#this clocked in at 2k words wtf | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

httpsserene · 6 months

Text

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴛᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴡ/ᴍᴠ33

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you start showing interest in sim racing. max's only option is to turn you into the best virtual-racer there ever was--well besides himself, of course. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff. brain vomit. formatting (done on mobile💀). tiniest explicit reference. not edited. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: max verstappen x fem!black!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: headcanons & smau 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: word on the streets • key glock

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: thought about this the whole time i was working. and then some man had the exact same voice as max and i genuinely almost dissolved into thin air because i felt like max was punishing me for thinking about this on the clock :) anyways, hope u enjoy the brainrot, loves !!!

wanna be on my taglist ? send me an ask !

and yes, i did make a masterlist !

*whispers* next f1 kinktober fic this weekend

you were probably unaware that sim racing was even a thing until you started dating max

like you’ve seen the funny little twitch clips of people playing driving simulators and being absolute menaces on the road, but you never knew actual virtual racing was a thing

anyways, whether or not you consider yourself a gamer in this scenario, you’ve always been pretty down to play videogames with max.

he absolutely annihilates you in FIFA, and no matter how much he tries to help you, you’re a lost cause

in return, you embarrass him in COD; he should’ve looked at your kd-ratio before he tried to play with you

but, sim racing 🧐

i mean, like, you never even fully considered that you could sim race at all, like not for leisure at least

max takes that shit seriously, he’s a part-time f1 driver full time simracing twitch streamer 😤

you are always around watching him practice on the sim, playing the f1 games, and even tuning in for his iracing competitions

at first, whenever max would stream you would probably be doing other things with your time

your hair, cleaning, self-care, cooking, etc.

eventually, you started migrating to sitting on the couch off-camera and watching him drive irl instead of having the stream on in the background

you were originally like, “oh it’s just because i wanna drool over his massive veiny hands” 🤤

but now it’s like “oh i wonder what each button he presses with his nicely proportioned fingers on the steering wheel does?”

and slowly it transforms from “wow my boyfriend is so cool” to “wait…this sim-racing thing is kinda cool”😵‍💫

now imagine you being like “lol wait a minute now” and being like i'm only interested in because my boyfriend loves it 🤥

in order to disprove this theory you start to ask max questions about virtual racing

not that you wouldn’t before, but they were fairly surface level; now you’re asking him about tactics, strategies, and track conditions etc.

and max is fucking thrilled 🫨🫨🫨 !!!

he eagerly answers all your questions (maxplaning 🥱), going way more into depth than you were expecting, but what did you think was going to happen

max is always happy to ramble about any small facet of virtual racing (doesn’t matter if it’s the sim, or iracing, or f1 2023) but

it makes him really pleased that you’re showing a genuine interest in it because most people don’t

you support him in anything he wants to do wholeheartedly, and listening and answering your well thought out questions has him falling head over heels for you again

so, he thinks nothing of it other than you being the best girlfriend he’s ever had and trying to learn more about what he loves

his previous girlfriends didn’t really care to understand how important vr racing was to him

they all just saw it as him playing a “game” and him wasting time when they could’ve been on dates or smth

anyways

everything is going fine and dandier, max continues to answer all of your vr racing questions, and you continue to watch him pilot the sim

until, he catches you watching a beginner’s guide on f1 2023 and get’s so jealous 😒

bro is all like “wtf, you’re watching some lame ass unranked gamer when i’m your professional driver boyfriend who does this for a living?? hell nah if you want to start playing i’ll teach you”

you’re just like, “nahhhh….i don’t want to waste your time trying to teach me, it’s not worth it. i’m not even a good driver irl, so—“

max shuts that down expeditiously

if his girlfriend wants to start vr racing, he only has one option

make you the best virtual racer there ever was (excluding him)

you’re wide-eyed like, “i just wanna go vroom vroom in circles for fun 😭”

max deathly serious, “that was never an option”

he enlists you in his virtual-racing training camp

if you are aware of the disney rapid training montage where the mc sings one song and suddenly they’re the best fighter ever, that’s how i imagined it

mulan, for example, i’ll make a man out of you

max reveals his inner george russell, he becomes a power point king

instead of date nights being cute pottery classes—they turn into him teaching you the parts of the car, the buttons on the wheel, f1 2023 settings breakdowns, reviewing iracing competitions etc.

eventually max finally allows you to play on the sim after he thinks you’ve got the theory down pretty good

you suck at first 🤗

but then you start clocking in some hours

after work, during your “lunch break”, using the sim while max is gone and playing during all the practice and media sessions

whenever max is gone, and you have any questions or ask for feedback on how to get better, you text him all about it, of course not expecting an immediate response back

max has told you before that he likes getting out of the car after a practice session and checking his phone to see all the missed messages from you with some wishing him luck and the others asking for his thoughts on your strategies

one day, he’s going for lunch with some of the other drivers and they start to make fun of him for how he’s stuck in his phone, heart-eyes and all as he rapidly texts you

they probably think that you’re sending him cute texts or photos like that one time they caught him looking at photos of you and learned he had a locked photo album of you on his phone ☠️

max remains unbothered under their teasing thinking, “they don’t know my gf can out pace them by .200 in f1 2023”

max even personally bothers christian into getting him another sim for you

christian is so tired of you two, max won’t leave him ALONE

i think max would text his team principal screenshots of your lap times and make jokes about it

“if checo keeps dnf-ing, my gf can fill in”

christian gets you the goddamn sim 😒

y’all procrastinate on building and calibrating it, max more so because it means his chair would stop smelling like you 🥺

you get it set up, but you still play on his sim every once in a while after he told you that because you’re a simp

he goes to stream one day, planning on practicing with the redline team for an upcoming iracing event

and the man almost BREAKS HIS LEGS trying to sit down because you forgot to move the chair back after you were done using it 😭😭

in between his groan of pain he let’s it slip “ow fuck, my girlfriend forgot to move the seat back after she was done”

chat goes ducking crazy

yooo, what? ur gf sim races???

is she good???

max is like “hell fucking yeah my girlfriend is great sim racer, she could replace one of the boys at redline if she wanted too!”

(team redline sweats anxiously, mics now suspiciously silent)

max continues, “well she is not as great as me, but she’s good i guess”

stream chat “they are going to have babies that completely dominate f1” “if their babies are born in the netherlands we will be stuck in purgatory cursed with hearing the dutch anthem forever”

max continues with his practice but everyone is begging to see you play, even some of the redline guys are asking questions

they wanna know if they’re really at risk of you stealing their seat

max gives up and turns to you on the couch with a smile and says, “i will beg, schatje. do not put it past me, we all want to see you drive. some people are saying i’m lying so you have to prove them wrong🙇🏼”

you’re like “what 😅 no 😧i suck 🤭 at this 🤗” but you’re already getting up and walking over to boot up your sim

the urge to flex on people and embarrass them is something both you and max share

max opens f1 2023 and starts a party for just you two, and you both decide to do quali laps at zandovoort

you do your hot lap first, and max goes after you

max y’ know, probably thinks that he can take it relatively easier on you, there’s no reason to put 100% effort into something for fun, so he puts in 95% 😀 (competitive boy)

and you know that one nepenthez meme

that’s how this goes

max is like, already rambling to the stream “yeah that’s a comfortable p1, she still has a lot to learn before she can beat a world champ—P2??!!!! 😧😳”

you’re just in the background in your sim chair, turned facing the camera with an innocent little smirk smile on your face ☺️

you got pole by .050, and chat starts bullying max, the redline boys laughing hysterically in his headphones

max requests a rematch and promptly annihilates you :)

i like to imagine that eventually you start joining max’s stream and the two of yous start having little racing tournaments whenever you guys have the time

omg could you imagine the little championship ceremony where you put party hats on jimmy and sassy and have fake little tiny gold trophies for whoever wins 🥹

imagine one day ‼️ you actually start doing iracing events, and just working your way up to being one of the best 😌

ANYWAYS to wrap it up, best teacher max ever

virtual racing 🤝 strong relationships

twitter • today

instagram

maxverstappen1 • 32 mins ago

liked by yninstagram, danielricciardo3, and 7,324,122 ofhers

maxverstappen1 the only woman for me 🧎🏼

tagged yninstagram

view comments

yninstagram baby. baby—😭😭😭😭

➥ maxverstappen1 i love you

➥ yninstagram what the fuck has gotten into you 😳 i love you, maxy 🫶🏽

user the way ‼️ he cradles ‼️ her head 😭😭

danielricciardo3 this genuinely the sappiest thing max has ever said

➥ maxverstappen1 do not worry daniel you are the only man for me

➥ user my therapist will be hearing about this

user the fact that max personally handmade that meme 💀

user never thought i’d see the day that max uses the kneeling emoji

➥ maxverstappen1 i’m on my knees for her more often than you think

➥ user alRIGHT go ahead and clock out for me 😒

➥ redbullracingf1 do you remember the media training we had two days ago, max?

taglist: @lorarri | @saintslewis | @cherry2stems | @sweetpiccolo-blog

780 notes · View notes

just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

Text

What Does It Mean?

