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spectracully · 3 years

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crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running 💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing.

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun.

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring.

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky.

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god.

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

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midnight-moonlight-and-mars · 4 years

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Pairing: Shy!Bucky x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Summary: Bucky was in love with his best friend Agent Y/n but always was too shy about well anything when it came to her. When Bucky confesses his love to her in a cramped situation, will Y/n feel the same?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea...” Bucky said to Y/n a bit concerned about her intense enthusiasm.

“Come ON Buck it would be suuuper fun. You’ll love it I promise. Pretty Please??” Y/n said dragging Bucky along nearly begging.

“I guess I can try it.” Bucky sighed giving in.

Y/n squealed with excitement at his surrender and proceeded to pull Bucky by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

They trailed down the winding halls of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to a secluded room on the left. Swiping their cards to open the door, it only opened to more but darker hallways. Finally reaching their destination, Y/n swiped her card once more to open an inventory room with highly classified confiscated weapons and even ones considered too dangerous for using without specialized training.

Y/n ‘s mouth was nearly drooling at the sight of them. She wasn’t there to steal anything, as she was asked to test them. She was there mainly there for having explosive weapons in her hands. Y/n brought Bucky along because she wanted a back up in case something went wrong but also Bucky is her friend.

"Make sure you put this suit on. This is just a precaution if we find anything radioactive or with dangerous chemicals." Y/n tossed Bucky a spare suit while quickly slipping hers on.

"I can't believe they have this many just sitting here... You could weaponize an entire army with these." Bucky nervously gazing at the rows upon rows of shelves stacked with sealed black cases.

"Its amazing right?? Grab anything that hasn't been checked already and just have at it. We've got a lot to cover." Y/n said already picking her fair share of boxes.

Y/n traced the shelf with her fingers looking aimlessly for the perfect one to play with scientifically test for inventory. Bucky on the other hand was carefully reading each label on every box to see what would be fitting to test.

As Bucky finally picked out sonmething that appeared to be a glorified flamethrower, the S.H.I.E.L.D. red alarm went off. Sirens filled the room and echoed throughout the whole facility, causing the lights to dim and the walls to be painted with red flashing.

The red alarm means there is an intruder or a hostile situation like an attack or a fire on the premisis. Following the balring alarm sound, an announcement came over the P.A. system calling all available agents to the control room.

"Shit" Bucky and Y/n both said simultaneously muttered quickly trying undress out of their hazmat suits and seal away any weapons they moved or opened.

Just as Bucky was about to head out the door, he looked over Y/n to see she was struggling to get her suit off.

"Seriously?!! It's fucking stuck!" The suit zipper caught her clothes and began to rip them as she tried to untangle. The more she struggle the more the rest of the suit tangled as well causing her to fall over.

"Hold on." Bucky rushed over and swatted her hands away as he braced to ferociously rip the zipper off her clothes. Normally this would work, but of course in an emergency, it doesn't. He tried one more time, but instead just pulling the zipper off, he ripped her shirt in half. Great.

"Uuuuh.... Sorry." Bucky sat there frozen as he noticed the large chunk of cloth still caught in the zipper and a large part of Y/n midriff exposed.

"Seriously??! You had to just freaking destroy my clothes too??" Y/n said trying really hard not to hit him. After a moment of cursing and untangling from the suit, Y/n finally stood up and reached for the door.

Its locked. The door is locked. The door is FUCKING LOCKED. Refusing to believe her luck is this bad, Y/n shook the door handle, kicked it, tried hitting the now blocked window on it, and ultimately failing.

"Great. Just great. You know I was having so much fun already ya know? This is just the cherry on top." Y/n at this point was a nervous but angry wreck trying not to cry.

Bucky trying to be optimistic tried kicking the door doen and using his metal arm to punch a hole through but it barely scratched the surface. In such a high security room like this, they would obiously be using high security doors. It would be no use to swipe their cards either because those systems would be shut down or minimized to select areas.

Basically they were now stuck.

"Should we use the weapons? I'm sure there's something here we can use to break this door down." Bucky said looking towrads Y/n for confirmation.

"It'd be pointless. Most of the heavy duty weapons are connected to high tech cases that will shut down immediately following a lockdown. This room is also designed to withstand damage as powerful as a nuke inside and out. We're safe in here, but we're sitting ducks." Y/n leaned against the wall and slid to the floor thinking about how long they were goimg to be there.

"Great. So we're stuck for god knows how long when people are probably getting killed out there and there's nothing we can do." Bucky threw one last ear splitting punch to the door that still sustained no damage. Finally giving up, Bucky plopped down right next to her.

A moment of silence filled the space between them as the siren still sounded in the background. Bucky took a breath, then letting the reality of his situation finally sink in. He's stuck in a room with her. There is no one in the world he'd rather be with. Everyone knows the cliche story of people that like each other getting stuck in elevators together and how they confess how they feel and etc. This could be his chance.

He looked over to her and took in her features. Despite her looking dissheveled, sweaty, and exhausted, she still looked so beautiful. Every time he's around Y/n he feels shy but happy every time they spend time together.

Bucky's heart started racing just thinking about her and being alone with her in a closed space with lives on the line. This is not what he had in mind for his evening but he wasn't entirely against it. Everything he's tried to say suffocates him to silence. This was going to be a long wait.

"Wanna play a game?" Y/n said turning to Bucky at last breaking the tense silence like a knife.

"What kind of game?" Bucky said taking a breath of relief at something to do.

"Never have I ever?" She said willing to take suggestions

Like an dorky idiot, he regretfully agreed. Games like these lead to personal things and sometimes intimate things and Bucky wasn't entirely sure he was ready for that.

At first it was playful and even funny. Like never having sushi, or getting a parking ticket. Then, as always, gets deep and personal.

Without trying to sound pitiful or depressing, Y/n spoke on hee next turn. "Never have I ever... been in love."

Bucky was taken aback by her words. She seemed to say it playfully without realizing how it sounded. As he thought about it, she's never mentioned a boyfriend before or girlfriend for that matter. It also discouraged him to think that she might not have feelings for him after all.

"Really? Like ever?" Bucky asked just to be sure she wasn't just exaggerating.

"I mean I have wanted to be and wished I was but I've never really was sure of my feelings and being unsure feels the same as not. I have never lied about my feelings like I used to. The last time I did I hurt them and I don't want to do that anymore ya know? Doesn't mean I don't have feelings now, but I can a bit closed off..." It felt good to get something like that off her chest, even it stung a little.

"And that's fine, you're not obligated to and you can't force it either. But I have been in love and I think I am right now to be honest." Bucky said visibly nervous now but smiling thinking about just how much she doesn't know.

"Oh yeah? Who does the Winter Soldier have in mind?" Y/n pressed inching closer to him.

"Aw man she's amazing. She has this amazing smile and such a bright personality. She's also fiery and can have a temper sometimes but she still manages to have the biggest heart. Everything she does just makes me laugh and or feel butterlfies. I feel like she knows me better than most people and is always there when I need her and even when I think I don't she's there anyway. I wish you could to know her and see what I see when see her... she's imperfectly perfect." Somewhere along the lines he got carried away and wasn't shy when he talked about her as someone else. It was like confessing without implicating yourself, or in this case, someone else.

"Wow. Sounds like you're head over heels for her. She's lucky to have you. I bet she feels the same way about you Barnes. I mean she's gotta right?" Y/n said trying to guess about who he was talking about.

"Well we've always been just friends so I'm not usually this outward with my feelings about you..." Bucky said without realizing he just gave it all away. When he did, he felt his heart drop into his stomach like a stone. The siren still going in the background was the same sound that rang through his mind.

"What?So wait you're talking about me? You have feelings for me is what you're saying. You are joking right?" Y/n couldn't believe it. This whole time he was... maybe this was new or just a misunderstanding or... or... she doesn't know!

"Shit. Im sorry this is not how I wanted to tell you I was gonna wait to be sure if you felt the same it just slipped out and I'm sorry I didn't want this to be in the way of anything I just..." By now Bucky was crouched on the floor with his head in hands shaking. He couldn't talk anymore he would just make it worse for both of them so the best he could was try not to cry. He had a strong face but inside he felt weak and sick.

