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paladin-heart5 · 26 days

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So This Is Love

Leon Kennedy x Reader x Chris Redfield

Summary; You are in a poly relationship with Chris and Leon

CW; fluff, smut, dp, blowjob, fingering, creepy neighbor, protective boys. I think that's it, MDNI

AN; ahahahha I did it oh my gosh that was hard i'm sorry it took so long its 3.2k words I hope you like it byeee oh also please don't e afraid to send request I need ideas

You're not physically strong, not to say you're a complete weakling either. However, you're definitely considered fragile compared to your boyfriends. They're basically your guard dogs, but you try your best not to rely on them. You're still an independent woman who can take care of yourself. Realistically, you have to be when they aren't around, which is more than you think. They both work for the government, and oftentimes they're both gone around the same time. You do your part of course, make sure the house is nice and tidy, groceries are stocked for when they come home starving. They need all the nutrition they can get. You like to give them a taste of domesticated peace when you are able to. Being self-employed definitely has its perks when it comes to scheduling. The boys insist you don't even need to work, but you don't want to seem useless. You're grateful for them, and you like to show it. Who knows what you'd be doing if you hadn't met, let alone date Leon S Kennedy and Chris Redfield. You'll admit, when they're home, you're putty in their hands. Only after you've taken care of them though, you want to make sure they're safe and sound at home. To them, you're their precious flower, their safe haven.

Currently you're walking home from the market, which happens to be right outside of the neighborhood. It's quite convenient since you don't have a car, you like walking around anyway. You have three filled totes of foods, you've been needing to fill the fridge. Both your boyfriends have been on a mission for the last two weeks. The time has been lonely and boring, but you're proud that they're saving the world. As you approach the house, you notice your neighbor staring at you. His name is Gary, and he's usually sitting in the dark or watering his front lawn.You offer a warm smile, although he is a creepy older man, you try to be friendly. He slowly waves at you.

“Need a hand, doll?” Gary steps forward in your direction. You let out a nervous chuckle and shake your head. “I'm alright, Mr. Dawson, thank you though.” You politely decline as you approach your porch. The older man stops at the fence dividing your yards. He keeps a smile on his face, one that shows his dirty, cracked up teeth. All that smoking really did a number on him.

“Where are those strong men of yours? Shouldn't they be helping their little lady?” He questions, raising a brow. You roll your eyes as you fumble with your keys, trying to open the door.

“They're at work, but don't worry, I can take care of myself.” This wouldn't be the first time he's tried to get close to you, in a way that is more than friendly neighbor. Anytime the guys aren't here, he's trying his best to get to you. Means he's scared of them, but you're not so easily put off. Having two special agents as boyfriends has its perks when it comes to self defense. Fortunately, Gary hasn't pushed too far.

“Don't you ever get lonely when those boys are gone all the time?” The old man asked with a tilt of his head, his brows furrowed slightly. You sigh as you finally open the door, you turn your head to him, pick up your grocery totes, and give him a fake smile.

“Nope! They never make me feel lonely, have a good day Mr. Dawson!” You quickly enter the house and close the door. While it's supposed to be a ‘neighborly’ conversation, you always end up uncomfortable. The way he looks at you always makes it worse. You shrug it off and continue with your day, putting away the groceries and organizing the kitchen. You hear the sound of your phone going off, you received two messages. Both from your boyfriend's.

Hey baby, Leon and I will be home tonight.

So excited to see you princess, expect cuddles.

You smile brightly as you read the messages, they're finally coming home! You just have to do something special, maybe make their favorite meal. You gasp as an idea pops into your head. You quickly go to your room and search through your closet. After a couple minutes of digging through your clothes, you find a lingerie set you recently got. It's lavender lace, with a little bow at the top. It perfectly cups your breasts, and shows off your curves. You put it on and wear a blue silk robe that Leon gifted you. Humming softly, you fix your hair and check the time. They should be home in a couple hours, so you decide to set the table and prepare to cook dinner.

“You know Claire can't keep a secret.” You hear the door open from the front room, the sound of Leon and Chris's chuckles blessing your ears. You jump off the couch and watch as they take their shoes off. “That's true, I remember when we told her about asking Y/n out. She was so close to slipping we had to go for it.” Chris laughed before seeing you leaning on the wall of the kitchen.

“Hey baby girl!” He smiles as he holds his arms out for you. You quickly go into his arms. Chris chuckles and spins you, making you giggle. Leon turns and beams at the sight of you in the shiny robe he got you. He steps forward and hugs the both of you.

“I missed you guys so much, you have no idea.” You say teary eyed, when they come home alive and safe is when you process the fact that their jobs are incredibly dangerous. You never know if you'll lose one, or both. The boys let you go and smile at you, each of them holding your hands.

“We missed you too, princess. Was everything okay while we were gone?” Leon asks softly, kissing your knuckles. You smile and nod slowly.

“Everything is clean and food is ready.” You say softly as you examine them for any injuries. You only find a few bruises here and there, which is better than most times. The two smile at you.

“Let's eat then, hm?” Chris goes to the kitchen and serves the plates for all of you. You sit at the table and smile as you all begin to eat. Chris and Leon talk about the mission, or as much as they're able to. Then they insist on hearing how you did.

