#sorry if this comes off as a bit holier-than-thou that wasn’t the intention
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Something I’ve been thinking lately about how wild it is that a lot of people seem to think that telling someone to kill themselves is a pretty normal thing to do on the internet. Maybe it’s just that I wasn’t really on the very early Wild West internet where there was zero regulation for what you could put online and people were also just discovering the joy of being an anonymous voice that could say anything without consequence, but it actually kinda shocks me when I see it. Like I’ll see an example of suicide bait someone sent a person and it make me think about the mental state I’d have to be in to do that. I literally cannot imagine wanting to tell someone to kill themselves, definitely I can imagine being angry at someone and maybe even wanting them to die in the moment. But deciding that you hate someone so much, likely over just one thing they said, that you take time to type out a sometimes lengthy message telling them to kill themselves, and after the time it takes to do that sending it to someone is just not something I think I could do.
It also sometimes makes me think about the kind of person that would send suicide bait, someone who’s distanced themselves from other people so much that they either forget that they really are just talking to other people or that they can’t even consider what a normal response/reasonable to someone saying some they don’t like is. It feels sad to me.
This is kinda just stream of consciousness so I don’t really have a point to all of this, maybe it’s just that the inherent depersonalization of the internet hit some people harder than me, which does suck pretty bad if it’s the case.
#sorry if this comes off as a bit holier-than-thou that wasn’t the intention#I just genuinely don’t understand the mindset of people to send suicide bait#if someone’s written an academic paper or something like that on this topic I’d be really interested to read it
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Holier Than Thou [E. Munson]
Summary: The preacher's daughter has always been pure and unmistakably good, but meeting the leader of the Hellfire Club may change her ways.
Warnings: Swearing, religious manipulation
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Y/n was unlike many of the girls her age. She didn't fool around with guys or do anything so daring as cheat on a quiz. She had never been on a date with a guy due to her father watching her like a hawk and speaking against dating. Each time Y/n would ask her father about the dating rule, he would still insist she was too young, even at the age of seventeen. Despite how simple it may seem, being the preacher's child was difficult. Church twice a week, nightly prayers, rants fueled by fire and brimstone, and daily bible reading made life exhausting.
Y/n set her book bag down by her chair, prepared to listen intently to the class lecture just like she listened to her father’s sermons every Sunday. Today; however, the teacher did not begin a lecture but instead began writing names on the board. Two by two, names were written next to each other. Students gossiped amongst each other about what the names meant. Perhaps they were in trouble? Or perhaps they were going to receive a new seating chart.
Y/n was perfectly happy with where she sat; the left side of the classroom in the second row. Next to her sat Ramona Andrews, a girl with a mediocre personality but enough kindness to leave Y/n alone. Y/n didn't want to sit next to someone who would make fun of her or try to cheat off her homework.
“These are your assigned partners for the upcoming project. I will hand out the rubric for the project at the end of class, but right now I want to explain it to you.” Mrs. Weatherall spoke, her hair done in a bun which was beginning to unravel.
As the teacher droned on, Y/n scanned the board for her name, praying she would have a good partner.
Darn it, She thought as she read the name next to hers.
Eddie Munson.
Just then, a body plopped down in the seat next to hers. Eddie himself sat to face Y/n, a smug smirk on his face.
“Looks like we’re partners.” He smiled mischievously.
“Looks like it.” Y/n forced a small smile, trying to hide her despair.
“I had to take this class last year and I still have my project leftover from that, so we could take a look at it if you want. Use it for inspiration.” He suggested in a surprisingly helpful manner.
“Oh, uh, sure. That would be great. What did you get on it?” Y/n responded.
“I got an F, but it was a high F! Right on the cusp of being a D.” Eddie announced proudly.
“Yeah, we can look at it. Maybe use it as a guide for what not to do.” Y/n mumbled under her breath, eyes fixating on the rings he wore.
“Was that sass? Coming from the preacher's kid?” Eddie grinned, teasing her.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just-” Y/n sputtered, afraid she had been unkind.
“It’s okay, Y/n. I was just teasing you. I thought it was funny.”
“Okay.” Y/n said softly, still feeling guilty for being rude.
“Lighten up. I’m not gonna bite your head off.” Eddie twirled a pencil between his fingers, doodling a little smiley face on their rubric.
Y/n decided to start working, and to her surprise, Eddie wanted to help. Their project required them to create a presentation on one of the scientists of the 17th century, and their contribution to the scientific community. After flipping through the textbook Y/n made the decision to present on Robert Boyle, as Eddie insisted he didn't care who they presented on.
Eddie would write facts and snippets of information then slide the notecards to Y/n, who would subtly correct them while he wasn't looking. By the time the bell rang they had a stack of notecards with incorrect information on some which Y/n could not fix in time.
“Wicked work. We make a great team.” Eddie commented as he handed her the stack of notecards.
“See you tomorrow, Eddie.” Y/n murmured as she exited the room.
Y/n was still a bit scared of Eddie, or rather, she was scared of how enchanting he was. The little jokes he made throughout the class had her resting the urge to giggle. His hair framed his face perfectly, even if it was horrendously frizzy. His round eyes seemed to see her far better than even the eyes of god had, and she couldn't tell if she loved it or hated it.
Eddie was quite entranced with Y/n. He had always seen her walking through the hallways, quiet as a mouse. He thought she was the most gorgeous girl he had set eyes on, but refrained from speaking to her all these years because of her father. Eddie knew the pastor disapproved of people like him; heavy metal listeners and DND players with long hair. He knew she would never go for him, but he still felt his heart beat a little faster when he thought of her.
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Y/n shivered as she walked through the parking lot, the brisk air nipping at her skin. She got frustrated with herself for not bringing a warm jacket. Her house was a ten minute walk from the school, and she began to walk begrudgingly when a large van pulled up beside her. Loud music rang out from inside and in the driver’s seat sat the one and only Eddie Munson.
“Do you need a ride?” He offered.
“Oh, no, that's okay. I don't want to inconvenience you. It’s only a ten minute walk.” Y/n replied, despite truly wanting to get in. The cold air still stirred around her, penetrating her cardigan.
“It's not an inconvenience, and you’re shivering. Come on, I don't want to be responsible for you getting hypothermia.”
Y/n contemplated her options for a few seconds, then opened the door and hopped into the passengers seat. It was warm in the van and Eddie turned down the music as she entered.
“Thanks, Eddie.”
“It’s the least I could do. You’re the one helping me get a good grade on this project.”
“You’re helping. You're doing a good part of the work.” Y/n replied, admiring the way his rings glinted in the light.
“You’re the one correcting my work.”
“You saw that?” Y/n cringed internally, wishing he hadn't seen it.
“Yep. You write pretty fast, but you're not as discreet as you think you are.” Eddie smirked.
“What’s this song?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence.
“This song, my dear, is Highway to Hell by ACDC.” Eddie tapped the radio.
“Oh.” Y/n was clearly taken aback by the name, not expecting to hear a song with such a name.
“Why do you ask?” Eddie wondered.
“I don't know. Kinda catchy I guess.” Y/n mumbled the last part, ashamed to admit that she enjoyed the song. Songs like that were never allowed in her house. When they did play music, it was gospel music and light-hearted tunes from years ago.
“What was that last part?” Eddie questioned.
“I said it was kinda catchy.” Y/n repeated, her head hung abashedly.
“No way. No fucking way! The preacher’s kid likes Highway to Hell?” Eddie laughed in disbelief.
“I never said I liked it.” Y/n protested, but Eddie wouldn't have it.
“You didn't have to say that. You said it was catchy, which means you like it.” Eddie smiled widely.
“Please don't tell anyone, Eddie.” Y/n pleaded, horrified that her father would find out.
“Oh, I’m gonna tell everyone, princess.” Eddie leaned closer to her as he smirked evilly. He noticed her eyes getting wide with anxiety, her eyebrows furrowed in distress at his words. “I’m kidding, Y/n. No one will know. Our secret, okay?” Eddie soothed Y/n, holding out his pinky to her.
“Promise?” Y/n looked up at him with big doe eyes, still rattled from the image of her father finding out that she liked such a vulgar song.
“Promise.” Eddie spoke. With that, Y/n took his pinky in hers, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it.
“Thanks again for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n said as she got out of the van which was parked haphazardly in front of her house.
“If I decide to come to class tomorrow.” Eddie spoke, making Y/n give him a slightly agitated look. “I’ll be there tomorrow, Y/n.” Eddie sighed, detesting the idea of going to school.
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Y/n quietly shut the door to her house, setting her book bag down by the coat rack which stood next to the door.
“Who drove you home?” Her father asked harshly as he rounded the corner.
“Just someone from school.” Y/n murmured, eyes looking at the floor to avoid her father's iron gaze.
“Who from school? I want a name.”
“Melissa. Melissa Hart.” Y/n felt bad for lying, but she knew he would never approve of someone like Eddie driving her home. “She’s in my English class.”
“Very well then. I’ve heard she’s a kind girl. Her mother comes in to pray on Sundays.” He commented, his eyes still boring into her.
“She is very nice.” Y/n desperately tried to end the conversation, wanting nothing more than to escape upstairs. At last, her father left the room and she darted to her bedroom. Y/n slumped down on her bed, her conscience beginning to gnaw at her for lying to her father. She had to, she told herself. She had to or her father would have gone berserk for no reason. Still, despite her guilt she could not shake the interest that she had in Eddie Munson.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley
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You’re allowed to have your opinions about whatever you want, but at your big age, I know you’re smart enough to know that your opinion was an uneducated one filled with assumptions and grand generalizations about people you don’t know. Many dark fics writers and readers are victims of assault themselves who feel that engaging in these fics gives them back a sense of control unlike in that particular situation(s) where they had none. Women who enjoy being submissive or in situations where they are submissive doesn’t equate to low self esteem. There’s literally no correlation. These fandoms are huge. There’s no shortage of writers who don’t write dark fics. You’re simply not looking for them because the dark fic community or whatever is relatively small. 1 in 3 women actually have rape fantasies. They’re very common. You just happen to come across those who write about it. Your post wasn’t about curiosity or questions and you know it. It was holier than thou and filled with judgement and your giddiness to look down on something you don’t understand nor have any intentions of understanding. It was filled with stuff you literally just pulled out of your head. No research. No actually reading up on why women fantasize about these things. Nothing. Just pure ignorance and vibes and you have the audacity to be shocked when people took offense to it. As an SA victim myself, I would never tell another how they should cope with their trauma. I could never even fix my mouth to do such a thing bc my experience is not everyone’s and anyone with common sense can understand that
I was very hesitant about replying to you and I wanna start by saying that I really really really don’t want to start the fight again. It wasn’t my intention in a first place, believe me or not. But there are few things that need to be clarify and I wanna take this opportunity to do that since the dust seems to settle on my post. So I’m sorry but it’s going to be long reply, partially to you partially to the people who commented under my OP, if they decide to read it.
Starting from a thing that annoys me the most, I never said anything about how people should cope with their trauma. What I said is that if someone gets turned on by reading about this kind of things, they should work on their self esteem, that is what I said (hold your hate, hide the torches, I’ll elaborate). I never said something on the line “if you find this helpful or healing you should work on your self esteem”. So please don’t twist my words. I know how difficult is dealing with trauma, and I’m not talking about rape trauma per say but trauma in general, so it would never even cross my mind.
Before you get angry, I wasn’t referring to the people who are into kink as general group. I wrote specifically that I “I get that people have different fantasies I do get that (...) I enjoy a bit of kink” - so no, I wasn’t condemning all people who are into all kinds of kink. I never expressed any hate towards people who are into it. Hate, pitchforks and torches came from the other side. Anyway, in my eyes there is a difference between kinky and straight disturbing. There is a difference between being submissive and being raped. People chose to read that as an personal attack on them and it is kinda obvious that I wasn’t referring to them, people who are into kink. You, they (I don’t know how to phrase this) you know how it works, what is a part of fantasy etc. something I personally know very little about because I’m not into it. Buuuuut, there are people out there who, like me, come across this type of content and upon discovering it are being shocked and horrified. And I’m sorry, you are aware that it’s coming from someone “outside of circle”, but I read some things which were truly horrifying. And again, I’m not referring to all of the kinky stuff, in my OP I was specifically referring to rape, degradation, breeding kink, non-con, forced pregnancy, very extreme things. I read through some truly horrifying things, rapes so violent that it makes Irreversible a rom-com. And comments under this kind of fiction weren’t about healing and helping but were indications of getting turned on, rounds of applause and appreciation for the author. And I’m sorry but for a life of my I don’t see how this might be helpful for an author or a reader who is a rape victim especially since the outcome of the rape rarely tackled. There is no aftermath, no repercussions for the abuser, no consequences for the abuser, nothing, just a plain violent act of rape. And yes, for someone who is “outside of the circle” it can look like normalization and erotization of a rape. But you know, it is an opinion if an ignorant.
Continuing, I’m sure you are aware that content can be read by people from “outside of circle” (and yes I will keep using that phrase from lack of better one). And believe it or not I wasn’t searching for it. Searching tag Steve Rogers x reader gave my only this type of fics for pages upon pages. Like I said before, perhaps Tumblr should work on their search engine. Going back to people “outside of the circle”, some will shake it off and move on, some will stay and maybe get into it more, and some well might take it on face value, in a very wrong way. Because you won’t convince me that art does not have impact on a real life, it does, it always did. And yes you are right, this is coming from my head, those are feelings and thoughts of a common folk. I’m sure you must be aware of potential danger of this kind of, let’s say themes, for someone who is “outside of the circle”. Let’s stretch our imagination for a sec: young girl come across this. She’s innocent, just discovering her sexuality, curiosity is the thing. And let’s be honest, forbidden fruit always tastes the best so of course she will ignore warnings. Around the same time she starts dating a guy, he’s not a very nice guy. They’re getting together and she’s not ready but we’ll he’s more than needing. So she thinks about all the things she read and maybe starts thinking that guys are into this, she doesn’t have much experience. So instead of running she becomes another rape victim. Or let’s look at this from the other perspective, a guys come across this kind of fiction and starts thinking that, hmm, maybe girls are into it. And next time he won’t take no for an answer, he will take this as an encouragement. Yeah, that is a possibility. And I don’t know how can I stress this enough, but it is only one of possible scenarios. That truly doesn’t mean that I’m hating or, damn this is ridiculous, kink-shaming people who are into kink. I’m simply presenting a scenario. Scenario from the point of view of a common folk, someone “outside of the circle”. And yes, yes, I read in the comments counter argument about violent games etc but we are not talking about this, and in my opinion it is just invalid argument. No one in their right mind will start killing people after playing a violent game. However sexuality is much more delicate subject, especially since power dynamics between man and a woman were always a difficult subject.
