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themagnusbane · 1 year

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GAP The Series Episode 8 Thoughts

I was out of my house for an engagement all of yesterday, and wasn't able to watch and react to this, when it dropped. Which is why y'all are getting my thoughts quite late. BUT, LET IT NOT BE SAID THAT I DIDN'T HAVE MY SAPPHICS KISSING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE EVENT!!! Why do I have to be a functioning human, when I can just spend all day, lazing in bed and imagining that I was in this show and Tee was mine?????????????????

Anyway, on to my reaction.

Awwwww. And we're starting with that, hands-shaking-knees-knocking-breath-catching nervousness when you're in bed with your crush and your brain is scrambling with all the emotions!!!!! I really love how that nervous excitement is portrayed differently on both Sam and Mon. I AM SQUEALING like a fucking pig!!!

2. Wait hold up. So when she meant "let's go to bed" she really meant "let's go to bed?" Sam. Honey. There's a big bed. Right there? And you're with your crush!! She's lying right there! Soft and clean and wrapped in your sheets... BEDS ARE NOT ONLY MEANT FOR SLEEPING!!!!!

3. Sam inhaling Mon's scent is the most sensual thing I have ever seen. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

4. Wait. Wait. WAIT!!!!!! What in the edging nonsense is this??? Sam, what do you mean by you're going to bed. That can't be all. YOU BETTER COME FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED! Jesus. This woman. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MON AND ME???? You can'y have us hot and bothered and just stop. What the fuck?????

5. I am Mon's frustrated "tch" sound. I feel you Mon. I feel you. The audacity of her sexy ass. And the fact that she actually slept? THE NERVE!

6. Okay. That squeak at the screen is funny af. But also, I'm just noticing her nails. Sam, girl. I hope you weren't planning on putting those nails, with all 'dem stones inside my baby girl Mon. Cuz, hell to the NO! Where is your lesbian etiquette??? Get your nails in order!!! Santana taught you better than that!

7. Of all the things to be watching right now... Lions fucking? Seriously? THIS SHOW IS A FUCKING RIOT!!!!

8. Hehehehehehe. Mon is totally fucking with her. She KNEW what "Do it" meant, and totally decided to misunderstand it as wanting to pray instead. And you know what? Girl, I support you. Sam left you all hot and bothered, all night long. Let your inner brat shine!!!!!

9. Mon is giving you so many chances to just say it. Tell her you want to fuck her Sam. She wants it. You want it. WE ALL WANT IT!!!

10. Urgh! Kirk's back with his heterosexual bullshit. Boy, she's not going through with firing Mon, not because of your ass. But because that's her girl, and of course she wasn't going to fire her anyway. Sam is NOT interested in marrying you. EVERYONE can see it. Except maybe you. And her witch of a grandmother. Urgh! Future bride my ass.

11. Gghghghhjghjghjghjg. Chin and Yha are TOTALLY acting suspicious. Why do I get the feeling that both of them are dating as well. Rofl.

12. The hilarity of everyone assuming that Kirk and Mon are secretly dating behind Sam's back, and not realizing that it's Sam and Mon that are secretly dating behind Kirk's back. The drama of this whole scene is sending me!!!

13. Sam's coworkers: Ooooh Kirk must be messaging her to flirt with her.

Me, who knows it's Sam sending Mon all the kissing emojis and begging her not to be angry anymore:

14. Sam's friends are me! I am Sam's friends!!! See their excitement as Mon starts to describe their night together. I'm waiting for the "THAT's IT?????!" screech that would rightfully follow when she's done, cuz THAT IS HOW I FELT TOO!!!!

15. Jim's "OMG. I'm about to go crazy here" is making me feel so seen! Girl, you are about to go crazy, from just hearing about it. Imagine how I felt! I was watching the stupidity in real time!! Sam and her sexually frustrating ass!!

16. Give her ALL the advice Tee. Look at my queen Tee. She's holding court and laying down the law. "You don't have to top her, but be receptive." A FUCKING QUEEN!!! Tee. Mommy. Goddess. Top me. Please. I'm begging you. I'm begging you. I'm on my knees!!!!

17. Did Sam just tell Mon "to eat with you"? Cuz, it looks more "to eat you", if you ask me. And with Sam's smirk, and Mon's gulp, I think I'm right. Hehehehehe. I swear, if there isn't at the very least, some heavy petting in this office, I will riot!

18. Sam's "girl I was about to do a lady and the tramp re-enactment of the spaghetti scene, and you blew me off" frustrated huffs are sending me!!! And you can't even complain about that Khun Sam. Now you know how it feels!!!

19. She's adorable!!! She actually watched movies as research!! Sam my beloved queen.

20. The kisses. All that tongue. ALL THAT TONGUE!!! The hands on Mon's thigh. The "let me do it". The touching and kissing, and walking backwards, and kissing more against the stairs.... I am dead. Deceased. Dead and buried!!! Ghhjgjhghjghjghjghjghjghjghjghjghjhjg.

21. Did they just include a nosebleed in this??? I'm dead! I'm fucking dead! OMG!!!! Gghjghjgjhgjhgjhgjhjhg. This show is the best!!!! Rofl!!!

22. I love LOVE how they both called their individual friends to ask them about sex, when we both know their respective friends are actually already in their very own relationship. Hell, I won't be surprised if Tee and Yuki have already had sex. Tee's too smooth to keep a girl horny and frustrated. You know what? Good on Sam for asking Tee for advice. She and I KNOW THAT TEE'S GOT GAME!!!

23. Also, shout out to Yuki for knowing all about women having sex with other women!! Aaaaaaaand this totally confirms that she's been having sex with Tee. I can feel it in my bones!!!

24. Sam and Mon being oblivious to Jim bringing them whiskey to help them get out of their own heads and on to fucking each other, is making me laugh so hard. Jim, beloved. You are a service to sapphics EVERYWHERE!!! I am so sorry that your friend is a dumbass and her girlfriend is just as clueless.

25. FINALLY!!! SOMEONE SAID IT! Shout out to Jim, the patron saint of the lesbians!!! She finally mentioned the nails!!! I was wondering when Sam was going to realize it! Thank the fuck!!!

26. The way I was screaming in frustration at Mon stopping Sam from continuing. Like girl!!! We have been waiting FOREVER!!! But her asking that all important question makes so much sense. Sam is still engage to Kirk the heterosexual ideal, and it isn't fair to him or Mon for Sam to basically be playing them both. Now I know Sam has promised to break up with Kirk after she and Mon have sex, but you know what? I'm not holding my breath. Between Kirk and her grandmother, I don't see Sam being able to successfully end it, and that is going to cause my baby girl Mon, so much pain.

27. Baby's first orgasm. I am so proud. I'm crying. That was so hot. And so beautiful. Freen and Becky really did that. THEY DID THAT! You both did so good!!!

28. Yooooo!!! They actually finished the entire bottle of scotch. Wow! Just wow!!

29. Mon's satisfied "I got ate out for hours" smile is making me so damn happy. You go girlfriend!! You got the girl, the orgasms and that glow!!! Here is hoping we get many more of these before we are hit with the pain!

30. Fggjhghjghjghjghjghj. Sam's friends are the BEST. I repeat. THEY ARE THE BEST!!!!

31. Sam's giddy, "I did it with Mon" Facebook post, and smile. This episode has me giddy with ALL THE JOY!!! SO much joy!!!!

32. Look at them making out in the office. I love it for them! But they are sooooo going to get caught. But damn. Since Sam's gotten a taste of our girl, she just can't stop kissing her!!! And you know what? Valid! Absolutely valid.

33. Mon sweetheart. You're such a good egg. Look at you being so concerned about Kirk. You know he's not going to extend that same concern to you if he was in your shoes, right?

34. I knew it. I knew it. This thing with all three of them being on Facebook, and Sam, posting everything with such glee is going to come and bite them in the ass. Kirk might be a backstabbing twat, but he isn't stupid. He's going to figure it out soon. Best break up with him soon Sam.

35. Damn. Her coworkers really have spun this false narrative about Mon dating Kirk and that being the reason why she was fired. They have no idea that the truth is so much weirder than fiction.

36. Sam. Honey. What are you doing??? How can you even believe that Mon would do that that? You know her! Yes, I know it's your insecurities and fears acting up, but you know her!!! You know better than to do this??? You can't take all this shit that you're saying back. Why are you hurting your girl like this?

37. Aaaaaand of course Kirk is here to make everything worse. Boy, did you not hear her say that people at work saw you talking with her and holding her hands, and now assume that you both together? Why are you STILL talking to her and holding her hands???? Let her go, and go sort out your own problems. Urgh!!!!

38. Sam. Sam. Sam. Why? Just... why? Fuck.

39. Aaaaaand of course. Nop is just right there. Didn't she tell you she's not interested in you? When will you get a fucking clue? She's not interested Nop. Be a friend in this moment. That's all she needs.

40. Look at my baby girl crying. I should have known that all that joy in this episode was lulling me into a false sense of complacency. Now look. Mon and I are both crying. Sam why???????

41. You know, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Sam girl, Nop is right. WHY ARE YOU SO INTENT ON BREAKING YOUR GIRL??? WHAT THE FUCK?!!! Now you're implying that she's hopping from man to man? Mon. Slap her. Slap her. Just hit her straight in the face. WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!!

42. Oh no you don't. You have ZERO right to be crying right now Sam. None. ZERO. NONE!!!

Urgh!! Why??? Why couldn't we just get an entire episode filled with happiness? Don't I deserve good things? Don't we all?!!!! I swear, if episode 9 doesn't start with Sam on her knees begging, I AM GOING TO RIOT!! Y'all have a week to fix this. FIX IT!!!

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incarnateirony · 1 month

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True frustration is, the whole, not knowing what we don't know remains eternal, and I suspect that goes All The Way To The Top.

When I first made the thing that became a work beyond its plans, it was, haha, funny idea guys, that would be hella irresponsible. But I knew in theory how to do it, and I did the thing, and then things kept getting weirder. And weirder. And even post breakup, weirder yet, until it became an express shipment to get it out of my house before I dropped dead, caused a bunch of incidents on the west coast, whatever. You know. There's a jar in a box in a hole under a nuclear reactor at the bottom of the sea o/~

Cuz boy did that go. Way out of hand. Like. "Someone ran into the ocean in a full atmospheric current being chased by the storm itself and didn't even get wet because they were trying to hold the sun until they let go" kind of. Out of hand.

I knew certain planetary squares would wash it out to distribute it, I knew the weather got weird, I just. You know. I knew. Weird. But I kinda tried to let it pass and keep going forward in my life, even if my brain was getting real itchy with funny notes and songs.

I had other reasons than this, at first, to step away, except really no they weren't different in retrospect. TLDR without being clear, I got a bunch of good friends in good places to ferry messages and do certain work that would be helpful without me having to be direct on site. But I didn't want to risk the jobs of people close to me, so being an active leaker was just a no go, and so the video posts started, but people weren't very good at reading what those were for, and sometimes, the same one could have multiple meanings.

And then my wall exploded with bullets and that story is, literally old hat. A thousand angles, some third person, confusion, no sensible timeline of any of it, but I'm Still Here, even if it was suddenly under a desk quantum processing survival.

That was something I really had to take a week to process through all of. Less the idea of mortality--part OF letting go of the work was already sort of accepting a spiritual death, centering, letting old stuff go, hell, hence even trying to walk away from fandom. Another nother nother reason. Like stay in contact with friends, check in, but I'm sure you notice I distanced myself and involvement. There were just. Manifold reasons.

Part of "actually facing your shadow once you scramble together the ten thousand parts of wtf happened, no, I don't want to fkin talk about it" probably fell into that too. In most ways I had already put it to bed. I didn't understand why it was still there but I still took it on for the whole. And speaking of scrambling things together, I now laugh at looking at the sky yelling "I hear you god" at my youtube starting and ending at the ticking of my clock being dependant on where I sat when the bullets flew, knocked out the net, and even when it came back on. HAH.

Since then I mostly ran my games, and goodness, Zenthus was loud. Loud loud. Loud enough he showed up as brainrot to John and 2 and some old friends all at once to invite me back right after the shooting. Loud enough people started having dreams about him loud. Mastering my 20+ years of GMed settings into one piece loud. More poetic and artful than he had ever been. Fucking. LOUD. The same voice but stronger than ever, delivering the philosophy that players ran through like living mythology, starting thinking they could doorkick through and crying by the end at the meaning of their own life kind of. LOUD.

And that's just where I was. Writing spins and cycles and prequels and sequels and minding my shit, even if by then I knew things were a little screwy. And then along comes my fucking ex, and I start realizing why this shit is all getting profoundly rattled, but I just lock it down. Zenthus has been put to bed, after all. Kion now rules the Xorvintaal from the Moment. Ignore her. She will stop.

