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cyb3rscoups · 1 year

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The Glory (4)

A/N: Kinda short cause I want to spend some time getting my stuff on Ao3

To have and to hold. To love and to cherish. Til death do us part.

Bullshit. Utter bullshit. Valentina, stabbing a fork through the greens of her salad was sure wishing she hadn’t taken those vows right about now.

Everett had been talking her ear off about some job issues he was having and she truly couldn’t have cared less. The only thing ratting her brain was whatever the fuck Okoye was up to.

To show up to an alumni ceremony when she didn’t even graduate and threaten her child. She could’ve killed her for it, she wanted to.

“Hey babe?” She put on her sweetest voice and batted her eyelashes at the man so his speech would halt.

“Yes?” Everett raised his brows.

“I think we should move Harlow into a different school.”

“In the middle of a semester, Val? No way. Besides, she loves it there. She has plenty of friends and her teacher is real sweetheart. I didn’t know you guess were friends in high school.” He chuckled, unknowingly sending his wife into a choking fit at the information.

Hurriedly, he grabbed the glass of water and helped her drink it down until she gasped desperately. “You met her?!”

“Teacher-parent conference last week honey. You were working late so you couldn’t go. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine! Now what did she say about me?” Valentina nearly broke her facade as she prodding him with questions.

The thought of him meeting Okoye let alone liking her personality made her sick. The pure fact that Okoye acknowledged a relationship between her made her want to drop dead.

They could never find out what she did. They could never find out who she was before she found them.

“Val, seriously, are you okay? I mean, we were just making simple conversation. The fact just happened to come up. Why? Were you not friends?”

Valentina shrugged. “We had our times..Can’t say we were that close though.”

“Oh..well. She said that Harlow is doing good in class. Excelling practically in every subject.” His face beaming with pride as he attempted to hold her hand in his.

She snatched it away quite harshly as her mind boggled with possibilities. Whatever happened, she couldn’t lose her family and she would make sure of it. “I have to make a call.”

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The cage looked different under the day time. Workers bustling around her as big, burly men either trained or ordered drinks to pass the time until something interesting happened.

Okoye tucked her hands in her sweatshirt pockets as she scanned the room for W'Kabi, the next part of her plan ready to be kick started into action.

However, she was unable to find him and the eyes she met instead were truly unexpected.

She could feel her thoughts scramble when he smirked, the dimple in his cheek on display as his skin flushed pink. He mumbled something to the man he spared with in the wired cage before motioning her to come closer.

Okoye wasn't sure why her feet were moving forward when her brain was busy telling them to stay put. Before she could think of what to say, she was stopped in front of the elevated death trap as Attuma squatted down to meet her eyes.

"Damn. You are even more beautiful in real lighting."

"Laying it on kind of heavy right now aren't you?" Her smile was involuntary, she swore it.

Attuma's hair swept his shoulders as his skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, his chest still heaving as he attempted to catch his breath.

Okoye cleared her throat before regrettable tearing her eyes away from his physique.

"Forgive me but I don't want you to walk away quick like you did last time." He tilted his head, his lips curled up in a full smile as she rolled her eyes.

"You're failing..."

"Yet, you haven't moved an inch. And since you haven't walked away yet, can I know your name now? Haven’t gotten choked out in two full days.” Attuma laughed.

Okoye sighed. She shouldn't be losing her time to this man, nor should she like to see him smile as often as he did.

A deep, loud chuckle from the left pulled her from her daze as an uneasy shiver went down her spine. "Oh Koko. Here to see me?"

W'kabi had that irritating pep in his step as he waltzed towards the two. "I see you've met my biggest money maker."

Said money maker ignored W'Kabi as he focused in on Okoye and her change in demeanor. A slight change but one that Attuma found quite important.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again so soon?" W'Kabi's hand dared stroke her cheek with the lightest touch and the grimiest smirk. Attuma could feel the heat of anger and disgust radiate off of Okoye as she forced out a giggle.

“Just wanted to see what you’ve been up to these days. Nice place.”

Attuma’s brows furrowed. “You know each other? Friends?”

W’Kabi scoffed with a smirk before turning to Attuma. “Okoye is my ex girlfriend.”

Okoye scowled at the title. She had hardly been his girlfriend and he knew it well. She was a victim of his desires and now she wanted him to beg for her mercy just as she did many years ago.

“No. I’m not. We just went to school together and he couldn’t keep his hands off me.” The words were true but their meaning could have been twisted. In fact it was twisted in just the right way as Attuma watched for Okoye and her increasingly subtle giveaways.

Of course she noticed the way his fingers clenched around the cages fence and his face held a certain expression. Not quite anger but jealousy. Whatever the the truth was between Okoye and W'Kabi, Attuma wanted the man to back all the way off.

So he was a friend, Okoye concluded. "How about we go out, Ko? Drinks?"

"I'm not a heavy drinker and it's barely noon."

W'Kabi could admire her stubbornness, not that he liked it at all but who was Okoye if not a little stubborn. "Coffee then. I can brew us a pot in my office."

"Coffee is nice.” She motioned W’Kabi along. “Attuma." She smiled at the fighter.

"Okoye," He watched as W'kabi grew out of earshot. "Is there something I need to know about him? Something I could gladly punch him in the face for?"

Okoye tilted her head at the man, the obviously very passionate man. “Not now. Patience.”

“I’ve never been good at that.”

“Well if you are gonna be around me, you better learn it.”

@pilesofpillows @loeysaeri @hottie-hotch @xblackreader @faatxma

#attuma #alex livinalli #attoye #attuma x okoye #wakanda forever #attoye fanfic #black panther #okoye x attuma #danai gurira #mcu okoye #kdrama #the glory

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about 7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

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urupotter · 3 years

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So while I've said before that I don't like the HP subreddit, I still frequent it because occasionally I read something insightful. This is one such case, where I read a reading of Lupin that I'd never seen before in response to a comment of mine analyzing the shrieking shack confrontation between Snape, Remus, Sirius and the golden trio, where I mentioned that Lupin was a gaslighter so I wanted to share. It was created by reddit user u/UsuallySiSometimesNo and is posted here with his permission. We had a little conversation in the comments. Read it under the cut

UsuallySiSometimesNo: That struck a cord with me, too. I didn't think about that on a conscious level before, but when I read it, it felt instantly true.

Honestly, I think the strongest examples of Lupin gaslighting are actually done to himself. The biggest, character-defining example, I think, is that after finding friendship with James, Sirius, and Peter, he becomes so desperate not to be ostracized from them (due to his issues of self-worth and his personal brand of impostor syndrome) that he deliberately and routinely feeds himself false narratives about their behavior until he can no longer tell fact from fiction, even as he's experiencing it.

Their relentless bullying of Snape? A childhood rivalry.

Their casual bullying of other students? Kids being young and stupid.

Their clear disinterest verging on contempt for Peter, someone less fortunate and vulnerable with whom they're supposed to be good friends? Just mates being mates.

Even actions taken against Lupin, himself, are revised in his memory to be 'no big deal', because he desperately needs that to be true. Let's pretend for a moment that Snape indisputably deserved to be slaughtered by a werewolf the night Sirius told him how to get past the Whomping Willow. Sirius did not send Snape to be killed by any old werewolf. What happened that night was that Sirius - one of Remus' best friends, if not his actual best friend - attempted to use Remus' curse/illness against someone (which is a big enough betrayal on it's own) without ever telling Remus that when he woke up in the morning (covered in blood and in the presence of a shredded corpse) it would be to find that he had committed the act he was most petrified he might one day commit. In setting Snape up to be killed by Lupin, Sirius, at the very least, risked Lupin's sanity, and, at the very most, risked Lupin being sentenced to death.

Now, I understand that Sirius wasn't thinking about all of that when he did what he did, and I, as a someone removed from the situation (and armed with the additional character/situational knowledge granted to a reader) can even understand why Sirius' own trauma led him to grant such a blind death sentence to Snape (which I think is related to a point you made elsewhere, u/Adventure_Time_Snail, about Sirius' "violence towards those who trigger his fundamental fear of wizard fascists" because of his abusive upbringing). But Lupin's perspective is not one of an unbiased observer. And once James found out what was happening and pulled Snape back before it was too late (which, I would think, was more to save Lupin than to save Snape) and once Remus awoke the next to day to discover everything that transpired the night before, I find it hard to believe there wasn't at least some conversation about the true gravity of the situation. And yet, even all these years later, Lupin doesn't bat an eye when Sirius not only doesn't display shame when the event is mentioned in POA, but offers something akin to regret, NOT at the fact that his actions could have gotten Lupin killed, but that that they DIDN'T get Snape killed: "It served him right...", he sneered. etc. etc.

I think the obvious question here, is 'Even disregarding what Sirius did to Snape - how can Lupin be okay with the knowledge that Sirius has no regret, at all, for what he did to him, even now that they're adults?' Well, we're not in Lupin's point of view in the books, which means we can't hear his internal monologue, but I think a satisfactory answer to the question is that he's done a substantial amount of internal gymnastics in order to get to a point where he doesn't see this as a big deal, or even as something that he has a right to be upset about.... just like a gaslighter does to their victim.

Again, because we're not in Lupin's POV, we can't point to the exact instances that such internal gaslighting took place, but, based on what we do observe from Harry's POV (and based on external knowledge of gaslighting as a true-to-life concept) I wouldn't be surprised if Lupin so desperately needs everything to be okay that he derides himself for feeling bad or betrayed, that he calls himself stupid for thinking terrible things that have happened to him are a big deal, that he wars with himself about how people who are his friends and who are so good to him and who are better friends than he thinks he deserves could possibly do something to harm him/others, and that he beats down whatever emotions and senses and gut feelings he has that tells him something his friends have done might be very wrong. What we see in the books is a man who makes excuses for his friends and harbors a warped perception of reality in much the same way victims of gaslighting do, and he seems to exploit his own insecurities in order to instill doubt in his own experiences in much the same way perpetrators of gaslighting do.

I can't help but think that, by the time Lupin tells Harry that Snape harbors a particularly strong hatred for James because James was a better Quidditch player, Lupin has become so adept at gaslighting himself that he actually believes it.

tl;dr: One of Lupin's defining characteristics is that he gaslights himself out of a desperate need to be liked by others, since he has a difficult time liking himself and seems to believe all of his relationships are incredibly fragile.

Urupotter:

This is a fascinating reading on Lupin that I've never seen. I don't read him the same way, in that I think Lupin actually does know that what he's doing is wrong, he just doesn't have the moral courage to act on his conscience. (I view him as the anti Snape, great conscience, but abysmal moral courage, while Snape had unbelievable moral courage but a shitty conscience. Their arcs are about growing their moral courage and their conscience respectively) Realizing that his negligence almost got Harry killed is what triggers his arc, concluding when he goes back to Tonks and Teddy after running away, taking responsibility for his actions for the first time.

But this reading is so interesting that I'll have to reflect on it. Do you mind if I post it on my Harry Potter tumblr blog? I'll credit you of course, I would just like to discuss it with my followers. Of course if you don't want to I won't.

UsuallySiSometimesNo:

Honestly, I think the lack of in-depth conversation about Remus Lupin (at least compared to fan favorites Sirius Black and Severus Snape) is a missed opportunity and a shame. Don't get me wrong, I can discuss Sirius and Snape until blue in the face, but Lupin's arc is just as powerful in an understated (and often underestimated) way. The muddy, oversimplified truth is, without the fatal-flaw decision making of all four Marauders throughout their lives, the series of events proceeding the first chapter of the first book don't happen, and the story we all know and love never comes to be.

And speaking of sparking a discussion about Lupin...

I think Lupin actually does know that what he's doing is wrong, he just doesn't have the moral courage to act on his conscience.

You know what? I agree. And that's what makes him so interesting, I think. He is constantly and dependably full to bursting with internal conflict. When his friends are wrong/do something wrong/say something wrong, he can and does immediately identify the situation as wrong. When he does something wrong, or when he does nothing in the face of something wrong, in that moment I believe he knows the full weight of the situation. Like you said, he has a strong conscience, as well as a deeper, perhaps more nuanced understanding of right and wrong than do, for example, James and Sirius. Now, Lupin needs his friends. They're not just people to hang out with, they're a lifeline for him. He's not going to engage in conflict with them if there is even the slightest chance that he might lose them (for a variety of reasons, he lacks, as you said, the moral courage to do so). But he's also a generally decent human being, and with a strong conscience comes the capacity for sincere guilt and remorse. So, not only will he not confront his friends, he needs it to be okay that he doesn't confront them. And it's at that point that I think the self gaslighting is triggered.

