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goldengleams · 7 months

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game winner | ethan edwards

In which Ethan scores the game winner and wants to celebrate with you.

Based on this request: hi!!! how about something fluffy for ethan edwards? maybe like he’s being clingy after a game and the guys are making fun of you both

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hi!!! how about something fluffy for ethan edwards? maybe like he’s being clingy after a game and the guys are making fun of you both

The Michigan hockey team had won yet another game, this one being a thriller with a shootout. You had watched from the stands at Yost with all of your friends while cheering on the boys.

When Ethan had scored the winning goal, the whole arena had erupted in excited cheers. Even from the stands, you could see his big smile as his teammates crowded around him.

“That’s your boy!” Your best friend yelled next to you, shaking your arm. You laughed as she jumped up and down.

After dating Ethan for a while, you knew how talented he was, never doubting his athletic ability. Even though hockey was a world you weren’t familiar with, Ethan made sure to always include you with his friends and even tried to teach you how to skate. His friends quickly became your friends, too, and soon enough, you felt like a part of the group. You were closest with Mark and Luca since you had been in a class with each of them, but Ethan’s other teammates still cared about you just as much.

“I’m gonna wait for E to come out with the guys,” you called to her over the crowd. Your best friend was putting on her coat and already making plans to go out which you had declined in favor of seeing Ethan.

“Okay, Y/N! You going back to Ethan’s?” She asked.

You nodded, laughing to yourself about another night of cuddling in already too-small bed. While you always let out a few weak complaints, you never truly meant them. Cuddling with Ethan, especially when you could get the room to yourselves, was always a fun time.

You gave your best friend a hug and she climbed up the steps. You went the other way, knowing where to meet the guys after they went to the locker room and got ready to leave.

Absentmindedly, you scrolled through TikTok. There were already highlights of the game circulating with Ethan’s winning goal as the most exciting moment of the game. You smiled as you read the comments praising Ethan and the rest of the hockey team.

A few minutes later, you heard the door opening and saw Luca and Adam walking out. Both stopped to give you a hug, but Adam quickly said goodbye so he could meet up with his girlfriend.

Luca opted to stay with you, chatting about the game and the upcoming test in your class.

“You guys played awesome tonight,” you said, and Luca thanked you. Ethan was definitely the star of the night, but you knew that the other boys were still just as important.

“Ethan should be out soon, once he’s done soaking up the praise,” Luca teased. Luca had introduced you to Ethan when you were working on a group project last semester and you two had been inseparable ever since.

“I just texted him that you’re out here, he’ll come running out when he knows his shadow is waiting,” Luca said. You quickly smacked his chest in response and he let out a meek groan.

“I learned how to chirp from Ethan, so watch it, Luca,” you laughed. You both knew Ethan liked to soak in the post-game atmosphere, especially after a close win.

After a few minutes, you heard the door open again and watched a steady stream of boys walk out. You couldn’t see Ethan at first, but then you heard that familiar laugh and saw his hair flowing as his head was thrown back. Just the sight of him made you weak in the knees, and you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing through you.

You pushed away from the wall where you were leaning and stood up straight, practically bouncing on your toes with excitement.

You were about to call Ethan’s name when he looked up and you locked eyes. He rushed over to give you a hug. Ethan was squeezing you hard but it didn’t matter, it felt like you two were the only ones in the world.

“I’m so proud of you, Ethan,” you mumbled into his chest. He pulled away from you and planted a kiss on your lips, hand finding the back of your neck to guide you to him.

“That’s all I need to hear,” he muttered against your lips. You were aware that the two of you were standing right in the middle of the hallway with Ethan’s bag blocking more space, but you really couldn’t care less. Ethan and you were pretty affectionate in public and the guys were used to it.

It never stopped the teasing, though.

“Oh my god, I’m literally about to witness the creation of a child,” you heard from a familiar voice. Rutger made a gagging noise which set the whole group off into laughter.

“Let them live, Rutger,” you heard Nolan say.

“I’d like to live without seeing my two friends stick their tongues down each other’s throats,” he called back.

“I second that!” Mark said as he started to walk past the two of you.

You pulled away once he said that, realizing that you were getting a little too comfortable in the locker room hallway. Ethan whined at your movement, pulling you into another hug.

“Come over to my room?” Ethan asked.

“I was already planning on it,” you answered, smiling up at Ethan’s face.

“You guys are gross,” Rutger said in a sing-song voice.

“This is why you’re single and I have the best girlfriend ever, Rut,” Ethan said shamelessly. You hid your face to suppress your laugh but you heard the other boys laughing and agreeing anyways.

You wiggled out of Ethan’s grasp to give a few of the other boys a hug. Dylan was the last to walk past the two of you, offering you both a smirk.

“Uh oh, Y/N, Eddy’s clingy tonight,” Dylan joked. “Looks like you have a whiny winner on your hands.”

“I think I can manage,” you said.

“I’d like him returned to us by Sunday at midnight, no later or you’ll both be grounded,” Dylan said and you both laughed.

“You have my word, Mr. Duke,” you promised. Once Dylan left, it was only you and Ethan left in the hallway. He looked like a tired puppy with his hair falling in front of his eyes.

“You played awesome, babe,” you whispered. “Can’t believe I’m dating the best player on the team.”

Ethan gave you a big smile and said thank you. He was always so humble about his accomplishments that you made sure you gave him praise as much as you could.

“Ready to head out?” You asked.

“And ready to cuddle and watch a movie and eat some good snacks,” he said as he grabbed his bag to start walking. He kept rambling about what movie to watch as you walked out of the arena. Ethan was a big softie who just loved to spend quality time together, which you adored.

“But I’m most excited just to be with you, Y/N,” Ethan said, making you weak in the knees yet again. You took his hand and followed him out, feeling like the luckiest girl ever.

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I finally wrote something after surviving midterm week at college!! I'm on break now so hopefully more will be coming :)) enjoy!

#ethan edwards #michigan hockey #umich imagine #umich boys #umich hockey #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine

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hinasakuino · 4 months

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Noisy

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Mentions of nipple play, vaginal fingering oral (female receiving) PIV sex, some dirty talk bc Im feral for Geto tbh!

A/N: My first piece of writing for 2024 because I completely slept my entire break (I start school next week praying the spring semester is good to me!) anyways this is purely self indulgent but I hope you alll enjoy <3 pinky promise nanami one shots are finally edited and ready to be posted 🫶🏾 enjoy and remember likes, comments and reblog are always appreciated!

“Geto, we can’t,” You whisper breathlessly. You turn your head when he leans in to kiss you again. He scoffs and opts to trail kisses on your jaw.

“Why not? You’re a consenting adult. I’m also a consenting adult. What’s stopping us from enjoying ourselves?” He mumbles. He doesn’t give you time to answer because he turns your face back to him, capturing your lips in a kiss. You break it easily, holding back a moan, and give him a pointed look that makes him frown.

“I’m being so serious. Your roommate is next door,” You whine. He sighs and presses his face in the crook of your neck, groaning. You giggle and try to push him off of you, but he stays in place, his hands still groping you, only stopping when you make a noise of disapproval when his hands knead your thighs.

“That’s never stopped us before,” He mumbles. You sigh and run your hands through his hair and try to calm your racing heart. He’s right; you and Geto went at it almost all the time you came over, but that was before you knew of his best friend slash roommate. Last week, after an amazing session, you went to get water for the both of you and there he was, coming out of the kitchen and almost knocking you down. You wouldn't have been embarrassed to meet under such circumstances had you worn clothes, but you had quickly thrown on Geto’s shirt and no pants.

“Oh, Sorry, didn’t know Geto had company,” He smiled while looking you over before quickly making his way to his room. You stumbled back into Geto’s room without the water, ignoring Geto’s complaints of being thirsty. You climbed back in bed, curling into a ball of shame at the realization that his roommate had heard EVERYTHING.

Since then, you’ve been trying to be considerate, hosting Geto at your place twice so far, but he complained about how his bed was much bigger and convinced you to come over tonight.

His roommate, Satoru, was in the living room when you both walked into the apartment, kissing and knocking over the shoe rack by the door. That was almost two hours ago, and it was already nearing 11 pm. Usually, you’d get right to the deed, but you convinced Geto to put a movie on until his roommate was in his room fast asleep, but the fucking guy was still in the living room playing video games, and well, Geto was impatient as ever, caressing your breast every time the screen flashed dark in a scene. His fingers twirled your nipples until you were squirming and whimpering, gasping, when he stopped suddenly. You’d look up at him ad frown, and he’d just smile, acting all innocent, pissing you off to no end. This continues throughout the entire movie, and now, as the credits roll, he starts his onslaught of kisses, teasing you, getting you so desperate for him. Unfortunately for Geto, you weren’t going to break.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want to disturb him. c'mon, we should go to my place,” You say, kissing his temple when he whines.

“Or we could just fuck and go to bed, seriously? I asked him before I came home. He doesn’t care,” He says, lifting his head up with a cheeky smile. You don’t believe him, but you also don’t question it when he leans forward to kiss you slowly. This time, he nips at your bottom lip and swallows the moan you let out.

“Fuck you got me so hard right now,” He whispers gruffly against your lips. To prove his point, he grinds against you, and you grab fistfuls of his shirt, letting out a broken moan.

“You like that?” He smirks when you nod and meet his thrust, pushing your hips up to swivel against his erection.

“Oh, I bet I can make you come from this alone; get that pussy nice and wet for me,” He groans when you whimper. You can feel your pussy throbbing against him.

“Geto, please,” You whisper out. He ducks his head down, and you lean up for a kiss, pouting when he pulls away. You sit up just a little, attempting to kiss him again, but he moves and sits all the way up, leaving you wanting and pouting.

“You’re being mean,” You say, following him in sitting up. You smirk when he makes a surprised noise when you settle on his lap, directly on his hard cock, and it feels so delicious nestled against your pussy when you rock forward.

“But Satoru is still awake. We can’t,” He mimics your voice a few pitches higher, and you cross your arms over your chest.

“It’s not funny! You know I can be…loud sometimes,” You mumble, falling forward to pout in his chest. He laughs a throaty laugh and wraps his arms around you, hands settling on your hips, rocking you slowly.

You gasp and brace yourself against him, your hands going right around his neck, holding on as he continues to make you grind against him.

“Just imagine, I could be inside this pussy already, princess, making you cream all over my cock, get you real messy. You know I love it when you make a mess,” He says mockingly. It shoots pleasure straight to your pussy, and you nod in agreement, finally lifting your head to kiss him.

“Gonna let me fuck you baby?” He asks, breathless and panting. You’re nodding your head before he’s asked the question, taking off your top in the process.

“That’s a good girl,” He moans, helping you unhook your bra. He takes his shirt off next, throwing it on the side of the bed before pulling you close so that you’re chest to chest.

“Your titties are so soft baby, lemme just,” He trails off and pushes you back so you’re lying on the bed, only in your underwear, having discarded your jeans way earlier in the night. With him staring down at you, you feel completely exposed. You cover your face and let out a little sigh when he takes both breasts in his hands.

“Look at my shy baby,” He coos at you, leaning over you completely. He’s quick to kiss across your chest, capturing a nipple easily, making you arch your back and moan. He wastes no time in working you up, either. He flicks his tongue over the hardened bud before sucking on it again while he rolls the other one with his fingers.

“Bet this pussy is soaked,” He teases you, switching to do the same thing to your other nipple, enjoying the way you bite down on your fist to hold back a moan.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He asks innocently, and you’re at a loss for words, only gasping and whining at him in response. He chuckles, letting his hands drag down to your panties. He snaps the elastic against your skin before leaning forward to kiss the pain, and then he yanks them down, leaving you bare and exposed.

“Need you to help me, baby. You have to hold my hair back,” He says the words slowly and helps you gather some of his hair in your fist. You do your best holding all of his hair back but lose all composure immediately when his lips press a kiss right to your clit.

“C’mon baby, you’re supposed to be helping me,” He pretends to scold you, sucking a mark on your inner thigh harshly. You groan, sitting up more to gather his hand in your fist again, and he does it again. This time you’re sure to keep his hair out of the way, and he hums in approval, licking slowly up your slit.

“Thank you, baby,” He says, lifting his head before diving back in. He spreads your legs wider, slurping up your wetness in such an obscene manner the moan you let out is loud, but you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when Geto brings his fingers in on the action, rubbing the most precise circle on your bud you’re seeing stars.

“Gonna make my pretty girl cum,” He mummers against you. You nod, though he can't see, and pull his face back to your center, grinding your hips against his mouth. He’s filthy now, sucking and slurping everything you offered him, groaning when he feels your walls clenching around his fingers tightly. He can barely breathe from how tight you’re holding him, but he thrives on it, grinding his cock into the mattress as you bring yourself closer to an orgasm.

It’s too much. Makes you gasp when you finally feel that snap that had pleasure exploding throughout your body, throwing your head back to call out Geto’s name in an embarrassingly high-pitched voice. He coos at you, still kissing and sucking you through your orgasm until you’re whimpering, grip loosening on his hair.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth and crawls back up, kissing you filthy. You feel so lightheaded you have to tap him and pause, panting in the space between you both.

“Geto, I need you,” You whine once you catch your breath. His hand lingers in between your thighs, still kneading it in his hands, making you throb.

“Look at you, I’ve gotten you worked up. You’re begging for my dick, huh?” He smirks, he’s already undoing the buckle of his pants

He sits back, holding your legs together tightly, nudging his dick in between your thighs, sticky and slick with your orgasm still.

“I could just do this instead, hm, you like that? I’d fuck your thighs, leaving this cunt so needy for me,” He says teasingly. You shake your head quickly, hands fumbling to reach in between yourself.