But she didn't, wouldn't, can't. Corban could say he wasn't interested in the drama, and she would wait, try again, try the next DM box. All so inattentive about actual people that she kept walking right past the man, John, she was looking for, in multiple servers, because she never actually cared about John, it was never actually about that. It was about this crazy dumb addiction.

Over time you start kinda... piecing it together, what it's like once you, well, crossed without crossing. Things really are different. But I wasn't going to bulldoze forward to be some on high ruling magus or something. I just wanted to keep being me, because I like it here. So notes and pings and funny bits; skills I'd thought I'd mastered used to run in the in between and collect data, or know where to look for things, sure. But eventually even that I shut down on because I started realizing things were pulling on me, you know?

I just wanted to keep my hat and mask on and keep on being me, but there is a vampire that both refuses to understand what that means and accept it. So after this, all of this, Betrayal Reload sends their own messages. I'm messaging myself. I'm messaging everywhere. And like I said at the start, "GIRL, I CAN'T EVEN KEEP UP WITH HOW FAST YOU'RE FUCKING UP IN HOW MANY POTENTIAL TIMELINES", and like, I Was Not Kidding.

There's no fuckin. Map or handbook to this part of it. I know the theory that makes me what I am, I know the science that makes it work, I know the craft of what I do, but just like the first time I made a Funnyman Destiel Brainrot jar I "knew it'd work", seeing it in motion or handling it is something else.

I'm currently kind of in that situation, but like. Way bigger. There's a jar in a box under a nuclear reactor in a hole in the bottom of the sea and we're at the big game in tartarus in the xorvintaal in fortnite with guns, or whatever, and my head hurts, because now we're also in the eras tour reliving everything, and I understand why she used to see me haunting her, and mess. Fucking. Mess. But hey. Trickster, I guess.

The whole point is that everyone is made of starstuff soulstuff, even the gods, and many of them were great men with legacies, which become a sort of ancestral memory. Most of the Hermes originated quadrant is different. Many never had past lives that transmigrated but start at zero and are shepherded towards the universe, few finish in one cycle. People can retry, but they gotta break down their stuff, and it's even harder then, and so on. But everyone's kinda got their own legacy they can be the peak of in their time, but it's about Working, and Being, and being In The Moment. All that stuff.

So when this woman keeps acting like I'm trying to take away all her magical toys, the only magical toy I'm taking away from her is myself, one she incentivized and used the same forceful manipulative style to never let my accept by best self, and keep it shoved and disassociated in a box for her, and all of that. And she just can't grasp that like. Hermes Real, girl. Hermes not your plaything. I am only partially Hermes. He lived through me but I made Me. And it's so disrespectful to us both to keep screaming for your right to fuck it up and bob on me, specifically, with a cult.

This isn't even a complicated fucking idea, even. Christians have their own version of this, where like, if you don't fuck off, you reunite with god in the end as one, but still independent, even if you're at the throne. It's the same fucking thing, it's just Hermes path teaches a rare and (un)lucky few how to sometimes still be on planet earth at the same time, and that's what's motherfucking going on, and she won't stop shaking the box.

You have your own game lobby. You are not in this one, and never were, and we both know that, but there's so much lies, deceit; shadow--she's built her whole life to an altar of it while refusing an actual path. Any path, not even just the hermetic path. She just flips around a few things, googles something, and staples in a new interest then, as she says, brings a few candles and oreos two times a week to talk to the shadow she shelved in her head, and doesn't understand why she can never materialize anything or transit meaningful data.

Girl you do not go here. You in fact refuse to go here. But you refuse to go motherfuckin anywhere, and keep shoving my water in your pot to try to make you full, and I and he and nice old man in greece and motherfuckin everyone are motherfucking over it, because you've been doing it for a long time, but never to the point of becoming this crackbear movie to watch spin out, and there's a certain point it's a mercy to put an animal down if it only continues to hurt itself and get worse, and until she develops an identity not leaned on lies and my shadows, really that's all I can see her as. Just a thoughtless cocaine bear attacking random brothers next to me that acts offended she's about to get fucking put down for it.

She knows by now. She may not fully grok, but she knows. So Here I Am, on the honkai star rail, taking this crazy train to an end. And still, she refuses, thinking she can reblog argue her way out of the continuity of the last month or two, just disassociating events as much as names or thoughts, everything random nothing means anything supposed priestess of messengers can't read a single motherfucking sign right down to her caged too fast spicy messenger pigeon that isn't actually a fucking dove. She has a punk fucking attitude. Shea's plan is to break that bird's spirit too.

Or like Luna getting sick when I warned, for the reasons I warned. Given, there are a lot of things I never expected to be so literal. Like crossing or akasha or halls of reflection or any of that. Or all my old shit tying in to be crystal clear to me in hindsight like, oh. Right. I was always here. We are always here in the moment, choosing and deciding, but I didn't think I was literally always motherfucking. Here. And that's why everyone thinks trickster gods like mountain dew I fuckin GUESS????

Henry laying an egg still got me good. Bitch i thought the last one would be metaphor when I asked if you wanted me to give you a hard boiled reaper egg. Girl I'm still waiting for you to say sike. Since you won't accept my face and name, I'm henry, I'm tired, I think you're a piece of crap person, and a bad bird parent, and apparently I laid a fucking egg, and that's where I'm sitting at in my life journey right now, while she unironically argues about not putting the wrong water in the wrong pot pretending she does not fucking grok what I am saying.

I still only have half an idea what the fuck I'm doing. Again, I never intended to be playing on this motherfucking level. I'm plankton speedrunning rebirth attacking the superbowl but I never thought I'd get this far. Iun fucking know. I can Know all I think I know about the virtuality of all this and still shit bricks while waking up and seeing Henry laid an egg. Say sike.

No girl. Deadass. It's over. Go away. Leave everyone alone. You are genuinely fucking it up for other humans in this spiritual game lobby that aren't as far along as I am. I'm doing this shit to wipe you out if you refuse to adapt to help everyone. It's time to move on. No more busting the Empty out into everybody's Heaven just to leech my shadowy waters into your empty cup any time you need to get wet, we ain't doing this forever, maam, absolutely not. You have your own motherfucking water, but Atohallan is frozen and you're doing that deer in the headlights doorknob shit across tiers of time, still.

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I may call myself, jokingly, little beetle bro since you insist on getting me fucked up with his S7, or are baffled that he gives me my own car to drive without surrender or disassociation, but like. Right now. In this cycle. It's my time to be big brother and you are REALLY fucking it up for my little brothers right now.

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years

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Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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Anon Request: heyyy! so like i LOVED the haikyuu x thick black gf, do you think you could do it for the generations of miracles too? if that’s a lot maybe just akashi because i love that man

A/N: Here it is, anon! And I did all of them for you, so I hope you like it! (and yes it is 2 am)

Word Count: 2.5k

Haikyuu!! version here and here!

》Poor baby would be overwhelmed

》He wouldn't know what to do lmfao, and he probably be a stuttering mess when he first meets you

》He's probably nervous to touch you at first because he doesn't really know where to start and because there's so much of you

》But once he gets comfortable enough, he always wants you on top of him or on him in some way shape or form

》He always denies you when you think you might crush him because he really loves the weight of you on him, and he probably prefers to be the little spoon

》I feel like he's not big on getting head, but when you do, he feels like his life has changed

》It feels so good, he doesn't know what to do or where to go lmfao, so he just ends up squirming a ton, the moans he's making completely out of his control

》His body definitely feels like jelly when he cums, and he probably won't move for a while lmfao

》Now when he goes down on you? He was mesmerized by how much slick you had produced and all you guys had done was made out

》He'll just lay there between your legs, gripping your thighs tightly when you squirm under his gaze, but he can't help but watch

》He'll play with your nipples, run his fingers just shy of touching you where you want him just to see if you'll get even wetter

》And when he finally tastes you, he wonders why he wasn't doing this sooner, and you don't think you've seen him move with such enthusiasm off the court before

》He's moaning into your folds, his hands digging into your thighs as he eats you out with more fervor

》In that moment in time, he was content with staying in between your legs for the rest of his life

》But then you finally slept together, and he really thought that the air had been snatched from his lungs

》He can barely last long when he slides in, and he doesn't even move when he bottoms out lmfao, he just rests his face in your neck

》His hands are just scrambling and grabbing all over your body as he tries to stop himself from cumming and he hasn't even moved yet

》He obviously doesn't last long 💀 but he makes sure he cums, and the moment he slides out, he's out like a light lmfao

》And he definitely goes and buys you a ring the next day

》Fangirls, who? Mans forgets them the moment his eyes land on you

》Like seriously, he literally ignores them and only talks to you, walking right past them, and he probably doesn't realize that they're standing there

》Your boobs are definitely his favorite part of you, he'll lay on them, touch them, squeeze them, doesn't matter, his hands are always on them

》He's eccentric in public, but the moment you go down on him, he's nothing but a stuttering mess, moans and whimpers the only thing coming from him

》It literally takes everything in him to not buck up into your mouth, which feels like heaven,

》Puts a hand on your head to try and ground himself because he definitely feels like he's floating

》When he cums, the world seems to just disappear, and you have to rub over his face to make sure he's okay because he hasn't moved in a while

》And after you've made him feel spineless, it's only right for him to return the favor of course

》Once he starts though, he doesn't really plan on stopping and he never does it to just return the favor

》His eyes widen when he realizes how soaked you are when he brushes his fingers over your folds, his ministrations soaking his hand and wrist

》You're producing so much that he can't let it go to waste, so he's sliding in between your legs, and he freezes in shock for a second before attaching his mouth to your folds

》He definitely wants to stay there for the rest of his life, practically drowning in your slick, not really caring if it kills him

》Coaxes you to orgasm quickly just so he can taste more of you, that becoming his only priority

》And he makes sure to catch every last drop, the last thing he wants to do is waste it

》And when he's finally inside you, he tries to chuckle, thinking that there's no way you can feel this good, but it's cut off with a garbled moan

》You really do feel this good, your cunt hot and wet, sucking him back in every time he pulls out

》He feels a shudder run up his spine, his body practically shaking with euphoria as he can't focus on anything else but you

》His eyes roll when you clamp around him, and his orgasm comes out of nowhere, his body going rigid

》He can barely catch himself, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to calm his heartbeat down. "So, you wanna get married tomorrow?"

》Please, this man would have such a hard time making basic conversation lol

》He has a hard time trying to focus on talking to you because he keeps focusing on your body

》Definitely just freezes in place whenever you wear shorts or anything that shows off your thighs

》You're pretty sure you saw his nose bleeding one time, and he brushed you off when you asked, his face as red as a tomato

》He's like Kuroko, hesitantly touching you because he doesn't know what to do because you're so thick

》Once he gets comfortable and over that completely flustered phase, his hands are continuously on your thighs

》You find him squeezing them softly or laying on them, totally mesmerized by how soft they are

》When you offer to go down on him, he's quick to say that you don't have to, but you insist that you want to do it

》Needless to say, he never tries to convince you otherwise again

》The blush on his face spreads down to his chest, sweat coating his forehead as he has trouble controlling the noises he's making

》And the pleasure is so great that he actually goes silent, the only indication that he's cum is when you feel him shoot down your throat

》You actually have to check on him, and you chuckle softly as you fix his glasses, his breathing ragged

》I feel like he's one of the guys who's never really understood the appeal of going down on somebody, but he's not opposed to it

》And his opinion changes when he finally sees how soaked you get from just a tiny amount of foreplay and when your slick lands on his tongue

》You've actually never seen him put more emotion into something, and he's actually urging you to squeeze his head with your thighs, pushing them together as his fingers dig into them

》You actually have to pull him away from you when you cum, the only thing he's focused on is tasting you

》He really doesn't think you could get any better, but then he feels your walls around him, and he feels his heart skip multiple times

》He really doesn't know what to focus on, and he actually forgets to move, and you have to jolt him out of the trance you put him in

》Even after that, it's like his brain has stopped working lmfao, literally the only thing running through his mind is how warm and tight your walls are

》He groans when he sees your slick all over him, and he hits that spot inside of you, making you clench around him and that's what sends him over the edge

》And he didn't even realize he was that close 💀 "Marriage sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?"

