#idk dean has probably had a drink or two before this conversation too :

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body collapses onto used couch with a sigh, head tilted back so that dean could stare blankly up at the ceiling. ❝ bailey's just been so . . . upset lately. i don't know if it's something i did or just ⸺ i don't know. she's not angry, not really (i mean, she's got an easy temper, but that's not really anything too new), just sad i think. ❞ easy to trace a line back to the source of bailey's upset : a desire for something that you've tried so hard to grasp only for someone that hadn't even been trying to achieve it ⸺ dean understands her pain. and the way that she is so torn in two, over-filled with joy and happiness at her sister's announcement, yet deeper down jealous and bitter. all that he can do is offer comfort and lend an ear to her rambling laments.

❝ y'know ― i know what she wants, what she needs . . . but it's not something that i can just magically give to her. i know her probably too well, but i figured . . . you're her sister, @hallowburnt, you've gotta have some secret sister-knowledge that could help me out. ❞ he hesitates before speaking again, swallowing down the lump that had begun to form in his throat. they were sisters, and dean knew better than any that the purpose of a younger sibling was to be the bane of their elder's existence ― but dumping bailey's dirty laundry onto dani seemed almost out of line. and with the added stress of a pregnancy, dean adverts his gaze to the ground in shame. ❝ is it too much to speak so honestly? ❞ (sc.)

#＆. dean hill ‚ interaction . #＆. dean hill ‚ closed . #hallowburnt #the song is not the vibe but that one lyric... #but u know dean does love her<3 and would do anything for her<3 that part is true #u kno #in my brain this is like when brad and dani get pregnant #post their tcm problem</3 when theyre livin in mexico near dean n bailey #idk dean has probably had a drink or two before this conversation too :/ #if that sucks pls tell me xo #this is little but it will get Big knowing us<3

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Make a Mess

Word count:1542

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings:18+ only please, Sexual situations? (idk really how to tag this), Teasing, Premature ejac?, embarrassed!Sam

A/N:So idk what this is, or where it came from, it's not really edited, but it made me giggle while writing it so please enjoy! Drop a request, If you’re wondering who I am writing for, send an ask.

(GIF not mine, divider is mine.)

‘She literally has no idea what she does to me, does she?’ he thought as he watched Y/n work around the library. Your hair up in a messy bun, long tendrils falling around your face. Those tiny little shorts you only seemed to wear on cleaning day, and that tight gray tank top that barely hits above her belly button. He bit his lip when you bent over a table to grab some books, unknowingly putting your ass on full display for him.

‘God, if only I could just…’ He lifted his hand subtly by his side, imagining the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. The image of bending you over that table playing in his head, the memory of your velvet warmth wrapping around him, the way your body practically pulls him in. He feels himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Sam,” you called, god he loved when you said his name, “Baby can you come help me real quick?” you called over your shoulder. He looked up, you had a stack of books on one arm, and you were reaching up with your other trying to put a book on a high shelf. Your shirt had ridden up giving him a glimpse of the white lace bra you were wearing ‘Fuck baby, thank whoever the hell decided to drop you in my life’ he thought, his jeans now even tighter.

“Yeah,” he stood from his seat with a soft smile and walked towards you, subtly trying to adjust himself in his pants. He came up behind you and rested a hand on your waist as he reached up and effortlessly pushed the book into place. You drop back onto the flats of your feet, accidentally brushing your ass down on his already throbbing cock. Biting his lip again to hold back a moan that had threatened to escape his throat, covering it with a cough.

“Thanks,” you said as you turned and stood on your toes again to plant a small kiss on his jaw. To you, it was a small, chaste kiss of appreciation. To Sam the feeling of your lips practically on his neck, so close to that spot that makes him go weak in the knees, had his once throbbing member now aching, leaking with precum, and straining painfully against his zipper.

“No problem,” he smiled down at you before pulling away and sitting back down in his chair, trying to relive some of the pressure of his jeans. A few moments passed and Sam still couldn't stop thinking about you. Your lips on his skin, and how they’d feel wrapped around his cock, the small little whimpers you let out right before you cum. 

He continued to watch you, dirty thoughts still going through his head, when you walked past again. Stopping when you noticed his empty glass and plate sitting on the table by him. You leaned over the table on the opposite side of Sam and reached across the table for his dishes. The second Sam looked up, he knew he was a goner. The angle you were leaning at gave him a direct view down your shirt, giving him an almost full view of your perfect tits.

“O-oh Fuck,” He stuttered out as he came in his pants. Like a fucking teenager, eyes screwing shut, breathing heavy as his body flushed and tensed up where he was sitting, hands shooting to his crotch as he shot up from his seat. You on the other hand had no idea what had just happened and jumped back at the sudden outburst from Sam.

“Sam, you okay?” you asked as you reached a hand towards him, still confused as to what was happening. He jumped back grabbing his laptop and held it in front of the very obvious wet spot on his pants, hoping you wouldn't notice.

“Mmhmm, yep, everything’s good, I, uh, I just remembered I left something in uh, in the bedroom,” He quipped out in a stuttered breath. Making his was to the door quickly before slipping out, leaving you standing there, confused, plate and empty glass in hand.

“Oh, o-ok,” the words die on her breath, and she makes her way to the kitchen.

Sam let out a breath as he plopped down on the couch in the dean cave and let out a breath after re-emerging from the bedroom with a new pair of jeans. He opened his laptop and stared at the screen with a small scowl on his face.

“Everything ok Sammy?” Dean asked, sitting down in his chair and passing Sam a beer. Raising an eyebrow when he shut his laptop and let out another breath and took a drink.

“It's Y/N, I guess,” he started but trailed off, what was he supposed to say, his girlfriend made him mess his pants like a prepubescent teen, when she wasn't even doing anything sexual. 

“What's up? I thought you really liked her,” Dean began. But before he could continue Sam cut him off.

“NO! No, I do, almost too much,” he added the last part in a mumble. Looking down at his hands.

“You wanna elaborate buddy?” Dean leaned down and tilted his head. Sam looked at his expression, looking for some hint that Dean would make fun of him for this. Finding none, he lets out another breath.

“Well, today, she was cleaning the library, and she wasn’t even doing anything, but she just looked… so good,” he started, “but looking at her, thinking about her, I- I came dude” he finally got out, “Like in my jeans… and then I just left her standing there, confused, I don't even think she knows what happened,” he looked over at Dean, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

When he finally looked up at Dean, he was smirking. “Well” He started with a chuckle, “I think you should go talk to her, she probably thinks she did something wrong when you shot up and ran outta there like a bat outta hell.” he finishes his sentence and takes a drink from his own beer. 

As if all the Gods and Fate herself were on Dean’s side, your voice rang out from around the corner looking for him.

“Sam? Sammy, baby?” you called out.

“In here,” He called back, trying not to sound like he was just talking about the mess he made earlier. “Everything okay?” he asked you as you finally came into view. Freshly showered and changed into a pair of black leggings and one of his old flannels.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you stepped in front of him to situate next to him on the couch, he lifted his arm, allowing you to curl into his side. “You kinda left in a bit of a hurry,” you finished, finding a sudden interest in the buttons on his shirt.

“I’m going to find snacks,” Dean hopped up and headed out the door, giving Sam a pointed look before disappearing around the corner.

“Sam?” You pressed again, leaning back and looking at him. “Is everything okay? Did i do somethi-”

“No! God no,” He fully looks at you cupping your face in his hands. “Nothing bad,” He smiled softly before planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh,” your voice came out small, unsure of what that exactly meant. You creased your brow and looked down at his chest fiddling with the buttons on the shirt you were wearing

Sam looked at you, Dean’s words ringing in his head still. “Y/N,” He sighed, “You are so hot,” he began, his face heating up at the conversation again. “like beyond hot sometimes,” he looked down at you, still looking down. He brought his hand to your chin and tilted your head to look up at him. “And today, with you in those tiny little shorts, and that little tank top… its like you were teasing me and you didn't even know it”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you started but Sam cut you off again.

“Y/N,” he chuckled, he should be the one apologizing, he was the one who ran off. “Seeing you run about, accidentally flashing your bra, bending over in those shorts, it was too much and I… kinda… came in my pants.” He finished his sentence and looked at you, he could feel his neck and ears burning.

“Wait?” you looked at him, stifling a giggle, “That's why you just flew outta there?” you questioned.

“Well yeah, I was embarrassed, I had just shot my load like a hormonal teen, because my girlfriend was showing too much thigh?” He chuckled leaning back against the couch again, relaxing back tan tossing his arm over the couch.

“Well, don’t be,” you quipped, curling back into his side. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I kind of consider it a complement,” you added as you laid your head on his chest. His arm came down and wrapped around you causing a smile to stretch across your face.

“Who wants popcorn!” Dean bellowed out rounding the corner with two big bowls, passing one to you and Sam before settling in his own seat again and flipping on some old western movie.

#sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader smut #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural smut

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JIB9 (JIBCON 2018) ANALYSIS PART 2

Go read part 1 of jib9 analysis if you haven’t read it already.

Continuing from where we left off...

Misha says no, he doesn’t think that Cas feels like part of the family and Jensen smirks and looks down while Jared smiles

Jensen helps Misha along with his answer 

Jensen defends Sam and Dean after Misha says they don’t show emotion saying things like “I love you so much”

Jens: “There are a few scenes where you know,”

Jared: “Didn’t you see the one with the whole if we die we will do that together too?”

Jens: “Yeah that was emotional”

This is getting serious people. Remember this is season 13 they are talking about.

Jens keeps going on “you know there was embracing, and then there was a lot-I mean…” This whole time Jensen is looking at Misha

Misha is like “All I’m saying…”

And Jensen cuts Misha  off and says, “Did you miss that?”

Look at Jared’s face here though. He’s like are you guys having a lovers’ quarrel? Am I missing something?

Misha tries to talk again but Jensen is adamant, unrelenting to give up on that there was an emotional scene between Dean and Cas. 13x05???  “Were you not there?”

Misha being who he is and not backing down either he says, “NO” rather defiantly. 

Jared’s face here though. He stopped talking and is watching these two lovers go at it. (No, not the sexy kind)

Jensen doesn’t look too thrilled about what Misha said. Jared laughs Jensen is basically done at this point. Look at his face.

Misha continues “That was Castiel”

And Jensen just looks appalled, he raises his eyebrows looks down at his hands [0.43 insert Jensen’s face atm] and since Misha is looking at him and he sees that Jensen is unhappy he adds “I’m very method.”

Jensen goes to say something but stops himself, Jared senses the tension, Misha is still looking at Jensen and Jensen hasn’t looked at Misha since he asked him “were you not there?”

IDK what is going on here but it fees like more than just about Dean and Cas and more like it’s about Jensen and Misha. I mean Jared and Misha are having fun with it and Jensen just seems adamant to prove they care A LOT about Cas which is weird considering the fact that the moment Misha was asked that question Jensen agreed with Jared that they are not as pleased that Cas was back (this was a joke) . So what has changed since then? Only a few seconds have passed.

Jensen presses on, “I mean was Cas there? I know he was there physically but was he there emotionally? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

The way Misha is holding his microphone he looks scared. Jensen can’t take his eyes off Misha.

Misha says, “see this is what I’m talking about” I think he realizes Jensen is getting too emotional and personal on stage and he decides to guide the conversation to the funny side.

Jensen laughs .

Misha says “ I don’t think he [Cas] lets himself feel worthy or wanted” and Jensen keeps looking at a fixed spot on the floor and I don’t know what’s so interesting there. Jared says “smart” in reference to Misha’s statement and Jensen nods.

Jared tries to make fun but Misha is not having it, he [Misha]  looks at an imaginary watch and says  “That said-uh…that said I think this season he’s felt more part of the team and the family…probably *looks at Jensen* more than ever before” Now I talked about that moment here but I have to reiterate, something is off here tbh. I don’t know what was going on with Jensen but something was definitely off.

I have been thinking about what the causation of Jensen’ s behaviour could be and I have come to a very weird and maybe kind of controversial conclusion, IDK. But  here’s what I think. Maybe Misha finally told Jensen that he didn’t feel like he was part of the family because of the way they treated him and talked shit about him at J2 panels? Like how he pretended to gag when he saw Misha on screen during the jib9 j2 panel the previous day. Or the extreme pranks Jared played on him and Jensen just stood aside? The way some  j2 fans send hate to him and that it gets to him. Maybe he finally opened up. Because if that is the case then,  Jensen blamed himself for making Misha feel like that when he didn’t have any intention to? I hope I’m making sense. Or maybe it could be something else entirely but I feel like since 2017 Jensen had stopped going along with Jared’s attempts to make fun of Misha at their panes. So maybe this was him feeling bad that he ever played a part in that??? Okay my head hurts I have to move on. 