You saying that my post was filled with generalization, and yes you are absolutely right. It wasn’t targeted specifically toward people who are into kink, who am I to judge, I really really don’t give a flying fuck about what people do behind closed doors. It was about the sheer ridiculousness of the world we’re living in. That’s why I brought up subject of equal rights etc. Because we, society, as people, we are jumping from one opposite side of the extreme to another. On one hand women are fighting for equal rights, on the other hand we are taking all the power from women in the fiction, on one hand we are talking about toxic masculinity on the other we write about rape, on one hand women in some countries are fight for right to their bodies, on the other we are writing about forced impregnation. And I know, I know, one is a fiction an the other is a real life, it’s not for everyone, and so on. I get that. I’m painting a picture here. Picture of society which is swapping one extreme to another. And like I said before, this kind of fiction is being read not only by people who are into kink, but by common people, who know very little about it. And I’m sure you are aware, that common people can see it that way, and for common people rape fantasy is not normal, as in commonly accepted by society.
Anyways, this is longer than I wanted it to be. Like i said at the beginning, I have no intention in starting another fight. I never had intention like that in a first place believe it or not. For years I was a quiet Tumblr user, enjoying content that enjoy in my little part of the internet. You can check out my blog if you don’t believe me. So I won’t shit into your nest anymore, I’m going to crawl back to my little hole from which I crawled out. Enjoying content as I was before. And yes, I discovered filtering ;)
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FFT: second one to know, adam page
Notes:
This is another fake fic title ask sent to me by @adampage on my old writing blog (which is now my main) It’s part 1 of a 2 part thing, so the second part will be posted right after this.
Summary:
Giselle and Adam are best friends. Also helplessly, hopelessly in love with each other. Giselle gets dumped by a shitty boyfriend and is left without a date to go home for the holidays. Enter Adam.
Pairing:
Adam Page x OFC, Giselle
Warnings:
Uhh, none.
“Now princess, don’t get upset. I told you from the beginning when you asked me to… Do that.. That I might not be able.” Sean stared her down and took a few deep breaths. Just the prospect of her getting upset and making a scene and making him look like the bad guy.. When he saw her tearing up, he grumbled. “Don’t make a scene. We’re in public for God’s sake, have some class.”
Giselle stared up at him, a hand in her hair as she took a few long and deep breaths. When he told her to have some class, she gave a hollow laugh because suddenly, it hit her.. He was just saying that work was the reason he couldn’t make the trip to meet her family. In reality, he felt like he was better than her family. Better than her.
Suddenly everything he’d said to her became clear as crystal and she realized she was essentially nothing more than a plaything to him. She was a rung on the ladder of his career. Having her on his arm drew him attention, gave the illusion that he had his shit together and he was what a successful company needed.
“Have some class, hmm?”
“Giselle, don’t start. I don’t have the time or the patience for one of your tantrums. Now I’ve said I’m sorry. And you need to accept that. In relationships, we compromise.”
… no, I give and give and give and forgive and you do NOTHING… the thought as it hit her prompted her to finally say something.
“I don’t accept it. And what we have isn’t a relationship, Sean, c’mon..”
“It is?” Sean eyed her, a brow raised and an irate look on his face as her voice raised just a hint. Giselle stepped closer and she snatched at the necklace around her neck. “Go find yourself a new fucking toy to play with.”
She turned to walk away, intent on finding her friends or finding a quiet place and calling her mom to explain what happened -and hear her mother say those dreaded words, and as she did, he gave an amused chuckle. “Are you really breaking up with me right now?”
She tilted her head slightly and pretended to think it over. “Yeah. Actually you holier than thou piece of shit, yeah I am.”
“Just know that I set the bar. You’re never going to find anyone who can bring what I do to the table.” Sean called out after her but she continued to walk, shoving through the crowd as she focused on keeping herself reasonably together until she could find a quiet and private area to fall apart in.
She felt drained and yet, somehow as if a huge weight had been lifted off her. She wasn’t dreading his excuses or lies anymore. She wasn’t having to listen to his little casual remarks about her or her upbringing or her job or anything he liked to nit pick about.
“How the hell was I so stupid?” she wondered aloud, shaking her head sadly as she sank into a seat. She bought her knees to her chin, listening to her flight boarding and yet not rushing to it immediately.
… I’ll get a later flight, it’s not like I don’t know what they’re all gonna say when I show up without Sean anyway… they all told me he acted like he was too good for me…
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Hangman tensed as he watched the whole thing go down. He stood there a second or two, torn between going after her and going after her now ex boyfriend and throttling the guy.
“Don’t waste your time on him, buddy.” Kenny spoke up, nodding in the direction Giselle disappeared to instead.
“Yeah, go find Giselle, she looked really upset and they’re calling her flight now.”
Adam took off after his best friend rather than go pull her ex out of line for his flight and beating the guy senseless. He found her sitting in a lesser crowded waiting area, staring out the window and for a second or two, he worked on calming himself down.
… if she were with me that would never have happened… I’d never do that…
… well, man, here’s your shot… you gonna shoot it or stand here and think about shootin it all night…. That last thought spurred him forward and he made his way over to where she sat.
After a few seconds of just sitting there, he put his arm around the back of her chair, resisting the urge to comment on how soft the jet black curls were as they brushed his arm.
He cleared his throat, trying to think of just the right thing to say at the moment. She shifted to lean against him and wiped at her eyes, laughing and shaking her head. “I can’t believe I ever thought that guy was the one.”
Adam shrugged and muttered something about the way love makes people crazy sometimes because he couldn’t think of anything else to say that wasn’t the truth.
“Yeah well there’s crazy and there’s plain stupid, Hangman and I’m afraid that right now, I fall into that second category.”
“C’mon, hon, don’t say that. I happen to think you’re pretty damn great.” Adam leaned in, wiping at her eyes with his thumb. He noticed that the flight she was supposed to be getting on was already departing and he swore, quietly.
“It’s okay. I’ll just.. Take a day to pull myself together.” Giselle shrugged as if it were nothing, and Adam nodded.
“At least call your family. Tell ‘em.”
“Don’t remind me.” Giselle gave a weak laugh as she took a few deep breaths and then stood. “C’mon. I’ll walk you guys to your flights.”
“We’ll walk them.”
Giselle eyed Adam and he stared right back at her. “I am not gettin on a flight and leavin you here alone.”
She bit her lip, starting to protest, but Adam plugged his ears. “I’ll stay until you get a flight. We can get a hotel room and have a sleepover or somethin’.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m gonna warn you now. I’m probably not going to be much company.”
Adam chuckled and gave her that grin of his as he shook his head. “I’ll keep ya entertained. Promise.”
Somehow, Giselle didn’t doubt it, but she still felt guilty, making him delay his own plans to return home. “You don’t… have to do this.” she tried again to protest, to talk him out of staying behind just because she was. But Adam wasn’t hearing it, pressing a finger into her lips and cutting her off mid sentence. They wandered over to where Cody and Brandi stood talking to Kenny and the Bucks, saying their last goodbyes before their flights departed.
Kenny flashed a knowing grin as he set sights on them. “Finally.” he mouthed as Hangman gave him a warning look and mouthed back, “Not right away, damn.”
Adam slipped his arm around her and despite herself, she leaned against his side, staring up at him. It didn’t surprise her at all he was doing this. Adam was just that kind of man.
“They’re calling our flights. See you around, Page.” Matt and Nick gave their friend a hug and Kenny eyed Giselle and Adam. “Don’t both of you have flights?”
“We’re catchin a later one.” Adam answered as Kenny chuckled and nodded, stepping up to hug Adam and using the hug to whisper to his friend, “ If you keep waiting on the perfect time, you’re gonna miss out, buddy.”
Adam nodded and then turned his attention to Giselle as their friends boarded their flights. Clearing his throat, he nodded to the parking lot. “If we want a hotel room, we might wanna leave now.”
“Yeah, true. I just hope we can find one.”
Her cell phone rang and she eyed her mom’s number, finally sighing and muttering “Best to just get this over with.” as she stepped away, answering her mom’s video call.
“Darlin? Why are you still in the airport, hm?”
Giselle honestly meant to answer her mother, but before she could, her mother was swearing under her breath and then sighing. And naturally, her mom went there.
“That guy of yours blew ya off. See, this is…” her mother started to say it but Giselle spoke up calmly, “Yeah, look. I missed my flight fighting with him and breaking it off between us, so if you’re about to say I told you so, get it over with because I am so exhausted, Mama.”
“Where are ya? You’re not alone, right? Because you don’t make the best decisions…”
“I’m with Adam right now. He missed his flight too, so we’re going to catch the first ones out in the morning I guess. What the hell do you mean I don’t make the best decisions? Nevermind, mama, don’t answer that. I… I’ve gotta go. I don’t want to argue with anyone else tonight, especially not a literal brick wall.”
She hung up and Adam chuckled quietly from behind her as he dragged his hands through his hair and eyed her in concern. “You okay, Ele?”
“My mama being herself, of course.”
“Yikes. Let me guess, they adored that jerk?”
“Oh, no, she hated him. Hindsight being what it is, I can’t hold that against her, but you know how she is… Treating me like a child no matter what I do. It’s a mess.. Can we just.. Go now? Please?”
Adam nodded, picking up her bag as he slung his across his shoulder and Giselle went to take the bag from him. He shook his head. Their hands brushed and Giselle stared up at him, biting her lip and staying totally silent for a few seconds.
“What’d she say that got you all wound up, hon?” Adam asked as they walked out of the airport and towards the rental car that luckily, she hadn’t returned earlier. Giselle sighed and looked up at him, giving a sheepish laugh. “She’s right, I mean.. I don’t make the best decisions.”
Adam stopped them in the doorway of the airport and looked down at her, shaking his head. “She’s not right. You just thought ya loved the guy. There’s nothin wrong with that.”
“I think she was referring to all my other so called mistakes. She gets like this when my sister comes home with all the grandbabies, starts trying to meddle in my life because it’s not EXACTLY what she wants it to be.” Giselle sighed and shivered in the cold. Adam held out his jacket and she eyed him. “It’s freezing out here, are you insane? You need that. I’m fine, the car’s not far.”
“Take it, woman. Stop being so damn stubborn!” Adam chuckled, holding the jacket out again. This time Giselle took it, snuggling down into it, letting the smell of her best friend fill her nose because he always smelled so good and it always made her feel better somehow. She pressed into his side and peered up at his phone as he muttered, “There’s a hotel not even a block away. We’ll try there. You eat anything tonight? I’m starvin.”
Giselle’s stomach growled almost on cue and she shook her head sheepishly. Adam eyed her and she admitted with a shrug, “I was running behind. I thought I could just grab something when they came around on the plane.. Then get actual food when I found a hotel on my all night layover.”
“Woman, what the hell? Look, we’re goin to find an Applebee’s or somethin.” Adam chuckled, shaking his head at her as he put his arm back around her and they walked towards the yellow Challenger she’d been so excited about snagging when they all rented cars earlier in the week. Giselle put the keys into his hand and Adam unlocked the car, opening her door. As she went to lower herself into her seat, they brushed against one another and Giselle found herself just… Sort of staring at him.
She took a deep breath. It was that feeling she seemed to get a lot lately around him. The one she couldn’t quite pin down. The one that had her tingly all over.
Adam caught her gaze, fingers tucked beneath her chin to make her look at him. “Hey… it’s gonna be okay, darlin. What you did was the right thing.”
“I know. Honestly? It doesn’t really hurt. I’m… More disappointed in myself than anything. Like… how did I not see that about the guy?” Giselle shook her head and sighed, taking a few long breaths as Adam pulled the car out into traffic. They were pulling into the parking lot of an Applebee’s near the airport and he snickered quietly, realizing that she’d just really started to doze off. Reaching out, he tapped her shoulder and cleared his throat as he leaned in.
“Hey.. we’re here, Ele.”
Giselle sat up, rubbing at her eyes and stretching. Adam was getting out and walking around, opening her door for her and again, as she got out, she wound up standing close to him, the jacket he’d given her to wear beyond big enough to swim in. Adam laughed when he caught her staring up at him, making the joke that he had to have something in his nose and she shook her head, choosing to stay quiet.
“We goin inside, or?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Adam couldn’t help but ask again and Giselle shrugged, but gave a half smile. “I don’t honestly know right now but I think.. Maybe.”
Truth be told, she just felt relieved to an extent. It hurt, but at the same time, it didn’t. Then again, she reminded herself, this is just the night you finally had enough. There’s no telling how you’ll feel about this in the morning.. When it actually sinks in.
She tried not to think about it. Just like she fully intended to continue doing. She didn’t want to think about any of it, from how stupid she’d been to choose a guy like Sean to begin with, to just how blind she’d let herself become while she’d been with him, to how more than likely everyone -from her family to her co workers, could see right through him.
Adam nodded, staring at her intently while also trying not to do it. “That’s good, darlin. I mean it, you’re gonna be okay. You’ll see.”
“You say that like you don’t know what a mess I am.” Giselle hugged against him for warmth and Adam tensed slightly, arms tightening around her. His nose lingered in her hair and he took a few deep breaths. “You’re not a mess.”
“I kind of am.” Giselle argued. Adam shook his head at her no and she sighed. “Fine. I’m starving. Let’s just go in and get food.” it was her way of changing the subject because suddenly she was picking up on this heavy lingering tension and realizing that tonight was not the first time it had been present.
That it seemed to hang heavily in the air whenever she was around Adam.
Something Riho said earlier in the month, when they’d all gone out for Halloween, it came rushing back to her.
.. no, that’s not it… i mean, i am attracted to him but like… that’s all it is, it has to be, I’d know if it were more than that, right?… she thought to herself as they found a back booth and scanned the menu.
XXX
“ I will… Never try to eat that much again, fuck.” Giselle groaned as they stepped into the hotel room they’d just gotten. Adam’s lack of a laugh at her comment and the way she went about being overdramatic about it immediately drew her attention to what he was currently fixated on.
The room they’d been given only had one bed.
Giselle’s mouth opened and closed and before she could stop it, that feeling was back, fluttering through her insides, making her heart race a little. She dragged her fingers through her snow dampened hair and opened her mouth to say something but Adam had apparently been thinking the same because he blurted out with a shrug, “You take it, darlin. I’ll be fine, I’ve slept on worse than that couch thing.” he nodded to a loveseat that despite it’s upscale design, looked about as comfortable as a boulder.
Giselle started to shake her head, but Adam was grabbing a pillow and stopping in front of her, a hand lingering close to her hip as he stared down at her. “It’s fine. Take the bed.”
She didn’t argue - it wouldn’t have done a lot of good, Adam was a stubborn guy, she knew it from experience as his best friend, and she flopped onto the bed, letting out a long and slow breath.
“Are you sure? I mean..”
“Darlin, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” Adam reassured her, even as he sank down and grunted because the little two person sofa gave… Nothing at all. The so called cushions felt like brick covered in black pleather.
And given the fight he’d been in earlier at the arena, it wasn’t the best feeling.
Giselle tried to settle into the giant King sized bed after wiggling out of her clothing, but watching him toss and turn and try to get at least a little comfort left her feeling guilty because what the sofa lacked in the way of comfort?
The bed was like a cloud covered in pale blue sheets.
After turning out the lights, she tried to go to sleep and she just… Couldn’t. Everything from the day so far was rushing through her mind only to fleet just as she’d try to grasp one solid thing, one tangible thought.
