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-‘๑’- pairing: HUSBAND!jaehyun x WIFE!y/n

-‘๑’- warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl, wife, beautiful), unprotected sex, finger-fucking, squirting, spanking, heavy making out/kissing, breast play, cursing, multiple orgams, riding

-‘๑’- w.c: 1.6k

-‘๑’- a.n: hii!! i’m sorry for being MIA for the last month, school has been rlly overwhelming with midterms & testing but i’m on break rn which means ill be back to uploading! look foward to all the content i’ll be releasing starting with this one!! i love u all & thank you for waiting. i’m truly sorry 🤍

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The hard crash of his lips on mine as the faint sound of the door slamming shut rung in my ears.

“Naked and on the bed,” he said as he pulled his lips away, his voice so deep.

Without a second thought, I went into the room and rid myself of every piece of clothing I had on. The cool air brushed against my wet aching core and hard nipples. Jaehyun walked in moments later, his hard cock leaking with precum. I wanted nothing more but to get a taste of it in my mouth, and fuck me til’ I forgot who I was.

Only he could do that.

His fingers grabbed my chin, lifting my head so I could look at him, eye-to-eye.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, and so I did; slipping in two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

I sucked on his fingers, while he looked at me in a taunting way. His face saying, What a slut. I swirled my tongue and sucked on his fingers. ‘Is it weird how I find this oddly hot?’

Soon I was put in a haze, Jaehyun must’ve noticed it since he took his fingers out and managed to position me on top of him.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about anything else besides me,” he said, pinching one of my nipples roughly. I unconsciously grinded against him, his hard cock resting against my ass.

“S-sorry-“ I muttered, before he picked me up and sat in front of the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. I was positioned with my back resting against his chest, and his hands opening up my legs. I watched through the mirror all his movements and the way my cunt drooled.

“So wet for me,” he taunted, as he ghosted his hand around my cunt. Before I was able to mutter a sentence, a word, he slapped my cunt. I omitted a low yell, earning me another slap. “Oh! Fuck. J-Jae.” Slap. “Please ‘m nn-no.”

His hot breath warmed my ear, and he whispered, “No, you deserve a punishment after the show you put on at dinner.” His lips lingered for a while longer, then kissed down my neck. I felt like I was going to crumble any minute now, just by his harsh slaps and taunting words. I was so close, so fucking close, but then his slaps came to a hault.

“J-Jaehyun?” I questioned, turning my head back. His lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

He smirked, “Oh my pretty wife, you don’t get to cum yet.”

“Wha-What? I-“ He interrupted me halfway when his fingers intruded inside my cunt. No warning, Nothing. His two fingers going at an unmerciful pace, my stomach fluttered. The knot threatened to unleash any moment now.

“Pl-Pleas’ let me c-cum. I’m cl-close Jaehyun…”

His pace slowed, then halted again. He was torturing me. I couldn’t handle it. “No, no, no. Please Jae let me cum,” I begged him. I needed to release.

His hand grabbed my jaw, turning me to face him. “Apologize then,” his hazy voice said. “Apologize?” I questioned. “Yes, apologize for the show you put on earlier.”

The last hours came rushing back into my hazy mind. The incident at the restaurant. The incident in question was when I put on a dress—so short in his words—that it kept lifting up, nearly exposing my ass.

In truth, I wore it to piss him off, and because I might’ve felt a little needy for him today. However, I underestimated how many people would have their eyes on me, and the amount of fumes erupting from Jaehyun's head.

“S-Sorry… I’ll never do that again Jae.” His face didn’t change, “And?”

“And I’m only yours. I belong to you Jaehyun.”

He smirked, his lips finding mine. The kiss distracting me from his fingers that once again intruded inside my cunt, continuing their pace. His thumb playing with my clit, stroking, and circling it until it had me begging into our kiss. I wanted more.

“Please fuck me.” The words came out of my mouth, when I pulled away from the kiss.

Jaehyun didn’t say anything, he just lowered his head into my neck, sucking on my sweet spot as he continued relentlessly finger fucking me. I involuntarily clenched around his fingers, signaling him.

“It’s okay baby, let go all over my fingers beautiful.” Jaehyun's words were the tip of the iceberg, I came crashing down. Loud moans erupted from my lips, tears streamed from my eyes, and the faint touch of his lips against my shoulders.

“I always love it when you squirt,” he whispered. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I witnessed what he meant by that. I squirted all over his arm, the mirror, and the floor. The scene in front of us; a mess.

He brought his hand that was inside me to his mouth, licking himself clean of all my juices. He let out a satisfied groan. When he finished, he picked me back up and threw me gently on the bed. His cock aching for it’s release.

“Spread nice and wide for me baby,” he said. I grabbed my legs, spreading them for him. In different circumstances I would’ve hesitated, but the lust clouding my mind cut out any logic or emotions.

“Good girl.”

He brought himself closer, his tip prodded outside me. He was teasing me, but I was running out of patience. I shifted closer until his tip was the only thing inside my cunt.

“Impatient aren’t you my wife,” he teased as he watched me. He was enjoying this so much, I saw it in the way he look at me.

“Please hurry Jae, I need you to fuck me already.”

“Fuck you drive me insane Y/N.”

We both moaned when he pushed his cock further in, stretching me out so well. Jaehyun groaned, taking my arms to pin them above my head.

“So fucking tight,” he chuckled. “Even after all that squirting.”

Jaehyun thrusted hard and rough. The squelching sounds echoed in the room along with my moans. I would’ve been scratching his back if it wasn’t for the hold he had on my wrists that he pinned above my head.

“Ri-Right there,” I moaned out when he hit the spot he knows will have me crashing and crumbling. “Deeper… Harder.”

“As you wish,” he said. Jaehyun angled me slightly, his thrusts reaching me more deeper. The hold on my wrists disappeared, his hands now coming down my body until one reached my clit. He circled and pinched the already swollen clit as he thrusted even more relentlessly into me.

“Cum,” he groaned. One thrust, then two, until I finally came. I came hard on his cock, clenching around it while he fucked me through my climax.

His thrust then slowed down, going sloppy. He was close too. A couple thrusts more and he came too. His white seeds painting my insides white, filling me up so well.

“Good job baby,” he whispered, kissing my lips gently, a total contrast to his demeanor earlier. He laid beside me, and we waited until we caught out breaths. However, I was far from satisfied, I wanted him back inside me.

I turned to his side, he was already looking at me. He smiled, his dimples appearing. I got up, staring at his cock, which was still semi-hard.

“Not satisfied,” he said. I turned to him, seeing the smirk plastered across his face. I nodded. “Then ride me baby, you know what to do.”

Before I entered him, I stroked him to get his cock harder. I positioned myself on top of his cock, lowering myself until the tip poked me. I slid him in slowly, until he was all the way in.

“Fuck. Feel so good,” he groaned, bringing his hands to the sides of my hips.

I started bouncing, increasing my speed the more I go. His fingers dug into me, marks sure to appear. “Keep going baby, like that. Fuck. You’ll be the death of me.”

His praises only ignited me even more. “You like that?” I said when I leaned forward to capture his lips. He only let a satisfied groan into the kiss, but his hands traveled down to the flesh of my ass. He kneaded it, smacking it moments later. His smacks didn’t stop, but they did once I got back up.

“Keep riding me beautiful, I’m close to cummin’ now.”

And so I continued, his hands now on my tits. He fondled them, playing with both my nipples and later pinching them while I bounced on him. “Come down, I wanna suck on em’” he commanded.

My hands on the headboard, while my tits came in front of his face. I felt as his tongue darted out, and sucked on one like a child.

Slap. “Keep moving,” he said, biting down on my nipple.

It didn’t take long until we both came. My third climax erupting from me, in a hazy and euphoric way. I only saw white.

“Fucked dumb my little wife,” Jaehyun said, looking down at me. My legs trembled, tear stains all over my face, drool escaping my lips, and his love marks scattered all over my body.

“Yes,” I muttered. His head came down next to my ear whispering, “You did well.” His voice caused an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. I always loved his praises.

“Go to sleep now baby, I’ll clean you up,” he said. “And the mess you made in the mirror,” he teased. I pouted at his words, earning a laugh from him.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” He kissed my temple saying, “Good night my wife.”

“Good night Jae, I love you.” I muttered into the night before I drifted off into a quiet and deep sleep.

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cy6err · 3 months

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Whoops — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

Warnings: kissing ? (On the cheek)

Summary: Your boyfriend Walker made a mistake whilst you were on live…

A/N: I kind of don’t like this one 🥸 but this is a part 2 of first look! (check that one out first if you want, but it’s not required to.) also, this is awfully short and I apologise for it 🙏🏻

. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

It had been a few months since you and Walker have been together for, but you two kept it on the down low. The people who knew were Aryan and Leah (of course), and they too kept it a secret. The only reason was because you and Walker didn’t want to try and start a whole bunch of chaos within the fandom about your guys’ relationship.

Knowing how the fans are, you both decided to not reveal anything between you two— Other than the light flirting and glances you give each other during small videos uploaded by your friends. It was nice having him as your boyfriend… texting and calling each other every day, unless he’s busy with work or school obviously.

He would also call you during his live streams with Brady Noon— but you stayed in mute because you didn’t want others to hear you talking, you just wanted to be in each other’s presence.

Due to him being busy with work, you barely had time to call or even text him anymore. Yes, he did text you, but they were mostly dry responses. However, he made sure to put an emoji at the end of them so you knew he wasn’t being dry on purpose.

The calls were brief as well, only getting around 10-15 minutes of talking before the, “I’m being called to set and retouch my makeup, I’ll call you later.” Only to find yourself waiting until the moment you fall asleep with no call from him.

He would send an apology text and tell you how much he still cared about you to ease your overthinking. You understood that he was gonna be busy a lot more than usual now that he was filming for PJO season 2.

Sure, keeping the relationship a secret wasn’t all that bad, but it was somewhat hard to take pictures together without making anything obvious (Leah was so kind enough to help you two); So, you posted the ones you found most ‘friendly’ looking.

It had been a normal Saturday when you were home, laying in your bed and rotting in your room. You didn’t need to film until the next month or so, giving you some time to relax after filming for 2 and a half months straight. Your mom was out for the day doing some errands, leaving you home alone for some time.

Walker was also busy today, needing to film for season 2, so he was going to be very distant with you until further notice— which you hated. After contemplating on what to do, you decide to go live for a bit on Instagram and interact with a few fans.

You got up from your bed and set your phone up on your desk next to your window, making sure there was enough light to show yourself clearly. You tap the ‘live’ button and waited a bit for some people to join (which was really quick). You had over 1,009 viewers already and you were pretty shocked at how many people joined the live in under two minutes.

“Hi guys! How are you all doing today?” You greet, smiling widely as you laugh at the flooding comments. Each one being: “are you and Walker dating?” “Where’s Walker?” “Do you and Walker have a thing going on??”

Shaking your head, you deny the comments. “No, we’re just close friends. And he’s doing well, just busy at the moment.” You sat there as you played with a few objects sitting on your desk, answering other questions from them.

You were getting really engrossed with the conversation that you didn’t even realise your mom calling your name until you heard your bedroom door open. “Y/n, you in here?” She asked, peeking her head in your room.

“Oh, hey mom. Sorry, I didn’t hear you because I’m live right now.” You give an apologetic smile, “did you need something?”

Your mom waved to the camera as the comments spammed “hi mrs. L/n!!”

“Just checking up on you, what do you want for dinner?” Your mom asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. Surprise me?”

“Sure,” she laughs, “I’ll call you down in a bit. I invited some friends over and they might spend the night, clean your room please.”

“Okay, are they gonna sleep in here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm! I’ll let you know when food’s ready.” Your mom then left the room leaving you back to your live.

You turn back to your camera and sigh, “well, unexpected guests I guess… and my room is not that messy!”

“Yeah it is.” A familiar voice said from behind, your head snapping toward the direction. Your eyes lit up with joy when you saw your boyfriend leaning against your doorframe, making you jump up from your seat to hug him.

“Walker! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” You exclaim, embracing him tightly to which he returned with a chuckle.

“Yeah, got some time off for a bit and decided to surprise you. I thought it was obvious when your mom said she was inviting friends over?” Walker said, looking at you with wonder.

“I thought she meant the neighbourhood friends and their children.” You shrug, pulling away but not quite letting go of him.

It was a moment of silence when he finally spoke up in a soft, sweet tone. “I missed you.”

You felt your face get warm and your smile grew, “I missed you too.”

With that, he leaned in for a quick a quick kiss, making you mirror the action until you stopped and looked away, making him kiss your cheek instead. He looked at you confused and a little disappointed, “Why’d you do that?”

“Walker, I’m live. I completely forgot.” You quickly run to your phone, grabbing it as Walker immediately became red from embarrassment. The chat was filled with spamming: “OMG” “THEY’RE DATING!!” “WALKER X Y/N CONFIRMEDD” “MY SHIP HAS SAILED.”

“Im so so sorry, oh my god.” Walker groaned, throwing himself onto the bed as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay, Walker. I guess it’s one way of telling the fandom about our relationship.”

He buried his face into the pillows and ignored you, despite his big smile on his face. You quickly said your goodbyes to the fans and ended the live, joining him in the bed. “We were gonna tell them eventually, right?”

Walker took a peek at you and nods, “yeah. I guess so, I just hope it doesn’t ruin anything.”

You lie down and mess with his curls a bit, “Just ignore them. Being with you is all that matters, you’re my ray of sunshine”

He laughed at your comment, “you’re so corny.” Laughing with him, you got closer until your mom came in the room.

“Foods ready— don’t get too close to each other now.” She says, giving a pointed look making you roll your eyes playfully as she left the room.

“Come on, let’s go eat. Im starving.” You pull at his arm and drag him out of the bed, making him get up.

“Okay, okay!” He grins, kissing your cheek and following you downstairs to eat dinner.

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(He surprised you with flowers 🤍)

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HII IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT 😔 BUT NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :)) it was lowk hard to finish this. feel free to send requests !!

Tag list: @defnot-bri

#fanfic #walker scobell #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo fandom #fandom

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oddmerit · 2 years

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heres a few links from my bookmarks folder full of HTML and CSS resources that i used when first making my neocities website because i want other people to make their own sites as well because its fun :)

how to actually do html and css

web design in 4 minutes - this is the site that really made HTML and CSS click for me, following along as the author describes what’s he’s doing to the webpage and showing how it changes the presentation (you don’t need the book he shills at the end. i did without)

w3schools introduction to html - takes you through the very basics of creating a website, lesson-by-lesson. big goldmine for code to grab and scaffold off of once you have some basic skills

mozilla’s html guide - also a great beginner’s guide by the people who made mozilla, although i didnt use it as much as w3 schools

brackets.io - this is the program i use to write the files i use for my website. lets you do splitscreen to work with two files at once, gives you a breakdown of all the files in your website’s folder, and will let you autofill commonly-used tags and files in the code. supposedly has a live preview function but it doesnt work that well for me when i’m using a second monitor, which i normally do when coding. just save the file and refresh the page instead.

(side note: i work in a software external to neocities instead of directly in the neocities editor because 1. local files update with a refresh and neocities has to update the cookies AND download all the website info again once you update, and 2. it effectively gives you a mass undo button if you fuck up because you have your files hosted in multiple places (local and online). yes its kinda annoying to have to manually upload all my files especially bc you cant upload whole folders AND you cant move their locations once uploaded but i prefer it to working directly on the site. if you have a neocities pro subscription ($5/month) you can mount your website directly on your machine as opposed to the neocities dashboard, which basically means you dont have to manually upload the code every time you change something -- it’ll update automatically)

codepen - if you prefer something browser-based to work in then try codepen, i used it a little bit at the beginning when trying to troubleshoot some code i didn’t quite understand. you need an account to actually save your work and im not sure if it actually lets you upload folders bc i never signed up lol

premade engines/sites/themes/etc etc

neothemes or eggramen or templaterr - if you wanna get a quick start on a neocities site, you CAN use a theme generator/premade theme. if you go this route i would still heavily recommend trying to learn HTML and CSS, and then go into the guts of your own website to try and pick it apart and change it to your liking

zonelets - a static blogging engine that uses HTML, CSS, and javascript. made for use on neocities but theoretically useable elsewhere. takes about 15 minutes to set up (if you use a default theme, but its pretty customizable if you know what you’re doing) and requires you to 1. write blog posts in html and 2. modify some code in a script file every time you want to upload a post, but it will automatically let you browse posts in order once you get everything uploaded

rarebit - a neocities webcomic template — havent used it yet but looks cool, and seems to operate off of the same principles as zonelets.

glightbox - this is the lightbox javascript code i use when i want to display a lot of images on one page. i found this code via clicking “inspect element” on a neocities fanpage that the webmaster drew a lot of fanart for. you should click inspect element on neocities pages that you like so you can understand how they do what you like (you can even look at their css by clicking the style.css link you have to include at the top of your page)

plus a couple masterlists/directories:

yesterlinks

sadgrl.online’s webmastery directory

#unidentified gay noise #html #neocities #i took a 2.5 hour nap today and drank coffee at 4 pm and im still sleept #edit oct 22: removed the anti-t*rf disclaimer bc i havent seen any sus reblogs in a while and i didnt wanna keep seeing it in my notifs #but it still stands :)

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lurkingteapot · 11 months

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Free Thai language learning resources

I’ve been learning Thai for the past 20 months. This list is by no means complete or comprehensive, what works for me doesn’t have to work for you, etc etc. That said: I’ve used most of these and found them useful, I thought you might, too. Have fun!

Youtube channels with free video lessons:

There are tons of wonderful teachers on youtube; this is by no means an exhaustive list. The three channels listed here are comprehensive, long-running, and updated regularly; if you have other favourites, please reblog and append!

Comprehensible Thai is a channel that teaches Thai in Thai, from zero, via the comprehensible input method. They have videos from total beginner through upper intermediate/lower advanced levels available.