“Ah-Ah,” He catches you and releases your legs to hold your hand, intertwined as the other wraps around his dick, slapping sticky against your dripping pussy.

“Tell me you want this dick,” He groans when the tip catches on your opening. He almost sinks in, but he needs to hear the desperation in your voice, so he forces himself to hold out on sinking into your warm heat, enjoying the way you struggle to control your voice.

“Geto, babe, fuck,” You grunt out, averting your eyes from his.

“C'mon baby, let me hear you,” He urges you, equally as desperate.

“Fuck me, Geto, please?” You whine out, and he sinks into you without warning, slow and delicious, savoring the way your walls spasm around him.

“Oh, I’m not gonna last long,” He warns when you squeeze around him, pulling him into your heat. He easily picks up the pace, dragging his cock in and out of your walls in firm deep strokes. You feel yourself ready for your second orgasm of the night.

“Why is this pussy so good?” He asks; it’s rhetorical, but the way he moans in your ear is absolutely filthy and has you clawing at his back.

“You gonna come for me, princess?” He asks, kissing your exposed neck. You moan in reply, nodding and holding onto his biceps.

“Let me feel it, make a mess, go ahead, I got you,” He grunts. He gets his arm under you, holding you in place as he talks you through it. His hips stutter when you come, gripping his harm so tight he hisses from the pain and pumps again before coming inside you. He inhales shakily and falls forward on top of you. His weight offers comfort to you as you float abc down from a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I have to pee,” You say, voice hoarse. Geto whines but sits up, whimpering as he pulls his now half-hard dick out of you.

“C'mon I’ll help you,” He offers, helping you stand up and walk carefully across the room and into the bathroom. You sit on the toilet, your body already feeling heavy with sleep. Geto falls into the routine of starting the shower while you use the restroom.

“I’m gonna get you some water, but feel free to hop in without me,” He says quickly, throwing on a hoodie and some sweats.

Your eyes go wide, and you look at him in horror.

“Geto, we were loud,” You groan, covering your face in embarrassment. You’re about to continue your dramatics when you hear Geto laughing.

“What the hell is so funny?” You asked, still feeling mortified.

“Satoru left hours ago. He’s just lazy and left everything on again,” He guffaws when your eyes go wide and you flip him off.

“Asshole!” You call out, and he laughs louder as he exits the room.

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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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— friends, lmh.

pairing: minho x gn!reader genre: angst warnings: profanity, kissing, minho is a jerk, not proofread. word count: 1.1k notes: here's the lee know angst i promised. lol. it's from the poll, but anyway, i've got a short free time tonight so here it is! don't forget to comment and reblog! thank you lovely ♡

his back met the white wall painfully as you pushed him against it. a wince of pain from his mouth escalated quickly but he drew a smirk on his face. he never felt so sincere with you to begin with. if it weren’t for jisung telling you how minho has been doing shits behind your back, you’d be one gullible person with an innocent perspective. you know it is risky to have this kind of relationship with him, but you can’t blame yourself for falling in love. he gave signs of affection but they were all mixed signals. you shouldn’t act like this, being all hurt and crying until your mascara runs down your cheeks. what’s the point of crying over a player?

“what the hell are we?” you asked, tears streaming down your face.

minho just let out a soft chuckle, not giving a shit on what you were feeling that night. the question keeps repeating all the time, yet he couldn’t give you a decent answer. maybe he’s just playing with you after finding out you like him despite the rumors (which were proven true). a player who loves to leave broken pieces of fragile hearts. he is that jerk. all those feelings you have and the days being spent with you mean nothing to him. if he is this heartless, he shouldn’t have played the game in the first place.

“fuck you!” your voice echoes through the quiet room of your apartment. his face was hard to read, and his eyes seemed to be sympatheticーnothing.

maybe there were times that he used to hold you when you were crying and upset with him, a kiss would seal all the complaints and his touch would make your body burn, wanting for more. he did things that made you fall into his trap but never reassured you what kind of relationship you have. you could feel how you were treated like an object when he wakes up usually at 5 in the morning from your bed as you lie naked underneath the sheets. minho often stays with youーthe controversy of doing this without any label made you question your worth.

maybe you were just blinded by love that you couldn’t see his flaws. maybe he is a skilled player that could make his victims swoon over him. shit blow things up and you couldn’t get up. you love him so much that you just want to be used and be gullible. but jisung’s nagging made you come through. you wanted to be more than just friends with benefits and yet minho wanted to remain the same. he doesn’t love you, none of those affections were real and even if you get mad at him, nothing will change anything. minho is still that jerk.

“i thought we agreed that we’re just friends,” he said, sounding like a total asshole. of course, he knew, he always knew.

“but i love you!” you cried. minho just stared back, confused as to why you were acting like this. everything means nothing.

“well i don’t, y/n,” he said. “don’t be so dramatic about this,” the sound of your palm slapping his cheek was loud enough to leave him in shock. it was painful, but nothing compares to what you were feeling. minho stood there frozen for being caught off guard. “y/n,”

your hands were shaking, eyes darted on him filled with pain as your tears never stopped streaming. maybe he might have a change of heart or develop some feelings for you, even for one bit. he saw you so bent out of shape. you admit that you are also at fault for letting down your guard when you totally agreed to be just friends with benefits and now you’re here.

“am i really nothing? those things we did were nothing?” you asked as your voice cracked and shaky. he never saw you being so hyped up before and now he’s sure that you really want to blow shit up.

“you don’t really understand do you?” minho scoffed. “we’re just friends y/n, nothing is really up with usー”

“tell me we weren’t just friends! this doesn’t make much sense to me minho!” you said. “fuck! ignore that friends-with-benefits bullshit, iー” you paused, running your hands on your face. “fuck, i can’t believe i fell for you. i’m getting some fresh air,” you said and were about to take the exit from your apartment when he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around as he pulled you closer to his bodyーa hand around your waist, and his hand wrapping your wrist lightly. he stared straight into your eyes, you were left dumbfounded when he looks at you with a serious look, an expression that is confusing and hard to read. “what the fuck are you doing? let me go you fucker!” you said, but he didn’t listen.

“i didn’t know you would act up like this y/n,” he smiled as he turned you around, pushing you as your back hits the wall. jerk. you looked at him, unknown of your feelings yet your heart started to beat faster than usual. why is your heart so fragile when it comes to him anyway? he’s not even your boyfriend. “do you like me that much?” he smirked as you avoided his eye contact but his fingers grabbed your chin to face him again, cheeks started to flush yet your eyes filled with irritation.

“you heartless jerk,” you retorted when his lips met yours. his hand fell on your name, pulling you closer for much access to your lips as he gives a desperate one. you tried to push him away but he would just keep on pulling you deeper. his kisses never fail to give you butterflies in your stomach but right now, you don’t know anymore. there were several attempts of pushing him away until he decided to let go. the kiss is not worth it anymore. you hate him as much as you hate yourself for getting caught in his trap. maybe it was time to put an end to things. minho never loved you. it was just a game where he would use you for his past time and pleasure.

you left your apartment that night and minho stared at the door where you took the exit. maybe it was all wrong and he was desperate about you. but the fact that the damage has already been done, he wouldn’t be able to fix things now. the regret he felt, the sadness and heartbreakーmaybe minho felt something for you, even if just a smidge. but how would he be able to get you back when you cut it all off? a sigh escaped from your lips as you burned all the pictures you had with him, but then there’s minho who keeps on staring at your window from the street, wanting to change and make up. yet he knew it won’t be all easy.

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suchalonelysunflower · 9 months

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I Hear a Symphony (c.h)

You, Again Spin Off

Pairing: Soulmate! Calum Hood x Soulmate! Fem! Reader

Summary: it’s the most important day of Luke’s life, and, even if Calum doesn’t know it yet, it would be his as well

Warnings: Fluff, kinda angsty but not Sunny’s type of angst. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.2 K

Authors Note: OKAY, this does not mean I’m back posting every week like I used to, but it’s something. Thank you for the 2K 🥹🩷 more things are coming, I promise. But like give me time cause I’m moving continents this month. Please remember to REBLOG the works you like, that’s super important to keep writers (me) going, as well as COMMENTS LIKES AND REACTIONS. PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading 🥰🦋🌻

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He could hear the sound of nervous pacing echo through his head as he rubbed the tip of his thumbs over his eyes. It was a normal occurrence as lately, they’ve all grown accustomed to Luke’s endless worrying. But everyone has their limits, and Calum’s all but reaching it at this point.

“Mate, sit the fuck down!” He said, a bit more harshly than he intended in the first place.

“Yeah!” Michael seconded without paying much attention to them, sitting across the room on the couch, with no pants and a bowl of Cheetos sitting next to him as he played yet another game of FIFA “You’re gonna run out your shoes before you walk down the aisle”

Calum glared at him for that comment.

“What?! That can happen?!” Luke shouted as he immediately jumped to the bed and took off his shoes to inspect them.

“Of course not” Calum sighed, going up to Michael and flicking him on the forehead, ignoring his complaint “But you do need to calm down”

Luke’s been erratic these past few weeks as the big day approached. They’ve all had their fair share of laughs at the “bridezilla’s” post on Reddit every once in a while. But they never thought that their best friend would ever turn into a “groomzilla” Calling them in the middle of the night for their opinions about ties and eyeliner color; overhearing phone calls in the office with vendors about how “teal” was not the same thing as “cerulian”; almost having an aneurysm when Ashton said he was going to shave his head… to name a few.

Although - Calum thought - that term was not fair to Luke at all. He could understand the man being nervous about his own wedding and wanting everything to be perfect. Especially as his best man - aka the man who made sure everything was not in shambles after Luke ended up crying on the office kitchen floor at 2 p.m. on a Wednesday - What he did not get was his underlying fear of his soulmate running away at the last minute.

“I’m sorry!” Luke moaned, hiding his face in his hands as he lay down on the bed “It’s just- what if she just decides she doesn’t want this anymore?”

“You’re joking, right?” Calum sighed as he sat next to Luke.

Calum knew the whole story of their love. When he first met Luke on his first day at the company, the first thing he noticed was the mark on his skin. He remembers a blushing Luke smiling shyly at him while he rubbed his fingers unconsciously over the mark as he told them the story of how he met his soulmate. It was the first time Calum met someone so young and so in love, at least until Michael met his soulmate, but that is a whole other story - and albeit a more dramatic one.

When Luke told them he was going to propose, no one took it as a surprise. It was just how it was supposed to be for them. At least that’s what Calum thought. If he was being honest, all the idea of soulmates and having one person to love for the rest of your life seemed… weird.

He knows he should not have those thoughts out loud, and he probably agrees with Ashton’s theory that maybe it was just because he hadn’t found his yet. But, what was he supposed to think? That magically, somewhere around the world, there was someone destined to be with him? And that they would love him back? It just doesn’t seem real.

But then… He turns toward Luke, who’s now observing his mark, touching it so delicately as if it were to fall. He noticed how his lips moved to say his lover’s name as he sighed. Then, he looks over at Michael, whose mark got him a novella out of that story, and how he smiles at the text his soulmate probably sent. He thinks about how their smiles change when they’re around their loved ones; how they talk about them, as if they were the most interesting people in the world and no one could compare to them. And Calum knows. He just knows that’s how love is supposed to be.

And, he knows he’s never felt that before. Not in the receiving or giving end of the bargain.

He has had partners before. Someone to take the loneliness away from his hands and put them to good use. A distraction, maybe, from feeling so empty. But those relationships never lasted more than a season. His lips never uttered the word “love” to someone before.

Maybe he’s not supposed to.

“Ayooooo!” Ashton shouted as he came barging into their hotel suite, letting the door hit the wall and making Michael drop the bowl of Cheetos on the floor “Who’s ready to party!”

Immediately, Luke got up from the bed with erratic eyes.

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Whatever do you mean?” Ashton faked innocence. Calum rolled his eyes

“Give it up, Ash,” He said, getting up from the bed as well “It’s getting late and Luke hasn’t killed anyone, yet. And I have no problem letting him start with you”

“You,” Ashton pointed at him “Are no fun. I just went to grab my tux! I left it at home so that I couldn’t damage it as other people did”

Michael raised his hands “In my defense, no one should’ve brought orange soda into the tux fitting!”

Luke ran a hand through his face. Calum thought it was fortunate that he didn’t do his makeup yet.

“Just tell me you got them”

“Got what?”

“The wha- THE RINGS?!”

“What rings?”

“Okay,” Calum said, putting himself between a very confused Ashton and a bull-raging-looking Luke “This ain’t funny anymore, Ash”

“I’m not trying to be funny, 'cause you know I’ll be hilarious. But I seriously have no idea what you two are on about”

At that moment, Calum could see everything in slow motion.

He noticed the way Luke’s neck vein nearly exploded. He heard the slow whistle from Michael as he got out of the way completely. And he watched Ashton’s eyes go from joyful to meet the angel of death in Luke’s stare as he started to run across the room while the soon-to-be groom chased him.

“Hey, hey, HEY!” Calum yelled just in time for Ashton to trip on Michael’s shoes, taking Luke by surprise and making him stop on his steps “Let’s take a damn moment and figure this out, okay?! Ashton, you don’t have the wedding rings?”

“No.” He said from the floor “Why on Earth would I have them?! You’re the best man!”

“Because I gave them to you, you ass!” Luke shouted, nearly on the brink of tears.

“No you fucking didn’t, mate!” Ashton groaned as he sat down “Believe me, I would’ve known!”

“Yes, I did! At the rehearsal dinner two nights ago, I told you to guard them with your life!”

“No, Luke-” Ashton frowned and got up and went to pick something from his bag “You gave me these. Which at the time I thought it was weird, but no questioning the groom I guess”

What he showed the rest of them was a little black velvet box that contained… nothing. It was completely empty.

