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hoodoo12 · 1 year

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Jobby

Seeing the tour sparked an idea . . .

NSFW, mostly PWP. Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn x gen neutral reader! Established throuple.

Both the Bman and Dewey are Collette-flavored.

Enjoy!

You’d gotten used to lots of loud noises in the apartment: guitar (played pretty well), drums (played poorly but with enthusiasm), video games of mostly the first-person shooter type, and the occasional “discussions” that were “passionate.” And snoring. All of that was a typical day in a household with a rocker who had a part time job as a teacher and a ghost who had a full time job (he said) as a bio-exorcist.

You had no idea what a bio-exorcist’s job actually entailed, since Beetlejuice mostly seemed to hang out at Dewey’s place.

But that was neither here nor there at the moment. Silence in the apartment didn’t necessarily mean peaceful, especially if the two of them were giving each other the old passive-aggressive ignoring each other like they were five year olds throwing a combined tantrum.

It could mean Dewey was asleep and Beetlejuice was leaving him alone, however. So instead of calling for either of them, you moved quietly from the door down the hallway, where it opened up into the living room.

Dewey was on the couch but most definitely not sleeping. On the floor in front of him, on his knees, kneeled the ghost. While Beetlejuice had discarded his jacket and his suspenders had been pushed off his shoulders, every other piece of his standard ensemble was present. Dewey’s t-shirt, however, was rucked high on his chest, all the way up to his collar bones. Even from across the room you could tell his nipples had had attention; they were darker than normal and still pebbled. His pants were turned inside out with his underwear caught inside; all of that mass of clothing happened to still be attached to one ankle.

Neither noticed you spying. Eyes closed, Dewey’s head tipped back to the cushion behind him. His free hand splayed on his own bare thigh, his fingers leaving indents in the flesh; the other had threaded into the mess of Beetlejuice’s hair. Beetlejuice himself had both arms under Dewey’s thighs, wrapped around his legs, hoisting his hips slightly upward. It was a position designed to give him better access; you knew that because the specter had wrapped you up in the same hold when he used his mouth on you. Dewey had managed to lift one leg over Beetlejuice’s shoulder. From past experience you also knew that was a common trick Dewey did to keep his lover close while being sucked off.

Soft wet sounds matched the smooth bobbing of Beetlejuice’s head. Dewey matched them with moans, a combination that could have been obscenely lewd if the two of them weren’t so obviously enjoying themselves.

To see Dewey, someone who hid his low self-esteem with a sour-grapes mentality like he didn’t actually care, simply allowing this to happen was a big step. Typically he’d insist on something mutual; his self-worth could be tied to making sure he gave, even if giving went against his own wants and needs. For him to sit back and relish the attention made you smile.

Minutely, Dewey relaxed. His hand gave a little push downward on Beetlejuice’s head, and the specter began blowing him again.

And for Beetlejuice, as crude and as demanding as the ghost could be, for him to be so attentive without immediate satisfaction was a big step forward too. From the flush that had bloomed on Dewey’s chest, he’d been going down on him for a while, not a speedy wham-bam-thank-you-man-now-it’s-my-turn kind of ambush. Slow and deliberate, his head moved steadily and you could only imagine the amount of spit that pooled under Dewey’s legs. At least they put a blanket down first.

It wasn’t often sex in the household was a twosome. Even if it started between just two, the third party would be welcomed in. You found that being able to watch, however, gave you vicarious arousal in the pit of your stomach. To see the Dewey and Beetlejuice so soft, so intimate, was a special treat. Even if your hand did wander down between your legs.

Dewey gasped a little louder and dropped his head. “Oh, I-I’m gonna come!” he said in a strained voice.

Beetlejuice paused at the top of his motion, giving Dewey a moment to collect himself. Although you were across the room, you knew the feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, seconds away from ejaculation. You knew that even though he stopped, Beetlejuice couldn’t hold completely still; his tongue was most likely flicking the head of the cock between his lips. You didn’t know if Dewey was so far gone that minor licking stimulation would be enough to send him over the edge--

fin--

You wasted the opportunity to step back, out of sight, during those seconds. Since you’d held your breath in anticipation and didn’t, when Dewey opened his eyes he saw you standing there.

Instead of acting embarrassed or ashamed they’d be caught, he stretched out the hand not tangled in Beetlejuice’s hair to you. Quickly, you crossed the room and settled beside him on the couch. Your arousal increased as though the carnal activity of the two of them fed you.

Beetlejuice’s eyes had been closed too, but at the shifting of the cushions he lifted them to yours. His typically smokey blue eyes were almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, showcasing his own lust as well. If you turned to look at Dewey, you knew his eyes would look the same. You’d marveled before how their eyes matched. But you couldn’t draw your gaze away from Beetlejuice; his lips formed a perfect seal around Dewey’s cock and, as you’d expected, his lower jaw and Dewey’s pubic hair were shiny and soaked with excess spit. As the specter continued with his eyes locked on yours, his cheeks hollowed and relaxed during various parts of his up-and-down cycle.

“He looks so good, sucking you off,” you said, reaching forward to push your hand through the the rat’s nest that was Beetlejuice’s hair as well.

“Mmm-hmm,” Dewey agreed. Apparently those four stuttered words he’d uttered were the last he could string together.

Beetlejuice hummed too. You’d have expected him to throw his voice or switch to a hand--not one holding Dewey’s legs, of course! Just a third hand from out of wherever!--on Dewey’s cock so he could answer you properly. He didn’t. For him to be so intently focused at the task at hand, er, in mouth made you smile at the two of them again.

You hadn’t meant to interrupt and didn’t want to distract. Still, you put your head down on Dewey’s chest, your ear over his heart, and watched. Beetlejuice didn’t drop his gaze, keeping it firmly on yours even as his pace increased. With Dewey’s heart rate matching the suck and pull at his cock, even though literally nothing was happening to you the sound in your ear and the ghost’s direct stare made your lower stomach and groin tingle. You wouldn’t have ever thought you had a voyeuristic bent, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked it.

This time when Dewey announced he was going to come, Beetlejuice didn’t stop. Finally breaking eye contact with you, he took Dewey all the way to his balls and held there. If you’d had your hand under his jaw you were sure you’d have felt him still moving his tongue against the cock buried in his mouth, but you stayed as still as the other two.

After a moment when everything was completely still, Dewey groaned loudly as every muscle tensed. Beetlejuice remained frozen, you didn’t move, both of you allowing Dewey to enjoy his orgasm to the fullest. Only after he began to relax again did the specter gently back off his cock.

Shiny and throbbing in time with his heartbeat, Dewey’s cock fell back to his dripping pubic hair. Knowing he could be extra sensitive after he came, you made a mental note to get up to retrieve a tissue in a moment. Before then, you moved your hand from the side of Beetlejuice’s head and brought your fingers down along his jawline. It was slick with spit.

Beetlejuice grinned and kissed your palm, then made a show of wiping his beard in your hand.

“Gimme a kiss, baby? For a job well done?”

You leaned forward to give him his reward. Just before your lips met his, however, he said,

“I meant Dewey. But you’ll do.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him anyway, dipping your tongue between his lips to savor the earthy flavor combination of him and Dewey mixed together.

“I bet Dewey’ll kiss you if you get a Kleenex,” you suggested.

Beetlejuice sighed, “I have to do everything around here,” but there was no irritation behind it. He pushed away from the couch and went to find a box.

Splayed and mostly undressed, Dewey hadn’t opened his eyes yet. His cock had started becoming softer, with a thin line of post-climax come oozing from the tip.

“Gonna take a nap, Finn?”

“Sounds good,” he murmured.

“Well, clean up first and then you can snooze. I’ll wake you for dinner.”

Sleepily he asked, “Is it my birthday?”

“Nope. Just happy Dewey Finn day.”

He cracked open his eyelids just enough to see you, smiled and nodded.

nope

(that would be the end, except Beetlejuice overheard the whole, “happy Dewey Finn day” and shouts from the other room, “What about me?!” So you agree to take care of his “needs”--which is always the same thing, a little suck, a little fuck, a little desperate discussion as to if he should come inside you or on you--while Dewey naps. Then later in the evening, both of them ambush you and give you the best spiritual rogering you’ve ever had.)

#Beetlejuice #Dewey Finn #Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn #Beetlejuice x reader #Dewey Finn x reader #Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn x reader #School of Rock #writing #fanfiction

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hellowhisperingstars · 2 years

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Soft Kitty

Summary: You get high with Eddie and come to realize something with the help of some cats. Eddie finds you adorable.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 1220

Warnings: Smoking, fluff, high reader

It was a beautiful Sunday in Hawkins and you found yourself lazily lying on Eddie's bed reading his well loved edition of The Hobbit, while he sat on the edge of his mattress with his guitar settled on his lap. His fingers flying expertly up and down the strings playing a song you don’t know the name of. His humming made you look up from the old pages with a loving grin.

After a few more bars, Eddie looked up at you with a smile as he let the last cord play out. “How’s the book, Sweetheart?”

“It’s great,” You said with a grin, putting the old receipt from the gas station between the pages to save your place, dropping it on the bed next to you. “Bilbo just left on his adventure. Is this book going to make me cry?”

“It might.” He said with a laugh as he stood from the bed to put his guitar back on the wall in front of the mirror. Grabbing his black metal lunch box he pops the lid, digging through it a moment before pulling out a joint, waggling it between two fingers at you. “Wanna sit on the couch outside and smoke? I just got a new strain from Rick called Blue Goo. He says it's his best yet, and I wanted to try it before I start selling it."

“Won’t your neighbors be pissed at the smell?”

“Most of them buy from me so...” Eddie smirked, placing the joint between his lips and pulling the zippo from his pocket. Flicking the lighter to life he held it up to the end and took a breath getting the joint started before tossing the zippo onto his dresser and holding his ring covered hand out for you. The other pulled the joint from his lips letting out a small stream of smoke as he breathed out. “Come on babydoll.”

Getting up off the bed you took the hand he offered as he led you from his room to the side door leading out to the porch attached to the front of the house. Opening the door he let you out first before he joined you, closing the door with a small click. You move to the right of the door and check on the bowl of water and food you leave out for the stray cats by the old arm chair before making your way to sit on the floor in front of Eddie as he got comfortable on the couch.

Eddie took another hit before he handed the joint down to you as you leaned against his jean clad legs. His hands raked through your hair as he breathed out. “The couch is more comfortable ya know.”

“I like the floor,” You said with a shrug, making Eddie's oversized sweater you stole fall off one shoulder as you took your turn with the joint. Letting the smoke fill your lungs, your head already starting to feel a little fuzzy from the beginnings of the high. Leaning your head back against Eddie's knees you motioned for him to get closer so you could give him a kiss and breathe the smoke into his mouth.

Chuckling at you, Eddie blew the smoke into the air, taking the joint from your fingers as he let his head fall back against the couch, his eyes closed with a sigh. "Not bad."

You nodded in agreement as you looked over the quiet trailer park. It was surprising for such a nice day that no one was out but it didn’t bother you in the slightest. Your head started to feel all light and floaty as the drugs took effect. Hearing a noise to your right you cracked a wide smile when two of the stray cats made an appearance to grab some food and water. "Hi babies!"

One of the two, a calico you had named Pebbles, looked up at you both with a happy meow as she trotted over to rub herself on your bare legs, your pj shorts hidden under your sweater.

"Haven't seen them in a while." Eddie said, looking down at the cat you were petting. Smiling at the happy giggle you let out as the other cat, a little brown one you named Bam Bam, came over for some attention. Taking another pull from the joint, Eddie leaned forward his arms on his thighs. "Pebbles and Bam Bam. Where've you two been huh?"

Reaching up you take the joint from the boy behind you placing it between your lips as you take a breath using both hands to pet each cat equally. "On adventures."

You giggled again as you both watched as the two cats wandered away from you over towards the food, getting bored of the attention quickly. They ate and drank their fill as you passed the joint between the two of you, still watching them as they played.

Pebbles and Bam Bam purred as they rubbed and nuzzled against each other clearly comfortable with the presence of the other and in your floaty headed state you couldn’t help but get a little sad. Their fur was so soft. You would never know what it felt like to be a soft cat rubbing up against another soft cat. Taking your last hit you passed the joint up and back to Eddie for him to kill it. Pouting, your lip started to wobble as you sniffed, quiet tears catching on your lashes.