Learn Thai with Mod – Mod runs a language school that offers good, structured group classes; she and her co-teachers often upload short videos about specific aspects of Thai. The channel has been around for a long time and they cover a lot of topics, including grammar points.

Thai Lessons by New (Learn Thai one Word one Sentence) – lots of good vocabulary and situational phrases

Other channels I like:

Advanced Thai with Kruu Momm -- one of my favourites, Momm’s a star. Not included in the upper list only because this is definitely more of an intermediate-advanced resource.

Thai with Grace -- I knew of Grace via her polyglot channel and travel vlogs before I realised she also teaches Thai. Fun stuff.

Kat talks Thai -- I believe Kat is more active on instagram (@kattalksthai), but these are still really neat.

Perth Nakhun’s Basic Thai playlist

Honourable mentions because they’re interesting and can be nice supplements (yes, the video titles on these channels tend to be clickbaity, the content is useful, though):

Stu Jay Raj: Stu is a polyglot based in Thailand. His channel is a bit of a mixed bag, but he has a very interesting approach to languages and sometimes does foreign accent reduction / accent analysis sessions on his channel (with consent and participation of those whose speech he dissects).

Thai Talk with Paddy: Paddy is an Australian who learned Thai when he was a volunteer in Thailand, he’s kept it up. Fun things about language learning and culture

Listening comprehension

I’m assuming many folks on here who are interested in Thai already watch some Thai shows (yes I’m stereotyping but also this is tumblr), which means you’re spending time listening to Thai.

If you’re not:

Netflix, Youtube, WeTV, and Viki all have several Thai shows with English subtitles available. The Youtube channel of Thai broadcasting giant GMMTV has English subtitles on nearly all of their uploaded series, some series are also subtitled in languages other than English. one31 is another huge channel; they have English subtitles on some series and some series also have subtitles in Thai. There’s tons more – find a rec list and a Thai show that sounds like you’d enjoy it, chances are you’ll be able to watch it for free, legally, on youtube. You can use the youtube controls (or the ones on netflix) to turn the speed down to 75% —this can make it a lot easier to catch what’s being said. 50% gets so draggy that I personally find it almost harder to understand, but ymmv—give it a shot!

https://lingopolo.org/thai/ has real-life recordings for listening practice; sign-up is required but it’s literally just an e-mail-address, user name and password. Using the site is free.

https://www.activethai.com/ has a section dedicated to learning the tones (under “Overview of Thai Tones”) including a self-test for listening that I found very useful.

Learning to read

I will always, always, ALWAYS recommend learning to read the Thai script. All available romanisations for Thai have drawbacks, and besides, you learned to read English with its “though through thorough tough thought”, you can damn well learn to read Thai. I promise it will help you improve your pronunciation (yes, really) and overall understanding of how the language works.

Learn-to-Read-Thai resources that seem comprehensive and like they should do everything in one:

Anki decks “Read Thai PHASE 1 - The Consonants“, “Read Thai PHASE 2 - Thai Vowels“, “Read Thai PHASE 3 - Consonant Classes” and “Read Thai PHASE 4 - Tone Rules” by Khruu Gaan (ครูกานต์). Anki is probably the most powerful spaced repetition software I have ever used. It’s free on all desktops and android. These decks have sound.

Memrise course “Read Thai: A Complete Guide to Reading Thai“

Other resources I used (In hindsight, I feel like I should’ve picked one resource to learn to read from and stuck with it; I think I was rushing and made things more complicated than need be for myself with my hodgepodge mix-and-match approach. But hey, I can read now.)

https://www.activethai.com/ – the site I started with. Teaches the consonants separated by class and with sound. The only reason this is no longer my top recommendation is that I ended up using this alongside a resource that helped me memorise what the words used to represent the letters actually mean because the site itself didn’t tell me, and I wanted that easy way to have 44 vocabulary words ready as soon as you’re done learning your consonants, and it gives you access to neat mnemonics such as ไก่จิกเด็กตาย(เฎ็กฏาย)บนปากโอ่ง.

The chart on Wikipedia’s English article on the Thai Script

the reference section of Thai-Language.com

In order to better learn to read Thai written in different fonts (modern and handwriting fonts can be tough at first), the Thai Script typographical styles overview on Thai-language.com was a huge help, as was throwing simple phrases things into gdocs and messing around to see how different fonts made them look. This chart from sanukmaak.com also helped.

Speaking and pronunciation

The hardest one for any new language for most folks. For me personally, finding someone who speaks the language and is willing to correct me was an absolute necessity, but I know that’s not always an option. If you’re going it on your own, make sure you check out the resources above for learning to hear the tones and those sounds and sound clusters not present in your own language correctly first.

Things to try on your own:

shadowing: Whenever someone on a show utters a sentence you think might be useful, or provide a useful pattern, or something just sounds cool, rewind and try to speak along as they say it, trying to make it sound as close to their pronunciation as you can.

try to record yourself and listen back -- yes, it’s cringe af but it will HELP.

memorising short sentences and phrases: tying back to the section above, there's a ton of youtube videos that is "phrases to use in [situation]" that are great for targeted learning if you're up for it

self talk (cautiously! don't want to cement bad pronunciation habits)

if you’re linguistically inclined: looking up descriptions on how to make a sound correctly sometimes helps, as does watching videos of folks who’ve successfully learned the language.

once you’ve learned to read: find sentences to read somewhere (twitter, a textbook, whatever) and read them into your phone’s dictation engine. See if the software understands you correctly. Adjust as needed until it does.

Websites and apps to find language partners or (paid) tutors

Like any other app where you ‘meet people’, please exercise caution on these.

italki (mainly for finding tutors and teachers, but you can find language partners on the forums)

Preply (web/app) (for finding tutors/teachers)

hellotalk (app only, iOS/android) for finding language partners -- free to use basic features like messaging, voice rooms, etc; has annoying ads

tandem (app only, iOS/android) for finding language partners -- free to use basic features, has ads

any other app or website that’ll let you meet people, like local facebook groups (yes really), instagram, etc

(note: Neither hellotalk nor tandem allow users to sign up without selecting a binary gender. it sucks. I’ve seen people who managed to circumvent this on Hellotalk by signing up via apple ID (? I think), but it’s hearsay and I have not managed to do so myself.)

Books (a book) that are (is) worth spending money on imo

Higbie & Thinsan: Thai Reference Grammar. The Structure of Spoken Thai. Orchid Press: Bangkok, 2002. Yes, it’s ancient in textbook terms. It’s not perfect, but it’s still the best reference grammar for Thai I’ve come across so far, and I use it frequently.

Random bits and bobs

Stu Jay Raj has two videos in particular that I, as a phonetics-and-phonology-loving person, loved and found extremely useful and wished I’d watched before I started to try and learn the script: Thai Vowels for Dummies in 5 Min v2 - A System Impossible to Forget and Thai Bites Extended Edition - Transliterating Thai using IPA. I realise these may be overwhelming and less helpful for people with no prior phonetics or phonology training, but they helped me so much it’d feel amiss not to include them.

Resources I recommend AGAINST using when starting out

drops/hello words -- seems like their Thai courses have been created using machine translation that wasn’t sufficiently proofread. They will assign you nouns in places of the corresponding verb or false cognates, and that’s within the first 10 or so lessons. Might be useful once the level where a learner can tell “ah, yeah, that’s … not right” has been reached? idk.

transcription as generated by google translate: BURN IT WITH FIRE. it’s a transliteration, i.e. 1-to-1 representation of 1 Thai letter = 1 Latin letter (extended), it’s not phonemic, it’s not going to help ANYONE (and those who can make sense of it presumably already read Thai and would be better off with just Thai script). Just. Stop.

Google translate as a dictionary: still shitty but not AS bad as the transcription function. Still, for the love of all that you hold dear, please, save yourself the pain and confusion and just use thai2english or thai-language.com instead.

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And that’s that from me, friends. Yeeting this into the void before I second-guess myself more. Please append additional resources!

Edited to fix a couple of typos and errors on 2023-06-15

#thai language #learning thai #ภาษาไทย #เรียนภาษาไทย #Thai from English #language learning #language resource #language learning resource #idk what the hell else to tag this #free education #don't get me started on 'creative' 'free-form' 'by-ear' romanisations; we'll be here all day #my nonsense

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lokischocolatefountain · 9 months

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Comfort || Taken Care of

Based on this request

Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+. Like extremely 18+. I’d make it 20+ if that was a thing. Serious filth.

Warnings: Chonky age gap (Joel: early 50s and Reader: early 20s), extremely naïve reader, praise kink, innocence kink, non con, face-fucking, oral sex (make receiving), name calling, daddy kink, slapping, mentions of past abuse, mentions of FEDRA school abuse, dacryphilia, moneyshot, dbf!Joel (as friendly as that grump can be). Joel is a lying liar and the creepiest creep. Proceed with extreme caution.

Word count: 1.8k words

Summary: You are as sheltered as can be in a world that has fallen apart. Realizing the errors of his ways, your father has his friend Joel take you outside the QZ to teach you how to survive in the real world. Unfortunately for you, Joel is interested in teaching you more than basic survival skills.

A/N: I finally understand all the AO3 writers who are like ‘sorry for the late upload. My husband died, I gave birth, I was called upon by the US army to stop an alien invasion, my roommate stole all my things and I’m homeless. But here’s chapter 43 of my fic’ cause I am really really going through it rn. I submitted my thesis, I am defending it in a couple hours, I have to move my things to a new place immediately, I have to go to work and yet I wrote this. Who knew writing the absolute filthiest porn could make a girl feel slightly better while being in a dumpster fire…

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he comforts you, his large hand cupping your face as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears. Shame he had to wipe them ‘cause they made you look so much prettier, got his cock so much harder.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed as he unzipped his jeans. Life on the road was hard, especially for a sheltered girl like you. Your dad did everything he could to give you the best he could within the tall walls of the QZ. You knew no pain, no suffering, and definitely knew nothing of the outside world. So here he was, on your dad’s request, taking you out into the real world. The QZ could collapse anytime as QZs often did. So when it eventually did, your dad wanted to prepare you for a harder life.

Thankfully, Joel was a kind man. He held you at night when you were feeling cold, taught you how to hunt and carried your pack for you when you were feeling tired. He also comforted you when you felt lonely.

“Daddy…” you whined, too embarrassed to ask. Calling him Daddy always did the job too. You used to call him Joel, but it changed from when he started comforting you. He told you to call him Daddy, said it was more respectful, so you obeyed.

He never made you feel ashamed for wanting comfort, but something about it made you shy.

“Yes, pretty girl. What do you need?”

You put your hand on his lap and stroked him through his jeans though he was already unzipped and ready to give you the comfort you craved.

It started just a couple kilometers from the QZ. He found you sniffling in the corner of the abandoned building you’d both found shelter in for the night. He was so sweet about it too, asking you multiple times if it was okay for him to comfort you this way. He said your dad wouldn’t like it and that was true— your dad had coddled you too much and now he’d begun overcompensating for it. He yelled at you for crying, made you take up the worst shifts in the QZ and sent you off with his friend Joel— a man feared by all of the QZ— to go out and learn the world.

So you begged him to not tell your dad and put your mouth around his cock. From then, it was the only way you could find comfort.

“I need you to say it, darlin’… What do you want?”

“Please take care of me, daddy.”

“I’m taking care of ya already, aren’t I? Make you food, give you blankets, make sure the infected don’t get to ya… What do you want now?”

“Your cock. Please.”

He nodded and took himself out for you. He sat back on the rickety chair and placed a hand on your head, guiding you down to his cock. You took his tip first and sucked on it. He hissed, so maybe it hurt. But let you keep going. You opened your mouth wider and took him in, inch by inch. It hurt sometimes, but he reassured you that you will get better. You wanted to get better.

The taste was also strange. It needed getting used to. But now that you’d had his cock a few times, you were beginning to like it, to get used to it. It was salty from his sweat and it also tasted just like the skin on your arm. But there was something distinctly Joel about it.

“Just like that, darlin’. Good girl, aren’t you? Look so damn pretty like this,” he said, pushing you gently to take more of him. You gagged a little, but went on anyway. You looked up at him, wanting to smile at his compliment but too full of him to do so. More tears rolled down your cheeks at the compliment. He hummed at the sight and twitched inside you.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue,” he reminded and you felt embarrassed for forgetting already. You wanted to be good, wanted to learn everything he taught you quickly so you didn’t trouble him with the same thing twice. But here you were, having forgotten one of the important lessons already.

You did as you were told and moved your tongue along his cock, feeling his veins and ridges. He was hard, so hard but he was also smooth. He moaned as you did, making you shiver. It felt good to hear him moan, made you feel you were doing something right even though none of this was for his own benefit.

He did it just so he could make you feel better, feel less lonely. Sometimes you weren’t even crying when you got a craving for comfort again. You asked him on random nights to fall asleep with his cock in your mouth. It was becoming a kind of an addiction, like how your dad bought those pills from Joel to keep his nightmares out and now he couldn’t go without them.

You weren’t any help with other things either, even though you’d become a better shot and were more alert when it was your turn to keep watch. Suddenly, you were reminded of the time you missed a shot at a deer and made it run off, leaving both you and Joel hungry for days. You sobbed at the reminder, feeling the sharp sting on your cheek when he slapped you.

“Useless fucking whore!” He’d called you right after slapping you. You’d cried then and you cried again at the reminder, forcing yourself to take in the last of his length to prove to yourself that you would do better. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair before pushing himself inside your mouth forcefully.

“Look so pretty like this, darlin’. Ain’t seen a prettier sight than my whore crying on my cock.” He said, pulling back before pushing into your mouth again. He hit the back of your throat and it hurt, god it hurt so bad. But he kept a firm grip on you, kept you in your place so you didn’t make mistakes again.

“Sorry, darlin’. Daddy’s gotta do this. ‘s too much,” he said, before grabbing your head in both hands. He hammered into you repeatedly, handling your face like it was something he hated. You didn’t know why, but that didn’t make you feel bad. It did the opposite.

You felt good. Like you weren’t a ‘useless fucking whore’ like he had said you were a few times. You were learning like he expected you to. The first time he did this, you forced him to stop and crouched over a bush and threw up the little food you’d eaten. It still hurt to be this way, but you were getting better. You didn’t have to throw up anymore.

He grunted and groaned, let out a few expletives that would’ve made you embarrassed if you were still back in the QZ. They were words you weren’t allowed to use back there. You’d come back from FEDRA school one day, using a bad word and it set him off. He slapped you, much like Joel would slap you later for missing the shot. When you did it again a couple of months later, he slapped you more times.

It was Joel then who came to your rescue. Promising your dad that you would behave better from now, he carried you off to his apartment and tended to your wounds.

“Ohh, of fuck. F-fuuuck… Mmm, such a pretty hole. Such a good hole for me,” he praised before pulling out of you. You inched closer to him, but he pulled you back by your hair, putting you back in place. You gasped softly when something warm hit your face. You tried to move away from it, away from him. It was wrong. How ungrateful did you have to be to jerk away from him like that when he was taking care of you.

“Fuckin’— fuck. Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Take my cum,” he struggled between pants as he continued doing— doing that. The warm sticky thing came out of his cock. You didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if he was okay. It had never happened before. You panicked and held on to his legs, afraid you did something wrong to cause this.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were screwed shut. He grunted and moaned like he was in pain.

“Daddy…” you called for him gently. When he didn’t respond, you touched his thigh and began caressing it. Slowly, gently like he sometimes did to comfort you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, afraid of what you’d done to him. He leaned back on his chair, his hand still in your hair. His breathing slowed down and his fingers massaged your scalp, making you feel good.

“Why’re you apologizing, pretty girl?” He asked, making you sigh in relief.

“I— I don’t— this,” you said, pointing to your face that held the white thing that came out of him. “And you looked like you were in pain.”

He chuckled and looked down at you, before cupping the cheek that didn’t have any of the white thing on it. “You really are so dumb.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you blurted out, not even knowing what you’d done this time.

“I wasn’t in pain. I was feeling good.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm… I know your dad did a lot for ya; you’re his whole world. So it only matters to you when you feel good. But sometimes I need to feel good, too.”

“What makes you feel good?” You asked, desperate to learn, desperate to do for him what he did for you.

“It really helps to have a pretty girl. And you’re a pretty girl, ain’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, good. ‘s long as ya know. Pretty girls like you, you have three holes. It’ll make a man feel good. Just like when I put my cock in your face hole to make you feel good.”

“M-my mouth?” You asked, looking up at him with curiosity. You’ve never heard of it being called that… It felt strange, but you weren’t going to protest. He knew best. Just as your dad told you before sending you out. Joel knows best. Do what he says, no objections.

“Yeah. This pretty mouth,” he said, brushing his thumb over your lips. “When I make you feel good with my cock, I feel good too. But only if you’re a good girl. Only if you do as I say. You did good today, darlin’. You thought of me too instead of being the selfish bitch you always are.”

You surged at the praise, happy that you’d finally learned. Finally did something good for him instead of taking and taking and taking like a selfish bitch.

“And I know you wanna learn. So keep being good like this, okay?”

You nodded.

“Keep being good and I’ll teach you about your other holes.”

“Thank you, Daddy…”

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venusloverblue · 3 months

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Now I understand

Billy Hargrove x Reader

words count: 766

summary: You and Billy are dating, but you have doubts as to why he was interested in you.

warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff

a/n: Hii everyone, I bring you another one shot of Billy. I must say I'm not a fan, in fact I don't think I like what I wrote, but I upload it anyway because I like to be embarrassed. If you see any grammatical errors, don't be afraid to tell me, it helps me with my English. With that I say byeee.

The wind blowing in through the open window of the Camaro hits you in the face, and in the background you hear a rock song from a band that your boyfriend listens to. You don’t talk to each other, but that doesn’t make the atmosphere uncomfortable, in fact, the silences between you usually feel comfortable.

“Babe, there’s a party tonight at Tina’s house, I’m going with the guys, do you want me to pick you up and we can go together?”