Until the most unexpected one of all crept in..
… You’re both adults and Adam is not comfortable over there… Sharing the bed… Nothing has to happen and you do feel really comfortable with Adam…
This was the one solid thought she grasped onto and as if she were on autopilot, it’s the thought that had her sitting up in bed and reaching for the switch to the lights. Adam grunted, shielding baby blue eyes from the harsh flourescent overhead lights because he’d been just about to finally fall asleep.
“Everything okay over there, Ele?” he called out.
The tone of his voice half asleep had her gasping quietly. She sat there a second or two, trailing her fingers lazily over the thin blanket on the bed. “No. It’s not. I…”
“Yeah?” Adam was on his feet and making his way across the room to her, sitting just at the edge of the bed, his back to her.
His eyes met hers and she swallowed hard, nodding to the bed. “We’re adults and watching you over there barely fitting onto that fabric covered boulder.. I’d just feel better if you slept on the bed too? Please?”
Adam eyed her. Everything inside him insisted that he should protest -especially given the way he felt about her and what she’d gone through earlier, but one look into those eyes of hers had him nodding. “Okay, fine.”
She smiled and patted the empty side of the bed and Adam pulled back the sheets getting in and getting as comfortable as he possibly could, all things considered. He tensed a little when she slipped her leg between his, an arm going over him as she cozied right up to him from behind.
“Adam?”
“Y-yeah, hon?” he stammered out, taking a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to roll over and just kiss her already, no matter how shitty the timing might be for it at the moment.
“Thank you for being there. Thank you for being my best friend.”
… Darlin if you knew just how much I wanted to be so much more than that… The thought came and Adam tried to push it to the back of his mind. After a few seconds, he answered quietly, “You deserved better anyway. As far as tonight, and bein your friend.. I want to because you’re an amazing person. You don’t have to thank me.”
“ I know,” she yawned, her cheek nuzzling right against his bare upper back as she moved even closer, “but I wanted to. Because I.. You don’t know how much it means to me. How much you kinda mean to me, Hangman.”
“Night, darlin.”
“Night, big guy.”
XXX
Adam woke up to the sun streaming in the windows and to discover that during the night, he’d rolled onto his back. And that apparently, Giselle draped herself across his body. He took a deep breath and watched her sleeping for a few seconds. He carefully reached out for his cell phone on the nightstand and when he caught sight of the fact that the sun was so bright for a very good reason, he sat up, rubbing his hand through his hair.
On the one hand, she was sleeping so well.. As upset as she’d been the night before, he’d honestly been afraid that she’d have a rough night full of tossing and turning.. On the other hand, they both had flights to get on.
… or A FLIGHT.. Because it’s not like you have anything in particular to go… the thought snuck in before he could stop it, and he shook his head at himself.
He leaned down and gently shook her awake. “Hey, Ele? We have exactly ten minutes to get dressed and get over to the airport for check in.”
Giselle shot up in bed, biting her lip as doing so as fast as she had led to the sheet wrapped around her upper body very nearly falling down. She blushed a little and Adam turned his head.
After grabbing the shirt she’d taken off at some point during the night and tugging it down, she tapped his shoulder and yawned. “I was sleepin so good. Parts of me are really dreadin this whole goin home thing..”
“Yeah?”
“Well.. I know how my mama is.”
She fidgeted and Adam felt his breath literally catching hold in his throat, found himself hoping despite it all that she was about to hint at what he felt like she might be.
Giselle took a deep breath and caught his gaze. “ I don’t.. Nevermind, it’s dumb.”
“No, no.” Adam tilted her chin, making her meet his gaze.
“You’ve probably got plans and the last thing you wanna spend Christmas doing is hangin out with me..”
… you couldn’t be more wrong if you tried… he thought to himself as he chuckled and eyed her, a teasing hint to his voice, “Ele, are you tryin to ask me somethin?”
“I was, yeah.. But it’s dumb. I mean you’ve already done this..” Giselle gestured to the room they’d spent the night in and she took a deep breath. “It’s just I… When you’re around, I feel better.”
… and maybe I just want to… i don’t know, give myself the chance I’ve been too afraid to take before and get to know you better…. She realized she’d gone silent and she added quickly, “We don’t have to tell them we’re dating or anything, I promise..”
Adam chuckled, staring at his hands as he pulled himself together. What she was asking was… a huge deal for him. And there was something a little different about her this morning, in the way she kept looking at him, and all the little touches.
She leaned against him and sighed. “Sorry.” - followed by an awkward but cute laugh. Adam chuckled and turned to the side so that he held her gaze. “You don’t have to be sorry. Yeah. I’ll come back with you.”
“Wait, huh? R-really?” it caught her off guard and she bit her lip, catching his gaze, feeling relieved when she saw that smile of his.
“That bein said, darlin.. We’re kinda down to 8 minutes.”
“Shit.. But I don’t wanna get out of this bed.” Giselle pretended to whine, pouting even as she looked up at him as he stood. She turned away quickly when she realized just how little happened to be covering his body.
Her cheeks heated in a blush and despite looking away, she may have peeked through her fingers, sucking in a sharp breath.
“It did feel really comfortable.” Adam sighed and gazed at the bed -and her, as he grabbed his discarded jeans and tee shirt. He’d just finished dressing when she slipped out from between the sheets, grabbing her own jeans, tugging them up her legs. It called entirely too much attention and Adam had to turn around completely.
Even that did no good because the mirror over the dresser gave him a view. He coughed and called out, “About done, Ele?”
Giselle tapped his shoulder and waved up at him, nodding to the door. “Yeah. We should get going now.”
“We should.”
In her hurry to get dressed, she’d grabbed one of the tee shirts he had out the night before. He chuckled and she looked down, palming at her face and quietly groaning before giving a mumbled “Fuck it. I have zero time to change. And it’s comfy.”
“Looks cute on ya too.” - it came out before Adam could stop it, making her blush all over again. They stood there, migrating closer and closer for a few seconds until finally, Giselle grabbed for her backpack.
“ You can’t say I didn’t warn you in advance. My family is a little.. Out there.” she told him with an amused laugh as Adam smiled back at her and held the door open for her, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
#adam hangman page fanfiction#adam hangman page fanfic#adam hangman page fic#adam hangman page oneshot#adam hangman page imagine#// part 1 of 2.
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the use of liberalism to attract my liberal ass
holla out to all my liberal ladies out ttttthhhhhheeeeerrrrreeeee!
can I hear you say “don’t reel me in with your socially conscious views to get laid”
yeaaahhhhhhh!!
so I went out on a date on Sunday, in fact I actually went out on TWO dates on Sunday but the second one is going to be a different post. this story is kind of funnier anyway so you’ll enjoy it, I promise.
I was feeling pretty damn confident: two dates in one day, living my 20s, bein’ a cool, single lady. For the first date, we were going to meet at a hip coffee shop in a trendy part of town. It was a bit of a drive for me but I didn’t mind because he had been very funny and charming, making clever jokes and complimenting me through message. He also seemed like he had some pretty solid perspectives on feminism and the patriarchy (often referring to himself as a “straight white dude” in a self-aware way). In retrospect, a very dumb thing to be THE thing to be sticking out as attractive but alas, this is why i’m writing this so just stay with me girlfriend, we will GET THERE.
One thing I want everyone to remember about this is that we are meeting in the morning (11am) and we are in a coffee shop. Very important details. Continuing on...
I always get to dates early from tinder/bumble/hinge because I hate the idea of having to be the person who recognizes someone from their picture, second guess myself, feel awkward in the space. A long explanation to essentially say, I get there, get settled, order my drink etc. so I don’t have to be an anxious wreck.
He walks in.
He waves and stands in line for coffee.
He’s cute! I message all my friends in our group chat, almost a live tweet if you will.
“He’s so cute!!!”
“OMG GIRL GET IT” or something like that from all my friends who see it.
Okay, good boost of confidence. Put my phone down, he sits down with his coffee.
We got along GREAT. I brought up I had started watching season 3 of queer eye and we chatted about it for probably a good 20 minutes. We agreed season 3 has a bit of a more “manufactured” way to it than the previous seasons. We talk about loving the episode with the black lesbian.
We talked about film, and very niche film at that! I was super impressed at his knowledge. We talked about his cool job that allows him to travel and camp all over the world. He’s an educated, intelligent guy.
Then, we talked about housing, how expensive it is, la la la, oh he lives near by? do I want to go check out his place?
He made it clear he wasn’t “trying to make a move or anything”, he insisted he just has an awesome place and wanted to show it off. He did have cheap rent, I was curious.
Now I know what you’re thinking. You idiot. I know. But in my defence I wasn’t going in totally oblivious, I knew the situation could evolve but I sort of believed him that it wasn’t a move because he seemed so LIBERAL and would not POSSIBLY ***LIE*** to another liberal! Liberal codeeee bro!
Anyway, it was a lie.
We were sitting on his couch, apart but facing each other, he brewed me bengal spice tea, we chatted about music, he put on his record player (damn, he’s a good little hipster boy). Very friendly conversation.
Suddenly, he was closer, he was footsie-ing me, his hand was on my thigh, it was moving up my thigh... WHOA WHOA WHOA... I moved back. I laughed, uncomfortably. He said “Oh, sorry! I don’t have to... ah..”
I cut him off- “it’s okay! I’m sorry”(dammit why do women always appologize for men’s stupid actions)
he sort of took that as an invitation to keep going. and to be honest, I did want to kiss him so I leaned in. It was enjoyable at first! Although he did have a slobbery kiss which is just too much on a Sunday morning.
but then it kept going farther and farther. I realized his intention was not a cute make out sesh.
suddenly his hand was in my bra some how and I was at his mercy on his couch. I stopped, and I forced him to eat some honesty pie:
“if we go farther, will you ever call me again?”
he backed off: “honestly, you’re cute and I will probably call you once or twice but with the lay of my life, I can’t be committed to anyone”
“uh huhhhh”
He says, “I guess we should just call it right now then”
“yep”
I leave his okay-looking bachelor apartment and we go our separate ways.
Here’s what I think. I know i’ve painted him in a pretty bad light at this point, but I don’t think this guy is a bad human being, rather, radically unaware of his own privilege as much as he pretends to be a cool, liberal guy.
Here’s what bothered me the most about this:
1. on my profile on hinge, I clearly have “looking for... Relationship” he just ignored that...
2. he invited me to get COFFEE in the MORNING on a SUNDAY(god’s day...)
He reeled me in with his liberalism to get me to sleep with him.
I think the moral of this story is, never go over to a boy’s house on the first date (I broke this rule twice in one day, read next post for more details) and also to remember that someone’s political introspection does not make them holier than thou or even interesting! This was a dude who proved himself to be unkind, rude and a liar, all in one fell swoop. Not really who i’d want to date anyway.
All in all, I wasted about two hours of my time and had to deal with excessive slobber for a good 15 minutes. (god I hate bad kissers) .
It’s a story for the ages.
I’m going to end the post here because it’s getting too long and it actually relates to date number TWO and I will elaborate more on political views and dating in a more meaningful way (but still with dumb jokes, don’t worry).
END OF PART ONE... PART TWO COMING SOON!
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Loving You To Death (Sequel)
Word Count: 9k
Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Author’s Note: This is the sequel to the Free The Animal one-shot.
You feel a strong sense of deja vu as you stand at yet another party watching the black haired asshole groping a girl that is sitting on his lap.
There were slight differences between the two times. This girl is a brunette, they're sitting down, you're alone... but the biggest difference of all is that you know, this time, that Jungkook wouldn't be on your bed later this evening, waiting for you to finish your shower so he can jump on you.
Fuck, you needed another drink.
You stumble to the kitchen, finding yourself a bottle of some unknown drink and attempting to fill up your cup with it, spilling out more on the table than what you actually got into the cup, and realizing just how drunk you already are.
"Here, let me." A deep voice says and you nearly drop the entire thing on the floor, but a hand quickly grabs it before it slips from your grasp.
Your cup gets filled and handed back to you. You scrutinize your surprise companion, taking some time to place his face, but when you do, your face turns beet red in embarrassment and indignation. It was that dude from the movie night, Taehyung.
"I see what you're trying to do and you can forget about it, buddy." You push at his shoulder, or at least you attempt to before getting distracted by the little show of skin covering his collarbone from the force of your punch that had slightly pushed his loose tshirt down his shoulder.
You're snapped out of your daze by the sound of him clearing his throat and you quickly withdraw your hand that had somehow escaped your control and was caressing his pretty, tan skin. "And what is that exactly?"
"You've heard about me and Jungkook breaking up or whatever the fuck you wanna call it and now you're looking to get an easy lay from the college slut, but hell no!" You screech out the last word, making Taehyung covers his ears with a wince.
"I'm not who you think I am and I certainly won't be fucking you." You had intended your tone to be strict and final but towards the end of your sentence, your traitorous eyes zero in on his exposed shoulder again and your hand automatically return to it, "I won't be fucking sexy...gorgeous...panty-dropping...you."
Taehyung gently grabs your hand, putting it by your side then moving a hand to your face and swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. Fuck it, would it really be so bad to give in to him? Sure, one-night stands weren't your thing but you were so fucking horny now that there was no Jungkook to tend to your needs, and you were going to melt into a puddle of your own arousal if Taehyung keeps staring at your lips that way... but then he speaks and you're jolted back to your senses. "You've got a little bit of drool right there."
You jump away from him, mortified and wiping at your mouth furiously. Taehyung watches you with amusement which only embarrasses you further.
"I'm not trying to fuck you, ___. At least not right away." He gives you a wink and you wish for nothing more than for an engine to detach from a jet plane flying overhead and fall on you, crushing your body to a pulp. "I actually wanted to ask you out on a date first."
You become irrationally defensive again, even though your mind begs you to shut up, your emotions, coupled with the judgment-impairing effect of the alcohol, crash through any rational thoughts with their tidal waves. "Oh, so you can take me to a movie theater and get me to make myself cum on your thighs? You can drop the holier than thou attitude now. I can read you like a piece of paper." You point at your eyes then at his, so proud of having "exposed" him.
He gives you an unimpressed look, clearly fed up with your intoxicated logic. "I want to take you out on a normal date. To get some coffee or take a walk around the city or, hell, go to a puppy cafe. You said you were into that when all of us last went out and you were trying to drop, pretty heavy if I say so myself, hints to that oblivious idiot."
"Ok first off, I don't know if I should be impressed or creeped out that you remembered that even though it happened months ago but nice dude." You give him two thumbs up before continuing, "News flash, I wasn't dropping the 'oblivious idiot' any hints. I would never go out on a date with him, anyway."
"You weren't? Well, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm sure staring at someone with stars in your eyes and clutching onto their shirt as if they're the only thing anchoring you to this world while you talk all about your dream date can both be interpreted as a sign of love-sickness as well as utter loathing."
You pout at him, too drunk and tired to argue with his very flawed logic. If you were sober you would have surely taken his argument apart. Surely.
"Don't look at me with those puppy eyes if you don't want me to kiss you." Taehyung groans and you look at him even more confused, the alcohol hindering your understanding to a disabling level.