Eddie looked down at you quickly when he heard your sniffle, concern filled his voice. "Baby, are you okay? Did you burn yourself?"

"No," You mumbled with a shake of your head letting the smoke leave your lungs in a slow stream.

Blinking at you, Eddie killed the joint, snuffing it out on the ashtray on the couch's arm. Leaning forward he ran his hands over your hair using it to pull your head back gently against his knees so he could look down at you. "What happened sweetheart?"

"You're going to think it's stupid." You said in a watery voice. "You'll laugh at me."

"I promise I won't."

"I'm sad cause they are so soft and we'll never know what it feels like to be two soft kitties rubbing against each other." You cried, little rivers of eyeliner and mascara starting to fall down the sides of your face.

Eddie bit his lip trying to hide the amused laugh that wants to bust out of him. Both of you were far too high, and he couldn't keep it in. Laughter bubbled out, making him throw his head back against the couch.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" You screeched as you turned around onto your knees to face him, your hands on his thighs for balance as your head swam.

"I'm sorry!" Eddie couldn't stop laughing. The idea was just too funny and you were just too cute being all sad about it. "I'm sorry, baby!"

"You're so mean!"

"You, my little kitten," He chuckled, booping your nose with his finger. His own tears, from laughing, running down his cheeks. "Are adorable."

"You better not tell anyone this." You grumbled.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm telling everyone." He said, smiling at your pout. This strain was good, he'll give Rick that. Blue Goo made his girl cry over cats.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things one shot #eddie munson oneshot

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joker-ali · 2 years

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ironheart // prologue

on her merry little way to school, (first/name) encounters a dangerous villain, blocking her usual quick route. deciding to find another way seems like the best option, until she notices a child struck with fear. damn, why is her moral compass so willed?

next chapter // masterlist // warning : fight scene, minor cursing

bnha! characters x afab! reader // 1.32k

Hurriedly walking through the streets of Japan, desiring to get to her school across city, (F/N) had no time to mess around. If she got to school after the bell rang, who knows what would happen?

Even if she’s late, it wasn’t really her fault, considering all the unpredictable things that could happen, was it? Couldn’t be, but who could tell what her the dean of students would say.

Her school was strict, unnecessarily strict when it came to being late. It wasn’t like students could control time or what happens in the morning, so why in hell are students reprimanded for it?

Basically jogging to get to her school, she overheard other citizens mindlessly talking about a villain incident up ahead, hopefully she would be able to avoid that area. Hopefully.

Well, she couldn’t avoid the area. The closer and closer she got to the nauseating gasoline-scented area the closer she saw the debris filled area. It had looked like a war zone, which it really was.

A super-sized villain stood on the street, wildly waving his arms and roaring, maximizing the damage he could actually perform. The wreckage and rubble from the battle cracked the stiff concrete around the area, barely managing to not From the amount of damage done to the surrounding features, even an uneducated fool could tell this guy was dangerous to everyone.

Rushing citizens out of the way, rescue heroes and pro heroes dashed onto the scene, some helping citizens and some directly attacking the villain. They tried their best, but was it really enough?

Hidden in the chaos of the whole situation, a kid lay awestruck in his spot at the sight in front of him. I mean who wouldn’t be, this was a behind the scenes of his favorite hero(es). But this was not worth the consequence that awaited him.

His once excited expression turned into horror as small debris started falling towards him. Stricken by fear, the kid was unable to move as multiple hit the space around him, the aftermath hitting his shoes.

The rescue heroes weren’t able to spot him, but (L/N), who did, hurtling into the battle, grabbing onto the energy gloves hidden away in her pockets as she ran.

Should she really be doing this? What encouraged her to save this random child, this stranger she would probably have never seen again, most likely because he would be dead. Why was her moral compass that strong-willed to help her stare death straight in the face to save a child she didn’t even know?

“Come on kid, you gotta move!” First trying to push the kid out of the way didn’t prove to be successful. The kid wouldn’t budge at all, but there was another way (hopefully). She instead slipped on the slim black glove, raising one hand into the sky pointed at the falling rubble, and the other wrapped tightly around the kid. Dragging the kid down with her to get low, (L/N) exclaimed “hold on”, out of breath and waiting until the rubble fell to make her move.

In order for the gloves to work, there would have to be enough energy left order to be able to blast the large scraps away. But this would be the first official test using the gloves, that wasn’t just on random objects. A large force would have to hit in order for her to quickly store energy and then use it the second after, or was there another way? What if she could wait for the rubble to hit and then react? But how much force would that actually provide?

There wasn’t enough time to think, before she let the rubble scrape her middle finger, and reacted.

. . . .

BAM! Blasting away the rubble into smaller pieces, the large debris became smaller pebbles and fell around the pair.

Slowly raising herself out of the discarded rubble with the kid still hanging onto her lower body, she dusted off the scraps of concrete and metal on both of them, before checking in with the kid.

“You alright, kid?” The kid she had rescued cling onto her clothing, most likely leaving dirty grim marks on her school sweater. Untucking his head from her waist, he gave her a big and bright smile, and a thumbs-up! The kid was all good.

A rescue hero popped out of nowhere, speeding over to the scene where (L/N) and the child were both attempting to move to the side, escorting them to the boundary. Was it really necessary? No, but was the job even necessary? Telling the pair to stay there until the fight was over for attention, whether medical reason or not, the two stayed within the perimeter.

The child was now attached to the side of (L/N)’s leg, avidly watching the scene ahead of him. Fascinated with the way Kamui Woods and Mount Lady took control of the situation, stars shone in the vivid bluish-green eyes belonging to the child. (F/N) couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the sight of a child watching something that they enjoyed. But for that to be a fight between heroes and villains took away some of that desirable satisfaction. Slipping off, the now overly powered-up gloves and tucking them away in her pocket, she waited until the battle ended to see what would happen.

Once successfully taking care of the accident, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, Backdraft, even Death Arms came over to check in. Not exclusively on the kid, but had also praised (L/N) on her quick, but ultimately reckless thinking.

“That’s just the kind of person UA needs, I could put in a good word for you y’know!” Mount Lady playfully nudged the semi-confused (L/N), while Death Arms and Kamui Woods still lectured the girl.

“Thank you?”

A random sidekick of a hero in the area approached her, exclaiming “You’d make a great hero some day with that quirk!” Imagine.

Death Arms coaxed the kid out of clinging onto (L/N)’s legs with a warm smile and kind words, contradictory to his previous actions, bringing him into his arms so they could go off and find his family.

Shaking his head, Kamui gave up on scolding, instead grabbing a card out of his pocket and handing it over to the stunned girl. “When you become a hero, come to my agency, we’ll set you up well.”

Accepting the card and snapping out of her dazed state, (L/N) started walking into the direction of her school at the fear of being late, before colliding into something, no, someone.

Wasn’t really her fault though, the blinding lights from the overwhelming amount of photos taken completely blocked her eyesight. Yeah, that’s a great reason.

Accidentally knocking into some guy with green hair, that somehow resembled that of broccoli, muttering a quick apology wasn’t enough until a question was asked.

“Hey, ar-aren’t you the person who saved the kid on the other side? How’d you do that?” Glancing down at her cellphone, tucked safely in her pocket, she didn’t know what exactly she could do. With the pure excitement radiating off of this stranger, to the impending doom of being late to class, it was a conflicting clash.

“Adrenaline I guess? I don’t know, I have to get to school?” Hurrying off, the stranger’s words were caught in their throat, unable to ask anymore questions and just watched as (L/N) wandered off.

Taking one last glance, and a deep breath, she only had.. 5 minutes! That wasn’t enough time at all!

She did have an excuse after all, but was that really enough? Her school was strict as everyone knows, so what would they really say?

She decided not to figure out, and instead running towards the school in a hurry.

A sprinting (L/N) ran towards her school, not knowing that her entire life was about to change, because of a chance encounter with a random, irresponsible kid and dangerous falling debris.

if u are seeing this, have a great day <3

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wait-still-rendering · 2 years

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here is an unfinished story i’ve been writing but idk if i’ll finish so i’ll post the first chapter here.

A Graveyard of Roses

ONE | The Mirror

“I left some change and planted roses by your grave. I hope the afterlife is treating you well.”

Xion’s eyes were still the same shade of blue, her hair the same shade of black, her complexion still pale, yet she found herself looking for any discrepancies in her appearance. She heard grief changed people yet she could see no change in herself. Maybe it was meant as something internal, but try as she might, Xion didn’t grieve. Her days were the same—try not to freak out about assignments that aren’t due for ages and go about living unnoticed.

Her hands gripped the sink.

The rain started at 5:01 in the morning. School wouldn’t start until 8 o’clock. Today would be no different than any other day. Xion turned on the water, watching it bubble up in the sink. She wondered what would happen if she filled the bathtub to the brim. If she stepped into the tub and laid there, would she be completely submerged? Fear pierced through her at the thought. Her fingers wrapped around the faucet, shutting off the water. When her hands were fully submerged in the scalding hot water, she listened.

pit pat

It didn’t stop. Time never stopped.

Xion knew how it ended, so in turn, she prepared. People said there was no preparing for grief, yet she tried. Her armor still clung to her body even now, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Learning how to be alone meant no more grieving. If she learned to be alone, do everything by herself, then she could navigate the world quietly.

Her hands burned red when she took them out of the water.

.:x:.

The bus jostled. Destiny Islands’ scenery blurred past as Xion focused on the book she was reading. She squinted. This was far from ideal and maybe if she tried reading at home, she wouldn’t have this problem, but then she remembered her reasoning: A girl with a book wasn’t as approachable as a girl without one.

“Whatcha’ reading?”

Point retracted.

Xion turned a page.

Silence.

A finger tapped her shoulder.

She turned another page.

A whisper. “Are you reading smut?”

She whipped her head around to see brown spikes, blue eyes, and a friendly smile. “What?”

“You know, like,” he said as he leaned in a little closer and whispered, “sex scenes.”

“What do you take me as? A heathen? This is a school bus,” she hissed.

“Whoa, chill.” He held up his hands. “I’m not judging. Just curious. I just always see you reading anyway.”

Xion turned around.

“I’m Sora, by the way.”

She said nothing.

“That’s not a very friendly thing to do.”

At least he wasn’t like the boys who liked to moan in class for no reason whenever they were seated next to her, but he was barely above them on Xion’s tier list. Barely.

Xion reminded herself she’d be graduating from her middle school in the next few months.

At his continuous pestering, Xion finally relented.

“Xion.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Xion.”

“Okay, Xion, wanna hang out after school today?”

She turned to look at him again. “We’re not friends.”

“We could be.”

“I don’t need friends.”

Sora’s mouth fell open. It made him look suspiciously like a goldfish. “But everyone needs friends.”

“Not me,” she retorted.

Xion turned around and went back to reading her book.

.:x:.

Xion took her time packing up. Of course she never did this when going in between classes during school hours, but her final class had just ended and she didn’t want to be trampled by the other students. The last thing she expected was to see someone waiting for her.

Of course it was Sora.

He waved.

She groaned.

“Xion, let’s go.” He was practically bouncing up and down.

.:x:.

Xion squinted her eyes at the blaring sun. It was a strange occurrence. The day started out gloomy and then bam! Sunshine.

Despite his earlier enthusiasm, Sora walked about the island in a lackadaisical manner. She huffed and followed him, kicking every pebble out of the way and there were a lot of pebbles to kick.

“Where are we going?” she asked. A pout formed on her lips. Why did she have to go and disrupt the silence? She could be doing homework right now. The homework wasn’t due for another few days since it was the weekend, but that wasn’t the point.

“The arcade.”

“What are we gonna play? DDR?” She’d meant it more as a jest, but by the look on Sora’s face, he took her seriously.

“Yeah! And then we can play some Classic Kingdom games!”

Xion would deny it if asked, but she didn’t mind spending time with Sora. He was pretty entertaining. During lunch that day he sat next to her and proceeded to create a telenovela featuring a knife, fork, spoon, spork, and a straw. The knife and spork had a forbidden romance while the spork’s parents, the fork and spoon, disapproved. The two ran off with each other with the help of the straw, but secretly the straw was in love with the knife.