》Ooh boy, this man, literally jaw drops open, hits the floor, and then he's quickly running over to you, trying to flirt with you to the max

》He's actually pretty surprised that he managed to get you, but he's definitely showing you off, making sure everyone knows that you're his

》He loves your ass, literally the only thing he'll pay attention to

》So, if you're back is towards him, you can totally forget about him following the conversation

》Expect him to smack your ass randomly, like outta nowhere

》He'll be the pettiest boyfriend in the world saying shit like "I'll do it if you suck my dick" stupid shit like that 🙄✋🏽

》So, then you do...you suck the soul of out him and this man literally buys you whatever you want

》He can't help but cant his hips, thrusting into your mouth, but it doesn't last long because he's cumming after a couple of thrusts, a deep groan coming out of his throat

》While you're making out, he teases your folds with his fingers, but he stops kissing you when he realizes how wet you are

》His attention is quickly shifted to your cunt, as he slides down your body, pushing your legs to your chest before eating you out like his last meal

》He loses himself in your taste, your juices coating the lower half of his face and dripping down his chin

》You whine from the overstimulation when you cum, and he pulls away but once you recover, his mouth is right back on you

》And he'll either be there or fucking you into the mattress, holding your legs in the same position

》His eyes are rolling in the back of his head, trying to hold back as he fucks into you, a white ring appearing at the base of his dick

》How much slick you produce always amazes him, no matter what he does, and it's all he pays attention to as he fucks you

》He cums way too early for his liking, surprising himself

》But at the same time, it's not like he could really control it with how good you feel around him

》He fucking you through his high, bringing you to yours, and then he's pulling out of you, resting back on his haunches

》"Looks like I'm gonna have to marry you."

》This man tries to act like he's not floored by your body, but he absolutely is

》His eyes are always running over your body whenever you're not looking his way

》Your thighs and your ass are his favorite parts; picks you up so that he can feel them around his waist, his hands splayed on your ass

》Is always laying on your thighs, literally does anything while he's in between them

》When you give him head the first time, he's pretty patient because come on now, my mans is packing

》But he jumps slightly in surprise when you fully take him down your throat, digging his nails into his palm when he sees himself in your throat

》He's literally sinking into whatever furniture he's sitting/laying on because he's never been with someone that could actually take all of him before

》He doesn't really know how to react because he's never felt pleasure like this before

》Got this man's legs twitching lmfao

》He doesn't even move after he cums, just lays there, and there's no way you can move him so you just leave him there 💀

》Now, one thing you'll have to be ready for is when he eats you out

》The first time he gets his mouth on you? His snacks are being thrown out the window

》You're his snack now, and he literally will push your legs up and out of his way, and there's literally nothing you can do to stop him

》He gives overstimulation a new meaning when you meet him, and he doesn't let you go until he's gotten his fill

》He's eating you out more so for his pleasure than yours. Period.

》This man is still lazy though, and he makes you do all the work, so he'll just lay back and let you do all the work as you sink down on him

》But then he feels your walls pulsing around him, and his hands are twitching as he tries to control himself

》The only thing he can do is rest his hands on your hips as you ride him, and he really can't do anything else even if he wanted to

》He starts fucking up into you once he starts reaching his climax, a deep "fuck" leaving him as he shoots into you, and you're not too far behind

》"It's not that big of a deal, but you wanna get married?" (It is that big of a deal 🙄✋🏽)

》He tries to seem cool, calm, collected when he first meets you

》He's not like Atsushi, who tries to pretend like he's not amazed by your body

》He's just trying to play off how you affect him

》I feel like he doesn't have a favorite body part of yours, wanting to show love to every part

》His hands run over every single inch, literally no part of you goes untouched by him

》Like Midorima, he's not really all about receiving head, but that confident persona is gone once you go down on him

》He's never been the one to become speechless, but you literally render him just that, his brain completely blurred, the only thing he can think about is how amazing your mouth is

》He starts to back away from you a little bit lmao because of how good he feels, the pleasure building up in his spine quickly

》He squirms a ton when he cums, and that's all he can do lol, and he doesn't deny you in the future if you want to go down on him

》He wants to pleasure you too, so he'll easily go down on you, but he chuckles in disbelief when he sees your glistening folds

》And he's amazed by how it seems like your arousal is endless, the juices coating his tongue and his face

》Moves his hands out of the way so that he can feel your legs squeezing his head like Midorima

》He eats you out with so much energy, smiling against you when you fall apart, living for the feeling of your legs twitching against his ears from overstimulation

》The first time you sleep together, his plans to take it slow are quickly forgotten

》Your walls seem to swallow him quickly, practically sucking him in, and he groans in surprise

》He wants to move, but if he does, he knows he'll cum in record time, but even the warmth and pulse of your walls is nearly enough to send him over the edge

》He just tries to aim for your g-spot just in case he cums way before you are able to, but that only sends him higher because your walls are clamping around him

》He knows he's not gonna last long, and he'll make it up to you later, but at that moment, he picks up the speed of his hips, his eyes slipping shut

》He has to brace himself when he cums, his hands on either side of your hands, his lungs feeling like they can't get enough air

》"Doesn't marriage sound like an amazing idea to you?"

Tags: @that-chick212

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kpop---scenarios · 2 years

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Day Three || Oh Sehun

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader

Warning: Smut, Fighting

Word Count: 2.2k

A knock on the door awakens you. The cabin is dark, the sun hasn't risen yet. There's another knock before the yelling starts. "Park Chanyeol, it's fucking freezing out here. Let me in!" He yells. Chanyeol scrambles out of the bed, quickly walking towards the door, but not before stubbing his toe, yelling and cursing in agony.

"Y/N, get dressed." He tells you as he makes it to the door, unlocking it before letting the man in. "Sehun. Good to see you." Chanyeol says, letting the shivering man in.

"I don't understand why you stay up here in the fucking cold. It's so much nicer and warmer down from this damn mountain." Sehun complains. "Where is she?" He asks, looking around the dimly lit room.

"I'm right here." You yell, hopping into the room as you try to put your boot on. "Hi." You huff, standing in front of him. "I'm Y/N."

"Wow." Sehun whispers. "I'm Sehun, nice to meet you." He smiles, holding out his hands.

"Nice to meet you too." You grin, shaking his hand. He doesn't let go, but instead pulls you more towards him.

"Thanks for everything, Chanyeol." You smile, waving at him as you go with Sehun, out towards the running SUV.

"Did you enjoy your time with Chanyeol?" Sehun asks as he drives down the hill that you had climbed just the other morning.

"The last half of it." You chuckle. "The first half felt a little like hell. He made me do a lot of work. I'm exhausted." You sigh.

"Hope you're not too tired, I've got a day planned for us." Sehun says, eyes still on the road, and a small smirk on his lips.

"What exactly are we doing?" You ask.

"We're going to be doing some training. I want to see how good at fighting you are. I've got the gym booked for a full day, so we can be there as long as we want with no interruptions." He grins.

Oh no. You were most definitely too tired for this. "I'm going to have to close my eyes. Wake me up when we're there." You laugh, laying your head back and closing your eyes. You let the feeling of the car drive, and the humming of Sehun lull you into a light sleep, which didn't seem to last long. It felt like 2 minutes then you felt Sehun shaking your shoulder lightly to wake you up.

"We're here." He says, gathering a bag from the back seat. You sit up, unbuckling your seat belt before you climb out of the car. The sun was shining down, the heat finally hitting your body after being up in the cold mountains. You take off your jacket, leaving it in the front seat of the car. "Shall we?" You ask, gesturing towards the gym. Sehun smiles as the two of you walk close together into the gym.

It's quiet. Sehun turns on the lights, a ring is in the corner, somewhere for boxers to train. This part of the gym consists of a large mat that takes up almost the entire floor, and then the ring in the corner.

"What happens here?" You ask.

"This is where I train a lot of our men." He tells you. "The gym is owned by my father."

"So you.." you trail off.

"I'm a fighter, and also, I suppose, a hit man." He tells you. "My ability to fight, and take people out, combined with your brain and talent for moving drugs, weapons and people, we would be unstoppable." He says.

He wasn't wrong. Fighting wasn't your strong suit, and having him by your side and his men combined with yours, you'd likely be the most feared couple. And that made your pussy tingle.

"So, you're going to show me what you got?" You laugh as he hands you a small bag out of his duffel bag.

Sehun chuckles as he heads towards the changing rooms. "You have no idea what you're in for." He says, disappearing into the men's changing room. You turn around and head to the women's changing room, and smile on your face and a slight flutter in your chest. You sit down on a bench inside the empty changing room, looking in the bag Sehun gave you. A pair of leggings, a sports bra and t-shirt laid in there, neatly folded. You get undressed and quickly change into the clothes provided for you. You leave your things neatly folded on the bench and make your way back into the gym, where Sehun is already waiting. You walk up to him and he already has a serious look on his face, he's in his zone and ready to go. You wondered if you'd be able to break him out of his seriousness, it was something you were going to try and do.

"How good are you at fighting?" He asks.

"I don't know, I can hold my own I guess." You laugh.

"Okay, let's go then." He announces as he gets into position.

"Oh? Right now? We're not going to warm up or anything?" You ask. Sehun crouches down, moving slowly with his hands up. You're unsure of what exactly is happening at the moment. You're watching him, but not ready for anything. He lunges for you, catching you by surprise. You jump a little, your reflex is to go right for his nut sack. You kick but.he deflects it, hitting his thigh instead. He swings his left fist, punching you in the tit. You stand straight with your mouth gaping. "Did you just tit punch me?"

Sehun doesn't respond, instead remains waiting for your reaction, keeping his eyes on yours, bouncing in the same position. You look down and then up, kicking him in the shin before stomping on his foot. Sehun winches, grabbing his foot, hopping around. "Oh my god, seriously!? Cheap shots!" He groans, holding his foot. You rush towards him, jumping onto him, clinging to his body. He loses his footing, falling down onto his back where you crawl up him, straddling his neck, giving you the opportunity to pull his hair. Sehun squeals out, unable to get you off of him. He looks straight, lifts his head and lightly bites your pussy, hard enough to make you jump off of him. "Really!?" You gasp. Sehun crawls towards you, pinning you down with his body. His face hovers over yours.

"I'm just delivering cheap shots like you." Sehun smirks, giggling to himself.

"Hey! My pussy is not cheap! If you keep it up, that will be the only taste you ever get!" You spit. Sehun grabs you and says "You mean it’s not mine even though I licked it?”

You glare at the man beneath you, pulling his hair some more before reaching behind you and twisting his nipples, making you laugh at the man squirming beneath you. Before you can register what happened, Sehun wraps his arms around you, twisting and turning, and you're laying on the mat with Sehun hovering over you. You smile at him widely, making him scoff. "You think you're cute, don't you?" He asks.

"I am, and you agree." You giggle. Sehun doesn't say anything, but instead inches his face closer to yours, his eyes staring into yours, searching for any sort of hesitation or resistance from you. You lift your head, meeting him half way and press your lips against his. He brings his hand under your head to hold you up, and pushes himself closer to you. You both melt into the kiss, your tongues swirling together as the keep becomes deeper and more passionate. You reach under him, tugging at the hem of his well fitted shirt, pulling it up. Sehun sits up, straddling your waist as he takes off his shirt, revealing a lot more muscles than you had expected to see.

"Wow." You breathe. Sehun chuckles as he moves down your legs, kneeling at your feet as he reaches up, to tug down your pants, bringing your panties down alot with them. He puts them to the side, and opens your legs, as wide as they could go. Sehun began to stroke the tip of his nose across the top of your wet slit, teasing you after he hooked your legs around his shoulders, gripping onto your hips to maintain his control over you. Suddenly the tip of his tongue slides from the bottom of your extreme wetness to the hood of your clit. He looks up at you for a few heart beats, a devilish grin on his face before he abruptly sucks your clit inside his oh so hot mouth. The suction was like nothing you'd ever had - oh my god is he undulating his tongue too? Your eyes cross at the feeling of your clit being lapped. Whenever your cries got sharp he would start to slide that magic mouth of his to suck and lick each side of your folds. Your hands that were previously tweaking your own breasts found their way to his soft hair, holding him in place as you moved yourself against his face. Your heart skipped when he added two long fingers into you and within moments found your magic spot. Between his suction and the tickling, pounding moves of his fingers, the fullness in your pelvis increased until it burst, your orgasm ripped through you as you screamed, the sound of you cumming echoed through the gym. Sehun sits up, lapping up the juices that were spilled over his face.

"I need to be inside you, that was so fucking hot." He breathes. He looks to the side, and an idea pops into his head. He smiles widely as he scoops up your body, heading towards the changing rooms. He brings you past the locks and straight into the shower. He sets you down, demanding you to strip. You happily comply as he starts the shower, undressing himself. You watch him pull his pants down, standing up with his cock sticking out, hard, seeping precum as he desperately waits to be inside you. You walk towards the shower, letting your hair get wet as Sehun walks in right behind you, pinning you against the wall. You face pressed against the tile as he spreads your legs slightly before lining himself up with you. He grunts as he pushes his dick inside you. You can feel him stretching you out as he slowly pushes until he's all the way in. He leans forward, his lips touching your ear as he whispers. "You okay?"

"Yes." You sigh. "Fuck me. Hard." You pant, needing him to move. Sehun doesn't hesitate to slowly pull himself out of you, until just the tip was inside of you before ramming his thick cock back inside of you, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. He places both hands on your shoulders as he leans back slightly, small bit hard thrusts into you, surely bruising your cervix. "Christ, you're so tight around me." He groans, continuing to fuck you. The sound of the shower running almost canceled out the sound of your wet skin slapping together, pure ecstasy and adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your face rubs against the tile while he pushes in and out of you. He moves his body closer, wrapping his arm around your neck, tightly pulling you back to him. "You like that?" He asks, moaning into your ear.