SF9 Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader Summary: You were the shining example of oblivious. Perhaps, it was more accurately, insecure, ever since your confidence got spat on by your ex. Regardless, you were mostly just blind to the advances of the two cutest guys in the world. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: University AU, fluff, angst, reader dumb af, pining, jealousy, love triangle, typos, etc.

A/N: I REALIZED ACTUALLY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE REQUEST I HAVE IS AND LITERALLY AGREED JUST COS IT WAS FOR JAEYOON AND INSEONG HAHAHAH LOL anyway wtf is a platonic significant other ??? you guys be wilding huh HAHHAA. Anyway anon, I hope you enjoy the way i spun your request hekhek

ALSO i currently have no energy to proof read atm this im sorry for my typos

It doesn't actually matter what I feel.

What mattered was I know that they could not feel that way about me.

These last few days were crazy. Our dorm went on lockdown due to a spike of cases in our area and we were going through an impending decision of whether or not on-campus activities would be continued since the term was ending anyway.

Feelings toward this decision was split because our area had just gotten back to being somewhat normal. I personally didn't mind whatever decision was going to happen because I trusted whatever decision would be made was going to do be for the best, though I was going to miss the benefits that came with being able to go outside again.

And by the way, I meant I knew that neither Inseong nor Jaeyoon felt anything remotely similar to what my friends said they felt towards me.

I mean, why would they when they were popular on campus for being top tier attractive even though half of them have never even seen their faces in person.

What's more they were absolute sweethearts beyond their outward beauty.

And besides, my relationship with them was very superficial, as in I only ever talk to them about school, since I was classmates with Inseong, and dorm life, since it happened Jaeyoon and I shared the same dorm.

I place my hands on my nape and roll my head. I sigh and stretch, proceeding to take a sip of my water and pushing my hair out of my face.

I turn to my clock and find that it's already 1pm. I sigh and stare blankly at my LED screen where my assignment rested.

You know what I could use? Sugar.

I curl up on my desk and grab my phone, skimming through my notifications, debating on ordering some food.

Just then, there is a popup on my phone and it begins to vibrate. There is a video call request and the caller name reads Kim Inseong. I release a breath and answer, "sup?"

Inseong is lied down on his bed, clutching a pillow, "I'm dying."

I snort, "same."

"I was finishing some activates but felt the urge to jump out of the window, so I decided to call you."

I place my head in my hand and purse my lips, "well, I'm very glad you didn't jump out of the window."

He clicks his tongue, "it's an expensive decision."

I chuckle.

"Am I bothering you?" Inseong asks, shifting in his place.

I shake my head, "no. I'm kind of in a slump right now with my own work."

He sighs, "I wish I could help you, but I have no idea how the heck your courses work."

I chuckle, "it's fine. Thanks anyway."

For a moment, we don't speak. It's not awkward though. I set my phone down and turn back to my laptop and attempt to continue with my work.

Just as Inseong speaks, I hear a text notification.

I turn to my phone and find it's from Jaeyoon.

From LEE JAEYOON: 😩😩😩 can i hangout in your dorm

From LEE JAEYOON: im going to die of boredom and loneliness 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I chuckle and shake my head.

To LEE JAEYOON: 🙄 as if i could stop you if i tried ✋

To LEE JAEYOON: im busy though so

"Who was that?" Inseong asks me as set my phone back down.

"Dormmate," I answer quickly, "errr, I mean... he lives in the floor below my apartment and we go to school together sometimes."

Inseong lingers on the 'he' part of the sentence. I at first don't realize he doesn't reply, cause I'm caught up in the work I was doing. Then in the silence, it occurred to me perhaps he ended the call.

I look over to my screen and see Inseong was no longer lying down and was sat up, running his hands through his hair.

I think nothing of it and turn back to my work. I decide to ask, "what subject are you working on?"

When he doesn't reply, I turn back to my phone and see that he was walking around.

I speak louder, "Inseong?"

He hums, "yeah?"

"What subject are you working on?"

He raises the phone to his face and knits his brows, "what?"

I repeat with a sigh, "are you working on your economics homework, or..."

"Ah, no, no. It's a project for a major subject."

"Ahhh," I nod, "that must suck."

"It does."

I don't get to reply because there is a knock on my door. I look over my shoulder then turn back to my phone screen, "hold on."

I then stand and go to my door, knowingly letting in Jaeyoon that came over, although I didn't say he could. He was wearing a mask and a blanket over his shoulders.

"Annyeong," he says, holding a bag of chips and his own laptop.

I shake my head at the sight of it, "I'm doing my assignment, Jaeyoon."

"I know, I know," he replies stepping in, removing his shoes, "I'll just be here watching a film on my laptop," he responds, all giddy, taking his mask off.

I reply to him as I make it back to my desk, "literally, what's the difference of you watching a film in your dorm and here?" I sit back down and find Inseong looking into the camera as Jaeyoon replies, "uh, you, duh. Your company? Tsk, you're not very smart."

I whip my head to him and glare. Jaeyoon ignores this and chuckles, "you know you love me too."

I reply exasperatedly, "I really don't, Jaengjji."

"There's someone in your apartment?" Inseong asks through the phone.

I hum, "the dormmate I was talking to you about."

Inseong hums and nods, pursing his lips the way he always did. I look at him for a moment but shake my head and go back to work

Jaeyoon overhears this as he sets up on my bed, "is that a classmate?" Without waiting for my response, he screams, "HI CLASSMATE!"

I turn to him and growl, "zip it, you moron."

He turns to me with his toothy smile and nods his head in what he believes to be a cute manner, "sorry." He proceeds to lie on my bed chest down and opens his chips.

"If you make a mess-"

"I won't make a mess!"

I roll my eyes and turn back around.

"Ya," Inseong calls, "do you remember your umbrella?"

"What?" I ask, turning to my phone.

"The one you left the last time you were here?"

I remember and nod, "ah, yeah."

"I should come over and give it back to you."

I knit my brows but continue to type away on my keyboard, "what? Why would you do that?"

Inseong lets out a breath, "well, because I might not get another chance if they tighten the lockdown protocols."

I chuckle, "weirdo," I turn to the camera, "it's just an umbrella. You don't have to come over just for that."

"No," he says, "didn't you say you really liked this umbrella? Your grandma bought it for you."

"Yeah, but it's okay if you keep it till next time. I have, like, two other backup umbrellas here. Plus the one Jaeyoon gave me."

Upon hearing his name, Jaeyoon turns to me and screams, "THAT'S ME! I'M JAEYOON."

I roll my eyes and rub my ears in annoyance.

"Sorry," Jaeyoon mutters.

Inseong clenches his jaw and I knit my brows at his expression, "ya... it's really not a big deal."

"Well, it is to me," he sighs.

I begin to feel bad because of his reaction. For a moment, I think he'll get over it. He can get pretty petty. As the minutes pass though with him remaining still and silent on the other line, I can't help but sigh. I wipe my face and nod, "you know, if you really want to... you can give me my umbrella back. It's really not a big deal though. Don't you live across campus?"

Inseong perks up and raises his hand, shaking it, "no. It's not a big deal if I go there. I need the exercise anyway, and I don't want you to lose your cute umbrella."

I chuckle at his use of use.

"I'll be right over then," he says.

I nod and hum, "okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Once I end the call, Jaeyoon comes up next to me and brings up his bag of chips as an offering. As he crunches on some, he casually asks, "classmate?"

I turn to him and nod, taking some chips and stuffing it in my mouth.

"Have I met her before?"

I shake my head and brush off some crumbs off my fingers.

Jaeyoon nods and continues his questions, "are you two the same major?"

"No, we have the same gen-ed classes," I say turning back to my laptop, "his name, by the way, is Kim Inseong."

Jaeyoon stills and buffers, mid eating. He chews on his food and quickly swallows, clearing his throat, "you're friends with a guy?"

I knit my brows at that and don't turn to him, "what? Like you're special?"

Jaeyoon deflates and sits down on the floor next to me, "well, yeah... I think I'm pretty special."

I can't help but chuckle at him. I look down at him and smile, patting his head, "don't worry, you can still be cute even though you're not special."

Jaeyoon knits his brows and gets on his knees, moving closer to me, "so, he's not special either, right?"