But Lupin is intelligent and nobody's fool, so the gaslighting creates only a thin layer of ice over the problem. Just enough of a cover that he can live with the things he would otherwise deeply regret. I do think he believes the alternative reality he makes for himself to be accurate as long as it isn't really challenged. Crack the ice, though, and we see him express remorse and reveal an underlying awareness of past and present truths. But then the moment is over, and the war between the uncomfortably and full weight of the truth and his need for the companionship of his friends returns, and then the gaslighting begins again, allowing him an easier return to his closest friends (and eventually his closest friend, singular, after the others have been taken from him as was his fear all along) without conflict and with minimal strain on his conscience.

Once Sirius, the last of his original chosen family is gone - truly gone, as opposed to 'located elsewhere' as he was when in prison - following OOtP, suddenly Lupin's arc takes off at a greater speed than at any point prior. He's now literally lost all of the people he'd been terrified of figuratively losing. Although there are still people and things he cares about, he isn't as dependent on any of them as he was on those foundational friendships, and the finality of their absence allows him to finally grow beyond his stifling cycle of reality shifting, confront the truths of his reality and his circumstances, and, as you said, finally take responsibility by returning to Tonks and Teddy - a decision that, ultimately, triggers his death (I don't mean to imply that it was a bad decision or that it's the sole cause of his death, but Rowling has said that being 'out of practice' contributed to his loss at the Battle of Hogwarts, which makes for a fantastic tragedy).

I don't mean to overstate the importance of this theory or imply that it's always present when he's on-stage, and, as with anyone, many other elements, of course, factor into his actions/words/motives. But I think it's a fascinating potential component of his character all the same. If you have more thoughts on this, I love to hear them - and I look forward to reading the discussion on your blog!

So what do you think? Is this a valid reading of Lupin? I'd say it is, but I'm interested in reading my followers thoughts!

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 16 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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The Loss Of A Friend

You've never been to a funeral. Well, you did, but you were a kid and you didn't know the family friend who was being buried that day. In your child's mind, you didn't get why everyone was wearing black, in uncomfortable silence, crying all day long. You remember clearly that a blue bug got your attention, making your eyes follow its every move, making you smile despite the sad atmosphere.

It couldn't be more different today.

As the coffin is lowered into the ground, where Jason will forever rest now, you hold Billy's hand, the soft fabric of your black dress tickling your tights. You barely feel it though, all your sensations resumed to the weight in your chest, crushing, squeezing your ribs, smashing your heart.

You suddenly remember the day Monica introduced you to Jason. It was the Saturday before you started working at the pool, in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. He had his little brother on one arm, and the girl walking beside him, tugging on the hem his shirt.

“So that's the new girl.” He said, a smile spreading across his lips as he reached out his hand for you to shyly shake. “I'm Jason, born to bear the weight of being Monica's cousin, but also the coolest guy you'll find in Hawkins.”

That, of course, started a small war of cheesy pick-up lines, insults, and sarcastic comments. You laughed, feeling easily welcomed by Monica's cousin.

Now, what gets your attention is how his young siblings cry, yell, calling out Jason as is he was just sleeping inside the wooden box and would wake up, smile, and start chasing them around again. He won't. Jason is only a memory now.

“I think we should go,” Billy says in a low voice, letting go of your hand to rub your arms softly.

Nodding, you let him guide you to his Camaro, driving you away from the sea of people dressed in black. You've known Jason for such a little time compared to everyone else here, who saw him grow up, studied with him, lived near him for many years. Your pain is just a speck of dust compared to theirs.

When you get home, the sun is setting. You decide to call Diane, just to make sure she's alright, but you don't tell what happened. It would make her come here immediately, and the last thing you need is someone else you care about being in danger. You have to lie, despite hating yourself for it, telling her that your voice is funny because you had to yell a lot with the kids at the pool. But it's better this way. There are more than enough people here you need to worry about.

“Come here,” Billy calls when you finally head to the bedroom. He sits in the bed, back against the headrest and you're quick to crawl into the bed and into his arms. “How are you feeling?”

“I don't know. Sad doesn't really explain it.” Putting your legs over his, you hide your face on his neck, breathing in your favorite cologne, the only one he uses since the day you told him that. “I can't believe I buried Jason. Jason. My crazy-ass friend.” Your voice cracks and you hold back a sob. “I'll never hear those stupid jokes again.”

“I'm so sorry, princess.” There's a pain in his voice too. Billy has been around Jason a bit, mostly with you. But you know he's actually sad because of how broken you are. You can see it in his eyes, that he wish he could take your pain away, and that he's desperate because he doesn't know what to do.

But there's nothing Billy or anyone else could do. You can't fight death. You can't hit it with a baseball bat full of nails until it gives your friend back. The only thing you can do is avenge him. Get whatever took him and destroy it.

“I wanna kill those Demothings.” The anger in your voice is tangible, and you clench your hands into fists. “I swear to God, Billy, I'll kill one of them myself.”

“Anger won't help. We need to be smart about it. We need a strategy.” Billy is often angry with things. Mostly with things that hurt you, but this time, you get why he's taking another path, trying to calm you down instead of putting more wood in the fire. “The meeting is set for tomorrow. We'll find a battle plan to kill those damn things.” His hand comes to lay on your thigh, fingers softly caressing your skin. “But for now you need to rest, ok? I'll cook something you like and then we'll cuddle watching some nice movie. How does that sound?”

“What if I cry through the movie?” You ask because more tears start rolling down, it doesn't matter how many times you try to get rid of them.

“Then I'll hold you tight.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Billy is kind enough to try and get you into some small talk. Nothing too complicated, nothing related to the Demothings or Jason. You're thankful for that. He even manages to get a few laughs from you, although they're always followed by a reality check when the events of the last two days hit you again, and the smile is gone.

A couple of hours later you're watching Jaws, your head on Billy's chest as you try to follow the events of the movie. But it seems way too fast for you, or it's just your mind that's refusing to process anything that's happening.

You just keep thinking about death. About how Jason's whole life was cut short. How all of his plans for the future were erased.

“Billy, can I ask you something?” Keeping your voice low, you speak up for the first time since you came to the living room after having dinner.

“Of course, princess. What is it?”

Biting your lip, you consider if you should really bring that up. It's selfish to talk about your future when someone else won't have one. But this whole situation made you want to make plans because it's a privilege to still be here. It's a blessing to still have time. “What you said to Joyce about... Marriage. Did you really mean that or–” Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on top of him, you take a deep breath. “–or were you just trying to get out of the conversation. Because it's ok if–”

“Haven't I made it clear that I want to be with you for the rest of my life?” He moves to sit up as well, pulling you close until you're placed in between his legs, a hand caressing your cheek. “Because if I hadn't, I'll make it clear now. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don't know how it happened, and it did get me by surprise, but the day you walked in the Hawkins Community Pool, I knew something changed in me. I knew I had to get to know you, and I did thought it would pass, that I'd get tired of you as I got of the other girls, but I didn't.” Billy holds you closer to him, your foreheads touching. “You hit me like–”

“Bang.” You finish for him, the memory of the day he was unbelievably honest with you coming back. The day he admitted to you, and somehow to himself too, that he liked you. It was also the day he punched David, and the day he kissed your cheek, making your stomach burn like it has been set on fire.

“Like bang.” He breathes out, warm lips coming in touch with yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close as you can, the need to feel that he's here, with you, clouding the sound of the TV. Billy moves to lay back down again, and when you move to follow his change of posture, your knee slips and connects to his ribs. “Ouch!” He breathes out, cutting off the kiss.

“Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.” Covering your mouth, you bring the free hand to rub his side. “Sorry, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, he grabs your arm and pulls you down, making you collide on his chest, giggling. “Sorry. I shouldn't be joking around with you now.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you try to get up, but his strong arms come around your body, keeping you from moving. “I hate you, Hargrove.” The fake sentence is soon overcome by a giggle. “I'll kick you right this time, I'm warning you.”

“Oh, I'm shaking like a leaf.”

“Don't test me, Hargrove. Keep in mind we sleep on the same bed and I know all of your habits, baby.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you manage to stand up, moving back into a sitting position. You know he actually let you go, but there's no reason to acknowledge that. Taking a deep breath, the sudden happiness is stained again, as the memories crawl back. It seems like Billy notices because his smile softens. “I love living with you, you know that, right?”

“I love waking up next to you every morning.”

You can't help the smile that comes to your lips as you bend over again, kissing his lips.

On the next day, Billy calls Anthony to ask him to give you a few days off work. Obviously, you have to urge your hothead boyfriend not to curse the manager and risk losing his job. You feel fine to go to the pool, or you think you do, but the truth is you wouldn't be paying much attention anyway. And much to your dismay, Billy gets a total of zero days off. No discussion, what makes him hang up the phone so hard you thought he broke the poor thing.

Since you don't want to be alone, and Billy would absolutely never allow you to be alone in the house when you're friend just died, he drives you to Joyce's place, where the party will gather to make plans.

Saying it's hard to be away from Billy on the day after you buried Jason is a misunderstanding. Seeing him drive away from Joyce's porch makes you feel like he's taking your heart with him. He didn't seem pleased either, but there was no other choice. You wouldn't make him miss the day, since you know Anthony is a terrible human being, just looking for the right excuse to get rid of the lifeguards.

“Honey, come inside,” Joyce calls a hand on your shoulder. “Can I get you something to eat? We had pizza last night and I have a slice in the fridge.”

“No, thank you, Joyce.” Politely, you decline her offer. “Is there any bed I can crash in?”

“Sure. Come.” Walking through Jonathan and Will, you wave at them, muttering a good morning and trying not to cry at their sad faces. They know Jason was a close friend, and, like everyone else, they don't know what to do or say. “This is Will's and Jonathan's room. Just pick a bed.” Nodding, you choose the one on the left and lie down. “Do you need to talk?”

“There's nothing to say.” Putting your head on a pillow, you stare at the ceiling. You feel comfortable around Joyce, she has this mother thing about her. “I just want this to end. Before anyone else gets... Eaten.” The word makes you shiver as it brings the image of his body back. “I wish I wasn't the one to find him. To... See him that way. I don't think I'll ever forget that.”

“Honey, I'm so sorry.” She comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “When... When they found Will's body, it hurt. I knew in my heart it wasn't him, but the very idea of losing my baby was horrible. So I have an idea of how you feel. Losing someone is a pain that doesn't go away. You'll get used to it, but it remains. All we can do is learn to deal with it and honor them by carrying their memories.”

You're crying through her speech, and you can't help but sit up and hug her, crying on her shoulder. “We have to be careful because I can't lose anyone else.” You're not sure if she can even understand what you're saying, but since she nods, you think she did.

“Don't worry, honey. We'll all be alright.” She pulls away, rubbing both your arms. “The kids will be here soon, but feel free to stay here or join us, ok? Do whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Thanks.” Offering her a small, sad smile, you watch as she leaves.

You hear when they get here, the chattering starts, and you can understand a few words here and there. They talk about you, and about Billy and about the funeral. But soon enough it falls into the major problem. And that's when you tune out, staring at the ceiling, trying not to make yourself too comfortable in someone else's bed.

The only thing you want now is Billy. You want to go back to the time where there was no Demogorgon, Demowhatever lurking around. At least to you. It's weird to know what really happened in Billy's car accident, how he was almost the host for the Mind Flayer. You're happy it didn't happen, that he's here now. You need to thank Max for that, actually. If it wasn't for her and the others, your Billy wouldn't be here. He could be dead, and you'd never meet him. He'd never shoot glances at you, or drive you home, buy you tacos or punch David's face. Or kiss you, hold you, love you. The thought of a life without Billy in it is absurd. Now, more than ever, after you lost someone so dear, you have this need to be with him. Just to make sure he's here.

Breathing out and closing your eyes, your hand comes to hold the necklace. It makes you feel closer to Billy, and there is a silent promise here, one you hold close to your heart, together with the earring.