Since that moment Jensen doesn’t look okay, even when Mishalecki are bantering with the next fan, Jensen just seems sad? Sad is not the right word but he seems kind of upset 

So the fan makes a small mistake in what she’s asking and Misha laughs  then Jensen turns to look at him for a brief second, it’s literally for a second and Misha looks at him with his big blue eyes but Jensen looks away rather quickly. I think they can both feel the weight of the previous answer Misha gave simmering beneath the surface but they can’t talk about it atm. 

Now Jared says something rather weird to me, “A man who goes to sleep with an itchy butt wakes up with a smelly hand.”   (I know it’s a saying or whatever but it’s just a strange thing to say or maybe it’s just me) Jensen is nodding along to that but Misha doesn’t look amused. I think it’s an interesting thing to say when two of your best friends who play with each other’s butts are seated on stage with you. I’m not sorry I said that because it had to be said.

For a literal microsecond, Misha looks at Jensen but Jensen is looking at a fixed spot on the floor as has become norm in the last 2 minutes. Mish suppresses a smile because he knows Jensen still feels bad about earlier.

Jared says that’s why he thinks the brother’s and Cas have to die in order for the show to end and Jensen’s face is just stoic. Dude wtf?? 

Jensen joins in the banter and makes a joke about a man who stands on a toilet while high on pot he’s not crazy he’s just high? J2 make another joke about a man going backwards to Bangkok or something. Misha manages to laugh at those jokes.

Jared asks Misha  if he has anything to add and Jensen looks at Misha smiling look at the way he’s looking at Misha. It’s like he wants to stuff him in his pocket and take him home with him.

Jensen is laughing so hard now because Misha says that the only sayings that come to mind are the only ones he doesn’t want to say.

They try to pronounce the German word and it’s hilarious AF.

So Jared makes a joke of a sound that the fan is helping them pronounce and Jensen is just done. Completely done because he looks away and scratches his beard like he wants to be anywhere but there. JFC What is going on? He was happy again.

OMG husbands whispering at each other while Jared is engaged with a fan. Gossipy Jensen. Also I’m glad whatever tension was there after the Cas question is finally gone and they are back on track again.

They are in there own little world because IDK what Misha whispered to Jensen but Jensen is unicorn laughing. Aww J

 “We just said some really bad shit” I like it when Jensen curses. Now I want to know what they said because when Misha whispers it to Jared, he laughs really hard as well. Oh to be a tiny ant crawling around, listening to their whispered secrets. A girl can dream am I right?

7.33 Jared asks the fan what her “that German/Austrian word” was that morning and I am inclined to think whatever the husbands were whispering to each other had something to do with a sex-related orifice because of the way Jensen reacts.

The fan puts Jared in his place. Look at Jensen’s reaction.

He’s like you go girl.

Jensen wants to whisper something to Misha so bad but he stops himself.

Okay so Jensen says he did bicycle touring and he did take part in some of the quests. Is he talking about GISHWES because he never can pronounce that word. LOL.

So Jared interrupts Jensen starts telling his story and Jensen just shuts down just look at his face the entire time Jared is telling it.

Misha and Jared are talking about how it’s so hot on stage and Jensen is just miming to the fans how it’s not hot. I love when he does that. Naughty boy.

Misha moans and he and Jared just rush off to point the fan in their direction while Jensen just stands over the fan on his side of the stage and cools his balls off.

OMG!!!! Misha is doing the mating dance while making fiery eye contact with Jensen and sips from the bottle. Jensen heeds his husband’s call to mate and walks briskly in long manly steps to wards him and he takes the drink off his hand while looking at him like he wants to eat him [it’s called a mating dance for a reason] and inhales the drink whatever it is and it must be really strong because he looks away and says something to Jared. Misha walks away says something to Jared and goes to sit down.  Jensen starts twerking his booty. Misha your man wants to mate on stage do something. Anyway Jensen pours the drink that Misha had sipped directly from the bottle in a shot glass  and does the rck on sign and sips it. The entire time Mishalecki are just looking at Nesnej and laughing not understanding what is going on.

Jared sniffs the drink and says “poker face” and Jensen says “thanks Lady Gaga” IDK if this was a snide comment or just banter but now we know Jensen listens to Lady Gaga and Katy Perry (re: jib8).

This part is really funny when the fan thanks Misha for sending a recovery message to her friend but Misha says that  he had no choice but to do it because the fan just held out the phone to Misha and Misha was like “oooh, heeey”

I think Jared asks Misha what happened and Misha explains because Jared folds over laughing.

Jared starts talking before Jensen can answer the question and again Jensen doesn’t look too amused. This guy keeps stealing his thunder.

Jensen manages a smile when he hears that Misha did a German accent 

Misha asks Jensen if he wants some tips on accents and Jensen smiles and says no. Ouch. Sorry Mish, your man doesn’t want your help. He’d rather wing it.

Misha is not backing down and compliments Jensen by listing all the accents that Jensen can do. We love a supportive husband. Hype your man Mish.

Jensen says that he speaks French and he has a little have a  tête-à-tête in français. I find it funny how Misha pretends not to know Jensen speaks French yet he just listed all the accents Jensen can do. Sure Jan.  And after the French interaction which Misha adds a flair of a French accent when he talk as and , Jensen tries really hard  not to smile. Someone’s excited. #accent kink ;)

Jensen says he doesn’t think Michael is going to need an accent and Misha says yes he will in French accent and Jensen is just trying really really hard not to smile.

Look at Jared’s face though he’s like dude are you seriously turned on by Misha’s weird accent right now? It’s not even funny and Jensen can’t stop smiling.

Jensen is done with Misha’s shenanigans so he just cuts him off and Misha is exasperated and Jensen proceeds to ask his question.

Fan says she would improve on Misha’s German accent and Misha gasps scandalized and  even Jensen is not happy about that but he takes this moment to make fun of Misha so the comment doesn’t seem as harsh 

Look at Misha’s face

and here is Jensen’s face  he can’t believe someone was mean to his baby.

Anyway, in an attempt to make it less painful for his man he tries to make and joke and says, “I didn’t send that out with the insult in mind but I’m really glad that happened.” 

The joke makes it worse and Misha  doesn’t seem to feel better. Poor Misha.

It’s over.

Time for the closing ceremony

Jensen and Briana singing.

 Misha and Adam

I love their friendship, makes me think of the possibilities that could’ve been between Cas and Mick on the show.

OMG Jensen you naught boy, yeah I see you have experience humping and spanking. Go on Rockstar we love to see it.

Even Jason Mann’s sees Jensen humping the air and Misha and Jensen turn to look at Jason. Jensen is  smirking at him after what he just did. OMG.

The way Jensen is looking at Rob when Rob tries to sing the remaining verses of carry on my wayward son. Jensen you need apple juice. Jensen is me. He is insane and he is me and I love him. JENSENKIN!!!!

Why are Jensen and Misha gravitating towards each other unconsciously? Do their hearts have magnets that pull towards each other?

Speaking of them why does Jensen seem extremely tall here and Misha looks so tiny.

Am I the only one who doesn’t like the guy who played Ketch? OMG he just rubs me off the wrong way.

 OMG is Jared trying to touch Jensen’s hand? Eww He touched Jensen’s arm and Jensen didn’t even look at him. This is embarrassing. Jensen hasn’t looked at him once/ HELP.

Misha and Jensen are standing the same way at the exact same time and they aren’t even looking at each other. OMG!! This is insanity.

Jensen turns to smile at Misha. Aww J

Jensen looks at Misha with a smile on his face when Daniela says they’ll be back the next year the year that gave us straddle gate and boners.

It’s over guys. 

So I have come to the conclusion that something was going on between Jensen and Jared at jib 9.

See you on the next one.

Part 1

#cockles #jib9 #jibcon 2018 #jib9 cockles panel analysis #j2m

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Like an Angel

pairing - Park Jimin x Reader genre - pure smut oops, old friends!AU, angst warnings/tags - lingerie wearing, blind date, Namjoon plays cupid, drinking, dirty talk, eye fucking, oral fixation, ‘sir’ kink, face riding, dick riding, slight spanking, pregnant kink, that kink where you can see the guys dick idk wtf its called, unprotected sex, and degradation kink summary - Namjoon set you up on a blind date, and while looking for him you bump into an old friend who you’ve had quite the past with.

You must’ve second guessed your dress a million times before you even stepped foot into the bar. This really wasn’t your scene, but you felt more comfortable as you realized it wasn’t even that full. You could finally breathe as you made your way inside, ordering yourself a fruity cocktail. You enjoyed getting wasted, but Namjoon set you in this position and you didn’t want to waste all of his efforts. He’s been setting this date up for weeks, and the least you can do is feel it out as you sip your drink. You’re ready to sit down at the bar, before a familiar face catches your eye.

You’re almost floored as you watch him stir the drink he has on the table. You figure that since you had no idea where this.. ‘blind date’ was, you decide to sit with him. You grab your purse, pushing down the rather tight black dress that was riding your thigh and you’re walking over to his table as you tap his shoulder. 

“Need some company?”

The face that Jimin gives you as his eyes are almost bulging out of his skull is comical, and he’s pushing off the table to bring you into his chest. You haven’t seen him in ages, and the hug is like something you haven’t felt in ages. Jimin was.. well, you weren’t sure what he was to you. Either way, his hands are keeping you close to his body. You can tell he’s a little buzzed, but you honestly didn’t mind once you both pulled away. 

“Y/N?” He breathes, and his smile is taking up half of his face. The last time you’d seen him, he still had that sweet baby face of his and his voice was still smooth and soft. Now a full fledged man stands before you, replacing the ‘chim’ you used to now. “Here! Sit down, please!” He gestures to the high stool across from his seat and you slide into it, laughing at how he urges you into the position. You fold your hands into your lap after you set your drink down and push some hair behind your shoulders.

“How are you, Park? Feels like I haven’t seen you in a thousand years! What the hell are you even doing here?” He scoffs, swirling the straw of what you presume is straight. Just how Jimin always liked it. 

“Well, I’m here waiting for someone. Been about ten minutes and they don’t show. You?” You giggle softly at the groan that leaves his mouth as his plump cheeks puff up once he rests his face on his hands. You sip your drink, eyes sweeping the bar just in case anyone looked like they were looking for someone. 

“Funny enough..” You trail off, twisting a couple small strands of hair in between the pads of your fingers. “I got set up on a blind date. Namjoon, if you remember his dumb ass, decided I need to get ‘out there’.” Jimin perks up a little bit at the mention of Namjoon and you’re adjusting your dress again as your ass is ready to pop out of the back. 

Jimin’s face has a knowing smirk on it. “Did he dress you too?” 

You groan, pulling your top up so your boobs weren’t spilling either. “Yeah. He said this was special, that he’d been planning it. When I asked who, being paranoid, I didn’t want to get kidnapped. In the end, he just said that it was—“

“With an old friend.”

You stop cold as you guys finish in unison, eyes snapping up at Jimin as he licks his lips free off the alcohol he just drank. “Namjoon set me up on a ‘blind date’ too, and picked out my outfit as well. Guess he’s just the matchmaker, huh?” Your entire face is red as you smile into the palms of your hands, and you laugh because you’re an idiot. You peek through your fingers at your date, and he’s shaking his head but you don’t miss the sweep he does of your figure. 

Once you’ve regained composure, still smiling like an idiot, you cross your arms. “I suppose he is. Now I feel a little underdressed.”

“What? Saying you’d dress a little sexier if you knew it was me?” You shrug, a smug smile on your feature as he rolls his eyes. “Wow, Y/N. Still as wild as I remember. Twenty two looks good on you.” Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes as you snort, leaning forward into the table. You can not believe you’re sitting here with someone you never thought you’d see again besides at one of your mutual friends weddings. Or, like, high school reunion. (As if you were planning on going). 

“Could say the same, Park. Aged well. What are you doing with your lame self?” He laughs at your teasing, eyes turning into crescents as he hums.

“Well, I do a little modeling now actually.” You weren’t surprised. “I also play some music on the side but it isn’t serious or anything. I’m in school right now to get a psychology degree.” That actually surprised you a little. You figured he’d do teaching or something down that road, figuring he was really good with kids. Either way, good for him. 

