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Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

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“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin.

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?”

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another.

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you.

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked.

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!”

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!”

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry.

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused.

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.”

“Ayato~” you whimpered.

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where.

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat.

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human.

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.”

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips.

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free.

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards.

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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btssavedmylifeblr · 4 years

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Tongue Tied (M)

Genre: SMUT, fluff, crack, demon au (sort of), idol verse, established relationship au, pwp with a side of minor relationship angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count:12k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, orgasm denial, masturbation, squirting, sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, bladder desperation and brainwashing

A/N: So… this is porn. Apologies to everyone, especially Park Jimin. Blame my anons who goaded me into it. Love you all! Stay hydrated.

Jimin's tongue trails a warm circle around your erect nipple.

"Stop teasing," you groan, threading your fingers through his dark hair and tugging him closer to you.

Jimin obliges, spreading his tongue across the perky bud, sucking it into his mouth, massaging with his lips. Flames of arousal rush through you. His fingers move from your hip to your lower folds, dipping into you, checking how wet you are. He releases your breast and smirks, holding up his fingers to show you the translucent strings stretching between them. "So eager.”

He laves kisses across your throat. His tongue alternates between firm and soft, sucking just to the point of pain, then soothing it away. He moves downward, sliding you up the bed as he works his way toward your swollen center. Every place his tongue touches burns with desire.

Your core throbs as he draws closer and closer to it. Despite dating for six months, Jimin has never gone down on you. The place you most want his talented tongue is the one place it has never been. In the beginning of your relationship, you had assumed oral sex was something he had accidentally overlooked. But now it was starting to seem deliberate.

Jimin sucks a hard kiss onto your hip as he slips his finger back between your folds, spreading your arousal up to your clitoris. He draws a slow circle around the sensitive nub, laughing softly against your belly when you moan out loud.

The closer he gets, the more your desperation builds. You tighten your fingers in his hair to coax him farther down. He pushes your folds apart with his hand, bringing his face in close to inspect your swollen cunt, chuckling as it clenches. Your clit pulses as you wait for him to bring his mouth to it.

But then he's pulling away from you, sitting back on his heels. "I'm going to fuck you now.” He holds you open with one hand and strokes his dick with the other. You bite your lip to hide your disappointment and nod.

There's nothing disappointing about Jimin's dick though. He knows how to use it well. It's not until you're both sweaty, sated and lying in each other's arms that you remember your earlier disappointment.

"Jimin?" You trail a finger over his chest. "Can I ask you a question?"

He gives a soft murmur of assent as he presses a contented kiss to your forehead. His hand strokes lazily up and down your arm.

"Why do you never go down on me?"

His hand stops moving.

You press on. "I blow you all the time, but you never go down on me."

"I don't know.” He shifts underneath you, his eyes not meeting your gaze. "Just like other stuff better."

"Well, sure," you reply, kissing his chest. It had never been your favorite activity either, always making you a bit self-conscious. But it was quickly becoming the thing you most wanted, simply because he wouldn't let you have it. "But it's always fun to try new things."

He continues to duck your gaze as he unwraps his arm from you and scoots away from you over to his side of the bed.

Maybe he was insecure about this particular activity? You slide in next to him and kiss his shoulder. "I bet you'd be really good at it.”

He shifts away from you again, frowning as you continue to chase him across the bed. "I just don't like it, okay?"

Your mouth falls open in shock. It’s such an un-Jimin-like reaction. He's always so generous with everything in your relationship.

"Why?" Did he have some terrible previous experience he didn't want to discuss? What kind of traumatic cunnilingus backstory would leave him this turned off?

"I don't know." He rolls over so his back is to you. "Can't you drop it?"

"No, I'm not going to drop it!" You sit up and nudge his shoulder. "Are you saying you'll never do it?"

He turns back over to face you, licking his lips. "Would you break up with me if I was?"

"What?"

"How big of a deal is it?"

"I don't know." It never occurred to you that you might face a relationship ultimatum over oral sex. You’re madly in love with Jimin. He’s the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Surely that matters more than how much time he spends between your legs.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you ask. Did you taste bad? Smell funky?

“No!" Jimin's eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, no, it’s just...” He sits up, sighing as he leans back against the headboard. "I was waiting to tell you this until we'd been together a bit longer." He runs a hand through his hair as he gathers his thoughts.

What secret has your boyfriend been keeping from you all this time? Does he have some weird STD that is only spread through oral? Is he allergic to vagina?

"My tongue is cursed." He rubs the back of his neck, sighing as if relieved of some terrible burden.

You laugh out loud. Of all the explanations you had concocted, none were as ludicrous as this.

"Don't laugh." Jimin frowns, kicking the bed.

"Your tongue is cursed?" It's impossible to not laugh when you say it out loud. "Like by a witch?"

"No, not by a witch, don't be absurd." He squirms and pulls his knees up to his chest. "I'm part demon."

You snort in laughter again. But Jimin looks so hurt by the sound that you bite your tongue.

"My great-grandfather on my father's side was a demon,” Jimin elaborates, staring down at his hands.

“Wait, are you serious?” You arch an eyebrow, afraid of appearing to actually believe him just for him to tease you.

Jimin groans in frustration, twisting the bedsheets in his hands. "I didn't believe my mom when she told me either. But it's true. My grandmother swore it was true."

"Let me get this straight." You sit up a bit straighter, eyeing him skeptically. "The reason you won't go down on me is that you are one-eighth demon, and your tongue is cursed."

He bites his lip and nods.

"Jimin, that's ridiculous."

His shoulders slump as he curls in on himself. You're still waiting for the "gotcha!" you think is coming, but he looks sad and embarrassed.

"Fine," you sigh, willing to hear him out. "What kind of demon?"

He picks his head up and licks his lips. "An incubus."

"Your great-grandfather devoured the souls of women through sex?"

Jimin shifts back and forth, rubbing his hands up and down his legs. "Grandma said he was very handsome."

Your boyfriend is very handsome too. But that doesn't mean he's part demon.

"He didn't hurt anyone." Jimin tries to defend his clearly fictional demon great-grandfather. "He just, you know, hooked up with a lot of women."

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "So which parts of you are demon then?"

"Just my tongue."

"Be serious."

"I am being serious! Look!" He sticks his tongue out as far as it will go. It's very long, reaching all the way to his chin. And it's pointy. But it seems to be a perfectly normal tongue.

"It doesn't look cursed to me."

"It's so long though," he mumbles, having difficulty pronouncing the words with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Yeah, but not like supernaturally long." You argue, leaning in closer to inspect the potentially cursed muscle. He wiggles it back and forth as if that will convince you there's something unusual about it. "What does that even mean, a cursed tongue?"

Jimin draws in a deep breath, as if about to reveal a deep, dark secret.

"Any girl that I get off with my tongue…“ He pauses for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes, “can never come again."

His proclamation hangs in the air of your bedroom, as he waits for you to gasp in shock. You raise an eyebrow instead. "Ever?"

"Except!" He holds up a finger. "On my tongue."

You can't hold back the laughter this time. "So is there some horde of perpetually horny women out there, dying to experience your tongue again?"

He shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "I've never done it with anyone before." He begins twisting the bedsheets in his hands again. "I didn't want to risk it being true. My mom was really serious when she explained it."

"That's an awkward conversation to have with your mother."

Jimin finally laughs. "Yes, yes it was."

His change in demeanor brings you some relief. But it can't be true. There's no such thing as demons.

"You sure you're not making up excuses to not reciprocate?"

"I'm not making it up!" Jimin smacks the bed in emphasis. "I'm dying to go down on you!"

"You are?" Your earlier arousal knocks between your legs again.

"Yes!" He pushes his hair off his forehead. "Every time I get down there, all I want to do is suck on your needy little clit." Your core clenches and you squirm on the bed next to him. He eyes you up and down and smirks. "To make you fall apart with my tongue." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close enough to whisper in your ear. "To be surrounded by you as you come on my face."

"Would it be so bad if we tried it?" you ask, squeezing your thighs together to cope with the tension building between them.

"You'd want that?" His eyes widen and he licks his lips in excitement. "Even if the curse is real?"

"Yes, I'd want that." He's so excited that you don't have the heart to tell him that there's no way the curse is real.

Jimin giggles with delight, gathering your hands into his. "You know I love you right?" He kisses each of your hands. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Jimin," you reply and he pulls you in for a long kiss. His reaction would make you think he'd asked you to marry him.

"We can't do it tonight though," he mutters, frowning. “I’m leaving tomorrow."

Shit. The boys are leaving for their world tour tomorrow. A fact that has slipped your mind in the whole your-boyfriend-might-be-a-demon discussion.

"What better way to say goodbye?" You whisper, leaning in and planting light kisses up and down his neck. You're not going to let some weird family legend stand in the way of your boyfriend getting you off one more time before he disappears for a month.

"You sure?" Jimin raises an eyebrow. "A month is a long time to go."

"I think I'll survive." You've dealt with Jimin's absences before. You don’t like them, but you can’t admit to him how much they bother you. And curses aren't real.

Jimin's whole attitude changes, a dangerous glimmer in his eye. "Yeah?" He kisses your neck as his hand sneaks down between your legs. You're still sensitive and wet and you flinch when he slips his fingers into you, your arms breaking out in goosebumps. "Is this where you want my tongue?" he teases as his index finger brushes against your clitoris.

"Jimin, please," you whine. He pulls his hand back, but you slide your hips forward, chasing after him. You've been waiting for months and all he wants to do is tease.

"So needy..." The smirk on his lips and predatory gleam in his eyes have you almost believing he is a demon. "It's like you want to give me all your orgasms."

"Curses aren't real," you gasp as he sucks a long kiss into your neck.

"Maybe you don't care if it's real." He trails kisses downward. "Maybe you want me to claim all your pleasure for myself." It's embarrassing the way more arousal drips from you at the idea. "Maybe you want to be alone and desperate, unable to satisfy yourself without me."

It's probably your mind playing tricks on you, but his mouth feels hotter than usual. It burns everywhere he touches you. He pauses his trail downward to suck on your nipple and you arch your back to press into him further.

"I like that idea," he says, releasing your breast and continuing his burning trail downwards. "That no other man will ever be able to satisfy you." He slips his fingers back inside you and you moan. "No toy, no dick, not even your own fingers will be able to bring you relief." His tongue inches downward, interrupted by lingering kisses. Your core is so swollen with arousal, the ache inside you so desperate. He smiles as he curls two fingers upward, so slowly that your thighs begin to tremble. "Every single one of your orgasms will belong to me."

"Please, Jimin." You're going to lose your mind if he keeps teasing like this. You roll your hips against his hand, trying to get his fingers in deeper.

"Is that what you want?" he asks. His mouth is so close you can feel his warm breath on your sensitive swollen skin. "Do you want to give me all your orgasms?"

He looks so serious when he asks, it almost makes you believe. But curses and demons aren't real. It's just a game. A game you’re both enjoying.

"Yes," you whisper. "I want you to have them all, Jimin."

"Good girl." He closes his eyes and exhales, then finally - finally - brings his mouth to your clitoris.

The surge of heat on the swollen bud almost has you coming the moment he takes it into his mouth.

"Holy shit," you groan, rocking your hips upward.

"Easy..." Jimin soothes, placing a firm hand on your hips to hold you down. "I'll take care of you." Then he buries himself between your legs.

His tongue alternates hard and soft as it strokes your clit. Any reservations he had about this have disappeared with the way he relishes you. He slides his fingers inside you and pairs each stroke of his tongue with internal pressure from his fingers. You pulse with arousal inside and out. You wind your fingers through his soft hair and he groans a deep satisfied rumble.

"Please, please," you beg, tugging him against you as you get closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it." He pulls off one last time to catch his breath. "Let me have it." His thumb rolls slowly over your clit as he watches you from between your thighs. "Come for me. Be mine."

He dives back in, the pace of his fingers curling inside you matching the figure-eights his tongue weaves over your clitoris. Heat radiates from his tongue, burning and tingling, so pleasurable it's almost painful. Warmth spreads through you, flowing into you and flooding up your spine and down to your toes. You tug harder on his hair. The groan he releases sends vibrations throughout your core, pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck, Jimin, I'm coming," you gasp. Your muscles clench around his fingers and your hips rock against his face as waves of pleasure cascade through you. It lasts for an eternity as he keeps stroking you, perfectly in time to the rhythms inside you. He keeps at it until you finally whine and squirm away, everything becoming too much.