Luke’s demeanor completely changed from angry to defeated. Calum swore he could see the five stages of grief run through his friend’s eyes as he sat back down on the bed.

“That’s not- those aren’t-” He stammered “That’s the engagement ring box. I- I don’t know-”

In an instant, his baby blue eyes filled with tears that could not stop running down his face. A chain of curse words mixed with painful whimpers and sobs ran through him and echoed into the empty room. The remaining three friends just looked at each other in shock, not knowing how to approach or how to comprehend anything that was happening.

“Oh my god!” Luke cried “She’s going to leave me! She’ll know I lost the rings and she’ll walk out in an instant. I fucked up! Oh for god’s sake, I ruined everything!”

“Luke-”

“What am I going to even say to her?! Oh god, she’s probably thinking of ways to escape this!”

“Luke!”

“I’m going to end up alone and- and - and- and my mark will disappear! I- I don’t wanna be markless again?!”

“For fuck’s- LUKE!” Calum shouted, grabbing the sobbing groom by the shoulders and shaking him out of his state “Calm the fuck down! We’re going to figure this out and you’re getting married today!”

“But how?!”

“Just-” And then Calum realized he had no idea how to actually fix this, but he had to come up with a plan. Fast “You gave Ash the wrong box, we know that and it was an accident. But, is there any way the box with the rings just got mixed up? Maybe the rings are in the other box and-”

“And they’re exactly where you left them,” Michael chimed in. Nodding at Calum and Ash “We can go find them”

“But I don’t know where they are! They could be anywhere!” Luke whined, “Our house, with the bridal party, at the office…”

“Why would they be in the office?”

“I don’t know! I took them everywhere just to make sure I didn’t lose them”

Calum sighed and stood back. It’s game time.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” He said, seriously “Luke, you stay here. Try to compose yourself, I’ll call Jack to help you get ready and to help you look through your luggage. Ash, you’re going to their house. Look into every drawer that you can find, even the bathroom and kitchen. Michael, obviously you’re going to the office.”

“Duh”

“And I’ll go to where the bridal party is, if it’s not there I’ll go with Ash”

“Wait,” Luke said, drying his tears “I don’t want her to know that I lost them. If you go there and tell her-”

Calum just put up his hand and smirked “You’re talking to an expert here, mate. She won’t even know I’m there” He then nodded and put his hand on Luke’s shoulder “Let’s get you to that altar”

The bridal party was getting ready at the penthouse on the top floor of the hotel, which later would become the marital suite for both Luke and his new bride. Calum went up to the door, ready to knock. But then he would chicken out and do a few laps along the corridor to gain some sort of courage.

“It’s okay,” He told himself “You’re gonna do great, not embarrass Luke and save his wedding. Yeah. You’re a good friend, Calum. Good friend. Great friend, even. Maybe I should ask for a complimentary gift from their honeymoon-”

“Are you seriously giving yourself a pep talk out loud?”

Calum shrieked and jumped at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Turning around to see a lady smiling at him with her eyebrow raised. She was wearing one of the hotel’s complimentary robes with sandals and had her hair and makeup done, as well as a bucket of ice in her hands.

“I- I-” Calum cleared his throat as he composed himself “I’m just… trying to-”

He blinked a couple of times, wondering the reason as to why he seemed out of words when he looked at her waiting for an answer. With that smile and those beautiful eyes looking straight at him… She was pretty. Gorgeous even.

Calum had seen his fair share of pretty people around and about, but this stranger was just as if she were casting a spell on him the moment he set eyes on her. Like Medusa freezing him over with her beautiful stare.

Soon, he returned to his senses enough to extend a hand to her.

“Sorry,” He smiled “I’m Calum, Luke’s best man”

The girl smiled, shaking his hand “Oh, I thought I recognized you from somewhere! I’m Luke’s cousin, Y/N”

Alarm bells started shouting the words “OFF LIMITS” inside Calum’s head the moment she uttered those words.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah,” She smiled, and oh, how Calum wished she didn’t.

“But- but I haven’t seen you? I mean, at the rehearsal dinner and stuff”

Y/N sighed “Yeah, working out of state can be a pain in the ass sometimes. My flight got delayed a good 24 hours. I arrived last night and I’m already spent” She laughed “Anyway, I’m sure you have something important to do, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Being the best man and all”

Then Calum remembered his task.

“Oh shit! Right. Uhm… I’m gonna need your help” He stepped closer to her and whispered “You see, I’m on a mission”

“Like a secret mission?” She whispered back.

“Exactly. Here’s the deal…”

After he explained the situation and pretended not to notice the way in which Y/N’s eyes set on him with such brightness in them or the way her perfume seemed to hold his thoughts captive at her proximity. They both came up with a plan.

“And the bride cannot know, right?”

“For the sake of Luke’s nerves… yeah, better not”

Y/N giggled, making Calum take a moment just to wish it could happen again. And another to wonder why that was.

“Okay, follow me”

Calum walked behind her, careful not to get into her space as she used her key to open up the door. Luckily, the rest of the party was getting ready at the other side of the room, just as she told him they were. So all Calum had to do was sneak up the other side into the room and rummage through Luke’s bags. Easy enough.

But when have things ever been easy for any of them?

“Hey, Y/N!” A voice ran through the room, making them both panic as Y/N pushed Calum outside of the room again, holding the door with one hand behind her “There you are!”

Calum, still in shock from the abrupt shove, couldn’t hear most of the conversation the girl was having with another bridesmaid. He just noticed her hand out to hold the door so that he wouldn’t be shut out. And then, he noticed her mark.

It was as if a bucket filled with cold water had been dumped on him when he looked at the little dove tattooed on her skin. His face morphed into the disappointment his heart was bleeding out. Feeling the way his lungs stopped breathing as a warm, dreaded sensation ran through his body.

He didn’t know, nor could he comprehend that sudden sadness that took over him just by looking at her mark. Why did it matter so much to him? He literally just met her out in the hall. He should’ve known or even expected her to have someone already, how could she not? In the brief minutes that he’d known her, he already knew she was special. Just… just not special for him.

“Calum!” He heard her hiss through the door.

“I’m here!” He whispered back, trying to tint his voice with something other than disappointment.

Y/N then grabbed his hand blindly and pulled him into the room, making them crash their bodies as she closed the door behind him. Her strength was a bit misplaced as she ended up backtracking into the wall and taking Calum with her, pushing them together against the wall.

She looked back at him, and Calum could barely breathe. His eyes went straight to her lips, parting and waiting for words to come out. So close to him that her eyelashes could blow winds into the brown forest of his eyes. Just one more, little push and he could have his lips drinking from the secret poison of her mouth.

But he couldn’t. Not when she already belonged to someone else.

So he stood back, giving her a little nod as he made his way toward the room. Y/N followed him, making sure to stand guard at the door in case any other person wanted to come in.

“His bags are on the right side,” She whispered through the other side of the door.

“Great, it shouldn’t take me lo-oh. Oh shit”

“What?!”

“Luke’s got like six bags here!” Calum whispered-shouted, already wanting to cry “How on Earth could a person own so many clothes?!”

Y/N stifled a laugh “That sure sounds like my cousin. But don’t worry, his bride got like eight. No wonder they’re amazing together”

“Yeah,” Calum agreed as he started to go through the first bag “Can you believe that he’s scared shitless she’s going to run off?”

“What?! She’s totally head over heels for him. I’ve known them my whole life, there aren’t more deserving people of that kind of love. They truly are made for each other, real soulmates”

Calum gave her a small smile even though she couldn’t see it.

“You know?” She said, with a sigh “I have to admit that I never truly believed that could be possible.”

“What?”

“Loving someone like that”

Calum stopped for a moment looking through bag number three, that same tug on his heart appearing that he chose to ignore. Y/N continued.

“I knew soulmates were real. But I always got that feeling that it couldn’t just be that perfect, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it” He answered, opening bag number four.

“The thought of loving someone like that for the rest of your life, it’s scary. So I understand why Luke might feel like that. Like it’s just such a perfect dream you might wake up from one day. But seeing him with his girl, and seeing the rest of my friends live their lives with their happy endings. They are all living in symphonies and I’m just here trying to figure out the tempo” She laughed

Calum looked back at the door, smiling sadly at her words that mirrored his thoughts so perfectly. His hand went through the fifth bag blindly, finally touching a velvety surface. His eyes widened.

“I know one day I’ll-”

“Holy shit I’ve-”

“Find it”

“Found it!”

Both of them kept quiet for a few seconds after that.

“Wait- you found them?”

“What?” Calum turned, taking the small box from the bag and walking up to the door “But- you have a mark”

“I don’t-”

Silence again. Time stopped. The beats of Calum’s heart could echo in those moments. He knows what he saw. He knows the dove is right there.

Then, the door opens. Y/N stood there with teary eyes. Her hand was delicately touching the mark she now noticed. But she wasn’t looking at it, no. Instead, her attention was solely on Calum, who was standing right in front of her, confused.

She took his hand, he offered no fight. She opened the button of his shirt and lowered the sleeve. Finally, the two of them could breathe.

“Cal…” She said, lips forming a smile.

“Oh my god,”

There it was, drawn on his delicate skin: A dove.

“Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?” A voice could be heard saying from the other side of the suite.

Calum looked up, and in a second he had her by the waist as he hurried them over to the closet and closed the door. He put a hand over her mouth and waited as footsteps came closer.

“I don’t think she’s here,” One of the bridesmaids said as they entered the room “Maybe she went to get some more ice”

They heard the person walk back out and exhale the breath they were holding. Calum looked back at Y/N, and she was already looking at him. He took his hand from her mouth but neither of them could form a sentence.

“Hi,” He said, breathing out a laugh. She smiled.

“Hi,” Her hand found his “This is-”

“Weird?”

“I was going to say “right” This feels right” She giggled “But yeah, it’s kinda weird. We have a lot to talk about”

“I know, I-”

“But not right now” Y/N put her other hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart nearly drummed its way out of his chest “It’s Luke’s wedding, there’s a lot of things to do, and I don’t want to take the moment from them”

Calum sighed “You’re right. But when?”

“I’ll find you,” She said, placing a kiss on his cheek “Now, you have to go, best man. Or the groom might collapse”

And so Calum walked back to Luke’s room, smiling ear to ear as he still felt her lips on his cheek. A smile that did not fade until he entered the suite and found Luke in his underwear with an ice pack on top of his groin; Michael with the zipper of his pants broken; and, Ash with dog paws imprinted onto his shirt.

“What the hell happened?”

Ashton sighed “Dude, you don’t want to know”

The ceremony went without a hitch. Luke and his new bride could not take their eyes off each other since she walked into the room, the smile on both of their faces was enough to convince even the proudest non-believer that love truly exists. Their vows made everyone in the room cry or close to, at least. But as they spoke, Calum could only think of one thing: Y/N.

When he saw her walk down the aisle, holding onto one of Luke’s other cousins, he could not help but imagine that one day he would see her walk in white to him waiting at the altar. The looks that they exchanged were a secret to everyone but them. He looked for her throughout the ceremony, almost missing his cue to give the newlyweds their rings - that Luke nearly kissed him in thanks for finding them - And he knew. He just knew that the part of him that he didn’t even think was missing was finally whole.

“... And, I have to admit, soulmates and stuff? I didn’t get them. Not until I met these two. When Luke first told us about the way his bride smiled and how she always got the coffee to taste just right in the mornings, even when their coffee machine broke down, I knew what true love was supposed to look like. Most people search for a love like that, some stop believing halfway through their happy endings. I always thought that love was just something that happened. Now I’m certain that love is something you live through. Something so inexplicably beautiful that’s hard to describe. It doesn’t happen instantly, but it builds and builds until you’ve created a home out of it. I know I cannot wait to start building mine” He said, looking straight at Y/N who sat there smiling widely with teary eyes “Today, the new Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings have invited us to their home, to their love story. And I’m just so thankful to be here sharing this love with them. To the bride and groom!”

The whole venue followed with applause and a few whistles from Ashton after the speech. Luke got up to hug him tightly and thank him for everything he’s done. His wife also got up and kissed him on the cheek, hitting his arm lightly and scolding him mockingly for making her cry again.

Calum just laughed and wished them the best once again. And, when he looked back, he noticed that his soulmate was no longer in her seat. He looked for her through the crown and found her at the door, nudging her head for him to follow.

Yet, when he got there, she was nowhere to be found. That was until he felt a pull on his sleeve and suddenly he was inside a closet once again.

“You really have a lot of upper strength” He laughed, putting an arm around her waist and bringing her closer to him “Hi,”

“Hi,” She said, closing her eyes and leaning forward until their foreheads touched “That was a great speech”

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing”

She hummed as she felt a small kiss on the top of her head, putting her arms around his neck “I already want to hear it again”

Calum held her close, hiding his face inside her neck as he softly placed kisses along it. Feeling like a swarm of butterflies just took flight inside his stomach.

“We have time. I could recite it to you each night”

“We’ve barely just met and you’re already thinking about tonight?” She teased.

“I’m thinking of getting to know you every night and day for as long as you let me,” He confessed, pulling back slightly to look at her “Would you let me?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. Calum took it upon himself to close the distance between them and finally let their lips touch. Kissing her like she wanted from the first time he saw her. Hungry. Passionately. Lovingly. Hopeful for the future they could now share.

But too busy to even hear the door of the closet opening.

“Hey, Cal! Are you there? Where ha- OH MY GOD! WITH MY COUSIN, CAL?!”

