behind him, Yoongi took his leave.

"I'm sorry I came up here. I didn't know where else to go." You brushed the tears that had begun falling away with your fingertips. "I'll go."

He grabbed your hand, so you couldn't walk out. "No! There's no way I'm letting you go this time. I've been miserable the last few days without you."

It was his turn to cry. "Jimin sent me a message and said they needed help finding you. I got so scared that id never see you again."

He pulled you into his arms and kept placing small kisses on top of your head while apologies streamed from his lips.

"I'm so sorry. I swear I never had any intention of ending things when we went to Jeju. I didn't want to give you up but everything you said made sense and I didn't want to hurt Yoongi either."

"I love you so much Jungkook." Your body shook while you sobbed in his arms. "I'm so fucking sorry if I hurt you."

Picking you up in a bear hug he walked you to the couch. "I missed you so much, can we just lay here together for a while? I just want to hold you"

"I don't think we should, actually."

He pulled back, a puzzled look across his face.

"I'm so tired of dorm rooms and studios, Jungkook. I think it's time we try out something more permanent, you know? Just us. Like home?"

The sparkle in his eyes returned. "Like our home, because you're mine now?"

Your heart was full. You didn't need or want anything or anyone else.

"I'm all yours."

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART EIGHT

:Masterlist:

Warnings: just swearing, I think :)

A/N: oof I’m bad at posting on time but here’s part eight! thank you all for your feedback on the last part and feel free to let me know what you think about this part too <3

October 1994

“Ow.”

You groaned as you collapsed in the middle seat of the back of Bobby’s car, so tired that you practically fell asleep the second you got off your feet. It was your second weekend in a row of playing all day shows, and every part of your body was screaming at you in exhaustion.

“Remind me why we’re happy about this gig again?” Alex grumbled from the passenger seat, stretching out his no-doubt sore fingers.

Next to you, Reggie had slumped in his seat. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Even Luke, who was usually still full of adrenaline after a performance, looked a little deflated as he secured his guitar into the trunk and piled into the car. As soon as he sat down in his usual seat on your left, he dropped his entire weight on you, making you fall into Reggie.

“You okay there, Lu?” You asked as you sat as up-right as you could with him still leaning on your shoulder. He muttered sleepily in response and you laughed. “Guys, I think Luke’s dead.”

“I don’t blame him. I’m pretty sure that’s the hardest we’ve ever played.” Bobby sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive in the direction of Reggie’s house to drop him off. You relaxed into your seat, watching the lights fly by the window. You all sat in comfortable silence until Bobby pulled up to a red light and turned around to look at all of you. “Votes for just crashing at the garage?”

You agreed immediately since the studio was a lot closer than any of your houses, and having Bobby drive when he was tired probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

“I could definitely go for not going home.” Alex said and you smiled at him sympathetically. Reggie agreed and turned to ask Luke, but all he got was the sound of quiet snoring in response. You all laughed as Bobby turned around and started driving to his house.

The quiet rumble of the car on the road and the warmth of Luke’s skin against yours was making you more and more tired by the second. You leaned over and rested your head on top of his and closed your eyes.

The drive to the garage was shorter than you thought, but by the time you got there, you were practically ready to pass out.

It took all your energy to gently coax Luke out of your shoulder and hop out of the car to help Bobby unload the equipment out of the trunk and back into the loft. While you were up there, you grabbed a pile of sleeping bags and blankets to give to the boys who were now arguing over what to watch.

They settled on The Empire Strikes Back, per Reggie’s request. You watched it absentmindedly from your spot on the couch, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets. The more time went by, the more your tiredness faded away, leaving you restless and frustrated. When the movie reached the halfway point, you had officially given up on sleeping.

You didn’t realize that you were sighing until Luke, who was laying on the floor under your head, opened his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You muttered.

“It’s okay, I can’t sleep either.” Luke said. “Not when Alex snores like a bear.”

You laughed, looking over to Alex who was sleeping deeply across the room, his snore blocking out the sound of the movie. “Yeah, thank god he’s the only one that does that.”

“Are you trying to say that I snore?” Luke gasped, squinting when you laughed and nodded your head at him. After a minute of silence, Luke looked up at you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.” You said.

“Why didn’t you want to go home?” He asked. “Everything okay with your mom?”

“Yeah, she’s just been working a lot lately and it feels weird being home alone.” You said. “What about your mom?”

Luke was quiet for a minute, so quiet that you almost thought that he fell asleep until he let out a deep sigh. He had told you that things were getting rockier between him and his parents everyday but you could tell by the grimace on his face that something more was going on. “She threatened to make me quit the band.”

“Wait, what?” You said a little too loudly.

“I got an F on a test and she flipped out.” Luke explained. “But if I pass the next one, hopefully she’ll stay off me for a while.”

“I’m surprised that she even let you stay here tonight.” You said.

“Yeah, about that.” Luke cringed. “I didn’t exactly ask her.”

You sighed and shook your head. “You know she’s gonna kill you when you go home tomorrow, right?”

He rolled his eyes but then quickly switched to his puppy-dog look. “Come with me?”

“What? No, I’m not gonna be your accomplice.”

“Please?” Luke begged. “She loves you, and there’s no way she’d kill me if you were there.”

You sighed, cursing yourself for not being able to resist his stupid face. “Fine, but you owe me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Luke beamed.

You reached your arm from the couch and pushed his face lightly. “Go to sleep, weirdo.”

2020

Being dead was boring.

You had poured over your songbook a dozen times, walked laps around the studio, and absentmindedly threw darts against the wall.

Normally, you would drag Alex out into the city or make Reggie sing country songs with you, but everyone was off getting ready for the gig tonight.

So with nothing better to do, you decided to visit Julie at school. You closed your eyes and poofed into the crowded hallway. You spotted Julie putting books into her locker and you phased right next to her.

“Hi.” You greeted and Julie jumped, letting out a quiet squeal.

“(Y/n)! Normal people don’t do that and ghosts definitely shouldn’t. “What are you doing here?” She asked, smiling awkwardly at people who were giving her weird looks as they passed down the hall.

“Well, I think we should decide what song we’re going with tonight.” You said and Julie tilted her head at you and squinted, knowing that you weren’t telling the whole truth. “Okay, and I was also really bored at the studio.”

“So I’m your entertainment?” She questioned as she dug her phone out of her pocket and raised it to her ear so it didn't look like she was talking to herself.

“Yep, you’re stuck with me.” You smiled sweetly.

“Who knew ghosts were so clingy?” She joked, struggling to hold back a smile when you pouted back at her. “Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with that mysterious guy from the café last night? Teddy?”

“I figured I’d be too busy getting ready for the gig so I just swung by and told him to come to the show.” You explained, making Julie raise her eyebrows. “What?”

“Nothing.” She clicked her tongue. "I’m sure Luke is gonna love that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well, Luke doesn’t get to have an opinion.”

“I don’t get to have an opinion on what?” A voice asked from behind you and you whirled around to find Luke leaning against the lockers with a smile. You had been so distracted talking to Julie that you didn’t even hear him phase in behind you.

“The fact that we’re doing ‘Edge of Great’ tonight.” You said quickly, desperately hoping that he bought your lie. Thankfully, he seemed to believe you.

“Sweet. That’s what I was thinking anyway.” He turned to Julie. “Hey, why not ditch school today? Let’s go rehearse!”

“What? No, I can’t. I promised my dad that school comes first. Plus, I have the dance with Nick today.” She reasoned and you smirked, thinking back at the way that he was staring at her at the dance.

“Ooh, Nick.” You teased and Julie glared at you. After a brief second, her eyes widened. You turned to see Nick walking towards her and you quickly grabbed Luke’s wrist and dragged him to the side so they could talk. "Speak of the devil."

“Hey, Julie!” Nick smiled warmly. “Ready for our performance?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna do great.” Julie shoved her phone into her bag, clearly trying not to look over at you and Luke who were watching with rapt attention.

“I’m glad you’re confident. I think that after three classes, I just got worse. But good thing I have my secret weapon.” Nick nervously shoved his hands in his pockets and you couldn’t help but smile at Nick’s way of awkwardly flirting.

Next to you, Luke whooped. “Oh, I think someone’s got a little crush on our Julie.”

You cringed a little as you looked over at him, expecting to see jealousy on his face. But if anything, he looked the exact opposite. Amused and eager to tease Julie about it, the same way he did back when Reggie tried to hit on girls after a gig. He caught you looking at him and softly smiled, a dramatic shift from the teasing smirk he had on a second ago.

“Shut up,” Julie said to Luke, cringing when Nick frowned at her. “I mean, shut up.”

“No, seriously, Molina. I’m nothing without you.” He said. You walked behind Nick, peering over his shoulder to make kissy faces at her which made Luke laugh.

"I'm sure you'll be great." She pushed his shoulder, making you jump back a little. “See you in there?"

“Yeah, I’ll be the guy trying not to make us look stupid.” You watched him walk away before turning to Julie.

"Julie, he totally likes you!" You laughed excitedly.

"Boundaries." She reminded you, but there was a smile on her face. You and Luke both raised your hands in surrender and she waved over her shoulder as she walked away. "I'll see you guys after school, okay?"

Once she was gone, Luke shook his head dramatically. "They grow up so fast."

You snorted. "C'mon, dork. Let's go rehearse."

After getting back to the studio, you immediately snapped into pre-gig mode.

You collapsed on the floor near the couch, sticking your legs up against the armrest next to Reggie as you all listened to Luke go over the song, he ran his pencil along the paper. "So we add the echoes and then the girls come in with the melody.”

You nodded. “Julie gets home in like an hour and then we can start rehearsing.”

Suddenly, there was a loud thud on the garage door and you spun around just in time to see Willie’s head disappear. You frowned and looked over at Alex for an explanation but he just shook his head.

“Again? What’s that about?” Reggie asked but Alex had already poofed out to chase the other boy. You frowned as you stared at the space where he was just sitting, thinking about how happy he was about Willie not even two days ago.

Just as quickly as he left, Alex came phasing back in with a hurt look on his face. You immediately sat up to question him but he just strolled over to his drums and suggested starting practice.

You all agreed reluctantly and got into place. Luke counted down and started to play, stopping almost immediately as Alex started going off course, slamming on his drums a little harder than necessary.

“Al, you okay?” You asked gently as he set down his drumsticks.

“Yeah, why?”

“I know it’s tough, man. They say you never forget your first ghost.” Reggie tried to reassure him. “But I’m sure there will be others.”

“Yeah, and you’re a great drummer and an even greater guy.” You added. “Don’t let all this get in the way of your music.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes a little fire can make things better on stage.” Reggie said, pointing between you and Luke. “Like you guys.”

You were thankful that Luke was behind you and couldn’t see the look on your face. You glared at Reggie but he just smirked back at you, and you made a mental note to kick his ass later.

“What’s your point, Reg?” Playing dumb probably wasn’t your best move, but you could you really didn’t want to make things awkward with Luke again.

“I’m just saying when you play your little on-stage game,” Reggie said. “You guys ooze chemistry.”

“You should never say ‘ooze’ again, but yeah, I agree.” Alex piped up from behind his drums, giving you a shit-eating grin. Great, now you had two asses to kick.

You looked back at Luke to find him already staring at you as he rubbed the back of his neck. You shared a bashful smile before looking everywhere but each other.

“Yeah, but I have chemistry with everyone I sing with.” Luke reasoned, sounding a little panicked. “Watch.”

He walked over to Reggie and sang directly in his face, making you and Alex struggle not to laugh.

“I see chemistry.” Alex joked.

“That was pretty hot.” Reggie admitted as Luke kissed his fingers and pressed them against Reggie’s lips, making him sputter awkwardly. “Girls, am I right?”

Luke laughed as he walked back over to his spot and tugged his guitar strap over his shoulder. “Yeah.”

“No.” Alex said with a smile, making you burst out laughing.

Hours later, you stood on your tip-toes, peering out at the crowd that had grown enough to fill the entire driveway.

As they all waited for the show to start, you reached down and felt the outline of your parent’s photo shoved in your pocket. You patted it for good luck, the way you always did before a performance.

Julie stood in front of the garage doors as they were pulled open. There was a wave of applause and Julie settled behind her mic, greeting everyone before starting her solo. Her voice rang out clear over the soft piano, and everyone watched intently, waiting for the rest of you to appear. On top of the balcony, the fake projector clicked on and you took your cue, smiling at the crowd as your voice joined Julie’s.

Just like every time you made your entrance, everyone gasped in surprise and cheered.

You did your best to pose as you sang and danced around, trying to get everyone hyped up. A few people held up their cameras and took pictures, one girl holding her phone so close to your face that you were a little worried that it would go through your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, there was a sudden bright light. For a second, you thought it was just another person taking a picture with their flash, but then you looked over to see Teddy leaning against the wall. He waved a little and you gave him a small smile before going back to the song.

Just as Luke’s verse started, he followed your eyes and saw Teddy, his usual charming smile faltering for a second before locking eyes with you.

Then it was time for your verse with Julie, so you turned away from Luke and strolled towards the piano, watching as Julie crawled on top of it. You followed her lead and sat on the edge, facing the audience and launching into the lyrics.

You could hear Teddy cheering loudly to your right, catching the attention of the whole band, but mostly Luke. As the music softened, Luke suddenly abandoned his spot behind his microphone and was now slowly walking towards you.

He started playing a solo that definitely wasn't planned and almost drowned out the sound of both your and Julie’s voices. When you turned around, you found that he was only a few feet away.

Luke put on his flirty, on-stage face as he slowly inched forward until he was right in front of you. But there was another layer under it. Something sharper and completely unfamiliar. You must’ve seen a hundred different expressions on Luke's face but he had never looked at you like that before.

You tried to look over Julie, who was looking at the two of you with a smirk, but Luke seemed determined to keep your attention. You were extremely grateful that you couldn't blush because you would've been bright red.

The bubble was broken as the chorus started up again and Luke smirked at you one last time before walking back to his microphone. The crowd roared and you took a breath, mentally cursing him and his stupid face for distracting you.

The soft piano came back in and the boys phased away as you and Julie finished the song. You bowed and disappeared, poofing back into the garage.

It was just after dark when the last of the crowd went home.

Julie stayed around for a while but she eventually went inside too, leaving the four of you alone in the cold night air.

You sat on the concrete of the driveway, your songbook propped up on your knee as you watched the boys play basketball. You cheered them on and absentmindedly scribbled doodles on the corners of pages of your old songs.

There was a sharp pop in the air and you looked up to see Teddy standing at the end of the driveway, his hands in his pockets as he walked closer.

You had been so caught up in Luke during the performance and then celebrating with the band afterward that by the time you went to look for Teddy, he had disappeared. You quickly got up and brushed off your legs before running to meet him.

“Hey! There you are, you kinda disappeared.” You said and Teddy cleared his throat.

“Yeah, sorry. Uh, can we walk somewhere? We really need to talk.” Teddy said and you cringed when you realized that it suddenly went completely quiet behind you.

You looked back at your friends who were all watching you with different expressions. Reggie looked almost nervous as he fidgeted with the basketball in his hands. Next to him, Alex stared Teddy down with his trademark intense glare and Luke just stood there with his arms crossed as he stared into the street behind you.

“Yeah, okay.” You said quickly, hoping to avoid any more awkwardness. You went to lead Teddy away when suddenly the boys stumbled back, groaning painfully as they were hit with another shock. “Shit!"

Without fully meaning to, you ran to Luke first, quickly inspecting him and watching him carefully as he winced in pain. You glanced over to Reggie and Alex to make sure they were okay before turning back to Luke.

“It’s getting worse.” Luke told you as he rubbed his chest.

“Why is this happening to us?” Reggie asked.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the air. "It’s because you guys are in serious trouble.”

You whipped around to see Willie nervously wringing his hands as he stepped into the light.

Alex took a step closer to him, looking dazed like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Willie?”

“Like I said,” Teddy said suddenly, making everyone look at him. “We need to talk.”

Even though you weren’t supposed to be able to get cold anymore, a chill overtook your whole body as you walked down the street.

You could hear everyone talking in front of you but your brain had shut off after Willie explained the basics the first time. Not only was he secretly working for an evil club owner, but Teddy, who you thought was your friend, was teaming up with him in order to steal your soul and make you and your best friends play in a house band for all eternity.

Your brain was so full that you felt like any more information would make you short-circuit.