You’re smiling as he throws the question back at you. “Well, I’m working in college as a law student, but I have a small job on the side.” The moment you said anything, you mentally slapped yourself. Ever since you turned 19 and left home to live on your own, the financial aid didn’t cover much of your college tuition. Long story short, your parents weren’t helping you and you had a nice body. What more is there to say?

“Oh! You doing Uber Eats, or Door Dash?” He asks. The innocence in his voice makes your smile falter a bit as he’s being genuine. Your face goes red again for the second time that night. “Oh god.. It’s embarrassing isn’t it. You have a sugar daddy don’t you? Or let me guess, toe pics?” You’re failing to keep a straight face as you burst into laughter at his suggestions.

“No, you perv. It’s um.. well god, I wish it was a sugar daddy.” He cocks his eyebrow up as he brings the rim of his glass to his lips. “I, um. I strip for extra cash.”

He damn near chokes on his drink, wiping his chin as he blinks in surprise. “Y/N? Goody two shoes, on the cheer squad, and always hosted study review parties at her house.. is a stripper.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“C’mon I think it’s kinda sexy.”

You soon forget the conversation as he flags down the waiter to get both of your glasses refilled. You honestly had no idea how much you actually missed Jimin as you continued to talk. Catching up and a lot of things. You know that he, Jungkook, and Taehyung all room together. You and Taehyung both worked at the strip club together, where he knocked the heads of any assholes who wanted more than they originally paid for. They were quite the trio in high school, always together and always in the deans.

“That was not me!” Jimin whined, hands up in mock surrender. You can feel the alcohol in your body now, face flushed as you’re more bubbly now than when you first sat down. “Jungkook and Taehyung decided to strip for senior prank day. That’s why they got detention.”

“Then why the hell were you in there?”

He snorts. “For filming.” You roll your eyes, unable to contain the laughter that’s rising in your chest. You feel like you can’t help it, either. Jimin’s smile and laugh was contagious, lighting up any room he was in. Thank god you’re apart of that room. You find yourself staring as he rambles about all the dumb trouble they got into during homecoming week. You watch the way his teeth look as he talks. Hey, his teeth were straight and you had a thing for nice teeth. Soon you’re watching those pretty lips slam a shot as he gestures for you too as well.

Snapping out of your trance, you thank him for the drink and slam the shot as well before you hum. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t die at that one party after homecoming. You and Jin polished off the entire bottle of fireball in like, thirty minutes.” You both laugh at Jin, the only man in the friend group who can handle two whole bottles of liquor before he pukes. 

“I miss Jin,” Jimin sighs and you nod as well, the older trio who had graduated before you guys were essential to the group. “That night was crazy. Especially what happened afterwards.” You don’t miss a beat to raise your eyebrows as you sip a much stronger drink than your first cocktail. You try to think of what happened but all you can really remember is a blur. You’re ready to ask him what he meant before little parts come back to you. You and Jimin were in some random person’s bedroom, chests pressed together on the bed as you made out for what felt like hours. 

“Oh god,” you whine, head dropping down as Jimin starts to chuckle. “I was so wasted that night, Park. I was probably a terrible hook up.” He shrugs as you mix your drink as it tastes a little strong. You were more than aware of what you both knew. You had enjoyed that night to its fullest, and so had Jimin. You both kept coming back to each other for the occasional hook up and party date when you both wanted to get wasted and fuck. Even if it sounded shallow, you had cared for him and there was not a doubt in your mind that he cared for you as well. You also cuddled on many occasions, got dinner, and just spent many nights together doing homework or movies. Like a relationship. 

God you hated that word. It was such a huge label, and you never understood why everyone freaked out about it. If you guys like each other, then why be so complicated? Fuck if you want, kiss whenever. Friends with benefits wasn’t what you were so you decided to stay in the grey area. 

“Yeah, that night was a sloppy night. Prom night made up for it,” He says softly while your eyes avert to his own. You do a quick sweep of the tight button up he’s wearing, and what you’d give to touch his chest. Before you can continue the daydream, you return the gaze to his eyes. 

There is a playful glint in them, one you’re familiar with and you’re more than ready to face what he might throw at you. That being said, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was the best day of your life. Dancing with friends and eating nice food. Jimin wanted to treat you like a princess that night, even if you guys went as.. ‘friends’? “I think that weekend was even better.”

“That, I can get behind,” You laugh as you raise your glass in small acknowledgment. “Saturday night and all of Sunday I swear we were swimming. We maybe only got out to either sleep in the tents, or eat.” The local swimming hole was something you guys treasured. It was where you guys had fun and forgot about the pressures of college applications and parents. 

You continue. “It’s funny you say that, cause I was actually thinking about the place earlier.”

“I was too, Taehyung brought it up. Mentioned the bathing suit you wore, which I’ll have to agree it was my favorite considering I destroyed you in it.” 

“Shut up you’re such a perv,” You shake your head despite the grin on your face. “I still have it too. Might be a little small. I keep it with all of my stripping outfits too if you want a shocker.” Your laughing falls short as Jimin stares at you, face blank as he rakes the expanse of your figure. You know that look, and as much as you want to steer clear of that ending, a part of you misses the routine with the male. 

“You have certain... outfits?” He gulps, pulling his lip into his mouth. Fortunate for you, the alcohol is really working through your system and you’re feeling it now. You watch the way the veins on his hands move as he clenches his fist, waiting to say something. You weren’t going to lie. Jimin was the best you’ve ever had, and a little part of you was dying for him to touch you.

“If you want to see them,” you whisper playfully, tongue resting under your teeth. “All you have to do is ask.” Jimin groans quietly in response, eyes looking around the bar like he was caught red handed. You were very aware of the affect you had on him and were always quick to use it to his advantage. Now he’s not even bothering to hide the sweep he does of your chest, and you lean forward a bit to give him a better look.

“Still a tease, Y/N.” He clicked his tongue, downing his drink before he puts cash on the table. “I got an uber here just in case my date decided to get a little drunk, and here we are. What about you?” 

“Yeah, I got a cab here. In case I got lucky.” You blush as you admit it, sliding out of the bar stool and pulling down your dress again as he guides you to the door. 

“You did.”

 With his hand on your lower back, you’re leaning into his chest as he orders an uber and you both wait in front of the club. Jimin used his hands to wander your backside a little, fingers under your shoulder blade before he’s running them down to the curve of your ass to grab it quickly. You jolt a little forward, catching your lip in between your teeth as a laugh rumbles in his chest. 

“If I knew we’d be waiting, I would have ordered another drink!” You whine, pulling the soft coat you brought over your shoulders, your phone illuminating your face while you check the time. You can practically hear Jimin roll his eyes as he pulls you towards the car once it rolls up. He moves to let you slide in first, greeting the driver as he shut the door. 

You’re all buckled in and with not a second to spare, Jimin’s hand rests on your upper thigh so his thumb can feel your soft skin. You turn to shoot him a look, but his gaze is turned towards the window while he grins. You wonder if you’re gonna regret this in the morning, but you haven’t seen the sight of him sleeping in your bed in a while. You recognize it too well, pillow under his arm as he hugs it, blanket kicked off so his firm back is on display. Many mornings you spent drawling circles over the expanse of his skin, all the way down to the dimples right over his tailbone. 

You’re needy for it now as the uber stops in front of your apartment, and you both thank him before sprinting towards the door. You’re not even past the entrance to the building before his hands are all over you, bumping into the walls as you guys approach the door to your house. You turn to fumble your keys as you unlock the door, while doing so Jimin is pressing his cock into your ass. You shudder at the feeling of it thick on your body, and it makes you even more eager as you push open the door. 

Jimin takes the liberty of shutting and locking it, kicking off your heels and throwing your coat to the side. His lips are on yours in seconds, sloppy strings of kisses as he guides you backwards into your room. By now you’ve stepped out of your dress and kicked it aside, Jimin undoing his belt while your fingers worked fast to undo his shirt. When you finally get to the room, you can almost laugh at the sight of the pieces of clothing in a scattered line from the door to your room. 

“Missed his, huh?” He laughs breathily, hands grabbing the back of your thighs. You’re quick to get into routine as you push off the ground and cling to him, while he’s pushing your body flush to the wall and working his tongue into your mouth. You guys fool around with embarrassing tongue kisses, sucking on the muscle before he’s just tasting you at this point. Your body ached for his kind of touch, and all nerves were on high alert since this had been the first time you’ve really been active in months. 

You nod into the vigorous kissing, pulling his button up down his shoulders so you can feel the taut muscle moving under his skin as he ruts his hips into your panties. Both parties moan at the action, and he’s quick to move to your neck to scrape his teeth along your jugular vein just like he used to. You’re waiting for him to continue the same cycle he always did on your throat, starting at your ear before proceeding down to your collarbones and to the other side of your neck. If there was one thing you remembered, it was that Jimin enjoyed marking every inch he could. You almost suggest for him to take you right there before you remember the real reason you took him here.

“Still wanna see those outfits?” He’s quick to drop you to the floor slowly, sucking one last bruise under your jaw before his tongue runs over the teeth marks there. His hands let go of your hips so you can turn around to the closet, but not before his hand lands a hard slap to your ass. “Sit on the bed and close your eyes~”

He obeys rather quickly, letting you strip of your rather plain underwear and bra and grab one of your favorite sets. It was gifted to you by a coworker who said that it would fit your body type. Thank god she was right, cause as you slip on the bra you watch the way it cups your chest like a glove. You pull up the underwear, peeking to see Jimin sitting with his eyes closed. You hurriedly pull up the thigh highs and buckle the straps to your underwear where they connect.

“Almost ready, princess?” He laughs, and you flip him off as if he can see you. You walk over to him, and throw a leg over his thighs to sit in his lap. Your eyes marvel in the sight of his toned chest revealed from the button down which was pulled out of his pants. He looked wrecked, and the sight of him was exciting you even more. He waits a second, hands feeling your thighs first before he opens his eyes. You can tell he isn’t disappointed because his eyes fail to find yours. Good.

There’s no trace of a smile on his face as he pulls the fabric of your stockings in between the pads of his fingers to feel it. They travel slowly up your navel to the valley of your boobs, cupping them gently. He whistles, hand cupping the side of your face once he reaches it. 

“Like it?”

He laughs like you just asked a dumb question, thumb dragging your lip down. “My dick is rock hard under you right now, and you’re seriously asking me this?” You laugh a little moving forward to take his thumb into your mouth. He also liked this, if your memory runs right. “God… the strip club doesn’t deserve you. This is— this is like fucking an angel.” He’s referring to the white color to the set, and you nod as his fingers ghost over your clit which jolts your nerves. He brings your hips down hard and guides them over the length of his cock, slow and steady so you can feel every inch. You’d be lying if you said the action didn’t turn you on. 

“I always had thoughts about sending you a little sneak peak of it after I first got it. Wanted you to fuck me real good dressed up like this.” His head drops back a little bit, groaning at the idea as his chest heaves little by little. “Pretended I was dancing for you instead of the old men that wander throughout the club.”

“Babygirl thought of me?”

You know that tone all too well. “Yes, sir.” He grins against the skin he was biting, pulling away as he pushes two fingers against your tongue. He rubs it lightly and you’re quick to lick at the pads as if it was his dick. He watches you with lidded eyes while his tongue darts out, wetting his lips as they’ve ran dry. It’s like the stare itself is fucking you open right there, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jimin pulls the fingers out of your mouth and leans up to catch your lips in a sinful kiss, one that definitely has you wetter by the moments.

“Being so obedient. If I remember correctly, you were always such a brat.” You shrug, hands against his neck as you look at him. He falls back into the bed and pushes his hips up into yours which makes you whine a little bit. “Come sit on my face, baby… you still like that, right?” You nod quickly, scrambling as you scoot up to his neck and look down at him from that angle. God, you probably looked unflattering from the angle, but the long lick Jimin does over the fabric of your underwear washes the doubt away. Your hands find purchase in his hair as you feel him pull the fabric aside and drag the flat of his tongue over your folds. You can feel it better now, the strong muscle toying your clit as you remember how good he was with it. 

Not a moment too soon, his arms are around your thighs to hold you in place as his lips wrap around your clit. “A-ah,” you inhale sharply as he bites the bundle of nerves gently. He is wasting no time as his tongue plunges deep into your pussy and you can’t hold back the moans that tumble past your lips. Every lick and suck he does has your hips bucking at the feeling, even as he laughs into you. “Mmm, your tongue feels really good, Park.” He’s sucking mercilessly on your clit as your hips roll into his mouth to get whatever you can.