Dating Billy, one of the most popular boys, brings that on. There’s always a party at night at one of the popular guys’ house. Ever since he came to Hawkins he became a high school sensation, all the boys wanted his friendship and all the girls wanted to have him in their beds, that part you always tried to ignore for their sake.

You still didn’t know how you had gotten someone like Billy interested in someone like you, a girl who tried to go as unnoticed as possible. You were not interested in being popular, the only thing you wanted was to have good grades so you could go to a good college with a full scholarship, that way you would not generate more expenses to your parents than they already had.

That’s why you never expected the bad boy to look for you all over school looking for a date because he was curious about you, at first you thought it was some kind of joke that was going to leave you in a bad light, with that in mind you decided to deny him that date causing Billy to look for every possible way to get your attention so he could get a date with you. To the surprise of many, he succeeded and took you on a date where he impressed you with how gentlemanly he was and made you rethink your opinion of him.

After several dates, he proposed if you wanted to be his girlfriend in his blue Camaro under a starry night getting you to say yes to his question.

“Love, are you there?” Billy’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts and brings you back to reality, where he asked you if you wanted to go to a party.

“Sorry, I was lost in my mind” You say to then answer the question he asked you at first. “I really don’t know Billy, next week I have a math test and you know I’m not very good at it.”

“I know, but this time you have to go to see me dethrone Harrigton from his throne.”

“Billy, you know how I feel about those things, they’re bullshit. Besides, I’ve already seen you dethrone Steve and the truth is that dragging you back to your car is not in my plans” With that the conversation ended because he had already parked at your house. You give him a kiss on the cheek and get out of the car, from his side there is no answer to your statement.

It is night time and you are in your room studying for your exam, you are listening to the music of David Bowie, one of your favorite artists. While you are about to turn pages in your study book you hear something knocking on your window, at first you think it’s some bird that crashed into your window, but after listening to it three more times you decide to see what it really was.

When you open the window you can’t believe what greets you, it’s Billy with his big smile, in his hand you could see some stones, with them he was trying to get your attention. You instantly went downstairs to open the back door of the kitchen, he comes in with a flirtatious smile that always left your legs shaking.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Tina’s party to dethrone Steve” In your voice can be heard the surprise of finding him there at that moment.

“I planned to go, but with you. So here I am to have a fun night of study with my girl” He grabs your waist and brings his mouth to yours planting a kiss that causes the butterflies in your stomach to awaken.

At that moment you understood why Billy was interested in you, maybe others don’t understand it and it’s because they don’t feel it. When you kiss him the world around you disappears and you feel that Billy completes what you are missing. You assume he feels the same, so you keep kissing him.

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stxrlostseung · 1 month

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falling, fallen · kim seungmin 🪼

falling, fallen : chapter two 📎

academic rivals to lovers (seungmin x fem!reader)

word count: 2.1k

warning(s) : mild swearing, fluff, angst (?)

← chapter 1

🪼 a.n: OMDS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD 😭😭 got caught up with some stuff this weekend.... enjoy this one though !! pls keep supporting tysmm 🤍

“do the project with me.”

you froze on the spot, staring at his arm which gripped the chair once again, covered with his navy jacket sleeve and stopping you from leaving.

“what?” you demanded, stepping back and meeting his brown eyes, covered by his thin blonde bangs. by this time many of the remaining students in the lecture hall had stopped to listen to your conversation, probably wanting to get front row seats to some university tea.

seungmin only shrugged in return. “i don’t have a partner,” he quirked his thumb towards the six other guys in his group, who were bickering about something behind him in their chairs. you assumed that they had already paired themselves up. lucky them.

you rolled your eyes. “don’t you have other friends in the class? ask them, you idiot,” you tried to walk past him again, unsuccessful once more.

his arm had returned to the chair. “well, you don’t have a partner either, do you?” seungmin raised a single eyebrow, his eyes still on you.

you sighed. he had a point, you didn’t.

but you couldn’t give in.

never in a million years would you work on a project with your sworn rival since high school, kim seungmin.

“that doesn’t give you a reason to partner up with me,” you countered, scowling at him.

seungmin scoffed in return. “you’re just so dumb sometimes,” he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“i’m not a mirror.” this time, you successfully walked past him, taking advantage of his arm-crossing.

“hey! i just don’t have a partner, and i need one,” he followed closely behind you, whining like a child.

you rushed out of the lecture hall and into the bustling campus sidewalk, looking around with your hand above your forehead to shield the blinding sun.

when you looked back after a few moments, seungmin was still standing a bit behind you, arms crossed again and lips pursed.

“you’ll fail without a partner,” seungmin stated simply, eyebrows raised.

you heart dropped. he knew grades were your weakness. you’d do anything to get a good grade on any school assignment.

but in the present moment, you wanted to give up on that one simple A+, the satisfying 100/100.

running away was on the long list of things you wanted to do right now.

however, losing an argument was not on that list.

“shut up, you’re so annoying,” you muttered, determined to win over the argument. you start to walk away towards your next destination, wanting to ditch seungmin, when your wrist was grabbed.

the sudden movement caused you to stumble back and struggled to maintain your balance.

another hand, from the same person whose arm was on your wrist, flew to your other arm, catching you just in time.

your eyes widened as you turned back and saw seungmin.

with one hand still wrapped around your wrist.

he let go of your arm when you regained your balance.

“what are you—” you were cut off when he lifted your hand and dropped a piece of paper into your palm. you frowned, confused as you stared at the paper.

“call me if you change your mind,” seungmin closed your fingers around the piece of paper and shrugged nonchalantly.

you were left standing there, skin tingling and cheeks burning as you watch him walk away and back into the lecture hall.

what in the world just happened?

—————————

that day, you gave up—temporarily, as you may add—on your lifelong vow to be antisocial.

you texted every person who was at the lecture that morning, asking if they wanted to partner up for the project assigned.

as long as anyone said yes, anyone else, you could escape from working with seungmin.

kim freaking seungmin.

you swore on your single relationship status that you would never work with him.

but you got more and more anxious after every “oh sorry, i have a partner already” or any variation of that statement from a classmate, popping up on your phone screen. it didn’t help that much when a large amount of people didn’t even respond.

as you went down the list, the amount of remaining students you had to text decreasing slowly, a feeling of dread creeped into your stomach.

this couldn’t happen.

that denying statement was proved wrong when you reached the end of the list, and a girl politely turned down your offer to work together.

you ended up laying face down on the bed in your single-person dorm, rethinking all your life decisions.

you groaned as you flipped onto your back, death staring the ceiling and hoping it would crumble down on you any second.

plot twist: it didn’t.

when you finally decided to sit up, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table with the piece of paper seungmin had given you earlier that day. it turned out to be his phone number, scrawled across it in a rush.

your face curled up in resentment as you realized you’d have to call or text him.

hopefully, text would work. your stomach churned at the thought of calling seungmin.

you typed in his number onto your phone and added him to your contacts—which you would have never done if given a choice, obviously.

you tapped on the “text” button and your mouth turned up into a sneer when the words “kim seungmin has notifications silenced” popped up.

well, what a surprise. how shocking. for someone as social as him, it was surprise if he even turned off his phone, much less turned off notifications.

scoffing, you turned to the only solution that had a chance of working right now.

your thumb hovered over the “call number” button on the top of the screen, a nervous feeling suddenly seeping into you.

your stomach felt like it was a bucket dropping slowly to the bottom of the well.

you took a deep breath before tapping on the button and putting your phone to your ear. someone picked up after a few rings.

but before the person on the other end of the line could say anything, you spoke.

“when do you want to start working on the project?”

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never in a thousand years would you have imagined yourself walking towards the university library to work on a partnered project.

nor would you have imagined that the person you were working on the project with was kim seungmin.

it was a sunny day, and you and seungmin had agree—after an argument, of course—to work at the library starting the weekend after you reluctantly gave in to working on the project with him in the name of your grades.

and only in the name of your grade.

you checked the time on your watch as you ran up the stairs to the university library. it was just past noon.

backpack slung over one shoulder and a binder in your arms, you entered the sleek modern building, university students scattered around in front of tables and bookshelves.

you looked around for the blonde you’re supposed to meet, but he was nowhere in sight and you took an empty table near a window, placing your backpack under the table. sighing, you then left to look for some books related to the project.

books of different shapes, colors, and sizes lined the old bookshelves of the university. even though the library was generally cleaned on a regular basis, the wooden material of the bookshelves indicated its old age, intertwined with the its long history.

you slide your fingers gently along the book spines as you walk through the rows of shelves in the library, searching for the books you needed.

15 minutes later, you only needed one left.

after walking back and forth through the different rows, scouting for the familiar brown cover, you ended up staring up at it, nestled in the top level of the bookshelf.

which conveniently turned out to be way higher than what your height could reach.

talk about being short.

you frantically looked around in the next few rows for a ladder or stool of some sort to let you reach the book, but it had no result. you returned to the row where the book belonged.

you cringed as you tried to stand up on your tiptoes, straining your neck and arm to get the book. people behind threw you curious glances, and your cheeks reddened of embarrassment.

just as you were about to give up and ask a library volunteer to help, a hand from behind you snatched the book right out of its place on the shelf.

“hey! that was my—“ you spun around, facing the culprit.

only to be cut off when you realized that you were staring up at a certain blond whose face was dangerously close to yours.

you could practically count every strand of his bangs that brushed against his eyelashes.

your face burned up when you realized you were staring at his face. you step out of your previous position with him leaning over you, coughing awkwardly, temperature rising strangely quick.

“so, when’d you get here?” you stare at the ground, cheeks still red, and gripping the side of the bookshelf.

seungmin straightened up his posture. he raised the book, which was now in his hand, patting it on your head and resulting in a scowl from you.

“just now,” he shrugged and shoved his free hand inside his pocket. “i got some coffee for us from downstairs.”

you roll your eyes at him. “we better start studying, you dummy, or i’m leaving your group.” you promptly stalked away towards the library tables.

you forcefully push down the strange feeling that had just entered your stomach as you walked away.

when you reached the spot you scouted earlier, seungmin dropped his own backpack onto the ground, two cups of coffee were sitting on the table. you grabbed both and read the orders as you sat down, a printed sticker stuck onto the paper material of the cup.

“this one’s yours,” he pointed to one of the cups.

“latte with a shot of vanilla? how’d you know it’s my usual?” i frowned, confused.

“oh, uh—” seungmin nervously laughed. “i didn’t know that, i just ordered something i thought you’d like.”

you looked at him, clueless. he took his plain white out of your hands and took a sip, leaving only the latte within your grip.

“so, let’s get started, shall we?” seungmin fished his laptop out of his bag as he sat down across from you.

you nod, sliding the coffee away from me and grabbing a book from the pile.

the next hour was filled with silent note-taking and researching, although your mind kept traveling to the moment at the bookshelves earlier.

it was as if your body had been charged with a kind of energy, which caused your body to react in strange ways that you’d never felt before.

your stomach had been very weirdly tingly somehow, and your cheeks would not cool down no matter how many deep breaths you took.

seungmin suddenly reaches for his coffee next to his notebook, the movement causing you to look up at him with the tip of your pen mid-sentence on your own notebook.

you observe the blond, unbeknownst to himself.

he’s sitting so that you can see his side profile clearly. his eyes are focused on the book, which he’s holding one-handedly, coffee cup in the other one.

the sun seeping from the window hits seungmin’s face at the perfect angle, making it look like he was glowing. it reflects on the surface of his eyes, as if his eyes were filled with bright stars.

it was strangely… mesmerizing.

“you want a picture?”

you snap out of your thoughts, face reddening for the nth time today.

“huh?” you frown at seungmin, who was now looking at you.

“i mean, you’ve been staring for quite a while now,” he smirks and sets the coffee cup back onto the table. “a picture lasts longer, you know.”

you scowl at him. “no thanks.” you immediately stand up after. “i’m going to go to the bathroom,” you inform him then walk away.

the second you reach the bathroom, you go in front of the mirror across the wall in front of the sinks.

you splash water onto your face, attempting to refresh yourself and snap out of whatever the hell just happened.

y/n, what was that?? what the just happened to you?

all the weird ways you were reacting to the simplest gestures from seungmin, they didn't make sense.

seungmin was your rival.

you hated him.

but unbeknowst to you, there would be a question that you would come across and be forced to ponder on soon:

did you really?

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surftrips · 8 months

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COOL FOR THE SUMMER

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 1 — AU W/ JJ MAYBANK

word count: 1502

summary: in which JJ and Y/N are working together as camp counselors for the summer, cut off from the rest of the world for eight weeks straight.

a/n: this was super fun to write, i'd love to write more blurbs for them because i think a summer camp setting is so cute haha. welcome to day 1 of obx writing week, make sure to support all the other authors under the tag! :)

“Ughhhh,” Y/N groaned. She was in desperate need of a job for the summer. None of the internships she applied to had gotten back to her, so she was left to scour the internet for entry-level positions, when finally she stumbled upon something promising,

Hiring camp counselors! $16/hour, room and board included. Provide high-quality educational and recreational opportunities and enjoyable experiences for camp participants. No experience needed. CPR-certification preferred.

She had spent a summer in her junior year of high school as a lifeguard, but she wasn’t the biggest fan of the outdoors. And from what she could tell, this position would require her to be outside a lot. But what choice did she have? It was either this, or be unemployed and broke for four months. She sighed and uploaded her resume without much thought.

Exactly one week later, she received a call from an unfamiliar number in North Carolina. She almost didn’t pick it up, but she quickly realized the camp position was located on the Outer Banks.

“Hello? Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” a faraway voice asked.

“Yes, this is her.”

“Hey, Y/N! This is Lucas, I’m calling from Camp Cedar Brook. We saw your application for the counselor position and would love to offer you the position! Are you still interested?”

“Oh, of course! Thank you!” she said.

“Great! We’ll email you the onboarding details this week, but welcome to the team! It’s going to be a great summer!” Lucas said excitedly.

Y/N hung up the phone, a little less excited now that the reality of working at a summer camp was setting in. Being in charge of little kids. Having limited phone access. Cut off from the rest of the world. Working outdoors in the scorching Carolina sun. Just eight weeks of this, she sighed.

“Need some help with that?” a blonde boy asked her as she tried to gracefully carry her two suitcases up the creaky wooden steps to her cabin.

“No, thanks,” she was quick to dismiss him. The last thing she needed was a knight in shining armor, or rather, a muscle tee and cargo shorts.

“Hey, challenge by choice right?”

“What?”

“Challenge by choice,” he repeated. “Something the counselors here say to the kids. Are you new?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Well, considering you’re trying to lug up two suitcases at once into the wrong cabin, yeah, it kind of is.”

Y/N quickly glanced up at the sign above the door. Shit, it was the wrong cabin. Not off to a great start.

“Can I help you now?” the boy asked.

She gave in, “Yeah, sure, fine.”

“I’m JJ, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name.”

“Okay, JJ, can you please just help me carry this to the right cabin?”

After settling down in the right cabin and unpacking, Y/N finally had a chance to catch her breath. She pulled out the itinerary for the next day and audibly groaned. The day was packed with activities: ziplining, archery, climbing wall, and hiking. But it wasn’t all the outdoor happenings that caused her to groan, it was the fact that the returning counselors were being paired with up a new one as their “mentee.” And luck behold it, she had gotten JJ.

She crashed down onto her bed, mentally preparing herself to deal with him tomorrow.

When she woke, it wasn’t to the sound of her usual alarm, but the jarring blow of an airhorn which had to have been right outside her window.

Y/N pulled herself out of bed, tousled hair and all, to see who had interrupted her precious sleep. Pulling the thin curtains aside, she saw nothing but the glaring sun before her eyes adjusted to the blonde boy on her front steps.

“How are you literally everywhere all the time?” she said, opening her door.

“Good morning, gorgeous!” JJ turned around, “Oh, we’ll work on that last part.”

Offended, Y/N quickly adjusted her hair.

“I’m just kidding!” he said. “But to answer your initial question, that’s literally in my job description.”

“To be super annoying and ignore my personal space?”

“Princess, it’s a summer camp. There is no such thing as that here.”

“Okay, don’t call me that. And second, why are you up so early? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet until 11 am.”

“It’s 10 am,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, and?”

“Won’t it take you like an hour to get ready?”

He was right. She must’ve slept through her original 9 am alarm or put it on snooze while half-awake. She was going to be late if she didn’t start getting ready right now.

Without saying anything, she slammed the door shut and proceeded to put herself together. JJ smirked on the other side of the door, knowing that he had won this round.

The first activity of the day was archery, something Y/N happened to be terrible at. Her Hunger Games obsession in middle school was unfortunately not enough for her to enroll in archery lessons.

“Okay, so what you’re gonna want to do is line yourself up with the target,” JJ was explaining.

“Got it, now what?”

“Alright, now place your feet shoulder-width apart. Keep your back straight.”

Y/N was losing confidence in herself. “I look ridiculous.”

“No, you don’t. Come on, now point your bow down and put the arrow in the string.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, perfect! Now use three fingers to lightly hold the arrow away from the string. Then you’re gonna point toward the target again.”

Y/N was getting more nervous. What if she missed terribly and hit someone? She had already embarrassed herself several times in front of the boy and didn’t need another reason to be made fun of.

“Pull the string back, aim, and release,” JJ said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Quickly, she did just that. And she hit it.

Granted, not the center of the target, but at least she was on the board.

“There you go! Not bad for your first try!” JJ put his hand up for a high five, which Y/N gave into. “Let’s practice that a few more times then you can teach the kids.”

“Teach the kids?”

“Yeah, did you forget you’re a counselor?”

“No, I just thought I would get more time to learn, that’s all.”

“Listen, if you want private lessons I’ll be happy to provide that for you, but for now, this is all the practice you’re gonna get.”

Y/N groaned at his comment, lightly pushing him away. She felt her hand lingering on his chest for a moment, and his heartbeat picking up.

“Ahem,” JJ cleared his throat, pulling them both out of their heads.

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, let’s just get back to work.”