“So, all these shocks are because of the stamps that Caleb put on us?” Luke asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“He’s threatened by you,” Willie explained as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and whipped around. “You’re the only ghosts that lifers can see without his help.”

Alex, who had been just as quiet as you this whole time suddenly spoke up. “And you let him do this to us?”

“I can’t stop him.” Willie tried to defend himself. “He owns my soul!”

“He owns half of Hollywood’s souls.” Teddy butted in. “It’s kind of his thing.”

Willie took a deep, unsteady breath. “If he even knew we were here talking to you…”

He didn’t finish, but from the pained look on his face, you could tell that he couldn’t have been going anywhere good with that sentence.

Next to you, Reggie crossed his arms. “So if we don’t join his club, this power outage keeps going on until there’s no power left?”

Willie nodded and Reggie scoffed. “And what exactly happens when the power goes out?”

Teddy cleared his throat. “You disappear forever. No crossing over, you just...stop existing.”

“So we have no choice?” Luke snapped as he glared at Teddy. “We have to leave our friend, our band, behind to work for Caleb forever?”

“There is another option.” Teddy said. “If you could figure out your unfinished business, you could cross over in time and be free from all of it.”

“Okay, so what’s our unfinished business?” Luke asked.

“I don’t know.” Teddy gestured to all of you. “But since you all died at the same time, it’s probably something you have to do together.”

“Why should we listen to anything either of you has to say?” Alex said as he glared at both Teddy and Willie. He sounded so betrayed that it made your stomach turn.

“Because I care about you, Alex.” Willie pleaded. “I hate that it’s my fault that you and your friends are in this mess.”

It was quiet for a minute before he looked around anxiously. “I can’t be gone any longer. I’m sorry.”

With that, he disappeared.

“Don’t be too hard on Willie,” Teddy said once he was gone. “He wanted out of the plan the minute Caleb told us everything.”

“And what about you?” You asked, trying to contain your anger and Teddy sighed.

“(Y/n), I know that being your friend started out as a lie,” He pleaded. “But it’s not anymore.”

“You really expect me to believe that?” You scoffed.

“Look, I know you don’t know me, but I know you.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I know how much Cece cared about you, and I know that this isn’t what she would’ve wanted.”

As if everything wasn’t enough, being reminded of Cece made you feel even worse. Teddy was your last connection to her and now you couldn't even stand to be near him. “I think you should go.”

“(Y/n), please-” Teddy tried to take a step closer to you but Alex fixed him with a look so intense that he backed up almost immediately. With a sigh, he phased away, leaving the four of you out on the street alone.

“This is all my fault.” Alex said, his voice breaking a little. “I met Willie, and he introduced us to Caleb.”

“Alex, no.” You shook your head. “This isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“We have to tell Julie.” Reggie said, washing a new wave of sadness over all of you.

“We can’t.” You said. “She’s lost too much already.”

“If we don’t want Caleb to own our souls, we need to figure out our unfinished business.” Luke started walking further down the street.

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Alex asked as you all followed him. “There was so much that we wanted to do.”

Luke suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, his eyes trailing up to the buildings. “The night we died, there was one thing we wanted to do together.”

You followed his eyes to see the Orpheum’s sign casting a blue glow on the street. “Play the Orpheum?”

“Getting that gig was impossible,” Alex said. “We had to call in favors and impress who knows how many club owners. It took us years.”

Just as the last word got out, they were hit with another shock. You cringed in sympathy and rested your hand on Alex’s arm.

“We don’t have years.” Luke said through a groan as he clutched his chest.

Everyone went their separate ways once you made it back to the garage.

Reggie went up to the house, and Alex barely sat still for five minutes before he left to go on a walk, leaving just you and Luke.

You sat on the rungs of the loft's ladder, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to process everything that's happened. Getting so close to living out your dream only to die and become a ghost, finding out that people could still hear you play, Bobby betraying all of you, meeting Julie and Teddy. It all felt so unreal.

There is no way you’d believe any of it if someone told you all this would happen back when you were alive.

Suddenly, Luke appeared at the base of the ladder, frowning up at you. "Uh-oh. You’re perched up there again.”

“What?” You questioned.

“In your thinking spot.” Luke laughed. “Why do you think we all called you ‘Batman’ in seventh grade?”

"How could I not be thinking right now, Lu?" You said as you carefully slid down to the floor, and Luke backed up slightly to give you space. “I mean, we just found out that we have to play an impossible gig and cross over or you guys will-”

The words died in your throat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to talk about possibly losing any of them. Just thinking about it opened a black hole in your chest.

But there was something else on your mind too. Even though you told Alex that it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about trusting Teddy. But for Cece’s sake, you wanted to believe that he was actually your friend.

You wanted to tell Luke everything you were thinking, or at least try to explain why you didn’t take his advice. But of course, Luke already knew what was going on inside your head.

“None of this is your fault, Squeaks.” He reassured. Your lips quirked up slightly at the nickname. You almost couldn’t remember the last time he called you that and hearing it again immediately made you feel warm. "Besides, your unique ability to blindly trust people is one of my favorite things about you."

You snorted and Luke fought a laugh before continuing. “Well, that and your snort.”

“If you’re gonna be mean to me, I’m going back up to my perch.” You jokingly turned towards the ladder but Luke was quick to grab your hand, turning your back around and pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at Luke as his fingers intertwined with yours. You had held hands with Luke countless times, and you hated the fact that it affected you as much as it always did. It was normally just a way of comforting each other. But after the way he acted during the gig, you couldn’t help but wonder if…

“Hey,” Luke said. “We’re gonna figure everything out.”

“How do you know?”

Luke gave you a smile as he pulled you even closer and wrapped his arms around you. “When have I ever been wrong?”

You laughed and Luke squeezed your hand playfully in response. Your head was still spinning with everything that happened tonight, but the guilt had lessened a little as you tucked your head into his shoulder.

You don't know how long you stayed like that. It felt like hours and seconds all at the same time, but when you finally did pull away, you found yourself frozen in place. Your arms still locked each other, your face now just inches away from his.

“(Y/n), I…” Luke started, his voice uncertain as his eyes drifted down to your lips.

Holy shit.

You blinked up at him, actively trying not to freak out while you waited for whatever his next move was going to be. Were you hallucinating or was Luke about to kiss you?

Just as he went to speak again, there was a bright flash and Alex poofed in just a few feet away. As soon as he saw your and Luke’s position, his jaw dropped and he mumbled nonsense for a few seconds before clearing his throat.

“Hey.” He said, sending you an apologetic look as you and Luke separated so fast that it made you dizzy. “(Y/n), can I talk to you for a second?”

You slowly nodded and smiled awkwardly at Luke before grabbing Alex’s arm and dragging both of you out of the studio. All your thoughts from earlier disappeared and were replaced with one simple question:

What the hell just happened?

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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pragma - part eighteen

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

A/N: Ever since I wrote body heat I’ve been thinking about how else one could make love while out backpacking/camping. This chapter involves another way ;)

Also I hc Frankie as a guy who says really cheesy things and tells horrible jokes but in a charming way. This is from his POV.

I have decided to do a few pre-pragma one shots to explore Frankie and reader’s past with each other. Something is mentioned in this chapter and I will expand on it in one of those one shots :)

Enjoy!

Summary: Frankie takes you on a camping trip and makes sure you enjoy yourself.

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(the gif has absolutely nothing to do with this chapter but it’s frankie so lol)

Frankie watched happily as she walked around the house talking about all the things they’d need for their little camping trip. She had pretended not to be excited and he was sure there was a reason behind that—he’d ask later.

“You know, there’s a camping store in town if you’re missing anything,” he told her.

“I’m sure everything I need is out in the attic.”

“The attic?” he asked.

“Yeah…ex thought it took up too much space anywhere else. I never used it with him anyway.” She shrugged. And there it was. “We planned lots of trips that never happened.” Her smile started to fade and Frankie didn’t like the direction this conversation was going in especially because she was just so happy.

“Well, this one is happening. We’re getting away for a while—from bad times, bad memories, your asshole ex—it’s just gonna be us and the mountains and the trees.” He put his hands on her shoulders and she smiled at him. She was back.

“When’s the last time you went backpacking or camping?” she asked.

“A very long time ago. Uh…the last time we all went together, remember? Then there was a time with my dad. It’s all so long ago now.” He scratched his growing beard. “Looks like we both deserve this.”

“There is one thing I think we’ll need to get,” she said, moving in close and fixing the collar of his shirt. “Double sleeping bag?”

“Oh?” He smirked and wrapped his arms around her. “We’re gonna be alone for a while and you might get sick of me because of that. At least here if you kick me outta bed I can sleep on the couch but it’s not the same out there.”

“Well, if we fight while camping, I guess we’ll just have to make-up.” She smiled slyly.

“Thank God for you,” he chuckled, squeezing your butt once.

“Francisco…”

“Hand slipped.”

She slid her hand down and grabbed his butt. “Now we’re even.”

“Yeah, the only difference is that you actually have something I can grab. I’m as flat as a board back there.” He laughed as she shoved him away, giggling.

“You have enough for me,” she said.

“I do?”

“Yup. You know I love everything about you, right?” She looked at him.

“Like what?” He kind of had a thing for hearing her say what she liked about him.

“Well, let’s see. Your hair, your eyes, your nose, lips. The little bit of grey that grows in your scruff. I love how rough your hands are but how gentle they are as well.” She looked at his stomach. “And my favorite, of course.”

“What is it with you and my stomach?”

“It’s cute and I like to rest my head on it.” She chuckled as he ran a hand over his stomach. “And those legs.” She whistled lowly. “Your thighs are a delight, soft but strong.”

“Anything else?” Frankie was sure he had turned red by now.

“You. I just…love you. You give me something to admire about you every day. I’ve never been very religious, but I swear you’re my angel. You were sent here for me. You saved me.” Her voice cracked and she shook her head. “Sorry.”

“You saved me, too. In more ways than you’ll ever know.” Frankie honestly didn’t know where he’d be without her. How’d he get so lucky?

“Well, good thing we get to go camping with each other. If something happens, we can save each other,” she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. Frankie felt himself getting emotional, but held back.

“The only thing we have to do is pick a spot,” he said. “There are so many to choose from.”

“Which do you prefer?”

“Nope. You’re picking.” He pointed at her.

“But you just said we have to pick a spot.” She gestured between the both of them.

“Well, I meant you.”

“Then you have to decide when we go. It’s only fair.” She walked upstairs then called down to him. “How am I supposed to know which spot to choose? I don’t know what most of these places look like.”

“I have a bunch of pamphlets in my truck and…we have the internet.”

When she came back downstairs, she was wearing one of his shirts. “Okay, I’ll grab my laptop.”

“Did you go upstairs just to change into one of my shirts?” He watched her walk to her desk.

“It’s more comfortable.”

“It’s big on you,” he pointed out.

“Which is why it’s comfy.” She sat on the couch and he walked to the door.

“Grabbing the pamphlets.” He ran to his truck and back quickly, settling beside her. “Here.”

She took them and made faces at all of them except for one. “This spot is beautiful.”

“I knew you’d like that one,” he said with a smile.

“How?”

“We went there years ago,” he reminded her. “All of us. Me, you, Santiago, and a few others. Remember?”

“Kind of.”

“Well, you did get shitfaced so I’m not surprised you don’t remember.” He smiled fondly. “It was fucking adorable.”

“Adorable? You’re making fun of me.”

“Nope. You had to know by then that I was crazy about you. Everything you did was cute to me. I loved making you laugh really hard because you would snort and get all embarrassed but…it just made me fall in love with you more." He shook his head and sighed. “I was so in love. Still am.”

“Why didn’t you tell me right then and there?” she asked.

“I…don’t know. I mean, a girl like you and a guy like me…” He eventually told her but that was years later and by then he had been dealing with a whole other mess—the one that probably played a huge role in making her leave.

“Look at us now.” She winked at him then pointed to the pamphlet. “Let’s go here…again. Looks nice and…secluded.”

“You wanna be secluded?” he asked.

She only gave him a look and it dawned on him. “Oh. Oh!”

“Don’t get all shy on me now. Are you telling me you’ve never thought of it?”

“Now I am.” He thought for a moment. “Let’s go this weekend,” he suggested.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Who needs $350 hiking boots?” Frankie asked for the hundredth time as they grabbed their packs out of his truck.

“They were a gift,” she said, struggling to get her pack on. He walked over and helped her then just looked at her. “What? Is something on me?”

“No. You just look…great,” he said. “We better start walking.” He led the way, looking to make sure she was okay every now and then. She kept up every step of the way without complaining. He never doubted her. “How’s this spot?” he asked, leaning against a tree.

“It’s definitely secluded.” She looked around then back at him. “I like it.”

“If we walk out a little more that way,” he pointed, “There’s a great view.”

“Great. Now let’s see if I can remember how to pitch a tent,” she said, dropping her pack.

“I assure you, you have no issues doing that. In fact, you’re very good at it.”

She looked at him and squinted. “Francisco Morales…”

He shrugged. “It’s true.” He took his water bottle out and drank before taking his cap off and squeezing water onto his head and face. When he opened his eyes again, she was staring at him. “What? I have enough water for the weekend.”

“I know.” She drank some of her water then poured some into her hands, rubbing the back of her neck. “This is gonna be fun,” she said, moving to stand beside him as he put his pack down.

“Yup.”

They stood there quietly for a moment then suddenly she was on him. He grunted in surprise as she pushed herself against him, kissing him roughly.

“You look really hot with your hair wet like that,” she said breathlessly. “Did you know that?”

“Now I do.” He grinned before kissing her again, stumbling backwards until he hit a tree.

“We…should…get the tent…up,” she spoke between kisses.

“It already is,” he joked again and she laughed against his lips.

“Mm we should at least wait until the sun goes down.”

“Nuh uh…the way the light is shining down on you right now…just like this. I want to see you.” He turned her so she was against the tree now. She kissed him again, raking her hands through his hair and pulling slightly just the way he liked.

“I had no idea you were so…adventurous.”

“We learn something new every day, hm?” He couldn’t keep his lips off her and she was the same with him. When she turned around and pressed herself against him, he nearly whimpered. He preferred to be able to see her face when he made love to her but they had to get creative out here. She moved her hands from the tree and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down just enough along with her panties.

“Jesus…” Frankie whispered.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. “And don’t worry… I’m ready for you.”

Frankie had been more than ready longer than he cared to admit. He took in the way she placed her hands on the tree for balance as she arched her back just right for him.

“Fuck it.” He made quick work of the fly of his pants, thankful for the relief from constriction. “You’re ready…you’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes Francisco.” She whispered it but as always, hearing her speak his name spurred him on. He placed one hand on her lower back as he guided himself inside. She bit down on her hand to quiet her moan once he was fully inside.

“You okay, baby?” His only answer was her pushing herself back on him and wriggling her hips. “I guess you are.” He kept his hands on her hips for a while, keeping a slow pace, taking his time.

She reached back and took hold of his shirt. “More…please,” she gasped.

He cursed under his breath as he picked up the pace. She moved her hand from his shirt and held onto the tree again. Her body trembled and he crushed himself against her back, wrapping one arm around her and using the other to grab one of her hands that was against the tree. Her knees buckled but he kept her upright.

“I need to see you,” she whimpered and suddenly she was turning around and pulling one of her legs out of her pants. She hooked the leg around his waist and he quickly reached down to get himself inside her again. “Yes."

He hiked her leg up a bit more and she cried out but quickly put a hand over her mouth. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, slowing down.

She shook her head and kissed him before speaking. “You’re just…really deep.”

Now his knees buckled at her words and his fingers dug into her thigh as he felt himself getting close. “You feel so fucking good,” he said in her ear before thrusting faster and harder, hitting that spot she loved over and over again. He finished before her, burying himself within her with a growl. She wasn’t far behind, getting pushed over the edge by the way he throbbed and the sounds he made.

“Holy shit, Frankie.” She noticed how his hips still moved. “Are you still…”

“Shit,” he gasped. “I don’t think I ever came that hard before. I can’t see straight.”

“Can you see me?” she asked and he nodded, kissing her passionately as he carefully pulled out of her and lowered her leg. “I could use a nice nap now. Too bad the tent isn’t up yet,” she jested as she fixed her clothes.

“We’ll make quick work of it. After a little breather.” He sat against a tree and looked at her. “You’re beautiful. Nature agrees with you.”