Y/n took a deep breath and made her way over to him. She stood there for a moment trying to find something to say but instead she just took him in a warm embrace. Bucky was suprised but didn't hesitate to hug her back. When she pulled from his embrace she finally spoke:

"I may have never loved before, doesn't mean I can't now. I would be lying if I said I never thought about us or how I feel about you. I don't know how far my feelings go, but I know they've gone the farthest and is still going. Hearing you talk about that girl you liked I admit I was a bit jealous thinking she was getting all of you're attention. Finding out it was me actually made me really happy on the inside. So if I'm being honest I think I might be in love with you too."

Now facing each other, Bucky couldn't help but kiss her and she most definitely kissed back. They might have gotten carried somewhere along the lines but thankfully it didn't go too far. Yet.

Pulling away to breathe, they held on to each other laughing at their messy hair and uncomfortable position on the floor and stood up.

As soon as they got their feet, the sirens and the lights go out and the lights brighten up the whole room. The doors slowly unlock and all the weapons cases whirr in electrical sounds as well as the other systems.

Bucky and Y/n jump and cheer and excitement that leads to celebratory kissing. To be honest, they forgot there was any danger at all.

The metal security doors finally slid open to reveal a very confused Steve Rogers seeing the two of them making out and parts of Y/n clothes ripped off along with both of thier messy hair.

"Sooo... Fondue?"

Tagged: @imaginechick

A/N: I took some liberites on this one. If anything is spelled wrong I apologize but im not fixing it lol i have edited this thing long enough. Hope you enjoy and please give me feedback! Thanks for reading💘

-K

#marvel imagines #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #steve rogers x reader #the winter solider imagine #the avengers #marvel's sheild

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themagicalreads · 4 years

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The Missing Piece (Prompt)

I swear I tried thinking up a whole lot of different ideas for this prompt to avoid writing in the perspective of a puzzle but, for the LIFE OF ME, my brain could NOT stop finding its way back to this. And I struggled a bit with the writing, as you miiiight be able to tell? Hahaha. Still, I do hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading. <3

Every day, the void became smaller, but it was always far too great to travel beyond. Jack stood leaning against his blue chevy impala, tossing pennies in the air in wait for a girl that would never come. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her since she'd started working at the Moonlight Drive-In's food joint. They hadn't always served food here—the building had only been built something but a few months ago, and Jack had yet to try out the snacks. He would have if he'd been able to walk over there but, for now, all he could do was observe from afar.

Her hair was bobbed, wavy and brown as bark. Just like the other girls, she wore a white-aproned purple skirt that fell just above her knees, and a purple-collared blouse. But what had first caught his eye was her smile, bright as the stars above, and genuine as a puppy's, obvious even from this far out. She was the most beautiful girl he'd yet to lay eyes on.

If it wasn't for the void, he'd have been over there in a jiffy. He'd have asked her to watch the latest flick with him on his hood, followed right up by the meteor shower. Surely she'd never caught well from behind that counter. A familiar clench in his chest came at the mere thought of her. Jack wanted more of her than the guy's tales of back seat bingo. He wanted to know her from the inside out, because he knew he'd love everything about her. The feeling in his gut told him that much.

The purity of her heart radiated right through the pitch black nothingness of the universe.

A group of giggling ankle biters swarmed past Jack, breaking him away from his admiring. "Hey, Jack!" Jamie said, running over to him. "Wanna play a game of hide and seek?"

Jack smiled warmly at the kid. "Not right now, Jamie. But I'll catch you later," he added when Jamie drooped with disappointment. "I got a new version of the game planned out that I think you'll like, too." And, just like that, his front-toothless smile slid right back on.

"Yay!" He exclaimed, about to run back off. He turned back before he could get too far. "Got some chalk for hopscotch?"

"I'll have to check the stocks," Jack answered, even though he knew there'd be a fresh stick in the glovebox. It was always there, fresh as a daisy. Jack sauntered over to the passenger's side of the car and poked his slender arm through the rolled window. Jamie ran off with a joyful yelp as soon as he handed it over to him. When he was lost in the sea of people and cars, Jack looked up at the sky just in time to see a sliver of darkness mold into soft, navy blue.

Every day, the void became smaller, piece by tiny little piece.

Every day, the Moonlight Drive-In healed itself from the single worldly rip until, one day, it didn't.

"Hey there, Daddy-o." A voice he'd never heard before said on the ninth day of nothingness. Jack glanced to the side to see a girl with stark white hair and eyes as blue as his leaning against his chevy."What's cookin,' good-lookin'?"

Jack glanced back at the sliver in the void, where the girl was serving a couple of movie-goers. "Nothing extraordinary." He knew it was impolite to not ask what was up with her, but Jack wasn't in the mood for flirting. He scanned the area casually for Jamie and his friends—they hadn't stopped by tonight, which made Jack wonder what shenanigans they were up to this evening. Worse yet, did they decide they no longer wanted him around?

The bleached-blonde bumped her shoulder against Jacks. When he looked at her, he saw her eyeing him and the Sliver. "Can't help but notice you been castin' an eyeball over at that brunette."

Jack jerked back. "Don't know what you mean."

Bleached-blonde groaned, rolling her eyes at Jack. "Oh, cool it. Don't play dumb with me, Jack. She's pretty."

Jack stilled. "How—?"

Bleached-blonde cocked her head to some invisible thing in the distance. "The kid told me. James, right? But you call 'im Jamie."

Jack lifted his brows. "You seem to know a whole lot."

"That's what happens when you go out and talk to people," Bleached-blonde laughed. "I'm Elsa." She held out a hand, which Jack hesitantly shook. She didn't stop staring even after they let go. "Would you believe me if I told you I met her before?"

Jack frowned at the thought. "Impossible."

Elsa looked away momentarily, shoulders drooping as she pouted. "Sweet girl. Not her type."

"Me?"

"Me. But that's beside the point. The point is I can get you over there."

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, yeah? How?" He went quiet as soon as he noticed what she was looking at.

The sliver in the void.

"You can't be serious."

Elsa smiled. "I'm the most serious girl you'll ever meet."

"That's a death's trap!" Jack exclaimed.

"Only if you let the darkness pull you in. Which—little survival tip—don't let it do that. I made that mistake once, and—" She shivered, "One of the worst things you'll ever experience. Unexplainable, to say the least."

Jack looked back at the Sliver, at the wisps of hungry black tendrils pressing against the thin path. It hadn't gotten wider in what felt like forever—would it ever go away, or were they destined to live like this forever? He looked up at the girl, then, her bright smile apparent even from this far away. It couldn't be a coincidence, his feelings for her. Jack knew he wasn't the type for love at first sight—especially when it came to girls he hadn't even met. But he couldn't ignore the pull trying to yank him toward her.

He looked up at the moon, almost not visible in the sky, and then he decisively turned back to Elsa. "Let me write a note to Jamie."

"Good choice." Elsa grinned. "Seeing you sulkin' every day was makin' everyone a bit sad. Come on, Daddy-o."

After scratching a note down and jamming it in the window with the chalk Jamie still hadn't come to fetch, Jack followed Elsa to the Sliver. She leaned in close to him as soon as their feet stopped moving.

"The thing about the Sliver is, most people try to run straight across to get in and out as soon as possible. But the trick is going slow. See, fella, it's a lot darker than it looks in there—you won't be able to see a thing but the moon when you're inside, so focus on walkin' a straight line, kay?"

Jack stared at her. "You're not coming?"

Elsa almost seemed insulted at the mere thought of that. "'Course I am. I'm goin' first, silly." She smiled mischievously. "Got my own pie face to visit. What? You didn't actually think I'd do all this just for you, did ya?"

Jack shrugged. "Can't blame a fella for thinking a stranger would do something out of the coldness of their hearts for em'."

"Ha!" Elsa moved forward, glancing at the girl through the Sliver. "And your heart's awfully warm for someone named Frost. Hers is Rapunzel, by the way."

"Ra-what?"

"Rapunzel."

Jack blinked. "What's that?"

"The name of the girl you're in love with, knuckle head."

"I'm not—"

"Oh, please," Elsa rolled her eyes again, stepping into the darkness. Her voice was nearly completely muffled now as she yelled out. "See you on the other side!"