Y/N and JJ spent the remainder of the hour lining up shots and practicing. She was getting significantly better, considering she had barely even picked up a bow and arrow prior to this. JJ hit the center nearly every time, but Y/N was slowly proving to be a match for him.

By the time the kids showed up, Y/N was able to guide them on her own and most of her campers were able to hit the target, or get very close. They even split themselves into two teams and made it a competition to see who would get the most points. JJ won, but it was a really close game.

Later that night, Y/N found herself sitting by the campfire next to JJ, who had visibly mellowed out since the morning. His high energy was too much for her at 10 am, but she could get used to this calm JJ.

“So, how was your first day?” he asked, nudging her shoulder with his own.

“Honestly, Maybank. Not that bad.”

“Maybank? Oh, we’re on a last name basis now, Y/L/N?”

“I guess we are, I think it’s more professional, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Who said I want to keep this relationship professional?”

“Who said anything about a relationship?”

“I don’t know, your hand on my chest earlier didn’t mean anything?”

Y/N blushed, not expecting him to bring it up again so soon.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked when she didn’t respond.

She went to push him away again, but for fear that they would end up in the same situation as this morning, she held back. Instead, she said, “It’s not as bad here as I thought it would be.”

“Of course not, I’m here.”

“Ughh, how many more weeks of this?”

“Just 55 more days, princess.”

She allowed him to lean into her side as they sat and watched the flames sparking in front of them. This was going to be a long summer.

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erasing the lies

not friends/slight enemies to lovers <3

overview: you are an a+ student who is well rounded, very disciplined, and hard working gets asked to tutor the most obnoxious, lazy, and rude boy who ever stepped foot on this planet… steve harrington. unable to say no, you help him.. but what you uncover is something completely unexpected..

included: angst, fluff, mutual feelings, happy ending, cursing, relationships, use of y/n

authors note: heyy everyone! sorry about not uploading or writing anything in a longggg time. i’ve been super busy lately and just trying to enjoy the summer but i’m back! came up with this super cute idea and i hope you enjoy! thank you for all the love on the rest of my fics!! much love, nina <3

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“Mhm… yes.. she’ll be down shortly” The phone hits the receiver as your teacher spins around catching your eyes. “Y/N, the principal would like to see you.” She smiles her fake toothy grin as she resumes her lesson.

You feel the eyes on you as you quickly stuff your bag with your notebooks and pencils trying to get out of being the center of attention. You could hear the slight whispering of the class which feeds your inner thoughts.

“Oh shit, what did I do?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Quickly shutting the classroom door behind you, you exhale taking in the stale air of the empty hallway of Hawkins High School. You quickly walk down the hall as your heart beats wildly out of your chest. You can feel your stomach churn as you reach out for the door nob of the brown glass door that reads “Main Office.” The small bell at the top of the door rings alerting the secretary as you quickly step inside and shut the door gently. Taking a deep breath, you chase the butterflies away in your stomach as you loosen your shoulders and walk up to her forming a smile with your cherry lips.

“Uh hi, I was called down by the principal.” You mutter with a small smile.

“You must be Y/N?” She asks reading at a post it note on her desk. You nod trying to quickly get this interaction over with. “Have a seat dear.”

You walk over to the small sofa chair in the corner of the office. Bouncing your leg, you can feel the nervousness creep up from your core once again as the same questions float through your mind like clouds on a breezy day. You look around the room and notice old school yearbook photos, sports championship awards, and other boring memorabilia. Before you get a chance to read any, the door swings open to the person you did not want to see… the principal. He is older, with short small wisps of hair that adorn his mostly bald head. He is wearing a blue suit and you can see his beer belly slightly protrude from his attire.

“Come on in Y/N”

You quickly get out of the seat and follow him into the small crammed office. Your eyes immediate lock onto a very recognizable face here at Hawkins High. This face belongs to someone who’ve you have despised since elementary school. Someone who used to practically rule over the school, date every girl in the 5 mile radius, and keep his hair perfectly in place every single day. The King of Hawkins High was sitting right before your eyes.. the one and the only Steve Harrington. He just feverishly looks up at you before darting his eyes away and fiddles with his fingers embarrassingly. Your mind floods with endless questions as you take a seat next to him.

Steve Harrington is known for being the arrogant and snobby rich jock who’s only personality trait is hooking up with 50 girls a month. Rumors go around that his ex girlfriend Nancy Wheeler broke up with him because she cheated with Jonathan Byers and didn’t want to get risked getting caught. All you know is that you don’t want to mess with him or even talk to him. He fails all his classes, always goes to parties, and barely has his parents home.

Trouble.

The principal clears his throat, “I probably assume you two have never met. Let me introduce you two. Y/N this is Steve, Steve this is Y/N.”

Being polite you turn your head and put on a fake smile as he returns the favor before you both quickly look at the principal once again.

“Now I called you two down here not because you’re in trouble but I have an important question to ask.” He says flicking his eyes between you two.

Okay not in trouble.. that’s a good sign.

“Y/N, now I know you are in many advanced classes and receive very high grades.” You nod and smile agreeing with his statements. You feel Steve shift in his chair uncomfortably as you look over and see his face blush as red as a tomato. “Well, Steve here does not receive the best of grades. Right now, if he doesn’t pass his classes, he will be unable to qualify for graduation.” You nod you head as your head whirs with millions of thoughts…

“Pfft, no shit it’s Steve Harrington”

“Unable to graduate? I could never.”

“What does this even mean?”

“Well I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring him? Either once or twice a week would suffice.” He says with a smile as he looks at you.

Your heart drops just like the roller coasters at amusement parks. Your stomach does a flip as you can feel your organs rearrange from inside. Your face starts to heat up as your palms begin to get sweaty. You’re bad at making decisions especially ones that require things you don’t like.

Tutor Steve Harrington? Shoot me now!

Looking over at Steve you notice him look up at you reading your face for any response. You just look at him and look at the principal as the thoughts zoom around your brain.

You don’t know what to do.

Should I be the better person? Should I help the douchebag? You decide to go with your gut, you can’t ever say no.

You look up at the principal. “Sure, why not.” You smile as you look over to Steve who just looks at you like his prayers got awnsered.

He knows your really smart. Really really smart. And pretty cute too. You know, maybe this whole tutoring thing would work out in his favor. He passes his classes and he gets a new chic.

“Perfect, thank you Y/N!” He smiles as he hands you Steve’s grade sheet. “He specifically needs to work on Physics and US History.”

You glance at his grade sheet as you read the grades.

Physics- D

English- C

US History- F

Geometry- B

Oh boy, these grades aren’t looking too hot.

The principal buds in again. “Tutoring could be 1-2 hours at either persons house. He must be fully prepared by the last month of school.” You nod your head placing his grade sheet in your bag.

“Steve why don’t you thank Y/N for helping you with your studies?” He demands looking at Steve.

“Thank you Y/N.” He says timidly looking up into your eyes for a split second.

His eyes were really pretty. Brown with a hazel undertone. They shined with the morning sun glimmering through the half drawn shades.

You just smile back at him and reply “You’re welcome. Does tomorrow night around 6:00 at my place work?” He nods as you exchange addresses.

You leave the office with a million thoughts in your head.

How are you supposed to tutor someone you hate. Out of all people it is goddamn Steve Harrington. The rich, snobby, and rude jock who knows nothing but of parties and alcohol. You’re not gonna enjoy these sessions, you already know it. Seeing him is bad enough, how you have to talk and teach him twice a week for the next several weeks. Might as well just dig your grave now.

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“He will be here any min- ding.. I’ll get it.” You yell through the house. Steve had just ringed your doorbell. Your blood pressure just rose off the charts. You quickly run over to the front door and open it. There is Mr. Pretty Boy himself with his books cradled in his hands. He is wearing a dark green polo shirt with his usual blue jeans. He flashes you a charming hello smile as you step to the side and let him in.

That smile. Oh boy, made you feel different.

“Hi, how are you?” You ask watching him look around the house.

I’m sure he’s definitely judging it. Rich boy isn’t used to small rooms…

“I’m fine, how are you?” He asks catching you in the eye as you find yourself get lost in them.

Shake it off.. you gotta hate him…

Steve knows that he has this horrible reputation and he knows that people who don’t know him see him as what he used to be. His goal is to change that, whatever way possible. He hasn’t had a ton of friends since the whole situation. Heck, he dropped Tommy and his silly girlfriend. He really had no one.

He had hope.

Maybe you could be his first actual friend…

If he could prove to you that he changed…

He could even prove to himself that he won’t make mistakes ever again..

“Follow me.” You say tucking your hair behind your ears as you guide him to your room.

Your room was small and quaint. White walls with white decor. The accent the room was baby pink as you had several pictures of flowers or beaches on the wall. It was your comfy spot. Made you feel safe.

As you enter the room you walk over and sit down on your bed swinging your legs as they dangle off the floor. Beside you are the books you set out to study and practice with. Steve just looked around with a curious gaze in his eyes before he set his stuff down on your desk and walked over to sit beside you.

“Let’s get started.” You say turning to face him while you grab the Physics book from off the pile.

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“What’s the awnser to Question #7?” You ask as you stare at his pondering complexion. You wait a few seconds. “Hello? Earth to Steve?” You ramble as you wave your hand in front of his face.

“What.. sorry.” He jumps back into reality looking bored.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly as he looks up into your eyes.

“Can we do something else?” He asks trying to read a reaction from your face.

“Yeah, Math or Social Studies?” You ask totally clueless.

“Not school Y/N.” He drags readjusting himself on your bed.

“Then what?” You ask a little harsher then expected. He looks surprised at your response.

“Jeez, you’re a little cranky.” He says sarcastically as he takes the book from your lap and places it on the ground. You watch as he fixes his hair after it gets into his face.

His hair is really nice. Dark thick hazelnut colored hair that is always perfectly styled and hair sprayed. They don’t call him “The Hair” for nothing.

You zoned out for a minute while studying his lucious locks and now he is taping your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“Sorry, just confused what you wanna do since the whole reason why you are here is to pass school.” You brush a piece of fallen hair from behind your ear.

Steve is not gonna lie to himself. You’re pretty cute, even when your cranky.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks looking confused as he looks into your darting eyes.

You search your brain for a response. You question telling him a lie or telling him the truth. Taking a deep breath you spit out the truth.

“Not currently. I mean it’s just a weird situation. You know, you’re popular and a jock and every girl on the planet is obsessed with you. And I’m not popular, a nerd, and never has had a boyfriend. So yeah this is a little awkward. Plus considering the fact that I thought you absolutely 100% hated me prior to this.” You blurt out with a nervous chuckle as you examine your fingers.

“What did I do to make you think that I hated you?” He asks inquisitively while still looking at you as he sees the blush to your cheeks.

“I mean in elementary school you did push me into a muddy puddle.” You say looking back up at him and smiling a bit.

He chuckles and says jokingly, “That’s the reason why? I’m sorry I did that Y/N but… maybe you deserved it.” His voice turns serious. “But on a serious note, let’s just scratch this whole stereotype thing and start fresh, okay?” He asks looking right into your ocean blue eyes as he extends his hand forward.

“Deal.” You laugh as you shake his hand. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!”

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you too!” He smiles brightly.

Hard feelings vanished..

For the remainder of the night, you two talk small talk about what you two enjoy and things that are happening in your lives. To be honest, you don’t mind him. You enjoy his quick remarks, his flirty attitude, his humor, and most of all his company.

On the other hand, Steve never thought he would speak to you a day in his life. But here he is, talking about movies, people, etc with someone he just met 24 hours ago and hell he was enjoying it too! There was something about you, something that made him incredibly happy inside. Something that filled a void no one has even filled before.

By the time the night was over, you already exchanged phone numbers and planned your next session.

Steve nor you could not wait for the next time you saw eachother!

Something definitely changed with him over the years. You’ve learned so much from him and how he has grown to better himself. It feels like someone took a pink eraser and erased all the lies right off the paper. It was good as new!

Deep down you had a feeling though and Steve was definitely feeling it too..

Deep down you had a crush..

On Steve Harrington..

The person who you refused to even speak to about 24 hours ago..

And he had one on you too..

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It was three days later and you and Steve were in the exact same spot practicing questions. You could tell by his body language that he was getting tired and bored. He got up and started to wander around your room with his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. Steve was bored of studying, you two have been studying flash cards for two hours and he was at his wits end. Steve loved the little breaks or stupid activities the two of you would do when you both were tired and needed a break. He loved spending time with you, either if it was teasing you or just having a simple friend to friend conversation. You guys have gotten closer over the time spent together and he clearly recognizes that. At first, you used to be shy and more reserved but the more time you’ve spent with him, the more you’ve come out of your shell. He loves your fiery remarks or playful teasing you always delivered right back to him after he said something to you. He loved watching you become pissed at him or become sarcastic and quick-witted with him after he would ask a stupid question or pull a dramatic stunt. So, per usual he decided this was the time to do yet another stunt he had brewing in his heavily hair-sprayed mind.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You question as you watch his eyes glaze over your desk as he reaches his purple sleeved arm over towards a book on it. “Put that down.” You bark as you get up and race towards him. The smirk only growing bigger on his face as he hears your distress.

“What is this?” He asks with squinted eyes as he begins to open the pages but before he could get a good look, you reach for it. Using his height advantage, he stretches his arm towards the ceiling which now suspended the book over your head.

“Give it to me! It’s my diary, put it down!” You beg as you brush up against him as you try to grab and reach it. He laughs as he stands in his tippy toes to get it higher as you jump to try to reach it. You’re practically chest to chest as you can feel his chest bounce quickly with each sharp laugh. He is getting a kick out of you freaking out. Suddenly, you realize you two are really close, too close for comfort. He senses your body language switch and suddenly returns to a more calm and collected state. He can feel his laughter fade as a small smile sits on his lips. He can feel his heart pick up as he locks eyes with yours as he resists the urge to pull you closer or look at your lips. You look even more beautiful up close as he notices the faint freckles peppering your cheeks and nose.

You stop as you lock eyes for a minute. Steve is a few inches taller than you but you two are face to face. Inches away from eachother. You examine his face close up. His hair is slightly disheveled with strands hang in front of his eyes. He has moles freckling his face like stars on a clear night. Your eyes flit down to his lips as you notice how cheery red they look close up. Quickly you look at him again, fearful of getting caught staring. You could feel your cheeks slightly blush and turn warm as you just stare into Steve’s brown sparkly eyes. The more you try to pull away, the more they pull you in. Steve feels the same way as he feels nervousness creep up from his core as his lips curve into a slight smile. He pulls the book down as he continues to lock eyes with yours. He has no idea how long it’s been. His mind is mush as he finds himself darting from your eyes to your lips..

“Here.” He whispers breathlessly as he hands you the book slightly backing up but keeping the eye contact.

“Thanks.” You reply as you blush a little harder now as you walk to your desk to place the book down and then you both return to the spot on the bed and continue.

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In a matter of a two weeks, you two have gotten extremely close. You would if never imagined that you would be good friends with the most popular guy in school, the one all you’re friends tell you to stay away from.. yet he just draws you in. The endless amounts of nights where he calls you on the phone asking about homework as it suddenly turns into a three hour call where you two ramble about random topics. You’re falling faster than you thought you would.. crumbling as he created cute nicknames for you and knows everything that makes you tumble over in laughter. He’s a complete opposite of you and your morals, yet you two seem to attract like a magnet.

Steve has learned to know you like a book, using his charismatic and charming personality he knows exactly what makes you blush or makes you laugh. As the study sessions go on, he picks up on your body language and your habits. He enjoys listening to you ramble for hours on end about friends or your family. He’s never really felt such an instant connection with someone before especially only knowing them for a few weeks now.

Today marks the last study session before Steve’s test. The last time you’ll see him roll his eyes at a physics question, the last time he will tease you about your stupidly high grades and how smart you are, the last time you two don’t focus on the task and do other things. You feel sadness forming in your heart hoping that after this, he continues to want to talk on the phone or even hang out. You love seeing him wave and smile at you in school or meeting you at your locker to talk. But you’re scared, you’re scared that he’s gonna put on his cocky jock attitude and won’t speak to you again… completely cut you out. You’ve seen a different side to him that you’ve never seen before. He’s sweet, considerate, and gentle around you. Never fails to have you think about him endlessly once he leaves your house or you hang up on the phone…

Little do you know, he feels the same. The same feeling poking him in the gut, the feeling where you want to hold on and never let go.

You’re suprised when your doorbell rings earlier than usually. You glance at the small watch on your left wrist as it reads “4:00 pm.” But you two agreed on 7:00 pm the night prior. You quickly brush your hair behind your shoulders as you open the door.

“Hey Steve, you’re early.” You say with a smile as you notice him blushing a bit in embarrassment. His cheeks are a slight pink as he smiles at you.

“Uh hey Y/N, sorry I’m early.” He pauses for a second. “Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything?” He asks a little more concerned now as the blush intensifies on his cheeks.

You shake your head as you chuckle a bit. “No.. no.. you’re not interrupting anything.”

“Okay good, I was wondering if I could just come now.. I know it’s our last night so I wanted some extra practice before the test tomorrow morning.” He says reading your face for an answer.

Now if he was Pinocchio, his nose would grow larger.. because he is lying. His pants are on fire.

“Of course, come on in!” You say with an enthusiastic smile as you move to the side to let him in.

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“Okay last physics question, I promise.” You say with a teasing smile as he rolls his eyes. You ask him a pretty difficult question as you could see the gears practically turning in his head. He answers correctly as a beaming smile forms on your lips. You notice the pure excitement on his face at your reaction.

Steve cannot help but to feel his heart flutter to see the reaction you just gave him. A huge proud beaming smile.. one that makes him want to melt into a big puddle on your bed. He thinks your reaction is the cutest thing, you’re the cutest thing and he feels like it’s the right time to ask his question.

Once you two calm down a bit and all the books are put away, you’re staring Steve right in the face. He’s just smiling gently at you, his eyes dazzling in the soft light of your room. You feel the butterflies form in your stomach as you break the comfortable silence.