Taehyung covers his eyes in distress and explains. "Look I really like you. You caught my eyes when we went out and I was going to ask you out then but that thing with the thigh riding happened and I backed off."
Now it was your turn to groan and cover your face. "I'm not looking for just sex. I mean, sex is great and I'm sure asking you out at a party doesn't exactly make me look like someone with the best intentions but..."
You peak through your fingers to look at him, but you can't read him when your vision is so damn hindered right now. You let your hands fall to your sides and you sigh. "I'm flattered, really. I mean look at you. You're so perfect I get uncomfortable looking straight at you. I can't deny that I noticed you too the first time we met and I would be really, painfully stupid to turn you down..." You trail off, not capable of saying it. Your mind protesting against you with all its might.
"But you will anyway." He completes your thought for you and you nod sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. But can I at least know why?" He asks then immediately senses that you are going to protest to his question so he hastens to say, "You claim that I'm perfect so why would you turn me down? Unless you were just lying to me to spare my feelings."
He looks down in utter defeat and you tell him all he wants to know just so you wouldn't die from the guilt at being the source of the unhappiness of such an angelic creature.
"I love someone else." You admit, surprising even yourself, but contrary to you, Taehyung doesn't look the least bit surprised. He looks up at you with a smirk and says, "That's alright. I love someone else too."
"What do you mean?" You cock your head to the side. What was happening?
"I wasn't really hitting on you. I was only pretending to so you would admit that you love him." He states simply as if that explains anything.
Your mind was reeling, "You were pretending? Him? Who's him? I mean yeah Tom Hiddleston is a total knockout but don't you think it's a little--"
"Oh my god, Hwasa was right about you. You're completely hopeless."
"You know Hwasa? How--"
He cuts you off yet again, "Jungkook is him. You're in love with Jungkook."
"Ok first off, if you interrupt me again I will punch you in the balls. Second off, What?!" You yell louder than was probably necessary but you can't judge anything accurately when you were so piss drunk. "Why do people keep saying that? I don't feel anything towards that asshole. He's nothing to me. We're over and I would really appreciate you never bringing him up again." You shriek then add for extra emphasis," Ever. Never ever. Never times infinity, No--"
In your zeal to get your point across, most of your drink falls from the cup you were swinging in your hand and splashes all over
Taehyung's clothes. You look dumbly from the drenched boy to your cup that miraculously still held some liquor inside it. You shrug and drink it all in one gulp.
"Well, that's the end of my night." Taehyung sighs, no doubt regretting ever approaching you.
"Bye-bye." You wave, already moving on to refill your drink but a hand stops you. You're ready to yell at whoever it belongs to when you come face to face with Taehyung again. "Oh, it's you."
"You're coming with me." He says matter of fact and starts pulling you along.
"Are you crazy? I'm not going with you. What if you're a serial killer? What if you're the zodiac." You gasp.
"I'm not the Zodiac killer, and I'm taking you home because your brain is clearly malfunctioning right now and I can't leave a friend of Hwasa's behind like that. No, scratch that. I can't leave anyone behind like that."
You weren't seeing common sense at the moment and you continue to fight against his pull, somehow already and fully convinced by your accusation. In truth, you must not have put up that hard of a fight but Taehyung stops along the way anyway, probably because you were screaming too loudly about your conspiracy theory.
"I'm not the Zodiac killer." He says patiently. "Tell her I'm not. I'm trying to get her home before she does anything stupid."
He addresses someone that turns out to be Hwasa. She looks fucked out. Her hair is a mess and there are hickeys all over her neck. You point a finger at her and giggle childishly, "Someone is getting laid tonight."
A light flush dusts her cheeks and she looks towards Taehyung who is wearing a blank look on his face. What the hell? What on earth could make Hwasa flustered? "He's not going to kill you, ___. Taehyung is a friend of mine." She grits her teeth as she says that, "He'll take care of you."
Her words appease you. You were getting too sleepy to protest anyway and the weird tension between Taehyung and Hwasa was giving you a headache. At this point, you didn't care much if he was a serial killer or not. Just as long as he killed you in your sleep.
You were almost to his car when you're intercepted by someone. A black haired, doe eyed someone.
"I see how it is. You see me flirting with someone so you decide to go home with him to get back at me. But I'm here to tell you that I don't care. This means nothing to me." Jungkook shouts, equally as drunk as you.
"She may be going home with me but we're not going to have sex. She not as petty as some people." Taehyung answers for you and you feel overwhelmingly thankful to him. You didn't have the energy to argue with Jungkook right now. "And obviously you do care, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here like a tool, yelling at your drunken ex."
You stand on your tippy toes and whisper a thank you in his ear, but your dexterity was taking some time off right now so you end up pushing your lips against his ears which makes Jungkook's eyes go up in a blaze.
"Who are you, her fucking lawyer? Shut up." Jungkook sneers and Taehyung wonders how he got himself stuck between these two children.
"You think you're better than me, huh?" He directs his words at you. "You're the pure princess and I'm the bastard who buries himself in pussy to get over you? Well fuck you, you don't get to judge me when you're the one who left me." Jungkook flips you the bird and adds just before storming off, "Not that I care anyway."
"Such a drama queen." You slur, and Taehyung laughs out loud.
You had been awake for a long enough time to have remembered everything from the night before and decided that you would just live out the rest of your days locked up in this room. As far as a guy's room goes, this wasn't the worst one to die in.
Your decision gets challenged bit by bit when you hear a stirring in the living room and, a while later, the delicious smell of eggs and coffee starts drifting down to you. By the time Taehyung comes into the room with a tray full of food, your empty and grumbling stomach had already taken control of your body and launched you at the food.
Taehyung laughs at your eagerness, "You like it? I'm not the best cook, I know."
"Shut up, it's so good." You moan and he laughs again, pleased with himself.
Silence falls over you as you both eat and you try to think of a way to run out of here as soon as you're done. But Taehyung has other plans.
"It doesn't have to last forever, you know. It could be the start of something huge or it can go down in flames, but you don't have to kill it before it even starts." He speaks softly and casually, clearly alluding to a relationship with Jungkook.
Your glare loses a bit of its intensity due to the fact that you have your mouth clamped around a piece of toast. He just shakes his head at you, smiling, so you bite off a piece and chew it, swallowing it down before you make another attempt. "Can we not talk about this, like ever?"
"Never to infinity?" He teases and you groan.
"Oh god, how much do I have to pay you to get your memory of last night erased?"
"Not enough, love, not enough." He laughs. "But I'm serious. You should give it a try."
"You're walking on thin ice here, buddy. I didn't forget the way you so blatantly lied to me yesterday and let me drool all over you." You snap. "Is there anything more embarrassing?"
"I don't know but I think Jungkook's impressive display of self-destruction is a strong contender."
You snort, happy that he's the one being shit on for a change.
"He obviously has feelings for you and you do too so why not give it a shot? What have you got to lose?"
"My dignity? My pride? Any respect I have left for myself?"
"Jungkook is not that bad." He tries to say but you shoot him a dirty look. "Alright how about this? You're just as bad."
You scoff, extremely offended by his statement. "I'm sorry but who are you?"
"I'm Taehyung, Hi!" He chirps not the least bit affected by your deadly looks. "I'm a close friend of Hwasa's and so naturally I've heard all about you and Jungkook."
"That bitch, I can't believe she's out there telling my secrets to randos."
"I'm not a rando. I'm Taehyung. I'm the most important guy in Hwasa's life." He boasts. That boy's peppy attitude was unbeatable and nauseating.
"If you're so important, why haven't I heard anything about you before, huh?"
KO.
Taehyung looked to be having an existential crisis trying to answer your question. You let him simmer in his own emotions for a little bit before you say, "Maybe you should be focusing on your own shit, bro, before you start dolling out advice to other people."
How did you end up here? You were so adamant about refusing Taehyung's stupid, stupid idea but yet here you are, marching towards Jungkook and his flavor of the week.
They don't stop sucking each other's faces off even when you stop directly in front of them. You clear your throat loudly and finally, Jungkook turns to look at you, not even bothering to separate himself from the girl and letting her continue her kisses down his neck.
"I need to talk to you." You grit your teeth and clench your fists. If you had ever wondered, yes, things were much worse up close.
"I'm busy." He has the audacity to sound bored as he turns back towards the girl and captures her lips in another disgusting kiss as if you standing in front of him and asking to talk to him was expected. As if he knew you would come to him eventually.
You jerk your head towards Hwasa and Taehyung who were seated a short distance away. Hwasa beckons for you to leave Jungkook and come over but Taehyung pushes her to the side and urges you not to give up. Oh, the torture you would inflict upon him when you're done with this. Just you wait, Taehyung.
You clench your fists tighter and say, "I can see that, but it's really important."
This time, Jungkook doesn't even have the decency to acknowledge you and just pretends like he didn't hear you. You pinch his ear between your fingers and pull him off, hissing at the girl and quieting her protests before they even come out of her mouth, and then you're dragging Jungkook away.
When you reach a place that's out of the girl's earshot, you release him and start talking. "Listen carefully because I won't be saying this twice."
"Why should I listen to anything you have to say when you forcefully got me here? I could report you for assault, you know?"
"How much stronger than me do you think you are Jungkook?" You pause but you aren't really expecting a reply. His silence is reply enough. "Exactly. You want to know what I'm here to say."
"Jungkook, I..." You try to get the words out but you immediately lose your courage so you take a deep break and try again. "What I want to say is that I... the thing is...um..."
You felt nauseous as if the words were bad food that needed to get out so you'd feel better, and that's exactly why you dig your nails into your palms and force them out, "I like you."
You open your eyes that you didn't realize you had closed and you see a retort forming on his tongue so you continue because if he stops you, you won't be able to pick up again. "And I know you like me. I know it. And I'm willing to give this a chance. To give us a chance. So I'm swallowing my pride and standing here to ask you out on a date. Friday at Costos. Be there at eight sharp or lose this chance forever."
As soon as you finish your little speech you turn around and quickly walk away, trying to avoid hearing any comment from him. Still, something manages to reach your ears.
"Crazy bitch."
You close your eyes and walk faster.
Hwasa had freaked when she heard the details of what happened, hitting Taehyung on the head hard enough for him to lose a few IQ points, though in your opinion his brain didn't have much to begin with if it was the one that came up with this ridiculous plan. She urged you not to go on this "date". She was convinced that Jungkook wouldn't show up, and if he did, it would only be to humiliate you further.
Taehyung, on the other hand, believed that Jungkook would be there waiting for you and you'd talk things through and everything would be alright. You believed Hwasa. She was one hundred percent right, and you knew it.
So why was it now 9:30 and you were still sitting alone at a table at Costos?
Karma's a bitch. You learned the truth of that today. Luckily you were on the right side of it.
You're on your bed. The bed that had witnessed countless nights of you crying yourself to sleep over that same dark-haired bastard now on his knees in front of you, mouth silent but face and body loud. He wanted that chance back. The one he threw away. You had said forever so you should keep your word. You should keep it and watch him suffer, and you shouldn't be swayed by the way he softly kisses your palms and almost sniffles up at you with those eyes that held all the stars in the universe inside of them...
"Why didn't you take your chance when you had it?" You say monotonously, keeping any emotion out of your voice.
"Why did you break it off with me?" His knee-jerk temper comes out.
"You really think you have any right to be asking questions here? You blew it, Jungkook, and tonight you're here to prove to me you deserve another chance so I would try not to be a smartass if I were you. Otherwise, you know where the door is."
Jungkook swallows heavily and lowers his eyes to the floor. You wait for a while, giving him the chance to get out if he wants, but also leaving him to his emotions, knowing they'd do a much better job of tearing at him than you would.
When he stays, you ask your question again. "Why didn't you take the chance I gave you?"
"I thought I didn't want it."
You grab his chin and make him look up at you, "I want to see your face so if you're lying to me, I'd remember that you did it right to my face."
Jungkook seems unsettled by that and when you ask your question a third time, he gives a different answer, "I thought you were playing a trick on me. I thought it was another one of your jokes." At your confused look, he elaborates. "The one you told me the last time we were together. About how fucking hilarious the thought of dating me was. That the idea of introducing me to your mother was so incredibly funny you couldn't breathe."
It was the first confession from him tonight but you were already fighting to keep your bewilderment in. "You don't want to meet my mother, Jungkook." You state and bite back your agitation.
"How do you know? You never bothered to ask me."
"Well, do you?" You sigh.
"No, but I would've done it for you, like every other bastard out there who has to suck up to his girlfriend's parents."
"I wasn't your girlfriend."
"Then what role was Jin playing, huh? Your gay best friend?"
You dig your nails into his cheeks, silently warning him about his snarky attitude. "If you were so sure about that then why didn't you tell me so?"
He scoffs, "I knew I cared but I didn't know you did. You never gave me that impression. You never even batted an eyelash at me whenever I hooked up with other girls except to look at me like a pathetic manwhore."
You suck a breath through your gritted teeth, holding back your white-hot anger and asking slowly, "Jungkook, did you fuck other girls just to spite me?"
He doesn't reply but he keeps his jaw set and his head high, refusing to let himself feel ashamed at the actions he was quickly starting to realize were utterly idiotic. You push him away from you and he falls back on his elbows, watching your face get swallowed by your hair as you process the sheer amount of his stupidity, and his heart stops for s second when you snap your head up to look at him, your outrage simmering right below the surface.
"So what changed now? Why did you suddenly decide to risk it and come to me? You could still be right about me."
"I don't care about my ego anymore. I'm willing to risk it even if you end up shattering my pride into a million pieces."
"You're the guy who made my life a living hell for the past few months. Are you really sure you want to hand your pride over to me?"
"Yes." He says it without even a hint of hesitation, and that placates you a little bit.
"Then prove it." You trail a foot up his thighs, over his chest and let it hover in front of his mouth. "Kiss."
To your surprise, he obeys right away, planting kisses up the expanse of your sole and towards your toes where he lovingly gives each one a kiss.
You decide to challenge him a little more, pushing your toes against his lips and telling him to lick them. Again, you're surprised by how easily he obeys. You know your feet aren't dirty, you had gone straight from your nightly shower to your bed where Jungkook ambushed you so they were as clean as could be, but still, it got to you how readily the usually super dominant guy gave up his pride for you.
You're also surprised by how much this affected you. You weren't sure if it was because of the lengths Jungkook was prepared to go to earn another chance with you or because you actually liked it, but you found the moans easy on your lips at the occasional graze of his tongue against your skin as he alternated between kissing your toes and sucking on them, sends electric sparks right to your core. He seemed like he was satisfied with having any part of you after those long months of separation, and he relished in it.
You withdraw your foot back, needing to touch him so you wouldn't feel like you were the only one affected by this, but when you look down at his crotch, you see the tent already formed there. "Fuck, Jungkookie, you're going to kill me. Take your cock out for me, baby."
When he unzips his pants and pushes his boxers down, his cock springs free, hard and leaking. "Take off that shirt too. Don't want to ruin your 11th favorite white shirt." You mock, pushing his cock against his abdomen with your foot the second he takes his shirt off and rubbing it up and down his length.