She tried not to laugh during Sora’s dramatic retelling, but a giggle came through here and there. Xion wondered why he wanted to be her friend.

.:x:.

The last time Xion was in an arcade she was nine. All she remembered were the low lights, sometimes flashing, the noise of too many kids running about, and the dark colors. Would it be the same?

It was, minus the kids. There were kids all around, but they were mostly Xion and Sora's age.

Sora took her arm and led her to the DDR machine.

"I'm pretty good at DDR," he said.

Xion rolled her eyes. She did her best to keep her face as stoic as possible. There's no way Sora would stick around.

"No one wants you."

She almost shook her head at the words spoken to her years ago.

"What if I beat you?"

A cocky grin split across his face. "You won't."

"Says the guy who can't even use a computer right," Xion said before she could stop herself.

"Hey! It's not my fault I'm technologically challenged."

The game started.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Sora was good, Xion admitted, but she was certain she could beat him at the Classic Kingdom games. Yes, she wasn't much of a gamer, but she remembered watching Yuffie hunched over, dark eyes lit up with determination as she killed enemies or solved a puzzle. Xion would peak her head into Yuffie's room and watch sometimes.

When the game finished Sora turned toward her. "I told you." Once again, he was smiling.

"But are you good at the Classic Kingdom games?"

His smile faltered.

Xion stifled her laughter in hopes that her face was emotionless.

It was only fair she beat him at the other games.

"Aww, man."

It turned out Sora was a sore loser which made winning for Xion infinitely more funny.

.:x:.

Hanging out with Sora hadn't been so bad. Xion would never tell him that though. Maybe it was a fluke. Once school started up again Monday he'd move on to someone else or choose to hang out with his actual friends.

“Hi, baby.” Mom sat cross legged on the couch, a small desk before her, laptop and coffee mug in tow.

“Hi.” Xion skulked her way to the kitchen.

“Did you go somewhere? You’re a little late.”

“I, uh, went to the arcade.”

“That’s nice. Did you go with any friends?”

“I guess.” Xion took out her half-eaten candy bar from the fridge. Mom liked to buy the king sized candy bars for her and—nevermind. It didn’t matter.

Her mom chuckled lightly. “You guess?”

“Yeah.” Xion stuffed the rest of her candy bar into her mouth before heading to her room. There was homework to be done.

.:x:.

Xion furrowed her eyes at the question before her. She read it over thrice before throwing her pencil and paper down and resting her head on her desk. The coolness of her room helped, if only a little. Biology wasn’t her favorite subject. Usually Xion could breeze through her homework, but today her head was throbbing.

The anniversary is coming up.

Her eyes turned away from the books neatly filed away on her desk and toward her full-length mirror.

It was a routine at this point.

She stood up and walked toward her mirror.

Black hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.

All the same.

The door leading to the other bedroom sat still and quiet. Her hands shook. There was no reason to go in there. Surely even in death, Yuffie wouldn’t want her rummaging through her stuff and sifting through her secrets.

Xion’s hand felt the coolness of the mirror. She once read somewhere that mirrors were made of sand. If her hand could sink into the mirror the way it did sand, maybe she could find peace. If she could just disappear maybe forever, maybe for a short time, she’d find an answer for why her sister was dead. Sometimes she wished she had taken the brunt of it instead of Yuffie.

“Wake up! Wake up! Please.”

The world moved on months ago so why couldn’t she?

#fanfic #fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfic #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfiction #angst #xion #sora

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jazzymarie1006 · 4 years

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Pairings involving redheads & time skips.

Pebbles & Bam Bam

Chuckie & Susie

Kim & Ron

Phineas & Isabella

Wally & Artemis

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ao719 · 5 years

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My Weakness

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild created with @speedyoperarascalparty , @leelee10898 , @cocomaxley , @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Thanks for the laughs ladies!

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The CGW Ladies asked for prompts and went to a random name generator to have our pairings chosen for who we were writing. I got Alicia x Leo and the winning prompt for them was: “I know all of your weaknesses.”

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“Alicia, you can not seriously still be mad at me! I’ve apologized how many times?”

“I am still mad, Leo! It’s bad enough that you missed our date night because you were too busy playing Mario Kart with Drake and Liam, both of them missing their date nights with Pam and Anitah as well,” she turned narrowing her eyes at her husband, “but you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to play!” She turned and walked away from him, slipping on her heels to head down to the ballroom as Anitah was hosting a charity gala for the children’s hospital that night.

“Baby, I’m sorry! Next time I’ll ask you to play!” She whipped her head around arching her brow. “I meant to say...that there will most definitely not be a next time,” he cleared his throat nervously. She turned shaking her head walking out of their quarters as Leo dropped his head back in frustration before following her out.

They strolled into the ballroom, Alicia beelining for Anitah, Pam, Genevieve and Stephanie while Leo headed to the bar where Drake and Liam were standing. “Gentlemen,” he nodded his head with a somber expression as he motioned to the bartender for a drink.

Drake and Liam shared a knowing look. “What the hell is wrong with you, Rhys?”

“Alicia is still pissed at me for missing our date night the other night! Because you two fools roped me into playing Mario Kart.”

“Woah, woah, we didn’t rope you into anything! You walked in and called dibs on playing the winner, so don’t blame us for that,” Liam replied.

“Well, Alicia is still pissed, and is holding out! But at least I know I’m not alone, because if Alicia is holding out on me, I know for damn certain that neither of you are getting any,” Leo chuckled. Drake and Liam shared a smirk and Leo’s mouth fell open. “No way...your wives put out before Alicia?”

“Yeah...Pam and I made up the next morning. Didn’t take her long,” Drake grinned.

Leo looked at Liam. “Anitah didn’t forgive me that quickly. She finally stopped being mad at me this morning. And we made up in the shower, and in my study later on when she came to go over last minute details for the gala, and at lunch, and in the shower again before we came down...and just a moment ago out on the balcony,” Liam smirked taking a sip of his scotch as he glanced over at his Queen who happened to look over at him at the same time and he shot her a wink.

“Fuck you both.” He glanced over at his wife, he needed to get Alicia to break, and he knew exactly what to do to make that happen. He turned to the bartender ordering her a drink.

“You guys are weak,” Alicia said to Pam and Anitah after they told her they gave in.

“Um, excuse you, but I clearly remember you caving in Fiji after the stripper incident and we held out for two weeks,” Pam replied. “You’re always weak when it comes to Leo, so we’re allowed to be weak this once.”

“I’m not even mad,” Anitah laughed. “Call me weak, that’s fine. Liam has spoiled me today. I’m not even sorry,” she grinned wide.

Alicia was trying to prove a point, she was not always the weak one. But damn if Leo didn’t make it difficult. It had only been two days and she was craving him.

Just then Drake and Liam approached Pam and Anitah, Liam asking Anitah to dance and Drake pulling Pam off with him. Leo came up to Alicia a moment later handing her a drink. “Here, baby.”

“Thanks,” she smiled. He shot her his signature smirk and she felt the heat pooling to her core already. I am not always weak, I am not always weak.

“Dance with me, love.” He took her drink and set it down on the table next to his as he led her to the dance floor. As they glided to the music Leo slid his hand inconspicuously down to Alicia’s lower back and pulled her flush to him and she could feel his hard length pressing into her. “Bam bam wants to play,” he whispered in her ear before biting her lobe.

“Leo,” she breathed.

“Yes?” He looked at her shooting that cocky, sly smirk once more as she bit her lip staring into his blue eyes. She was trying to stand firm, but her defenses were weakening by the second.

After the dance was over she looked at Leo. “I need some air,” she turned and walked towards the balcony.

“Liam thinks he’s the only kinky one around here,” he mumbled to himself with a grin as he followed his wife out to the balcony. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he brushed his fingers across her skin moving the hair from her neck, his lips leaving a fiery trail sending a shiver running through her.

“Fuck, Pam, that feels so good.” Alicia and Leo snapped their heads over to see Pam on her knees, Drake’s hand tangled in her hair as she pleasured her husband.

“Fucking really, Walker?” Leo grumbled in a low voice before pulling Alicia off the balcony. Leo pulled Alicia to a quiet corner away from the other guests. “Baby, I need you right now,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her, tugging her bottom lip as they parted.

Screw this, she thought. “Let’s go.” Leo grinned wide pulling her hand and leading her out of the ballroom and up to their quarters.

They barley made it down the hall before Alicia began stripping off Leo’s jacket and working at the buttons on his shirt. They crashed through their quarters door just as he shrugged off his shirt, both of them stripping the others clothing off, leaving a trail from the door to the bedroom. They fell on the bed as Leo began trailing his lips down Alicia’s neck, his hand roving over her body, exploring her every curve, before sinking between her legs, his fingers moving in tight circles.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “I knew I’d get you to cave. I know all all of your weaknesses, baby.” As the last word left his lips he plunged two fingers inside and began pumping, his mouth capturing her nipple as he swirled and flicked his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Leo,” Alicia moaned.

Leo trailed his lips down over her stomach settling between her legs. He parted her with his fingers and flattened his tongue licking up to her clit bringing his lips down and swirling his tongue. “Mmm, you taste delicious, love.”

“Yes, Leo!” Alicia bucked her hips in response as she grabbed hold of his hair pulling him closer to her. His tongue was flicking and swirling as his fingers continued to press into that magic spot. “Fuck, Leo, I’m gonna...” she trailed off as her coil snapped, and he lapped up every last drop of her nectar.

He came back up crashing his lips to hers and she flipped him so she was on top as he quirked his brow. She reached down and grasped his rock hard length pumping it a few times before she lowered herself down. “Fuck, baby you feel good,” Leo moaned as she began to rock her hips into him. He watched as her breast bounced as she moved up and down his cock, his fingers gripping tightly into her hips as he guided her. He began thrusting his hips into her, pulling her hard back down into each one.

“Yes, Leo! Yes! Don’t stop!” She yelled feeling her walls fluttering. He picked up the pace of his movements until she dropped her head back, a burst of wetness coating his length from her second release. “Oh, Leoooo!”

He flipped her back so he was on top. “All fours, love, I’m not done with you yet.” Alicia let out a small whimper as she flipped over. Leo gripped his cock running the tip through her already slick folds. In a frantic thrust he plunged himself deep inside her. “Fuck, baby!”

“Oh god, Leo! Yes!” Alicia screamed as he drove himself into her hard and deep. He reached down twisting her hair around his hand and gently tugged as he continued to slam himself into her. “Oh god, don’t stop!” Their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing rapid and uneven as their moans filled the room. He could feel she was getting close again and reached his hand around rubbing his fingers in tight circles over her already sensitive nub and that was all it took for her to come completely undone. “Yes, Leo! Fuck! Yesssss!”

He thrusted a few more times before releasing himself inside her dropping down with a loud groan. They both dropped on the bed a moment later and Leo looked over to her. “Do you forgive me now, love?”

She softly chuckled as she tried to catch her breath. “Yes,” she breathed.

A short time later Leo got up from the bed throwing on sweat pants and a shirt. “You stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Mmhmmm,” Alicia smiled as she hadn’t moved from the bed still gathering herself.

A short time later just as Alicia finished getting dressed Leo opened the door with a wide grin. “Come here, love.”

She followed him out to the living area of their quarters and Alicia squealed with a grin. “How did you get it?!”

“I snuck into Liam and Anitah’s quarter’s and...borrowed it,” he smirked.

“You’re going down bam bam,” Alicia sat down picking up the controller as she chose her driver in Mario Kart.

“We’ll see about that pebbles.”

#trr #trr fanfic #choices trr #the royal romance #cordonians gone wild #cordoniansgonewild #cgw world #cgw #alicia x leo #bam bam #pebbles #cordonia

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Alrightyyyy so for the last bingo card lol married your best friend!!! An older Mari and an older Ori meet up under the apple tree where they fell down before; getting nostalgic about the past and all the fun they had. Then bam…… Ori gets down on one knee and propose and they get married right there lol

My friend...My darling...It starts out bad, but I promise I turned it around...

With lovely artwork by @estethell

So, here goes part III of Mari's story...

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

The apple tree

Words: 2k

Characters: Ori x OC

FLUFF(TM)

Ered Luin, Mari thought, home of her childhood; how deserted it looked now without the people she had grown up around.