I roll my eyes, "haven't we established that I don't think anyone can be special to me since my ex treated me like shit."

Jaeyoon scowls, crushing some of the chips in the bag. He rips off the blanket off his shoulders and throws his blanket to the bed, "I'm going to beat that jerk up if I ever see him."

I nod, "please do."

Jaeyoon sighs then goes back to his movie; I go back to my work.

There is a comfortable silence between us for a while, but it is broken by a knock on the door.

Even with his earphones on, Jaeyoon is extremely sensitive to sound. He, in fact, notices it though I don't. He pauses his movie and pulls one earphone out. He asks, "did you order anything."

"What?" I turn to him in confusion.

"There's someone at the door," he says, pulling the other earphone and standing. He grunts and heads to the door. I watch him as he walks off and sequentially opens the door.

Jaeyoon's demeanor quickly shifts when he is faced with someone equally as tall and seemingly as old as him. He closes the door slightly and knits his brows, "can I help you?"

Inseong does not take kindly to his stiff tone and mimics his expression, placing his hands, which was gripping an umbrella, behind his back. It was pretty obvious, even though Inseong was masked, that he was clenching his jaw before he answered, "yeah. Can I talk to the person who lives here?"

Jaeyoon does not take kindly to his stiff tone either, "why?"

I knit my brows, wondering what was taking Jaeyoon so long, up until I dawns on me it was probably Inseong out there. I stand and jog over to the door, coming up behind the tall man blocking my view and peeping outside from under his arm, which I had to lift up to do so.

Jaeyoon flutters at this, smiling softly. Inseong knits his brows in annoyance

I smile at the sight of the other tall outside and call, "Brainseong, you're here."

Jaeyoon hates how this 'Brainseong' person melts at that.

Inseong turns to me and shows me my red umbrella.

I smile and shove Jaeyoon away using my hips, "thank you," I say taking my umbrella from him, "do you want to come in?"

Inseong doesn't miss a beat, "yeah, actually, I'm a little thirsty."

I nod at this and open the door for him, pointing to my shoe rack, "put your shoes here. I'll get you a glass of water."

Jaeyoon watches every move Inseong makes as he takes his shoes off. I catch his grim expression.

I give him a look and slap his chest. Jaeyoon turns to me, suddenly looking like a lost, wounded puppy. I shake my head and turn away, "by the way, Inseong, this is Lee Jaeyoon, the dormmate I told you about."

Jaeyoon puffs his chest at the idea he was mentioned before, then crosses his arms.

"Jaeyoon, this is the classmate I told you about: Kim Inseong."

Inseong looks to Jaeyoon and feels smug about the idea he was talked about before.

Jaeyoon catches Inseong's expression and notes, "how could I forget, you just told me about him a few minutes ago."

I knit my brows at that, not understanding why he felt the need to say it.

Inseong clears his throat, "me too."

I turn to Inseong as he continues, "you didn't have to tell me about him since you just talked about him on our most recent face time a while ago."

Inseong and Jaeyoon look at each other.

I look between them and purse my lips, "okay then... I'm going to get you a glass of water."

The two follow after me. I had Inseong a cup. He drinks it and puts his mask up right after. Jaeyoon, who say a glimpse of his face, thinks he's not even good looking.

"You can take your mask off, if you want," I say.

Inseong shakes his head, "no, no. I'm not staying-"

Jaeyoon smirks to himself.

"-we're going to facetime until midnight anyway."

Jaeyoon's face drops. He grips his hands.

I make a face at Inseong, "I swear if you just jinxed me--"

Inseong raises his hands and chuckles, quickly stealing a look from Jaeyoon, "what? You always fall asleep halfway anyway."

Jaeyoon chuffs and buts in, "ya."

I turn to Jaeyoon and raise my brows.

"I'm going to order some food. What would you like?"

I break into a smile, "are you treating me?"

"I should, since you've been working so hard."

I break into a grin and squeal, running up to Jaeyoon and gripping his arm, "wahhhhh, thank you, Jaeeeeeeyoooooonnn."

Jaeyoon smiles blissfully. Inseong rolls his eyes, "I'll go now."

I halt my actions and turn to Inseong, letting go of Jaeyoon and jogging up to him. I walk him to the door and grip his arm, "thanks again for giving me back my umbrella, Inseong."

He turns to me and pats my head, "anything for my favorite partner."

I snort at that.

He quickly puts his shoes on and I was about to say one more goodbye, but Jaeyoon calls for me, "garlic chicken and cheese, right?"

I turn over my shoulder and call back, "yes, please, thank you."

"And plain fries?"

I break into a wide grin and call back, "well if you insist."

Jaeyoon walks over to me and smirks with a phone to his ear, "how could I ever deprive you of your favorite?"

I shake my head at his teasing and decide not to reply.

Inseong clears his throat from outside and raises his hand, "I'll get going now."

Jaeyoon watches Inseong smugly from inside the apartment. Inseong looks at him then looks at me as I say, "thanks again for all the trouble you went through for my umbrella."

"No worries. It's not a big deal."

I shake my head, "no, it is to me."

Inseong smiles behind his mask.

Jaeyoon snorts and turns away.

Before I can close the door, Inseong calls, "ah."

"Hmm?" I open the door as I was closing it.

Jaeyoon knits his brows and turns back to Inseong.

"Are we still on for Saturday?" Inseong says a little louder than needed.

I pull my head back, "yeah, why wouldn't we be?"

Inseong nods his head, "ah, nothing. Just making sure."

Jaeyoon makes a face upon hearing that.

With that, Inseong gives one last wave and walks back.

45 notes · View notes

daegall · 3 years

Text

Fool

pairing: Ice hockey player! Sungchan x figure skater! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: umm is falling on your ass like 3 times a warning ALSO IDK THIS MIGHT BE CHEESY.................

word count: 2k+ words (WTF WHY CANT I WRITE LIKE THIS FOR MY OTHER COLLABS HUH

a/n: whooo!! this is part of @knet-bakery's nostalgic melodies event!! though this will be posted while in supposed to be on a mini hiatus, i hope it still goes well and nothing wrong happens! enjoy bubs <33

🎶: fool - nct 127

You were very proud to announce to your closest friends and family that you've been accepted to your university's figure skating team! It was, and still is, one of your biggest accomplishments. First you got into your dream school, then your dream team, what's next, you're dream boy?

You feel your chest tighten and breathing stop as you enter your uni's ice rink, the cold sensation of the ice instantly nipping at your warm skin. It's not like you mind, you've felt it all your life, it was your favorite feeling.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice fills your ears, swarming around your body and swirling especially in your heart, the nostalgic sound of it feeling so nostalgic to you.

It was crazy how much time you spent on the ice.

"Y/n!"

They beckon you over, to which you instantly rush up to them with buzzing excitement coursing through your veins.

Just as you get right next to them, and greet them enthusiastically, a bunch of boys come out of the changing room with red and blue uniforms, laughing and chatting loudly with each other as they get onto the ice.

Woah, you think. It's the gators!

You've seen them play before, and they are really no joke. They gave the best team players, fastest skaters, and the most strategic moves. They have so many international transfers as well.

You recognize each and every one of them, every one but a certain tall, shy boy. There's a sudden rush of warmth that spreads through your face and ears, and your eyes widen as you see him skate gracefully in the ice.

"Woah, aren't they great? Y/n didn't you- oh gosh are you blushing?"

Your palms instantly fly up to cover your face, shaking your head no, "N-no! I'm just cold!"

They all know it's bullshit, you've never been so red because of the cold, and you would literally skate all night with only a t-shirt when the team was opening for players. There is no way you're just cold. He

"Whatever you say, Y/n. Come on, let's get our skates."

You give them a tight nod, picking your duffle back up into your arms. You give the hockey players one last glance, and already find the new member looking right at your direction. A squeak erupts from your throat, before you scurry off into the changing rooms quickly.

You didn't expect to be skating at the same time as the hockey players, but you guess it's how the first practice of the semester goes. Each of the coaches are at the benches, talking to each other excitedly as they talk about each of their new skaters.

You're only doing a few spins on the ice, your nerves making it somehow colder, when you catch the new guy looking at you again. You try to brush it off, but to no avail. You slip and fall.

It's alright, most of the skaters here have already done the exact same thing, some taking a fall even worse than yours. You groan and pat your lower back and butt in pain, before getting up quickly to start yet once again. It's a painful, but daily routine.

The coaches stand to call all team members, each on different sides of the rink. To your dismay, you're all the way on the other side from your teammates and coach. You quickly get up to skate to them, but the second you get up you're tumbling back down because of a weight pushing you.

"A-ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you..."

Your head snaps up at the unfamiliar voice, and your own voice disappears when you see the same cute new member from the hockey team.