"That's my girl." He smiles as he places a soft kiss on your inner thigh and chuckles when your skin trembles in response.

Minutes pass as you recover your breath. Jimin's head is still between your legs, trailing soft kisses up and down your inner thigh. It tickles and you try to squirm away, but his grip on your hips is too tight.

"Jimin," you whine, wiggling beneath him.

He ignores you, trailing his wet fingers up and down your leg.

"You know," he says, resting his chin on your thigh. "If the curse is real..."

"The curse is not real, Jimin.”

"If the curse is real,” he talks over you, pinching your inner thigh and making you jump, “then that was your last orgasm for a month." He looks so pleased with himself, dark eyes full of mischief. Your skin tingles under his hungry gaze and you begin to heat up again. "Seems a shame to leave it at that."

"Jimin," you sigh. "I'm not sure I have another one in me tonight."

"Oh, come on." He dives back into you, bumping his nose into your clitoris and causing your whole body to jolt. "I can't leave you with just one." He nuzzles against you. "How will you manage?"

A slight pang of pain hits you that he’s going to be gone for so long. But you don’t want him to see it, so you play sarcastic. "I have a vibrator."

"You do?"

"How else do you think I deal with your touring schedule?"

"Dirty girl..." He nips playfully at your inner thigh. "Where is it?"

You blush. "Under the bed."

"What?" His eyes widen in surprise. He swings his head over the side of the bed, inspecting underneath it. "There's nothing but shoes down here," he says as he hangs upside-down searching for your vibrator.

"In the Adidas box." You hide your face behind your hands as he climbs off the bed.

"Look at you," he teases. "Hiding sex toys in shoeboxes. You are dirty." He laughs a delighted laugh when he opens the correct box and you curl in on yourself further. He climbs back on top of you, pulling your hands away from your face.

You laugh when you see him, a small bullet vibrator hanging by its cord from between his teeth.

"I want to see it," he says as he drops the vibrator into your hands. "Show me how you get yourself off, if I'm not around to do it."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Two is kind of my max. I don't know if I can."

"I believe in you, sweetheart." Jimin sits back on his heels to watch you, keeping his hand on the controller connected to the vibrator in your hand.

Your heart beats faster as he stares at you. His semi-erect dick dangles between his spread knees.

"Go on," he encourages, turning the vibrator on.

You move the vibrator down between your legs. It makes a spluttering sound as it encounters your wet folds.

"Listen to that." Jimin smiles and scoots forward on his knees, licking his lips. "Listen to how wet you are. I bet you can come again."

The vibrator does feel good against your sensitive skin and watching him watch you fills you with an arousing mix of embarrassment and confidence. The pleasure builds quickly, everything still wound up from your previous orgasm.

He increases the speed on the vibrator. "Are you getting close?" he asks, his own erection rising as he watches you.

You groan and nod, rolling the vibrator in circles across your palm, grinding it into your clitoris. The sounds of the vibrator, the sloppy wetness of your arousal, and your panting breaths fill the room as Jimin waits to watch you come.

But the closer the edge of your pleasure gets, the more distracted you become. He's just sitting there waiting, with that smug grin on his face. What if you can't come? What if he thinks this stupid curse is real? You just came, it's perfectly reasonable that you might not be able to come again right now.

The further you get into your own head, the further your climax drifts away.

"It's not working, is it?" He strokes his now fully erect cock and wiggles his eyebrows. "Need some assistance?" He turns up the vibrations to their maximum setting.

The drive to come surges back as you press harder against yourself with the vibrator and watch him stroke himself. He shuffles forward on his knees, until his dick is right next to your face.

"Suck my cock," he urges, nudging your cheek with his erection. "Do a good job and I'll let you come."

You want to roll your eyes at the suggestion that he has any control over whether or not you come, but his erection is too tempting. You sit up slightly and draw him into your mouth.

"That's a good girl," he groans. "My desperate little cockslut."

He's so hard on your tongue. You let go of the vibrator to angle yourself better. He moans when you sink down so far that your nose bumps into his pubic bone.

"Fuck," he exhales and his hands tremble as he caresses your cheek. "You take it so well." He picks the vibrator back up from where you dropped it onto the bedspread and positions it back between your legs. You jolt and moan, sending vibrations through his dick. He threads his fingers into the hair at the back of your neck, easing you up and down his cock.

You hover at the edge of coming, so debauched and needy and desperate to please him. He rolls the vibrator faster around your clitoris and you're so close. "Can you come for me?" he whispers, stroking your hair. "I want to see you come with my cock in your mouth."

You groan and rock your hips back and forth against his hand, chasing the edge as he guides you up and down his dick. But you can't quite get there. Every time you reach the tipping point, his cock bumps into the back of your throat and you gag.

"You can't do it, can you?" he teases, pace increasing as he gets more and more excited. The vibrator drops to the bed as he uses both hands to grip the back of your head. "You're mine now. All your orgasms are mine," he chokes out as he loses control of himself and comes down your throat, holding you to him and forcing you to swallow his whole release.

His thighs tremble as he sinks down onto the bed. "I love you," he says, kissing your cheek. He folds his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and sighing happily. Your core aches, but Jimin looks like he’s about to fall asleep.

“Hey!” You poke him in the ribs. "You can't leave me like this."

He opens one eye and laughs. "You admitting that you need me?"

You pout, not wanting to admit anything, but really wanting to get off one last time before bed. He's leaving tomorrow. Just because you want him right now doesn't mean you're cursed.

"Please, Jimin." You nudge the vibrator back into his hand, core clenching again when he takes it from you. "Help me."

"Of course." He smiles and kisses you again, before scooting down the bed and positioning himself between your legs one last time.

"So wet and swollen," he teases, as he traces a finger up and down your labia, chuckling as it twitches.

"Quit teasing," you groan, smacking his hand in irritation.

"Yes, dear." He brings the buzzing vibrator back to your clitoris and your hips buck upward to meet him. You're so close to coming you cry out, reaching out for him and grabbing on to whatever you can reach. One hand grips his shoulder as the other tangles into his hair. "That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me."

His warm wet tongue slides in next to the vibrator and you shatter into a million pieces.

Your fragmented mind floats above you as you tense in pleasure, every muscle contracted as it all becomes too much. You sob as your third orgasm of the night is ripped from you. Jimin massages both the vibrator and his tongue against you, pulling every last drop of arousal from you.

You collapse into a pile of jelly. "Fuck," you breathe out. "That was amazing."

"Glad you enjoyed it." Jimin beams from between your legs, giving one small kiss to your pubic mound before sliding back up and cradling you in his arms. "Hope it was worth it," he mumbles, kissing your forehead as you close your eyes.

You nuzzle into his warm, muscular chest. It certainly seems worth it right now. But curses aren't real. It's the last thing you think before you fall into a deep satisfied sleep. Curses aren't real.

______

You roll over the next morning to find Jimin’s side of the bed empty. Running water in the bathroom tells you he’s already up and getting ready to leave.

There’s a tingle between your legs, an echo of the night before. Your legs and crotch are slick with a mix of saliva, arousal and sweat. It should be disgusting, but it makes you smile mischievously. Memories of last night replay in your mind as you slide your hand down between your legs and contemplate how you got so messy.

The bathroom door is closed. You wiggle over to Jimin’s side of the bed and pick up his phone. It’s 5:30 am. Do you have enough time to talk him into coming back to bed? Your core pulses and you run a teasing finger around it. It’s so sore that it almost hurts to touch it. Almost, but not quite enough to stop you. You miss the heat of his mouth, the possessive way he talked, his groans of pleasure as he consumed you.

“Jimin,” you call out, unable to wait for him any longer.

The running water stops. “Yeah?” he calls out, not opening the door.

“Are you almost done in there?”

“One second.” The water switches back on briefly before he shuts it off and opens the door.

Jimin is shirtless, patting his face dry with a towel. You lick your lips at the sight of him, the tingle between your legs escalating to full ache. He’s dressed in only black slacks, hair wet and tousled from his shower. Your core pulses as you watch a drop of water from his hair drop onto his chest and trail down the muscular planes of his stomach.

His eyes rake over you, making you feel naked despite the covers. You pull your hand away from yourself, embarrassed. Your possibly demonic boyfriend smirks.

“Last night not enough for you?” He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, looking all too pleased with himself. “Greedy girl.”

You want to scoff at him, but your pussy clenches traitorously instead. His dark eyes burn even hotter, as if he knows.

He chuckles. “I’d offer to help you out, but I just washed my face.”

You roll your eyes and squirm under the covers. “There are other ways to help me.” You don’t need his tongue. His fingers or his cock would do just as nicely.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he walks over to his nightstand and picks up his phone. “I’ve only got ten minutes before the car arrives though.”

The pang of distress at his leaving returns. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”

“I thought you could use the rest.” He laughs and kisses you on the forehead. “I didn’t want to wake you earlier than I had to.”

It feels especially hard to say goodbye today. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I bet you will,” he replies, striding across the room to fish a white button-down shirt from the closet, still smirking. “A month is a long time to go.”

“I like more about you than just the sex.” You cross your arms and pout. “Won’t you miss me?”

Jimin laughs brightly as he buttons up his shirt. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Of course, I’ll miss you.” He takes your hands in his, squeezing gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” It doesn’t feel like enough to convey how much you’re going to miss him. But you don’t want to be that needy girl who begs her boyfriend to stay.

He smiles and picks up your hands, lifting them to his lips and kissing the back of each. Then he pauses and sniffs. He can smell the arousal on your hand and you are mortified. His eyes flick back up to your blushing face and he cocks an eyebrow, pleased smirk on his lips. "You sure you don't want my assistance one last time?"

You clench your thighs together and squirm under his heated gaze. "I wouldn't want you to be late." You can always get yourself off after he leaves.

"Yeah," he replies, glancing at his watch. "I should get going." He cups your cheek in his palm, tilting your chin up to give him a kiss goodbye.

You pour all your unspoken longing into your last kiss. His mouth is warm, his lips soft, and when his tongue enters your mouth, your whole body breaks out in droplets of sweat. You thread your fingers into his damp hair, pulling him closer as you moan against his lips.

He laughs as he pulls away from you. "So needy," he teases, wiping his lips with his thumb. "I like it." You want to scoff at how patronizing he sounds, but then he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Be good for me," he whispers and you can't help the whine you emit as he lets go of you.

What is the matter with you? You've always prided yourself on being a mature adult who was respectful of his schedule, not some hormonal teenager who can't live without her boyfriend. You must be horny. As soon as he leaves, you can solve that problem and go about your day as usual.

You watch Jimin leave, admiring the way the tight black pants show off his best assets. "Hurry back!” you call after him. He blows you a kiss, and then he's gone.

The moment he's gone, you feel colder and emptier. You slide back down under the covers, drawing them up over your shoulders, and sighing broken-heartedly. It's dramatic, but no one is around to see you, so you let yourself wallow for a moment.

The tingle between your legs recaptures your attention. You glance over to the nightstand where your vibrator waits. Your pelvic muscles twitch in excitement. You scoop the vibrator up and sneak it under the bed covers.

You take your time easing into your arousal. You're still sore and sensitive from last night, so you don't go straight for the maximum setting. You tease yourself slowly, like Jimin would. His kiss lingers on your lips. Your fingers miss his soft hair. The vibrator echoes the burning, tingling pleasure of his tongue.

Just as you reach your plateau, cranking the vibrator to the highest setting and settling in for the home stretch, your phone buzzes.

Today 10:35 am

Jimin: What are you doing?

You: Nothing...

Jimin: Nothing? You sure about that? You sure you're not fingering that needy clit right now?

You: I am doing no such thing.

Jimin: You've got the vibrator out then.

You: Fuck. How do you know that?

Jimin: You seemed pretty needy when I left. ;)

You: Where are you?

Jimin: Pulling into the airport.