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aziraphales-library · 10 months

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Hello hello,

Firstly thank you for the work you do to find the many fics. My request, i'm looking for a fic streamer/youtuber Au (if you found). Thanks again

Hi hi. Here are some youtuber fics...

of recipes and comfort by Werekoyote (G)

Crowley suggest Aziraphale make a YouTube channel because he's bored and he wanted to do something with aziraphale.

(please) like (me) and subscribe! by miss_minnelli (T)

Channel: Zira Bakes!

Subscribers: 978k

Description: Hi! I’m Zira, a graduate of the Paris Bakery and Pastry School, and on this channel I show you how to make many different kinds of desserts, from rice-crispy treats to creme brulee. Stick around and you might learn a little something sweet! - Channel: ItsJustCrowley

Subscribers: 456k

Description: It’s literally just Crowley. Don’t you dare ask my first name or you’ll be banished to Hell. Maybe I don’t even have one. Anyway here lies my “comedy” and gaming. Stay if you want. Whatever. - Crowley and Zira are London based Youtubers who meet in June of 2019. They become friends...and maybe something more, or at least Crowley hopes so. Follow their journey through Youtube videos, comments, text messages, and AO3 stories.

How I Care for My Husband by MostWeakHamlets (G)

A.Z Fell Cooking uploads an unusual video. Instead of a new recipe, Mr. Fell shows everyone how he cares for his husband, Anthony, on his worst days.

Spring is around the corner, and Aziraphale is ready to see Crowley start to recover from his usual winter complaint. However, a new member of the family comes along, and it doesn't seem to be as smooth of a recovery as Aziraphale had hoped for.

Dark Water I: Dark Story by UnproblematicMe (M)

Anthony J. Crowley lives the careless life of a rich man’s son. A jack of all trades, he has tried his hand in many jobs, but nothing could hold his interest for a long time. So it’s not unusual for him to take a new job because of a cute blonde guy who needs his help.

Aziraphale Fell runs a Youtube Channel with his friends Anathema and Newt. When they need a new camera man, he accepts the offer of a handsome skeptic he meets at a party. Specialised in ghost hunting, Aziraphale has seen his fair share of strangeness. But things are about to get much stranger.

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

Recently by Caedmon (E)

Dr. Anthony J. Crowley is a theatre lecturer at Tadfield University who very much enjoys watching book restoration videos on YouTube by a handsome man named Mr. Fell. In a moment of drunken weakness, he sends an email to Mr. Fell, offering to show him the rare book room at the university. Then, weeks later, when he's heard nothing back, in another moment of weakness, while being pestered about his love life, he invents a boyfriend - and describes Mr. Fell. It's a stupid lie, but a low-risk one. Mr. Fell clearly doesn't want to talk to him, right?

Nothing can prepare him for the email he gets that afternoon... or what happens as a result of that email...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #youtuber au #social media #mod d

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twopoppies · 10 months

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Second part of their investigation https://bylinetimes.com/2023/07/20/dan-wootton-was-a-serial-bully-at-the-sun-but-bosses-promoted-him-as-complaints-were-silenced/

This is honestly horrific. And the thing is, you can be sure these are likely the least of the things he’s done.

[…]

In one of the cases, a very senior member of The Sun team took a kitchen knife to a meeting with a former editor of the newspaper with the intention of slitting their own wrists in front of the executive, who had sided with Wootton in a dispute ultimately settled for a six-figure sum.

The Sun made the pay-out at the eleventh hour ‘at the steps’ of an employment tribunal in 2018, at which emails from Wootton disclosed to the employee’s lawyers would have entered the public record and led to judicial findings of fact.

Former staff have told Byline Times’ investigators how Wootton “continually tried to make people admit they were bisexual or gay – he challenged people on their sexual orientation all the time”.

Several sources have spoken of the sexual harassment of male colleagues, while at least two female colleagues were reduced to tears daily by his conduct.

Naming three particular targets of “very inappropriate behaviour”, they said: “He sexually harassed these male colleagues all the time. One would come in and Dan would often comment on the way he looked and goad him, saying ‘are you sure you want to be married? We all know you’re gay’.

“He was pressurising them to turn [gay] and acting like it was a joke but people – men, women, everyone who heard – were visibly uncomfortable especially as it was coming from a boss.”

A different source said: “You were either with him or against him. If you were against him, he would make your life a misery, and if you were with him, he would treat you as a slave. He’d demand people run errands for him – get him food or drinks or do his dry cleaning. It was so demeaning but it amused him. If you wanted to stay in your job, there was no choice but to endure.”

Byline Times can reveal how another complainant started losing their hair with stress after working closely with Wootton, whose conduct as The Sun’s executive editor was characterised as being one who considered himself “untouchable – he made you feel helpless”.

[…]

The staffer said: “It was ridiculously stressful. He was constantly condescending and sarcastic. Diaries of his behaviour were kept – the things he was doing.

“As the boss, he had control over the company payment system. He would sabotage other journalists. He would go into the payment system and find out the names of contacts. He would then get in touch with them himself and make them deal with him directly.

“It was impossible to do your job. The most valuable thing a journalist has are their contacts. They are our stock in trade. It was a classic campaign of constructive dismissal. He knew what he was doing.”

A different member of staff became “thinner and thinner” and “cried every day” they worked for Wootton, who they said “destroyed” them “physically and mentally”.

Another editorial worker said: “There were months and months of real bullying – mind games and heavy emails often late at night so bad they ruined your sleep.”

Part One of the investigation here.

#Dan Wootton

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luminouslune · 10 months

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Roll call!

Pairing: Maki x reader

Genre: The fluffiest fluff, suspense?

Warnings: Cursing!

Authors note: I got this idea from a TikTok I saw I got the game from her! I take no credit! ^^

Her user: @ simpformillardnullings

2:45 the time I get off of school. I looked up at the clock from my desk. Sigh. Just 30 minutes left I've got this. I glanced down at my open text book, uninterested in what the teacher had to say. "Psst! Y/n!" I looked over to see the source of the voice. Haerin. "What's up?" I whispered back to the brunette. "You up to come to a sleepover with me and the girls?" She asked, smiling softly. I looked up to make sure the teacher didn't notice us. "Who's coming?" I asked, looking back at her. "It's just gonna be our friend group." She finished. I nodded. Jeez that's quite a bit of people. Our friend group: Me, Haerin, Danielle, Minji, Hyein, Nicho, Yuma, Jo, Taki, and of course Maki.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell. "YES." I shouted, hearing laughing from Haerin. I grabbed my things and darted out the door. "YAH Y/N! WAIT FOR ME!"

Time skip brought to you by me :)

"Nicho told me that all of us should meet up at the park near his house." Haerin said, reading from her phone. "Wait like, right now? We still need to get our stuff." I said, dumbfounded. "Eh we'll be fine, if anything just ask to borrow clothes from Maki." She smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and shoved her shoulder playfully. "Let's just head to the park." I continued, turning the corner. Now that I think of it. I don't even know why I started liking Maki. To be honest I don't really know him. Yeah we're friends but I haven't ever got to know him as a person. Maybe that could change tonight. I smiled to myself.

"Hey! There they are!" I smiled at them. "Hey guys sorry for being late!" Haerin called out, running towards them. "What's up Y/n!" Jo said, playfully punching me. "Yo." I said, rolling my eyes at the boy. "We should start making it to the house before it gets too dark." Nicho suggested. Everyone agreed, heading their way down the dark street. I sighed looking up at the night sky. "Boo." I looked over to see Maki peering over my shoulder. I heated up at the sudden proximity. I chuckled awkwardly, hoping that the darkness could hide my blush. "Hey Maki." I greeted, offering him a small smile. He kindly returned a smile. "Hey love birds stop flirting and come inside already." Nicho called out.

"Ah sorry, I didn't notice you guys were already inside." I apologized, stepping inside. "Hey we should play your game Y/n!" Danielle suggested. "A game? Sure!" Taki commented. "What game is it?" Yuma questioned, looking over at me. "Uhm well it's one I made up when I was in middle school, I often played it at sleepovers much like this one. I call the game 'Roll call'. It's not really a scary game but more like suspenseful!" I explain to the others. "Ok! What're the rules?" Minji asked, now interested in what I had to say.

Rules: 5-10 players (or just an even amount of players) Nominate a 'snatcher' and a 'roll caller' the snatchers goal is to snatch players at random (roll caller is off limits) then they hide them in random rooms without anyone noticing. Players stay there for the remainder of the game. The roll caller takes roll call at random times to see how many players still remain. The other eight players goal is to avoid getting snatched and try to catch the snatcher. Additional things: all lights must remain off, its recommended that it's played at night, remain as silent as possible.

"I think Minji should take roll call." Danielle suggested. I nodded. "No complaints here." Jo shrugged. All of the guys didn't want to be the so called "snatcher". "Maki should do it." Taki snickered. "What? Why me?" The boy whined. He turned around to see almost everyone gone. "We could switch roles if you'd like." You offered, feeling bad for him. He shook his head. "It's fine, you should go before the game starts though." He said before sneaking off into a room. I shrugged, heading downstairs. "Y/n! Get away from the doors, you're only giving Maki an opportunity to grab you!" Haerin scolded. I looked back at the door behind me, carefully stepping away. "My bad." I chuckled sheepishly.

"Oh please, they probably wanna get snatched by Maki." Hyein teased. "Shut up! He can probably hear you!" Taki said. "Roll call!!" Minji called from the living room. "Okay, Taki, Jo, Haerin, Y/n- wait. Where's Danielle?" Minji paused. "Of course she was the first one to get caught." Nicho face palmed. "Okay so there's only 7 of us left. Stay away from doors, and try to travel in groups." Yuma stated. "Y/n come on let's stick together." Haerin said, looking over her shoulder. I nodded. Peering over the corner of the hallway. "Okay, we're clear. Let's go." I signalled over to her. She nodded, following behind me. We suddenly heard a door creak. I turned, checking behind me. I turned back in front to see Haerin missing. "What the hell? Haerin?" I said, confused.

I turned around making a 360. "Shoot, she got caught!" I said in realization. I looked around to make sure Maki wasn't around. I quickly went to the stairs almost going down until I felt arms wrap around my waist, pulling my back. "Oh my-" I got cut off by them covering my mouth. "Don't freak out, you're fine." He said pulling me into a room. Once he closed the door he laughed. "You freaked me out!" I scolded. "It was the only way I could get you!" Maki chuckled. I grinned. "I have to go catch four more people, but first let's make a bet." He said looking at me. "A bet?" I questioned him. He nodded. "If I win this game, you let me take you out." He challenged. I felt my face heat up a little, but I smiled a little. "Bet." I smiled at him. He smiled back at me, opening the door to leave. "Maki!" I called him before he left. He turned to look at me curiously. "Fighting!" I smirked. He smiled softly, leaving.

©luminouslune

#andteam #kpop imagines #andteam x reader #andteam k #andteam nicholas #andteam maki #andteam yuma #andteam ej #kpop #kpopidol #&team imagines

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quirkthieves · 3 months

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speaking of....

On the topic of Monoma & Kindness...

It goes without saying that Monoma is a hog for attention. Regardless of if it's from him or another character, this trait of his is fairly frequented commented on. And he's quite successful at it, from positive applications like his ability to completely divert the audience's attention during their school play, or, more commonly, with the more combative application of his 6/6 Provocateur stat. In battle, you could argue that it stems from his philosophy that he has to act unheroically to become a hero and his resignation to the role of a side character, but the same behavior leeches into his personal and academic life to an extreme degree. Negative attention is better than no attention.

But unlike characters like Bakugou, for Monoma, the currency of attention is still "won" when it''s given to his classmates. Bis personality is listed as "kind to his allies", and we never really see him provoke his classmates. When Tokage apologizes for losing the match, he comforts her, he compliments his teammates during their exercises, and he offers constructive criticism to others. We even know there are members of his class who scold him (such as Kaibara and Kinoko saying they'll snitch when he messes up and gives everyone the wrong shrooms, or Kendou and Awase chopping him, etc) or actively dislike him (like Yui), but he never at any point fails to extol their virtues or reciprocates that dislike. In fact, although he makes the occasional complaint about Kendou's chops, he's aghast at the suggestion made by Midoriya, Iida, and Kirishima that they may be abusive in nature, and excitedly runs to her side when she comes to collect him from their well-intentioned accosting.

And he's still not socially rejected from the class. They take what he says in training as valuable criticism, during their play, his classmates note his superb acting abilities, but say they "won't compliment him because it may inflate his ego", they participate in his games and competitions with 1-A, it's said often that his classmates believe overall he means well, and Tetsutetsu notes that without Kendou, he may have won the class over entirely. Even though certain members like Bondo or Fukidashi may not participate in the snark to the same extent as the others, Monoma's relationship with the group he's most comfortable with and most eager to defend and lift up is one that is defined by a one-sided friendly ribbing and occasional butting of heads.

We see this with Shinsou, too; Monoma, when approaching him for friendship, is entirely unbothered by the fact that Shinsou is somewhat aloof and actively disagrees with him at times. He's comfortable enough with this attitude for him to open up about his past and personal philosophy, and his first impression when Shinsou says that he's not here to make friends and that they're all obstacles is "I like this guy." In the light novels, Monoma even goes out of his way to help prepare a very thoughtful and well-organized room in the dorms for Shinsou, just in case he joins Class 1-B. For all intents and purposes, Monoma sees Shinsou as a friend, even though Shinsou doesn't appear to share the same level of enthusiastic "giving".

But what does Shinsou say that does give Monoma pause? He openly expresses that he wants to rely on Monoma as a key part of the plan. A comment and role that one would assume attention-hungry Monoma would eat up is one that is immediately met with the sentiment of "don't get your hopes up." Statements like "I can't do anything on my own" and "I'm just a side character" all express a similar concept: "I'm not good enough to do what others do." Despite his classmates' assumption that his ego would swell too much if complimented, Monoma seems entirely resigned to personally being a lesser category of person.