Eyes open, you get up of the bed. You don't care if you got days off, you have to see him. Even if it's just for a hug. Leaving the bedroom, you make your way to the living room, which is crowded.

“We wait until it's late at night to make sure the Demodogs are out, sneak inside the tunnels, and spill insane amounts of gasoline all over it. Get the hell out, wait until it's morning, and set the whole thing on fire.” Dustin says, hands in the air and a smile on his face.

He's kidding, right? He can't be suggesting that as if it's the greatest idea of the world. “Are you completely insane?” You ask, making your presence known. Arms crossed, your eyes scan through the party. “You can't possibly think this is a good idea.”

“I agree with (Y/N), this is insane,” Joyce adds, her face making it clear she thinks this idea sucks. “I won't let you do that.”

“But–”

“The point is to kill them without getting ourselves killed. And every single idea you come up with has a hundred different ways to get us killed.” Steve says, both his hand on his hips as he paces around the room. “Who thinks this idea sucks raise your hand.” He's the first to do it, and Joyce, you, and Jonathan do the same.

“Count Billy in.” You say, raising the other hand as well.

“And Hopper,” Joyce states, giving you an approving stare.

“It's six against seven. We're doing it.” Dustin exclaims.

“No.” You basically shout, not caring one bit if you sound bossy. All eyes lay on you as you struggle to keep it together. “We're not doing it and that's final.”

“I–”

“I just lost a friend and I will not let you do something that might just end up in another funeral.” There are tears threatening to fall again, but you hold them back. “So come up with something else.”

The silence is deafening. You know you're breaking down again, even though the tears aren't rolling down. Yet.

“Please. There's gotta be something else.” Lowering your voice and looking down at your feet, you beg. You can't even think about someone else dying. You couldn't bear it.

“I saw this thing at school. Like a robot with remote control.” Lucas starts. “If we could build a bunch of them and attach a hose, we could guide it inside the tunnels and spread the gasoline.”

“Yeah, but there are seven holes. Which means a lot of ground we'd have to cover.” Eleven adds as you make your way to the group, sitting on the couch beside Joyce.

“Let's blow up six of them.” You burst out, crossing your legs. “A hell of a explosion that would take those things days to dig it back. Then there will be only one way in and out. Find a hell of a long hose or just connect a bunch of them and a million gallons of gas. The robots will spread it then we'll just need a match.”

“That's good. It could work.” Nancy says. “But we'll need to chip in to buy all these things.

“Hopper can get some for free I'm sure.”

“We start right now.” Mike stands up and the others follow. “Let's get started.”

The rest of the day is hectic. Lists are made, one of the kids teachers come over to help with what they called a summer project. For fun. And the materials started arriving. You don't really know what to do, so you help Joyce make lunch, keeping up with her small talk. Joyce is easy to be around, and you like to hear her stories about Will and Jonathan. You even manage to show a few smiles every now and then. After everyone is fed, you finally sit on the porch, trying to help as much as you can. The kids are genius, literally building remote control robots from random pieces and the instructions from books. It's amazing. Since you can't really be of much help in this aspect, you join Nancy, separating stuff or doing anything they tell you too.

When the sun is setting, some of them had to go home to gather their stuff. They'll crash here and take the robot construction through the night. By the moment you hear the faint noise of Billy's car, it's just Joyce's kids, Steve and Dustin. Leaving the small pieces of metal you were shaping into tiny little circles, you stand up abruptly.

“Where are you going? These circles aren't going to make themselves.” Dustin complains, raising his hands in the air.

“Billy is back.” There's no need for further explanation, so you tiptoe among the stuff, careful not to step on anything.

“It could be anyone.”

“Dustin, is there any other car in Hawkins that sounds like that?” As you speak, the noise gets louder and Billy's car comes to your sight.

“She knows her boyfriend's car.” Steve jokes as you walk to the yard, smiling when Billy stops the car and comes out.

“Miss me, princess?”

“Obviously.” It's a feeling of pure relief to see him. It feels like it's been so much longer than just some hours, but you feel that you'll have this insane need to be around him for a while. Just to enjoy the fact that you're still alive. You can't help but wonder for long the idea of death will hover over you... Probably forever.

“You ok?” He asks, his hand on your hair as you have your head on his chest.

“I will be.” Remembering the audience, you pull away, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Dustin had a terrible idea but I made him change his mind about it.”

“How did you do that?”

“I yelled.” With no intention of further explanation, you turn at the guys. “I'll be back tomorrow morning, alright? Have fun doing crazy science.” Waving at them, you get into the car.

You would like to stay at Joyce's, keep helping as much as you can, but you feel like you need silence and peace. The kid's laughter and jokes make you feel better, but you know that you also need to let the sadness creep over for a while. Keeping it hidden, disguised, makes no good. So as you dry and brush your hair, waiting for Billy to finish his shower, you cry.

For Monica, for Jason's younger siblings, his mother, his father, uncle, and aunt. For every friend he made since he was born. And for yourself too. Jason was one of the people that you imagined you'd be around for the rest of your life.

You're dragged away from your thoughts by the phone's ring. Rushing to answer it, you find it's Joyce, kindly asking if you can pick Mike up and drive him to her place, and of course, you comply.

“Billy.” You call when you hear him coming out of the bathroom. “Joyce needs us to pick up Mike. Nancy can't stop what she's doing there.”

“Sure. Let's go.”

Being out at night makes you anxious, but you try not to let it show. Eyes on the road, you bounce your leg nervously, tugging on the seat belt. Billy notices, and a hand comes to rest on your thigh.

“We'll be fine. Relax.”

“I'm trying.” Stretching your arm, you touch his neck. “I'm sorry if I can't stop thinking about Jason and what happened.”

“(Y/N), you just lost a friend. My responsibility as your boyfriend is to hold and love you through this process. Don't apologize.”

“I don't want this to be your responsibility, Billy.” When he turns his head to look at you, you run your fingers through his jaw.

He takes a deep breath, pulling over by Mike's house. You were about to get out, but since he doesn't move, neither do you. Billy looks like he's thinking, furrowed eyebrows and distant eyes. “Billy? Come back to Earth.” You decide to ask, taking off the belt and turning your body towards his.

“To have and to hold. For better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” He squints his eyes through the words, trying to remember them. It takes a while for you to understand what he means, and when you do, your heart starts drumming in your ears. “To love and cherish till death do us part.”

“Billy...”

“It means I'll stand by your side. Not because I feel like it's my responsibility, but because I love you. And I'm more than happy to take the responsibility of being your–”

“Couldn't you save that up for, I don't know, someday when I'm dressed in white?” The words come out fast, and you're blushing hard, your cheeks burning. “No. You had to do this now. Drive me insane now in your Camaro.” You roll your eyes dramatically when his lips break into a smile, that smug, cocky smile he has when he knows he got to you somehow.

“Be my wife, (Y/N).”

“No.” It's an utter absurd how hard you have to fight not to say the exact opposite. You want to just burst out the word, here and now, because you're so damn sure you want Billy for the rest of your life. “No, baby. We'll graduate, save up money and you'll make a decent proposal.” You hope he can't notice your hands shaking as you step out of the car, almost stumbling on the sidewalk. His words burn through your mind, sending shivers down your spine. “I won't say I'll marry you in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, in front of Mike's house.”

“Did I just make you nervous?” Billy's arms come to encircle your waist, his deep voice, and breath on your hair making you sigh.

“Shut up, Hargrove.” With the sweet sound of his laughter on your ear, you knock on the front door, trying to push him away before someone comes to answer. “Let go.”

“Are you using my cologne again?” As soon as he asks, you feel his nose softly rubbing your neck, what makes you giggle and try to push him away again, uselessly. “You are.”

It wasn't your intention to let him find out, but he always does. “Well, it was–”

The door is suddenly open, a yellowish light hitting your eyes as you try to stand up straighter. The woman standing there gives a step back as if she just saw a ghost. Her eyes fly from Billy and back at you, then all the way back to Billy. It hits you suddenly as you realize she's Mrs. Wheeler, the woman Billy was going to meet on the day the Mind Flayer almost got him. They haven't met or spoken since that day, and you weren't expecting her to look so... Perplexed. You try to read her expression, to understand what the look in her eyes means.

“Hello, Mrs. Wheeler.” You manage to say because Billy clearly won't even try to be polite. You feel his muscles tensing up, as he gets immediately uncomfortable under the woman's stare since she doesn't seem to even try to hide. “Sorry to disturb you. We're here for Mike.”

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seacottons · 4 years

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— uni with atz pt. two

notes: swearing, fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue. tags: @latte-fairytaekwoon

seonghwa — [ early edu. + developmental psych. ]

extremely organized in all aspects of his life

your bookshelf at home consists of books on developmental studies in children.

if he isn't in class or volunteering, he's either cuddling with you or reading.

stressed 24/7.

takes very pretty and neat notes.

randomly spits out facts throughout the day.

sometimes, you join him during his volunteer hours at various daycares and schools.

is all the children's favorite teacher.

extremely patient and soft-spoken when it comes to working with even the most difficult child.

also loves being called 'teacher hwa'.

"i don't know, if i were you, i would make the students call me king san."

"they'll probably end up bullying you," seonghwa replies back.

you don't know how he has the patience for the amount of children he has to take care of.

takes you picture-book shopping with him for his students.

finds himself singing nursery rhymes while cooking or cleaning.

has polaroids of you two stuck on the fridge.

brings lint rollers to work.

gets worked up in public if a parent seems too neglectful in any way.

"y/n!" he tugs at your elbow and points with his jaw to the right, "look! his kid is just spilled all that paint on the floor, and he didn't even bat an eyelash!?"

"don't intervene again, please."

"okay, but-"

the whining of metal and steel cut him off, and the two of you jump in fright at the sound of a shelf falling apart.

"some people really shouldn't have kids."

whines when he comes back home that the paint stain and glitter just won't come off his clothes no matter how many times he rubs the spots with warm water.

or how he has mulch stuck in his socks and shoes from taking the kids outdoors to play.

you somehow always end up finding a googly eye or specks of glitter under the couch.

sometimes brings home finger-paintings with numerous colorful hearts and two stick figures in the middle.

"today's assignment was to paint what makes you happy."

you also help him stitch up little felt and cotton dolls for the kids to keep.

often gets sick from working with children.

and passes it onto you by accident.

you know he's had a bad day when you ask him how it went, and his face scrunches up in pain.

stormed into your shared apartment one day and made a beeline to the bathroom.

forty minutes later, he comes out, towel wrapped around his hips, face and chest flushed, and explains that a child accidentally peed on him.

gets flustered when you laugh at his demise.

sometimes uses his teacher voice when scolding you or your mutual friends.

and you all end up teasing him more anyway.

"do you use that tone in bed too, hwa?" yeosang asks one day. mingi and yunho splutter out in disbelief, followed by loud laughter.

you choked on your bite of cake at the sudden remark.

"what did i ever do to deserve this slander," seonghwa grumbles whilst patting your back.

he often stays up late making lesson plans for both his classes and ones to implement at work as well.

takes full advantage of his teacher's discount at shops and restaurants.

sometimes brags about it to his friends to get under their skin.

"you have it easy. just watching kids and getting free food," san says one day in the middle of their game of jenga.

"it's not easy at all," you hear seonghwa reprimand the younger, and laughter rings out from the other four guests.

"you're learning about children! what's so hard-"

you had a hunch that seonghwa purposely tilted the wooden tower to tumble over an unsuspecting san.

"y/n! your boyfriend is trying to murder me!"

seonghwa paces in circles around your apartment whilst studying for an upcoming exam.

asks you to quiz him on certain materials.

"correct! okay, can you define the preoperational stag-"

"how many kids do you want to have in the future?"

"..what?"

"kids. how many do you want to have with me?" he presses further, eyes trained on your face rather intently.

"can't this conversation wait until you finish studying?"

"no. i'm too curious," he licks at his chapped lips and leans in to poke your forehead, "i need to know. this is important information. please."

yeosang — [ biology pre-med ]

met you through your mutual friend, wooyoung, who invited him to live in your shared dorm.