You groan out loud. The idea of him texting you filth while surrounded by his members made you flush with heat. You ignore him for a moment as you ride the wave of pleasure that surges through you at the thought.

Jimin: You going to answer me?

You: I have the vibrator.

Jimin: Dirty girl... Did you cum?

You: No, not yet

Jimin: Can't get it done without me huh?

You: just taking my sweet time. thank you very much. curses aren't real

Jimin: prove me wrong then. cum for me

Your clitoris throbs as you lower the vibrator back to it, buzzing excitedly. The edge of your orgasm hangs just out of reach. You read back Jimin's command and press the vibrator harder against yourself, rocking your pelvis up and down. It's right there. You ride the edge for a moment, then breathe out and let yourself tip over.

Your whole body goes numb. All feeling disappears, as if you are floating in mid-air, all sense of time and place gone and you feel nothing. Your pelvic muscles contract rhythmically, as if you’re having an orgasm, but you can’t feel it. You feel nothing.

Blinding pain rips through you. The vibrator is a curling iron pressed to your clit. The sheets burn everywhere they touch you. You cry out in shock and fling the source of pain away from you. You tear the bedcovers off as the vibrator clatters into the dresser on the far side of the room.

What the fuck just happened? The pain disappears as quickly as it appeared and you are the same, cunt still pulsing with arousal. You lie in a pool of sweat, panting.

You look over at Jimin's message. Should you tell him what just happened? What if he thinks it's the curse?

You shake your head. No. Curses aren't real. It must all be in your head.

Today 10:42 am

You: did it

Jimin: really?

You feel a slight twinge of guilt as you lie to him.

You: really

Jimin: oh...

Is he disappointed? Did he want you to have an ancient demonic curse? He told you to come for him. You watch typing bubbles appear and disappear several times, but no messages come through. You feel overheated and overwhelmed. You get up out of the bed, ignoring the ache between your legs, deciding to have a cold shower instead.

Jimin: getting on the plane now

You: okay, have a safe flight! I love you! Call me when you land!

Jimin: yup, will do

No "I love you too"? Was he mad at you? Upset? You frown as you stand in your bathroom and watch his flight take off on the flight tracker app on your phone.

_____

It’s a long eleven hours as Jimin flies to Los Angeles. Every time you think about him, the slight tingle between your legs returns. You make the shower ten degrees colder to try to calm yourself down, but it provides only temporary relief. You are on edge and restless all day, but too afraid of the strange thing that happened this morning to try masturbating again.

By the time midnight rolls around, you are very tired and very frustrated. You should go to bed and talk to Jimin in the morning. But as you watch the plane get closer and closer to landing, you can’t fall asleep.

His plane lands and you wait for him to text you. Five minutes go by, then ten, with no message. You can’t take it anymore.

Today 12:18 am

You: Did you arrive safely?

Jimin: Just landed

You: Can you talk?

He’s only been gone half a day, but it already feels too long. You’re annoyed with yourself for feeling this needy.

Jimin: Not right now. Maybe in a couple of hours

You: I have to go to bed…

Jimin: You should go to bed then

You frown. Usually he would plead with you to wait a little longer, or ask if he could wake you up when he was free. You’ve had many whispered conversations at 4 am because it was the only time he could talk.

You can’t let on how much you already miss him though. You don’t want to be one of those girls who becomes a burden. This was the trade-off to dating an idol.

You: Okay, good night then

Jimin: good night

You frown at your phone again, before finally giving up and setting it down on the nightstand.

You stare at the dark ceiling of your bedroom wishing he was here with you, instead of halfway around the world. You roll over and hug the pillow next to you. It smells like him. It triggers a deep knock of the same arousal that’s been haunting you all day. Maybe it would help you sleep if you got some relief.

You slip your fingers down into your underwear and find yourself already wet. You trail your fingers through the sticky wetness curiously. You are not usually this wound up so quickly. It’s ridiculous that the smell of him alone can get you this excited.

You bury your face in his pillow and inhale again, amazed as you feel another burst of wetness gush from you. God, you miss him. How do you miss him this much when he’s been gone less than a day? His arms, his hands, his tongue, his lips are all you can think about.

You sigh softly as you trail a damp finger up around your eager clitoris. You close your eyes and imagine the hand belongs to Jimin instead. He’s here with you. His lips on yours, his hand curled into your hair, whispering how you belong to him.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he whispers in your head. “Make yourself wet and desperate for me.” You groan as you pick up the pace of your hand. “Good girl, you’re doing so good.”

“Jimin, please,” you plead into the silence of your empty bedroom.

The Jimin in your head laughs. “You know it’s hopeless right?” he teases, smirking at you in that self-satisfied way where he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. “Every one of your orgasms belongs to me.”

You feel the edge of pleasure begin to slip away. You speed up your hand and chase after it, but it’s no use. The pleasure fades aways and you are left numb, empty and wet.

“Told you I was cursed,” imaginary Jimin teases. You huff in frustration, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, and roll over away from the pillow that smells like him. You shut your eyes tight. Curses aren’t real.

_______

Your dreams are full of Jimin. Jimin’s hands, Jimin’s chest, Jimin’s tongue. Over and over, he teases you toward your climax in your sleep. Always pausing, always stopping before you get to your end. By the time you wake up in the morning, you are swollen and dripping with need.

Your alarm sounds. It’s Monday. Work starts in an hour. You reach down and confirm how wet you are, more wet than you have ever been before. Your thighs slide past each other, slick with arousal. You can’t go to work like this.

It’s time to break out the big guns.

You lean over the side of your bed and fish out the other shoebox. The one you couldn’t tell Jimin about. The one that contains your dildo. Sometimes the vibrator alone wasn’t enough. Sometimes you needed a bit more. Sometimes you needed to be filled.

“Won’t do any good,” imaginary Jimin whispers in your head. You ignore him.

You slide the toy through your folds, slicking it up with your excessive wetness. The sides of your entrance tingle with heat as you stroke over them.

“Imagine it’s me,” Jimin teases. The fake cock heats up in your hands and you can almost believe it's his.

“Please, fuck me, Jimin” you beg, even though Jimin is thousands of miles away.

“Would if I could, sweetheart,” he answers. You picture him running his tongue over his plush lower lip. “But that’s not what you really want.”

“No such thing as curses,” you urge as you slide the dildo into you. “Fuck…”

Being finally filled again scratches an itch you hadn’t been able to before. It’s a pleasure and a relief all at once. The toy slides in easily with how soaking wet you are.

You pull up some porn on your phone and prop it against a pillow before grabbing the vibrator. You’re done fucking around. You need to get off right now and then go to work.

The porn isn’t very interesting though. The only thing you want to think about is Jimin. You close your eyes, listening to the audio but picturing your boyfriend. It doesn’t take long before you feel the pleasure crescendo. You let out a sob. It’s happening, it’s finally happening. You aren’t cursed.

The phone rings.

“Fuck!” You throw the vibrator down in frustration.

It’s Jimin. If it were anyone else, you would let it go to voicemail. But you really want to hear his voice. You turn the vibrator off so he won’t hear it, but keep sliding the silicone cock in and out of you.

“Hey babe,” Jimin’s voice is a little raspy. “I thought I could catch you before work. What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you lie, sliding the dildo further inside yourself and biting your lip to conceal a groan.

He chuckles. “Nothing?”

“Nothing. Getting ready for work.” You refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that you’re actually naked in bed, dripping for him. “What are you doing?”

“Finally made it to the hotel,” he groans. You can picture him stretching his arms over his head as he spreads himself across his big empty bed. “Was thinking about you. Thought you might be thinking of me.”

Does he know? How could he know? Does he have magical “knows when his girlfriend is horny” demon powers”?

Shit. No. Jimin is not a demon. There are no such things as demons.

“Did you just call for phone sex?” You want to sound irritated, but your pelvic muscles clench traitorously around the dildo.

“Can’t stop thinking about yesterday.” His voice gets lower and you can hear the slick sounds of his hand moving over his dick in the background. “You were so needy for me. I liked it.”

A sharp blade of anger slices through your fog of lust.

“Jimin.” You pull the dildo out of you, setting it to the side. “You can’t ignore me all day yesterday and then expect me to talk you off like nothing happened.”

“Aww, come on, we were so busy. I called you as soon as I got here,” he whines. “I’ll make sure you get off too.”

You aren’t sure he can. Not with his voice alone. You need him here with you. But you’re not going to admit that.

“I have to go to work.” You are rapidly running out of time.

“Don’t you miss me?” he asks. You can practically hear his pout through the phone.

“Do you miss me?” You want to know why he hadn’t called earlier, but you don’t want to seem too needy.

“Of course, I do, baby. I love you.”

The tension in you eases slightly. Maybe you had been making things up.

“Miss you so much,” he continues and you can hear the sounds of his jerking off pick up speed. “Miss that sweet little cunt.”

It’s just about sex. He doesn’t miss you, he just wants to get off. “I have to go Jimin.”

“What? No! Don’t go.”

“I’m going to be late for work.” You hang up on him, feeling a vindictive victory. Your core is still wet and aching, but your anger powers you long enough to get you up and into the shower.

______

One cold shower and a hot cup of coffee later and you are on your way to work.

The commute sucks. Your lingering arousal refuses to abate. Your mind dwells on Jimin. Sitting down on the subway has you springing to your feet as the train starts moving, vibrations from the rails threatening to have you soaking through your underwear. Memories of Jimin commanding you to orgasm echo through you as you fight to calm your breathing.

You haven’t heard from real Jimin since you hung up on him. He probably fell asleep.

At work, you shift uncomfortably at your desk. You try to answer some emails, but every few seconds your core pulses, forcing you to reposition yourself. Your clothes itch. Everything is too hot. You shrug off the cardigan that you usually need to cope with the building’s air conditioning system. But then you rush to put it back on when you notice how hard your nipples are, poking through your bra and shirt.

The only thing that can distract from the tingling all over you is the buzz of your phone.

Today 10:22 am

Jimin: I’m sorry :(

You: Go on…

Jimin: I’m sorry I ignored you. This whole thing has me a bit thrown off.

You: How so?

Jimin: I was just so sure that the curse was a real thing, you know? I felt pretty stupid that it wasn’t.

You bite your lip and shift uncomfortably in your seat, pressing your legs together. Should you tell him? No… curses aren’t real. You’re just missing your boyfriend. That’s okay.

You: It’s okay, Jimin. Thank you.

Jimin: Is it bad that I kind of wanted it to be real?

You: You did?

Jimin: Well, it’s pretty sexy right?

Sweat trails from your hairline down your neck.

You: I have to be able to live my life Jimin. Can’t be sitting around waiting for you.

Jimin: I’m sorry we’re gone so much.

Shit. Now you’ve made him feel bad for his work schedule, something you swore you’d never do.

You: It’s okay. I’ll be okay.

I’ll be okay. Curses aren’t real. I’ll be okay. Curses aren’t real.

You repeat the mantra under your breath until you make it to the end of the work day.

_______

The rest of the work week passes in much the same way, days of jaw clenching and sweating until you can rush home and lie in bed with the vibrator. You edge over and over, afraid of the pain you experienced last time, until you pass out exhausted.

You manage to make it to Friday. There’s a big meeting at nine. Your whole office, crammed into one conference room. At least this way you have an excuse to linger at the edge of the meeting, rather than sit leaking all over an office chair. It’s the first time you’ve had to be around this many other people at once.

“Do you think they can tell?” demon Jimin whispers in your head. “Do they know how wet and desperate you are right now?”

You teter at the edge of the room. You clench in horror as a drop of something begins running down the inside of your leg. You’re too far gone to tell if it is arousal or sweat.

A colleague next to you leans over to ask you a follow-up question on something your boss just said, but you cannot hear them over the buzzing in your head. They look at you in confusion. “Are you alright?”

No, you are not alright. You’re becoming dumber with each passing moment. Sweat beads up on the back of your neck. You mutter something about not feeling well and run for the restroom.

You slam the door to the stall behind you, ripping off your cardigan and undoing several buttons of the blouse underneath. You can’t breathe. You need air. You need relief. You slip your hand underneath your skirt. Your fingers are cool against your burning core. It’s a relief to touch yourself again.