But let's put a pin in this and shift focus to how he treats those he doesn't like. Naturally, he sees himself as an extension of the "unit" that is Class B, and so he views Class A the same way, regardless of the individual personalities within. Bakugou's speech calling everyone else "extras" was a slight against his classmates (and not himself, seeing as we know he does consider himself one), and so all of Class A have become active participants in this indignation and are hogging the spotlight away from those he cares about. Again, Monoma is an excellent provocateur, and he makes active and indiscriminate use of this skill. He says some out of pocket shit, and will even continue this behavior when it may be hypocritical or otherwise disadvantageous for him to do so. He never once seeks validation from them, but he sure does go after their attention just about every single time they cross paths, and the success in doing so is rewarding enough for him to continue doing it over and over, even when the end result is usually failure or a scolding of some sort. Nobody does anything for no reason, even if that reason is subconscious-- and he seems to be having fun when he does it! This is a game for him! It is a relationship he has both defined and is comfortable with, and it is inherently competitive if not hostile in nature. Earning Class A's annoyance, anger, and the attention therewith is his reward for pushing the big red PROVOKE button in his brain. And it's not like Monoma does this with everybody he doesn't know-- he attaches himself to Shinsou quickly, and there's a gag in smash about how "if Monoma's opponents are weaker than him, he becomes confused and goes into stand by mode". This call and response system is for a very specific relationship with very specific people. And no matter what, so long as they respond within the confines of that system, he's fine, even if it comes at his active detriment.

So, what happens when people act off-script? When Kirishima, Iida, and Midoriya are trying to find out the truth on if Kendou's chops are abusive, they have the class treat monoma with an uncharacteristic kindness he can't necessarily fight, but it's clear across the span of the evening he's becoming increasingly uncomfortable and even frightened. He tries to escape at some point, and when they won't let him leave, he eventually melts down and becomes completely unresponsive until Kendou arrives, to which he exclaims he's glad to see her and rushes to her side. And in a later chapter, when Monoma goes through the effort of putting together a fake cursed dvd The Ring-style featuring All Might and challenges Class A to a test of courage, the only points Class A scores is when they get Monoma flustered by having Denki and Midoriya smile and thank him for putting in all this effort and how Midoriya will treasure the DVD, with him proclaiming that that wasn't his intention at all.

In the first instance, Monoma's meltdown is accompanied by his internal monologue, which is about how Class A must be planning something and how he can't figure out what it is, but that surely something must be going on behind the scenes, even though he's smart enough and emotionally intelligent enough to know that Midoriya, Kirishima, and Iida are all-around aboveboard types. And I think that's where all of this, both friend and foe, stems from.

Monoma just doesn't trust people. Despite the nature of his quirk, his cooperation stat is listed at a measly 2/5. His low self-worth and understanding that he has built an unlikeable persona makes him believe that there is nobody on Earth that would treat him with genuine, bare-faced kindness, and so the most comfortable friendly relationships he builds comes with not only the expectation of but the desire for some mild one-sided aggression. It is simply easier to believe that a friend who expresses their gripes with you to your face is more likely to be genuine than someone who appears too innocent to be true, and the humiliation of having been tricked a la "my friend has a crush on you" is too much for him to bear. He'd much rather get the attention he craves on his own terms, regardless of the consequences.

And this goes doubly for people he has sought to define a combative relationship with. Class 1-A should hate him. There is no way they would offer genuine niceties without it being a trick, because Monoma has made himself so unpalatable. He's constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when he can't figure out how or when it will (because they're just being nice), he panics more than he ever has in the face of a villain. When his intentions are taken and twisted into something that might re-define the relationship, he becomes so flustered that he feels his only option is to flee and try again later, even though in situations where he's simply receiving aggressive pushback he will persist until physically stopped. And this oppressive and irrational paranoia all comes back to his personal belief that he is simply not good enough to be like the "strong".

And naturally, because my Monoma's main verse is one in which he's Toga's half-brother, I'm going to be drawing comparisons here so be prepared to get heavily into the realm of headcanon teehee

Both Monoma and Toga want, more than anything, is to be close to other people and get the attention and affection they have been denied. Monoma's love manifested with an obsessive separation anxiety that made it imperative to try and get him used to being alone, and Toga's love manifested with an intensity and fixation on violence that made it imperative to discourage and suppress blood-seeking behavior.

And they only really fed into each other; Monoma let Toga act on her urges because pain was preferable to rejection, and Toga had her belief reaffirmed that her love was normal and that anyone who really cared about her would indulge it, and ergo, the rest of the world had rejected her.

As they got older, the pressure to behave normally in society further discouraged these behaviors.

For Monoma, humiliation, rejection, and isolation from his peers fueled a distrust of others, especially regarding matters close to the heart; his quirk, his dreams, his needs...instead, he decided to resign himself to his role and fulfill his need for affection with negative feedback instead. So long as you're thinking of him, he's winning. Mutual obsession that's on his terms is worth the pain invoked by the consequences. He is, whether you like it or not, still a character in the cast, and he is allowed time on the stage so long as he can keep up the act.

Toga, too, has decided to live on her own terms, albeit to a much more dangerous end. Whereas Monoma has decided to define himself within society, she has designated herself outside of it.

Toga's disappearance really only worsened Monoma's paranoia around machinations that aren't his own and reinforced the idea that there really is nobody in this world willing to give kindness to him freely. He still doesn't understand why she attacked someone and left, and that upsets him-- along with the fact that he was left behind. Not worth so much as a goodbye. Some strange boy in her class was more important than he was, even though he had put her at the forefront of everything, and he had no idea.

So when it comes to his class, he's willing to give everything and expect nothing. He's unlikeable anyway. At least when they make jokes at his expense, it's to his face, yeah?

#ive been needing to write this little hc/meta for a bit #IMPERFECT CACKLES://MONOMA HC #i couldve gone on but i started getting dizzy towards the end but hi heres my thesis.

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penhoonie · 10 months

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tell me what’s your wish !!

IN WHICH;; sunghoon doesn’t know what to get y/n for her bday (inspired by tomorrow x together’s wishlist)

“ It's all going wrong // I might as well confess // I like you ,,

PAIRING: p.sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school romance | fluff | bff to lovers

WORD COUNT: 0.9k words

WARNINGS: nothing but a little bit of cursing I think(? (lmk if there’s anything else pls)

A/N: I’ve been holding onto this since I opened my tumblr out of panic if it’s good enough or not :(( I hope to publish more often from now onwards ^^

Just like any other day, the guys were laying around in Jake’s living room, waiting for their turn to come while Niki’s and Heeseung’s game was taking more than expected.

— Are you planning to finish today? Because I might just leave, I have a present to buy— Sunghoon exclaimed after some other complaints from the boys.

— You haven’t bought y/n’s gift yet?— Sunoo gasped dramatically.

— Dude, you’re in problems— Jay added— Remember what she got you last year? She outdid all of us.

— Not me. I knew Noona’s present would be better, so I tagged along— Niki replied, his eyes still fixed on the tv screen.

— Yah, that’s not fair— it was Jungwon who talked this time —Noona always has the best ideas.

— Shut up, you all are making me feel guilty— Sunghoon interrupted.

— As you should— Sunoo answered, sassily— How come you haven’t got her anything? Her birthday it’s like what? Next week?

— In five days— he responded, almost in a whisper, while brushing his hair with his hand— The thing is, I’ve been meaning to trick her into telling me something she wants; but somehow I always get distracted— he confessed, frustrated.

— What if you just tell her that you have the biggest crush on her already— said Jake, while eating some jelly.

Sunghoon felt his face becoming hotter— W-what?— he stuttered.

— Hyung, we are not stupid, you obviously like noona— Jungwon spoke.

— And she likes you back— Heeseung added, finally winning the game. Sunghoon just blushed even more.

— Actually, it would be a gift to all of us having you two date— Jay commented.

— Yeah, it’s getting weirder being around when you get all lovey dovey— Niki agreed. In that moment, the boy buried his face in a pillowcase while the rest of the friend group kept making fun of him.

🎧☁️🫖🩹

Sunghoon took a big breath before the class door. It was finally the day.

Although at first his friends’ words had sounded crazy to him, after putting some thought in the issue, he had realized they were right. Well, at least in some parts, since he was almost sure that the sentiments he felt towards his best friend were not reciprocate. But he was done holding himself back, he had taken the decision of confessing and nothing was stopping him.

Despite his determination, he started shaking the moment he saw the first person exiting the classroom. Regardless, he waited patiently, well aware that y/n usually took a long time during tests. He even saw Sunoo, who gave him a thumbs up before leaving.

— Sunghoon-ah! How can I have a worse luck, I just did horrible in that exam. And on my birthday!— he was spacing out, but the tension returned as soon as the well-known voice reached his ears.

— Hey. Are you okay?— the girl, now standing in front of him asked, preoccupied.

He quickly put on a smile —Yeah, sure. How could I be not okay if I’m here to pick you up for your birthday?

— I’ve just spoke to you informally and you are not angry at all?— she questioned back, rhetorically.

— That’s not- Wait. You did what?— his expression dropped, suddenly annoyed.

In a matter of seconds, they were running around the school; laughing while Sunghoon tried to catch the girl. They were already getting tired once they arrived to the backyard, when she tripped in the grass. He stepped out the pace, frightened.

— y/n! Are you okay?— he asked, bending over her. And before he could’ve realized, the younger had already dragged him towards the floor with her, laughing.

— You are a little disrespectful son of a-— he started rambling, sitting down beside her.

— Hoon— he was interrupted— Thanks. I thought that test would ruin my mood for the rest of the day, but you already made it so much better— she continued, encircling him with her arms— Seriously, thank you.

The boy became flustered under the physical contact. He moved backwards, slowly creating a distance between them; yet holding the younger one by the hands.

— y/n, there is something you need to know— he started, arousing her curiosity— And I don’t think I will be able to ever tell you if I don’t say it right now.

— Are you sure everything it’s okay? You’re scaring me— she responded, putting a hand on his shoulder.

— Yes! Yes. Just… I’ve been holding this for such a long time— he took what felt like the hundredth big breath of the day, rising his head to stare directly at his companion’s eyes— Shit, this is much more difficult than what Jake told me— the guy moaned while lying down on the ground and covering his face with his hands.

— I’m losing my patience, just tell me at once!— she exclaimed, hitting him on the side.

— Yah, that’s not how you treat someone who is confessing to you— he shouted back, instantly regretting it.

The silence grew between them. Sunghoon immediately stood up awkwardly, afraid of facing the younger who remained sat on the ground.

— That’s it?— she suddenly asked— That was the thing you were dying to tell?

— It may not be that important to you, but you could just say “I don’t like you back” instead of acting as if it was irrelevant— he sounded upset.

— Hoon, either you’re blind or just stupid— she laughed, walking towards him.

— Now I’m being insulted too?— he reclaimed, falsely resentful, his mood getting lighter with her giggling.

— Sunghoon! Can’t you tell already?— she smiled, standing right in front of him.

— I like you back, dumbass— that’s the last thing she said before dragging him on what became their first kiss.

@ penhoonie masterlist

#sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #fluff #high school #kpop #fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt

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saiikavon · 1 year

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(I neeeeeed this.)

This has got to be some kind of joke. Some stupid office prank that some soon-to-be-fired subordinate thought they could get away with. That, or he’s fucking hallucinating.

Those are the only plausible reasons Jounouchi fucking Katsuya would be standing in front of him right now, dressed in a KC workman’s uniform.

The joke-or-hallucination in question visibly squirms in discomfort at what must be a truly demonic expression on Seto’s face, only adding to the taut silence for a long, incredulous moment. Seto’s jaw is clenched so tight he thinks he may actually crack a tooth. Jounouchi continues to fidget for a minute more, then takes a breath as though bracing himself for a long dive off a cliff.

“You called for someone to fix one of the VR monitors?” He sounds completely deadpan, but the tone is ruined by the slight pout gracing his lips. Seto’s gaze remains fixed on the expression for a second more before his jaw finally unlocks.

“How are you here?”

Jounouchi sighs, rolling his eyes as though to say, Here we go again, then begins to repeat his last statement in the same, disaffected tone, and Seto feels a vein throbbing in his temple.

“I meant how are you working here, you brainless monkey!” he snaps. Jounouchi looks barely perturbed to be cut off.

“So am I fired again or can I fix the thing you wanted fixed?”

“Fi—I’d rather throw you into space; maybe then you’ll actually stay the hell away from me and my company!”

“Look, it’s not my fault you own over half the businesses in the city!” Jounouchi snaps back. “Not a lot of options for me elsewhere, either, not when I have to keep reporting that you threw me out on my ass before the first month!”

Fair, but Seto wasn’t about to concede the point out loud. “That still doesn’t answer my question. I have you on an explicit no-hire list. Every single department in this building alone should know your name and face; even newcomers receive this information in training. You shouldn’t have even gotten in the door, let alone gotten a job.”

Jounouchi shrugs. “Dunno what to tell you. I’m here.” He offers nothing else, looking just as run-down by the constant game of employment tag as Seto is. Three jobs before this, Seto didn’t even blink before sending him packing. But it’s been long enough and he’s positively manic over the thought of just where this gods-blessed cockroach of a human being will show up next.

Seto, for the first time in his life, admits defeat, and slumps bonelessly into the closest chair with a sigh.

“Just…tell me you can do the job.”

Jounouchi blinks, brightens like a puppy being offered a treat, and damn near looks like he wants to comment on the moment until Seto shuts him up with a glare.

