#i just laugh it off but it gave me chills sooooo bad i wanted to leave the conversation
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you know what an old crush of mine said i'm "wifey material" and 😀✋
#amgf is yapping. . .#it caught me off guard because we're literally doing research and he says that out of nowhere???#i just laugh it off but it gave me chills sooooo bad i wanted to leave the conversation#but also!!!! somehow my friends knew because he told them that happened or smth man idk
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love all around
i had the most memorable birthday weekend :> i am filled with so much love and comfort its beautiful!!
on friday, i first ate lunch with my mom and i ~subtly~ brought up moving out because mocha’s mom gave her the blessing to move out and stuff and i was just reading her text messages and it was just so warming!! my mom stayed silent and started saying stuff like why would you want to move back there and why would you leave me, etc etc more stuff like that and honestly, thats my hometown. i was born and raised there, i find so much comfort there. we kinda trailed off and whatever but yeah. i took a nap and got ready for my dinner, picked up one of my sibs and thankfully there was no waiting line! mocha brian and wayo soon arrived, introduced everyone and we ate! chio asked if they did anything for birthdays and our waiter was like “ill sing you happy birthday ill do something!” and i was like nonono its okay LOL but yeah we had a really good dinner despite... not finishing our last bowls of meat ; __ ; mocha and deejay were roasting marshmallows and when wayo was eating his marshmallow i said “bro u rawdogging ur marshmallow” and he was like “ew yeah whats wrong with that!” chio gave me a painted picture with everyones notes in the back and i was about to cry so hard because it was a picture of me on a day that i felt so vulnerable. it was a day that was significant to me because i opened up to my big and sibs and it meant alot. i appreciated it so much and ; ___ ; just hold so much love and respect for them.
they cleared our table to give me a lil plate with ice cream mochi tht spelled happy birthday in sriracha sauce AND blasted happy birthday music LOL im also glad there was enough pieces to distribute to everyone ^__^ the lady was kind enough to take our pictures too and augh such a good dinner!
we got ready to drive to karaoke and angel opened my car and i was like wait, did.. did i not lock my car LMAOOO but nothing was taken so thats good! we arrived at karaoke and finished after 2 hrs ish (they cut us short) and some security guy was talking to us and we conversed with him and then a whole hour later it was just ... alot of talking. it wasnt bad tho, we were talking about alot of issues and it was nice to see from a different perspective in a civil way.
we went to my workplace for some coffee and my coworker was just goggling at wayo, i was just laughing cuz it was so obvious !! she pulled me to the side and was like “omg is that ryan ????” and i said omg no thats my bestie and she said “oh he’s cute omg !!” told her i could always introduce him to you and stuff and she was just all giggling like GIRL lemme be your wingwoman !! so cute anyways
me and brian ate like 2 or 3 caps of mushie before going into target just so it could kick in by the time we went to the park (spoiler: it did not work) but we really ventured in target. got our snacks, lil plastic tables, slime, picnic stuff and SHREK shirts B-) wayo was like we should wear it to the park and we collectively said no LMAO
we got to the park, set up and redosed again. made slime and basically just chilled. we still didnt feel anything at 4pm and we were just like fuckitttt guess we’re going all out. we basically finished 3/4th of the ziploc but when lisa came around that time, we started feeling it. everything was so HD, so clear, bright, things were melting, when i fixated on something it felt like everything else was a blur, clouds were within arms reach, trees too, etc etc. i was expecting to see the roses at the rose garden change color but whateva. anyways, mocha took 2 stems cuz me and brian were like we’ll take more if you take some and I KNOW SHE IS SO SNEAKY !!! still love her hehe but anyways!! we were all vibing n stuff and it was just a fun time. i couldnt move tho while we were getting ready to pack and i felt sooooo planted. we eventually got to our car, found a DUMB PARKING TICKET smh greedy ass neighborhood and drove to lisa’s car. i felt so worried tho, parking ticket, leaving my car to wayo, etc i could my body tense up so much. i told wayo to keep my car (kilig mobile) safe but i knew he was a good driver. i also knnow that lisa is a good driver but my body felt as if she was going 90 mph. she suddenly swerved into t4′s parking lot and my god my life flashed before my eyes. as we went into the freeway, i felt the same sensation: all the cars just flying past me. i stared into the sky as the girls were talking and i had an epiphany: i need to tell myself that im ok. im safe. im doing fine. and it took me back to what my therapist was saying: that my body is in CONSTANT flight or fight mode. its why my chest started hurting for MONTHS the previous year. im always worried. im always expecting something bad to happen. im so used to trauma, so used to pain i dont know how else to react. so the act of telling myself to stay calm is sosoosos important. but its hard when my body is conditioned to do otherwise.
we watched interstellar, ate thai food, trauma bonded and all that good stuff. wayo opened up about some stuff and i felt so angry for his situation. i was angry because i was in a very similar situation and yknow its just tough when someone you love had to go through that. mocha also, and i just... i wish we all hadnt gone through that.
lisa gifted me this really nice piano art poster and man i cried.. again LOL. we were both partners for our piano duet back in high school and it reminded me how much we did alot of things together. i lovelovelove playing the piano as it give me so much peace though im not the greatest but still. the poster was SO beautiful and i really cant wait to hang it up in the future :”) i dont want to hang it up now because i think it deserves a beautiful home and my current place is just not it
we were talking about jobs, relationships, sex stuff (cuz we’re open about it), exes, etc etc and honestly it was a fun talk. me and lisa were like “i dont see myself being married” and i mean I didnt lie !!! i really couldnt see myself being married. and with kids. i see myself with a dog in a comfy small home or apartment but yeah!! and then mocha brought up ryan and then i just kinda .... went off about how handsome and kind he was LMAO and lisa was just like “girl you said you couldnt see yourself being with anyone” ; ___ ; but yeah i was just saying how amazing ryan is and he’s just so darn bright and i feel like im undeserving i was and slgnsdnldnglrthngd argh but i also mentioned that we havent met in person so what if theres a chance he thinks differently of me and im not what he expected and stuff like that. like im really happy that we do share the same feelings but im not setting up expectations because its possible it would lead to disappointment and yknow. but he’s such a great guy and honestlyyyyy sigh. the timing is so darn odd. like i break up with my ex last year and i told myself, “no more dating until i graduate AND find a job” and then boom ryan enters. not a bad thing but if i betray myself i dont think ill do well. i was just worried about this whole thing like what if it goes wrong and yknow and wayo was like “if he’s putting in so much effort theres literally nothing to worry about. he already seems like a great guy.”
me: but how do you really know?
wayo: i just know it, trust me
we also talked about red flags and stuff, we compared ourselves back in high school and beginning of college and we were just so bad to our exes. i was a miserable person but mocha watched me grow and become such a great person and mannnnn i feel and see it too! my first healthy relationship was with my previous ex and honestly i learned alot from him. i learned to end it amicably too, and there was so much learning to do in there. i now know how to treat myself, my partner, what to do and how to deal with things and learned how to communicate better. we went to sleep around 6am and i could already hear the birds chirping. i knock out after replying to ryans email :3
we woke up and got ready in the late day: got some coffee + tea + sushi + went to home goods, wayo bought me a container for my mushies and i thought it was funny how this woman was just butting in our convo like ok LMAO. we watched everything everywhere all at once and i thought it was a tad bit abstract but towards the end i cried SO hard. i was just like “euuuughghgueueughgh” and lisa was just caressing my shoulder and i continued to cry and stuff but damn that movie really said “you get to face generational trauma TODAY”
helped everyone pack their stuff when we drove back home. i know cream puff enjoyed everyones presence cuz they all played with her and rubbed her belly ehe. but anyways we all cleaned up and stuff, and i just. felt sad. cuz everyones going back home, and ill be alone again. physically, not emotionally. but yknow.
i did alot of reflecting after the weekend, and lil bit during too. but just being around my loved ones... its sossooso healing. i felt so loved. i felt so comfortable. i felt at PEACE. like we didnt have to do anything major, just as long as im with them i felt so calm. and honestly, this is probably the best birthday ive ever had. and im SO grateful for that. i could feel myself transforming in such a beautiful way and i may not be where i want to be but i KNOW im getting there. and my friends are there beside me to help me grow. and honestly ... ugh i cant describe it im just so happy. im always looking forward to things now. i was in a massive depressive state since high school and up until recently i feel like things are changing. i hope it continues to do so in a good way. im facing my traumas, my fears, my insecurities and learning how to deal with them. im no longer alone, i feel loved, i feel myself becoming stronger, and man thats such an incredible feeling.
if theres one thing i need to address, its probably meeting my dad again. he reached out and said happy birthday, and that we should meet again soon. i need to tell him that im financially not in a good place and that he promised he would help me. im scared that he would forget, and im scared that he would brush me off. a part of me feels guilty because i dont know if i have been a good daughter because he’s also not doing well but at the same time he has always been absent and the least thing he could do is help me pay off things. i dont know. we’ll see. but theres that. another thing i need to address in the near future is moving out (again). i dont want to be bounded in an environment where i am not allowed to grow. its scary moving out because yknow its like ... im so used to being at home with my mom and ive always had problems with my health and she’s always been my safety net but i need to do things on my own. of course, when im ready but we’ll save this for another time
anywho, theres that. i really hope things become better in the future!
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Request: Phil and Melinda have been in a relationship since they were in the academy and Daisy is just finding out now?!
ASHAKDAFS YES
okay so i’m in the middle of writing the penultimate chapter of my academy au series so heres this lil baby blurb :) i hope this is okay!!! thx for requesting (read: i love u) x
ps gif is mine xP
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The base was quiet. It was a rare luxury to relax in the common room, humming to the soft sounds of Coulson’ record player in the corner. Daisy was stretched along the couch, computer open and one earbud in, falling into a rabbit hole of cute animal videos on Tumblr.
What could she say? She was a sucker for baby otters.
With no one else around, Daisy didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. She could feel the base around her, usually buzzing like a beehive, now calm and collected, yet strangely comforting. In a week, the Playground would once again be overrun with agents. Her team was scattered over the world; Jemma visiting her Mum in England, Fitz taking a short vacation to Brazil to see the monkeys, Mack and Elena in Italy, and Bobbi and Hunter somewhere ‘hot, tropical, and away from the other.’
The only ones who stayed behind were Coulson, out of necessity as director, herself, because where exactly was she going to go on vacation?, and May, who gave the excuse of having the gym all to herself.
Not a bad sentiment, Daisy thought, slowly sitting up. Maybe training would be a good day to end a day of self-indulgent lounging.
Daisy was already in athletic clothes, so she headed straight to the gym, leaving her laptop locked in the living room. She heard a thunk and a laugh. Coulson and May must have been sparring.
Daisy was not prepared for what May and Coulson were actually doing in the training room.
"’Sup, AC—ahhHH!" Daisy quickly covered her eyes, turning around. She was an adult. They were adults. But her mother figure and father figure laid out on the sparring mats, not-so-innocently making out was a shocking sight.
"Daisy, we’re both fully clothed. You don’t need to cover your eyes."
Daisy peeked between her fingers. May was helping Coulson up.
"Since when is this—you two—you were? I’m not even—? What did I miss? How long have you been keeping this a secret? Does the team know?" Daisy fired off questions. "Were you two going to—?"
"No! Daisy, chill pill," Coulson chuckled. "We were not. And to answer your other questions — Nothing, not a secret, most of them."
Daisy paled. "Am I the only one who didn’t know?"
May snorted, smiling softly, "Yes, I think so."
Daisy frowned. "So you’re telling me my parents got together and didn’t even tell me?"
"To be fair, Daisy," Coulson started, glancing at May with what Daisy now recognized as heart eyes sappier than any rom-com, "You were probably like two when we got together."
Her jaw dropped.
"This entire time?!"
"What are we yelling about?" Mack asked, arms loaded with bags as he called from the hallway, back from Italy already.
"May and Coulson were kissing in the training room!" Daisy shouted back. Coulson laughed.
"Okay? And? They do that everywhere. It’s not anything new," He responded, voice quieting as he left.
"Does Jemma know?" Daisy asked suddenly. Coulson blushed and looked down. May smirked knowingly.
"Oh. My. God!" Daisy cried. "How did she manage to keep this big of a secret from her own girlfriend?!"
Coulson shrugged.
"So are y’all married, too? Any other kids I should know about? Do I have secret siblings?" Daisy joked, finally past the shock. She ran out, dialing Jemma, before they could answer.
"We will never hear the end of this, will we?" Coulson asked May. May shook her head, kissing his shoulder then leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
"No way, not ever."
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sooooo…,, when’s the wedding tho?
ahhhhh thank you again for this request it made me so happy :D
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✨lie down darling Its time for a dream✨
Faking it (dad squad)
So basically this is what happens if the dad squad found out reader faked an orgasm before
This is of course 18+ and the reader is female
Daichi suwamura
Okay so daichi honestly was never worried about y'all sex life
Like you moan his name everytime why is he worried
It's when you and the rest of the karasuno group get drunk and play truth of dare
When it's your turn.. you're drunk off six shots of tequila and tanaka asks you to reveal your deepest secret
"okay okay! Sooo during me and daichi's fourth anniversary, we fucked and I may have totally faked it"
Wait what.
WHAT?!
Everyone else is laughing but daichi is over here having a mental breakdown
You did what?!
How many more have you faked?! Were they all fake?! Did he ever really make you cum?
It did not take long for daichi to drag you away to the nearest bathroom
You gasp when daichi pinned you against the wall his mouth attacking your neck while his hands roamed your body now gripping your hips as he ripped your panties off.
"faked an orgasm?! Damn it how many did you fake? Doesn't matter don't tell me. I'm going to fuck you against this wall and you are going to cum over and over til I know for sure you like having sex with me"
He fucked you until you couldn't think anymore, he also made sure EVERYONE heard it.
Tooru oikawa
You were having girl talk with the other managers and the topic of sex came up
They all assume he's some sex god which makes you laugh
Oikawa is honestly such a dork during sex that you couldn't help but spills beans
"honestly he was so nervous during our first time, It was so cute..though he didn't really make me.. y'know"
Oh BOY
News travelled fast and before you know it at 4am you had a pissed oikawa at your door
The loud harsh banging interrupted your sleep and you went to the door only to see oikawa standing there, your sleepy eyes trailed his body up and down and you noticed he was gripping his phone so tight his knuckles turned white, you didn't even get to speak when the male stormed inside and let's out a frustrated sigh.
"why are rumors about me being bad in bed spreading around?!"
"I dunno...maybe you have a hater, babe it's like 4am..why are you here?"
Oikawa snapped his head towards you before walking towards you anger fuming towards you before he gripped your arm tightly.
"everyone is saying you started the rumor, so tell me little cutie what the fuck have you been saying?"
Your eyes got wide as the conversation with the girls resurfaced in your head and you softly reached out to put your hands on his cheeks which made him relax but he was still clearly annoyed.
"sorry, tooru it was just one little story. Girl talk y'know and it's fine lots of people can't make their partner cum their first time you just ha-"
You were cut off by the male roughly pulling you towards your room, everytime you tried to speak oikawa would glare at you before demanding that you shut up. Once in your room he pushed you on the bed his ego clearing having dropped now that you admitted the truth.
"I am good at sex! I am Great! I just have to prove to you that you are with the best man ever"
As he spoke he started to strip before his cold glare landed on you before he crawled ontop and wrapped a hand around your throat.
"you are going to be begging me to stop making you cum once I'm done with you"
He made you tell everyone that you cummed extra hard that night, even if it was super embarrassing to say.
Tetsuro kuroo
You two were arguing
It started with him being jealous of a person at work flirting with you and it just blew up
Screams and swears shooting back at the other
Low blows were dealt
You both don't even remember what the fight was about
Then..you said it
"God you are so cocky! It's shit like that, that make me fake orgasms during sex"
He shut up after that one for sure
All he can think about was how many did you fake and how he failed as your lover
Why didn't you tell him you weren't feeling good during sex?
Kuroo remained quiet as he let his brain think, after saying it you quickly walked over and hugged him hoping he wasn't angry at you
"baby! I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was just upset and you were just upset you forgive me yeah?"
"how many times?"
"that doe-"
"how many damn times?!"
You flinched when he forced you to look at him showing pain in his eyes and you couldn't help but be honest with him.
"only a few, during those times where I was just really sleepy that's it"
Kuroo let's out a shaky sigh before he peppered soft kisses along your neck. He was pretty hurt at the moment but he did want to make it up to you, plus make up sex was always good
"come, let's talk this out yeah?"
His tone was soft as he guided you to the bedroom thought talking wasn't the plan he had, he wanted to make you see stars and make sure he could actually make you cum.
Koutaro bokuto
Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to pump up bokuto's ego every time you guys have sex
All your praise makes him think he's the best in the world
But when it came time for a girls night at you and bokuto's place stuff starts to spill
You told bokuto to spend the night at akaashi or something but you didnt think he would come home
"sooo [y/n]! How is bokuto in bed?! We gotta know"
The question made you embarrassed while bokuto stood outside you guys' bedroom listening in
Yes dear wife tell them how my sex is the best in the world
"koutaro, tries his best. Sometimes he gets a little too excited and cums early so he gets too tired to finish and we end up cuddling before I can climax so I just fake it"
WHAT?!
Bokuto automatically swings the door open scaring both you and the girls
He is legit tearing up and about to sob
After, very quickly telling the girls to leave he cries into your stomach while you pet his head
"why didn't you tell me?! I would have made it all better"
"oh..kou..it's no big deal"
Your soothing which would usually work just wasn't working right now, bokuto sniffled as he looked up at you with tearful eyes, you were his baby owl and he couldnt even make you feel good?!
He couldn't believe that! No he won't accept that! Before you can respond bokuto pushed you down on the bed before starting to pull your pants and underwear off your body
"kou! W-what the hell?!"
"just let me do this please! I need to know that I can do this, I just want you to be happy with me..so..let me worship you"
You were shocked but shuddered at the feeling of soft kisses against your inner thigh, with one final sniffle bokuto was now focused on something else.
He proceeded to eat you out that night until you cummed so much that you was sobbing but by the end of it he was so happy to know that he can make you cum and of course he was more mindful about your needs.
Wakatoshi ushijima
Oh jeez
Okay so he makes it very clear that bedroom talk is off limits
What you two do in bed is your business hell you guys don't really talk about sex and spend more time just doing it
You are very tight lipped about your sex life but tendou Is a very stubborn guy
He is constantly asking you what's it like..mostly cause he wants to tease wakatoshi
After finally bothering you to the point where you wanna hit him you confess
"toshi is great okay?! I mean sure he has his moments of not really getting me there but it's good so stop asking!"
OHOHOHO HE HAS TO KNOW MORE
after explaining that wakatoshi tends to be boringly vanilla you expect him to let it go
No bitch this is tendou 'i give no fucks' satori
Proceeds to tease wakatoshi about it every chance he gets
"wow who knew you could be boring in all departments"
"sooooo, you really like it vanilla huh?"
Of course oblivious wakatoshi doesn't pay him any mind until a drunk tendou spills the beans
"guess who told me that you're boring in bedddd~ pfft she said you are so slow that it is like fucking a box"
You of course didn't say that but you were shocked to see wakatoshi at your door the next day
"did you tell tendou about our sex life?"
Well fuck.
you honestly should have expected this. You let out a shaky sigh as you merely avoided eye contact you felt pretty embarrassed and ashamed
"yeah, sorry toshi he kept bugging me about it"
"you telling him is not why I'm upset"
You were honestly shocked and looked up only to see wakatoshi's face close to yours, his eyes were intense and honestly gave you chills.
"did you say I was boring during sex? Is this true?"
"um..yeah but it's okay I mean it's still good it's just very..typical I mean we do the same stuff all the time and you just tend to be, slow"
Wakatoshi was a little shocked by your words but he calmly sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of what exactly he needed to do.
"then my future wife, allow me to spend the night making you feel good instead of myself, you can tell me exactly what I need to do in order to bring you to climax again and again."
And you did exactly that, he was quite obedient and even did things he never done before just so he can make you feel good.
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu imagines#wakatoshi ushijima#tetsuro kuroo#daichi suwamura#bokuto koutaro#oikawa tooru
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Hippie! S/o Headcanon Katsuki,Kirishima and Shinsou
Request:𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 , 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝘀/𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲?
BAKUGO KATSUKI
This boy didn't really notice your existence at first, because he was always focused on his training, the first time he notices you it was when you were fighting (in a training) with Kirishima. He originally judged you for being """lazy""" because you didn't really avoid all Kirishima's attack.
You weren't lazy for sure but you know, we are talking about bakugo. You cant pretend to get a good judgment from him unless you got the balls to fight with him. And that what you did, kinda... well,you ""fight"" him in your own way.
Bakugo was in his usual day to scream at Deku when you were casually walking around the area with your usually chilling atmosphere that can relax almost all the students just by watching you. You look at Deku and decide to enter the fight without any violent intentions.
"Hey, hey good-looking bomber. You don't wanna scare your moma with a punishment from the teach', will ya?" Bakugo looks at you with his usually annoyed face and screams "HUH?!", he was half frustrated by the random half-compliment. Deku is internally praying for you and hopes you don't get in trouble because of him.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, EXTRA?? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS" Of course, he would scream with his annoyed voice. You smirk and look at him indifferently and not scared at all. Deku was just standing there, looking at you and trying to tell you that this situation may end up bad.