There's an awkward moment between you two as you just stare at each other, breaths being stolen away by one another, but remaining breathless. Your heart pounds dangerously loudly in your ears, swelling in a way you've never felt before.

It feels like forever, before the boy helps you up with an apologetic pat at your lower back.

That’s all you think of for the rest of the week, in the middle of class, eating lunch, heck, when you’re late to class, his awkward smile and gleaming eyes permanent in your memories.

Your teammates tease you to no end, calling you out whenever the boy, who you’ve learned his name is Sungchan, comes within just 15 meters from you.

It’s no different for him himself, it all started when Donghyuck teased him of how red he was and how he would always glance at you that day. He was never one to believe in love at first sight, but suddenly it was his whole love life the moment he helped you up from the ice.

Fortunately for the both of you, you got to see each other without being teased out of your minds. At first, you doubted why you signed up for economy, but now you keep looking at the clock to see how far 5th period was.

Maybe coincidence, maybe fate, you don’t really care. Just the fact that you get to sit next to him in econ made your heart thump quickly.

But, even with such time, you two were still too shy to make a move. It was so obvious you wanted to, but it was like a mutual agreement that the time will come, when the time will come.

You kind of regret it though, you hate that you have to be so self conscious around him, when there are your teammates, always walking up to random dudes and asking them random shit.

You think this and curse to yourself as you open the ice rink doors, the cool wind blowing at your face for the nth time this week.

Just as you get sight of the ice, a familiar red and blue jersey flies from one side of the rink to the other, and you can’t help but wish it’s Sungchan.

It might just be fate, for your crush was there, with a hockey stick, playing around and doing all kinds of tricks with the puck.

You are once again, blow away at his skills, eyes traveling with him and observing every move he makes. It’s 8:45 pm, just 2 hours before the rink closes for the day. You thought you were the only one planning on training this evening.

You take in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for some awkward moments, before placing your duffle bag on the benches.

Just as you step on the ice with your skates, Sungchan turns around, and is shocked to see you on the ice with him. He instantly loses focus and topples over suddenly, causing both him and you to gasp.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?”

As your voice gets clearer and closer, the boy feels his heart start to shake, and the same feeling of when you fell on the ice fluttering within his body.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine, r-really,”

Your expressions still twist in worry, and despite your mind freaking out and not knowing what to do, you still offer him a hand.

It feels like strikes of electricity or sparks running through your body as Sungchan’s cold, gloved hand envelops yours. You tug him upward gently, your heart beating in your ears loudly like drums.

Sungchan sends you an awkward, shy smile, one that you reciprocate with just as much nervousness shading it. Despite being in an ice rink, with literally just a shirt and yoga pants, you’re burning up. You haven’t even warmed up yet.

You mutually, but silently, agree to split the ice, the right side for you, the left for Sungchan.

Youreally can’t help but sneak a few glances at him as he practices, sometimes even going as far as staring without realizing. It’s not like it’s too easy for him either, your movements are so graceful and full of effort, he can feel the hard work radiate off of you. Many times did you want to help each other when one fell, but decided not to since it’s so common for people on the ice.

At some point of the individual practice, Sungchan accidentally hits his puck all the way to your side. He internally panics, hesitating to go in your zone to take the puck. The second he’s taking a step into your side, the puck is flying back in front of him.

Alarmed, Sungchan’s head whips up, shocked and very much delighted to see you, with a bright smile on your face and sparkling eyes.

He’s stunned. How could someone so perfect, suddenly become even better?

“Bring it on, Jung!”

A smile finds itself instinctively on Sungchan’s lips, before he’s retrieving the puck again and dribbling it around. Your confidence starts to waver at his determined stare, instead a chill of excitement running through your body.

Before you know it, you’re chasing Sungchan around the ice, attempting to steal the puck from him. It’s of course, not that easy, for someone who hasn’t played since the 8th grade. Though, you still impress your crush a lot, with your speed and stamina, you could train to be a hockey player.

The silent playfulness is turned vocal, with laughs and groans whenever one falls or fails to steal the puck. You can barely pick up the pace because of how much you’ve laughed at this point, just tagging along behind Sungchan as he teasingly tells you to catch up.

At last, you have a chance to steal the puck. Without any hesitation, you skate faster, and swerve the puck your way. The way your stick clashed with Sungchan’s made him shocked, not to mention your speed and swiftness too.

Sungchan is racing after you, ready to take the puck back to his possession, but he’s too late, you’ve hit, and it goes straight into the goalpost.

With a breathy laugh, you throw your hands into the air, and throw Sungchan a big, proud grin. He only pants with a smile, and gives you a much appreciated thumbs up.

“How are you so good?” At the question your ego is nibbling on, you smirk smugly and shrug, “I used to play ice hockey a lot with my dad and cousins.”

You get the puck back from the goal, and start dribbling it around the rink with skill. Oblivious to the adoring loom Sungchan gives your way, you attempt to shoot the puck at him. He catches it with no problem, “You’re so damn cool,”

At that, you slip painfully onto your back.

You lay no mind though, sitting straight back up and staring at your crush with big, surprised eyes, “W-what?”

Sungchan only laughs, wiping his forehead with his gloved hand, “Nevermind that,” he skates towards the exit of the ice, smiling shyly down at his skates.

Now’s a good time, right?

“H-hey,” you hum back a response, knowing your words would catch in your throat if you spoke. Sungchan bites his lip shyly, “You wanna go out sometime?” A soft gasp leaves your lips.

“L-like a date?”

“I mean, y-yeah. A date,”

Unwanted fireworks go on in your body, exploding with joy and giddiness from the suggestion of a date.

You both grin like fools once the other is out of sight, replaying whatever happened over and over on repeat.

There, in the ice, minutes after being asked out by your crush, you are unaware of the bright and fun future you have with him, unaware of the black hole you call love, falling deeper and deeper for him.

#knet bakery #knetmelodies #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #jung sungchan #jung sungchan imagines #jung sungchan fluff #jung sungchan drabbles #jung sungchan scenarios #nct u #nct u imagines #nct u fluff #nct u drabbles #nct u scenarios #nct 2020

113 notes · View notes

helisol · 3 years

Note

Wait so.. link to this quodo fic you mentioned in your tags?? I’m intrigued :DD

its only an idea but i will HAPPILY ramble about it in detail under this read more because i never finish writing fics but i do love sharing my notes.

they get Pretty Extensive considering this clocked in at 2k words. so strap in.

tl;dr: karaoke night gone wild leads to garashir and quodo setting each other up for holodeck shenanigans

so basically quark has acquired a karaoke program. everyone on ds9 is going mad about it and it's keeping the holosuites booked out for weeks

the main squad decides to try it out and they just jam to a mix of human, klingon and bajoran music. but lets be real it's mostly human music because i have a mighty need to see captain benjamin sisko tear up the dancefloor to Earth Wind & Fire’s September. so sue me.

anyway everyone has to sing, even odo, even garak and they all have a blast. the only person who is notably absent is Quark because Quark has a bar to run and Quark can't indulge in mindless fun activities when he has money to make.

Unless… Odo challenges him and he has to prove that Odo is wrong.

so yeah quark checks on the gang to see how they like this “Hooman Kara-oke” and if he can sell them some drinks and everyone is like “hey you should sing. just one song. we won't even laugh about your bad ferengi singing! we promise!"

and quark is about to say "ferengi voices arent that bad. im still not gonna sing tho."

but odo is ahead of the game and insults his grating voice and how it could only be worse in song. and because this is quark he’s like “actually fuck you. now I WILL sing.”

so he snatches the mic from whoever was about to go next and fucking Crushes It.

while odo starts Looking Respectfully everyone else is just going "woooooo! go quark!" which makes quark just get even more into it

Takes His Jacket Off, Drops It On The Floor, Dances With The Microphone Stand. The Works. and he's also enjoying himself like "haha! suck it odo! i'm a good performer, it's how I make money!"

until he actually looks at Odo and Odo is Looking Back and then he’s like “wait what the fuck why is he looking at me” and Promptly Messes Up A Step And Falls Off The Stage-

so now quark has a twisted ankle and julian has to take him to the infirmary, which bums out quite literally Everyone and the gathering disperses, leaving only Garak and Odo.

garak as we know is but a simple tailor, but he’s Observant and his little lizard eyes did spy odo looking at quark and making the soup-version of heart eyes. we also know he is the gayest bicth on this station so of course he’s going to poke and prod at odo to see how he reacts.

garak waits until everyone is out of the room and asks odo if he can walk the dear constable home to the ol’ bucket. because odo looked a little melty during quark’s performance, y’know. it’d be bad if he turned into soup on the promenade.