"Fuck.. yes." You cry out. "I need to cum again." You whine. "Do you?" He asks, releasing your neck, moving his hand down your throat, to your chest, down to your stomach. He reaches around, placing two fingers between your lips, gently rubbing your clit, making your knees weak again. Without a word, Sehun removes his hand from you and pulls his cock from inside of you. He turns you again, placing his hands underneath your legs and jolting you up, letting you wrap your legs around him. He slides his cock back inside you, letting your clit rub against him in the perfect way. You bounce on his cock as he leans forward, wrapping his lips around your perky nipple.

"Holy fuck." You cry out, bouncing harder. Your orgasm was coming quickly.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so tight. I'm gonna fucking cum." Sehun groans, you bounce harder and faster, needing that release. Sehun yells out as he spills himself into you, yelling loudly as he cums. You continue bouncing, your orgasm right there. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." You scream out, your body jolting and tensing. You're breathing heavily as you open your eyes, and see Sehun’s exhausted face. He pulls out of you and sets you down, turning the water up and back to hot. You both clean yourselves before Sehun wraps you in a towel and leads you to a back door with a set of stairs. You both climb the stairs and enter into a little, but well furnished apartment.

"Yours?" You ask.

"I come here to get away sometimes." Sehun smiles. He gives you a shirt to put on, which you do before you dry your hair. You finally look out the window and it's pitch black, except for the city lights.

"What time is it?" You ask.

"11:45pm." Sehun chuckles. He gestures to the bed, where you happily crawl into.

"So comfy." You sigh, melting into the pillow. "Who do I meet tomorrow?" You ask.

Sehun laughs. "Do Kyungsoo. And I wish you luck with that."

#exowritersnet #kpopscape #noonasinnetwork #sehun smut #oh sehun smut #exo smut #exo sehun #oh sehun #sehun #exo scenarios #exo #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop icons #kpop smut

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dancing-withthedoctor · 3 years

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coffee runs - winn schott x fem!reader [part 1]

SUMMARY: winn and y/n make coffee runs for one another which eventually leads to something more

CATEGORIES: fluff

WARNINGS: spoilers for season 2 of supergirl? but not really

WORD COUNT: 817

《 a/n: i just started supergirl and I love winn so much, so here's a lil series for the cute tech nerd who works for the deo 》

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The coffee house across the street from the huge newly built DEO facility was a godsend when you were running late for work. It was a smaller cafe, but still a little more active in the mornings.

A yell with your name attached came from a barista who handed you your order: two large coffees. One for you and one for your cute new deskmate. The cute deskmate in question was none other than Winn Schott, a new hire by Director J'onn. You have been working for the DEO for some time now in the analyst department, and when you got the chance to briefly work with Winn to help Supergirl catch the bad guys, you knew he'd make a great addition to the team.

And that's what the coffee was for, it was supposed to be a warm welcome. You knew exactly what it was like to come into this organization and feel intimidated by the grand scheme of things. It helped to have people around you to get you through it.

Rushing through the doors and down the steps to the main working station, you sat at your computer and put down the coffee cups.

A strong voice calls out from behind you, "Agent L/n, do you think the aliens' threats wait for you?" It was Director J'onn, tall and stern as ever.

"No, sir, it won't happen again," you mumbled, making your way to sit down.

"It better not be," he then walks away without another word, you finally let out a sigh, sinking into your chair.

"I'm really glad I got here early then," the voice sitting beside you says, it was Winn. You glance over at him and he looks nervous looking over the data on his computer.

"Well, I'm glad it was me rather than you," a chuckle escaping your lips. "I'm Y/n by the way, I know we worked together briefly, but I wanted to introduce myself properly," You reach out your hand for him to shake.

He looks over at you, a small smile crawling on his lips. He takes your hand in his and says, "I'm Winn.. but you already know that,"

Your clasped hands linger in the air for a moment, you can feel how warm and comfortable his hand feels in yours.

As soon as the moment lasts for a second too long, Winn clears his throat, "Well, I should get back to work," he lets your hand go and returns it to his computer keys.

You nod, turning back to your own desk, realizing that you had completely forgotten to give Winn his coffee.

"Oh wait! Actually, I got this for you as a welcome gift. I didn't know what you liked so it just had a bit of cream and sugar in it," For some reason, you feel nervous and in the process, the wiring in your brain must have malfunctioned because you completely missed his hand and let the cup go too early, spilling the hot coffee all over Winn.

He lets out a yelp of sorts, standing abruptly. Gaping in awe at the spilled contents on his shirt and the floor. Gratefully, you missed the computer or there would have been hell to pay.

"I am so sorry, I'll get someone to clean this up and I'm sure there's a shirt for you in the lost and found bin," you ramble. A red blush washes across your face in complete embarrassment. Scrambling for the napkins that you grabbed on the way out of the coffee shop, trying to clean up what you could around his desk. It wasn't often that you slipped up and made mistakes, in this line of work mistakes get people killed. But of course you had to fumble when it was in front of the guy you wanted to impress.

A stifled laugh lifts you out of your thoughts when you look up to Winn trying to cover it with his hand.

He must have seen your confused expression because he says, "This isn't how I imagined my day would go, but if getting coffee spilled on me is the worst of it, I think I'm going to like it here,"

You admit, it was a little funny that the worst thing they have to deal with right now is Winn's coffee-soaked shirt. You let out a laugh of your own, both of you must have looked so strange in the middle of the DEO with coffee everywhere; the aroma filling the air.

"Look, we really should get this cleaned up, before it gets sticky," Winn says, sighing. The laughter has died down now, you were surprised Director J'onn didn't come to scold them at a moment's notice.

You nod, "Here," you set your coffee cup near his desk, "I still owe you a welcome gift,"

He smiles, "Help me pick out a shirt from lost and found?"

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《 a/n: definitely making this into a series :) the parts to come will most likely be time skips, until then! remember asks/dms are open for requests <3 》

#supergirl #winn schott #winn schott x reader #winn schott x fem!reader #kara danvers #j'onn j'onzz #supergirl fanfiction #fluff #drabble

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part.

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly.

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought.

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters.

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door.

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events.

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on.

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good.

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok???#feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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[PART ONE] Huey's character development: season 1 to season 3.

with ducktales 2017 coming to a close in less than two weeks, i thought that now was best of all times to create a post of how i think huey has developed as a character throughout all three seasons. please remember, this post is just based on how I see his character development, and you're free to have your own ideas and/or not agree with all of my points!

1.) learning to adjust to new environments/accepting failures: When we were first introduced to huey's character, one of the biggest take aways was that he's a very "by the book" kind of a person, and has a hard time adjusting to foreign environments or situations that he will need to go with the flow and what he already knows, rather than doing everything by the book.

This was mainly introduced in "The Terror of the Terrafirmians!" in season one, where we could literally see Huey scrambling to make sense of the situation, and at some points, spouting out B.S. to make sense of the situation in his head. While he did end up coming to terms that the Terrafirmians are in fact, very real, he still only decided to believe it once it was documented in his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.

Progressively throughout the show, we see Huey being put in situations where he has to be able to think quick on his feet rather than anxiously try to sort out all that he knows from the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook. Because of his personality, Huey not only had a hard time adjusting to foreign environments, but it's also been shown that he has a hard time accepting set backs as well. From what we've seen, it's easy to infer that when Huey has his mind set on something, he will do nothing short of achieving that goal: And when said goal is not achieved, or is starting to look like it won't be achieved, he takes it very personally.

This is especially seen in "The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks!" and "The Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchuck!": Where in "The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks", even though Huey was definitely more qualified for the position by a significant amount, when Dewey got the position, his first instinct was to get angry instead of congratulate his brother: Granted, Dewey wasn't completely deserving of the position over Huey, and at this point, Huey was just a kid still learning how to manage his emotions, but his instictive reaction tells a lot about his character at the time. Thankfully, we see this progress with "The Challenfe of the Senior Junior Woodchuck!", where Huey is once again put in a situation where the odds were against him, considering that this time around, Violet was more qualified and prepared for the position than he was. At first, Huey does take this badly, getting super anxious that he'll have to do a challenging, dangerous course that no 11-12 year old probably should be doing, on his lonesome without even the help of the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, which has been shown to be a source of comfort for Huey. At one point, he is only surviving through the course by creating a talking Junior Woodchuck Guidebook in his head, but even that goes south as he gets so overwhelmed and anxious to the point where he sets it on fire in his head. Eventually, noticing how far he's fallen behind Violet, and realizing how deserving she is of the title over him despite his love for everything Junior Woodchucks, he is able to come to terms with the fact that he lost, and instead of getting upset or beating himself up for it, he gracefully allows her to be announced as the winner, and shows her his full support. This is meaningful, because if this was season 1 Huey, we honestly can not say that his reaction to his loss would've been the same: He probably would've gotten a lot more upset about it than he actually did in season 3.

"Quack Pack!", despite somewhat being more of a comedic episode, also sheds light on how Huey's learned to adjust with a change in environment: He was the first character (other than Donald, who was fully aware) to pick up on the fact that they are in an alternate universe, set inside of a 1990s sitcom, and becomes increasingly anxious about it as a result, especially since everyone was pretty much oblivious of it at first. However despite this, when the family confronts Donald about the wish, while Donald does make a compelling point of how this scenario gives them a sense of normalcy and security, Huey also brings up the fact that despite the hardships they may face, adventuring is an integral part of their new found family. Even though Huey has always been pretty enthusiastic about adventuring, especially in comparison to Louie and pre-season 3 Donald, there has been times where adventuring has caused him anxiety due to being confronted with new settings or situations that he doesn't immediately know how to handle, so considering this, I think that line alone has shown the great improvement Huey has made with adjusting.

2.) embracing "The Duke": in the first two seasons, while we always had somewhat of an idea that huey was the triplet that inherited the infamous McDuck anger, "The Duke" wasn't something that was necessarily explored much in the first two seasons, leading people to believe that it was just for comedic plot. However, in season 3, we finally got an image of what "The Duke" actually is and represents, alongside with how Huey truly feels about this side of him.

Based on my perception of "The Split Sword of Swanstantine", Huey sees The Duke as an entire separate entity from himself rather than just how far his anger can really go, decides to completely reject this side and keep it locked away in his brain. Of course, we've had our early season moments where The Duke "slipped out", but for the most part, leading up to The Split Sword of Swanstantine, we never really got a full glimpse of what exactly the Duke is: and given his personality, it makes sense as to why Huey was rejecting this side of him instead. Not only does The Duke represent one of Huey's most vulnerable states, but knowing how far his anger can go, goes completely against the side of his personality that he does allow to shine: Being orderly, being well put together, and being the brain of his sibling trio, which being blinded by anger would all deter. Despite the strength that embracing his anger gives him, Huey obviously still sees it as a weakness, because it's the side of him he doesn't want people to see, especially those closest to him, because before the events of The Split Sword, Huey didn't exactly have the greatest control of his anger, so while nobody would want to think of it, no one knows how far he could really go if he's pissed enough.

However, thanks to the encouragement of Lena, Huey was finally able to embrace that side of him, and fully gain control over his anger which is something we don't typically see with the infamous McDuck Anger, given that the only way he could defeat Steelbeak who had an obvious advantage, was to tap into his true strength. The biggest takeaway Huey got from this situation, is that his anger shouldn't be treated as if it's a separate entity, or as if it's something to be embarassed of, but to truly embrace that side of himself, and learn how to control it, all things that he was able to accomplish by the end of "The Split Sword of Swanstantine".

3.) building new relationships:

Since season one, it's been hinted that Huey does struggle a bit on the friendship aspect of things. He does have very close relationships with his brothers and Webby, but even these can be hindered by clashing personalities and differing interests. Even though it's fairly obvious that HDLW all love and support each other like family, Huey has never really exactly been shown to have a bond with someone where he shares completely similar interests: Now, this isn't really important in friendship, often times opposites attract even down to the friendship aspect, but it is nice to have someone where you can just sit and chat about similar interests, and do stuff together that you'll both enjoy.

The first time we've gotten a hint at Huey struggling with making friends was in "The Day of the Only Child!", where, if the Beagle Brothers didn't show up, Huey would've been out of luck with finding two other participants for the three-man cookout, considering that everyone else was already paired up and Louie and Dewey were already off doing their own things for the day. Also hinted in that same episode, is the fact that Huey make struggle with loneliness as well (Huey "Be horribly alone." Dewey: "For once!"), given that he's spent most if not all of his life constantly with his brothers and Donald, so even if him and his brothers did have fall outs every here and there, he could always rely on them to be there given that outside of them, he didn't rely have any other friends.