"Saving my classmates from a blondie hot rat like you, it's my business. Especially when I walk around here, you don't own this hallway you know"Oooh, he was so mad and shocked. You weren't affected by his angry mood and that makes him speechless,bakugo continues to argue about it but you were immediately giving a response back with your flirts.
Hold on, the flirts. This boy ain't used to flirt so it slowly killing him, like who the fuck would flirt with him without knowing a single mountain's hair off his?? Of course, you. You didn't care, you just FLIRT. Bakugo ended up going away frustrated after your stupid 3 minutes of argument, a fricking record from bakugo I must say.
After your first meeting, he was looking at you. He won't admit it but, he was curious, you were chilling all the time and when you were around him, you just flirt and gave a sassy response back. His blood boils because of your sassiness, he hate it and loves it at the same time. He couldn't handle his curiosity so he sometimes gets close to you on purpose but, you know who this man is. It's katsuki bakugo, he won't admiiiit it.
When he started to get close to you, he tries to hide his smile when you flirt with him, you notice it but you decide to not point it out, too much stress for you. Bakugo always tries to force you on training more or try to be more energetic in some battles (because he didn't want others to think you are weak), but you just didn't care. He, unfortunately, couldn't do anything about it, you always kill him with an instant surprise flirt. Fricking sassy bitch.
So in a simple way, he slowly opens up to you and starts to get less angry than usual because of your attitude. Your classmates were shocked but they didn't complain. They always found a way to make bakugo shout again and you? Absolutely love it. More reasons to flirt and tease him.But of course,you did all of this without stressing yourself out. Bakugo will be really stressed out but he won’t stop you,deep down,he love you.
I forgot about the hippie lifestyle for a minute. Honestly,this boy doesn’t gave a shit about how you dress up (he kinda does.) or what you do. It’s your life so you choose what you want. As much as you try to make him understand how the hippie life work,he just doesn’t get it.
If someone try to hurt you when you’re trying to communicate without violence, bakugo ask kirishima to cover your eyes and then he start beating that person up if you consent him (you never consent him to attack them,he listen to you.. only for beating them later). He feel very awkward when he need to comfort you but he try. This man try to comfort you and ended up making you giggles.
Text explanation of your relationship with bakugo:
Bakugo:
Where the fuck are you?
You were behind me 2 seconds ago
and now you disappeared.
S/o:
don't worry yellow bamboo.
I just saw a cool drink I wanted to try
Bakugo:
YELLOW BAMBOO?! SERIOUSLY?!
HOW MANY NICKNAMES YOU GONNA GAVE ME, DRUNK FACE?!
S/o:
as many, as I want,
you didn't see yourself in the mirror?
Your bamboo hair never found a good direction lol,
you killed kaminari's eyes a lot of time
when he tried to prank you with your hair.
Bakugo:
HE DID WHAT- UGH WHATEVER
I'M GOING TO KILL HIM LATER
TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW
WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE
S/o:
chiiiill dude,
the teach' is always sleeping in his banana "suit". He won't notice that I'm late.
Bakugo:
don't be a dumbass
just tell me
I'm going to buy you that shitty drink
S/o:
yoooo, thank you rich boy
next time, I'm going to teleport to Disneyland
so you'll buy me the ticket lolol
Bakugo:
keep dreaming drunk face
Eijiro Kirishima
Kirishima totally noticed you, after seeing you "fighting" with Bakugo and he was SOOOOO shock seeing you so relaxed after literally having bakugo's scream in your face. He went to stop bakugo before the blondie rat starts to go too far. He told bakugo that the thing he was about to do wasn't manly,bakugo just say a loud "tsk" and went away. You thank him by winking at him.
"Thank you for your help, cutie hedgehog. I will definitely make him mad again for seeing you saving me like a princess" Okay, you broke him just by calling him "cutie hedgehog" and you noticed it, you let out a giggle and just pat him for some seconds then you went away in your usually very bright hippie clothes.
That is, you literally become his new manly girl. He just wants to know more about you and your "strange" but cute lifestyle. He doesn't really know what a hippie is, but he doesn't care. He will appreciate it and support it anyway. It doesn't hurt anyone so why not. You are manly to him.
Every time you two interact, you ended up making the boy blush or laugh with your sassy personality. Of course, he'll block you when you went too overboard with your sassiness with bakugo, you listen to him because.. come on. How can you complain to a cute hedgehog?
You and Kirishima got a special relationship, he always offers you to come with him when bakugo want to stay alone for a while. Especially when you are upset after an failed attempt on ending a fight without violence, he protect you if someone try to hurt you and tell them how unmanly they are on attacking you.
he is really into it when you gave him some lessons about what is a hippie and etc. He wants to learn anything about you and even if he doesn't immediately get it, he doesn't always get your sassiness not gonna lie, he supports you.
He wants to try dressing like you, you know... just friends! aha.. who am I kidding? He likes you-, like more than friends but he won't tell you. He needs time for being manly and confesses to you. Of course, if you want to stay just friends, he would do that. No complains.
When kirishima become angry or upset,he always run to you. You are special and your relaxing atmosphere make his heart calm down, Your company and sense of humor really make him chill and laugh,you aren’t exaggerated and he love it.
Hitoshi Shinsou
Shinso is... strangely interested, seeing a student that is chill but can also destroy you with elegant sassiness? Yes, please.
He saw you with kaminari who was teasing you about having a "crush" over a boy, you don't react badly or embarrassed respect you flirt with him and broke kaminari with one single phrase.Okay, that was strange but strange enough to catch shinso attention.
Shinso was the one starting the conversation and the friendship after you leave kaminari broken, you two have a lot in common even if your "lifestyle" is different. Even though most of the time shinso was silent, he enjoyed your company. The fact you could manipulate someone by just flirting make him internally proud, of course, you don't call it"manipulation" but Shinso definitely see it as a form of manipulation.
Your "psychedelic" clothes really kill his eyes, he doesn't really like it. But overall, he respects how you dress, he absolutely loves your sandals. Your personality? Even better, he adores your flirty side. If you flirt with him, he'll smirk and tell you that your "Manipulation" doesn't work on him."I told you, hot eggplant. I'm serious when I flirt with you" you look at him hoping he finally believes you, he smirk and look at you. He stopped walking just for looking at you on the face so he doesn't make you suspicious.
"Well, you do that with almost everyone when they annoy you. So maybe next time, you'll be lucky and I would believe you." you sigh and shinso continue to walk trying to hide the fact he blushes a little, you follow him and start talking about random stuff. Not caring about the time.Shinso adores you because he found you adorable when you try to avoid fighting and just try to make a human communication.
But he was worried honestly, he doesn't show it because of his always tired face. He will bring you out from an argument if they start to throw arms on you even after you try to calm them. He will comfort you if you fail on ending an argument, he will mind-controlling the other guy who made you upset and made them say sorry to you, and then he throws their mindless body somewhere until they wake up.
You two always chill around or even sleep, Aizawa found you two sleeping on the couch of the dorm for HOURS ignoring the class hours. if you act sassy with shinso, shinso will "sassy" you back. Hell yeah, sassy fight.He is never upset with you and never mind control you, he ain't a villain like everyone told.
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I’M SORRY IF THIS ISN’T EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED- I TRIED MY BEST ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡
I’m sorry again because kirishima and shinso are very short,i know that. And i’m sorry for the 3th time,i’m not used to write them so i tried really hard to get their personality!
-Chakie
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Prove Your Worth
Ceo!Bakugou x Reader(NSFW)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, slight bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk
Word count: 3,968
A/n: My friend gave me this idea because she really wanted to see a ceo bakugou and this is how I imagined it would happen but also im a hoe for some ceo sooooo. I enjoyed this a little to much so it turned out longer than what I expected that's what she said. Also I have had to rewrite this so many times because my computer is stupid. I’m also going to be taking requests for other characters in the BNHA fandom. This was my first smut so I hope y’all like.
You stood in front of the two daunting glass doors, a lump growing in your throat as you hold onto the intern paperwork. You’re in your third year and at the Sports Festival you were finally able to make it up to 2nd place. For the first time you had more than 50 offers, a LOT more. You knew that in order to become a successful hero you were going to have to try to get in with a Pro. You were surprised to see an offer from one Pro let alone two. Deku . . . and Ground Zero, shuddering at the thought of the intense Hero.
You take a step forward and pushed open the door, looking around the lobby and spot the receptions desk and walk over. A lady with short pink hair is typing away at the computer.
“How can I help you there?” She said without looking up or even pausing her ferocious typing. It had honestly caught you off guard as you were just going to wait for her to finish.
“I’m Y/N L/N, the 3rd year from UA, and I was here because of the offer I got for the internship?” you hand over you hero license and show her your school I.D. She takes both cards and looks at them. You glance down at her name tag as she continues typing in the computer looking up the information, noticing that it says Mina. Wasn’t she in the same class as Deku and Ground Zero, as a matter of fact all of Ground Zero’s old high school friend group work at this agency.
“Alright it looks like in here you have a meeting with the big guy for 1:00. He’s in a meeting right now and he should be out soon... hopefully. If you head to the top floor there is going to be a waiting lounge to your right once you get out.” Mina says, interrupting your thoughts. She gestures to the elevator and flashes a quick smile.
“Thank you so much” you smile back to her and head over to the elevator. Once you enter you notice just how many floors there are. I’d expect nothing less from the Number 2 hero. You click on the top floor and make your way up. Once the elevator hits the top floor you spot the waiting area and make your way over
. ~time skip~
The meeting Ground Zero was in went over schedule to say the least. It was currently 2:30 and you were still sitting in the lounge. Mina had even come up for her lunch break to keep you company once she found out the meeting was going over. Maybe I’ll just go with De- your thought was cut off by a door down the hall being opened.
You quickly stood up and fixed your skirt and looked at who exited the room. You soon recognized them as the Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero themselves. They start to walk down the hall towards where you am standing, still in conversation. Once they make it to where you was the green haired man notices in there and turns to you and smiles.
“You’re Y/N, from the Sports Festival right? I’m sorry I wasn't able to make our meeting this morning, as you can see now, something had come up. I do hope to reschedule and talk to you about joining my agency for your internship. You’re very talented with that quirk of yours.” Deku says to you. He then turns back to Ground Zero and says, “I really hope you change your mind Kacchan.”
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that you damn nerd.” Ground Zero glares back at the him at the nickname. Maybe it’s an inside joke? Deku chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
“Oh yeah, sorry about that Bakugou. I do hope to hear from you though.” He turns away from him and back to you “And you too.” and with that he headed to the elevator. While watching him walk away you hadn’t even realized that the angry man that was once in front of you was no longer there. You look around to find him when you hear
“Oi are you coming or what?” come from the direction of where the two heroes had originally came from. You scramble to grab your stuff from next to couch and rush over to where he was holding open the door. As you walk in you mumble a thank you to which he only replies with “Tsk-” and then go to stand in the middle of the office. It was very spacious with all black furniture and state of the art technology. The office was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that covered the three walls that lead to outside. A door was off to the left that lead to his rap-around balcony that you could sort of see due to the half open blinds.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?” Bakugou says while seating behind his desk, grabbing a file that was put off to the side. You take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, placing your bag on the floor next to your feet. Looking up you can see him going through what you believe is to be your academic file. You take the moment to look at who you could possibly be interning with. He was quite handsome... and by handsome I mean fucking hot. His blond hair was slightly messing from what you could assume was from his prior meeting and was starting to fall in front of his deep crimson eyes. He slightly bits his lip focusing on the paperwork in front of him, those same intense eye darting back and forth. Your eyes start to travel down his torso to see that his black button up had the top few buttons undone. Then to his arms seeing that the fabric on his sleeve is tightly accentuating the muscles trapped inside of them. Hell the whole shirt was tight on him and you can’ t tell if it was because the shirt was a size to small or he was just that built. His hands start flipping through the file and you catch him lick his finger to help turn the page. You shouldn’t find someone flipping a paper this attractive but seeing the way his long fingers curl around the page sends a chill down your spine. You start thinking about the things those hands could probably do, and you press your legs together so that you can try to ignore the warm feeling that was starting to build. I have to be professional! Behind him you could see a discarded tie and a suit jacket that was probably on him at some point of the day. I wonder how intense his last meeting had to be in order for him to start stripping. What would have happened if it had continued? You’re interrupted by your thoughts once again by him speaking.
“So it looks like here that your first year in the Sports Festival you only had made it into the calvary battle, your second year you had only made it passed the first round in the battle tournament and then this year you finally managed to place 2nd. While I will say you’ve improved a lot, how do I know that what you did this year at the Festival wasn’t just a fluke and that you are actually talented enough to be one of my sidekicks?” He places the file down on the table looking up at you with one brow quirked. You pause in shock but shake out of it, not to sure why you were shocked though, he’s the 2nd best hero so of course he’d only accept the best in as his sidekick. You looked down at your lap but quickly brought it up when you heard him clear his throat.
“Well I-I think t-that it shows just how m-much I have improved over my time at UA and h-how much I more I could improve at your a-agency.” you stutter under his intense stare. Get it together! I press my hands together and hold the edge of your skirt trying to calm yourself.
“Yet I’m not the only company you’re interested in interning with am I?” He questions you while standing up from his desk. As he walked around to front of his desk he continued talking, “Your first choice was with that damn nerd. So tell me, why should I take you in if your showing such interest in him?” He sits in front of you on the edge of his desk. You took a deep breath in so that you could get your next sentence out with some form of confidence, even if you had to fake it.
“I actually was originally only interested in trying to get and internship here, as I think that I would be able to develop my quirk and fighting skills better here. But it wouldn’t have been smart to keep my options so limited so I made sure to check out his agency as well, seeing as he’s the Number One-” you quickly got interrupted by a loud slam causing you to let out a squeal.
“Don’t- Fucking- Say- It. It’s bad enough I gotta hear it all over the news and from the idiot himself. I’m not going to be hearing it again and that gonna be your only warning.” Crimson eyes glare into you. You swallow the lump in you throat and squeeze your thighs harder together, suddenly getting very warm. He takes in a deep breath as to calm himself down. He pauses before going to ask his next question.
“Can you explain your quirk a little bit” he looks back, running his hand through his hair, waiting for you response.
“Oh yeah. My quirk is called Atmokinesis. I’m able to control weather but after some intense training I’m starting to be able to work on the individual elements that go into each type of weather. So far I’m really good with lightning, water and air but I think I struggle most with the raw power behind fire, which is why I thought it’d be really good for me to intern here seeing how good you are with controlling your explosion quirk.” you explain to him and you see him start to smirk at the indirect complement.
“Well you fucking got that right.” he scoffed “What made you want to become a hero?” he asked. It sounding like these where prewritten questions used on everyone who sat in this chair. You laugh a little and respond
“I feel like my reason is the same as most. When I was little I was obsessed with All Might and I always told my parents that I was going to be just like him. They pushed me toward that dream and helped me along the way. Although I will say when All Might had to retire I think is when I made up my mind for sure. I knew that the world was going to need more heroes out there to replace the symbol of peace.” I smile a little thinking back to the fond memories of my childhood. and continue “but then again I guess he’s sorta been replaced huh? Seeing as how Deku has such a similar power to the great hero-”
“I thought I fucking warned you about talking about him” your eyes snap to his crimson ones as you realized what you had said. The anger on his face prevalent from hearing about the status of his rival.
“I-I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean to I swear I had just forgot about-”
“Shut up” His voice cuts you off. You look down at my lap hoping to avoid his gaze. I just blew this interview. He leans up from his desk and walks over to your chair.
“Stand up, I’m going to show you something” his voice much deeper than It was just moments before making your knees week. You look up at him in confusion but realize he was probably kicking you out. You stand up, your head hung low as you go to reach for your bag when you’re stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. You go to look up but when you do he starts leading you toward the door. As you go to start apologizing again he stops you both at a display case that was next to his door.
“What do you see” He lets go of your wrist and takes a step behind me so that I can get a proper look at the case.
You look and see a key to the city that is given to each of the top 10 heroes, A few trophies for various achievements and a lot of medals from his time at UA. On the wall next to the case you could see various newspaper clippings from major accomplishments he achieved. Top ten most successful 20 year old's, his first appearance in the newspaper, his first solo debut, and many more including some of his most difficult wins.
“What you see there is the work of a real hero not some god damn wanna be you got that?” you jump as you feel his hot breath against your ear, you shiver as chills cover your arms. You turn around to face him and start backing up when you notice how close we are.
“I’m really sorry sir, I really didn’t mean to bring Deku back up, I had just gotten carried away and I-” you look back when your back hits the wall next to the display case. But your head quickly whips back around when you feel heat in front of you. You let out a gasp as his hands slam on the wall on either side of your head. His head dipping into the crook of your neck.
“You better listen to me now. The only name that’s going to be coming out of those pretty little lips of yours is mine... you got that princess?” your eyes widen when you hear his request. His lips trail along your neck the warm sensation making you whimper. He continues moving around as if looking for something.
“I don't understa-” a moan slips out as he kisses a certain spot on your neck. You feel him smirk against your neck as he found what he wanted. His hands move front the wall, one finding there way to you hip, the other to the door right next to you and you hear it click. He locked it. He moved back up to you ear and growled
“Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier, checking me out and squeezing your thighs, this is probably exactly what you were thinking of, isn’t that right. I want you to tell me what it was that was going through that dirty little mind of yours.” your body shakes and you’re left there speechless, but you try to pull yourself together.
“I was thinking about your h-hands and how your long fingers curve a-and the things you could do with them.” you stutter as you feel his hands travel further down and start to hike up your skirt as you tell his about your lewd thoughts, his hands assaulting your thighs, sliding his rough hands up them toward your now throbbing core. You let out a moan when his thumb rubs against your clothed clit, damp with your own slick.
“Look at you, soaking wet just thinking about me. dirty little slut. I haven't even done anything to you yet you’re all ready for me.” He pushes aside your underwear and runs his finger up your core, gathering it all on his finger. “so fucking wet” he groans against your neck more to himself.
He digs his finger knuckle deep into you causing you to gasp but it’s quickly cut off by his mouth meeting yours. His tongue entering you mouth to prove to you his dominance. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out, catching you by surprise when you feel his second finger stretch you out. Every time his finger enters you, you can feel him curl it up too hit your spot. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you feel a knot start to build in your core.
“Fu-uck Bakugou” you let out as you feel the tingling sensation start to take over your body, your hands traveling up to his hair so you could have something to grab onto.
“Call me Katsuki” He smirks at you increasing his speed of his assault on you, knowing how close you are. Just as you felt yourself almost come undone he pulls his fingers out making you let out a whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty and you knew you needed him to fill you up.
“P-please Katsuki I need you” you mewl moving your head to his jaw, kiss down to his neck stopping right underneath his ear. You pause when you hear him let out a groan. You start to lick and nibble at the spot needing to hear that sound come out of him again. “I want to feel you fill me up”
“Fuck that's it, jump” His hand on the back of your thighs. You do as he says and jump, rapping your legs around his hips, his hard on pressed against you. You shuttered at the size of it, even through his pants you could tell just how big it was. You brought your mouth back to meet his as your tongues battle for dominance, this kiss so much more passionate than before.
He walks the two of you over to his desk placing you down on it. Your hands make their way from his hair to his shirt to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. You place your hand on his chest feeling his muscles while his hands move up from you thighs to the edge of your shirt. You comply with his silent demand by taking of your shirt while he undoes the clip on your bra causing the garments to fall to ground. He pulls you off the desk.
“Turn around for me” You look him in the eyes, confusion all over your face. “Did I fuckin stutter? Now be a good girl and do as your told.” you immediately turn around, feeling his hands go to the zipper of your skirt pulling down, taking his time to squeeze your ass as he passes it. His hands suddenly leave your body as he whispers in your ear “There you go, close your eyes and don't move okay babygirl.”
You hear his foot steps leave you and you hear rustling from somewhere in his office. It goes quiet and you were about to open your eyes when a pair of hands grab your wrists and pull them behind your back. You open your eyes as you feel a soft fabric get tied around them. You turn around to see Katsuki wrapping his discarded tie that you saw earlier. Him biting his lip focusing on knotting it tight. You feel him put his hand on your back and push you against his desk. Pressed against your back his breath hits your ear.
“I want to hear you beg for me, I’m going to have you screaming for me to stop. When I’m finished with you, you’re not even going to remember that damn nerd’s name, I can promise you that.”
He roughly pulls down your underwear and goes to remove his own pants and boxers. You hear ruffling of plastic and look back to watch him slide on a condom, slick running down your legs as you get a view for how massive he was. He aligns his tip with your entrance rubbing it up your folds gathering your juice.
“So wet, just for me” he groans as he pushes himself inside of you. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up, your eyes tearing up as he stretching you out. “F-fuck you’re so tight Y/N”
“P-please Kat-suki move, I-I need more” That aching feeling returning to your core.
“Ask and you shall receive” He pulls out of you and then slams back into you, only slowly moving at first before picking up his speed. His hips hitting your ass as he fill you out, every thrust making your knees week. All you wanted to do was run his hands through his hair, run them down his back, hold his arms, touch every inch of him, but his tie restricted you adding to your neediness. You whimper as his hand comes down on your ass, a warm sting traveling across your cheek.