Before leaving for Erebor – the beautiful homeland of so many of her most beloved – she had wanted to return here one last time to say goodbye to a miserable childhood and a hopeful youth.

“I give you this,” she whispered, digging a hole at the base of an old apple tree with her bare hands – slender still but stronger than before – into the soft earth, “may you keep the secret of a love long held and never confessed.”

She didn’t want to show up in Erebor and lay any claim to the dwarf she knew to be alive and well without being sure that he’d even remember her. They had fallen out of touch during his quest and – for the longest time – she had been afraid that he had perished on the road.

How she had wailed and screeched; she had always expected to die before him and the mere idea that she’d be the one to mourn Ori was unbearable to her.

Hence why she had to get rid of the stack of letters she had kept – religiously and in secret – all those years; they were a testament to his growth and the deepening of that exceptional mind of his. Letter by letter, his penmanship had become more refined and his poetry more elaborate, and Mari had loved every rune, every sign, every rhyme entrusted to her like a treasure.

“I shall come back for them,” she sighed, “but for now, keep them for me, oh watcher of my childhood!”

There was forgiveness in her heart as she touched the rough bark; she had long since pardoned the old tree for shaking two insolent pebbles off its branches when they had become too bold in their endeavours, and she felt only tender, slightly melancholic affection in her heart now.

It was the first time Ori had left Erebor since it had been won – by fire and blood, by loss and sacrifice, by grief and deprivation – and his steps had led him back to the place in which he had spent his happiest hours.

When he saw the dam under that tree that was theirs, his heart shivered in his chest; those dark curls and that narrow back reminded him of the pebble he had once known and the young dam he had once loved so desperately without any hope of succour or success.

“Mistress, night is upon you,” he called, “it is not safe for a young dam to be out and about on her own.”

The slender shoulders stiffened, and the figure rose slowly in a way that flooded his mind with memories of sweeter days.

“I came to pray, Master,” she whispered without turning around.

“For what do you pray then?” he asked, curious about this stranger who seemed so eerily familiar even though her dress was of a cut and a fabric that were utterly foreign to him.

“For the brave man I had once the honour of knowing,” the dam replied softly, “he is a hero now as I always knew he would one day be. This was once our tree. I wonder if he even remembers; Erebor has – doubtlessly – heaped gold and riches upon him and he might not recall the poor pleasures of a childhood long past, and a sickly friend buried a thousand times in mind.”

“Mari?” he gasped, feeling his hands grow cold and moist when the dam turned around and he got to look upon the starry eyes he hadn’t hoped to ever see again.

“That is my name,” she nodded, not daring to lift her eyes toward a male she suspected to be of a higher social standing than her.

“Tell me about that friend of yours,” Ori asked, knowing that it was devious and hoping that she would forgive him, “he is in Erebor, you said?”

“I think he must be; he’s followed his brothers – blessed be their names – or they followed him, I know not, to the great venture of reconquering Erebor,” Mari said softly, tenderness creeping into her voice, “and I shall go and see the hallowed halls of that sacred mountain.”

“Have you travelled far?” Ori inquired further; he had to know for sure if this could really be his sweet friend who had left for sunnier lands so many decades ago. He felt guilty for not having had the time to write to her during the quest, and by now, he was almost certain that she must have gotten married and moved away.

The mere thought broke his heart, and he didn’t want to know, so he had not picked up a pen since setting foot into Erebor.

“I have come from very far away, yes,” Mari nodded slowly, “I had to move away to grow stronger, and finally, I am hale enough to return amongst the people I’ve missed so bitterly all those years.”

“If you suffer of poor health, you should not kneel on the ground at sundown,” Ori chided her gently, “how can your husband be so neglectful?”

“Husband?” Mari laughed, lifting her eyes and taking a step back upon seeing the amber and copper beauty shining dimly in the dying light of the day, “I have no husband. There has only ever been one to own my heart in that way.”

Her voice shrank progressively until it sounded so much like the wheezing, weak sighs of her childhood-self again.

“He’s not written to you in a long time,” Ori muttered as if he was still talking about someone else, “he’s so endlessly sorry.”

“He went to be a hero and I am of little concern,” Mari smiled; it was that same sad, self-deprecating smile he had fought helplessly and incompetently for as long as he could remember, “but I resent him not.”

“You should,” Ori contradicted her, “did you try to write to him since?”

“No,” Mari exclaimed, “he’s too high and mighty for the likes of me now.”

Ori chuckled at that, shaking his head slowly.

“Mari, do you know me?” he asked earnestly, “Do you remember how you promised that you’d never forget?”

“I know you,” Mari replied slowly, stepping closer and brushing the dirt of her skirt, “I know your face as well as I know my own, better yet, for I do not contemplate myself for but a few minutes in the morning to braid my hair, but I stare at your visage through the whole night in my dreams.”

“Mari, my dear,” he cried out, throwing his arms around the frail dam tempestuously, “how I’ve missed you! I…missed your letters so much but – oh, the things I’ve seen – I am utterly unworthy of you now. Not as if I had ever stood any chance…”

Words he had kept like stones in his boots for decades poured forth as if a dam had broken at last.

“I’ve seen so much death,” he sighed, “and still I thought of you always, hoping you were alive, hoping you were thriving, hoping you were happy.”

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, Ori dear,” Mari replied, “I could never be truly happy without you.”

“We were children then,” he muttered quietly, “things might have changed.”

“My heart was ever true,” Mari replied stolidly, “but yours might have changed?”

“Never,” he laughed, “never! I have kept your words in my heart and on my person. Tell me, darling, what were you doing here?”

“I came to bury the letters,” she confessed, “because I didn’t want to show up in Erebor looking like I was badgering you…but I had to see you. All those years, all I’ve ever wanted to do was to see you again.”

A long life was a blessing and a curse, Mari knew, for on the one hand, she had lived through decades without him – remembering every word and every twitch of his face – and it had been torture, but on the other hand, she had been able to live long enough to see him again.

“Allow me to court you,” Ori exclaimed impulsively, “I will not lose you again; I could not bear it. Life is fragile and fleeting, Mari, and if you need or want to move away, I shall come with you…”

He sounded enthusiastic, but Mari could see the shadow of weariness in his eyes as well; he had truly suffered through too much to be as naïvely optimistic as he had once been.

“Court me?” she laughed, “with the idea of a wedding in mind?”

Ori took out a satchel containing some of the most beautiful jewels Thorin had given him as his share of the treasure; he had planned on burying them underneath their apple tree until he found the courage to go seek out Mari and check if she had been betrothed to someone else.

“Yes, you silly goose,” he said in a choked voice, “of course, in order to wed you.”

“Who is the silly goose here?” Mari grinned and sank down as well when he fell onto one knee to hand her his precious treasure trove of glistening stones, “Ori, my dearest, my love, my truest friend, I think we can skip the wooing. There’s not a thing about you that I don’t know or wouldn’t love if I came to know it.”

“I might be a terrible kisser for all you know,” Ori grinned, winking at her.

“Sweetling,” she sighed, “I have never known you to be bad at anything and I’ve yet to encounter a skill you couldn’t learn.”

“Be mine then,” he took her hands and kissed them reverently, “promise me to be mine.”

“I have always shown up for you, haven’t I? I have vowed and promised my very life – literally – to you once before; I have crossed half the world for you, what more do you need in promises from me?” Mari chuckled, her laughter melting into a sigh when his lips met hers tenderly.

As she had known – all her life probably – Ori turned out to be a marvellous kisser, at least in her opinion; she knew that she might be biased as she had loved him for as long as she could remember and he practically could do no wrong in her eyes, but – by any standard – this was a good kiss.

The sacred promise they gave each other, in the same spot where they had once sworn not to let go and – after falling out of the tree – not to tell their respective parents and guardians what had happened, would have to be legitimised by traditions, oaths, and a whole lot of grown dwarrow crying into their beards, but to Mari and Ori, this was their wedding night.

Here they had become best friends, here he had picked her up the day she had left Ered Luin to heal in a sunnier climate, and here he had found her again.

“Wife,” he whispered as the stars hung gently twinkling overhead as if they shone just for them, “it is still strange to think of you as such.”

“It’s just another word,” Mari replied in the same hushed voice, “over the years, I tried to fit what I felt for you into so many useless, small boxes painted with silly words that could not begin to hold the depths of my emotions.”

“You’re right,” he agreed, turning to look down on her as he had a thousand times before and yet as if it was the very first time, “I love you.”

“Always have,” Mari nodded, “always will. I love you too, now, let’s go see if we can find a bed somewhere, husband, for the night is too cold and we are too old and broken to sleep under an apple tree.”

I hope we've both redeemed ourselves now lol...

I also (of course) hope that people have enjoyed this :D

Let me know <3

#fotfics bingo #the hobbit #fanfiction #ori #ori the dwarf #writing #fotfics #february challenge #fluffy prompts #ori x oc #mari and ori #saving the whole things #did a new divider for this #apple tree story #3rd time is a charm

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ BamBam

A ⇴ AFFECTION

BamBam is more than happy to cling to you, he loves any type of attention, and if affection gives it to him, he’ll happily take it. The second you leave him he’ll pout and groan until you’re back with him once again.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was full of confidence, which quickly pulled your attention towards him at the event you both attended. He tried to play it cool, but he could feel your eyes looking in his direction, enjoying the attention you gave him. Being BamBam, he couldn’t help but push things a little more, but when he tripped over his own leg, he quickly regretted it.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

After his little mishap, he thought it was game over for trying to impress you, but when you appeared in front of him with a drink to check if he was alright, he was beyond surprised. BamBam quickly pulled himself together, shrugging it off as no big deal even if his ankle throbbed. He invited you to sit with him whilst he accepted the drink, and after talking for a while, he asked if you wanted to get out of the place with him.

D ⇴ DATES

There’s never a boring date with BamBam, he loves fun, and loves spoiling you too which creates the perfect conversation. He equally loves active and recreational dates, but also is fond to a nice restaurant where he can show you a different, much calmer side to him. He hates dates at home, he likes getting out and doing things, and exploring with you. You worry sometimes about being out in public so often for your dates, but BamBam is always quick to reassure you and put your mind at ease, putting your safety as his biggest priority.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d had a few dates, maybe a couple of passionate nights, but nothing as serious as things were with you. He quite enjoyed being a flirt and having so much attention, but that all changed when he met you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about you that changed his personality so much, but he loved having a serious relationship. He loved waking up in the morning and still having someone there, or if he was having a hard time, knowing he had someone to talk to. After being with you, he never wanted to go back to being just the flirt again.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

There were times when BamBam could definitely be quite stubborn, but that never meant he liked arguing with you. If things began to get quite serious, he’d try to crack a joke or nervously laugh to brighten up the mood again, but when you didn’t smile back at him, he knew he was in trouble. He was usually a very calm and relaxed person but when you didn’t react and decided to drag out an argument longer than he wanted to then he’d get a bit frustrated, deciding to leave the room for a while and try again once the two of you had had some time apart to try and relax and clear your minds a bit.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You’d only ever met his family through calls and Skype, which BamBam hated. He couldn’t wait for the day when he could take you home and introduce you to all of his family. Similarly, they couldn’t wait to meet you either, each of them was desperate to be able to hug you in person and thank you for putting up with BamBam.

H ⇴ HOME

He never thought too much about you moving in with him, until after the first night you stayed over. He had butterflies for the rest of the day, the feeling of waking up beside you, and seeing how you both seamlessly settled into a routine around each other was something he definitely felt he could get used to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

BamBam was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ just as he left for tour. He didn’t know when he’d have the chance to see you or speak to you as he moved halfway around the world, and for him, there were no words greater to leave you with than those. The best bit was grabbing his phone when he landed to see you’d text, letting him know you loved him too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

No on tried harder to mask their jealousy then BamBam, but as soon as you’d confront him about it and the nervous laugh would appear again, you knew exactly what was happening. He’d slowly move closer towards you when he began to get jealous, little showers of affection would arrive that usually didn’t happen, and he’d talk to you, and only you, as much as possible. Each time he knew he’d get a lecture about how he had no reason to feel jealous when you were alone again, but sometimes he just couldn’t help the feeling.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was another subject he tried to remain calm about, but secretly he couldn’t wait for the day when he had little ones around for him to spoil. Whenever you asked him what he was thinking about he’d just say it was nothing but judging by his smile you knew he was thinking about something. Seeing you around children as well always made him smile, he knew there was no one else he wanted to have a family with.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loved to laugh and joke around, there were very few things in the world that BamBam found serious. Knowing that he made you smile, and laugh was the greatest honour for him, it didn’t matter how he did it, just knowing that he was the reason for it was enough. As already mentioned, he hated awkward tension or serious moments, so he’d often use his laughter and humour to try and bring a bit of light back to a situation, even if it wasn’t quite right for the situation, he’d do anything to get rid of the silences and tension.