Now, this somewhat turns around in season 2, when we're introduced to Fenton, who Huey not only idolizes as Gizmoduck, but looks at like a genuine best friend and most likely, as an older brother figure. Besides Huey's admiration of Gizmoduck, it's been shown that they bond over their similar interest in science, and in general, Huey is constantly looking out for Fenton and always wanting to protect his best friend from any danger or hurt that he himself can prevent. Despite Fenton undoubtedly being Huey's closest friend, I think that it's also important to shed light on the friendships that he's made that are more in his age group.

Following the events of Astro BOYD!, we are introduced to Boyd and Huey's friendship, two characters that existed in the show prior but never had any interactions. Huey and Boyd bond over their interest in the Junior Woodchucks, something that we once again see Huey get backlash for from his fellow Woodchucks, for being too "by the book" and not just "relaxing and being a kid" (even going as far to label him as a "robot"). Even in Boyd's malfunctioning, Huey is determined to stay by his side until the end, not only because of their shared interests and the bonding they began to do at the very beginning of the episode, but also because Huey understood what it was like to be cast away and treated as less just for being different (or in Huey's words, "wired a little differently"). Even though Fenton is Huey's closest friend by a margin, I would consider Boyd's friendship with him really meaningful, at least given the circumstances of how they became friends in the first place: Two people who were cast aside, for not being what society considered the "perfect/normal kid", and instead of people working with them, they were just cast aside easily. Considering how fast Huey probably had to grow up given the circumstances of living with Donald who, despite being an amazing father figure, dealt with poverty pretty often, it's no wonder why he's very mature for his age and very "by the book", but it's also no wonder why kids who probably didn't have to grow up with those circumstances, would easily be turned off. Louie and Dewey are a lot more understanding considering they grew up in the same setting, but even they dealt with it differently, often leading to their personalities clashing, which is even lampshaded in this episode as another insecurity of Huey's when building relationships ("Are you sure you want me to continue? My brothers are usually *begging* me to stop.).

We're also introduced to another friendship at the very beginning of season three, with Violet. Even though at the beginning, things were a bit rocky considering how anxious Huey was getting from the Senior Woodchuck competition, and his determination to beat Violet, even to the point of leaving him behind when she probably needed him the most, by the end of the episode, we see both Violet and Huey not only reconcile, but start to actually bond. During this high stress situation, Violet was a great source of relief for Huey, using her own experiences of failure to inspire Huey to not give up, and that even if he does lose (which he did) in this specific situation, there'll be more opportunities because he is great when it comes to the Junior Woodchucks. Even when Violet wins, instead of being bitter which would definitely be expected considering that Huey is a child and how much he was anticipating winning, he is able to put his grievances aside and congratulate her because she helped him greatly during a point of weakness. Even if Violet and Huey's friendship didn't end up as closeknit as his and Boyd's, or as prominent as his and Fenton's, I think this was still a meaningful connection for him as Violet was great balance for the anxiety that he was feeling at the time, and despite him leaving her behind, she beared no ill will towards him.

This is only the first part, where I examined what I felt were the key component to his character development over the last three seasons, and the next post will focus on other aspects that weren't as focused on during the series!

#huey masterpost #huey duck #ducktales

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 3 years

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Hello😀i requested a smutty part 2 to an Alfie piece you did but you didn't know which one I was talking about. It's the one we're Alfie sees the same girl on his way home every night and ends up walking her home all the time a relationship blooms and then her landlord kicked her out and she ended up at his door. You mentioned at that you would be willing to do a part 2 that I would absolutely love. Hope you know which one I mean.

//Sorry this took so long. The smut gods were not looking upon me favorably. That or I just had some writers block. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

“I’ll stay,” Vivian whispered against his lips. “For as long as you need me to.” It was much more open-ended than either of them probably realized. Alfie knew he needed her for much longer than just that night. He needed her longer than time itself.

He chuckled. “You might never leave then.” He teased.

She shrugged. “I meant what I meant.”

It was all so overwhelming. Alfie had to take a deep breath. “Erm…should get you out of those wet clothes so you don’t catch your death.”

Vivian’s cheeks went red. “I don’t really have anything to wear.”

He was starting to get a little hot beneath the collar. God was testing him, right? Surely this had to be a test. “Well…I’ve got some clean shirts.

Was the room getting hotter? Vivian felt like she was going to burst into flames. “Okay.” She wondered if she was even speaking English. It felt like her mouth wasn’t connected to her brain.

“And erm…I’ve got trousers but they won’t fit ya.” Why were his palms sweating? He wasn’t some blushing virgin and yet everything about this woman was making him nervous. She was far too sensible for him.

“Do you have a pin?”

“I might. Let me go…I’ll be back.” He clarified before heading upstairs. He tried to get his thoughts together as he grabbed one of his usual white linen shirts and a pair of trousers from the dresser. He rummaged through the drawers to see if he could find a pin but came up with nothing. There might’ve been one somewhere but his brain was so scrambled that he couldn’t think of anywhere else he might’ve kept them.

Cyril was keeping Vivian company by the fire. His tail was thumping lazily, apparently happy to have a female presence in the house.

“Couldn’t find a pin,” Alfie admitted. “Maybe could roll the waistband up a bit…”

But apparently, Vivian had been thinking while he was upstairs. She stood up from her spot by the fire and walked over to him.

He assumed she was going to take the clothes so he held them out to her. But then she kissed him so hard it took his breath away. There was an urgency that hadn’t been there the first time they kissed only minutes earlier. There was something she was trying to convey to him. Something that Alfie managed to pick up on.

He dropped the shirt and pants and wrapped an arm around her waist. His other hand went to her cheek.

Despite the warmth between them, the cold damp clothes on Vivian were starting to make her shiver.

“I need to get out of these.” She murmured against his lips.

“Are you sure?” Alfie of course wanted her to get warm but he understood the implications around her tone.

Vivian nodded. “Please.” She whispered. “I need you.”

His heart was beating so hard against his chest. “Should keep you down by the fire though. Keep you warm.”

She gave him a coy smile. “You can’t keep me warm enough?”

“You know, you keep this side of you very well buttoned up.” He teased. “Just glad I get to see it.”

“And you’re a lot more talkative behind closed doors.” She replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Would you rather I put my mouth to better use?”

Vivian’s face flushed pink. “Alfie.” She giggled.

“Gonna go put Cyril in the kitchen. You need a minute?” He drew away from her.

“I’ll just get more comfortable.”

“Right, I’ll be back.” He gave her a lingering look before herding Cyril into the kitchen. “C’mon, you mutt. No kicking up a fuss either.” To keep the dog interested, Alfie filled up his bowl with dinner.

When he returned Vivian had slipped out of her damp dress. Left in her stockings and slip she needed to stay by the fire to keep warm. She didn’t look uncomfortable but perhaps a bit antsy. “I put my clothes over the screen, I hope that’s alright.”

Alfie had to tear his eyes away from her to see she had placed her wet clothes by the fire. “Yeah, ‘course. They’ll dry there.”

While he was looking away, Vivian came up to him. “You look terrified.” She wondered if she had mistaken his intentions. Maybe she was coming on too strong.

He gave a nervous laugh and returned his eyes to her. “I’m terrified you’re making a huge mistake, love.”

“I know I’m not.” She asserted. “And I can prove it if you let me show you.”

Alfie had no time to answer. She captured his lips with hers again and tangled her fingers in his hair. He groaned gratefully against her lips. He backed up, pulling her with him as he blindly found his way to the couch.

Vivian straddled his hips. She was warming up in his arms, feeling the cold rainy night washing away. She almost felt giddy at the idea of being so close to him. To being held so intimately by him.

They drew apart slightly and she went about undoing the buttons of his shirt. Alfie reclined back a bit against the sofa, taking in her form. “Fucking hell, how are you so beautiful?” He protested. “Ain’t fair.”

She giggled and shook her head, her face getting hot again. “You’re just flattering me.”

“Not at all.” He corrected. “Just tell it like I see it, love.” His hands rested on her hips, basking in the perfect curves of her frame. Everything about her was so soft and giving.

As she finished removing his shirt, Alfie couldn’t help himself and began to kiss her neck. He’d apparently found a weakness because her hands went limp and she stifled a moan.

“Ah ah, don’t hold back on me now.” He murmured against her throat. “Let the whole neighborhood hear ya.”

Now he was really teasing her. Vivian let her head roll to the side a bit, her eyes slipping closed. She got lost in the feeling of his lips and teeth dragging across her neck and collarbone. Moving down until he tugged the strap of her slip down to free her breasts.

Vivian let out a soft gasp, feeling a thrilling shiver go up her spine. She shimmied a bit to let the slip fall and pool around her waist. It was such a marvelous feeling. She didn’t feel nervous or shameful or self-conscious. The way he eyed her made her feel like a rare type of jewel or an expensive painting. She felt positively beautiful.

The moment had caught her in such a daze that she didn’t even realize she was rocking her hips into his lap. It wasn’t until Alfie said something that she even noticed.

“Fucking hell, woman, you’re gonna make me come dancing on me like that.” He picked her up and deposited her on the couch.

Vivian was able to catch her breath a bit as he tossed aside his shirt. He knelt down in front of her and pulled the slip off her hips to throw it to the side as well. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder.

She was mewling softly before he even made contact with her. His breath against her center was enough to make her heart race.

After a few swipes of his tongue, Alfie wasted no time.

Vivian felt like every thought in her brain had disappeared. All that was left was the maddening sensation of Alfie licking and sucking at her clit while he slipped in a finger then two. Her breathing became shallower as she lost all semblance of rational thought. Her fingers knotted in his hair and tugged hard to encourage him to keep going. The pulls accompanied her breathless gasps of his name.

Finally, one swipe of his tongue threw her over the edge. Her upper half jerked forward as she let out a sudden cry. It took a couple of moments before her muscles unlocked and she released her grip on Alfie’s hair.

He rocked back on the balls of his feet. His hip was screaming in protest from the awkward kneeling position he’d been in. But that wasn’t even registering in his mind. Seeing Vivian coming down from her high was exhilarating for him. When she finally came back around, she gave him a satisfied smile. By that point, Alfie was so hard it was almost painful.

As he tried to stand, his hip refused to be ignored. It felt like someone was driving a stake into him. “Fuck.” He grimaced.

Vivian’s face morphed into concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, just me hip.” He replied with a grumble.

She was aware of his sciatica. He made a point to complain about the weather because it always seemed to make the pain flare up. It may have been the rain. “Do you want…”

“Oh, we ain’t stopping, love.” He shook his head.

She smiled but stood up, feeling a little shaky on her legs still after her climax. “Here.” She pulled the knit blanket off the back of the couch and lay it on the floor. Placing another couple of pillows down, she gestured to him to lay down. “I’ll give you a massage.”

The proposition was just too good to pass up. He lay down on his stomach, letting out a deep breath.

Vivian straddled his waist and began to work at the knots in his shoulders and upper back. As she dug into the muscles Alfie groaned and swore with relief. It was something to behold when he became less tense and loosened up.

She could only imagine the weight he held on his shoulders every day. If anyone deserved some relaxation, it was Alfie.

As she worked her way down, she rubbed circles into his skin with her thumbs. She took her time on his hip, hoping she could at least alleviate some of the discomfort. But the longer she took, the more worked up Alfie became. It felt so good but he was looking for attention in another area.

So, after a while, he tapped her thigh. “Gonna roll over.” He warned.

Vivian lifted up a bit so he could move onto his back. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could kiss her gently. Almost a thanks for giving him so much affection and care. But she wasn’t done giving yet.

While they kissed, Vivian began to undo his trousers. And only seconds later she had Alfie moaning again, slowly stroking his length. She was just begging to see the dominant side of him. The side that ruled Camden Town with an iron fist.

So, Alfie gave it to her. He flipped her onto her back and without wasting time, began to slide into her. The pressure was enough to make Vivian whimper gratefully, but she still wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wove her fingers into his hair again.

He kissed her deeply before beginning to rock against her, moving his hips in a slow but punishing way.

When Vivian broke the kiss to moan, he began to leave bruising kisses down her neck. “Gonna make you mine.” He growled. “Gonna give you everything, keep you happy, and fuck you whenever you need it.”

The way he spoke was making her toes curl. “Yes.” She agreed breathlessly.

Alfie gripped her thigh and shifted slightly to get at another angle. Thrusting deep into her and making her moans become louder. “You’re mine, love. No other man will have you the way I do. Every inch of you is mine.”

“Y-yes, Alfie, oh God, yes!” She cried and moved her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

“Wish you could see yourself. Begging for me.” He murmured, his voice shaking with desire. “So beautiful.” His hand slipped down to rub her clit with his thumb.

Vivian was becoming so overwhelmed, she pulled him closer, almost needing something to hold onto. She buried her face in his shoulder as she met each of his thrusts with a gasping breath. “Please, I’m so close, Alfie.”