His hands move to your ass while he grabs the two cheeks in his hand and spreads them apart. You grind your hips into his face, your hands running up your stomach to grab your own chest, making eye contact with Jimin as you twist your own nipples. You can practically feel him smirk as his hands cover your own, before finding their way back to your clit as he tongue fucked you. Your head leans back a little bit, eyes closed as you can feel the long drag of his tongue in and out of your pussy. You’re moaning louder as each second passes, with his fingers toying at you and his tongue deep in you, you’re feeing yourself get worked up.

You knew Jimin wanted you to cum. He enjoyed having you already overstimulated when he started, and he was doing a good job of getting his way. You’re whining loudly as he moved quicker, sucking and licking everything he could as if his life depended on it.

“Jimin,” you warned as you panted lightly, rolling your hips into his tongue even harder as you began riding his face, for lack of better words. “Jimin, I’m gonna cum.” He moves even faster after you say that, eyes boring into yours as he wiggles his mouth over your lips. You’re holding onto his hair, feeling your nerves in your thighs jolt as you feel yourself start to grow hotter by the minute. You release all over his mouth with a loud cry, thighs closing in on his head as he finishes you off. You curse as he cleans his plate, licking every last drop before pulling his mouth from your heat. 

“Damn,” he groaned as he licked his lips from the cum that remained. “Sound even hotter now than you did senior year.” You weakly slap his arm, face turning a dark hue of red as he pushes the lace underwear back over you before you move off of his head. You hoped you weren’t suffocating him. You bite your lip as he tackles you to the other side of your bed, pinning you down as he works on the free skin of your chest.

“You’re even better than you were senior year.” You laugh breathily as he’s taking your nipple into his mouth after turning the skin under a light purple. Your hands are in his hair, pushing it back so you can see his face. He’s already staring at you, smiling as he bit into your chest. “Still enjoy throat fucking?” You throw at him, and his lips finish the bruise he’s working on before he snickers. You unbutton his pants, pulling them down and he almost falls off the side of the bed trying to kick them off. After laughing fits, he’s straddling over your torso and you’re giving kitten licks to the top of his dick. 

“I’ve fucked other girls mouths,” He starts and you’re ready to flip him off but he drags the tip over your lips, and then your tongue once it’s out on display. “They will never be as good as yours, baby. Always had to pretend that every pussy I fucked my cock into was yours.” You swoon at the words, even if they aren’t the way you’d like to hear them. Taking the head of his dick into your mouth, you hold the back of his thighs as you bob your head forward while your nose hits the stubble of his pubic bone. Luckily for you, and him, you weren’t much of a gagger so after a few minutes you feel his hand on the back of your head. You relax your throat the best you can as he fucks your mouth, drool pooling at the side of your mouth as you take him the best you can.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Missed y-your pretty mouth over my cock.” The grunting noises he makes is almost animalistic as the sound of his hips slapping your cheeks rings throughout the room. You stare up at him, making it look as innocent as possible and once his eyes are on yours, his head falls back again as he moans. You hollow your cheeks around his dick, sucking as he’s hitting the back of your throat. He speeds up, hips stuttering and you’re ready to take whatever he gives you. Before you can even prepare for his cum, he withdraws from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’ that has you confused. 

Jimin pants as he looks down at you, thumb ridding of the spit on your chin before apologizing.

“What for?” You pant, licking your lips to collect the juices on them. 

He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you heatedly and you give him back what you get. It’s hot and needy, tongues against each other as you guys roll over again while laughing. It felt like a reunion, even if it wasn’t how you usually had them. He stares at you once you’re situated in his lap, watching you like you’re about to dissolve in his arms. “What?” You repeat.

He laughs weakly, patting your thighs. “I missed you, truly.” He admits and you’re ready to respond with something heartfelt before he ruins the mood. “Cumming in your mouth is good, but to cum in that wet cunt of yours is even better.” Again, you’re whipped at the words so he doesn’t have to tell you twice as you unbutton the two pieces of your underwear. You thank the heavens for the easy removal of the garment as you toss it to the side. You’re ready to take off the thigh highs but he growls.

“No, those stay on.”

You discard the bra behind you as you rub your pussy over the head of his dick to tease him, but he pulls your hips down over him. You whine at the contact and do not miss a single beat to start bouncing on him, swirling your hips before grinding them down. His head back into the pillows, hands over your boobs as he watches with lidded eyes. Jimin wants to see everything you do, even if he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. He missed you, and he meant what he said. He ached for your touch after all these years and he’s ready to start rambling about it all over again.

He decides to keep his mouth shut.

  “Fu-fuck baby, just like that,” He groans as his hands travel your body to land on your hips, holding them tightly as he fucks even harder up into you. 

“Jimin!” You squeak, falling forward and using his chest to keep you grounded while you both work at a pace that feels like cloud nine. Your hair falls forward and you’re tucking it hastily behind your ear while your moans bounce with every push inside you. Made you sound like you were on a bumpy road. “P-please— Jimin please don’t stop. A-ah.. keep fucking me.” He listens closely to your plea as he’s fucking up into you with a pace you can’t keep up with, rendering you useless as you sit there and take it.

You’re clawing his chest in an attempt to release the pleasure you felt, it finally getting to the brink of being too much.

“How does.. m-my cock feel?”

You moan in response as his thumbs pushing your clit all around, rubbing it raw until your hand is patting his pec. “I-it feels good, h-hah.. I c-can’t take it.” Your begging falls on deaf ears as he’s going at godspeed, your thighs twitching at the overworking muscles underneath. “I can’t, J-Jimin, I c— fuck!” You cry out as he rubs over your g spot, and keeps nailing into it as he goes even faster. You’re wondering in the back of your head how the fuck he has the willpower for this, but you could ask the same question of yourself. You missed him and his touch, his body. That’s all there is to it.

“God, fucking right into your cunt.. bet you want me to cum in you and knock you up?” This was more of a kink for him, but you moaned loudly as it was still hot to hear him say the words. “Fill your tummy with cum.” You nod vigorously as his hand comes over your stomach, and he watches the way your skin moves with every thrust.

“Fill me up w-with your cum,” You beg, and he’s biting his lip hard enough that he could draw blood as he drills into you. 

“God I wish I fucking could... watch your stomach bloat with all this cum that I’m giving you. Gonna get my little slut pregnant.”

It comes crashing down, the last tether of your orgasm snapping as you freeze on his cock and grip his biceps like you’re holding on for your life. His name is on your lips as he fucks it out of you, the noises becoming sloppier as your release covers his cock. Jimin looks up at you, pushing back your hair and the smile you give him has him sent. The way you’re looking at him, lidded eyes with blown out pupils. Your neck and body are filled with his marks, and fuck Jimin just wanted you to be his already. 

He’s cumming up into you, stalling as he buries his cock deep inside of you, neck veins straining as he moans loudly. The last thing left in the room to hear is your breathing, hard and rough against the currents of the room. You’re trying to regain your consciousness as you lean forward, laying on his chest. He’s sweaty but so are you, and you could care less as you close your eyes. You lay there until Jimin’s chest turns into a slow, rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. Jimin’s so focused on combing through the knots in your hair that he almost misses your question. 

“You wanna shower?”

He can tell by the way your voice sounds, that you’re exhausted so he shakes his head. “We have all morning to do that. I just want to lay here with you.” And he did. It’s been so long since he’s held you. Since he’s gotten a proper look at you, the slight upturn of your nose resting against his chest. He pulls out finally so he can rest his legs while he laughs to himself, the way that your cheek is squished against his skin has him chuckling. “I love you, Y/N.”

A part of him wishes you were awake to hear those words. He wanted you to know he meant it, but the other half is glad his words remain unheard.

He has to remind himself that those three words are why you guys split off in the first place.

#bts #bts smut #bangtan sonyeondan #park jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[jae-canikeepyou]

| kinda like you | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff + highschool au a/n: it’s been a while since i posted another oneshot. idk where i was going with this but anyway, hope you enjoy reading! (might be badly written idk haha)

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the hallway bustled with students who stood by their lockers; laughing and giggling about the new hot dean, or sports clubs promoting their game in the season. endless whispers and murmurs tickled your ears even at far distance. admiration filled their eyes as you walked past them and it became the normal encounter everyday; you got used to it. no you weren’t the sharpay evans of your school, just someone everyone said they looked up to.

you twisted the digits clockwise then anti-clockwise onto the metallic blue box, each screech unlocked every peg in it. the books aligned so neatly that it was only ruined when you took your maths book. as you shut the locker to a close, an arm leaned on it, making you flinch at the presence.

“vice pres! you scared me.” you sighed, taken aback at the bunny smile. he ruffled your hair into a slight mess when you rolled your eyes.

“you’re always like this.” doyoung grinned as he nudged you softly. “i kinda need your help on something?”

you lifted a brow at his sudden request. doyoung rarely asked you any since it was you who have asked for favors; and heck he always fulfill them. the books in your hands soon were in his. “okay?.. not sure if i could do it but sure?” your questioning tone made him let out a soft giggle.

“c’mon.” he gestured you to follow him to a classroom where his friends have gathered for a daily study session.

the library was definitely better to cram several topics but you thought maybe a classroom would be better for today, considering there were guys huddled up together at one group table. doyoung closed the door behind him as you entered first, his hand onto your shoulder to push you in.

“stop stressing me out jaehyun!” mark rubbed his head in frustration.

“i guarantee you it will appear in the test.” jaehyun taught the boy. “just remember what i told you earlier.”

“why did you take japanese when clearly you couldn’t form one simple sentence?” yuta and sicheng were at the far end of the table.

“it should be easy for me because it has chinese characters!” sicheng pointed at some notes of the worksheet, insisting how he could do better even without the boy’s help.

“uhm didn’t i make myself clear about the stress?” you heard mark groan with his arms folded, gesturing that he couldn’t take it.

“hey are you trying to mess with my mind?” sicheng raised his voice.

you raised your brows at the stubborn responses. doyoung sighed beside you, bringing out a folder to give you. the folder named you as tutor. “so who am i helping exactly?” you asked.

“you’re helping me.” jaehyun approached you and took your books in hand. “mark can’t do math.”

“uh-huh. if he knows the basic formula then it’ll be easy to apply it for the rest.” you sat onto the seat beside jaehyun. mark inhaled and pursed his lips at the pressure the two humans in front of him have given out. the thickness of the math book scared the boy, but interest began to show in his eyes— more than it did when jaehyun taught him.

jaehyun now looked at your side profile with hair loopies dangling on each temple. your long lashes flickered every time you try to explain the methods to the younger boy. man, even the sun radiated the light in your eyes. he was seeing an artwork made from the heavens.

your fingers pointed at the algebraic formulas that finally made mark understand. “hyung, how come i get it when y/n teaches me?” he looked up to the male.

“you’re just fascinated because it’s your first time being taught by her. i’ve been tutoring you since grade school.” jaehyun stated, fixing his cap to wear it backwards.

“says the one who’s also fascinated by her.” mark smirked which caused jaehyun to flinch in his seat. you could hear the gulp of his throat.

you smiled at the innocent and yet amusing conversation exchanged between the two. doyoung gave a ten-minute break and you stretched your arms up high, only to feel your cheeks a little damped from the cold can. “a refresher.” jaehyun offered a drink.

“thanks.” you said and took it and to your surprise it was already opened for you.

“forget what mark said earlier. he teases me a lot because you’re here.” his ears turned red but you weren’t sure if it was the sunset’s doing from the outside.

“it’s okay. i’m not a slight bit offended.” you drank from the can.

“w-well i can’t deny that y-you are pretty.” he scratched the nape of his neck. “everyone else thinks so too.”

you blushed at his cute smile as he complimented you. jaehyun was one of the model students so it was rare to even hold a proper conversation as you both had busy schedules and cramming hours. “how about you?” he heard you ask, where you slightly turned sideways to face him and you rested on your palms for support.

jaehyun’s lips agape but closed them again when he spotted mark approaching the desk. “i’ll tell you later.” you saw him mouthed the words, and heck your heart anticipated for the answer— more than the exam results.