A chill raked over Jack. He'd had a feeling about today—a good one. He hadn't been sure what it was about, exactly, and he still wasn't. Surely it wasn't this. Not this uncomfortable knot in his stomach he couldn't manage to untie.

It was a strange thing, feeling as if the world around him was pulling him back into place and tugging him forward simultaneously.

With that, Jack closed his eyes and stepped into the abyss. The first thing he noticed was how he didn't hear a loud nothingness like he thought he would; the sound of whistling wind drowned the world out just as much as the darkness did. The second thing was the sense of levitating. Though he could feel the soft ground under his feet, he could also feel how, a few inches on each side of his feet, it all disappeared, devoured by the universe, awaiting creation.

It was like holding a piece of information on his tongue; Jack was positive he knew what lay beyond, but he couldn't remember no matter how much he thought of it. Don't let it pull you in, Elsa had told him. But he couldn't help it. The thoughts of beyond devoured him whole, blowing him up with a curiosity he never had the chance to release.

Desperate, Jack opened his eyes, only to find himself lost and terrified. The moon. He looked up at what had to be the sky, finding the bright orb instantly. He'd only barely seen it through the Sliver before, so high in the sky it was clouded. I swelled a balloon of hope inside of him, spurring him on one more step, then another.

Everything was going splendid, given the circumstances, until he looked down for Rapunzel, not remembering he could no longer see anything but pitch black. A wrenching feeling warped inside of him. He swung his gaze back up, disoriented, and searched desperately for the moon, only to find it wasn't where it had just been. Jack stopped hard in his track, suffocation threatening to overtake him. The void wanted him badly. The tickling wisps wrapping themselves around his limbs over and over proved that right. And then there was the voice, so luring he was almost tempted to follow it without thought.

"Jack?"

"Jack, come to me!"

"Follow my voice."

Jack fell to his hands and knees and gripped the edges of the path. Slowly, he moved forward, noticing how the voice was become louder and louder with every step. As long as he followed the road, he'd emerge on one side of the void or the other. Jack carefully trekked on until something clamped hard on his right hand. A yell tore through him, the pinch on his fingers as he tried and failed to yank them free, a growingly unbearable pain. Without thinking, he completely let go of the road so he could tug his hand free. He knew it was already too late—it would be crushed beyond measure now. When he looked up in desperation, Jack's eyes met with the moon again, and he yelled. Over and over until the darkness and the pain finally completely disappeared. He lay on his stomach, cold asphalt underneath him. Hand free from the universe's grip.

Cars drove in out of nowhere to park, but Jack barely even noticed them. He was too busy locking eyes with a worried-looking girl crouched on roller-blades above him.

"Hey, bean," her voice was soft, gentle. Just like he'd thought. "Are you alright?" She was beautiful, up close, more than he ever would have imagined. Her eyes were a vivid green he'd never seen on anyone before. And they were glued to him. Him.

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you step in there," she continued. "But you fixed it! Just like that."

"I feel stupid for askin'," Jack started, voice weaker than he intended. "But what did I fix, exactly?"

Rapunzel's smile warmed something inside of him. She reached a hand out, gently pushing his head to the side. Jack didn't have enough time to soak in the touch. Instead, he took to staring at the Drive-In.

Completely whole, with no void in sight.

Rapunzel's voice brought him back to reality. "The moon disappeared as soon as Elsa came over to see me. She told me you were in there—the white-haired boy, Jack. And then..." Her mind went elsewhere, eyes filled with wonder. "And then the void started repairing itself. It's gone! Everything is fixed!"

Jack brought his right hand up to his face, surprised to see it wasn't a crushed mess. Guardian, he was hearing people whisper. The Moonlight's guardian. It felt strange having so much attention. All he'd had before was Jamie's little gang of ankle biters. He didn't know whether he liked it or not, though that might've just been because he'd have preferred his first meeting with Rapunzel to be slightly more intimate. Her thoughts seemed to parallel with his.

"Come on," Rapunzel took his right hand in his and pulled him to his feet. She skated over to an old, yellow truck parked off to the side and opened the tail gate for them to sit on.

"Do you feel complete?" She asked, out of the blue, before shaking her head. "Sorry. It's just—I've been watching you from the Sliver for a while now, and—oh, god. That sound's creepy. I haven't been watching you. More like... noticing. You're hard not to notice."

"Is it my startling blue eyes?"

A blush crept over Rapunzel's cheeks as she laughed. "I'd say the entire package." She held out a hand to shake. "I'm Rapunzel, by the way. I didn't introduce myself."

"Jack," Jack said as he took her offered hand. He held it a beat longer than he should have, something Rapunzel didn't seem to mind, to his relief. "Don't you have food to serve?"

She tugged at her skirt, which brought Jack's gaze to her short, sun-kissed legs. He held himself back from reaching a hand out toward the sliver of bare skin, looking back up to meet her gaze instead. Beautiful, his heart yelled out. She was so, incredibly beautiful. "They can handle themselves for a few minutes without me." She reached out, suddenly, stilling Jack's heart as she cupped his face with a hand. "You feel it too, don't you? The tug. It's like I've been looking at a glass of water sitting across the room, throat dry as the sand, and now I finally have it in hand. Not that I'm comparing you to an inanimate glass of water."

Jack smiled. "Sounds like you are."

With her other hand, Rapunzel playfully shoved at his shoulder. Jack caught her wrist in his hand and pulled her closer, so they were now only inches apart. "I feel it too," he finally said. And he did. He knew the void's disappearance wasn't his doing, that was the make of some higher power, but it had filled a hole inside him that'd been empty for far too long. Hearing that he wasn't alone in that thought proved his gut hadn't been wrong. He kissed her on the cheek, then on the corner of her lips. She was the one to fully cup his jaw, to pull him into a magical kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Jack took off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders so she could lean back comfortably onto the truck. Her roller blades thunked onto the tailgate. "They can hold the joint up a bit longer without you, right?" Jack asked, just as the first meteor fell.

"I'm long overdue for a break," Rapunzel answered. The flutter of her fingers against his sent a spark through his veins.

And so they lay there, hand in hand, staring at the stars that never faded, at the meteors sparking through them brightly. A final piece finally set in place.

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: drunken behavior, cursing, age difference, use of substance, slightly heated

CHAPTER 4

Talia’s POV

I left the house very excited to see my best friend. I had so much to tell her, so much to show her, and so little time to do it. I drove myself to the airport almost ready to hope out of my seat. These were the feelings my therapist once told me to savor. I took a deep breath and let the good feeling warm throughout my chest, gripping my steering wheel as I turned into the pickup lane. I parked the car, not bothering to turn the car off and climbed my car to sit on the roof, hoping to spot my tiny friend better. And in a matter of minutes, there she was carrying her bright purple suitcase, a jacket in her arms. She spotted me and screamed her head off, scuttling toward me with her arms wide open. I hopped off the car and ran to squeeze her tightly. Suddenly, I felt whole again. “Oh fraaaand! I missed you!” She squealed, brushing her long black hair off of her face. “I can’t believe it’s only been a month!”

“I know! Time flies. How’re the boys?” I asked, grabbing her suitcase and putting it in the backseat. Tulio and Jay were two other friends I was very close with in New York. The four of us were inseparable in school. There was never a bad moment with them.

“Tulio is currently a barista and freelancing. Jay is a voice actor now. He’s working on a kids show that's coming out soon.” She informed me as she got in the car, buckling her seatbelt. “Is the ABC still open? I wanna get us a bottle of something good!” She cheesed, nodding her head suggestively. It wasn’t too late so we had time to stop by.

While I drove, I noticed the sky growing darker and dark as Anna told me all about what was going on back home. She didn’t miss a single detail. And our behavior around each other didn’t change. Still horrible, still encouraging each other’s bad behavior, still laughing at dumb people doing dumb shit. We stopped by her hotel to put her suitcase and things in her room. “So what am I walkin’ into with this whole block party deal?” She asked me as we walked the hallway and waited for the elevator's arrival. I don’t know why but my stomach flipped and my mind immediately went to Sam. I blushed and covered my face, laughing away my nerves. Her eyes widened as she playfully and repeatedly hit my arm. She knew me all too well. “Biiiiiitch! Who is he?!” I took a deep breath and waited to board the elevator before answering.

“His name is Sam.”

“Oh, Sam…” she called dramatically clutching her chest, making me laugh. I pushed her off me and hid my face again.