The more she spoke his name, the more enamored he became. And as much as he loved being in control, he was starting to slip into a state of ecstasy. Just instinct drove him forward, pounding into her at an unforgivable pace until he felt her tighten around him.

She let out a cry and her arms locked up around him. It triggered him to meet his release too, spilling into her with a loud, almost animalistic groan.

They remained that way for a bit, breathing heavily as they rode each ebbing wave of pleasure. Clinging to each other, while they enjoyed each other’s warmth in the final aftershocks.

Finally, Alfie swore and rolled off of Vivian. The only sound in the room was the crackling fire in the hearth and a few people walking by outside.

“How’s your hip?” Vivian broke the silence.

He chuckled almost a bit winded. “Can’t feel it at all.”

She moved closer to him and curled up in the crook of his arm. “So, we’ve established that I’m yours.” Her hand rested against his chest as he pulled her closer. “Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Of course.” He looked down at her with a soft smile. “We’ll get your things from your place tomorrow. If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind if you moved in.”

Vivian normally would’ve doubted such a move. She wouldn’t want to bother him, intrude, or anything of the like. But she had no qualms if he didn’t either. “Okay.” She agreed. “As long as you keep your promise of fucking me whenever I need it.”

Alfie’s stomach tightened. This woman was going to kill him but at least he’d die a happy man. “You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart, but I’ll accept.” He teased and drew her in for a kiss.

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Mystic Sisters- Ch.9 Kiss and Makeup

Yua’s pov

I felt like I was going to throw up. My emotions were running all over the place and so was my brain. It was late but I knew I had to talk to Haru. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. I thought, reaching for the doorknob with sweaty palms. The cold air hit my face as I walked down the familiar street remembering the last time I was here.

It was a few weeks after we broke up. Haru stopped coming to school and stopped answering his phone. I knocked on the front door calling out his name but no reply. His parents' car wasn't in the driveway. I peaked around to the back to see the back gate was unlocked. That wasn't like them. I grabbed the doorknob and it opened. Stepping inside there was nothing. Not a couch, a painting, not a single piece of evidence that a family once lived here. Every room was completely empty and so was I.

“Haru?” I called out disparately. Falling to the floor the tears I had been holding back started to spill.

“You can't just leave me here.” I cried.

Here I was again, standing in front of his house with tears threatening to fall.

“Yua?” Haru puzzled, shutting the front door behind him. “What are you doing here?” he asked walking closer. I don't know how long I was standing there but I didn't hear him open the door.

“We need to talk.” my voice came out more as a whisper.

“It's midnight. Couldn't this have waited until tomorrow?”

“No. I'm tired of you running away. I'm not leaving until we talk.” Haru quickly looked around before grabbing my hand and leading into the house and back to his room. Nothing had changed. Everything was back in its place like the house wasn't empty a few months ago. Every picture frame, piece of furniture, even the flower pot Haru’s mom kept by the front door. Being back reminded me of all the nights we would spend here watching movies and doing homework together. All the times we pulled all nighters for midterms and ended up eating way too many snacks. Then we would walk sleepily to Mystic cafe for coffee before our test. I finally met Haru’s eyes and he stared at me worried. He still had his hands wrapped around mine.

“Why did you leave?” I asked bluntly. When he didn't say anything I asked again.

“I thought we were okay. You told me you loved me and then disappeared. Haru I tried calling you I even came back here but you were gone. Why? You left me here and that hurt!” I cried out.

“Hey don't be so loud. My parents are asleep.” he said calmly. He took his free hand and tried to wipe my tears but I swatted his hand away. I stood up walking away from his bed.

“I don't even know why I came here. You obviously stopped caring about me a long time ago. And what makes matters worse is that I still love you. Even after all the shit you put me through, I still love you!” Haru pulled me into his lap. We stayed in silence until Haru spoke.

“Yua I still love you. I always will.” he whispered into my ear. I was torn. Those three words are what I waited months to hear but now I don't know what to feel.

“I know what I did was wrong but I had no intention of hurting you.”

“Then why did you leave?” I mumbled. I turned to face him, still teary eyed.

“I had to. I didn't want to but I had to. I had so many family issues and they all piled up at once. The next thing I knew we were packing up and headed back to our family home. I never meant to hurt you that night. When I came back I knew that I hurt you and didn't know how to talk to you so I kept avoiding you.I meant it when I said that I loved you. I never knew if I was coming back. I thought it would be better if you forgot about me.”

“ We've been friends forever and dated for two and a half years. Haru I couldn't forget you.” I had been playing with the necklace around my neck while Haru talked. It was a habit that I picked up anytime I thought about him. I laid against his chest trying to take in everything that was happening.

“You still wear it?” he smiled, brushing the hair out of my face.

“Of course idiot”. We talked for a little while longer. I zoned out for a little while taking everything in. Nothing about him had changed.well maybe his hair. His hair had grown out a little but I still liked it. He still had that same smile that I loved since we were kids. “You know you could have just told me what was going on.”

“I know. I should have but everything happened so fast.” I looked at my phone and it was 2am. I let out a yawn and got up.

“I should probably go home.”

“I'll walk you back. It’s late.” I nodded and yawned again before following him out of his room. Haru held my hand as we walked back to my house. It was silent but it was comfortable like it had always been.

“Thanks for walking me home.” I said once we got to the front door. He let go of my hand and pulled me to his chest.

“Let's talk some more when it’s not 2 am.” he laughed and I nodded against his chest. He leaned down to press a light kiss on my lips.

“Good night Yua.”

A few weeks later

“Why are you so smiley?” Hikari asked from across the table at breakfast. She gave me a confused look before digging her fork into her french toast.

“No reason.” I smiled, looking up from my phone and sipped my orange juice. Hikari shrugged and continued to eat while scrambling to finish her math homework.

“If you weren’t up all night with Hisako playing video games then maybe you would have finished.” I joked. She looked up for a second to give me an angry glare before going back to her homework.

“Girls! Hurry up with breakfast before you're late!” Mom yelled running through the house while biting into an apple. She had a meeting this morning and has been running around the house since 5 am.

“Has anyone seen my phone?!” She yelled pulling her sweater over her head.

“Living room!” Hikari and I yelled back in unison.

“Why is she always like this?” I asked, shaking my head.

“Oneesan! Let’s get ice cream.” Hikari said happily as she and Hisako waited for me after school.

“Oh… I actually have plans.” I looked over her, smiling at the figure walking over towards us.

“With who?” She pouted cutely.

“With me.” Haru said leaning down to kiss me.

“Okay ew. I guess I’ll go with Hisako.” Hikari said, walking away disgusted. She only walked a few feet before turning back to face us.

“Wait are you officially back together?”

“Maybe.” I winked, reaching up to kiss Haru’s cheek. Hikari walked away again with the same disgusted look walking faster to catch up with Hisako. I laughed reaching for Haru’s hand.

“Where do you wanna go?” Haru asked after walking around for a few hours.

“Let’s get ramen!” I cheered, grabbing Haru’s hand. There was a ramen shop that had opened up in Harajuku.

“I see why you wanted to come here?” Haru laughed once we got to the building. I looked at him with a mischievous grin on my face.

“How could I miss out on a Naruto themed ramen shop?” I squealed. Haru playfully rolled his eyes before following me inside. Everything felt normal again. After we talked at his house that night we talked a few more times before deciding to give our relationship another shot. I found us a table when Haru ordered the food. I felt off like someone was watching me. I haven't felt like this in awhile. It couldn't have been just me right? Hikari seemed fine so maybe this time it was really just me imagining things. I felt at ease when I saw Haru walking to our table.

“Extra scallions, no garlic, firm noodles, extra spicy, and iced tea.” Haru smiled now sitting across from me. I smiled back happy that he still knows my ramen order.

“And aren't you missing something?” I questioned. He laughed and pulled out a charm from his pocket.

“And a Sasuke charm that you wouldn't let me leave without.” I smiled watching him add the charm to my keychain.

“Thank you.” The waiter came by with our food. I enjoyed every bite and planned to make Haru come back. While we were eating I noticed that Haru tensed up a bit. Maybe he was nervous. That wasn't like him though. After dinner we walked around Harajuku for a little while longer, popping in a few stores along the way. I noticed that Haru seemed distant and distracted. He only replied back to me with “yeah” or “okay”.

“Haru?” I stopped him by standing in front of him.

“What’s up?” he asked, confused.

“Why are you so distant tonight?” He came closer now standing right in front of me, looking down. “Why are you so tall?” I mumbled looking up at him.

“Babe i'm fine.” he reassured, leaning down to kiss me. “Are you sure? We promised not to keep secrets from each this time.”

“I promise I'm fine. Let’s go home though. I don't need your mom yelling at me because I brought you back past curfew.” he laughed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.”

Haru’s pov

I dropped Yua off and told her goodnight. Her mom gave me some lemon bars to give to my mom. My mom loved Naomi’s lemon bars. Walking back to my house I felt someone following me. I picked up on his scent. It was the same from earlier. I turned around to face where the scent was coming from.

“I know you're following me so just come out. I don’t bite well, not always” I was met with a teen boy with blue eyes dressed in all black.

“So you’re the one that’s been stalking my girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t call her your girlfriend since she’s been crying about how you left her for a long time now. Maybe you should leave her again. That would make my job a lot easier” The boy said completely unbothered.

I looked him up and down before grabbing him by his collar “Who the fuck are you and what do you want with my girl?”

The boy yawned as if he was bored and pushed me off of him. “ You're in my business, don't do that. I’m pretty sure you have your secrets that you wouldn’t want her to know right?” He looked at me and his eyes were very cold. The boy smirked at me “you're pathetic and not worth my time so let me handle my business in peace.”

He tried to walk away from me but I wasn’t about to let him go without knowing what he wanted from Yua. I grabbed his shoulder, turning him back towards me. “ If you think i’m just gonna let you leave then you got another thing coming. Now answer my question what the fuck do you want with Yua?!” I yelled as I attempted to punch him in the face but he dodged me and held a blank face as if he was bored.

The boy sighed before smirking at me. “You really wanna do this? Alright” He said before hitting me with a roundhouse kick catching me off guard hitting me directly in my jaw. I got ready to send another punch his way when I felt his knee hit me in the stomach with extreme force. I stepped back gasping for air. “Damn this guy is fast how did he land two hits in a blink of an eye!?”I looked at the boy who just looked at me and there was no smirk this time his face was serious.

“I can do this all day. You wanna keep going? You seem out of it already so how about you dont waste anymore of my time.” he kept the same bored tone.

“Stay away from Yua and then I’ll leave you alone.” I growled this time using my speed and tackling him to the ground putting him in a headlock. I had to move faster than him if I wanted to get somewhere.

The boy sighed again and I heard him speak under his breath. “Idiot.” before breaking out of the headlock and elbowing me in my neck and sending a right hook across my face. And just when I thought he was done he sent another kick hitting me straight under my chin sending me flying and hitting the concrete ground roughly. “Next time you get in my way I won’t be so gentle.” the boy said before walking away.

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disastrousjest · 4 years

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8.25.20 -- 2 months ago I found the best Caesar for my Joseph. Really the only Caesar for my Joseph.

I am honored to be your Jojo. 💚 I look forward to continuing to write with you. @shabcn Happy Anniversary

Joseph stepped out of the shop, arms already full of a few things he planned to put together that night. The perfect night. That's what he was hoping for, his heart was racing already just thinking about it. He just hoped that it would be good enough for him. Although he stopped on his way back to begin setting up. Taking only half a step down the street before something caught his eye. A flash of yellow caught his eye. It was enough that he came to a halt, despite his arms already being full he couldn't help but think that this was something he needed to get. It was the colors that reminded him of Caesar. The way the yellow popped out, it was breath taking. Of course he knew what they were, although he hadn't thought much about them before. Not until he was out gathering things that reminded him of the man that meant the most to him. How many times had he seen this little shop before and thought nothing of it? A better question, how long had they had these wonderful flowers sitting outside their shop and he didn't realize it until now? Well, that didn't matter. He had noticed them now and they were perfect. If there was anything in the world that could represent Caesar in such a divine way it was this. The color and contrast of the flowers reminded him of Caesar. Not just because of his blond hair and wild curls, but because Caesar was like a burst of color himself against an otherwise muted world.

Maybe that was bias and he was just thinking with his lovesick brain. Either way, he knew he had to have them. So, with that he collected up as many sunflowers as he could carry and headed to the clerk to pay for them all. The woman at the stand was nice enough to wrap them for him, she seemed pretty excited with all the things he seemed to have. He knew what she was assuming and he didn't bother to correct her. It was too much a task to try and explain to someone who was excited about something, that what they were thinking was a little wrong. These things that he had gathered up, they weren't for a beautiful woman. No no, they were for the one that he loved more than anything. The man that he had loved for quite some time now and had only recently been able to express that to. He was still recovering pieces of their past together and Joseph wasn't planning to rush that in the slightest. He knew better than to do that, after all some of those fragments could be very damaging considering how intense the situation had been at the time. But, he knew had he felt about him and there was nothing that was going to stop him from going forward with what he had planned. He wasn't going to lose his chance to be with him again, not this time. Not while he was still here.