“It was good, mainly work and cleaning. I started doing some work outs in the garage, figured it would be good.” You admitted as you picked at your food. Chris and Leon looked at each other before back at you. Chris is the first to speak up.

“That's great, baby girl. Leon and I would love to work out with you if you need pointers.” He tilts his head as you think.

“Yeah, I'd like that. Just.. nothing too intense please. I'm still learning.” You say softly as you look at them. Leon gives you that sweet smile, from the pictures you've seen, that boyish charm never left him.

“We'd never push you too hard, princess.”

“We actually have a routine idea, but.. might be too intense for ya.” Chris hums out, his tone feigning sympathy. You perk up a bit as Leon smirks.

“What is it?” You ask, tilting your head curiously. Leon takes each of your plates and rinses them off before setting them in the dishwasher.

“It definitely would work up a sweat. Even knocks the wind out of us doesn't it, babe?” He glances over to Chris, earning a chuckle.

“Maybe you, but I never get tired.” Chris stands and goes behind him, squeezing his ass. Leon jumps and wacks him with a hand towel. You blush, but smile. You always enjoy watching them give each other affection. You stand up and bite your lip.

“Can you show me what it is?” You ask, innocently opening your robe just enough for them to notice the lingerie underneath. It grabs both of their attention.

“I suppose we can teach you, but you have to listen to us. Think you can do that baby girl?” Chris makes his way over to you, pulling you gently by the waist. You smile and nod.

“Use your words.” He orders.

“Yes, Chris.” You sway nervously, starting to feel your heart race in anticipation.

“Good girl.” Chris praises with a kiss to your hairline. Leon hums and goes over to tug at Chris’s jeans.

“Let's go then, wanna give my lovers a good time.”

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Leon and Chris guide you to your shared bedroom. They begin to take off their shirts and pants, leaving themselves in their boxers. You giggle at this, they aren't very good at hiding their eagerness. You can already see the bulges. Chris’s cock definitely has more girth to it, while Leon's got the length. You love the balance, they both make you feel heavenly when you make love. The joy of sharing such intimate moments with the greatest men you know will never get old.

Chris is the first to initiate, stepping behind you and kissing at the back of your neck. You giggle in response, his stubble being very ticklish. Leon smiles, adoring the sound of your laughter. He'll do anything to hear it, do anything to make both you and Chris happy. He steps forward and grabs your hands, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wastes no time, connecting your lips in a heated kiss. Chris smiles and rubs his calloused hands along your curves. Leon gently parts from you, moving some hair out of your face as you pant. You glance over and see the curtains open, also noticing Gary’s open as well. You start to feel uneasy and shudder. Your boyfriend's notice this.

“What's wrong, princess?” Leon's deep, but gentle voice rings through your ears. You look at him and point to the open window curtains.

“Mr. Dawson has been making me uncomfortable… again.” You say quietly, gripping Leon's shirt. The blonde quickly looks at Chris, already seeing a look of anger in his eyes.

“Easy there, big guy.” He hums calmly to Chris. While Leon is definitely frustrated by how your neighbor is making you feel, he tends to be the more level headed one. Chris on the other hand, is not afraid to humble someone. He's ready to bang on that door and give Gary a what for.

“Fuckin creep, we really need to get her a gun.” The brunette hisses to his boyfriend. Leon chuckles and pets your head.

“We'd have to show her how to use it first. What do you think, baby?” He looks down at you, a gentle smile appearing. You melt at the sight of him, what a man. Leon and Chris are your fucking gods. You'd do anything to please them.

“I'm willing to learn.” You say softly, wrapping Chris’s arms around your waist, making him relax again. He cracks a smile and kisses your head. Leon slips out of your grasps and goes to close the window, making sure the curtains completely cover it. Chris sways with you and you smirk as you remember what you're wearing.

“I have a surprise for you, gentlemen.” You hum as you go to the foot of the bed. Leon returns to Chris’s side, both of them looking at you curiously. You slowly untie your robe before letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lingerie. The blonde and brunette gape at the sight of you, taking in your appearance.

“Holy fuck, I'm gonna take a bite out of that cake.” Chris growls, stepping towards you. He lifts you up with ease before tossing you on the bed. You squeak at this, followed by a giggle. He then crawls over you, kissing at your neck again as he starts to take off your set. Leon watches with lust darkening those blue orbs. The scene unfolding in front of him is like a dream. Once Chris has you completely naked, he immediately plays with your breast, making you moan. Your nipples become hard and sensitive.

“Such a lovely girl.” He praises you with a low tone. He then looks over to Leon, noticing him biting his lip.

“Come join the fun, pretty boy.” He gestures the blonde over. Leon's cheeks flush at the nickname, but he's quick to join. Chris carefully kneels beside you as Leon is on your other side. You watch as Chris grabs his throat and pulls him for a kiss. Loving, but also rough. It's a sight that has you squirming, it'll be engraved in your brain. The way Leon whimpers into the kiss all needy is delightful to your ears. You carefully run your hand along the blonde's abs, down to his inner thigh. The sound of his sigh is heard as Chris parts from him, smiling. They both look down at you and you give them an innocent smile.