“Thanks babe. And can I just say that you’re ridiculously handsome. You’re in your element.”

“You trying to get in my pants again?” he teased. “Gimme a few more minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

Frankie held her as she hummed a song he didn’t know. They had made love again after getting the tent up and now they were spent, content with just holding each other.

“I’m glad we did this,” he said.

“Me too. I love all my adventures with you.” She played with his fingers.

“Adventures? What…like Indiana Jones?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, I already found what I was looking for.” He touched her cheek and she looked up at him. “Mi tesoro.”

“And you’re my treasure too,” she said, kissing his chest before resting her head on it again. “We should check out that view tomorrow. Take some pictures and stuff.”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“Are there bears out here?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah probably.” He realized that she was probably a little scared. “But I won’t let ‘em get you. I already staked my claim on this honey.”

Her body shook against his as she laughed. “Did you really just say that?”

“Sure did.”

“Gosh…my boyfriend is so dorky.”

“And you love it,” he said, holding her tighter.

“I sure do.”

[nineteen]

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kickasskody · 3 years

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DAKOTA ‘ kody ’ PIERCE, a character study. “just because i cannot see it, doesn’t mean i cannot believe it.” -- jack skellington

Character’s full name: dakota pierce Reason for name and/or meaning of name: kody’s parents met and fell in love in north dakota, and decided to name their son after the great state 💖 Character’s nickname: kody Reason for nickname: in middle school, kody didn’t think the name dakota was cool. but the name kody, the most generic white boy name ever , was definitely cool Birth date: december 13th, 2002. baby sagittarius

Physical appearance Faceclaim: austin abrams Gender: cis male Height: 5″8 #shortking Build: scrawny boy body. looks like he couldn’t lift more than 30 pounds... PSYCH!!! he’s a vampire so he can actually lift several hundred pounds 🤪🤪🤪 Eye color: blue with little dark green specks Glasses or contacts?: not with that snazzy 4k vampire sight !! Distinguishing marks/scars: funny little frecklescape on his back that looks like this emoji 😦 Hair color: dirty blonde Type of hair: type 1, aka straight hair Hairstyle: gets up out of bed, looks in mirror. maybe tussles it a little bit. thats it Physical disabilities: none Mental disabilities: adhd Clothing style: sweaters sweaters sweaters. striped sweaters ( because the best time to wear one is all the time ), disney sweaters, sweaters with dogs on them. white collared shirts to go underneath most of them. denim jackets, a couple of them tattering with holes in the elbows. black skinny jeans -- like he owns four pairs of the same black skinny jeans. someone tell him that skinny jeans aren’t in style anymore. uses the same jansport backpack he’s had since the eighth grade with a sewn in epcot center patch on the front pocket. dirty checkered vans. falling apart high-top converse. it’s not that he’s poor and can’t afford new things, he just prefers all his old stuff. Make up: has never worn any but wouldn’t be opposed to trying some !!

Personality Good personality traits: good at secret keeping, friendly and uplifting, loyal, thoughtful, great memory, cautious, playful. chaotic good energy 🥰 Bad personality traits: gullible, slightly obnoxious, constantly confused, easily distracted Mood character is most often in: cheery, happy as f, practically bouncing off the walls Sense of humor: goddamn hilarious!!! at least he thinks so lol Articulation: loud and occasionally stuttery. repeating himself pretty often. the type to get lost in the middle of conversation and have to take a second to mentally loop back and remember what exactly they were talking about. uses the word ‘ like ‘ way too much. talks with his hands a whole lot. constantly talking like he’s a kooky disney character on a mission. Character’s greatest joy in life: riding a mf’in roller coaster Character’s greatest fear: disneyworld getting blown up / physically hurting someone Character is most at ease when: he’s curled up with his friends watching a disney movie Most ill at ease when: he’s laying in bed at night, pretending he’s sleeping since he can’t Enraged when: thinking about how there are vampires in bridgemead -- that they could turn other people, kill other people, or worse... harm his friends. Depressed or sad when: drinking from a blood bag. watching disney pixar’s coco. thinkin’ about a disneyworld churro and how he’ll never be able to enjoy the taste of one again. Priorities: at the moment? trying not to hurt anybody. Life philosophy: “Keep Moving Forward!” -- walt disney said that Greatest strength: his optimism / ability to take something sad or bad and turn it around! Greatest vulnerability or weakness: giving just about anyone the benefit of the doubt.

Goals Drives and motivations: getting enough money to be able to travel the world and visit every disney park on the planet. Immediate goals: graduating high school / helping the scooby gang solve mysteries Long term goals: roller coaster designer / engineer. create a haunted house / rollercoaster hybrid ride

Childhood Hometown: orlando, florida Type of childhood: the kind where he’s an only child, where his middle class parents live to please and spoil him, take him to whatever amusement park he wanted to go to and buy him all the best merch. the smile on his face was worth more than anything they ever could’ve purchased for themselves. kody probably would’ve had siblings, but his parents had complications getting pregnant again, and thus they lived to make sure he had the best life possible. Pets: a cat named toulouse ( shoutout aristocats ), but he passed when kody was fifteen Most important childhood memory: waiting in line for five hours to ride harry potter and the forbidden journey at universal studios orlando. blew his little kid mind. Dream job: imagineer!! Religion: non-practicing christians. church on easter and christmas ONLY!

Present Current location: bridgemead, massachusetts Currently living with: his parents 💖 Pets: none Religion: agnostic Sexuality: currently questioning his sexuality. growing up he always felt attracted to both boys and girls, but has never been able to articulate it. he’s only ever expressed interest in women, but he has a fat crush on chris evans as captin america Politics: would be socialist if he cared enough to think about politics Occupation/education: bridgemead high school super senior Mode of transportation: his parents dark blue prius!! but only thursday - sunday

Family Parent one: marcus pierce -- drug store manager Relationship with them: kody and his dad are best buds! if it weren’t for his fathers love for rollercoasters, kody doesn’t know what his life would be like today. they used to play rollercoaster tycoon growing up and kody still cherishes those memories today. Parent two: tina pierce -- bridgemead city manager Relationship with them: kody and his mother have a very loving relationship. however, kody’s adoration for his mother dwindled when it was her job that forced them to move to bridgemead. he thinks of it as her fault that he doesn’t get to go to disneyworld anymore, and there’s a bitter part of him that thinks that if she hadn’t made them leave, he never would’ve become a vampire. he knows its wrong to attribute her to his curse, but sometimes when he’s really sad he cant help it. Siblings: none Other important family members: his widowed aunt shirley who lives twenty minutes from disneyworld and occasionally would join them on their weekend visits to the parks. he misses her greatly 😩😩

Favorites Color: that bright electric blue color on the cinderella castle at disneyworld Music: electronic Food: a disneyworld churro. Film: the incredibles / scooby doo 2002 Drink: pink lemonadde mixed with sprite Form of entertainment: disney+ subscription. if that’s all he had, he’d be content. Most prized possession: a magic kingdom two day passport ticket from the 1980′s

Habits Hobbies: playing rollercoaster tycoon / designing rollercoasters on his computer. obsessively watching ghost club paranormal on youtube. bothering aj with the latest thing on his mind that she definitely doesn’t need to know about Plays a musical instrument?: nope. wishes he could though! Plays a sport?: nope, but would be great at track now that he’s a vampire! How he would spend a rainy day: playing kingdom hearts II in his pajamas. Spending habits: great at hoarding all of his allowance! since he’s not spending it on food, he’s an excellent saver. pre-vampirism kody was not as cautious with his spending. Smoking/drinking/drugs?: no way 🙅🏼 has yet to even try alcohol Extremely skilled at: cheering up his friends! finding the good in others and convincing them to see it too 🤗 Extremely unskilled at: stopping himself from crying when he’s sad / when he’s in the middle of crying. putting together pieces of their investigations. sure, he can find things -- but what the hell is he supposed to do with them once he’s got it?!?! Nervous tics: anxious picking at his cuticles. messing with his hair. aggressive foot tapping. scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything. Usual body posture: that boy has been working on rollercoaster code on his computer for YEARS. his body posture is absolutely RUINED! Mannerisms: constantly talking with his hands. bouncin’ around like tigger when something exciting happens. abbreviating things that don’t need to be abbreviated. the loudest in the room at all times.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Leader or follower? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? HELL YEAH.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: before the year 2020, kody actually quite liked himself! he realized that he was goofy and sometimes not everyones cup of tea, but for the most part, he knew he was a good guy who was a little obnoxious! now, he has mixed feelings about himself. vampirism has elevated a lot of his emotions and more often than not now, he dislikes himself for what he’s become, or what he could become if things turn bloody. One word the character would use to describe themselves: spunky What does the character consider their best trait?: his compassion What does the character consider their worst trait?: his gullibility What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: his fluffy hair !! What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: that he’s a short king. stream short kings anthem by tiny meat gang How does the character think others perceive them?: he’s pretty sure most people think that he’s wildly annoying, but that doesn’t stop him from being fully himself most of the time! What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his vampirism!! get this shit out of him just make him a normal aging boy again!!

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: kody is a big ole’ ball of love, and thus so, he tries to share that with everyone. strangers are treated with compassion, acquaintances are treated as old friends, and friends are treated like family. unless kody already knows someone to be a bad person, or is wary of them, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people one could ever meet. Opinion of the Scooby Gang: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: it depends on the topic, but for the most part, yes. when it comes to most scooby gang related endeavors, kody will share his thoughts -- if it’s something related to movies or tv, he’ll be talking your ear off for hours. if it’s something that could result in it hurting someone else, he’ll be quiet, and if his vampirism was ever to come into question, he’d be absolutely be suppressing it. Most important person in character’s life: oh god, not to pick scooby gang favorites, but probably aj. she’s the closest thing he has to a sister, and he doesn’t know what he would do without their banter, and her support. Best friend/s: aj darke, dylan frye, & arabella byrne Dating experience: absolutely none. kissed 2 girls in the span of 2 years over 3 years ago. Romancing: kody wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to get someone to date him. all he knows is the stuff he’s seen on tv, watched in movies, or experienced around him ( such as his parents successful marriage, or his friends dating people ), but if it were to come down to him, he’d be extremely awkward. picture tom holland’s spiderman trying to talk to zendaya’s mj in far from home -- because that’s extremely accurate. kody isn’t trying to date anyone right now for a couple of reasons: one being that he’s too nervous, and not exactly looking for love, but if it were to happen... he wouldn’t run from it necessarily. but two being that his vampirism creates a bit of a problem for him, and he’s not sure if he should subject anyone to the curse he’s stuck with.

Extra Physicality: if necessary, could probably lift a car and throw it down the street. as of right now, doesn’t know how strong he really is / is more concerned about hurting his friends with this supposed strength than he is finding out how many hundreds of pounds he could lift. kody in a fight? probably losing within the first five seconds, unless bloods drawn and the instinct to pounce takes over. Species: vampire How do they feel about it?: hates it. would do anything to reverse it. wishes he had just stayed a little longer at karma cafe that night. or had never gone at all. How do they look in their supernatural form?: pretty much the same, however when he’s hungry and near blood, his eyes go all dark and bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes start to pulse ( basically just like vampire diaries ), but kody is unaware of this since he’s never seen it happen to himself or another vampire

#bridgemeadtask01 #shoutout aaustinabrams for this gif #idk how to credit gif makers listen thats my credit right there

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weekendwritingmarathon · 3 years

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This weekly roundup includes fics written (at least in part) during the 1k1h sprints and/or the Weekend Writing Marathon events.

Fics are ordered first by fandom, then by word count from smallest to largest.

Always by sakarrie

Carmen Sandiego || Gen, Carmen & Player || Teen & up || Graphic Descriptions of Violence || 2,941 words || WIP

Summary: The horror had struck her with full force. Being an ex-criminal and working in a dangerous field, she’d heard a lot of stories about Last Words, but watching them slowly form across Player's face in his scribbly handwriting was something she'd never expected to experience. Player was going to die. And from what his Last Words were, Carmen knew it would be her fault. Or: AU where a person's Last Words are written on their skin and can only be seen by the person who is going to hear them before they die. Carmen sees Player's Last Words.

Other tags: Season/Series 04, Last Words AU, Player & Carmen Sandiego | Black Sheep Friendship, Protective Carmen, Protective Player, Hurt Player, Hurt Carmen, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, No Major Character Death, Happy Ending

Don’t Go Alone by Yuliares

Hades (video game) || Gen or pre M/M || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 1,728 words || Complete

Summary: Zagreus is touched to receive a gift from Thanatos… touched and alarmed, because how in the literal underworld is he supposed to keep it in one piece amidst his never-ending gauntlet of battle, lava, and hellfire?

Other tags: Gift giving, mending, misunderstandings

Layer Me Sweet by Yuliares

The Old Guard || Joe/Nicky || General || No major warnings apply || 1,056 words || Complete

Summary: A chance meeting has Joe scrambling for an excuse to hang out with a cute, baklava-buying customer.

Other tags: Meet-Cute, AU, baklava

Sunflower Pawprints by Yuliares

The Old Guard || Joe/Nicky || General || No major warnings apply || 1,389 words || Complete

Summary: Two different college students, in two separate apartments... and one presumptuous cat.

Other tags: Meet-Cute, AU, Meddling Cat

Not Your Guardian Angel (chapter 13) by @tryslora

Original Fiction (Welcome to PHU) || M/F/F (Shane/Pels/Jess) || Teen & up || Author chooses not to give major warnings || 4,372 / 55,736 words || WIP

Summary: Pels and Shane go on a date. It goes about as awkwardly as one might expect.

Other tags: Magic, College, Guardian Angel, Ghosts, Soulmarks

Not Your Guardian Angel (chapter 14) by @tryslora

As Above || 4,821 / 60,557 words || WIP

Summary: The evening starts with checking in with people about missing people, and ends with a campfire.

Where Do We Stand? by fpwoper

Supernatural || Castiel/Benny || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 858 words || Complete

Summary: Dean has found Castiel in Purgatory, but he figures that there’s something weird about the vampire that keeps tagging along with them. The first interlude; the one where Dean finally understands.

Other tags: Purgatory, Sort of Canon If You Squint, But also, Canon Divergent, (Because I’m not Good At Canon), Implied Masturbation, fuck buddies, Voyeurism, getting caught, Bottom Castiel, Top Benny Lafitte

Graceful but Human by fpwoper

Supernatural || Castiel/Benny || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 1,480 words || Complete

Summary: Castiel is trying to suppress his grace, but that does mean that he feels more human now… The first instalment; Or the one in which Benny and Cas meet.

Other tags: Purgatory, Sexual Frustration, Blowjobs, Sort of Canon If You Squint

Ignite the Flame (in Me) by fpwoper

Supernatural || Dean/Cas, Dean/Benny, Dean/Cas/Benny || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 1,889 words || Complete

Summary: Dean finds something intriguing and wants to touch it even though Cas and Benny warn him against it. He doesn’t listen and has to live with the consequences (but he’s not quite expecting what’s happening). The second instalment; the one where Dean is hit by a curse.

Other tags: Purgatory, Sort of Canon If You Squint, But also, Canon Divergent, (Because I’m not Good At Canon), dubcon, Sex Pollen, or well, Sex mist, Fuck Or Die, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Top Benny Lafitte, Threesome, Spit As Lube, Semen as lube, Omegaverse-like qualities, But Not Omegaverse!, Gags, Spitroast

Sicarius by Im_Tytastic

Teen Wolf || Jackson Whittemore/Stiles Stilinski || Teen & up || Author chooses not to give major warnings || 397 words || WIP

Summary: “What happened to you, Stiles?” “I don’t know,” Stiles said, “I don’t know,” he repeated, softer.

Other tags: Original Male Character(s), Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Assassination Attempt(s), Other Additional Tags to Be Added

critique is its own form of hurt/comfort by tryslora

Teen Wolf || Derek/Stiles || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 1,480 words || Complete

Summary: Matt says writing is a competition. Stiles disagrees.

Other tags: AU-College, Writer!Stiles, Writer!Derek, Tea

Have you posted a fic recently? Any active WWM participant can Submit your fic here by midnight EST Wednesday and it will be included on next Friday’s WWM Fic Roundup post.