“God, you’re a mess.” Jimin whispers in your head. You want to cry from how humiliating this is. “Can you imagine if they knew what you were doing in here?”

“Jimin…” you plead, unable to stop yourself.

“Shhh… ” he chuckles. “Don’t let them hear you.”

You bang your head back into the stall door in frustration. If you could just come, if you could just get five minutes of relief. Maybe the pain would be better, at least it would be a different sensation. You speed up your hand, chasing any form of relief.

“Such a dirty girl. Getting yourself off in the bathroom to the mere memory of me. What are we going to do with you?”

Your fingers slurp through the slick leaking from you. The noises fill the small office bathroom. It’s disgusting and debauched and you can’t stop yourself.

“Listen to that.” Jimin whispers. “You’re so hopeless.”

Your orgasm dances tantalizingly near, but your hand is starting to cramp up.

“Don’t stop now.” Jimin urges. “Keep rubbing. That’s it. The more desperate you are, the more control I have.”

“Fuck…” you curse.

The bathroom door opens, noises of chatter and typing pouring in from the larger office. “Everything okay in there?”

Your face burns with humiliation and your back drips with sweat. “I’m okay!” you call out, even though you aren’t, not even a little.

You’ll never get relief here. It takes all your strength to pull your fingers away from your swollen cunt. Especially with Jimin whispering in your ear to keep touching yourself.

You adjust your skirt and rebutton your blouse as best you can.

“Sorry,” you mutter as you emerge from the stall, not looking at the colleague who has come to check on you. “Stomach bug.” You hope your excessive sweating sells the idea that you are actually ill.

“Go home!” your colleague insists, waving their hands at you. “Don’t be spreading your norovirus around here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I think that is a good idea.” You nod, rinsing off your hands and patting a damp cloth on your face.

Imaginary Jimin grins, his dark eyes burning in your mind’s eye at the idea of having you all to himself again. “I think that’s a good idea too.”

_______

The first thing you do when you get back to your apartment is strip out of your clothes, leaving a trail of sweat-soaked clothing from your front door to the bedroom. You climb back into bed and grab the vibrator, hissing in relief as it clicks on, feeling like you can breathe for a moment.

“You know, you’re only going to make it worse.” Demon Jimin continues to taunt you. “The more you touch yourself, the more you’ll want me.”

“Please, Jimin, please,” you beg, even though there’s nothing your imaginary boyfriend can do for you.

“What will we do with you?” the demon smirks, tutting in mock disapproval. “Can’t even work a full day. How will you keep a job? I’ll have to take you everywhere with me, never too far away. My personal slut.”

“No, Jimin, please…” Everything hurts. Your folds are red and irritated. Your hand cramps from pressing the vibrator into you. But you can’t stop.

“It’s okay, my love. Keep rubbing yourself. Melt your brain away. Be mine. There’s nothing else you need to do. That’s my good girl.”

All conscious thought begins to slip from you. There is only aching burning need. Jimin’s voice echoes in your head, drowning out all your attempts to fight him.

“What an embarrassment you are. So wet and needy. Filthy girl. I won’t be able to take you anywhere. You’ll have to wait around my hotel room, begging me to take pity on you. My own horny little pet.”

Waves of desire roll through you, washing away any other aspirations. Just to be his. To be only his.

“Won’t that be easier? Nothing to worry about. No work, no chores. Your only job will be to stay wet and ready for me. And you’ll be so good at it. I’ll use you when I feel like it and only let you come once I’m satisfied. Every single orgasm will be mine.”

A groan rips from your throat, more animal than human. Tremors run up and down your spine.

“I’ll have to be careful not to let you come too often though,” Jimin teases. “I like you like this. All needy and desperate for me. Want to keep you like this. My brainless little fucktoy.”

You sob. He’s right. It’s all you’re good for now. Nothing but a shivering pile of desperation.

The only thing that saves you from drifting under the demon’s spell is the ring of your phone. Jimin is calling you. Real Jimin. Your only lifeline.

“Hello?” Your voice is raspy and parched. You click off the vibrator so he can’t hear it. But that only makes the need worse, so you replace it with your hand.

“Hello?” Jimin answers. “Are you sleeping?”

“No…” Should you be asleep? You have no idea what time it is.

“You sound weird.”

You switch the phone to speaker and rest it next to your head on the bed so he can’t hear your heavy breathing. “I’m fine.”

“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all week.” He sounds a bit upset, and very far away.

You have no answer. No, things were not okay, but there was nothing he could do about it when he’s thousands of miles away.

“Beg him,” demon Jimin whispers. “Go on, beg him to let you come. It will be funny.”

“I can’t,” you mutter under your breath, groaning in frustration.

“What?” Jimin’s voice calls from the phone. “I can’t hear you. Are you still there?”

“I… I can’t do this right now Jimin.”

“Are you still at work?” His tone has shifted from upset to confused.

“No, no, I went home.”

“Are you sick?” Jimin asks through the phone. “Hello?”

A small sob bubbles its way up out of your throat.

“This conversation is boring,” the Jimin in your head insists. “Turn the vibrator back on.”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Jimin.”

“What are you doing?” Real Jimin sounds worried. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Go on,” the demon whispers. “Tell him you can’t come without him. Tell him you belong to him now. Tell him his pathetic excuse for a girlfriend can’t live without him.”

“Jimin please!” you cry out. “I can’t do it anymore, please!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks. “Please let me come.”

“What? Are you playing with yourself right now?” he asks, incredulous.

Somehow the vibrator has turned back on and you rock against it, even as you wish you could stop. “I can’t help it,” you sob. “I can’t stop Jimin. I can’t stop.” You’re useless and pathetic. He’s going to leave you and you’ll never get relief again. “I’m sorry. Please let me come.”

“You can come! You can come!” he shouts through the phone, but of course, that does nothing to help you.

“I can’t come without you!” you sob. “You were right. The curse is real.”

“Huh? But, but... at the airport, you said you did.”

You groan, still chasing relief that isn’t coming. “I lied, Jimin, I’m sorry.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the phone. “Why would you lie to me?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know. But it’s real and I can’t… I can’t do anything without you. You have to come back.”

“I can’t come back. We have a show tomorrow.”

“ He’s not going to help you.” The demon is still there, waiting for you.

“Please, Jimin, please come home.” you beg. “I need you.”

“This is my job. I can’t leave.”

“What about my job, Jimin? What about my life? You can’t leave me like this!”

“It’s only been a week! Can’t you deal with it for a little longer?”

“Fuck you Park Jimin! You did this to me!”

“You said it wasn’t real!”

“He’s useless,” demon Jimin begins to drown out your boyfriend. “Come back to me. Be mine.”

“I have to go Jimin.”

“No, don’t hang up. We can figure this out.”

“You can’t help me.” You hang up the phone and toss it back onto your nightstand.

“Good girl.” The demon hisses in satisfaction. “Let it all go. Let your mind go.” You cry, still rocking against the vibrator, searching for relief that isn’t coming.

______

Your mind slowly leaves you over the next few days. You can get a few minutes of clarity if you’re willing to push yourself all the way over the edge, the searing pain providing you with enough mental clearness to call in sick to work or order food. But every time you do, it leaves you with even less with even less mental clarity.

At some point, you stop keeping track of the days. You stop sleeping. You stop eating. Eventually, even getting out of bed becomes too much work.

The bed sheets are wet, a mixture of sweat and vaginal secretions. You need to pee.

“God, you’re disgusting.” Demon Jimin laughs in your head. “He’s never going to want you now. Wet yourself like the animal you are and be done with it.”

You whine, hiding your face beneath your pillow and trying to distract yourself with the vibrator from the growing need to urinate.

The phone rings. Jimin is calling. He’s been calling for days, but you can’t answer him. You can’t let him know what you’ve become. He’ll never want you again.

There’s a loud banging on your front door. Who could that be? You haven’t ordered any food in a while, not really sure how long.

“Ignore it,” the demon instructs. “Lie here in this bed and piss yourself.”

You wrap the pillow around your head, unsure if you are trying to drown out the pounding on the door or the demon whispering in your ear.

“Open the door!” A loud, frantic voice carries through the door and you curl in on yourself. You don’t know who they are, but you can’t let them see. You can’t let them know. The pounding stops, followed by a loud thud that rattles the door on its hinges. “Goddamn it!” The voice shouts. Then, a softer voice calls through the door. “Baby, please open the door. Please, let me in.” It’s Jimin. Real Jimin. He’s here.

The overwhelming drive for him is the only thing that could propel you up and out of the bed. You’re shaky on your feet, a bit dizzy. The world is not entirely stable. But you manage to make it to the door and unlatch the lock before collapsing in a heap next to the entry.

For a second, there’s nothing. The door stays shut and you are worried that you hallucinated the whole thing. Of course he’s not here. He has more important things to be doing than dealing with his pathetic girlfriend.

But then the door bursts open.

“Babe?” Jimin calls for you as he steps into the apartment, kicking off his shoes. He’s wearing the same white dress shirt and black slacks that he left you in. Maybe he’s a figment of your imagination.

“Jimin…” You reach out for him, unable to believe he’s actually here, needing to feel whether or not he is solid.

“Shit.” His eyes widen as he finds you crumpled up and naked on the floor. “Are you okay?” He drops his overnight bag on the threshold and kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. “Tell me what’s happening.”

You don’t know how to answer him. You don’t know what’s happening. But his fingertips are cool against your feverish, sweaty skin. He brushes the hair out of your face so he can look you in the eyes. You only know you need him.

“Jimin, I need you, please.” Your hands reach for him, searching for more of his skin to cool yourself against. You’re untucking his shirt from his pants and trying to undo his belt buckle, but he bats your hands away.

“Woah...” He grabs your hands to stop you as you battle him for his belt. “Babe, slow down, talk to me.”

He doesn’t want you. He’s repulsed by you. The demon was right. He’ll never touch you again. You’re worthless. You’re repulsive. You burst into tears. “Please, Jimin, please, I can’t,” you sob, nearly incomprehensible.

“Shh, shh...” He runs his hands over your shoulders. “Shh… it’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you.” He scoops you up into his arms and carries you down the hall, back toward your room. “I was so worried,” he says as he cradles you against him.

You can only respond by nuzzling your face into his chest, the cool cotton of his white shirt absorbing the heat from your skin.

“Your work called and said you haven’t been in since last week.” He kisses the top of your head and inhales the smell of your hair. “Why haven’t you been answering the phone?”

You ought to feel bad, but it was hard to feel too bad when you had what you finally wanted, Jimin back here with you.

“I thought something terrible had happened to you.” He pauses at the door to the bathroom, waiting for an explanation.

“It’s the curse,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “I’m cursed. You cursed me.”

“I’m so sorry.” He set you down on the toilet, before turning on the shower. “I didn’t know it would be like this.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and turns to leave the bathroom.

You panic. Where is he going? He can’t leave you like this. “Jimin, no, don’t leave.” You chase him out of the bathroom, catching him around the middle and clinging to his waist. “You can’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving,” he chuckles, trying to unfasten your arms from around him, but you refuse to let go. “I was just getting undressed.” He sighs, picking you up once again and carrying you back to the bathroom. He tries to set you down again, but you whine, clinging to his neck.

Giving up, he steps directly into the shower, still dressed, cradling you in his arms. The white dress shirt turns translucent as the water hits it, clinging to his skin. The water runs down his torso and thighs and you groan with need. The water is warm, but it feels cool compared to how hot your skin is.

“Jimin, please.” You’re begging again. “I need you.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here,” he answers. Your legs tremble underneath you as he puts you back on your feet. He grabs the bottle of body wash and squirts out a generous dollop, lathering it up in his hands. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

It’s all you can do to stay standing as he caresses you. He removes the shower head from its hook so he can follow each soapy caress with water to wash you clean.

He starts with your neck, then your breasts, then your stomach, gentle hands massaging over you. It only makes the ache for him worse. He reaches the puffy and swollen labia and you gasp, legs trembling.

“Please, Jimin, please,” your endless chant of pleading begins again.