“Such a good girl,” Leon hums as he trails his hand down to your core, rubbing his middle finger through your slick. You whimper and buck your hips. “She's so wet, Chris.” He breathes out lovingly.

“Oh I bet, poor thing has been missing our dicks, hm?” Chris coos to you, earning a quick nod. He chuckles and pats your thigh.

“On your knees, baby girl.” He orders, you're quick to follow, switching to your hands and knees. Leon laughs a bit at how eager you are, gently rubbing your ass. You smile at him and shake it. Chris slaps it, making you yelp. You glare at him. He laughs and moves behind you, taking a look at your glistening pussy.

“You're right, Lee. She's soaked.” The brunette growls as he watches with lustful eyes. Leon moves over in front of you, finally taking off his boxers to reveal his hard cock. Your mouth waters as you watch it hit his stomach. Leon smirks and cups your cheek.

“Want a taste, princess? Go ahead.” He says in a husky tone. You gingerly lick at his tip, gliding all the way down to his balls. After a moment of doing so, you take him into your mouth, earning a deep groan. Chris smiles at this before leaning down to lick a stripe along your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his tongue, lifting your hips a bit more. Leon grabs your hair, making a ponytail to hold as you bob your head. His head falls back as he moans, while Chris eats you out like a starved man. You suck on your boyfriend hungrily, eyes rolling back as you already feel your climax approaching. Chris smirks and slides two fingers into your clenching hole, pumping them in and out of you. The sound of Leon’s moans grows louder as he grips your hair.

“Fuck- I’m so close princess.” His chest rises and falls with quick, heavy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth, bobbing your head a little faster to help him finish. The ache in your jaw is painful, but so worth getting to see Leon come undone. His load shoots into your throat, a loud moan escaping him. His back arches as sweat beads on his forehead. A string of curses follow as you slowly lift your head, letting him go with a pop. You swallow his load and smile at him as he rubs your head. Chris continues to fuck you with his fingers and tongue, a wonderful feeling. The growing feeling of warmth and tightness in your core is making you go dumb, whimpering for him to go faster. As you feel your orgasm about to reach its peak, Chris stops completely. You whine at the sudden emptiness, making the buff man chuckle.

“I thought we should try something new tonight. How about you take both of us at once?” He suggests, sliding his boxers off. Your eyes widen, cheeks turning red as you look at Leon. He smiles at you and places a gentle kiss on your nose.

“It's up to you, princess. We promise to be careful of course.” He soothes, you think about it for a moment. It’s definitely something you’ve dreamed of, but knowing how big they are, you wonder if they’ll even fit. It’s at least worth a shot, that’s what lube’s for, right?

“I think I’d like that.” You look back at Chris, a sweet smile on your face. Chris returns the smile and rubs your hips. He lifts you up effortlessly, making you giggle. Leon adjusts himself so he’s laying flat on the bed. He then reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand. Squeezing a generous amount on his hand, he begins to rub his dick. You watch with fascination before Chris hovers you above Leon. You slowly settle yourself onto him, there’s little resistance due to the lube and how wet you are. You then lay down on his chest, leaving yourself open for Chris to enter. Leon rubs your back while Chris lubes up his dick as well. He lines himself up with your cunt, but doesn’t enter yet.

“What’s the safe word, baby girl?” He asks softly, not wanting you to end up uncomfortable in any way.

“Red.” You answer quietly, giving him the go ahead to enter. As he slowly slides in, you tense up, biting your lip.

“Relax, Y/n. It’ll ease up shortly, deep breaths.” Leon guides her through it as she squeezes his forearm. Once Chris is bottomed out, he stops, groaning deep in his chest.

“So damn tight.” He and Leon look at each other and smile, wordlessly in agreement that their girlfriend feels like heaven. They have to hold back from moving so that you can adjust. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for you to let them know they can move. Chris is the first to start thrusting his hips. At first, the stretch is big and of course a little painful; but as they move, you can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your mouth hangs open as soft moans escape you, taking comfort in the way they both have you sandwiched. It feels so good, so safe to be in between them. Leon whimpers as he feels you clench, whispers of praises being spoken in your ear. While Chris is growling and occasionally degrading you.

“Pussy’s so tight for me, baby. You like being a dirty whore for us, huh?” He grabs your hair, lifting your head a bit as you mumble.

“Yes sir, please- i’m gonna cum!” You moan out, Leon chuckles and cups your cheeks.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for us.” As he gives you permission, you feel the knot in your core snap. A loud moan falls from your lips as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm takes over. The feeling of you tightening around them only urges Leon to follow. He groans as his second climax takes over, holding you closer. Chris finishes last as usual, he grunts as he thrusts harder into you, making you whimper. The feeling of both of them filling you up is just so amazing. The movements come to a stop, all of you laying on each other as you breath heavily. The boy’s look over you to make sure you’re okay, and they can’t help but smirk as they see their cum ooze out of you.

“Alright then, bath time.” Chris stands and lifts you up, Leon goes ahead and sets a warm bath for all of you. He kisses Chris, then you. You’re incredibly grateful to have these caring men in your life.

#resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x y/n

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another-dr-another · 6 months

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leave the dining hall, and stick together hehehehe -iris

Maeda, narrating - Y'know, I wonder if the pots and pans that we have are the actual ones used by the Hopes Peak cooking staff, or if the mastermind got new ones.