"Does that feel nice, sir." You tease, smirking at him from your position of power.
A glint flashes across his eyes but he remains still, "Yes, baby girl."
"Do you think you can cum like this? With my foot jerking you off? Are you that desperate for my forgiveness? For my touch?"
"I can do anything for you, baby. I'll fucking learn to cum on command if you want." He moans. "All you have to do is give me another chance."
You lean to the side, opening a drawer on your bedside table and getting a bottle of lube out, emptying a good portion of it on his dick. Jungkook shudders when he feels the cool liquid touch him, and he throws his head back with a sigh when you foot starts moving on him again, faster and easier with the help of the lubrication.
"What if I decide you're not worth it. What if I only want you back as a fuck toy. You have a great dick, and you fuck me with it so well, but your attitude..." You press down with your toes on his the head of his cock, wiggling them around and smearing the precum that was leaking out. He was a sight to behold, spread out beneath you and arching himself into your foot as if it was the single thing that could give him pleasure in this world.
Jungkook bites his lip to keep his grunts of pleasure from turning into full-fledged moans, "No. If you want me back, you'll have to take all of me. No more games."
"Even if let you hold me down and fuck me to your heart's content right now instead of getting this lousy footjob?" You taunt him.
"I said no." He maintains with no small effort on his part.
You must say you are impressed. You practically feel the desire barely contained in his body, and what you are giving him right now isn't nearly enough to satisfy him, yet he will not give in. He really wanted that chance.
"Alright, I accept." You say, and he doesn't have time to process his surprise and happiness because you fit as much of his cock as you can between your second and big toe and stroke him rapidly, your foot gliding easily up and down his length with the generous amount of lube you had used.
God, you had missed his moans. They weren't just monotonous sounds like you were used to with other guys. Jungkook always produced a delicious variety of noises: needy, assertive, breathy, broken,... He never held back.
"I'm cumming, baby, please don't stop." His hips move up and down against the direction of your movement, maximising his pleasure, and you snake a hand between your legs, unable to handle the pressure building up in there anymore.
Jungkook sees what you're doing and he swats your hand away and presses his thumb against your clothed clit, rubbing vigorously, "There, you need to do it much faster, baby. I want you there with me."
In response, you put your other foot on his balls, lightly massaging them, knowing the faster you make him cum, the faster you get your own release.
"Fuck, baby, do that a little harder and I'll cum." He growls so you obey and it doesn't take two seconds before you feel his balls tighten underneath your foot and you see his white cum shooting from his tip. Your vision goes blurry after that as your own orgasm rips through you. Your whole body shakes with the pleasure and when it's over, you slump forward, Jungkook catching you and lowering you gently on his body.
"Ew," You complain, feeling his sticky release clinging to your nightshirt. "That's gross, Jungkook!"
But Jungkook just laughs and rubs his body against you, making more cum stick to you as you fight futilely to free yourself from his hold. When the laughter dies down, Jungkook turns you over, pressing your back to the floor and hovering over you, making you look at him.
"I was honest with you. It's time you do the same."
"Yes," You sigh, knowing there was no escaping this part so you just comply. "I laughed at the thought of you and me dating, at how ridiculous it would have been if you played the role of the dutiful boyfriend and went with me to visit my parents. I laughed because that's not you. It's not us, but it doesn't mean it couldn't have been. I was just trying to protect myself."
Your eyes take on a dark look as you continue, "I fucking cared about you hooking up with other girls. It bothered me even before I knew why. But what did you expect me to do about it? Go over and beg the guy who never gave me a reason to believe he returned my feelings to stop breaking my heart? I did what I could; not fucking other people." The heavy blame in your voice isn't lost on him.
"I had to. I couldn't let myself get too comfortable with you. I had to remind myself that we weren't together."
"That's fucking stupid--"
"Don't you think I know that?" For the first time tonight, his eyes look at you with the same rage and accusation you dealt him with as he sits up to look at you. "When have I not been stupid when it came to you? But don't fucking act like you didn't encourage it. Should I remind you exactly how many times you rejected me and told me to go fuck other girls for the night?"
"I didn't mean it." You tried defending yourself. You had only said that to appear nonchalant, but you didn't really want him to do it. You wanted him to refuse, to try just a little harder. But Jungkook doesn't want to hear your excuses.
"Seven times." You answer again, recounting them easily. How could you forget when each time branded your heart?
"Why?" He demanded.
You shrug, "The same reason you listened to me. I didn't want to get too attached." You press your fingers against your temples, feeling a headache creeping in.
"We're fucking dumb." He says and falls on his back beside you.
"That we are." You grunt in agreement.
As expected, Hwasa is totally against what you were doing. She'd seen how broken up you were about being rejected by him, and she thought that he didn't deserve you forgiving him so easily, or at all. She said that you're just teaching him that there will be no consequences to his actions with you, and you won't be able to come back from this.
Taehyung continued to be present at every possible moment to never allow her the chance to change your mind. He was always at her throat whenever you'd seem like you were swaying in her direction. Or at least that's what it must have seemed like to her. To you, he was just the dork who was concerning himself with the problems of a total stranger just so he could spend all the time he can with his crush. Sometimes you thought that the real two idiots were them.
The first few dates are spent in silence that is broken in several places by one of you trying to start up a conversation that dies just as quickly as it begins. Each time you'd get up to leave, the frustration overwhelming you, he'd hold you down and convince you to stay. His eyes haunted with a memory you didn't share of the time he gave up his chance with you, and the fear in his eyes is enough to make you sit back down every time.
Jungkook is a smart guy, and he catches on quick. He realizes that cliche dates weren't the way to go. It was never you from the start. You needed something that would kick-start your passionate personalities and he knew just the thing.
"An arcade, seriously? What are we five?"
"Ok first off, arcade games are ageless, you soulless monster. Second of all, can you stop being a bitch for just a second and try to see that I'm making an effort here?"
"There are children here. You shouldn't swear." You cross your arms and jerk your head towards the multiple small heads turned in your direction. You didn't really care about them, but bickering with him was your oxygen.
"Oh, I'm sorry, kids," Jungkook says in a baby voice. "My girlfriend won't stop being a cunt and I have to be like this so she'd get my words through her thick fucking skull. One day you'll have bitchy girlfriends too and you'll understand."
"Are you done?" You sneer at him.
"Yes. Man, I really needed to get that out of my system. I feel so much better now."
Despite your initial aversion to the childish and stupid date, you gradually loosen up as time goes by and you see how seriously Jungkook gets into even the silliest games. You should find it immature but somehow this time you don't. Instead, you find it endearing, the way he looks with his black snapback and black hoodie, body way bigger than anyone else in the room but face more intense too, and you start noticing little things about him you never noticed before. Like how he prods his tongue against the inside of his cheek when he's losing or how he jerks his head to the side when he's nervous about something. You're surprised he doesn't notice you staring.
You don't fully let go though until you find that Dance Dance Revolution game you used to play all the time when you were a kid. Jungkook notices the way your eyes sparkle with memories and he challenges you to a game.
"Let's play that one." He points to it.
"I don't know. It looks silly." You try to hide the way you're longingly eyeing it from the corner of your eyes.
"___, I can see you looking at it. You look like a child at a candy store. Unstuck that stick from your ass and come play."
Before the game starts, you keep up a humble front, knowing that Jungkook is an amazing dancer and you can't dance to save your life. Why was this game your favorite anyway?
Then you remember that it had nothing to do with dance skills and everything to do with crude speed. You aren't so gracious when you actually end up winning, jumping up and down in Jungkook's face, gloating.
You also discover that Jungkook is a sore loser.
You both spend the entire day dragging each other to games you know you excel at so you'd beat each other and get the upper hand, fighting kids for the best games, and stuffing your faces with snacks and candy.
In the end, the total tally sums up to a crushing win for Jungkook 15 to 7. As a peace offering, he buys you a giant stuffed golden retriever toy with the large number of prize tickets he had won in the games.
You look him up and down in distaste, "That's got to be the lamest shit ever."
He frowns and throws the stuffed toy at you. " Just accept the fucking gift."
You were poking out your tongue at him when you feel something grab at your waist, making you shriek and stumble back, falling on your ass. You look up to see who your assailant is and come face to face with a boy that couldn't be older than three, and behind him, Jungkook laughing his ass out. "Careful, baby, he might bite."
You ignore him and look at the kid, trying to figure out what he wanted but he stays silent so you try asking him but he doesn't even acknowledge your words.
You get up slowly, keeping an eye on the kid and clutching the stuffed puppy to your chest as if it would protect you like the real thing. "Jungkook, what does it want?" You ask, creeped out.
He walks over to you and bends down, furrowing his eyebrows as he scrutinizes the child's face, "I think it wants your toy."
"Then give it to it." You cry, pushing the toy away from you but Jungkook snatches it out of your hand before you could give it to the boy.
"No way, I won that for you with my sweat and blood. Go along now, brat, shoo." Jungkook waves his hands in the air, trying to get the kid to leave but he doesn't even flinch so Jungkook flicks his forehead, and suddenly all hell breaks loose. The kid starts screaming which makes you start screaming which makes Jungkook start screaming.
Your boyfriend shoves the toy back into your arms and picks you up, making a run for it. Your screams turn into maniacal laughter somewhere between the front of the arcade and your favorite ice cream store a block away.
You fall asleep that night with the taste of chocolate on your lips and the large stuffed toy squished between your bodies.
If you gave the impression that your relationship with Jungkook was easy then that was not the case at all. You were both as stubborn and confrontational as ever, and you never liked to lose. You still argue all the time, except now you are honest with the bullshit you were fighting about instead of running around the subject. You had agreed on the day that you got back together that you would be honest with each other about anything that ever upset you so that you could prevent any further misunderstandings. But all that admirable honestly got you was a headache, as any small discontent that either of you felt resulted in endless and meaningless arguments. Like right now.
"Would it have killed you to ask me about it first?" Jungkook yells, slamming the door to your apartment with such force that you half expect it to fall from its hinges.
"I didn't ask you because I didn't think it would be a big deal. I still don't think it's a big deal!" Your body was thrumming with heat and if you are being honest, you were beginning to forget what you were arguing about anyway.
"You didn't think it would be a big deal?!" He bellows and you almost press your hands against your ears to protect them, if you didn't know that that would only anger him further. "You went out and-- Are you fucking turned on right now?!" Jungkook cries incredulously and you look up at him like a deer caught in headlights, ceasing the way you were rubbing your thighs together needily.
"I can't help it." You whine, "When you get all boss like and domineering, I get horny. It's classical conditioning."
"Then stop it. You're not a fucking animal. I'm serious about this. You can't get out of every argument like this."
"Believe me, I'm not trying to get out of anything. All I wanna do is prove to you how wrong you are." You glare but it quickly turns into a pout, and you can't stop your hands from feeling yourself up, one hand going to your breasts and the other to your pussy. "But I'm so hornyyy."
Jungkook rips off his tie and rolls his sleeves up, "Well, you can forget about it. I'm not fucking you until we're done with this."
You bit your lips, looking at the way his forearm muscles bulge against the rolled up sleeves and you imagine all the ways his hands can break you.
"Now you're just teasing!" You moan, falling to your knees and starting to crawl towards him, not caring one bit about ruining your fancy dress. "If I admit defeat and apologize right now will you fuck me?"
You could see the desire swirling around in his eyes as you reach him and look up at him pleadingly, but he tries his best to stay strong. "No." He presses his lips into a thin line.
You ignore him and run your hands up the back of his legs until you reach his ass and squeeze them tightly so he'd push his crotch towards your face. You start planting kisses there, interspersing them with overly emotional sorry's, until you can tell the exact outline of his cock as it hardens fully.
"Is what I did really so bad you're not willing to fuck me even though I'm on my knees, so wet, and ready for your hard cock?" You wrap your lips around his head, sucking on it through the clothes and he can't stop the little jerk of his hips towards you.
"Yes." He grits out, clearly already gone.
You palm him, swirling your index finger around his head and emphasizing every word with a stroke of your hand up his length, "I'm. really. really. sorry."
Jungkook pushes your hands away and unzips his dress pants, kicking them off along with his boxers, then twisting your hair around his hand and pulling on it roughly, "I'll fucking show you sorry." He promises, before pushing his entire length down your awaiting throat. Like second nature, you relax your throat and breathe through your nose, and Jungkook gives you a pat on the head and whispers 'good girl' before he begins thrusting into you deep and slow.
"If this is the way you want to settle every argument then why don't you just cut to the chase and start sucking me off every time you disagree with me." Jungkook chuckles and takes his now well-lubricated cock out of your mouth and rests it on your face across your forehead and down the bridge of your nose. "It would definitely put a spin on some people's days."
"Yes, sir. You're so smart, sir." You smirk, not caring one bit about the disgusting mess Jungkook's dick was leaving on your face as you pull one of his balls into your mouth and suck on it.
Jungkook sucks in a breath, "I would never have come back if it wasn't for that talented mouth of yours. If only you weren't using it to bitch and whine all the time, you would've been the perfect fuck." Jungkook jeered.
You take him out of your mouth, stroking him with your hand instead, "Oh please, you're whipped for me, baby. I can insult and mock you all day and you'd still eat out of the palm of my hand."
You yelp when Jungkook suddenly pulls you up and carries you to the dinning table, putting you on it and pushing the skirt of your dress up to your waist.
"Damn right." He says under his breath, tearing your underwear off. He puts your feet on each side of you, spreading your legs and bearing your pussy to him, and runs two fingers through your folds, studying the way your arousal completely soaks them. "How long were you this wet?"
"Too long, sir. Please give me more." Just one touch from him and you were already giving in.
He moves his fingers in wide circles over your inner lips, giving just the right pressure on your sensitive skin and you reflexively try to close your legs, the pleasure too much for you. He slaps your pussy and orders you to keep them open, but that only makes you cry out his name and jerk your legs closed.
Curious by your reaction, he spreads your legs again and holds them apart, rubbing his fingers up and down the length of your pussy multiple times then removing his hold on your legs and slapping your pussy. You cry out his name again and clutch tightly on his shirt, ripping off a few buttons from the force.
"Now, look what you've done, darling." He chastises you like a misbehaving child, and you whimper underneath his hard gaze. "You deserve what's coming for you."
He orders you to stay where you are then he heads to the bedroom and disappears, leaving you to your imagination that paints all kinds of impossible punishments he could unleash on you. When he steps out of the bedroom, his shirt is gone and he has a large stretch of robe in his hands. You immediately begin pleading with him when you see it, not wanting to be tied up.
"Sir, please no. I'll be good, I swear. I'm your good girl. Please don't do this, please." You beg and plead even when he ignores you and starts trying you up, spreading your legs and fixing each of your wrists to the ankle on its side, physically preventing you from closing your legs again.
Finally, he addresses you, "There, now I won't even have to ask." He smiles evilly then moves his two fingers back to your pussy, this time lining them up with your entrance and pushing in.
"No, sir, stop, I can't take it like this." You protest which only makes him pump his fingers harder.