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you sat aback of your chair, giving yourself a quick rest before continuing your own cramming hour. you spotted jaehyun on your side, sleeping with his arms as a pillow. the sight of him caused your lips to curve that it took your seconds to realise you were staring at him.

mark had left for the make-up test and in half and hour he’d be done. so you stood and decided to wake jaehyun up from his deep slumber by tapping him softly on the shoulder. “hey jaehyun.”

the boy awoke where his eyes fluttered. his still-asleep self stared at you before his brain registered that you were in front of him. he wiped shyly at the possible drools even if there weren’t any. “sorry i slept.”

“it’s alright. i managed to put in some sleep too.” you yawned. “mark will be here soon, i guess we can pack-”

jaehyun held your wrists and you felt your body falling slowly but not entirely. he made you turn to him where you noticed his ears turning red again.

ah, it wasn’t the rays from the sunset then..

you didn’t know how long you exchanged stares yet it felt nice. his chocolate brown eyes soften and you were sure you mirrored too. your heart thumped at his dimples.

“i.. kinda like you..” he confessed in a low, warm and welcoming tone.

you felt your face burn in all kinds of temperatures and heavens know how hot it must’ve felt like. “oh-”

“that’s my answer.” he cut you off with the same smile prior to the slumber.

the door slammed open. mark had his hands in the air with papers. a sign of victory and probably successful test. “oii your boy slayed the test!”

his friends donghyuck, jaemin, jeno and renjun followed from behind.

“let’s see yours!” mark asked the rest. “oh wow that’s like amazing in its own ways.”

jaehyun stood up to the younger ones. you soon followed and nearly giggled at their troubles faces. “what’s wrong with aiming for a passing score? i just needed one more point.” donghyuck glared at mark. “you’re confident now because y/n taught you. this isn’t fair.”

“how about i teach you too?” you offered. “you might get a higher score than mark.”

“i want y/n to teach me again.” mark scoffed as he later looked to jaehyun. “hyung you teach the rest.”

the heated argument from them continued on as they left the classroom, leaving you and jaehyun alone again. you sighed at the energy. “i might want you to teach me too.” jaehyun nudged you gently.

you laughed so elegantly that it made jaehyun’s ears attentive than before. “what for, mr. jung?”

“teach me to be better at teaching them.” he said in a questioning voice. “they might brush me off now that they like you already.”

you walked a little close to him where you were inches apart. “okay sure.” you fetched your belongings from behind him and wore your bag.

jaehyun uttered a soft ‘yes’ and girl you’d be lying if it didn’t make you skip a beat. he pursed his lips when you turned around, biting his lips at your sudden move.

“i’ll help you because i think i kinda like you too.”

#jaehyun scenarios #nct 127 #nct #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun x reader #nct yoonoh #yoonoh #yoonoh nct #yoonoh x reader #jaehyun oneshot

[ohnoyoonoh]

2042 | chp. zero: captain. | dbh!jaehyun | reader-insert | 953 words 

[ warnings ] strong language, at most.

[ author's notes ] this is the preview-ish. unedited. you'll be surprised by a certain character, i think. maybe. idk. have fun and thank you for checking this out!

"NASA, give you the world, i'ma need space, i'm need space. i'ma i'ma need. you know i'm a s-"

a muffled groan as you reached for your phone in the space of your bed. the alarm's song had continued playing, it wasn't the first thing you wanted to hear when you wake up. realizing that the alarm wasn't even coming off your phone, it was from your ORACLE. the MECH INDUSTRIES device was helpful on most days, the mornings just weren't it.

"oracle, off," you commanded in your morning tone. the alarm had turned off, you pulled your back off of the bed. the effects of your upper body workout were evident, as you stretched your arms in the air. twisting your upper-half, popping some air out of your bones in the process. relieved, as you stretched your limbs out. already feeling tired after your morning stretch, you plopped back onto your bed. the silence in your bedroom, aside from the seoul traffic, wasn't pleasing to you.

"oracle, is it okay if you turn on one of my playlists?"

"sure thing, miss park. which one would you like me to play?"

"you can pick. just nothing too overbearing on the ears, please," you tugged your blanket further up your body, hugging it in the process. the sounds of dean's voice had filled the room, listening to music was a nice way to start your morning. oracle knew your way when it came to music, slow and calm would slowly turn into upbeat songs to help you get out of your apartment to work. that was until your music faded into a lower volume, your artifical intelligence heard into the speakers, "one incoming call from your brother. would you like to accept his call?"

a low groan came out as your brother's call had interrupted your music session, "yeah, put him through."

"yah! park [name], wake up," your brother's booming voice blasted through the speakers. you loved your brother to bits, but the morning was just not it for you to hear his calls.

"you're interrupting my music session, jisung," despite your annoyance to him, his morning calls had helped you move out of your bed of comfort. peeling yourself out of the blankets, you had fixed your bed as your brother complained about the quizzes in his college classes. you chuckled, hearing that he almost failed one of them, but the class was given a re-try due to a fault in the professor's quiz.

the morning tasks was able to go by quickly as you and your brother conversed over things that happened in the previous day. checking the clock on your wall, you had two hours to kill before you headed to work. debating whether to keep talking to your brother or getting ready was the better option.

"okay, i gotta go now. mom is yelling at me to get ready for my dance performances later!" jisung had made the decision for you. he always seemed to know when you would rather procrastinate, even if you don't tell him.

"right, you got picked up by an agency with your dance skills. finally, they saw your talent. but have fun on stage. drop by my apartment sometime soon."

he hummed in agreement followed by an alright, "i'll see you soon, sis. love you!"

"love you, too, jisung. tell mom and dad, i miss them," you had responded back.

"ugh, you tell them. fine, i'll tell them," with that he had hung up. as the call ended, you had been trying to find your phone around your apartment. completely carried away with doing your morning chores and talking to your brother, you had lost your phone on the way.

"you have one incoming call from captain ji hansol, would you like to put him through?" oracle had rang through your apartment once more with another call.

"yes, please. can you also help me find my phone? i've seem to lost it while i was cleaning," you had requested some assistance. your phone started ringing. you could barely count the amount of times your phone had gone missing in your apartment.

"detective park? you there?"

finally spotting your phone on top of your bed, "ah ha. found it," hearing your boss's voice, almost forgetting you allowed oracle to put the call through. "yes, i'm here. is there anything you need? and stop calling me that, it makes everything so..."

"formal? yeah, i know. i just like annoying you, but are you on your way to the precinct, yet? the briefing has been moved earlier by fourty-five minutes. knowing you, you're probably not even ready by now," hansol had said, followed by a chuckle.

"shit, no. i haven't started getting ready yet, luckily work is a ten minute walk from here," you had eyed the clock once more, quickly heading to your closet to get your clothes for the day. luckily, you planned the outfit last night, after hearing that hansol may or may not had given your first investigation. maybe, he was piting your after hearing that you had only done some traffic work during last week's hangout.

"well, i'll give you a pass on being late if you pick up some food and coffee," hansol said. you could tell there was a smile plastered on his face, as he sat in his office chair, swinging it side to side. maybe, twirling his pen in his left or typing up some reports with the phone on speaker.

"hey, you don't even know if i'm going to be late, yet. but you know that i'll always pick food and drinks up," you tossed the outfit onto your bed, phone in your hand. "i need to get ready, i'll see you later, captain."

"captain, hmm? i thought you didn't like calling each other by titles. i'll see you later, [name]."

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[faejilly]

i am for you (7/?)

holy shit you guys, it’s Friday? When did that happen. Like. I finished and then almost forgot to post. It’s been. idk. a week. the working title of this chapter was “my fic needs more ladies” and is also a return to epistolary. (hopefully second-hand brunch is still entertaining. I love Cat.) 

series tag / ao3

[cat]: you two have the worst timing

[dot]: what? are you? IT'S TOO EARLY

[tessa]: why are you yelling at us? Shouldn't you be on your way to brunch?

[cat]: I need reinforcements! Company!

[tessa]: well you can talk to the ALA about their conference schedules then, not us

[cat]: but some sanity would be nice

[dot]: are the boys being especially *boys* at you?

[cat]: yes [cat]: also Magnus is overly infatuated with someone, even for him [cat]: and he only met the guy last night! Sort of? I think [cat]: I'm freaking out, but Ragnor is being very calm about it all, which is weird and not helping

[tessa]: Ragnor's always been a hopeless romantic, of course he's happy for Magnus.

[cat]: but he USUALLY thinks Magnus has terrible taste and no self-preservation instinct

[dot]: I am almost personally offended by that first part considering how I met the rest of you, but he's not wrong on that second part so I suppose I'll let it be

[cat]: Magnus was so nervous I went with him to get a mani/pedi to help him calm down and he was practically vibrating in his chair, they had the hardest time getting his nails finished.

[tessa]: Magnus was nervous before he met the guy? That's... unusual.

[cat]: they'd been chatting via email, and it was their first in person thing. I have no idea what I should expect, or what I should say at brunch [cat]: because I'm going to have to ask, right?

[tessa]: you won't have to ask, you'll know how it went as soon as you see him

[cat]: you would think that, but Raphael's already preparing to murder the guy just in case, and Ragnor's being *mysterious* and I need back-up and you two are in the wrong time zone

[tessa]: sorry?

[cat]: are you though?

[dot]: I am, I want to watch! It will either be horrifyingly entertaining, or it'll be actual good news and Magnus being happy

[tessa]: which is always nice to see

[cat]: maybe I'll bring some extra asti. Either for celebrating or commiserating?

[dot]: now I really wish I was there

[tessa]: so do I. Keep us updated.

[dot]: take pictures! Lots of pictures.

*** ***

[cat]: I hope they get married [cat]: possibly tomorrow [cat]: no wait, we have to wait for you to get back [cat]: next weekend?

[dot]: wtf cat

[tessa]: kl;'/.

[dot]: I'll have you know Tessa just choked on her tea and is a really improbable shade of red right now

[cat]: sorry [cat]: not about that, but I don't have any pictures [cat]: Magnus' boy was embarrassed enough when we got there because they'd clearly lost track of time and he had to find his shirt after we walked in and he blushed half way down his chest

[dot]: oh my 😅 [dot]: where was his shirt?

[cat]: half off the footstool by the couch, pretty sure it got thrown over someone's shoulder last night

[dot]: did Magnus look sad when he put it back on?

[cat]: I was too sad when he put it back on to tell

[dot]: Tessa just choked again. I think you broke her. She doesn't know how to drink anymore.

[cat]: Raphael responded to the shirt fiasco via That Glare™

[dot]: I am so glad I don't get That Glare™ anymore

[cat]: I could tell he was thinking this guy was just using Magnus for a good time last night and trying to decide how thoroughly to murder him. [cat]: But the boy glared back, and I think they had some sort of secret conversation via scowling eyebrows and rolled eyes? Because afterwards they were perfectly civil to each other.

[dot]: what. how.

[tessa]: stop I can't breathe

[dot]: don't stop I wanna see if she turns any other silly colors

[cat]: oh, I can't stop. I am nowhere near being able to stop

[dot]: yay!

[cat]: Ragnor said "it was nice to see him again" and didn't tease him about the shirt thing and actually engaged in small talk about someone they both knew for like five minutes

[tessa]: Ragnor can be nice for Magnus' sake. Occasionally. With a little prodding.

[cat]: He did it on his own! He started the conversation!

[tessa]: no

[cat]: apparently a friend of Alec's (that's the boy, sorry, I am going all out of order aren't I? Magnus calls him *Alexander* but he introduced himself to us as Alec so I'm pretty sure no one else is ever going to get to call him that) [cat]: where was I?

[dot]: I have no idea but don't ever stop

[tessa]: there's a panel starting in fifteen minutes so you'll have to stop eventually but not quite yet

[dot]: whatever, this is better than a panel

[tessa]: not when I'm IN IT

[dot]: I suppose?

[tessa]: not all of us are just here for the shopping and networking

[cat]: ANYWAY [cat]: Friend! Of Alec's! Who apparently needed a leave of absence for a semester but she was past the cut-off date and Alec was personally going to all her professors to get exceptions for her? And Ragnor helped? So he was asking Alec how she was doing now. He remembered her name and everything, he didn't just go by her hair color or a paper she wrote, he used her NAME. Bri? Brand—no. Something with a B at least.

[tessa]: sounds like the friend's pretty remarkable too if Ragnor remembered them both

[cat]: and he's apparently hired Alec for the summer work-study the Classics department does FOUR YEARS IN A ROW, even though he's not even an undergrad anymore so Ragnor had to fill out extra paperwork FROM THE DEAN'S OFFICE

[tessa]: Ragnor voluntarily subjected himself to more Aldertree? Isn't the summer program mostly for putting a student between him and the Dean so he has *less* Aldertree?

