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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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You’re getting so popular now. Don’t forget me when you become famous

ANYWAY I will say you have great taste in anime

And also

To make a request: how would some of the setters react to their s/o pranking them by saying “I’m glad I didn’t break up with you that one time”

I saw it on teesumu’s page and thought it was hilarious

Have a wonderful day!

- 🍍 anon

HQ boys reacting to “I’m glad I didn’t break up with you that one time”

Character(s): Atsumu & Kenma

Warning(s): Cursing

Song of the day: Bubble Gum by Clairo

A/N to ask writer: I won’t! You’re my first ever anon so I don’t think I could ever lmao. You’re amazing and the main reason I came back! Ngl I was like having major writers block but to see you coming back to my account made me so fucking happy. >~< You didn’t hear that! Ah, thank you! Anime is so good lmao- I chose Atsumu and Kenma. If you want I can do a part two for Akaashi and someone else- (Aghh I can’t remember if you had any other setters in your top 5 at the moment)

A/N: So here I go- I passed 150 followers and I’m close to 200! Thank you all so much. Part three to my series will be out soon so stay tuned! [Disclaimer: all credit goes to @/teesumu for the idea, I haven’t read theirs yet! I hope I did this right but again! I didn’t come up with this thanks to my amazing anon, I know @/teesumu did!]

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Atsumu

You had been on your phone a bit when you came across a dare video. So maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea. But what harm could it do? Hm? You stood up stretching. “Babyyyyy!” You called out. Your stomach growling. “Tsumu!” You called out again.

“Coming babe!” He called from the room over, soon getting to you. “What ya want cutie?” He chuckles a bit. That stupid grin on his face, as he leaned his body on the door frame.

“I’m hungry!” Your stomach growled again as he walked up and held you. God his arms were almost too perfect. If that was even a thing.

“Ah okay what does ma Angel want to eat then..?” He asked. He was nowhere near as good a cook as Osamu. Both of you knew it but he liked to deny it. He didn’t like to say Osamu was better than him at anything. Though he was.

“I wanna get a burger please..” you muttered. Your is voice soft. It had been awhile since you felt comfortable enough in your own skin. After all that had happened before you had been put in a terrible mindset.

“Mhm. Anything for ma angel,” he laid a kiss on your soft lips. Before pulling off smiling. “Let’s get a good juicy burger. With fries! I want a soda too,” He smiled, already walking to grab his keys from the drawer.

“Sounds good.” You laughed softly. It was great how quickly Atsumu reacted to knowing what you wanted. Already grabbing the keys and such.

After a few minutes you guys were already in the car. You look to the floor thinking before shaking your head. Atsumu looked over a bit confused but just gently hummed. “Ya okay baby..?” He whispered softly.

“Mhm.. I’ve just been thinking and.. I’m glad I didn’t break up with you that one time.” A small smile on your face to see his reaction. But he is already looking back at the road.

“Ah I see.. I’m glad that I didn’t either,” He chuckles softly.

What? What does he mean ‘I didn’t either’? Did he actually regret it all at some point..?

You just shook your head softly, pulling your knees to your chest slightly. So maybe you did something to him, to make him think that way. By the time you got to the place you were lost in a prison of your own thoughts. Just wanting an answer.

It took him a moment to notice you weren’t answering him when he parked. He gently kissed your head. “Baby ya okay..?” He whispered softly. He hadn’t been serious. It was just a way to fight that nasty feeling inside him. That feeling of not being perfect. So maybe if he pretended not to be with you either at some point it would balance it out.

It didn’t, it clearly didn’t. Now you were at the part back to how you looked. Fuck. It wasn’t just the way you looked. It was your voice. It was fucking everything that made you insecure.

You finally looked up. Trying to not let you stupid tears fall. “I’m sorry..” you muttered softly. It wasn’t what you wanted to ever hear. But you almost felt like you needed to apologize for not being enough.

“What?” He looked confused. Underly confused. He really didn’t think about the outcome. Because now you’re crying, even though you’re trying so desperately to hide it.

It took only a brief second for him to have his arms wrapped around you again. “I am sorry for ever making you regret being with me..” you muttered trying to stop the tears from falling. “It was supposed to be a prank and.. and..” you couldn’t breathe. At least that’s what it felt like. Your heart was pounding hard as you closed your eyes.

It took him a moment to get what you were saying. “Angel..” he mumbled, holding you closer even though you tried to move away. He felt terrible. “Hey.. I didn’t mean it too.. I just.. I thought.. I thought it might make me feel better. I didn’t want it to hurt ya.” he whispered softly, holding you to his chest. You knew he didn’t have any ill intentions. He wasn’t like that. He never was like that, and maybe that’s why you loved him so much.

“It’s okay..” he knew you were hurt but didn’t want to press you.

“I love you ma angel..” he muttered softly. It took some time but soon after you felt comfortable enough and both of you got out of the car. You and him were a pair. Forever. He was your soulmate and you were his.

Kenma

He is a professional gamer now. Times were rough sometimes. It was common for you two to go hours without talking, almost forgetting about each other’s existence. But you loved that. You both had busy lives and when you did spend time together it had hours of talking about that day. You guys had a ‘weird’ relationship that no one else would understand. But it was perfect for you two.

It had been about an hour when you decided to do the prank. When you saw it, it kind of flooded all of your thoughts. The only problem is that you were worried about his reaction. The relationship had problems when it started, which you thought you both worked to fix. It just worried you that it might start up again.

You walked to the door and knocked. You bit your lip, opening the door when you heard you could. “Hey kitten..” he mumbled softly, his voice raspy from lack of sleep, you guessed. He turned towards you, and opened his arms for you.

“Hey love..” you crawl on his lap and hugged him. His chest touched yours as he held you.

“Everything okay..?” he asked softly. His hand gently rubbed circles on your back as he held you close. His hand was warm and soft. You felt so safe and second guessed your decision on doing the prank.

“Mhm.. just glad I didn’t break up with you that one time..” you muttered into his chest. Almost immediately the air felt like it had thickened.

He had slowed a bit. “Huh..?” He slopped a moment later, confused. It wasn’t something you would say normally.

“I was just thinking about how I’m glad I didn’t break up with you..” you muttered softly. Now regretting your decision.

He heard you loud and clear the first time. Though he wishes he didn’t. He bit his lip and shook his head. “Me too..” he muttered softly “I’m glad you didn’t..” His voice cracked softly. His arms tightened around you subconsciously.

“Babe..?” You looked up at him. It was like him to hide his feelings. You knew that. He knew that. Everyone knew that. Kenma wasn’t social. He never was and he probably will never be. You were worried. Of course you were. You loved him. You really loved him.

“Mhm?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes pinned on his desk. It was a tactic of his, if he didn’t look at you maybe it would make it less awkward. It didn’t.

“Are you okay..?” You asked softly. You knew he wasn’t. You knew he was overthinking again. He always did. God fucking damnit. You shouldn’t have done this fucking dumb prank. He won’t even look at you at this point. You know you screwed up.

“I’m fine.” He blurted out. His responses were short and to the point. Which made you more worried.

“I’m joking baby.. I didn’t mean to worry you. It was supposed to be a prank okay? I love you so much. I never have and never will stop loving you..” you muttered softly.

A long much needed sigh of relief was heard, and then warm arms wrapped around you. “Thank fucking god.” It took him a moment to continue talking. “I don‘t know how I would react if you didn’t tell me it was a prank.. I would probably cry later or something.” he whispered.

It took a moment to take in the weight of the words. Not only had he told you how he felt, which was rare by itself. But he told you that he was going to cry. It might have been one of the only moments where you came to the realization of how much he loves you. Of course there was the occasional I love you’s and stuff but that just felt.. forced or something at times. So to hear that made you feel special.. or maybe a warm feeling inside to know everything was perfect right where it was.

“I’m sorry baby..” you whispered softly as your eyes met again. God, everything about you was.. perfect. Too perfect. Like you were a god sent from above and he was just some random person. You loved each other and that’s all that ever would matter.

“It’s okay..“ His eyes pinned on yours, as his grip was tight. “I love you, y/n..” he mumbled softly.

“I love you too.” You smiled a bit. It was everything you have ever needed. Him. The way he said your name just gave you butterflies. This was perfect. It wasn’t a bad idea in the end. It worked out perfectly.. and you were so glad.

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abarbaricyalp · 3 years

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hi. you still taking prompts? sambucky meet cute: the lobby of some kind of really tall building and they both have to get to the to top floors. bucky gets to the elevator first, pushes the "door close" button cause he's in a hurry even though he sees sam rushing towards it, but sam gets there just in time. he saw what bucky did so in retaliation he just pushes every single button to make bucky late. now they're stuck in the longest elevator ride, having to stop at every floor

Friend, this is not a meet cute. This is full on meet ugly 😅

AO3 link in the reblog

Push All My Buttons

Bucky was being haunted. That was the only logical explanation for how someone followed him from Brooklyn to Manhattan, mostly on foot. He’d seen the same guy on two trains, across approximately a thousand city blocks, and in the dumb cafe that Bucky squeezed into five seconds after it opened.

And now, the same handsome young black man was standing in the middle of the Stark Tower lobby, looking lost. Bucky quickly hit the close door button of the elevator that he blessedly had to himself. Apparently, he hit it too loud because the guy’s gaze snapped over to him and recognition lit on his face.

Bucky hit Close Door again.

“Hey! Could you hold that!” the guy called, jogging across the lobby floor and avoiding milling people. The fucking tourists on the ground level were killer.

Bucky was not letting a stalker into the elevator with him when he had 91 floors to get up. He hit Close Door for a third time.

Finally, the guy seemed to realize what Bucky was doing and he scowled before tossing his army bag towards the closing doors. They hit the bag and opened up just in time for the guy to jog over, grab his bag, and step inside.

“You’re kind of an asshole,” he said as he slung the duffle over his shoulder again.

“I’m late to a meeting,” Bucky said, which was true. Mostly what he wanted to say was ‘don’t kill me and wear my face as a mask’ or whatever someone who’d followed him over three boroughs would want to do.

The man looked over at him from the corner of his eyes, looked at the highlighted 91 and then reached over to smooth his hand up every single button on the machine. 2-93 lit up.

Bucky stared.

The man crossed his arms. “Now we’re both late.”

92 and 93 unlit themselves. Those were Stark’s personal suites. 2-91 remained lit.

“You fucking asshole,” Bucky groaned and dragged his hands over his face. “Why would you do that? I’m meeting with Stark. I’ve got his-his-his fucking coffee. Jesus.”

“Because I’d rather be late and piss you off than be on time and let you get away with trying to close the door in my face.”

“What was the point of following me all the way around the city? Are you trying to make my life difficult?”

Now the man fully turned to look over at him. The elevator stopped on the second floor and no one was waiting. “I’m not following you. I don’t even know who you are.”

“Are you kidding?” Bucky asked. “You’ve been on my ass since Lloyd’s, in Brooklyn.”

The man frowned. The elevator eased up to the next floor. “Why would you stop at Lloyd’s if you were coming all the way in here?”

“I like to eat on my commute, that’s not the point! You followed me!”

“Pal, I dunno how to tell you that anyone coming from Brooklyn to Stark Tower’s gotta take a pretty similar route.”

“It’s Bucky, pal.”

“Sam,” the guy said and then honest to God offered his hand out like he wasn’t actively ruining Bucky’s life.

On the fifth floor, someone stepped into the elevator, looked at the buttons and stepped back out. Bucky shook Sam’s hand with a resigned sigh.

“Where’d you get that piece of machinery on your arm?” Sam asked around floor eight.

“It’s not on my arm,” Bucky answered. “It is my arm.”

Sam rolled his eyes and punched the door close button. “Fine, where’d you get that piece of machinery on your torso?”

“It’s not Stark tech,” he answered because he knew that was actually what Sam was asking about. He let his eyes slide over Sam’s body quickly, trying to discern if Sam was here for a prosthetic. The bag on his shoulder and the silver ball-chain around his neck gave away that he was military. Stark Industries had a veterans program, so there was a good population of soldiers walking around the building at any given time. Sam was wearing pants, so Bucky couldn’t be totally sure he didn’t have a bad leg, but he hadn’t clocked any limp or awkward gait since Brooklyn. “You here for a prosthetic?” he asked anyway.

Sam snorted and shook his head. The door opened again and someone got on before reaching to press the ground level button.

“Shit,” the woman said, upon seeing everything else lit up. She quickly hit the door open button and jumped back out. “You know, if you two wanted extra time together, having the doors open on every floor was probably a bad idea.”

“That’s not what we--” Bucky started to argue, but the doors slid shut in front of him.

“Anyway,” Sam started again. “I’m not here for a prosthetic. I’m here with Colonel Rhodes.”

“Wow, big man on campus,” Bucky said drily.

“Oh, right, you’re so unimportant, going up to the 91st floor,” Sam shot back.

“I work here,” Bucky said. He held up the quickly cooling coffee in his hands. “Glorified secretary most days, but I’m supposed to be an engineer.”

“What kind of machines do you work with?”

“Not the planes or the suits. Military tech, mostly. I try to stay away from weapons when I can.”

“Did you serve?” Sam asked.

Wish I hadn’t, Bucky wanted to say. “Nah, actually I lost my arm when Stark flew into an uncaffeinated rage and threw a saw at me.”

“Whatever, man. There’s a thousand ways to lose an arm. It ain’t gotta be out in the desert.” His cheeks didn’t quite color, but he crossed his arms and stared ahead.

“Mountains,” Bucky corrected. “Special OPs.”

“Oh, right, but I’m the big man on campus,” Sam said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“Rhodes is a big deal around here. You think Stark’s letting him out of his sight for just anyone?”

“The Air Force is testing a new gadget. Rhodes is involved ‘cause Air Force. Maybe you worked on it.”

“Yeah, maybe. It’s a big program. Stark’s got a lot of things going on all at once. Lots of engineers and designers.”

The elevator stopped on the 25th floor and Sam and Bucky both said, “We’re going up,” at the same time to keep the group of suits from crowding into the elevator with them.

Sam kicked his bag into the corner and sat down heavily in front of it, leaning back and closing his eyes. “So you’re a soldier who works for Stark Industries but didn’t get your prosthetic from him, even though he’s the cutting edge of prosthetics and has a full-paid program for those injured in duty.”

Bucky gave up and sat down too. He cradled the coffee cup between his legs, which was probably a bad idea, but this whole morning had been bad. “My story’s a little more complicated than that,” he said. “A lot more twists and turns. My arm is still high tech, though. I asked for a flamethrower, or at least a saw hand but I didn’t get it.”

Sam laughed and, for the first time all morning, Bucky thought maybe he wasn’t so angry at him anymore. Sam laughed like nothing had ever hurt him before, which made it feel like maybe nothing had hurt Bucky either. “Well, there’s your problem. Stark would’ve definitely given you that, from what I hear about the man.”

Bucky grinned over at him and dropped his head back against the wall. It was uncomfortable and the jostling of the car every few seconds rattled his brain, but it beat standing up, or keeping his eyes on Sam for too long. “You’re still in the service?”

“Well, not all of us are so lucky to get a medical discharge on our first tour.”

“Oh, yeah, real luck of the Irish, me. And it was my second. I wasn’t SpecOps until I finished my first stint in the army.”

“Right, right,” Sam said. Then, “You joined up young.”

“So did you. I mean, I assume you’re on your second or third tour too, if you’re being asked to work with Rhodes.”

“Second. I took a long leave to do some school stuff.”

“Oh, so working with Rhodes and you’re smart. You really are the whole package.”

“I’m working with Colonel Rhodes because I’m smart,” Sam corrected. “I could probably take your job. I’m real techy.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. I’m fond of my apartment and I definitely can’t afford it without being here.”

“Right, I assume you make buck working for Stark.”

“Eh, he’s still a multi-billionaire, he could pay us more.”

“What’s that say about the military then?”

“I’ll drink to that, bro.”

Sam chuckled again and opened his eyes to glance over at Bucky. “How does someone go from losing their arm in a SpecOps mission to working for Stark Industries.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s at least a three course discussion.”

The elevator dinged on level 39 and paused, though there was no one there.

“Almost halfway up,” Sam pointed out.

“You are good at math,” Bucky joked just to see Sam roll his eyes again, which he did. “Why Air Force?” he asked when the doors decided to shut again.

“It’s gonna sound so stupid, but I’ve been dreaming about flying since I was a little kid. I wanted to be an astronaut and a lot of astronauts were in the military. So, air force. Figured if I never got to space, at least I spent years in the air anyway.”

Bucky didn’t think that was stupid at all. “You’re right, that’s pretty dumb.” Sam flipped him off with a laugh. “Are you a good pilot?”

“Pal, I’m one of the best out there.”

“God, you chair force guys are all the same,” Bucky said. He squawked as Sam leaned over to tackle him down. “Coffee, coffee! Sam, if you spill Stark’s coffee I’ll make you explain it to him!” he threatened as Sam pulled him away from the cup that had managed to remain upright by an unlikely bout of luck and physics.