"Oh please, keep whining like that, darling. You know how much it turns me on."
You pant, trying with all your might to pull your hands out of the secure knots he put them in but that only makes you spread your legs wider. "Sir, please, I beg you." You whimper, not knowing if you were really trying to get him to stop or trying to get him to go harder on you.
He goes with the latter anyway, and pushes another finger into you, pumping the three of them ruthlessly in and out of you. The wet and sloppy sounds of him fingering you echo around the living room along with your desperate moans.
"Look at my fingers. They're all covered in your juice and you're still trying to protest. What a naughty girl."
You look down to see that not only his fingers but his entire palm was getting coated in your arousal. You shouldn't have looked down because now you can't tear your eyes off his large hand nestled between your legs and the blurring of his fingers as they go in and out of you.
"Sir, sir, I'm going to cum." You moan, but he doesn't give you any response except to increase his speed even more, and soon enough you're crashing through your orgasm, clenching around his fingers that were still pumping into you.
And they keep pumping even when your orgasm is long over and you're begging him to stop. "It's too much, please. I can't take it. My pussy is going to break, please, no more." You shout, tears stinging your eyes."
"Aw, are you going to cry? Cry for me, baby girl, cry."
You stop holding in your tears, thinking it would make him stop but he doesn't. He doesn't stop even when your throat turns raw from all your crying and moaning. He doesn't stop when your words come out shaky and cut off from the way your whole body moves with his fingers. He only stops when you orgasm a second time, screaming out his name with tears streaming down your face.
You feel the knots around your wrists and ankles loosen and get taken off one by one, soft lips kissing all along the marks left on them. When your heart slows down to a regular beat and you can breathe again, you feel something hard and velvety pressing against your entrance.
"Can you take it, baby?" Jungkook whispers and you look up to see his pupils blown out so much that there was barely a rim of brown irises left around them, and you know you could never tell him no.
He keeps his pace soft and gentle, just enjoying the feeling of you around him and listening for any sign of discomfort that might break through your quiet pants. You don't know how long he kept this up, and you admire his level of control as you feel his cock continuously pulsating inside of you, yet he makes no move to go faster.
It's you who finally urges him to do it when you feel that damn knot forming in your lower belly again, and Jungkook is more than happy to oblige. The remaining bits of pleasure and pain from your last orgasm build upon the new one forming inside of you and it's not long before you're moaning and desperate in Jungkook's arms again.
He chuckles at your ability to bounce back that fast, and his hands grab you ass firmly, pulling you off the table and making you wrap your legs around him for dear life. He starts thrusting up into you while moving your whole body up and down on his dick with his hands.
"Show off." You groan, feeling like you were getting impaled on his dick with the way he lifted you up and dropped you down on it. He was fast and rough, and you didn't know how the hell he was doing it. It's like you didn't weigh more than a feather. He only went harder the closer he got to his release.
You reach your end before him, throwing your head back and screaming out his name through your abused throat. Jungkook lets out a pained groan and slips out of you, leaving you to contract around nothing.
He sets you down on your feet and pins your front against the wall, hooking his arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up as far as it will go then he thrusts back into you, his pace crazed and needy.
Your body felt like it was on fire. Here you were, wearing on of your fanciest dresses, with your cum and sweat staining and ruining it possibly beyond repair, pushed face first against the wall and getting rammed from behind by the sexiest motherfucker you've ever laid eyes upon as he grunts and moans in your ear, and you feel your fourth orgasm of night building up inside of you.
"You're going to make me cum, Jungkook." You whimper, and you can feel his hips falter for a split second at your words. "Fuck, again?"
"Yeah, that's how sexy you are, baby." You praise, shuddering at the deep moan he lets out. "But, I need you to cum first. You deserve it, baby, go on."
Jungkook doesn't answer you with words, instead, you feel his hot seed shooting up inside of you and his hands marking bruises on your skin as his hips gives a couple of last thrusts into you, triggering your final release. You can't let out anything except hoarse moans and raptured thanks that Jungkook swallows all with a kiss.
"Shower sex?" You suggest cheekily after you've calmed down.
"You damn nymphomaniac." He exclaims and gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, "But I believe there is still an argument to have."
You smirk, "So shower sex, then?"
"No, I fucked you out so you'd have no more excuses to hide behind. We're having this discussion."
You groan in defeat. Why did you have to date such a stubborn asshole?
"Jungkookie, are you awake?" You whisper to him one night, but he doesn't respond.
So you deliver a punch to his stomach, jerking him awake, disoriented and in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" You say, not the least bit sorry. Jungkook gives you a dirty look then lays back on the bed, wrapping you in his arms in a gesture that was both sweet and cunning as he successfully pins your arms and legs down.
"What do you want?" He grunts.
"We will never last." You brood.
"I know." He replies curtly, clearly unhappy that you woke him up just to say this.
"Relationships like ours always burn out fast."
"I know."
"And their end is always really ugly."
"I know."
"Well, don't you care?" You snap, irritated by his non-answers.
"I would rather spend whatever time I have with you and get out with an ugly scar to show for it than never have had the chance to love you from the start." Comes his unexpected and sweet reply, showing he must've thought about this before. "Now shut up and sleep, and if you wake me up again, this relationship is over."
You stay quiet for a minute then you whisper with a smile on your face, "Gay."
You let the laughter rumbling inside his chest carry you off to the loveliest dreams.
Author’s Note: I regret Everything
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By Moonlight - The Prize
Yang sighed, looking down from the top of the hill outside the royal city, hiding as best she could in a tree. She could still see the southern gates rather well and the newly erected statue outside it, though the figure's back was turned. When reports of all sorts of horrible beasts began to pour in from Atlas, the guild had reached out to her, unable to tell truth from fiction at first, but her experience quickly revealed most of the requests as being fake. Then, they suddenly stopped about a month ago, and the worry that the reports weren't fake rose, nearly suffocating her at times.
"It's a nice town," Ruby said, pushing back her hood. Here, in the Atlesian spring, she didn't need her heavy hooded cape but wore it anyway, the deep red not as out of place as it would've been months ago when snow covered the ground. "The castle looks cool."
She remained silent, watching the the dying light receded. Maybe this was a mistake.
"Yang?" Her sister's brows pinched together. "Are you having second thoughts?"
She nodded, slowly.
"Good." Ruby adjusted the pack on her shoulders. "You always rush ahead when you think brute force will do the trick, but you play your cards just right when you really care about the outcome. I think that's a good sign."
Yang couldn't help but roll her eyes, not nearly as confident.
"Hey, I've had to watch you mope around for six months. You wouldn't have done that if saying goodbye didn't hurt like hell, and you were the one who left. Seems pretty clear to me that someone is a little hung up, and even if it was for the best, it's better to know than to wonder, right?" The dragon really couldn't argue with her sister's logic. "So I'm going to go down there, ask how the royal family is doing, and we'll go from there." Silver eyes glanced up at her. "Although I really think you should do this yourself."
Yang winced. Honestly, she agreed, but... not like this. She wasn't strong enough.
"Welp, here I go!" Ruby started down the path. "Wish me luck!"
The dragon watched as her sister marched down the road, putting all her energy into her senses- hearing, seeing. She didn't want to be too close for fear of someone catching sight of her, but neither could she wait for Ruby to return. Her sister would do everything to soften the blow if it turned out they'd come all this way for nothing.
But when she got to the southern gate, Ruby froze, then hurried around to look at the statue, the stone hardly coming to a head taller than herself.
"You must be new here," someone said, a gruff laugh following as a man carrying a bundle of wood into town set his load down for a moment. "Need directions?"
"Ah, no, but this... she looks familiar." Ruby reached up and scratched at her cheek. "I don't suppose you know the story? The statue looks new but that could be deceiving."
"Oh no, it's a recent story, and one we all know... pretty well?" He sighed. "Not many details but it's not hard to piece things together. Might make ya sad, though."
"Did she die?" Brows pinched together, a frown on her face, but Yang knew her sister better than that. A feigned response, but good enough to fool the woodcutter.
"Nah, I suspect the Huntress is still out there somewhere. See, almost a year ago, people started seeing a terrible creature in the royal forest. Didn't cause anyone trouble but the King at the time took offense to it bein' in his forest. Sent hunter after hunter, with dogs an' spears an' swords, but none could slay the beast." He gave a laugh. "Most o' 'em were the King's men, a bunch o' bullies and 'holier than thou' brigands. Good riddance, the lot o' 'em; the ones with any sense stayed out of the forest; knew what was good for 'em, and us."
"Kelsey, don't you have a wife to get home to?" A new- but familiar- voice called out, Ruby and the woodcutter turning to acknowledge the man striding towards them. He looked a bit better than the last time Yang saw him- newer clothes, though not nearly as ostentatious as those worn by the man he replaced- and his smile looked genuine. "You shouldn't stop every visitor to tell them the story."
"She asked!" Kelsey defended, crossing his arms over his chest. "Plus, the more people who know, better chance she'll come back, right?"
Lord Coal sighed, shaking his head. "I'm... not so sure that's a good idea."
"I really did ask for the story, Sir," Ruby said, a genuine furrow in her brows. "I didn't mean to cause problems."
"It's not that. Run along, Kelsey; I'll take it from here." Lord Coal helped the man gather his wood, giving him a pat on the back and waving him off. "I think introductions are in order. I'm Lord Coal, steward of the hold, servant to Their Majesties Queen Weiss and Queen Blake."
"Oh, I'm Ruby Rose!" She tried to curtsy, though the attempt looked awkward at best. "Enchantress and hunter from Patch."
The man frowned, brows raising to nearly his hairline. "Are you... a member of the Hunters' Guild in Vale?"
"Yeah." Ruby offered him a small smile. "We received a lot of reports about terrible beasts here in Atlas, and then they just... stopped. I decided to come by and check it out."
"I'm sorry about that." He sighed, and Yang thought she saw a bit of shame in the hunch of his shoulders. "I guess you know Huntress Xiao Long."
"Yeah," her sister replied. "I'm afraid I don't know all of what happened here, though."
"Kelsey mentioned the beast we had in the royal forest- the former King wanted it killed, so Princess- now Queen- Weiss sent word to your guild. Huntress Xiao Long answered the call." Lord Coal made a motion towards the statue. "But she had no intentions of killing the beast. Instead, she helped, allowing the werewolf to regain some of her humanity; she was turned into a monster by her father and set loose, to kill the rest of the royal family. The beast the King wanted dead was his own daughter, a monster created by his own hand."
"That's awful."
Lord Coal nodded. "He was a dark, twisted man. Thankfully, the Huntress was kinder, and sought to soothe Princess Winter's inner beast. Now, the Princess travels as a wolf during the night, protecting our herds and homes. And when there's nothing else to do... she comes here." His gaze followed the road beyond. "The Huntress left after the King was usurped and Her Majesty Queen Weiss crowned. Ever since, Princess Winter remains a stalwart commander during the day... but at night, she howls mournfully and watches the road, hoping the Huntress will return." He ducked his head. "At first, we sent missives to your guild, trying to bring the Huntress back, but when Her Highness found out, she asked us to stop. She worried that other Hunters might come, seeking the rewards, and be angered when there was no beast to slay." A wince crossed his face a he reached up, rubbing at his neck. "She also seemed rather... convinced the Huntress won't return, no matter what we try."
"Does she not want Yang to come back?"
Her breath caught in her throat, surprised at how quickly they'd arrived at the answer she had to hear, attention ripped away from the ache in her chest at the news of Winter... seemingly giving up on her.
"Oh no, I think she'd like it very much." He gestured towards the statue. "She likes the statue. We put it here after she asked us to stop sending missives; we even have its hand outstretched, so she can rub her head against it. We don't really know why the Huntress left... but it’s pretty clear the Princess misses her terribly, even if she won't say it." Lord Coal paused. "The Queens know. I made mention of the Huntress not too long ago and they seemed equally stymied by the issue."
Winter... wanted her to come back? But wouldn't let others call for her?
It made sense- Yang had chosen to leave; it should be her choice to return- but she couldn't quite believe it, even as the last bit of light faded from the sky. With a bright, full moon overhead, a howl boomed out from the castle in the distance, and Yang quite nearly jumped out of the tree.
Wolves didn't 'speak' in the same manner as dragons but she'd spent too long running with them to mistake what she heard. Sorrow and loss, yes, but more: a pledge.
I'm still waiting for you. Please come back to me.
"No need to be alarmed; that's just the Princess." Lord Coal sighed again. "I wish there was more we could do for her. During the day, she seems fine, but at night..."
"Werewolves don't lie very well," Ruby said, shrugging her shoulders. "Sounds like she misses Yang. Has she gotten close to anyone since the Huntress left?"
"No." Lord Coal chuckled. "Not for lack of trying. Every noble in the land- and a good amount otherwise- have come to the castle for balls and feasts since Queen Weiss assumed the throne, and she's been... cordial. Princess Winter even looked rather pleased during her sister's wedding." His expression fell. "But no amount of courting has caught her eye." Looking around, he bent his head closer, keeping his voice low. "The servants say that Her Highness doesn't sleep in her own chambers anymore. But neither does she slip into their's; she slumbers, when she can, in the guest room the Huntress used during her stay." He straightened up and adjusted the cape pinned to his shoulders- the only overt sign of his status. "With all respect, I hope whatever the Huntress is doing is worth it." He glanced behind him, where the faint sounds of nightly greeting was beginning to get louder. "Only a fool walks away from someone so loyal."
Yang didn't, for a moment, think he was wrong.
"You know the difference between a fool and a wise person?" Ruby offered a little chuckle. "Someone bothered to prove the wise person right." Then she nodded across the way, down the main thoroughfare towards the castle. "Some sort of festival?"
"That's the royal family," he replied. "Sometimes, the Queens will accompany Her Highness before her hunt." He looked off to the side, at a bag he'd apparently brought and set down before approaching the newcomer. "If you'll excuse me."
Lord Coal went and retrieved the bag, opening it up and pulling out a thick, raw slab of meat.
"Is that for Her Highness?" Ruby frowned. "Does she not hunt?"
"Not for herself." He gave her a little, sad grin. "Any kill she makes at night is left for the butchers in the morning. I don't think she needs to eat at night... but she will this way."
Steadily, he walked over and set the slab of meat down on something- had to be some sort of plate being held by the statue's other hand- and then stepped away, beckoning Ruby to follow as the procession neared.
Truly, it wasn't a procession- no guards, soldiers, or knights surrounding them- but considering the current royal family was present, there likely should have been one. Queen Weiss lead, occasionally looking around but mostly watching her wife at her side, heavy with their first child. Queen Blake waddled at a leisurely pace, ears flicking and likely more alert for danger than her wife, though she probably couldn't do much in that regard. Behind them, Winter padded along, head and tail down, and her mother just a bit further behind. Obviously sober, the former Queen marched proudly, scanning the area and nodding to those who acknowledged her, on hand resting on a glittering handle to some sort of weapon.