#wwm fic roundup #carmen sandiego #hades #the old guard #original fiction #welcome to phu #supernatural #teen wolf #fanfic

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Piece of Cake

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I got hungry writing this so now you can get hungry reading it! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Okay, I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to know why the hell we should do this’, Captain Fowler sighed standing in front of the briefing room. ‘Just so you don’t give me shit, my superiors decided it’s necessary to do some image polishing. We will hold a baking competition next Sunday. The revenue will be donated to New Jericho to help newly deviated androids after the revolution.’ A collective groaning passed through the rows. Most had hoped to use their free weekend in other ways than bake something at work and even those who had to work on Sunday had better things to do. ‘Right. Now to move on to the second point on my list. Nines? If you were so nice to stand up?’ All heads turned towards the new face in the force. An android that looked uncannily familiar to Connor and gave them all an uncertain little wave of the hand. ‘This is Nines, an RK900 model. He is our newest Detective recruit from the Academy. Be nice to him.’ More groaning. A baking competition was bad enough, now they had another damn android in their ranks. Perfect. But Fowler was quick to silence them: ‘By the way, I knew I had to give you all an incentive to perform your best in the competition. Reed hadn’t had a partner in a long time. Whoever performs worst will be partnered up with him.’ ‘The phck?’, Gavin revolted instantly and the rest of the DPD had a similar opinion about it. Fowler ignored the comments. ‘And- Whoever performs second to worst has to show the newbie around.’ Again the group started to complain, but Fowler just smiled and left, his amusement barely hidden when he ordered: ‘Dismissed!’

Gavin spent his free Friday contemplating over his cookbooks. He knew he wasn’t the best with baking. He occasionally made bread and he was able to cook some basic meals. He hadn’t much time to do more anyways and he didn’t bother too much with it. His cupcakes were decent enough, he thought. But they didn’t really taste good. And he needed to be good. The moment he had seen the new android, he had decided he wanted nothing to do with the man. He looked like Connor, he seemed to behave like him, and he was an android. Enough reasons for him. So, he definitely didn’t want to be second to worst. But he could do that, right? He would practise a bit and simply recreate the recipe on Sunday. He would practise until his cupcakes were perfect. It would be an easy win.

On Sunday, half the DPD’s bullpen was redesigned as a makeshift kitchen: Mobile heating plates were installed, and Mixers stood all about as well as portable ovens. Most of the DPD that had been condemned to take part in the competition already milled about. Gavin repositioned his heavy bag of ingredients, bowls and utensils on his shoulder and headed for a station in the far end of the room. Until Tina held him back and gave him a little piece of folded paper with an evil smirk. ‘You are the last to arrive, Gavin. So you end up with the last person not partnered up yet: Nines.’ ‘The phck?’ Gavin unfolded the paper and evidently, there was the name RK900 written on it. ‘You are supposed to work together on this and produce two different pastries. Did no one tell you?’ ‘No!’ ‘Well now I have’, Tina laughed at him. ‘Consider it a team building exercise.’

Gavin went to his station and glared at the android that joined him as he entered the bullpen minutes later. ‘Hello, my name is Nines’, he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Gavin ignored it. ‘I know. Name’s Reed. What did you plan on doing?’ ‘Cupcakes?’, the android offered, letting his hand fall to his side. ‘No phcking way. That’s my thing. Choose something else!’ Nines looked to the ground. ‘I can’t do anything else.’ ‘Then download some program or something.’, Gavin groaned already frustrated when they hadn’t even started. ‘That would be cheating.’

Gavin stared at the thing, thoughts of murder running through his head. Alright, that wasn’t too bad. He thought to have memorised the recipe from a cake somewhere… It would work, they would be fine. He just had to be better than second to worst. He would manage. ‘Alright, then let’s begin, tin-can.’ The android systematically began adding ingredients while Gavin began preparing the oven and the cupcake tray, all the while watching Nines’ hands. ‘Hey, don’t you think you should weigh your amounts first? Instead of just throwing shit in?’ ‘I don’t need a scale. I can measure the force of it on my hand and subtract.’ Gavin shrugged. Right. Android. ‘Alright, let’s put them in the oven and be done with the first hopefully better-than-second-to-worst batch’, Gavin announced, his mood actually not too bad realising that he had spent barely an hour here and already had their first project in. ‘It hasn’t reached optimal pre-heating temperature’, the android disagreed. ‘You kidding me?’ ‘No, the recipe asks for 176.67 degrees Celsius. It takes the oven 14.7 minutes to reach that temperature.’ Gavin looked at the android truly rethinking his life choices. ‘And what would that be in normal units?’ ‘The metric system is the “normal” for most countries and apart from Kelvin, what isn’t commonly used out of scientific-‘ ‘What is it in Fahrenheit?’ ‘350°F. We still need three more minutes until-‘ Gavin grabbed the tray and slammed it into the oven, causing a bit of the dough to swash over the edge. He didn’t care anymore.

Nines blinked at him, but apparently managed to accept what happened. ‘What did you plan on baking, Detective?’ ‘Phcking told you already: cupcakes’, Gavin hissed. ‘The task was to create two different-‘ ‘I know!’, the man shouted and earned some surprised looks from the people around him. ‘I phcking know, let me think for a minute!’, he demanded a bit quieter once they had turned back to their stations. But the android actually shut his mouth for once. Gavin turned to the ingredients he had left. He had to remember the recipe for a marble cake. He had baked this cake every year for Eli’s birthday when they had still lived at home. You wouldn’t forget something like that, surely.

He patted the egg carton before opening it. You needed eggs, that much he was sure of. How many? No idea. Butter and flour were a must have in every recipe and they still had enough of that. Sugar and baking powder. Maybe milk? Maybe not? He remembered rum was also part of it, but they didn’t have any and borrowing some from Connor who was working on something ambitious he had currently set on fire to be fancy with the glazing felt too much like admitting defeat. Cocoa-powder and chocolate also laid on the table. He shrugged. So much for practising the entirety of Friday.

Gavin went on with mixing his ingredients together. Like always he feigned total confidence despite complete nescience. He added what he felt was right, using the scale to determine an amount that sounded convincing enough. He decided against the milk in the end and ended up with two batches of dough that could be the real thing. He was quite proud of himself. Both batches had the right respective colour and a consistency cake-dough could theoretically have. He was about to go on with it, as the android next to him opened the oven. ‘It isn’t ready yet’, Gavin commented absent-mindedly, still looking at the bowls. ‘They will take a few more minutes.’ ‘How do you know?’, Nines asked. ‘Doesn’t smell right yet’, Gavin said. ‘But the recipe spoke of-‘ ‘Recipes are lying’, the human interrupted. ‘You need to feel when they are ready.’ ‘Feel when they are…’, Nines seemed to mull it over, but then shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. The first recipe for cupcakes was written in 1796. One would think they got the baking time right by now.’ With these words, Nines took the tray out of the oven, continuing to lift them onto a plate by tugging them out by the paper holder. ‘Well it’s your pastry’, Gavin shrugged, thinking that the machine just added one project with the potential to be a phck-up to the pool. More chances for him to succeed. With a sigh he added both batches of his dough to a ring cake form and put it on a tray. Now he just had to wait for it to bake and felt quite confident of reaching his goal to be at least third last.

‘Okay then, let’s look at the results!’, Fowler announced once all stations were cleared. ‘First we have Connor!’ He went over to Hank and Connor’s table. The cake looked like the pictures in a cookbook, something you would never be able to recreate, and the damned android did it. It was a very ambitious take of a layer cake with cream and a flambéed glazing. Phcking show-off. Hank had prepared macarons that apparently tasted delicious. Well, that was to be expected from an android and a family man. Next up were Tina and Chris. Tina had made an assortment of tiny cakes with different toppings and tastes. Gavin knew first-hand that they were amazing from all the times she had made them for their movie nights. Chris had opted for a simple yet suasive apple strudel. Again, probably taught by helping his wife. Wilson and Person had created waffles and pancakes. Gavin was tempted to call that cheating, but they had also prepared trimmings of hot cherries, cream and cinnamon apples. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

As Fowler walked over to their table, Gavin held on to the hope that they would be better than Person and Wilson just because they had put just a bit more effort into it. But his heart sunk as he tasted a cupcake and scrunched up his face in disgust. ‘The dough is still raw inside!’ Immediately Gavin hoped that his would be the worst. If he was the absolute worst, he would be partnered up with himself and Nines had to show his phcking self around. That would be fine. That would be perfectly fine. The other way around though… ‘Okay, Reed, this is cake, but it tastes horrible.’ Well shit.

‘Let’s conclude!’, Fowler announced in a festive tone that made Gavin sick. The Captain had immense fun by doing this, Gavin was sure of it. ‘Nines is partnered up with Gavin, Gavin shows him around, and everything except of their projects will be sold to raise money for New Jericho!’ Gavin and Nines used the short break to look at each other in fear of the things yet to come. Fowler turned to them and grinned knowingly. ‘Case closed!’

#detroit become human #dpd #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Captain Fowler #let's be honest he just wanted some snacks #initial idea was for Gavin to try something ambitious so he would most definitely fail and be partnered up with himself #only to discover that Nines is just absolutely horrible #But I liked this better #I learned a lot of new words with this what the hell is the english language #also boring language because ring cake isn't as funny to say as Gugelhupf #don't ask me why we call it that it doesn't really make sense #didn't expected to search what year cupcakes first made for an android story but here we are #want cake now

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unscharf-an-den-raendern · 4 years

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Interview with Ralf from 2005 (translated from German)

Read the original German version here: http://www.electroempire.com/index.php?thread/1755-ralf-h%C3%BCtter-kraftwerk-interview-2005/

They’re the most influential German band of all time, for a third of a century they advanced and shaped electronic music like no one else. During that time, they only gave about one hundred interviews worldwide, the living legends are considered to be media-shy. Now Arschmaden-rave-magazin managed to be the first German magazine since 2001 to get an exclusive interview with the Düsseldorf sound pioneers Kraftwerk. Hauke Schlichting was allowed to spend almost an hour on the phone with Ralf Hütter and found out that music gods are also completely normal people sometimes.

Hauke Schlichting: Are there many pre-order of the notebook edition of “Minimum Maximum” already?

Ralf Hütter: I think so. Kraftwerk is not just music, we also create the lyrics, the pictures and the entire visual concept. I’ve been doing that with my partner Florian Schneider since 1970. This notebook edition enables us to put a lot of ideas into effect that we had for a long time. And now that it's finished, it's a liberating moment.

Hauke Schlichting: I once saw you in the audience of a talk by Oskar Sala. I suppose that pioneers like Sala, John Cage and certainly Karlheinz Stockhausen were a source of inspiration for Kraftwerk...

Ralf Hütter: Especially in our living environment in the second half of the sixties. Our friends and we were involved in the art scene. Electronic music was not foreign to us.

Hauke Schlichting: In an old interview from 1976 you said: "The world of sounds is music.” The first thing that came to my mind was whether the members of Kraftwerk listened to and liked music by noise musicians or even industrial music? Is that a similar approach?

Ralf Hütter: I can only speak for myself now, but I definitely see a spiritual kinship there. Definitely.

Hauke Schlichting: You called your music "Industrial Folk Music" once...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, but not with an F. It was about "Industrielle Volksmusik", the English translated it. It was an idea of the electronic Volkswagen. That's a concept. We have always reported on everyday things. "Autobahn", for example, was an attempt to make everyday music.

Hauke Schlichting: Is there any electronic music from - let's say the last 20 years - that inspired you?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, especially this spiritual kinship between the two cities starting with a D.

Hauke Schlichting: Düsseldorf and Detroit!

Ralf Hütter: Right. We know the creative heads of Detroit like Derrick May, Mike Banks and Kevin Saunderson. And that's what we consider to be a real inspiration, alternating, which finds its sound in this language. The dynamic that's in there, like in here. This electric funk or whatever you want to call it, that's a spiritual kinship.

Hauke Schlichting: Were the first Cybotron records of Juan Atkins things that you already noticed back in 1981?

Ralf Hütter: We were also in New York earlier, where the record company took us to some afterhours in non-authorized clubs.

Hauke Schlichting: They already existed back then!?

Ralf Hütter: Yeah, sure, at the end of the seventies. Then we had the experience that Afrika Bambaataa played our song “Metall auf Metall”. I thought, oh, fine, and then more than a quarter of an hour went by and I started wondering, because the song is not that long. Until I realized that he combined it with several record players.

Hauke Schlichting: A live remix with turntables, so to speak...

Ralf Hütter: That must have been in '77.

Hauke Schlichting: Mr Bambaataa is definitely a pioneer as well.

Ralf Hütter: Definitely.

Hauke Schlichting: There are an infinite number of songs nowadays which obviously sampled Kraftwerk. You were once described as "the most sampled artists besides James Brown". Are you annoyed when this happens without being asked?

Ralf Hütter: In the right music it is mental communication. Creative feedback. But if they appear on any “cucumbers” (Translator’s note: Ralf means bad musicians) or purely commercial products, then our publishing house will take action.

Hauke Schlichting: Do you collect your own records? If you want to own all the Kraftwerk records, including all the different pressings, you’d have to collect several thousand.

Ralf Hütter: I think that's materialistic nonsense. It's like collecting beer coastes. That’s totally uninteresting. It's about music, not about some pieces of plastic.

Hauke Schlichting: But they say that you collect old synthesizers.

Ralf Hütter: Our studio has been changing constantly since 1970, there are always new things being wired, installed or programmed. Improved. So often some equipment is put away, first in the warehouse, because you might need them again. At some point they were standing there, nobody wanted them, then they got dusty, then reactivated in the Kling Klang Museum. Ten years later we restored and repaired them all to the latest state of the art. Now we have been asked if we could make them available for an exhibition, but at the moment we can't give them away because they are actually in use. Over the last twenty years, we have transferred all the original Kraftwerk sounds to the digital level. Together with our electrical engineers Fritz Hilpert and Henning Schmitz.

Hauke Schlichting: You used to take a lot of equipment weighing tons with you on tour.

Ralf Hütter: Yes, the Kling Klang Studio is our instrumentarium. It has been like that ever since the first concerts. At that time they were still single instruments or single racks with many cables. Then at some point we assembled them in multi-racks.

Hauke Schlichting: The live equipment was always identical to the studio equipment. Is that still the case now? The things you carry around with you now are much more compact.

Ralf Hütter: Now we play with the virtual Kling Klang Studio with laptops at concerts in real time and mobile. That's why we have been able to travel all over the world since 2002. Today we have complete access to the entire audio-visual show, which also changes a bit from concert to concert. That's what makes it interesting. We no longer have to build it up every day to reach a fixed status, we can work with it live. In the past we were on tour rather reproductively, a lot of things didn't work, that was actually a torture, these concerts back then. That's why we only did one tour, in 1975 ("Autobahn"), then for years almost nothing and in 1981 ("Computerwelt"), when we did another tour, we also used many tapes in addition to my analog sequencer, because our music was actually not playable live at that time.

Hauke Schlichting: The live DVD you’re releasing now gives the illusion that it is the complete recording of one concert. If you take a closer look, you will see that it has been put together from many concerts. Was there no concert that was great from front to back?

Ralf Hütter: We recorded and documented everything. We then selected the recordings based on quality and intensity. That was then put together. That is also our concept of electronic mobility. "Tour de France" should definitely be from Paris, "Autobahn" from Berlin, "Dentaku/calculator" from Tokyo. We had a lot more material available later, but we couldn't put that in. In Santiago de Chile, for example, the audience has the best timing in the world when clapping along. I've never experienced anything that synchronous before.

Hauke Schlichting: When Kraftwerk is in the studio, do you sometimes make music just for fun, just playing around a bit?

Ralf Hütter: We once said that the music composes itself.

Hauke Schlichting: That means constant trying out and jamming around?

Ralf Hütter: That's where we actually come from, we've been doing that since the late sixties. For more than a third of a century we've been walking on the same electronic path. We just try to be open for ideas. They come when you cycle, like “Tour de France”, they come when you drive, like “Autobahn”. Some things also arise from texts, from books, from all kinds of things. We use all mental ideas, we do not work according to one principle. The freedom lies precisely in the fact that all art forms are open to you today. It is a gift that we live in a time where you don't need a large orchestra and where you don't need a nobleman who puts gold ducats at your disposal. Now there is an autonomy that can be realized through the man-machine Kraftwerk.

Hauke Schlichting: Your studio seems a bit like a fortress against the outside world. But you have emphasized several times that you are not isolated at all, that you meet a lot of friends and actually lead a very normal life. But we know relatively little about that. Does that mean that private life is the super important compensation for an artist's life?