“I-I’m getting cl-close, can I please t-touch you?” Barely able to form your sentence due to the pure pleasure overwhelming your body.
“I don’t know if a dirty slut like you deserves it” He lets out an almost animalist growl.
“I promise I’ll behave j-just P-PLEASE” the last part of your sentence coming out louder from him slamming into you hard and stopping.
“Well when you say it like that..” His hand moves to your wrists untying them while still giving you shallow thrusts. You aren’t even able to wrap your head around how he’s still able to keep up such a pace. You’re taken out of your trusts when he flips you over so you can now see his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead as he stares into your eyes. You are quick to throw your hands into his hair and connect your lips. Tongues fighting for dominance as you pull on his hair at the nape of his neck making him let out a deep moan. He presses you back down against his desk and slams himself back into you. Now it was your turn to let out a moan. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his to get deeper in you.
“F-FUCK” He slams into your G-spot hard and you know that at this rate you wont last long. And by the way you clench around him, Katsuki knew that too.
“Oh you like it like that? Fuck- filling you up like this? You take me so well princess, it’s like your pussy is made just for me” He’s kissing your neck desperately wanting to hear you scream out his name.
“Ooh Katsuki I’m-” the intense heat building up in your core becoming almost to much.
“Cum for me baby girl” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck. Hearing his deep voice say that sent you over board, Lightning shooting up from your toes to your core, spreading out from there. A loud moan leaves your mouth as euphoria rushes over your body. His trusts start to get sloppy watching you fall apart beneath him.
“F-fuck Y/N” He groans out your name as he comes undone as well, his seed spilling out into the condom, feeling the warmth through the thin plastic.
He pulls out of you as you both attempt to catch your breath. He leans down to you mouth giving you a kiss, much different from earlier sending butterflies to your stomach as you feel the passion in this kiss instead of just lust. He breaks the kiss to remove the piece of plastic and put on his clothes and you do the same. You start fixing your hair as you stand infront of where his desk is flustered by what just happened. You look up, your eyes meeting his crimson ones as he smiles at you. You return a shy smile back at him before looking toward the floor. He walks over to you and lifts your chin up with his finger. A smirk on his face as he says
“Your internship starts on Monday. Don’t be late.”
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Steve Rogers x Reader: The Nutcracker (AU) Part 1
[Author’s Note: Sooooo I started this story last year and never got around to finishing it, so I ended up taking the parts I’d written off tumblr. This time, I finally wrote an end to this story and felt like it’d be a nice thing to post around the holidays.
It’s an Avengers fanfic, but it’s the story of the Nutcracker (more like the Barbie one where the reader is not a little girl lol)
Warning, these are long]
With a sigh, you watched the clock tick from a spot on the floral-patterned couch as you fiddled with a pencil and blank sheet of paper and thought of something to draw. Your younger brother busied himself playing with the action figures your grandparents got him as a Christmas Eve present. He was so spoiled it drove you crazy. It seemed he got everything he wanted at the drop of a hat. Grandparents are supposed to spoil you a little, but it felt like everyone took part in spoiling him. Meanwhile, you worked hard and tried to earn what you wanted on your own.
Your grandfather entered the sitting room, pocket watch in hand. “Your Aunt Lily has arrived,” he announced. “Why don’t you kids help her with the bags?”
He was so cute. To him, the two of you would always be “kids.” You immediately got off the couch to help, but paused.
“_(brother’s name),” you called to your brother. He glanced up from his action figures. “Are you going to help?”
He resumed moving the action figures around. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Translation in little brother language: Never.
Sensing your irritation, your grandpa nodded. “I appreciate you helping out, Gumdrop. Thank you.”
You couldn’t be upset anyway because Aunt Lily was here! She was definitely the cool aunt that took you out shopping and encouraged you to be yourself. You had actually formed a friendship as you grew more mature. Only problem is, she was almost constantly trying to interest you with a guy. Every Christmas it was the same thing; her gesturing to handsome strangers and giving you suggestive looks. Still, she was very fun to be around.
“____________!” she greeted as you emerged from the hallway into your grandparents’ kitchen where some of the relatives gathered to welcome her. “There’s my favorite niece! Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas!” You said with a laugh as she pulled you into a big hug. After a long squeeze, Aunt Lily released you. “How was the trip?”
“It was good! Long, but good.”
“Awesome,” you nodded. “Let me help you with your things.”
“You’re such a sweetheart,” she grinned. “There are a few goodies in the trunk of my car if you don’t mind grabbing them for me. Thank you so much!” You grinned back and headed to the front door to slide on your boots. A part of you hated stepping out into the snowy afternoon. The icy winds chilled you to the bone instantly, but seeing everything clad in sparkling white was worth it. You folded your arms and hurried past the dozen cars belonging to other relatives until you reached Aunt Lily’s. After retrieving the big Christmas bags and a suitcase, you locked the car and went inside.
“I think that’s everything,” you stated, kicking the snow off your boots at the doormat. Some snow may have gotten on your Captain America socks. Ugh.
“Thank you again!” Aunt Lily took a few bags off your hands. As you helped her put gifts under the tree, you both got caught up. She told you about her most recent road trip, the hotel she stayed at and even the celebrity she ran into, while you listed in wonder. In turn, you told her about college and all the latest friend group drama. After everything was unpacked, Aunt Lily reached under the tree and picked out a wrapped gift. “This,” she began, handing it to you, “is for you. An early Christmas gift from me.”
“Oh,” you smiled. “Thank you!” You in turn grabbed a particular gift from under the tree and handed it to her. “This is for you!”
She gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a sweetie.”
After unloading the remaining things from her car, you found a quiet place away from the family hustle and bustle to open your gift from her. Your brother came running into the room.
“Look what Aunt Lily got me!” He held up a box of building blocks set. The picture on the front of the box showed what the finished product would look like. This one resembled superhero compound, complete with the heroes in figurine form. “What did you get, ___________?” He asked as he climbed over into your personal space. But of course, he couldn’t leave you in peace for five minutes.
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know yet, bro, I haven’t had the chance to open it yet.”
“Oh,” he shrugged. “Well then, carry on.”
With a few rips, you tore through the wrapping paper like you had when you were a kid just for fun. As soon as you saw the red, white, and blue shield you gasped.
It was a Captain America themed nutcracker! He was so adorable too! His outfit was red-white, and blue, and sort of looked more like the usual princely garb a nutcracker would wear instead of his usual costume, but he held the shield in one hand.
“Oh wow! This is so neat!” You exclaimed.
“I’m so glad you like it,” Aunt Lily said. She had entered the room to watch your reaction. It was no secret that you went crazy for this sort of thing. You were a total geek when it came to Marvel movies as well as Marvel-related merch, and you were proud.
“I wanna see!” Your brother whined as he struggled to reach for it.
“__(brother’s name)__,” Aunt Lily scolded. “That is ____________’s. I got you something of your own. Why don’t you go put it together?”
He immediately became preoccupied with his own project, and you mouthed the words “thank you” to your aunt. A dazzling smile played on her lips in response. She was the coolest.
The whole family squeezed into your grandparents’ dining room for dinner. It was a lively meal with people chatting and catching up. Some relatives lived far away and could only visit a few times a year, so this was kind of a big deal. You were asked a million questions about college, your part-time job, and friends. You filled everyone in on the deets about classes and the part-time job you got working at the local bookstore.
“We’re so proud of you,” Aunt Lily said, and you couldn’t help but grin back. That was always nice to hear.
“This one is so smart. Always has her nose in a book, whether it is for school or just because she enjoys reading,” your mother said. You blushed at the attention.
“That’s good,” your grandma said. “Keep it up. Keep learning.”
A few conversations later, the family went to their rooms to get changed into pajamas for the evening. There would be a Christmas movie or two in the living room shortly. Since your brother was the youngest in the family, he got to pick the movie. The two of you exchanged knowing looks, and he chose Polar Express.
“Yesss!” you gave him a big hug.
As much as the two of you could be annoyed with each other, he was still your brother. Both of you sat next to each other in pajamas and shared a bowl of popcorn as your grandpa tried to figure out how to work the DVD player. Technology had developed to the point where any movie could be accessed digitally in an instant, and he was still trying to understand how DVD players worked. You felt bad, but you and your brother tried to hold back giggles.
At the start of the movie, you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. As it progressed though, you began to feel tired. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.
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“I’m sorry, __________,” someone sobbed. You were awake instantly, blinking your eyes open. The living room was empty. It was after midnight, and everyone must have gone to bed already. The TV was off, but a cozy fire warmed the room with a dim light from the fireplace. You rubbed your eyes and focused on your brother who stood in front of you, crying.
“What? What’s wrong?” you asked with a sigh.
“I...I didn’t mean to do it. I just wanted to play…”
Your eyes went from his teary eyes to what he held in his hand. It was your Captain America nutcracker. His arm had been twisted at an odd angle. Your brother held the shield, which had broken off, in his other hand. Your first instinct was to get angry.
“What did you do?” you demanded. “You shouldn’t have been playing with him in the first place. Aunt Lily gave him to me. You got your own present!”
“I know, I’m sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to break him.”
You sighed again. It was apparent he really felt bad, and you knew he would never have broken something of yours on purpose.
“It’s okay,” you said finally. “Well, it’s not okay, but I forgive you. Thank you for coming to me instead of trying to hide it.”
Relief washed over his face that you weren’t going to freak out on him, but he still showed signs of guilt. “I can get you a new one.”
“No, no, that’s okay. This one is special from Aunt Lily, and I’m not going to give up on him just because he had a little rough patch.” You gently took the nutcracker from your brother. “You don’t give up on people just because they’re broken.”
You focused your attention on the Captain America nutcracker in hand. He still needed a little fixing. Your brother went and fetched some glue from the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen. You used a ribbon from the package Aunt Lily gave your earlier to make a sort of temporary sling to keep the nutcracker’s arm in place. You looked into his painted blue eyes and smiled. They seemed to sparkle now. Perhaps they had always been this bright, and you just hadn’t noticed before.
Your brother returned with the glue, and helped you reattached the shield. He did a good job.
“There,” you said. “He’s looking pretty good.”
“Yeah, he is.” Your brother agreed. Then, he wiggled his eyebrows. “Good enough to kiss?”
You gave him a look.
“What? I heard you talking to your friend on the phone once. I know you think Captain America is ‘hawt,’ so don’t even deny it.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest couch pillow to fling at his face. “Alright, you just ruined the brother-sister bonding moment.”
He stuck his tongue out at you.
“What are you, two years old?” You threw another couch pillow. “Anyway, it’s late. I’m going back to sleep.” You gathered the pillows again and fluffed them up before lying back down on the couch. “I think I’ll stay out here and enjoy the fire.”
“Okay, I’m going to my room,” your brother said. “Goodnight, thanks for not killing me.”
“Goodnight,” you opened a sleepy eye to watch him leave the room. Then, you chuckled. “Oy, I’m tired…”
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Crash. You were ripped from a cozy, deep slumber to the sound of glass shattering. A loud bang sounded. More glass shattered. You would have blamed your grandparents’ cat if it weren’t for the fact that they haven’t had a cat in years.
That’s when you really woke up. Fear gripped you as the sounds came from behind the couch, near the Christmas tree. It had to be an intruder. But what the hay were they doing near the tree? Stealing presents? A part of you was scared to look. Still, you slowly and quietly poked your head up just enough to peek over the back of the couch.
What you saw amazed and horrified you.
Your Captain America nutcracker was launching his shield at what looked like a miniature Chitauri.
“What the actual heck?” you whispered.
The Chitauri was decapitated, but another leapt out from behind the Christmas tree. The nutcracker charged at him and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. More jumped in, and he fought them off skillfully. But he didn’t seem to notice another sneaking up behind him.
You weren’t sure what came over you. Whether this was a dream or not, you did not want to see Captain America get mauled by one of those creepy things. You hurried around the couch.
“Watch out!” you called out, and fortunately, you reached him in time. Without thinking, you stomped your foot. Ew. There might be creepy chitauri gunk under your slipper now…
Your nutcracker looked up at you, his painted blue eyes seemingly sparkled more now.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem…” You managed a smile and a shrug. This was crazy. It had to be a dream.
He seemed to sense your unease. “This must be strange for you,” he said as he resumed fighting oncoming enemies. “I will explain soon.”
“Sure,” you nodded, biting your lip as you noticed a particularly large group of chitauri crowding around your feet. It was no trouble. A few swift kicks sent them all flying.
“Hm, darling,” a strangely familiar voice spoke. “This isn’t going to work…I cannot afford any flaws in my plan.”
“Loki?” you said in disbelief. “But it’s been years since the first Avengers came out…Why are you still the bad guy?”
He emerged from behind the tree, a little shorter than your Captain America nutcracker, except he had used his illusion abilities to look like a mouse. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “However, I do know that you are getting in the way. You’re too tall, I’d rather you be small…” He waved his scepter, and suddenly everything around you began to grow.
Or rather, it was you who was shrinking.
The chitauri that were coming at your feet so pitifully became more of a threat as you reached their eye level. You squeaked as they crowded you, one grabbing your arm. Just then, a few of them roared and began to back off.
Your nutcracker came barreling into the mob, quickly wrapping a wooden arm around you and pulling you from the danger.
“Y-you rescued me,” you gasped. “Thank you!”
“Of course,” he replied. “But don’t thank me yet, _________.” He released you, but kept holding your hand as he raced away. “We’ve got to get out of here and back to the Kingdom.”
“What?”
“Yes, to find the Sugarplum Princess. She’s the only one who can change you back and rescue us all from the Wannabe Mouse King.”
“Oh, goodie.” You clung to him as he leaped up onto a tree branch. “And how do we find this Sugar Pear-“
“Sugarplum Princess,” he corrected gently. “And I’m not sure.” The two of you became the climb up the tree. You had done some tree-climbing as a kid, but this was something else.
You wondered why the heck the two of you were climbing the tree if you needed to get back to this “Kingdom.” Your nutcracker remained at your side, ensuring you didn’t fall whenever your foot slipped on a branch.
“We have to get to the star of the tree,” he said, as if reading your thoughts. “It’s our way out.”
Behind you, a few chitauri-minions began climbing too. The Mouse King with Loki’s voice shouted commands and threats to them as you and the nutcracker managed to reach the top.
The star looked so big and bright to you in this size. Was it just you, or….was it glowing brighter?
Nutcracker-Steve ushered you closer to the star. He took your hand in his and touched it to the star. With that, there was a flash of light, a sensation of falling, and suddenly you felt chilly.
Opening your eyes, you saw a blanket of white stretching out miles and miles before you. Snowy mountains stood strong and beautiful to the left of the scene, and a frozen lake far on the right.
“W-where are we? This does not look like my grandparents’ living room.”
“This is the Kingdom,” Steve said. “This is what I’m fighting to protect. The Mouse King desperately wants to rule over this place and its people, but we can’t let that happen. I’ve already wandered so far off track.”
You had to admit it was beautiful here. Everything was coated in sparkling light, resembling Narnia when the Pevensie children first arrived. Only you got here through a tree star, not a wardrobe. And it was still night here.
“So, what do we do?” you asked, hugging yourself to try and retain some warmth. Steve’s painted eyes seemed to soften sympathetically.
“I’m sorry about the cold. Well, I’m sorry about all of this, actually.”
“It’s fine. You can’t really help it.” Your breath rose up in a cloud through the air with each word.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, running a wooden hand down your arm in a pointless attempt to warm you. “We’ll head to the nearest town for some warm clothes and supplies. Then we need to find out where the Sugarplum Princess is.”
“Sure, it seems I don’t have much choice. I might freeze to death otherwise,” you mumbled. Steve attached his shield to his back and began trekking through the snow. You followed in his footsteps, hoping to avoid getting lots of snow in your slippers. Unfortunately, it was inevitable. Before long, snow had gotten into your slippers and melted around your feet, making them ice-cold. The snow began to pick up, and it seemed to become a blizzard.
“The Mouse King knows we’re here,” Steve shouted to you. “He’s trying to make things more difficult.”
“But of course he has ice powers,” you complained, teeth chattering.
Not much longer after that, you saw a warm light in the distance. It glowed faintly through the intense snowfall. The sight of it alone made you think of warm blankets and clothes, sitting comfortable and dry by a fireplace. Oh, you hoped they’d be welcoming.
“Almost there, _________,” Steve told you. “We’re almost there. Hang in there.”
PART 2
#avengers#avengers reader insert#avengers fanfiction#steve rogers x reader#captain america x reader#avengers x reader#steve rogers#captain america#reader insert#captain america imagine#avengers imagine#steve rogers imagine
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Kiwiiii =_= ive been waiting to see if you ever write for any of the kuroko boys again and here we are. As Kiyoshi Senpai would say, let's all have some fun! How would our bad boys feel when their fem s/o asks to do their makeup 🐞
Awh, I’ve honestly missed writing for my basketball babes (^w^)
EHEHE!!! Kiyoshi is right! Let’s all have some fun, yeah??? This request is making me feel so many things since I myself am a makeup artist!!! Thank you so much for sending this in love bug!!!
Yamazaki:
Bless his heart, because this boy is the absolute best.
Kicking open his bedroom door -makeup pallets in hand- your eyes are practically glowing with so much passion as you run towards him. “Yams!!! Look!! Look!!!” Pressing your pallets against his face he already knows the next thing you’re about to say… “I just got some new pallets!!” -twirling around your skirt lifts ever so slightly and our sweet bad boy is smiling with how cute you are with all your excitement.- “I already have makeup on…. ~sooooo could i please use your face as my canvas?!”
Yamazaki will of course say yes. He’s mainly curious to see what you can pull off and he’s never had makeup on before so he’s also curious as to how it feels….
Will sit as still as he possibly can but his nerves kick in and his knee begins to bounce around which isn’t the best for you since you’re trying to do his mascara…
You definitely end up poking him in the eye with mascara since he won’t stop bouncing his knee.. And when you try to reapply it he leans back every time while squinting at you… It’ll take years for him to ever trust such a product again, especially in your hands…
Will sit and make kissy faces at you when you apply the lipstick / cracks jokes about how the team would be gay for him.
When the process is all over and you’ve finished his makeup, Yamazaki can see how sad you look since you were having so much fun with him and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this time with you as well… Picking up one of the pallets you seemed most interested in, Yamazaki will stand from where he was sitting and tell you to sit down. “I want to try doing your makeup, ___.”
Yamazaki will gently wipe off the makeup you had on previously and once its all wiped off he will then attempt to apply makeup to your face….
Just as you did to him… He did to you with the mascara… You and Yamz will never trust one another with mascara ever again.
Hara:
Hara just pops his gum as you sit in front of him silently wide eyed awaiting his reply… He pops another bubble… And you can’t take it anymore. “So!? What’s the answer Hara? Will you let me play with my new makeup with you or not?? It should be at my place by now and i really think it would be fun for us!”
Hara makes an annoyed sound as he pops yet another bubble, “Sure, but only if you give me a blow job after.” You can hardly believe it…. that’s a lie… you can believe he would say something like that…. With disgust written all over your face you get up from your desk and begin to storm out while harshly saying, “FINE! I’ll find someone else!! Someone who doesn’t need or want anything in return except fun memories!”
It takes only 2 minutes before Hara is sitting up from his very own desk going after you. Maybe that was a bit too harsh, you’re always doing for him and unlike his previous girls he wants to keep you around.
Eventually finds you on your front steps holding your new Jeffree Star lipsticks and pallet. Taking one of the lipsticks out of your hand he opens it and applies it best he can before pressing his lips together making a popping noise. Smiling at you he pulls back his bangs from his face and asks you if you can help make him a pretty girl.
Turns out to be a fun night with Hara. Applying makeup to him is easy thanks to his smooth skin and him being patient with you.
Asks if he’s getting anything in returned like sex or a BJ, you just smack him upside the head though.
Hara surprisingly likes the feeling of eyeshadow being applied to his eyes, your brush is extremely soft and the smooth swiping motions on his eyes is quite calming. Will ask you questions about what does what and what the purpose is… It’s not that he cares it’s just he really wants to make up for how he acts at times -lowkey hopes it scores him points with you-.
Once his makeup is complete he will tell you to stay in the bathroom as he goes into your room and raids your panty drawer. No no no. It’s not what you think. Once he’s done doing what he wanted, he will come back to your bathroom and there standing before you is one tall ass basketball player wearing your V-string and sport bra… Popping his gum Hara smirks at you, “Mommy is ready for her punishment daddy ____.”
Hara is cringe.
Seto:
Seto is so chill my god.
At first Seto isn’t the biggest fan of the idea and he does tell you no the first two times you ask. However as you lay on his chest looking up at him with teary eyes begging him to let you apply makeup to him he can’t help but smirk. “Someone’s quite persistent, aren’t they?” Placing his hand atop your head he tousles your hair and says fine, but only if he can sleep through most of it.
Sitting up on his chest you peck his nose and agree to this! Most of the makeup can be applied with his eyes shut and it’ll be easier to apply the eyeshadow! “Thank you Seto! I will even hide that mole of your forehead since you hate it so much!!!” You say with one of the sweetest tones he’s ever heard.
It’s honestly a win win for the both of you. 1st you’re getting to put makeup on your very tough looking boyfriend who is deemed a bad boy in your school. 2nd He loves the feeling of you straddling his chest as you apply the makeup and he’s gotta admit… the powder brush feels pretty damn great.