Once he was through getting everything he needed, and maybe getting a bit lost on the way--he still hadn't picked up much on Italian, but it was slowly getting better. In pieces, though. He set out to make sure everything was absolutely perfect for the night. The setting he had chosen was a small, scenic area. Although he was certain that Caesar would know where to find him. He'd left him a message to meet him here and then had gone out of his way ti gather everything he needed for the night. As much as he would have liked to take him home with him or even out to a classic date, he found this to be a little more appealing. Around sunset there woukent be too many people around to bother them or stare. Not that he really cared if they did or not. Joseph was just happy to be able to be spending time with him. And at least now he could do it without feeling bad. Although it would seem crummy of him to be seen with someone else so soon after breaking it off with Suzie. But, had he ever really been devoted to her? The answer to that seemed to ring clear to him now and he had it in his mind to finally tell him. The mere thought of that though had him a little nervous. Romance wasnt his strong suit, he was clumsy at best. He just hoped that everything went smoothly for him or this could be embarrassing.

When he would finally arrive, Joseph got to his feet. He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he had arrived already. Scrambling up, he nearly stumbled over his own feet which could have made for a scene in itself. Well he was already off to an embarrassing start. Did his brain just leave whenever he was around him? Sometimes it felt that way, which could be a little frustrating for the younger male considering he was usually so confident in himself. Now here he was acting like a bumbling fool and falling all over himself. Maybe it was just because whenever he saw him he couldn't help but feel light headed, his heart racing and his stomach fluttering. Sometimes this even caused him to blush a little without his noticing. It was like this ever since he realized how much he loved Caesar. He was having a hard time keeping it all to himself, too. Trying not to come on too strong since he knew that the other didnt remember too much about their time together before. He had already loved him before but having him back in his life again it was as though he was able to fall for him all over again. And this time the bond developed differently between them. There hadn't been a rivalry but instead a friendship. It didnt matter to him though the connection only had him falling harder for him over and over. Although now that he was standing there looking at him, he found that he was suddenly tongue tied. Here came the bit of clumsiness that gripped at him whenever he was trying his hardest to be Romantic.

What he had done was set up an evening picnic. Meant to be enjoyed by sunset in a lovely scenic secluded area where they could just enjoy each other. It was just off the coast, but away from the bustle of the city itself. The cooling salty breeze rolled in from the sea though, adding a small chill to the air as the sun had started to sink. Everything was figured out, he had brought a few things they could snack on, but nothing that was too demanding. Just a few different sweets he had been recommended by someone while he was looking for something suitable for the night. And to drink he had gotten his hands on a bottle of wine. A sweet red wine to be exact. One bottle wouldn't hurt them too much, right? Only Joseoh didn't really drink at all which meant he was a light weight. Honestly he had only picked it up because it made him think of Caesar. Caesar who despite some of his habits and the way he used to find his showing off distasteful and annoying, held a certain elegance to him. He wasnt sure if that was because he had an ego sometimes or not. But holding the wine in his hands now and thinking back to it, only made him smile to himself. All those little things he used to find annoying about the other he now admired. This could have been because he had lost him ince already. Maybe he was only just noe really discovering just how much and how hard he had fallen in love with him. There were still things that got on his nerves of course, but that ess typical for anyone. Even so, there was no question who his heart beat for. The last thing he had picked up as an impulse had been a bouquet of beautiful sunflowers. Their bright sunkissed petals popping with color even as the sun started to sink on the horizon. These also reminded him of Caesar and for various reasons. The most being the warmth he felt whenever he had noticed them.

(I hope this isn't too much. I'm a little nervous.)

"What's all this?"

Joseph opened his mouth to respond but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, his face just got hot as he stared back at him. (This is bad. I have no idea what to say! Why didnt I think of this before? He's going to think I'm a total idoit!) Wordlessly, he watched as the other moved passed him inspecting everything he had put together. The smile that appeared on Caesar's festures was enough to have him ready to fall to his knees. Weak from it. He seemed to be admiring everything and the growing silence was only making Joseph more aware of how hard his heart was pounding in his chest. He had to say something to him. Had he not organized all of this so that he could tell him what he had been dying to tell him? Now all of a sudden he was stuck, unable to make the words form. He loved Caesar. And his heart burned to let those words slip from his lips. But now that he was faced with the reality of actually confessing he wasnt sure how to begin. Maybe he should have practiced this a little more. Why didnt he think of that? Probably because he has been so busy trying to make sure everything else was perfect that he hadn't thought about it at all. He knew what he wanted to say, but now he needed to figure out how to say it. In his panic, Caesar had finished looking over everything picking up the sunflowers before turning to him. Those beautiful emerald eyes set on his.

He swallowed. (Say something, dammit!) "I...I had something I wanted to tell you so... I thought this would be a good place." The response he got was a puzzled look and an arch of a brow, urging him to continue. He might as well just rip this band aid off. Saying it putting it out there was going to be the only way he as going to be able to do it. If he thought too much about it, then he would only freeze up again. It would only be a matter of time, too before Caesar said something about his clumsy attempts and awkwardness over the whole situation. And it was the whole reason he had brought him here to this place.

His face was only getting hotter. "What's the occasion for all this, Jojo?"

"Caesar, I..." He could feel the blush expanding across his cheeks, deepening in hue. "...I-I'm in love with you. I know that it might sound strange to you, given you haven't known me too terribly long. But, I dont care if it seems weird. I love you! And I have been in love with you... basically from the moment we met." At least, since he met him here. That was the easiest way to put it without disturbing too much.

His clumsy confession was met with silence, one that made him feel as though he might have said too much. That is, until the distance was closed between them. Arms were wrapped around Joseph's framex bringing him close. The brush and fragrance of sunflowers filling the air before his lips were suddenly locked into a passionate embrace. It stunned him at first but he didnt object it. Once his shock had passed, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled his body closer to his. Joseph returned the kiss that was given to him with everything he had. All the emotion he had felt for him pouring into that connection. He wanted Caesar to feel the words he had just spoken to him. His heart only knew him and could only belong to him completely. It had never been with anyone else. And only now was he being given the chance to hold him in this embrace and express the emotions he had been harboring for years. He wanted to be his and only his. Not just in his hidden desires. But in everyday he possibly could. Joseph was determined not to lose his chance at that again.

#shabcn #returnfromheaven #jojodrabble #happy anniversary #the in story confession will probably be messier

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paepsi · 5 years

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EXO as dumb shit I’ve done, EXPLAINED:

Suho:

See this picture here? This is me before the moving team. I was so fucking proud of myself for strapping the base of the chair to my roof (it wouldn’t fit through the trunk of me smol hatchback). I thought it was funny that it kinda looked like a kip-pah and asked my friend to take a pic for me here (see my lil peace sign next to my face? im v happy of my jew car). Little did I know that after driving to my new apartment with the whole moving team from IKEA unloading shit from the truck, I would be stuck in the fucking car. I didn't have a knife or scissors to cut the strings and I didn't want to make my dumb assery to be noticed; so instead of asking for help... I climbed out the front window and almost fell flat on my ass. When I stood up and turned around, the whole moving team was just standing there looking at me. The assholes knew I was stuck and let me suffer.

Kris & Kai:

so these moments both happened in the same night. I went to a house warming party for my friend and I didn't know what to bring as a gift, so I just bought two big bags of Hawaiian bread. Now throughout the night, the more I drink, the more impulsive I get.

I started putting the bread on people's shoulders, slowly piling them up until they noticed. Everyone was pretty wasted so there was no surprise when I had a stack of 4 1/2 buns (I ate half) on my friends shoulder. Anyways- fast forward into the night, I'm craving sweets, so I walk into my friends kitchen and find a jar of cookies. At the time I thought it was a brilliant idea to just put the Hawaiian bread in there so the kitchen looked full; a fair exchange, if you will. At least that's what I thought... I found pictures from the party and it turns out I just ended up putting in a half eaten bun sjzjsj

Fast forward into the morning of the next day, I’m hungover and I wake up wearing mismatching socks (one is mine, the other I have no idea).

I needed to get home because I had work later that day, so I hop into my car and start driving home. The whole time there was this annoying beeping sound that I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I had such a bad headache that I pulled over to see what the fuck was wrong. I got out of my car, checked the wheels, checked the under the hood, then hopped back inside. I was so frustrated that I banged my head on the steering wheel and just rested my eyes for a sec. When I opened them to look straight ahead at my dashboard, the brake light was glowing bright red. I cried.

Chanyeol:

One summer evening, I was hanging with my sister and her friends around a campfire. We were roasting marshmallows, drinking, having a good time etc. Eventually later into the night we started getting bored and one of my sister’s friends suggested playing hot potato with the coals from the fire. We’re all game like FUCK YEAH LETS DO THIS. Then we start tossing it around and realize that it’s way too fucking hot, so instead of tossing it’s just everyone spiking the coal to the next person. FYI, I have terrible hand eye coordination and I wasn’t wearing my glasses that night. Every single time the coal was spiked my way it would miss my hand and fly straight into my hair. The next day I woke up, looked in the mirror, skipped breakfast and headed straight to the salon. still looked cute or w/e so I ain’t mad

Kyungsoo:

Ahhhh, this one is actually pretty personal and happened not too long ago! My mom finally left this dirt bag she’d been married to for the past 16 years. When I say dirt bag, I mean a manipulative, abusive piece of shit. My mom was so tired during her session with the mediator for when they were deciding who was getting what; she took 30-45 minutes to talk alone with them and he took 3 fucking hours putting on this sick sob story. The mediator was so done with him too that they just let him do whatever he wanted. That meant he had the “right” to pick and choose what belonged to him in our apartment. The fucker took EVERYTHING. He took the furniture, the bedroom sets, all the electronics, the spices- HE DOESN’T EVEN COOK. However, a week before then, I bought a huge bottle of vanilla. I needed it to make edible cookie dough, which I was doing everyday out of stress. The day before he finally moved out, I came home from work to see everything wrapped/packed up. I started to get worked up and went to the kitchen to make my cookie dough. When I opened the cabinet to get my vanilla and saw it completely empty, I lost it. I literally screamed and started tearing up all the boxes, finding more shit that belonged to me and stopped when I finally found my vanilla. I went back to the kitchen, happily made my cookie dough and kicked back on "his” couch with my dirty shoes on. Later that night, the asshole came home and screamed at me. I shut him up tho when I told him I’d suffocate him with a pillow in his sleep if he dared to touch me or any of my things ever again. He didn’t stay in the apartment that night lol

Baekhyun:

I think this one might be my favorite story. It all started when a package from my mom in the mail never showed up even though the UPS tracking said it had already arrived on my doorstep. I assumed in meant the package was stolen and got really bummed about it since it had some essential items in there. My roommates felt bad and decided to cheer me up by throwing a house party (woohoo! cue the alcohol!). It started at like 3pm and went on all the way until 4 am the next day. Somewhere within that time frame while it was still light outside, slightly tipsy, I found a ladder on the side of the house and had a strong urge to follow it up to the top; and who am I to deny every desire that comes across my pea sized brain. I was half-way up to the roof when one of my roommates spotted me (let’s call him Big Ned; there were two guys named Ned in our house so we just called them Big Ned and Little Ned; Big Ned is like 6′3″ and Little Ned is like 5′4″). Big Ned started yelling at me to get down and I told him I couldn’t because it was my destiny to reach the top. He decided that there was no use arguing with me and ended up following me to the roof (even though he’s afraid of heights; bless his BFG heart). He’s kinda hard to miss, so when he started making his way up to the roof with me, it grabbed a lot of attention. Some joined us. Meanwhile, I decided to walk around and look into my neighbors yards. I saw a mess of papers in one of the alleys between our houses and joked “lmao that’d be funny if that was my package”. We laughed for a bit then looked a little closer until we realized oh fuck that’s my package. My body moved on it’s own and just kinda scrambled across the roof trying to figure out the fastest and least painful way to get off the roof. Thank the stars for Big Ben holding me back by the collar of my shirt and preventing me from jumping down onto the neighbors fence. Little Ben ended up running over and jumping the fence to get it for me. We still don’t know how it got there.