Sam was fucking strong, wrangling Bucky down and holding him still. Sure, he was on his knees and Bucky’s legs were mostly trapped under him, but still. Bucky wasn’t a small guy and the prosthetic wasn’t light either but Sam had tugged him out of the corner anyway.

“Oh my God, seriously?” a guy asked on the next floor.

Bucky took the moment of distraction to dig his knee into Sam’s ribs and flip them over as the doors shut again. He locked his fingers around Sam’s wrist and held it to the floor. Sam tugged at the hold futilely.

“Shit, what’s that made out of?”

“That’s another three course answer.”

“At this rate? No chance,” Sam said and got his foot braced against Bucky’s shoulder before shoving him off. Bucky sat back and made sure the coffee was still standing. Sam leaned up against the wall by the doors. They both took in heavy breaths.

“What are you doing with Rhodes?” Bucky asked at floor fifty, when he was pretty positive they weren’t about to leap at each other again.

“Maybe that’s a three course answer,” Sam responded with a small smirk.

“I didn’t know Stark was working on planes with the Air Force.”

“Did I say plane?”

“Helicopters, whatever,” Bucky amended with a wave of his hand. “What do you fly?”

“I’m pararescue.”

Bucky let out a low whistle. “Shit, that’s more impressive than working with Rhodes, maybe. You a doctor?”

“I’ve got triage training, but I’m not, like, ready to walk into an E.R. as soon as I get home or anything.” Sam ran his hand over his buzzed hair and Bucky suddenly wanted to know what it looked like grown out, or if he’d ever kept it long. How he styled it and if he had facial hair and what he was hiding under his shirt and Jesus Christ, he needed to think about anything else.

“Well, from what I’ve seen, your beside manner probably sucks.”

Sam kicked out his foot lamely, missing Bucky’s by a mile. “You ain’t hurt. I don’t gotta give you no bedside manner.”

“What floor do you want off on?” Bucky asked after a glance at the rapidly dimming lights on on the button panel.

“85.”

“Right, yeah, Rhodes works there. We’re at 70 now.”

“What’s it like? Just offices?”

“Nah, he’s got a whole training floor. There’re a few offices, a reception area, but there’s also a gym and some space for simulated battle, sparring rooms. It’s pretty cool. You’ll have a lot of room for whatever he’s doing.”

Sam nodded and looked over at the gaping doors with the first look of unease he’d had all morning.

“You nervous?”

“You would be too,” Sam answered. “If you knew what I was doing. But, hey,” he looked away as the doors shut, “my partner’s already up there, so I can’t make any more of a fool of myself than he probably already has.”

Bucky grinned and shrugged. “I dunno about that. You seem pretty incapable,” he said sarcastically.

Sam kicked out his leg again and then stood up and grabbed his bag from next to Bucky. “You work here every day?”

Bucky nodded and took Sam’s hand when he offered it down to him to haul himself up. “9 to too late.”

“Well, I’m around for a few weeks. Maybe we could walk together instead of around each other next time,” he suggested.

Bucky ignored the swooping of his stomach. “Yeah, if you can keep up.”

Sam jostled his ribs with an elbow. “I can keep up. You’re the one with the machine on your arm.”

“Yeah, and what about it? I could hand-walk faster than you could run.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Sam snorted. The door opened on floor 80 and Sam’s mouth screwed to one side briefly before he looked at Bucky. “Maybe you’ll get my number out of all of this eventually.”

“Maybe I don’t want it after this stunt.”

Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s metal shoulder solemnly. “You want it.”

With a grin, Bucky shrugged Sam off and shoved him forward. “Get outta here, Wilson.”

“How’d you know--?” Sam asked, taking half a step back to the doors.

Bucky reached over to trace his fingers over the name patch on the other side of the bag. “I’m just a good guesser.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. What’s your--”

The door shut between them and Bucky sagged back against the wall with a sigh. His heart was racing like he was a teenager again and his head felt cloudy. This meeting was not going to go well at this point. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to focus on anything but Sam’s smile or the way he looked in boots or the weight of him above Bucky’s body.

When the elevator dinged on 91, he grabbed Stark’s coffee and let himself off and then almost immediately ran into Rhodes.

“Oh, hey, sorry. Hey, I was just on the elevator with your meeting,” he said. “Sorry he’s late. I hit a bunch of buttons on accident when I got in,” Bucky lied as he passed the coffee to Stark.

“No harm, no foul,” Rhodey said easily. “Clearly I wasn’t even down there. I was actually waiting on you.”

“Me? What for? I’m not working on anything military.”

“You’re not?” Stark asked around a mouthful of coffee. “You assigning yourself projects now?”

“You didn’t say anything about the wings being military. I mean, how would that even work? It’d put a soldier in the air bare.”

“Yeah,” Stark agreed sarcastically and clapped a hand down on Bucky’s metal arm. “What kind of soldier runs around without full body protection.”

“What are you calling the project?” Rhodey asked, guiding the discussion back to where it was supposed to be.

“EXO-Falcon,” Bucky said. “I was modeling it after some of Stark’s EXO-skeleton suits, but it’s much more compact, situated on the back with all support sitting around the chest and ribs.”

Rhodey nodded. “Can I see them?”

Bucky quickly dashed to his work bench and came back with the wings in their case. “They’re carbon fiber, which makes them a little more flexible and keeps them a little lighter weight. I had thought about doing interlocking plates like my arm, but it wasn’t working. I took some of the more basic structures of my arm and modeled a folding mechanism out of it instead. The wings retract into and out of the case.”

He pulled the jetpack on and stepped away from the other work spaces before clicking the wings open. They snapped out behind him, grand and proud. Not unlike how Bucky was feeling at that moment.

“And the jetpack? Is that ready to go?” Rhodey asked.

Bucky shifted from foot to foot. “Well, in theory. I haven’t tested it out yet ‘cause I’m not trained to do things like that, but I’ve put DUM-E into the air and nothing blew up.”

“Well, the Air National Guard guys here today will be thrilled to hear that,” Stark said. “Shall we?”

“You don’t wanna test the jets before you put it on someone?” Bucky asked, a little strangled. He trusted his design. But he really, really hadn’t put as much time into the whole human safety element as he did the ‘up and running’ element.

“We’ll strap a crash test dummy to them in over the mats. It’ll be fine. The fire suppression system on 85 is better than up here.”

“No it isn’t. It’s just further from your suites,” Rhodey said.

Stark shrugged and tossed a piece of pastry in his mouth. “It’s my building. I say we go down to 85.”

“Well, that’s where I left your trainee or whatever too,” Bucky said as he shrugged off the pack and packed it all back up. “Do you want me to grab the other pack?”

“No worries, I’ve already moved it,” Stark said. “I knew Rhodes was coming by. You’re welcome, those things are heavy.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t have DUM-E move it,” Rhodey teased. He made his way over to the elevator and Bucky followed with Stark on his heels. The ride down to 85 was much faster than the ride up to 91. It was a miracle what not hitting every button could do. They stepped out onto the floor and made their way to the training mats, where two other people were already standing.

“Barnes, I’d like to keep you on the Falcon project,” Rhodey said. “No one knows the wings like you do. That being said, you’ll be working with live test subjects now, so it’s a little more critical.”

“Hey, you don’t have to say it that way!” the blond man in the middle of the room said. “Call us, like, Top Guns or something.”

“You don’t get to choose your nickname around here,” Stark called over, propping himself up on a stack of sparring mats to watch from afar. “Ask Manchurian Candidate. He definitely didn’t choose his.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes. “Barnes, this Sergeant Wiatrek and Sergeant Wilson.”

Fuck.

“It’s Barnes, huh?” Sam asked, smugly crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, Sammy, you didn’t hook up with this guy already did you?” the blond asked in teasing horror.

“Screw you, no. I met him this morning.”

“Ah,” Rhodey said with a grin. “This was the meeting you made late,” he said to Bucky.

“Yeah, we met this morning,” Bucky confirmed with a raging blush. How was this his life?

“Well, good, you can get right to work on the wings,” Rhodey said. “Let me go find a crash dummy.”

“DUM-E,” Stark called as Rhodey started away.

“I’ll find that doll first,” Rhodey challenged.

Bucky turned from their bickering and looked at Sam, then the blond next to him.

“It’s Riley,” the other man said and offered out his hand. “I’m better conversation than this one.”

Bucky doubted it. He shook the guy’s hand and then held out the briefcase like a shield between him and Sam’s teasing gaze. “Do you wanna see the wings?”

Riley nodded eagerly and Bucky moved to another stack of mats to open the case. Riley and Sam stood on either side of him. As Riley pulled the jetpack free, Sam pulled out his phone. Bucky thought he was going to film his friend inevitably crashing, but instead he turned on the auto-help.

“Hey, where’s the nearest three-course restaurant?” he asked without looking away from Bucky, without his grin faltering.

Bucky dragged his hands down his face as he looked at Sam. Riley yelped behind them after the tell-tell whoosh of the jet pack, but Sam still didn’t look away. Bucky couldn’t either.

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pigstepmp3-moved · 3 years

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holy hell, gamers, i finally reached one whole thousand followers! how bonkers is that! when i first made this blog in december 2018, i was just trying to start over in a new fandom. ive been active on tumblr for a looong time (since i was like 11, which is. not great, but we wont get into that). i cant remember quite why i decided to remake, but i never imagined getting a higher following than i did before, but i did! 1000 followers is bonkers, i’ve never had a thousand of anything! i seriously cant thank each and every one of you enough, whether you followed me for 911 or for mcyt or for whatever!

now, since ive reached this absolutely bonkers milestone, im feeling particularly sappy! so under the cut, i have some friends and mutuals tagged who are super great n who are always an absolute pleasure to see on my dash! <3 again, thank you all so much! (ps, if we’re mutuals and i didnt tag u in this, that doesnt mean i dont love and appreciate you!! i mostly am just picking people to tag based off how often i see them on my dash! i love all of u so much <3)

♡ 911 FRIENDS ♡

(aka the ogs, aka the fire fam)

♡ @lovelessmotel ♡ emily!! god, where do i even begin with how much i love and adore you!! i know youre one of my big sisters, but wow i am so proud of how much youve discovered yourself since we’ve met!! like wow, look at this epic, gorgeous person whos one of MY close friends! im so lucky to be friends with you! thank you so much for being my friend, i appreciate you and all the sisterly advice you’ve given me more than i can ever put into words!

♡ @eddiediaz-buckley ♡ sav!! mom!! i love u so unbelievably much!! i am so unbelievably grateful for you and everything youve done for me! all the advice youve given me and all the times youve let me vent to you have been so important to me and i cannot thank you enough for all that. im soso appreciative of you and im so glad that i have someone as amazing as you as my mom/big sister (we’ll never really figure out our fams family dynamics, will we?) (ps, whenever i go outside and have my keys with me, its always so comforting to feel the keychain you got me! its like my moms with me everywhere i go!)

♡ @liesoverthec ♡ bonbonbonbon!!! i love you so much, you wouldnt BELIEVE how much i love you!!! im so glad we met bc you are so unbelievably kind!! there is a very good reason a nickname for u is bonbon bc you are just as sweet as candy!! maybe even more so!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, you give such wonderful advice and talking to you always makes me feel a million times better!! i love you and i am soso glad i get to call you my friend!

♡ @marauder-girl ♡ sabsabsab!! i love u so much, u funky lil future lawyer!! im so proud of u and i can hardly believe ur gonna be my Lawyer big sister!!! thats so awesome!! i cant believe such a rad person is one of MY friends!! how lucky am i!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, youre so kind and funny and talented and your advice has always been so helpful to me too! thank you so much for being my friend and for always being there for me!!

♡ @nighting-gale17 ♡ cait, my love, my wifey!!! wowowow i love u so much!!! im so glad we’re friends, you are so unbelievably lovely!! youre also so unbelievably talented like??? hey queen wanna hand some of ur writing ability over to the unfortunate (like me). i’m so glad we’re friends, youre so sweet and even tho we dont talk as much as we used to, i still have SO much love for you in my heart

♡ @africaneuropean ♡ rae, my father!! i love u so much!! i know we havent talked at all in. who knows how long. but i still have so much love for u in my heart!! you are so iconic and cool and funny, im so glad i met you n became friends with you!! ur one of the coolest people i know, i hope i can be as cool and mysterious and wonderful as you one day

♡ @evaneddie ♡ DHYL!!! dhyl pickle i love u so much!!! whenever u pop into my inbox with random nice messages, every part of me lights up!!! u are so kind to me and for what!! i miss talking to u as much as we used to, you are so sweet and you are such a good friend!! i love u n im SO proud of how far youve come with gif making, i still remember when u first started n youve gotten SO amazing at gifs lately!! i love u soso much n im so glad we’re friends, youre so awesome!!!

♡ @basil-the-writer ♡ des!!! i love u so much!!! i know we’ve never rly talked all that much but im glad we have interacted in the ways that we have!! u are so sweet n so talented!! like the fact that u have the patience for those lil video edits u do?? that is so cool!! all ur edits are so cool, i cannot imagine being able to make stuff like that without dying every single time. u are so cool n i love being able to call u my friend!!

♡ GRIFF ♡

(aka griff)

♡ @yawnralphio ♡ u get ur own section bc u are my only 911 friend who isnt an og, but thats ok bc u are so swaggy!! i love being friends with u griff, u are so cool and funny and i am so glad that u still want to be friends with me despite all of the horrifying things u’ve learned about mcyt from me jdhfajkdhfa. i love u so much n i am so excited to get to know u more n get closer to u!!

♡ FRUITBLR ♡

(aka mcyt friends)

♡ @fear-epidemic ♡ atlas u are so swaggy and funny!! tumblr funny man!! im so glad we’re mutuals, i love u a whole lot. that one time u me n wilby played bed wars together was so fun even if we’re really bad! n that one time we played on the fruitblr server while on vc was so fun, i loved talking to u n playing with u so much, we gotta do that again sometime. i love u so much chapin n im so glad we’re friends!!

♡ @netheritedream ♡ hari my beloved... i love u so much. like literally so much that its really embarassing. i am so glad u tagged me in that one follow forever post n put the offer on the table to let me join the server. i love being ur dumb lil husband!!! jus like actual fundy, i would risk it all to watch treasure planet with u. i love u sososo much, i wish i could live closer to u so i could actually talk to u more often </333 im going through severe withdrawal, pray for me. im gonna stop talking for now bc if i kept going on, this post would be several miles along n nobody has time for that </3 just know that i love u so much and i love having matching icons n i love being ur husband, i love u so much

♡ @sootswilbur ♡ tommy... i care you so much. little bromther!!! im sososo glad we’re friends bc u are so kind to me all the time n u are so easy to talk to!! ur also so talented, ur writing n ur gifs are so amazing n im so proud of all the awesome stuff u make!! seeing u experiment more with ur gif sets n trying new things is so awesome n inspiring and i love seeing ur experiments work out!! i love u soso much n im so happy to be ur big brother!! (or one of them at least)

♡ @fruitbur ♡ virgil my Other beloved... i love u so much!! u are one of the kindest people ive ever met n im so glad i met u!! i know ive already told u this before but ur tagging system is so sweet n i love seeing u reblog my posts bc im like “yay alastair is gonna tell me that he loves me in the tags :D” i also lovelovelove ur theme, i love the soft pink and the lil aesthetic board that u have pinned, its so nice to look at!!! ily sososo much <333

♡ @theartofmining ♡ hey fruit ily. like genuinely, u are so unbelievably funny that u make my ribs hurt so much. i know we’re like never rly that serious but i love u so much. as much as i joke about hating u, i really am glad we’re friends n i really look forward to becoming better friends with u. i love u a whole lot rain, i love seeing u on my dash bc ur full of good takes n funny posts

♡ @sapnaplive ♡ dream.... bonks our foreheads together... i care u so much. my other half!!! i love u with my whole little heart. u are soso cool and im so lucky to be able to call u my friend!! ur themes are always so cool, i wish i could be half as cool as them!!! ur art is also so epic like??? u are a triple threat: good at art, tumblr themes, AND minecraft building. and ur also so kind!!! u are one of the sweetest people i know, i love u so much and im so glad im friends with u!!

♡ @dreams-little-kitten ♡ corn u are so weird and i mean that in the kindest way possible. u are so cryptic n i love that so much about u. ur like the wilbur to my philza sometimes and i think thats so awesome. that one time u came into my inbox to talk shit about that one cuphead boss was so funny and absurd, i loved that so much. i love You so much. i love how ur just so effortlessly funny, n im so glad i can be friends with u

♡ @dreamsmp ♡ JEL!!!! i love u so much holy cow. u are so sweet!! all the time!!! ur also so talented, ur gifs always look so good!!! i love being friends with u, ur always so nice to me n u always leave rly nice tags when u reblog my gif sets that make me so happy!!! i think about that one time u rbed my fundy gif set n said “FUNDY GIFS” and “GIFS BY FUNDY” it made me so happy!!! i love u a whole lot, im so glad we’re friends :)

♡ @leaguelol ♡ damien!! i love u so much u funky little cryptid!! i love when u pop into the gc just to share cryptic thoughts, u are so strange but i think thats so cool of u!!! i honestly see u kinda like a lil sibling, im always so proud of u when i see ur art on my dash!! u are so talented at art!! i love u so much n i love being ur friend, ur rly sweet n i love seeing u on my dash and in the gc!!