Once you’re all finished you hand him your glittery mirror and say “BOOM THATS THE POWER OF MAKEUP BABY!!!” His mole is concealed and the pink eyeshadow you applied pops thanks to his darker skin…. His eyes are wide with a bit of concern, he’s heard horror stories of neon shadow staining eyelids…. which guess what… it did…. And the next day he’s going to school with pink eyes and the guys all laugh. However, Seto shrugs it off. It made you happy and that’s what’s important.
Furuhashi:
Staring out his bedroom window you watched as the rain continued to tap against his window. Between the roaring thunder, Furuhashi’s soft voice, and dark sky, you were slowly starting to doze off… Until your elbow was harshly nudged by another. Furuhashi was gazing at you with his iconic dead fish eyes… He had been trying to help you study but he just couldn’t keep you focused long enough, “____, if you don’t want to study why did you ask?”
It’s not like you didn’t want to study, honestly. You were falling behind in your language class and he was the best person to ask… and also the only person he’d be okay with you asking since deep down Furuhashi was a bit possessive… Poking his cheek softly with your sanrio pen you asked in your most angelic voice, “~Ko, could i please apply my makeup to your handsome face? It would help wake me up and change the mood in the room.” Adding the puppy pout you looked so pathetic, it made him want to hurt you…
With a great big sigh, Furuhashi finally caved. He hated makeup being on his face and this wasn’t his first rodeo which is exactly why he always gave you a blank stare and walked away when you asked in the past. His young sister has done this to him in the past and he absolutely hates the way it feels on his face, not only that but it gives him anxiety.
Doesn’t look thrilled 90% of the time you’re applying your makeup on him. Will look curiously at certain products and arch his eyebrow at you as you dip your brush into the odd looking product in your hand. Asks questions and will grab your wrists when he sees a color he isn’t too fond about -reminds him of the time his younger sister did it and it stained-.
Will smile ever so gently at you when you’re turned around reaching for a new product as you ramble on about how it works better than the other brands. Furuhashi actually finds you quite adorable at the moment, he’s amazed you’re so passionate about makeup. And as he turns around to look in the mirror -with you still turned around- he’s even more amazed at just how talented you are at it. It makes him want to continue to protect you so you can accomplish your beauty dreams without any interference, though he’ll never admit that openly to you.
Hanamiya:
Hanamiya has never been so damn annoyed or tired in his entire life, and he’s been through quite the irritating situations before. However as you continue day in and day out asking him… no, scratch that… begging him if you can put makeup on his pasty face his eyes grow more tired and exasperated.
Eventually snaps on you and makes you cry by calling you an annoyance and that you’ve been nothing but a pest the past week. Give it about an hour though, deep down he knows he messed up and with a click of his tongue he’s off to find you.
“Hanamiya! I challenge you to a basketball game!!” With unstable quivering legs, you stood as tall as you can as you throw the basketball at the back of Hanamiya’s head…. Ah yes, this is why he loved you and kept you around, not only were you always pulling dumb stunts around him but you also tried to act as if you weren’t afraid of the consequences. Turning around with a devilish smirk, hanamiya replied to you as he picks up the orange sport ball, “Oh? And what might my little ____ want if she wins?” He knew you didn’t have a chance but this was too much fun seeing you have so much hope just so he could take it away.
“I-If i w-win I get to ap-apply my makeup to you… I- I-” Looking down with sullen eyes your voice became low and Hanamiya could hear the deep dejection in it… “I’m just really nervous because this Salon got ahold of me and asked if i could come in a show them my skills… Th-that they are interested in having me there with them… but i wanted to practice on an actual person… i- This was dumb, gomen’nasai Makoto…”
Before you could even walk away the basketball had made contact with the back of your head this time. Twirling around holding the back of your head you saw that Hanamiya’s eyes were concealed with his jet black hair but his signature grin was fully on display, “Oi oi, who said you could walk away from me? Let’s play.”
It took a solid two hours but you finally managed to beat Hanamiya… Not that you won by pure skills or anything, Hanamiya had let you win.
Applying his makeup actually ends up being more fun than you thought it would be, though there were a lot of times where he was making it difficult for you -surprise-. Hanamiya will “accidentally” knock a brush out of your hands here and there along with blowing the eyeshadow right off your shadow brush. You don’t know what overcame you but in the heat of the moment you decided to just dump your loose glitter all over his head since he wouldn’t stop acting out, and with a booming laugh you hold your stomach as you die from pure joy after seeing his face.
The atmosphere in your bathroom has changed drastically and his presence is menacing… “Ha-Hanamiya… i- I-im so sorry i just.. I thought it wou-”
Grabbing you by your throat Hanamiya pins you against the sink as his mouth gets dangerously close to your ear. You can feel his hot breath as he whispers in your ear, “I think it’s time you learned your place, pet.” You’re frightened and unaware of what to do until you feel loose face powder his your face, “BAAAAKA!” Sticking his tongue out at you Hanamiya proceeds to coat your face with loose powder.
#KNB#kuroko no basket#hanamiya makoto#seto kentaro#furuhashi kojiro#hara kazuya#yamazaki hiroshi#Kirisaki Daiichi#kirisaki dai ichi#kurokos basketball
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The black dragon and the coward CH. 10
You won't believe this but it is done!
I have to say, covid is neither nice nor fun. It's ugly and exhausting as fuck. So please everyone, stay safe and healthy.
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Tsuna closed the door behind himself slowly and gently. He had much to think about. But where to start? What was next?
So much to do and plan and just not enough time. With his eyes on the ground the boy didn't see the three others that were approaching him, at least until it was way too late.
The sound of multiple and heavy steps caught his attention but when he looked up he wished he didn't. His favorite tormentors were on their way towards him. And Tsuna knew that no one would help him. They would just get angry and ignore everything around them if he caused a scene now. And Nono wouldn't be fast enough to get to the door, or him for the matter. With a rather tired sigh the brunette surrendered to his very obvious fate. Hopefully they don't dump him in the forest, for their own sakes.
Just the next moment he was grabbed and everything went dark…
In the forest
Reborn and Fon had shared a small breakfast before the latter departed again. "I'll try finding two certain someones. Who knows? Maybe my dear nephew knows something." A dismissive snort was his answer and even the Stormdragon had to chuckle. His nephew was…… special, to say it simple. He knew almost everything but wasn't prone to share. With anyone…..
Well, almost. Sweet little Tsunayoshi got even the young and moody Clouddragon to trust him. He was the only one who would get straight answers from the youngling. It was truly fascinating.
It wasn't long after Fon had left that Reborn got a certain feeling of unease. He went to the entrance of his den and looked at the surrounding area. Sharp yellow eyes tracked the wildlife: spooked birds taking flight, scared bucks running through the underwood. Something wasn't right. That's when a familiar scent hit his nose. The smell of warmth and something sweet with vanilla….. 'Tsuna!'
Without a thought Reborn jumped down from his perch, right into the forest. He knew that his draconian form would be way too big and too noticeable. So he decided to stay human, at least for now. Just before hitting the treetops he opened his wings and took an easy glide down. Once on the ground he called for his most trusted and oldest companion, someone who was always at his side. His call was nothing more than a rumble, maybe a growl, but it was answered none the less.
A green chameleon crawled down from one of the trees, only to wander up the offered arm until he sat atop Reborn's fedora. "Keep your eyes open Leon. It seems we've got unwanted company. Again."
Blending with the shadows of the trees the dragon tried to follow the scent of his boy but it was more difficult than it should be. There was something else at play, he just couldn't explain it. It was like… like something was overriding Tsuna's smell. Something rather disgusting.
Rising his sensitive nose to scent the air again he almost gagged. Right there was foul magic in the air. Someone was trying to keep their presence a secret and doing a damn shit job.
A short tap on his hat made Reborn look up. It seems Leon found something interesting. There was a fresh trail on the ground. It looked like something was dragged around…. Or someone. A snarl ripped itself out of his throat. If this is what he thinks it is, then someone's gonna die today. "Please be my scout Leon. Try to find the intruders and give me their location."
Between one moment and the next the green chameleon turned into a sparrow and flew fast and agile through the forest. Reborn in the meantime hoped against hope that he's wrong. But what were the odds? With the last day still on his mind and the boys horrible luck it couldn't be anything else. 'Please be OK. For the love of god, please be alright!'
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Tsuna awoke with a terrible headache and to the feeling of being dragged somewhere. 'Ahhhhh, kidnapping my old friend. How I didn't miss you.'
Loud laughter caught his attention and he tried to listen, but whatever Mochida was saying was lost to the sound of the animals around them. Trying to look around as supple as possible the brunette tried to get a general location or position. But some of his memories still hadn't returned, to his utter dismay. Which means he has absolutely no idea where these idiots were taking him. They were in the forbidden forest, that he knew. But they had to be past the regular path, because the trees were bigger and still looked healthy, unlike the ones closer to the village.
How the fuck are they even pulling him along? His hands were tied, OK. But he could see. Also OK. His head hurt aaaand, jep, he was gagged. 'Better job than last time.' was one of his rather stray thoughts. Sad enough that this happens often enough that he even has something to compare….. 'Wait…… if we're in the forest, away from the path, then there are just a few places they could take me to.'
Tsuna thought and thought even harder, trying to recall the map he had memorized, while still being dragged through the dirt.
Another look around showed him the mountain to their far left. Which means they're taking him somewhere else than usual. 'Just where the heck are we going?'
A bump in the road caused the boy to wince, which alerted his captors to the fact that he was awake. There went his cover.
"Hey boss. Looks like Dame-Tsuna is finally with us again." That's the only warning he had before he hit the ground. Groaning Tsuna slowly turned around and got on all fours. But before he could get up one of the others kicked him in the rips and then again in his stomach. It looks like they had a bad day or something. It's not often that they hit the valuable spots right from the start. Sooooo. Well, nothing more.
While still protecting his poor belly, the younger was suddenly grabbed by his hair and pulled up, only to come face to face with Mochida and his grimace of a face. The raven haired looked him up and down only to sneer. “I have no fucking idea how you got that dragon to spare you. But one thing’s for sure: it won't happen again.”
Tsuna would have loved to say something, but right before he could Mochida let go of him. With one last kick he was ordered to finally get up and to walk on his own. `Not my fault they kidnapped me.´ groaned Tsunayoshi in his mind.
They walked for quite some time, without a break. And the brunette had to say that he started to get tired. His legs felt like lead and his headache was also still present. And let’s not even start with his poor ribs….
Just behind the slowly thinning treeline came a cave into view. It gave off a feeling of dread and gave the young heir more than just the chills. `I believe this is one of the places we were warned about. But some of the Arcobaleno made sure that no human should ever arrive here…..´ Out of the corner of his eyes Tsuna saw a small and rather strangely colored sparrow. Instead of it’s usual brown and gray feathers it had green ones. And it didn’t sing either, not even a little chirp or trill or something similar. It just sat there and watched them….
Then Tsuna's eyes widened. `Of cause, how could I forget! That’s not a bird, that’s definitely Leon!´
Relief flooded his whole system and he could have cried from joy. Where Leon is, Reborn is not far away. He learned that the hard way back then. But this joy was short lived. Not only did Leon take to the sky, hopefully returning to his partner's side, but his intuition started to ring all and every alarm bell inside his head. Whatever lived in this cave, it wanted not only him for dinner…… That’s when he heard the growl and a rather nasty sounding hiss. A feline then. Next thing that came into view were big and ugly paws, perfect for ripping prey apart and slicing through more than just flesh and bone.
`Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh shit.’ was all that came to mind. Tsuna didn’t need to see the redish looking fur or the big fangs to know what stood in front of them. It was a Subspecies of the sabretooth tiger, one native to their region and very VERY deadly.
There are very few who encountered one and got away safely, or at all.
`It won't happen again. I’ll make sure of it.´ Those were Mochidas exact words……
No. Nononononono. The madman wanted to feed him to the tiger, with no chance of defending himself. The closer they got to this cave the more he started to struggle. He tried to free his hands, but that caused much of a ruckus and his kidnappers noticed. The dumbass that most probably came up with that plan started to crackle until he was outright laughing. One of his goons came up to him, only to tie another rope around his hands which he uses to pull him along. But Tsuna leant in the opposite direction and tried to dig his heels in. No one and nothing would get him even close to this thing. Nope, No way. That was as much of a death sentence as being thrown into a dragons den.
The damn gag prevented him from screaming but he still tried. But that just earned him a slap to the face. The tiger started to salivate and didn't take his eyes off them.
Tsuna struggled again, harder than before. He pulled with all his might, always with sudden movements in the hopes that the one leading him would let go out of surprise. Hyper intuition and survival instincts kicked in, closely followed by a rush of panic. No teaching could keep this feeling away but they could suppress it. The rope started to rub his wrists raw and cut into his skin but Tsuna didn't care. He needed to leave, NOW! In a last minute effort to rip himself away he stumbled on purpose, crashing into the one walking in front of him. And then, when he finally let go of the makeshift leash, Tsuna turned around, grabbed the damned gag and ripped it out of his mouth and started running. The sabretooth tiger, scenting worthy prey, set off after him. The thud of the paws equaled the thundering of his heart. The young Vongola didn’t care what happened to the other three, he just wanted to get away.
Ducking around the trees Tsuna tried to lose the big predator but the beast was hot on his heels. Every once in a while the animal would try to sweep him off his feet, trying to take him down with his claws. But his intuition warned him just in time so that said claws hit nothing but thin air. The longer the chase went on, the more agitated the tiger got. With every hit that didn’t connect the beast growled louder, jumping farther, running even faster and Tsuna was reaching his limit. He tripped on a single root and the beast behind him took it’s chance. Jumping down right above him the poor boy just rolled away and struggled to his feet.
Then he remembered what Reborn told him just before leaving the village: ‘Should you ever get into trouble….’ He took a deep breath, his lungs struggling to comply due to the exercise ‘...... call out for me.’ and gave a shout. “REBORN!”
Just then his pursuer pounced and pinned the boy beneath it’s bulk. Sticky saliva dripped down its fangs and landed on his face. Still struggling writhing, winding anything to get away he couldn't hear the trilling of a sparrow, nor the growl of a predator way bigger then the fucking sabletooth tiger. The only thing soothing him were those familiar, gleaming scales.
With Reborn
Technically he knew that Leon traveled as fast as he could but somehow it was still too slow for him. Right that moment his friend darted through the trees, right towards him and flew frantic circles around him. It must be worse than anticipated. “Lead the way” was all he said and off they were. Upon noticing which way they were going, Reborn growled again. When he had Tsuna back he would fucking eat the idiots that dragged him here, no matter if he gets sick afterwards. He could hear a frantic heartbeat and the huffs of breath from the one chasing after the boy. Then there was a crash, the sound of someone falling and landing hard on the unforgiving ground. Next came something that would stay a long time in the dragon's mind. One yell, one call to him, his name screamed atop of exhausted lungs.
“REBORN!”
Changing while still running came naturally to him, crashing through the tree on all four was just as naturel. But when he saw that thing trying to bite the brunette's head off, he lost it. With a deep and mighty growl he lunged forward, catching the feline by surprise and throwing it off of the boy. When the tiger readied itself to jump again Reborn wound himself around his precious boy, his long neck and open maw just above the other, yellow flames flickering out between his fangs. Two predators, one on the hunt and one on the defense. The outcome of this was decided the moment the Sundragon arrived.
The sabertooth took its chance and tried to pounce again but Reborn had enough. He snatched it while it was still airborne, closing his maw around it, piercing though its skin and hide and then fucking incinerates it. Not even a small whine could be heard. The only thing that remained was the ashen corpse. Once sure that no other hunter was nearby, the dragon changed again and turned to Tsuna. Tsuna, who was still bound and struggling to breath properly. Tsuna, in whose eyes tears started welling up. Tsuna, who looked just like the little boy from so long ago. Without thinking about it Reborn cut through the rope with his sharp claw and then embraced the now crying boy as tight as he dared.
Tsuna was just so glad to be safe and to be held in the arms he had missed without knowing why.
_TBC_
I haven't beta read this, it's almost midnight and I'm tired. Please excuse me. I still hope you enjoy! *wave*
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Malaise (Chapter 7 - Playing the Field)
Chapter 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6
Over the few weeks that followed her realisation, she made an effort to not always agree to the meet ups he suggested. A couple of times, they would agree earlier in the day that Chinese was on the cards and then she would bail on him (claiming tiredness or something coming up with the kids) or she’d go for the Chinese but decide against the sex. It was never because she didn’t want to but sometimes just to feel like she had some power over the situation, to not feel like every time he said jump , she asked how high.
One of the other actors, David, was also ‘sniffing around’ as Keanu called it. He’d even teased her about it but she also sensed a certain tone in his voice , a certain bristling!
The day finally came when David got the courage to ask her out to the theatre - he’d got tickets for a show with a friend but they were ill. They were within earshot of Keanu when he asked and she said she’d check if she could and let him know – her excuse was that her kids might need her, they would often spring the need for a ride on her last minute. “That’s true” thought Keanu but he also knew that she’d tell them to ‘do one and get an Uber’ if she wanted to be with him. He smiled to himself and hatched a plan to make the decision for her, or so he thought. Over lunch, they sat together and he asked her to a movie he knew she wanted to see, throwing his hat in the ring as it were. Surprising him, she said she was not sure and later on she made her mind up to go with David, just to try something new. After all, that’s what she had said after her divorce and, she argued with herself that she and Keanu had said ‘no strings’. She should test what she’d promised herself and play the field.
Later on when she went to find Keanu and let him know she couldn’t make it to the movie, she could see he was pissed off – it gave her a slight thrill if she was honest. However, the date with David really wasn’t fun and she just didn’t find him sexy and his goodnight kiss was lousy. She’d chalk that one up to experience!
Keanu chose to go to the gym instead of the movie – he realised he really wanted to see it with her so they could talk about it after. He spent a good 10 minutes on the punch bag and spent longer than usual overall, just trying to get the tension out of his body. When he got home, he called the agency and asked for Tara.
She was free the next day and he felt a kind of childish glee telling Celia he had to go and skip the Chinese even though they had worked late so it would usually have been on the cards.
“So, this is a surprise” Tara said when she’d sat down on a stool at the huge kitchen island. I thought maybe you’d given up on this, I’ve seen a few pics of you lately out and about with a raven-haired beauty” she teased and he blushed.
“just a friend” he lied “she’s the cinematographer on my movie”
“With benefits?” she pried and he went even redder.
“OK, OK, yes there have been benefits!”
“So where is she now?”
“I don’t know and I don’t need to know, we’re playing it cool, no strings. She’s a divorcee, she’s playing the field”
“You’re pouting!” she laughed wickedly.
“Am not!” he protested.
“Ok, ok I’m sorry. I’m overstepping. Why don’t we eat” she said gesturing towards the Thai take out on the kitchen counter that he’d ordered in, “and you can tell me all about her”
“So you met on set then?”
He nodded, tucking into his chicken.
“and how did the whole benefits thing get started?”
“Well she basically told me she was horny and asked ‘was I’ and we took it from there”
“Wow, direct! And she said this on set?”
“He guffawed
“No, we started having a Chinese together, round the corner from the studio on days when we worked late discussing the shoot for the next day and she suggested it after one of those meals. I told her I wasn’t after anything serious and she said ‘me neither’ and so we went from there”
“From there to where?” Tara enquired
“Well to it being a regular thing for the last couple of months but lately ……”
“Lately what?”
“She’s seemed less keen, had more other commitments and then, I’m pretty sure, a date with this other guy from set”
“You’re jealous!” she exclaimed.
He opened his mouth to protest but decided against it and just shook his head then nodded before whispering sadly
“but I have no right to be”
“And I’m here as your revenge, right?”
“naahhh, relief more like”
“come on!” Tara blurted out “be truthful, I’ve got no stakes in this, you can admit it to me!”
He shrugged his shoulders
“Maybe”
“and do you really want to have sex with me?”
He shook his head.
“you’ll still get paid, don’t worry but no, I don��t”
Tara smiled sympathetically
“From the pics I saw, you obviously didn’t just have sex. What else did you do?”
“dinner, movies, bike rides, just chill together reading a book”
Tara just chuckled “mmm very non committed – not!”
“Friends have dinner, go to the movies, bike rides, chill……”
“mmmmmm” she replied still smiling smugly.
“And what’s she like?”
Mmmmm sexy....”
“Typical man, I mean as a person!”
“I was getting to that! – she’s charming, witty, well read, empathetic, kind, hard working, straightforward”
“seems pretty obvious to me that you’re smitten”
“I gotta get a grip, we said no strings and no pressure. That’s what we both wanted – pressure free sex.”
“Maybe it’s time to see if she, and you are willing to be more committed. She might just be testing you with this date thing or maybe she’s freaking out because it all got too cosy too quickly”
They chatted a bit more and Tara took her leave for the first time ever without having sex, leaving him to stew on what she’d said.
Meanwhile, Celia had called a couple of girlfriends, Sarah and Chloe, round to her house for a few drinks and a catch up.
“So what’s Keanu like?” Chloe asked.
“What?!” Celia said sharply, taken by surprise at the question. She had wanted to talk about him but in an anonymous way and her first thought was that maybe her friends had seen pictures of them and put two and two together.