“I—yeah. Yeah, I can. M’good with my hands, and Nomura-san will vouch for me, too.”

“Then get to it, and don’t speak to me unless it’s important.” He may regret allowing Jounouchi to speak to him at all, but he’ll deal with that as it comes. The grin that Jounouchi directs his way is absolutely sickening.

“On it, boss!” he crows, giving Seto a cheery salute. Then he takes himself and his toolkit over to the busted monitor, whistling to himself.

Seto curls over his desk, groaning at the beginnings of a headache. He pages his assistant, demanding some strong painkillers and what is likely an inadvisable amount of coffee. She accepts without comment or complaint.

Jounouchi continues whistling as he works, and Seto thinks to himself that he’s just going to have to get used to it.

#ygo #puppyshipping #pre-relationship #Jounouchi has ridiculous luck #Kaiba suffers #but he’ll learn to love it #my work #shortfic

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inblss · 4 months

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OF TROUBLED GIRLS & A BRIGHT DREAM RUN RAW. ،، the history of how nbliss came to be.

BEFORE THERE WAS NBLISS, THERE WAS VIXENS. AND BEFORE THERE WAS VIXENS, LOVE BITE WAS BORN.

an underground company by the name of BLACK SKY ENTERTAINMENT hit the public with LOVE BITE’s sound in 2015 as their own attempt at reaching stardom, trying to combat global successes such as TWICE and BLACKPINK. the original lineup consisting of eight girls, members LILA, HANA, EUNHA, DAIYU, EUNJI, MEI, IZUMI, and EMIKO, the group debuted with a video game style concept that slowly gave them the nickname 8-BITE in reference to the video game concept teasers that came out for all eight members.

debuting with an ep titled LOVE MORE featuring a colorful music video for the title track of the same name, LOVE BITE skyrocketed in fame for their fun sound and even better group dynamics, with YOON HANA and KOBAYASHI DAIYU quickly becoming fan favorites. but all of that good energy would begin to crumble not even a few months after their debut ep’s success.

BLACK SKY ENT. was unexpectedly hit with staff complaints of management mistreatment in late 2017, going underreported due to not getting enough exposure. many were quick to even admonish the staff members for trying to ruin the image of a newly risen entertainment company, going as far as to call them ‘ungrateful’ and ‘evil’. but the public would soon take their words back in shock when three of the LOVE BITE girls — DAIYU, EUNJI, and MIKA — would all leave the company for ‘personal reasons’. fans, being rightfully upset and shocked, demanded answers from BLACK SKY, who ignored their countless emails and protest trucks to paint the three as the villains in their story. LOVE BITE tried to make a comeback that year with a single R U IN LUV?, but that and many more would not do as well as their debut.

in 2018, DAIYU, along with fellow members HANA, EUNJI, EUNHA, EMIKO, and LILA, would all file to sue BLACK SKY ENT. for not only mismanagement, but for unlawful sexual harassment and contract violations. BLACK SKY ENT. was launched into immediate hot water, especially with their two most popular members hurling heavy accusations against them. BLACK SKY ENT. did their best to deny the accusations, but dispatch — as dispatch does — revealed incriminating text messages and photos sent by BLACK SKY ENT. management and other high ranking officials, further plunging the company’s reputation in the gutter. the ceo of the company, SEOK HAJOON, publicly stepped down despite no information leaked specific to him, only for news about him attempting to solicit the LOVE BITE girls to famous actors and businessmen for cash under the guise of having them attend private parties as special guests was slapped across every news site in the nation. this news essentially dissolved the company just as quickly as it rose to fame, leaving the girls free but just as lost and terrified.

on september 17th of that year the members of LOVE BITE would hold the very last live as a group in HANA’s home, exchanging tearful sentiments. despite their extremely short run, a bond formed between those eight girls that fans were both delighted and saddened to see. love bite is forever, a fan would write in the comments, and even though they separated into different career paths, the girls couldn't agree more.

following the unofficial disbandment of LOVE BITE in early 2019, the girls would split into different careers — some going back to school, others going into acting, and some choosing to retry their luck in the industry under a label better suited to them. MEI, one of the youngest of the group at just 19, was spotted in talks with a new company named ANGELICO ENTERTAINMENT, most of her fans happy she would be able to debut again.

that same year ANGELICO ENTERTAINMENT would introduce trainees MEI and RANI to each other, the two immediately hitting it off and becoming as thick as thieves. RANI, who had been a trainee in the company since 2016 and lost a chance to debut in a group catastrophically, quickly took a liking to MEI and the two were never seen without the other. so when it was then exposed to the public that RANI had been mistreated by staff, it was with MEI’s help that the two decided to leave the company — right to the company’s rival, FLOWERBANK ENTERTAINMENT, where the duo would soon meet DAEUN and MINGYUE, then later, HYEJIN, marking the group of girls as the FLOWERBANK 5. noise surrounding them would soon die down as the girls seemed to be much happier under their new company, training hard to be given a chance at a debut of their own.

after acquiring VENUS in 2023 and receiving global success under a new label, fans began to clamor for more from the entertainment company. they wanted another group to fawn and gush over, especially pleased with their successes through VENUS and ALLUME. to appease the masses, FLOWERBANK teased the public with news that they would be debuting a new group in 2024, with five selected trainees under their belt.

soon after, teasers began dropping on the company’s social medias. RANI was revealed first, telling a story about a girl who loved to dance. then came HYEJIN and MINGYUE, publicly loved and hated alike by the public due to their backgrounds, while MEI was publicly adored by the masses with her story of rising triumphant from a horrible company. not much was revealed about DAEUN, who would soon leave the group on ‘good terms’ stated by both her and the company. while these four girls were pushed to the forefront, fans began to notice that one in particular seemed to be favored less by the company, which only dragged her out to surface even more. MEI looked to be not as promoted in the group’s teasers, and with no information or reasoning from FLOWERBANK, netizens did what they do best. they searched for answers.

months before their scheduled debut, MEI was under fire for accusations of bullying, an anonymous source filing against her. the public blew up the allegations, demanding FLOWERBANK to release a statement about the news. MEI had denied the rumors, insisting she had been set up, but the public was not having it. she had descended from victim to bully and her name had been tarnished.

with the unexpected bad press surrounding MEI’s name, VIXENS were forced to reschedule their debut to a later date. support was doled out to the other girls in waves, especially after MEI issued a statement not even close to what could be deemed an apology, soon leaving the group after the company quietly terminated her contract. fans waited with bated breath for the group’s first official appearance as a trio, finally free from any negative publicity. until news about MEI broke headlines again.

predebut pictures of MEI resurfaced after the group’s predebut single was released, showcasing explicit scenes and crude gestures featuring what seemed to be MEI and more unidentified characters. despite FLOWERBANK’s best efforts to quell the situation, nasty rumors about MEI began to circulate, forcing the company to put group on temporary hold before the release of their debut ep. FLOWERBANK came out with a statement to let the public know that MEI was officially let go from the company despite the rumors she had been spreading, and the remaining members RANI, HYEJIN, and MINGYUE would rebrand under the new name NBLISS with two new members: VIVIENNE and DAWN.

mixed opinions on the rebranding and new additions were made, but overall netizens were happy to see that the remaining three members were able to debut without anything else holding them back. vocal support skyrocketed after MEI’s termination, launching the group into heightened interest after their ep was finally released.

#˖ nbliss ୨ ࣪ ˓ [ development. ]#fake girl group #fake idol community #fake idol group #fake idol oc #fictional girl group #fictional idol community #fictional idol company #fictional idol group #idolverse

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hxneyhxrts · 2 years

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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 6)

Part 5

note: how are we already at part 6 oh my god. you guys, i really cannot convey how much joy it brings me to see your messages, comments, likes, reblogs, added tags, all of it. you guys are killing me. i don’t take compliments super well so i’m trying to play it off with humor but in a moment of seriousness, love you guys, thank you for looking at this.

warnings: explicit language, drinking, very vague sexual undertones for like a second

Sex on Fire

In retrospect, maybe it had been better that Jake thought Gwyn had a boyfriend.

Since their quiet talk in the back of the bar where she had mercifully quelled his fears that she was spoken for, it was like he had no control over himself. He found every excuse to be near her, talk to her, watch her, and lately touching her. Just small brushes against her when passing by or pretending to brush nonexistent lint off of her flight suit, but each caress felt like kindling.

Was it pathetic? Yes. Was he too far gone to care? Absolutely.

Weeks had passed of these light and awful touches exchanged between light coffee talk or field drills. He had gotten into the groove of being squadron leader with relative ease (and only minor complaints from some of the team, so he counted it as a win). Rooster would occasionally tease him about his little crush, though he didn’t know the full scope of Jake’s feelings. Not anymore, at least. Said crush had snowballed into something much more intense and less juvenile in the past weeks, and Jake found himself thinking of Gwyn more often than not. If he had a moment to think, it was of her. Of course, he understood what pursuing her like that could mean for the team and his career, and had resigned himself slowly over the weeks to the notion that it simply wouldn’t happen

It frightened him how rapidly she had infected him, but he figured it didn’t matter so long as he held it together for the team. No one had to know how he felt if nothing ever came of it, anyway. It would be his own secret to have and to keep, just for him (and maybe Rooster). So he selfishly sought her out, always reaching for her, content to have this and maybe only this.

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“That’s the lamest shit I’ve ever heard.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. Alec’s incessant ranting had spurred a raging migraine that was sinking its claws into the space between her eyes and she had half a mind to tell him to kick rocks.

“It’s your 21st birthday and you want to just ‘go bowling’? Are you fucking nine?”

“Christ Alec!” she erupted finally, slamming her locker closed with a sharp and metallic ringing. “I don’t see what the big deal is! It’s just a birthday.”

The pilot scoffed, sitting up from where he had lounged out across a bench against the wall. “It’s your birthday, your 21st at that. Of course it’s a big deal. We should be at a bar all night while you get shitfaced and make decisions I can hold against you later.” He stood, crossing to her and running his hands gently up her arms. “You deserve to have fun. Just let me plan something for you.”

Alec had a face she rarely could say no to. Since the day they first met, all lanky limbs and too-wide smiles on their first day of flight school, he had a way of getting her to say yes to just about anything he asked. Slipping out after lights-out and skinny dip in the pond they had passed on their morning run? Sure. Make a game out of who could sneak into the admiral’s office without getting caught first? Absolutely. Conning her into distracting the tech who had been eyeing her for a month so he could take a girl out on a joyride? Say no more.

So, when Alec gave her that puppy dog face he knew she’d always agree to, she sighed, as much of an answer as he was going to get. Not that he needed more than that, raising his arms in victory with a small twinkle in his eyes.

“Well unless you plan on driving to the next city over, we don't have a lot of options. The only bar in town is the Hard Deck,” she complained, shoving at his chest affectionately.

“So?” he scoffed, grabbing her bag and hoisting it over his shoulder, ever the gentleman.

“So,” she started, leading him through the other lockers and to the door, “everyone we know goes there. Not very low key.”

She shouldered her weight into the heavy door, allowing Alec to slip past her with a grunt. “Who cares?”

“What if we run into someone from the team?”

The older male spun on her, searching her face for any sign she was kidding. “Isn’t that the whole point? To spend your birthday with friends?”

Gwyn groaned, pushing past him now. “They don’t know it’s my birthday and it would be weird to just randomly bring it up.”

The parking lot was still pretty full for it being this close to quitting time, but Gwyn was just grateful no one was around to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Gwyn,” Alec stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. “I love you. Truly, I do. So please know that when I say this, it’s out of love.” He took a deep breath. “But that’s the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said.”

Another eye roll and she was stalking towards her car once again. Alec called after her but she ignored him in favor of unlocking her driver’s side door. She had just cracked it open, when he stopped her again with a hand across the metal. “Gwyn, I’m serious. Let’s go have fun tonight. We won’t invite anyone else, just us. But I want you to actually have fun.”

Every single bad decision she had ever made was echoed in his face, the same face that always whittled her down.

“Fine,” she groaned, sliding into her car seat and slamming the door on his obnoxious cheering.

—---

She wouldn't give Alec the satisfaction of dressing up. When she opened her front door an hour later to find him in a button down that looked too pressed and crisp to be casual, she had laughed at him. “It’s a special occasion,” he had insisted, but she had agreed to wear an old sun dress from high school and refused to budge.

A dress she was not slightly regretting as she sat in the passenger seat of his car tugging the hem down to her mid-thigh every few minutes. Granted, she hadn’t worn it since she was a teenager and had developed what Alec called “a woman’s body”, but she still turned pink at the sight of it slipping up her legs so much.

Some old R&B song she had never heard cranked through her skull at full volume along with her friend’s top-of-the-lung shouting along to the words, and she found herself already grinning at the night to come.

Bowling wasn’t a good idea, anyway.

Not that she’d ever admit that to him.

He screeched into the parking lot and killed the engine in a fluid motion, jogging around to open her door and shuffle her inside with fervor that could only be fueled by sheer excitement.

“Penny!” he called as he tugged her by the hand to the bar. “Let me get two drinks, something fruity. Anything you want.”

The older bartender quirked an eyebrow, but settled when Gwyn shyly handed over her I.D. Penny smiled and she could see why Captain Mitchell spent so much time at the bar when he thought no one noticed.

“Coming right up.”

Music faltered through the chatter, the old beat up jukebox stationed against the wall working overtime to accommodate the noise level. The mood was comfortable, if not a bit more relaxed than it had felt in recent visits. Maybe that had something to do with the distinct lack of naval aviators staking their claim on the pool tables, but it was soothing nonetheless.

Penny pushed two glasses filled with something eerily close to a smoothie towards them with a wink. “I’ll start a tab.”