♡ @its5undy ♡ idk why im putting u on this, ur my mortal enemy. jkjk, i actually love u a lot clay! i love joking around with u, ur so funny and for what. im so glad u joined the gc bc i love talking to you so much!! i still love that one time u reblogged that fwt gif set n tagged me in it moments after I reblogged it. i love that u thought about me, that rly warms my heart! i love being friends with u sososo much

♡ @cavalreee ♡ oh hey, another great big fruit!! i dont think we talk all that often, which is a shame, bc ur so sweet!! and also so fucking funny, why is everyone in this friend group so fucking funny, its not fair. i love seeing u on my dash talking with ur other friends, u always have the funniest convos ever. also? ur desktop theme is SO epic, it threw me off the first time i saw it but its so swaggy, just like u!! i love u soso much azzie, n i hope we can talk more in the future bc ur so cool

♡ @technosoot ♡ i love u even tho ur a br*t /j /j /j. jannat u are so unbelievably sweet. im so glad u joined the gc bc u are such a kind presence both in there and on my dash! u radiate very Warm, Friend energy. ur friend shaped. i love u so much n i love being friends with u!! im very eager to become closer friends with u bc u seem like a really amazing friend to have

♡ @sortasortaspicy ♡ les where are u in the gc i miss u </3 i love u so much, u fit in so well from the very beginning n brought so much more fun and laughter into the gc. i dont know u all that well n i dont think we’ve talked one on one like. at all. but id love to get closer to u bc ur so rad and ur so sweet!!

♡ EPIC PEOPLE ♡

(aka mutuals who are so cool n id love to be friends with u pls talk to me)

@eurytherm ♡ @vampkings ♡ @weelbur ♡ @wilburtheesoot ♡ @quackityskarl ♡ @wimblrscoot ♡ @technofarmer ♡ @wooteena ♡ @bloodforblood ♡ @smpsapnap ♡ @literallynotfound ♡ @hearty-an0n ♡ @enderanboo ♡ @springbonniecpu ♡ @pandascanpvp ♡ @tommylnnits ♡ @strawberrygogy ♡ @timedeo ♡ @nymika-arts ♡ @h-isforhome ♡ @eboykarl ♡ @joe-alkaysani ♡ @betwecouldmakesome ♡ @squirrelstone ♡ @maddieandchimney

#hehe idk how to tag this #ive spent SO long on this post im so glad its done #follow forever #eden.txt

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palukoo · 3 years

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i scream every time you reblog an ask game so expect a ton of these!! first off, my beloved “donna is toby’s assistant instead” au

i scream every time you send me asks so! it's mutual <3

one of donna's majors in there that she lists to josh in canon is like english or lit, so when she gets to campaign headquarters, she's looking, sort of, for a speechwriter, and she finds toby's office before sam's. (she jokes, later, when he's being annoying, that she wishes she'd found sam's first. josh's even. cj's, really-- cj would've been fun. but she really does love working with him)

he doesn't talk to her even when he sees her at first because the campaigns been taking on a lot of new people, whatever, he doesn't want to have a conversation, he's got a speech to write. eventually she goes to reorganize something and he gets frustrated and asks her what she's doing, and she rambles a little and accidently says something brilliant and he tells her to stop talking. they spend about a week being standoffish until finally something happens and she snaps, says she'll leave or find someone who actually values her efforts since he clearly doesn't want her there, and he gets confused and is like "are you kidding?" and in his own toby way explains that she is valued, he's just awful at working with people

donna's rambling about whatever or quick insight or banter are like. the cure for toby's writers' block at any given time, and she'll randomly toss out classic lit quotes that he ends up using. whenever he's struggling with a speech he'll just call donna into his office. i just like to think about donna helping him (or sam) write!

the implications this has for donna&andy... donna starts working for toby in the middle of like. the start to their marital decline, maybe? and she knows that, and she kind of wants to not like andy because of it out of loyalty to toby or whatever (even if it would also make her feel a little petty) but she can't help just. really liking and admiring andy, and they sort of become friends and andy really likes donna, too. donna ends up kind of trying to mediate for them somewhat, but it doesn't work, still. toby doesn't really like to talk about emotions, etc, obviously, but he does know donna's always there for him (even if it's to tell him when he's being dumb)

working for toby, she also spends a lot more time around press/general communications stuff, and with cj and sam which i just think is really fun, and i love donna doing press stuff so so much. toby loves her as an assistant, but is also... better than josh at realizing that she needs to do more. he makes her deputy press secretary... a little before cj becomes cos, and now you have donna press secretary au whoops (annabeth ends up as her deputy, still) (don't think about the timelines and gaza. i am choosing to not make this depressing af)

#asks #answered #donna moss #toby ziegler #tww #claudiasjeancregg #if i think about donna or cj mediating in other people's relationships too much ill go crazy #anyways! i have not thought much about this but i love toby and donna so much! also i didnt talk about josh at all here but i think donna #wouldnt like josh at first if she was working for toby thank you #thinking about their banter too... toby throwing the ball against the wall and her being annoyed with him and just catching it and throwing #it at him. oh also i forgot to mention! toby definitely is at some point like 'when you decide to run call me' and she's like #'but i want to win :/' but she really is very touched by it. oh also i have no idea how this would play out with the campaigns/santos admin #or with the leak so i am choosing to not think about those for now. like with gaza. this answer is the happy one ill get depressing #in some others dont worry. thank you

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saigonharrington · 3 years

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Wish you were sober // g.w

I am sorry but I had another idea in my mind so I wrote it.

It’s angsty and fluffy at the same time. I don’t know, I feel like I am writing down all that stuff just to make myself feel better since I can’t shift 🤧

Also I have a lot of ideas and I thought about doing a songlist? Where you can request something with certain character (I mean I already have ideas so if no one will be requesting I just write it as I created it) and I think I would be able to write for Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood and Stiles Stilinski from teen wolf. If someone asks for another character I might have reject it if I do not like that character or do not know it so well. I don’t really like ( or can) writing smuts, about death or pregnancy sorry. But I’ll tell more in songlist post. Just tell me if at least one person is interested in this please?

Now back to the one shot

George Weasley x fem!reader

Word count: 2,2k I guess

Y/F/N - your friend’s name

No specific year, I also didn’t want to make specific house but Y/N is not from gryffindor because of the long walk to dorms.

I don’t want to write summary because I feel like I will spoil everything. Just read it.

Warning: drinking, people being drunk and telling things, Y/N issues about low self-esteem and things like that oh and mistakes & mix of American and British English probably

Also it means a lot to me if you reblog and/or comment my work 🥺🥺 so please do it I love to integrate with you guys

Hogwarts has always been a magical place. And I do not mean literal magic. Just the atmosphere that this place held. So now imagine how parties at common rooms looked like. Especially when it was the birthday party of famous quidditch commentator - Lee Jordan. He had friends in all the houses, so Gryffindor’s common room was overcrowded that day.

The whole room was decorated with funny and random stuff found at the last minute. Fred and George organized everything, so even though decorations looked a bit odd, there was a lot of food and alcohol. I didn’t really like the feeling of being drunk, so I only drank a little champagne while we sang happy birthday. Unfortunately, not a lot of people thought the same. Seems like I am the only one person who is sober.

I came to the party with my one and only friend, since I wasn’t so talkative, and I considered myself an introvert, but now I regretted that I do not have more people to talk to. Y/F/N’s liked partying. Even if she swore she’ll be by my side for the whole night, I lost her after like ten minutes. There I was, sitting here all alone, observing everyone closely. Frankly speaking, I was looking for one specific person, the party maker - George Weasley. I fancied him for almost a year now, since he sat next to me at potions, and snapped back at Snape that one time when he wanted to humiliate me for the mistake that I made then. We talked from time to time, but it wasn’t that deep, just random things like “How was your day?” or complaining about teachers. Then why did I feel butterflies every freaking time he looked and smiled at me? I’d like to know. He sat behind me and Y/F/N at some lessons and I think sometimes he was eavesdropping, but maybe I’m just going insane to prove that maybe somehow he likes me back.

And then I saw him. Dancing with his friends’ group and being really close to some girl, I think her name was Katie. I immediately felt something in my stomach, but definitely not butterflies. It was jealousy. Why I was like that? We weren’t even friends, he would not look at me like that, who could want to have a crush on a girl that isn’t beautiful and open to people? Who’s afraid of commitment and physical contact. Probably, or should I say, for sure - no one.

“I think I’m gonna go back to our dorm.” I said to Y/F/N when I finally found her.

“Okay. Do what you want. Just do not cry, please. Take care of yourself, we’ll talk tomorrow.” She replied, turning back to her dance partner. I exited the common room, wanting to walk back to my dorm, but something held me back.

“Wait.” Said someone with a familiar voice, so I stopped. “I want to talk.”

“Why?” I asked, wandering slowly through the corridor.

“Just wanted to make sure that you’ll get back safe to your dorm.” He explained, which made me blush.

“That’s sweet, but maybe you should worry about yourself. You’re drunk as a skunk”

“I feel perfectly fine. I can walk straight by your side, so I don’t see the problem.” George laughed hiding hands in the pockets.

“Get to the point, I do not want to argue at the moment.” I said, yawning.

“Why did you walk out of the party? I feel offended. You know, I half-organized that, so it’s also half-my-fault.”

“I came there with my friend, but she definitely does not need me anymore. And I am not the greatest friend of Lee, so why would I like to stay?”

“Well, you could talk with me. And drink with me, it would be fun since I never really saw you relaxed.”

“I’d feel relaxed if I wouldn’t have to take care of someone drunk.”

“You talk about me?”

“I’m not drunk so answer yourself. Maybe you should go back to your common room. I bet your girlfriend waits for you.”

“Which one?” He asked playfully, but I wasn’t in the mood for joking.

“I think her name is Katie.”

“That’s not my girlfriend. Why did you think so?”

“You were pretty close tonight…”

“Oh, so you were watching me?”

“I’m just quite observant. I wasn’t stalking you.” I lied. As soon as I saw him in the crowd I couldn’t take my eyes off him. And he didn’t notice but only because of alcohol.

“That’s a shame. Because if I saw you earlier, I’d stare at you for the whole night. You dressed nicely.”

“Thank you. Can I go to my dorm now? I want to sleep.”

“Yeah let’s go.” George said, opening the door.

“You’re not going with me. Please go back to the party. They are probably looking for you.”

“I don’t want to go because it’s you I want to spend the time with. Don’t you get it Y/N?” He asked. “I fancy you.”

“I wish you were sober if you plan to exclaim things like that. Please don’t make fun of me, it’s not funny.” I said calmly, becoming extremely sad.

“I’m not joking.”

“You will not remember this tomorrow, please let me go.”

“Y/N now you’re joking. Can’t you see it? I really like you. A lot. But you never let me talk to you for long. Your friend is always by your side, and she terrifies me. I never got the time to admit my feelings.”

I wanted to feel happy. I really did. But how could I? He won’t remember it tomorrow, and I am gonna be the one who’s heartbroken because I won’t have the courage to speak to him about it. What if he denies what he said? What am I supposed to do?

“You’re drunk, and you don’t know what are you talking about. You have probably mistaken me for someone else.

“Gosh, you’re so oblivious. Why can’t you understand that I love you.” He shouted, starting to get angry.

“Maybe I don’t want to! I don’t want to. Okay? Why would you love me? Look at yourself, you’re so funny and outgoing and generous... We don’t belong together. You don’t desire to be with a person like me, trust me. Now please go away. Please.” I said with tears in my eyes, then I walked to the dorm, trying to cover my face. I made sure that George won’t follow me by putting a spell on the door. Y/F/N will know how to break it if she comes late.

I didn’t have the energy to change clothes, so I stayed like that, crying myself to sleep.

The next day I woke up looking like a monster. I had messy hair and my clothes were crumpled.

“Seems like I wasn’t the one having a rough night.” My friend started, after looking at me. “But you weren’t drinking, what happened? I saw you and George walking…”

“He said that he loves me.” I explained with no emotions.

“It’s good, right? You have a crush on him, then what’s the problem?”

“He was drunk, he probably didn’t mean it. And he doesn’t remember it today for sure.”

“That’s not true, I heard that people are actually honest after drinking.” She added.

“How could he love me? I’m unlovable. He probably joked.”

“Hey, I love you, so I’m pretty sure he is able to too. Let’s go for breakfast. Maybe we’ll see him, and he’ll be kind enough to talk to you and explain what he had in his mind.”

But he wasn’t. Y/F/N and I were staring at him for the whole thirty minutes, but he wasn’t able to even look up. He looked sad, but maybe it’s because of not remembering a thing. Or he feels embarrassed.

Y/F/N tried to cheer me up through the day, but nothing was working. The fact that we crossed paths with George a couple of times made me feel even worse. Why did I expect him to talk to me? If he doesn’t remember anything, then he doesn’t know that we talked. Maybe I should make the first move.

“Do it.” Y/F/N encouraged me. “Otherwise you will not know what he has in mind. Sometimes you gotta help the man to open up. And don’t run away. Just explain to him why you’re afraid of commitment and stuff like that. He’ll understand.”

“Do you think so? I doubted. “I need to be like three hundred percent sure.”

‘Yes, go to him! He’s now only with his brother, you have a chance.”

I wasn’t so sure and confident as Y/F/N expected me to be. But I didn’t want to disappoint her and cause more problems, so I decided to at least try to talk to him. The worst he can do is make me cry, it’s nothing new since it happened last night, so no need to be afraid.

“Hey, um, can I talk with George?” I asked, therefore Fred nodded and walked away to their friends. “Do you have something to tell me?” I asked another question directly to him.

“You came to me. Don’t you have something to tell?”

“Actually I wanted to ask if you remember anything from last night.”

“Merlin, have I done something stupid? I knew I shouldn’t drink that much.” He tried to break the tension.

“Yeah you said a lot of stupid things. You kind of confessed to me that you… you know.” I couldn’t even say the word ‘love’.

“Oh I remember this. But it wasn’t dumb since it’s true.” He said trying to make eye contact.

“So why do I feel like you were avoiding me?”

“I was. Because I also remember your reaction.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe I overreacted a bit…” I started explaining.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to make excuses. I get it.”

“No George, it’s not like that. I do want to be with you. I like you. I just don’t think I’m able to. I don’t feel ready for these kinds of things. It’s new.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry. And don’t be afraid of something new. How can you know what it will look like if you don’t want to try? I don’t like you just because you’re pretty. It is one of the reasons, but not the main one. I like you because you’re you. Because you’re making cute, funny faces when Snape says something to you, because of your little dance when you get a good grade. I noticed many things you do. And we don’t even have to rush, I want you to open to me, talk a little more and spend some time alone. I want to help you.”

“Well, maybe you’re right. So what does that make us?”

“What do you want us to be? I’ve just said that I can wait. You know how I feel about you, so now it’s your turn. It won’t hurt me if you want to be friends. I know I have to gain your trust. We have to get to know each other.”

“I’m ready to do it.” The courage appeared sudeenly and I don’t know why, but I liked it.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now, do you have something else to do?”

“No, I would love to spend time with you.”

We went to the library, where we sat in the corner and talk quietly about random things. It turned out that we have a lot in common, and I feel pretty comfortable around him. I managed to speak about all of my issues and I didn’t cry. Maybe building a healthy relationship wasn’t that hard?

“You know George?” I changed the subject. “You said that you remember what I did yesterday. I admitted that I fancy you. And you fancy me back. What can possibly go wrong? If two people like each other in that way, they can be friends and lovers at once. I guess it is like that. I base my knowledge on the muggle movies so correct me if I’m wrong. What I’m trying to say is…” I panicked and turned my face to the other side.

“Y/N.” George called my name and gently put his hands on my cheeks to make me see him. “Can I kiss you then?” He asked for permission so I nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry if I’m a bad kisser. You’ll be my first.” I spoke the truth.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna learn since I’m planning to kiss you every two minutes.” He leaned to me and kissed me slowly, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

It was amazing, I opened up to him and for once I cried happy tears. My friend would be so proud.

“Does that make me your girlfriend?”

“See, you’re getting cocky. I like that.”

“Answer the question, Weasley.”

“Godric, why the surname? I didn’t do anything bad. But yes. You can be my girlfriend.”

“Well, thank you for your kind acceptance.”

“I didn’t know that I signed up for that much sassiness.”

“You can always break up with me, I won’t stop you.”

“No can do. You won’t get rid of me so easily. Now let’s go, we have to tell Freddie and your friend.”

And with that we left the library, smiling so wide that we looked like psychopaths.

#hp #Harry Potter #hp fanfic #Harry Potter fanfic #George #weasley #George weasley #George weasley x reader #George weasley one shot #george weasley imagines #Oliver wood #Cedric diggory #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #Spotify #George weasley angst #George weasley fluff

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originofjaehyun · 4 years

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Interlude: No More Drama | Part 12 | Dreams Come True

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 7,105

Warnings: Smut

Part 12 | Dreams Come True

“My disappointing days, my insecure day, they will all become dazzling like myself right now.”