“DILF vibes.” I groaned.

“Oooo an older gentleman! Okaaay! Okay sis!” She hyped me up to the best of her abilities. As the short elevator ride came to an end, I began fidgeting around for my cigarettes as we walked toward the parking lot. “Does he know you like him?” She pried.

“I fear he has an inkling…” I answered scrunching my face. I hadn’t even admitted to myself that I was into and now I was saying it out loud.

“Then make it a big splotch of ink, bitch! Tell him! Let it be known!” She said enthusiastically, throwing her arms all over the place. I laughed as I attempted to light my cigarette.

“He plays in the band I told you about…”

“Is he the guy that wasn’t there when you started playing with them?” I nodded.

“He plays guitar and he sings and even though haven’t heard it my god am I ready to but I’m so NERVOUS.” I blurted out before taking a long drag. “Fuck I need a drink…” That’s when she boldly grabbed my breast.

“Shit, bitch, I forgot the champagne!” She said and I cackled. “I’ll be right back!” She ran off performing her signature grandma speed walk.

“Alright. I’ll be here.” I said unlocking the car doors, sitting sideways in the driver’s seat. I looked up at the stars beginning to come through the now black sky. I huffed wondering what I was gonna do about Sam. There was no way my Godfather would let that slide. Not that it mattered to me. I was a grown woman. I did as I pleased. That’s when I felt the buzz in my back pocket. It was Marcel.

Marcel: Where are you? We’re about to start playing and Sam is looking like a nervous puppy

I felt a smile crack on my face as I read the last line. I couldn’t imagine Sam acting like everything wasn’t cool. He seemed so put together to me. I texted back, letting my cigarette hang from my lips.

Me: Im on my way!! I’ll be there soon. Good luck !

If anything, it was good that we’d show up late. Sam could sing without being worried about my opinion and I’d see him full force when I get there. “He’ll be alright.” I said aloud to myself as Anna returned, drinking said bottle already. She pouted as she looked at my face and held the bottle out to me.

“Take a sip. We’ll finish it before we go watch the band. That way you won’t be so nervous to see him! Also you’re gonna have to point him out to me. I’m ready to see this man.” She said, rounding the car to hop into her seat. I looked at the bottle and took a big but quick sip before turning into my seat correctly and giving her the bottle back. I slammed the car door and off we went to the block party.

By the time we arrived into the neighborhood, people were out dancing already, their children playing in the nearby park. I noticed the block was full of cars so I just pulled behind one and parked with a large sigh. I could hear the band playing already and I instantly became anxious. Anxious to see Sam, to hear him sing, to watch him play, to just be in his vicinity. I let out a loud frustrating grunt and my friend gave me the biggest smile. “Oh my god you really are nervous! Here! Drink bitch.” She told me, passing the bottle and almost dropping it. She was definitely tipsy. I giggled and actually relaxed enough to start drinking. “Is there anything else to drinky drink at this shindig?”

“The band bought plenty.” I said before taking a long sip. The beverage warmed my chest up so much I took off my tye dye shirt and tossed it in the back. I was just gonna go with the bralette from the combination of alcohol and Florida heat. I shook every part of my body with a random sound to release the tension that had been building, fluffing my hair as I did.

“That’s right, bitch. I see you. Get cute, sis.” She said aggressively sipping the champagne.

“Let’s do this…” I said, opening the door and slamming it shut.

Anna leaned over the car to pass me the bottle again and grabbed my hand, beginning to dance her way to the block party with a bright smile. Now that I was out of the car, I could hear the music more clearly. And even more so, closer we got to the party. Sam’s voice coming through strong and powerful as they performed Whisper to a Scream by the Icicle Works, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to move my feet to the music but I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him, it was over for me. The street became lined with tiki lights and string lights in the shape of pineapples. Somehow, the smell of wood for the bonfire being burned already comforted me. When we reached the end of the street where the band was, my breath was taken away. He stood front and center, clad in a tight white v neck, black shirt rolled to expose his strong forearms, veins bulging out from playing, and the best fitting jeans paired with his usual dirty boots. His hair was falling out of place from performing passionately, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Instinctively, I reached out for Anna and took an extended sip of champagne as I watched him. She looked at me with wide eyes and laughed. “Woo bitch…” I sighed, nearly shaking from how good he looked. “The one singing…”

“Sam?!” She exclaimed, running deeper into the crowd of drunk people dancing to get a better look, forgetting to let go of me. She dragged me right in front of him. And at the right moment he looked up and locked eyes with me. And almost like on the spot he began singing to me. I swallowed hard as he sent me a brief smile and wink. I could see his shoulders visibly dropping and loosening up. He was relaxing. Which was more than I could say for myself. “That’s Sam? He’s hot! Hell yes. You needed to fuck him like… yesterday.”

“Bitch I met him yesterday!”

“Your point?” She said putting a hand on her hip with a sassy expression.

“I mean… because he’s older I’m sure he’s more old school about that stuff.”

“I never try to understand what goes on in a man's head but that man wants to fuck. And real bad.” She said, reassuring me also tipping the bottle near my mouth upwards to make me drink. During the break in the song, Sam noticed the situation and smirked a bit trying to control his laughter onstage.

Throughout the night, Anna and I managed to find more booze. Boy….the trouble. We were now, drunk off our asses, shaking our hips and bobbing our heads to the music. Between songs, Sam would sip on a glass or three of scotch, watching me with intent and a hint of lust. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. My friend would bring me back to earth sometimes when I was on another planet lost in this man’s performance. When his song was over, everyone clapped and he took his swig of scotch again. He waved everyone’s applause down enough for him to speak. “So… some of you know that we have recently acquired some new vocals for the band.” He began. I knew where this was going and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. Anna looked at me and snatched my beer out of my hands, pushing me forward. “My uh…. my guilty conscience is kickin in and I have to say it wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t get to sing a little something tonight. Would you guys be down for that?” And the neighbors cheered.

‘Well shit…’ I thought.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our new vocalist Talia Aaron, everybody.” He said easing off the mic and clapping. The band hollered and encouraged the situation. With all the strength I had, I tried my best not to fall or trip over the wiring as I approached the stage. The band leaned in listening for my split second song selection. “Nice of you to join us.” He smirked before leaning in and whispering in my ear. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” I was absolutely shaking as I tried to think of a song. Not from stage fright but literally just smelling the cologne Sam wore. I had not a clue what to sing until Marcel caught my attention. He threw me that bright smile and winked. I knew exactly what he wanted me to sing. I nodded.

“Black Velvet…”

“Great choice.” Sam winked and it shot right through my heart.

“Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck this up!” I said stealing Sam’s glass and finishing it for him in one gulp. He blinked in surprise and laughed to himself.

“You got this Tali!!!!” I saw Anna yell and my neighbors all cheered. I smirked, adjusting the stand and bringing the mic to my lips with a nervous smile. With a nod of the head, Sam kicked us off with that classic riff and Marcel’s bass line sat right where it needed in me.

“Ok y’all. I hope you don’t mind if I just…. Feel this liquor for a minute…” I said softly as the opening of the song played, tapping my foot and rolling my body to the beat.

“Take yo time girl!” My friend cheered as I played with my hair, feeling my oats and finding that comfort zone. That’s when I began to sing. The moment I opened my mouth, I could see Sam staring at me in my peripheral. I was shaking my hips slowly to the music, letting my body sing the song as well, easing into every word and belting out every note; the raspiness in my voice adding a soulful tone to each verse. I stroked the stand, somewhat using it as a pole. And the entire time, his eyes never left my body. It was a very sensual performance even though I didn’t mean it to be. That was the liquor talking. The neighbors cheered and the band performed two more songs after me before joining the block party themselves.

After receiving praise from the drunk older women (all of which were definitely trying to get into bed with him), Sam locked eyes with me as he grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded towards our designated smoking spot. I grabbed Anna by the wrist and brought her forehead to mine. “He’s calling me over, what do I do?!” I panicked and she repeatedly hit my arms, squealing as she turned me around.

“Go get your man, bitch! Go! Go, go!” She said, suddenly catching Marcel’s eyes. He winked at her and she gave me a mischievous smile. “I think I found a boo, too….” she said, waving at him as I grinned, heading towards the cooler to grab a beer myself and following Sam’s trail.