M ⇴ MISSING

Before his first trip away from you, BamBam was pretty confident he’d be fine considering he’d spent years away from his family now. For the first couple of days, he was fine, but when he fell asleep in his hotel room alone for the first time, having spent the first few nights rooming with Yugyeom, he really began to miss you. The feeling of not having someone there with him through him completely, and then he began to spiral. All the little things that he began to take for granted with you by his side, built up every day. He never realised how much he actually depended on you being around until you were no longer there.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call BamBam, ‘bam,’ considering he was so fond of his nickname anyway. He loved to call you, ‘princess,’ it would always make you chuckle, and make sure you knew he loved to spoil you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your bum, he loved to lay over it or rest his hands against it when you weren’t expecting it, always making you jump and squeal.

P ⇴ PDA

No one could ever stop BamBam from being affectionate with you in public, he didn’t care at all what others thought. If he wanted to kiss you, he would, or if he wanted to wrap his arm around you, he’d do without a second thought. He wasn’t afraid to show you he loved you, no matter where the two of you were.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He’d love to ask for your opinion on the things he wore and his style. Shopping with BamBam at times was a nightmare, he was very meticulous on the things he wore, spending hours through the aisles, asking your opinion each time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Being bilingual, BamBam was able to write in many languages, which often impressed you. In one of the languages that you couldn’t understand, he’d often leave little notes around for you to translate. It was a habit he often had when he was going on tour, scattering little notes around to remind you he loved you. He especially loved when you got the translations wrong and he’d have to sit and explain to you what it actually said.

S ⇴ SEX

He loved to try and dominate as he saw it as an opportunity to show off in front of you. Especially with how much his body has changed recently, he loves to impress you with his strength and move you around by lifting you high in the air. He craves a lot of attention, he wants to be able to feel your hands explore his body and feel your lips trace across his skin, just like he always does with you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’d receive many texts throughout the day from BamBam if you were busy. If he was at home alone, he’d ask you to come over, and beg you to finish your day at work sooner so that he could see you and cuddle you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He was very much a people person, who had plenty of friends, but out of all of them, every time, he’d choose you. No one connected with him like you did or understood all his quirks the way you’d learnt to.

V ⇴ VACATION

The minute BamBam had the chance to go on vacation, he was desperate to take you home. Weeks of planning had gone into your vacation to Thailand, both from him, but also his family. He promised you the adventure of a lifetime as he showed you all the places that meant the most to him, being able to make new memories with you.

W ⇴ WHINING

He loved attention, if he didn’t have your attention, he’d do absolutely anything to make sure he had it, he didn’t have any boundaries.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Again, he was very affectionate and clingy, and his kisses were no different. Luckily for him, you were absolutely obsessed with his lips and how they felt against your skin. Bambam’s kisses were often playful and teasing, inviting you for more, but he also knew when to give you something a bit more loving, especially if you’d had a bad day or you were beginning to fall asleep.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the Pebbles to his BamBam, the two of you were the perfect match.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He sought great comfort from having you there beside him at night, he’d always like to have some sort of contact with you, even if it was just being able to hold your hand under the duvet, he’d take anything he could get.

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#got7 #got7 imagine #bambam #bambam imagine #got7 bambam #got7 scenario #got7 reaction #got7 drabble #got7 one shot #got7 fluff #got7 headcanon #bambam scenario #bambam reaction #bambam headcanon #bambam drabble #bambam one shot #bambam fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

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romancemedia · 9 months

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Cartoon Romances + Proposal

#Winx Club #Young Justice #Mummies 2023 #Barbie #Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures #Justice Society World War 2 #The Dragon Prince #An American Tail #Steven Universe #The Flintstones #Moments #Stella x Brandon #Miss Martian x Superboy #Rapunzel x Eugene #Amaya x Janai #Ruby x Sapphire #Barry x Iris #Pebbles x Bam Bam #Nellie x Reed

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petite-ely · 4 years

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

three - family heirloom

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: cursing and other sorts of bad language, mention of a dead body, underage drinking, idk if there’s something else besides some typos

Description: a fun trip to a thrashy motel leads to many discoveries for the pogues (buckle up buckaroos this one’s a bit long) (also I’m very sorry for not putting a read more thingy but I really don’t know how, sorry :(

Previously next

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When John B fell into the the water, the anchor held against his chest, y/n didn’t expect him to come back with anything valuable. Maybe something that would have revealed the identity of whoever owned this boat, but nothing really big. So she was very surprised when he came back with a motel key in his hand. It was not much, as expected but the pogues knew what to do.

The little group had tried to report their findings to the authorities, in hope of receiving some kind of reward. Unfortunately, the plan had failed. Because of the hurricane, the coasts guards were so busy they couldn’t even spare one minute for them.

Instead, they all agreed to go investigate the hotel room. Y/n had been reluctant at first, but her curiosity took the lead, so she agreed. How could she not?

“I thought the château looked bad.”

“This place is a shitshow.”

“Motel or meth lab?”

Y/n’s face scrunched up in a grossed out expression at the sight in front of her eyes, plugging her nose as she caught the horrible smell that went with it. The motel itself wasn’t that bad. Except maybe for the roof, and the window and probably also some kind of hygiene issue. The yard was the worst part. It was filled with debris brought by the storm and it was covered with a bunch of old mattresses. It was not a pretty sight to see.

“Y/n are you staying with me and Pope or..” kie wondered as they landed.

The Routledges exchanged a look. John B didn’t show it a lot, but he was very protective of his sister. He preferred to have her by his side at all times, where he could protect her and assure that she was always safe. It was his way of showing he cared.

“Nah,” she jumped off the boat, her feet joined together, “someone has to look after these two knuckleheads.”

JJ laughed at her words. “Knuckleheads, who even says that.” “Dude I was talking about you.”

“What.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” Pope addressed the girl “don’t let him do anything stupid.” He pointed to JJ.

“Oh, we will.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

Kie handed the key to John B. “Be careful, okay. I mean it.” Y/n grinned at her friend’s words.

The trio then headed towards the direction of the room. Somehow y/n ended up taking the lead, with the two boys walking behind her. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her.

“JJ I know you’re looking at my ass, stop that right now,” she warned. “Dude!” John B slapped him on the chest.

“Um for your information I was looking at the bruise on your thigh.” “Yeah right.”

(He was actually really looking at the bruise. He hated to know she was hurt in any kind of way, it pained him)

“And even if I was, whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up?” “Don’t underestimate me Maybank, I could easily take you down.” JJ scoffed. “Pfft as if.”

He left her side to go join John B, who had voluntarily distanced himself from their bickering. The blonde grasped his friend’s shoulder. “Just be so careful, John,” he said, imitating Kiara.

John B pushed him off. “God, you’re so weird.” “Dude, what the heck was that all about.” “I don’t know, I guess she wants us to be careful.”

Y/n now walked alone behind, kicking a small pebble whilst silently listening to the conversation.

“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been like ‘oh! Be so careful John B’” “Get off” “just give me that John D already.”

“Like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”

y/n cringed at his words. “Ew, don’t sexualize her like that, it’s gross, j”

“Bro, you know the rule. No pogue on pogue macking.”

Stupid rule. It was the only reason why y/n had never admitted her feelings to JJ. That and her fear of being humiliated ( and the fact he would never feel the same way).

“Besides you’re the one always hitting on her.” Y/n scoffed.

“That doesn’t mean anything, JJ hits on every girl he ever sees.” JJ frowned at her words. “He would hit on a plant if it even slightly ressembled the body of a girl.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” he defended himself. “I don’t hit on you all the time.”

“Says the guys who was just looking at my ass five minutes ago.” “No, I wasn’t.” “You so were!”

“Hey guys, I hate to break up your little fight but uh,” he pointed the door in front of him “this is us. 29.”

JJ knocked on the door. “Housekeeping,” he said, his voice pitched way higher than normal, making both his friends laugh at his actions.

“Should we try it?” Questioned John B. “No power- no security camera. No one’s gonna know.”

The door opened with a small creaking noise. It was a small dark room with two beds. The trio looked around for clues. They still didn’t know who owned the boat nor what they were doing out in the middle of a hurricane. They were hoping for some answers.

“Check the bag, see if there’s a name on there.” “Gotta a jacket-“ “Denim slides-“ “No name on the jacket. It’s a nice jacket though.” “Definitely over 50 he’s got new balances.”

“Yo, dude come here.” JJ found some papers and books stacked on the night table between the two beds. He pointed to a map. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.” “ let me see.” “Right there.”

Y/n peeked over their shoulder, standing on the tip of her toes, to try to see what they were talking about. “Nah, that’s off the continental shelf. Big swell, no one fishes there.”

Abandoning her previous idea, she crouched down and flashed her light under the first bed. “Nothing over here.” She turned to the other bed. Her eyes caught a strange shape, on the opposite corner. “Wait.” She slipped underneath and crawled to the object. “Ah ha!”

“What? You found anything?”

Disappointment filled the girl’s mind as she noticed it was only a shirt, grey and smelly. “Uh, not really. I thought I did but it’s only a dirty shirt.”

“Ew there was a spider on it.” She brushed the bug away as she got up. She turned towards John B, noticing he had successfully opened the safe. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

The words left her mouth without her noticing. She was just too astonished. The safe was filled with multiple stacks of money and well, a gun. There was so much of it, it’s like she didn’t know where to look.

“Uh, JJ, you’re gonna wanna see this.”

JJ’s eyes doubled in size as he noticed the firearm in the safe. He immediately picked it up. “You grabbed the gun,” John B sighed.

“This is a SIG Sauer.” He was swinging it in the air, playing with it as though it was just a toy. “JJ put the fucking gun down, you’re gonna hurt someone,” y/n hissed at him.

“Put the gun back, JJ.” “This is a fucking spendy gatt, man, just.” He pretended to shoot someone in the distance. “Bam! Bam!”

“JJ, this is not a toy you can just play with, put it back!” Y/n’a voice was louder now, angrier and harsher too. “Just take a pic of me.”

“You want me to take a picture of you?” “Yeah dude, like-” JJ struck a pose, the gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other. “Make our own incriminating evidence is that what your talking about?”

Y/n’s attention drifted away as she heard the sound of something hitting the window. She spun around and drew the blinds open, only to find Kie and Pope jumping up down. “What?”

There were clearly trying to warn her about something but she couldn’t hear what they were saying through the thick glass that separated them. She lifted the window slightly. A single word left their mouth in a loud whisper. “Cops!”

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” Y/n turned her body to the two boys. She opened her mouth, about to reveal what danger would soon fall upon them when a knock came from the door.

“Kildare county, sheriff department,” a stern voice announced.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

The girl yanked the rest of the window open. By chance, there was a small step, a ledge, where they could stand and hide from the police officers.

Y/n’a hand flew to her neck, as she noticed the necklace she always wore wasn’t on her neck anymore. “Fuck!” It was very precious to her, leaving it there was not an option.

Her father had actually given it to her on her 14th birthday. It belonged to his mother and her mother before her. It was a family heirloom and the only thing she had left of her father. She always wore it, even to bed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

She scanned the room quickly, her stress level growing as she heard the door rattling. Her eyes finally landed on the shining necklace, tangled under the first bed.

“My necklace fell off!” she whispered-shout. “There’s no time!”

Luckily for her living on the cut had taught her to move quickly, without being seen. She swiftly slid under the bed, grabbed the golden chain and slipped out of the window, all before the door opened.

“That was close,” JJ whispered softly.

Y/n removed one of her hand from the wall to place her index finger against her lip motioning for JJ to stay silent. They both turned their attention back to the room, observing the cops as they entered.