A/N: Usually I would write my author note at the very end but today is going to be a bit special because we finally reach the end of the series! (Even the word count is different, lol!)

To be honest, I didn’t expect that I would come this far with this series. I guess I became more and more attached to the characters and the storyline as we progressed. I really did enjoy writing this series, like my fingers just couldn’t stop writing.

Also, not in a million years that I would dare to imagine any of you would read my story. Maybe it’s just me being insecure all the time? Who knows.

Nevertheless, I wish I could express how grateful I am. I know right now I can only say it via note like this, but I hope you guys able to feel how thankful I am for all of you. Really, I read every single notes, your reblogs, and it always made my day whenever I receive your feedback. (OK, stop –or else I wouldn’t be able to stop crying)

Thank you for loving Interlude: No More Drama. I hope you would enjoy this last chapter of the Interlude series, as much as you enjoyed the previous ones!

With love,

Dee (yup, my name everyone!)

“You’re not eating your meal.”

Yuta pulls you back to earth, noticing how you’ve been playing with your omelet instead of shoving it to your mouth.

“You’ve been dozing out recently, it started to get into my nerves.”

Yuta is always direct, he never sugarcoats his words. Clearly your action annoys him.

“It’s Jaehyun, isn’t it?”

You dropped your fork, telling Yuta that he shot a bullseye.

“Alright,” He rose from his seat, taking his plate and yours. “Eating is definitely not on your mind, sit on the couch, let’s talk.”

He quickly cleared the table, leaving you with no option but to obey him.

You make your way to the TV area. You spent so much time at Nakamoto's residence, you could practically walk there with your eyes closed. But it would be wasteful to do so, as the view from his window is always mesmerizing. Today is no exception, with how blue the sky is.

Usually, the view from his window is always complimented with your waves of laughters, because Yuta always managed to make you smile. But not today, or the last few weeks prior to the party. The unsettling feelings after the commotion last month still lingers.

“Here,” Yuta passes you a glass of water, which you immediately drank without hesitation.

“So,” He sat next to you, turning his body so he could face you. “When are you going to tell me that you’re still in love with him?”

You choked because he definitely took you by a surprise. You continuously tried to clear your throat. Feeling slightly guilty, Yuta helped you by tapping your back.

“What? No– I mean, Jaehyun and I, we’re a thing in the past and now I have you…”

“[Y/N],” He caressed your back, still worried about how he caused you to choke, occasionally pressing his thumb to give you gentle massages. “Any sane person would know that the feelings between you and Jaehyun are anything but over.”

You stayed quiet, completely did not expect out of all people it would be Yuta who calls you out.

“Listen, [Y/N],” He holds your arm, “We’ve been together for what, four months? And yet that night at the launch party, or the arresting party,”

You giggled at his remark, causing him to let out his signature radiant smile.

The comforting smile.

“I never saw you looking at someone with so much love. And that lucky person is no other than your ex.”

“But Yuta, I-”

“I’m not saying what we had wasn’t real.” He interjects, “It’s partly my fault anyway. I kinda force you into this relationship. So I do expect to be your rebound of some sort.”

“You’re not a rebound!” You quickly disagree with him, “It’s just…”

“I know, I know.” He finished your sentence. “We kissed, we even slept together –and don’t tell me I’m not good at it because you’d be lying.”

You smacked him real good at his arm, for continuing his jokes when the conversation is clearly not meant for any jokes –though you still give him the credit by laughing at it. “And, you are a wonderful person, [Y/N]. You didn’t let me do it after I spent nearly two months with you, and that’s a long time for a Nakamoto.”

“Because I know you care about my feelings too, and you really did try to like me. We spent many dates together, giving each other gifts and we shared lovely memories together. But I know whatever you shared with Jaehyun is something that I could never have.”

Your smile turns sour, at how true his statement is.

“Yuta, I’m sorry.” You finally couldn’t hold back the tears. “I tried, I really did. You are the most amazing person, you’ve patiently waited for me and I promise you I really, really cherish the moment we’ve spent together, but…”

Yuta hugs you, causing you to weep louder, wetting his shoulder. “I just… can’t seem to forget about Jaehyun. I don’t know, we’ve spent an equal amount of time like what I did with him, and yet–”

“You don’t choose who you fall for, [Y/N].” He caresses your hair, shushing your sobs. “As cliche as it might sound, sure, you would initially choose the person. But our feelings are something that transcends our logic. You could never force love.”

Yuta releases you from his embrace, now looking directly at you to meet your now red eyes.

“It’s always been Jaehyun, isn’t it?”

You’re unable to hold the pain of having to tell the truth, lips quivering. But Yuta does not deserve any lies, so you nod involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, Yuta…”

“Don’t be. Why should you apologize for falling in love?”

It makes you feel like you’re the worst. Why can’t you just fall in love with Yuta? He’s the kindest man, and he clearly cares about you a lot. He is very mature, and he – at least, doesn't have a complicated background.

But your heart just doesn’t beat as fast as it is with him when you’re with Jaehyun.

“Now wash your face,” He said, tugging your hair to the back of your ear. “Your eyes are swollen. I’ll reheat your meal. My mom always told me to finish my meal so you’re not leaving until you eat everything.”

You laugh, “I never knew someone would care about their ex this much.”

“Ex?” He snickers, “We were never official, to begin with.”

You pushed him playfully before you ran along to the bathroom.

You’re glad it was Yuta. How he’s always mature with his decisions. How he’s able to turn the awkward atmosphere into something that is anything but it.

The distance between where the bathroom is and where Yuta was was not far, but enough for you not to hear him whisper.

“And I will never apologize for falling for you, too.”

“He did what?”

Doyoung expresses what you experienced last week perfectly.

“No wonder you invited me out tonight. Thought it was quite odd for you not to be with Yuta.”

“What do you expect? Hanging out with two broken-hearted people?”

“As far as your story goes, I thought Yuta is the only one with a broken heart, ouch!” He squirmed as you pinch his arm.

“It’s equally as painful for me, too, Doy. I tried to fall for Yuta, you know.”

“It just doesn’t work out?” He asks.

You shook your head, “It’s weird, even when I think about it. Yuta cares a lot about me. He’s funny, he’s kind, and he’s honest. Why can’t I just fall for him, Doyoung? He wasted his time on me, while here I am still stuck with a person who I didn’t even contact for months.”

“How am I supposed to know? Guess you’re just dumb.” He flinches when you were about to slap him, pleading for your forgiveness. “It is as Yuta said, you can never force love. Yuta can be the ten times better version of Jaehyun but that wouldn’t matter if you already set your heart to Jaehyun.”

You replied with a sigh. He’s right. If you couldn’t understand your own heart, how could he?

Just as you were about to lit your cigarette, you saw a familiar figure entering the bar, pausing you.

“Johnny!” You stand up, greeting the familiar figure. He squinted his eyes to see who called him, and smiled instantly when he discovered you.

“[Y/N]! It’s been a while!” He crosses his hand over your waist, giving a friendly peck on your cheek as his greeting. “Oh, he’s not the guy at the party. Is this a new guy?”

Your palm landed on his upper arm. You might start with a professional relationship with Johnny, but he quickly became your friend. Although you didn’t talk as much after the project ended, you often had your cigarette breaks with him back then and talked about non-work-related stuff, so it’s not a surprise that you guys are chummy to each other.

“I don’t move on that quickly, Johnny. This is my best friend, Kim Doyoung. Doyoung, this is Johnny. He’s my client back in NCT Corp..”

“Ah, yes I’ve heard.” Doyoung greets him, “Hi, I’m Kim Doyoung. Nice to meet you.”

“Johnny Seo. A pleasure to meet you, Doyoung.”

“You’re alone, Johnny?”

“Nah, I’m meeting Taeil and Sicheng. But they’re still on their way, so actually, mind if I stayed for a bit?” He says, which you and Doyoung replied with a unanimous nod. He then scanned your expression. “Looking for a specific person?”

You rolled your eyes, “Stop teasing me, Johnny. I’m not.”

He chuckles, “Sorry, sorry.” He pulls his cigarette pack out of his pocket, “How’s Yuta?”

You were trying to flick your lighter, but you stopped at the sudden mention of the name.

“He’s at home, I think.”

“You think?” Johnny furrows his brows at the statement, but decides not to pry further. “Can I borrow your lighter?”

“Sure,” You move closer as you lit up your lighter, which he quickly accepted to fire up the end of his cigarette.

“Thank you,” He draws out the grey smoke, “Anyway, is the perfume you’re using right now on trend?”

“My perfume?” You’re smelling yourself, becoming insecure with your scent.

“I swear I’ve smelt it before. I couldn’t remember, so I thought it’s on-trend. Maybe a few of my coworkers wore it before.”

“That’s so random, Johnny.” You finally light up your cigs, “You could’ve picked a better pick-up line. Also, it’s been a hot minute since I sprayed my perfume, so the scent shouldn’t linger anymore.”

He burst in laughter, amused. “Aside from the fact that I’m actually into perfumes, I wouldn’t dare to pick you up, [Y/N].”

You know what he meant but decided to change the topic. The three of you talk, with the conversation mostly filled with Johnny and Doyoung exchanging business cards.

“Oh!” Johnny suddenly shouted, catching both you and Doyoung off guard.

“The hell, John!” You protested.

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckled. “I just remember where I smell your scent, [Y/N].”

“Okay, creeps. What are you, a dog?” Your remark causes the whole table to burst in laughter. “But go on.”

He rolled his eyes, “Sometimes I could smell that scent on Jaehyun.”

You stared at him, confused. Not only you are surprised that he actually remembers the scent, but even more so at the mention of your previous lover name, “Jaehyun?”

“Yup,” He lights up another cig, “It is a very distinct feminine scent, and usually Jaehyun would smell a lot like–”

“A jazz club?”

“There you go.” Smokes escaped from his mouth, “Though not always, he would sometimes smell very sweet. Which is odd, I thought Jaehyun is not a fan of such floral scent –hey, don’t give me that look.”

“No, now I really wonder whether I’m talking to a human or a german shepherd.” Doyoung is in awe of how specific Johnny’s descriptions are.

“Told you I’m a perfumer.” He self-proclaimed, “Yeah, but in particular it’s only during the weekends. Funny, isn’t it? The only time I didn’t meet Jae, I got to meet you and you guys shared the same scent! No wonder it feels very familiar.”

Then your eyes widen,

“Sure, I’ve been meaning to use your brand new body gel. The only time I can share the same scent with you is during weekends anyway.”

“Why? Scared of smelling like a female?”

“No, I don’t want others to know what you smell like. It’s exclusively mine.”

You suddenly stand up, scaring both of the men.

“I have to go.”

“Go?!” Doyoung felt betrayed. “Go where, you crazy woman? You didn’t even took a sip of your G&T!”

“Give it to Johnny. I’ll transfer the money.”

“It’s not about paying me back, but why the sudden rush?”

“I usually won’t order G&T but I’ll take the offer. Though, you’re not answering his question – where are you going?”

“I’ll text you the details. I have to go now!”

Doyoung rolled your eyes, “Ugh, fine. Promise me you wouldn’t do anything reckless.”

You linked your pinky to Doy’s, before grabbing your purse and leave the two men behind.

“I wonder why I could tolerate this secretive behavior. How is she and Jaehyun any different?”

Johnny nods in agreement, raising his glass for a toast, “Can’t argue with that, buddy.”

You’re standing on the familiar pavement. It was as cold as the first time you were here.

You looked up and dialed a number. It didn’t take more than three seconds before the person from the other side of the line picked it up.

“Hello?”

“[Y/N]? Why did you–”

You can hear that he is panting, then it struck to you that coming here unnoticed was probably a bad idea.

“Did I bother you? I’m sorry I should’ve not called.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He says, trying to catch his breath. “I just… Didn’t expect to receive a call from you.”

Then you immediately regretted that you left Doyoung to come here.

It’s not like you customized your shower gel.

What if it was someone’s else?

What if Jaehyun has already found someone new?

“Ah, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called you this late. Please just forget–”

You were dozing off at the sidewalk, and a car nearby snaps you out of your daydream, honking at you. Of course, Jaehyun could listen both sound simultaneously – from the outside and from your call.

“Wait, are you here?” He said, half doubtful.

“Oh, uhm, I thought I could make a visit because I have something to say. But you probably are busy and I came unnoticed. I’m sorry to have disturbed you, I shouldn’t–”

You can hear him on the other side rushing, and you didn’t have to wait long to see his figure standing on the balcony.

“[Y/N]?!” You can hear him loud and clear, even without pressing your ear to your phone. “What are you doing here late at night?! You could’ve just knock–”

“Now that I think about it, I should’ve told you in the first place that I was coming. Sorry, I’m not thinking it through. You’re probably not alone and I already disturbed your rest, I’ll get going.”

“I’m alone,” He stops you from going, “It’s damn cold outside, [Y/N]. I’ll pick you up,”

“Wait!” You stopped him from coming down, “Just... hear me out for a second.”

He returned to the previous position. Then you look at him, mustering all of your courage, “Jaehyun, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For wh-”

“Just let me talk first,” You took a deep breath, “I’m sorry for leaving you back then. I should’ve stayed when you’re at your lowest. But my body just moves on its own. I think… fear took the best of me.”

“All of a sudden, you revealed everything in one night. It’s unfair, you know? Imagine how I would feel at the night of revelation. There’s not enough time for me to process, Jae. And what if you did cover everything perfectly? I wouldn’t know anything about you.”

You can hear him sighing, “[Y/N], I told you I never meant to do that. Would you believe me if I told you it was for your safety?”

“I know you are. But it still a part of you, Jaehyun. Not just any part, it’s practically a large piece of you. And for me to not know anything about you... is just devastating.” You continue, “Then, Yuta came into the picture. He was kind, mature, and he cares a lot about me.”

“Don’t tell me you’re engaged?” You can hear him panicking, “Because if you do, this is a very cruel way to tell your ex, you know?”

You softly chuckled at his remarks, “But he could never be you, Jaehyun.” You then felt a stream fall from your eyes, “I could list down Yuta’s – no, even the next guy’s great traits but they could never replace you.”

“I know this might came off as selfish after I pushed you away, but after me and Yuta were over, I’ve been thinking about why I can’t seem to forget you. What makes you different, Jaehyun?”

You can hear him startled, holding his breath.

“And meeting Johnny just now makes me realize,”

You wiped your tears, looking down as you muster every inch of your strength to continue, “That even though you hid things for me, or even when your father is a psycho, it doesn’t change the fact that nobody treats me like you did. The way your touches make me feel safe. The way you look at me that always makes me feel special. Also, the fact that you remember the details, though sometimes it’s borderline creepy.”

Both of you softly laugh, “But... I think the reason why I fell in love with you, not because of your gorgeous smile that is always accompanied with by dimple, or your wealth, but simply because you never give up on me. Even when I did.”

You thought you could continue without hassle, but your tears tell you otherwise. You are practically sobbing on Jaehyun’s ear.

“When I first left, you never stop texting me even though I put it on read. You even asked Johnny to spare you some time during our meeting that day just to talk to me. You even changed your Saturdays just to visit Interlude, just for you to see me. It… teaches me how you really value a person. How to treasure someone that deeply.”

“I was ready to live my life in ordinary. But you know, what is life without a bit of risk? You’re the one that I’ve been looking for, Jaehyun. The only person that sparks so many joy in my life, the one that is always full of surprises. That is you, and only you, Jaehyun. The one that I inexplicably was drawn to. It doesn’t make sense, I know, but neither does love.”

“Wait,” He finally replies. “Stay there.”

You were startled, you called his name but only receive elevator bell sound before the call was abruptly ended.

Soon after, you saw his figure, rustling to wear his jacket to see you.

“Hi,” You put your phone back in your pocket, now awkward because you didn’t expect him to come down.

“What was that about?” He demanded an answer.

“Well…” You’re unsure how to answer, “I just thought I would tell you everything right now.”

You slowly look at him in the eyes, and you saw how he furrows his brows together.

“I’m sorry. It’s been months and you are probably seeing someone. Please don’t think too much about it, I just want to let it out of my chest.”

You were about to leave before Jaehyun held your hand.

“You’re no longer Yuta’s?”

You shook your head, “I never said I dated Yuta. We… were seeing each other, but we never officially date. Just last week I told him I can’t continue because–”

Jaehyun rushes to hug you, and you can feel that he’s trembling.

“Is this real?” He chokes up.

You finally let your tears break free, “I’m sorry Jaehyun, it took me long enough for me to realize my own feelings. Ever since the beginning, it will always be you. I love you, and–”

“You love me?”

You nod, then snuggle to him, “I love you more than I ever thought I would be.”

His reaction was a tad too quiet. You looked at up only to see his eyes glistening, welled up from his own tears.

“Jaehyun, please don’t cry.”

He releases you only to wipe his tears with the end of his sleeve, “Sorry, I promise you I’m not a crybaby.” He sniffed, “This just... came completely unexpected. You’re the only one who could make me weep like this. This feels like a dream come true.”

“This is real, love,” You return to his hug once more, “This time, I promise I’ll stay.”

Both of you took your time to feel each other’s warmth, longing for each other.