But Yang's attention returned to Winter- her posture screamed unhappy, though with a word from her sister, she perked up, gaze falling on Ruby. From the distance, she couldn't quite see what color her eyes were, but she'd be willing to bet they were a perfect mix of blue and gold, a sure sign both sides of her were united and whole. Her heart ached, wanting to leave the tree and rush forward, but she couldn't.
At least, not yet.
"Evening, Your Majesties," Lord Coal said, bowing. "Your Highness."
"Good evening, Lord Coal," Weiss replied while her wife tilted her head. "And who's your friend?"
"Oh! I'm Ruby Rose!" Again, her sister tried to curtsy, this time tripping over her own feet and falling down to her hands and knees. "Uh, Enchantress! Your, um, Majesties?"
Yang sighed, a fond smile on her lips. She loved her sister, but she'd never really gotten the whole 'polite talk wit nobles' part down.
Winter padded forward, lowering her head to push her nose up under Ruby, helping her to get on her feet... and then pushing forward, forcing the young woman to stumble back.
"Winter! What are you doing?" Weiss, alarmed, rushed forward and sank her fingers into thick white fur, trying to pull the werewolf back to no avail. "I- I apologize, she means no harm-"
"Oh, I know!" Ruby laughed. "She just smells my sister, that's all." Winter's head snapped up, eyes wide and body perfectly still. "You heard me right." She nodded. "Yang's my sister."
Winter's tail immediately began to wag, whining loud enough for Yang to hear from her spot in the tree and drawing the attention of anyone not in their homes.
"You are Yang's sister?" Weiss released Winter's fur, allowing her to bounce around, clearly resenting her inability to speak. "Wh-what brings you here?"
"I'm looking for a few answers," she said, directing her gaze to the werewolf. "She would ask the questions herself, but just like the moon holds sway over your form, the sun holds sway over hers."
Her ears perked before they fell, gathering her haunches beneath her and sitting down.
"Your sister has another form?" Blake's brow furrowed. "Is she a werewolf too?"
"No." Ruby glanced around, seeing the curious people gathering around and raising her voice. "My sister, the Huntress Yang Xiao Long, is and has always been... a dragon." Murmurs immediately flew, surprise registering in many voices, but... not the horror she expected. Ruby glanced towards the tree, a hopeful smile on her lips, before she continued. "I know dragons are not often seen as peaceful creatures in Atlas, but in Vale, they can be protectors and helpers, great creatures of remarkable power and kindness, if they're treated right."
"That's why she doesn't kill every beast she encounters!" Weiss smiled wide, relieved, as if finally handed the last piece to a puzzle she'd worked on far too long. "She knows what that's like- to be judged as dangerous immediately."
"She really does, and that's why she doesn't want to talk to you herself." Ruby gestured around them. "During the winter solstice, maintaining her human form is hard, but she had to for a ceremony, and for most of her time here when your nights ran long. Now she's... well, weak, and she can't take human form for extended periods of time just yet. It’s safer for her to stay out of sight right now."
The people all looked at each other, muttering, until one voice rose above the rest.
"The legends never said werewolves could be tame."
Lord Coal nodded, seeming to catch onto the intent and raising his voice to capture everyone’s attention. "Yeah, the legends said they'd kill until slain, but Her Highness does nothing but protect us! Who's to say a dragon would bring us harm? Especially one who helped us in the past!"
A chorus of affirmations rose up and Winter looked up, gazed upon her people with hope, until her sister raised a hand to bring silence.
"Then we're all in agreement?" Weiss called above the din. "We welcome back the Huntress, no matter her form?" The people cheered, a chant beginning to call her back, but the Queen rose her hand again and demanded silence. "Please, Enchantress, take word to your sister that Atlas welcomes her no matter which form she takes," Weiss said, turning her head. "Someone, send for the guards and knights, and spread the word however you can; let all the kingdom know that they are to harm no dragon that enters our borders!"
Yang could hardly believe it.
Was it really that simple?
"Oh, I can do that! Right away!" Ruby turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted at the top of her lungs. "YANG! YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!"
The dragon needed no further prompting. Carefully unwrapping herself from the trunk of the tree, she spread her wings wide, breaking branches, and gave a mighty heave, launching into the sky. Many gasps followed her appearance, the shuffling of startled people, but as she glided to the gate, none ran. They watched, spellbound, as Yang landed just behind her stone likeness, tucking her wings close to her body and lowering her head to the ground- as nonthreatening a pose as she could make.
Winter wasn't concerned with the people, though. She sprang forward, rushing headlong and pushing solidly into the dragon's shoulder with enough force to knock her on her side.
Yang swung her head around, finding herself nose to nose with a very excited werewolf, tail wagging and blue gold eyes shining bright.
With a scaly smirk, Yang reached out, speaking directly to Winter. Guess you missed me, huh?
The werewolf immediately rubbed their muzzled together, just as people began to recover and even cheer. More than you'll ever know.
Yang stirred, roused by the morning light drifting in through the shed's windows as much as by the low growling. She lifted her head from where it rested on her coils, to see Winter resisting her change, nestled comfortably among the dragon's scaly body. Largely a practical concern, Yang surmised, seeing as a human in her position ran the risk of being crushed, and she carefully shifted so the werewolf could crawl out and begin shedding her form.
Summoning all the strength she had in her, Yang reverted to her human form as well, the process slower thanks to her lack of strength. Warmer months, when the sun shone brightly, were much easier on her than colder ones, and she'd foolishly attended the ceremony in Vale's capital as a means of taking her mind of the Atlesian Princess- to no avail, mind.
By the time she'd become human again, Yang felt short of breath, laying on her right side and taking huge gulps of air to try and get it back. Winter pressed up behind her, nose burying in her hair as a calming touch smoothed down her side.
"You're okay." Framed as half statement, half question, her voice remained soft in the early dawn and Yang couldn't help but press back into her.
"Will be." She turned her head, blinking bleary eyes to see Winter, white hair cascading over her shoulders and eyes still that bright blue gold. "Good morning-"
"Don't call me 'Miss Winter'," she said, a hard edge to her voice, though she softened immediately after. "Call me your... friend. At the very least."
Yang felt a frown tug at her lips before she pushed forward. Maybe it was being tired, weak from the lack of sunlight, or just relief at being welcomed back, but she acted, pressing her lips against Winter's in a chaste kiss that would've ended the moment she pulled back, except she was followed, rolled onto her back as the werewolf settled atop her. Their lips remained pressed together as her hands came to rest on Winter's hips, warm skin beneath her palms, and fingers brushed her cheek while the other supported her companion's weight.
When they broke apart, both a little breathless, Yang kept her gaze firmly locked on Winter's eyes, a blush rising in her cheeks as she consciously reminded herself to not look down.
"I'm... uh, not too keen on just being friends," she said, lips lifting in a weak smirk.
"Well, it isn't my ideal either, but I opted to start small." Winter leaned down, bumping their noses together. "You said I had to give you something else to call me."
"What if I call you mine?" Yang's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Dragons are covetous creatures, y'know."
The fingers against her chest took firm hold of her jaw and directed her into another kiss- slow, languid, sweet. "I've been yours, Sundrop, since before you left."
That didn't exactly spark the sort of comfort it probably should've. Did the bond not break? Had she come back too soon? "How?"
The doubts melted away as Winter drew back to look at her, serious expression and fiercely flashing eyes.
"You saw in me something I didn't believe I had. When it felt like I had no control anywhere in my life, you gave me courage, focus- you showed me that I wasn't helplessly subjected to what others inflicted upon me. Just by believing in me, you gave me strength." Her expression softened, leaning down to nuzzle against Yang's cheek. "How could I not fall in love with you?"
"Heh, well when you put it like that." Tears stung at her eyes. "So you're... not mad about me leaving?"
"I understood your motives." Her lips curled into a wolffish grin. "I didn't like them, didn't believe them the way you did, but I've admired your headstrong determination to stay true to your aims. When you stood in the throne room and declared you would bring an end to my father's plight, I'll admit I loathed the idea... but I respected your conviction and certainty, admired it even."
"I'm glad I made such a good impression."
The grin faded, blue gold eyes drifting off to eye the neatly folded clothes off to the side- obviously placed there ahead of time but not the sort she'd usually wear, far more casual, roughspun thread and a pair of breeches.
"I... truly didn't believe you'd return. Hoped, of course, but... I likely didn't give you quite the same impression." She cringed. "I apologize for my snappish behavior when you first arrived. I... wasn't quite myself."
Yang hushed her, thumbs running small circles in smooth skin, eager to run through fur at some point, to know all the textures that could be associated with the Atlesian. "I don't hold it against you; you shouldn't either. And you're selling yourself short." She shifted slightly, only a touch embarrassed- more because Winter was still very naked than the topic of conversation and she was mighty tempted to glance down. "Do you... want to get dressed first?"
"I'm tempted to think you're a bit prudish, Sundrop." Another nuzzle before she moved, reaching for the clothes and prompting Yang to close her eyes.
"Hey, I just know how to save the good stuff for later, Snowdrift," she replied with a little chuckle. "I wouldn't want to spoil the wedding night."
Winter made a thoughtful noise as cloth shifted. "Snowdrift?"
"Yeah. I think it's cute." Yang's lips pulled into a wide smile. "I came up with it a few months ago. I kept thinking- that's what you are to me. You look pristine and solid on the outside, but there's so much depth just beneath the surface, and all I want to do is dive in, find the soft snow and the hard ice beneath, the biting cold at first and the heavy warmth after."
"And here I thought I was being clever." The warmth of Winter's body returned, pressing against her side.
"I brought the enchanted clothes for you, by the way." She opened her eyes, though she was tempted to simply return to slumber at this point.
"Perhaps a touch late for that, isn't it?" Winter placed a kiss just beneath her ear. "It's not like I plan on spending my mornings anywhere except at your side."
"For my sake, will you wear them?" She turned her head, caught in a kiss as soon as she did so, and she'd nearly forgotten how affectionate werewolves could be, especially young ones. "Just for a few months? I'd really like to court you properly; you're a Princess, after all."
"Yet you're the queen of my heart," Winter replied, though she gave a little huff at the end. "I'll wear them, if only so you don't turn into a tomato every morning."
"I like this teasing side, very attractive." The dragon's breathing hitched, her focus slipping and her form nearly shifting back, but she caught it in time.
"Sundrop?" Worry infected the werewolf's tone, lightly rubbing at the center of Yang's chest. "Are you alright?"
"Maintaining this form is... difficult." She offered a weak smile. "It's fine-"
"Change back." Winter pressed a kiss against her cheek. "You need to recover your strength."
"I won't be able to fit out the door as a dragon."
"Then we'll stay here for a few days. I can run and fetch us whatever you wish." She paused, expression lighting up in the next moment. "Or, come outside, and I'll show you something."
"Show me something?" Curiosity piqued, Yang pushed herself up. "Like what?"
Mischief flashed in blue gold eyes as Winter helped her up, leading her by the hand out of the shack. Spring in Atlas still ran much cooler than in Vale, making her thankful for the warmth provided by her furs and armor, and the addition of the werewolf at her side helped.
"Take your other form, Sundrop," she said, having pulled on simple boots as they exited and taking the opportunity to squeeze her waist one more time before backing away. "Dragons have no need to fear Atlas."
Yang smiled, relieved as she let go and transformed, stretching her wings out wide and yawning- gestures she'd normally keep to herself, considering how fearsome a yawning dragon looked to the casual observer.
But when she opened her eyes, Winter was there, excited and proud, beautiful and free.
... I'm ready when you are, she said, speaking directly to the werewolf and offering a reptilian smile when she didn't even bat an eye.
"Follow me." Winter turned and began walking through the fields.
Yang followed close behind and dipped her head low, listening intently as she recited little stories from her youth, legends turned bedtime stories, and a few of the more amusing near disasters that had occurred while they'd been apart, including the werewolf chasing one particularly foolish noble out of town herself after he'd made a rude comment about Blake.
On the ramparts, lilac eyes picked out the surprising new additions, unfurled sometime during the night: banners bearing the white snowflake on a black field, a white wolf above... and a yellow dragon curled below. It seemed Weiss had remained optimistic regarding her return. Guards passed with new yellow sashes over their chests, waving to the two, but none harassed them, and even the knights with their yellow badges greeted them cheerily.
It felt surreal still, even as they came around to the back of the castle, where brilliant, brand new stone stood out against its weathered counterpart, oak doors standing taller than even Yang's impressive height.
"Here.” Excited anticipation shone brightly in her eyes as Winter gestured towards the wood. “Open the doors."
With a furrow to scaly brows, Yang reared back on her hindlegs and grabbed onto two huge brass knockers and pulled. The sound of many cogs and chains being moved plus the squeaking of hinges rang out as the doors opened, revealing a large, open room just beyond, with smaller, human sized doors at the back wall. On the floor, a mural depicted a yellow dragon curled around one side of a circle with a white wolf on the other, the whole surface polished and smooth.
"It's not finished yet," Winter said, gesturing around. "Rather bare and all, but it's a nice start, I think."
You did all this? Not even knowing if I'd return?
"It was a multi-purpose project." She offered a small shrug. "Our soldiers have fought for so long, they haven't any other useful skills. Weiss called for any craft masters to come and over see the project; they taught the soldiers, gave them valuable lessons, a chance to be something other than a soldier." Hands clasped behind her back, gaze scanning the high walls and intricate moldings in the ceiling. "We opted to have it sized to accommodate a dragon without telling the workers; they thought the scale purely provided for multiple rotations of masters and students to work side-by-side." She looked back at Yang. "But... I did have hope."
Dropping back down to all fours, she walked forward, circling around the emblem and settling down. I like it.
Winter approached, running her hands along the scales under her chin, down her neck to her right arm, the enchanted prosthetic.
"One day, I'd like to hear the story," she said softly, sitting down against the dragon's chest. "How long will you stay?"
How long will you have me? Swinging her head around, she lightly set her nose on Winter's lap. I could train hunters, you know. All sorts; Atlas has no guild yet but that can change. I can teach them to be kind.
"You could respond to some calls yourself; I could go with you."
I think I'd like that. Her eyes fell closed, content and weary. But could you really stand the life of a Huntress?
"The better question is: do I want a life without you?" Lips pressed against her scales. "And the answer is: I'll do whatever it takes to be at your side, Sundrop. That's where I belong. I know that."
Yang's eyes opened slightly. Do you?
But the werewolf didn't falter, eyes flashing gold for a moment. "You told me to listen to my wolf. I did." She leaned forward, resting her forehead high against the dragon's snout. "You're my mate, Yang."
Wolves mate for life. She held her breath. Are you sure you want me?
"It's very telling that you ask that." Winter drew back, a frown touching her lips. "You worry I may be rushing forward but what of you? I'm sure, even if these feelings aren't returned-"
They are. Yang winced at how quickly she spoke, betraying her own hopes. It's just... my... own mother didn't want me. It's hard, sometimes, to think anyone else could.
Silence filled the room and she closed her eyes, the old wound never quite healed.