“he’s in the movie you’re on right?, Thought you might like to share if he’s as nice as they say”
“Right, yes, sure he’s on the movie and yes he is really nice, a real sweetheart” she said honestly, relieved that they seemed only to be asking from a ‘please dish about the celebrity’ point of view.
“And hot right, isn’t he like heading for 60 or something?”
She laughed at that
“I guess he must be, and yes he’s very fine looking, easy on my eyes behind the camera!” she smirked, thinking (and easy on the eye when he’s on top of me too!)
“And Chris Pratt, what about him?” Sarah chipped in.
“Yes sure, also a sweetie, no divas on this set which is always good” she replied, relieved that the conversation on Keanu had moved on quickly.
“And how’s the love life going?” Sarah asked. The last time they had met had been on the one year anniversary of Celia’s divorce where she’d announced her intention to ‘get back out there’
“good, well I think good, I dunno”
“Pray tell, sounds like there’s a story there!”
“Well I’ve been seeing a guy from set, but nothing serious. We agreed up front to just have a little fun, you know”
“Sexy fun?”
Celia was blushing as she nodded ‘yes’ to that.
“Good?”
“sooooo good, my god!” I’ve never …”
“Never what?”
“She blushed, never having been quite so direct about her sex life
“Never come so hard!”
“Ooooh wow, so why do you sound all uncertain? Sounds ideal to me no strings, great sex that makes you happy”
“I dunno, we haven’t put any pressure on really and we are comfortable in each other’s company, very comfortable. It just started to feel a bit coupley you know and I wasn’t seeing anyone else, just him a couple of times a week. So a couple of days ago, this other guy, one of the actors, asked me out and I decided to go. And the other guy also asked me to go see a movie we’d been talking about seeing and I turned him down, to make myself try playing the field, you know. Because that’s what I said I would do and, you know what, it was lame, he was lame and not a good kisser so now I’m wishing I’d gone to the movie with K. with, you know the first guy (she had almost said ‘with Keanu’ and stopped herself in the nick of time before saying Ke and giving the game away!) but I am also worried that, you know, I am just slipping into needing it to be a proper relationship and he said he doesn’t want one so that’s just going to end in tears right and I said I didn’t want one but maybe I’m just not cut out for this no strings thing”
She paused to draw breath
“wow, OK, so maybe you need to have it out with him, the non actor guy, and tell him what’s going through your mind”
“mmmmm” Celia was relieved that her mentioning Dave as the actor guy had made them assume Keanu was a non actor guy!
“he’s a nice guy right?”
“yes! He’s a sweetheart, very charming, he really makes me laugh, has a sharp wit, intelligent, kind, incredibly committed to the project, pretty down to earth, oh and sexy, sexy as hell!”
“So, if you tell him how you feel and he doesn’t want a relationship, then he’s not going to be mean about it right?”
“Probably not”
“Ok so tell him. You can’t carry on in limbo can you, wondering if this is it but maybe needing more?”
“I guess, I just feel bad, I mean I was the one to proposition him for god sake! And the first thing he said was that he wasn’t looking for anything serious and I was like “me neither” We went into it for fun, sex and companionship, he didn’t ask for me to get all smitten and need to know where I stand!”
“Shit happens!” Chloe giggled
They all laughed and clinked glasses.
“So what happened when you turned down guy no 1 for the movie”
Celia giggled
“I think he was pissed – in fact I think he heard actor guy ask me out so he maybe knew I’d rejected him and then the next day we’d worked late and we’d normally go for a Chinese and he said he had some other commitment”
“Ohhh, I say he’ was proving to you that he’s not your bitch!”
“mmm I hadn’t thought of that, doesn’t seem like his style”
“Well you’ll only find out if you talk to him” Chloe stated firmly and Celia nodded, knowing that was the only way forward.
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My Tc Diary
Hey y’all. This is my tc diary from 2018 and I decided to post this now in 2020 since I don’t think my identity will be revealed from anyone I know possibly reading this. It was sooooo weird rereading this, seeing what my thought process used to be, and the silly things I thought were important. So much has changed in my life since this phase of my life, but I hope you enjoy!
M/N stands for my name. I am not gender specific in the anecdotes. I am bisexual, and I talk about having three different tcs in here. I just use they/them to talk about them. And when I refer to ‘my tc’ I am talking about my first tc (the one I am crushing on the most). The other two I only talk about in one divided section for each.
*ONE FINAL VERY IMPORTANT NOTE* My teacher crushes were always professional when I was around them, they did absolutely nothing to suggest that they liked me as anything more than just a student. I started writing this because I was crushing on them badly, and I needed a way that I could share the times I was around them that made me happy. I hold a very high respect for my teachers, and I am so grateful that I got to have them in class. I never did/would never try to do anything that would harm/intrude on their careers, relationships, happiness, and personal lives. My relationships with teachers are the way they should be, the fact that I was crushing on them did not get in the way of that.
My Masterlist
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I was walking out of school today, and my tc was walking behind me. I heard footsteps but I didn’t know it was them! Anyway I walked out the door, and held the door for them, and they thanked me. Their ‘thank you’ sounded so genuine and nice, I nearly had a heart attack.
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I had my first class with my tc at the beginning of the semester. During the first week of class my tc had to shout out names for attendance because they didn’t know everyone yet. But they knew me. They never said my name during attendance. It just felt good, to have them remember me after meeting them only a couple of times before. Especially because I’m crushing on them super hard.
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My tc got really excited today in class omg. We are doing a project and we get to pick our topics. So my tc comes up to me like “What is your topic?” And then I told them, my tc got so excited. Their eyes widened a little, and they went into this little rant about how fascinating my topic was. I like to see them being so passionate about something.
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Someone in my class has a pet snail, and they keep it in a jar and bring it to school. So they go and ask my tc if they want to hold the snail. My tc (seriously) asks ‘does it bite?’ I WAS LIKE ARE YOU FOR REAL RN? I think it was cute because it was such a little snail.
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My tc helped me write an essay today. They were super helpful, like, I was stuggling so bad, and they just helped me without making me feel like a complete idiot :)
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OKAY IM SORRY OKAY TEMPTATIONS. I watched my tc put on chapstick today. Trust me, I wouldn’t watch it if they were looking directly at me. They were just staring off into space. *Note from future, I watch them do this quite often lol.
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My tc said “good morning, M/N.” today! I said good morning back and was really happy. My tc also made a lot of eye contact with me today :o
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I walk into my classroom today, and there were only two other students sitting at the desks. The class has about twenty students in it, and the bell was about to ring. One of the people in the room says “ooh, there’s a third one.” as I walk in. And my tc laughed and smiled and looked at me.
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My tc was passing back papers and their arm accidentally bumped mine. Lol I’m dying inside.
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When my tc lectures, they are very active with and linger their eye contact with every student. And I mean like that’s a good thing, but it makes me nervous when they look at me lol. OKAY BUT LIKE EYE CONTACT IS NOT OKAY. It is okay. But it makes me not okay. Especially when I’m trying to concentrate on the lesson, I just keep thinking back to five minutes ago when their eyes met mine and I felt all gooey in my tummy.
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Got a paper back and on the top it said ‘good work M/N!’ in my tc’s handwriting. Felt good lol. I literally stared at my name written in their handwriting for like ten minutes. I need to stop. *not from future- I kept ALL of the papers from their class.
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My tc will always ask the class something opinionated, and they will always make sure that everyone answers the question. And if it is regarding something that has to do with us being comfortable (ex: someone making a joke that is slightly controversial), they just make sure that everyone is really okay, no bs. OMG I FOUND A TEACHER WHO ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT THEIR STUDENTS WELL BEINGS. And I may or may not have a massively obvious crush on them.
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I saw someone (a student) flirting with my tc today. This person is a MAJOR flirt. I know that they would never actually date my tc so I am not really worried about it. But they interrupt class a lot and flirt with them. IT IS SO OBVIOUS OMG.
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I was walking in the hall today, and I saw my tc. They looked at me really quickly but as they walked closer they just stared at the floor lol. They do that a lot. Also, on another day, I was standing in the hall talking with my friend and my tc walked passed us. I know they looked at me- even if it was only for a second- I could feel it.
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How can someone be so alert, friendly, and attractive at the beginning of the school day?
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Today I was sitting doing my work and my tc comes over to my desk. They ask me how I am doing on the assignment and I said I’m doing okay. They stand by my desk, looking at my paper for what felt like a minute. I felt so awkward so I looked up at them with a face that said ‘need something’? Then they nodded and walked away. Like okayyyyyyy I’m not okay.
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Every damn time I say ‘thank you’ to my tc they say ‘of course ‘my name.’ AND I AM LITERALLY MELTING RN MELTING
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My tc learned a few fun facts about me today! Also, almost no one in my class believes in sasquatches (even me), but my tc does. And they got so frustrated because they said that sasquatches are ‘tangible’. Plus, they asked me where I see myself in ten years and I said I have no clue, and they were like ‘okay so you have like what, two years left to figure the rest of your life out?’ THANKS TC THANKS A LOT
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My tc asked me if I had anything to share with the class today, and I said no lol. They asked another student and they said no too. Lol. Then my tc said ‘I shouldn’t let you all say no to me.’ Haha I’m dead.
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I saw my tc with their significant other today. I feel really sad, and I really do care about my tc’s happiness, it just makes me sad that I can’t be that kind of special to them.
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I saw my tc run today. I feel so blessed.
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My tc said I did really good on writing my essays, and thanked me for handing them in. also—MY TC SMILED AT ME TODAY AND THEY ARE SO CUTE AND THEIR SMILE IS SO CUTE IMMMM DEADDDDD. Their smile was literally like this :)) They don’t usually smile at me, Idk why, but like I am also wondering what put them in such a good mood.
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My tc gave me a letter today. At first I was like- woah?. Then they told me it was an invitation (from another teacher) for taking a AP course in their subject next school year. I was like ‘ah thank you’ but inside I was screeching (THE LETTER WASNT EVEN PERSONALLY FROM THEM WHY AM I FREAKING OUT??). Even though they won’t be teaching the course (they are moving schools), I want to make them remember me as someone who wants to excel in their subject (so I will take the course, plus I was planning on it already with my guidance counselor). Also, this means that they had a conversation with another teacher about me. So they probably thought of me recommended for me to take AP? This makes me happyyyy :)
So today my tc asked me if I read the letter they gave me. I said yes. They asked if I signed up for AP and I said yes. They got so happy omg- I was like trying to be chill (so were they). They said “that is so good ‘M/N’, you would make a really good fit in that class.” Then they kept smiling at me- I couldn’t concentrate! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT MY HARD WORK IS STARTING TO PAY OFF, AND MY TC IS RECOGNIZING THAT.
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My tc gave my class a free work period and I was caught up on my work. Usually every night I try to read at least one news article before I go to bed, so I stay up to date on things (ya know, like nerds do). I didn’t get to read last night so I read some news in class. My tc comes over to see what I am doing and asks me “M/N, are you reading the news?” I nodded. Then they said “that is a very good use of your time.” Lol I wasn’t even doing the work they assigned. Then they come over later in class and ask me if I read from The Atlantic. I told them no, and they were like “I think you’d like them, they have very in depth articles. There’s this one a teacher showed me this morning about Donald Trump, and how he won the election, it was really good. You can let me know later if you’re interested in reading it.” I was like OKAY with a big splash of happiness. I want to read the article they suggested, but I was like hesitant to ask them for it, so I am just going to try and find it on my own lol. *NOTE from future, I read this website a lot now because it makes me think of them and it’s like, what if they read this article too?
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MY TC SNEEZED TODAY AND I WAS LIKE AHHHH
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I saw my tc in the hallway this morning and they said “good morning M/N.” They were carrying a cup of coffee, and that’s when I got to see how they drink their coffee-with a lot of creamer.
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OKAY WHAT IS GOING ON? There’s this other teacher I have. My friend says she likes them. I thought I didn’t like them that much, and I expressed that to her. BUT THEN they start giving me this eye contact, and joking during class. And one day they try helping me on an assignment and LITERALLY THEIR ARM WAS TOUCHING MINE. I didn’t want to be rude and move it, and THEY JUST LEFT IT THERE. I have little physical contact with humans- I’m weird like that- I don’t usually like it when people touch me, there’s really no reason for it besides it is what it is. But I was fine in this situation. They also make a lot of conversation with me. Then I saw them in the library and they looked at me and smiled- they are gorgeous. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT LIFE ANYMORE. I thought I was only crushing on my original tc, but that’s changing now?¿ I think I take simple situations and go crazy with them, but STILL. So much more has happened between me and this teacher than me and my tc, but I still like my first tc more. ALSO, they bite their lip when they are concentrating on something difficult- I am swooning. *NOTE- I had a dream (rated R) about this teacher. WHATWHATWHAT? Today, I walked passed this tc and it LITERALLY felt like slow motion- and they kept eye contact with me as they walked by.
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I’m hormonal. There’s this other tc I might have now. They are a different gender than my other two tcs. I like them a lot and I had them in a class before but I never thought of them like this. I realized that I have a lil crush on them today when I passed them in the hall and had some small talk. I thought wow, they’re a good person, they teach really good, they just talked to me like a normal person, and they’re attractive. MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING I HAVE LIKE THREE TCS NOW AND NO ONE IN MY LIFE KNOWS?
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Today was my last day with my tc :(( it was kind of bittersweet though. They never really gave anyone a formal goodbye, but we did have a good conversation (which is the longest one I have ever had with them). I was on the computer doing a research project for a vacation to Italy. I was exploring around on google maps and they come over and ask me ‘where are you looking at?’ And I say Venice. So I zoom out and show them Italy from a map view, they talked about Italy, and just Europe in general. I then told them that I have been to Paris and London before, and they thought it was cool. Then they told me about their significant other who has traveled to London for a semester at college. Then they told me about their dream vacation to southern France, to see the lilac fields. They said ‘That would be my picturesque vacation.’ I WAS LIKE AWWWW (internally lol). I like flowers a lot, and I am pretty sure my tc knows that bc I wear clothes that have flower print, my backpack and pencil case is flower print too. And now that they told me that they like flowers too- I am just so happy! I have a lot in common with this tc, and it saddens me that this was our last interaction :((
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Cherry Muffins and Lavender Tea
Namjoon x Female Reader
Genre: College AU, Sugary Fluff, Humor if you squint, Smut but it’s ugly, and the teeny tiniest angst
Warnings: curse words, sex, orgasms, oral (female receiving), choking kink, daddy kink, hot biker Namjoon, sex with clothes on, might make you hungry (i’m not sure about everything that’s considered a warning sorry! If there’s something you want me to add, tell me)
Word Count: 8,196
Summary: You’ve got feelings for my man Namjoon, the scary looking dork that drops by where you work. But how will you relay them?
A/N: My first story! Omfgsfkhbifb I’m nervous so please leave a kind word, I’ll love you forever. Might have mistakes cause i’m an idiot. None of this would have been possible without the great @countrysundae she’s my darling and inspiration and I love her sooooo much and you should too!!! Please appreciate her Pisces ass, and send her some love! Oof anyway, please enjoy
10:30
Originally set for 8, 10 fucking 30 is when the bells of your alarm informed you to awake for maybe the 99th time that morning. Groaning in displeasure you move your stiffened muscles to shut the damn thing off. This is a process that’s become a routine; waking up way later than originally planned, no matter how many timers set, or reminders kept. Even though you admit you are sleep deprived constantly, it doesn’t make you a heavy sleeper habitually! You wake up to the tiniest noises at night, from your roommate trying to sneak back into the shared room in ungodly hours of the night to the leaking tap in the bathtub. And yet your phone’s alarm is your placebo-it does absolutely nothing for you.
Though you do try. You keep about 5 alarms on at once, to your roommate’s expense who somehow is both a night owl and early bird all at once. Speaking of which-
“So, the witch finally sees daylight,” snickers Sana
“what the fuc--how long were you there?!” You rasped, grabbing at your erratic heart
“Just got in 5 minutes ago, that was my first alarm and trust me when I say I would’ve strangled you if I heard another.”
It’s true, she’s done it before. Your poor roommate was an occasional victim of your ruthless sleeping habits. You’d sometimes slip into conscious from slumber to hear her whine about your blaring alarms in her own sleeping state. Other times you’d wake up from a pillow landing on your face from a girl who’s had Enough.™ But you didn’t feel too bad for her, since you’ve given her the option of waking you up herself and she’s proven frivolous far too many times for such a simple task. Lowkey? She deserves it.
“Ooh another fun night, huh?” You grin in your sleepy state
Sana giggles “Mhmm, think Mark’s in love with me the poor chap,” she mocks his English accent making you both laugh at yet another fuckboi who’s become a victim to Sana’s lethal looks. Giving her a glance over, from her messy hair and smeared lipstick you conclude she indeed had a very fun night.
Sana came from a well-off background and had it all. Good-looks, smarts, the money, and a very good heart. She didn’t have to go to university, but her mom was not having it. The whole ‘be grateful for the opportunity people suffer to receive’ speech led her here. A parent’s guilt tripping wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. You considered yourself an average person. Kinda cute, smart, headstrong and half of a pretty good character…Your parents on the other hand, were really wimpy.
“We always thought you’d go to the neighborhood community college”, your dad remarked in horror holding the prestige upper state university’s acceptance letter that arrived recently.
Your dad, who thinks jaded denim vests are cool.
“You’re too young to be living on your own, you’re still a bird who can’t use her wings correctly, not ready to leave the nest!” Said your distressed mom, who’s solution to all bad food was to put more cheese on it.
Don’t like your chicken curry? Pass on the parmesan sprinkler!
You hear the bang of hands on the table and a chair screeches, “let her go, she’ll come back with her tail between her legs”, your little brother who plays fortnite all day and is going through his ‘I hate feelings but secretly cry every night’ faze shouts before storming off towards his room.
All you do is sigh and roll your eyes, picking at your over-parmesaned chicken curry with your naan as your parents continue to nag, cause after this whole fiasco your mind was certainly convinced.
You’re going to the university.
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Now that you are here, nothing was easy even for someone as headstrong as you. You were smart enough for a scholarship, but living expenses were something else entirely. Which led you to seek employment at a small café, a few miles from your university. It wasn’t the most bustling of places as it drew in a handful of consumers a day, even your fellow students chose the McDonalds right across the street. Everyone enjoyed the quick coffee and frozen fries, rather than your place’s slightly pricier fresh brews and handmade savory biscuits. Alas, you considerably appreciated the quiet composure your café provided. From the dim soft white lighting, to the 60’s slow jazz-which you routinely exchanged with a Studio Ghibli playlist from YouTube discreetly, blended well together. Gave you time to catchup on your schoolwork. Your boss was a chill 42-year-old who won the lottery a few years back, and let you clock in any time before 12, even if your morning shift began from 9. Maybe it had something to do with how the last waitress quit to work at McDonalds.
And he was always there.
Kim Namjoon. The quiet stud that had captivated your heart without even trying. Also, the fucking reason you wanted to get up earlier in the mornings damn it!
Namjoon was a psychology major who was always reading a new book. Mostly from his favorite author Haruki Murakami. And he always stopped by at the place you worked to indulged them. Parking his Harley-Davidson Softail outside and softly walking in with his old school leather jacket and gloves, ripped jeans, a book in his hand, his huge hard…helmet forgotten on the bike’s handle. He’d gently relay his familiar order of cherry muffins and lavender tea, raking his hair back with those beautiful black gloves, and striding to his usual seat in the back of the café.
He’d grace your presence 3 times a week, usually at 9:30 before his 10 am classes; another early bitch bird. All you wanted to do since then was to be able to take his order.
You had met Namjoon at the beginning of your first semester last year. But he hadn’t harbored much of your attention until that fateful day. Chilly winds and frequent rain were what you were adjusting to, as fall was in its peak with every other color on the leaves a vibrant orange, grabbing at your focus. Having arrived on time for once, you were engaged in your workspace. The co-owner and your co-worker of the small café, the boss’s niece, had taken a day’s leave, and you knew she’d beat your ass if you were late. Tray in hand, you served a bacon quiche and caffé americano to the table refuging a girl in an infinity scarf and glasses who didn’t bother to look up from her phone, when the door chimed open
It’s him again, you thought at the tall stranger you’ve seen around your campus in all black stepping towards the counter. He had small droplets of water on his leather jacket and hair from the rain. You didn’t realize you were staring until he awkwardly looked directly at you, standing with an empty round tray at the side of the table of the occupied girl, who you know is also taking a secret glance at him, and shyly smiles.
Cute.
You walk yourself behind the counter and smile, “hey there”
“Hi, um two cherr-“
“-y muffins and lavender tea, right?”
He nods
“Why don’t you just say the usual?” You laugh, wringing up his order in your old school register
“I didn’t think you’d remember me out of all the customers,” he states bashfully, dimples on display
“‘all the customers?’’ you laugh louder, “we get like 15 a day, I’m sure I’ll remember you”
“Oh, I thought I just came too early”
“You definitely do! I don’t have the energy to get up and comb my hair at 9 in the morning, much less bike to a café for cherry muffins”
“You like it?” he grins “it’s a Harley-Davidson, my dad owned one”
“It’s as pretty as you sweetie,” you don’t know where that confidence was coming from, because you’ve definitely haven’t talked to a boy like this before. Blame it on the chilly weather.