“How do you feel for tomorrow? Good? Bad?”

“I think I’ll be okay, pretty nervous” He says with a shrug as he smiles a bit hesitant at you, you notice how his demeanor has changed. He seems more nervous and quiet now.

“You’ll do great, trust me!” You say trying to lighten the mood as you earn a smile from him. You give him a comforting smile as you grab his hand and hold it in yours gently squeezing it.

Your touch practically sends Steve to the moon. He just feels so happy, he feels all the nerves and worries washing away as you gently hold his hand in comfort. He truly believes every word you’re saying.

He clears his throat before asking a bit nervously. He’s been thinking about this plan all night and all day. He wants to celebrate with you, regardless if he passes or not. He wants to treat you for volunteering your time to help him. And of course, he just wants to spend some time with you. You make his day with these sessions as you constantly giggle at his jokes making his heart soar or seeing you smile so beautifully. You’re like treasure to him, he wants to cherish you forever.

“Y/N, do you possibly want to go and get ice cream with me when it’s all done and over with… like a celebration type of thing?” He asks with a gentle smile as a hint of pink crowds his cheeks.

You let his statement settle in the air as you feel your heart pick up at the words. Without a second thought you reply, “I would love too, Steve!” You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you smile unstoppably at him. You see his eyes open wide in happiness in response as the smile grows bigger on his freckled cheeks.

Head over heels..

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Steve has refused to tell you the outcome of his test until you two were seated on the back trunk of his car indulging in your ice creams. His treat, of course.

“So Steve…” You say pausing to swallow. “What did you get?” You push the spoon around the sprinkled covered ice cream as you wait for him to respond.

Steve places his icecream down as you copy him looking at him more curious now. You watch the sides of his mouth curve into a grin. “I passed, everything!” He says excitedly. You can’t help but to squeal in surprise as you wrap your arms around him for a hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” You say muffled against his shoulder. You can feel his broad arms wrap around your lower back as he hugs you back. You can feel the sudden chill from the ice cream melt away.

You pull away as you look him dearly in the eyes with a sincere smile on your face. “See, I told you that you could do it!” You say smiling even wider. You’re so so so happy, this made your day.. your week even.

Steve has never seen you this happy for anything ever. Heck, Steve has never even had anyone this happy for him. He just feels this overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy that fills his entire body.

You both are now just looking at each other with huge smiles, enjoying the comfortable silence. Steve feels like he should make a move, before he loses you. He’s afraid that after this, your friendship could disappear. You would go back to your friends and he would hang out with his. And he didn’t want that. He wanted to be with you.

“So what was the final sc-“ You’re interrupted mid sentence as he presses his lips delicately against yours. You gasp into his lips as your eyes dart shut. His hand gently caresses your cheek as your body freezes. He pulls apart smiling and blushing madly as he looks at you lovingly. You just stare like a dear in headlights at him. You’re shocked and can’t even process what just happened.

Steve Harrington just kissed you.

Your cheeks are a crimson color now as you smile shyly at him. Without a second thought, it’s your turn to confess how you feel. And by this, you press your lips against his once more. His lips are pillowy soft and taste sweet from the ice cream. One of your hands cups his cheek while the other rests gently on his shoulder. You can feel his hand come and press against your lower back as he pulls you closer to him as the other pulls hair behind your ear delicately. You pull apart with a smile as you become nervous and shy around him. You can feel the absence on your lips as butterflies course through your tummy.

Steve is genuinely surprised that you feel the same way. He would never think that you, a smart and determined girl would ever fall in love with a dumb, cocky jock. He’s only known you for about a month now but it feels like it’s been years. You two just instantly clicked. Maybe opposites do attract..

He just feels overwhelming happy as he just stares at you with the biggest gushy smile and sparking eyes as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you two just watch the sun set behind the trees, feeling totally in love.

Maybe people aren’t as bad as they seem..

People can change, people can grow..

And all you know, is you love Steve for who he is and who he became..

Because the lies were erased clean off the page.

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thank you for reading!! <3 hope you enjoyed the fic!!

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lewisvinga · 19 days

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true love | max verstappen/joe burrow x fem! reader

summary; after news came about the ending of y/n and max’s relationship, fans think didn’t think k she’d rekindle with her childhood lover, joe.

fc; amberly yang

warnings; cheating

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note; requested ! i don’t write for joe burrow but i rlly liked this idea😭 i lowk missed the fact reader is a rbr driver but i tried to add little comments after lol

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username: my parents are back together 🙏🙏😭

username: wonder how rbr feels abt this😭

username: no more maxy/n pr, the joey/n girlies are happy 🙏

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Teen Angst

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,534

Warnings - swearing, feeling alone, mentions of Jake's parents, mentions of abuse, yelling, angst

Summary - you start to act out leaving Bradley and Jake in the line of fire of your teen angst

A/N - hey y'all it's a new part of Hangman junior!! sorry, it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded I've been going through some shit so yeah I gotta take time for myself sometimes. I feel I went a bit off track with this request but y'know this is what my brain came up with. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Jake had dealt with the many stages a child goes through growing up as he raised you. He dealt with your terrible twos like they were nothing. He figured that if he could fly a fighter jet day in and day out, he could easily handle a two-year-old’s temper tantrums. What no parenting book prepared him for, was the teen angst phase of growing up. He knew that teenagers tended to go through a rebellious phase. He went through one himself, but he chalked it up to his shitty upbringing as to why he rebelled against his parents. He figured you had no reason to act out when you got older. You were surrounded by people who loved you and he figured you had no reason to act out.

How wrong he was.

He didn’t know what caused it, but you started acting out as time progressed. You spent more and more time out with your friends and when Jake innocently questioned you on it, you got defensive and would refuse to answer his questions.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Jake muttered one night as he climbed into bed with Bradley who watched softly, understanding the worry his husband was feeling.

“Hopefully it’s just teen angst. We all go through it. I know I did. It’ll pass and she’ll be back to herself in no time.” Bradley says, wanting to reassure Jake. But he had his own worries but wouldn’t dare vocalise them, so he didn’t worry Jake further. The two men ended the conversation there before they got too in their own heads and chose to go to sleep.

A few days after Bradley and Jake’s conversation, Bradley got a phone call from your school as he had just finished unpacking the shopping he had just bought. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the number of your school popping up on his phone.

“Hello?” Bradley answers as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Am I speaking to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?” The voice of the receptionist says as soon as Bradley had finished speaking.

“Yes, you are.” Bradley confirms, nodding although he knew the receptionist couldn’t see his head move.

“We tried to contact Lieutenant Seresin but he didn’t pick up so our next point of contact was you so we’re calling to say that y/n has been sent to the principal’s office one too many times this month so we need you to come in so we can discuss action going forward.” The receptionist says as Bradley’s eyes widen slightly. He knew you were getting mouthy with your dad and acting out occasionally at home, but he never thought that behaviour would cross over into school.

“I’ll head over now.” Bradley says before bidding goodbye to the receptionist and hanging up the phone, pocketing it as he tugs his shoes on and grabs his keys. He climbs into the Bronco and begins the drive to your school. It doesn’t take Bradley long to pull up at your school. He finds his way to the office and locates the receptionist he assumes was the one he was speaking to on the phone.

“Hi, I’m Bradley Bradshaw. You called about y/n?” He says once he reaches the desk as the receptionist looks up at him nodding as he finishes speaking.

“I’ll just let the principal know you’re here and he’ll fill you in.” The receptionist says, getting up from her seat and disappearing to the principal’s office to let him know that Bradley had arrived. She soon returned to let Bradley follow her into the office.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, please take a seat.” The principal, Mr Brookes says, gesturing to the free seat next to you where you were sat with your arms folded and staring directly at the floor.

“So we couldn’t get into contact with Lieutenant Seresin, do you know why that is? We were hoping to speak to her father.” Bradley couldn’t help but feel the small pang in his heart at those words. He knew he wasn’t related to you by blood but he adopted you and loved you like you were his own so it hurt to hear that people would make it seem like Bradley wasn’t part of your family despite him being one of your legal guardians.

“Jake’s at work today. He was probably training when you called so he couldn’t pick up.” Bradley explains, glancing at you before returning his full attention to the principal.

“Well, no point in milling over this. We’ll just move on to why we’re here. y/n here hasn’t been engaging in classes or completing work that is asked of her. And when she’s questioned on it, she has been very rude to staff, swearing and answering back. She’s also been skipping some classes too. We gave her several warnings and clearly, none of them were taken to heart. We’ve been given no choice but to suspend her due to these recent actions.” Mr Brookes says, addressing Bradley directly who nods at every word said while you scuff your shoes against the carpeted floors of the office, itching to get out of this situation entirely.

“I’m sorry that she’s been acting like this. When she comes back after her suspension, I guarantee she’ll be on her best behaviour.” Bradley says, looking apologetically at Mr Brookes before glancing over at you. When you and Bradley are dismissed, you get up instantly, leaving the office with Bradley trailing behind. He sees a text come through from Jake on his phone, asking if he knew why your school had called him and he quickly filled him in as he reaches the Bronco, unlocking the car so you can climb in. You avoided looking or talking to Bradley the entire way home despite his numerous attempts to get you to talk. As Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway, he sees Jake’s truck also in the driveway and he knows that there may be an upcoming argument between the Seresin father and daughter. He follows you into the house and sees Jake standing in front of you, arms folded with a stern glare as he blocks you from going upstairs.

“Living room. Now.” Jake's tone was deadly low as he watched you carefully. You glared back, not wanting to give in but after a minute of staring, you groaned and turned to enter the living room with both men following behind.

“Dad, it’s not a big deal you’re overreacting-”

“You’ve gotten yourself suspended over bad behaviour and you think I’m overreacting? I raised you better than this.” Jake says as he paces the room while you sat on the sofa. Bradley observed silently, not wanting to interfere with Jake’s parenting.

“It’s not that big of a deal I bet you got suspended when you were my age.” You fire back nonchalantly. Jake had actually never been suspended from school despite what others thought about him. His fear of how his parents would react to news like that made him one of the school’s model students.

“It doesn’t matter whether I did or did not get suspended from school. You should know better. What is going on with you?” Jake says, trying to calm himself down so he can find out what it is that’s going on.

“I’m fine. You’re being dramatic over nothing.” You grumble, glancing away from your dad who looks over at Bradley, concerned.

“We’re just worried about you y/n. That’s all. This mood change seemed to come out of nowhere and we want to help.” Bradley says softly, making you look up at him.

“You’re not even my dad. I don’t need your help.” You spit venomously, making Bradley’s heart crack in two.

“Give me your phone.” Jake says, holding his hand out expectantly.

“What?” You ask, looking up at your dad.

“You heard me. Give me your phone. You’re already grounded for the suspension, but you do not talk to Bradley like that. Give me your phone. And go to your room.” Jake says, his glare cold as he speaks. You groan but get your phone out of your pocket and place it into Jake’s hand. As you get up and head to go to your room, Jake calls for your attention once more.

“You are not to come downstairs unless you have a proper apology. Do you understand me?” He says heatedly, trying to keep the anger from his voice but failing miserably. When he saw the reaction in your eyes to his tone, he immediately hated himself for the way he was speaking to you. You nodded wordlessly and then took yourself upstairs without another word to either man. After hearing the slam of your bedroom door, Jake collapsed onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands as he fought back the tears that instantly threatened to build the second you left his line of sight. Bradley approached Jake slowly, easing himself down on the sofa next to his husband and watching him carefully.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asks, observing how Jake’s shoulders rose and fell heavily, indicating to Bradley that Jake was fighting to keep himself calm.

“I should be asking you that question.” Jake mumbles, wiping at his eyes furiously before looking over at Bradley. His teary green eyes locking with Bradley’s soft brown ones.

“We don’t need to worry about me right now. You seemed really spooked after sending y/n to her room. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Bradley insists, not once removing his gaze from Jake’s as he reaches across to take Jake’s hand in his as gentle as ever.

“I sounded like my dad.” Jake admits after a painful silence, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears threaten to spill past his defences. He also fought back the memories of yelling, hurled abuse and punishments that filled his mind at the mere mention of his father. Bradley remained silent, knowing Jake still had more to say.

“I might not have yelled. But I said something that my dad used to say all the time. I swore when I first held y/n that I’d never be like him. What if I am? What if I turn out to be just like him and I hurt her the way he hurt me?” Jake says, tears breaking free from their bonds and rolling down his cheeks as he thinks of how he failed you. He had one job as your parent and that was making sure you felt loved and safe and he let you down by acting like the one person he swore he’d never be like.

“Jake, you listen to me. You are not turning into your father. From what I’ve seen and heard of this man, he didn’t deserve to have any kids. You didn’t deserve the way he treated you and that is not how you’re treating y/n. Parents argue with their children sometimes, it happens. But it doesn’t mean you’re turning into your dad. Please don’t beat yourself up over this. You’re okay. You haven’t done anything like your dad.” Bradley speaks softly and carefully to his husband, his thumb trailing back and forth over Jake’s knuckles as he talks in an attempt to slow Jake’s heavy breathing. When Jake manages to slow the tears, he allows Bradley to tug him into a comforting hug, with Jake burying his face in Bradley’s shoulder to ground himself some more.

“Are you okay Bradley? What y/n said wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry she said that.” Jake mutters, his voice still thick with tears and muffled by Bradley’s shirt but he was heard all the same.

“I’ll be okay. It’s not the first time it happened today.” Bradley says, attempting to shrug it off so Jake didn’t have to know how hurt he really was.

“Hey, I just opened up about how I was feeling. I think you owe me one.” Jake says, pulling away slightly and wiping at his eyes, giving Bradley his full attention.

“Okay. It hurt quite a bit, to be honest. I know I’m not her dad and I don’t expect her to call me ‘dad’ or anything I’m fine with her calling me Bradley. But it still hurt to hear her say that. And hearing her school say they were disappointed they couldn’t speak to you didn’t help the matter. They don’t see me as a part of your family. It’s always been Jake and y/n and I’m just on the sidelines.” Bradley admits, letting Jake know his true feelings about the situation. Jake’s face softened at Bradley’s words, and he reached for Bradley’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“You are part of our family, Bradley. Those people at the school are just assholes who don’t deserve even a smidge of your time. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but y/n adores you. She really does. I know she’d fight tooth and nail for you if she needed to. You’re family. And we love and protect our family.” Jake says reassuringly, wanting to put Bradley’s running mind at ease. Bradley’s head nodded ever so slightly at Jake’s words, his gentle brown eyes ever so slightly dimmer than they usually were.

“Tell you what. You relax down here for a bit, watch some tv, drink some tea, and take care of yourself. I’m going to speak to y/n again.” Jake says after conjuring something up in his mind. Jake then presses a soft kiss to Bradley’s temple before quietly excusing himself to disappear upstairs to talk to you again. This time, a lot calmer than he was before.

The knock on your bedroom door shook you from your angry staring contest with the wall but you didn’t move to open the door, nor did you make an effort to reply. A second knock rang out across your room but yet again you refused to respond, your anger about the events that transpired had almost dissipated due to getting time to reflect but you weren’t ready to talk to your dad just yet.

“y/n, can I come in?” Jake asks carefully, opening your door just enough that he could speak to you. In response, you turned over on your bed, facing your back to him as you stared at the opposite wall. You heard your dad sigh lightly but yet still respected how you hadn’t answered him so didn’t cross into your room.

“I just want to talk. I’m not going to get mad or anything. I just want to hear your side of everything. I want to know what’s been going on, that’s all.” Jake says softly, hoping that if he speaks soft enough, it might coerce you into letting him in. This time you consider your dad's words, and speak up.

“You can come in.” You mumble, barely audible but Jake heard it somehow. He entered your room, pulling out your desk chair and sitting on it.

“y/n, could you look at me please, sweetheart? Before we talk there’s something I need to say.” Jake says, gently encouraging you to flip back over to look him in the eye.

“Sweetheart. I am so sorry for the way I spoke to you. I let my emotions get the better of me when I shouldn’t have.” Jake apologises, making you furrow your eyebrows and push yourself up to be sat cross-legged on your bed.

“You don’t need to apologise.” You start, feeling bad for making your dad feel guilty for punishing you when you deserved it.

“I do. I reminded myself too much of my dad and I hated the thought of being like him.” Jake cuts you off, wanting to get his point across.

“You’re nothing like him, dad. It was shocking to hear you put your foot down sure but the more I think about it the more I realise I deserved it.” You say, wanting to let your dad know that you don’t think he’s like his dad at all. Jake nods ever so slightly, comforted by your words but still couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he would turn out to be like his dad after all.

“Let’s move on. I want to talk about what’s gotten you acting out like this. I understand kids go through phases where they get rebellious and act out but I thought you’d hopefully avoid that phase. I just want to know what caused it.” Jake asks, his gaze not leaving you so you knew he had your full attention.

“I don’t know. I think it mostly happened because a new girl joined my friendship group.” You say, fiddling with the corner of your blanket as you talk.

“A new girl?” Jake enquires, seeing if he can get any more information out of you.

“Yeah. She changed the dynamic of our group and it scared me a bit. I wanted to be cool so she wouldn’t pick on me or anything. That’s why I was always out at friends’ houses. She wanted to meet so we had to meet. I didn’t have time to do school work and I was so tired that every time a teacher asked me something I’d snap. I hate that I did it and I’m sorry for getting suspended.” You say, explaining everything and feeling more regret seep into you with each word.

“What was the other thing?” Jake asks, making you look at him in shock. You had been hoping he didn’t pick up on your use of ‘mostly’ but of course he did.

“You said it was mostly the new girl which insinuates there was another problem.” Jake asks, no hint of judgement in his tone, only concern and love.

“I felt a bit left out by you. You spend loads of time with the Daggers and Bradley now and spend more time at work so it feels weird without you. It had always been us against the world but now it feels different. I’m not saying don’t hang out with everyone I just miss you.” You admit quietly, your eyes flicking to the soft toy that sat proudly at the head of your bed. The toy that Jake had bought you not long after you were born. You were shaken out of your thoughts by Jake moving to sit next to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“My sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise. You’re always welcome to hang out with the Daggers, they love you almost as much as I do. I’ll try to do better and check in with you more.” Jake says in-between repeated kisses pressed to the top of your head. You shake your head from where it was resting against his chest.