Maeda - It doesn't matter- like, at all- just interesting to think about.

Maeda - Maybe we should think a bit more about how the mastermind set all of this up.

Maeda - I don't really have any thoughts on that right now, though...

~*~

//Maeda and Taira left the dining hall in silence, and continued their silence while they walked. All that can be heard is their footsteps-

Maeda - !

//Until Maeda realizes something is off.

Maeda - …It sounds like someone's coming down the stairs.

//Maeda stops, with Taira following suit- she seems confused, but that quickly changes as she hears the footsteps as well. Only a second after, it’s completely quiet; the third person has also stopped walking.

Maeda - ...

Taira - ...

//Taira sighs, quietly.

Maeda - ?- !

//Maeda looks up the stairwell, and sees… Tsurugi. At least, he sees the upper half of Tsurugi’s head, and the tips of his fingers. There’s a wall which divides the stairwell into two halves, one before the landing, one after. Tsurugi seems to have heard Taira and Maeda as they heard him, as he’s now making a show of peeking around the wall.

Maeda - ...Oh my God…

//Maeda watches as Tsurugi continues to shift around the wall, slowly moving until eventually, his whole body can be seen.

Taira - …Jesus-

Tsurugi - Howdy.

//Tsurugi is crouched on the railing.

Taira - …This is why you're advised against touching railings, Maeda. You can never know what germs have gotten on them.

Tsurugi - Wait, that isn't what I was told?

Tsurugi - I thought you aren't supposed to put your hands on railings because railings aren't for touching, they're for me to climb on.

Tsurugi - Every railing. All around the world. All for me, and no one else should use them ever, because you never know when I'll show up and want to use it to climb on.

Tsuurgi - Who knows where I'll pop up!

Tsurugi - The wooden railing in your church, that only exists for two or three stairs? The metal railing, for your apartment complex, the one with all the weird bars as siding?

Tsurugi - Plastic, rubber railings are usually safe though- those ones are weird to climb on, so...

Maeda - What are you doing, Tsurugi?

Tsurugi - Having a great time!

Tsurugi - Uh, for reals though, I'm going to my room.

Taira - ...

Maeda - ...Wait.

Maeda - Tsurugi, hold on. What about cleaning up the rec room?

Tsurugi - ...The rec room is in the exact same state as it was last night…

Tsurugi - Everyone’s just been organizing- like, everyone was taking stock of everything!

Tsurugi - And, also, we were fucking around. Just a bit.

Tsurugi - But, anyways…

Tsurugi - We realized that there really isn’t a whole ton of stuff to clean up? It’s just that it felt like a lot, because when we were grabbing everything, it was only Tomori, Uehara, and I, but now there’s like…

Tsurugi - Three times the amount of people, so it’s only a third of the horrors, which is a manageable amount of horrors.

Tsurugi - So, I got kicked out, to go and look at my room, and start taking care of things there!

//As he explained, Tsurugi moved from crouching on the railing, to moreso sitting on it. One of his legs is visibly stretched out along the part of the railing that Maeda can see, leading Maeda to assume the other leg is on the railing which Maeda can’t see. Trying to keep track of Tsurugi, and all of his limbs, has proven itself to be too much for Maeda- he has entirely lost track of the conversation.

Taira - ...

Taira - And you're just... going by yourself?

Tsurugi - ...

Tsurugi - Right?

Tsurugi - I think...

Tsurugi - I don't know! It all feels a bit weird right now, you know?

Tsurugi - ...The conversation in the dining hall took a weird turn, didn't it? I don't know. My head feels a bit-

Tsurugi - ...

Tsurugi - Sorry, I started thinking about helium balloons. Uh...

Tsurugi - I don't know, I think it's fine. I really think...

Tsurugi - Coming up with rules, analyzing things, and making predictions based off that... it's a good tactic, but not here, because there's so many variables...

Tsurugi - We really can't create an accurate projection, because we don't know all of what's impacting the outcome.

Tsurugi - Uhm... but, it's good that everyone else is comforted. It makes them feel better, so...

Maeda - ...

Maeda - What... are they going on about?

Maeda - ...Actually...

//Tsurugi shifts once again- he keeps moving, unable to settle down. For a moment, Maeda wonders why he doesn’t simply get down from the railing, since Tsurugi seems to be uncomfortable. But, just as he decides to say something- Tsurugi “falls” backwards, and proceeds to dangle off the railing, using his legs to balance as he hangs.

Tsurugi - ...Ugh.

Tsurugi - Oh!

//Tsurugi turns to look at Maeda and Taira.

Tsurugi - What are you two up to, though?

Maeda - We're going to the rec room, we figured we'd see if everyone could use a hand.

Taira - ...

Taira - Would you like for one of us to go with you to your room, Tsurugi?

Tsurugi - ...!

Tsurugi - No, no, I'm good~

Maeda - I mean, everyone expects you to walk to your room by yourself, so, isn’t it best to follow along with that?

//Tsurugi is currently struggling to get down from the railing without injuring himself.

Taira, watching Tsurugi - …

//Taira quietly sighs, then turns to look at Maeda.