odo denies this, of course, so garak is like “oh great then we can have a Chat :)”

and odo goes "wait no i hate talking” but then they’re in garaks shop and drinking kanar and garak is getting drunk off his lizard ass and talking about Julian because, again, he IS THAT BITCH!

meanwhile in the infirmary, Julian is trying to take care of quark’s ankle, but since he’s nosy and kinda Knows that quark wouldn’t just mess up his steps for no reason he asks about that.

and quark loudly goes “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS JUST FIX MY DAMN ANKLE-”

which of course turns the nosyness up to 11 and has julian going 👀

"no i mean uh- i was distracted" "distracted? by what?" "nothing" "distracted by nothing?" "FIX. MY. ANKLE."

so julian sits him down on a biobed and gets whatever medical thingie fixes ankles in the 24th century. and while he does that he offers quark some wine to loosen the tongue about what made him slip.

anyway one thing leads to another and before you know it quark and julian are wine-drunk sitting on the infirmary floor and talking about garak. which suits quark just fine because it means he doesn’t have to admit he fell because odo was looking at him like he just revealed all the secrets of the universe along with his bare arms when he took off his jacket.

so we have two sets of gay idiots getting drunk in two locations and the next morning two sets of gay idiots have hangovers. yes odo gets a hangover. being soup does not exempt him from it.

julian and odo do the right, logical thing and take some meds to go to work and be productive and garak shows up in the bar to fight fire with fire and finds quark Already Doing That.

so they just sit next to each other, beating their hangovers with more alcohol, and they get to talking.

garak goes on about how he took odo home and pretty much only talked about julian all night and quark is like “wow what a coincidence, the doctor and i only talked about you all night.”

and it's all downhill from there because basically quark and garak just figured out that the garashir pining is Mutual.

"wait, julian was looking at me???" "yes." "AND I WAS LOOKING AT JULIAN-" "Yes."

and then they hash out this elaborate scheme to trap julian and garak in one of the Spy holosuite programs until they make out. this is garak and quark planning. how could they NOT make an elaborate scheme involving holosuites.

anyway i promised quodo so i will keep the ‘garashir makes out in the holosuite’ section a lil more brief

so within the next two days these two gay bitches whip up a new “The Adventures Of Agent Bashir” program, but quark has ‘adjusted’ the program a little so that it only ends when the main characters kiss. fun stuff.

garak and julian go through the program, havin a blast being spies, but at the end garak’s character gets “shot”, and they are so immersed in the story that julian is Actually Concerned and garak Actually Acts like he's in pain.

they kiss, the program ends, and garak- not actually shot- goes “haha gotcha, you wanted to kiss me before i died”

so they walk out the holosuite one hour after their time is already up with a lot of hickeys and untied bowties. hooray.

But That’s Not What We’re Here For.

after garak and julian come down from the high of getting together julian asks Just How and Why quark would agree to help with this. quark Never helps Unless he’s helping himself.

and they realised Quark Has Played Them Like Cheap Kazoos. he just wanted to take attention away from himself and the unanswered question of why he suddenly fell off the stage.

so they go "wait, if odo and quark were both lying and obscuring facts and being weird about this, doesn't that mean- ohhh"

and it boils down to them deciding to help those poor fuckers because they are apparently off even worse than they were in terms of mutual pining.

they also hash out an elaborate scheme. this time it involves odo’s never ending hard on for finding reasons to throw quark into jail.

since quark technically violated the holosuite rules by locking garak and julian in there garak goes over to odo to report the “Crime”

after some back and forth about Why In The World Garak, Friend And Tailor, would report a crime to odo that doesn’t affect anyone’s safety Odo heads to the bar to investigate the holosuites and if there really was criminal activity.

he doesn’t ask quark for permission, mostly because he’d never ask permission to snoop around in quark’s property but also because quark is actually not there at the moment. for Some Reason he’s being held up in the infirmary. Weird.

so odo is looking through the holosuite recordings of the last few days, and he runs through what garak said was the illegal activity of locking them in there and just goes "Ah, alright, i can throw him in a holding cell for that.” but then he sees a message left by garak.

it was apparently left there today so garak must have prepared this which means something is afoot. and the message just reads "the karaoke session was recorded and you might wanna check what Actually™ made quark trip :)"

to which odo reacts with "hmph. why should i care. maybe hes just messing with me and quark tripped over a cable." but Odo looks at it anyway. respectfully.

and he watches the whole performance up until the point where quark falls. Multiple Times. until he remembers that this is a criminal investigation and he finally looks at the part where he falls from quark’s perspective, which is the important one.

and he just. looks right at himself. looking at quark.

and holy shit. he looked at him like he was going to shove him against a wall, not to beat him up, but to make out with him. he straight up looked like he was going to mess him up but not with his fists.

so he stands right in front of quark and replays that moment to see quark’s reaction and analyse how he fell. and sure enough quark Saw Him and his knees gave out.

after that he really just wants to walk out and spend the next 30 hours as a houseplant to cleanse his mind of any quark-related thoughts but uh oh. when he opens the holosuite door Quark Is Right There.

and odo panics and just pulls him inside, accidentally re-initiating the spy program.

“But how did Quark happen to be there at just the right time?” i hear you ask well it was OUR MAN BASHIR

while garak was at odos place telling him to investigate quark’s wrongdoings, quark himself got called to the infirmary for a check-up on his twisted ankle.

and julian kept him there, examining his ankle over and over, until garak came in to Insinuate that Someone is snooping around in the holosuites.

so quark, yelling "NO COPS IN MY BAR", hurries over to the holosuites on his totally fine ankle and bada bing bada boom, here we are.

with two idiots stuck in a locked holosuite.

odo is like "QUARK WTF" meanwhile quark is like "ODO WTF"

"YOU LOCKED US IN A HOLOSUITE" "NO YOU LOCKED US IN A HOLOSUITE" ”well it was you who pulled me in here" "but it was you who designed it like this"

anyway to get out they have to go through the program somehow. quark and garak programmed this very carefully. unless they follow the general story, there’s no way out.

and at first quark says "listen, its okay, we just have to kiss" to which odo replies with that kinda look you’d get from someone if you told them to swallow a cactus whole, for fun.

"you heard me" "quark if this is a joke-" "its not. i made rom pull an all nighter to put in the new sensors." "you paid him for this???" "no." "right of course."

and after a very quick cheek kiss doesn’t end up doing the trick the two actually go through the program properly. except quark knows the script, cheats a little, takes shortcuts and totally doesnt impress odo by shooting a few hologram guards on the way.

so they get to the end, where they believe odo is supposed to get “shot”, but turns out they mixed up the roles and quark is the one who gets shot.

And Odo Doesn’t Know. The Safeties. Are. On.

so he tearfully goes "WAIT NO- QUARK!" and quark is like "odo...odo come closer..."

"yes, quark?"

"kiss me"

"quark please dont die i'll kiss you and we'll beam you straight to the infirmary and-" "ODO JUST KISS ME"

and then they kiss. the holosuite controls unlock and quark thinks ‘oh great, now we can leave-’ but odo doesnt stop kissing him

and he doesn’t Stop kissing him until quark actually speaks up and has to go "HEY IF THIS WERE REAL I’D BE DYING BY NOW-"

"what?" "the safeties are on. I didn’t get shot. you just had to kiss me to unlock the controls-"

and odo is like "QUARK"

and quark is like "ODO"

and then odo gets up and is very convinced that he Must Turn Into A Houseplant For A Ferengi Lifespan To Atone For His Sins.

but quark says “no, wait. can you do it again?”

"yelling at you?" "kissing me."

anyway odo finally gets to fulfill his fantasy of pushing quark against a wall and quark finally gets kissed by odo like hes dreamed of for like 15 years or however long ago it was that they were first on terok nor together during the cardassian occupation.

the end.

#quodo #ds9 #deep space nine #look if anyone reads this whole thing. please talk to me about it. this is my pepe silvia.#ALSO IF SOMEONE WANTS TO *WRITE THIS*#GO AHEAD

33 notes · View notes

resilientdolan · 4 years

Text

Drown (G.D) - part 12

A/N: IM SO SOFT FOR THESE 2 WTF, also the smut is badly written, bear with me pls bc smut ain’t my thing.

Word-count: 2k+

Summary: Grayson gathered up his courage and asked his Bumblebee to go to the prom with him, and ended up spending some private time at the beach.

T/W: a dash of smut (RLLY JUST A DASH)

Tags: @bingexdolan @grantsairforce @prettyboydolan @kyaaawritings @3ooda97 @baby-grayson @ryxgrantdolan @foxglovedolan @evergreendolan @goldenndolan @nikesbailey @soledadgray @sosweetgrethan @twinfinitydolan @333dolans

———————————————————————

“Hahah, so that’s what happened?,” A light giggle comes out of Bianca’s lips as she listens to Grayson speaking through the phone.