"you didn't tell me you have a dog?" yeosang turns to wooyoung, brow quirked up whilst pointing to the 'beware of dog' sign on one of the bedroom doors.

"oh, i don't. i just put that up to mess with y/n," wooyoung dismissively explained while making a sandwich.

is the reason why you and wooyoung haven't killed each other yet.

asked you out after five months of moving with you and wooyoung.

designated one of the kitchen's shelves as a medical supply closet.

"because wooyoung always ends up hurting himself without doing anything."

"i do not."

stress is his middle name.

constantly contemplates his life decisions.

"wooyoung! shut up! i can't finish my essay with you blabbering every damn second!"

you had to get used to the sight of a full sized anatomical skeleton in his room.

"okay, but i'm not letting you fuck me with that thing in here."

later that night, wooyoung's heart nearly burst in his chest from fright.

"yeosang! why the fuck is your skeleton in my room!?"

some nights, during dinner, yeosang slams his obnoxiously large textbooks onto the table, and insists for the two of you to quiet down while he skims over the pages a few times.

"can't you just enjoy your meal for five-"

"no. now hush."

not only does he have labs, presentations, and essays to worry about, but he also got accepted for a pre-med internship at a local hospital.

hardly goes out anymore during his free time.

most dates include cuddling on the couch or baking something in the kitchen.

stays up late at night to complete assignments.

towers of thick books decorate his nightstand.

"no, yeosang. i really don't want to see you dissecting a cat," you grimace, turning quickly and shielding your eyes from his phone.

"why not?" yeosang whines softly, hand tugging the hem of your shirt with a frown, "it's not that bad, i promise-"

he's cut off when wooyoung snatches the phone from him with a loud cry, "gross! y/n, you're letting him touch you after he touched that?! and fuck- what is that smell?"

"that's formaldehyde. now give me back my phone before i dissect you next."

you join him at the lab when he has extra work piled up.

"you look so cute with a white coat and goggles."

you prod and poke him repeatedly, asking him numerous questions about the specimens in the lab.

"y/n! don't touch that!"

one day, wooyoung comes home sick.

you insist on taking him to see a doctor, only for him to emit a haughty laugh at you.

"why would i waste my time and money when i have yeosang here?"

"but woo, he didn't even get into med-school yet-"

wooyoung insists he doesn't need to see a professional, "yeosang is practically our live-in doctor! why do you think i begged him to move in?"

you roll your eyes, calling for yeosang to persuade the younger male.

"alright, tell me your symptoms," your boyfriend sighs, plopping down onto the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

after wooyoung explains everything and takes his own temperature, he peers at yeosang for an answer, "well?"

"you're dying," yeosang nods simply.

wooyoung's visage pales, and he scrambles to sit up on the couch with a disturbed expression.

"what?"

yeosang is always studying.

always.

studying.

you insist for him to take a break sometimes.

"i can't. i have lab tomorrow. oh, and a paper."

"but you always say that!"

you attempt to tug him out of his seat.

"come on! just for an hour, and we'll be back. promise."

he's always reluctant at first, but finds himself agreeing later anyway.

enjoys the small dates at the nearby lake probably more than you do.

mingi — [ accounting ]

a gifted genius when it comes to numbers.

is your very own math tutor.

jokingly asks you to pay him back.

he accepts kisses and hugs. baked pastries are also a bonus.

"y/n? are you okay?" a hand waves in front of your face.

you blink at him wordlessly, mind fogged from the bombardment of information you just received, "sorry- you lost me. can you repeat the process again?"

he playfully smacks your shoulder with the ruler and stomps his bare feet onto the tiled floor, "this is the third time!"

"i'm sorry! you know how i am with math!"

he begs you to take classes with him as electives.

"sorry, baby. i love you, but there's no way i'll ever take statistics."

"okay, what about economics?"

"no."

"management? business administration!?"

"no and no."

"but y/n! it'll be fun! you'll be with me!"

always whines about how much he hates having to take 'stupid management classes' and the group projects that come along with them.

"they never take the assignments seriously!"

said group visits your apartment to work on projects with mingi.

"aren't you supposed to be working on that project?"

you watch as mingi and his friends suddenly erupt in an explosive argument about the game they were currently playing.

"yeosang! what the fuck!?"

"it's y/n's fault mingi was distracted!"

you let out an indignant squawk and glare at yeosang.

"that round didn't count."

"stop being a sore loser, san!"

"so.. i take it you didn't even start?" you grimace, peering over to the untouched books and papers on the coffee table.

"it's just management class. no big deal," san explains quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand before nudging your boyfriend with a glare, "you better not make us lose this time, or i'll kidnap y/n."

stays up late to finish other work that's due.

loves to wear big spectacles when studying.

it 'helps him focus'.

writes notes on his calculator and slides it towards you while you're both home studying.

'n-3^07-!'

"mingi, what is that?"

"read it upside down, you bum."

has a coffee mug with 'i love π' in big, bold, red letters.

refuses to throw it away even though the rim is chipped.

always bugs you about how you should have a budget plan.

insists on teaching you how to make spreadsheets on excel.

"i can't do this, mingi. too much numbers give me a headache."

"do you want my lucky glasses?"

rambles on about things related to his field, and you can only nod in confusion every time.

"how does your brain keep up with all of this?"

"easy. just be one with the numbers."

"that was a bad pun.."

"you're supposed to laugh!"

mingi was that typical student who complained about studying, but is always the one acing everything with the highest score.

"i should just quit university and become a stripper."

"you say that every exam week, and yet, you always pass with the highest grades," you mumble from the other side of the couch, absentmindedly highlighting a few sentences in your book.

"yeah, but studying is a pain in the ass," he exhaled with a loud groan, head thrown back against the back of the couch, "why me, y/n?"

you roll your eyes while reaching over to pat the side of his face in comfort.

"everything will work out just fine."

later that week, he joyfully bounces into your apartment with a large grin plastered on his face, "guess what?"

you snort in amusement.

"let me take a wild guess. you aced your exam."

"and guess who has the highest score?" he tugged you forward by your cheeks with a bright grin.

"yeosang?" the cheery expression on his features suddenly vanished, causing you to laugh, "i'm kidding."

likes to study while attached to your side, wearing comfortable pajamas and warm socks.

sulks whenever his stock investments drop further than he expects.

and is always in a good mood whenever the prices spike back up.

always has a horrible math pun up his sleeve.

sends you accounting memes and becomes a gloomy mess when you don't laugh or understand the joke.

"what if i propose to you with a math problem? and we have pie instead of cake?"

"please don't bring math into our love life."

yunho — [ broadcasting journalism ]

roommates with you, hongjoong, and jongho.

is called 'newspaper boy' by hongjoong.

is well-known around campus for being one of the student journalists for the university's newspaper.

you have the very first published paper, with his full name printed on the front, framed in the hallway of your dorm.

has the prettiest hands.

and longest fingers you've ever seen.

can put them to good use.

especially when typing out essays. they're practically blurred from how swift he is.

likes to ramble about current international events to jongho early in the morning. the latter pretends to understand, giving the other false hope.

jongho always sends you a pleading look to save you from your lover.

always carries a notebook.

article deadlines = stressed yunho.

complains that his friends are 'uncultured'.

helps you with your essays.

if he has enough time, he'll actually re-write it for you.

"was it really that bad?"

"it's okay, baby. you're good at other things."

"how come you don't re-write my papers?" jongho huffs from across the living room.

"you're not y/n."

interviews you and your other roommates for his projects.

you smile from behind him as he zooms in obnoxiously close to hongjoong's disgruntled expression.

"he zoomed in on my nose again, didn't he?" the blue haired male asks you.

"sorry, but that tomato sauce stain is really distracting me."

hongjoong nearly drops his fork.

"what stain!?" he furiously rubs his face with the back of his hand, "see! i told you that you always interview us at the most inconvenient time!"

is constantly writing.

can be very unorganized.

"who took my ap stylebook!?"

"can you stop shouting? it's 6 a.m., yunho!" hongjoong growls from his bedroom.

mingi and seonghwa often visit your dorm because they're usually partnered with yunho for an assignment.

it somehow always winds up with mingi and yunho fooling around, whilst seonghwa struggles to persuade them to help him with the work.

sometimes, you tag along to help film his public social experiment projects.

is a social-bug, so people are instantly drawn to him.

likes to cuddle with you while watching the films for his assignments.

you think most of them are pretty boring, but being in his lap and tucked against his chest makes up for it.

you like to add glittery stickers onto his video camera and tripod.

is very much infatuated with you, so he doesn't mind one bit.

applied for a paid broadcasting radio station/tv internship over the summer and was quickly accepted.

asks you to help him style his hair for his first day at work.

"but it's just a radio station. no one's going to see you?" jongho questions with a perplexed expression.

"i still need to look presentable!"

and later that day you quickly hush the two males beside you once the clock strikes 2 p.m.

"quiet! yunho should be on any second now!"

"i was just breathing?" hongjoong whispers weakly.

over dinner, jongho often mimics yunho's reporting voice.

"y/n, do i really sound like that?" yunho pouts as you and hongjoong burst into fits of laughter.

"aw, don't be sad. i love your reporter voice, baby."

will wake everyone up early the next morning by yelling at the top of his lungs with his reporter voice just to get back at you three for laughing at him.

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nessamaurice · 4 years

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Simple Ch. 1 (Loki x F!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: n/a

Words: 1984

"We need someone totally random." Tony broke the silence in the room. Every gaze was on him now. "Not someone with any special training, crazy gifts or hyper specialized knowledge."

"Why?" Steve simply asked.

"Your brother", Tony said turning to Thor and pointing at him, "has an enormous ego. If he has to stay here, we got to get him... let's say humbled. He will stay here in the compound. He is even willing to cooperate, so I guess we won't need shackles. At least not all the time. We just need someone reliable staying in the same room with him. Like, a babysitter. Someone simple, responsible from the neighbourhood who you would trust to look after your children because you know she'll just tuck them into bed asap and spend a nice evening watching Netflix or reading books while eating chips."

"You think it should be a woman?" Natasha mentioned.

"Did I say she? Ah yes, I did. Probably because when I think of next-door-babysitters I automatically think of girls. Women. Sorry." Tony immediately corrected himself as he noticed the raised eyebrow of Natasha.

"Couldn't it be that he would try to... I don't know... something like to trick a woman to do what he wants? Is he... um..." Bruce struggled to speak his mind.

"You mean like a seducer to women?" Thor assumed, followed by an amused little laugh. "No do not worry about that matter. I have known him my whole life and playing such games with women was never in his interest, even if it would have been useful to his plans. And I would say a woman would be best, he mostly behaves more controlled and civilized towards women in charge than to men."

"Alrighty then!" Tony clapped his hands to end this meeting that almost seemed like it would never end. With everybody feeling relieved to have come to a solution, the tension in the room ebbed away.

"Barton", Tony addressed to the agent in the corner of the room, "We need someone trustworthy. A woman. Someone staying away from drama. A at least somehow balanced one. And she will have to move to the compound for quite a while, so sort out every woman having responsibilities at home or such. The best would be someone who already works for me, check all our employees first, maybe we are lucky."

Clint simply nodded and left the room, but not without grabbing a big mug of coffee on the leave. Everyone headed to the door, but Thor caught Tony by grabbing his arm and stopping him. He waited a second until all the other Avengers were gone.

"Thank you, Stark. It is very generous and honorable of you and of Midgard to offer my errant brother a second chance after all what he did to your realm. There is clearly good in him. Buried under mischief and lies but somewhere it is. Maybe a simple person is all he needs to learn that 'simple' is nothing bad. It is hard for him to deal with his banishment from his home but it was his own choice and he preferred this over the dungeons of our palace. It took him quite a while to make this decision."

"Yeah. It's okay. No one likes to have a pissed-off brother being kept in the basement." Tony said, patting Thor on the shoulder while leaving the room.

***

With one hand you fumbled for your alarm clock to put in on snooze while hiding under the blanket. Sleep drunk you tried to get your brain working as a little wave of panic shot through you. Turning over to your clock you silently cursed into your pillow and pushed yourself up. You already wanted to get up 10 minutes ago but pressed snooze once too often. Again. You speeded up your morning routine a little to catch the lost minutes you sacrificed to Morpheus.