“I know, I failed big time after I left you. It pains me if I remember the face that you’ve made that day. It will always haunt me, the ups and the down during our times together.”

You then took a glance at him, smiling at him.

“But you know, what’s the first year if I’m going to spend seventy more years with you?”

He sigh in relief, hugging you even tighter. When you locked your gaze to each other, both of couldn’t help but to laugh at your swollen faces.

He then caressed your cheeks, yearning to touch you all over.

“Your hands are cold.” You said as you snuggle yourself to Jaehyun’s touch.

“Let’s go up,” He offers, holding out his hand to you.

“Can I?”

The signature dimple that you miss so much finally made its appearance, “I need to refill my share of cuddles, anyway.”

–

“[Y/N]...”

His kisses feel warm. It feels like it’s been so long, yet feels so familiar whenever he planted soft kisses on the back of your ear.

“Ah, Jaehyun!”

You whimper at the way he kisses you, treating you like you are a delicate porcelain doll.

“I miss you,” He whispers close to your ears, causing you to flinch.

“Ah!”

He moves his tongue to your ears, nibbling every inch of you. He didn’t stop there, as he continues to tease you, flicking both of your nipples.

“Jaehyun, stop teasing me!”

“Not a chance, love.” He trails his lips to your jawline, “I’m gonna kiss every part of you. Do you know how much I endured after you left?”

Jaehyun’s lips finally meet yours, and you can feel how he forces his tongue, slithering inside and dancing with yours.

He moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing them while his right hand still pinches your nipple. Jaehyun always makes you feel good, and this time is no expectation. He took his time, but accurately know your sweet spot it almost driving you insane.

“Look at you, baby love,” He breaks the kiss, now looking at you with his sharp eyes, “You told me to stop, but can you hear how wet you are?” As he continuously slides his fingers up and down at your clit, resounding your wetness.

He moves down, spreading your legs.

“Jaehyun, not– ah!”

You quickly grab his hair, surprised with the sudden gush of pleasure. Jaehyun is not joking when he says he’s going to kiss every part of you, as he slowly takes his time licking your folds. You can feel his tongue exploring your part, making you drown in ecstasy.

“Baby if you lick it that much, I’m gonna–!”

That is when he broke free, “Not yet, sweetheart.” He licks his upper lips, tasting you, “We haven’t reached the best part yet, so be good and wait for a bit, yeah?”

He then proceeds to rip open the condom, expertly pushing it down to his thick shaft. It was rock hard, and the tip was deep pink in color, coated with his precum.

He wants you, and he wants you bad.

“Now come here,” He lifted you, making you sit on his lap.

He continued to kiss you, and each time your lips met, the kisses became messier. You guys were panting, at the increasing rate of your libidos. You thought he was going to spread you open, but much to your disappointment he only teases you further with his cock, grinding them to meet your clit. You want him, and you know he wants you too, so why did he hasn’t fill you up?

“Jaehyun...!” You purred to his ears, moaning even louder.

“What’s the problem, [Y/N]?” He slides his hand to hold your hips, a smirk appears on his face “You love this thing,”

He then sloppily rubs his growing member, only to make yourself even wetter.

“Just fuck me, Jae!” You pleaded, “I want you, I want you inside me.”

You opened your eyes to met his gaze that is saturated with lust.

That is when you know Jaehyun is in his dominant mode.

“Why don’t you try and stick it in yourself, angel?”

Jaehyun knows you don’t usually ride on him, or take the full charge because it’s still embarrassing for you to top him. But today he wanted to be in full control, that includes commanding you. The way he did it with you during your first time.

“You such a jerk,” You complained, but at the same time, you use your hand to carefully position his cock to enter you.

“Now,” Jaehyun gave you a victorious smile, “I know you can’t wait for it, so you better hurry up, princess.”

You’re never fond of those nicknames, but the way Jaehyun said it to you just gushes the hormones in you. You slowly slid down your pussy to meet his cock, and the moment his tip enters you, you swore you almost cum instantly.

You stopped because you were drowning in pleasure, embracing Jaehyun tighter. You didn’t realize that you unintentionally placed Jaehyun’s head in between your breast, only taunting the beast in him further.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know whether you’re playing innocent, or you purposely do this,” You can feel Jaehyun squeezing your ass, “But don’t go riling me up like that!”

Suddenly all of him enters you at once. You twitched at the sudden connection, moaning hard.

“Oh God, Jaehyun!” You rest your head to his right shoulder, arms crossing over his back for support, “If you stick it in all the way like that–!”

You cummed at the way he fills you up completely, without notice too. There’s no way to hide it because it’s positive that Jaehyun could feel how your walls twitch around him.

But you’re dealing with a very horny Jaehyun here. And your orgasm only provokes him even further.

“Cumming already, love?” He lets out a soft rumble, “We’re just started, yeah? I’m not playing nice today, so brace yourself.”

“W-wait, Jaehyun, I’m still very sensiti– ah!”

Obviously not in the mood to listen, it is as if he lost his control. He continuously thrust deep into you. Every time his cock slides in, you can feel his tip touches the deepest part of you.

“Jaehyun!” You stutter, “S-stop! I can’t–”

“Stop?” He continued to pound you, you can hear the sound of your skin slapping to each other, “But baby, fuck, you’re squeezing me,”

The moans become louder as Jaehyun picks up his pace.

“You love my cock, do you? You practically suck them in.”

“Baby it feels so good!” Finally giving in to the pleasure, you begged Jaehyun. “Oh, God! Jaehyun you’re so hard, ah–!”

You dig your nail to his back, telling him that you are as turned on as him. Making him want to mess you up, hard.

“Jaehyun! W-wait!” You grab his hair, asking for mercy. “D-don’t!”

He kisses your breast, blooming a purple flower at one of them. You’re a wreck, not sure where to concentrate –the way he bites your nipple or the way he continuously pushes in and out. The way he slams into you while at the same time teasing your nipple causing you to feel that the knot inside is about to unravel.

“Jaehyun!” You shouted his name, “I’m cumming again!”

Jaehyun looked at you, satisfied, “Good, I’m almost there, too.”

Groans escaped from Jaehyun’s mouth, “Just so you know, I won’t be settled with just one round. I’m gonna fuck you till the sun comes out.”

He couldn’t care about his rhythm anymore. He thrusts faster, and when he swears and repeatedly call your name, you know he’s about to cum. He bit your shoulder and pushes inside of you a few more times before releasing what both of you have been building up. You couldn’t stop shuddering, while you can feel him stalling, taking his time to cum inside. Both of you took a short, frantic breath, desperate to fill your lungs with oxygen.

“That was so good,” You complimented him, still clinging to him.

“Hey, we just cummed, never thought you were this impatient, [Y/N].”

You look at him before both of you pinch his cheeks, filling the room with warm giggles.

“Why don’t you give up?”

He hummed, asking you to further elaborate your question.

“I mean, it’s been a while since the party... and yet you just easily let me enter your life again.”

He replied with a smile, “I’ve told you before and I’m going to tell you over and over again, you are my safe haven, love. I’ve spent my whole life trying to pretend to be someone that I’m not. But with you, I can just be myself. Also, we always had amazing sex, pretty good reason to not give up on you, right?”

You pinch his cheeks, to which he protested with multiple ouches. You look at each other again, before naturally pulling to each other hugs, not satisfied with only a short amount.

You can feel his heartbeat and his soft breaths right next to you as he tucks his face at the nook of your shoulder. You swore, you never felt this blissful.

You miss him, you miss him a lot. Your lips met his subconsciously, which he accepted gladly.

“Go clean up,” He separates his kiss, “Don’t frown, I’ll make love to you again. But right now all I want is to cuddle with you. I miss our cuddles.”

Though you pouted, you eventually agreed, marching yourself to the bathroom.

Just before the first droplet touches your skin, you took a glimpse at the stationary and instantly surprised. You ran back to the bedroom, only covering yourself with a towel inattentively.

“You still have my shower gel?”

You’re not even surprised by the sight of him all naked as he was about to go to the kitchen to fetch some water. He wasn’t embarrassed, though (well it’s not like he have any reason to feel so when he maintains his shape very well), as he replies to your remark with his chuckles, pleasing your ears.

“I used them sparingly.”

“You like them that much? You even filled them with water, Jaehyun. You can just buy them at stores, you know?”

He shook his head, “But that one was yours. I only use them at the weekend anyway, like how I would use them if we were still together. I don’t know, it just feel like you’re still around when I can smell your scent.”

If it were other guys you would squirm at his cheesy remark. But it was from Jaehyun, a man that is so dear to you. Who always do this tiny things that managed to touch your heart, making you ran to him and give him a hug.

“No wonder you smell familiar,” You inhaled his scent, “You smell like me.”

He laughed, fixing your disheveled hair, “To be honest, I made this rule to myself that I would only move on from you once I emptied the whole bottle. I guess I cheated a bit, but fortunately you came just in time,” He kisses your forehead gently, “I guess the goddess of luck is on my side, huh?”

You couldn’t help but to slap his chest, annoyed on how effortlessly cute his action was.

“You have to bear with me smelling like you though tonight, I’d rather use a proper shower gel.”

“I don’t mind, it’s still you.”

He rolled his eyes up, thinking.

“Unless… Do you want to go to the store tomorrow? Let’s stock up your toiletries. Oh, your toothbrush is still here so you don’t need to buy those. Maybe we can go to your apartment afterward, so you can bring a few of your clothes back.”

You glared at him, “Did you just ask me to move in again?”

Jaehyun smiles, “Maybe? As long as you don’t give up like now.”

“I won’t,” You embraced him tighter, your laughter was filled with joy, “Why do you always ask me to move in with you after we fuck?”

“Because both of us are horny all the time?”

You gave him another slap, this time making him laugh harder that he even scrunches his nose.

“Stop staring!”

You are finally agitated at the way Jaehyun’s eyes are locked in your direction. At first it was bearable, but you’re sweating from organizing your wardrobe and you don’t exactly look at your finest.

“But I just can’t believe you’re back, love.” He walks to you and hugs you from behind.

“Jaehyun!” You protested, “I’m sweating! Please, I probably smell!”

“Doesn’t matter,” He drops his head at the crook of your neck, kissing you softly, “As long as you’re here. I can’t believe we’re finally going to live together for real this time. Don’t bother finding your suitcase, I hid it where you can’t find it.”

You slapped him playfully at the way he acted spoiled. Five months after your confession, the day where you move to his place is finally here. Jaehyun has been pushing you to start packing, claiming he sleeps better when you’re next to him. He even proposed to hire multiple movers so that you can move a week after that night. A new side of Jaehyun that you discover –you never know he was this clingy.

“I miss you.” He said on the other end of the phone.

“Jaehyun, I stayed over last night. You're even going to pick me up tomorrow morning to accompany me to the bank.”

“But I want to sleep while hugging you.” He whines like a puppy, “Can’t you just stay here? Take some days off, I’ll cover the moving cost. Just stay with me?”

“I know you’re loaded, Jaehyun.” You laugh at how impatient he is, “But let’s just take this slowly, OK? I want to make it right this time, and if we can settle this with the most efficient –cost-wise, why bother rushing? I lived in this place for years, you know? It would be quite sentimental for me to suddenly leave it behind.”

You heard him sigh, “Why do I have to date a smart woman like you.”

“I thought that’s the reason why you fell for me?”

“Can’t argue with that.”

After you guys are back together, Jaehyun is showering you with so much love. Telling you corny things that borderline cringed you, calling you nicknames that you can only hear from dramas.

But you know it is because he can finally relax. There’s no need to hide things. There’s no more burden from his father. Jaehyun is finally free, able to show his true self for the first time. And you are grateful that you can witness it, and stand next to him this time.

For the past few weeks, your weekends’ agenda has always been you dealing with the move. Today was the day you return your key to the landlord, and from this day onwards you’re going to stay with a man that is dear to you.

“I won’t leave, Jaehyun.” You said, caressing the top of his head. “At least now I know you’re not dangerous anymore.”

You pushed him to meet his gaze, “Aren’t you?”

He scoffed, “Of course, love.”

You squint your eyes, and there’s a hint of doubt in the way you look at him, “Your father is one thing, but what about the secret agent stuff?”

“I wasn't a part of it to begin with.” He tucks your hair, “My deal with them is to let me be a part of my father’s mission, and that mission only. In exchange, their members can work at my company while being undercover.”

You knit your brows together, “Isn’t that nepotism?”

“Well, no, actually,” He laugh, dragging you to the kitchen so he could get some water, “Even though I will eventually accept them as my employees, they are required to have the skills needed for the position. It’s practically the same thing with personal connection. I guess you can say I’m like the shadow member? I’m not active on the field, but that’s the best deal that we could come up with.”

You hummed, taking the glass of water that he offered, “But I don’t want you to be involved in any danger, OK? Mark is finally able to visit you –or us, without him having to shit out of his pants. He really misses his brother, you know? So don’t be reckless. I don’t want to lose you anymore.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am, I’m not that old, Jae.”

“Then what? Princess? Baby love?”

“You only call me that when you’re on top of me or when I’m on top of you.”

“Sounds like a good idea. Don’t you sweat already? It would be a waste of water if you’re going to shower twice, should we shower together to conserve water?” He raised one of his brows, attempting on seducing you.

“Fucking sex addict!” You swatted his arm, causing him to laugh at your reaction.

“Oh come on babe, can’t we?”

“Jaehyun I swear ever since we’re back together all we did was fucking each other.”

“Your fault for tempting me. Told you I can’t have enough of you.”

“Not now, babe. Keep your libido intact, we still need to clear out these boxes, it gives me anxiety.”

You tied your hair to a top bun, ready to clear up the empty boxes that surround the kitchen island. Jaehyun rested his elbow to the countertop, eyes are glued to you.

And only to you.

“Marry me, [Y/N].”

Your first reaction was to drop the boxes, dropping your jaw. Jaehyun rushed to you and offers a helping hand.

“What the heck, Jaehyun?!”

He chuckles at your reaction.

“It’s not funny, Jae. Don’t joke around like that.”

“But I’m not, love.” He looks at your direction, giving you a deep meaningful stare.

“At least let me make myself proper. I’m wearing a God’s-know-how-old band t-shirt, no makeup, all sweaty, and I was just about to clean up. You even asked me to fuck you just now. Ever Google how to propose to your girlfriend, Jae?”

Soft giggles escape his mouth, “Believe me, I’ve planned a much more spectacular proposal.” He fixed his posture, reaching for your hand.

“But the moment I think how I’m going to spend my days with you at this house, doing even the most mediocre thing, I just can’t help to feel that I’m seriously in love with this woman. The woman unlike the rest of the people I’ve met before. Maybe it’s the way you laugh, and the way you look at me telling me that you’re in love. You’re so beautiful, sometimes I feel like I’m squeezing my luck just to be able to be with you.”

“You are the only one where I can be the truest version of me. And you accepted it. You are the only one that I could ever dream to live the rest of my life with. This person in front of me, who I care so much about, is the only one I could imagine to be the mother of my children.”

You are clearly unprepared for this. You can feel your face burning, eyes welled up.

“I-” He chokes up, trying to hold his own tears, “I thought after you left me, I would never be capable of loving someone again. It was painful, and I swear it felt like a truck just hit you without them hitting their break.”

“And yet, it’s always you. If there’s any word that could explain a greater feeling than ‘I love you’, I would use it. As if time stopped after I met you, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He then asks you to stand up, only for him to get down on his knees.

“It’s you, my love, because no one else makes sense. All of my better days were the one I spent with you.”

He then took a small red box out of his pants pocket, opening it to reveal a delicate platinum ring. The band is covered with diamonds and the brilliant-cut diamond center stone was the scene stealer.

“Because even in another life, no matter how difficult it is, I probably would just love you as recklessly. My heart never beat faster the way it beats when I’m with you.”

You tried to fight the tears that kept coming, but they refused to stop, making you busy wiping your eyes instead of looking him in the eyes.

“Stay with me, because I promise there would be no harm for you as long as I’m breathing. Be my wife, [Y/N].”

At that moment you know you don’t want to waste the rest of your life trying to find the answer. No man could love you the way Jaehyun did, because he is the one who will love you all the way.

At that moment, you found life. At that moment, you found him.

“Only if you’re sure to have me.” Your voice was crackling, trying to keep down your tears that’s been messing you up.

“I might be unsure about other things but never you, [Y/N].”

You gently nod as you accept his ring, and Jaehyun never felt any joy greater than this. He hugs you tightly, swinging you inside his embrace.

“Thank you, [Y/N], I promise I’ll treasure you.”

You can feel him trembling, and feel the wetness that does not belong to you on your shoulder. You look up only to find your now-fiancé eyes are red. This sight is no longer a stranger to you. Ever since you date him again, Jaehyun has been showing so many emotions with you.

You gave him a soft kiss on his lips. He reciprocated the kiss, biting you softly. It was the type of kiss that does not rush. It was the type of kiss that was gentle. The type of kiss that was filled with love.

“I love you so much, Jaehyun.”

“As I do too, love. I cannot wait to spend another seventy years, no, even longer with you.”

Of course, you know where he got his reference from, so you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Only if you promise you don’t hide anything from me anymore.”