“oh, thank you,” he rakes his leather gloved hands through his hair, looking down at his shoes
Stepping towards your tea station, you grab open the bag of loose organic dried lavender buds, on the shelf above. Picking up a measuring spoon, you scoop and slide in some buds in the French press. You grab the boiling water on the electric stove, next to your station and slowly pour it onto the herbs. You close down the French Press and set a timer for 6 minutes.
Taking a breath, you look around the café. Namjoon stands there as towering as a tree, looking at his book, ‘Women who Run with the Wolves.’ Most people would go sit down if it wasn’t pickup, but he always stood right at the registrar. Strange. Unsurprisingly, you remember being intimidated as hell in the beginning. Usually people that come to the café are chill in the ‘harmless millennial hippie’ type of way, dressing themselves in mutable colors. But he looked like he would yell if you even slightly messed up his order or gave a ‘wrong look’ to his bike. You loosened up when his order was always so easy, and his book choices always so cute. You almost bust out laughing when he came in with ‘A fault in our stars;’ especially when he sat at his table with glossy eyes, trying to finish the last pages. His smile also melted all worries away.
Infinity scarf girl gets up to leave (but not before giving Namjoon a longing look), leaving you both alone in the balance of your heartbeats. There was slow piano from Kiki’s delivery service filling up your café’s background. The weather still faintly drizzling, the soft gray clouds seeping through the broad windows, making the café’s wooden brown hues a tad bit dimmer, yet the fairy lights radiant. Pedestrians with transparent umbrellas in beige coats and red hats pass by every so often, not a care in the world. Smells of fresh scones and cinnamon filled your nostrils, making you remember holiday nights at home. Though your thoughts often redirected themselves towards the handsome stranger and the harmony of the quiet fall day.
The timer dings and you get back on track, using the handle to press the floating buds down to the bottom of your French press. You head toward the counter’s display case. Below is a steel countertop with coffee/tea cups, silverware, small plates, trays and a set of tongs. You grab a cup and plate, fixing them properly you pour the tea. The steam drifts towards your face, an amazing aroma that complimented the purple complexion of your brew. Grabbing a set of tongs, you take out two large cherry muffins, placing them on a tray, along with the tea. You decide to grab a chocolate chip cookie as well from one of the clear cookie jars set on the wooden crown of the display case.
“Here ya go,” you place the tray in front of him. He places his book and gloves onto the tray and gets out his wallet from his beautifulbooty back pocket. After paying he picks up the tray and halts
“Cookie?” He holds up the chocolate chip cookie in his hand, a bit confused
“It’s on the house, they’re the best thing in the café, but I end up eating most of them, so might as well give ‘em out”
He smiles, “thank you, it looks delicious”
“No problem, anything for our loyal customers,” you both laugh, “it’s beautiful out today”
“Hm, not as much as you,” he states, walking away from you towards his usual seat. Now, he turned around very quickly after he said that, so you didn’t really get to see his face after such cheesy words, but the tips of his ears were red. Oh.
He’s cute cute.
Stunned, you stand there for a moment or two, just wide-eyed; staring at nothing, until you spin on your spot and head back into the tea vicinity of the café. You feel your heartrate rise and alarms go off in your head. But not the loud intrusive kind. The kind where a baker knows his three-layered chocolate fudge cake is ready. The ones where a mom takes freshly baked cinnamon rolls out in the morning. The ones when the apple pie is prepared to be sliced. Those kinds. Covering your extremely warm face with your hands, you muffle a squeal.
Since then, you’ve started paying close attention to Kim Namjoon.
You didn’t know what it was, his tall broad frame and long thick legs, which you wanted to be choked with. His large hands in those chunky leather gloves or when he took them off, to handle the pages of his book delicately; his long skinny fingers would graze over the soft wood, both things you wanted to be choked with. Or his keen eyes that would get larger or darker depending on what part of the book he was reading, and you imagined in which manner they would present themselves with while he’s choking y-Ok. Ok. Ok. You had a kink. Endeared was how you felt at his intimidating appearance.
You also adored how far away from intimidating he actually was. You were smitten with his gentle demeanor in dealing with people. His pacifist nature, and how much he loved tiny crabs, how he was so respectful towards everyone, younger or older, never judging anyone’s appearance or his love for characters that’re as large, and clumsy as him, like Ryan from that Kakaotalk app. And his laughed that carried large amounts of joy over cheesy, silly things ultimately making you laugh as well.
You were sure you loved Kim Namjoon, yet you barely spoke to him-
I mean who’s gonna disturb a huge scary-looking dork when he’s trying to read? Certainly not you. What you desired is a way to get close to him somehow, and for that you needed to know more about him. It wasn’t hard to pick up gossip though, when you were friends with the loudest chatter mouth on the planet.
You told Sana once about your silly crush and she shrieked so hard it sounded like a howl. The next day she had all the deets on who she referred to as ‘Hunkjoon.’ He had an IQ of 148, he hates seafood, he’s so clumsy that his friends refer to him as ‘the god of destruction,’ favorite color is black (no duh), he’s well-known, terribly smart, and to your dismay, associated with the exceedingly popular frat boys Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin.
Ugh
Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin, or who you so kindly referred to as the Seokbitches, were the schools James Dean. ‘Icon of teenage disillusionment.’ Hehe, perfect definition by google. They were notorious, for playing ghosts in their classes, throwing a party every.single.damn.day., never keeping their dick™ in their pants, and having the most obnoxious laughs on the earth…
Ok, so maybe only you knew them for that. To others they were the teenage love and rebellion dream, James Dean. They never attended classes, because they were fuckthesystem peeps, threw a party everyday so the poor souls stuck in an endless cycle of capitalist warfare aka their fellow students could enjoy the more fun things life has to offer, indulged in every part of youth-including the 24/7 horny part, and had the most beautiful laughs in the damn planet.
How were they Namjoon’s closest friends…How? Anyone with a functioning brain can tell the vast difference between the trinity. Namjoon attended all his classes (yet fate didn’t give you a class with him, the bitch), he actually read books, and he wasn’t hooking up with 2-3 girls every night, unlike certain people.
You heard from a classmate a while back that ‘bout two years ago Namjoon had a serious girlfriend. Since their breakup, he hasn’t been with anyone else. It’s good that he’s single but you’ve still only talked to him here and there. A few shy glances, a few awkward touches. Nothing more, but lord do you want more, alot more. What if a girl more daring gets him first? Do you really need angst in your life? NO! but you are still at a loss of what to do. You had one boyfriend so far, and it was one of your worst experiences.
The guy was a total creep. And the worst part? You asked him out. All your friends had relationships and he was someone who rode the bus with you, making you laugh here and there. So, being the usual teenager, you thought it’d be a good idea to date him, like a fool. Who knew he wasn’t just being charming, and making fun of people (trying to be edgy as you now know) was a hobby for him? You did. Right after you overheard him announce the fact that you look like a winged bat when you suck dick just to make his jerk-ass friends laugh. It was so humiliating, as you never did something of the sorts with him, yet his friends would stick out their teeth in a ‘vampire like manner’ whenever they passed you in the hallway, as well as your first heartbreak. You got him back by filling his locker with Limburger cheese, from your mom’s collection of cheeses. His gym clothes smelled for a month, and people called him cheeseboi for the rest of the year.
You shed your blind innocence that day and knew that men are trash. Namjoon isn’t like that though, and you’re surer of that than anything. He’s special for you and you want to be the special one for him. Sadly, you just didn’t know how to start a conversation with Namjoon, without looking like you jumped in boiling water. I mean you had hook-ups in college. Who doesn’t play around here and there? But fuck-this is definitely the first time you actually like someone. Like really like them, so you just clam up and don’t know what to do. That’s where you are today.
You bounce from your bed, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m late again,” you mumble.
Sana hears that (at this point she could have better hearing than dogs)
“Hunkjoon, huh?”
“That’s not his name Sasha”
“Listen, why do you even spend your time trying to get with him in that boring café?” Sana shouts, hopping off her bed she makes her way to the bathroom and throws her hands around you who’s brushing her teeth. “You should ask him out, maybe to a club. A little booty popping, ear sucking, mouth licking, and he’s yours”
“Please don’t ever use any of those words in that way ever again.”
“I’m serious!” Exasperated she throws her hands in the air before resting them on each of your shoulders together and squeezes you. “You just need a change of scenery, that place is no hook-up central for us modern kids. Just one party, and he’ll be all over you.” You tug her off your back and narrow your eyes-looking at her through the mirror; you continue to brush your teeth. She knows you want something far from a hookup with Namjoon, yet she-
“And then,” she smirks, “maybe your mouth would be full of his cum-not toothpaste”
You choke.
“Sana what the fuck,” you rage running after the laughing vixen with your toothbrush as a makeshift knife
“Don’t act like it’s not what you want!” She cackles as you tackle her onto the bed ready to stab her eyes out when your phone rings. Oh shit. You know exactly who that is. Picking it up, you run to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste
“H-h-hello?”
“Where. in. Jesus’s. name. are. you?!”
“O-oh, coming Linda, I’m in traffic” Sana proceeds to imitate a car beep sound at that-“and I’ll be there in 5 minutes!”
“If you aren’t, I’ll personally serve your head as our main dish this afternoon!” She screeches before hanging up
“Shit,” you catch your breath, “I gotta go,” scrambling around, you find something appropriate to wear in late April weather. You brush your hair in a hurry and throw on a high ponytail. Sana just watches you the whole time, staring at you up on her elbows from her bed looking deep in thought. Grabbing one of Sana’s car keys and your purse, you rush out the door with a quick bye to Sana. She doesn’t reply back but after you are out the door she flings back onto her bed, arms expanded.
“I’ll ask Hobi,” she says to herself
_
Parking in the small lot behind the café, you run inside the back door. You gather yourself, fixing your hair and your fast heartbeat, you wrap on an apron and head to the front.
Linda spots you right away.
“You’re late,” she grits
“Yeah, traffic sucks,” you grin awkwardly, praying she’ll believe you.
“Just get to work, the pound cakes are almost ready to take out,” she points toward the oven. You nod, heading into the vicinity of the oven in the back next to the stove.
“Hey Linda,” someone shouts making you turn, “the person at table 3 wants some sourdough starter”
Linda acknowledges, moving into the back storage where the starters where kept.
You spot a girl. A new girl. A very very pretty girl, with long light brown hair up to her waist, and a delicate body. She meets your eyes and smiles and you return the gesture before looking away like you didn’t momentarily become gay looking at her soft features.
It’s good to have her around, you conclude. Usually you worked the morning shift with Linda 3 times a week, taking afternoon classes during those days. (coincidently when Namjoon comes by) You know there’s a girl who works the afternoon shift, but you never really ran into her. And since you do come late 1 out of 3 times, Linda ends up doing most of the work herself, including making all the café’s delicacies. You’re so very thankful to Linda and her uncle for not firing you, and very glad that Linda has some actual help now.
You’re pulled from your thoughts when the oven timer dings and the door chimes open.
The new girl greets the customer cheerily while you concentrate on taking an enticing whiff of the vanilla pound cakes, about to pull open the oven’s door when you stop dead in your tracks. You’d recognize that deep voice anywhere.
Turning your head so fast, you feel your neck burn from whiplash you spot your Namjoon finishing his order to your co-worker. He meets your eyes for a moment, and god you’re sure you look like a fish.
“Would you like anything else? We have really good chocolate chip cookies,” pipes the newcomer
“I know, they’re delicious,” he catches your eyes again, “but no thank you, not this time”
“Aww, well I love them a bit too much. Even though I’m new I’ve had quite a few,” she starts ringing up his order
“I thought I haven’t seen you around here”
“Moved in recently and kinda have trouble unpacking…I need a stronger body ya’know”
“Is that so,” Namjoon quirks a brow and you feel like you’ll throw up. Why is Namjoon late? Catch 22 didn’t seem like his style of book? Why the fuck is she giggling so much? Who let her steal all your cookies? And why is his hair so much messier than usual? He looks so cute omg?... What’s that burning smell?
…Shit
You gawk at the oven in horror as Linda shouts your name from a mile away.
_
Sana’s scrolling through her phone on her tummy when you bonk her head with your purse
“Ow, what the fuck-”
“When’s the next frat fiasco? I need to relive some stress”
She smiles, “I knew you’d come around, and that’s why I went ahead and asked Hobi to bring Hunkjoon tonight.”
You beam at the mention, “Sana you angel!” Then immediately scowl, “Wait at a seokbitch party? Just fucking great”
“Don’t be so sour,” Sana sighs, sitting up, “Namjoon doesn’t go to many parties anyway so his best friend was the only solid way to bring him.”
Giving it a thought, you beam again, jumping on Sana
“Sana you angel!”
“Whatever’s up with your hair by the way, looks like you’ve been pulling on it.”
“Don’t ask…long day.”
_
Arriving at the party, you grimace at the smoke of marijuana blanketing you as soon as you enter.
“Alright, Hobi should be around here somewhere,” Sana looks around,” standing on the tippy toes of her heels, trying to look past the frisky bodies, but it’s of no use with the amount of people in the room.
The room was packed with tipsy children. There was barely any elbow space even though the frat house was huge as you and Sana squeezed through hot, sweaty dancing bodies. Some unbalanced drunkards clumsily pushing into you every now and then and you wondered how anyone came to these things. It’s hot, and everyone smelled of axe and sweat. Parties would be much better with just a modest group of people you know, or maybe that’s the small-town girl in you speaking.
No! You cringed internally. You must forget about your outdated methods and passive behavior. Tonight, you will become someone completely new. Someone who takes action.
“Oh there!” Sana shouts over the music, waving furiously to someone by the stairs
Soon after you hear the jubilant voice of Jung Hoseok as he comes into view to greet Sana with a hug, and after being temporarily blinded by his smile you give him a once over or call that twice, because fuck He looked good in a simple white tee, tight blue jeans, dark brown Timberlands and his hair pushed up with what seemed like some gel and messy fingers (think back to Gayo Daejejeon 2018 mic drop)
“This is the girl I was telling you about,” Sana points at you
Hoseok joins in on your shameless gawking and grins
Embodying you was a baby pink thin strapped mini dress, and when you say mini, you mean your black Chantelle Présage lace thong is showing mini, but you’re a woman on a mission, and you didn’t care if you were naked at this point. Your hair was thoroughly straightened, and you went for a glossy cherry makeup look, courtesy of Sana. You weren’t trying to look like a cherry muffin, buuuut you didn’t mind if that’s what people thought, specifically one person.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he extends his hand, eyes duskier than a moment ago
You should wear shades in front of him or you’re sure you’ll go blind.
You shake his hand and give him one of your most forced friendly smiles, trying not to make much conversation as you just wanted one thing. Though that shiver upon your spine at his grip tells you otherwise.
Hoseok motions for you both to follow him and you pick his trail
Sana elbows you
“We talked about this! You’re supposed to be acting like a lamb, ready to be jumped on at any time, not a fox,” she whispers at your obvious display of wanting nothing to do with the Hyena
“I’m being nice! I am! This is how I’m nice!”
Sana rolls her eyes, and you sulk. It’s not your fault she is a master seductress, and you just don’t know how to be kind to the guy who’s trying to undress you with his eyes when he knows you’re here for his friend. She told you two things about seducing men, act completely incompetent and laugh at all their lame jokes. The more you feed a guy’s concocted ego, the more you feed his desire for you. And well, a way to the man’s heart is through feeding him…or something right?
But all your thoughts disappear into nothing once you lay eyes upon the man you’ve been wanting for almost a year.
Kim Namjoon, holy fuck.
Never has a loose black tee and oversized maroon velvet bomber’s jacket looked that good on anyone before. He commands your undivided attention with that low-neck line and gelled up hair. Healthy, glowing skin spread out like a canvas. His jeans ripped in all the beautiful places around the man’s thick, strong thighs, and black derby’s? Classic, yet defiant as always. He was fucking beautiful and you were awestruck. Hoseok says something to the group of 3 guys standing by the back sofa, including Namjoon, most likely about you, but you don’t hear anything once Namjoon locks eyes with you. There’s evident surprise in his eyes, which dims into concentration at the dress you’re wearing.
“So Namjoon,” Hoseok interrupts your thoughts, “I heard you both’ve met before?”
Namjoon doesn’t break away from you for a moment, smiling slightly “we’ve met, it’s nice to see you here”
He was being strangely vague. “You too,” you mutter
You could physically feel Sana scoff at the virginity act.
“Alright, I can use a drink-Ali, Jason, Sana let’s go get them”, Hoseok works fast to evade the intrusive attention on the both of you
“Why do you need 3 people to help you with drinks”, says a confused Jason
Flustered at the man’s impaired ability to read between the lines Hoseok scrambles for another excuse, “um…uh, I don’t know what you want? And uh there’s a lot of people, so uh”
Jason stubborn as ever quirks, “well I can just tell you what I wan-”
“JASON! ALI!” Sana shouts and everyone, aside from Namjoon, who won’t turn away from you, glances at her, “be a darling and pour my drink for me,” she uses her sultry voice, throws a sly smile, and they all get led away by her, even Hoseok, looking hypnotized
Watching them walk away you let out a sigh. This is it. This is your moment. You really should’ve had a shot before this. Drunk you wouldn’t clam up and clench her buttocks that sober you is doing for some reason. Clearing your throat, you start blurting out the first forms of conversation that settles in your mind.
“Nice to see you here, finally away from the café-not that I don’t like seeing you there…I mean I do, but this is nice too hehe”
You mentally slap yourself for the worst beginning. When have you ever been this quiet? Sana couldn’t get you or your alarm to shut up most of the time and this is the moment you choose to get awkward? Maybe this is it. He’ll just walk away now and you can wallow in self-pity.
“It’s great to see you too, out of that café…not that I don’t like it as well” he smiles
Your whole form relaxes, and you feel the knot of pressure in your back coming undone. You know you’re overthinking, know that your mind is self-sabotaging you, so it can get out of this hellhole back into its safe space between your bedsheets. So, you take a breath and focus on his eyes, trying to bring back the confidence of an 80’s café waitress. “You got yelled at pretty hard this morning, were you ok?” He asks
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I kinda deserved it and Linda’s the biggest sweetheart, she would never actually hurt me.” Minus where she almost tore your hair out in the backroom
“…speaking of which, why were you late this morning?” You slapped yourself again
He gave you a look. Shit. “You track me?” he grins
“No-no, nonono…n-yes. I track all my customers”, you smile awkwardly, “they keep me on my toes ya’ know the little bastards” If only you could forever tape your mouth
It was a bad joke but he lets out a chuckle where his eyes turn into little crescents and his dimples poke through his skin
“Well, I missed my alarm this morning, so I was too late to arrive on time…but I still wanted to come…”
“…Why?”
“I just,” he stares at you, “did”
“I see. It’s our tea isn’t it.”
Both of you share a laugh
“You look beautiful by the way”
“This little thing?” you twirl your hips, “just found this in the back of my closet”
The brag was true because you never fucking dressed up for anything, yet always shop like you do.
When you look at him again, you see his eyes dark at the move you just did, which you’re sure exposed your ass
Gathering courage, you start walking toward and up the stairs not giving Namjoon another glance. You could feel his bewilderment through your exposed back, as he follows you like a lost puppy. You hide a smile. Heading into an open room, you find its balcony. Outside, the spring wind picks up your hair and you take in a deep breath, letting go of all your nerves that tense up once you feel the balcony door open and close and the presence of another person in the little island.
“Are you alright?” You feel his breath on you, and you barricade a shudder
“I’m fine…I just couldn’t breathe in there with all the weed,” you turn and smile at him.
“I hate it too,” He smiles back
There’s a moment before you both break eye contact and he’s stepping up beside you
Looking out from the balcony, you pander in the serenity of the dark night and silent winds. The music is still mutely conscious in both your eardrums, as well as the laughter of kids who came here to forget tomorrow. There’s always a calmness you feel with him, no matter the weather or locality. The tips of your arms are touching and the barring heat your entire left side simmers in provides you with the translation of your need to be closer with him.
“I’m sorry I’m not good at small talk”
You turn your face to him as he takes a breath before speaking again
“I’m very awkward, sorry about that”
“You aren’t the one who’s awkward, you raise a brow, I’ve been making bad jokes all night. And well, who’s good at things like small talk?”
He smiles at you, “Your jokes aren’t bad,” he says bringing his face closer to yours, “and I love hearing you talk”
“Thank you” There’s another silence before you ask, “started a new book recently?’
“I did!” He quirks, “‘Yellow Wallpaper’ by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, it’s disturbing yet addictive. Like an Edgar Allen type you know. The increasing dread creates a form of suspense, which feels like a drug. Even though you can tell the ending won’t be good, you carry on led by a strange empathy as if you’ve become the character and it-“
Namjoon stops suddenly and stares at you smiling. “Um…sorry I got carried away, I’m probably boring you”
“Nuh-uh” you stop him immediately, “You aren’t boring at all. I love hearing you talk”
There’s a radiant blush on his cheek as red as your cherry lips, and you just want to devour him. “When I,” he begins looking away, “When I come to the café, you always seem so interested in what I’m reading. Most people don’t really care about that from me. They care that I ride bikes or about my popular friends. Not that I mind. I’m fine keeping them on a surface level. But,” He looks at you, “I want to know you better.”