The docks were dark and the street lamp nearby hadn’t turned on yet. All I could see was his tall figure in the moonlight, smoke dancing in the air around him. Nervously, I pulled out my source of nicotine and walked over to him, my heeled boots making a sound that stood out from the sounds of nature. He turned to look at me as I eased up next to his large frame.

“You didn’t play any Billy Idol!” I said poking him in his strong chest. He rubbed the spot with a laugh.

“Actually I did. You were late.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“I wouldn’t have been drunk enough anyway. Right now though?! I’m extra toasted.” I chuckled trying everything in me to not be that drunk girl randomly kisses someone. But boy was he making it hard for me.

“Oh yeah? Started early, I see. I’m getting there. But just a warning:” he leaned down to my level, our noses almost touching. “You might be in trouble.” He took a drag of his cigarette and a sip of his beer, returning his gaze to the moonlit waters. ‘Fuck…’ I thought, biting my lip. “What did you think of the show?” He asked me.

“You were amazing!” I blurted almost immediately, taking a sip of beer and pulling on my own cigarette to hide my eagerness but I don’t think it worked. He smiled to himself and I stood in silence for a moment. “How’d I do?” I was almost afraid to ask.

“It was uh… very sexy… if I may say so myself.” He said, his eyes never leaving the water. “I love your voice. Marcel made the right call adding you.”

With that, we continued to talk about upcoming rehearsals and how it would work with my job. He understood that as he had to take off often for his job. We somehow ended up not leaving each other’s side all night and getting drunk together with the band and my best friend. We danced and played field games, ate food. You know, wholesome shit. As the block party came to a close, we still didn’t wanna end the night. So we moved the party to Sam’s, just us. Anna was in a corner with Marcel as he flirted with her, showing her how to play bass. She shot me a fangirl smile and I grinned at her from across the room, sitting on the kitchen counter as Sam leaned on the other opposite of me. We had all gone from drinking beer to drinking whiskey and this cup was sending me over the edge. I felt loose and not as uptight as normal. I crossed my legs and rested myself on the bar behind me, looking into his hazel eyes as he spoke to me about his adventures with his brother and family. I couldn’t believe he really went to all of these places and almost died every time. It sounded so exhilarating. And for a moment, he grew silent, his eyes running up and down my figure as I sipped on my Jim Beam and soda. “What?” I asked nervously, writhing under his strong gaze. He walked over and uncrossed my legs so that he could stand between them. He stared into my eyes as he moved a strand of hair from my face.

“You look so good…” he mewed, his forehead resting on mine now as he cupped my face with a large, calloused hand. I leaned into as his thumb ran across my lower lip. “God, I could kiss you right now…”

“Why don’t you?” I responded almost instantly, caught up in the tension of what was happening between us.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl.” He said, pulling me closer by the back of my leg, gripping it for dear life. I took a long sip of my drink, letting the ice sit on my lips for a while before wrapping my arms around his neck and grazing them over his own. The coldness against his warm lips made him shudder as my free hand played in his hair. I let my tongue dart across his lips, sending him over the edge enough to wrap his arms firmly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine. He moved slowly against me, both of us heavy breathing over each other. My fingers graced the tattoo on his neck and he took a deep breath, deepening the kiss. He moved his lips to my jawline, then to my ear. I giggled flirtatiously as I his lips travelled to my chest and back up again to the other side. I could feel him smile against my neck as he paid extra attention there, his hands roaming my thighs, hips, and back. As I bit his lip, he laughed nervously and pulled away. I was taken aback.

“Did I do something?” I asked, suddenly panicking. He placed a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my skin.

“God, no! That was… incredible. I just… I don’t wanna hurt you…” He said in a whispery tone as a slow tune played in the background. “And it’s so soon. I wanna make sure this is what you want first.” He was very considerate of me. I took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. We had only just met 24 hours ago and here we were making out like we’d known each other forever.

“We’ll work on it.” I said biting my lip. He gave a low frustrated growl before kissing me once more.

“Man, I like kissing you though…” he chuckled before kissing me again.

Eventually, the night did have to come to an end. I had taken off my heels and leaned on my friend to walk home, Sam trailing us to make sure nothing happened to either of us. As we made it to the front door, I unlocked it and sent my friend to my room. There was no way I was driving tonight. I turned to look at Sam in the doorway as my friend crawled the stairs. “Drink some water and eat something before bed. That way you won’t wake up with a hangover.”

“This isn’t my first drunk night, Mr. Drake.” I said rather loudly. It was like I had cotton stuck in my ears, everything was so quiet now. He chuckled at my current drunken state and leaned against the wall. He bent his head down, grabbing my waist with a single hand and guided me to kiss him for a final time tonight. It was sweet and passionate.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said lowly, kissing my cheek before walking across the street to his own home. I smirked as I drunkenly stared at his ass in those jeans, nodding in satisfaction as I turned to close the door and join my friend for the night.

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malepossession · 6 years

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Chapter Three

Pearl and I just laid in bed for a while, savouring the incredible experience that the miracle of sex had bestowed on us. My old memories were screaming at me about how wrong this was, to have sex with my former mother while at the same time, my new memories, Nathan’s memories, told me that it was fine and there was absolutely nothing wrong. In that moment, I’d never felt so torn between what’s right and wrong.

I couldn’t have been hiding this very well as Pearl asked me if something was wrong. Of course I just said “nope” as I put on a happier expression and proceeded to give her one last kiss before getting out of bed. Quickly, I pulled on my boxers, that were sitting on the floor by the side of the bed, and then a clean pair of jeans that were sitting on the side before I walked into the bathroom.

After closing the door behind me, I walked towards to sink and looked into the mirror. I still wasn’t used to seeing the bearded face of my step father, as satisfying as it was. In that moment, as I looked into the mirror seeing Nathan’s face…no…MY face, I knew that I had to get used to seeing it as my own instead of the one I once knew just a day ago. Not that it was bad thing, it was just a lot to take in and it was all just now hitting me.

When I left the bathroom, Pearl was already back out of bed and dressed. She tossed me a black t-shirt. I slipped it on over my head and then followed Pearl downstairs. I looked at the clock in the hallway. It was now 1:02pm.

Pearl said that we could just sit down and watch a movie or something since it was obviously her day off from work as well but as we were looking through the shelf for a good movie, Pearl got a call. She answered and as she talked to whoever was on the other end of the line, her expression changed from post sex cheerfulness to heavy disappointment.

When she ended the call, I asked Pearl what it was about. She said that it was her boss and that they needed her at work and that it was ergent. She would have been more annoyed if it weren’t for the fact the she worked as a surgeon. So if it was ergent then somebody’s life was probably at risk so she’d feel horrible I she didn’t go.

I understood completly and told her not to worry about it but, being the nice person she is, Pearl apologised anyway with a kiss. It’s strange how I never realised how often Nathan and Pearl kiss before.

Then she quickly went to our bedroom and collected her stuff together as quick as possible. A minute or two later, Pearl came back downstairs with a bag full of her work things. She waved goodbye and I waved back, not saying anything to eachover as she was back on the phone with her boss.

Just like that, I was alone in my new body for the first time. Not gonna lie, If I hadn’t just had the greatest sex ever, I would’ve went into the bedroom and masterbated. But as my sexual needs had been recently satisfied, I decided to save masterbation for another time.

It was now 1:16pm so I had about two hours and a half of alone time before Nathan gets back from school in my old body. So what should I do to kill time I thought. I could watch a movie on my own. I could workout some more. Then it hit me….I could try on some Nathan’s clothes. Every day clothes, workout clothes and the best of all, Suits.

I ran upstairs as fast as I could. I went straight into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. On the right side there was a ton of different style suits and costumes. And on the left there was a wide variety of dresses. I decided that I’d try on these fancier clothes last. First, I was going to try out whatever good looking clothes were lying in the clothes draws.

Quickly, I opened one of the draws that held a lot of Nathan’s every day clothes. I picked out some black and red shorts, a pair of green baggy trousers, a black vest and a green t-shirt. They might not have been the best match of clothes but the whole point of this was to have a bit of fun I guess.