[dot]: I know you're generally very honest, and if for some reason you aren't, you're a better liar than this [dot]: but I'm still having trouble believing you

[cat]: I was there and I almost don't believe me

[tessa]: So Ragnor already liked him. And has known him for over four years. At some point Magnus is going to be very upset that he never introduced them.

[cat]: Magnus started to do that wide-eyed hiss thing that he does right before he verbally eviscerates you, you know the thing

[dot]: ouch.

[tessa]: How much blood was shed?

[cat]: None. [cat]: Alec leaned in and said something stupidly sappy like, *but we've met now* and Magnus just... smiled and leaned against his shoulder? That was it.

[dot]: he's a Magnus-Whisperer!

[tessa]: how much did you all drink for Magnus to be that relaxed at a meet-the-boyfriend thing?

[cat]: not a drop. We were all too busy being shocked to even open anything

[dot]: but. Brunch! Mimosas!

[cat]: Gorgeous boy over six feet tall who blushes!

[tessa]: wow [tessa]: I am really really sad about the lack of pictures now. Not as sad as Dot, but still sad

[cat]: And then! He left before we did because he had to go home and change before a thing at a bookstore this afternoon [cat]: like a volunteering thing, not even getting paid, he's just *helping*

[dot]: which bookstore?

[cat]: uh. The one with the name that's actually some names rather than a book pun of some sort, makes it sound all classy? Starts with ffff... fuck it I can't remember.

[dot]: Fray & Garroway? That makes sense... they hire a lot of short-term students and have like twenty children who all show up at events

[cat]: Magnus did mention something about an improbable number of siblings

[dot]: probably one of them, then

[tessa]: how do you know so much about a random bookstore?

[dot]: Elliot used to go to estate sales with Jocelyn Fray before she died. [dot]: He's got a couple pictures of them in his office, grinning over some find or another. He said she had a knack, you know? Always spotted the best stuff. She was mostly going for stuff for herself or fixtures rather than stuff to sell, but they clearly had a good time hunting together. [dot]: He still refers people over there if they're looking for books beyond what we've currently got in stock, or if they're fine with later editions, since we usually just keep firsts or seconds. Luke sends people our way periodically too.

[tessa]: Jocelyn, I haven't thought about her in ages, that must have been what, over ten years ago?

[dot]: must be. Hell, her daughter Clary's probably old enough to drink now. That's a weird thought.

[tessa]: because we're so ancient in comparison? 🙄 [tessa]: regardless, I do have to get going, and put my phone in silent. Don't go too crazy without me

[dot]: too late!

[cat]: nah, I think that's most of it [cat]: for now, at least. I cannot wait until you two meet him next week

[dot]: if you think I'm going to wait until next week to find out more you do not know me as well as I thought you did

[cat]: good luck 😉

[dot]: I don't need luck, kitty cat, you know that

[cat]: you're much more impetuously curious than I am, why am I the kitty cat?

[dot]: you have a much nicer purr?

[cat]: you are ridiculous

[dot]: and proud of it. If you find anything else out, do let us know.

[cat]: I think I'm afraid of what you'd do with it... you could always try Ragnor?

[dot]: you know that's useless, he enjoys knowing shit no one else does WAY too much to share [dot]: he's going to be lording his Alec knowledge over us for ages

[cat]: not too long. He enjoys sharing exasperated looks about Magnus even more

[dot]: ha. True. [dot]: But that won't help me before I get back

[cat]: you're back TOMORROW

[dot]: late tomorrow! That's two whole days! At least!

[cat]: you're exhausting

[dot]: 😘

[cat]: well it's not like I could slow you down, much less stop you. Have fun investigating?

[dot]: will do.

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[engagedtobefree]

Monday - I wake up today thinking that today is going to be a good day. Not sure why, maybe because of how shitty I felt last week injuring my neck. The whole week really was better than last week, in general. 

Mondays I am always excited to greet Scott in the mornings. After going 2 days without seeing or talking to him, I am always ready to be in his presence once more. I greet him at the printer on this morning. About half an hour later, I happen to be at the printer again when he walks out of his office to go use the bathroom. “Have you been standing there this whole time?” I tell him no, and am not sure if he’s being serious or joking. Not long after this, a guy comes in from the warehouse asking Steve and Scott where Chris’s new office is. Scott tells him where and the guy starts walking in the direction he needs to go in. Scott goes into his doorway and says stuff like, “Make a left..keep going...just keep going...you got it.” I look at him and he smiles big at me and I smile back. 

I have to ask a co-worker, Ed, about an order. He and another woman handle Latin America and Mexico shipments since they speak Spanish. I have to walk down Scott’s office hallway. When I finish talking to Ed and head back toward my cubicle, Scott turns to look at me and gives me a little smile, and I smile back. I have my booties on today and they’re really loud, so he couldn’t miss me.

During my lunch, I go into Scott’s office as soon as I can so I have plenty of time to talk to him about our weekends. I tell him I got my massage and he asks how it was. I tell him she was a little rough, but got my knots out. I then say, “Yeah, I got a little butt massage at the end too. That was nice.” Scott laughs. Booty massages are the best. He tells me how he did a bit of yard work and changed the headlight in his car. He says how his one plant was dying and how he saw a long line of ants going to it, but he killed them. Turns out, the ants were actually helping get rid of what was killing his plant. I tell him about how I saw a wasp in between my patio door and the screen Friday night and how I thought, “Look at this stupid wasp, he’s stuck.” Well Saturday morning, as I’m sitting there drinking my coffee and reading, the wasp is there again building a nest in the door track. Last year when I moved in, there was already a wasp nest there so I had maintenance come and take care of it. I tell Scott “This time it feels personal. Like, I watched him make his nest right in front of me. I want to personally destroy him.” I tell him I’m going to get wasp spray and how I heard it works instantly. “Last time there were 3 wasps. Luckily this time there’s just 1. But he thinks he’s going to make his little bachelor pad on my porch and he’s wrong.” Scott laughs, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how to respond to what I say sometimes lol. His hat is lifted up a bit, so more of his forehead shows. I can tell he has a receding hairline, but I don’t care in the slightest. The only thing I’m thinking about is kissing his forehead. Sigh.... Scott starts telling me how he took his daughter to Lowe’s with him on Sunday. He needed some nuts and bolts, and they had 3 bins full of them. His daughter was taking some out of one and putting them in another, messing them all up. Then she hands him a handful of some and says, “Here, daddy.” Oh, it’s so cute: the whole story, how he talks about her, how much she loves him. I pretty much always say the wrong thing though, so after saying it’s cute, I tell him I think most kids do stuff like that. Scott says, “I guess.” I try to redeem myself by saying, “Well, if anyone at Lowe’s ever pisses you off, just take your daughter with you and have her mess things up.” Scott laughs at this.

When Scott makes his tea toward the end of the day, I can tell something is off. He’s in a weird mood. I had heard him on his cellphone not long before this and he went into the warehouse to talk privately. Idk if that had anything to do with it. He’s not really talkative though, and at the end of the day I don’t go into his office. I do pass by him and his hat is on backwards and I want to stop to tell him he looks good, but I don’t. Scott leaves right as it turns 4:45. I hear him and check the security mirror to see if he’s actually leaving because he rarely leaves on time and almost never leaves before me. He had stopped to stand outside his doorway for a few seconds, then conintued walking, quicker than normal. I walk out less than a minute later. He is already in his car and waves to me over the steering wheel. I wave back. He pulls out and leaves before I even get in my car.

Tuesday - Scott is not very talkative today. I don’t mind though, I just hope everything is okay. During my lunch, I tell him how I got a new trash can. I had a plastic one up until now, which I hated because they get so dirty, the lid always fell in the trash, and the trash bags never stayed on. I finally got a stainless steel one with a pedal. I tell Scott, “It’s the little things, ya know?”. I really am excited about my trash can. I tell him I tried the blueberry flavor of the Oui yogurt and how it’s a stupid name because oui means “yes”. We both agree that since most Americans probably don’t know how to even pronounce it just looking at the word that it doesn’t really matter. Scott didn’t know how to say it lol. He asks if I took French in high school, which I did tell him months ago that I did. Again, Idk if it’s because he had less interest in me then or if he is just very forgetful, which I do know Scott can be pretty forgetful. I do notice now how he seems to make a conscious effort to remember things I tell him. He asks me if I remember how to say anything, and I only remember how to say some basic stuff and “I like cheese”, only because I can remember “J’aime” means “I like” and “fromage” means “cheese”, so I just put them together. “That won’t get you very far”, Scott replies, which is very true haha. I do remember hello, good bye, please, and thank you, though those won’t get me far either. I tell him I do remember how to say blue, which is “bleu” (pronounced bluh). Scott finds the word amusing. When Steve comes in, he asks me what Joyce’s meeting is about. “Wait, what meeting? I wasn’t invited.” “Maybe it’s about you”, Scott says. I jokingly tell him he needs to tell me what’s said about me then. I ask Joyce what the meeting is for, and it’s to get ideas from people to make work better and what we should do for fun events. I already gave Joyce some of my ideas, hence why she didn’t invite me. My one idea was dodgeball, so I tell Scott when he’s making tea that he needs to back me up. He tells me the next day he suggested we have four 10 hour workdays instead of five 8 hours. I’m not sure if I like that idea or not. Another idea I had was stand-up desks. I tell Scott this the next day as well, and he said Chris bought them for him and Steve. I wouldn’t mind having to pay for my own tbh.

Wednesday - I greet Scott in the morning at the coffee machine. A little later while I’m at the printer, he comes out of the bathroom, making that face he always makes when he comes out from there and I’m at the printer. I’ve already described it so many times. His face always seems bright, clear, open, his eyes always set right on me. Not long after this, I come out of the bathroom and a co-worker, Rebecca, is making coffee. She sees me and starts talking to me as I stand at the intersection of my cubicle and the hallway. I hear the back door open and turn to see it’s Scott. We give each other small smiles, and then I turn back to Rebecca. As Scott comes up and is about to pass me, I turn back to smile at him again. His eyes were still on me, smile still glued to his face.

During my lunch, we somehow get on the topic of French again. Scott is still pretty quiet today. I know it can’t be me, because I noticed that he hasn’t been talking as much to Steve either. I don’t listen to their conversations anymore, but I can still hear if they’re talking, and I noticed a difference the past two days. I tell Scott I gotta go and he says, “Oh, am I boring you?”. “No, my lunch is over.” I wonder if he’s aware of himself being less talkative. I honestly don’t care, as long as I get to be around him. That’s all that matters to me.

During his lunch, I’m standing at the printer mouthing and dancing along to “Pierre” by Ryn Weaver. Scott comes walking over to make tea. I turn to Scott and stop. He’s smiling. “What are you listening to?”. “Ryn Weaver. The song is called Pierre. I started thinking about French again and it got stuck in my head.” A little while later, I’m walking toward the bathroom when I hear the back door open. I know it must be Scott coming in from his lunch, so I stop walking for a split second and then continue. As I’m turning toward the bathroom, he comes walking up and he grins at me when he sees me. 

At the end of the day, I go to his office to chat for a few minutes. The 2 new female engineers pass by to go into the warehouse with another engineer who is showing them around. Scott looks at them through his window, and I feel a surge of jealousy. I deduce later that he is just curious, as when he talks he seems like he is, but I can still feel an angry little beast clawing in my chest, breathing fire (thanks, Harry Potter, for this image from when you were jealous of Ginny with Dean). Both of the girls seem just a bit younger than me. I don’t think Scott has any interest in them, but nonetheless, it takes me a bit to actually believe this. He gets a phone call and Scott says how the woman who just called has recently got herself to the #1 spot of most annoying customers. I laugh and say I like how he has a list. I say bye and go to shut down and head to my car. When Scott comes out, I wave to him, and we leave about the same time. I can tell by the smile he gives me when he leaves that it’s still me he wants. The beast in my chest purrs.

I notice that when Scott changed his headlights, he put in a different color. Before, his headlights were a purplish color, and now they’re yellowish. There’s so much traffic on the way home that I don’t even notice where Scott is behind me. I bob in and out of cars and get out of a bit of a mess. As I’m about to get off my exit, I see a car with yellowish lights in the middle lane a little behind me, but I assume it isn’t Scott. When the car passes though, I see it is him. Usually whenever he passes me as I get off, he’s in the left lane, so he’s never passed me at such close proximity before.