Taira - I’m surprised you have any thoughts on the whole-

//She narrows her eyes.

Taira - …No, that makes sense, actually. I just didn’t expect you to be so vocal about it.

Taira - Anyways, I really don’t think things like that apply right now…

Tsurugi - …This is just such a strange subject, yeah?

Tsurugi - Everyone’s gonna be okay, whether we go along with the analysis of death patterns or not.

Tsurugi - So, let’s just drop it…

Maeda - …Yeah, that’s true.

Taira - …

Taira - Tsurugi, are you sure you don’t wish to be walked to your room?

Taira - …Phrasing it like that makes it sound like it’s a matter of safety- but wouldn’t you like some companionship?

Tsurugi - Mm… it’s so sweet of you to think of that, Taira…

Tsurugi - But, I don’t mind spending some time by myself! I wouldn’t want anyone to feel obligated to accompany me, then obligated to stay…

Tsurugi - Oh the obligations! Oh, the humanity!

//Tsurugi is standing on the lowest step on the stairs- he’s looking at Taira and Maeda. Taira is distracted, but Maeda looks over at just the right moment, and catches Tsurugi. For just a moment, so brief it’s more defined by the fact Tsurugi’s expression changed than its actual existence, something is off.

//Tsurugi looks genuinely terrified.

Maeda - !

//Tsurugi hops down from the step he was on, literally-speaking- rather than step off, he jumps with both feet.

Tsurugi - You can come with me if you want! I don’t really have a preference.

Taira - Maeda?

Maeda - Oh! Uh…

~*~

Maeda, narrating - I… honestly think I tapped out for some part of this conversation.

Maeda - It’s all the talk about who goes where, when, with who, and why, and all of that…

Maeda - I grasp the concept of buddy systems, but- honestly, I think it’s like Tsurugi said.

Maeda - So much theorizing on it, and going “if, then”, just gets to be a bit much…

Maeda - I don’t think it’s a big deal right now… personally, I really don’t think anyone is going to try anything.

Maeda - No one has reason to! We’re all in good moods after last night…

Maeda - But, anyways… do I want to go straight to the rec room, or do I want to walk Tsurugi back to his dorm?

Maeda - I don’t think either Taira or Tsurugi have much of an opinion on it.

{Go Straight to the Rec Room}

{Walk Tsurugi to his Dorm}

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #akane taira #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #daily life 3 #daily life #this is one of those moments where i just do not want to look at the update anymore.#it will not get any better !! so this is what we get

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Chicago ring around doing this and they're asking why people don't get it I love them they'll get it and we get it we're top dogs and our son get some of it he's just hears you cuz he's trying to figure out why you're staring at him and they just coming out terrible and you really should stop doing it he does not handle it well has no idea why you're doing it and you just tone it down and you can't cuz your people for some reason or not responding they're in this mode where they got to do and they got to shut people up and they're going to overpower they keep doing it to him and you and everybody else this beer and whiskey company will get your mind off it and onto your people we're always fine anyways that are making them want to tons of stuff happening to make them want to calm down and try and do something like this. We agree it's better for both sides it's not as annoying this is blisteringly annoying people screaming stuff at our son he's going to realize I'm not you and you'll be penalized and they're saying you know anyways he's going not really it looks like you want to fight and you keep saying to people and saying it and then what are we doing wrong and people say anything and people don't need to know we're sending code you're stupid and they're doing it on their own and it's just because of their reaction to what's going on and it's also a phase the next plan this is one of the ways. And mac daddy wants to do it and her son but really he's more like are into it Mac and they took over their jobs they did it before and they think they can win with it so it could be a win-win for you but we think that something has to change if this doesn't go or work then we do see what it is you just want to sit squat and sit fat right in the way it's going to be the final test because it's a lot of money and if you turn it around and say no or turn it away and others it's we understand if you say no but really what you said makes sense if you say no then what do we have what choice do we have you just want people to die off and that's not something we're going to allow or our people to close yourself it's stupid to close yourself off so you're all military and you're getting your ass kicked granted it's a dream come true for the foreigners and us but we'd like to see you try something different

Thor Freya

We're going to give it a try and it's not really much work taking all the bottles you get it going you guys are the ones brewing it and delivering it all we have to do is order it and stock it and kind of market it and sell it a little it really it sells itself and there's going to be so many brands and names it'll be madness but each of us has a different one I'll tell you what I want to get going on it right now and he says it's a little late but we can try and contact the agent tomorrow and we know what he's saying I have an agent for certain activities and they're going to go ahead and do it and it's same with my friend over here Ben and it's a great deal of fun to do this kind of thing but it is dangerous and risky and he says it's not as dangerous and risk is what you're doing nobody wants to stuff blared in your face to me it's a waste of time what am I supposed to do beat everybody up we got that too it's really just a hassle for him they can read the code millions of times millions of ways and they already do and they're like trying to shout it out and he says you are talking to the wrong person I come fully armed and it's true too it's just really bad it is not helping us this is a way to get out of it by getting into it and it's our way I think it would work and we have to think of something