“Yeah! Like Isla tried to talk to me once again, but Ethan was like— ‘leave my brother alone’,” the other person talking with her replies, as a light chuckle escapes him. In fact, her giggle is lowkey contagious, it makes him laugh.

“Well, you do deserve someone better,” Bianca lips form into a smile, though she knows that he can’t see her smiling. It’s been 3 months since the night Grayson saved her from the abusive monster named Declan Hayes, and ever since that night where he promised her that he’d never leave, their bond grew even stronger than before. They haven’t said anything about making things official, but they’re definitely more than bestfriends. Everyone knows that.

“Fuck yes,” he replies briefly. Bianca remains silent as her mind wonders.

What if the better one for Grayson is her?

“Bianca?,” Grayson calls for her name, breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, just making sure you’re still up. Or are you falling asleep?,” he guesses. It’s not a secret for him that Bianca is a fast-sleeper. She falls asleep easily anywhere, anytime.

Bianca take a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand, with her hand rubbing her eye. It’s 2 minutes to 12 am, luckily tomorrow’s Saturday. “I’m still up, a little sleepy, though, but I’ll be fine,” she mumbles sleepily.

Grayson’s smiles grow a little wider as he listens to her sleepy voice. He knew it. His mind wanders, thinking about sleepy Bianca laying in her bed, struggling to keep her eyes open to talk to him. God, she’s the cutest.

Grayson glances over at Ethan, who’s laying on his bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling down through his messages to text Mabel, the girl that he has been talking to for the past 2 months. It’s obvious that Ethan’s so into her that he stays up late lately only to text her, or sometimes to talk to her through the phone. His other hand is grabbing 2 prom tickets, obviously for him and Mabel.

One crazy idea comes into his mind out of nowhere.

“B—Bianca?!,” Grayson pretends to stutter as he calls for the girl one more time. Bianca, who’s slowly falling asleep on the other line, quickly opens her eyes the moment Grayson calls her name.

“Gray? Are you okay?,” Bianca frowns.

It works. Grayson smiles to himself as he goes on with his own scenario.

“I—I need you to save me,” he tries to hold himself back from laughing. He can clearly picture her sitting on the edge of her bed, wondering about what’s happening with him.

“Grayson?”

“Bianca, s—save me...”

“Save you from what?”

“From...”

“From what?! Grayson, what’s happening?!,” Bianca nearly cries. He really got her good.

Feeling bad for scaring her, Grayson takes a deep breath, leaving her wondering in complete silence.

“Grayson are you there?!,” Bianca yells once again.

“I—I’m here, so... I—I need you to save me from...”

“Tell me,” she whispers, her voice is shaky.

“... Save me from going to the prom alone, Bumblebee, please? Will you?,” Grayson tries to speak in the calmest way as he can.

Another silence.

“... Fuck you, Gray. Fuck. You.” Grayson can hear her grunting on the other line. Hearing her grunts got him bursting into endless laughter.

“You scared me! The fuck, Grayson?,” a deep sigh comes out of Bianca’s lips as she throws herself back onto the mattress.

“Look, hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I mean it,” Grayson coos. He feels bad for giving her panic attack. “Bianca, baby, will you?,” he asks once again.

“Grayson, say sike right now,” Bianca sinks her teeth into ther lower lip, though deep inside, she thinks she’s about to melt.

“Bianca Reine, my Bumblebee, will you save me from going to the prom alone?,” he repeats once again.

“Grayson?,” this time, Bianca calls for his name.

“Yeah?,” he replies, pretty anxious about her reaction.

“You know— I don’t want to be rude, but prom isn’t really my thing...,” Bianca sighs once again.

“Oh...,” The smile on his face slowly fades away as he listens to her answer. “So, you’re not—“

“... unless I’m going with you, Grapeson,” Bianca quickly cuts him off, followed with a light giggle.

Grayson’s smile quickly makes its way back to his face, and even grows wider than before. “Now sleep, Bumblebee, I know you’re tired, and it’s late for you,” he says.

“You know me way too well sometimes,” Bianca yawns. “I’ll talk to you once I’m up, yeah?,” she tucks herself in as she speaks.

“Goodnight, Bumblebee,” Grayson whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Grapeson,” the sleepy girl replies.

Grayson waits for her to hung up in silence, but “night, Grapeson” isn’t the one that he gets. Instead of a goodnight, the only thing he gets in return is the sound of her soft snore. She fell asleep before she even got the chance to end the phone call.

“I love you, Bumblebee, I really do,” Grayson whispers once again, hoping his own sleeping beauty hears him in her sleep.

———————————————————————

“You look beautiful, Bumblebee. You really do,” for the millionth time, Grayson says it once again. His hand is rested on Bianca’s cheek as he keeps his gaze on hers, admiring the beauty sitting beside her.

There sits Bianca, wearing her light blue spaghetti strap mermaid dress, on the passenger seat of Grayson’s Porsche. Her dark locks that she usually ties into a messy bun, doesn’t make any appearance tonight. She got her hair waterfall-braided, which makes her looks completely different tonight.

Here they are sitting in Grayson’s Porsche, at the beach, once again. The place where they confessed their feelings for each other that night. They left the prom an hour ago, like— who cares about prom night as long as you got your favorite person with you?

Bianca’s cheeks turn pinkish as Grayson compliments her once again. Her hand makes its way up to the top of his head to toy with his short hair. “And Grapeson in a suit? You look so, um...,” Bianca pauses for a while, struggling to find the right word.

“Hot?,” Grayson teasingly whispers in her ear as a sly smirk comes across his lips.

Bianca spats his hand away from her cheek as she laughs. “Ew, Grapeson,” she shakes her head.

“What? You don’t want to admit it?,” he gives her a cute pout as he pretend to be sad.

“Okay, okay, maybe a bit,” Bianca squints her eyes as she replies, thinking about the possible reaction that he might give.

“A bit? You do know that your skill in lying is so damn bad, right?,” Grayson arches his brow just right before he starts to attack her face with soft kisses. Both of his arms are now wrapped around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

“Graaaaay, it tickes,” she tries to pull away, but Grayson notices her attempt that he tightens his arms around her. “Okay, okay, yeah, you’re hot, now let me go, please?,” she begs. So Grayson stops as soon as he gently pecks her lips as the final kiss.

“Can’t help myself, you look like an angel, Bumblebee,” he snickers, replied with a giggle from Bianca.

Grayson’s phone beeps, and he quickly pulls it out of his pocket to check for the notifications. It’s Ethan.

E: “bro, where ya at?”

G: “the beach”

E: “at what time did you leave? smh you didn’t tell me”

G: “an hour ago?? sorry, needa little time with my Bumblebee away from the crowd”

E: “‘my Bumblebee’? i see what you did there 👀”

G: “shut up”

“Gray?,” Bianca calls for his name.

“Yeah?,” Grayson quickly answers, but his fingers are still busy typing the message.

“Grayson?,” she calls once again. This time? Grayson puts his phone down to shift his attention back to her, but as soon as his gaze meets hers, his lips part into an o.

There sits Bianca, with her dress straps down, trying to reach her back to unzip her dress. “Can you help me with this?,” she looks up at him innocently.

“Bianca, w—what are you—“

“Um...,” she pauses, her cheeks are redder than before. “I heard that some people be— you know—,” she speaks nervously.

Grayson sinks his teeth into his lower lip to hold himself back from laughing as he tries his best to pay attention to her explanation.

“They have— y—you know—,” Bianca stutters once again.

“I thought you’re not ready for that? The last time that piece of shit asked you to do it with him, you cried, and you told me that you’re not even ready,” Grayson hums.

“No! No! It’s... different. Wait— you don’t want to?,” she frowns.

“I didn’t say that, I’m just making sure, Bumblebee. The last time we talked about this, you told me you ain’t ready,” he shakes his head. “Or maybe you want to save your virginity for marriage?,” he teases her once again.

“No, it’s just— I want this night to be remembered, Gray. I want it to be special, and—“

“Okay,” he quickly cuts her off as he takes his suit jacket off. Then his hands quickly move up to untie his tie, and throws it to the backseat.

Bianca bites her lower lip as she watches him doing so. In a quick motion, Grayson pulls her onto his lap, and rests both of his hands on each side of her waist.

God, he’s having an angel on his lap, and that angel is Bianca Reine; his Bumblebee.

Bianca awkwardly rests her palms on his cheeks, cupping them lovingly as she rests her forehead against his. Grayson emits a light chuckle as a reaction before he adds, “Bumblebee, it’s okay, it ain’t a fucking Biology exam, calm down, don’t be nervous.”