Thursday - I’m actively busy in the morning, printing a lot, making my coffee, and then going in and out the warehouse twice to bring in paper for the printer. Scott comes in roughly 10 minutes later than usual, while I’m out in the warehouse, so I don’t get to greet him. Idk why, but some days when I miss greeting Scott in the morning, I’m okay with it, but other days I frantically look for ways to stay out of my cubicle to greet him. However, not long after, while I’m at the printer, Scott stops at the warehouse door before he goes out to say hey and ask me how I’m doing. I see him again when I come out of Joyce’s cubicle at the same exact time he comes out of his office. I feel very pretty today: I’m wearing a comfortable outfit and my hair is very straight. I can feel it blowing around me as I walk. Scott pretty much turns sideways as he walks straight ahead so that he can look at me and give me a little smile that I return back to him. We have this weird knack for exiting or entering our work spaces/area at the same exact time. It happens quite often. What also happens a lot is we will be in the bathroom at the same time or he will go literally within minutes of me getting back from the bathroom. I wish we would just collide one of these days, just so that I can at least have an excuse to be close to him, pressed against him. 

I go into Scott’s office during my lunch, and he’s back to his normal, talkative self today. I’m happy to see him in a better mood, and still can’t help but wonder if there was something that had been bothering him. I tell him I saw him pass me on the highway but didn’t know it was him till after he passed. Just like me, he had been weaving in and out of cars to get out of the mess. He tells me there was an accident by him this morning, which is why he was late. I love how he just tells me things like this now. It’s nice. I pull one of my hairs off my sweater and throw it onto the floor. I do this quite often when I’m in his office. “You probably have so many of my hairs on your floor.” He laughs and says how there’s all sorts of stuff on the floor probably, since the cleaning people don’t do anything but clean the bathroom (not even well) and change the trash bags. He tells me not to worry about it. “Oh, I don’t, that’s why I just-” and I make a motion as if I’m picking off another hair and dropping it to the floor. Scott laughs. He tells me he was able to move his stomach appointment up. He’s getting a scope done, just to check and make sure there’s nothing serious going on. He said he’s been gradually feeling better but he still wants to go just in case. He wasn’t supposed to go until the 26th, but he’s now going the 14th, a week from today. I’m happy he’s getting in early, though I hate days I don’t get to be around him. I tell myself it’s fine, I’ll just be able to read more during my lunch. It’s some sort of consolation, at least. I ask Scott if he minds me coming in to talk to him, and he says he doesn’t. I’ve wanted to ask this for awhile now, just to be sure, to ease my anxiety. I think he would be honest with me about that, so I feel better. We start talking about making the workday go by, and I tell him I often listen to podcasts while I work. He and Steve put on a sports talk show in the morning, which reminds me of something I’ve never mentioned. “Oh yeah! I always thought you guys were listening to Steve Wilkos in the morning and I would get confused like, ‘Why do they listen to Steve Wilkos?’”. Scott doesn’t know who he is, so I explain to him and open a youtube video so he can hear his voice. Scott immediately says the other guy’s name, Anthony something, and he agrees they sound similar. I think it’s really funny and crack up. 

Random tidbit, but I realized another connection about our birthdays. So his is 1/15 and mine is 10/15, so you just have to add a 0 to his to get mine. And if you add up the numbers of our birthdates consecutively, you get 27 (mine) and 28 (his). I know this is random, but I love noticing little things like this, not just with Scott, but things in general. 

I’m looking out the window, and the sky is pretty. The clouds are big and fluffy and moving slowly. Maybe a few minutes later, Scott is making his lunchtime tea. I tell him the sky looks pretty and he says he’ll have to look when he goes out. Whether he does or not, I don’t know.

Scott makes some tea again in the late afternoon. “Making tea again?”, I ask. “Yeah, I don’t really need it, just like it for the taste.” I tell him I have blueberry honey if he wants to try it, and he says he will. I open it for him since the lid is kind of sticky. He goes over to stand next to the printer, and when I walk up to him from my cubicle, we end up standing super close. I hand him the jar with my right hand and go to put my left arm around him, but catch myself in time for it to not be noticeable. Our fingers grazed as he took the honey from me. His hands feel as rough as they look, and I wish I could feel more of them. Scott slowly tips the honey and asks, “Like this?” I pause and then say, “Ummm...no, wait. I usually dip the uhhh stirrer in and then put that in my tea.” He goes and grabs 2 stirrers and comes back up next to me, standing just as close to me as before. He dips the stirrers in and asks if it’s too much. I laugh and say, “Yes, you don’t need that much, let it drip. It’s just a small cup of tea.”  I almost say, “You are so cute” as I’m standing there laughing. When I get so close to him, it’s really hard to restrain myself. I want nothing more right now than to wrap my arms around him. At the end of the day I ask him if he liked it, and he said he couldn’t taste the blueberry flavor, to which I respond, “Yeah, it works better in fruity teas cuz it enhances the flavor.” I tease him for almost pouring a bunch of honey into his cup. He laughs and says, “I don’t know, I never use honey”. God, he is the cutest fucking thing.

Friday - About 15 minutes before my lunch, I grab a pretzel at the receptionist desk. I like them warm, so I heat mine up in the microwae. Idk if Scott saw me when I grabbed a paper towel, but when I’m done heating my pretzel and walk back to my cubicle, Scott had been turned toward me. He wasn’t looking at me at first, but then he did when I got closer and gave me a small smile, which I returned.

When I go to talk to Scott on my lunch, he is still back to his normal self. I’m drinking aloe water and offer him some, but he said he had it one time and he thinks it upset his stomach. We get talking about different drinks: we both agree pulp and chunks are gross; I advise him never to have kombucha; and I tell him of my mixed feelings on a chia seed drink I had once. I ask him about his plans for the weekend and he says helping his brother-in-law install a toilet, but most likely he will be doing most of the work. I can feel the beast inside my chest raging now. I am only half-listening, though I am trying to calm myself. I automatically assume it’s his wife’s brother, though I don’t even know if she has a brother, and I don’t register when Scott mentions his nephew, so he was talking about his sister’s husband. I stare at Scott’s arm and have a strong yearning to gently glide my fingers up and down his forearm. I imagine what that would feel like at my fingertips, and how nice it would probably feel for him. I think that this is what finally calms me. He asks me my plans and I tell him probably seeing a friend I haven’t seen in awhile and also going to Barnes and Noble. Scott said he had been in B+N once, and I make some sort of face cuz he laughs and says I looked shocked. “No, I’m not shocked”, but I think maybe I am because how the hell do you go into the bookstore once?? He said he only goes there for the Fantasy Football magazine in September. I tell him I don’t always buy stuff, that I just like being around books, which for some reason makes him smile. When I mentioned my friend and used the pronoun “he”, Scott gave me a weird look, and I wonder if he had a jealous moment himself. I wasn’t trying to incite any jealousy or anything, was only being honest with him about my weekend. We talk without a break in the conversation for the rest of my lunch. He asks me if I’m permanent yet (I’m not, and Scott will probably be the first person I tell tbh); he jokes about how since he has so much vacation he could take like a month straight off, to which I reply “Steve would probably kill you”; he asks me a few things about being vegetarian; we get on the topic of accents and I mention how my one brother-in-law is from China and is hard to understand. Then it clicks that he must have been talking about his sister’s husband. 

I am at the printer when Scott returns from his lunch. I turn around and smile at him and he smiles back. I go into his office at the end of the day Friday like always. I had gone to the paper recycling bin and when I turned around, Scott turned his body toward me while still reading an email, and then turned his head to me a few seconds later as well. I was going to go in anyway. I ask him how the second half of his day has been and he says it picked up a bit. He has 2 chairs now sitting next to each other since Chris gave him an extra one, even though Scott doesn’t need them at all. I sit in the second chair, drape my legs over the middle arms where the chairs touch, and put my back up against his printer. Scott offers me his banana, which I accept. I make sure I grab it in a way where my fingers graze his :) I tell him I’m ready for bed and he’s like “what??”. I tell him how I think stuff has been catching up to me, all those times I barely slept. “I like to put on my headphones and dance around my place, and I used to always do this super late at night, like 10-11pm. I’m honestly surprised my neighbors beneath me never complained.” Scott is smiling. I do still dance, just now within reasonable hours. He asks me if I’m doing anything that night and I tell him I’m meeting my mom for dinner, and he asks me where. We start talking about high school for some reason. Our conversations somehow always end up on many different topics. I tell him, “If I don’t see you on the way out, have a nice weekend, Scott.” “Aight, you too, Dana.” He smiles at his screen and I turn around to say, “See you Monday.” Scott leaves before me somehow, yet again. As I walk outside, he is halfway in his car, and he breaks into a big grin when he sees me. He waves and I wave back. I love how he can’t help but show how happy he is when he sees me.

So yeah, these posts got really long again somehow. Idk, I just like documenting all our little moments, and I write them out at my second job on Sundays this way I don’t really have to give up any of my time at home, unless of course I don’t finish these at work. I wonder what Scott would think if he knew I wrote about him every week. Would he be freaked out or would it make him feel good? Idk. I should try to make these shorter again honestly; I mean, I don’t really go back and read them. Anyway, I do like getting to know Scott and developing a bond with him. Yeah, I do think about being affectionate with him a lot, but I still don’t know if that will ever happen. I do feel like he came into my life for a reason though, and that it will be a very long time before he leaves it.

#scott #personal

[random-fireworks]

What a wild J2 weekend

This post was written from my grave. I’m probably never going to recover from JIBCon 2017

First they flew to Rome together (okay that’s obviously expected but it’s always nice to know)

Opening ceremony: already a J2 hug (2:07 in the vid) and casually resting their arms on each other’s shoulder like a cute couple (1:31 and 4:53)

First panel (video part one, part two, part three):

Jared playing with Jensen’s jeans’ holes throughout the panel (tweet, gif, gif)

Jensen patting Jared for no reason but okay (4:30 into part 1)

Jensen can’t take his eyes off Jared before the last round of Rock-paper-scissors (no wonder he lost) (video, gif)

Butt slap (video, gif)

Talking again about the time they were mistaken for a couple when they asked for a room just for a few hours back in season 1 (end of part 1 and beginning of part 2) (I wonder what Jensen’s thinking about there; he’s reminiscing, judging by the way his eyes move but at the end...I don’t know, there’s something there (or maybe he just was really tired, Idk)) (gif)

Jared serving his man a drink (gif)

Then Jensen who doesn’t do his solo panel but joins Jared’s instead (Do we have an official explanation for this? Or is it that Jensen just wanted to have a panel with his boy since he hadn’t in the morning? (My money is on the second explanation))

Second panel (HD in 3 parts, here): 

Jensen said “Hey Jared” EIGHT FREAKING TIMES throughout the panel (You can’t do cuter than that; I’m seriously not over it yet) (gifset)

Jensen using the excuse of a magic trick to run his hand through Jared’s hair (picture, gif, other gif, beautiful fan art)

Jared sitting on Jensen’s knees NBD (I still don’t understand why) (gif)

Bringing their chair closer (they don’t even try to hide that anymore) (3:07 into part 1)

“Hey Jared...” “Hey Jensen” (3:09 into part 1)

Jensen taking a hair off Jared’s chin (gif)

More secret conversation uwu (6:26 into part 1)

(I’m probably reading too much into it, this is just an impression, but when Jared talks about Heart, before Jensen goes all sarcastic, he’s like ‘Season two?’ and there’s this brief moment where he stares at Jared and now the video is a little shaky but it’s like he’s sad and bewildered and can’t believe that Jared has to go back to season 2 to find something that he was proud of. But I don’t know, it’s maybe just me.)