Mac Daddy

Everybody thinks the alcohol is bad and we think it's good in this case and this is my picture above and we spoke to a little but not on screen no we did it before and my character was pictured in the article on this blog and I did a very nice job. I'm saying is this medicine sucks so bad it sucks the life out of you and we're all kind of into it but it's it's made our lives horrible we're all on this stuff and we're not even up top side this is how I don't want to be in this medicine makes me feel sick it's poison and he's on it so he doesn't become huge and we all start doing it cuz he is find out we're all dying and if he became huge you being a lot of trouble he's way too big like King Kong and who knows what causes you might be a dinosaur primate or they may have made a big sweet survive and they said it's could be both because they did do that and also I figured out something he's got secrets and this is how it goes we want to know what's going on and really if I go through there and I'm smiling and I look like this I don't bother people and I act and say normal things nobody really freaks out but the way I'm doing is terrible he says we're all like tweakers or meth heads still from the low desert that's a problem we're acting like that a little out there and only really bad when we're on meth now it's terrible everyone's acting like they're overdosing on me everyday it's horrible ship out of here and ship Jesus out Jesus Christ if we took over that place the computers are there probably have to just disable it anyways and it's not a big deal this is hell just torturing the s*** out of him doesn't want to hear about his dead brother who's stuck with his head separated I mean it's just disgusting he's a kid and he's a giant is terrible. Can we see them in the past and they get angry go off a brood think about it and find a way to get back to you it's not really doing that that much cuz we're all doing but it's people are and they're sending out orders and getting things done and they're Giants and there's a huge attitude there because it's confidence and we call it arrogance but it's really not we can be in a lot of trouble the only way to get through it might be to go downwards an intervance we're going upwards but really go down and you slow down and it works

Whiskey Joe Hank and that's one of the names for this the beer one is crazy Joe Hank

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hiddles-and-skittles · 2 years

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Holiday Cheer Up

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,150

Summary: Your friends kinda suck sometimes-especially today, so Bucky tries to get you back into the holiday spirit.

Warnings: 18+, smut implied ending but that’s it, lil angst but it’s more fluff than that, Bucky being a cookie loving sweetheart (soft Bucky is a warning, alright?!)

Notes: More of a self comfort fic because my friends canceled on me again and I’m just sad about it because it’s not the first, second, or third time this has happened. However, I’m trying to let it go and stop thinking that they just don’t like me or something. Anxiety is an ass. Anyway...😅

*Divider by @firefly-graphics !

It was the second time this week your friends canceled on you. An hour before they were supposed to show is when you received the disappointing text with an excuse that was as ridiculous as last time. With absolute certainty today would be the day, you spent your morning making adorable Christmas cookies, and right now you picked at the one sitting in front of you. You have gifts wrapped for them under your tree, too, which only makes the day sadder. And the weather? Rain? Naturally.

Mindlessly you scroll through social media as an attempt to distract yourself, but your thoughts drift regardless, a tear rolling down your cheek as you rest your chin on your palm. You sniffle and wipe it away, flinching at someone's hand tugging your sleeve.

Your tearful eyes meet an apologetic set of Bucky's steel blue ones, his hand sliding up to give your shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Again?" He asks, silently wondering how anyone could make you feel this way and damning them for doing so.

"It's okay. I should be used to it," you sigh, returning to your scrolling.

"No, you shouldn't," he disagrees, shaking his head. "You put in all this effort for them, and they don't ever do the same for you."

"That's not the point, Bucky," you argue.

"That is the point. You deserve better." He squeezes your shoulder once more, securing his arm around you to hold you close. A minute passes where you're just staring at your phone with tears running over your flushed cheeks, but you exhale a stuttered breath, getting up from your seat.

"I'm gonna trash these." You start to walk towards the cookies but before you reach the counter he stops you, cocking an eyebrow. "I made these for people who didn't show. Kinda ruins the taste for me."

He plucks a cookie from the tray, popping it into his mouth. "Not for me. They're damn good, still." He slides the tray towards him and you sigh again.

"I used to do this with my old friends every year, so I feel like I've ruined the tradition."

"Then we'll make it our tradition." A lopsided grin appears on your face, earning a smile from him that makes his eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. "There's my girl." He grabs another cookie, taking your hand with his free one and leading you out of the kitchen to his bedroom. "Come on, I got somethin' to show you."

He stops at the entrance and hesitates, releasing your hand and resting his fingers on the knob. Shoving the extra cookie in his mouth he looks back at you and opens the door.

A Christmas tree about your height sits in the corner with sloppily half strung lights, more of them piled on the floor than on the tree. Stockings are pinned randomly on each wall, an unopened box of ornaments sits on the nightstand, and the TV is playing a Christmas film on mute.

"I wanted to cheer you up by surprising you but it turns out that I am really not good at all of-" He gestures towards his decorating, "-this." He looks down at his shuffling feet and your eyes tear up again, only this time it's because you're in awe.

"Bucky, this is so sweet I...don't even know what to say." You reach for his hand. "Except maybe, what happened?" You chuckle at the tree, crouching down to inspect the forgotten strands of lights on the floor.

"We didn't have lights," he answered quietly. You turn to him. "Back then. It was just tinsel. But when the sun came through the windows it made the tree shine, so it was kinda like having lights." Your heart lurches at his shared memory and you stand up to hug him.

"So you want me to help you?" You ask, pulling away with a new glimmer of hope in your eyes.