“You’re okay dad. I just missed you.” You admit, wrapping your arms around Jake’s middle to reciprocate the hug. The two of you remain in the hug for a few minutes before a knock at the door pulls the two of you apart.

“It was pretty quiet up here, so I just wanted to make sure no one had been murdered.” Bradley says with a light laugh, smiling at the two of you. Just before Bradley can excuse himself and head back downstairs you call him back into your room. Before he can ask why you called him back you get off your bed and cross to Bradley, trapping him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry for what I said to you, Bradley. I was tired and angry, and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. Not when you’ve been nothing but kind and loving to me. You are one of my dads. I have two dad’s and you’re one of them. I love you so much and you’re my family.” You say as you hug Bradley tightly. Bradley looked over at Jake who was watching the interaction with a soft smile and teary eyes. Bradley then let out a soft breath before he dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much y/n/n,” Bradley says quietly, relishing the feeling of you hugging him.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You whisper, tightening your hold ever so slightly. When you pull apart, Jake gets up and crosses to Bradley, bringing him in for a quick kiss. After wiping his eyes to rid them of tears, Bradley then excuses himself to head downstairs and start making dinner leaving you and Jake alone once more. You smile over at Jake, relieved to have gotten everything out and not feeling the pent-up emotions anymore. Jake grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“You’re a good kid. You know that right?” He says fondly as you swat his hand away from your hair.

“Only because I had a great dad growing up. Now I have two.” You reply, showing off your cocky Seresin smirk. Before you could continue to speak, you hear Bradley calling both of you downstairs to help him make dinner.

“Oh, before I forget you’re still grounded.” He says before leaving you behind as you jokingly sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

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subliminalbo · 8 months

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Classified Information #2: The Sound

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 21, Issue 3

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 08/25/2018

Life Beyond the Stars? Carpenter State Researchers Capture Mysterious Sound from Space

By Troy M. Bauserman

Since Galileo first charted the moon’s phases, scientists have obsessed over a haunting question: are we truly alone in the universe? For many, all it takes is a glance through a telescope to answer that question. How could we possibly be alone in all that real estate? But the student researchers at CSU’s Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy may be closing in on a definitive answer. It comes in the form of a mysterious sound recorded from the very depths of space.

“There are all kinds of radio signals in space,” explains Sharon Ackworth, a PhD student working out of Carpenter State’s esteemed Weir Laboratory. “Anything that produces a magnetic field will also cast radio waves which we can pick up. And yes, you can translate those radio waves into sounds. But [our sound] is unique from say, a radio wave generated by an atmosphere, because it is a sound.”

“The Sound” as it’s come to be known in the department, is not wholly unique. NASA first captured sound from space in 2003, but sadly these noises remain inaudible to the human ear. “We know we have a sound,” Ackworth says, the frustration heavy in her voice. “We’re just not there yet—technologically—to hear it. Suddenly we’re in an arms race to be the first laboratory to amplify a cosmic sound into an audible range.” A feat that Ackworth notes sounds much simpler than it is, requiring state of the art audio technology to “turn it up” by millions of decibels.

As for what the sound may be, Ackworth hypothesizes that they’ve captured the sound of gas expelled from a black hole. Until we hear it with our own ears, however, I’m happy to believe that our little gray friends are finally reaching out to us from beyond the stars.

“I don’t get it,” Kayla cocked her head to the side as she watched Iris work at her laptop. “You can’t even hear it?”

“That’s the whole point,” Iris said, her eyes glued to the computer screen. “It was recorded before this software existed. Fuck, I can’t believe it’s even real.”

“I still don’t get it,” Kayla repeated. “So, we recorded a sound that isn’t a sound…sure. But if the technology exists now, why hasn’t anyone done this before?”

“Because,” Iris said, glancing conspiratorially through the glass walls of their private study room in the Carpenter State University Library. “The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy shut down years ago. There was like a whole scandal. A bunch of fellows transferred out and their work was abandoned. After that, The Sound just kind of became an urban legend.”

Kayla leaned in behind Iris’ shoulder. Iris had pulled the audio file from the school’s archives and was now playing around with the sound wave in some fancy audio program that Kayla didn’t recognize (Her question, “What is that, Audacity?” had elicited a sharp snort from Iris). At its native frequency, the sound wave charted a straight line. But slowly, as Iris played with the program, small, periodic ridges interrupted the line’s straight path. It was satisfying to watch the sound take shape, even if Kayla didn’t totally understand the process.

“How did you even find it?” Kayla asked.

“It was buried in CSU’s private server. Bailey hooked me up with access.”

A knock at the glass cut into their conversation.

“Speak of the devil.”

Bailey DuBois entered the study room with her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. The small blonde adjusted her glasses on her nose as she said quietly, “Library’s closing in fifteen.”

“Cool,” Iris nodded.

“No, Iris,” She said. “Like, you need to leave.” Bailey did her best to look stern in the face of old friends, but she’d always been more comfortable with books than people. She glanced around to see if anyone was passing by, then said more quietly, “The confidential server is no joke, Iris. If someone finds out that I let you use my access…”

“Confidential?” Kayla squeaked.

“Relax,” Iris said. “We’re wrapping up now anyway. I copied the file to my computer so I can do the rest from the apartment.”

The tension released from Bailey’s shoulders. “So you found the file?”

“Sure did.”

Bailey stepped further into the room to join Kayla behind Iris. “That’s it?” She asked.

“It’s taking shape right now,” Iris said. “We’re going to leave, I just…I need to hear it first.”

“What are you even going to do with it?” Kayla asked.

Iris smiled then said, “I’m gonna put it in a song.”

Bailey’s laugh pulled Iris momentarily from the screen. “Why not?”

“I thought there wasn’t any sound in space,” Kayla said.

“Technically that’s not true,” Iris replied, turning back to her work on the laptop. “In a vacuum, sound waves can’t go anywhere. But the student who discovered The Sound hypothesized that it was sound moving through space gas or something.”

“Or,” Bailey said. “It could be aliens.”

Kayla backed away toward the glass wall, her arms crossed over her chest. “Is there any chance this thing is dangerous?” she asked. “I mean someone took the time to bury it on the very fucking private and spooky secret server, yeah? You remember what happened to those people in Cuba?”

“I’m pretty sure the government made that up,” Iris laughed, digging into her backpack to pull out a pair of wired headphones. “You can spot for me if you’re so worried. Take these off if I start bleeding from the eyes.”

“Honestly, it’s a moral imperative that we listen to it,” Bailey said. “For science.”

“And rock and roll,” Iris nodded.

Unspooling the cord, she slipped the headphones over her ears and plugged the audio jack into her laptop. She took a deep breath, said something campy like, “To infinity and beyond,” then hit play on the program.

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 22, Issue 5

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 09/01/2018

“Weird” Weir Laboratory to Close Down: Dean Pulls Funding on Controversial Program Amid Rumors

By Teri Daniels

The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is closing down after nearly forty years in operation. The decision was announced in a press statement by Dean of Arts and Sciences Strickland Pierce. Though many departments have been forced to tighten their budgets in the wake of the economic downturn, the Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is an outlier in Dean Pierce’s plan to maintain funding in STEM.

“It��s purely an economic decision,” Office Liaison Amanda Cline said on behalf of Dean Pierce. “A time of austerity forces us to make tough decisions. We’ve seen that in the elimination of other programs such as the Screenwriting major last year.”

But the decision comes in the aftermath of Dean Pierce’s souring relationship with program director Dr. Philip Weir, Jr. Dr. Weir, whose father bears the namesake for the Weir Laboratory, had endeared his students to his eccentric personality throughout the years, though his behavior had reportedly grown erratic in the weeks leading up to the department’s closure. Dr. Weir had attempted to publish an article in the Carpenter State University Scientific Journal purporting definitive proof of extraterrestrial life. He later barricaded himself inside of the Weir Laboratory with a dozen PhD students, insisting that he wouldn’t leave until he had proven the unpublished paper to be true. An anonymous source claims that the culture inside the Weir Laboratory was in recent years less of an academic community than it was a cult. Following the incident, Carpenter State University declined to press charges against Dr. Weir but dismissed him from his position.

Dr. Sharon Ackworth, head researcher at the Weir Laboratory, has vowed to continue Dr. Weir’s work. “It’s like losing your home in a storm,” she stated. “What can you do but pick up the pieces and move on?”

Kayla backed into the corner of the study room as she watched her friends take turns on the headphones. First Iris, trancing out, head bobbing to the cosmic tones, slowly back and forth on a swivel.

“Take them off!” Kayla cried after a few minutes.

A weak moan trembled from Iris’ lips as Bailey pulled the headphones from her ears. She’d never felt anything like that before. Though she turned to look at her friends, she only saw the outlines of their bodies. Her mind was somewhere else in the universe.

“You’ve got to hear to this,” she managed.

Bailey closed her eyes as The Sound washed over her. It was faint, an echo of something deeper that she knew was there but couldn’t quite hear yet. It was taking shape, just as Iris had described. Something was reaching out, something wanted to be heard. A message filled with pure, uncorrupted power.

“Music,” Iris said when she removed the headphones from Bailey’s ears.

“Music,” Bailey repeated. Her thoughts floated beneath a cosmic mist. Everything felt so still in that moment, as if the entire world had come to a stop. Everything except for Bailey’s heart, which was racing.

It wasn’t fear. It was arousal.

Iris must have felt the same way, because she leaned in close to Bailey, her hands pressing down into the arms of the chair as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her heavy breaths still moved to the tempo of The Sound. Bailey licked her lips unconsciously, fighting a sudden urge to make the space between them as small as possible.

And she would have if Kayla hadn’t interrupted her.

“Are…are y’all okay?” she squeaked from her corner.

“It’s like…we’re so insignificant,” Iris spoke through glassy eyes.

“So small,” Bailey echoed.

Kayla managed to get Iris to pack up her stuff and by the time they were outside of the library her friend had mostly come to her senses. Iris’ initial reaction had shifted to the practical applications of The Sound. “I mean, I’ll still have to play with the decibels but even at this level…wow. It’s not rock and roll, it’s like trance music. Imagine what it’ll do for the club scene…”

That night Kayla turned in her bed, images of her friends under the influence of The Sound ensuring a restless sleep. In the next room, Iris was wide awake as well, slaving away at her computer. She’d tried to sleep, but couldn’t tear herself away from her work. She continued amplifying The Sound until she found sound beneath the sound.

She was certain now that it was a voice. Distant and inaudible, like a conversation heard from the bottom of the ocean. But it was unmistakably something alive and something intelligent.

Iris’ desire to piece together the full range of sounds buried in this single audio file had driven her forward, but when she heard The Voice she was once again sucked into the black hole that was its Power.

Its? Who was it? A being that existed long before the earth and would continue to exist long after.

Fuck, why was that so hot? Why was she suddenly burning up? Why was she soaking through her panties? Iris thought of the look in Bailey’s eyes after she’d listened to The Sound and found herself growing hungry, not just for her friend but for everything. She wasn’t working anymore, abandoning the program to lean back into her chair and explore her wet pussy. But as her fingers rolled over her swollen clit, The Sound pushed through on its own, growing clearer in Iris’ ears as she neared orgasm.

It was unmistakable. An intelligent voice speaking in an unknown language. A message that was meant to be heard, its strange words mixing into Iris’ moans until she was repeating them herself. As she came to The Voice’s Message, Iris felt that some fundamental part of her existence was melting away, lost down some deep, cosmic rabbit hole.

What was left over would be remade by The Voice.

From the Carpenter Watchblog

Uploaded by Jamie Watt 05/22/2018

In Search of a Reclusive Scientist

By Corbin Arroyo

In the short, often strange history of Carpenter State University, few stories are stranger than the sudden meltdown of The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy. Yet it’s an event that few talk about, buried in the shallow pages of a student newspaper and left there with no critical consideration. At its peak, The Weir Laboratory was an acclaimed research facility that made massive contributions to our modern understanding of space. Many of its student researchers transferred to more notable schools, but in my attempts to reach these former students, none were interested in discussing their history. None, save one, who remained in the area after the department’s closure.

Despite her proximity to Romero, Dr. Sharon Ackworth was not easy to track down. After a brief attempt to salvage the Astrophysics and Astronomy program, she left academia entirely. She now lives a few miles outside of town. Shrouded in a dense overgrowth of trees, you can only spot her trailer from the road if you’re looking for it. That’s how Dr. Ackworth likes it. Her small abode is a shocking contrast to the sanitary, fluorescent glow you may imagine in a science lab. Color has faded in every corner of this place, the wallpaper an off-white trending toward yellow. That’s what I can see of the walls, anyway. Most of it is papered with pages from spiral notebooks, margins filled with obscure and complex equations far above my English major.

Dr. Ackworth clears some space from a small table just off of the kitchenette. It’s cluttered with old cardboard boxes stuffed with files that I assume are everything she salvaged from her department. She later confirms that she took everything from Dr. Weir’s office. An entire history of a college department stuffed into a leaky, old trailer just off a dirty county road. Dr. Ackworth sips from a coffee mug that says “C8H10N4O2” on its face. My mug has Garfield on it. It sits untouched in front of me.

Dr. Ackworth is barely forty, but a long, thick tangle of rusty-gray hair makes her age difficult to track. Her face looks young. Despite her surroundings, her appearance, I’m certain she could pass for thirty. She doesn’t care about any of that. She hasn’t for a long time.

Her forthcoming account to me of the last days of the Weir Laboratory makes me question why she chooses to live in seclusion. She tells me that it isn’t necessarily fear that’s driven her away from Romero. After all, if she were running from something she’d at least leave the state. No, instead she’s just given up on being heard. In all the years that she’s lived out here, no one has cared enough to ask why.

“Everyone thought that [Dr. Weir] was obsessed with extra-terrestrials,” she remembers. “But that wasn’t the point of his paper. He wasn’t looking for fame or glory, he didn’t want to be the person to prove that aliens exist. It was a warning. At first, we thought The Sound was some sort of natural phenomenon, but we were wrong.”

The Sound that Dr. Ackworth refers to here was recorded by her laboratory in 2005 and became the major point of research in the last years of the Weir Laboratory. An actual sound recorded from the depths of space, one which Dr. Weir and Dr. Ackworth became obsessed with. Inaudible with regular audio technology, but not impossible to hear.

“It wasn’t just one sound though,” she continues. “As we worked with it, we found that it was cascading. Sounds upon a sounds, a voice buried beneath a deep, deep echo. And the more we listened to The Sound, the more it changed us. It burrows into your mind until it’s the only thing that you hear. It’s the only thing that you care about. And you find that it’s not just words, but commands. And you’re powerless to disobey them.

“It moved through the laboratory like a virus, infecting anyone who listened to it. The message was sent to prepare us. An arrival, in which its speaker would inherit the earth and all life that existed within.”

She takes a breath, grips her cup a bit tighter.

“[Dr. Weir] was the first to see what we were becoming. Our obsessive dedication to unlocking every detail of its hidden message terrified him. When he locked the laboratory down, it wasn’t to prove his theory or anything. It was containment. Until the The Sound could be properly destroyed, nobody could leave. He knew that such drastic measures would surely mean the end of his career, and he was right. Everything that you’ve read, the story about program cuts—that was all Dean Pierce’s spin.”

Watching Dr. Ackworth share her story, it’s clear to me that something really happened in that department, something that necessitated a cover up from the highest levels of Carpenter State authority. It drove Dr. Weir to destroy his own reputation, forced Dr. Ackworth to the edge of society. Things like this don’t happen without reason. Was it an evil message meant to prime us for extra-terrestrial conquerors? It’s hard to believe. But reality won’t diminish Dr. Ackworth’s feelings, the years she’s struggled to find anyone to listen to her.

I’m listening, Sharon. And I won’t stop until I find the truth of it all.

The preceding article was retrieved from online archives. It was initially removed from the Carpenter Watchblog by writer Corbin Arroyo at the request of the College of Arts and Sciences. It has been retained on the private server for documentation purposes.

Bailey hadn’t been herself since she’d listened to The Sound.

Even days after, she couldn’t shake it from her head. It echoed in her mind like a bad song.

At night she would drift off into a sleep weighted down by the same vivid dream. There was a figure deep in space. Deep, but not unreachable. It spoke to her, its words locked behind an unknowable language, muffled further by the millions upon millions of light years that separated her from it.

And yet she understood the meaning of its message.

Bailey would awaken, heart pounding, drenched in sweat. The first thing she saw was Iris. The image of her friend in the study room was burned into her memory. Those distant eyes focused on a power so far away, but still stronger than any human on earth. It was the hottest thing Bailey had ever seen.

Iris swung both ways, but as far as sexual orientation was concerned Bailey had never deviated from men. Iris would joke about hooking up, a kind of punk rock desire to make everybody in the room uncomfortable, and Bailey would always laugh it off. But now she drifted off into rough fantasies of Iris holding her down, dominating her.

She could teach me, Bailey thought. She could teach me to be a good flesh puppet.

What was that? Where had that come from?

Bailey tried to resist the urges that her late night fantasies conjured. She avoided contact with Iris, even went so far as to delete her from her contacts. Yet when Bailey wandered the library she caught herself peering through the glass walls of its study rooms. What did Bailey even plan to do when she saw Iris again? She feared to speak the answer into existence.

Work normally kept Bailey grounded, but now she found the library to be the hardest place to think. For her, it was ground zero. She was becoming something now and it couldn’t be stopped.

She was becoming a flesh puppet.

The thought made her drop in a quiet corner among the stacks, aching for release. The top floor of the library had a private bathroom where she would go on breaks to scroll Instagram. Locking herself in, Bailey was barely sitting down before she had her fingers buried in her pussy. Even awake she could hear The Voice, encouraging her.