There was two of them. Shoupe and a woman y/n didn’t know the name of. They were looking around for clues just as the three kids had done minutes earlier. Shoupe opened the door of the safe. Y/n’s eyes followed as he handed the other officer some evidences. He then handed her a stack of money, which she put in her pocket.

“The fuck?” the girl whispered, glancing at her brother on the other side. JB looked at her with wide eyes, he was just as shocked as she was.

She lost her balance for a quick second, her foot sliding down, making the loudest noise ever made. JJ’s hand caught her before she fell, bringing her body closer to his. She heard footsteps getting closer. She could feel and hear JJ’s breath getting heavier by the second, her heart pounding in her chest. She scooted even closer to him, her hand gripping at the back of his shirt so she wouldn’t fall once more.

“All right, let’s go. No one’s here.” Shoupe said from inside.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she heard the door close behind them. “That was so fucking close.”

“Jesus Christ, y/n what was that all about, you almost got us caught!” John B snapped.

“My necklace fell off, I couldn’t just leave it there. It’s the only thing I have left of dad! Plus they would’ve known I was there, it would’ve got us caught!”

John’s face fell slightly, she was right. Still he couldn’t help but worry at the thought of her getting caught. He was her brother, it was normal for him to want to protect her form getting hurt. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just, I was just worried okay? I don’t want to lose you too, y/n/n.”

“I��m not going anywhere, bird.”

After the little trip to the motel, and almost getting caught by the cops, the group had decided to head back to the château. Y/n let out a sigh of exasperation. She was, once again, seated on the dirty sofa on the porch. This time her head was hanging upside down, her shoeless feet rested against the window. She was exhausted. This day had been filled with nothing but surprises, following one another without getting a chance to take a breath. And the day wasn’t over yet.

First there was their discovery of the boat in the marsh, then John risking his life for a motel key (okay maybe risking his life was a bit of a stretch but yeah, y/n still thought it was dangerous). And then they tried to report the boat but failed, so they went to the motel and we’re almost caught by Shoupe (and saw him stealing money) and stupid JJ who stole the goddamn gun.

And that wasn’t even the most shocking surprise of the day. The body of Scooter Grubbs was also found (and y/n really wish she could erase that image out of her memory) and shocker, he was the owner of the Grady-White. So the marsh was closed until the authorities would find the boat.

“Ugh,” y/n rubbed her tired eyes, feeling a headache coming as the blood rushed to her head.

“You’re gonna get brain damage if you stay like that for too long,” John B said motioning to his sister’s position. “Can’t be worse than it already is,” she shrugged, moving herself so her head now rested on Kiara’s lap.

Pope came rushing, the screen door slamming behind him. “So, um we didn’t see anything, we don’t know anything.” He was still slightly panting, and he seemed very stressed, anxious even. “We need to have complete and total amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope’s right. For once.” y/n scooted closer to Kie to make room for Pope to sit and turned her head back to JJ who was getting up from his seat. “See I agree with you sometimes,” he pointed his index finger on each of his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”

“Guys we can’t keep that money.” “Not all of us have unlimited data plans, Kiara.”

Y/n frowned at JJ’s words. That was low of him. The Carreras might hav been a lot richer than the average pogue, but they weren’t kook rich either. Business was hard for everyone and The Wreck wasn’t spared of the occasional struggle that went with it.

“Well I hate to be a party pooper but she’s right. It’s not our money, it wouldn’t be right for us to keep it.” declared the Routledge girl. “Yup, we have to pass that money off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it’s bad karma.”

“It bad karma to be implicated in a felony too,” added Pope. “We gotta go dark.” “If that means we get to keep the money then I agree.”

John B gave a small pat on JJ’s shoulder. “I don’t agree.” “What, why?”

“Just think about it, this is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about,” he started. “Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pockets and all of the sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just saying..”

John B was right. It was indeed kind of shady. Square groupers? Smuggling? Contraband? Y/n had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was a strange situation and she had no idea what to do about it, so she followed her friends ideas. They all agreed to lay low and act normal, which could only mean one thing. There was going to be a kick ass kegger on the boneyard. And y/n couldn’t be more glad.

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Title: Word Choice WC: 800

“Wouldn't it be more of a challenge if they weren't standing still?” — Richard Castle, Home Is Where the Heart Stops (1 x 07)

She enjoys surprising him. It is, in fact, her current favorite hobby.

She figures if he’s going to be the thorn in her side, the pebble in her shoe, the wonky-wheeled shopping cart in her day—every day—the least she can do is get some pleasure out of knocking the know-it-all expression off his face as often as possible. And she does knock it off with satisfying regularity.

Lately, she’s managed to get him with an impeccably timed reverse double-jinx one minute. And not long after that, she lands a knockout combo by dropping the word hyperbolic in the course of casually revealing that why yes, she does read the New York Review of Books and she knows bribery when she sees it. The two, taken together, are quite the success: One of her favorite ways to surprise him is by defying the stoic, straight-laced caricature of her that he’s clearly settled on, it’s by slyly reminding him of the fact that there’s no trace of the boroughs when she talks and she is an onion as yet unpeeled.

She enjoys, considerably less, being surprised by him, and he can be damnably surprising. Sometimes, anyway. Name dropping and courtly hand-kisses are not at all surprising, nor is his cheeky declaration that he’s currently between scandals. His behind-her-back shenanigans with the career jewel thief he just happens to know, because of course he knows a career jewel thief, and then his utterly transparent maneuvering to have her on his arm while he plays undercover cop—those are not surprising in the least.

But just when she has him pegged as a poseur, a dilettante, a klutz, and a menace who is good for nothing, other than making her job a thousand times harder, he whirls and hits a paper target, center mass in a tight grouping—bam, bam, bam! He comes at Evan Mitchell with an angle she’d never have dreamed of and turns his dopey Jimmy Olsen act into the first solid lead they’ve actually had.

He’s surprising–not surprising all at once, sometimes, and she definitely does not enjoy that brand of whiplash when it comes to him. She is prepared for the fundraiser to be a disaster that he has hand-crafted especially for her. But then, instead of casting himself as Robert Redford—or worse yet, Richard Gere—he plays goofy fairy godmother with the dress and does absolutely no swaggering about it when she arrives at the loft. He beams with unalloyed, uncomplicated pride and pleasure when he introduces her to “The Big Cheese,” and when the Mayor heartily declares that she’s just as pretty as Castle said she was, she gets hung up on the word.

Pretty. She blushes at a word so specific, it must be a direct quotation, and it’s strange that the word he uses when he talks about her to “Bob” isn’t hot or stunning or gorgeous or smokin’. It’s pretty, and that has the ring of an afterthought about it. That comes distinctly at the end of a long list of other things—flattering, laudatory things—he’s said about her to one of the most powerful men in New York. Pretty. It’s not boys-will-be-boys lascivious, it’s oddly sincere. It’s . . . quaint, and she never would have guessed.

The evening bleeds right into the next day, and he is maddeningly full of surprises. But pretty is the one that stays with her. Even when he seems to be dying of embarrassment at the prospect of being auctioned off, rather than preening like a peacock who’s just won first prize in the Twelfth Annual Peacock Vanity Contest as she would have predicted. Even when he tries to stay in the car, for once, instead of giving chase in his his stupid tuxedo shoes, and even when ends up pinning their guy down so he doesn’t get away. Even when he offers eggs as an even exchange for her having saved his life—nothing surprises her more than the certainty that when he brags about her to his high-powered friends, he tells them that on top of all the other stuff, she’s pretty.

She’s not sure why this is the thing that stays with her when before, during, and after the adventure she had been truly dreading, he was absolutely full of surprises. She only knows that it does stay with her. It picks away at the caricature of him that she’s clearly settled on and leaves her with loose threads, any one of which, if pulled, might undo entirely the superficial, self-involved, oversexed, entitled ass who might turn out to live only in her mind.

It’s surprising, or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but it’s pretty damned annoying.

A/N: It’s a word, not a thing. Much as this continues to defy thingness.

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#Castle #Caskett #Castle: Season 1 #Castle: Home Is Where the Heart Stops #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #FIc #Fanfic #Fanfiiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #Writing #Interrogatives?

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macybeckham7 · 5 years

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Fluff Alphabet- Dele

A- Attractive {what do they find attractive about the other?}

He loves hearing your laugh, he loves how a light hearted giggle leaves your mouth before you lean back and laugh more as your eyes shut. He thinks you are at your most beautifulest when you let go and just laugh.

B- Baby{do they want a family? why/why not?}

He 100% wants babies with you always telling you "I hope they get about 80% of their looks & traits from you"

C- Cuddle {how do they cuddle?}

He is always sneaking up behind you are wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. When you go sleep each night you both share the role of being the small spoon.

D- Dates {what are dates with them like?}

You both love finding little cute bars, coffee shops and restaurants around London, you love just being in your own little bubble and not having to worry about prying eyes. You love going bowling or mini golf.

E- Everything {you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world...)}

You are my sunshine, she always seems to brighten his mood no matter the situation.

F- Feelings {When did they know they were in love?}

You had been friends before your relationship so it was very much of a slow burner, but when it hit it hit like a shit ton of bricks. You both realised that everything you looked for in a person was in one another and you were sat under eachothers noses.

G- Gentle {are they gentle? If so, how?}

He never wants to hurt, whenever he slaps your butt when you walk past him he always makes sure to be gentle.

H- Hand {Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?}

He loves holding your hands, he always pulls your hand on his lap and he falls into his own world just fiddling with your fingers or rings that you were wearing.

I- Impression { first impression/s}

You both being friends before anything romantic, but Dele couldn't deny how he noticed how beautiful you were. And how amazing your smile was. You were quite flustered being a Spurs fan, you tried to not act like an idiot infront of him which just made him find you even more adorable.

J- Joker{ are they into pulling pranks?}

You two are in a prank war, with Dele starting it off by throwing a bucket of cold water all over you while you were sunbathing out the garden. You got him back by leaving your phone open on a flirty message to Eric.

K- Kisses{how do they kiss?}

Dele is always kissing your hands or your cheek, any kisses always turn passionate quickly. You have a joke where you always kiss eachother all over their face, which you usually do when Eric does because of his reaction to you both.

L- Love { who says I love you first?}

You say it first, it just slips out when you are leaving his house and then you are both just staring at eachother with wide eyes, before he mutters it to you kisses all over your face making you both laugh.

M- Memories {their favourite moment together?)

Going to Winter Wonderland, you both just having the best time of your lives, going on all the rides, eating everything from the stalls, drinking a lot of alcohol. He wins you two massive toys and you both share your first kiss on the Ferris wheel at the end of the night.

N- Nickel {do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?}

He is more sentimental in gifts, buying you photo albums filled with his favourite photos of you both or buying tickets to go on holiday during the summer break or sending you and your family or your friends.

O- Orange {what colour reminds them of their other half?}

He loves seeing you white, he thinks you look angelic whenever you wear it. You wear white lace lingerie whenever Spurs win. He also loves you in his jersey whether it's for Spurs or England.

P- Pet Names {what pet names do they use?}

Babes, Babycakes or Sugar are his most used nicknames for you.

Q- Quaint {what is their favourite non-modern thing?}

He loves making photo albums filled with memories of you both, he likes having physical copies.

R - Rainy Day {what do they like to do on a rainy day?}

When it's miserable outside you guys get in a call with Winksy, Harry and Kieran and play hours on end of fortnite (the boys mainly carrying you, as you just make them laugh as you scream and end up shooting your own teammates)

S- Sad {how do they cheer themselves/each other up}

He gets stroppy and just wants to hug you, he lays ontop of you, using your boobs as a pillow and just moans about everything.

T- Talking{what do they love to talk about?}

You are always talking about the news and current affairs, you try and make it light hearted because of how shit the world is. He always telling you the latest gossip with the team which you love how he always laughs as you tells you things.

U- Unencumbered {What helps them relax?}

Just being in your arms helped him relax, he loved hearing your heartbeat calmly beat as had his head on your chest. He always loved hearing you lull him to sleep, which always made him feel like he could take on the world, with you with him.

V- Vaunt {what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?}

He loves showing you off, always introducing everyone as 'my girl' he always having his arm around your waist protectively. Every Instagram post he's always saying how beautiful you are.

W - Wedding {when, how, where do they propose?}

He wants to make everything perfect, he decides to take it to the next level after 3 years together, he rents out an yacht which takes out to see the dolphins before he drops down to one knee, popping the question.