Ralf Hütter: No, we see ourselves as scientists, as music workers. We do our work, we drink a cup of coffee in the morning, on weekends we ride our bikes. We go to clubs because the lively scene of electronic music is important to us. And that's where it takes place. We have been connected to club culture since the sixties.

Hauke Schlichting: Does that mean that you now travel more often or specifically to performances by live artists or DJs?

Ralf Hütter: Mostly that happens when we are on the road. If the travel plan allows it, because otherwise it can happen that you can't concentrate at concerts in the evening due to lack of sleep. Working at the screen, with the mouse, they’re very fine movements. Minimal movements with maximum effect on sound and images. Again a mental reference to this work "minimum-maximum".

Hauke Schlichting: Can you imagine working with other musicians?

Ralf Hütter: We already worked together with different musicians, especially with music engineers. For example with François K, with William Orbit, with Etienne de Crécy, with Orbital, with Underground Resistance.

Hauke Schlichting: The revision of your back catalogue is now finished...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, finally. It is also about clarity and now for the first time everything is as it was intended.

Hauke Schlichting: Can you release more albums in the future that way?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, also because the technical development has changed in our favour. We now have the right tools at our disposal, so we don't have to spend so much time on wiring and installation.

Hauke Schlichting: The teen newspaper Bravo quoted you in 1975 with the sentence: "One day they will imitate our music. Could you have imagined back then that this would really happen?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we thought so at that time. We played the album to them in my old Volkswagen. We had a big loudspeaker in the back, we didn't have the kind of equipment we have today. And then my friend Florian and I drove on the motorway with our poet and painter friend Emil and Bravo. At the beginning of the seventies our music was mostly only played in special radio programmes, e.g. by Winfried Trenkler. Before "Autobahn", Kraftwerk only existed in this art and student scene. And then live, we come from this live music scene. That we now play electronic music all over the world again is something where the circle closes. Now it takes on the shape we imagined in our imagination at the time.

Hauke Schlichting: Thirty years ago you also said: "In twenty years, in our opinion, there will hardly be any groups with guitars and drums any more. For us these instruments belong to the past already today."

Ralf Hütter: Right.

Hauke Schlichting: But that didn't quite come true.

Ralf Hütter: There are many antiques. But that is still true. There are also still symphony orchestras. In our opinion, the thoughts or essence of the present can only be realized with adequate means.

Hauke Schlichting: You have very few concrete political statements in your music...

Ralf Hütter: Rather socio-political, from our everyday life.

Hauke Schlichting: You only find a concrete one in the new version of "Radioactivity".

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we inserted that because there were endless misunderstandings. We simply wanted to clarify these misunderstandings with one word ("Stop").

Hauke Schlichting: Because of the last album the topic of cycling was once again massively brought into the picture...

Ralf Hütter: I had written this lyrics in 1983 with my French friend Maxime Schmidt. Florian was experimenting with sounds at the same time with his first sampler. This resulted in the album concept "Tour de France". At that time we released only that one single under time pressure and then the ideas fell a bit into oblivion. However, this practically slumbered as a film script in a long version in the studio under the heading unfinished projects. And we just finished that now.

Hauke Schlichting: You have been active as cyclists for a very long time...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, since "Mensch-Maschine". The concept of "man-machine" has brought an awareness, from the pure sound field of music a dynamic physicality man-machine has conclusively emerged. We tried that out and the fascination has remained.

Hauke Schlichting: The unity of man and bicycle is still the man-machine.

Ralf Hütter: That's how it is.

Hauke Schlichting: The man-machine motif has always been a dream of mankind. It already existed with the Greeks, it played a major role with the alchemists, in E.T.A. Hoffmann's "Sandman", in the film "Metropolis" - there are countless examples.

Ralf Hütter: That had become reality for us. There was often the misunderstanding of the machine-man, but we were always concerned with man-machines. We are interactively connected with the machines, that has remained so until today, that is actually a synonym for Kraftwerk.

Hauke Schlichting: Was Kurt Schwitters' "Schmidt-Lied" from 1927 the model for the album "Radioaktivität"?

Ralf Hütter: I've never heard it.

Hauke Schlichting: May I quote from it?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, of course!

Hauke Schlichting: "Und wenn die Welten untergehn, / so bleibt die Welle doch bestehn. / Das Radio erzählt euch allen, / was immer neues vorgefallen. / Und funk ich hier ins Mikrofon, / hört man im Weltall jeden Ton. / Und bis in die Unendlichkeit, / erfährt man jede Neuigkeit. / Wir funken bis zum Untergang / ins Weltall kilometerlang." ("And if the worlds go under, / the wave will still exist. / The radio tells you all, / whatever new happened. / And if I radio here into the microphone, / you can hear every sound in space. / And to infinity, / you'll hear every news. / We'll radio until the end / to space for miles and miles."

Ralf Hütter: A spiritual bond!

Hauke Schlichting: It only remains for me to say that we all hope not to have to wait that long and we are looking forward to new material. You will be turning sixty next year, I hope that Kraftwerk will continue to produce music for a very long time and present it live. But if you've been cycling for 25 or 30 years, like you do, then you should probably be fit.

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we are.

Hauke Schlichting: Wonderful, good luck for the future and thank you very much.

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That Kid You Knew - 1

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

Masterlist

Buy me a ☕ @iron-man-bingo Square: One Night Stand

Warning: Drug use, Smut (F|M, oral sex, vaginal sex), mentions of unplanned pregnancy

Word Count: 4021

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary: You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him. When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

A/N: This is a remix of an old fic of mine that will hit about 6 of my fills for the @iron-man-bingo, including remix of a fic. Which is why I’m remixing it in the first place. If you have read my fic Boy Next Door you’ll recognize this. The differences will get more obvious as you go on.

Chapter 1

The way the drugs coursed through your system made your pulse race and your mind fuzzy at the edges. Everything felt so good and looked so good. You just wanted to touch everything. As you looked around the room the lights danced on the walls drawing your attention. It was like being in a dream.

You saw Tony walk into the room. God, you’d known that man for so long now you couldn’t remember a time pre-Tony. Your father had worked closely with Howard at Stark Industries, meaning that any company picnic or weekend business meeting, Tony was there with you. He had been in the same class at school as your oldest brother and had been the same age as your sister. He’d come to your house after school and pretend to do homework when really he was just taking a break from being a Stark. You had always gotten on well. He was a bit of a shit but nice enough. He’d also always seen you as a kid so that was that. He was just this kid you had grown up with.

When his dad died you’d been at the funeral. You hadn’t been surprised that he stepped up as the CEO of the company. You also hadn’t been surprised that he was still the playboy he had been since he hit puberty. He’d started drinking young and you sometimes worried it would be the drinking that took him out in the end too.

You hadn’t seen him since the funeral and the past ten years he seemed to be circling the drain. Stark Industries was still trading well. He definitely seemed to be inventing the kinds of things the government wanted. But with all the rumors of women and drugs and gambling on top of the weapons building, you wondered what happened to the Tony Stark you had grown up with.

Only now, you weren’t so sure. You were surprised he was even here to be honest. It was just some stupid unofficial high school reunion thing where some people were in town and they had just invited other people who were in town and no one was from the same class or the same age and everyone had thought it would be funny to get a keg and then drugs had been bought and even though you were all supposed to be ‘responsible adults’ you were acting like a bunch of teenagers. The Tony Stark shouldn’t be at a party like that. He was big time. The rest of you were just the rabble.

He seemed so casual though. He was definitely high. Shit, so were you, so you couldn’t judge. He had a suit jacket over a t-shirt with David Bowie on it. The sunglasses he had on, despite it being dark inside, looked expensive whereas the converse he’d matched with his dress pants were the standard kind you could get for thirty bucks. It was the Tony you remembered when you were kids, only now he was in his early thirties.

He looked good too. Fit and well groomed. You could see exactly what every woman who had ever slept with him must have seen. There was a charm to him. A kind of magnetism that drew you in. You could almost see the threads tugging at you, calling you to him.

You got up off the couch from within the pile of people who were all just snuggled in together watching the lights and you approached him. The music had a deep bass that traveled up your spine and you couldn’t help but move with it. You weaved your way through the group gathered around Tony and smiled at him. “Hey, Tony,” you almost sang in greeting.

“Oh, hey!” He said warmly, pulling you against him in a tight hug. He rubbed his cheek against yours. His beard rubbed against your skin, scratching in that delicious way that sent a tingled through to the back of your head. You reached up and ran your fingers along his jaw, scratching softly at his beard. He almost purred as you did. A deep rumble forming at the back of his throat. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been?”

He asked all this against your ear and didn’t pull away when he was finished talking. He just kept rubbing his face on you and his hands slid over your back. You hummed and closed your eyes. When did he get such great hands? And how did he smell so good?

“I’ve been good. Work mostly. Normal stuff. Not like you.” You answered, pulling your body up close to his. He felt hot and you couldn’t stop touching his face.

He laughed. “No. I haven’t been doing normal stuff.”

He pulled back and took off his glasses, looking into your eyes with his head tilted. His pupils were dilated and he smiled. You licked your lips and he leaned in and kissed you. It was slow and deep. His beard tickled your lips as you sucked on his soft bottom lip. He pulled back, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “Fuck,” He sighed. “That felt good.”

Your eyes felt heavy and you nodded. “You’re good at it.”

He kissed you again. This time as his lips caressed yours, his hands slid down to your ass and he gripped it. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could taste the Scotch he’d been drinking. You moaned and moved in closer to him, pushing a leg between his. His hands slipped under your skirt and teased at the elastic of your panties. You had this far off, distant feeling that that should bother you. It didn’t bother you. His hands felt good and you could care less if everyone in the room could see your ass.

He kissed you for so long that the lack of oxygen began to add to the high you were already experiencing. When he finally broke away, you felt light headed and your lips felt scratchy and slightly numb.

“Shall we go somewhere private?” He said looking into your eyes. You felt yourself getting lost in them. They looked soft and warm but also full of lust. You ran your thumb along the sharp line of his jaw and he licked his lips.

You nodded and swallowed hard. Your mouth was dry and you couldn’t tell if that was just the drugs or because you knew what was about to happen.

“Where?” He asked.

You pulled him upstairs and found an empty guest room. It took a few tries. Apparently you and Tony weren’t the only ones to have the idea.

Tony was on you as soon as the door was closed, kissing and pawing at you. You pulled off each other’s clothes. There was nothing coordinated or sexy about it. You both kept stumbling and knocking into each other, until finally, you both fell onto the bed completely naked, except for your socks.

You stroked his dick and the urge to have it in your mouth took you over. You pushed him back and lapped up the length of his already hard cock. You traced your tongue over the veins and ridges and he moaned and fisted his hand in your hair as you took him into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “God, that feels so good.”

You took him deep into the back of your throat and hollowed your cheeks. He leaked precome over your tongue and you hummed as the salty liquid coated your tastebuds. There was something about the drugs, or maybe it was just him, but he tasted so good and you loved the way his shaft felt against your tongue.

“Should this be weird? It doesn’t feel weird, but I feel like it should, don’t you think?” He murmured. You looked up at him. He had his eyes fixed on you, watching as you bobbed up and down on his cock. You laughed a little and continued to suck. It doesn’t feel weird to you either, though you could see why it might feel like it should. You were a little kid when you first met him. Flicking that switch to say you weren’t might be a little strange even if that had been over twenty years ago.

He started to pant. You gazed up at him and watched as his abs kept contracting and releasing and his chest rose and fell. The deep guttural groan he made was pornographic and made your cunt flood.

“Oh, fuck!” He gasped. “Stop. Please. I want to fuck you. I bet it feels so good to be deep in your pussy.”

You released his cock and crawled up his body, sliding against him. “You sound like a bad porn movie.”

“I better fix that.” He growled and rolled you both over. “We’ll make it a good porn movie.”

You both started giggling and he brought his lips to yours. Your pulse raced and your heart felt like it was trying to escape from your chest. His fingers went to your pussy, finding you soaked and ready for him. He pulled his hand away and put his fingers in his mouth. “Fuck.” He groaned. He looked down at your pussy and licked his lips.

His fingers returned and he pushed two inside you and curled them, drawing out more of your fluids as he stroked them along your internal walls. You groaned and pushed up against his hand, whimpering as he removed his fingers and put them in his mouth again and sucked them clean.

He hummed to himself and sat there, looking off into the distance as he sucked his fingers.

“Tony?” You said, waking him from his reverie.

“Sorry,” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head like he was trying to snap himself out of it.

He lined his cock against your entrance and sunk in. You moaned as he gradually filled you. He started to kiss you, slowly and deeply, his hips rolling against you. His cock slides in and out of your cunt, creating a pleasant friction.

He pulled back a little and looked down at you as he continued to move. “You feel that? How connected we are? Feels right.” He murmured. His voice was deep and gravelly like he’d just been pulled from sleep. “This is what it should be like.”

You do feel connected to him. To everything. Like the world is one big organism and you and Tony were the nucleus. Tony moved to his knees in one fluid motion and pulled you into his lap, his cock remaining buried deep inside you.

He started kissing you again, but his mouth didn’t remain on yours. It roamed. Kissing your throat. Sucking on your breasts. You wrapped your legs around his back and leaned back, letting him hold you in place as he thrust up into you.

“Oh, fuck. Tony. You feel so good.” You moaned and began to finger your clit. Tony dragged his teeth over your nipples. Your core clenched and you came. Not hard. Just a wave of pleasure washing over you and taking you over. Your cunt pulsed around Tony’s cock and he emptied inside you with a deep, low moan.

You both just stayed like that for a while. Wrapped around each other. Your head resting on his shoulder and his pressed into your neck.

Eventually, you slid off his lap and in some unspoken understanding, you both got dressed. He turned to you before you both left the room. “Do you have someone to be with when you come down?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You said. “Beth and I talked each other into getting high. I’m going to crash at her place.” You said.

Tony nodded and kissed you softly. “Good. This was good. It was really nice seeing you.”

“Mom! Are you home? Where are you?” You look up startled from your computer. The sound of your son’s voice carried through your apartment. He was home too early and you stood up quickly and went to the door, worried something had happened.

That night with Tony had been 10 years ago. The high had lasted a week in the end. You had a whole week of feeling loving and invulnerable and just pleased with the life choices you had been making. Then you had crashed and it had been a doozy. You cried for a full day. Beth had actually slept in your bed that night because she had been worried that you might hurt yourself. After that, you’d never taken recreational drugs again. The high was nice, but it wasn’t worth the crash.

The next day, as you started to level out, was when you had realized what had happened. You had slept with Tony Stark and not used protection at all. By the time you had that epiphany, it was too late. You were pregnant. Pregnant to the kid who had always been around at your house. The son of the guy your dad worked for. The guy who was well and truly lost in the playboy lifestyle. You were sure he wouldn’t give a shit about you, the back or what you wanted.

So you told no one.

You had your baby alone. You’d stayed in New York because Tony was in LA. There was no reason to try and avoid him, he didn’t really travel in your circles anymore. You raised Owen alone and started your new life as a single parent.

It was hard. Being a single mother was hard. You did it though. You were smart and you had an education. You found a job you loved and was supportive of your situation. Owen grew and started school. People would ask you who his father was, but no one had guessed. Why would they? Tony Stark was not a part of your life. He was just some rich guy you had known way back when. Even though Owen was brilliant and witty and sarcastic. Even though he was almost a little clone of his father. Not one person suspected at all.

“Owen?” You called.

Owen ran down the hall and crashed into you hugging you and then tugging on your hand. “Oh my god, mom. You won’t believe it. We had our science fair today. And I won. But guess who the judge was?”

He dragged you into the living room and you stopped dead. It felt like your heart had stopped. Or maybe it was time itself. Tony Stark was standing in your living room holding one of your framed photos in his hand and looking at it. He looked up at you over the red-lensed sunglasses he was wearing and put it down on the shelf.

“It’s Tony Stark, mom! He drove me home. Said he wanted to meet you!” Owen said.

“Owen! You just got in a car with a complete stranger?” You said. There were so many emotions running through you right now you felt like you were about to vomit. You couldn’t believe Owen would just get into a car with someone he didn’t know. The fact that the person was his dad just made the whole matter worse.

“It’s okay. We spoke to the principle. I had my security. It was all cleared.” Tony said. “Besides, we’re not strangers, are we?”