Once I’d striped down into my boxers once again before, I put on the green baggy trousers and the black vest along with a pair of black socks. When I stood infront of the mirror, I kinda looked like an army soilder without his camo shirt on. This was even more amusing than I thought it’d be.

Next I tried the black and red shorts with the green t-shirt. To be honest, the bright and vibrant green of the shirt clashed with the darker red and black but it was still funny to wear them in my new body. I was really tempted to find some of Nathan’s sandals and put them on over the socks I was wearing just to see how silly he’d look or, I guess, how silly I’d look but I decided against it due to my growing excitement about getting to wear the suits.

I striped back down into my boxers. It was quite odd how normal my new body felt to me after only being in it for a few hours. I’d shock myself a bit when looking in the mirror but somehow I’d already gotten used to the increased strength and masculinity of my current body. Maybe it was because I was still gaining Nathan’s memories.

Anyway, I foulded and put away the clothes I had gotten out and moved over to another draw that held most of Nathan’s workout clothes. The draw slid open as I pulled on the knob handle. Unlike his everyday clothes, Nathan’s workout clothes seemed to mostly consist of being the same colour, black, aside from the one or two exceptions like the blue vest I was wearing earlier. Then, as I thought about it, I noticed that Nathan had quite a few vests and not many t-shirts at all. Guess he liked showing off his arms. Not too big of a surprise though.

It didn’t take long for me to decide on picking out a black vest and an orange one. Then I took out a pair of black tracksuit bottoms (almost identical to the ones I was wearing at the gym) and some black shorts. What made these clothes more suitable for training was that (aside from the tracksuit bottoms) they were made from a thinner fabric than everyday clothes so they didn’t get too hot.

I first pulled up the tracksuit suit bottoms before putting the black vest on over my muscular frame. “Not that bad” I thought as I couldn’t help but flex my biceps. I did a few more poses before moving onto the orange vest and black shorts.

The tracksuit bottoms may have been more comfortable but wearing shorts somehow made me feel more sexy. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m showing of some more muscle. Seeing muscular calves did always kinda appeal to me in my original body. It was probably just a fetish though but whatever.

Anyway, this pair made me look a little more approachable with the orange mixed in. Too bad that I’m already taken though. For other women I mean.

Obviously I couldn’t help but flex infront of the mirror once again. It’s much more pleasurable than you’d think. But anyway, once I’d finished turning myself on with my fit body, I took off the clothes I was wearing and neatly put the workout clothes away. Just as I had with the other clothes beforehand.

Now for the good stuff. The suits. There were quite a few hanging up but I decided to stick with my theme of two outfits per genre and so, I picked out a nice grey suit and similar one in blue. They were also both matched with a black necktie. I wanted to try on more suits but I didn’t wanna be weird and just try on all the suits in one go. I know that nobody would know but still. It’s hard to explain.

I decided that I was going to try on the dark blue suit first. I started with the trousers, pulling them up and then tightening them around my waist with a black belt. Next, I pulled the white shirt down over my bare upper body and then put my dark blue jacket over the top of that. Lastly I put on one of my black ties and slipped on a pair of good looking black shoes. Im still getting used to the fact that my new memories allow me to do things that I had no idea how to do before. Like tying a tie.

When I stood infront of the mirror, I saw how incredible I looked in a suit. This one in particular tightened perfectly around my muscle. I looked so…..Hot. Each part of my body was perfectly defined by the fabric. My arms, my legs, my chest, my ass. You get the point. It was impossible to get over how amazing I looked.

When I stopped starring at myself in the mirror, I manedged to bring myself to start taking off the suit. I folded it as nicely as possible and put it away in the wardrobe before turning to the grey suit laying neatly on the bed.

I put on the grey suit but, instead of the black belt and shoes, I paired it with a brown belt and brown shoes. This suit had the same effect as the last. Not too baggy and not too tight. Just right. Infact, this one looked even better and I don’t know why. Was it the colours? I couldn’t tell but it did look better for some reason.

I liked the suit so much so that I decided to keep it on so I picked up the clothes I was wearing earlier and put them in the washbin. I looked at the clock in the hallway. It said 1:41pm. “Wow, time really does fly” I thought as I began walking downstairs in my incredible suit.

Once I was downstairs, I tried to think of something to do to pass time. I decided that I was going to watch a movie like I was thinking of doing earlier with Pearl but first I wanted to test something out.

I turned around and walked through into the kitchen. I’ve heard that people like different things because of their taste buds. Now before, in my old body, I hated carrots and lettuce. Other vegtables like sprouts and broccoli were fine. It was just the carrots and the lettuce. On the other hand, Nathan seemed to love most vegtables so I wanted to see whether carrots and lettuce seemed nicer in this body.

In the fridge, there was an already made salad sitting in a tub so I grabbed it along with a fork and walked back into the living room. Before sitting down, I grabbed a movie off the shelf and put it in the DVD player. While it was loading up, I opened the salad tub. Just as I thought, it had carrots and lettuce in it along with a few other vegtables. My fork pierced a cut up piece of carrot before I used it to lift the orange vegetable up and into my mouth. As I chewed, I expected to feel disgusted by the taste but no, it didn’t taste that bad anymore. I took a piece of lettuce, threw it in my mouth and began chewing. Once again, I was astonished to feel that I actually liked it.

The movie had loaded by this point so I pressed play, sat back and watched as I continued to eat the salad.

It was a decently long movie and lasted just under 2 hours. When it finished, I took the disk out of the DVD player and put it back in the box before taking the empty plastic tub and throwing in the bin while putting fork in the sink to be washed.

It was now 3:47pm and Nathan should be back any moment. Just as I was thinking that, My phone (Nathan’s old phone) rang. It was an unknown number and for a moment I thought about Ingnoring it but my curiosity got the better of me.

When I put the phone to my ear, I was surprised to hear a very familiar voice.

**Nathans Point of View at 3:34pm**

Today had been the craziest day that I think I’ll ever live to see. I’m 36 and yet I just went to school in 7th grade. It’s because somehow me and my stepson, James, swapped bodies or something. I have no idea how or why he said he doesn’t either. So now I’m stuck in an 11 year old body, walking home from a day at school which was pretty awkward to say the least.

All day I’d been worried that James was gonna do something in my body that I didn’t want him to. I’m sure he’s checked out the muscle on my body by now. Speaking of, I keep forgetting how weak this body is. I tried to lift a whole stack of books at school, thinking I was strong enough, and almost ended up dropping them all over the floor due to my arms getting sore from holding them for only a couple of seconds. No offence to James. He’s just 11 after all.

So I was just walking home, eager to make sure James wasn’t doing anything inappropriate with my body, when woman walked out from and alleyway and stood in my path. She kinda looked like a gypsy lady from what she was wearing. I tried to walk around her but she just sidestepped infront of me again.

I sighed with with an obviously annoyed tone. “What do you want?” I asked. She said that she had been observing me and James and that she was the one that caused all this. Upon hearing this, I tried punching her but she stopped it easily with the palm of her hand. “That’s not very nice. Especially after I came all this way to help you out a bit.” . I was curious as to what she meant by this.

After I drew back my fist, I asked what she was talking about. The woman said that she thought I didn’t deserve to be put in a weak pre-pubescent body after working so hard for the physique I had and leading such a kind and civil life in general. She said she was gonna cut me some slack and put me back in an adult body. Not my own but a male one of similar age.

Obviously I agreed to this and she seemed glad to hear it. She pulled a small wand out of the ornate bag she was carrying. The woman waved it around a couple times, while muttering a spell or something, before she pointed the wand straight at me.

I thought it didn’t work at first but then I began floating. However, I soon noticed that the body I was previously occupying (James body) was still on the ground. I realised that I’d become somesort of ghost. When I looked down at myself, I noticed that my ghost form looked just like my original body. It was great to be my real self again. Even if it’s just in spritual form.

Suddenly, my spiritual body was dragged away. I had no control. I was just being forced to fly elsewhere. Looking around, I couldn’t even see where I was going because how fast I was flying. Everything was a blur.

Then, I stopped just as fast as I started. I was floating infront of a shirtless man I hoped I’d never have to meet in person. Mike. Pearl’s ex-husband. Out of all the people, she was gonna put me in his body.