“Shh…. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He runs the showerhead over your aching core to rinse off the soap and your legs give out entirely. You collapse against the wall behind you, unable to support yourself. Still dressed in his soaking wet clothes, he kneels in front of you. He spreads your legs, investigating your swollen folds with his soapy hands. Your clitoris throbs, hard and angry and red. You shiver as he runs the water stream over again. “Does it hurt?” he asks, watching your face as he strokes over your tender core with his fingertips.

“No, no,” you shake your head emphatically. “Not anymore.” The only pain now is the distance between you. “Please, please, please…”

He slides closer to you, brushing his dark wet hair back off his forehead and licking his lips. He picks up one of your legs and wraps it over his shoulder, then the other, carrying you on his shoulders as he buries his face in your core. You are so on edge, have been on edge for so long, that you’re already at the peak of your arousal the moment his tongue touches you.

Something monstrous is building inside you. A sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before moves through you as he moves his tongue in slow broad strokes over your clit. Flames of heat lick at your extremities, beginning in your fingertips and toes and spreading upward. Rising warmth builds in your belly as you ride his face, hips undulating in time with the bobbing of his head. Fear floods you as the memory of the searing pain returns from those moments you’ve gotten this close in the past. You tense up, gripping his shoulders tightly, afraid to let yourself tip over.

“It’s okay,” Jimin whispers, pausing for a second to admire you from between your thighs. “It’s okay to let go.” His warm wet tongue slides over your aching clit as his fingers penetrate you. A massive tremor rolls through you as all the pent of tension releases at once and you’re coming. Every muscle in your body seizes over and over as you grind against his face.

Rhythmic muscle contractions seize you as a rush of fluid shoots out of you, spraying Jimin right in the face. You’re screaming, but not from pain. There is no pain, only release, only relief.

“Woah.” Jimin gapes at you, your release dripping down his face and off his chin. Then he breaks into a huge smile. “That was amazing.”

You laugh out loud, relief washing over you. Your whole body turns to jello and you collapse into his lap.

“Thank goodness we were already in the shower,” he says, wiping his face with his hand and chuckling.

The two of you sit, holding on to each other under the stream of water, laughing. Finally, the mental fog begins to lift from your thoughts.

“How did you get here?” you ask, yawning as you do so.

“On a plane.” He laughs, nuzzling against your neck, arms wrapped around you.

You hit playfully on his chest, still covered in his soaking wet dress shirt. “You know what I mean, what about the tour?” You yawn again.

He mirrors your yawn, stretching his arms and groaning. “I have to go back in the morning. They managed to get me out of the press junkets for today by claiming I was sick, but I have to be back for the concert.”

“Do they know?” Your eyes are already closing as you lean against his warm firm torso.

“About the curse?” Jimin asks. “No…” he laughs. “No, I don’t think they’d let me leave if I told them it was because my girlfriend really needed to ride my face. I told them I had a family emergency.”

“I’m sorry, Jimin.”

He shakes his head. “I’m the one who should be sorry.” He turns your face toward him and kisses you. “It’s my fault. I never should have left you.”

You sigh, head resting on his shoulder. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.” He squeezes your hand where it is entwined with his in your lap. “But we’ll figure something out.” He sighs, leaning back against the wall, finger stroking your arm. “But right now we should get some sleep.”

He turns off the shower, stripping off his wet clothes and leaving them behind before scooping you up. Your head is floaty as he wraps you in a warm towel. You lean against the counter as he strips the sheets from the bed and replaces them with fresh ones, then comes back to lead you back to the bed. The two of you collapse into bed together and sleep overtakes you almost instantly.

______

Your dreams are full of Jimin again. Not teasing demon Jimin, but your warm loving boyfriend, stroking your hair and holding your hand.

You are surprised to wake up and find him watching you.

“I have a solution!” He chirps excitedly.

“You do?”

“Yes! Apparently the curse is in my saliva. So here!” He thrusts the bottle of lube from your nightstand into your hands. You look at it in confusion. “I spit in it!” he proudly declares.

“Um…” You hold the bottle at arm’s length. “Thank you?”

“This way, if I’ve been gone too long, you have a way to get off without me.”

“How do you know it will work?”

He laughs sheepishly. “I, uh, called my mom.”

“Ugh, no…” You hide your head under the covers in embarrassment. “What did you tell her?”

“It was an awkward conversation.” He laughs again. “But I couldn’t let you go through that again. She swears this will work.” He glances down at his watch. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to test it out with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Think you can get it done before I get on my plane?”

“I suppose there’s one way to find out…”

Jimin disappears under the bed and returns with both your vibrator and dildo. “Better get going then,” he teases, before giving you one last kiss. “I’ll text you when I land. I love you.”

You stare at the assortment of sex toys and lube now spread out on your bed. “You’re just going to leave? I don’t have to go with you?”

“Do you want to go with me? I thought you had work.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I do, but… I thought you were going to make me your personal sex slave.”

“Um, I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs, then a more mischievous smirk spreads over his face. “Unless you want me to.”

You laugh in relief even as a lick of heat curls in your belly. “Perhaps that’s a game best left for when you are in town.”

He winks. “Looking forward to it.”

#HAPPY HALLOWEEN!#jimin smut #jimin x reader #btssavedmylifeblr

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colehasapen · 3 years

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(ONE SHOT) What is a legacy? DC

A03

When Wally had first met Earth's new Green Lantern, the oh-so great Torchbearer, he'd wanted nothing to do with him. Wally - he'd grown up with Hal, then later John, and even Guy, and now all three were gone. He'd grown up with Hal dipping in and out of his Aunt and Uncles' house like he lived there. He'd grown up coming down to breakfast in the morning and seeing Uncle Hal there too, having just come back from space to crawl into bed next to Uncle Barry. When Aunt Iris had been killed, and Uncle Barry started spiraling out of control, it had been Uncle Hal who had kept everything together, who had promised Wally that he wouldn't let Barry out of his sight, that he'd watch his back. It had been Uncle Hal who Wally went to after Uncle Barry's death and the weight of being the Flash was too heavy.

Uncle Hal had been Wally's Green Lantern.

But Hal had broken too. He'd gone crazy and killed the Corps and then vanished. Hal had caved under the pressure no one had known he was under until it was too late, and when he'd come back he was mad.

Wally hadn't wanted a new Green Lantern, wouldn't give him the time of day, until he'd found himself outnumbered during a meeting discussing Hal - Lord Parallax - and had tried to argue that his Uncle needed compassion, understanding, and help , not a fight. They'd called him too close to the situation, too young to know what needed to be done, like Wally hadn't been a hero since he was thirteen, like he was still the little kid in yellow who followed the Flash around and started at them all in childish awe. They could never separate him from the child he could be, but the new Lantern had never known him then, and had stood up and agreed with him.

It had worked too, because in the end, Hal had taken the hand being offered to him, and died to save the world.

After that, Wally had found himself seeking the Lantern out on his own. They still bickered, but Wally found that it reminded him more of the playful ribbing of Uncle Barry and Uncle Hal than any genuine bad blood. He got to know him, started genuinely thinking of him as a friend. He learned that his name is Kyle Rayner, that he’s two years younger than Wally and an independent artist that struggled to pay his bills now that he couldn’t spend all his time on commissions. He’s told that Kyle was well-liked growing up for being generally friendly and easy-going, but didn’t actually have friends until art college because he was just a little too weird for other kids to want to be around him long enough to actually hang out. He learns that Kyle’s mother is an Irish immigrant, that she was his biggest supporter growing up, and that he doesn’t know his father because the man walked out on them when Kyle was still very young, that the only memory of his father Kyle has is vaguely of him speaking Spanish. He learns that Kyle is multilingual, that he grew up speaking English and Gaelic, and learned Spanish in school. He learns the hard way that Kyle is lactose intolerant, and allergic to nuts. He learns funny little anecdotes about Kyle learning to draw before he learned how to walk, he learns that Kyle loves spicy food but doesn’t eat it often because the right spices don’t exist in space.

He learns a lot about Kyle, and it leads to Wally learning about himself as well.

He’d always known he wasn’t straight. He liked and dated girls, of course, he thought they were beautiful, but there was also a part of him that lingered a little too much during training. There was a part of him that looked at certain friends and said, damn I’d like to kiss him. Dick had been the first, back when they’d still been young sidekicks just starting out, and it had continued on wards for a bit too. It had been reciprocated too; they’d messed around together a bit, but they’d ended it on good terms because Wally wasn’t ready to completely come out yet. He’d been happy for Dick, when he’d started dating Kori, then Babs, and then more and more people. After Dick had been Roy, for a little bit, because Roy was the cool, rebellious older boy, but it wasn’t long before that little crush faded away and Wally started looking at him like an older brother. He’d had that really embarrassing teenage crush on John Stewart for a while, the one that had made Hal burst a gut laughing at him for, before ruffling his hair and telling him under no uncertain terms that it wouldn’t be happening.

Well, Wally had known for a while that he liked men too, even if he hadn’t exactly come out to anyone but those he was closest too. His head was filled full of his dad’s hateful words, something he was working hard to shut out. Kyle though, he didn’t hide the fact that he was trans, or that he was pan - he’d grown up in California and now lived in New York, both of which had more of a thriving community than the likes of the small Midwestern Blue Valley Wally had lived in before moving to Central after getting his powers, and then Keystone after he became the Flash and living in Barry’s house was too much for him.

Kyle was - well, he was nice. A breath of fresh air, really. He was a fellow hero, a member of the main roster, so he knows Wally’s identity and understands the demands of being a superhero better than a civilian would. He’s his age, but didn’t grow up with him, and he gets what Wally is going through, standing in someone else’s shoes and being judged as less worthy compared to his predecessor. Before Wally knows it, he finds himself drifting closer and closer to Kyle, to the point where he’s heard older heroes whispering between them of another Flash-Green Lantern team up.

Apparently it brings back nostalgic emotions to see a Flash and Green Lantern dozing off in the rec room, lights dim and some silly movie or another playing in the background. Wally’s just glad he and Kyle have more control than Uncle Hal did, and haven’t been found in a cleaning closet somewhere.

Now, Wally is pretty sure he knows how Uncle Barry felt whenever Hal would stumble into the house at all hours of the night after a long mission in space to pass out in the bed next to him. He’s gotten used to the faint green glow that accompanies Kyle powering down, the faint hum of the Lantern uniform against his skin before it melts away to whatever civvies Kyle happened to be wearing before getting called out. There’s a soft warmth that comes with waking up in the morning to find Kyle sprawled out next to him, lit up by the soft golden light streaming in through the windows as he breathes, deep asleep. There’s a giddiness that comes with finding more and more of Kyle’s things slowly being added to his apartment; it starts with pajamas and extra clothes, but soon Wally is finding art supplies scattered around, or Kyle’s favourite butterscotch shampoo in the shower.

It’s how Wally realizes that he’s in love with his teammate.

He’s staring down at the innocently placed soap he remembers seeing before in Kyle’s shower when it hits him. Nowadays, Kyle spends more time at Wally’s apartment than anywhere else other than the Watchtower when he’s planet-side, and not out rebuilding the entire Green Lantern Corps on his own. Wally isn’t even sure when it started, that he started bringing more and more of his things to Wally’s small Keystone apartment. He thinks back to the sketchbooks and half-finished paintings scattered around the rooms, of the lactose free milk he didn’t think twice before buying when grocery shopping, of the space in his drawers made for Kyle’s clothes and the paint stained shirts in the laundry basket. He thinks about the lack of nut products in his apartment, of the boxes of tampons and pads he doesn't even blink over stocking up on anymore.

Wally moves so fast he’s dry instantly, bursting into his bedroom where Kyle lays among rumbled sheets. His white t-shirt had ridden up in his sleep, and the waistband of his track pants down, exposing a thin line of the packed core muscles that came with the training they all endured in the League. Somehow, his dark hair looks artfully tousled, inky against the sheets, and lashes just as dark are fanned across sun-browned skin and freckles.

He’s unfairly pretty.

“Kyle!”

Kyle jolts, ring flaring green as he stares around groggily, looking for a threat, “Wha-”

“Are we dating?” Wally blurts out, uncaring of his nakedness in the face of his realization.

Kyle blinks once, twice, looking fuzzy, before he groans, long and dramatic as his uniform dissolves into green sparkles and he drops back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. There’s a long moment of silence, before the Lantern snorts, and then bursts into breathless giggles.