Jaehyun joined you by adding his part of laughter.

“I promise.” He said, giving you another deep, long kiss.

“No more drama.”

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyunxreader #jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #neowritingsnet #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #mafia!au #jaehyunfluff #jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #fic jaehyun #angst jaehyun #interlude no more drama #nct scenarios #inmd #dreams come true

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tangled-cl0wn-core · 3 years

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Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

HI!! since you asked before sending it, I knew this was coming but my First Cool Guy Tumblr Ask is so neat,, anyway!!

This is my only IT-specific account, but I post almost everything I draw on my instagram, https://www.instagram.com/fabricsofteners/ (I don't know how people make links cool on tumblr aaa) I also have an AO3, https://archiveofourown.org/users/tangledheadphonecord , where I might post this one really long fic I’m working on (maybe not, as it’s super lame but God am I putting in work)? But mostly it’s just really old stuff atm, and no IT content right now - just some random drabbles from past hyperfixations tbh.

I used to be ‘fabricsofteners’ everywhere besides here - tangledheadphonecord is a username I used for my tumblr because I want a change from the fabricsofteners brand, as I've had it for quite a few years and have just grown kind of bored - just waiting a bit to change my instagram user. I also used to be ‘unbrandedmarkers’ like, three years ago on instagram? but, that era ended fast. I think I might have an old Tumblr under some variation of ‘fabric softener’ but honestly even if anything is up on it I’d probably be embarassed to look at it now.

I watched IT for the first time in 2019, I believe, but wasn’t really in the fandom until actually like, April of this year. I entered the fandom and developed a hyperfixation (sobs) by complete mistake - I read all the fics for michael mell/rich goranski on ao3, and was on a camping trip and wanted to read some Homosexual Fanfiction and literally remembered IT on a whim (rich-to-richie association) and read a bunch of Reddie fics, and it was all down (up?) hill from there.

Unshockingly, I’m sure, Reddie is my number one favourite IT ship. I’m also an enjoyer of Benverly, as well as Stanley/Patty - IT is like, the only fandom where I actually like the canon ships. I do also think Streddie/Stozier is really cute and Bill/Mike (unsure of the shipname?) is nice when I see it!! I think Reddis is cute because I am a total sucker for best-friends-to-lovers, as well asthe ‘I tease everyone but mostly you’ and the ‘I’m so tired of you bullying me but if you ever stop I’ll cry’ and... just, the entire dynamic that they have. Stanley/Patty - there is no reasoning, I just want Stanley to be happy. Benverly - the way they were each other’s first Meaningful Interactions in so like?? agony, they’re so cute. They both deserve to be happy, and I’m so happy they find that happiness in each other.

As for characters - Richie is absolutely my favourite. I (unfortunately /hj) kin and relate to him on so many levels it hurts. Having a character that feels that fear of their sexuality because of a horrible environment is painfully real. covering up struggles with humour and all that?? yeah, mood (also, crushing on your best friend-). What he means to me, in a sense, isn’t really canon - I read strictly fix-it fics, because I want to feel that hope that like fanon Richie, I don’t have to hide forever. I can be myself and be happy. Obviously I can’t much look to the movies or anything for that but hey - what’re Andy or Stephen gonna do, tell me to stop reading fics?

I also really like Stanley!! I don’t,, have a reason. I just think he’s adorable and I love his dynamic with the other Losers a lot. Stanley breathed like, once, and instantly became a comfort character and not even I know why at this point, he just is. Eddie & Bev are up there, too - honestly, Bill is the only Loser I don’t have a strong attachment too. And honestly, he’s growing on me rapidly.

I mostly draw whatever my goblin hyperfixated brain can think of, as well as rebloging just about every post that I see and like (art, jokes, edits, fics, etc.) - I start and stop a lot of fics, maybe one day I’ll finish one but as of yet I have not... Sigh.

I honestly don’t think I do have anyone to tag for inspiration? I follow IT blogs but none I would go to for inspiration (no offense to any mutuals-) inspiration for me is mostly just seeing a pose and going ‘okay’ and suddenly I have a drawing - I have no clue what happens in between.

So, my current all-time favourite IT fic atm is https://archiveofourown.org/works/18213215/chapters/43087232, though I will say it’s a really heavy fic and to read with caution. Going away from Angst, any ‘famous Reddie’ AUs are amazing, but I constantly reread the entire https://archiveofourown.org/series/1560019 series. It’s cute and funny and I THRIVE for domestic Reddie content.

Actually not Reddie, I throughly enjoyed https://archiveofourown.org/works/23201011 for giving me the Mike content the movies have robbed me of for too long, as well as https://archiveofourown.org/works/25262698 which is pure stanlon greatness and made my heart flutter for the boys more than once.

I don’t really have any IT fics up of my own creation, and honestly my reception in way of Tumblr notes is far better than I expected so honestly, I have none to link lol. As long as I get minimun interaction I will thrive.

I wish I could say I’ve been in anything like a zine or anything, but I have not! I’m relatively new to the fandom (and having a social media dedicated to one thing) so I wouldn’t even know where to begin to join or be qualified for one, y’know? I’ve done art weeks in the past and found them incredibly fun but haven’t seen any for IT - but if anyone does happen to know of any... Feel free to send them my way-

As for the last question - other than like, hyping up Chosen and Jeremy just as much as we do the other IT kids (which, honestly I’m not even sure if is still a problem - I’ve just seen posts about it and it’s made me wary), I’m not sure? I’ve honestly not encountered anything in the fandom I find awful and honestly, for a fandom about a movie that is... Well, IT, I’ve really just kind of enjoyed my time in the fandom thus far?

(I will say we need 200% more attention being drawn to 1990s adult Eddie Kaspbrak, who is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen - but I also feel that way about James Ransone, so I’m not mad.)

(Also, we should be calling out the 1990s IT more, I watched it recently and it’s so bad /lh)

Anyway!! I feel like this answer was incredibly long and I am so sorry!! But like, thank you so much for asking me anything at all fihabsfhbafb I thrive at any chance to talk about the dumb clown movie. (Also, i’m sorry I say ‘honestly’ so much-)

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welcome--to--my--little--world · 3 years

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So, I worked on Valentin's backstory and wrote it down. Also added some facts/ideas about his personality and what he likes and dislikes.

This is just a concept, so it's not really good or anything and I'm also pretty insecure about it, so please don't reblog this.

But if anyone wants to read about my boy, here you go.

Backstory:

• He was born into a relatively wealthy family and lived with his parents in South California until he was 18

• He was lucky enough to be able to go to school

• He has always been a smart boy. Always getting good grades. His parents and teachers constantly told him he had a bright future ahead of him.

• But he never quite fit in. Never found many friends, and when he finally did for once, they either ended up leaving him, lying to him, manipulating him or betraying him in the worst ways possible.

• He was bullied in his teen years... never undestood why, but he just figured he was the problem. They just attacked him for anything he was doing. Even if he was just sitting there, they'd spit on him, punch him or laugh at him. And whenever he tried to do something about it, things just got worse. So he just stopped trying and let them do whatever they want to him.

• All this lead to a lot of supressed anger. He was so angry at them. At the world, for doing him so dirty. At himself for all the things they made him believe he did wrong.

• People hating him for who he was, for existing, completely broke him. Their words made him believe he was a bad person. And then he kinda started acting like it. Like a bad person, so people hating on him would be justified. After all they had taught him how to betray and manipulate.

• In a fucked up way it gave him comfort back then. A sense of identity and control. But in reality he just fucked up every relationship he had left and felt even more miserable in the end. Ended up all alone.

• All this was too much for him. He started cutting and had suicidal thoughts (He was able to leave the self harming behind eventually, but every now and then when something goes wrong in his life, the thought of doing it again pops up in his head. Nowadays he just tries to drown the thoughts in alcohol when the thoughts get too loud).

• He also searched comfort in meaningless sex and drugs/alcohol. Just wanted to forget and numb himself. This pain and deep feeling of loneliness and emptiness inside him were too much to take and well, he tried to fill that void somehow.

• Besides all this, he still somehow managed to graduate.

• He wanted a new start and wanted to leave everything else behind, so he moved to Night City to study shortly after he turned 18.

• He changed his name to V cause Valentin reminded him too much of his past and of what he so desperately wanted to leave beind (he allows close friends to call him that tho)

• He then focused on his career, studied, got a job at Arasaka and even managed to work his way up by manipulating and betraying, and some other bad shit...

• He actually managed to build up a new life there in Night City. Got to start all over again, try all the things the corpo life had to offer. And with working for Arasaka he had many possibilities. Everything went finally somehow good for him. Or at least he thought so at first. He had money, got a bit of respect and whatever else. But soon he realized working for Arasaka was a fucking lonely life. By far not as bright as he had imagined. And it was fucked up too. Kinda had to sacrifice his soul to survive in that world.

• He saw and knew about all the bad shit going on behind closed doors. How people were lying to each other, backstabbing each other, just to make more money or get promoted. Or how people were exploited... or even just used as the others pleased. And the worst thing: as much as all this disgusted him and as much as it went against what was left of his morals, he either just looked away or even took part in all this treachery and their sickening behaviour. It was fucked up, but well, he did what he had to do. He hated himself so much for it, but he had no choice if he wanted to keep what was left of his life. Probably couldn't do much about it anyways.

• And of course his past was still haunting him. As much as he tried to forget, the things that had happened, the things he did to become so successful... they left deep scars on his soul.

• And well... then everything went to shit

• He blamed Arasaka for it. He got so fucking angry, cause they took away what he had worked so hard for. The only thing that gave him some sense of purpose in life. Smashed his life and future to pieces and there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted to see them suffer and burn for what they did to him.

• And now he hated himself even more for what has happened, cause it was all for nothing. He finally realized how fucked up he actually was. The guilt was suffocating him.

• He knew it was time for a change. And this time he'd do the right thing. Make the right choices. Try to be a better person. Kinda try to right his wrongs.

Personality:

• He hates being alone, but also has a hard time trusting people due to what he experienced in the past... this guy definitely has abandonment issues and trust issues. That makes any kind of relationship very difficult for him. He still tries very hard tho.

• He kinda has 3 sides:

1) Feral ferret: funny, horny, seemingly happy, joking, full of life and love. That's the side he shows most of the time. This side of him is him finally becoming himself again after completely losing himself trying to reach something that he could never reach. He's slowly finding his new identity, is trying out new things, doing chaotic shit he never got to try out in his fucked up past. And most of all he tries to be a better person.

2) Killing mode: His serious, professional, badass side. When he enters killing mode, he blocks out everything irrelevant and only focuses on his mission. Makes sure he makes no mistakes (all remains from working for Arasaka). And even if he'd never ever admit it... he likes the violence and the thrill he gets from it...

3) His sad/depressed/broken/traumatized side: He rarely ever shows this side of him (at least not to most people). His past haunts him. He hates himself for the things he did, hates himself for disappointing friends or even himself in the past. The memories of being treated like shit and getting hurt over and over again also sometimes come flashing back into his mind and he wishes this would just stop and he could forget.

• He can go from quirky and joking to killing mode or sad mode in less than a second -> PARCOUR 😎🤦🏻‍♀️

What he likes:

• Junkfood. Lots and lots of junkfood. Especially cheeseburgers or pizza or anything with cheese in general

• He loves fucking. This man is like constantly horny and he will do it anywhere anytime he gets the chance to.

• He loves taking funny, cute and pretty pics and is actually quite proud of the photos he takes

• He loves to just do chaotic, fun or dumb shit. It's kinda like a coping mechanism for him

• He likes just stopping for a while and watching the sunrise/sunset or admire the landscape. Especially at the beach or somewhere out of the rush and mess that the city is. Back when he still worked for Arasaka he didn't have time for things like this. It was all just work, work, work.

What he doesn't like:

• being alone

• things getting out of control

• the song "pon pon shit". He hates it with a burning passion and honestly, when it comes on on the radio he just wants to yeet his car off the road...

Other stuff:

• Chaos boi

• His spirit animal is a feral ferret

• Bisexual

• He can cloverleaf his tongue and wiggle it all weirdly. Good for either impressing people or creeping them out.

• That being said, he knows exactly how to use his tongue to make his partner feel real good and cry out his name 😏

• This man got a huge suit kink. If he sees a hot man or a sexy lady in a suit, he loses all ability to think clearly

• He loves wearing suits, and dress shirts.

• For special occasions and for beach days he got his golden hotpants

• Sometimes he will just say fuck it and wear some total fashion catastrophe™️ outfits, just because he can

• He's horny. Like, ALL the time

• Even tho this man loves to fuck hard and rough (ya know, with scratching, biting, hair pulling, chains, whips, handcuffs,...), he'll absolutely melt when you touch him gently. He likes the sex, of course, but he craves intimacy. He never got the chance for all this romantic stuff or intimacy in his past for obvious reasons. If you hold him gently he'll most certainly start crying.

• His sextoy collection is HUGE. Super impressive and he's got some of the good expensive stuff. Worth like 3000€$. Well spent cash.

• He's into public play 😏

• He would never ever say it out loud or admit it, but violence kinda turns him on (yeah, he's a bit messed up)

#v #valentin #my post

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Mad Love - Chapter 18 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, Gore

Chapter 18

Emerald’s P.O.V

Slowly I awoke, my head pressed against something hard. I flinched away from the object, finding a radiator. My wrists were cuffed to it, preventing my escape. My surroundings didn’t give any clues to where Jeremiah had taken me. It was a basement, no windows, only one exit was up the staircase and through the brown door. And I bet he’d locked it too, so even if I got free from the cuffs I would still be trapped. He’d taken my phone and my switchblade from me too. For now, I had no choice but to play his way. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the lock slide open and Jeremiah opened the door. I squinted as the light from upstairs hit me, Jeremiahs frame blocking some of it.

He descended the stairs, crouching down in front of me. I glanced at the open door. All I had to do was break my thumb, and I’d be out of these cuffs. And I would fit tooth and nail to get to that door. Jeremiah followed my gaze, smirking. “Your not going anywhere unless I allow it, Emerald,” he stated. “I guess I should start getting comfortable then.” “Not too comfortable. I’ve got all sorts of plans for you.” “Oh, I bet you do.” My attitude was already getting on his nerves as his smile faltered for a few seconds. I leaned forward, invading his personal space again. “You do whatever you have to do to make yourself feel better about your pathetic existence,” I smirked.

“My pathetic existence? Now lets not make this personal, I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.” I rolled my eyes, “and I bet it's all stuff I’ve heard before. Let me guess, I’m Gothams resident whore because I happen to have a colourful sexual history? Or maybe your gonna tell me how much of a dumb bitch I am for loving a man who tried to murder me on multiple occasions? Tell me something I don’t know.” Jeremiah remained silent for a few moments, as if I’d beaten him to the punchline. Soon, Jeremiah would be the punchline. “You know Jerome would have come up with much better material, he was more a joker than you claim to be,” I continued.

This struck a nerve with him as he slapped me hard. My cheek tingled, prickling with heat. I laughed, his violence didn’t scare me anymore. “I have this city eating out of the palm of my hand and your still comparing me to that ol’ corpse?” Jeremiah laughed. “Well, technically this was never your city or your brothers. You were the little coward hiding in your bunker from your own reflection. I was born and raised her baby. If it's anyones city, it's mine.” Jeremiah seemed out of options. I would not back down anymore, no matter what he threatened to do to me. He produced a phone from his pocket, my phone. He unlocked it, bringing up my contacts list. He hit the green call button next to Eddie’s name…fuck. And this was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to drag people into my mess.

Jeremiah put the call on loudspeaker and waited. For once I was begging silently that Eddie didn’t pick up. “It’s a bit late for you to be calling me, isn’t it? Or do you need me to help you get to sleep again?” Came Ed’s voice, his tone playful and teasing. Jeremiah raised an eyebrow at me at Ed’s words. I now wished the floor would literally open and swallow me whole. “Emerald? Are you okay?” Ed asked, having not gotten a response. “She’s a little tied up right now, but I can leave her a message if you like,” Jeremiah responded. “Put her on the phone, I want to know she’s okay first.”

Jeremiah held the phone out to me, giving into Ed’s demands. “Eddie, I’m okay. Whatever he wants don’t give it to hi-“ Jeremiah cuts me off by covering my mouth with his free hand. “You're not in a position to make any rules here, Emerald. If he wants you alive, then he’ll do as he’s told,” Jeremiah explained matter-of-factly. Jeremiah pulled his hand away and got to his feet, pacing as he continued the conversation with Ed. “Listen closely, in 48 hours I will text you a location and a time. I expect you to come alone. If I hear so much as a fucking squawk from that bird loving fuck, it's all over. Understood?” Jeremiah explained.

Oswald squawking sounded about right. Ed begrudgingly agreed to his terms and Jeremiah hung up without another word. “You know what Emerald. I think he really cares about you. I think you’ve finally gotten yourself a keeper,” Jeremiah spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm, like he was about to make a joke. “I know you want to make a joke about it and I know you will. But I mean, for once you're right. He is a keeper, unlike yourself.” “That’s why I have to give you both a perfect ending. A tragic ending for such a tragic story. Would you rather die in his arms or the other way around?”