Owen looked from you to Tony and then back again. “You know Tony Stark?” He asked you.

“Yeah, we knew each other when we were kids,” Tony answered.

“What!?” Owen said looking awestruck. “You never told me that!”

“It’s been a while,” Tony said. “About ten years right?”

“What… what… how… why are you here?” You stuttered.

“You want to maybe have a coffee and catch up?” Tony asked.

You nodded just once and he comes over to you. “Owen, get started on your homework please.”

“Aww, mom. I wanted to talk to Mr. Stark.” Owen complained.

“You can. Soon. Just…” You stuttered.

“Let us catch up first, pal. I’ll help you with your homework after.” Tony said.

You followed him into the kitchen. It felt like there was too much gravity. That it was pulling you down into the ground. Every step you took was a struggle. You step into the kitchen and closed the door behind you.

Tony took the coffee pot off its burner and rinsed it out. “So. I was at this science fair. It was last minute. They were going to get Bill Nye but he got sick. I was at the tower and my publicist called me. It was my old school so I thought, why not? Would be fun to see the little potato batteries.”

He filled the pot with water and then emptied it into the machine’s tank. He started looking through your cupboards for filters. “So I’m going down the aisle and this kid has made an exoskeleton glove that has biometric sensors. He’s nine-years-old and doing college-level engineering.”

He finally found the filters and set up the coffee pot, going to your freezer and getting out the coffee, and adding in a few spoons. When he turned the machine on he turned to you and leaned back against the bench. “So I’m talking to this kid and he tells me he was raised by his mom. He tells me her name. And I’m like… I know someone by that name. Shit. I had a one night stand with someone by that name. I have my AI look it up for me. Low and behold, it’s not some coincidence. It is you. You have a son. Owen. No father listed on the birth certificate. So at this point, I’m just trying to stay calm. I mean, just because we had unprotected sex 10 years ago once, that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe you did that a lot back then. I mean, it wasn’t exactly hard to talk you into it.”

“Hypocrite,” You hissed.

Tony laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “No judgment. I’m actually hoping that maybe you did sleep with a bunch of people, to be honest.” He said, glancing at the kitchen door. “He’s mine though isn’t he?”

You looked down at your feet and gave a small nod. “Yes.”

“And what? You were just never going to tell me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He kept his voice quiet, but you could tell he was furious. Pure fury dripped from every single word.

You looked up at him. He was still as handsome as you remembered him. You had intentionally been trying to avoid all news about him. Much to Owen’s annoyance. He was a science kid and he loved the Avengers. He wanted to go into the city and look at the monument for the battle of New York. To have a tour of Avengers Tower. To see if he could spot his favorite heroes.

His hair was lighter than you remembered and getting a little gray in it. His eyes were more wrinkled at the corners. But he still dressed the same and kept his beard as immaculately trimmed. Cleaning himself up and becoming Iron Man had just made him be the guy he’d meant to be. It hadn’t changed the core Tony Stark.

You swallowed hard. “You’re telling me, that that guy back then. The guy who was high and always drunk. The guy who slept his way through all the Maxim cover models. Who was well known for partying and sleeping around. Who drove his car into someone’s pool. That guy wouldn’t have just thrown a wad of cash at me and told me to get an abortion?”

He flinched like you’d slapped him in the face. “What the fuck? I know we were never really close, but I thought you’d have a little more faith in me than that.”

You shook your head. “Hey, if I hadn’t gotten pregnant to some guy who was completely off his face. Some guy who fucked me and left immediately. I might have thought that too. But I did.”

He drew himself up straight and strode over to you, leaning in close. “You were off your face on drugs too, if I remember right. You fucked me. And then you left too. Yet, here you are with a nine-year-old son and all your shit together. You could have at least given me an option.” He snarled.

“So what? What would you have done, Tony?” You snapped, trying to keep your voice down so that Owen couldn’t hear you. “Think back to who you were then. Tony Stark. Billionaire, playboy. Different girl every week. Flying off to sell your weapons or go to parties. In the paper for something or other, you’d been caught doing every other week. You get some girl you knew as a kid pregnant in a drugged up one-night-stand. She somehow gets in contact with you. Goes to your publicist or something, who the fuck knows. She says, ‘Hey man, you knocked me up. I’m keeping it.’ What do you do?”

He leaned back against the bench again and took off his glasses, wiping the lenses on his t-shirt. As he did he looked at the kitchen door to where your son is doing his homework. His son.

“I wouldn’t have believed you. I would have assumed you were like every other chick who has said I got her pregnant and was lying about it. I would have demanded a DNA test. When I knew for sure that kid was mine… I would have wanted to be a part of this.” He growled the last part and for a moment you were actually terrified of him. “How dare you take that decision away from me?”

You sighed and went to the door looking in at Owen. He was sitting on the floor at the coffee table. The TV was on playing some YouTuber he likes while he goes over his homework, filling out the worksheet like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

It had been hard. Owen had asked who his dad was. A lot. You had never really known what to say. You always just told him that he was a nice man who was not around because he couldn’t be. He would hate you for lying to him this whole time.

You closed the door and turned back to Tony. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay?” You groaned. “I was alone and scared. I didn’t want him to grow up with that life you were living. I didn’t want to give you the option to reject him either. That would have been worse. If I came to you and said, ‘here’s your son’ and you’d told me to fuck off and that you didn’t want anything to do with him.”

Tony put his glasses in his pocket and approached you. He pushed a stray lock of hair from your face and you looked up into his eyes. “You’ve done a really good job. He’s a really smart kid. And sweet. His project was amazing and when he spoke about it he was so excited and friendly and funny. You’ve done a really good job raising him.”

“Thank you.” You said as tears pricked your eyes.

“So. Now what?” He asked.

You took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. This was the moment. This was where all three of your lives could drastically change and the decision you made was going to be whether it was for the better or for the worse.

“Do you want me to introduce you? I mean… as his dad?” You asked.

Tony took his glasses back out of his pocket, unfolded them, went to put them back on. Stopped. Then folded them up again and put them in his pocket. “Yes. If that’s okay. Shit. This day took a turn I was not prepared for.”

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “If you need more time. I can always start preparing him. I doubt he’s expecting to meet his dad today either.”

Tony looked at you, his eyes soft and a little scared. “I think it’s been long enough.” He linked his fingers with yours and you led him back into the living room.

// NEXT

#ironmanbingo3000 #tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #that kid you knew

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excindrela · 4 years

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12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 2

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: F L U F F

Warnings: Stuff on TV looks easier. Don’t disable your smoke detector. Don’t leave your demon unattended. Indian food can be very spicy.

Word Count: 1342

AN: Welcome to Day 2 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! It’s another FLUFF day! (stay tuned- we’ll be getting smutty tomorrow!) This is another short installment. I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! If you’re new to demon! Ayno, he showed up here first in Summoned, and then at Thanksgiving!

12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 2nd Day of Christmas: Ayno Discovers They Make it Look Easy on TV

As you stepped off the elevator you realized that the horrible smell that had permeated the entire apartment building seemed to be coming from your apartment. You hurried to open the door and found it freezing cold inside with a lingering haze of smoke.

“Ayno?! Ayno?!” You felt a small surge of relief when you saw the demon’s head stick out of the kitchen looking rather dismayed.

“What happened??” You asked looking around at the counters of the kitchen which were littered with cremated slabs of…something.

“I was trying to make a gingerbread house. Things did not go as planned.”

“A gingerbread house?” you asked.

“Yes- the Cooking Channel had a show on today called the Great American Gingerbread Challenge: people constructed very elaborate houses made out of gingerbread. Then they decorated them. They were beautiful and very detailed- I thought it looked like fun. So, I tried to make one, but I never got to the decoration because I burned the house.” He explained sadly.

“’The’ house? It looks like you burned an entire city block. And it stinks.”

He hung his head. “I am sorry. I did not think it would be so difficult. Also, we are out of flour and cinnamon now.”

“What is that?”, you asked pointing to a pile of broken plastic shards and wires on the floor.

“I do not know, but it began making a shrieking sound that hurt my ears. It would not stop so I was forced to destroy it.”

You inspected it closer. “Uh, that would be the smoke detector Ayno. It’s supposed to make that sound: if there’s smoke in the apartment there might be a fire it would shriek to tell us, and we could escape instead of burning to death.”

“Oh. Then we are out of smoke detectors too.”

You had to laugh. Poor Ayno looked so defeated.

“Come on”, you told him “let’s throw all this away and then we can go out to dinner.”

Before long, you were bundled up again and happily walking through the snowy streets of downtown holding your boyfriend’s hand. You headed straight to Mantra, the Indian restaurant, because it was Ayno’s favorite- and he needed some cheering up.

A whole tandoori chicken with basmati rice, some paneer pakora, and several plates of samosas later he was in a much better mood. When you went to pay the check, you were delighted to see Chavvi who owned the establishment with her husband. “Ah! I should’ve known it was you when I saw the third plate of samosas go out!” she said winking at Ayno. You both laughed. “Your timing is excellent!”, she said “You will be right on time for the lighting of the Square!” “Oh is that tonight?” you asked. “Yes, yes!” she said “If you hurry you can still get a good spot in the middle. You are only a couple of blocks away. Enjoy the beautiful lights children!” she said as she shooed you out the door.

You had lived here for years and honestly never gone to see the lighting of The Square. You had driven past it many times all lit up thinking how beautiful it was. Now as you walked hand-in-hand with Ayno looking at all the buildings so beautifully decorated with lights and garland, passing shops with holiday window displays, seeing people’s dressed up trees peeking from windows above, hearing the crunch of the snow under your feet…you realized how truly romantic it was.

The Square was formed by City Hall, the police station, the courthouse and the local museum. You found a spot to stand in the crowd near the center. A few moments later city dignitaries got up and gave speeches welcoming the holiday season and talking about the pride of the city and their hopes for the New Year. One of the local high school choirs sang Christmas carols, and then this year’s guest of honor, Eunice Bixby, the head librarian who was so old you thought she might’ve actually been around when the library was built; got up and gingerly threw the switch causing all the buildings to spring to life in thousands of twinkling lights. Ayno let out a giant “Awww” of wonder and stood eyes wide, smiling and clapping with everyone else looking at the magical sight.

“So pretty!” he exclaimed to you. You laughed, “Yes it is, isn’t it?” Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close as he pressed his forehead and nose to yours and whispered “So pretty”, before he brought his lips to fit perfectly with yours…and you suddenly understood why every couple you knew came to this event at least once.

You were on your way home after having walked around and admired the lights when you suddenly got an idea. “Ayno? Do you mind if we deviate and go a few blocks out of our way?” He shook his head and allowed you to pull him in the opposite direction of home for a few streets, until you arrived at your destination: the craft store. You went inside and were relieved to immediately see the display of pre-made gingerbread houses- just waiting to be assembled and decorated.

Thirty minutes later you had one happy demon and were laden with bags that you thought contained at least two of every style of house they had, and half of the cake decorating section.

When you arrived home, the apartment was blissfully smoke-free but freezing from the open windows, and still had a lingering smell. You decided to take a shower to get warm and go to bed. Ayno came and laid next to you, cuddling and warming you until you fell asleep blissfully in his arms.

* * *

The blaring of the alarm reminded you that it was not yet the weekend, but at least you smelled fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen now instead of burned gingerbread. You discovered, however, that along with coffee there was a lot of gingerbread in the kitchen.

That Ayno had been up all night was not shocking- he didn’t actually need sleep- but you were a little surprised not so much at what he had done as how he had done it. You expected to find a village of decorated houses, but instead, he had used all the pieces from all the kits to build one massive building- the entire dining table was covered in a giant Seuss-ish gingerbread house. Making use of the awkwardness of the building’s shape, he had meticulously decorated it in an extra whimsical style. He’d clearly had a good time, because there was frosting all over him- and the floor, along with broken bits of cookie and candy. His blonde hair sparkled with colored cookie sugar, and the color of his tongue suggested that he had been licking all the dripped icing.

“What do you think? Is it good?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh!! Oh …wow…it’s huge!” you exclaimed. “It looks like a mansion from Whoville! …how did you do that without it falling apart??”

“What is Whoville?” he asked.

“I’ll show you later” you promised as you pulled a glob of frosting from his hair. “This is amazing Ayno. Let’s take some pictures.”

* * *

Riding downstairs in the elevator on your way to work, you were on your phone, scrolling through all the pictures you had just taken of the gingerbread house and Ayno standing proudly next to it. You paused when you reached the end and got to the selfie Ayno had taken of the two of you in the Square. Both of you with bright smiles and flushed cheeks, beautiful holiday lights in the background. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen, a stupid grin plastered on your face, butterflies in your belly and a warm feeling in your heart as you looked at Ayno’s face. It was in this moment you realized that no matter how much you wanted to deny it, you had totally- completely- 100% fallen for him.

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wichols · 4 years

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Ah! Just saw you’re about to close bingo prompts so lemme see if I could squeeze one in ^~^ Something I’d love to see is the whole “fire exposes our priorities” thing — like maybe one of the themed days in the host club goes wrong and suddenly there’s a fire?? What are each of the members’ first reactions? Love your writing!!

Anon, this prompt. This one got me. I spent many days just sitting and staring at a blank document contemplating my life choices. I seriously almost made this into a Headcanon instead of a one-shot. Like had inspiration not struck with a decent plot it was gonna be headcanon time. But fortunately enough it struck and now you have this monster of a one-shot. I hope you don’t mind that I took them outside of the club room but I just couldn’t get myself to write this as a club room activity. It still has their reactions and I hope you enjoy the fun banter I included in the beginning. I think it is the most fun I have had writing interactions between the hosts. Enjoy!

Burning Intentions (All Host Members)

The last rays of light dipped behind the pine trees plunging the Morinozuka mountain vacation home into darkness. Heavy snowflakes danced between branches and settled silently onto the peaked clusters forming around the surrounding landscape.

“Wow, Takashi, the snow looks so pretty!” Honey beamed with excitement. “I thought Kyo-chan said it was only supposed to snow a little and that looks like more snow than even he predicted. Takashi! What happens if it snows so much that we get stuck here!?!” Honey chirped happily while watching the snow falling outside.

“Mitsukuni.” His eyes shifted from the unfolding scene outside to his cousin.

“I know Takashi! I know. We get more slumber party time!”

Before he could interject the blond-haired boy bounded down the hallway disappearing into his designated room. Voices could be heard floating into the hallway as Mori made his rounds checking in on the other hosts. He had to laugh at the types of conversations he was overhearing. His attention was directed first to the current third-year club members.

“No way in hell.” Haruhi chided the twins.

“We know the way to hell and you are more than welcome to join us on the journey.” They snickered back at her.

“Pass, I will be double checking my door to make sure it is locked tonight. There will be no trio cuddle party. And the last time you pulled that stunt I got no sleep while you bastards slept like the dead.” She scolded.

“Please, we promise to be good this time?” They whine through pouted lips.

“You guys would classify yourselves as good? Need I also remind you of the last time you forced your way into my bed that you suffered from a little ‘morning issue’.” Forming air quotes with her hands.

“I wouldn’t consider our morning issues ‘little’ if that’s what you’re insinuating.” Hikaru air quoted mocking her back. “Who’s to say that some part of you actually enjoyed our morning surprise? What girl wouldn’t want two sinfully looking men curled up in her bed happy to see her in the morning?”

“A girl with more than two brain cells. Now get out and let me finish unpacking, if I let you stay you will know where I put everything and hide it so I have to wear what you two brought for me.” Pushing them away from the doorframe she slammed and locked the door securing herself inside the room without wandering eyes.

“Hey, Mori-senpai thanks for letting us stay at your cabin! This will be another fun weekend!” Kaoru waved as he watched Mori continue his inspection of the sleeping arrangements.

Mori’s attention was then directed to Kyoya’s foot tapped in an irritating cadence while Tamaki lamented about the twins trying to sleep with Haruhi in her bed.

“Tamaki, so help me, if you do not give me some space this weekend to breathe air I will suffocate you with my laptop charger before we leave. Not only that but I will drop your body off a sheer cliff, never to be found again. Do I make myself clear?” His fingers continued to push keys down in rapid succession while his eyes watched Tamaki step outside his room.

“Crystal.” Tamaki squeaked while tiptoeing out of the room.