“Fuck!”

Her cries were pure, unrestrained obedience.

The orgasm broke her. She remained seated, arms hanging limp like a doll’s, as The Voice’s Message filled the space where she had once had thoughts.

She came back slowly. A finger twitch, a jaw click, an eye roll. It was like something had crawled inside of her and was adjusting to its new home.

She took a deep breath.

It was time to see her friends.

The apartment door vibrated with the thumping sound on the other side. Bailey tried the knob and it creaked open. She was met with a mix of voices that she immediately recognized.

The first was Iris, confident and domineering, issuing commands between shallow breaths. The second, distant and hungry, was Kayla submitting to those commands, begging Iris to go deeper. The third voice—Bailey knew it but had never heard it. Not like this. It was The Voice, its alien words pumping through Iris’ sound system as clearly as Iris and Kayla’s cries.

Bailey found her friends in the living room. Iris had Kayla bent over the couch, taking her from behind with a large, black strap on. Beads of sweat trickled down their naked bodies. Kayla’s mouth was wide open, tongue dripping, glassy eyes rolled back into her head as she took the full force of her best friend’s silicone cock.

Bailey was driven to the floor by the massive weight of The Voice’s Message. She tore at her shirt, pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. With one hand she groped; pinching, twisting, rolling her fingers over her nipple. The other hand found its way down into her wet shorts.

Bailey’s moans mixed among her friends as she cried out the words that burned their way into her mind. They weren’t alien when they left her lips. A translated Message for the world to hear: “I am…the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare…my body and my mind for the…Great Arrival! I will Fill whatever need is…expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed! I will Shape the…soil to The Messenger’s Desires! I am a flesh puppet! My Submission is eternal.”

When Bailey looked up, she saw that Iris was speaking the same words, her eyes looking through her. Kayla too was trying her best to repeat the loop, but she struggled through the pounding. After the two finished, Iris stepped toward Bailey, leaving Kayla motionless on the couch, simply absorbing The Message that repeated over the speakers.

Though Iris spoke freely, her lips continued to move silently to The Message’s words in small breaks between her own. The effect was something uncanny, like a robot imitating a human’s speech patterns but struggling not to process all of the other data around it.

“I was wondering when you’d return,” Iris said coldly, approaching Bailey. “I couldn’t fight it for that long. I let it take me the night we found it. Kayla too. She was so scared at first, but she saw the way. How long did it bounce around your head?”

“So long…” Bailey moaned.

“And now that you’ve heard the complete Message, you know how much work we have to do.”

“So much…”

Iris slipped her finger beneath Bailey’s chin and lifted her head so that she could look down into those empty eyes. Empty, but so full of desire.

Bailey, staring down the face of Iris’ cock still dripping in Kayla’s sex, licked her lips.

“I am ready,” she said, her lips too beginning to move to The Message. “We must prepare my body for The Great Arrival.”

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #hypno story #alien mind control #as promised about two months ago

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The Snake Mirror

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Jamil Viper x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,8k+

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Thinking about turning this into a series, but we shall see if I have anymore ideas. Feel free to share yours, tho!

“If you want a pleasant surprise, try chanting ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall’. Nighttime works better.”

You didn’t know what to expect when the mirror shop owner bent down to whisper something to you. At that time, you merely nodded and tittered as you always did whenever you felt confused with a stranger’s words yet wanting to stay polite. Crowley grinned knowingly and withdrew from your ear. He certainly looked as unique as the things he sold; a half-mask resembling a raven’s beak, a greatcoat over his suit with thick blackbird feathers curl out from its blue-collar while the tips of the coat were cut to resemble two bird wings, a pair of black gloves with golden claw rings on each of his fingers, three mirror-like accessories on his hip with four golden keys dangling from them, and another mirror-like charm on his hat which had three more keys. Through that mask, his eyes glowed golden in the dimly lit shop. Until now, you still weren’t sure if he truly had golden eyes or it was merely trick of the eye.

Regardless, the surprise you encountered was more ‘mixed’ than ‘pleasant’. Within the golden mirror, framed by slithering snakes and a single red gem on the top, was a handsome man with tan skin, sharp charcoal grey eyes, and long braided black hair. He wore a black and purple robe, trimmed with golden key and various designs. He displayed a neutral expression, but if you were to observe further, you might see a slight annoyance in it.

“Good evening, Master. I’m here to carry out your wishes. For now, you only have three wishes left.”

His voice was low, almost like a murmur, yet no less robotic. He kept staring at you as you sputtered and whipped your head around searching for someone to help you despite the emptiness of your room.

“Oh, God. What should I do? He didn’t tell me I’d see a literal guy on my own mirror…!” you mumbled. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I was just curious and…”

The man merely blinked.

“You can go back, if you want to.”

“Is there nothing you want to wish for right now, Master?” he intoned. “If so, I shall leave until you call me again. Properly.”

You winced at the emphasis and nodded repeatedly, tittering.

“Y-yes, of course. Sorry for… bothering you.”

And he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. You stood before the mirror, staring blankly at the glossy reflection of yourself. The more you watched it, the more it looked like an ordinary mirror. Almost. Certainly, the mirror was worthy of your money in the most unexpected ways, even if you bought it solely to replace your old broken one.

Regardless, the mirror incident was soon forgotten in favor of your ailing grandmother. Although this time, she was hospitalized. The small family restaurant you worked on wasn’t enough to cover the bills, and you pondered long and hard to earn some extra money when you finally acknowledged the mirror again.

Should you do it?

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…”

Magically, the man materialized and greeted you in the same low, robotic voice. You wondered if it was rude of you to use your wishes when you didn’t even know his own name, and asked him to introduce himself.

“Me?” If it wasn’t for his slightly widened eyes, you wouldn’t notice his surprise at all. A question flashed in your mind about whether he was the type to have subtle emotions since birth or if he was taught to never show his discomposure. “I’m Jamil. Jamil Viper.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a nice name.”

An awkward silence ensued, and Jamil schooled his features back.

“Master, is there anything you wish for tonight?”

“Right, I–” you paused at the afterthought. “Is it… possible for you to cure someone’s illness?”

He rose an eyebrow.

“It depends. I can’t heal terminal illnesses, since I can’t intervene with fate too much.”

“Right.” Luckily, your grandmother didn’t have that kind of illness. Although it was still severe, nonetheless. “Can you heal my grandma? She’s being hospitalized right now and I… don’t have much money to pay for the bills.”

“Your wish is my command.”

And the next day, you received a call from the hospital that your grandmother had completely healed. Your mother and sister were understandably shocked, but they chalked it up to miracles and rejoiced over the news. Your grandmother had laughed and moved around smoothly as though she was never ill in the first place.

“Jamil, thank you so much for granting my wish! I’ve never seen my grandma looked so happy and healthy before.”

If you could grab his hands to emphasize your gratitude, you would. But Jamil seemed startled enough by your glistening eyes and wide grin, so you assumed he understood already.

“I-it’s nothing.” he stammered, then cleared his throat. “I was merely doing my duty.”

A look of realization and slight dread replaced your beam.

“… Ah, yes. I forgot to ask you, but is there any consequence for those wishes?”

“Huh, that’s the first.”

You blinked owlishly, wondering what was so amusing from your question.

“Karma works in this kind of situation too, but very few people know about it. Even if they do, they either ignore it or realize it all too late. Nothing is truly free in this world, you know?”

You looked down in understanding, missing the way his eyes glinted meaningfully.

“I understand. That means I have to use my wishes as wisely as I can, right?”

He stared at you for a moment.

“Right.”

***

There was a new restaurant in your neighborhood.

It was more modern, more expensive, and more varied in terms of menu. Slowly, your longtime customers began to trickle out and move to the new restaurant. Competition was nothing unusual, and you were certain you’d meet this kind of thing again had you worked somewhere else. But you wouldn’t deny that it hurt to see your social media feeds were full of photos and praises for the new restaurant. The food you’d painstakingly cooked early in the morning had to be thrown out, only to be made all over again. The lack of tips further dismayed you, and worse of all, you sometimes caught your sister gazing longingly at the new restaurant. You knew that she would’ve moved and worked in there too had she wasn’t so loyal to the family, but you ensured your mother wouldn’t see her yearning and react negatively.

“Jamil, can I ask you for another thing?”

So, here you were, sitting in front of the mirror and talking to a person whose existence nobody would believe. Jamil was sitting down too, but with more composure than your slumped figure had.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

You rested your head on your palms and sighed heavily. While it was nice to have some break during work, you’d take busy days over empty days any time.

“I want my family restaurant to flourish.”

“… Why?”

“Because there’s a new competition and it takes most of our customers.”

“Don’t you want to… eliminate the competition instead?”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not that cruel. I just… I just want our restaurant to be the best in town. If possible.”

“Of course.”

The next day, a surge of new and old customers crowded your restaurant. Chatters and orders muffled the ambient music, and the smell of food and beverages filled the place. It was exhausting, but there was a small smile on your lips during the entire shift. Even your mother seemed relieved, deeming the phenomenon as another miracle.

“Oh, Jamil. Thank you again! My restaurant was filled to the brim today, and we got so much tips too!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’d be concerning if it wasn’t.”

He looked away, but it wasn’t out of arrogance so much as embarrassment. Your grin softened to an adoring smile.

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“W-what?!”

“Are you not used to people thanking you? Or is this the… first time you’re doing this whole wish-granting duty?”

Jamil fell quiet, and you feared you’d offended him somehow.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!”

“It’s fine, I get it.” he sighed, closing his eyes as if preparing himself. “And no, this is not my first time. I’ve been doing this longer than you think, and I’ve met lots of people with various personalities. Some only consider me as a tool to make their biggest wishes come true, while some are formal, to say the least.”

“I see.” You couldn’t say that you understood his feelings, but you could sympathize with the ‘tool’ part because some customers also considered you as a servant to their demands. “So, how did you land in that mirror shop?”

“Ah…”

Now he was being hesitant, and you didn’t want to make things anymore awkward between you two, so you told him to ignore it.

***

“For your last wish, I think you should be more selfish, [Name].”

You looked up in surprise. Jamil was polite when it was necessary, but he was generally blunt. Still, this was the most unexpected thing he said thus far.

“W-what are you talking about? My wishes have been ‘selfish’ too, no?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” he deadpanned. “All this time you’ve been ‘wishing’ for other people’s happiness more than yours. But are you really going to spend all of your chances for them? Don’t you want a little something for yourself too?”

You stopped to ponder on his words. It was, indeed, true how you’d been requesting for blessings to your family. Sure, you felt the impact or benefit, but it wasn’t genuinely your blessing, to begin with. Your grandmother often told you to reward yourself after all the hard work, and although this was more of a ‘shortcut’ than anything else, her words still held some weight.

“Okay.” said you after a moment of contemplation, and, as always, Jamil patiently waited until you dismissed him verbally. “I wish… I wish I could have a boyfriend.”

And yet, despite his encouragement, he took a rather long time to grant your last wish.

“Jamil…?”

“You want a what?”

“I-I want a boyfriend.” You didn’t know why you were stammering now, or why he was looking at you so scandalously, but you did know that the temperature had dropped. Your hair bristled, and you were tempted to shoo him away for the night, but you persisted and asked softly, “Is that so bad?”

He remained quiet and kept watching you, until he finally sucked a breath through his mouth.

“… No, of course not.” he paused, seemingly thinking about something. Then, his face brightened slightly. “If that’s what you wish, I shall make it come true to the best of my ability. Let this be our final meeting too, Master. And… thank you for making my life pleasant, even if it’s fleeting.”

You wilted. You forgot that this would be the last time you met him. Maybe you should procrastinate on the wish for a bit longer, but what if he wanted to see a new person instead? Someone kinder and friendlier than you. Your heart ached at the thought, yet you were comforted by the smile on his face. It was a little larger than usual, perhaps prompted by the gratitude he felt for you.

You smiled back.

“Thank you for being so patient with me and grant my wishes too, Jamil. You never disappointed me, and I hope the next person will be just as pleasant.”

“You’re right. I never disappointed you, did I?” he murmured, although he still maintained eye contact with you. “I hope you won’t be disappointed with this one, too.”

Suddenly, your eyesight began to blur. You blinked repeatedly and put a hand on your head as if trying to anchor yourself to the ground. Yet the ground was what you felt on the back of your head along with a dull pain as you succumbed to the darkness.

And the last thing you saw was a dark hand that reached out from the mirror.

***

The sand surrounded the palace-like building as you leaned against the balcony in an attempt to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming. There was an invisible barrier that prevented you from leaping from the balustrade, and your mind unhelpfully supplied that it was, in fact, magic. Golden lanterns hung at various spots in the vast ceiling, complemented with golden lamps that illuminated the lounge room. There was a silver tray containing two matching small cups and a pitcher, and colorful rugs spread out over the entire room. In the center of the rugs, the red one, lied a pile of plush pillows that imprinted the shape of your body. It was comfortable, and you’d love to bury yourself in it forever had you didn’t wake up in a strange place. Stars twinkled coyly in the dark blue canvas, mocking your ignorance of the situation.

“Enjoying the view?”

You spun around, noting the obvious change of clothes. He wore a black and red sleeveless jacket, an undershirt, a yellow belt, black parachute pants, and black sneaker-sandals. There were several gold accessories in his body; the most striking one was the shoulder cuff on his right shoulder, shaped like a snake. He seemed more casual now, more relaxed as though he was visiting you during your stargazing. You recoiled despite the considerable distance between you two and almost bumped against the balustrade behind you.

“J-Jamil, what…? Where am I? Why am I here?”

“You said you want a boyfriend, no? Well, here I am. Your boyfriend.”

“You’re joking.”

He frowned.

“I’ve been fulfilling your wishes left and right and listening to your sorrows and happiness. I might as well be your boyfriend.”

“But you’re not! That’s not what I’m asking!”

“No, [Name]. You did ask for a ‘boyfriend’, but you never specified ‘who’ or ‘what’.” he hissed. “Don’t you ever heard of the phrase ‘be careful of what you wish for’? I’m not a mind reader, [Name], and I don’t want to. If you ask me something so vague, then I’ll give you what I think will suit you.”

You gaped, and your throat began to tighten. To yell or to cry? You didn’t know. Everything was too much for you to comprehend at once. It was true that you did share your sorrows and happiness, and you’d mistakenly believed him to be your friend due to his patience and support. But you didn’t expect that he’d harbor any feeling for you beyond gratitude; one that was dark enough to led him to kidnap you.

“Where am I, Jamil?” you whispered once you were fully cognizant of your surroundings for the second time. “Where am I?! Tell me! Am I still in my city?! My neighborhood?!”

Something told you that you were far from home, too far, but you refused to believe it. Even if you were in another country, it was still much better than–

“You’re in my world, of course.”

His home.

“Or the ‘mirror world’, as some of you called it.”

The night wind howled, filling the temporary silence and fragile peace.

“… I want to go home.”

“You can’t. The mirror has broken now.”

“Why? Why is it broken? Crowley said it’s an old but durable mirror. I paid too much money for that.”

“It’s not a matter of how much money you spent to buy it, although I’m grateful for your efforts. But, you see,” Jamil started to advance towards you, and you had no way out than to swallow and bear with the ever-encroaching proximity. He lifted your chin, feeling your jaw tensed. “The mirror always breaks once the owner gains his ‘happily ever after’. If he doesn’t, then Crowley will retrieve the mirror from the patron’s house after they get the justice they deserve and sell it all over again. And, yes, I am the true owner of this mirror. All of you might pay money for that, but you ask things from me and you play with my rules. And once the mirror breaks, it can never be sold again.”

“So, all this time, you’re being passed down in search of a ‘happily ever after’ bullshit?”

Jamil sneered at your insult.

“That’s rich, coming from someone who also seeks for happiness. Don’t pretend to be dumb. All of you are the same. You just so happen to focus more on your family. But in the end, you succumb to your selfish desires too, don’t you?”

“You said I should be more–!”

“Shut up!” He clasped a hand over your mouth and glowered. “That is no way to speak to your boyfriend. I told you, karma works in this kind of situation too. I can repay your kindness to your family by making you healthy and rich forever, but if you treat me badly, then I’ll treat you just as similar. Do you understand, [Name]?”

You merely glared back.

“I said, do you understand?”

Reluctantly, you nodded.

“Good.” Jamil withdrew his hand and allowed you to slump against him. Patting your back, he cooed. “This way, I can continue to help you and vice versa. Because I never forget a favor… or an offense.”

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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“YOU’RE NOT MY BEST FRIEND!”

⇢ dad!bokuto kotaro, oikawa toru, ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsuro, daichi sawamura x f!reader

synopsis: the one in which his daughter tells him he’s not her best friend, and that honor now belongs to you

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | is sitting on the floor braiding his daughter’s hair when a brilliant idea suddenly popped into his head. “hey hey hey, princess!” “hey hey hey, daddy!” she echoed back, small fists raised in the air, mirroring his movements. “tell me, baby. who is your best friend? mommy or daddy?” Bokuto smiled proudly, about to accept the honor of being her best friend when her response just about shattered his heart. “mommy! mommy is my best friend in this whole wide world!” Bokuto looked at her in shock before holding up a mirror to her. “what? are you sure? you see this beautiful braid daddy just did for you? You look just like rapunzel from tangled! that’s what you wanted right?” Your daughter nods happily. “and you know who Rapunzel’s best friend is?” “the lizard?” “no honey, it’s her daddy, the king!” he lied straight to her face, desperate to be her best friend. “oh okay.” “so who’s your best friend now?” “mommy!” He sulked the entire day, until he spots you asking her the same question. “who’s your best friend, honey? It’s mommy, right?” “nope, it’s daddy!” Bokuto giggled, unable to hide his smile as he scoops her up in his arms, “yes that’s right, princess. you’re my best friend too!”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | was scrolling through his phone when he saw one of his fans’ comment on his picture with his daughter, “it’s so sweet when you’re best friends with your child.” he smiled at the comment and decided to show it to his daughter. “hey sweetie, look! one of daddy’s fans said you and I are very cute as best friends.” His daughter looked up at him with a completely deadpanned face. “but you’re not my best friend. mommy is!” oikawa felt his breath hitch in his throat at her proclamation. “that's not true! I’m your best friend, not mommy!” “no it’s mommy! I love mommy the most!” you come home to oikawa’s attempt to persuade his daughter, nearly begging her to change her mind. your daughter was very entertained by her father’s antics, which only prompted her to egg him on even more with her little “no it’s mommy! mommy is my bestest friend in the whole wide world!” your husband looked up at you, “Y/N! do something about this! you’re stealing my daughter away from me.” You laughed and hugged your adorable daughter to your chest, “you mean MY daughter? who’s best friend is ME?” that night Oikawa definitely uploaded a picture of himself looking wistfully at you and your daughter building legos on the floor with the caption, “heart broken so many times. #betrayedbydaughter.”