"This day's gonna be crap." You mumbled to yourself while entering the compound and shuffling over to the reception.

"Sweets, turn your bitch face off, you're at work."

The voice of your coworker Jackie (but you'd rather address her as your best friend than coworker) ripped you out of your thoughts.

"Hey Babe. Sorry." You gave her your poorest apology smile.

"Pressed snooze too often again, huh?" She tried to hold back a broad smile while you walked around the giant reception desk, heavy eye-rolling.

"Shut up. Tea's ready?"

"Do we know us since yesterday?" She pouty answered, handing you your favorite mug. You snatched it almost too energetically from her hand, inhaling the steam rising from it and closing your eyes.

"Aw, yeah. Much better." You put it on the desk and went to the back to hang your coat. Walking by you caught your own glance in the mirror, stopped and returned to it to check your appearance. You fixed some loose strands of hair and spotted your septum piercing. Cursing at yourself that you forgot to take it out once again you turned it up into your nose to hide it. If you'd take it out right now you would just lose it, like the other 4 piercings before. Pulling on the collar of your shirt and fiddling on your chocker necklace you quickly checked yourself over again and stepped outside to the reception desk. You were so lucky that you and your colleagues came to the glorious arrangement that you were in charge of the visit-reservation-referring-emails and wouldn't have to answer phone calls. Every time you heard the melodic ringing it sent a little jolt through your guts but were relieved the same moment, knowing that it was not your task to answer it. You never knew why phone calls put you in such a state but you didn't really bother to find out. You went to sit down on your office chair, totally focused on your steaming mug that stood there longing for your cold hands to get warmed up by its heat but stopped mid-motion and turned your head to the left. Your eyes wandered the spacious entrance hall. Since there were still 10 minutes before the Avengers compound opened up to visitors, press and business the only light was the natural dim dawn falling in through the huge window front. You almost jumped a little as the lighting was turned on, as always on time.

"Everything alright, Sweet Pea?" Your friend appeared from behind you, making you jump a little again.

"What? Oh yeah. Sorry. I thought there was something. Getting a little paranoid after a week of holiday at home." You laughed at her. As you finally sat down you couldn't resist to look over your shoulder again and search the enormous hall. It wasn't helpful that you had that feeling of being watched since almost 3 weeks now. At first you didn't take it very serious. Your workplace was permanently full of people and CCTV. But the feeling deep down in your stomach grew bigger each day. In the end you were so happy to eventually have a week all on your own. You spent it most of the time at home, doing all the things you wanted to do for a long time. You took some art classes in portraying persons, read 2 books, listened to music constantly, ordered too much stuff from Amazon because you had so much time browsing stuff you didn't need, even could get yourself to take some walks in the nearby park and enjoy the autumn colours. But, much to your dismay, that feeling of being followed by something or someone didn't cease. You spoke to your therapist at your monthly meeting about this last week. She said not to take it too serious but that you'll come back to that point next month.

You softly shook your head to get rid of the thoughts and put your bag on the floor beneath your desk with a loud thud. Jackie turned her head and looked at you, then at your bag.

"What the hell is in there? Thor's hammer?"

You tried to bat her hand away as she grabbed your bag and opened it. Her gaze rose in played shock to meet your eyes. She pulled a giant book out of it without interrupting her steady look at you. You couldn't help but blush, roll your eyes and laugh.

"Oh. My. God. Didn't they have a bigger book than this? Why are you dragging this monster with you to work?" She looked at the title and stuttered a little while reading it out loud, a little too loud since your other colleagues turned their heads, poorly hiding their smiles.

"Antiquitates Iudaicae" She looked at you again, one brow raised. "Seriously?"

You couldn't hold back your snort at that look on her face. Hectically you nabbed your stuff from her hands. "Shut up bitch, that's for my lunch break."

Unfortunately that explanation didn't help much to stop her amusement because now she helplessly had to cover her mouth while she laughed into her hands.

"Damn girl, you crazy."

"I know. You love that."

"Of course I do. Borrow me that book when you're through. And if I lost my sight by that time, you can read it to me when your granny glasses will be strong enough."

Smiling you turned to your computer and turned it on. It was about time, your small interruption cost you precious minutes to start your working routine before the doors opened to all the amazed visitors, screaming school groups and snoopy press people.

While waiting for your computer to come to live (which took quite longer than you'd expect when working for a technology genius), Jackie slapped your shoulder.

"Oh I totally forgot to fill you in on the latest gossip. When you were on holiday, a cute guy from accounting sat down next to me during lunch and asked where you are."

"Whaaaat? You're kidding."

"Nah-ah! He said he wanted to say hi to you after he saw you several times in the cafeteria and thought you would show up just a little later. He feared you may have just chucked your job after two more days without seeing you. I tell you, he has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. If I were unwed, I'd totally be jealous. I promised not to tell you. Ha ha. As if I would not tell you."

"Aw come on. Now I will never be able to relax during lunch time again." You batted her arm with the back of your hand.

"Oh Sweets, you're much too old to be nervous around men."

"Uhm, you know who you talking to, right?"

Her only answer was just a vicious smile as she turned to the already ringing phone.

The morning went on as usual. Tons of emails, greeting visitors and groups, handing forms over the counter, smiling, tea drinking.

Your stomach began to rumble just as your break was due. You checked yourself in the mirror again, this time a bit more precisely. As usual, you weren't too pleased with what you saw. Catching that thought, you very silently said to yourself "But I love myself anyway" just as your therapist taught you. You hoped that one day you'd eventually believe your own words, but somehow they helped you relax a bit, though. You stretched your back, grabbed your stuff and headed to the cafeteria. As you saw its entrance, you felt blood rushing to your cheeks and cursed yourself for blushing so easily. But before you could step through the door, someone stopped you by softly grabbing your arm.

You turned around to say something but no sound left your open mouth as you looked up into the face of Clint Barton.

"Miss Y/N, I'm sorry to stop you from getting your lunch, but Mr. Stark would like to speak to you."

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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So, me and my sister have been told several times (Mostly by strangers) that we are very similar physicaly (We are, only 'Enough' to tell we are Related) but sometimes I am just WTH: She's my sister, I. Know. It, don't you have eyes to tell who's who??? Anyway, can I ask for BucciG/DIU (I can't decide:3) if they found out S/o has a twin but gets mistaken by S/o and vice versa? Even joking 'guess who's who'🤣 :3 (Lov yu, thank yu!)

Hiiiii! :3 Pppfff, I loved this request :,D Ok so! I chose to go with DIU crew, I hope it’s fine! Here we go, I hope you’ll like it :3

Beautiful duwang find out that their s/o has a twin who gets mistaken for their sibling and vice versa

(Under the cut for length!)

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke, frankly, can’t understand how and why his s/o is continuously mistaken for their twin. C’mon, they’re so unique, how can someone not recognize them?! This until he actually met their twin, and… well, he has to acknowledge they’re really, really similar. Almost identical! He hopes to be able to tell who’s who by their voices, but luck seems not to be by his side; their voices too are really similar!

He’d find it fun, t first, sometimes he’d joke with them, sometimes he’d laugh when he has been played. It’s a prank, all in all, why should he get mad at it? He comes to grow fond of his s/o’s twin too and they even help him if he wants to organize a surprise for them or to buy them a present; all in all, no one knows them better than their twin! It’s like acquiring a sibling and partner in crime: their crime is doing everything to make G/N happy!

It’s all fine, however, until it’s a joke. If he finds out that someone is seriously -and stupidly- mocking them for real, to the point to make them feel uncomfortable, Josuke’s gonna rampage. It’s even worse than when someone insults his hair! No one can dare to make his precious s/o and their twin feel uncomfortable for… for what? For existing? He finds it so absurd that he doesn’t even lose time trying to talk with the asshole; he just calls out Crazy Diamond to beat the shit out of them and then to fix them. As he likes, of course.

In time, however, Josuke comes to perfectly tell who’s who without batting an eyelash. They’re twins, yes, they’re physically identical, but their behaviour is different, even if they try to act in a similar way, in order to prank him, and now he can recognize it! He always laughs to the point of tears when he sees their identical pouts, when they’ve been unmasked. It’s so funny!

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu always thought he would have been able to recognize them even among a thousand faces. They’re his s/o, he knows them as he knows himself, how could he not recognize them? When, however, they arrived with their identical twin, he had problems to tell who was who, if he was, maybe, hallucinating, or if it was the work of an enemy stand. he was baffled! he just relaxed when his s/o explained him the whole thing; it was all fine, so!

He’s really nervous to mistake one for the other. He never had to deal with twins, so he doesn’t know if jokes are fine or if even a mistake could offend them! The last thing he wants is to upset his s/o. He needs a bit of time to relax about it and to finally loosen up around them. He starts even to joke, but just when they start it, as he doesn’t want, again, to upset them. His s/o is too important to him!

And, as such, if he hears someone saying bad words at them because they’re twins, or joking too much and too long, to the point to make them upset, Okuyasu will step in, in their defence. He can’t relate on his stand, for those mundane things, as he risks to kill the other, but this is not a problem; Okuyasu learned to defend himself even without his The Hand. He’s pretty good in fist fightings, and whoever has something to say about his s/o and their twin has to first face him!

He always loses it when they’re pranking him with the “guess who’s who” game. He panics and gets confused, ending up giving the wrong answer and, because of this, he grows upset. How can he not recognize his s/o?! What kind of boyfriend is he?! It’s to his s/o, so, to hug him and tell him it’s fine, that they’re not upset because he hasn’t recognized them. Sometimes their parents too still mix them! This usually helps Okuyasu to find again the smile his s/o loves so much!

Koichi Hirose

Koichi considers himself a pretty good observer, so he never really thought he could mistake someone else for his s/o. This conviction crumbled down when he mistakenly greeted his s/o’s twin as his s/o; he was so embarrassed when, laughing, they said they were the twin and not his s/o! How could he make a mistake like this? He wants to exercise, in order not to make it again and to refine his observation ability!

The twins happily agree to be his “guinea pigs”, as they love to joke and prank people. They often startles him with “surprise quizzes” jumping in front of him and asking him to guess who’s who and he has to answer in few seconds, using the details he has observed previously. In time, Koichi becomes more and more able to guess one from the other! He likes it: other than a useful exercise, it’s also a way to know more about his s/o!

It’s all fun and games, however, until someone takes it too seriously and too far, making his s/o and their twin seriously upset with their words. Koichi, once, was a timid boy, but now, after all he endured and his stand’s full awakening, he’s a more firm boy who’s not scared to speak up! And he does so with the asshole(s)m trying, first, to make them apologize or at least to go away with words and, then, if it doesn’t work, he uses Echoes to make them understand to go to fuck around somewhere else. He doesn’t like to use violence, but he’d do everything to protect them!

He grows fond of their twin too. They know his s/o like their hands and they actually helped him a lot to come to know them better, so he’d never be thankful enough for this opportunity. By now, they’re part of the family! And, by now, he doesn’t fall anymore in their pranks; he knows them both too well to mistake one for the other! They always loudly complain, saying it’s not funny, making Koichi laugh in amusement and pride. They have no secrets for him!

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan, as mangaka and, especially, observer, is always searching for new challenges. A particularly complicate landscape to draw, some peculiar expressions, new art mediums… twins. He never had to deal with twins, especially identical twins, but he had always been fascinated by them. He wants to study how they behave, how they can be identical but so unique at the same time… it’s so fascinating!

If they think to easily prank him with the “guess who” game, they’re completely wrong. Rohan is not just an observer, he’s a sharp observer; catching details and what no one seems to see is his job, it’s what makes him the successful and talented artist he is. When they try it, he firstly fake to fall for it, then, when they’re already tasting their victory, he strikes, pointing at his s/o without hesitation. He just smirks at their pouty remarks; like they can fool Rohan Kishibe!

As much as he loves to tease, he doesn’t accept when someone who’s not him tease his s/o and their twin. How dare they?! He’s not going to just stay behind without doing anything, oh no; it’s not in his character. He’d step in, brashly keeping them far from his s/o and their twin and, if the other seems about to fight, Rohan would just call Heaven’s Door out and scribble some good commands on them, before letting them go. It’s sure that, from that day on, that asshole would come closer to Rohan’s s/o and their twin never again.