"Please?" You laugh and run your hands up his chest to link around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Yes Bucky, I'd be happy to."

For the next hour you teach him how to string lights, but you absolutely cannot let the haphazard room décor go. He laughs and agrees that maybe the stockings shouldn't be placed there or that okay yeah maybe the lights didn't look so great on the tree as his first attempt. But that's why he has you, a girl with a penchant for Christmas decorating and a sneaky way of thawing out his heart.

You strategically place three stockings along his TV stand; a red one for Sam, a white one for you, and a blue one for Bucky. Both of you take a minute to admire your hard work, but there's one little thing you've forgotten about.

"Ohhhhh wait wait wait, I'm not done!" He tilts his head and watches you scramble for the door, reaching up to pin the faux mistletoe you had shoved in your pocket earlier to the top of the door frame. But even on your tiptoes you can't reach it.

A metal arm wraps around your waist and a flesh hand covers yours, successfully snatching the mistletoe and pinning it right above your head. He spins you around in his grip and hoists you up against the door frame, your legs instinctively anchoring around his body while he dives in for a kiss.

He doesn't stop there.

You giggle as he places a kiss to your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, your neck, and finally your lips again, releasing you only to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm sorry your friends hurt you, but I'm more sorry for them missing out." You shy away, but his hand hooks under your chin to make you look at him. "I had a lot of fun with you today. I've never been excited for Christmas like this in my hundred years of living, so I want to thank you for making me feel this way."

You embrace him tighter and vow in your mind to never let this sweet boy go. "Thank you for cheering me up. You went through all this trouble and you didn't even have to." His hands slip beneath your butt for better support and he leans back to gaze at you.

"I wanted to."

Your hands run through his hair, gently tugging him back in for another cookie flavored kiss.

"So," he starts, rubbing his nose against yours. "Is the mistletoe only good for this one spot or do I have to bring it to bed to kiss you there, too?" You throw your head back and giggle.

"Like you need an excuse to kiss me?"

He smirks, kicking the door shut and giving your ass a light spank, emitting a surprised yelp from you.

"I wasn't talking about your mouth."

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doubleshotofsomething · 3 years

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?" Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

"Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

"But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

"Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

Next Part

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chimbbles · 5 years

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enemies-turned-lovers!haechan

A/N: another attempt ladies and gentlemen, once again, it's shitty and my ask is open for more shitty writings! or if you wanna be friends come hit me up pls I don't bite :( anyways, I hope you like it~ 💌

it's not that big of a deal really

it was truly an accident, but it turned into a crazy myth

and you hate him for it

it all started with someone's rooftop party

birthday boy lee donghyuck decided to throw himself a pool party, on a rooftop

everyone's invited, except for mark because he's lame

just kidding

but are we?

anyways, hell everyone in your college is invited

haechan, his nickname, is pretty popular around school

not the jock kind of popular, he just.....knows a lot of people, and they know people, and it's a typical college party

where you bring a plus one and one plus one and suddenly the party equals a school prom or something

there's even a theme smh johnny the party planner

so you're friends with mark, and he's determined to show off to haechan that he's friends with that chemistry major genius he admires so much

totally didn't invite you just to get back at him nope

anyways, it's mean but you've never heard of haechan before, despite his seemingly large following on instagram

you didn't even know you guys attended the same college

it's not that you're a total homebody and never goes out to parties, you're just....not interested in their parties

and that's strike one, when you laughed in his face when he introduced himself as the "most popular guy in school"

in your defense, you thought it was self-depreciating humour

hyuck in return, wasn't as amused as you were, maybe in private he could've taken it better, but you just snorted at him in front of like, half of his friend circle

he's not pissed, he's just ashamed?

because he talks about you so much renjun literally can't take it anymore

it's like, he knows so much about you, your birthday and cafes you like(from your social media)

heck he even knows who's the bitch you're referring to in your subtweet

it's veronica from chem class 3

but also, you don't even know he exists

fast forward and skipping through his slight, maybe a bit bigger heartache,

he's lying down and just chilling on a hammock, away from you because his ego needs to take a break from that hit

he'd by the pool with the dreamies, half of them, renjun, jaemin and jeno in the pool and jisung and chenle next to him sharing a hammock

this is what was meant by an accident, you just wanted to get to the fruit bar, when ten, this lanky dude bumps into you from nowhere, and by accident

you bump into haechan

splash splash

his balance isn't the only thing he lost when he fell face flat into the pool

apparently chenle's laugh grabbed everyone's attention, and when the one and one is put together, hyuck became the school's laughing stock for a month

his glare at your dumbfounded state was anything but forgiving

that wasn't even the end of things

this sounds like it's made up, because no one can have such bad luck, ever, in one single day

but there goes hyuck, breaking beliefs left and right

you approached him and tried to apologise for basically ruining his day

he didn't actually know what to do, because he honestly wasn't mad at you, he was mad at the situation

you can throw him into the pool 3000 times and he'd say I love you 3000

yes, he might have a minor crush on you

but he's also super embarrassed, this was supposed to be his big day, and you're here

he wants to show you the best side of him

but that doesn't translate well onto his face

he......doesn't even know what he looked like at that moment, he was just stunned