My fear came true as I was slowly forced towards Mike. My hands entered his back and he just stood still, as if he were paralysed. I continued to enter his body, filling it out with my spirit. At the same time, Mikes spirit was slowly being forced out of his body at the same time. Soon I had complete control of his body and he had been totally pushed out before his soul blasted off in the opposite direction that I did. Probably heading for James’ body.

I was in shock. Complete, utter, shock. I looked down and saw a large, hairy chest and stomach. I searched the bathroom I was in and sure enough, there was a mirror. I knew what to expect but it still spooked me.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw the face of the man that betrayed the woman I love. And it was now my own. I hated the fact that I had to be Mike for obvious reasons but atleast I’m an adult now and Mike is 38 which is close enough to my actual age I guess.

I rubbed my hands through the short salt and pepper hair on my head. It was much shorter than my own. After that, my hands moved down to my face, feeling the scratchy stubble. Personally, I prefer a beard but Mike seems to have the kind of face that better suits a stubble so I guess I’ll have to get used it.

Also, it was very strange to have some much body hair. Growing up, I never had much chest hair, arm hair or leg hair and little I did have I got rid of. So now, having such a hairy body, seemed so out of place. Well, more out of place than it already was.

After going though that little crisis, I looked at my new hairy pecs once again. They were so much meatier than my old ones. I made the left one bounce and it looked incredible. I could bounce my old pecs but it was a far cry from what these babies could do. Right, left, right, left. It was truly fascinating.

Then, suddenly, I noticed how much I was enjoying this and it disgusted me in a way. I mean. IT’S MIKE. I must be gaining personally traits or something. From what I know, he is the kind of guy that’d be proud to check out his own body. I hated it but I couldn’t help myself. I brought up my right arm and flexed my bicep. It felt so great which was weird considering I’ve lived in my own body with decent size biceps quite a few years and I got used to it so I don’t know why it feels so incredible now. Could be Mikes mindset influencing me again but I don’t know. It did feel pretty nice to flex muscles that don’t belong to you though.

Then it occurred to me, I should probably let James know about what’d happened. I walked out of the bathroom and into Mike’s bedroom. Sure enough, Mike’s phone was sitting on the bed. His password just popped up in my head as I was still gaining his memories. I swiped the screen and clicked the phone icon. Quickly, I typed in my phones number and let it call.

For a moment I was worried James wasn’t going to pickup but, luckily, he did.

**3rd person Point of View**

Nathan: Hello?

James heard the voice of his Dad. Mike. However, he had no idea whether the gypsy lady had done what he asked of her yet so he decided to to play it safe.

James: Why are you calling me Mike? I’ve got better things to do than talking with you.

Nathan was taken back by how convincing James sounded. Nobody would ever know it was James in there instead of himself.

Nathan: No no no, James, it’s me, Nathan. The person that did this to us came up to and put me in Mike’s body.

James sighed as Nathan explained this. Now all he had to do was act clueless and surprised so that Nathan didn’t suspect anything.

James: What, why the hell would they do that? Why not just leave you in my body?

Nathan: I dunno, she just said that she was gonna cut me some slack and give me an adult body again. I’m gonna guess she put the real Mike in your body.

James: Oh jeez, now I’m going to have to deal with him but it can’t be helped I guess. Maybe this time he’ll grow up to be a better man.

Nathan: I hope so too.

Just then, Mike entered James’ house in James’ body.

James: Oh no, he just got here. We’d better continue this another time. I probably wouldn’t be to helpful if he found out that you and I swapped before you and him.

Nathan: Your right, call me back another time when your alone.

James: I will, bye

Nathan: bye

**James’ Point of View**

I hung up and I’m glad to say that he didn’t suspect a thing from the phone call. Good. Now all I had to do was see if my former dad, or should I say Mike, was acting like me or if he had complete control.

I walked round the corner to see him hanging up his school bag and coat by the door. I said “hi” and he said “hi” back with an odd look. At first I thought it was because the lady didn’t hold up the part of the deal that she made me kiss her for until he asked me why I was wearing a suit.

While sighing internally, I told Mike that I just decided that I wanted to look a little fancy tonight. Guess that was why he gave me a look. Anyway, He just shrugged it off and went upstairs to his new room. Probably to play games. I’m just happy that things are sorted now and I can just concentrate on getting used to my new body.

**Nathan’s Point of View after the call ends**

I put the phone down on the desk after James hung up. I looked over at the bed and saw a tablet sitting on the bedside table. I immediately began to grow hard as upon seeing it as it caused me to gain some new memories. On the tablet were pictures of hot women that Mike would occasionally masterbate to.

I tried fight the urge but my hand slowly slid down to my crotch where I started massaging the growing bulge in my white cargo shorts. My sexual drive grew stronger as more women kept popping up in my mind from Mike’s memories.

Next thing I knew, I was pulling down said cargo shorts and the boxers underneath. My new cock sprung forward. It wasn’t as long as my old one however it did have a bit more girth.

I grabbed the tablet off the side before lying down on top of the bed cover naked. I opened unlocked the tablet with my left hand and slowly rubbed my cock with my right hand. I clicked the photos app to see loads of pictures of hot women that Mike had saved to a photos folder. Just by looking at them I felt as if I were betraying Pearl but my sexual drive and the influence of Mike’s personality were too strong to resist.

I enlarged a picture of a girl in just her underwear. I stroked my cock harder and faster upon starring at it. Swiping across, I saw another picture of a woman exposing her large breasts to the camera. Then one with the same woman showing off her vagina. It was so hot. I’d even started thinking like a dumb jock at that point, which is exactly what Mike is. It was the reason he and Pearl split up. He just couldn’t stop looking at other women in the streets. Pearl filed for a divorce after she found Mike in bed with another Woman. That was the last straw.

Now I couldn’t stop think of sexual images of Pearl from both my memory and Mikes. After turning off the tablet and setting it aside, I continued to masterbate while thinking about Pearl. All I could think about was squeezing her tits and cumming in her wet pussy. Clearly my vocabulary had reverted to that of a horny Jock as well.

I masterbated faster and harder than ever. Moaning and groaning as I felt the cum rising in my cock. I shouted with pleasure in Mike’s deep voice as my cock tensed and then shot semen up onto my new hairy chest.

Now I can’t wait to head out to a strip club tonight and fuck some hot chicks.

The End

For now…

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cviperfan · 7 years

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OKAY DEATH NOTE 2017 THOUGHTS

Under a cut for length not spoilers because honestly who fucking cares

-So the movie commits many sins but principle among them are two 1) The Death Note is basically just a vehicle for gore porn, pretty much indistinguishable functionally from any other 'Cursed Object' type horror movie. There's lip service paid to the suspense trappings of the original work but Wingard is clearly much more interested in the kind of brutal deaths that can be extracted from the Death Note's flexibility of options and far less in the moral quandaries that such an object would create, and Wingard's pre-release interview that expressed an interest in creating a Hard-R version of the story was at least for me a clear indicator that he was Wrong for the project, since grisly deaths are not what makes the story interesting, or in fact are even a priority. The fact that the default way the Death Note kills in the original canon is a heart attack (by all intents a fairly 'clean' method of death) is there for a reason, as is the 2017 version's curious decision to specifically omit that detail.

(In Wingard's interview he expresses a desire to include the "adult themes of anime" which specifically include "nudity, swearing, tons of violence" to him, which suggests that his familiarity with the medium starts and ends with Ninja Scroll and nothing else and that he probably didn't actually watch Death Note outside of a cliffs notes he had an intern scribble out or something)

2) And this is much more fundamentally antithetical to the original work, but Light's transition from Villain protagonist to Reluctant Misunderstood Anti-Hero.

in the original canon it's certainly possible to find Light's end goal aspirational, even if the actual empathy with Light himself doesn't last very long, and part of the paradox of the manga/anime is Light being a pointedly and unmistakably Terrible Person while also being a compellling and interesting protagonist. Even if you don't necessarily want Light to succeed, watching him operate and maneuver through various obstacles on the path to his goal is fascinating on its own terms.

Death Note 2017!Light, by contrast, is given great, excruciating measures to make him Highly Sympathetic to the audience, and indeed we are meant to interpret him specifically as a Good Kid Who Took A Wrong Turn and is now Way In Over His Head. His mom died at the hands of Joe Chill a crook who got away with it, giving him a nice clean Batman justification, he's bullied at school, is extremely concerned with his actions being percieved as good and perhaps most crucially, tries to limit his body count outside of criminals (American!Light reacts extremely negatively to the mere IDEA of killing his dad when he calls Kira out, whereas canon!Light, while certainly not enthusiastic about the idea, was right there weighing the pros and cons, reasonably prepared to do so if he proved to be enough of a problem).