Just as Mori was about to turn and head towards the kitchen Honey swung open his door, revealing his pink bunny onesie, declaring, “ jammies and coco time in the solarium!” The short host giggled as he rushed past the others, with Usa-chan in tow, heading towards the east wing of the cabin.

“You heard Honey-senpai! Jammies and coco are waiting!” Tamaki began to fling an assortment of clothes from several drawers looking for a suitable pair of pajamas before rushing into and out of the bathroom following close behind Honey.

“Hika, if we are quick we can make Haruhi wear the special set we brought her!” Sharing equally devious looks the twins went rushing towards their room only to be thwarted by Haruhi emerging from her room in a pair of bland colored sweat pants and an oversized hoodie.

“Too late.” She smiled victoriously at her comfortable state of dress.

“Oh god it’s worse than we thought!” Each twin gripping the other in support of their disgust.

“Better get dressed sooner rather than later or else Honey-senpai will finish off the coco before you even get to the solarium.”

“He wouldn’t.” Pausing to wonder further. “Would he?” Karou questioned.

Arching a brow, she flashed them an evil grin. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“HURRY Hika! We have to get there before he drinks all the coco!” A slam of the door and clamoring bodies could be heard shuffling around in search of pajamas.

“Mori-senpai, I hate to bother but could you show me the way to the solarium? I have a feeling it will take the twins longer than expected to get ready.”

“Sure, follow me.” Walking in tandem they quietly made their way through the main living area and down another hallway.

“Mori-senpai?”

“Hn?”

“Why do you have a glass solarium attached to the cabin?”

Lifting a brow, he glanced down at the female host. Finding no ulterior motives written on her face he began, “vacation for the Morinozuka’s means spending a substantial amount of time reflecting and meditating. By building the solarium we are not limiting ourselves by the weather but retain the ability to connect with nature through all types of seasons. In this case, Mitsukuni suggested using the sunken seating and fire pit to watch the snow falling.”

“Cool idea in theory but isn’t it dangerous to have a fire going inside an enclosed space?”

Ruffling the top of her head he gestured towards Honey and Tamaki already wrapped up in blankets, snuggled deep into the cozy couches surrounding the small fire pit built in the center of the room.

“Woah.” Her eyes sparkled as she soaked in the unique view of the room. Walking wordlessly to the edge of the room she tentatively placed her palms against the cooled glass. “It’s like I am outside without being outside. Like I am still a part of nature.” Had it not been snowing there would have been no way she couldn’t distinguish where the glass ended. “I would love to be in this room when it’s bright and sunny!” Face beaming with delight at the house’s owner.

Leaving the three hosts to enjoy their time together, he made his way back to the west wing to change into his own pajamas but not before he was passed by a pair of squabbling brothers in matching sleepwear following an unusually empty-handed Kyoya. Making quick work he changed and joined back up with the other hosts huddled around the fire pit. Mug in hand he took the open seat between Mitsukuni and Kyoya.

“Takashi, this was such a good idea! The coco is so yummy!! Even yummier when sipped in front of the fire!” Honey cheered.

The other hosts nodded and hummed in agreement, mesmerized by juxtaposition of the snowstorm raging on the other side of the glass and the light whipping of flames of the fire, comfortable silence fell between them as they listened to the crack and pop of the burning wood.

“I have an idea.” The feminine voice broke through the silence. “Mori-senpai said that his family built this to use for meditation. Why don’t we all start our weekend off right by allowing for some quiet reflection?” Posing the request to the rest of the group.

“Boring!” The twins chimed as they nuzzled into either side of Haruhi’s neck. “How about we pre-game for tonight’s cuddle party and start it now?”

“No thanks. The only cuddling that is happening this weekend is right now and it’s between myself and Usa-chan that was offered to me.”

“Splendid idea Haruhi. Though instead of getting in the usual meditative position how about we give ourselves some space on the couches and focus on the sky above us? It’s not every day that we have the opportunity to watch the snow fall in such a whimsical manner.” Kyoya in pleasant agreement, for he himself was in desperate need of some quiet time after Tamaki’s outbursts from earlier.

Pushing the two bodies closest to her away, each member settled back into their comfortable quiet while craning their necks to stare into the flurry of the darkened sky. All that filled the room was the ambient noise of the crackling fire, the host’s steadied breathing, and the low howl of the wind outside. The serene atmosphere soothed the aching souls that sought the refuge of the remote cabin away from the bustling demands of the outside world. Minutes passed as a singular loud pop of the fire caused their bodies to flinch and settle back into a quiet calm.

Eyes still swept up in the dancing snow, Hikaru’s voice broke the silence. “What smells like burning?"

“Shh.” Haruhi shushed.

“But really something smells like it is burning.”

"Well, we are sitting by a fire..." Kyoya said in his usual sarcastic tone.

"No this smells different less like burning wood and more like, more like, burning fabric..." Hikaru audibly making sniffing sounds.

Everyone’s heads snapped to the source of the unpleasant smell. A look of horror flashed across their faces to the growing flame of Haruhi’s blanket. Momentarily stunned at the realization of their on fire maiden the friends quickly jumped into action.

“HARUHI YOU’RE ON FIRE!” Hikaru screamed while grabbing one of her arms trying to drag her body out from under the blanket.

“Here let me help! Let me help!” Joining in on his brother’s efforts, Kaoru pushed the remaining part of the blanket off her torso and let it pool in a heap of flaming fabric next to the fire pit.

Struggling against the ‘helping hands’ Haruhi flailed her legs desperately trying to regain her sense of direction. “Knock it off guys! You’re pulling too hard!”

“No! Usa-chan! Someone save Usa-chan!” Honey pleaded.

Hearing his cousin’s desperate plea Mori jumped across the open fire pit and snatched up the falling pink bunny before it tumbled onto the pile of growing flames.

“DON’T WORRY HARUHI DADDY WILL SAVE YOU!!” Springing into action Tamaki grabbed the offending blanket and sprinted through the solarium towards the front door.

“TAMA-CHAN! TAMA-CHAN! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?? YOU’RE GONNA CATCH TAKASHI’S WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE!” Honey yelled as he followed closely behind the frantic host king. While Mori trailed behind clutching Usa-chan, stomping out a small trail of flames.

“Well this night just got more idiotic than I ever anticipated.” Kyoya grumbled. “Haruhi are you hurt in any way?” He asked looking at the shaken woman caught between the tangled arms of the twins.

“Seriously guys let me go. No, Hikaru, for the last time, my legs did not burn off. Kaoru, do something, besides velcroing yourself around my waist.” She droned. “I’m fine Kyoya-senpai, really. I didn’t even realize it was my blanket that caught fire until Hikaru screamed it into my face.”

“Sorry about that. It was the first thing that popped into my head. But really you should be falling into my arms because I was the one that actually saved you.”

“Don’t forget that I helped too!” Kaoru squeezing even tighter around Haruhi’s waist.

Before she could respond, a proud Tamaki walked gallantly back into the solarium declaring, how he ‘vanquished the beast that tried to harm his Haruhi.’

“What exactly did you do with it?” She asked.

“I figured that since it was snowing outside and snow is frozen water, and really fire belongs outside. So, I tossed the on fire blanket out into the snow.” Puffing his chest proudly at his logical explanation.

Honey stormed past Tamaki, flopping himself back on the couch. “Yeah, but not before Takashi had to stomp out all the little spots of burning blanket that you left behind in your wake of heroism. Had he not been following you, Tama-chan, you would have caught something else on fire.” He rebuked. Glancing around his eyes went wide. “Usa-chan? Did someone save Usa-chan??”

“Mitsukuni.” Mori approached him with Usa-chan hanging limply in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks, Takashi!” Beaming brightly at Usa-chan’s savior.

Finally peeling herself out of the twins hold, Haruhi huffed. “Too much excitement for one night, I’m going to bed.”

“We’ll come with you to make sure you make it back to your room ok.” The twins offered.

“Kyoya-senpai.” She glared over her shoulder.

“Hikaru. Kaoru. I believe it is in your best interest to let Haruhi go back to her room, alone.” Giving his darkest Shadow King look as they sat back down onto the couch.

An audible gulp could be heard by all as Haruhi left the room.

Letting his look soften, Kyoya noted the various expressions on the other’s faces making a mental note to himself. Some people in this room just revealed a lot more about themselves than they possibly ever intended. But two things I know for sure now is that one, Tamaki is still an overreacting idiot and two, there are those still sitting around the fire that are still madly in love with Haruhi.

#OHSHC #ohshc fanfiction #haruhi fujioka #Kyoya Ootori #mitskuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #tamaki suoh #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #100 hits bingo

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(Belated) thoughts on Picard S1

Due to a mixture of (pre-lockdown) travel and other things, I didn’t get a chance to finish watching the second half of Star Trek Picard Season 1 till this weekend. I have some thoughts, but I’ll put a break here first as I’ll be doing spoilers.

In brief, though: for the most part I liked it and I don’t get a lot of the hate being thrown its way.

Looking at online reviews of Star Trek Picard, both by professionals and amateur YouTubers, you’d think it was the biggest abomination since Enterprise. I mean, I’ve seen hate thrown its way that even exceeds that directed toward Star Trek: Discovery.

I’m not going to turn this into a commentary on Discovery. I’ll just say that I agree with 99% of the criticisms about it and I have no plans on watching Season 3, nor do I intend to watch any of the Short Treks moving forward after being turned off permanently by the awful The Trouble with Edward.

Picard, however, renewed my faith that it’s still possible for good Trek to be made for TV.

Picard is being criticized for a number of things, like violating canon. Yet I didn’t see it. First, the show is the first Trek series set in “the future” of the Trek franchise since Nemesis back in 2002. So anything it establishes about Starfleet, Picard himself, and the fates of characters like Riker and Troi - there is no canon to violate because we’re moving forward. There is nothing in Picard that is of the same magnitude of, say, what recently happened with Doctor Who. We didn’t have them rewrite established history by suddenly finding out Jean-Luc was a Romulan spy, or that he wasn’t really the captain of the Enterprise, or anything to cause decades of storytelling to collapse into irrelevance or be contradicted. Nearly everything I saw was consistent with what I knew and remembered from TNG. They didn’t even try to retcon the appearance of the 1701-D like Discovery did to the original Enterprise.

That’s not to say everything that was done to the characters post-Nemesis was great. I didn’t care or how Seven of Nine was treated, and they did a few things with her that I think were in the “because we can, not because we should” category. So criticism is warranted there. I also felt a few characters were underserved - including Narissa, who is (or was, RIP) arguably the show’s best character next to Picard. She was a classic Trek villain - yet towards the end we started to wonder if she actually WAS a villain, or basically the Romulan equivalent of Jack Bauer from 24. She commits acts of outright savagery to pursue her ends, definitely - but the same can be said of other “ends justify the means” heroes and anti-heroes. I would have liked to have seen her developed more. (Mind you, the way she is killed off by Seven does leave an opening for a return - that was a long way down, with plenty of time to pull some macguffin out of her hat.)

Probably the main thing that I liked about this show is I cared about the characters. I can even remember their names - something Discovery failed to impress upon me. Rios and his crew of holograms were great and in Season 2 I hope they do another meeting sequence where they all interact with each other. Yes, I know Orphan Black did it first and probably did it better - but it ain’t Star Trek.

One of the biggest criticisms others levy on Picard is that Picard was a supporting character in his own show. First, that’s nonsense. Second, Picard is supposed to be a dying man throughout and in his 90s to boot. This is why I think the idea of bringing Shatner back as Kirk isn’t going to work because he won’t be running around with phasers blasting either! Stewart is not the same man he was when he made Nemesis - and they don’t make the mistake of trying to pretend otherwise. Even at the end where they basically make him a nuBSG-style Cylon to keep him alive, they didn’t turn around and make him 50 years old again. If Trek wasn’t a TV show, sure they probably would have, but the reality is the actor turns 80 this summer, and who knows when Season 2 will be filmed.

The big condemnation is about how Starfleet went dark post-Nemesis. People seem to think that Starfleet is always about goodness and light. They forget about the high command plotting the assassination of the Federation president in Star Trek VI. They forget about the black ops division Section 31 established in DS9 - or some of the things Sisko does during the Dominion War. Apparently, one of Picard’s showrunners says the original plan was to make it clear the “darkening” was part of the aftermath of the Dominion War, but this was cut. Yet they don’t need any excuse - the show clearly establishes that Romulans infiltrated the highest levels of Starfleet Command (if you think that can’t happen, go watch the final few episodes of TNG Season 1 when it happens) and were responsible for the Mars attack that set everything in motion.

And the show clearly establishes that there are till bastions of “goodness and light” in Starfleet - starting with Picard himself. And the season ends with the synthetic lifeform ban removed, signifying that Starfleet is returning to its old standards. It works. There were also people concerned that Picard was going to somehow tie-in with Discovery (due apparently to some of the cast members of both shows posing for photos together). Other than a few small references to things established on Discovery, Picard doesn’t go there.

Is Picard perfect? Hell no. Although I appreciated the “slow burn” style of storytelling, which has been adopted by a lot of other shows, it is a tough fit for Star Trek. But I didn’t mind because it was interesting. But I can see others’ points when they say the first few episodes drag a bit.

The show also suffers from the usual “continuity lockout” facing any newcomer to Trek. In this case, you need to know a fair amount about Seven of Nine’s story arc from Voyager, the Hugh story arc from the later seasons of TNG, the movie Star Trek: Nemesis, and have a working knowledge of the Picard-Data relationship from TNG. It also doesn’t hurt to know that Bruce Maddox appeared in one of the key “Data is a person” episodes of TNG as well. Unfortunately, knowing TNG may also result in one of the few major continuity issues of Picard, and that’s the fact Data already had a daughter, Lal, in “The Offspring”. The fact she’s never referenced is puzzling.

Other issue I had: I am not a fan of the use of F-bombs in Star Trek. While I concede they were better handled than the juvenile “because we can” attitude of Discovery, it added nothing other than to justify the TV-MA rating (without the F-bombs the show - eye-gouging included - would have fit under TV-14), which some has interpreted as an intentional attempt at alienating younger viewers (Torchwood ran into the same criticism). I already touched on the mishandling of Seven of Nine (which added in some unnecessary storytelling cliches, especially at the end), and I thought Narek could have been better handled - he vanishes without explanation in the finale and no one seems to care.

They also missed a few bets. I would have loved for the mysterious tech-alien species to have had some connection to Vger from Star Trek the Motion Picture (it makes more sense than Vger being found by the Borg, which is a longstanding theory). And while it was just a destination in the show, and never seen, rather than invoking the name of Deep Space 12, would it have killed them to say Deep Space 9? There was already a visual reference to Quark in one of the episodes, but mentioning DS9 by name, along with Seven’s presence, would have allowed Picard to have connected the three “future” Trek spinoffs.

But I enjoyed Picard, and if they still make DVDs after all the madness currently in the world, I look forward to buying the complete series when it comes out, and I hope they make a second season (it’s been renewed, but these days there is no guarantee when or if renewed shows will resume production and too long a delay risks 80+-year-old Patrick Stewart not being up to it). All in all, quite pleased, yet still puzzled at why so many people hate it. But then I know there are people who cannot understand why I cannot abide by certain shows, so I guess it evens up.

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A/N: Request from @my-name-is-alice-ayers. Enjoy! ;-)

Words: 1758 Warnings: smut

You blinked when you felt the first warm sunbeams fighting their way through Adam’s thick, black and only half-open curtains. Shit. You rose quickly to close them before they could reach him. He must have forgotten to do so himself once you had fallen asleep after another exhausting but passionate night.

As usual, you met, you chatted, you fought and then you fucked; and the problem was always the same: Adam wasn’t necessarily keen on your co-worker. In fact, he hated the guts out of him because you spent quite a lot of time together even when you had a day off work.

To you, it was just a job, really. But clearly, it wasn’t to Adam.

Your angry screwing had at some pointed turned into sweet love-making, making it all the more difficult for you both to figure out what you actually were. Not quite a couple, not quite friends and not quite enemies; and the fact that he was a several centuries old vampire didn’t exactly help making things less complicated.

His immortality stood between you no matter how much you attempted planning a future together.

Adam was beyond living in the moment. He knew what loneliness felt like.

Now you had considered becoming like him, having him turn you for good and spend eternity with each other—but this was a huge step, something that could not be reversed ever again. It would take you time to decide—regardless of how much you loved him. For you did. You knew that eventually, you would sort your indifferences and live in a happy relationship.