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Fruity was a bad choice.

Gwyn had finished it too quickly, the drink tasting like juice and not at all like the sting of alcohol she had anticipated. And once she had finished her glass, leaving nothing but clumps of whip cream in the bottom, Alec had swapped it out for a new drink.

And the cycle went on.

She and the culprit were now on the makeshift dance floor, nothing more than an empty space of hardwood near the jukebox, spinning out and hawing at each other at volumes that bordered obnoxious. Several patrons had slipped in to dance with them, leaving after a few songs, but a few had taken up near permanent residence with them, joining in on the spectacle.

Hands slid across her arms and back as she was spun and twirled enough to make her nauseous, but Alec’s cackle always drew her back in when she wanted to tap out for the night. Her grin felt stitched into her cheeks, and she wondered if she had stopped smiling at all since they arrived. Her limbs felt loose and free, the complete opposite of how she’d felt earlier in the cockpit.

Hangman had been more… Jake lately. He still flirted with her in that silly way he did with every female counterpart he knew (although it never failed to make her stomach flip traitorously), but recently he seemed to go out of his way to do it to her. He was a creature of convenience, usually saving his quips for anyone who got close enough to hear them, but lately it felt like he was seeking her out to lay it on her. Gwyn wanted to see something there, something only for her, but she knew that was just how he was and how he approached women.

The touching was new, though.

Little caresses against her body when no one else seemed to be looking that felt more Jake than Hangman. He would flirt with anything that had legs, but those small intimate embraces seemed to be reserved just for her. The thought sent a pang through her chest.

So when he had walked her to her plane, chatting about different maneuvers he wanted her to try out during practice, brushing his hand against her shoulder while he rambled, she had spent the rest of the drill completely rigid. Between that and his teasing remarks through comms, she had all but fallen apart (something Alec took notice of immediately, refusing to drop his teasing until her cheeks were bloodshot).

So yes, she needed tonight. A night to just focus on the looseness in her body and the deafening roar of blood rushing through her ears. And not him. Not Jake Seresin.

She wondered if Jake thought of her the way she thought of him. If he guiltily wondered about where she was when she wasn’t around, scorning himself immediately afterwards. Or if he simply regarded her as another member of the team and nothing more.

Alec had insisted otherwise. “He’s trying to rail you,” he had teased before following it up with a crude joke about her using that to their advantage. “Flirt with him and get us a glowing letter of recommendation already.”

But that was just it. She could have a crush on him, sure, but letting it go further was a sure fire way to end her (and Alec’s) reputation before it even began. All the time she had spent proving herself against the men in her class would be for nothing if she wired herself out to the first higher up who dangled a promotion in front of her.

“Technically, he’s the same rank as you. Not really a higher up,” Alec had countered when she’d said as much to him, but it didn’t matter. How would it look if she slept with her squadron leader only a month and some change out of Top Gun? Hangman wasn’t exactly discreet in his conquests, and she knew news would get out somehow whether she wanted it to or not. This was a close knit group who were bound to share, and she didn’t know them well enough to know if they’d keep it to themselves. They were good and honorable people, she reasoned, but her gut wouldn’t allow her to trust that.

Her eyes scanned the throng of bodies that had started to crowd her as the nighttime rush flooded in. She had lost sight of Alec several songs ago, and didn’t stand a chance locating him in this sea of people that surrounded her on all sides.

She pushed through the crowd, offering small apologies when she could, and traveled in the direction she thought the bar might be.

When had it gotten so loud in here?

Rough hands fell on her arm, pulling her back rather harshly. She followed the hand up an arm to find she was face to face with someone about her age, the perfect picture of “frat boy douchebag” if she had ever seen one. The guy was immediately leaning in to her space, breath hot and sticky as it poured over her face. She cringed internally.

“Where you headed?” and even his voice slithered across her skin unpleasantly. She swallowed.

“I was gonna go grab another drink,” she lied, casting a glance sideways and praying she’d spot that familiar mop of hair over the crowd.

Frat Guy slid his hand down her arm in what she assumed was supposed to be a seductive caress but it only made her stomach hurt.

“Stay for another dance and I’ll go get you a drink.”

Red flags shot up immediately, her senses sharpening and honing in on how terribly wrong the words sounded coming from him. “That’s okay, I got it.”

“I insist,” he pushed, stepping closer to her and fuck, where was Alec?

“That’s enough,” came a stern voice from behind her and then there were large hands planted firmly on her hips. Hands that pulled her back against a very broad, very strong chest that immediately felt like safe haven.

Jake.

The pilot’s grip on her waist was almost bruising and she craned her neck to look up at him (since when was he so tall?) and the scowl that took up his face. He didn’t look at her, choosing to keep a stern glare at Frat Guy who had taken several steps back, raising his hands in defense.

“Sorry,” he sputtered. “I didn’t realize she had a boyfriend.”

Jake’s hold tightened even more, fisting the thin cotton of her dress in his grip. “And now you know,” he bit out with pure malice. “Fuck off.”

The other man skittered away, shoving between people until he disappeared from sight. Gwyn released a breath that had clogged itself in her throat.

They stayed like that for several moments, Jake’s hands flexing against her hips while she tried to calm her stuttering heart. Whether it beat because of the situation or the way he held her wasn’t important.

It wasn’t.

He leaned down, suddenly, breaths curling over the shell of her ear delicately as he spoke to her. “I’m taking you to the bar. I’m going to hold your hand so I don’t lose you,” he husked. “Is that-” he swallowed. “Is that okay?”

Fearing words would fail her, Gwyn nodded, and inhaled sharply as one of his hands slowly dropped from her waist to grab hers. His hands were calloused and strong, completely enveloping hers in a way that made her want to sigh. He tugged her behind him carefully as he expertly weaved through the hoard, and it almost looked like people were parting for him. Soon, she found herself at the bar where he once again grabbed her hips and lifted her into a stool before claiming the one next to her. His hard stare leveled across the bar and Gwyn found herself drawn into him, watching how his jaw clenched and unclenched under her eyes, and god maybe it was the alcohol but she wanted to touch him. She would have, had he not slid a glass of water across the bar to her.

“Drink,” he commanded, leaving no room for argument or negotiation. She did so without hesitation, finding herself suddenly eager to please him. He could’ve asked her to jump off a cliff for all she cared, especially after saving her from some jackass with wandering hands.

She downed the water in one go like she had been stranded, and had barely set the glass down when Jake was flagging Penny down for a second one. “Again,” he pushed, tone still hard. She raised the glass to her lips and prepared to chug but he stopped her with a small touch on her chin. “Slowly,” he ordered.

So she drank in small sips, desperately looking around the bar for anything to focus on instead of him. His knee bounced rapidly and she clenched down on the desire to rest her hand on it.

Damn fruity drinks.

“How did you find me?” she nearly whispered, but he heard it. His spine straightened as he leaned towards her and the closeness only brought on a new wave of neediness within her. The need to be closer, the need to touch him, all of it.

“Alec found me over at the pool tables and asked if I had seen you. I went looking around for you after that.”

He had gone looking for her. Heat bloomed in her chest at the sentiment.

“Happy birthday by the way.”

Her blood chilled at his smirk, and she threw her head back with a groan. “Did Alec tell you?”

Jake’s eyes suddenly glanced down to where his hands were wringing together against the bar top. “No,” he muttered.

“Then how-”

“I’m squadron leader, baby,” he smirked, but even in her stupor she could see the discomfort lining the corners of it. “A good one, too. It’s my job and right to know everything about my pilots.”

Gwyn matched his smirk, more playful than she could help. “You looked at my file.”

It wasn’t meant to be accusatory, but Jake smiled at the challenge. “Maybe I did.” He laughed, pushing the glass of water back up to her lips gently. “Even if I didn’t, it wouldn’t take a genius to see you’ve had a few drinks, and I know Penny is religious about checking I.D.”

Stupid brilliant wonderful Jake Seresin.

“Do the others know?” she muttered. Jake seeing her out on her birthday was bad enough, but having the rest of her team battering her with questions and teasing once she was fully sober wasn’t something she could face.

Jake smiled, hands sliding across the bar to run along the back of her hand which she subconsciously turned over so he could run his digits across her palm. He swallowed heavily watching the movement, taking several moments before answering. “I don’t think so. And they won’t hear it from me, if that’s what you want.”

This. This is what she never saw him give to others, this quiet reassurance and gentleness. He gave himself away freely by means of flirting and charm, but this was just for her. At least she hoped it was.

Just Jake.

Not Hangman.

It was that thought that spurred her into grabbing his fingers, settling their hands in her lap as she played with them bashfully. This was crossing boundaries they hadn’t breached yet, and fuck she hoped she hadn’t ruined everything, but then Jake was relaxing his grip, drawing small circles on her knee.

“I’m gonna call a taxi,” she said as nerves settled in her stomach.

Jake palmed her thigh, effectively stilling her completely. “I’m driving you home.”

And that was that.

She sent a text to Alec to let him know she had left and then another to Phoenix asking if she would call him a cab and make sure he got home safely.

Jake’s car was everything she expected and then some. Some cool classic convertible that screamed “look at me” with a full leather interior because of course it did.

He opened the passenger door for her and guided her in with a hand at the small of her back. They were on the road in minutes while the radio played the kind of music her dad would listen to on Saturday mornings while making breakfast. Tomorrow, she could panic at how right it felt to be here with Jake. How close to being “home” it felt.

Tomorrow.

For now, the wind was pulling at her hair softly as they cruised well below the speed limit through the streetlights. Jake had been noticeably silent, the kind of quiet that meant he was thinking hard about something. Gwyn had almost opened her mouth to ask about it when he lifted his hand from the wheel and settled it on her leg gently.

“So,” she started, mirth lacing the word as she attempted to break up the tension in his brow. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Jake’s face screwed up in confusion before he threw his head back in a full belly laugh. “He wouldn’t have left you alone otherwise, baby.”

‘Maybe he would’ve,’ she wanted to say. ‘Because it was you telling him to.’

Instead she turned her face to watch the lights and houses pass, a content smile pulling at her mouth.

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Jake half-heartedly listened to Gwyn’s directions to her house, already knowing the way but not wanting to tell her that. Besides, he wanted to hear her talk.

Her skin was so warm. It was all he could do to not let go of the wheel completely just have both of his hands on her. The soft amber glow of passing streetlights framed her perfectly and the image of her in his car, smiling as she leaned against the window while his palm sat on her leg, was killing him. He wished he could take a picture of her, of this moment, and keep it forever. Tape it to the speedometer in his plane, frame it in his house somewhere where he could always see her, anything just to keep this very picture with him for the rest of his life.

It was like second nature to have his hands on her. Not in a sexual way necessary (though that train of thought had knocked the wind out of him several times over the past few weeks), but just feeling her. Seeing someone else put their hands on her- some fucking loser, at that- had nearly set him off. Had Gwyn not been there, pliant under his hands and leaning back into his chest, he probably would’ve put those navy workouts to use. And fuck, it was so possessive and out of line for him to feel that way, but it’s how he felt. He couldn’t pin the exact moment he had lost his mind, but he suspected it was around the time he had heard that goddamn laugh crackle through a shitty plane radio.

He pulled into her driveway carefully, glancing at the dashboard clock.

2 a.m.

The drive usually wouldn’t have taken this long, but he had selfishly driven below the speed limit just to stretch out their time together.

Once again, he opened the door for her and held the small of her back while he walked her to the door. She spent several minutes fumbling with her keys before pushing the door open. He followed her in without invitation, insisting that he just wanted to see to it that she got to bed safely.

He was nothing if not a gentleman.

Jake surveyed the space, the knickknacks and photos that littered nearly every available surface and sucked in a breath at how her everything was. He had just bent down to look at an old family photo when a small lump of fur pushed against his legs.

“You have a cat,” he observed, finally breaking the silence. Gwyn turned to him halfway through pulling her shoes off. Color spilled into her cheeks, as if she was embarrassed that he was seeing this much of her personal life.

“Disco,” she said simply, lazily raising her hand to gesture at the small creature now bounding its way down the hall.

He snorted. Of course.

Gwyn rose to full height again, looking up at him nervously. “Thank you, for uh, helping me out. And also driving me home.”

And then she was hugging him.

Her arms curled around neck and her fingers just barely grazed across the back of his neck. He shivered. Finding his strength, Jake lifted his arms to wrap them around her waist and greedily planted his nose in her hair. Only for a moment, that was all he would take. All he would allow himself was a moment.

But she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she clutched at the collar of his shirt and laid her forehead against his chest. He prayed she couldn’t feel the pounding of his heart against her cheek.

When she did pull away, he wanted to yank her back in. He wished she was more sober, just so he could kiss her, but he supposed it was a good thing she wasn’t so he wouldn’t mess this up.

Squadron leader.

He was her squadron leader.

And that was all he could be.

A lump had formed in his throat, and he forced himself to choke out the words that had been tugging at him all night. “I got you something,” he gulped.

Her brow furrowed, and God he wanted to kiss it. Jake reached for the box in his pocket, the weight of it like a stone in his stomach.

She took it hesitantly, opening it with a delicacy that killed him. Her mouth dropped open at the small chain inside, a small plane charm hanging from the metal. She gaped at him openly and he found himself more nervous than he had ever been. He had flown missions the likes of which the navy had never seen, finished top of every program he ever entered, and faced certain death more than what he could consider healthy.

Nothing compared to this.

Nothing compared to the way her eyes looked at him from beneath her lashes and the pretty tinge of pink of her cheeks. Nothing.

“A birthday present,” he stuttered out. “Consider it a gift from the team. Figured it was prettier than dog tags.”

She still remained quiet.