“Me too” you blurt out very quickly
Your faces are so adjacent you can smell his soft mint toothpaste from his steady breathing. He’s staring at your glossy lips, your whole form is covered with his warmth, fluttering your senses leisurely
“Want a taste,” you whisper just for him to hear
“I bet it’s as delicious as it looks,” he lets out a heavy breath
“Well lucky you cause tonight I’m serving them specially for you”
You close the distance between your mouths and take in his plump lips. It wasn’t rushed, yet it wasn’t slow. It felt like the most perfect kind of kiss in the silent spring, the one that’s described in timeless romance novels. The one that you tell your children to look for, if they’re fortunate enough in their youth. That they’ll know it’s from the one.
He brings his hand upon your cheek and rubs it tenderly with his thumb. You both move back and stare in each other’s eyes.
“Well…was it delicious?”
“Better than cherry muffins,” he licks his lips to taste your cherry gloss on them
You crinkle your eyes to cringe and giggle
“You’re so cute,” he says and he’s kissing you again
This time he slips his tongue in your mouth and you hum in content, grabbing at the back of his blonde hair. Your tongues dance wildly, and Namjoon reaches for every nook and cranny of your wet cavern. Immoral sounds are escaping you both as your closed eyes burn in delight. Putting your legs on each side of his torso, he hurriedly picks you up from under your thighs and easily carries you inside the room, towards the bed.
You both break off as soon as he lands your bodies on the spring. His body still contains the heat from your thighs, and he’s pressed so close to you, you can feel your nipples against his rock-hard chest as well as the tent in his jeans. Breathing heavily, you stare in his starry eyes, filled with so much lust it feels like they’re dripping.
With a shaky breath you try to melt his lips onto yours again, just for him to shift back.
“Do you want this?” He asks, determined to move off if you refuse him
That would be a sin. “Yes.” You speak clearly, “I always wanted you, since I first saw you, Namjoon.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, before he’s on you again like the kindest, warmest deity he is.
He’s back into exploring your mouth as your hands find their home roaming his broad back. As he moves his hips up and down your wet entrance, a heat shoots up through your spine. His hands are kneading your ass, and everything is moving in slow motion for what feels like forever. Breaking off your mouth, he moves his kisses along your neck down to your cleavage, sucking hickeys on sensitive areas you moaned around. Growling at the invasive flimsy fabric surrounding your chest, he begins to tear it apart. His hands pulled down your transparent bra. You gasp at the intrusion of air surrounding your upper body.
“Mmm, fuck yes baby,” you could feel yourself soaking his cloth covered crotch as you fuck yourself upon his restricted dick.
Namjoon smirks reaching towards your back to take off your bra, letting his warm fingers tickle your skin as you lift your back to help him remove it and discard it to the side. Namjoon takes you in, caressing your face and you feel like he’s going to compliment you before he’s spitting words in your ear
“You little slut, you came here just to be fucked didn’t you”
Flustered you splutter, “Yes, ah please”
“That’s yes daddy for you baby,” he uses his large fingers to take hair off your face and removes his jacket and shirt
“Yes daddy, please,” you eye his tan muscles and broad chest. He noses your jaw and takes his mouth around your areola. You immediately run a hand through his golden locks, your mouth hangs open as he flicks your nipple with his tongue. Around his arms was sunken skin, in the form of muscles and you run your hands through every cervix.
Your breathing is labored
He moves back, moving your thong slightly to the right as he dips two fingers into you,
“Drenched and shameless muffin,” he mutters scissoring your entrance slightly, staring at you darkly
You are sprawled out for him like an unwrapped muffin. One leg hangs off the bed, while the other is desperately wrapped around his torso as if you’re scared he’ll leave. Your breasts are exposed and wet with saliva, and you’ve just handed him your cunt for the taking. You’re high off his soft sandalwood scent, as he takes your chest in his large hand, rolling your nipple in his thumb and index finger, pulling it slightly. His fingers are wet from your juices and you’re embarrassed you’re this wet. Vulnerable, you shut your eyes and look away before he grabs your cheeks with his hand and brings your face back towards him, hitting a certain spot that has you arching your back and knitting your brows.
“Don’t close your eyes baby girl, I need your focus completely on me”
“Then no more teasing,” you pout
Namjoon chuckles as he brings his fingers dripping with your silk into his mouth; looking straight into your soul he licks around his fingers in the lewdest way possible. “Sweeter than cherries” he mutters, slowly unraveling your wrapped leg and caresses the inside of your wet thigh, never letting go as if reassuring you that he’s right here. Languidly, he noses down your navel and further below until he’s lined with your aching core
“Daddy” you whimper
Giving you kitten licks around your folds, he licks a long strip before placing his tongue slightly inside your walls and suckles your juices. Your legs were on each side of his head, and you pulled at his hair out of frustration. The higher your voice went, the more he licked, bringing his tongue around your bundle of nerves and gently rolling the nub around. His hands traveled from your thighs to your waist, and slowly towards your breasts and kneaded. He flattened his tongue against your folds again, to take a finer taste of you, as he hummed knowing you were close. He took his right hand off your chest and used it to slide two fingers into your inner depths.
His mouth then went back to your clit, slowly rolling it around his tongue in a circular motion as his fingers drilled into you faster and faster. You let out a string of curses as your thighs began to shake, and the knot in your stomach becoming undone. You came with a yelp as your eyes began to see stars and vision whitened.
All your sudden adrenaline left you and your limbs limped onto the bed, fingers no longer in Namjoon’s hair. Letting out heavy breaths you saw Namjoon slowly coming out of your legs to face you. His thick lips were wet with your juices, and he licked through them and smiled.
“You’re so beautiful baby girl,” he said before kissing you again. Your tongues danced through your exhaustion, and you moved your hand towards his hard on. You felt him hiss into your mouth as you slowly rubbed him through his jeans. Backing off his mouth you smiled, it’s your turn daddy, and undid his zipper. You felt his hard dick in your hand, blessed in length. Spreading precum around his shaft, you watched him twist his expression. He reached into his back pocket and took out a condom, tearing off the wrapper with his teeth and handing it to you.
You gave him a smile as you rolled the condom onto his length and lined it with your entrance-giving him a hand job as he gradually moved into you. Once he was fully sheathed, he took a moment, before pulling out a slamming into you again
You let out a gasp at his pace, still a bit sensitive from your last orgasm. He was relentless and pounded into you over and over again, as the whole bed shook at his force.
“F-fuck dadd-y ooh” you cried as the same knot appeared inside your stomach. You grabbed his hand on the side of your head and brought it up to your face to give it a kiss. Light headed from the force of his thrusts, you could still feel him looking at you as you brought his hand upon your neck and laid it out flat
He cursed at your submission, and lightly put pressure on your neck “You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl, good girl fuck,” his paced faltered and you could feel your orgasm approaching with the pressure around your neck. With his other hand he stimulated your clitoris and that’s all it took to have you cuming once again.
Your mind travels back to how much you’ve wanted this-wanted him. His strong arms are no longer hidden under his bulky jacket, his fingers no longer clean with traces of paper fiber, but with your juices. How the hands you’ve wanted for so long around your neck, the eyes you waited to be filled with just you, the moans you suffered to hear from his luscious lips. It’s all happening. It’s all yours and no amount of overthinking will take this away.
With a few more thrusts he reached his own peak with a grunt, flopping down on you shortly afterward. You could feel his heavy, hot breathing on your neck and you wrapped your hands around him. You take a few more huffs before talking to him.
“I really like you” you whisper
“So I’ve heard,” he chuckles moving off you, he picks you up to move you upright in the bed with your head on the pillow and your arms still around him. He lays down next to you. “I’m not going anywhere baby. I really like you too. You didn’t really think I came for the tea did you”
Your heart soars and you meet his dimpled smile, He looks so youthful with his after sex glow, “Hey I make that tea with a lot of love and care!”
“Right, I’m sorry,” he laughs
“I didn’t know you liked me, your head is always in your books”
“Well originally, I came to chill and read. Until I found the cutest waitress that makes amazing tea-“
“-Shut up,” you jab him with a giggle
“-and I didn’t want to seem creepy, so I just payed attention to my books. But I did try to talk to you. I would stand as still as a tree next to the registrar trying to think of something to say. You tended to look intimidated of me, so I always froze up and just sat down. I asked my friends how to talk to you, and they kept giving me strange advice. I don’t think they know how to get a girl without sexual innuendos. They didn’t know how you looked, just knew you as café girl. If Hoseok found out you were café girl tonight, he’d probably try and do something stupid”
You took in the information he gave you and put the puzzle pieces together. You both were huge overthinking dorks. “I was only intimidated in the beginning,” you begin, “even if I was I still found you hot and probably would’ve jumped on your dick had you asked”
He suppresses some coughs while turning red
Smirking you lead him on, “Oh, so you’re shy now but wanted me to call you daddy just a few minutes ago”
“T-that’s” he begins, and you laugh out loud thinking this is definitely your Namjoon
“What about your choking kink? That was cute and unexpected” he gives you a sly grin
“Wait, shut u-that’s not…it’s your fault with those leather gloves, and leather jackets”
You poke his dimple out of mock anger and he tickles you. The rest of the time is spent by talking out your feelings, your dreams, favorite books, and desserts until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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You wake up by what you believe is your alarm. Opening your groggy eyes, you look up towards the ceiling of a room that wasn’t yours. After a minute more in conscious you realize it’s not your alarm ringing, but a pounding residing from the closed door of the stranger’s room.
“Can you guys please give me my room back now,” shouts a frustrated Hoseok
That’s when you remember the nights events and look at a sleepy Namjoon next to you. After checking the time of 7:41 shining through the digital clock on the nightstand next to what you now know as Hoseok’s bed, you smile and cuddle up to the warm body.
“Go away Hoseok,” Namjoon groans, “My baby’s trying to sleep.”
Both of you ignore Hoseok’s whines of protest as you whisper to Namjoon
“It’s fine, I’m glad he’s here so I can get to work on time for once. My alarm never wakes me up”
“Babe don’t worry, from now on I’ll be your personal alarm. As long as you can be my cherry muffin”
“I’ll do you one better and make one for you at the café”
“Those cherry muffins taste good,” he looks at you, “but you taste better,” and winks
You giggle until you hear the disturbed voice of Jung Hoseok behind the door,
“You guys are disgusting and have no idea how to whisper”
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“GET OUT OF MY ROOM”
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prompt: a fic where miko climbs into eurydice and orpheus' bed after having a nightmare. like eurydice will have her head on orpheus' shoulder and miko will wiggle between them and accidently wake them up, sooooo cute.
Okay so I’ve had these in my inbox for a while now and I felt bad for never getting to it, so here it is now! This story jumps ahead in time a bit and is kinda shorter than the other ones so I’m sorry about that. Thanks to my wife Oli for reading this first!
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It was dark, eerily dark. They were everywhere- the silhouettes of tall, broken trees, towering high into the starless night sky. The pitch blackness filled the forest space, so dim that Miko struggled to see his limbs at his side, no matter how hard he squinted his eyes.
The air was cool and damp, biting at his bruised and beaten skin. The sounds of vapid silence rang in his ears, static replacing chatter. Miko took tiny steps forward, not sure of the direction he was going, but knowing he just wanted to get out. Get home.
Suddenly, there was a snap, a tree branch breaking in the distance. Miko whipped around to where he thought the sound had come from. “Hello~?” he called out into the night. His small voice, barely louder than a whisper, trembling.
“Miko~”
Miko froze at the sound of his name. A chilling tingle traveled up his spine. Goosebumps popped up on his shivering skin. The voice was impossibly gruff, scratchy, rumbling so loudly it shook Miko to his core. The trees jerked and swooshed, rocks jumped and rattled as the ground quaked, sinking into itself. The sound of something rustling in the leaves drew closer, deafening loud.
“Miko~”
Miko felt something in his body jolt, kicking him. Nudging him to start running, and run fast. So he did. Miko pushes through the prickly bushes, hands and legs covered stinging bloody scraps. He ducked under sharp, jagged branches. They stemmed out far, reaching for him like long, wrinkled fingers.
Shadowed, unlit figures lurched forward in dark. Growing closer and closer. Closer.
As the dark shadows started to fully close in, a sudden blinding beacon of light emerged in the distance, a bright golden hue that touched the far reaches of the forest. As Miko drew closer, two figures began to form in the center of the light. Miko instantly recognized the silhouettes, “Euri! Orphe!”
Then the light began to fade, retracing back and dimming the forest scenery back to its previous dreary state. Eurydice and Orpheus turned away into the light, their bodies fading into shimmering fractals that Miko couldn’t reach.
The dark seeped through the trees, materializing into an unknown entity that took hold of Miko, wrapping tightly around his torso, waist, and legs, pulling back farther and farther away from his family.
“Euri! Orphe! Help me!” The two continued to vanish, leaving Miko behind. He fought harder, twisting and squirming around, unable to break loose. “Euri, Orphe, please! Please help me!”
Then they were gone, the dark fully settled in. “No! Don’t leave me...” Miko cried as the grip on his body grew former, the feeling of a crushing weight being pushed down in his chest. It became too much, too unbearable.
“Ahh,” Miko flew up in his cot, gasping for air that felt heavier than lead. Fat beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he gripped his soaking wet sheets.
Miko jumped from his bed as if it's sheets burned his skin at the touch. As soon as his feet hit the cold floor, he raced the few feet from his cot over to Orpheus and Eurydice’s bed. Miko stood at the side of their bed, watching their chest roar and fall in their sleep, one up as the other’s went down. Miko tugged at the rustic blanket, prying it back and crawled into the cramped bed next to Orpheus’ side. Little fingers in balled-up fist held firmly to the old off-white nightshirt.
Orpheus shifted in his sleep at the feeling of extra weight and body heat. He slowly opened his eyes, crusted over with sleep, blinking once, twice, three times and changed positions. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Even after getting his very own bed, Miko quite often found his way over to slink into Orpheus and Eurydice’s bed in the middle of the night. Their bed was already a dinky, tight squeeze with just the two adults but with Miko, it was beyond cramped and a game of twisting and rearranging to make space for them all. But they made it work. “Miko,” he whispered with a raspy voice, struggling to keep his eyes open and body awake.
“Hi Orphe,” the young boy sniffled, eyes wet and teary. With that, Orpheus felt himself instantly wake up. “Miko? What’s wrong?” he gently pressed, running his fingers through the boy's hair in soft, small circles in an attempt to calm him down. Miko just clung even tighter to his arm, head buried in the crook of his elbow. Orpheus scooped the boy into his arms and swung him over his middle, letting the child lie in between him and his sleepy wife.
Eurydice immediately moved to make space for the small boy. In her half-sleep daze, wrapped her arms around Miko, hoping to bring him some form of comfort. But instead, Miko proceeded to jump and flinch away from her embrace, tucking into Orpheus’ arm even more. “No,” he cried, warm, salty tears spilled onto Orpheus’ arm. The two parents were now wide awake and alarmed by the boy’s behavior.
“Miko,” Eurydice startlingly cooed, sitting up slightly. Orpheus followed suit, lifting himself and Miko to rest on the back of the headboard. He swaddled the weeping child in his arms, the thick blanket covering them both. Eurydice scooted over to her husband's side, and he opened his arms to let join in the huddle. “Miko, what’s wrong?”
“You left.”
“What?” Orpheus said puzzled. Left? They were right here, they hadn’t gone anywhere.
Miko rapidly shook his head, “you left and they got me!”
“Who did Miko?”
“The shadow man…in the forest,” he whispered.
Eurydice and Orpheus locked eyes, a tinge of worry and concern and other emotions swirled in their pools. “Nightmare?” Eurydice mouthed.
“Nightmare,” Orpheus assured, mouthing back with a small, sheepish nod. He let Miko cry, wash away and flush out his fears and continued to soothe the anxious boy, hands traveling up and down his shaking back. After a couple minutes, the tears let up, only the sound of a few stray sniffles and whimpers fell from his lips and nose. Orpheus adjusted the child in his lap, turning him so his chest was facing forward. Eurydice reached out and wiped Miko’s eyes, rims red and skin blotchy and tear-stricken. Orpheus used the edge of his shirt to wipe at the boy's dripping nose. It was gross, but the shirt was old and already soaked with tears and snot, so the sacrifice wasn’t too severe.
“Miko,” Eurydice said, her voice soft and dreamy, like the sweetest of lullabies. “You know we’d never abandon you like that, right?”
The boy meekly nodded, seemingly not fully believing what was being said.
Eurydice sighed, not in an annoyed way but despondent, “you had a pretty bad dream huh?” Miko nodded once more. “I’m sorry your dream was so scary, but I have to tell you: me and Orpheus, we will never leave you alone. Not ever, no matter what. We’d go to hell and back for you and nothing will ever change that.”
Miko sniffled, “but Mister Hermes said you went down there already. You can’t go twice.”
“You think some silly little rule like that would keep us away from you? ” Eurydice questioned in mock shock.
“Impossible,” Orpheus added confidently. His wife gave a few quick pokes to Miko’s stomach and he giggled, his airy laughs filled the room with light.
“You wanna try and get some more sleep?” Eurydice asked.
Miko’s smile vanished, replaced with a look of doubt, “but what if the shadows come back?”
“Then we’ll chase them away,” Eurydice replied, pulling Miko down to lie close to her chest, her heartbeat a soft, repetitive drum. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. Orpheus joined them, pulling the blanket up to their chest. Miko’s burrowed close, though even in the dark of their unlit room, they could see his face was still scrunched up in fear.
Orpheus felt stuck, no spoken words came to his head that would ultimately calm the frightened boy. Then, an idea bloomed in his mind, and Orpheus began to sing. First, it started as a faint hum in the dark of night, slowly growing to add a melody and words. The notes spun around the room, light and entrancing, sweeping away any trace of anxiety and fear.
Miko’s eyelids grew heavy as he struggled to fight back sleep, tension slipping from his muscles, bones relaxing into jelly. Soon, the feeling became too much and he yawned, closing his eyes and curling into Eurydice’s side, “night mama...papa…” His breathing slowed and evened out. Small snores filling the room.
Orpheus’ singing ceased and he glanced over to his wife, their faces plastered with dumbfounded glee. Mama and papa. Miko called them mama and papa. Orpheus felt his chest brim with joy, he could cry. Eurydice gave him a sleepy smile, they’d talk about it when the morning sun arose. He bent over and placed a delicate kiss on his wife and Miko’s heads. Soon, the sun would shine, replacing the midnight dark with the warm glow of the new day. Orpheus couldn’t wait to share that time with his wife and son.
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watching the 1990 LOTF movie!! my reactions:
hello all!!!! i was bored at midnight again so here it is: me watchin the 1990 movie, for the first time, hell yeah!!!!! here we go!!! its got the other movie to live up to, so im excited for a comedy lmao!! tl;dr at end if u want!!! its kinda long btw lmao
- castle rock entertainment??? piggy u better watch out bro
- fuck is that the pilot???
- k this isnt a big thing but why are they in water? the plane left a scar in the earth, they were on land.
- okay, again, me nitpicking. but idk, to me, they dont look 12?? maybe its just cause theyre all dressed up n that but they dont look like 12 yr olds to me like the last movie
- why tf does ralph (?) have a glowstick lmaooooo
- why are they all together. where is my conch. wher are my stupid ass choir outfits. maybe im not there yet and they have them, but i want my stupid cloaks!!! jack would not stand for this!!!
- why TF is the pilot alive???
- am i supposed to know whos who by now?? did i just miss that?? which ones ralph? which ones jack?? wheres simon???
- conch??? the conchs main job is to bring them together, and here theyre already together so???
- piggy already makin me love him gosh piggy is child
- okay so im guessing brown hair kid is ralph
- piggy protecting conch rights
- i do like piggys sass... very iconic
- okay whAT??? is that blonde kid supposed to be jack?? first off, jack has red hair. second off, there is no way in hELL THAT MY basTARD child jack merridew would let ralph win the election just like that??? wheres my choir??? wheres my c sharp???
- okay jack would for sure call piggy shitbrain nvm
- mY CHOIR WOULD NOT ACCEPT THAT SINGING.
- wheres simon????
- r they fuckin cookin lizards??? nvm look away simon pls dont be in this
- is thAT BITCH supposed to be Simon?? hes got a lot to look up to. also why the FUCK is the adult alive. taht ruins the whole purpose of the entire book
- was that a dream??? sorry im dumb af lmao
- alrght simon is kind of an adorable hild and he likes lizard maybe hes valid?
- idk.. for some reason this ralph isnt like, giving me ralph vibes?? hes just not bring like ralphish u know??
- now im getting a little bit more of our beloved lil bitch ralph..
- okay wtf is going on lmao
- “SHOVE THEIR DICK IN THE CONCH” had me laughing for a solid fucking 30 minutes. william golding who??? whoever wrote that line is the new icon
- ‘EAT SHIT AND DIE” okay wtffff im so confused but also vv entertained
- for some reason jack’s character is like 100% off, but also somehow 100% on point “thats exactly what i meant” like holy shit. like idk hes not jack but just sometimes he radiates “jack if he was allowed to swear and was less of a lil bitch” energy
- ok simon and lizard?? valid
- i swear to FUCKING GOD i will kill that child!!!