Tao:

In middle school, I had to go on this field trip to some ranch out in the countryside of Texas. I remember we were all huddled into a barn with a big stage in the back. The teachers grabbed a mic and got on stage to talk about who knows what. Idk I wasn’t paying attention, talking to my friend, in my own world. When the mics go off, everyone starts chattering. At that moment in time, I was extremely preoccupied with my shoelaces when I got a tap on my shoulder from my homeroom teacher. I think she was mad at me for not listening and told me to head up to the stage along with a few other students making their way over. Being in front of others makes me nervous, but when the teachers put a bib around my neck before I got on stage, I was too confused to think of anything else. When another teacher started handing out baby bottles filled with Gatorade to each student on stage, I had to stop them to ask what was going on. And what do ya know, I’m in a baby bottle drinking contest. Before I had time to ask any more questions, they were already counting down to start. Now listen, I’m not the type of person to back down from a challenge so ofc you know I’m gonna suck the soul out of this bich. The reason I can say this confidently is because up until I was 11 years old, I always drank out of baby bottles when I got home from school. I just really liked the feeling?? For me, nothing beat chilling on the couch, watching Teen Titans and drinking fresh cold orange juice from a baby bottle on a hot summer day. Idk but I guess it came in handy since I finished a 24oz bottle under 35 seconds. The rest of the kids weren’t even close to half way through. There’s a picture of me at the back of my school year book holding up the baby bottle like a trophy.

Sehun:

Remember my sisters friends from the campfire? Well I spent a good long summer hanging with her friend group and ended up getting kinda close to this one of the guys (let’s call him Jake). I have a really broad range of music taste and I guess he digged that so we talked a lot about music together. By the end of the summer, Jake threw a party at his house and invited me over. Ngl I wanted some dick so ofc I’m gonna go all out and break out my hot leather Madonna outfit. I head out with my sis and the house is packed by the time we get there. The whole time we’re pretty much just hanging out, drinking and dancing the night away. Some time passed 1 am (I think), I’m sorta outside making out with Jake on the side of his house. It’s getting really hot and heavy. When we finally broke apart for air, he told me he though he was in love with me. I’m screaming internally, panicking and I don’t know what to do. I could tell from way before that he really liked me, but I didn’t think it was to that extent. It doesn’t help exactly that I don’t feel the same way for him. Don’t get me wrong! He was really hot and sweet, but I just couldn’t see myself with him. So what did I tell him? Nothing. My dumb ass was in such a panic that all I could think of was that I needed to run. I did. I ran back into the house, out the front porch, spotted his skateboard and took off. I didn’t really know where I was or where I was going but somehow I ended up at the train station and eventually found my way back home.

Xiumin:

On my 21st birthday, my roommates took me out to a really nice, 5 star restaurant in the city we lived. They're buying me all the drinks I want cause heck I'm finally legal! Now, I think y'all can see a pattern of what happens when I drink. So when Big Ned got a glass of scotch and I had just finished off my last sip of wine, I wanted some too. I asked him to share, using "it's my birthday" to get my way. Ever the gentleman, Big Ben pours half his glass into my wine glass and keeps his raised for a cheers. The whole group joins in and with a shout of Mozeltov, I slam the wine glass down on the table and toss it back. It wasn't until I finished the last drop and tried to set my glass back on the table that I realized I snapped the stem in half. No one spoke, except for Little Ned, softly, "did you... did that really just happen?" Yeah. Yeah it did. Thankfully the restaurant agreed to keep the broken glass off the bill as long as I left the restaurant immediately.

Chen:

On a Saturday night, I met up with a good friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in months. We bought some snacks and drinks then drove to a marina near my apartment (new place in California). The whole night we spent catching up and throwing rocks in the water. I was still a little tipsy when it was time to go home and my friend ended up driving me back. On the way back, I opened a bag and snacked on some pizza flavored goldfish. I was about a fourth of the way through the bag when I decided I didn’t like it anymore and started tossing them out the window. We pull up to a stop light and my friend is trying to make me stop by rolling up the window, but I stick my leg out before he could close it. Next he tries to compromise and said if I wasn’t going to eat the goldfish, I should just put the bag down and remove my leg from the window. My tipsy ass told him no, I was handing out free food. I turned to look at the car next to me, asked (yelled) if they wanted any goldfish and held out the bag to them. I guess the dude thought it was funny and was just like “yeah sure why not, lifes too short to not eat goldfish from a stranger at a stoplight” alksdjflskdj

Lay:

When I was about 6 years old, I lived out in the suburbs of Fulshear, Texas. The community is really tiny and everyone knew each other. One time, I was playing hide and seek with my siblings, and decided to hide under my moms bed. While I was waiting for my brother to come find me, I fell asleep. A couple hours later I wake up and it’s dark out. The house is empty. I’m calling out to see if anyone is home, checking all the rooms. I thought maybe everyone decided to tag me “it” since I passed out. After a while of not finding anyone, the phone rings and I pick up. It’s my mom sounding out of breath calling to see if anyone found me and took me back to my house. Turns out I had actually been knocked out for 6 hours. Not being able to find me during hide and seek for 2 hrs, my siblings went to get my mom who also started looking for me. After another hour and no luck, she called our neighbors across the street to see if I went over to play with their kids. Ofc they said no and said they would call some other people in the neighborhood to find out if they'd seen me. A few hours later, the whole neighborhood was out looking for me. Meanwhile I'm at home chilling on the couch watching Teletubbies and eating goldfish (the original babey).

Luhan:

My dad took me and my siblings to the beach almost every summer in elementary school. We would always stay at this Holiday Inn right across the street from the sands. At night, we would go “hunting” for crabs with a flashlight and a fishnet. But on some nights when my dad was too tired to go out, my siblings and I would hang in the kids room at the hotel. We were fooling around and just being kids. Then we found a big case filled with tubes of paint. I was excited to do some finger painting but before I could reach for a tube, my brother stopped me to say he had an idea. He dared us lay down our sheets of paper and paint them by jumping on the tubes. Being the youngest of four, I thought this was a brilliant idea and immediately got to work. Set my paper down and lined up the colors I wanted to use. I jumped.... Only a spec of paint made it onto the paper... The rest beautifully decorated the off-white walls of the kids room. We all just froze because oh my stars we’re gonna be in so much trouble. Turning to each other, we made a very strong pinky promise to not tell a soul what happened. The next day when we returned to the kids room, the case was gone, faded splotches of green and purple remained on the walls, and a big paper taped above reading “NO PAINTING ALLOWED”.

Fun fact: my eldest sister used to write about my adventures for her creative essay homework’s in middle school.

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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Today was a pretty good day. There was a big stressful part of the beginning but the majority of the day was very good. There was even a special surprise. And yoga.

I slept super poorly last night. I couldn't fall asleep for forever because I felt sick and nauseous and bad. And then when I did fall asleep I woke up a few times again. Air conditioner turned off in the middle of the night and James rollover next to me and I woke up just horribly uncomfortable. He wouldn't turn the air conditioning back on that because he always takes care of me. And I was able to sleep until about 7.

James was awake and told me I could keep sleeping but I didn't really want to. I wanted to lay there so I just played on my phone for a while. And then I got up. I got cleaned up and dressed and I felt okay.

I hung in my hammock for a little bit and then James told me he made a waffle. And I was like okay. And I was confused because he had asked me what I wanted for breakfast last night and I said I was going to have the avocado scramble thing I made the other day. And then he remembered that after he made the waffle and felt very bad. But it was fine. He made the thing I wanted and he had the waffle for breakfast instead.

I got the best boyfriend.

We hung out for a while and then left to go to the bus. James walked me there. And then bus proceeded not to show up for almost a half an hour. I was very frustrated. Because it was supposed to be there at 9: 30 but it didn't come until almost 9:50. And we had been there since 920. So I was very stressed out and I hate being late!! I texted Tiffany and let her know and I was just very distressed.

I was about 15 minutes late in the end. Sucks. I'm going to try to get an earlier bus tomorrow. So even if it runs late I will hopefully have the same issue. Because seriously we were three blocks away from access art and our bus driver saw someone on the street that he knew and he park the bus and got off to go have a conversation with him. I was losing my mind.

But I got there and everyone was fine. We're just lesson planning so it wasn't like I was missing anything yet but I hate being late. We all kind of bullshitted and talked for a little bit and then the teacher from holistic Life Center came.

He was a really nice guy. He told really funny stories and he was young and covered in tattoos and wearing a Orioles yoga shirt. He mostly talked about mindfulness. A little bit of yoga. And we learned a lot about breathing exercises. I felt very Vindicated and validated about the types of breathing exercises I already do with the kids when they're upset or hurt. But I learned some really interesting ones today. Specifically that I breathe wrong and I'm trying to retrain myself but it's very hard. It was very enjoyable even though I hated sitting in the folding chairs for that long. My feet don't reach the ground and it's uncomfortable.

But we also played a couple mindfulness games at the end of that was cool. Stuff that we can use in the classroom and it's awesome. I'm really glad that we were able to do that.

We had a late lunch. Marcus went down the street and got me a spring roll. Was very good. And I worked on my lesson plan. Almost out. I think I'll probably end up finishing it tomorrow. And then I'll go back in and make sure it's all good. I also think I want to use a couple other visual things for the classroom. And maybe add some tutorial images of some kind. We have tomorrow and Friday to finish lesson plans. And even with my brain breaks where I sketched tattoo ideas I still got a lot done.

While I was taking a break on my lesson plan I was looking at eBay and I got a crazy good deal on a Furby buddy. Something that I've been trying to get for 2 months now there's a little plush versions of the Furbies. I don't absolutely love them but people use them to make the long Furbies. And I'd like to try my hand at that. And I got one for $5. Usually they go for $35 to $40. I am very excited. I think I'm going to use it slightly as part of my example for my quilt making lesson. I'm going to make its belly pattern based off of Victorian crazy quilts. I'm very excited.

At 3 we finished up. We all decided on which weeks we should be teaching our lessons and when. Was decided that my quilt project would go first which makes me slightly nervous but it's probably a good idea. Because it's community building project we're going to kind of have all the kids get out there art things right away before they jump into other projects and I think that will work out nicely.

And then me and fitsum went home. His driving kind of makes me nauseous. Lot of fast speed up and then stopping. But we had a nice conversation about capitalism and its downfalls. And talked about apartments because he's moving as well. We saw a couple meet cars that we pointed out and talked about. It was a good time.

He dropped me off and I made some food. Did a couple packing things. Made a pile of the furniture and getting rid of. And just kind of hung out. Me and James were going to have dinner together but I kind of just wanted to be by myself a little bit. My dad's going to come visit this weekend and he's going to take the bed. So really these are the last couple days I'm ever going to live alone if all goes according to plan. And it feels very strange. I've lived alone for a long time. But I am excited. Nervous but excited.

I was just kind of chilling. Even though it was too humid in here to call it chilling. Playing Animal Crossing and watching videos. And then I decided to go check the mail.

I was excited because I had a package. But then I saw that there was a letter in there as well from the Minneapolis Apartment project. Which means it's from the class action settlement. Which means it's a check. When we won the settlement last year they said that we would get all of our rent back. But of course it was going to go into appeals. So we would probably just get a portion of our rent back. And honestly getting any amount of money from living in those apartments would be fine. But I was so nervous about opening this check. So he opened my package first. And it was socks! very exciting. I was looking forward to those socks. They're black and they have little hearts on them.

But I couldn't put off opening the check any longer. And I did and if I did my math right I thought about nine months worth of rent back. And the checks that this might not be the only check. That I might get more? Like after all the lawyers and fees are paid if there's anything left over there going to send another check. That's wild. And like all of my money stress. The $40 me and James got scammed out of the other day. James his bike breaking. Moving. All of it. This kind of feels like a buffer. We don't have to worry about it now. Least for a while. And I'm making more money and if he gets this job he's going to be at making more money. And even if he doesn't get this job he's going to keep looking until he does get something good. Don't have to be so stressed out and nickel-and-diming ourselves all the time. it's exciting. It feels Like the universe is telling me everything's going to be okay. That means using my white privilege to help make the lives of my neighbors and Minneapolis better is being rewarded. And that sometimes being a good person and trying to help other people does pay off in the end. And sometimes in cash.

I kind of didn't know what to say when I open the check. So I called James and let him know. And then I called my dad. We talked about taxes and he's going to check with the tax lady to make sure that I have put enough aside next year. I don't want to have an issue. But yeah it's exciting. And it was good to hear dad. He sounds a lot better. And he's looking forward to coming on Sunday and I'm looking forward to having him here. We're going to patch holes but hopefully we'll also do something else. Maybe we'll eat some good food and maybe we'll go see something interesting. Unsure of what yet but I'll figure that out.

I called Jess next to let her know. And she was very excited for me. And then I went back to packing. I brought more stuff from the basement. I broke down all of my Furby boxes. I don't know why I'm keeping them but it feels weird to throw them away. So flat in the Middle East to put them in storage. And I use the box that I have been storing them in to put kitchen stuff in. Paper towels and Ziploc bags. That one bottle of alcohol I always have. And then I took a shower. I painted my toenails and I'm just watching videos and enjoying my night.

Back to lesson planning tomorrow. And then I think falafels with James. No matter what it's going to be a good day. I can feel it. Hope you all have a good night tonight. Be kind to each other. Go out of your way for someone else. Don't expect anything in return. Good night

#ootd #work #good day #weird dog #cat #drawings #wensday

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