“J—just go slow, okay? Grayson, this is my fir—“

“Shh, hey,” Grayson coos as he takes her hand in his, gently drawing circular pattern on the back of her hand to calm her down. “I’d spend the rest of my night with you. Chill, we have a lot of time,” he whispers, just right before he attaches his lips onto the skin of her neck to nibble on it gently.

“G—Gray...,” a light moan escapes Bianca’s lips as she tilts her head aside for a bit to give him more access.

Grayson hums softly as his hands quickly makes their way to the back of her dress to unzip it. As soon as it’s completely unzipped, Bianca pushes it down until it reaches the level of her waist, leaving her upper body exposed to her bestfriend. Grayson continues to suck on the skin of her neck, but this time he moves his hands back to her fore part. He gently cups her breast as he continues to tease her.

“S—shit,” she whines. Grayson gently brushes the pad of his thumb across her perky nipple as he pulls away, to find her sitting on his lap with her upper body fully exposed.

“Jesus Christ, Bianca,” he mumbles. “You look so fucking perfect.”

“You think so?,” Bianca whispers, her hands making its way to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about having you like this with me,” Grayson move his hands up to rest them on each side of her neck. “You have no idea, Bumblebee.”

“I trust you more than Declan, Gray. That’s why I’m yours tonight,” Bianca nods as she eagerly yanks his shirt off.

“You trust me?,” he smiles for a bit.

“I trust you, with everything that I have,” Bianca nods once again.

Grayson smiles and pulls her in to plant a passionate kiss onto her lips, and she eagerly returns the kiss. As soon as they break the kiss, Bianca glances down at him, with a thin smile on her lips.

“Make love to me, Grayson. I want this night to be remembered, forever.”

“Gladly, my Bumblebee.”

#grayson dolan #douche!gray #grayson blurb #grayson dolan fic #highschool!gray #tgabs'write #grayson dolan x oc

43 notes · View notes

bisymmetra · 7 years

Text

i. title: détente

ii. fandom: overwatch

iii. characters/ships: jack morrison, ; gen, background ships, might be reaper76 if i make this a thing but rn it’s shipless

iv. warnings: uh, discussion of ptsd/panic attacks/nightmares, but like vaguely? like nothing triggery really but if youre sensitive, brief mention of alcohol, more specific champagne and the pop of it setting off a panic attack

v. tags: dogs, im using forty nine for jack’s age bc the timeline’s all over and i put 45 - 55 in a rng and got forty nine, angela ziegler has #connections, this is five pages and just short of 2k words wtf, tenatively, bonnie the dog, therapy dog, this is jack centered tbh but if i write more hana’s getting a cat, idk if i truly like this

vi. summary: “Uh,” Jack says, the stumble coming out before he can stop it. “That’s a dog.”

“It sure is,” Angela says agreeably, depositing it in his arms and sipping her coffee. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s June,” he deadpanned, as the wriggling little thing laps at his visor.

vii. notes: i wrote this in an hour and i dont know if i truly like it but bonnie the dog is a thing now. i literally just listened to alberta by eric clapton while writing this. will be on ao3 in half an hour. @snowsheba saw these hcs that inspired this first.

It’s four in the morning the first time he tells Angela about the dreams.

Nightmares, really. The kind that leave him grasping at catching his breath, the sweat on his brow chilly wet and clingy in the Spanish night. The kind that leaves your heart thrumming in his ears. He doesn’t - he doesn’t think this is anything important, really. It should be expected, really. He’s old, now, and he’s been military for forty damn years. He’s seen some shit.

Most people who got up real early to find him already awake didn’t question it - dreams of their own, he guessed, or maybe just expecting career military to be up at the crack of dawn. And they weren’t wholly wrong - years on a farm and years in the military have him waking up earlier than most the base, on the nights where he doesn’t wake up around two or three.

It’s the fourth time that Angela’s woken up at three in the morning to find him awake. The kitchen. this time. The practice range twice before, and once in between that in one of the commons, a book on his lap. (He didn’t much like being there, on one of those nights, but he’d had a nightmare about an incident in Kuwait, and the walls of the room had been suffocating. Hana had also been sitting there, playing some vintage game in the low light. He figured they were there for similar reasons, and didn’t say a word for hours.)

“Jack,” Angela said. The clock on the wall is a bright, neon blue 3:49 AM. Jack, to his credit, manages to look up from his coffee and at her. In the fluorescent kitchen light, her dark circles look more prominent, the mess of her hair tied in a loose not. She has a bottle of water in her hand. She looks exhausted. Momentarily, he wonders how much sleep she’s getting, then feels like a hypocrite.

“Angela,” he musters, swallowing. “Lovely morning.”

“The sun won’t be up for another few hours,” she said. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, which - it isn’t a lie, really. He couldn’t get back to sleep, after tonight.

“Doesn’t seem like you ever do,” she says, sliding down across from him. “That’s not good for your health.”

“I get a few hours,” he says. Three and a half, tonight. “Could be worse.”

“Jack,” she admonishes. “This isn’t - have you been dreaming?”

“Most people do sometimes,” he says, which - technically correct, but not what she’s asking. There is a beat, which is mostly filled with Angela frowning deeply at him and Jack staring at his coffee. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Except it doesn’t really work, because Angela is phenomenal at seeing through bullshit, and this isn’t the first accident she’s seen. (There was once, with a bottle of champagne, and the noise and laughing sounds like screaming so easily and. Jack had excused himself, mumbling, hands shaking. Angela had followed when everyone was distracted. Angela knows. How could he think he could win at lying to her?)

“There are people who can help with - everything,” she says. “I know a few that are - they’re good.” Jack fixates on everything but Angela’s face, feeling naked without the visor. He instead stares at where her neck meets her shoulder, the marks Fareeha had left. There’s a stain on her shirt’s collar, of what’s chocolate, coffee, or blood. It’s dried brown, almost reddish brown in the light. Out the window, the Gibraltar night is interrupted with crickets.

He wonders what Angela dreams of. People she couldn’t save, his mind fills in. Genji’s corpse-body, when they first brought him in. People she can’t save. Gunshots.

Jack sighs. It’s a gesture that makes him feel older than he is.

“They’re just bad dreams,” he says, voice low and deep. It feels like a confession. “Omnic Crisis. Overwatch. Old things. I’m an old man, Angela, it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong just because it keeps me up.”

“You’re not that old, compared to the average,” she muses absently. “You’re only forty nine.”

“Fifty in a few weeks,” he said, hoping for a diversion. “I’m not a young man anymore, anyway. And I can’t really see a therapist, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“Why not?”

“I’m legally dead, remember?” Angela nods, clearly contemplative. He closes his eyes. “‘s just dreams, either way. Doesn’t matter a bit.”

There’s a long pause. Angela rises from her seat. “Good night, Jack,” she murmurs.

For days, he waits to see if Angela brings it up again, or tells someone, or something. He’s worried about it.

It’s just dreams, and anxiety and - it doesn’t matter. He just doesn’t want people to look at him differently. But no one does and Angela doesn’t say anything. It’s almost as if their early morning conversation is forgotten.

It’s been nine days when he first realizes Angela didn’t forget at all. He’s sitting in a common room, talked into joining most of the other agents. People are mostly in their own groups. Hana and Genji are playing some Mario Kart thing, the engineers at a table discussing - schematics, he thinks, but he’d heard the words Pop Tarts and doubted himself - Jesse and Hanzo and Fareeha talking in soft voices. Lena, Reinhardt and Ana at a table, Wid- Amelie, he corrects himself - Amelie joining them. Sombra and Lucio at a table hollering about the game Hana and Genji are playing. Who had cajoled two thirds of their ex Talon agents and how is lost on him, but he’s almost glad Gabriel wasn’t here, even knowing - this is a talk for another day. Jack is at one of the old, worn seats, an old book in his lap.

“Jack!” Angela’s voice comes in from the hall, and most look up as she pushes the door open with her hip. It takes only a moment to discern why: in one hand is a mug of what is definitely coffee, and the other is a -

“I got you a present, you’re welcome,” Angela says.

“Uh,” Jack says, the stumble coming out before he can stop it. “That’s a dog.”

“It sure is,” Angela says agreeably, depositing it in his arms and sipping her coffee. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s June,” he deadpanned, as the wriggling little thing laps at his visor.

“Happy early birthday,” she replies. “You turn fifty in two weeks. There.”

The puppy - which, relatively, is pretty big, a St Bernard if he had to guess - laps at his cheek next. “This is a dog,” he repeats. “Where did you get this?”