But until then, you sneaked out of his bedroom to get dressed and then head to work, spending even more time with the reason of your constant fights.

“How was your day?” Adam began as he dropped his empty glass of blood in the kitchen sink.

“As usual. I tried this new English restaurant around the corner for lunch today. You’d like it, they have really good black pudding.”

Adam hummed. This was clearly not the update he had wanted—you knew. So, out of spite, you took some extra time to continue.

“Jason and I are going out for dinner this Friday after work. We need to discuss these new marketing plans and I want to get it done right away so I can spend the rest of the weekend with you.”

The vampire tensed.

“Friday night? Are you sure you are going to discuss marketing plans on a Friday night? Who suggested that particular date, was it him?” He snapped.

“What’s the big deal? He’s a co-worker, how many times do I have to tell you, Adam? Don’t start this again. Can’t we just have one, peaceful night together? Just once?”

Adam scoffed.

“Not as long as you keep seeing this pompous bastard.” He stated boldly, making you gnash your teeth furiously.

“You know what I think about him. And I don’t think his intentions are honourable.”

“Are yours?” You shot back.

Adam had never fed on you. As far as he was concerned, you were precious, delicate, vulnerable and in need of his protection. So were his intentions honourable when all he wanted was to have you all to himself? Perhaps not. But he had centuries of experience. If anyone was right for you, it would be him; it was not up for discussion.

“You know what, Adam?” You sneered when he didn’t reply. “I’m leaving. I’m not in the mood for this tonight. I want to be with you but all we ever do is fight over nothing and then fuck. I don’t want this.”

“Then stop seeing Jason!” He snapped. “Can’t you tell I’m worried for you? I know I am fucking selfish and I want to be the only man in your life but when you’re out seeing other guys without me, then how am I supposed to keep you safe?! I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Your lips parted. He had never before admitted this.

“Be my wife. Marry me. Be mine and I promise I can stop being so jealous.”

Blinking at him, you sat there, shook as your heart started beating like a steam hammer. Had he just… proposed to you?

“Did you just… I mean… did you…”

“Yes,” he confirmed. He approached you, his gaze both lustful and loving as he reached for something in his pocket and got on one knee right in front of you. He held a ring in his hands—and it was the most beautiful piece of jewellery you had ever seen. In fact, it was the one ring you had seen in a shop window one day, admiring it for several minutes. Adam had noticed, so it seemed. Only it must have cost him hundreds of dollars.

“Marry me, (Y/N). Be mine. Whether you are immortal or not, I want to spend my life with you.”

One thing you had learned soon—he had always been a hopeless romantic. Funnily, you didn’t notice the tears in your eyes until they ran down your cheeks. Only one answer felt right. So you let your heart speak, allowing Adam to slip the beautiful ring on your finger.

“Yes. Yes, Adam. Of course I’ll marry you.” You whispered. Leaning down to kiss him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lift you up and into his bedroom where he gently lay you down on his mattress. He broke the kiss for just a moment, looking you deeply in the eye.

“But… I’m afraid you’ll have to cancel your plans for Friday night. I have planned an engagement party for two.” He announced innocently. Giggling, you shook your head before he attacked you with another passionate kiss, ripping your clothes off your body so violently your breath caught in your throat.

You could tell he was still upset about Jason. Without a doubt he was going to show you now who you belonged to—and who got to kiss and fuck you.

Growling like an animal, the vampire tossed the remnants of your trousers and shirt out of bed, quickly followed by your bra and knickers. Next thing you knew, he had positioned himself in front of you, undoing his own leather trousers with a hungry and lust-filled gaze until his erect cock sprang free, leaking pre-cum for you already.

Surely, you would never get enough of this sight.

“Suck.” He ordered, causing you to look up at him innocently. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around his thick length, taking in as much as you could to make him moan.

You knew exactly what you had to do to make him squirm above you quickly. Swirling your tongue around his tip and over his slit every now and then, you sucked him like a popsicle, bopping your head up and down his cock while he was watching.

His eyes usually changed colour during sex. Turning from a light blue to a gold-brown colour, you found yourself getting lost in his passionate gaze. It was the moments you desperately wanted him to sink his teeth into your skin and mark you as he drank your blood.

And Adam wanted more—he always wanted more. But despite he was very well aware of how rough you both usually fucked and how much you could take, he held back every single time to not lose control and seriously harm you.

A grunt escaped his lips when he pulled away from your mouth, having you release him with a silent smack. Only the fraction of a second after he grabbed your naked hips, pulling you flush against him as he kneeled before your lying form and forced himself between your legs, burying himself inside you to the hilt.

Crying out, you dug your fingernails into his dark bed sheets as he started to pump into you fast and relentlessly, the room filling with your moans, grunts and the delicious sounds of sex… right until your phone suddenly rang.

You growled, glancing over to the nightstand where you had left it.

“F-fuck, it’s… J-Jason…” You choked out in between his thrusts.

“Answer the phone then.” Adam commanded darkly. You only blinked at him, clearly disturbed. “Go on. Answer the phone. Now.”

What? What was his play?! Gulping, you did as you were told, pressing the green button as you bit your lower lip so hard you feared you would draw blood. Adam was hitting your pleasure spots with every single thrust. If he went on like this, you wouldn’t survive this phone call.

“H-hello?”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, it’s late. I was just wondering, and I think this could be really important, about tomorrow, could we possibly use the rest of this month’s funds and—“

“J-Jason,” you interrupted him, attempting not to show a vampire was fucking you senseless in this very moment. “Jason, c-could we… postpone our… meeting, maybe? S-something i-im-ahh… important got i-in between.”

“Oh!” He replied. “Well, that’s no problem. Are you busy right now too?”

“Y-yeah, m-more or… less.” Adam sped up, quickening his pace to an almost inhumane level. Naturally, he was able to hear every single word you were exchanging.

“Okay, that’s fine, I guess. I’ll call you back tomorrow, is that alright?”

“No.” Adam growled.

“M-Monday, at work, I’ll… be rather… b-busy… this w-weekend.”

Adam smirked. “Good girl…”

His fingers found your clit then, toying with it firmly as if you weren’t already on the brink of orgasm. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Oh, you were going to cum…

“Then I’ll see you on Monday. Good night, (Y/N).” Jason finally said.

“G-good… night!” You didn’t wait for another reply. The moment you hung up was the moment you exploded, coming undone underneath Adam so hard you saw stars for a moment. Arching your back, you kept moaning his name until you had calmed again, waves of pleasure still gently cursing through you.

It was then you felt his hot seed spurting deep into you, filling you up as he twitched and pulsed inside you. Adam collapsed on top of you, turning you both over instantly so you were the one on top. He was still resting inside your warmth when you rested your head against his heaving chest, breathing heavily.

“You are impossible sometimes.” You announced after a few minutes of peaceful silence.

Adam chuckled darkly. He rarely ever did—you loved hearing the sound.

“You love it.”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

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1-200 if you want lmao If not then just your favourites

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one tbh, not romantically anyway

199: I was born in: west virginia, 2000

198: I am really: dumb

197: My cellphone company is: idk man

196: My eye color is: blue w/yellow bursts but they just appear green if you’re not super close

195: My shoe size is: 7+1/2-8

194: My ring size is: 7+1/2-8

193: My height is: 5′5″

192: I am allergic to: sesame :T

191: My 1st car was: N/A

190: My 1st job was: N/A

189: Last book you read: uh, Percy Jackson? i think

188: My bed is: warm, cozy, full of plushies & cat fur

187: My pet: CALCIFER!!!

186: My best friend: uh,, i don’t have one?

185: My favorite shampoo is: idk fruity scents that aren’t watermelon

184: Xbox or ps3: PS3

183: Piggy banks are: cute or terrifying, no in-between

182: In my pockets: my phone

181: On my calendar: birthdays

180: Marriage is: cute

179: Spongebob can: CAN SPONGEBOB FINALLY END PLEASE

178: My mom: can go die

177: The last three songs I bought were? uhh, i haven’t bought any songs,,

176: Last YouTube video watched: DrawingWiffWaffles newest video

175: How many cousins do you have? 1

174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 2 alive 1 dead

173: Are your parents divorced? no,,

172: Are you taller than your mom? around the same height

171: Do you play an instrument? no, but i wish i could play the harp tbh

170: What did you do yesterday? uh, i went shopping with my mother and then watched Futurama

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: ? i dunno anymore

168: Luck: i guess so, yea

167: Fate: yea

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: YES

164: Heaven: yea

163: Hell: yea

162: God: ? yea?

161: Horoscopes: not really

160: Soul mates: YESSSSS

159: Ghosts: yep!!

158: Gay Marriage: %100

157: War: no >:(

156: Orbs: what

155: Magic: yep!!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs pls

153: Drunk or High: never been either, both sound fun

152: Phone or Online: usually use my phone tbh

151: Red heads or Black haired: all are adorable!!

150: Blondes or Brunettes: a d o r a b l e ! !

149: Hot or cold: uhm, comfortable warm,,

148: Summer or winter: SUMMER

147: Autumn or Spring: HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

146: Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE

145: Night or Day: NIGHTTIME

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: both are great!! i have slightly wavy hair uwu

142: McDonalds or Burger King: neither >:(

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK PLS

140: Mac or PC: um, idc

139: Flip flops or high heels: F L I P F L O P S

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR PLS GIVE ME A KIND BAB TO LOVE @ UNIVERSE

137: Coke or Pepsi: coke !!

136: Hillary or Obama: obama!!

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so i can’t come back :’)

134: Singing or Dancing: i can’t do either :(

133: Coach or Chanel: ugh, coach ig

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who or who

131: Small town or Big city: i live in a city, but a town sounds nice tbh

130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: what

128: Manicure or Pedicure: PEDICURE PEDICURE PEDICURE

127: East Coast or West Coast: i live on the west, so west

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: MY BIRTHDAY BC I GET TO PICK THE THEME !!!

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers die and give off the aesthetic but chocolates are delicious so both

124: Disney or Six Flags: i love disneyland it’s just SO EXPENSIVE and six flags is gr8 for the thrills, plus i currently have a pass so

123: Yankees or Red Sox: who? which sport is this[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: blehhhh no

121: George Bush: idk american presidents lmao

120: Gay Marriage: YES YES YES YES YES YES

119: The presidential election: ew

118: Abortion: i’ll allow it lmao, i don’t think it’s great, but ik people will still get it whether it’s legal or not so might as well legalize it. also some cases actually need it so like,, yea!! let it happen!! pro-choice!!

117: MySpace: never used it lmao

116: Reality TV: ew ew ew ew EXCEPT FOR COOKING SHOWS

115: Parents: mine or just in general? bc eh

114: Back stabbers: M U R D E R T H E M 113: Ebay: lmao shipping expenses

112: Facebook: haven’t used it in years, do use messenger tho

111: Work: i like wedding coordinating with my aunt!! that’s about all the work i’ve done, oh and i’ve babysat

110: My Neighbors: don’t know em, they probably think we’re crazy tho, always yelling

109: Gas Prices: too!! high!!

108: Designer Clothes: eh, clothes are clothes, and some clothes are ugly (a lot of times it’s designer clothes blehh)

107: College: i mean i guess

106: Sports: go team! hit the ball! score the points! woo

105: My family: dysfunctional,,

104: The future: nooooooooooooooooooo

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: uhhhhh....

102: Last time you ate: uhm, around 4?? maybe?? it’s 7 now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uh?? i never see anyone OH i guess on wednesday last week,,

100: Cried in front of someone: ???? idk??? i cry while everyone’s asleep usually

99: Went to a movie theater: last week !! um, thursday?

98: Took a vacation: uhh, february, early march? i went to ohio

97: Swam in a pool: uh, last monday

96: Changed a diaper: um, not this year lmao, maybe last year tho idk

95: Got my nails done: ???? i dunno

94: Went to a wedding: last november?? or wait no,, uhm i dunno sometime recently lmao

93: Broke a bone: never! did drop one in water tho :/

92: Got a piercing: december!

91: Broke the law: ?? i don’t wear seatbelts when i sit in the back seat lmao

90: Texted: around two hours ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: um,, my friends

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: MY KITTY BABY

87: The last movie I saw: missing link! the stop motion- i’m a wh*re for animation lmao

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: changing my name, moving out, getting married & having a stable life :’)

85: The thing im not looking forward to: being stuck here forever and eventually kmsing due to stress and depression :’)

84: People call me: Kitty!! Kiki!! (birth name) karebear!!

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist within the same room as my mother without bursting into tears or storming off

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo! Viriborn for all you homestucks! and dragon in the animal one!

80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad :’) and then i messaged @deanilise even tho she was asleep

79: First time you had a crush: uh, as far back as i can remember i had a “crush” on Daphne Blake :D but i was like a small child and didn’t know what love was so anytime i saw anyone who i thought was cool or pretty or i wanted to befriend i had a supposed “crush” on them :/

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: i try to be pretty open, but sometimes i just wanna close off

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yikes idk

76: Right now I am talking to: like talking to or talking to? for the first, just some group chats for the second, no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i wanna be an artist! i would love to be a youtube artist, but i fear i’m not creative enough for such things.. i would also like to be able to tell my stories!

74: I have/will get a job: i dunno,,

73: Tomorrow: church

72: Today: overslept, did some chores, been online

71: Next Summer: hopefully i can go back to colorado to visit my brother !

70: Next Weekend: ugh, church activities & then actual church, as well as other easter festivities

69: I have these pets: baby kitty, and some dogs....

68: The worst sound in the world: FORK SCRAPING ON BOWL, ERASER SCRAPING ON PAPER, DOG’S SNORING, MY MOTHER’S VOICE WHEN I’M HAVING SENSORY OVERLOAD

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother, she’s like the only person that makes me cry unless someone says they’re attempting and i can’t get through to them

66: People that make you happy: @onedirtysock @aliaitee @deku-is-tired @deanilise @awkward-scarfy-boi @fourth-best-jeanist @bnhaworld @bnhya @helloiliketits @trashyfxndoms

65: Last time I cried: last night oops

64: My friends are: (see 66) they’re all very nice & supportive which is amazing & i love them all dearly

63: My computer is: a MacBook air with a galaxy cover

62: My School: not in one but the one i’m gonna go to in the fall is just a community college

61: My Car: N/A

60: I lose all respect for people who: hate on anyone, racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, ableists, etc

59: The movie I cried at was: uh, i dunno, but i was crying abt futurama the other night

58: Your hair color is: orange-y with dark brown roots, supposed to be dyeing it soon :)

57: TV shows you watch: BNHA, HIMYM, Bob’s Burgers, TUA w/ @deanilise Futurama, The Simpsons, Fairytail, Runaway’s, Adventure Time, SVTFOE, etc

56: Favorite web site: Tumblr!

55: Your dream vacation: Ireland,, ofc i always dreamed of going to paris when i was younger, and Britain sounds cool too, & i’ve heard belgium is pretty && japan sounds fun && new york city sounds super cool as well so idk any of those places ig

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uh, probably when i broke my arm, although i can’t remember it, i did used to get growing pains in my legs when i was younger & could hardly sleep so there’s that option as well

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium-well

52: My room is: messy, but it’s home & also warm

51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dunno

50: Where would you like to be: idk, in my bed ig

49: Do you want children: yea! i wanna adopt!

48: Ever been in love: uh, i thought i was, but it was just an intense crush on this girl lmao

47: Who’s your best friend: already answered this lmao

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls,,

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughing, music, & seeing my friends

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: any of y’all would be great tbh

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: survive

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmao no,

41: Have you pre-named your children: uh, i have names picked out that i like, but idk depends how young my kid is when i adopt them, and even then idk if i could bring myself to change their name uwu

40: Last person I got mad at: my mother,,

39: I would like to move to: IRELAND OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I WANT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY

38: I wish I was a professional: artist!! youtube maybe!![ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hmm, i like smarties, m&ms, gummy bears, & sweetarts

36: Vehicle: uhh, vw beetles? WAIT NO JEEP WRANGLERS I THINK

35: President: uh idk

34: State visited: the one i live in lmao, California :)

33: Cellphone provider: idk a lot about them

32: Athlete: N/A

31: Actor: eeeeeeee

30: Actress: eeeeeeee

29: Singer: Case! Patrick Stump!

28: Band: FALL OUT BOYYYYYYYYYYY