X- Xylophone {What's their song?}

Anything Ed Sheeran, he isn't the biggest fan but he just loves hearing you sing along to whatever song that has come on your Apple playlist. Whenever it comes on he instantly thinks of you.

Y- You {the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)}

You're the Pebbles to my Bam-Bam. He's nickname is Bam-Bam as he has a tattoo of him on his arm, so it just makes sense that you are Pebbles. Plus who doesn't love The Flintstones?

Z- Zebra {if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?}

You both really want to a pet but you don't think it's fair due to both of your work commitments, but that doesn't stop you both having names for three pets. 2 dogs and a cat for the future.

#dele alli blurb #dele alli #dele alli imagines #fluff alphabet

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mystupidstory-dragonfly · 4 years

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They were on a beach. Their camp was set a bit farther from the shore, on a more earthy chunk of land rather than the sand. A fire burned near the tent, the stars silently shined from above, the sound of waves was all around.

The Humming Lagoon was truly the most beautiful place... in the whole universe, probably.

Kris was cooking something on the fire, said it’d be a surprise. So Alex and Zoe are sitting near the shore; Zoe was idly sorting through pebbles, putting the pretty ones in a small pile and throwing the not-so-pretty ones into the ocean, while Alex was making a water version of every flower there is, it seemed. The sound of the push and the pull of the waves calmed their minds. The water barely touched their feet.

When the pile of pebbles became one of a decent size and her arm got tired of throwing, Zoe started to get distracted. After watching the waves for a minute or two, Alex’s flowers were what her eyes settled on.

It took him about five seconds to create each one – sunflower, gardenia, marigold, iris, cornflower... Even though it was just plain water, every flower was so detailed, Zoe could recognize all of them. Well, at least those she knew.

She hugged her knees and lay her head on them, not glancing away from the flowers for a second. It was simple but, even so, fascinating.

And, after watching Alex’s magic for a bit longer - lily of the valley, tulip, daffodil, daisy -

“Can you create anything other than flowers?”

The question was muttered quietly, barely above a whisper. For a second, Zoe thought the waves drowned out her voice, but then Alex’s last water-flower - clover? - disappeared, and he turned slightly to face her.

“Nope,” he said nonchalantly. A second passed, then Alex shifted, positioning himself the same way Zoe was sitting – hugged his knees and lay his head down. When he caught her eyes, he smiled. Zoe smiled back.

One more second passed, filled with the crashing waves and the crackling fire in the distance.

“Have you tried to create something different?”

“Of course I have. A couple of times when I was a kid, a few more times when I was, like, sixteen. Flowers always came out.”

Zoe hummed, considering. “What did you try to make?”

“Honestly, I don’t even remember... Uhh, I once tried making a rock, a flask and a straw.”

“And what flowers came out?”

“What’s with the interrogation?” A soft chuckle escaped Alex. Maybe he, too, didn’t want to disturb this peaceful moment.

“Hey, I’m just curious,” Zoe grinned and lightly nudged Alex. “So, c’mon. Tell me.”

“Ok, ok, I shall fulfill your curiosity – it was a rock rose, a flax and a strera. Happy?”

“My dear children, dinner is ready!”

“Oh, shit!”

Kris’s shout startled Zoe. A little bit. Though she definitely did not jump, definitely did not fall on her back and definitely did not-

“Dude, no need to attack me!”

“Oh, gods, sorry, so incredibly sorry!”

As Zoe fretted next to Alex, arms flying through the air not knowing what to do with them, Alex rubbed his (poor, poor) cheek and, surprisingly or not at all, was laughing his ass off.

“Guys, seriously, the soup’s going to evaporate by the time you get here!” Kris called again.

Kris’s voice pulled Alex out of his laughing fit, his laughter reduced to chuckles.

“Alright,” with a huff, he stood up, dusted off his pants, and offered Zoe a hand, “Come on, let’s go. We don’t want his efforts to turn into steam, do we?”

“Thanks,” Zoe pulled herself up with Alex’s help, and they started walking towards their camp. “I really am sorry, though, I didn’t mean to smack you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! You’re obsessing over nothing here,” as they neared the fire – Kris was mumbling something, pulling out bowls and spoons out of the bag, the tasty smell of soup filled the air – Alex slowed down a bit to bump Zoe’s shoulder and gently smile up at her.

She smiled back.

***

“Hey, maybe you should try making something similar to flowers? Trees, or, like, a shrub?”

They were sitting by the fire, each on a fairly big boulder they found just laying around. Zoe already finished her bowl of soup (“Mm, this is delicious, dude, great job!” - “Yeah, agree.” - “...Thanks.”), and was toying around with a stick, drawing meaningless shapes on the ground.

At the seemingly out of nowhere question, Kris looked up, raising a brow in question, at the same time as Alex answered:

“I think I’ve tried that when I was about ten...” He put the spoon in his mouth, quickly munched on the soup and swallowed before continuing. “I think Kris actually brought up the same idea,” At that, Kris hummed, probably catching up at what they were talking about. “We tried once, it didn’t work, we gave up.”

“Well, you were a pair of pessimistic ten-year-olds.” Zoe noted, throwing her stick in the fire, and looking up at the other two, never quite meeting their eyes.

“Heh, you’re totally right.” Alex chuckled and downed the rest of his soup. “Ah, delicious! Thanks, Kris.” He washed out his bowl (creating a flower – dandelion – and basically putting it in the bowl and “disappearing” the water; surprisingly, magic was a great way to wash the dishes) and handed it to Kris.

“You’re welcome,” the blond answered, putting the bowl on another boulder next to him, next to other two bowls, to let it dry. “And,” he continued, turning to face Zoe, “I’d say we were being realistic.”

Zoe only hummed in response. She seemed kind of... distracted. For some reason, Alex didn’t like that, so.

“I could try now? Maybe I just didn’t try hard enough back then...” He looked around – Kris just shrugged, which meant ‘Yeah, sure, why not’, and Zoe looked away from the dancing flames, locking eyes with Alex. “Um... any suggestions?”

“What about lilac?”

After a moment, Zoe averted her gaze, looking at his hands, waiting.

Alex looked at Kris, who shrugged again. Muttering ‘well, okay’, Alex turned his right hand palm up and concentrated. It took him about four seconds: first, he imagined the twig – the color of it, the texture, the color and form of the leaves, and the shades of purple of the flowers, then he felt the water appearing above his palm, a few droplets falling, and-

“A lily.”

He opened his eyes. True – above his palm was floating a simple fire lily, its petals curling outwards.

“Try an oak tree,” Kris said. He was leaning forward, watching the lily slowly spin in the air.

“Why?”

“Why not,” he shrugged, again, “We’re experimenting here. Besides, I’m bored, and it’s not as we have something better to do.”

“Yeah, c’mon, let’s try an oak tree,” Alex turned in the direction of Zoe’s voice, but had to look down a bit, because she was now sitting beside him on the ground, looking up at the lily. Her brows were furrowed, as if she was deep in thought.

“Ok, ok! There-” and five six second later, “- an ox eye. Anything else, your majesties?”

“Yep, try a cactus. Um, a moon cactus,” Zoe was still closely watching the water drifting in the air. Alex heard Kris yawning, but, when he looked at him, Kris simply nodded at the ox eye, prompting him. Alex sighed.

“I feel like a lab rat right now,” it took him three seconds this time, but- “A moonflower. What now?”

“Moss.”

“Seriously?”

Kris shrugged again.

Alex groaned. “Argh, ok then!” two seconds later- “A moss rose.”

“A pine tree.”

“A pincushion.”

“A cucumber.”

“A cuckoo flower.”

“Cherry flowers.”

“A chrysanthemum.”

“Bamboo.”

“A bampi.”

“Ivy.”

“Iviya.”

Zoe clapped.

It was revenge, Alex was sure of it.

“Well, isn’t that fascinating!”

“What do you mean?”

While Alex tried to get his breathing under control (he didn’t get scared, of course not, just used his magic a tiny bit too much, that’s all), Zoe quickly got up, found another stick, sat back down and started writing something on the ground. The plants’ names, Alex realized after a second.

“Can’t you see? Every pair – the plant we suggested and the flower that came out – starts with, at least!, the same letter, if not more, that is. Uh, what was is... oak and ox”, she wrote the two down, “share the first letter,” she underlined the o-, “And then there’s bamboo and bampi... They share the first, uh, three letters,” she underlined the bam-. “Etcetera. But then there are: moss – moss rose, moon cactus – moonflower, and the ones you’ve tried long ago – rock rose and rock, flask and flax! All these are just word plus word, except for flask - flax, of course, but that one sounds very similar to flask, not mentioning the first three shared letters!”

Zoe was still sitting on the ground, writing out all the other plants they’ve named next to the flowers that came out, underlining shared letters. She was grinning, the absentminded look and the furrowed brows all gone, her eyes glistening with excitement.

But. “And?” Kris asked, voicing the same question Alex had.

The short word stopped Zoe’s hand, the stick in the middle of writing ‘chrysanthemum’. She blinked, then continued writing. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times with no sound coming out.

“I mean, isn’t it obvious? Unable to complete the handler’s request, Alex’s magic could have, one, not created anything at all, or, two, come up with something else, something of its own possible variety, which it did. Then, it could’ve made anything, right, anything at all, some random flower, whatever the magic might please, because, as we all know, magic is sentient. Or! Or, it could’ve come up with something similar in appearance, in color or in shape. But it didn’t, for some reason. Probably because mages’ magic is not connected to them on a basic biological level, as in aquas or animas, which allows their magic to alter them and react to, uhh, stimuli as well. Reaction to stimuli means a fundamental connection with the nervous system, which means connection to the brain, which- argh, you get it, you know everything about it, why am I explaining it.”

“As... as I was saying. The magic didn’t come up with something random, rather trying to complete the request to the best of its ability. Alex’s magic didn’t come up with something alike in appearance, so it, as I understand it, latched onto something else. Words. If it had gone there, and came up with something similar to the word, it means that it, first of all, detected it, understood it, realized that it needed to come up with something similar to exactly that word, analyzed the word, and, finally, found a name of a flower similar to that one word!”

Zoe took a deep breath in.

“Which means, magic, at least Alex’s or similar to his, can understand language.” she added, to sum it all up.

During this speech she was writing down her thoughts, illustrating it with arrows and smiley faces.

After that they all sat in silence, broken only by the crash of waves.

Alex’s head was spinning somewhat. He knew Zoe was passionate about all things ‘language’, but that was... impressive. Also, if he was honest with himself, adorable – the way she stumbled over her words sometimes to get her words out quicker and not lose her train of thought, the way her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and wonderment, the way her face was lit up by an excited smile.

“Wow. Ok.” he muttered to himself.

They settled into silence again. A minute later, Kris broke it.

“It could all be a coincidence.”

Zoe turned to Kris so fast, Alex was afraid her neck might not handle it. Her brows furrowed again, as if Kris deeply offended her. Which he totally did.

But then, just as quicky as she turned to face him, her forehead wrinkled, now she looked doubtful, her shoulders dropped and she turned again to look at the fire. It was still burning, though not as strongly as it did earlier.

“I mean, I don’t think it’s a coincidence, there’s at least a pattern! And, yeah, experiments and, um, "scientific discoveries" require multiple subjects and numerous tests, I can't deny that, of course... But! But-but, there is a possibility, right?”

Zoe slightly turned to Kris again, to look what he might say. And – that bastard – he shrugged again (which time was it?). Alex wanted to strangle him. “I just think you shouldn’t get your hopes up, that’s all. This could be a beginning of a scientific breakthrough, and it could be just Alex’s magic finding something in his subconscious. It could be that simple, it could be a lot more complicated. Be realistic, is all I’m saying.”

He said this all casually, clearly not wanting to hurt Zoe’s feelings, to Alex that was obvious. Kris wasn’t that much of an emotionally constipated prick when he wanted to be. Alex knew that.

Zoe didn’t.

“Oh,” her face crumbled, her voice was so weak and quiet, Alex’s heart was going to break. But she shook it off, literally – shaking her head and shoulders, and figuratively – she smiled and tried to make her voice more cheerful. “Yeah, you’re absolutely right, sorry for rambling." She chuckled, "But I still believe that this wasn’t a fluke, just so you know!”