Jensen once again praising Jared for his performance as Lucifer in The End and Jared being all shy about it and patting Jensen to thank him (9:07 into part 1)

Their beautiful, proud answer to the fan asking about their friendship (Jared: “I love being able to experience this cool life with somebody.” Jensen: “It’s a real connection with another human being that is rare and it’s cool and great and I’m glad that he’s in my life”) (+ bonus point for Jared patting Jensen’s chest several times) (gif, Jared’s entire answer, Jensen’s entire answer)

(Jensen kinda stares at Jared while the latter is taking his jacket off but the video doesn’t enable us to see his expression so I don’t know (11:30 into part 2))

Some more secret conversation (12:49 into part 2)

“Hey Jared. Come here and sing something for me.” and this whole moment where Jensen plays the guitar (Free Falling, I think it is?) while waiting for his boy to sing with a look of pure adoration and gentleness in his eyes

Jared casually pressing the “Surprise” card on Jensen’s crotch while Jensen just continues to smile and play, without even flinching (gif)

That little moment at the end, when Jensen plays another melody (after a “Hey Jared”, of course) to get Jared to sing. It’s obviously a special song for the both of them (after very thorough investigation, my money is definitely on Sweet Home Alabama), just look at how emotional and focused Jared gets when he hears the first notes

Jared keeps staring at Jensen loooong after he’s finished talking (6-7 seconds, that’s a long stare)

Another butt slap because why not

A lot of back and forth between the two of them during the auto sessions, including: 

Jared resting his chin on Jensen’s shoulder (tweet)

Jensen rubbing Jared’s shoulder (post)

Convo with the fam (tweets)

Date night on Saturday

Jared’s panel: Jensen is saved as “Jack” on Jared’s phone (tweet)

Jensen’s panel:

Jensen woke up Jared in the morning (video)

Jensen says that he and Jared only take advice from each other when it comes to play Sam and Dean

Misha and Jensen’s panel:

Jensen sharing what Jared taught him (video, transcript of video)

The hug we didn’t see when Jensen got emotional after he had met a fan who had completed the 50 hours of training to be a volunteer for the crisis help line (tweets, transcript, gif)

Closing ceremony: As said by sammyhale, it was probably Jared who cut Misha and Jensen’s panel short because he saw how emo Jensen was and by the look of Jared in this picture you can tell that he cares about his man

Jared grabbing Jensen’s hip as he passes behind him (gif)

Pointing to each other as they sing Carry On Wayward Son, followed by THE HUG with Jensen not wanting to let go and singing “Don’t you cry no more” while he’s hugging Jared and cradling his head (video, another video, gif, another gif, and a third one because I’m trash, picture, another picture)

Sitting next to each other as they leave the convention (tweet)

Concert:

Jensen points to Jared and says “I see you”, followed by a cute little smile (video, gif)

Jensen looks at Jared several times while he sings Simple Man (including when he says “You’ll find love” and “You can do this baby if you try”) (video)

Jensen points at Jared while singing “Brother let me be your fortress” (tweet, tweet, gif, video)

Secret hug after Jensen sang (for Jared) (tweet)

Secret whispers with smiling faces after Jensen sang (gif, video)

Jensen trying to get Jared to sing near the mic and preventing him from tripping over a guitar during Come Together (video)

Jensen so happy to see his boy singing on stage (picture)

That’s it, the master list of the interactions J2 had this weekend (that we know of)! I think I didn’t miss anything (if yes, feel free to add). I didn’t include all the touches and the heart-eyes because it would have been waaaay too long and we’re used to it anyway ;) So now if someone asks you why the hell we’re all freaking out about JIB8, you can link them to this post. You’re welcome ;)

Special thanks to @mooseintheocean, @nothingidputbeforeyou and @maspwinj2 for the gifs, posts and info! It’s always a pleasure to fangirl with you :)

#J2 #RPS #Tinhat #JIBCon 2017 #Master post #Original post #Alright now I'm gonna go bury myself properly #Sorry it took so long to make but #There was so much material to work from #Even had new info Tuesday afternoon #That was awesome! #A lot of work but I had so much fun #And I needed to make this post #This con will be remembered as one of the best #We needed a post like this I think

[fuurin-senpai]

long and not-well-organised notes about a twins!Eggsy&Teddy AU

So my hc for Teddy is that he’s attracted to violence – the more uninhibited, the more it appeals to him. But Eggsy is attracted to power – controlled power, exerted with reason. It doesn’t need to be the best of reasons (cough Harry beating up a bunch of thugs coz he felt like it) but there has to be some form of reason, unlike Dean’s unreasonable anger.

Teddy likes unrestrained, unleashed power.

Eggsy likes channeled, controlled power.

Teddy really doesn’t put up with Dean’s shit very well, keeps getting into fights but is terribly outnumbered, etc. Eggsy has been worried about Teddy for a long time, because what people don’t realise is that Teddy is a lot more dangerous than he seems. His moral compass is skewed in a different way, and he isn’t afraid of the same things other people are.

Violence doesn’t faze him. killing doesn’t faze him.

For Eggsy, violence without reason is something he deeply hates, and killing is only fine for people who are against his moral code or in the way of a greater objective (eg. Chester King, Gazelle, Valentine, other people who got headsploded).

Teddy wouldn’t hurt someone he cares about (eg. Eggsy, Ron, Reg, Michelle). But other people… he doesn’t care much. 

I think Eggsy wants his violence to be rationalised because he doesn’t want to become what he hates/fears – and also because someone needs to be able to keep a logical head between himself and his twin, because otherwise Teddy would’ve gotten himself killed a loooong time ago, probably, or locked up.

Eggsy is probably relieved when he finds out Teddy ran into the Kray twins, and that Teddy was very taken with them, because he knows it’s just a matter of time before something big happens and Teddy gets caught up in it and/or Teddy gets sent to prison or something.

And since Teddy can’t change who he is, especially not with their current home life, it’s for the best if he can at least find people who can help him, maybe protect him, and let him be free (or at least more free than he currently is).

If Teddy gets sent to prison Eggsy would just call the number on the medal, so I suppose he is successful in keeping Teddy out of too much trouble until Teddy runs off with the Krays.

OKAY NOW WE CAN MOVE ON TO THE (rough ideas about) THE STORYLINE.

There’s a lot of shit going down post-Vday, and it looks like it mainly has to do with the Krays. Kingsman investigates, bla bla bla wtf Eggsy has a twin, bla bla bla conflicted loyalties, doubt, angst, etc. 

Eggsy is very determined to be involved with the investigation into the Krays and Kingsman kind of has to let him, because he’s their best shot at getting close. But they also keep a close eye on things.

Thing is, Kingsman doesn’t intervene unless it’s a huuuuge threat, or unless nobody else is up to the job. I mean, MI6 and Scotland Yard etc also exist, and have jobs to do. And maybe Harry isn’t back yet, but even if he is, Eggsy’s position in Kingsman is still a little shaky so Harry and Merlin can’t afford to have it look like they doubt his allegiance.

I mean, the biggest problem with undying loyalty is when you’re loyal to two sides that may come into conflict. Eggsy’s never grassed anyone up. But he is also a Kingsman agent now. What to do?

And Eggsy has a gut feeling, maybe, that there’s more to things than what appears on the surface. He did ask Teddy to promise not to get into trouble unless he can get himself out, after all, when they separated. 

Teddy wouldn’t break a promise, not to him.

Even if he is mad and sometimes capricious and he doesn’t see the world the way most people do, his brother is still his brother. 

I think there’s actually bigger fish hiding behind the Krays, making it look like the Krays are the biggest fish. (CRAYFISH HAHA)

Scotland Yard has been keeping the Krays in check for some time (not very well, but just well enough that nothing too big happens)

And like, with modern meds, maybe Ron’s doing a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit better. m a y b e. He can still refuse to take them, so there’s no magical solution to any of that. It’s always going to be something they have to deal with.

So like. Eggsy contacts Teddy. maybe gets a meeting with the Krays, Hangs out for some days? 

And like. Idk. I have this idea, that instead of going as “chav”!Eggsy he goes as gentleman!Eggsy

Maybe because he knows Teddy, and Teddy knows him, and it’d be extra suspicious if he shows up in his former state.

Like – Eggsy as Teddy knew him, wouldn’t go randomly seeking out the Krays. By making it obvious that he has an agenda, but not telling the truth on what the agenda is, people are actually less suspicious, or at least not suspicious in the right directions.

I had this idea for what Eggsy’s cover story could be, and it’s basically a bunch of partial truths. I’m guessing Kingsman probably has several different aliases for the organisation itself, so Eggsy pretends he’s working for a… mercenary organisation? Which isn’t entirely untrue, since Kingsman is independent and all. He basically says killed their former leader for being a traitor so right now the organisation isn’t sure what to do with him – which is also technically kind of true.

On one hand, he did them a huge favour by exposing the treachery. On the other hand, he did that while he wasn’t a formal member or anything so he’s still an unknown in a sense, possibly a threat, but also a great asset and they don’t want to lose that (or worse, have him turn against them).

When asked about how he got recruited, Eggsy would probably give a cheeky as hell answer like… he slept with one of their members, or something along those lines.

(Harry was rather unwisely drinking tea while watching the video feed of this conversation)

Or, he says he must’ve made an ~*~impression~*~ but insinuates - quite blatantly, too - that there was sex involved. and he does it so convincingly that even Merlin looks at Harry for a moment and tries to figure out the probability of that.

And Harry is just. coughing very loudly.

ANYWAY, MOVING ON.

The Krays obviously want to test Eggsy, see what he’s made of and all that. Maybe they arrange an encounter with Dean (and thugs?). And Teddy’s all ready to go, to beat up the scum who made his earlier years unpleasant and indirectly forced him to be separated from his brother. But Eggsy steps forward, places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Teddy looks at him for a moment, then smiles and steps back. 

Teddy steps back, Eggsy steps forward, smiling his murder smile. And Teddy’s eyes are alight, eager, almost feverish, because the first time he fell in love wasn’t with Ron, but with Eggsy. The furious, violent, ruthless Eggsy he saw during their teenage years, after Teddy nearly got killed by a large group of thugs.

But that part of Eggsy is always so deeply concealed, dormant, that he knows Eggsy can’t and won’t give him the violence he craves to watch and partake in.

Which is why he loves Eggsy, but he later went with Ron.

Okay so. Eggsy does some terrifying violence, to Dean and goons, like Vino and Ladd Russo from Baccano. Quite possibly torture too? Things that make even Merlin and Harry wince.Teddy is ecstatic, Ron is pleased and intrigued.

Teddy, watching it, feels like this is as good as / way better than sex (huehuehue)

Also, I headcanon that Eggsy, when he’s murderous AND violent, fights just like Vino - acrobatic, ruthless, graceful, vicious… because yes please. And Teddy’s usually more inclined towards Ladd Russo’s style - straight out brutality. 

Eggsy, in a non-murderous setting, fights more like Firo Prochainezo - still very agile and all, but more playful, more about having fun and using his skills than about blood and gore and violence

Eggsy, in full gentleman spy mode, is more like Luck Gandor - smiling enigmatically, calm and composed, speaking in a sophisticated manner, but far more ruthless.

He heavily emulates Harry in his gentleman spy mode, although his irreverence is more towards cheekiness and Harry’s is towards, idk, being a little shit ayyy.

Harry likes to give unpleasant surprises (aka dreadful shocks) to people he doesn’t like (cough cough “Hail Satan”).

Also uhmmmm…

After Eggsy finishes going full Vino on Dean&co, he turns and gives that same smile + head tilt he gave Gazelle after she realised she got hit by the shoe blade. Teddy’s probably going to jump on him at this point and, idk, do whatever it is that Teddy does when he’s very pleased >:3

Idk how much twincest Ron is okay with regarding Eggsy and Teddy, but… 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(But I think ultimately the twins (Eggsy and Teddy) will still split, but it will be on amiable terms, and they’ll go with their respective boyfriends. Eggsy and Harry aren’t together yet so Harry feels conflicted but not betrayed or anything, just… wishing Eggsy could be back and with him.)

Okay so, Eggsy shows off and lets off some steam, everyone is suitably impressed, Teddy is overly impressed…….. plot stuff happens but in the end Eggsy confirms his suspicions that there’s bigger fish for Kingsman to fry and they’re using the Krays as a front because the Krays are far from squeaky-clean anyway.

And idk, maybe the real opponent is similar to Moriarty. It’ll probably end up being a situation where Kingsman has bigger fish to fry and kind of needs some help (or at least no interference) from the Krays due to still being short-handed after vday, and in the end they establish a sort of truce. if the Krays don’t go too far and maybe occasionally help Kingsman, Kingsman will leave them be?

And like. Eggsy and Teddy meet up for tea or something, on a semi-regular basis.

Also I think Eggsy will have a moment of understanding with Reg, because they’re very much in the same boat. Eggsy has been his brother’s keeper for so many years, and in a sense he still is. Reg is much the same. 

I liked how the bond between Reg and Ron was shown in the movie. like, even though Ron has done a lot of things that are driving Reg crazy, Reg still cares a lot about him, and would rather see the Firm fail than let Ron be locked up or “dealt with”.

#kingsman #legend #eggsy unwin #teddy smith #twinsverse #huehuehuehuehuehue #meta:Kingsman #meta:legend