It was so silent he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears and he contemplated just turning around and leaving, praying she wouldn’t remember this when she woke up. He had waited all day to give this to her for that very reason, unable to face her sober while he poured out a small part of himself to her.

She closed her mouth finally, glancing back down at the necklace before looking at him again.

“Put it on me?” she asked gently.

She didn’t even have to ask. He would do anything she wanted at that moment. He would've raked himself across hot coals if it would have made her look at home the way she was just then. He had never wished to be anyone besides himself before, but he would’ve killed to just have a minute where he wasn’t squadron leader and she wasn’t his subordinate and they could just be Jake and Gwyn and he could kiss her and hold her and tell her how pretty she looked when she was looking at him.

He didn’t trust his voice, so he simply nodded and reached for the chain. Gwyn turned around and lifted her hair so he could slip the necklace around her throat and he allowed himself another few selfish seconds to trail his fingers down the column of her neck and across the tops of her shoulders. His fingers were shaking. When had they started shaking?

Gwyn faced him again, face soft and eyes clear when she looked at him. Without warning, she pulled him in for another hug, fiercer this time. Jake wanted to bottle up the feeling of her in his arms and indulge in it forever.

When she pulled away this time, he kept his arms around her waist. ‘Just a little bit longer,’ he told himself.

“Thank you Jake.”

His name was like honey on her tongue. No one had ever made his name sound like a melody but she did. God, he was in so deep.

She walked him to the door and leaned against the doorframe while he walked to his car. Before he could get in, she hollered after him.

“See you later, Hangman.”

He smiled. “Just name the time and place, Cheek.”

She grinned back at him, lingering on the doorstep for another moment. “Bye.”

Jake laughed softly as he finally leaned into his car. “Bye, baby.”

And if he sat there for a few more minutes after she had gone back inside, waiting until her lights had shut off and he knew she had made it to bed, well then nobody had to know.

Part 7

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gobblinhours · 5 months

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Thin Line Commentary

I've never done this before, but @alchemicallymoon made one for their Agent 32 fic, (which can be read here) so what the hell, seems like an interesting idea!

And fun fact, the whole idea for this fic was spawned because I cannot smile, I just press my lips together into a Thin Line (title drop)

Biggest thing to note: How long it took to write. I thought that it would be around 5000 words and I could get it out by Thanksgiving.

This was not the case. The original roadmap was Eight & Four -> Eight & Three, with a one-day time skip in the middle. But then I had an idea to make it less abrupt, so I integrated Off the Hook into it, before realizing I was leaning into Eight's relationship with Pearl, at the cost of Marina, so I had to make another scene with Eight and Marina to even things out. (leading to this post) Then I figured I should throw in a little bit of positive interaction between Pearl and Marina, which luckily was easily able to be adapted into something subtly referencing Pearlina at the end.

Then I realized that someone had to stay back to commentate over the radio, and if Three and Eight were going to go into a kettle together like I planned, someone else would have to be in the story. I'm not confident in writing Cuttlefish or Sheldon for extended periods, and I already utilized Marie for a joke, so Callie was the most viable option.

And she worked surprisingly well! She and Eight bounced off of each other as if they had been friends for years, even though at this point in time this was the first time Eight had spent any time 1-on-1 with Callie, and she was a great foil to Three, with both examples leading to slapdash photoshop jobs. I had them run through a kettle, (24, for obvious reasons.), and fun fact: That was written as I played through it with a charger, albeit with two people and an increase in skill.

After that, I finally was able to get Three and Eight together, although by that point I was already over my estimate and had to cut out a plot point to save time and energy. (Three and Eight get sushi together during the evening with a Three name drop!) Luckily that was at the very end of the fic, so that fact, combined with the fact that I had no idea how to bridge the time gap except for a shopping montage, which seemed like too much of a cut for me, so I chopped it down to lunch, turf war, and video games. In the end, the roadmap ended up more like Eight & Four -> Eight & Pearl -> Eight & Marina -> Eight with Pearlina in the background -> Eight & Callie -> Eight & Three.

The biggest time loss besides IRL business was finding ways to connect the scenes together organically, as I didn't want to overutilize line breaks. I spent days unable to think of a way to connect them, (the kettle run and lunch being especially egregious) to the point where the once-liberal Thanksgiving estimate was now a speck in the rear-view mirror. The second biggest issue was writing a turf war, as I realized that fight scenes (specifically choreography) were not my specialty. (Also why you don't get to see Eight play generic-brand DDR) I can visualize it in my mind, but I can't put it into words. Hopefully with practice that can be fixed.

Overall, this is the second fic I've written that I was 100% proud of upon release, possibly due to the anxiety that came from accidentally posting it early drowned out any perceived issues, which happened with my first fic, which is the other one I was satisfied with. (my one complaint is that I couldn't come up with a good name for Callie to use in a chatroom, because agentFUN was already taken and I couldn't come up with anything else.)

Overall, I'm surprisingly happy with the quality of this, and I doubt that I'll write anything close to this length and quality, at least for a while. And while I know that I did say that I would write another Agent 24 fic next, this has drained me of any motivation to write anything focused on this ship, and I need time to recover. But I have plenty of non-24 related ideas, and motivation still flows within me. The most anyone should expect for a bit is occasional updates to my microfic dump, but that by no means means that I am not going to write anything big again, just taking a break from more time-consuming projects, as I spent over a month on this, and the added pressure of having people vote on this didn't help at all, so from now on I probably won't do that.

But even though it was absolute hell to write, it was oddly satisfying to work on, and it feels weird not having to think about what to write next.

#splatoon #agent 24 #agent 3 #agent 8

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Game Night

"Can we please play a different game? Something we're all good at?" Sam whines for the dozenth time.

Peter gets momentarily distracted by Sam's poorly timed complaint, putting his foot on the space where you hand occupied.

"Ow." You instinctively flinch back, your elbow pushing in Nat's knee.

No one is able to catch themselves and like the domino effect, the intricate tangle of limbs all come crashing down.

"Thanks a lot, Sam," Wanda sarcastically quips, picking herself up off of Peter.

"You four are the only ones playing. The rest of us are just sitting here," Sam says, gesturing to the men sitting around him.

"Aww..." Nat mockingly coos, holding her hand out to help you stand up off the mat. "Are the middle aged men not good at Twister?"

"I am not middle aged!" Sam seethes, crossing his arms as he sits further back into the couch.

Nat condescendingly pats his shoulder. "If your joints click when you try to reach for a different color, you're middle aged."

Sam huffs, but doesn't offer another rebuttal, instead turning to the room, asking, "Doesn't anyone want to play anything else?"

"I'm good right here," Bucky says, sitting on the couch content to be a spectator to you playing Twister. "Don't mind one bit."

"Because you've been staring at your girlfriend's ass for the last hour!" Sam accuses. "What about the rest of us? The ones without pretty people to stare at?"

You playfully roll your eyes, sitting on the arm rest next to Bucky only to have him pull you down in his lap. Bucky shrugs, barely even paying attention to Sam anymore, "Sucks to be you."

"Maybe instead of your morning runs, you try some yoga once in a while?" Wanda teases, folding up the Twister mat. "Maybe your joints would stop clicking."

"Leave me and my joints alone," Sam grumbles, absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder.

"You should try it, it's really fun," Peter interjects.

"Peter does yoga with you and Wanda?" Bucky asks you, a conflicted expression on his face.

"Sometimes," you shrug, turning back to the room before Bucky can say anything else, "We could play Uno?"

"No!' Tony firmly objects. "The last time we played Uno, I had to buy a new table."

"Well, maybe Sam'll think before plus-fouring me four times in a row," Bucky fumes.

"Or maybe you should stop being a sore loser?"

"Or stop being a cheater!" Bucky accuses.

"How about Monopoly?" Steve quickly suggests before Sam and Bucky get into another heated argument about the last game night.

The epic fights and meltdowns during the last game night really shouldn't have been all that surprising considering the room was filled with a bunch of superheroes all with egos as incredible as their abilities. You weren't really sure who talked Tony into having another game night or how exactly they talked him into it, but here you all were.

"Sure, the financial crime game!" Tony sarcastically remarks, standing up off the couch. "They should make more of them, the Ponzi Scheme board game sounds like it'd be a hit!"

"Great, it's decided then!" you exclaim, standing up to retrieve the game.

"Sarcasm, pinkie pie," Tony sighs. "That was sarcasm."

"We could always go back to Twister?" Bucky smugly suggests.

"No," Sam barks.

"Truth or dare?"

"What are we in high school?" Tony remarks, rolling his eyes. "No offense, Peter."

"None taken," Peter replies.

"Poker?" Sam suggests.

"How many people in this room know how to play poker?" Tony scoffs.

You, Nat, Tony, and Sam are the only ones that raise your hands.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at you. "You know how to play poker?"

"You don't?" you teasingly counter.

"She's pretty good too," Sam comments. "We played once and I thought I was going to win the hand, then she swooped in and robbed me blind."

"Yeah, I don't feel like spending the night teaching a bunch of amateurs to play poker. Pick something else," Tony sighs.

"Well, since you keep shooting down our ideas why don't you pick something?" Sam retorts.

After another 10 minutes of intense deliberation, you ended on a game that everyone had equal chances of success at. And for a room like this, that was an incredibly difficult task. Trivia wasn't a fair option to those of you separated from society for long periods of time. Any games with physical demands favored the super soldiers. Nat and Tony were eerily good at card games and anything with probability.

With all that into consideration, you ended up on a game that seemed to be the most fair: Pictionary.

It then took another ten minutes of arguing to decide on how to pick teams. Tony argued the most fair way was to have FRIDAY do it. Sam argued that team captains should be picked and have them choose. Both your's and Peter's eyes volleyed back and forth as you watched the entire room descend into chaotic bickering. Bucky offered only non-committal grunts and one syllable responses. In the end, everyone ended up drawing numbers from a basket.

There were three teams. Team 1 consisted of Tony, Bruce, and Peter. Team 2 consisted of Steve, Wanda, and Nat. And Team 3 was you, Bucky, and Sam - as luck would have it.

"Oh, because they've never worked together before," Tony sarcastically mutters about your team. "I thought the point of this was team building."

"Are we not all on the same team?" Bucky counters, an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you seated on his lap.

"The golden trio - reunited again," Sam cheekily comments as he moves from his stool to take a seat next to you and Bucky.

"I thought we were the golden trio," Steve scoffs in indignation, gesturing to himself, Sam, and Bucky.

"Well... this is awkward," you mumble to Bucky. "Maybe we can be the silver trio?"

"Doesn't have the same ring to it," Sam objects.

"Why can't we have more than one golden trio?" you ask.

"As thrilling as this dispute is," Tony interjects. "Can we please get back to the game?"

"Right," you nod. "James, you're up."

"Alright," Bucky nods, pulling a card from the little stack. He looks up at you and Sam, nodding with confidence, "We've got this one- piece of cake."

You give him a thumbs up for assurance as he walks up to the white board.

"Your time starts....now," Steve declares, flipping the little plastic hourglass over.

Immediately, Bucky begins scribbling on the white board, you and Sam follow his animation. Your lips pull in as he puts the marker down and steps aside to show you the full illustration. He holds up one finger.

"One word?" you ask.

He eagerly nods, then starts making a film reel motion.

"A movie?" Sam adds.

Bucky nods again, this time with even more enthusiasm. You and Sam stare at the strange drawing. You both simultaneously angle your heads to try to figure out what exactly Bucky drew. "Is that a sideways moon?"

"A banana?" Sam wonders, his head completely twisted to one side. "What kind of movie is about a banana?"

Bucky frantically shakes his head, tapping the board with the marker, only to haphazardly add a sail to his drawing.

"A boat?" you ask, to which he impatiently nods.

"And time is up!" Steve calls, a little too happy that your team failed epically.

"Titanic!" Bucky shouts, almost snapping the dry erase marker. "How did you not get that?"

"Maybe if you were better at drawing we would've gotten that," Sam accuses, almost bursting out of his seat.

"Why would I draw a banana? What movie is about a banana?" Bucky rants, pacing in front of the white board.

"That was my question!"

"Hold on, this is what they want," you abruptly interject, pointing to Steve's smug expression. "They want us to start fighting. We can't let them get to us, guys."

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes to feign innocence. "Okay, Sun Tzu, whatever you say. Who's next?"

Despite picking a game that seemed to be the most fair, ironically, no one on the team is all that good at Pictionary. In fact, in your own ways, you're all equally terrible.

Steve, ever the artistic perfectionist, carefully illustrates an image that probably would've perfectly captured the movie. But he takes too long to draw a single image and leaves his team no time guess what movie he's trying to illustrate. He tries to convince the room to restart the timer, and slinks back to his seat to sulk when no one allows him to.

When it's Peter's turn, he's giddy with his chosen movie. He excitedly walks up to the white board and finishes his drawing with an incredible time. His fault was the illustration was too obscure for Tony or Bruce to even remotely understand. Tony tries to talk everyone into giving Peter another chance on the premise of being the only kid here. Sam simply guffaws in response. No one ever figured out the reference.

With each team having been equally terrible, you all agree to another round - if only so at least one team can be a clear winner, or so one team can at least have one point to their name.

Sam refuses to stand up and face Bucky's wrath if they lose the round again, so you eagerly stand up off of Bucky's lap and pick a card from the stack. At the front of the room, you look at the card and you do your best to contain your cheeky grin at your lucky pick.

"Time starts...now," Steve grumbles, still upset about his painful loss from the previous round.

You haphazardly draw a single circle. You place the marker back down and turn to Bucky and Sam holding up four fingers.

"Lord of the Rings!" Sam blurts instantly.

"Yes!" you cheer.

"That you get?" Bucky bellows.

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