"One day, I want to know your life as well as I know mine." Winter sighed, anger at the edges of her eyes but pushed away in favor of calming reassurance. "Regardless of others' poor decisions, I've had plenty of time to think on this." Again, she drew the dragon's head close with a light touch. "I'm yours, Sundrop. However you want me." She wrapped her arms around Yang's snout as best she could. "You are kind and sure, compassionate and decisive- you had every chance to make things easy on yourself and you took the harder path for my sake, for others'. Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I've ever done, and I'd not change it for the world."
Yang curled her tail around the Princess, the best approximation of a hug she dared to give while in this form. No one's accepted all of me before. Bits and pieces, yes, but not everything. Not all of me.
"Consider that changed." The dragon relaxed, pushing forward just slightly.
... I do...
Doors opened and Yang cracked an eye to see who had entered the room, finding none other than the Queens striding towards them.
"The room in to your liking, I take it?" Weiss was hopeful, caught between rushing forward and remaining with her wife, who seemed on the verge of being annoying by the doting. "It could be a sleeping chamber, a living quarter, a ballroom- however you want it furnished."
She tilted her head, considering her options. A living space-
"Wha-" Weiss ducked her head while Blake went ramrod straight, both looking around. "What was-"
"That's just Yang." Winter chuckled, obviously amused by their reactions. "Her voice is a little different in this form."
"Well I'll say!" Weiss straightened out her cloak. "A little warning might've been nice."
"I'll admit, having four ears and not hearing through them is an odd experience."
The dragon lowered her head to the ground apologetically. Sorry.
Blake's expression smoothed out a moment later. "It's fine, Yang."
"Oh, yes, of course." Her wife nodded vigorously. "Just... startled, that's all." She coughed into her hand. "You were saying?"
A living space would be nice. She cringed. I've... never actually slept on a hoard. Guess I’m not a very good dragon. Seeing an opportunity, she swung her head towards Winter, nudging her side. I'm more prone to collecting beautiful people, not things.
"I hope I'm at least near the top of that collection." A hand stroked along her brow. You're the crown jewel.
She smirked. The only Princess for this dragon.
"Very well, then; I'll notify our carpenters, see what sort of furniture they might be inclined to make." Weiss turned away, muttering to herself.
That's... going to take a lot of wood.
"We've been using the expanded parts of the royal forest, clearing them away to return the land to its rightful owners," Blake said, a bit of pride in her voice.
"A solid plan all around." Winter glanced at Yang before patting her cheek. "I'm quite certain we'd both like a little more rest. We'll join you for the midday meal as best we can."
"We'll take it in here," her sister said, seamlessly breaking off her train of thought. "I'll notify Mother and Ruby; I think a family meal is in order to mark the occasion."
Yang smiled. Yeah... sounds good.
Curling up, the dragon waited until her companion had comfortably seated herself among loose coils, leaning back against Yang's belly, before she laid her head down and closed her eyes, basking in the morning sun streaming through the windows.
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For @misspandalily for the @yjficexchange Valentine’s Day event! I had so much fun with your prompt. I didn’t manage to fit in as much Conner/M’gann or Dick/Zatanna as you’d like, probably, sorry!
Spitfire Wreck-it-Ralph AU of sorts--Artemis, Solo Mission resident, has very good aim and a bone to pick with one speedy chowhound. Also, lemonade, smuggling, and discussions of what it means to be good or bad. Title from Owl City.
“Is it true that you tried using Wally for target practice?”
Artemis looked up from her bow to frown at M’gann, who was hovering nearby in her Ghost skin, just a blur against the dark night sky. It was always night in Solo Mission—added to the drama, supposedly. It got on Artemis’s nerves sometimes.
“He dodged,” Artemis pointed out, flicking off a bit of cotton candy fuzz. “He always dodges. He’s fast, it’s his thing.”
“Artemis…” M’gann shifted into her Alien skin and sat down. “You know, just asking him to go to Tappers with you would probably be an easier way to get his attention.”
Artemis sputtered. “I’m not trying to get his attention, I want him to leave me alone!”
“So you went to his game and shot arrows at him?” M’gann reached over to Artemis’s quiver and pulled off a piece of taffy bark before she could deny it.
“I was making a point,” Artemis said stiffly. “And I didn’t want to risk shooting at him here and having him not regenerate. You think I like pulling sugar off my stuff?”
M’gann continued looking skeptical and Artemis decided it was time to play dirty.
“You know, I was just about to go visit Conner’s corner of the game. He’s been practicing on the wrestling minigame again. Shirtless.”
M’gan made an adorable squeaking sound and went Ghost, fading into the background and drifting away. Artemis rolled her eyes, slung her bow over her back and jumped up into the trees, sneaking away.
Artemis was very good at sneaking. It was pretty much a requirement for being a sniper in a game about secret agents and operatives. Cheshire could still pull one over on her when the game was in two-player mode, but Artemis would maintain until their game was unplugged that powerups that could turn you invisible were cheating.
Speaking of Cheshire, Artemis hadn’t really seen her drifting around the Black Forest lately. As long as she was there in case someone wanted to select her at opening time, though, that wasn’t Artemis's problem.
Artemis made her way to the edge of the game and caught the train out of Solo Mission into the main concourse and then through to Enchantress.
Zatanna’s home was an example of just how creative bored game designers could get when the laws of physics didn’t have to apply. Staircases ran upside down and backwards, one floor might run directly into the one above it using an ordinary door, and a candle in one corner illuminated the next room over. It was hard to tell what was a glitch and what was intentional, and Zatanna wasn’t telling. Artemis had caught on to the fastest route after a few years visiting the Tower, though.
She pushed the gems on the wall in the right pattern and a section of bricks slid aside to show the hidden potion market level Zatanna used to host customers.
Tappers was more popular, and open on a schedule, but Artemis liked the Tower. It was quiet, and had decent drinks, and sometimes Zatanna would whip together potions that tasted strange but made Artemis feel loose and relaxed and less on-edge. Even if she wasn’t there, Artemis had a standing invitation to sit and rest, and it was somewhere reasonably private that wasn’t her barracks bunk at Solo Mission’s HQ or up a tree.
“Hello? Zee?” Artemis couldn’t see Zatanna behind the counter, so she wandered a little further in and plunked down on one of the stools. Her bow and quiver just fit under the counter, and she made sure to hook her foot through a strap so no one could swipe it.
Artemis—like Connor, and Cheshire, and everyone else from combat games—was never sure how much of her paranoia had been programmed in and how much was just her. But she didn’t regret it when a blur whooshed out of the back storeroom.
“Welcome to the Enchantress’s Tower, what can I—oh. It’s you.”
“Wally.” Artemis propped her chin on one hand, giving him her best dead-eyed stare. “Where’s Zatanna?”
“Over at Skyline, visiting Dick."
“And you’re here because…?”
“I owed her a favor.” He dusted his hands together quickly, but not so quick that Artemis didn’t catch a glimpse of a red streak.
“Are you smuggling her boosts from your game again?” Artemis asked.
“What? No,” Wally blurted out, a little too quickly.
She kept up the stare.
“Okay, maybe. A couple. It’s not like anyone else can really use them, they just taste good.”
“And if the Surge Protector catches you, you’ll be in big trouble,” she said flatly. She thought it had been a little too easy to get through the station. He must have been distracted trying to catch contraband.
“Well someone’s acting pretty holier-than-thou after shooting arrows at me!” he huffed.
“You dodged,” Artemis snapped, echoing the point she’d made earlier to M’gann. “I knew you could dodge, you knew you could dodge, and even if I had hit you, you were in your game, where you could have just picked up a burrito and been all fine and dandy in five seconds.”
“Burritos plants provide constitution boosts, not healing,” Wally corrected her.
“Right. Because that’s a very important distinction.”
“It is!”
Artemis drummed the fingers of her free hand on the countertop and sighed. “Could I just—get a lemonade? Quickly?”
“Hey, everything I do is quick.”
Artemis let the opportunity for innuendo pass, because she was never sure how much of that kind of thing Wally understood anyways. Her lemonade arrived at a reasonably fast rate, anyways.
“So eager to get out of here?” he asked, cleaning the juice he’d spilled off the counter.
“I don’t want to be here if the Surge Protector comes sniffing for contraband,” she admitted, and took a sip of what was actually pretty good lemonade.
“Why not?”
Artemis snorted into her glass. “Because I’m the first one he’ll look at. Do the words 'choose your own alignment’ mean anything to you? Solo Mission. One person. One mission. Not always nice. Sometimes I’m the good guy, sometimes I’m the bad guy. It all depends on what whoever’s steering wants. Surge Protector always thinks I’m always ready to pull something.”
“But—you wouldn’t.”
“Smuggle contraband? Nah, there’s nothing in my game that’s worth it.”
“No, I mean—be the bad guy. On your own, not what the players pick for you. That doesn’t matter anyways. You’re a good person.”
Artemis looked up at that, surprised. Wally was leaning on the counter, rag tucked under his arms and expression very earnest. She ended up looking down at her glass again, suddenly flustered. “Well—thanks. Wally. You’re a good person too. Smuggling aside.”
He grinned. “Why, thank you.”
Wally started wiping down glasses and there was a comfortable silence between them for a couple moments, until she blurted out, “I wouldn’t have shot you. Though.”
He looked up, something tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Really?”
“No. I’ve got better aim than that.”
“I know."
It was a quiet night. He wiped glasses and she drank her lemonade slowly and no one else came in until Zatanna came back looking giggly and it was time for them both to head back to their respective games before the arcade opened.
The next night, Artemis was hanging out in a taffy-and-cotton-candy tree again, trying to keep from staying in one place so long she got stuck and watching the path through the level for a running shape.
This time, she made sure that one of her net arrows was within reach, and when she saw an approaching red blur, she had it ready and arcing away at just the right time.
The yelp and thud was as satisfying as any victory medal for beating Cheshire or Conner to a target.
Artemis swung down out of the tree and landed on the grass next to Wally. He was pulling the net off his head, looking exasperated.
“Told you I had better aim than that.”
He rolled his eyes and tossed the bundle of cords and weights at her. “You could have just asked me to slow down.”
“I know.” She stuck the bundle under her head and leaned back to use it as a pillow, enjoying the sight of the bright blue sky. “This was more fun."
#Young justice#young justice fanfiction#Spitfire#Artemis Crock#yjficexchange#i like to imagine wally's game is sort of like Sonic? he runs around picking up food for powerups or to raise healing points or something#zatanna's Tower is mostly a puzzle game with different levels and riddles#M'gann has a bunch of different skins like how mario has frost or fire flowers#Solo Mission is just...secret agents doing stuff and the other characters try to stop them from completing their mission#different factions and stuff#two players can compete against each other or work together#these might not work as actual arcade games i know very little about video games DON'T JUDGE ME#her game is about an alien trying to blend in a bunch of different places so she gets a bunch of different abilities#skyline is a heist game#i have not written yj fic in ages this was SO MUCH FUN#and i like this AU a lot#sroloc writes stuff#This team thing might just work out#young justice fanfic#my fanfic
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a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?
Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of. And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?
Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.
[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]
[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]
[nooneasked for ur sass]
Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.
Well.
Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.
[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]
[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]
[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]
[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]
[yeah][who r u??]
[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]
[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]
[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]
Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.
[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]
[Chiaki?]
[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]
Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.
Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.
[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]
[yeah][why?]
[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]
[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]
[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]
Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.
[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]
[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]
[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]
[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]
[Thank you. You really saved me.]
Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.
[Doyour work.]
[I’m takinga break]
[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]
[You’re notdoing your homework]
[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.
You’recoming to it, right?]
[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]
[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]
[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]
[That’sa breach of privacy.]
[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]
[No.]
[JapaneseAND math?]
[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]
[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]
It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.
Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.
[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]
[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]
[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]
[Everythingokay?]
[yeahjust some shitty hw]
[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]
[historyis whatever][math is killing me]
[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]
[historyand english u just bs tho]
[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]
[wannatrade then?]
Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.
Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.
[Payattention and stop distracting me]
[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]
[Shush][I’m bored too]
[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]
[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]
[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]
[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]
[ushould be]
[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]
[fuckintry me]
[Is that achallenge?]
Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.
[jfc ur gonna break my phone]
[I win :D]
[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]
[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]
[Kuzuryuu?]
[I’m sorryif I made it weird]
[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]
[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]
[nicetypos]
[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]
[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]
[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]
[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]
[You areevil]
Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.
(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”
“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)
Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.
[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]
[uwent?]
[I promisedChiaki]
[u2 datin or somthn?]
[God no][We’ve known each other forever]
[doesntmean u havnt dated]
[Ew][She’s practically my sister]
[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]
[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]
[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]
[Haha][Your class seems really cool]
[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]
[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]
[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]
[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]
[Kuzuryuu?]
[uhavent looked me up?]
[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]
[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]
[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]
[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]
[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]
[ur entertainingfor now]
[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]
[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]
[u got somethingto say?]
[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]
[think carefullybout ur words hinata]
[I thought I wasentertaining?]
[toys can getbroken]
[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]
[HINATA]
[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]
[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]
[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]
[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]
[bein cautious isimportant]
[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]
[[image]]
[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]
[not that hard]
[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]
[securitysettings]
[Oh][Point]
It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.
[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]
[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]
[It’s agood picture of you]
[thanks]
Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.
(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.
Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)
Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.
(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”
Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”
“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”
Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)
[Oh my godhelp]
[what’dyou do?]
[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]
[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]
[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]
[udidnt answer]
[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]
[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]
[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]
[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]
[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]
[?]
[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]
[oh]
[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]
Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.
[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]
[yea][school stuff?]
[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]
[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]
[What?]
[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]
[No?][Where’d you hear that?]
[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]
[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]
[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]
[shescute tho]
[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]
[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]
[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]
[watabout me?]
[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]
[no]
[Am I notgetting more than that?]
[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]
[?????]
[shesnot a he]
[Oh][OH][You’re]
[homo]
[Oh]
[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]
[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]
[usaid that alredy]
[Well I am][Could have responded better]
[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]
[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]
[hypocritical?]
[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]
[nanami?]
[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]
[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]
[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]
[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]
[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]
[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]
[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]
[imgonna block u]
[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]
Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.
Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.
[I hateculture fests]
[culturefest?]
[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]
[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]
[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]
[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]
[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]
[no][y?]
[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]
[itsin aug]
[But yourname is FUYUhiko]
[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]
[But][That doesn’t make sense]
[blameour parents]
Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.
[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]
[?????]
[[image]]
[Where didyou get that???]
[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]
[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]
[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]
[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]
[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]
[Ha ha]
[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]
[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]
[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]
[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]
[No]
[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]
[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]
[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]
[imflirting wth u dumbass]
[Oh]
Hajime is typing…
Hajime is typing…
[uever gonna finish ur reply]
[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]
[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]
[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]
[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]
[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]
[andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]
[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]
[ustill havent answered me]
[You first]
[fucku i asked first]
[I askedsecond]
[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]
[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]
[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]
“…”
“…”
“…”
“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.
“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.
“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.
“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”
“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”
“Peko?”
Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”
Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”
Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.
#ask#kuzuhina#hinata hajime#kuzuryuu fuyuhiko#sdr2#dangan ronpa#danganronpa#super dangan ronpa 2#anonymous#my writing#tumblr fic
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