Wally flounders, “I’m serious!”

Kyle slants a look at him from under his arm, brown eyes warm and almost honey gold in the morning light, “I’d hope we’re dating.” Kyle tells him, voice thick with sleepy amusement, “Otherwise I’ve really been overstepping.”

Wally blushes, feeling a little silly, now that he’s thinking about it. They - they really have been dating, haven’t they? “Oh.” Flustered, Wally rubs a hand down his face, hoping to brush away the burning in his cheeks.

Kyle snickers again, expression warm. “You’re adorable.”

Wally groans, “I’m never going to live this down, am I?” He mutters, listening to Kyle dissolve into giggles again.

“Oh, definitely.” The Lantern teases, before sitting up and stretching with a yawn. “Well,” he drawls, amused, “now that I’m awake -” brown eyes rake across Wally’s body, and an eyebrow quirks, “- got a reason for this visit ?” His voice takes on more of a purr, and Wally blinks in confusion.

Then he remembers.

“Oh.” Wally squeaks, red spreading rapidly across his completely naked body. “I - shower - soap - it’s just-” he cuts himself with an embarrassed groan. "I'm making this worse."

Kyle doubles over from the force of his laughter, holding his stomach as he wheezes, hand flapping. “Kidding -” he gasps, “- I’m just kidding.” The Lantern slides off the bed, still snickering, to press a lightning-quick kiss to his lips that, for Wally, lingers for so much longer. “Go have a shower, babe.” Kyle tells him warmly, “I’ll make some breakfast.”

#cole writes #fanfiction #dc comics #dc heroes #wally west #kyle rayner #flashlantern #wally west/kyle rayner #kyle rayner/wally west #the flash #green lantern #justice league

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chasemisprintedlies · 5 years

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Thank you for the tag, @moonchildwildheart! I honestly love these things so much. 😂

1. What is your middle name?

Raeshell. Pronounced RAY-Shell.

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

September 23rd

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Libra

5. What is your favourite colour?

Black

6. What’s your lucky number?

13 or 23

7. Do you have any pets?

One dog (a chow named Maurice), two cats (Gary and Snoopy, who is currently missing), a savannah monitor (Gem, who was originally named Jim after the Lizard King himself, but we ended up finding out she was a girl), and a ball python (Edgar)

8. Where are you from?

Kentucky

9. How tall are you?

5'4″

10. What shoe size are you?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I don’t know, it’s been a while since I counted. Probably bordering on 100.

12. What was your last dream about?

I was under my sister’s house, walking through a drain system, looking for my cat Snoopy.

13. What talents do you have?

I can draw pretty well.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I have dreams that end up coming true quite often, so... Maybe?

15. Favourite song?

Nutshell by Alice in Chains or Spooky by Classics IV

16. Favourite movie?

What's Eating Gilbert Grape

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

I have my ideal partner! He's hilarious, kind, caring, fun to be around, adventurous, determined, motivated, encouraging, artistic, and so, so much more. 😊🖤

18. Do you want children?

Maybe one day.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I never really cared where I got married until Tyler showed me this cute church that's over 100 years old and told me that's where he'd want to get married... And it's cute because he's not religious at all, but he's so set on that church.

20. Are you religious?

Somewhat.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Multiple times!

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

I've had quite a few speeding tickets. One was double the speed limit, but that's about it.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I've met a lot of bands members. Ronnie Radke, Brian Welch, all the members or Black Stone Cherry, Spencer Charnas, Hugo Ferreira, and quite a few more that I can't remember off the top of my head.

24. Baths or showers?

Baths when I'm alone or showers when Tyler takes them with me. Lol

25. What color socks are you wearing?

I'm barefoot right now... And basically all the time.

26. Have you ever been famous?

Nope

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

No, I like my privacy.

28. What type of music do you like?

Classic rock and metal

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Nope

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

My side

32. How big is your house?

Small. Big houses make me uncomfortable.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I usually don't eat breakfast

34. Have you ever shot a gun?

Plenty of times

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yeah, not my favorite.

36. Favourite clean word?

I don't think I have one.

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck. It's very versatile. 😂

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Almost 72 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

Lots. From surgeries and various injuries.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Yes

41. Are you a good liar?

No, I'm terrible.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Definitely.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Not very well

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don't think so.

45. What is your favourite accent?

I don't really have one.

46. What is your personality type?

Laid back and mostly reserved

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I have like a $200 black Victorian style coat. It's so freaking warm.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

If I try hard enough

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie

50. Left or right-handed?

Right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Terrified

52. Favourite food?

Lasagna or broccoli casserole

53. Favourite foreign food?

I'm not really sure

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Clean

55. Most used phrase?

“but anyway" because I get sidetracked a lot.

56. Most used word?

Okay

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Depends on if I really feel like trying. Sometimes and hour, sometimes 10 minutes.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Nope

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Both

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Sometimes

61. Do you sing to yourself?

All the time

62. Are you a good singer?

Absolutely not

63. Biggest Fear?

Drowning or losing someone I care about

64. Are you a gossip?

I'd like to say no, but I can be sometimes.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

What's Eating Gilbert Grape

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Long. I don't look good with short hair. Lol

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Yes, but I'm not going to.

68. Favourite school subject?

English or Art

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert. I'm trying to formulate a plan as we speak to get out of a team bonding dinner for work tonight.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No, I'm not really a good swimmer so that would be a terrible idea.

71. What makes you nervous?

Starting a new job. When Tyler and I move and I have to transfer to a different office, I'm screwed.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Not anymore.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes, but I really try not to because I feel rude when I do.

74. Are you ticklish?

Only on my feet

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

I'm sure that I unintentionally have at some point.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Often

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Once, but I've never really been into drinking. Nothing about it is enjoyable to me.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Nope

79. Who was your first real crush?

One of my close friends in fourth grade that I'd known since first grade.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Well I have three in my nose (two in the right side and septum), my ears are stretched and then pierced once above that on both sides, and then my left ear has four additional piercings. So... 11?

81. Can you roll your R’s?

I can't.

82. How fast can you type?

Fast enough

83. How fast can you run?

Pretty fast, but not for very long.

84. What colour is your hair?

Black

85. What color is your eyes?

Blue

86. What are you allergic to?

Any animal with hair and basically anything outside

87. Do you keep a journal?

Not really

88. What do your parents do?

My dad works at a Toyota Manufacturing plant and my mom works in retail

89. Do you like your age?

I guess

90. What makes you angry?

My sorority girl neighbors that like to party until past midnight and scream and yell for no reason so no one in our subdivision can sleep. Like, Tyler wakes up for work at 4am. Some people work. Don't be dicks.

91. Do you like your own name?

I guess so

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Kind of, I don't know.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I'd like to have both.

94. What are your strengths?

I'm a problem-solver and I try to do as much as I can to help people.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I have a hard time saying no to people sometimes.

96. How did you get your name?

Janet came from my dad's mom and my mom just heard a variation of Rachelle somewhere and it inspired her to alter it to Raeshell.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Actually, yes.

98. Do you have any scars?

Pretty sure this was already asked, but yes.

99. Colour of your bedspread?

Dark grey

100. Colour of your room?

Grey

So... Now I'm tagging @autumnfell, @astarkey, @i-have-no-username-idea, @edyaleda, and @bonjourmiamigo 🖤

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your-brother-crutchie · 7 years

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The Cookie Shop

“I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and, for some reason, it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me, I need these for my sanity.”

Absolutely!

“Incoming!” Raising his voice over the quiet underlay of Disney songs ringing through the silent cookie shop, Race darted behind a display stand as he flung a handful of flour in Crutchie’s direction.

They were working at Race’s foster mum’s cookie shop, a light dusting of flour coating almost every surface. It was fine as long as they cleaned up after themselves; Medda encouraged fun, it encouraged the kinds of customers that she wanted.

The shop was empty as they laughed, pelting each other with flour and running around the displays to dodge counter-attacks, when the bell rang to signal that someone was walking in. The two boys quickly stopped playing, giggling and straightening themselves out as Race shook a hand lightly through his hair to get as much flour out as possible.

Looking up, Race saw Jack and felt a grin tugging at his cheeks. He set the flour down as he leaned against the counter in front of him and stole a glance at Crutchie, who had quickly gone quiet, “Jack! How’re you doing, brother?” He smiled as Jack just shook his head fondly, letting his gaze travel towards the boy at his side and melting only slightly. The weird feeling skittering in his chest only continued to spread when he noticed the boy had been watching him when he was talking to Jack.

“I’m just fine, Racer. I see you two are hard at work.” Jack grinned as he winked briefly at Crutchie. Race smirked as he looked over at Crutchie, furiously laying raw cookie dough onto a baking tray to avoid having to look at any of them. Race knew that Crutchie was head-over-heels for his brother. In fact, everyone but Jack knew that Crutchie was head-over-heels for Jack, “This is Spot, by the way. He’s new at the gallery so I thought I’d bring him here. Initiation and everything. Spot, this is my foster mum’s cookie shop. This is Race, my foster brother, and Crutchie, my best friend.”

Although he was silent, Spot nodded. In a moment when Jack was looking at Crutchie, Race caught him staring at him, seeing the little smirk painting his cheeks as he flicked his eyebrows up in approval. Race melted just a little bit more, quickly squirming and grabbing the tongs from the counter so that he had something to do, “Anyway, what’ll it be?”

—

The bell ringing overhead pulled Race and Crutchie out of their game to see Jack and Spot coming in the next day. Grinning, Race jumped into the action and immediately leaned almost all the way over the counter to greet them, “Jack! Fuck, marry, kill: Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, or Chris Pratt?” He made eye contact with Spot for a moment, feeling a small amount of blood rush to his cheeks as the boy winked.

When Jack bit back almost immediately, Race couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Kill Hemsworth, fuck Evans, marry Pratt.”

Race felt the laughter bubbling in his stomach, even after he’d calmed down slightly. He nudged Crutchie, who was quiet beside him, and scrunched his nose up slightly, “Shit, he’s thought about this.” Seeing Crutchie glaring at him, Race quickly stopped and turned back to Spot, who was still watching him. He ducked his head down slightly, growing a little self-conscious before noticing that Spot rested his hand almost calculatedly beside him on the counter.

A small smile crossed his irises as he looked back up at Spot, one corner of his lip tugging upwards gently. He moved his fingers just ever so slightly to the left, so that they brushed Spot’s only slightly.

Jack and Spot had stayed back for an hour or two the day before, keeping Race and Crutchie company, so it surprised Race when he heard the familiar bell signalling that they were back.

Race and Crutchie were just in the middle of singing Candy Store, from Heathers at the top of their voices. Race was, of course, Heather Chandler and Crutchie was McNamara. They’d just walked in at the right time for Jack to burst forward with Heather Duke’s attempt at a takeover and for Race to shut him down by screaming, “Shut up, Kelly!”

The four boys just laughed as the song fell apart, only playing in the background as they met over the counter. Jack and Crutchie almost immediately headed over to talk at one of the tables in the window, leaving Race to hold himself together in front of Spot.

“Three days in a row? I know Jack swings by everyday but this is excessive for a new recruit.” Joking lightly, Race almost cursed himself for making a fool of himself before he saw that Spot was still smiling.

He chuckled, shrugging and resting his hand close beside where Race’s lay on the counter, “Don’t judge me, please. I need these for my sanity.” Spot grinned as Race laughed, eventually linking his little finger over Race’s and making him breathe shakily. Race didn’t like how much control Spot had over him, especially when they’d only met a few days before that.

Their laughter fell into a comfortable quiet as Race glanced across to see Jack and Crutchie whispering at their table. He took the tongs and got Spot’s usual order ready as he fought the blush smothering his face at the way that Spot was looking at him, never once moving the hand that he was touching.

“Look, I know we barely know each other, but do you, maybe, want to go out sometime? We could just walk or whatever, I don’t know.” Spot kept his eyes on the ground as he shuffled slightly.

Race just stared back at Spot for a moment, a little awestruck that this was even happening. He’d had a feeling over the couple of days that Spot had been flirting, even if only slightly, and he had to admit that he’d fallen into a pretty hard crush on the boy, “My shift ends in fifteen minutes?”