He doesn't even use the Death Note initially of his own volition; Ryuk has to be there to straight-up Devil on His Shoulder-him into it (in a hilariously over-the-top introduction, more on that later), and Misa (sorry, MIA) is constantly pushing him to go darker when his resolve wavers, and indeed seems way more into the idea of using the Death Note on a visceral level than Light is.

All of this is contrary to one of the crucial points of Death Note in its original form-- Light was a person of privilege surrounded by a loving family and with infinite potential who had absolutely no reason to have become a power-hungry arbiter of "justice" with a god complex, and yet when a bit of power happened to fall into his hands that's exactly what he became. He didn't need a traumatic event or a bad situation to become Kira, just the possibility that he could do it and get away with it.

But even in a Death Note adaptation where the first death we get is someone's head being cut off at the jaw with a fucking ladder, this seems like too dark a conclusion for Adam Wingard to come to, so even when his body count starts rising we get constant excuses and reminders that he's A Good Kid, Honest, He's Really Trying To Do The Right Thing He's Just Got So Many Bad Influences That Pushed Him This Way and in the face of the original work's frankness (and Wingard's talk of "adult themes") this just comes off as cloying and toothless.

Nevermind that in light (heh) of the extremely whitewashed nature of this adaptation, the almost fetishistic effort of the writing team to sanitize Troubled White Teen Boy Light Turner (Who Has His Whole Life Ahead Of Him) of as much active culpability as possible is certainly quite telling isn't it

Okay that out of the way, time for some just Random Bad Shit lol

-just so we know exactly what we're dealing with and what director Adam Wingard thinks is cool one of the very first shots of the movie is Misa (sorry, MIA) at cheerleading practice but see she's not like THOSE OTHER SHEEPLE who are all ACTUALLY PRACTICING AT CHEER PRACTICE SHE'S A COOL DISAFFECTED REBEL BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANNA PRACTICE AT CHEER PRACTICE god look at these PHONIES all having fun and laughing OUR GIRL IS SO COOL SHE'D MUCH RATHER SMOKE AND LOOK BORED WHAT A BADASS -And like later in the movie she's all to Light "I'M A CHEERLEADER nothing i ever did mattered before i met you!!" like then WHY ARE YOU A CHEERLEADER WHY WERE YOU THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?????? YOU CAN DO LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE MY KIDDO -So the Light/Mia relationship is kind of a mess because not only do they try and play it up as the emotional lynchpin of the narrative (no, for real) but the reversal with Mia being the one who becomes super obsessed with the Death Note (even to the point where she tries to set up Light to die so she can get it) and her being the Other Bad Influence on Light really manages to make even the original Death Note's bad track record with its women fucking shine by comparison. If the original Light/Misa dynamic was basically a Joker/Harley setup written by someone who understood that it's an abusive relationship, new!Light/Mia is the Hot Topic Romanticized Joker/Harley but also Joker is the Real Victim here apparently -Like they literally get off to using the Death Note together and make out while scanning the internet for targets-- like there COULD absolutely be a place for there to be commentary on Bored Well-Off White Kids abusing power for the fun of it, but again there's no room for insight when there's those practical gore effects to throw around -Dear god there is not a HINT of subtlety in this fucking thing, an especially egregious stylistic choice when the manga/anime is (while ofc prone to Light's.... extreme and borderline comically evil reactions) overwhelmingly grounded with-- especially compared to many anime and manga in general-- comparatively moderate supernatural elements and touches, especially in terms of its visual detail and art direction. Wingard's Death Note on the other hand, has thunderstorms AND flickering lights that accompany Ryuk's appearances until they... don't (ARE YOU PICKING UP THE SUBTLE FAUSTIAN ELEMENTS HERE AUDIENCE????????), a trip through a Spooky Dark Abandoned Mansion that features a close-up of a busted doll accompanied by a creepy child's laugh NO REALLY IM SERIOUS and deaths that frequently end in torrents of blood because that's what we're really here for apparently -Speaking of a lack of subtlety, while I get the logic in casting Dafoe for Ryuk he ends up being both underutilized and a sadly uninteresting choice, since the apparent direction for him to go more Norman Osbourne really takes away any degree of ambiguity Ryuk has as a patently neutral party in the whole thing (at least as far as the original goes; this really wants to set him up as a Red Herring possible antagonist in a thread that goes absolutely nowhere and ends up meaning nothing). Like I think he could have worked if the performance was a little lower-key and he had not-terrible writing to work with, but at least someone's having fun in this mess so wth -L fans are gonna be fucking pissed off because HOLY HELL they didn't not fuck him up either -Canon L: Sherlock Holmes but with sweets instead of hard drugs and also he sits weird sometimes -Death Note 2017!L: Fucking Weirdo Asshole With Bizarre Rituals galore and also he can't sleep without Watari awkwardly singing the greatest hits of Celine Dion SHUT UP IM SERIOUS because okay -So the wierd race bullshit definitely doesn't stop at Light because the framing of L (who is played by Keith Stanfield, a black actor and OH BOY I CAN ALREADY HEAR THE IMNOTRACISTBUTS COMING IN) is pointedly, aggressively antagonistic. Rather than giving Stanfield the collected, analytical, somewhat awkward detective characterized in the source material, Death Note 2017's L's erratic tics and behaviourisms are meant to make the audience find him uncomfortable rather than compelling in his own right, because autistic-coded super detective is such an interesting and not at all gross and played-out formation of a character. Because again, the movie has no real interest in being suspenseful or focusing on the cat-and-mouse game, L figures out that Light is Kira with very little deduction or buildup, and indeed aside from a pointedly brief midpoint conversation and a completely stupid and pointless chase scene near the end, the two barely interact, so the whole aspect of two strong wills directly competing within inches of each other is tossed aside. -Also WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT A SCENE OF A YOUNG BLACK MAN BEING SLAMMED INTO A TABLE AND NEARLY CHOKED OUT BY A WHITE COP WITH ANGER ISSUES AND A SELF-RIGHTEOUS STREAK IN DEFENSE OF A GUILTY WHITE KID WHO ULTIMATELY GETS AWAY WITH IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TASTE WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT -Speaking of poor taste we couldn't find more than one Japanese actor for a speaking role (Watari, natch, with barely a handful of lines) BUT WE CERTAINLY COULD FOR THIS SEX CLUB SCENE WITH A ROOM PACKED FULL OF DEAD JAPANESE PEOPLE IN FETISH GEAR -Ryuk himself also looks Fuckin Bad and they know it since the overwhelming majority of his shots are him BLURRED THE FUCK OUT IN MIDDLE DISTANCE OR OFF IN THE CORNER -"many people have tried to write the 4 letters in my name into the Death Note but nobody has gotten farther than 2 :)" your full name was literally in there but ok -"all the deaths have to be physically possible" Ferris Wheel magically collapses for no reason to facilitate a death -"I need L's full name to kill him, I'll just take control of Watari with the Death Note EVEN THOUGH WATARI IS A FUCKING ALIAS" and also if this was in fact his real name and L knew it WHY WOULD HE HAVE LET HIM GO AROUND WITH HIS FACE UNCOVERED LIKE????????????????????????????????? -Reveals L without ceremony during the nightclub murder investigation/pretends like there's a mystery and a reveal to be had for the audience and awkwardly attempts to re-enact bits of the original introduction to the character anyway

Ultimately there's more that I'm probably forgetting but wow Death Note 2017 is just impressively dumb. Like, original Death Note could get pretty dumb especially in the last half, but that was more a case of working itself into a corner over time and its reach extending beyond its grasp on occasion. This just has no aspirations to even try.

Like, shit, I honestly don't like Death Note all that much but I can at least appreciate that it has some weight to it and made an effort to build a complex character-driven narrative while proposing a thoughtful moral paradox, which is more than I can say for the 'fans' who wanted to adapt it and decided this was the best possible approach lmao

#death note 2017 #WHENS THE RIFFTRAX

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