Rohan would often ask them to pose for him with the same expression or pose. He’s having the time of his life in sketching them and in identifying the small details that makes them different! They too, after his drawing sessions, are fascinated when he tells them what’s different between them: one arches a little more their eyebrow, the other quirks a little their lip… Rohan notices everything. His s/o’s uniqueness is what made him fell in love with them, all in all!

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro never cared about asking them every detail of their life; he trusts them to say him what they think it’s important, all in all. He’s usually more interest to know everything about people he doesn’t trust, as you never know enough your enemy, but his s/o is among the really few people he wholeheartedly trusts; when they say him they had a twin, he’s sincerely curious, even if he doesn’t show it. Twins… an interesting phenomenon. He’d like to know them.

It doesn’t seem so, as Jotaro always seems to be busy doing something else, but he’s always observing his s/o, when they’re around, as doing so makes him feel at ease. Doing so, he learned a lot of things about them, mostly little habits and quirks that makes him feel at home. So, if they try to playfully play with him taking advantage of their being twins, they have to get used not to win: Jotaro would recognize his s/o among a thousand of twins!

God forgive who even dares to think to joke on them and their twin for long to the point to make them feel uncomfortable. Jotaro doesn’t even need to say anything; his presence alone is more than enough to scare anyone away. Wel, anyone who has brain; if the asshole still insist in being “fun” while making Jotaro’s s/o and their twin uncomfortable, then, he’d use his physical strength to make them understand that it’s really time to go to fuck around somewhere else. He’s not a man of many words, but his actions are unmistakable.

If they’re not loud and don’t bother him while he’s studying, he may grow fond of his s/o’s twin. One thing he really likes is to listen to family anecdotes told by his s/o’s twin; it’s soft, it’s… nice to know such everyday things about his s/o and how they were when they were kids. And who could know them better than their twin? All in all, he’s happy to see how close they are, so much that he even doesn’t grow annoyed when if they still try to play him. They’re still not tired to lose, it seems!

#jjba #diamond is unbreakable #beautiful duwang #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #koichi hirose #rohan kishibe #jotaro kujo #neutral s/o #s/o who has a sibling #headcanons #sfw #myargentavislove11

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prorevenge · 6 years

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You want to play dirty to win an election, We can play dirty too.

warning: very long story.

English is my second language so I ask for your forgiveness in advance for any grammatical errors. I'll state right off the bat that I don't think I was on the right side of this one, morally speaking, although I think we pulled it off quite well. It was satisfactory revenge at least. This happened several years ago, when Facebook was still a new fad populated with young people :)

For a little context, I live in a small community with a permanent residential population of about 2000 people. Of these, about a half are of legal voting age. However, in the same jurisdiction, there is a university. The university was built about two years before the election in this story. By the time the election came around, the uni had a population of about 6000 students, all of voting age.

More background: I've lived in this tiny community all my life. My parents built a house here and when they passed on, they left it to myself, my sister, and brother. The latter two moved on but I stayed, letting out the extra rooms for some additional income. Point is, I love this place, and I don't like to see it changing. For the past twenty years, the same lady, Mary (who also happens to be my godmother), has been our elected representative and she has kept our community safe, well serviced, and well planned - in fact, better than the majority of other representatives in our country.

Now, the beef started when the university was built. More people meant more services were needed and thus more people moved into the community. Over time, as the population increased, two groups of people could be seen. There was the old guard - people with property and money, older, and less tolerant of change - and their followers. Then there was the transient group of people. They moved in when the uni was in session, ran their businesses, and left when the school closed over the summer. This group included the students themselves. This group wanted more. Specifically, more say in how the community was run. Now, like I said, we of the old guard didn't like change, and we didn't want people who would leave in a couple of years changing how we permanent residents lived in our community.

That was the bone of contention, and the only way they saw to solve it was to elect one of their own. A youngster who would see things their way. Even before the university, the old guard, of which I was a part, had a slight majority which we had used in the past to keep control of the representative seat. We didn't count the students since they weren't present during elections. The university had put out a press release saying that they would give the staff and students a two-week break to go back home, vote, and come back. It was par for the course with all other universities.

So the election season rolled around. Most eyes were focused on electing the president and other high-profile positions. But in our quiet little corner, we were setting up for a titanic battle.

I am in no way qualified to run a campaign. However, being one of the youngest of the old guard, I was given two tasks. One was to get in touch with my fellow youths and bring them over to our side. The other was to handle the social media aspect of the elections. Social media was still a new concept in our country, but it seemed like a viable avenue of communication.

Now, the candidate who had emerged to compete with Mary was Brian. And he was a douche. His campaign was equal parts balling, bribing, lying and violence. Mary had ran against him before and won. When campaigns kicked off, both sides had a sit down to nail down the do's and don'ts. Using the students as a voting bloc was out. Even Brian agreed (but we came to realize later that he was lying through his teeth).

Anyway, Brian came at us hard and dirty. During the three month campaign period, that guy travelled all over the community in a fleet of fancy cars: Land Cruisers, Range Rovers, Benzes and such: Balling.

His campaign rallies were often just stops for him to dish out money to the financially disadvantaged: Bribing.

When we decided to hold rallies of our own, his thugs would come in to disrupt them: Violence.

We hated that guy but he was winning people over. Not many, but enough to gain a majority.

You know those signs that say "No Posters Allowed" or "Bill Posters will be prosecuted"? Brian printed a bunch of our posters and pasted them all over these areas. So on top of running a losing campaign, we had to deal with calls from irate citizens demanding we remove our posters or they would sue us. He trash talked Mary from the window to the wall. He rolled up with political heavy hitters in tow, all campaigning for him. I really did think he would win this one.

But then Brian made a mistake. If I were a proper campaign manager, I probably would have seen it sooner, but there we were. Hindsight, huh. Anyways, I noticed that Brian held a lot of his rallies in the university. And the Dean was often seen at his campaign rallies. In fact, what got me onto this trail was when the uni put out a second press release that students and staff would only have a two day break instead of two weeks. Now, the original two weeks gave students enough time to party and to vote, right? But now with only two days, they could do only one of those things, and with the apathy that many of them have towards politics, you can guess what they chose. Right in one, reader! They chose to stay.

That seemed hella suspicious to me. So I reached out to a few friends who had been volunteers during the voter registration drives and asked her how many people he thought registered. They confirmed my suspicions. A lot more people had registered that year than before. How many? at least 5,000. That meant that about four thousand students were eligible to vote in our community and normally, that number is usually less than 200. and since we didn't have anything to do with it, it was fair to assume that it was Brian's doing. He wanted a landslide and he had roped in the students to get it. He had planned this thing even before we had started thinking of campaigns, seeing as the registration process was carried out about eight months prior to the commencement of the campaigns. Now that was foresight.

Now, that may sound like a death knell, and it was, but not for us. See, the construction of the university and the increase in their finances from the government attracted significant levels of corruption, all kept under wraps, of course. Similarly, the existing student population was suffering the school's growing pains - not having enough available rooms, not enough seats to handle the student population, more expensive meals, disappearing grades when systems are overwhelmed, and other such shit.

I knew our response had to target the school somehow and get it closed, and so I dusted off my old trolling accounts on Facebook (everyone has those, right?). We basically pulled a Russia on Brian and his campaign and it was beautiful. Like, Oh, my God, you have no idea of the power of memes. We spread stories in the various university student groups on Facebook. We called into doubt where the school's funds were being spent. I didn't give a runny shit what was true or not. The dean's brother is developing real-estate? Did the dean finance it with the school's money? Student's grades are disappearing? Are ethnic minorities being targeted and held back in school so they can pay more? Brian posts a photo of a beautiful woman? Is the dean offering Brian female students for sex orgies? (I shit you not, I embraced the filthy side of politics like a long-lost lover). Students living outside the school get robbed? Is Brian behind the systemic intimidation of students who won't vote for him? Will Brian and his thugs run our community with an iron fist if he is elected? A new club opening near the school? Is the dean funding Brian's businesses using money for the school? We did everything possible to connect Brian and the Dean to corruption and violence and bribery online. Our messages reached the intended readers; the students, and through our Facebook posts, they got to see all this "news". And it riled them up something fierce.

Outside the university, we needed to reclaim the majority that we had lost. We didn't just take a leaf out of Brian's book, we took the whole goddamn book and wrote a sequel. First of all the Poster Wars intensified. The entire neighborhood was covered in posters. We even stopped putting up our own posters since we knew Brian would do that for us.

Secondly, and this was my brainchild, we would have cars fitted with loud speakers driving around the community at two in the morning shouting out Brian's campaign slogans at full blast. Annoying as hell, but when the cops were called, all we had to do was park on the side of the road, turn off the car and duck down. After a week, people were entirely pissed off. Brian, in his characteristic fashion retaliated with even more cars shouting out our message, but who would believe that the sweet lady Mary would do that? Brian is just mad because his campaign tactic didn't work and he's trying to pass off the blame (Said our Facebook posts).

We were not done with the University. The school absolutely had to shut down. So we reached out to the defeated aspirants of the university's student body. This part was Mary's idea and I think it was the tipping point. I was present at the meeting and the basic agreement was that if they helped us with the push to drag Brian through the mud along with the dean and the existing student body representatives, we would in turn help them get the current reps kicked out and support them in the university's next student body elections.

We did not tell them what to do (wink wink), but they went ahead and did it anyway. Building all that tension from outside the school through Facebook and inside the school through the loser contestants came to a boiling point. Six days before the election, the students marched to protest the "corruption" our team had "exposed". The protest quickly turned into a riot. windows were broken, small fires were started, riot police were called in. The following day, the university was shut down indefinitely. All staff and students were sent back home. And of course, we were there to ask; Did Brian and the Dean instigate a riot to stifle the votes of ethnic minorities? Did Brian's thugs burn down the school? Did the Dean instigate the riot to burn incriminating evidence?

The riot was not as large as many that have occured in other institutions, but to us, it was the final nail in Brian's coffin. Brian got less that one hundred votes since he made no effort to ingratiate himself with the permanent residents. He counted on the students (4000 votes against our 1000) and he lost. Needless to say, Mary was voted in as our representative, and again and again until she retired. Brian never tried again, and we have maintained control of our community ever since.

Clarify an issue. I wasn't the best teenager. I was a bit of a troll. Also, Having seen our community change in the past several years - despite our efforts - I concluded that I was in the wrong for trying to hold back change. But I still maintain that Brian's kind of change wouldn't have been good for our community.

(source) (story by JimmyChinosKnowsNose)

#prorevenge #by JimmyChinosKnowsNose #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #revenge story

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aqua-eros · 5 years

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MONSTA X astro notes: Lee Jooheon 🐝

Ladies, gents and non-binary friends, I welcome you once again on this beautiful day to take your time and appreciate the wonderful person that is the main rapper, composer and absolute cutie of Monsta X. Let's see what kind of stars guide the path of Lee Jooheon!

Sun in Libra

Looking at all personal placements as a whole, that will be discussed further on, I can say that his Libra energy is a lot more present and action-based (as it should be), especially as it's backed up by his strong mars. In a way, neither his mars nor other planets push away or cast shadows on his sun, aka ego, personality and individuality, but embrace the sun even more, let it shine and be known.