Obviously having expected Race to say no, Spot jumped back a little, staring at Race for a moment as he cocked his head, “What? I mean- yes! Yes, okay!” He grinned, glancing across to make sure that neither Jack nor Crutchie were watching before leaning over the counter to kiss Race on the cheek quickly. Spot darted back before anyone could come into the shop or before the other boys could look over but Race still knew his cheeks were boiling.

Trying to bite back his smile, Race just flipped the bag with Spot’s peanut butter cookie and handed it to him over the counter. When Spot made no move to take it, Race frowned slightly, narrowing his eyes and watching the boy smirk in front of him, “It’s for you.”

Race barked in laughter for a moment as he used his free hand to cover his mouth. He scoffed, trying to hide it as Spot just kind of stared at him worriedly, looking like he was doubting himself, “That’s a real nice gesture, Spotty, but I’m allergic to nuts.” Race bit his lip behind his hand, trying to stop himself from laughing as Spot winced dramatically.

“Well, fuck.”

Crutchie watched as Jack sketched absentmindedly on a napkin, trying to stop himself from getting distracted by the way that Jack’s eyebrows furrowed as he worked, knitting themselves together. However, he did find himself focussing on the light from the window reflecting from Jack’s bright eyes. They were blue, perhaps they weren’t as blue as Race’s but they were certainly blue and they were certainly beautiful.

He’d been in love with Jack ever since he’d first come into the shop to meet Race and he’d seen him over the counter. They’d quickly become friends, especially when Crutchie had begged Race to invite Jack to the shop more often, and tended to go out for coffee after every shift, “Hey, Crutch?”

Absentmindedly, Crutchie let out an unconscious, “mmm?” as he continued watching the way that the darker flecks in Jack’s irises spiralled around his pupil.

“How would you feel about getting coffee sometime?” Jack’s voice was so casual, so calm, making Crutchie miss the implication the first time. He just didn’t understand, especially because Jack wasn’t even looking at him. He was still just drawing.

As Crutchie stared at Jack, finally actually drawing himself out of his Jack-fuelled illusion to register what he’d said and shake his head in confusion. He looked at Jack, scrutinising him as he tried to understand what he was saying, “We always get coffee?”

A smile crossed Jack’s lips as he eventually looked up at Crutchie, setting his pencil down and sliding the napkin towards Crutchie, who looked down to see a drawing of himself. He’d thought he was being discreet but Jack had captured the smitten look in his eyes perfectly, “I know but, I meant, more like a date.” That just made Crutchie choke on his cookie, coughing and looking up at Jack as he really took in what he’d just said.

Crutchie was silent as he thought about it, trying to understand why Jack would just suddenly bring up something like that, especially after so long. Eventually, his face hardened as he straightened his spine and snarled, “C’mon, Jack! Don’t be mean. I get it, it weirds you out, that doesn’t mean you have to be a dick about it!”

Frowning, Jack shook his head as he leaned forwards quickly, watching as Crutchie shoved the napkin back towards him harshly, “What?” He quickly checked the drawing, as though he were worried that Crutchie hadn’t liked it.

“Haha, Crutchie’s in love with Jack! How funny is that? Yeah, I get it. It sucks. You don’t have to be an arsehole about it.” Crutchie reached down beside him for his crutches; he was about to stand and walk away to the back when Jack reached across and caught his hand gently over the handle of his crutch.

The look in Jack’s eyes was so calming, so quiet. It was the only reason that Crutchie slowly lowered his crutches to the floor again. He hadn’t forgiven him but he would listen, “What? No! Crutchie, I mean it! I really do. I want to go on a date with you.” Crutchie immediately softened as he saw that, perhaps, Jack wasn’t just joking around with him.

He held his gaze for a moment before finally relaxing, “Oh.”

Jack let his worry fizzle out as he watched Crutchie calm down. He lifted a corner of his lip and peacefully rested his chin in his hand, “You’re in love with me?” A teasing grin painted across Jack’s cheeks as he looked at Crutchie, making his heart flip and tumble like it did every time that they were together.

Eyes flaring when he realised exactly what Jack had said, Crutchie quickly scoffed and leaned all the way back in his seat. He shrugged, letting his shoulders rise and fall, as Jack laughed at his immediate nonchalance and disapproval, “I mean- not really …”

As he laughed, Jack tilted his chin down to stare at Crutchie, making him regret looking back at him when he saw his blue eyes pleading with him, “Charlie.” His tone was almost warning, as if telling him not to lie, but it was gentle as well. Jack would never actually snap at him, Jack never liked to snap at anyone. He did end up in a fair few amount of fights but he never started them, unless they deserved it. Crutchie practically whimpered as Jack continued to stare at him, trying his hide his face anywhere else as the boy in front of him chuckled gently, “Do you want to go out for coffee when your shift ends?” He reached across the table to catch Crutchie’s hand, stopping it in its place, where it was tapping nervously at the wood.

Crutchie may as well have melted into his chair as soon as Jack’s hand moved from stopping his tapping fingers to just holding them, “Yes.” His voice was breathy and ragged, slipping and falling rather than going willingly. He was going on a date with Jack Kelly.

After fifteen minutes, Sarah and Katherine had turned up for their shift and the four boys were free to go. They went their separate ways, with Race and Spot heading towards the park, and Jack and Crutchie calmly making their way towards their usual coffee shop. It was only around the corner and Crutchie was friends with the barista.

When they walked in, Crutchie didn’t miss the strange look from Izzy at the counter when she saw that they were holding hands. He usually stayed back after Jack had left to whine about how wonderful he was to her, complaining for hours sometimes that Jack would never even look at him like that because he was so close to his little brother. This time, however, Izzy glanced down at their hands and just grinned, winking at Crutchie briefly before turning to look between them, “Small mocha for Kelly and a hot chocolate for Crutchie? Just marshmallows.”

As she corrected herself just before he could, Crutchie grinned and nodded, looking up at Jack who had taken his hand back to flip his wallet open, taking out enough for both, “You don’t have to pay, you know?” Frowning, Crutchie tried to reach out to push Jack’s wallet away, reaching for his own at the same time but Jack had already handed Izzy the money, laughing as he accepted the change.

“I know; I want to. I’m just going to put my art stuff down at our table but I’ll be right back to get the tray.” Jack looked down at Crutchie, making sure that he had nodded before grinning and taking his hand to squeeze it before running off to their usual table in the corner, the one beside the window, looking onto the street.

Izzy grinned at Crutchie as Jack ran away, dropping their drinks for a moment to reach across and shake his shoulder, “Crutchie! You did it!” She laughed, making sure he was balanced before letting go and skipping around the space behind the counter as she continued making their drinks. Her cheerful humming rang through the quiet coffee shop, which played quiet classical music. Crutchie was aware of how pretentious it was, as he was often reminded by Race.

When his laughter trickled out, Crutchie couldn’t hide his feather-light grin from pulling his features up, “I didn’t do anything! He asked me!” He giggled as she pulled the froth on Jack’s drink into a heart, winking at him before setting them on the tray just in time for Jack to get back and collect it.

Shooting Crutchie a confused glance, Jack tilted his head with such fondness that it made Crutchie almost implode, “What’re you so happy about?”

Crutchie replied with a quick, “Nothing,” trying not to let Jack know that they’d been talking about him. However, it quickly became evident that Jack was nowhere near as clueless as everyone assumed when he just smiled, linked his free hand with Crutchie’s, and kissed his temple. It was moments like that that Crutchie had wanted for years and could certainly get used to.

As Spot led the way down the winding path towards the lake at the back of the park, Race couldn’t help himself wondering what he’d done that would give him Spot. No boys were ever interested in Race, that was just a fact that he’d learnt to accept. No one even wanted him for the free cookies which was, quite frankly, shocking. However, here he was with a brilliant boy who’d wanted him first. It didn’t make any sense.

When they reached the lake, Race just naturally picked up a few flat pebbles and began skipping them, the way that he used to when he still lived with his birth mother. It was quiet as Spot joined in, only watching Race’s pebbles glide gracefully across half of the lake and Spot’s sinking heavily on the first meeting with the water.

Race was just taking in the surroundings when he ran out of pebbles, feeling the chilly breeze tickling the hair on the back of his neck and threatening to pull the blood far from his fingers. He looked across to Spot, almost expecting him to appear just as serene but snorting instead when he saw him angrily launching the stones at the water, “Take that, you fucking lake!” His words were whispered and harsh as Race laughed, obviously having grown irritable with being unable to do it properly.

Taking Spot’s hand and pulling him in the other direction, Race looked at Spot with amusement tickling his eyebrow, pulling it upwards slightly. As Spot looked up at him, he chuckled and dropped the last few stones from his free hand, “Sorry. I get angry when I feel things.”

After thinking about how to respond, Race pulled Spot’s hand up into the gap between them and fiddled nervously with the way that their fingers slotted together, “And what are you feeling now?” He didn’t want to notice just how precisely they seemed to lock together or just how Spot was the perfect height for him to rest his head on his, but he couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t help but focus on how perfectly they seemed to go together.

“A fair amount of lust but mostly affection.” Spot laughed as Race automatically reached across to smack him lightly on the cheek, only catching his hand and directing it around his neck with the other.

A heavy blush scattered Race’s cheeks for a moment as Spot looked around them, making sure that they were alone, before leaning upwards and kissing him. They hadn’t exactly known each other long and it was their first date but Race couldn’t help but think that this was going to work out.

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #fics #rowan writes #rowan writes sprace #rowan writes jackcrutchie #sprace #jackcrutchie #spot/race #jack/crutchie #spot conlon #Racetrack Higgins #jack kelly #crutchie #crutchie morris

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betweenthepage · 7 years

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Unbecoming Recap

It’s officially September which means, we’ve finished The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer and are starting The Evolution of Mara Dyer! Yay!!

Under the cut, I’ll be giving a brief recap of the happenings of Unbecoming (mainly for those who can’t/don’t have time to re read before The Becoming of Noah Shaw comes out. I got you)

IF YOU’D LIKE TO JOIN @iliveinbooks AND I IN RE-READING, YOU CAN CLICK HEEREEEE.

Some spoilers below. And maybe some things to discuss?

We start Unbecoming with one of my favorite openings of any book; a letter written by “Mara Dyer” on a disclosed date in New York. Later on it’s important

Mara was in an accident where a building collapsed and her friends, Claire, Rachel, and Jude (at the time boyfriend) died

Mara has PTSD, among other things, due to the accident

Mara’s mom, Indi, keeps a close eye on her

Mara and her older brother Daniel start school at Croyden high

Anna and Aiden are bullies and assholes and they will eventually be important in a small way

Mara meets Noah briefly

Mara eventually makes a friend in Jamie Roth

Mara has hallucinations and sees Jude around campus and Claire in the mirror

It comes to Mara’s attention that her father--a lawyer-- took on a high profile case and that’s one of the main reasons her family moved to Florida.

After coming home from a party, Mara burns herself with the bath water after “seeing” that her mother’s earrings had fallen in, resulting in second-degree burns.

Mara encounters an abused dog and when confronted by the owner, imagines a crude death for him. She calls animal control, and later when she goes to check on the dog, finds the owner dead in the exact way she imaged (WHICH HE DESERVED, FUCKING ASSHOLE STARVING POOR MABLE)

Noah helps Mara get the dog--Mable--some help with his step-mom, who is a vet.

Anna steals Mara’s sketch pad and shows it to everyone, where it’s found that she draws Noah. Instead being the dick in the movies who laughs, Noah turns around and says that he knows about it.

Noah asks Mara on a date. She agrees

Noah meets Mara’s family, and Joseph--Mara’s younger brother-- asks for Noah’s number.

On their first date, Mara and Noah talk in the car and he holds her hand (WHICH IS A THING LATER, I’M NOT WEIRD)

Mara passes out after a hallucination and mildly confesses to Noah about why her family moved

Mara has an oral exam in Spanish where things get out of hand and Mara is kicked out

Ms. Morales--the Spanish teacher--fails Mara, and she tries to remedy her grade. Later in the story, Mara imagines her dead and finds her dead in the same way she imagined it. It’s said that Morales had an allergic reaction to fire ants, which caused her death.