- im gonna cry. wtf. why would you kill his lizard. even this movie’s jack seems like he thinks thats fucked up and hes a psychopath. also, lemme say, at this point, i think most of the book characters would beat the shit out of someone if they were mean to simon like that, bc the choir were his friends, and ralphs tribe respected him, sooooo
- why tf is it simons job to take care of the adult that shouldnt even be there? liek wtf hes grieving asshole
- no fucking duh hes scared of everyone but simon i would be too
- honestly kinda glad they let ralph say fuck he deserved it
- “back off man im sick of ur shit and sos my gang” fuckin got em
- let me guess pilot dude is the new beast???
- honestly wtf is goin on lmao
- okay piggys actor actually made me sd when he was crying about his glasses so good job
- simon comin through with the glowstick. also, good job simon
- well at least the lord of the flies looks terrifying as always
- are samneric putting on warpaint this early?? bc i WILL NOT stand for that shit. i am a samneric STAN Ok??? they were two of the tHREE left when simon died who didnt become cowards and go savage. they wree LOYAL to ralph until they were LITERALLY tied up and FORCED to join jack, and even then they helped ralph!!!! so fuck u. samneric are better than that.
- oh simon :(
- im glad they actually kind of (?) shwed simon like with the pig head bc last movei it was just ike them flipping the camera from pig to si so idkk
- ok that was a pretty ralph move to bring up the fire 24/7 lmao
- piggytits?? tf
- simon with hus fuckin glowstick lmao
- awe, simon
- okay HOLY SHIT. the sounds of what i assume to be them fucking stabbing simon are horrific. and then that cut to simon’s fucking mutiliated corpse?? holy SHIT. like as much as im complaining, thats the gruesome shit i expect from this book. i was expecting them to shy away from it bc its so awful, but im SO glad they didnt, bc that gave me fuckin chills. finally, something i can praise them on. thats the lord of the flies i expect.
- i feel bad for ralph.. good job
- ok good. samneric came back. good job again.
- ok. nvm. the disrespect to my loyal children. alright.
- okay that child screaming as hes being whipped?? wtf.
- ok that line of piggy being scared that the russians will take them nad make them go into the olympics? gold.
- piggys laugh is so pure
- why the fuCK are they finding instruments lmao
- poor piggy
- did roger just wolf whistle at ralph what the fuck is going on
- holy SHIt this movie does not hold back on the blood. but, wheres my conch explosion?? if ur gonna show him getting hit u gotta show the conch exploding. although, the conch means like nothing in this movie lmao
- okay wow piggys dead body cool cool cool
- ralph fucking YEETED that kid to the ground lmao
- okay, ralph crying?? good acting
tl;dr/conclusion/my thoughts: hooooo boy so i see why everyone likes 1960 one better.
first, lets start with the obvious: why this isnt lord of the flies. because its not. if this wasnt telling me that its lord of the flies, i would think of it as that, really. first off, the conch. the conch represents civility, it brings them together. its important. when piggy dies, it dies, representing how all civility is now gone. i maybe saw the conch three times this movie. didnt do anything.
second, the pilot, captain whatever. the point of the beast to me is that they made it up. sure, the corpse was real, but it didnt pose a threat, it was simply a corpse. they made it into what it was, therefore proving that they are the beast. sure, the pilot here was harmless, but he grbbed a boy’s foot and was therefore making himself a possible threat. maybe its not a big deal i guess.
third, the characters. the point of lord of the flies is that they are rich kids who havent gone through anything. theyre the perfect, spoiled kids who havent done anything wrong. half of them are in choir. chOIR. in this movie, lets take jack for example. they said he stole a car and got sent to military school. no. the point of jack is that he was a perfect kid. leader of choir. he was manipulitive and got even ADULTS to trust him. its part of hs character, showing that this perfect choir leader kid went fucking insane to prove how literally everyone can be evil. also samneric???? the direspect!! they were loyal to ralph until they were tied up and FORCED to join jack, and even then, after roger like beat the shit out of them, they were STILL loyal. fuck you.
so those are the MAIN reasons why it wasnt lotf.
now, what i liked i guess.
the swearing was NOT lotf, and it didnt fit with the story, but ill admit that i laughed, so i guess thats a plus.
second, i liked how they showed the gore, i guess? sounds weird, hear me out. lord of the flies is a gruesome, violent, awful book. theres descriptions of death in detail, and im so glad they showed it. when simon’s body was there, literally torn to shreds? the shock of it, the true savagery you see that these boys murdered him SO violently, is amazing, because thats the essence of lotf. simons death shows how theyve lost all their civility, and showing such a gruesome corpse really brings that through. so good job.
and now, of course, the obvious: thats not the characters i pictured when i read the story. simon doesnt look like that, ralph doesnt look like that, jack doesnt look like that.
where did the choir go, too? forgot to mention that, and i think that also adds into the whole, theyre supposed to be perfect kids and then become savage thing. also, the choir was a group. they voted for jack and went with him for a reason.
so yea, thats that. dont know why people would read this lmao but thats my thoughts!!!! i just need to keep myself busy when i watch movies and to make sure i focused, i figured id just write down my thoughts as i went. if u wanna watch for free, look up lord of the flies 1990 google drive.
;)))) and yea im posting this at 230 am lmao why not
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Are You Even Morty Anymore
Morty’s been quiet ever since the night of the dance, and Summer’s starting to worry.
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“Sooooo...Morty’s been quiet lately.”
Summer leaned against the doorway to the garage, phone in hand. If it weren’t for the tone of her voice, everything about her would lead one to believe that she didn’t care about the topic at hand; her shoulders slumped, face passive, even blasé. One would be wrong about that assumption, however, and recognize that immediately once they heard the tautness of her voice. She crossed one leg in front of the other to properly wedge herself between the hardwood and the doorframe, hitting ‘send’ on a text before looking up at her grandfather.
“Yeah, and?” If Summer didn’t care, Rick really gave no fucks. Hunching over the worktable, squinting at something that Summer couldn’t see from her vantage point. She knew he was squinting, though. He always squinted when he was working.
“ Aaaand, he’s been quiet ever since the night of the dance. You know, with the whole cronenberg disaster that you started.”
One very well maintained eyebrow quirked up pointedly, but Summer’s nose was back in her phone after a cursory glance. Rick didn’t reply for a second. From the stiffness of his posture Summer correctly guessed that something had caught his eye and that he’d reply when he’d finished picking at whatever little bug had irked him. Mostly correctly, anyway - he didn’t end up replying. It was like he’d forgotten Summer was standing there at all.
That’s fair, Summer thought to herself. I’m being quiet and he’s a narcissistic bastard.
She cleared her throat. Rick groaned.
“Ugh, what. ”
“Are you going to tell me what happened to Morty then or do I have to tell Mom that you traumatized him again.” Cutting straight to the point. Rick turned, eyes narrowed, looking Summer up and down. Summer pocketed her phone, folding her arms over her chest and giving him that laser-focused glare Rick would otherwise be proud to say was from his side of the gene pool.
So it was a battle of wills, then. He glared her down as well, but in the silence it was becoming increasingly obvious that Summer wasn’t backing down from this. She actually cared.
With a surrendering, aggravated noise Rick threw his arms up and swiveled back in his chair to face his desk. “Listen, Summer, I don’t have time to-- to, to constantly make sure his fragile psyche is still holding together. If you want to tell your mother, I-I-I don’t give a shit, she won’t do anything about it anyway. She’s too scared I’ll run off again.”
He pounded on his chest in the middle of the sentence, forcing out a loud belch. Summer wrinkled her nose and scoffed.
“Whatever.” It wasn’t exactly the most stinging of dismissals, and Summer knew it, but she wasn’t about to fight with Rick over whether or not he should feel remorse or heaven forbid, empathy. Whatever he’d done to fuck Morty up this time, she wasn’t about to get him to see that it was probably his fault. He’d never see it, not in a million years, and most likely in a few months’ time Morty’s going to have it repressed as usual.
Honestly, Summer had no idea why she even bothered sometimes. Clearly their parents had stopped trying long ago. She turned, not bothering to close the door as she went back down the hall to the living room.
Morty was there, as usual. He’d been there for a while now, easily since before breakfast. Always that same look - the mouth slightly agape, staring somewhere just a few feet up and to the left of the TV screen instead of actually at it. His homework sat on his lap, not even touched - not even the classic dicks and doodles 14-year-olds would normally spend time procrastinating on. Summer felt a cold clench in her chest to see him sitting there with the thousand yard stare of someone who’d seen a lifetime of war. He’s just a kid.
How did her parents not notice this?
Rick was right, in a way, she supposed as she passed the living room and headed into the kitchen to get a drink. She turned the tap, staring through the kitchen window and to the outside where Jerry was obsessively cutting the weeds, again. After a while, her eyes became glassy and she, too, stared off into the distance, lost in her own thoughts. Beth was too scared to stand up to Rick for fear of him leaving and Jerry was….well. Summer loved her father but he was what he was and nothing would change that. He’d never do anything to jeopardize his clearly failing relationship with Beth, and that meant letting Rick steamroller over them both and continually break their son over and over.
Cold water flowed over Summer’s hand and it shocked her so badly out of her reverie that she squeezed the glass too tightly, shattering it in the metal sink.
“Summer?” Morty’s voice even cut through the air a little weaker than it used to. He sounded like an old man, frail and weak and barely having the strength to talk. It wavered with more than his normal stutter and Summer’s eyes stung. “Are you okay?”
Are YOU okay? She wanted to ask, wiping her eyes. Jesus christ, did I forget my meds today? I don’t usually get this weepy. Morty’s going to be fine. I’m just overthinking it.
Right?
“I’m fine,” She called. "I just dropped a glass, that's all. Clumsy me, haha." The laugh came off as forced but she knew he was too out of it to notice. Lowering her hand from her face, she realized she’d cut it on the glass. The smell of iron clung to her nose from where it wafted from the stain under both her eyes. She could hear Morty’s footsteps coming into the kitchen, coming to check on her. Shit.
Summer grabbed a dish towel and viciously rubbed her face clean, wrapping up her hand just as Morty came in. If he had anything to say about the redness around her eyes, he said nothing. His own eyes slid from her towel-wrapped hand to the still bloody shards of glass in the sink. He turned, leaving the kitchen again.
“Oh. I-I’ll get a first aid kit.”
Summer stood there, stunned. He’d never really been queasy for just a little blood, it took a lot to really freak him out nowadays when it comes to gore, but the way that he simply shut down and didn’t react in the slightest scared Summer. It sent a chill up her spine.
No person in their right mind just sees that much blood and doesn’t even care. Something whispered in Summer’s mind. He’s NOT okay. Do something-
“Morty--” Summer called. There was shuffling, and Morty poked his head around the kitchen doorway again before coming in with the large first aid kit from the broom cupboard.
“Yeah, Summer?”
Summer faltered as he opened the plastic case, pulling out bandages and antiseptic. He motioned for her hand, making a ‘gimme’ motion without looking at her that she’d seen Rick do to him a million times. It made her stall, and Morty looked up at her.
“Are you okay? Are-- are you going to faint o-or something…?”
He’s already so much like Rick.
“Uh….no.” Summer mumbled. She held out her hand. Morty said nothing, peeling back the towel that was now thoroughly stained a deep red. He didn’t even flinch, not a single wrinkle in his blank expression to show that he acknowledged it.
“This is going to hurt.” He said instead, picking up the antiseptic spray and pausing for a moment. He looked up at Summer for the barest split second, and Summer caught the concern in his eyes, in the way he frowned. The way he waited for permission.
Her chest hurt. Why are you so worried about me? What the hell happened to you, Morty? Are you even Morty anymore?
“It’s fine. Go ahead.” She said, then winced as the alcohol hit her open cut. Morty bandaged it quickly and tightly, doing a much better job than Summer could have ever expected from him. As he tied it off and cut it, making sure the gauze underneath was in place, she stared at him. Something in the very back of her mind wondered how often he’d had to bandage himself, or others, or even Rick.
The thought left a bad taste in her mouth. “...Thanks.”
“No problem. Now clean up the glass, that’s your own damn fault.” There it was, just the tiniest spark of life. Hope flared up in Summer that maybe he wasn’t totally broken just yet, but then the spark died as he went back on autopilot aand put the leftover bandages back in the kit.
Summer watched him pack the kit away, leave the kitchen and sit back down on the couch. Task accomplished, fugue consuming him once more, he’d forgotten what he was doing and left the kit by the arm of the couch where he sat. His homework reclaimed its spot on his lap as if he had never gotten up, and he resumed staring at the not-TV screen with that blank, slightly agape look on his face. Summer watched him for a good five minutes but he just...didn’t move. Not even to scratch.
Her chest hurt as she turned back to the sink, slowly picking up the broken shards and throwing them away.
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A Night Out
Person: Keem Hyoeun
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
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”Come on y/n.” Layla says while nagging me. ”You know I'm not into stuff like that. Let me stay home in peace and quiet.” My friend Layla had invited me to this party at Dok2’s new home in L.A so she could try to get boo’d up but she wanted to me to go with her an I was not feeling it. I'm a quiet girl who likes to stay to herself and have fun on her own. Going to wild parties with drunk people, horny women and men and groupies was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment but I'm not gonna lie, getting drunk would be nice right now.
”I don't even have anything cute to wear” I said. ”Girl, you know I have the perfect outfits so, I got you.” Layla says with a wink and runs to her closet. I also forgot to mention, Layla is my college roommate. She's the complete opposite of me. She's wild, crazy, and a hoe, but she's been there for me since day one. I get up to go follow her to see what crazy outfit she would pick out for me. I was in pure shock when I saw what she picked for me. ”Lay......You must have lost your damn mind!” I yell. Layla layed out a black and red mini dress with the craziest black hooker heels I have ever seen. The accessories were cute though. I gave her the harshest glare I could give her. ”Come on y/n. You know you would fye as hell in this. If it's that bad then trade outfits with me.” She pointed to her outfit. There was a silver crop top with black leather pants and a cute pair of silver and black pumps. ”Alright, let's trade.” I said. Layla cheers and hugs y/n tightly. ”Okay okay bitch.” I said while pushing Layla. ”Hurry up before I change my mind. ”Alright jeez.” Layla says while rolling her eyes and takes her outfit to go change.
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Me and Layla called an Uber to the party. Once we arrived, I got really nervous. We arrived to a huge penthouse full of Korean celebs, groupies, and drunk people. I knew instantly that this was out of my element but it was too late to leave. ”Come on y/n.” Layla yells while dragging me. ”Lets show them how we party.” Once we get inside, I'm in pure shock. The place was gorgeous. There was a huge turquoise indoor pool, a huge bar and a beautiful chandelier in the living room. I even saw a few rappers I had heard of. ”Beautiful huh?” I turn around to see the man of the house, Dok2. I was in pure shock while Layla was planning how to snatch Dok2 up. ”You're home is beautiful.” Y/n says. ”Thank you. All my hard work paid off and now I'm living life. Make sure to enjoy yourself while you're here.” Dok2 says while smirking. ”We most definitely will.” Layla says in her seductive voice while pushing me to the side. I could have popped her upside her head for that but that's her. I decided to walk off to the bar and go get a drink to chill my nerves.
There were so many people around including some of my favorites like The Quiett, Jay Park, Tiger Jk, and more. They were all throwing drinks back, chatting and hollering at a few groupies that were there. While sitting at the bar, Layla comes and tries to drag me off the bar stool. ”Come on y/n. They're playing our song girl.” I didn't even realize our song Mommae was playing since I was so out of it paying attention to everyone else. ”Excuse me. Can we get a few shots of tequila.” Layla says. ”Are you crazy!? I don't want to get crazy drunk!” I said to Layla. ”Girl, bye. You need to get lit. You look scared as hell for no reason. Live in the moment for a while.” Layla says while giving me 4 shots. She smirked at me and I instantly knew she was right. It was time for me to have fun. I downed all 4 shots and dragged her to the dance floor. We screamed for the DJ to start the song over so we could get it popping. As soon as it started, we both took over the dance floor. Later on in the song, while dancing I noticed a guy with bright fire red hair was staring right at me. He had really dark brown eyes that pulled me in instantly.
One moment we were staring at each other and the next he started walking towards me. The attention on the dance floor soon went all to Layla so it was just me and this mysterious but fine ass guy. All I could hear was my heart racing. Everything started going in slow motion. I tried to blame it on the alcohol but I knew it wasn’t that. The mysterious guy came closer and I realized he looked familiar but I couldn’t figure out a name. “You’re a really good dancer. You should teach me.” The guy says. I tried to speak but everything came out like a stutter. “Th..Th..Thank you.” I said. As soon as he smirked, I wanted to drop to my knees from shyness. “My name is Hyoeun. Keem Hyoeun.” Keem Hyoeun!? Now I knew who he was. He was on season 5 and 7 of Show Me The Money and was the first artist to be signed to Ambition Musik created by Dok2 and The Quiett. I felt so dumb for forgetting his name.
He looked so young back then so I see why I forgot. “My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.” I say and slowly put my hand out for him to shake. When he grabs my hand, I wanted to melt. His hands were twice the size of mine and they were extremely soft. He was pretty close too so I could see his face more closely. He was fairly tall, had a cute but manly face and pink plum lips, and a long but slim body. He was wearing a short sleeved black adidas shirt with black adida jogger pants and a pair of red and black adidas. I also noticed his huge Rollie on his right hand. “Your Rollie is nice.” I stupidly said. “Thanks.” He says while laughing. “I got it as a gift from Dok2 and The Quiett.” He starts to step a little closer and I get a whiff of his cologne. It was strong but had a sweet balance to it. He started liking his lips and opened his mouth to talk. “You know you’re...” Before he could finish, a tall but cute looking guy comes and grabs Hyoeun. “Aye, we’re all about to go racing in all of Dok2’s cars. Wanna come?” The guy says then looks at me and smiles a huge smile. “Waddup I’m Changmo!” He says in his broken english and puts out his fist for me to dab. “Hello I’m y/n.” I say while dabbing him back with a huge smile on my first. In the corner of my eyes, I notice Hyoeun glaring at Changmo like he wanted him to go away. Changmo soon noticed and said “You wanna go or... Y/n is welcome to come.” Before Hyoeun could answer, I spoke. “I think I’m gonna get going. My friend is really drunk off her ass right now.” I turned to the right and so did the guys. We all saw a girl dancing crazily with her dressed pulled up high on the bar. I was instantly embarrassed by Layla’s dumb ass. I silently cussed her out in my head.
“Well thanks for coming. Hyoeun lets go.” Changmo says while walking away and laughing at Layla. “Hold on. I’ll be out in a minute.” Hyoeun says. Hyoeun turns and taps me on my shoulder softly. I turn around and meet his eyes and instantly go back to being shy. “Since your going, I’ll help you get your friend home.” He says. I was shocked. I didn’t want him to keep his friends waiting so he could help me with drunk ass Layla but I did need the help. It was gonna be hard getting her off that bar top and out the door, so I accepted his help. We both walked over and Layla started acting a fool. “Heyyyyyyy y/n.” Layla says while sluring. This shit was so embarrassing I didn’t even respond. I started grabbing her legs to pull her off but she started throwing a fit. “If you don’t get the fuck off the bar, I’m gonna kill you on this bar.” I silently said to her. She proceeded to do what she was doing. Out of nowhere, Hyoeun grabbed her off the bar and motioned me to hurry out the door with him. While walking, I called an Uber that came just in time. Hyoeun put Layla in the back seat so she could lay down and chill till we get home. “Thank you. You really helped me. I’m sorry you had to see how she acted.” I said while sneaking a glare at Layla. “ No problem.” He laughed and said shyly. We stood there for a few seconds just staring at each other. “Well....I should get going. Please tell Dok2 that I enjoyed the party.” I smiled and starting walking to the front seat till Hyoeun yelled. “Hey wait!” He ran over to me quickly. “I really wanted to talk to you more and get to know you but it seems plans have changed. Sooooo....I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime.” He said “OMG YES!!! I mean... sure.” I screamed like an excited kid and fixed my composure fast after realizing what I did. He laughed the cutest laugh and took my phone out my hand. I was confused at first but realized he was putting his number in. “Text me when you get home okay?” He says while handing me my phone back. “I will.” I said while shyly smiling. He opened the front door to the car and let me get in. “It was nice meeting you. I’m really glad you came” He says while closing the door and leaning on the car. “Hyoeun! Hurry up and quit flirting!” I looked to see Changmo screaming while standing on top of a black and silver Ferrari. Hyoeun sent him a glare and Changmo backed off. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You should hurry and go. I’ll text you when I get home and deal with her. I’ll pay you back for helping me.” I said “Don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by going on a date with me.” He says while smirking. My smile faded and my mouth was wide open. “So cute.” He said busting out laughing and walking away.
I was in shock the whole ride home. The Uber driver helped me put a knocked out Layla in my house and went on his way. I cleaned Layla up and put her to bed. I made sure to leave some water and ibuprofen by her bed knowing she was gonna be hung over the next day. As I put on my pajamas and went to bed, I remembered to text Hyoeun. I sent him a text saying we got home safely and made sure to tell him to get home safely as well. He soon replied with a heart emoji saying that he was glad and he will make sure that he does so. I was kinda glad I went to the party. I may have went through hell with Layla but I met a really great and fine ass guy. I went to sleep happily.
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