The core self of Jooheon is represented by the cardinal air sign of Libra, and as the combination suggests, it reflects the need for fairness, equality, objectivity and justice onto the man as well. As a result, such matters of law can be rather important to him, knowingly or not. Of course, fairness or lack of it is a trigger for many people and signs, but it comes from a very personal place for Libras.

this may result in him being secretly/openly petty for certain reasons, most likely associated with justice or lack of it. if someone isn't being honest or fair with him, that's not something he'll easily forget. forgive? probably. forget? no, sir

would not tolerate lack of manners, impoliteness, unreasonable rudeness towards him or other people. such behavior is simply illogical to him when not backed up by rational motives

fashion sense? on point🛍

I bet it stings his ego every time someone tries to scare him lmao, for he is a known scaredy cat

may be somewhat quick to judge a book by it's cover, even if he's keeping it to himself. but being so observant and good at understanding people, he can't help it, he will instantly know (or not) who he's dealing with

charming💎

knows how to appeal to others, how to attract and make them fall for whatever his motives or plans are. knows how to work with people and how to work them, so to speak. this can be both good and bad, but also just a way of survival

harmony is often the main goal of libra placements, therefore a lack of it throws them off, as well as their balance. it's an eye for an eye, yin and yang, and if that isn't the reality of things... well, there's no telling what could happen. keep in mind that we're talking about an air sign, and half of the time air-influenced individuals don't really know what to expect of themselves

Speaking of air, Libra placements are known to possess certain duality to their personality, for it may be hard to grasp who they really are on a regular basis. Sure, they have their own beliefs and ideals, yet they are fantastic at adapting themselves to other people, situations and environments. Some, usually wrongly, accuse such behavior of being shallow, indecisive, fake, yet it is Libra placements that know exactly how to act and what to say in order to get what they want. They take action to achieve their goals, and they have all the charm, social skills and creativity to win over anyone's heart. After all, it's hard to resist a venusian sign like that🌹 He lives up to his nickname, Joo-honey, for he is too sweet to ignore.

i'm sure every fan knows how much duality is present in Jooheon, for he can change character in a matter of seconds and not even bat an eye. from rebel to sweetheart, from sinner to the most innocent, you name it, he can do it all and leave you stunned each and every time

Libra Moon

More Libra energy!🌙 Having this air sign in the moon, a planet of emotions, feelings, instincts and comfort, provides for quite the peaceful, patient, cooperative and socially-oriented individual.

While there is definitely a rebel living inside of Jooheon, he is able to tone that fire down at least for a moment and display great skills of diplomacy, open-mindness and communication, for it is in his nature to get closer to people, form various relationships and bonds, explore them from every corner. He has great understanding of human nature, therefore enjoys finding out as much information as possible about the people he interacts with, relate to it, filter it in order to connect to a person as much as he can. This can grow into a natural gift of negotiation, observation, wider perception of the world and a fair, level-headed mind. Libra moons are good at listening and providing objective points of view in a situation that seems too emotionally heavy or subjective.

The paradox, often founded with Libra moon individuals, is their wish to avoid conflict and keep an emotionally balanced environment and relationships with people, yet somehow, they keep attracting that same conflict, arguments and misunderstandings into their lives unintentionally. It is possible that during these instances, Libras tend to mask their feelings too much and reflect on what others want from them too often, which is, sooner or later, perceived as something fake. Libras might even lose themselves in the process of dealing with others, seeing as no one appreciates their attempts in relating to others, keeping things surface-leveled and comfortable.

Such occurences take a huge toll on their mental and emotional stability, challenging them in ways they do not appreciate. At the same time, it is oftentimes relationships with other people that hold the many life lessons that Libra moons need to learn and accept throughout life. Such instances are even harder when lunar Libras keep ignoring their own feelings and needs for other people, bending down to please or being too accepting and understanding. Sooner or later, the glass becomes full and can break any moment. When that happens, the sharp pieces of glass will cut through anything in their way, as they shatter all around the place. Just like that, Jooheon may have his moments of sudden and intense emotions that hit him like a train, piercing his heart with unpleasant memories, experiences, silenced words and unhealed wounds. And usually, others get really taken aback from such uncalled behavior from someone who seeks peace, meaning that the bad Libra qualities can show themselves, such as detachment, coldness, shallowness, verbal attacks, along with all of the truth a Libra has observed and can't wait to expose about you. This is a cardinal air sign, and as much as they are kind and considerate, they see and know things you don't want to hear. Ever.

For Jooheon, it's important to be honest with himself, his emotions, experiences and naturally, other people. In order to keep the water balanced and even in the glass, he must steady the waves and stabilize the many quakes within him before the water can become calm again.

Scorpio Mercury

In addition to his already very perceptive sun and moon, his mercury provides an incredibly intelligent mind and sharp eye for understanding others' actions, words and motives. In fact, he craves receiving as much information as possible, especially the one that is hidden, secret and full of mysteries. You can barely hide anything from him, for he sees it all, in ways that you may not even suspect.

always thinks of what things he should/should not reveal about himself, therefore you probably won't get a lot from him unless he actually wants to open up. it's a very big step for Scorpio mercury people to open up about their genuine thoughts and feelings, so by doing that they might be overcoming themselves, in a way, showing that they are willing to trust you with their soul

no wonder Jooheon's rapping style and lyrics hit you like bullets. He has a clever mind, plenty observational skills and a wish to speak up about things that are not okay or not discussed enough. And when he pulls you into his spell, he shoots sharply and quickly, leaving the darkest stains behind

thus, on a certain level, his rapping can feel provocative. like an attack. a callout. a statement

has an opinion. a lot of opinions, actually, but will reveal the truth only in the right time and place

mischevious and playful, but his ways are not light-hearted. his interaction with others can seem confrontational

sarcastic💣

as much as he is an enigma, he also yearns for deep connections, therefore you might even catch him wishing to open up more often than wanting to hide

Venus in Scorpio

oof🌌

add his venusian loveliness and charm to his marsian/plutonian magnetism and strength and you have one powerful individual

the definition of alluring. doesn't matter if you want it or not, you're already caught in his web and you probably like it, even if it's a bit uncomfortable🕸

Jooheon is most likely private about his personal life or anything, really, which only sparks more interest in people

intriguing. you don't know what to expect from him next but you like the suspense, the mystery, the unknown

every venus sign is attractive in their own way, and Scorpio venus is attractive because of their confidence and intensity. first inpressions are strong and unforgettable with this placement

that intensity stems from the all or nothing attitude towards life, and it's taken very seriously

another thing is Scorpio's natural caution and sensitive instincts. they take their time to adjust themselves to new environments, as well as getting to know people. their defensiveness and sensitivity are spreaded deep withing them like roots, and they'll be damned if they ever show vulnerability. if they do though, it means they trust you with everything they have

which brings me to this: do not break their trust. one way or another, you will regret ever messing with a Scorpio placement. they don't easily forget or forgive

likes getting close, physical and touchy. maybe even too close sometimes⚡

driven, passionate and posessive lover. in fact, the intensity goes beyond love and touches on all things venus: art, friendships, material things, even beauty

ultimately, emotions rule over his body and mind, therefore he acts according to what he feels, no matter how suddenly or thought out🌊

Leo Mars

you think his Scorpio venus is confident? WELL let me tell you this: his Leo mars excels in that field

in any situation, no matter how loud or quiet Jooheon remains, he's always one of the most noticeable in the room. his aura shines and the attention comes naturally to him, which, btw, he absolutely loves and craves. Leo placements often live for the spotlight and won't be satisfied with a lack of it

hella creative and expressive of his emotions and intentions. sometimes a bit too dramatic or over exaggerating

can be easily offended at times, he's pretty sensitive

the whole world is his stage and he is the biggest star of the show called "life"

goofy, funny and playful🎈but also loud, bold and demanding

C H A R I S M A T I C, another reason why his first impressions are not easily forgotten. his presence is strong, his confidence is obvious, and his goal? is to dominate the scene and ultimately, win, either the competition or your heart🔥

passion is the fuel to his actions and he cannot function properly without it. there needs to be a constant goal he can pursue or do what he loves the most and because of that, grow as a person. his inner fire should never be put out, it is crucial for his survival and well-being

a true performer and skilled entertainer, born to fascinate and capture audiences🎭

prideful🗻

being recognised for his efforts is very important to him, on a much deeper level

as much as he might enjoy fulfilling his own needs and feeding his desires, Leos are also notoriously kind, generous and supportive to their loved ones. they love inspiring and boosting others self-esteem, so any obstacles and difficulties could be overcome even by the most insecure. they are wonderful motivators with insanely big hearts💝

That is all, folks! Thank you for stopping by💕🌟 and check out my other posts with Hyungwon, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Shownu and Wonho. As always, these are made for fun and should not be taken too seriously.

See you next time for the last, but never the least, post about I.M⚡

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Go get that Medic! - And don't let him die

Chapter 1: The (dilettante) kidnapping of the RED Medic

Summary: Again, the BLU team lost against the REDs. They forge the plan to kidnap the RED Medic as he knows the secret of his team's victorious battles. The ÜberCharge. During his captivity, they must be careful not to let the Medic die. Suicide is the only way to get back to his base, to his team. If there just weren't so many ways to die...

Scene: Landfall

Almost the whole BLU team is wiped out. The bodies lie scattered on the entire battlefield. They were beheaded, burned, shot, and blown up. BLU Medic couldn't do much about it. He often feels so helpless. The RED team is simply much stronger than them! The only difference between this fight and all the others is that BLU Medic was not the first to be killed, but actually the last survivor.

He flees over the battlefield, away from his pursuers. The REDs are like biting bloodhounds. Although their Scout has already stolen their Intel, and the RED team can be sure it's winning, they hunting Medic to send him to the team's respawn. Of course, he can just put to death himself, but his pride could not stand it. Not that the running away and hiding would be better, but still better than losing his life by the hand of the REDs. But he should have known that he cannot escape his destiny.

Suddenly they stand before him. RED Medic, Soldier, Heavy and Demoman. BLU Medic brakes hard and came to a halt, breathing heavily. It takes only a look until he's encircled by the entire RED team. He looks to the right, to the left, to the front, backwards. There is no way out. Even Scout is among them, with the blue Intel on the back. He wants to mock him. How viciously they grin at him. He hates this more dazzling smile. He would rather cut it from their faces. Especially the RED Medic.

BLU Medic stretches his back, lifts his head up and spreads his arms wide. If he has to die, then with a raised head. His eyes are all the time directed at RED Medic. He should know how much he hates him. The click of a gun echoes through the dead place and the world becomes black.

BLU Medic awakens in the respawn. After a few seconds of the orient himself, he noticed his team colleagues. None of them had left the respawn. Why should they? A defeat can no longer be averted. “You've failed. The enemy has secured our intelligence”, the voice of the administrator bangs through the speakers. As always.

“Good work, Doc…” “You want to blame ME for failing?” “No one is blaming Doktor-“ “I heal you! I warn you when a Spy is nearby. I even fight when it's necessary! What else should I do? Do I have to take care of everything alone?” Medic looks angry at Scout, who doesn’t seem really impressed. Engineer puts a hand on Medic's shoulder. “Scout didn’t mean that.” This seems to appease the doctor, but Scout goes on. “Strange, RED Medic manages to do that.” Medic rushes to the brat, but Demoman and Sniper can stop him before he can hit the runner. “I'll tell you why RED Medic is doing it! His team doesn't let him down!” In the room it becomes quiet. When Medic realized what he had said, he apologized. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. But not mine either. This ... this RED team is just too strong.” “Maybe they have a secret?” “Or they cheating.” “It’s their Medic. I'd like to see how good they are when their Medic doesn't support them.” “But what shall we do? Kidnapping him?” “That's exactly what I had thought, Sniper.” “Are you serious, Medic? Are they allowed to fight at all if they are not complete?” “Did you forget that? They had already fought against us when RED Medic had held our Spy in his refrigerator.” “Thank you for remembering me, Docteur…” “And what will we do with him?” “We hide him and wait for the next fight against the REDs. And this starts in a few days. I only want to win just once.” The team stays silent. “And? What do you say?” “But…that’s cheat.” “Heavy, you always give so much effort in battle just to lose again. Is this always going on like this?” “………” “Count me in!” “Me too.” “Mmpff!” “Everyone here wants to win.” Heavy still hesitates. It is important to the Russian that the fights are always being fair. “But it is no fair.” “Fair? Are the REDs fighting fair? How often did we have to fight against Über-Heavy? If RED were so fair, they would have given us the formula for the Übercharge so that both teams have an equal opportunity. But they don't have that because they are selfish and cowards!” Heavy understand that. “Doktor is right. RED Team is cheating coward!” “So it’s right. Let's get that RED Medic! And then I'll squeeze out his secret of the Übercharge. Let's see how arrogant they still are when we have the same strengths.” “And how are we going to do?” “Spy.” “Yes?” “You sneak into the RED Base, daze him and take him outside, where we wait for you with Snipers Van. Then we take him to our hiding place in Sawmill. This will be a cinch. If I am not mistaken, he is often alone in his infirmary.” “No problem. A blow to the neck will be enough.” “No blow to the neck! We must not take any risks. He must not die in any case.” Bad-tempered Spy takes a pull on his cigarette. “I think I already know what I'm doing, you know?” “I know that, Spy. But use chloroform. We have to play safe and are not allowed to make mistakes.” “Chloroform? Doesn’t take it minutes to get fainted? And I don’t think that Medic is doing this with himself without fighting back. Can you not just give me a syr-“ “No!” Spy sighs. “You should finally overcome your fear of syringes. You're a Doctor, you know?” “Maybe it's really because of our Medic that we are such a loser team” Scout whispers to Pyro. “I heard that!” “All right then. I will do it.” “I would love to be there. I've always wondered who might be stronger. Medic or Spy.” “Well, why don’t we let our Medic fight against our Spy?” “Excuse me?!” “We must know how strong RED Medic is, so that Spy knows where he stand with him.” “This is precisely why I use targeted blows on head and neck, so I don't have to bandy blows…” “I don't think he has a chance against RED Medic. After all, the guy is totally crazy. And madmen are said to have superhuman powers.” “Maybe everything will be different than you think.” “I don't care! As long as it leads to our goal. Let us return to 2Fort and wait for the evening. Then we'll hit them.” “You mean me. And I would prefer to hit. Like a professional, of course.” “Fess...”