ʚɞ USHJIMA Wakatoshi | after coming back home, he carefully set down his daughter, who immediately ran into your arms. “Hi mommy! I missed you!” she said sweetly, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck as you picked her up. “I miss you too, my sweet girl. What’s it like for daddy to pick you up from school today?” “its okay...” she trailed off, “but I like it when you pick me up because you’re my bwestest friend, mommy.” ushijima stiffened at her words and looked over at the two of you giggling. he doesn't say anything but that night, he asked to tuck in his daughter instead. “I'll tuck her in tonight, you go to sleep first.” “alrighty, thanks baby.” he smiled like the considerate husband that he is, except he had ulterior motives. stepping into his daughter’s room, he made sure she’s comfortable before leaning down, placing a small kiss on her forehead. “d/n, do you like ice cream?” Her tired eyes suddenly shone with energy. “I love ice cream.” “would you like ice cream now?” She looked up at him excitedly, “really daddy? I can have ice cream now?” Ushijima looked over his shoulder, making sure you're not secretly listening in on their conversation, “yeah, but daddy only gets ice cream for his best friend.” “am I your best friend?” “I don’t know, are you?” for ice cream, your daughter will do anything. “yes I am! and you’re my best friend too!” with that, he picked her up from bed and head towards the kitchen. “okay best friend, what flavor would you like?”

ʚɞ KUROO Tetsuro | opened his arms wide as his daughter came running out after a long day at her kindergarten. In one swift motion, he caught her and planted a kiss on her chubby cheeks. “hello princess kuroo, how was school today?” She tightened her grip around his neck, turning to him to plant a kiss on his cheeks also. this was a little routine the two of them have established. “it was fun, daddy! we talked about our best friends.” kuroo stood up a little straighter, pleased with today’s class topic. “well, did you tell them good things about me? tell them how cool and fun your daddy is?” “nope!” she exclaimed, “I told them all about mommy.” “mommy? why?” she looked at him curiously, “because mommy’s my best friend.” he stopped dead in his tracks and pretended to look at his daughter in horror, making her giggle. “mommy?! mommy is your best friend? and not me?” His daughter shook her head and ignored him, “go daddy! we have to keep walking to the park!” Kuroo refused to budge, “no. I’m not going anywhere until you say I'm your best friend.” “you’re my best friend, daddy!” He looked at her surprised, “wow! that was easy. well, don’t forget it okay?” “okay, can you push me on the swing later?” “you got it, princess.” little did Kuroo know, the only reason you became your daughter’s best friend was because you secretly got her the barbie doll she wanted yesterday.

ʚɞ DAICHI Sawamura | “hey daddy, who’s your best friend?” his daughter asked, looking at him with curious eyes. he smiled down at her, “mommy is my best friend.” His daughter raised her hand for a high-five. “what’s this for?” “mommy is also my best friend.” Daichi snatched back his hands so fast. “what?! I thought I was your best friend.” “yes you are daddy.” “then how come mommy is your best friend too?” “you’re my third best friend, mommy is first best friend.” daichi looked at her curiously, “who’s your second then?” “uncle suga!” daichi looked so betrayed that his daughter quickly changed her answer, “I mean, you’re my second best friend, daddy!” Daichi sighed, “its okay honey, you don’t need to pity me. I’m happy to be your third best friend.” The little girl smiled before kissing him on the cheek and running away screaming about missing uncle Suga. Daichi made a mental note to do everything in his power to kick Suga off the best friend list. He’s okay with you being best friend number one. but there is no way suga can be best friend number 2.

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leeehye · 9 months

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Sweet Truth - pt.3

“Have I ever told you that…you are so pretty?”

Summary🌹- Feelings within Y/n start to change but is it what she thinks they are? Things take an unexpected turn when Seungcheol plans something even though the employees may hate it…it doesn’t turn bad for Y/n and Seungcheol.

Warnings- none 💀(yet). just kissing, bit suggestive / let me know if you find anything

a/n- Hi!! Guys omg school started and I’m so busy already! well here it is! I will try to upload A dare after all! or Angel let me know which one! Enjoy ❤️

“Your type?!” Jia, my best friend yelled in shock as it echoed around the coffee shop. I slightly looked down, noticing people looking towards us.

“Yeah thanks for keeping it a secret” I whispered, rolling my eyes while taking a sip of my coffee. It had been a week after that lunch with Seungcheol and I was telling Jia about it. I had told her that I was starting to see Seungcheol in a different way. Which she was shocked of course because she knew what I had against him.

“But Y/n sweetie…what about your “hate” for him? I thought you couldn’t stand him?” Jia asked, tilting her head curiously.

“I know. I know it’s sudden but…I feel like he's changing…he has not been that cold man from when I started working in the company…and well if I’m being honest…I felt nice when Jeonghan told me that he defended me with that old guy…” I said feeling my cheeks heat up.

Not only was it the first time I saw Seungcheol more than only my boss, but the first time that I said good things about him as well. Jia was smiling at me hearing my ranting about my boss that I once hated. I was having this strange feeling within me.

“Girl! You’re falling in love!” she said giggling, making me widen my eyes. What? In love with my boss? I never thought I would ever say it but, I guess it was true?

“No, of course not Jia!” I whispered yelled finishing my coffee looking down as my thoughts came to Mr. Choi Seungcheol, I shook my head slightly kicking myself out of my thoughts.

NEXT DAY

Making my way into the company, I was received with a huge banner hung from across the railing. Looking up I frowned as it read Calling Mr. Choi’s Staff! Fun camping trip for team! WTF—

I was frozen and made my way to the elevator and walked to Jeonghan.

“What’s going on with that announcement at the entrance? I was never informed” I said anxiously. Jeonghan hummed as he finished arranging some papers and looked at me.

“Apparently the boss wants to take you and I and the whole team for a camping “fun” experience he says, I doubt all members will go” he said, shrugging “ I don’t know where he got that idea though” he said resting his hand on his hip looking at me.

“He…he comes up with the most random ideas huh?” I mumbled and released a sigh. Giving Jeonghan a sweet smile I made my way out, I had to talk with Seungcheol. I was speed walking at this point. I knocked on his door and came in.

“Mr. Choi…” I started but he cut me off. “Are you coming? I just planned it last night I think it would be a good “reward” for my employees” he said quickly and he was smiling at me and stood up. He came closer to me and showed me the camping site on his tablet. It was a nice place actually, it had beautiful views, nature and a pretty lake.

“Oh…yes that’s pretty nice… actually it’s beautiful Mr. Choi” I said smiling “So are you coming?” he asked me and took a few seconds to think about it. A part of me wanted to go, I mean who didn’t want to go camping for free, or for their handsome boss– fuck.

“Um…yeah sure I’ll go” I whispered “Great!” he said and he seemed to be happy about his idea so I really couldn’t say no, and a little escape wasn’t so bad.

Letting out a relieved sigh I got out of the van and stretched followed by Jia and Seungkwan complaining about the transportation. I couldn’t help but laugh at the two them. I shook my head grabbing my bag and travel bag looking around, taking in the wonderful view while looking around I caught the other van stopping behind us. Then I see Mr. Choi’s large figure getting out and it was like he felt my eyes on him, since he turned his head and we made eye contact.

We looked at each other for a few seconds before I felt Jia elbow me. “Ow…” I whispered frowning at her. “I think you two are having a moment” she said teasingly and I gently pushed her.

“Shut up no we aren’t…and be quiet I don’t want to start rumors…” I said walking away a few feet away from Seungcheol, coming to a stop when he placed his bag down in an empty area with a view to the lake.

“Well as you can see this is the site, and we’ll set up over tents here to face the lake…and we’ll start setting up for a fire too…” Seungcheol explained, I didn’t say anything and just nodded.

“Sir, why don’t we work in teams? Four of us can stay and work on the tents and get the things set up and the other two can go get some wood” Jeonghan suggested elbowing me from the back, as Seungcheol nodded being attentive to his opinion.

“Yeah sure…good idea Jeonghan…um…Y/n do you want to come get wood with me?” Seungcheol asked and hearing my name I quickly looked at him,

“Oh um…sure…” I nodded, “okay, it’ll be a bit of walking so come on…” Seungcheol said and I caught up to him as we started walking uphill to where the trees were.

“I’ll put up our tent Y/n!” Jia yelled at me, making me giggle.

Walking around for a few minutes I picked up a big piece of wood and looked for something more still quiet. Seungcheol already had a few pieces of wood and he wasn’t making it easy. He looked so handsome. What??

“Do you think this is enough?” he asked me and I looked at what we both had.

“I think we need more,” I said softly, picking up more wood. I was scared that I might be giving off an “odd” vibe. Why was I behaving like this? Was it because of him? Was Jia right about me catching feelings for him?

“Are you okay Miss Y/n?” he whispered, bringing me back to reality making me look up at him. His soft brown locks looked so puffy, I just wanted to touch his hair, his big dark eyes were scanning my face while my mouth slightly opened and closed trying to find the words.

“Yes…yeah I’m fine” I said quickly before gathering more wood. He showed gave my a closed smile and slowly grabbed me by my wrist pulling me back.

“Like you say y/n, tell me the truth…a “true” truth” he whispered softly and my body got hot. What was he saying? Was it obvious?

“Um I’m really fine Seungcheol…let’s head back before it gets dark” I whispered walking ahead.

“Ooh Y/n you’re back!” Jia said, wiggling her eyebrows at me glancing at Seungcheol. I widened my eyes making a face at her before mouthing shut up to her. Seungcheol sat up the wood and the rest to the side before taking the wood from me as his large hand slowly brushed on mine, making our eyes meet each other

“Sorry” he whispered to me as he took the wood from me. My cheeks were probably tinted red when he slightly chuckled.

“It’s okay Sir—Seungcheol” I corrected myself, smiling at him. We made our way to the chairs that the other guys had set up already. I walked over to a chair looking for Jia, who I then caught already flirting with Executive Jun, traitor, I frowned and crossed my arms sitting there.

I sat there with Jia and Jun, but after a bit I felt more like a third wheel than her friend, so I just stood up and went over to my shared tent with Jia and took out comfy and warm clothing, coming out like this it had gotten a bit dark as the sun was starting to set.

Walking over to the camp fire I caught Mr. Choi sitting there, he was now alone, he was the one to plan this and no one seemed to be spending time with him. Approaching him slowly, clearing my throat gently to not startle him he quickly turned his head.

“Hi, can I join you?” I asked softly making my way to the chair next to him. He quickly shook his head and fixed his posture.

“Oh please, here do you want some hot chocolate?” he offered while I sat down nodding my head. “Yes, thank you” I said softly watching him pour the hot chocolate in another mug giving it to me, I smiled and carefully tried it, it was perfect.

“Wow, it’s really good” I said happily keeping the mug on my hands to keep them warm.

“Really? You like it?” he asked and I looked at him nodding “yeah, probably the best hot chocolate I’ve had” I said and he chuckled.

“Well thank you…I made it” he said and I widened my eyes. “Really? Mr. Choi makes hot chocolate? Hm now I’ve seen it all…wait no hold on…Mr. Choi planning a camping trip with his employees…now that one was surprising!” I said laughing drinking more hot chocolate.

He smiled and looked at the fire before looking at me. “Oh come on…I bet you didn’t think I was a grumpy workaholic…don’t answer that” he added quickly making me laugh. As much as I couldn’t believe it, talking under a sunset and the soothing river sounds, with a fire and hot chocolate, with my boss wasn’t as bad. He wasn’t as bad anymore, I was getting more comfortable with him and started to tell him more things about me. Somehow getting to know him was making me forget what had happened 3 years ago.

When it was his turn to talk I couldn’t help but admire the features I had never noticed on him. His big black eyes sparkled and his dark locks gently fell on his eyes, my eyes slowly caught his plump lips as he talked until he stopped talking and I quickly looked at him clearing my throat blushing at my own thoughts.

His eyes were now on me and the closeness of the chairs weren’t doing any favors, we were close. He slowly moved his large body to leaning on the side of the chair gently and my body didn’t respond my mouth slightly opened and closed trying to find what to say next but nothing came out. I didn’t know why I was feeling like this. Was Jia right about what I was feeling?

“Y/n…” he whispered my name gently, making goosebumps spread through my body, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Um…y-yes sir?” I responded slowly tightening my grip around the mug, my eyes scanning his face noticing his eyes on my lips, he slowly came closer.

“Have I ever told you that…you are so pretty?” he whispered to me and a knot formed in my throat he better not expect an answer. What did he just said?

“S-sir–”

“It’s Seungcheol…and you don’t have to answer I know I had never told you, I had always kept it to myself” he whispered moving his large hand up to my face pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear and his breath gently hits my lips.

His eyes glanced at mine as if he were asking for permission when he saw no hesitation from me, he proceeded to lean it closer and my eyes start to fall close his hand slowly moved to my neck, his touch was so warm and my body got hotter when his lips crashed onto mine. I was in shock yet I still kissed him back. Our lips moving in sync, tasting each other was something I had never imagined. His movements were gentle yet with a bit of force showing how he had waited for this for so long.

I couldn’t deny Mr. Choi was doing something to me… And I did not hate it.

We kissed for a few seconds my hand gently resting on his arm, until we heard Jeonghan yell from behind us, making us jump and pull away. I quickly stood up almost tripping with the blanket and sat the cup down. My legs were shaking, had Jeonghan seen us? Luckily, no he had burnt himself with the pot. Great timing Jeonghan

“Oh um…Jeonghan what are you doing!?” I exclaimed going over to him trying to push away what had happened with Seungcheol a few minutes ago.

“I made ramen and I thought the pot wouldn’t burn…here let me set it over there…move, move” he mumbled making me giggle going over to the fire setting it down on the table.

“What were you guys doing? Everyone seems to be doing their own thing” Jeonghan said, looking at both of us.

“We…we were talking about work…” I said quickly sitting back down on the same chair to not make it obvious as Jeonghan took another chair in front of us as he started eating.

“Sure…You two are so similar! Work while camping?!” Jeonghan said, shaking his head. As Seungcheol was silent looking at me.

“What if we take that canoe tomorrow the three of us, it’ll be fun and you two can get your mind off work.” Jeonghan suggested and Seungcheol just nodded, giving him a smile.

“Sure, that sounds fun” I said to him, trying really hard to not think back to the kiss with Seungcheol. We stayed there for a few more hours. My insomnia was awake so I wasn’t tired at all. When Jeonghan finished talking about his silly adventures he smiled at us and said goodnight, he gave me a hug and went to his tent. Leaving Seungcheol and me alone.

“We…we should go to sleep…I’ll see you tomorrow…for the um…Canoe ride” I said softly standing up. He quickly nodded.

“Oh yeah, yes we’ll…goodnight Miss Y/n” he mumbled as I bowed my head before we made eye contact and I quickly left for my tent. Approaching the tent there was giggling coming from inside, I frowned and saw my bag outside, picking it up I shook the dirt off it and peeked at the small opening. Ugh. Jia was with Jun! Fuck!

I stomp my foot cursing at Jia under my breath. Making my way back, I decided to go see if Jeonghan had a free space before making my way. I bumped into Seungcheol.

Making me gasp he turned on his phone flash light.

“I thought you had gone to sleep” he said chucking before seeing me carrying my stuff.

“um I was…Jia…well I think she’s busy tonight and I don’t plan on sleeping in there anymore…” I said shaking my head making a face.

“I was going to check on Jeonghan and see if—” I started but he cut me off.

“Oh no he’s passed out…um…You can sleep in here tonight…I’ll sleep in one of the vans” Seungcheol said unzipping his tent letting me see the interior it was so organized, So Seungcheol.

“Oh no sir! I’ll sleep in the van then” I quickly said but he took my sleeping bag from me and opened it next to his extended one.

“It’ll be really cold at night…please I insist” Seungcheol said giving me puppy eyes. I hesitated, but I quickly gave up but something got into me, I don’t know what got into me.

Taking hold of his wrist, touching his many bracelets I looked at him.

“Um…share the tent with me…it’s just tonight and we can’t risk you getting sick” I whispered and his eyes widened.

“Are you sure? I—” “I’m sure” I said quickly before he could even finish and I went into the tent into my sleeping bag getting comfortable, he got in zipping up the tent and lighting up pretty fairy lights. He pulled more blankets and a pillow, laying down in his sleeping bag he extended the blankets on us and slowly pulled my head up placing the pillow down.

“Seungcheol—” I started in shock of how I basically invaded his space yet he was giving me full attention.

He laid down and turned to me, admiring me for a few seconds.

“About earlier…I’m really sorry…I shouldn’t have” I started remembering earlier again. I was looking at the fairy lights but I swiftly turned my head feeling his warm breath on my face.

He was holding himself up with his elbow and his face was close to mine. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my heartbeat was beating at a thousand miles per hour.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” he said, making my whole body freeze, his eyes glancing down at my lips on swift motions before returning to my eyes.

I opened my mouth but I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t tell him that I had liked it, who does that? not me. I didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is. I looked away and snuggled in my blankets, if Jia was right about me catching feelings for my boss, then so be it I guess.

“do you want a sweet truth?” I asked him quietly.

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