“Her,” Angela corrects. “She flunked out of being a therapy dog because she liked to lick strangers or something along those lines. She needed a home. Dogs, I’ve been told, lower stress. You’re going to give yourself a stroke or a heart attack at this rate.”

In that moment, he realizes this is about what they discussed but Angela doesn’t want to say it in public. He can appreciate that much. “Can we even keep a-”

Lena is by his side, scooping her up in a second. Her, the dog, not Angela. “Why are you protesting? It’s a dog! Accept it and move on.” The dog licks Lena’s face delightedly, and everyone resumes talking over each other about - well. Jack rises, giving Angela a look. She just grins back, satisfied.

“Fine,” he acquiesces. Arguing isn’t going to do much, anyway. Angela’d kill him if he tried to return her, anyway, even if he hasn’t had a dog since he was a teenager. His family had kept hunting and herding dogs, all of which loved his mother more than anything. She gave them the most scraps. Lena shoves the bundle of fur back into his arms after one last lick, and he stares at her as she returns to licking his face. Her, the dog, that is. Not Lena.

The dog follows him around all the time. When he sits, she sits on his feet, gets comfortable. Angela tells him she’s a six month St. Bernard. They called her Nessie in training, but she never learned the name and really, it just makes him think of conspiracy theories. (Dimly, he remembers Reinhardt rambling about - he really wants to say Bigfoot, but the memory is twenty five years old.)

He mostly just calls her Dog, which outrages an alarming amount of people. Expectedly, Ana, Lena, and Angela are most fond of Dog. Unexpectedly, he’s caught Hanzo giving her scraps four times in three days. When he enters a room that Hanzo and Bonnie are already in, she’s in his lap and he looks like a deer in the headlights. (It’s actually really fucking funny.)

He sets her on the floor before bed, but she’s always curled up next to him when he awakens, like a really furry pillow.

It takes five days for him to really get used to the idea she could provide actual help.

It’s - another bad dream, because of course it is. Jack gasps for breath, kicks off the blanket, brow slick cool with sweat. His heart pounds in his ears. Him kicking the blankets must of woke the Dog, as she bounces up, presses next to him.

She shoves her head and back against his hands, in a way that would be petting if it was his hands moving, not her body. She licks his face tentatively, as if seeing if that helps. Jack can feel his heart start to slow, faster than his normal calm down times. He moves his hands, callouses running against soft fur. Dog takes this as encouragement, licks him more excitedly. Jack closes his eyes.

Normally, he’d get up. He wouldn’t be back asleep regardless, so he may as well get up. But Dog settles in next to him, and petting her evens him out, makes it easier to settle. He lets himself be lulled to sleep.

In the morning, he names her Bonnie. It seems fitting, somehow. She seems like a Bonnie. He’ll talk to Angela about a collar, soon.

In the meantime, he sits down at the cafeteria table, Bonnie by his feet, and pretend he doesn’t see no less than five people feeding her scraps.

He goes on a day long mission on July 3rd. His birthday’s the next day (he’s getting old, he thinks). It’s a short thing, mission wise. Fifteen hours securing a payload in the heart of London and back.

He’s with Lucio, D.Va, Genji, Mei, and Sombra for it, all these young kids making him feel much older than he is. (Mei, Genji, and Sombra are all in their thirties, he remembers. But he’s fifty tomorrow. They’re kids to him, anyway. They all have much more.. zest than he does.)

He gets back late, and he’s a little sad to not have Bonnie at the door when he enters the room. He discards his jacket to the desk and changes fast, glancing at the bed to locate his dog. She’s sleeping in her exact normal spot, with an approximately Jack sized spot next to her. Jack slides in next to her, and she shifts awake, moving to press into him. She licks his face hello, and he calms her by petting her back for a few minutes.

He breathes easy, relaxed. After a few, he glances at the clock. 12:02.

“Happy birthday,” he hums warmly, closing his eyes.

He sleeps well that night.

now on ao3!

#jack morrison #my writing #overwatch #soldier: 76 #snowsheba #bonnie the dog #is this any good? we just don't know

25 notes · View notes

nerdyydragon · 7 years

Text

2016 Writing Year In Review

(Wow this is late) I was tagged by @notbrogues so thank you for that, also since apparently there’s, like, six of us that all follow each other and for the life of me I can’t remember any other writer-blog usernames, if you’ve see this and want to do it then tag me as your sponsor (or tagger or whatever the hell it’s called)

Here goes:

Total Number of Stories Completed: I would like to say 81 - but only because I take any of the drabbles from here and also post them on ao3, so the majority of them aren’t over 2k. I have, by basis of actual fic, like five actual works, and one isn’t even posted yet (only one is done).

Total Word Count: I clock in at somewhere around 119,367 words of things actually posted, which sounds super specific but I have somewhere about 20k of things nobody has gotten to read yet.

Fandoms Written In: Kingsman, predominantly, but I have one for TVD from waaaay back that I would like to continue even if I don’t end up writing more for it, and I would also like to do some Harry Potter and Marvel stuff, as well as Doctor Who officially instead of just world-play.

Looking Back, Did You Expect To Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? Less, by a long shot. I’ll admit I was nervous in the beginning, posting my writing, but I got such lovely reviews that it really helped my find my footing.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year? It’s a toss-up between Fires Beyond the Clouds and In Pursuit of Sensibility, since in both I really get to play with characterization.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year? Aside from, you know, actually putting my stuff out there? Writing is always going to be a risk because you never know how people are going to respond, but I think 2016 went alright.

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year? Finishing things - I have three works that will hopefully be done by this coming Wednesday (and then it will just be updates), but I have one absolutely massive work that’s only two chapters in and clocks in at over 7.7k, and I’ve planned out three parts so I would like to get it done before Golden Circle comes and beats me over the head with a Rainmaker, even if it does go off track from the film entirely. Beyond that just making sure things get finished, since most if not all of the things that turn into things are because people ask. Also, like planning? And maybe starting another longer work legitimately without going from comments.

Best Story Of The Year? I like Fires Beyond the Clouds the most personally, and I think because I play with themes and characters it’s shaping up to be some of my best work. I hope.

Most Popular Story Of The Year? Looking at my ao3 stats, it has to be School Reunions in both hits and kudos, which is nice because it’s the first one that got extended and wrapped up, and everyone seemed to like it.

Story of Mine Most Under-appreciated By The Universe, IMO: None, I don’t think, because I’m constantly getting kudos emails and the titles go back to when I first started posting.

Most Fun Story To Write:

Definitely School Reunions thus far, because I had a ball with the possessive-insecurities and playfulness. Unwin’s a handful, for certain.

Story With The Single Sexiest Moment:

I’ve been slipping and sliding into higher ratings, but I don’t think I’ve had an actual “sexy” moment yet (a lot of it’s been implied and preludes generally involve a lot of heated staring but it’s not there yet), although A Lesson in Decorum does feature some shenanigans in Fitting Room One - but nothing obscene.

Most Sweet Story: Mosaic of Golden Leaves I found charming and adorable, but I don’t think I have one that is a high risk of giving anyone a cavity.

“Holy Crap, That’s Wrong, Even For You!” Story: The only one I think would have to be Tell You All About It because Eggsy get’s kinda dark and is healing while also being sad, and he writes letters and is sad and it gets to the point where our poor egg gets so bad I literally bring back a dead man to tell him to stop. And that actually hurt more than the rest of it.

Story That Shifted My Own Perceptions Of The Characters: Starry Night, without a doubt. I see a lot of fic where Harry and Eggsy simply move in together right off the bat after his return, and to write something where Eggsy has his own space where he can express himself helped me put him in a different light personally.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:

Fly, Lark, Fly as well as Are You Alright (With You, One Day I Will Be) and Starry Night are the three I would rank highest because they all deal with some stuff that I continuously work through myself (wow that got super deep and personal super quick I’m sorry to throw that at you guys?)

Hardest Story To Write:

I’m not going to bore you with copying and pasting the Unintentionally Telling answer, but yeah, those. And also, I think, Tell You All About It - THAT one got away from me, like, hella. I actually had to stop in the middle of writing it, so it was just me staring at my laptop and trying not to cry while also wondering at wtf I just put poor Unwin through.

Biggest Disappointment: I don’t think I have one in regards to 2016, but I’m already starting this year off with #regrets because I managed to procrastinate and actual, legitimate novella to the point where even if I start it right this minute it won’t be done in time :( But in regards to fandom, not a one.

Biggest Surprise: How lovely and supportive everyone is! Seriously, you’re all such wonderful people and I’m so glad whenever someone drops a comment in the tags or the comment section, and I’ve made a fair few friends as a result.

#tag meme #writer tag #year in review

1 note · View note