In the RED Base:

“Food! Finally!” “Hold on, brat.” When the team finally sits at the table in the dinner room, Spy observes that someone is missing. He sighs annoyed. “Could someone make sure our good doctor don't starve?” “I'm going to get him" volunteers Engineer and is heading for the infirmary.

Meanwhile BLU Spy was able to penetrate the RED Base. He had made himself invisible, but perhaps that was not necessary either. If the REDs do not reckon with that, then during the ceasefire. In the infirmary, Medic sits at his desk, his back to Spy. The only light in the room comes from the desk lamp, which illuminates the rear part of the infirmary only very sparsely and makes Spy almost invisible. With the chloroform-soaked rag he creeps up on the German. He had disguised as the RED Engineer. Just in case, if should Medic turn around suddenly. But he seems to be very busy with some documents anyway. Engineer grins confidently. I’m coming for you~

He is sure that everything will work. However, the intruder has not reckoned with Medics doves. They sit on an elevated shelf above the desk. Spy just notices them as they begin to scream and hit wildly with the wings so that their white feathers sail through the air. Engineers head bounces up to them and then the birds bear down on Spy. “What the hell…?” cries Medic startled and jumps from his chair. Through the dove attack, Spy had lost his disguise and fought bitterly against the beaks and claws. Medic runs to the nearby wall to an intercom, presses the button and calls: “Spy in the infirmary!”

“SPY IN THE INFIRMARY!” echoed Medics' voice from the loudspeakers through the base. The Mercs are still sitting at the table. Their eyes wander to their Spy. He sighs annoyed. “Not me. Idiots…” “BLU Spy!” “A BLU Spy in our base? Let us beat him up!” Scout jumps full of joyous expectation to a fight from the table and runs towards the infirmary. All follow him. Only Spy stays sitting, one hand placed on the head. What is BLU just thinking? These idiots.

Medic gets his bone saw and turns to BLU Spy, a devilish grin on his lips. “Months of defeats and you still don't learn.” For Spy, there is only one way out. He cloaked. The doves immediately stopped fighting and sat back on their shelf. The danger seems to be averted. Medic is already a little disappointed that Spy is cut and run like a coward. He would have liked to have a little life in his refrigerator again...

The door to the infirmary opens and Engineer comes in. “Doc! I heard your exclamation. Where is he?” Medic looks up at his doves. They don't react to Engineer, so he must be the real one. He hadn't even known his doves can see through Spy's disguise. “He has escaped. Typical BLU. Sneaking up like a coward from behind and instead of fighting, they flee.” Now the other Mercs appear. “Where is he? Where is he?” Scout waved about with his baseball. Engineer grabs the bat with his gloved hand and lowers it. “Relax, son. He is not here anymore.” “Buuhh…” “Hmm?” Heavy notices a rag on the floor and lifts it. A slight smell creeps into his nose. “It stinks.” “Give it me, Heavy.” Heavy hands Medic the rag and he smells at it. “This is chloroform… I remember. Spy had dropped something. That must have been this rag.” “Hey…! They wanted to steal our doctor! Let's crash the BLU Base!” “Just leave it be, Scout. Let us not pay attention to that. The BLUs are no threat to us.” “Still, we'll keep you in view now, Doc.” “Well…okay.” “Let's finally eat something.” “Oh? It's already dinnertime?” “If we were not, you'd be starving, lad.” “You're probably right, my friend” laughed Medic.

The 8 Mercs leave the infirmary. In the corridor they meet RED Spy. “Looks like as if you ‘ad put this dilettante to flight.” “Oh yeah! You should have seen how I bashed this rat with my baseball bat!” “Spy was no longer there when we arrived.” “I see. We need to keep an eye on the BLUs. They're up to something.” “Pffft! They are losers. They can still make so many plans. They would only have success if they would be members of the RED team. Well? Well?” Scout holds up the hand for a high five. Sniper, Heavy, and Soldier respond to this gesture. “Yeah! We are the number one!” Spy takes a pull on his cigarette. “Okay, we got it. Hurry up. The food is getting cold.” The others move past by Spy. When Medic reaches his reach, he takes him by the arm. “Please wait, Docteur.” “What’s wrong?” The spy leans close to the German and whispers: “It’s a little embarrassing to me.” When the other Mercs are out of reach, Medic answers: “You don’t have to be embarrassed. What can I do for you?” “I know it's dinnertime, but I would be very grateful if you would go with me in front of the base. Before I came here, I was briefly in the fresh air to smoke my cigarette.” “Did you see BLU Spy?” “No, but I've seen something different. I've seen a shadow sneaking around Snipers Van. I think the BLUs are planning something with it.” “And you want me to come along because you are afraid to go alone?” “…if you want to formulate it this way, Docteur.” “Why don't we tell Sniper?” “No way. If really BLUs lurk and it would come to a fight, I don’t want this Bushman ‘ave the fun. During the regular battles countless killings are put into his account. That's why he's so arrogant.” Medic laughs. “Typical. But you two should finally get along well.” “I'm sure there will be no one anymore. But we should still have a look.” “Agreed. Will not be long, I guess.” “Thank you, Docteur.”

“Shabby cowards.” “Spoies are inherently cowards, mate.” “Then that would also apply to our Spy?” “Naturally! This applies to all spies. Whether blue or red. Worm like snakes from behind and ram a knife in your back. And when things get tough, they make themselves invisible! These Maggots!” Sniper nods approvingly with his head. He himself was killed several times by BLU Spy with a stabbing stab in the back. “Bloody Spoies…” When the Mercs enter the dining room, they see RED Spy sitting in his seat. He is bent forward, his head resting on the table. Scout puts his fists on his hips. “Well look at this. While we are hurrying to help our Doc, the guy does not think of anything other than taking a nap. It's time for retirement home. And if the opportunity is there, we'll send our Doc right after him. Ahaha hahaha!” Soldier whacks the boy with his flat hand on the back of his head. “Did you forget that? RED Spy has followed us.” “Oh… right.” Engineer walks over to the motionless Spy and scares as he sees a knife stuck in his back. Spy does not sleep, but was killed! “RED Spy is BLU Spy!” “That would mean the BLUs had tricked us. That's impossible!” “Mmmph.” “Hey… Where is Medic?”

“In the evening this place looks very lonely.” “Hm-hm.” “Spy?” “Yes, Docteur?” Medic and Spy reach Sniper's Van. Medic wants to see through one of the windows, but the curtains are drawn. “It's unusual for Sniper to place his van directly in front of the base. Usually he parks it at the side of the building. And he had that when we first arrived here.” “Then the BLUs must have moved it.” “Strange. Why should they do this?” Spy twisted annoyed the eyes. Medic stands with his back to him. He would like to stab a knife in his back... But he has to patient now. He almost has reached his goal. “I think we should take a look into the van. Fortunately, Sniper never closes it.” “………” Spy gets nervous. Medic is inspecting the van perfectly. They are now behind the vehicle. The door there seems tightly locked and nobody seems to have climbed the ladder to the roof. Does he suspect something? “I think… you need a vacation.” Surprised, Medic turns to Spy. Not only because of what was said, but because of the tone in his voice. Spy's gaze has changed. It's no longer concerned and friendly, but cold and calculating. During the rattles in Medics' head, what could not be right with Spy, he tries at the same time to figure out what he might mean by this strange sentence. On Spy's face sneaks a malicious grin. In Medic's eyes he can see the naked horror as the good doctor realizes who really stands before him.

Suddenly the door of the van flies up, strong hands grab Medic on shoulder and torso and pull him inside the vehicle. It's all so fast that he does not even have time to scream or to call for help. Probably his team wouldn't have heard him anyway. Spy jumps in and slams the door shut. Medic finds himself in the company of the BLU team. It's Heavy who holds him from behind with his big hands. “Well, well. What have we got here?” BLU Medic is sitting in front of the doctor in a chair; a smile on his face. “You really stepped in our trap.” RED Medic is horrified, but he hide it. “Why trap?” he asks self-confidently. “Shouldn't I be chloroformed?” BLU Medic stops. His smile disappears. Then he turned to Spy. “Why is he not chloroformed?” “There were complications.” “What does that mean 'complications'?” the doctor mimics. “I leaked out and had to change the plan. That's why we should get out of here as fast as possible.” “Hahaha! I knew you will blow it, Spy.” “Why? He's here after all, isn't he?” “Yes, but he is wide-awake and moreover the RED team is alerted. So you blowed it.” “Pff! This was the fault of the poultry. They figured out my disguise and attacked me.” “Embarrassing. You let demonstrate yourself by a few silly doves.” Scout pushes Soldier playfully his elbow into the side. “They probably spring at him because he smells of bread.” Soldier lets his familiar laughter be heard. “Spy, our Baguette.” “So I prefer herbal baguette.” Spy tries to ignore it. “Could we leave before the RED team discovered us and beaten us into the spawn?” Soldier hit the wall behind the driver's seat several times with his fist. “Get going, Maggot!” “Okay!” Sniper calls behind the wall. “But can you stop banging against the walls?” “Shut up and do what I say, Aussie!” “Pisser…” The car starts moving.

RED Medic is not worried about his abduction. The BLUs are all idiots. His stay with them could be fun. But as soon as there is a chance to flee, he will. “What are you planning with me?” he asks amused. “You think the whole situation is funny, don't you?” BLU Medic bends over to RED. “I'm gonna smash that grin from your face. Keep him well tight, Heavy, while Engineer tied him up. Let's see how fun he finds that.” Engineer looks at BLU Medic helpless. “But we didn’t take anything to fetter.” “Of course we didn't! After all, we thought that Spy will his work neat!” Unimpressed, Spy pulls at his cigarette. Furiously, Medic whipped it out of his mouth. “Stop smoking!” “Mon Dieu!” “Hahahaha!” BLU Medic looks like as if he is bursting at any moment. “Use your cable to tie him up, Engineer. And shut him up too.” The Texan loosens the cable from his waistband. Heavy fixes RED Medics arms on his back, where Engineer tied them up with the orange cable. Then he pulls out a cloth to gag him. “I shouldn't do it, if I were you.” Engineer pauses and looks for eye contact with BLU Medic. “You don’t want me to die, do you?” “Don't worry. You will not choke.” “Not just so, no. But I know a little trick how I can pump up my stomach acid. So if you don't want to sit in VOMIT you shouldn't so that.” “What? What?? What did he say about vomit?” Sniper calls from the cab. “I warn you! Don't do anything so bloody silly in my van!” “You wouldn’t dare…” “Do you really want to provoke that?” BLU Medic stays silent. “Dude, I don't want to see or smell puke! I'm getting sick now.” “Stop it now! Okay, we will not gag you. But I warn you. Don't get on my nerves.” “I have to think about that. And quite frankly you annoying me.” BLU Medic is red with rage. Scout laughs behind his hand. RED Medic must admit that he has a little compassion for him. But only a little. He will see in what he getting himself into trouble with his abduction. He will make the life difficult for the BLU team. Whatever they intend to do with him, according to this matter, they will think three times, whether they want to afford such a thing again. I'll give you what for.

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