but you must've thought he was growing mad because you further apologized, and your hand motions grew more frantic

and there you go, ssstrrriiiikke three

it was by accident

but you knocked over his refreshment, yes, the one he was trying to calm himself down with from the embarrassment

it could've been worse right, the glass could've hit someone

and you should've hoped so, because then they wouldn't be sober to call the police and have the party cancelled

this, including the series of embarrassing events that happened at haechan's party became the talk of the whole campus

and more than anything you dreaded it

it painted you in a bad light, and was giving you more attention than you ever fancied

what you didn't know was how much it bugged haechan too

he's been trying to get the dreamies to shut up about it, but even if he did, the whole school was chattering about you

he thought he would've gotten the short end of the stick, seeing how he was the laughing matter at his own party

but the jokes quickly turned sour when someone started the speculation of why it happened

and it sounded crazy to him

because why would there be a why? it was an accident, and yes maybe he did feel his face get a bit red and his blood level rise

but you explained that it was complete accidents, there was no malicious intention, or intention of any kind

idiots on campus starting saying that you had a crush on haechan, but you wanted to stand out, so you did all those things on purpose to get him to notice you

it's a total lie, and hyuck has to debunk it before it gets to everyone, but he doesn't know how

this time, it was he who accidentally started something up, and it went a little like this:

"hey haechan do they like you?"

"what? no it's a myth"

he said that, in the spur of a moment, because you liking him back would be a myth only he wishes would be true

but guess which idiots got the wrong idea? the geniuses of spreading misinformation

and said misinformation spread like wild fire, deeming you a bad omen, and especially to haechan

it dealt more damage to your reputation than to you mentality

because if you were a bad omen, the first person you would be cursing is yourself, for bringing all this shit upon yourself

but also, to haechan, because you found out weeks later that he actually said it himself

you can't be more annoyed

you clearly explained to him how it all happened and that it was an accident

you even went to testify with him to prove it was an accident

how could he, knowing all this, sit still and accuse you of being a bad omen??? a bad luck charm????

not to sound dramatic, but he basically ruined your campus life, even the newcomers know of your story

back to hyuck

he's panicking, almost everyday when he has to pass by your class

he feels so guilty even though he basically didn't do anything wrong

he tried to hush down the rumours and even told some people off who were just shittalking you in the hall

like, what does you wearing that sweater have anything to do with this???

he's lost like a puppy, he wishes he had the courage to just walk up to you and come clean, and he has tried!! but he chickens out every time

and after that one time you shot him a vicious glare at the cafeteria, it was clear he wasn't high on your favourite's list and he just lose hope in trying to make amends with you

and that brings us back to present day, where it has been three months since the incident, and a new batch of freshman have flooded the school

hyuck wasn't feeling like having lunch today so he opts for a walk around the campus park, where he spots you and he's bout to run away again

when he hears some bigshot chicks calling you names

yes, still calling people names in college smh

he can't take this behaviour, because you're right there, without earshot

and he just knows they're being mean to get on your nerves

so there goes lee donghyuck, stomping over to the girls and telling them off

"oh, you wanna call people names now? well I have a lot of suggestions for you, mainly inspired by you,"

you can hear everything, because the argument got pretty ugly from there, and everyone just got excused into the counsellor room, where they're told to not be childish and have petty little fights on the school campus bla bla blah

and you know, because you silently followed after them and stood outside to eavesdrop

what else were you supposed to do when haechan, who supposedly started this whole nonsense up was defending you?

so you wait outside until they're done and you call out his name, relishing a bit in the way his whole body halts to an abrupt stop at the sound of your voice

you guys go somewhere more private, and not in front of the counsellor's office because dude no one's trying to get in there again

and you deadpan him for an explanation, because-

"yes, it's what you deserve, I know,"

"well then why did you spread lies about me??"

his eyes goes wide when he's accused, head shaking and promises he never intended to

"it's an accident, I swear. someone just asked if you liked me and I thought, what the hell? that would be a dream to like, like even if someone told me I would say it's a myth because why would you like me back, you know? like I like you but it's impossib-"

"literally shut up for a second,"

you don't mean to sound like that, but he's babbling a lot and you can't get the point, and when you ask him to repeat, his face flushes a bright pink

"I like you, and someone said you like me, and I think it's a myth, and I said it, and this happened. I'm sorry. the end."

taken aback is an understatement

but you literally walk a few steps away from him, just to clear out your mind and think

because this whole time you thought he hated you for embarrassing him at his how party when in fact he explains

that he's just embarrassed to see you because you saw him being embarrassing and that he feels guilty?

it takes you a while, but eventually, you guys sit down properly and talk it out

and you quickly find out why he's so popular, because he's a joy to hangout with, skip the parts where he mercilessly roasts you

you two grow closer by each day, spending free times together and haechan or hyuck, as he lets you call him, even walks you to your classes

the whole campus is dumbfounded, because not only is haechan walking perfectly find beside you, he's smiling and not in pain, even when he has his arms around your shoulder

it takes him a month to finally confess(because he's still a chicken), but you guys finally get together and the whole school's mind is blown

and every rumour about you is debunked immediately, and you guys are deemed the school's next power couple

"what a turn of events huh, my lucky charm?"

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