“Touch him and I swear you’ll regret it.” “Got it. You’ll be the one dying in his arms.” “At least I won’t have to put up with your bullshit anymore.” Jeremiah pocketed my phone again before heading back up the stairs and closing the door. I heard the lock slide into place and settled back down against the wall. This would probably be the longest 48 hours of my life.

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I awoke on something softer this time, no cuffs around my wrists. My eyelids fluttered open, and I put my hand out to protect them from the harsh bright light. Soon my eyes adjusted, and I found myself laying on hay. The walls were red and white stripped. It took me a second to realise it was a circus tent. Great, so now he was taking the clown thing literally. Although this felt very reminiscent of when I’d met Jerome. Beside me was a small open box contacting Jeromes switchblade and a circus ticket. The date on the ticket read 1/2/2015. The date my parents had taken me to the circus, the night I had met Jerome. I guess I would need it for something and slipped it in the pocket of my jeans. I took the blade and flicked it open, looking around cautiously for anything else.

There was a giggling sound from outside. I frowned, it didn’t sound human. The tent opening flapped in the wind and I caught a glimpse of two hyenas. They stopped, sniffing the air before turning their heads in my direction. I remained calm even as they snarled at me, now entering the tent. I kept eye contact and waited for them to come to me. Jeremiah thought they’d probably tear me apart limb from limb. They probably would have…if his brother hadn't taught me how to handle animals like this. They bared their teeth at me, stalking closer and closer. I remained standing, smiling softly. The larger one reached me first, sniffing me again before nuzzling its head against my leg affectionately. My smile turned to a grin, and I reached down to pet it.

The second one nuzzled my hand, demanding affection. They were probably hungry, that’s why they had gone on the defensive. This gave me an extra layer of defence for whatever else I encountered tonight, which put me at ease a little. They followed me out of the tent, stopping when I did. The whole area was set up like a circus, different tents and stools together. Bright, colourful lights hung between the walkways and carnival music played. I could even smell popcorn and cotton candy. Yet it was completely deserted. Cautiously I continued through the walkway, the hyenas following me. Jeremiahs plans had been becoming more elaborate and theatrical lately, but even this was a lot for him.

We reached a clearing in the walkway, tents and stalls now in a circle around us. Well, there were three different ways to go. Before I could decide which route to take, however, a clown approached from the opposite pathway on a trike. He stopped the trike in the middle of the circle and honked his horn. The hyenas growled, baring their teeth at the clown. Suddenly bursting from the surrounding tents and stools were more clowns, brandishing their weapons. The hyenas circled me protectively, waiting to see who would make the first move. Tightening my grip on my blade, I also waited, looking from clown to clown.

They all were carrying bats of some sort, some wooden, some steel. There were five clowns in total. So this was the warm up crowd. The hyenas went after the two clowns behind me, leaving me with the remaining three. The clown on the trike remained where he was, letting the other two advance on me. The one in white swung the bat at me and I ducked low, jabbing the blade into his thigh. He cried out in pain, stepping back and letting the other one try and get a hit in. This one went for an overhead swing, making him slower than the first. Quickly, I slashed across his chest, red blood staining his yellow costume. They were obviously hired goons, meaning they pretty much useless in an actual fight. Goons were hired muscle, nothing more, they were all show and no brains.

The first one came back at me for another round although he was now limping meaning he would be slower. The bat whistled through the air, barely missing my legs. The second one struck my shoulder, knocking me backwards but thankfully not on my ass. I ducked as they both swung at me, their bats clashing together. I kicked the first one, aiming for his thigh wound. As he backed off once again I lunged at the second one. Both of us fell to the dirt, but I didn’t give him a chance to get his bearings as I slashed his throat open. Blood raised to the surface, pouring out of the wound and down his neck. The first one swung for my head, but I reached back, catching the bat mid swing. I wrenched it from his grip and threw it. Climbing off the second clowns corpse I advanced on now weaponless brute.

He put his hands out to defend himself and block my attack. I forced my blade through his hand, forcing a cry from him. I pushed the blade and his hand back further until the blade buried itself into the clown's eye. Finally, I removed the knife, turning to the clown on the trike. The hyenas were back at my side, blood staining the fur across their faces. The clown quickly turned on his trike and went back the way he came. Only the hyenas chased after him. And like hell he’d be able to pedal fast enough. The other two clowns laid in the grass, bloody and chewed. I knew this would only be the start of whatever Jeremiah had planned for me.

There was an arrow sign, pointing to the right. I took the path, constantly checking my surroundings. Up ahead in bright lights was the entrance to a mirror maze. More arrows were pointing to it, giving me my destination. I didn’t like the idea of going in there with only Jeromes switchblade. Who knows what the hell I would encounter in there? I reached the entrance and paused for a few moments as if to ready myself. Here goes nothing.

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riot3672 · 4 years

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A Reylo Retrospective, I Guess

I was thinking of doing this anyway after TROS came out, but I feel like it hits kind of differently in light of what TROS actually was and how the discourse has continued to blow up after everything. So this will be rambly, but hopefully have a point or something.

I’m one of those OG Reylo shippers. Like I saw TFA the night it came out and saw the potential romance from the tendrils and a lot of literature theory based analysis. I happened to be someone who loves villains, and the dynamic of a scrappy orphan-turned-Force user from nowhere having an important dynamic with a fallen prince of a mountain of legacy was....wow. Incredible.

So I wrote fic practically the night after the movie came out called CAVED. I followed Reylo blogs. And miraculously, my fic became more popular than anything I’d ever done and the fellow English nerd, villain-loving people I found on Tumblr and AO3 were some of the most positive, smart people I’d seen in fandom. But along with that, there was the hate. I somehow made it enough under the radar to never get online hate despite the fanfic and reblogging Reylo stuff, but I’d read every word of fandom discourse and the way Reylos were bullied. It discouraged me, really, from ever interacting with the fandom beyond reading and reblogging.

2015 passed. Then came 2016. I got a new roommate for college, one who apparently followed me on Tumblr and vehemently expressed how much she disliked Reylo. I shrugged it off. I wasn’t planning on engaging with fandom discourse in my own home, thank you very much. And I was nice to the roommate -- she was a fine person overall, and invited her out with my friends for a trivia night. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, she looks to my friends and says, “you guys know Carlyn’s a Reylo right? That she supports incest and abuse?” Whether it was a joke or not, I found myself floored, completely dumbstruck that someone would actually say the vile shit antis say to people online in real life. And to my friends. Of course, my friends didn’t really engage, but it was something I’ll never forget. But 2016 passed, 2017 came along and we weren’t roommates the following year.

I’d continue to just watch from the sidelines and work on original fiction. When TLJ came around, I said I’d write another ridiculous fic and see what Rian Johnson did to the movies. And Jesus, was that movie incredible. I’d admit, I remember wishing that Ben would turn at the end of that movie, but I figured JJ was on Rian’s wavelength and we’d get a Zuko-level redemption for Ben. There seemed like so many damn ways they could do it. I was hyped from TLJ and all the new Reylos, excited for 2019 to come. And, of course, I wrote my fanfic.

And I’m not going to say there wasn’t some level of joy in watching Bendemption or the Reylo kiss. In fact, my Reylo friend and I were crushing each other’s hands and squealing in a silent theater during the kiss. I rode that high for hours. I was right. We were right. All the romantic coding was real, the narrative doesn’t see this as abuse, there was a kiss. I got one chapter of the 3rd fanfic written.

And then just kinda stopped. I started reading analyses, and just got more and more angry. Why wasn’t TROS as good as it could’ve been? I started analyzing every arc and story beat, and none were good beyond my obvious dissatisfaction with the interrupted progression of Reylo from the first half of the film, Rey Palpatine, and Ben’s death. And truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with how the film was made or how the discourse is creeping back in for no reason.

But there are a few things I plan to bring into the New Year.

- I’d love to actually get more Reylo mutuals and interact with them. I love you all and have loved you for years. Who cares if it gets me on the radar of antis.

- I’m taking everything I’ve learned from what I loved about Reylo and what I wanted Reylo to be and putting it into my original fiction. I’ll never be the writer to my fans that JJ is to us.

- Maybe I’ll actually finish my third Reylo fanfic for my own dumb trilogy.

But overall, just wanted to say you guys are the best. We were right, and one day writers will actually follow through on what dynamics like this can be. Hopefully one day I can be one of them.

(Link to the Reylo series if anyone’s interested.)

#reylo #ben solo #an unproofread ramble #tros spoilers

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littlepancake · 5 years

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When did you realize that you were gay?

Wooh duggles!! Let me start this by saying, it was a wild and sad ride for the most part, and if you’ll indulge me, I’d love to share my story a little more in depth. But let me answer your question now, in case you don’t want to hear the whole story, which is totally cool, my friend! I pretty much new at age 14 that I liked girls. I remember I would often look at girls...in certain places. I would convince myself I was staring because I was comparing myself, wishing I could look like them. And in some ways, that’s true, but it’s not the whole truth. There had always been more to it than that. Actually, I have a distinct memory of fourth grade when one of the girls in my class who had developed super early, caught my eye a lot. And again, even then, I told myself it was because I was envious, waiting for certain assets to come on in and grace my chest with a more womanly figure. But again, not so black and white.

I’m from New York, so most people probably think it’s super easy to be out of the closet here! Well, yes and no. Depends where in New York you’re from. So from ages 14 to 18, I was obviously in middle school and then in high school. The years were 2006 to 2010. And I live on Long Island, and Long Island is notoriously conservative. Not necessarily radically so, but it was conservative enough that if rumors or inklings even spread around your school that you might play for the same team, it was turned into a joke, or people avoided you all together. And while I’ll argue nobody in my school had any genuine proof I liked girls, other than deciding so because I dressed different and was definitely always marching to the beat of my own drummer (I was voted daringly different in senior year lmao), it automatically set the assumption that she must be a lesbian! Which in retrospect, is so stupid. The town I grew up, was very cookie cutter. Everyone dressed and acted the same. But me, and along with a small percentage of kids, chose to go against the norms. I know that sounds like I’m trying to make me and these kids seem edgy, but I literally just mean we didn’t really do what everyone else did, nor did we dress like it.

I was very afraid to come out because of the fact that people really weren’t so nice about it. You’d be laughed at, made fun of, called homophobic names and such. I knew a few girls who were in older grades (one of which flirted with me frequently and I secretly loved it every time) that were out and proud. That didn’t stop anyone from trying to bring them down, turn them into a joke. It was awful. We weren’t even allowed to have a GSA club. The staff argued ‘we’d have to give a club to EVERYONE if we let you guys make a GSA club’. So dumb. But anyway, I tried very very hard to play straight for years. I even had a few boyfriends. But that honestly never stopped anyone from ridiculing me, and I just wasn’t ready. I actually have a very distinct memory of senior year. My science class was preparing to watch a movie, so I placed my books under my desk because we weren’t going to need them. And as I got comfortable in my seat, the tip of my shoe brushed against the back of the girl sitting in front of me. I remember her name, I remember she hung out with the ‘popular crowd’, I remember her face, I remember her voice...and I remember her words. To this very day. She turned to her friend, referred to her friend by her last name and she said, out loud for me and everyone else to hear, “Schultz. She touched me. She just fuckin’ touched me.” And as her friend started laughing, she continued with, “I’m scared.” In a rude, sarcastic tone. I spent the rest of class wanting to hide, wanting to cry hysterically, but trying to contain myself.

But there were two people who got me through that very dark time. Because I spent six very long years stuck in that cramped little closet, too afraid to say anything to anyone. Tegan and Sara. I remember I used to just listen to music via youtube, and I would discover new artists by occasionally checking out the sidebar section that featured similar videos to the ones you watched. I was about fifteen when I saw a song titled I Hear Noises suggested to me. I clicked it, and fell in love with their sound...fell in love with their look (in the gay way lol). I read some of the comments, I did a bit of minor research, I learned all about them, and for five of those six long years, they were my secret obsession. Secret because I worried if anyone found out I liked their music they might think I was gay (heaven forbid)! And that’s such a silly way to think, but I was so insecure. So much so that when I would burn CD’s of their music, I would title the CD’s ‘90′s Chill Songs’. But they kept me company, kept me safe in that sad little closet. Because when I would come home from school, and I could listen to their music and escape to a place where I was dancing with a girl and not caring who could see me. I can still picture the girl I thought up in my mind to this day. I sometimes wonder if I would have survived those six long years if it weren’t for Tegan and Sara. Because every time my mind went dark, and I thought about doing something stupid, I would play one of their songs and imagine them sitting with me, consoling me, letting me know that they understand what I’m going through and that one day, they promise everything is gonna’ be okay. And then suddenly, I didn’t feel so alone and different anymore. I will argue they saved my life on multiple occasions.

I was even listening to them when I came out of the closet, finally, at age 20. But that’s a story for another ask, another day, perhaps. I’m so sorry I just rambled on, but I wanted to talk about this a little bit, mostly because it’s rare I ever really get to speak about these things regarding myself, you know? I don’t really have people that want to talk about this stuff really. So not a lot of people know what my journey was like. And stuff like this, it’s a big part of my life, it’s important to me. Anyway, feel free to reblog and share. Always remember to never be ashamed of who you are, but don’t reveal yourself until you’re ready. Never let anyone pressure you. No matter what.

#answered #lesbian #lgbt #tegan and sara #long post #personal #Anonymous

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Would you like some Pie?

Such a question may not mean much, heck I dont expect anyone to really get it, but it holds a bit of a special place in my mind. it was the first ask I ever sent on this site to an ask blog, followed up immeditaly with a pie to the face if they said yes.That was about seven years ago now. and its a bit saddening to see most of it potentionally go up in smoke in a few hours I’ve seen the vast majority of ups and down this sight has had, from the humble beginings of missing e to the yahoo buyout, and all the memes inbetween and beyond. I’ve seen the dumb and pointless additions to the lay out, (Fan Mail anyone?) and I’ve lived through the removal of a feature to try and fix something (Editable reblogs, good times) Yet I’ve always stuck through with this place, Knowing at the very least everyone will for the most part still be here. Its not just the techincall side that I’ve seen. The Touhou Rp Scene in particular I’ve seen Rise and fall a few times here. Starting all the way back with Art Ask Blogs like Askudonge, ask-kogasa, askmisskurodani, who ever did that one Flan Okuu joke fusion, Chenkari, and a good number of others. Heck its thanks to them that I finally figured out what Touhou actually was aside from a few of the few meme songs I found on Youtube and the Nico Nico Douga Melodys, and I’ll always be thankful for that. There were only a few really active ones and I showed up more towards the end of their run but I still managed to get a few asks in and have them answered. Even as they faded away and their artist moved on some still remained for a while longer, like Gensokyo-posts, before they to moved on, Leaving Mima-sama the last ghost standing in the void that is the dying art blog style. As the art blogs slowly came to an end, the RP scene bloomed, kind of like an evolution of the art blogs, just loosing the pictures and gaining more words. It was here that I truly found a home on this sight. I wanna say that I was part of the founding members of the Touhou Rp scene here as a result, but even then there were others before me, Like Geizt’s Yuuka, Dark’s Eirin, Dreamer’s Mokou, Wally’s Parsee, Amber’s Satori and Eri, Xana’s Marisa and Plop Snek, knowledge-and-shadow’s Patchouli, Sat’s Parsee, Volo’s... Volo. Daichi’s Ackness, Ritter’s Ritterness, I saw them and started interacting with them, getting a taste for Rping and enjoying it. Its thanks to Geizt’s Yuuka in particular that Cirno’s blog here even exists, as it was an off shoot of this weird rp involving Fairies going up to people and blowing themselves up. (Dont look for it, the idea is there but its not the best executed. I was new, cut me some slack) From there Cirno herself for a long where was a part of alot of the stuff going on around the Touhou rp scene here. From what I can remember and still find, alot of people enjoyed her cheerful attatude and her habit of just bringing a smile to people’s faces even get a good number of laughs as well. She made friends, a few rivals, even helped solve many issues of the dreaded affliction known as Heat. It was fun to just set her loose out in the world and see what would happen. Even as I to slowly stopped updating as much I still saw the rp verse on the dash, Cirno still piping in every now and again to just have some fun. Cirno grew into more than just a simple fairy for me, I guess she was the last part of my child like creativity still being active, enjoying the simple things in life and making the most out of what was dealt to her. I honestly can say she helped me get through a few rough years of my life while attending college. just something I can go to and find enjoyment in.when trying to compose myself. And I’ll forever thank her, and this blog for that. I guess that brings us to what will happen soon, the 17th purge. I honestly dont think Cirno will be deleted, anot alot to say that was bad on here, and I didnt plan on leaving when I heard the news, so I’ll still be around here letting Cirno poke her head into things and bring some more fun back to the world, but given the algorithems, who knows what may happen. In the worst case scenario and she is deleted, I just wantted to say that it has been a honor being on this site with you all, and getting to experience its best years with you all. I wish you all a wonderful life and thank you for all the Memories. Just remember, if anyone asks you if you want pie, remember to duck if you answer yes. You’re Truely, FrozenFairy. Frozen-mun.