Zoe kind of awkwardly smiled at Kris. He kind of awkwardly smiled right back.

They're such sad idiots...

The stars were still shining, the waves were still crashing, the fire was still crackling. The bowls probably dried by this point; it was close to midnight, Alex was sure. And Zoe was still sadly watching the flames, and Kris started pulling those few black feathers in his hair. Alex couldn’t stand it all. But he couldn’t find the right words to explained to Zoe how to read Kris, how to understand his intentions by his tone of voice. So, instead, he decided to talk about something else. Anything at this point.

“Hey, guys?” when both heads turned to him, he continued, “I just remembered this crazy story, wanna listen?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Of course, please go on.”

Kris smirked, as if he knew what he was going to talk about, and Zoe smiled, as if encouraging.

That’s much better.

“So. Imagine: a hot winter night in the Boiling Sea, yours truly with his siblings walking home, just minding our business...”

#omg #this is probably wrong on so many levels #mainly punctuation #and like tenses #they're my weakness i hate them with a passion #and! this is probably just plain bad writing #i don't know how would i know #anyway!!!#my children! i love them!#(and please excuse me if the characters seem inconsistent I'm bad at that even with my own characters)#every single one of them is fucking sad and awkward because i'm sad and awkward. deal with it!#kris has issues that boy has been through shit #he's trying though #i'm gonna tell you a secret - zoe is the most akward of them all... haven't you noticed?#random but kinda important info - these 3 are all around 20 #they're on a *journey*#bampi iviya and strera are all made up magical flowers #and!!!!#this is actually like a ***very*** important bit #it's like a climax of the story but like in the middle #oh and completely forgot #the ~moments~ between alex and zoe don't mean anything #they're just friends #honestly! i just wanted to write a friend duo that's super soft #and I think I succeeded they’re cute and I adore them #oh fuck sorry these tags are useless.#um.#dragonfly #my writing #my story

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maelstrom [ jimin ]

noun : a powerful whirlpool in the sea or river ; a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him.

pairing: park jimin x reader genre: fluff type: college au word count: 2,101 words warnings: none author’s note: happy birthday to my other half #rat @dreamscript whom I love very much despite her swerving ass that goes from jimin to namjoon to inseong and maybe back to jimin someday if he’s lucky. you’re so rad and wonderful and gorgeous and memetastic, and you meme so much to me, and i’m so glad that I sent you a message a little over a year ago screaming over your writing. I heavily based this on your recent messages lmao and I apologize because I know nothing about naruto (but i think it means whirlpool in japanese, hence the title lol) but anyway ily neo phoenix congrats for surviving another year!! *cue congratulatory pterodactyl screeches*

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You enjoy being a part of the UN Conference Club your college hosts very much. But do you enjoy the people in the club? Maybe not so much. First of all, how can some people be so dumb? And second of all… well, there does not really need to be a second of all because stupidity covers all of it.

During the three-day conference, there is a historical crisis committee for the Spanish American War where the main focus centered on how to avoid the war entirely in 1898. On the first day—which is the most formal day—the attorney general, Inseong, immediately requested $1.2 million dollars to fund biotech companies to end tuberculosis. In response, someone asked if he knew just how much $1.2 million dollars amounted to in 1898. He insisted that he knew and that it was only a small price.

It was equivalent to 7 billion dollars today.

And he had planned to fund that entire sum of money that into biotech companies, which were most likely nonexistent back then.

How did this kid even win Best Delegate? Granted, his face paled considerably when the 7 billion dollars were announced, and he revoked his statement, but still.

Thus, there was example number one of idiocy.

Example number two?

Park Jimin and his ridiculous antics.

On the committee you were assigned to—which was the international monetary fund—you all are tasked with coming up with a solution to the 2017 oil crisis. You think of several ideas, plotting them out and organizing them. Things are currently going smoothly for the most part, except for one damn person.

“Psst!”

You disregard the noise, furiously scribbling down more ideas onto the paper.

“Hey!”

Don’t look back, you constantly remind yourself, ducking your head down lower towards your notebook.

You hear an exaggerated sigh before you feel something light hit your head. Frowning and narrowing your eyes, you finally turn around to see an innocent wad of lined paper on the floor next to you. It is the fifth one that you have received today. You already know who it is from.

Park Jimin.

As a fellow member of the UN Conference, he is the delegate for South Korea. But, he is more known for his reputation as the one who keeps fooling around and framing his friends with ludicrous accusations. But more notably, he is the nuisance that continues to send you silly love confessions, war declarations, and “yeet” notes all throughout every meeting and conference.

Letting out a long exhale, you lean over to pick it up and uncrumple the ball. You are greeted with the sight of yet another love note scribbled by none other than the pink haired boy. You wordlessly turn around and continue to write out your proposals, ignoring the boy. A few minutes later, you hear a whine, and you roll your eyes.

“_______!”

Slumping your shoulders, you turn around and fix the culprit with a piercing glare. “What is it now, Jimin?”

He stares at you straight in the eye, a serious look fixated on his face, and you soften a bit. Perhaps, he is finally seeing the importance of the conference. Maybe he actually has a good idea that will—

“I love you.”

Or not.

Okay, so maybe your heart did a teeny tiny somersault at that, but you refuse to admit that to his face and inflate his already big ego.

Instead, you give him the stink eye, debating whether you should roast him in front of the entire delegation or not before deciding to keep your mouth shut. You realize your resolution needs votes to be passed, so you silently reface the front and quietly tuck away the notes from Jimin into your folder as potential blackmail if needed.

After that, you are pretty sure Jimin got the message. He even tried to participate in the conference.

However, the one time he attempted to be serious and attack the problem turned out to be a dud. As a solution to the crisis, Jimin proposed that all oil exporting companies make their energy sectors 50% renewable by 2021 and make profits off of the renewable energy from that.

You almost wanted to tear your hair out in frustration or maybe beat him with the growing stack of love confessions he gave you. But because violence is never the answer, you very civilly wrote him a long note, explaining why the hell that was a terrible idea because the entire point of renewable energy is that it is inexpensive because it comes from nature. Let’s be honest, how the fuck are you going to make a profit from that? What are you going to do? Sell the sun? How about the wind? Tidal waves? Seriously.

This dude is going to make you lose half your brain cells.

However, at the end of the last day, it turns out that your resolution passed just fine without needing to resort to underhanded methods. Oh well. But hey, you can always use those love notes for other blackmailing purposes another day. You turn around in your seat to aim a smug look and maybe one last roast at Jimin, but your gaze is surprisingly met with nothing. Jimin’s chair is empty, and the satisfaction you had felt for having your proposal passed ebbs away. Somehow, victory does not feel as sweet as it should.

“Hey, _______!” Startled, you look over to see Byulyi waving at you from the doorway. Her conference had finished ten minutes earlier than yours, and she had been waiting for you. Waving back, you walk over to her, and the two of you exit the building, now strolling towards your dormitories.

“How did your committee go?” asks Byulyi, pulling the strap of her bag over her shoulder onto a more secure position.

“It went pretty well. My proposal was passed as the resolution for our oil crisis,” you answer, kicking a loose pebble across the sidewalk.

“And yet, you don’t seem very happy about it. Is something wrong?” she questions. She glances over at you, concerned, and analyzes your dejected disposition, smiling mischievously a few seconds later. “Did you not receive the usual amount of love letters from Jimin today?”

“He wasn’t there today,” you grumble, then hastily add on, “But not that I care or anything.”

“Of course not, you don’t like him at all.” Byulyi grins, elbowing your side a little too harshly.

“I don’t like him!” you protest, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Alright, alright,” she relents, tugging at your arm to pull you along once more. “Have you started studying for the chemistry test yet?”

“Ah, well, um, I took out my books and notes and everything to study but… I kind of got sucked into Naruto instead,” you confess.

“Mm, why am I not surprised?” Byulyi laughs.

“Okay, but I learned this new super cool move from the latest episode I watched. Look!” You move a few paces away from her before striking a pose and moving your arms around wildly. “So, first… it goes like this… and then, punch here and… I just gotta move my foot here… thrust my elbow out… and BAM!”

“Ow! What the hell?!”

Fuck.

You were definitely not aiming to actually hit someone. Panicking, you look at Byulyi, who only points behind you in shock. Whirling around on your heel, you come face to face with a gasping Jimin. God damn it. Of all the people on campus, it had to be him. You are completely wrapped up in this thought until you are pulled back into reality with a realization that there is an actual human being doubled over in front of you who probably needs medical help. And cue the panic alarms in your brain.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Shoot, let me take you to the medical center!” You rush over, grabbing his upper arm and hurriedly pull him towards the center, calling over at Byulyi to go to the dorms without you. She nods in understanding, motioning for you to go on, and you speed walk Jimin towards the center for treatment. “We’ll get there in less than five minutes—I—oh, god, I’m so so sorry!”

“Wait, wait, ______—Wait!” He stops walking, and you reel back slightly by the sudden stop. Jimin drags you over to a bench to sit down, and you scan over him worriedly. “Oh god, you can’t walk anymore? Did I hit a nerve or something earlier? I’m sorry!”

“No, I’m fine,” Jimin wheezes slightly before giving you a large grin, eyes curling into crescents, as a carefree laugh slips out. “But if you had wanted to hit on me that badly, you didn’t have to hit so hard.”

“What th—” Your eyes grow wide before realization hits you. You burst out angrily, jabbing him in the chest repeatedly. “I can’t believe you! I thought you were seriously hurt!”

“Wh—Ow! Wait! Ow! Hey, sto—Ow! What are you doing?! Stop! Ow! Would you quit it?!”

Jimin grabs your hands, tightening his grip on them slightly to stop you from flailing. Startled by the unexpected contact, you can only stare at him silently, mouth slightly agape in surprise. Screw Byulyi for asking you about chemistry. Screw Naruto for making you try out that move. Screw Jimin and his stupidly handsome face for making you feel so irritated, giddy, and confused towards him all the time.

But most of all, screw your heart for giving away your true feelings with the way it nearly palpitates out of your chest.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, looking at you in wonder, and you bite your bottom lip, forcing yourself to breathe as your heart takes a dive under his intense gaze. Tugging you towards him, Jimin leans in closer, and your breath hitches in your throat. He is so close that you can count the number of lashes framing his pretty chocolate eyes and his nose is millimeters away from brushing your own. Jimin is so impossibly close, and your eyes flutter close when his breath fans against your face.

“Hm,” Jimin looks at you thoughtfully, and you open your eyes in confusion. The corners of his lips then upturn into a genuine, but still impish, smile. “You wanted me to kiss you.”

“I—No,” you stammer, “No, that’s not it, I—”

“You like me, you want to kiss me,” he exclaims happily in a lilting tone. Beaming, he slips his fingers in the spaces between yours now, squeezing your hands gently.

“No, I don’t,” you feebly deny, face becoming warmer every second as Jimin leans towards you once again, grinning and noses touching. “I just… um… well, you see…”

Jimin does a pretty effective job at stopping that trail of thought.

His lovely, pink lips are soft and plush as they brush against yours endearingly in a way that stirs up colonies of butterflies in your stomach. You kiss him back as he gently bites down on your bottom lip. He tugs you onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as your hands grasp loosely on the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. You can feel his heart beating just as rapidly as yours is, and you smile happily, your lips curling in the slightest of ways, before you pull away. Jimin gazes at you so adoringly, and you can only imagine that you look the same way towards him.

Jimin tangles his fingers with yours once more and steals another kiss, musing with a quiet laugh, “Our relationship is so backwards.”

You tilt your head in slight confusion as the two of you stand up, hands still intertwined. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I said my first ‘I love you’ to you yesterday, had my first kiss with you just now, and will be taking you on our first date in a few minutes.”

“First date?” you wonder aloud, a smile making its way across your face as an identical one has already found its place on Jimin’s.

“Yeah, I’m bringing you to one of my favorite ramen shops.” Jimin swings your hand playfully, then nudges your shoulder, struggling to hold back his laughter. “Would you prefer that we Naruto run to the place?”

“… You know what? I actually learned a couple of other moves from Naruto that I’d like to try out.”

“… Or we can just… you know… walk there calmly and happily like any other couple.”

“Good choice.”

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