#sfw #occ #thank you all #i apologize #for the grammar mistakes and if I missed a name or two #its been a long weekend for me #i need to sleep

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calligraphist-artemisia · 7 years

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Undefinable (Chapter 6)

Summary: High School AU. Lance likes Hunk. Hunk likes Lance. There should really be no problem there, except neither of them thinks the other knows they exist. Keith and Pidge just want their dumb friends to be happy but that won’t happen unless they can get them to talk. Rating: T Pairings: Kidge, Hance, and a little Shallura

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Also posted on fanfiction.net and archiveofourown

This is it. The last chapter. I want to thank everyone who liked and/or reblogged this fic. You guys are the reason I got chapters out so quickly! There's something really cheering about waking up to a new message on the first thing I've really enjoyed working on in almost a year. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

Chapter 6

Pidge looped her arms around Keith's neck as they swayed comfortably to the music. She knew she was sporting a goofy smile, but as Keith was having a very similar reaction to being able to dance together, she couldn't bring herself to care about how dopey she must look to her peers. She was determined to enjoy the moment for however long it lasted.

“This is nice,” Pidge murmured. “Us, like this. Not worrying about who sees us or what people might think.” Her smiled slipped a little. “I guess if we have to admit defeat, this is at least a nice way of doing it.”

Keith chuckled. “Who says we're admitting defeat? There's still plenty of prom left.”

“It's almost ten-thirty,” Pidge pointed out. “Any minute, Shiro will message Allura to tell her he's on the way. And then what? I can't force Lance to get into the van. And not just because he can easily pick me up and stop me! He's just...” She let her head fall gently on Keith's shoulder as they slowed down. “I wish I knew what to do. I'm so used to having all of the answers or at least being able to figure it out. But this? This is impossible.”

Keith was silent for a moment. “You know, everyone thought getting you and I to get along would be an impossible task. Even Shiro and Matt would have called it a challenge just to get us to be civil to each other. But look at us now.”

Pidge looked up and met his eyes, taken aback by his optimism.

“It's not impossible,” Keith said. “Sometimes, all it takes is a little nudge in the right direction.” He carefully turned them around, leaving Pidge with a clear view past him of Hunk and Lance as they (awkwardly) danced together.

Pidge's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. “But how? How did you do it?”

“I made a bet with Hunk. I told him if I could get you to agree to dance with me, he had to ask Lance for a dance too,” Keith explained, sounding immeasurably proud of himself.

Pidge stared at him in awe for a few more seconds before her expression morphed into one more of fond amusement. She quirked up one eyebrow. “A gentle nudge, huh?”

Keith shrugged. “Okay, so it's more like I shoved him into a pit with only one way to go. It worked, didn't it?”

As amusing as it all was, Pidge had to admit she was genuinely impressed. All of their other attempts had involved too many variables; there was so much that could have – and did – go wrong. Keith's success was because he relied on only two things happening: her agreeing to dance and the knowledge that Hunk was a man of his word.

“Huh...”

“Something wrong?” Keith asked.

Pidge shook her head. “Just realizing that I'm in love with an evil genius.”

Her heartbeat pounded to life in her ears following that statement. She could feel her cheeks reddening as Keith came to a complete stop and stared at her. For one heart-stopping moment, she thought he might pull away, but instead he readjusted his hands on her waist, closing the distance between them as he lightly kissed her on the lips.

The contact only lasted a few seconds before he withdrew and quietly whispered: “Well, I'm in love with an actual genius, so I might have you beat.”

The admission had Pidge grinning giddily as she eagerly pulled him down for another, much longer, kiss.

“I can't believe you danced with Keith,” Lance complained as he and Pidge sneaked around behind the curtains of the DJ booth. “And you kissed him! What gives, Pidge? You guys have hated each other since forever!”

“Shut up before you get us caught!” Pidge snapped in return, keeping her voice low. “Can we not talk about this now? Lets get through our prank and I promise we'll tell you guys everything!”

She had hoped Lance's euphoria over dancing with Hunk would have kept him on Cloud Nine for a little longer, but obviously she wasn't that lucky. Pidge wondered if Keith was having better luck with Hunk, or if he too was busy playing twenty questions. At least he had Allura to lend a hand.

Lance crouched down next to her. “So can you do it?”

Pidge scrutinized the different cables that ran across the floor and up into the booth in an uncoordinated jumble. “Maybe if you would give me a minute to – aha! Here, help me with this!”

It took the two a few minutes of precision unplugging and re-plugging, but soon the two were quickly and quietly absconding from the restricted area and congratulating each other on a successful mission.

“And now, to put it into motion!” Pidge gleefully withdrew a small device from her purse and held it out toward Lance. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Lance was more than happy to take it from her. “This is the best senior prank ever!” he declared. And then he pushed the button.

“So how many times did it play before anyone was able to stop it?” Shiro asked, sounding amused.

After declaring their prank a brilliant success, the five teens had left prom, unable to contain their laughter over watching the staff scramble to help the DJ get their song off choice to stop repeating. They all piled into Shiro's van and told him all about their night on their journey to UHOP, which was one of the only places still open at that time of night.

They had been seated quickly, sliding into one of the large booths located in the corner. Shiro and Allura were trapped together in the center, while Hunk and Lance took up the space to Shiro's right, and Pidge and Keith sat to Allura's left.

Pidge was too busy laughing at Shiro's question, but Lance was more than happy to carry on in her place. “We heard it four times before you got there. When we left, it was still going. And Pidge set it to loop endlessly, so it'll just go until they unplug everything!”

Hunk chuckled. “I still can't believe you two Rick Roll'd our prom. Everyone's going to talk about it for years.”

“Well after they took away all of our cool stuff for senior week, we knew we had to do something,” Lance said. “I had the idea, but Pidge is the true brains behind it!”

Pidge raised her glass in salute, her laughter having mostly died down.

Allura was still giggling. “I still can't get over the look on Coran's face when it started playing a second time. I hope it lives on forever in my memory.”

“I bet if you asked him nicely, he'd reenact the moment for you,” Keith joked.

Allura looked as though she was actually considering it.

“Okay, okay, our prank was cool and all, but how about we talk about the real story of prom,” Lance said, looking square at Pidge and Keith. “What the quiznak is going on between you two?”

“What do you mean?” Pidge asked, purposefully playing dumb.

Lance inhaled deeply, preparing to go off on a long-winded spiel about how he could always tell when she wasn't being truthful with him, but Hunk beat him to it.

“You're dating,” he said, sounding astonished. “But then... then that means...”

Keith realized his friend was struggling to get his words in order and decided to lend him some help. “It means I knew Katie would agree to a dance, and that I also knew Lance wouldn't turn you down.”

“We've been working together since January to try and get you two together,” Pidge explained. “We didn't think coming right out and telling you would work out very well, so we tried other things.”

Lance had the look of someone who was finally fitting all of the pieces of a particularly tricky puzzle in place. “Wait, so all of those blind dates... and the double dates...”

Pidge nodded. “And just when we thought we had both of you convinced, you both backed out. On the same day. Honestly, there was a period of about a week where we were sure you guys had caught on and were just messing with us. It would have been funny, actually, if you two were trying to get us together at the same time.”

Hunk frowned. “You said since January, so is that how long you've been dating? Or was it before then?”

“It was after that. Sometime in February,” Keith said.

“So basically, Hunk and I are the reason you two started dating?” Lance asked.

“Partly,” Pidge admitted.

Keith shrugged. “Mostly.”

Allura looked at them curiously. “You know, neither of you ever told me exactly how you started dating, just that you grew close while playing matchmaker.” She got twin blank stares in return and huffed in frustration. “There's got to be more to the story than that! How did it really happen?”

“I'm with Allura,” Lance spoke up. “How did you go from not being able to stand each other to deciding to date?”

“We weren't fighting at the time and we got along pretty well while we were working together. Then we found out we have some similar interests and from there it just sort of... happened,” Pidge said.

Keith stretched his arm out behind her, letting her tuck in close and comfortable by his side.

“That is the least romantic thing you've ever told me,” Lance informed his friend.

“This coming from the one who couldn't find the courage to ask out the boy he likes? Oh no, you're not allowed to comment on my love life!” Pidge exclaimed.

Lance avoided everyone's gaze by staring down at his menu, pretending to peruse it in search of something he wanted to eat. As he'd already announced his choice the moment they hopped out of the van, his act wasn't fulling anyone.

Hunk reached over and laid his hand over top of Lance's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Actually, Lance asked me to go see a movie.”

Lance lifted his head, excited by the reminder. “I did do that. Ha, see! I did ask Hunk out!”

“Only after he asked you to dance! That doesn't count!” Pidge retorted.

“Alright, enough, you two,” Shiro ordered before their bickering could escalate. To his relief, he was further backed up by their server as she approached the table with notepad in hand.

Even after that, all arguments fell to the wayside as the six enjoyed good food and each others company.

The grass felt strangely comforting under his bare feet as he made his way across the lawn. Keith's eyes were focused solely on the old picnic table in the Holt's backyard, where a lone figure sat with her face turned toward the starry sky.

“Are you running away?” Pidge's voice rang out clear between them, tinged with amusement. She lowered her eyes from the sky to smile in his direction.

“Depends. Are you going to come with me?” Keith asked in reply. He stepped up onto the picnic table and sat down next to her.

Pidge laughed. “It's tempting. Is it mean that I think we deserve a vacation away from our friends?”

“Well, there is our camping trip in two weeks,” Keith pointed out.

Pidge was torn. On the one hand, they were actually going out somewhere to search for their local cryptid, which was a dream come true. On the other hand, it meant being outside under the bright summer sun, dealing with bugs and allergies and the outdoors for at least three days. She wasn't a person meant for outdoor living.

Keith read her expression easily and chuckled. “Don't worry. It won't be that bad.”

“Well it won't be a vacation,” Pidge grumbled. “And that's easy for you to say. You actually like all that camping stuff. Can't I just – I dunno – stay in the car the whole time? You can go out and run wild and free in the woods and I'll just sit there in the car and do research.”

“Do research?” Keith repeated, sounding amused. “With no internet?”

Pidge crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.

It wasn't the first time they'd had that conversation. It would not be the last.

“So, do you think they've remembered our bedrooms are directly across from each other?” Keith asked, changing the subject.

“Undoubtedly,” Pidge replied. “We should probably get back inside and pry them away if we want to get any sleep tonight.”

Keith nonchalantly wrapped an arm around her. “In a minute. Let's just enjoy the peace and quiet for now.”

Pidge hummed as she snuggled against him. She had no qualms with spending a few extra minutes with her boyfriend.

“I love you, Katie Holt,” Keith whispered.

Pidge pulled away so she could meet his eyes. With one hand, she gently caressed his face. “I love you too, Keith Shirogane,” she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

-Earlier That Year, February 13-

It wasn't the first time one of their planning days ran a little over time. Keith really had meant to go home once night fell, but then Pidge started to go off on some convoluted plan involving help from Allura and some other friends and he had to talk her down before she could get too carried away with it. Before either of them knew it, it was nearly eleven – the time Pidge's parents were supposed to arrive home.

“Ugh,” Pidge groaned, falling backwards on her bed. “Maybe you're right. We should just lock them in a room together until they talk. I bet I could hack into the elevator. That always works in movies, right?”

“But how would we get them both into the elevator? The second Hunk sees Lance, there's no way he's going in there,” Keith said.

There was the sound of the front door shutting and quiet voices downstairs.

Pidge sat up with a start. “Did you hear that? Shit, what time is it?” A glance at her bedside alarm showed the time to be just before eleven. She exchanged a panicked look with Keith when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

She cursed under her breath as she debated what to do. If her parents came into her room and saw Keith, they were screwed. Everyone would know they were getting along and then there would be no escape from joint family events.

Keith enjoyed watching her quietly panic right up until the moment she decided the best course of action to take was to shove him off the back of her bed, so he was sandwiched between it and the wall.

“Katie?” Colleen called out in concern, knocking on the door. “Are you still awake?”

“Y-yeah, mom! Just getting ready for bed!” Pidge replied.

“Alright. Sweet dreams, honey!”

Pidge didn't relax until she heard her mom's footsteps retreat to the other end of the hall. “Okay, Keith. It's safe now.”

There was no response.

Pidge frowned and leaned over the front of her bed, hanging upside down to try and see what he was doing under her bed. She was greeted by the sight of nothing but empty space. “Keith?”

“What is this?”

Pidge pulled herself back up straight as she felt his weight settle beside her on the bed. There was the obvious rustle of paper as he started unfolding something.

“A map?” Keith raised an eyebrow.

A heated wave of embarrassment flooded Pidge's system as she realized what he'd found. She glared at him, reaching over to take it back from him. She couldn't let him see it. If Keith found out what she was researching, he'd never stop teasing her for it. “It's none of your business, Shirogane! Give it back!”

Keith easily held it out of her reach, though he did have to use one hand to hold her back from lunging across him. He shook it open to try and get a better look. “So we're back to last names, Holt?”

Pidge scowled. “We wouldn't be if you weren't such a dick!”

Keith rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the map. He instantly recognized the area, having spent many hours meticulously going over data and marking precise points on his own map. What was startling, was that Pidge's map shared many of those same points – perhaps all the same. Except...

“Give me a pen,” Keith demanded.

“Excuse me?” Pidge angrily hissed. “Why should I give you anything?”

Keith really hoped he was right about what the map was for. The last thing he needed was for Pidge to have something new to hold against him. “You're missing a few places. They're newer, so maybe you haven't had time to add them, but there was one sighting on the southeastern edge of the forest, two in the north, just into Arus, and another on the western border.”

Pidge stared at him, her eyes wide.

Keith's stomach twisted uncomfortably. He was so sure he'd just messed up. Any second, she'd demand to know what he meant by “sighting” and even if he refused to tell her the truth, she was smart enough to figure it out on her own.

Pidge tore her eyes away to lean over and rummage through the drawer of her bedside table. When she straightened up, she had three different pens in her hand. “Show me,” she demanded.

Keith nodded and laid down the map, smoothing it out on the bed. “Okay, so the one in the southeast is the newest rumor. The post didn't have an exact location, just a general area of about five miles.”

Pidge handed over her black pen.

Keith carefully circled an area of the forest, growing a little more confident as she scooted over next to him, her eyes focused intently on the map. He cleared his throat, praying he wouldn't start to blush at her proximity. She really was very pretty when she wasn't glaring at him.

“You said it was spotted in Arus?” Pidge asked.

Keith nodded. “Here,” he said, pointing to the northernmost tip of Galra Forest, where it crossed over from Galra County into Arus County. “The first sighting was last month and the most recent one was a week ago, around here.” He moved his finger over slightly.

“That's about a ten mile difference...” Pidge murmured, handing over a green pen. “What about the last one? You said it was to the west? That's the closest it's ever come to us.”

“It's also the most disputed sighting,” Keith said. “The forum is still arguing about the authenticity, since it's so far from its usual range. I'd go in and argue that the whole forest is within its range, but that's not good enough for some people.”

Pidge rolled her eyes. “That commander guy is an asshole. He's just there to stir up dissent. I try not to pay attention to anything he has to say.”

“Neither do I, but there are some who still take him seriously. It makes it harder to have reasonable discussions with the whole group,” Keith said with a sigh. “It just figures that my usual discussion partner hasn't been on in over a month. Not that I blame them after the way Commander Asshole went after them.”

Pidge jerked her head up in surprise. “You're not... you're RedPaladin!”

“Yeah, but how did you-? Wait, you're Gunderson?” Keith's jaw dropped at the revelation.

For a moment, all they could do was stare at each other in shock. And then Keith began to laugh. Pidge soon joined him, covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise. Her shoulders shook from the effort of trying to hold it back.

The two soon collected themselves and some time was spent having an enjoyable conversation about their theories on the Galra Forest Cat Monster. Before they knew it, an hour had gone by.

It took a low buzz from Pidge's phone as she received a message for them to take a break and realize the time.

“After midnight. I should get home,” Keith said reluctantly.

“Oh, um, if you want. It's not like we have school tomorrow,” Pidge replied, grabbing her phone from where it had been hidden beneath her pillow. She unlocked it to see a new message from Lance.

From: Lance | Happy Valentines Day to the best girl friend ever!

Pidge snorted at the deliberate separation of “girl” and “friend”. She quickly sent back a message: Happy Valentines day, Lance. She then tossed her phone aside.

She had forgotten what day it was. Pidge couldn't help but feel there was some karmic force at work, for her and Keith to push past their truce to actually build a friendship on Valentines Day, of all days.

“Something funny?” Keith asked as he stood up.

Pidge shrugged as she busied herself with refolding the map. “Lance just reminded me it's now Valentines Day, is all.”

“Huh.” Keith was silent for a moment, staring at her with an unreadable expression. Then he stepped forward, took one of her hands in his own, and bowed his head to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Goodnight, Katie,” he quietly said.

Then he released her hand, turned, and left.

Pidge stared at the space he'd occupied for a long time, trying to calm her racing heart.

THE END

This fic is now completed, but I'm not done with this universe yet. This is not the end.

#voltron #fanfiction #kidge #hance #shallura #high school au #prom night #last chapter

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