Jamie confesses to Mara that Noah used Jamie’s sister, Stephanie, to get back at Jamie for being in a relationship with Katie (Noah’s sister) PAY ATTENTION TO THIS.

Jamie gets expelled from school after Aiden said he threatened him and he and Anna planted a knife to frame him. Thus, leaving Mara virtually friendless.

Later, Daniel takes Mara for a check-up on her burn, where the doctor finds that it is 100% healed. She writes it off as a mistake on the part of the DR’s in ER.

One night, Noah comes to Mara, saying that Joseph has been kidnapped. They find him in a swamp, where he is unconscious but unhurt. While getting Joseph back to the car, Mara imagines the alligators in the swamp dead, in order to save her brother, Noah, and her self.

Noah takes Mara to a spiritual meeting on her birthday, after she insists, and they find Mr. Lukumi, a Santeria specialist, who helps her remember what happened to her, using a weird mix of things that may or may not contain fresh chicken blood.

Mara wakes up in Noah’s room where eventually they kiss and Noah stops breathing. Noah “wakes up” and tells Mara that it was a dream and never actually happened.

Mara eventually remembers what happened in the accident, where she realizes that Jude almost raped her. She realizes that, in her terror, SHE made the building collapse, and killed her friends and Jude. She also concludes that she indeed killed Mabel’s owner and Morales, as well as the animals in the everglade. This eventually leads Mara to a depressive state.

Noah eventually breaks Mara out of her depressive episode and she confesses to him about what is going on and how she believes she is the cause of it. Noah also confesses that he may have something similar going on, stating that he sometimes has visions of people--including Mara and Joseph. He continues on, saying that he can “hear” many things in people, including when they lie, when their hearts start racing, and when they’re hurt. He also confesses to being able to heal himself and others, revealing that he healed Mara’s burn, among other things.

After not being able to find Lukumi again, Noah takes Mara to a zoo where he has access to animals and insects to test their powers. Mara ends up killing all the animals from the terror of them. She also finds that fish and alligators in the swamp where they found Joseph, have died too.

Thinking that her father’s client was the one who kidnapped Joseph, Noah and Mara race to the courthouse where Mara decides to kill Lassiter if he is found not guilty for the murder of Jordana Palmer. Noah tries to convince Mara that it’s not worth it, and while she continues on with her plan, she finds that Lassiter AND her father were shot by Jordana’s mother. (This event, I believe is important later on)

In a flurry of guilt, Mara decides to “turn herself in” to the police. While at the station, she sees Jude, alive, and with hands.

So I think that’s pretty much the main parts of the story.

To talk about the second to last point, in the book Mara recounts all the deaths she’s caused and how she decides 100% that she wants Lassiter to die for taking Joseph. I think this is the real moment where she starts to become the anti-hero that most of us know from the later book (and for those people just starting the serious, you’ll see what I mean later). This is the first moment where she consciously decides to kill someone, not out of self-defense, or even on accident, but on pure, unadulterated hatred. It’s honestly such a great turning point for her character. And the one person who really knows about this, does not see it happening.

SO I’M JUST GONNA PUT SOME OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES ON HERE. SOME. CAUSE THERE’S A LOT AND I’M TIRED.

We were so different. I had none of her exquisite Indian features; not her perfect oval face or her lacquer-black hair. Instead, my father’s patrician nose and jaw were reflected in my own.

I threatened him with Ebola

One little joke involving hemorrhagic fever and they brand you ‘unstable.’

I’d figure out how to break the news to my parents that--surprise!--we have a dog. They had to take pity on their screwed-up daughter and her pathetic companion. I was not above milking my tragedy for a high purpose. (I will forever be sad that Mara in fact did not get a companion)

That’s my girl.

“You like me,” he finally said. “You like me, like me.” He was trying not to smile. “No. I hate you.”

You crotch-pheasant (honestly, the amount of colorful names is my favorite. LET’S NOT FORGET EVERYONE’S FAVORITE, ASSCROWN)

“Death cab?” I asked. “Really?”

His touch felt like home

The Ebola kid?

“Ibrahim Hassin?” Noah nodded. I died.

“Joseph actually,” Noah said, texting something back. “And to offer a stock tip.” I have the strangest family.

But none of this matters, because you’re not going to listen to your token black Jewish bi friend, are you? (LOOK AT THIS. READ THIS LINE OVER. I LOVE THE DIVERSITY IN JUST THIS LINE)

Noah fights dirty.

Don’t let the man keep you down.

I should haul back and smack him, strike a blow for feminism or something....

You ought to go to NYU. More diversity. It’s not healthy to have too many geniuses packed into one campus. (COUGH COUGH)

Yeah. Nothing like hearing the girl you just started dating is on anti psychotics

Hookers and blow aren’t cheap, but I suppose animal sacrifice will have to do. Happy birthday.

“What,” I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, “the hell?” “You were convinced they were your pets,” Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. “You wouldn’t let me touch them.”

The husk of a girl not-named Mara stared back at me. I wondered how I would kill her. (COUGH)

The necklace he always wore had slipped out during the night. I looked closely at it for the first time; the pendant was just a slim line of silver--half hammered into the shape of a feather, the other half a dagger.

I would have been afraid if I didn’t know better. the scariest thing in the room was me.

I was made for you, Mara.

And that’s it for this round. So far on Mara’s hitlist, we have five people dead (six if you count Lassiter who is basically a vegetable and will not wake up), and numerous animals and insects. I count Lassiter, SO SIX PEOPLE DEAD, LOOK AT MY GIRL GO. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MARA? IS JUDE REALLY THERE OR IS THIS JUST ANOTHER HALLUCINATION? FIND OUT NEXT TIME AS WE READ THE EVOLUTION OF MARA DYER.

#The unbecoming of Mara dyer #mara dyer #michelle hodkin #noah shaw #madness reread #rose speaks #recap #reference

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drunkenvigors · 5 years

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These are kinda therapeutic for me (I’m going to skip some of them cause there’s a lot though!) sorry if you somehow know me irl and see this

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I would love to be at least 5’6

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) I already have my dream pets and I love them with my entire being

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? No I switch between so many I never look the same lmao

4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Don’t make me answer this it’s too hard to think of, nextttt.

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: 8:30pm (my fave time of day), mashed potatoes, and the rest of my brain goes into oblivion idk

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? I care too much or not at all there’s no inbetween beware I could scare u off or piss u off take ur pick

9: Are you ticklish? Everywhere on me is ticklish unfortunately but you can get a free pass to tickle me for 1min if I think you’re cute, otherwise take ya hands off the merchandise stupid bitch.

10: Are you allergic to anything? Being social

11: What’s your sexuality? I am pansexual but due to being bullied about it I tell everyone I’m Bi.

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? This is a choice nobody should have to make.

13: Are you a cat or dog person? I am a regular person that loves them both

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Short enough to pass as an elf so why not 🧝‍♀️

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? David Dobrik, hes entertainment for when I’m eating snacks

16: How tall are you? Mind ya business.. 5feet...

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Tee, that’s what I go by anyways so considered it changed

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes and no.

20: Do you like space or the ocean more? How about neither because they’re big cluster fucks of the unknown and that in itself is terrifying

22: Pet peeves? Letting me get attached and talking to me then leaving me hanging without any fucking explanation like um lmao you suck

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m nocturnal for sure

24: Favorite constellation? Dis pussy

25: Favorite star? Ur moms pussy

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? This sounds sexual

27: Any phobias or fears? Too many dots/holes in the same area, I’ll actually vomit.

28: Do you think global warming is real? OBVIOUSLY

29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Eeeehhhh I guess. I believe in a lot of different theories that I’ve thought of myself, I don’t care what other people think about these things because I’d like to stay true to my own thoughts.

30: Favorite movie? Spirited Away

31: Do you get scared easily? Not really

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Too much math brb

34: What is a color that calms you? Red yay

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? ... don’t make me say it because I won’t

36: Where were you born? In a Jesus piece praise

37: What is your eye color? Poop

38: Introvert or extrovert? Both depending on the day

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yea & if you don’t we probably won’t get along very well

40: Hugs or kisses? I’m definitely a hugger

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? There’s a very kind soul I’m dying to meet

42: Who is someone you love deeply? Tiger (my cat)

43: Any piercings you want? My bridge

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? This is hilarious if you’ve never seen me before

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? No smh are u kidding me that shits for the birds ya’heard weed will kill ya ;’(

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Godddd fucking DAMN he is so nice to me. Better than the stupid fuck people I tried to take care of around my area. These circumstances really suck.

47: What is a sound you really hate? There’s a couple people in mind that when they talk I would love to just shove a sock down their throat

48: A sound you really love? A skateboard on the pavement

49: Can you do a backflip? Fuk off maybe I’ll try to after doing this post

50: Can you do the splits? Used to

51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Myself when I need to get out of certain situations due to excessive anxiety but not wanting to show my real emotions, you feel?

53: How are you feeling right now? Would be better if I wasn’t here rn

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Exactly how it is

55: When did you feel happiest? When I get attention from the person I want it from, stupid romantic bullshit that doesn’t even matter

56: Something that calms you down? Probably my sister because we can laugh anything off together and I mean ANYTHING

57: Have any mental disorders? I can’t count them all on one hand

58: What does your URL mean? It’s from a hopsin song and Bioshock infinite. Good luck figuring it out

59: What three words describe you the most? Confusing, loud, quiet, and I’ll add one more, contradiction

60: Do you believe in evolution? Well.. how do you think we’re humans rn, we came from monkeys or whatever

61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they post stupid ads or things that’ll try to pursue you into doing something

62: What makes you follow a blog? If it fits my aesthetic

63: Favorite kind of person: funny

64: Favorite animal(s): 🐨

66: Favorite emoticon: 🖤

67: Favorite meme: disgusteng

69: What is your star sign? TAURUS BAAAABYYYY 😍

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No but I can so wassup dâddÿ

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? I have too many to pick

72: Post a selfie or two? How about no because I’m ugly lmao tf

73: Do you have platform shoes? NO I SHOULD GET SOME TBH

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’ve pissed myself while drunk too many times to count, do as you wish with this information because I find it hilarious & I’m glad I don’t have an alcohol problem anymore lol

75: Can you do a front flip? Actually, yes, yes I can

76: Do you like birds? Don’t hate me for this but no I really don’t

77: Do you like to swim? Yessss

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Ice skating

79: Something you wish didn’t exist: trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist: a green sky and a purple moon

81: Piercings you have? Lip, nose, ears, nipple (yes only one of them lmao)

82: Something you really enjoy doing: sucking my own dick for attention

83: Favorite person to talk to: myself in the mirror

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Idk I was so young when I made this blog I can’t recall

85: How many followers do you have? Idk does it even matter

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I smoke far too many cigarettes for that

87: Do your socks always match? Never

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No wtf you thought I was fit? Nexxxttt

89: What are your birthstones? Emerald

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Koala

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Lillies, sunflowers, or buttercup flowers

92: A store you hate? Aerocrombie or however you fuckin spell it

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 6 or 7

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Read minds but I would probably end up killing myself knowing all the bad things people think of me

95: Do you like to wear camo? Sometimes

96: Winter or summer? Summer

97: How long can you hold your breath for? 326183621

98: Least favorite person? Andrew lol fuck you.

99: Someone you look up to: my homies that have passed away, I look up to them every day

100: A store you love? I like to order things

101: Favorite type of shoes? VANS

102: Where do you live? Doesn’t matter smh

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nnnooo

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Shiet

105: Do you drink milk? Milk drinks me glug glug bitch

106: Do you like bugs? NAH

107: Do you like spiders? NEGATIVE

108: Something you get paranoid about? Crack

109: Can you draw: if I try

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Mannnnn idk

111: A question you hate being asked? Anything about my dead homies makes me at least a little uncomfortable

112: Ever been bitten by a spider? No

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Obviously

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny but not burning hot sunny u feel me

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: who told u this information

THIS IS LONG

120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruit salad perhaps

121: Something you want to do right now: Get tf out of here

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky for sure

123: Sweet or sour foods? I eat sweets to confuse the demons inhabiting this body

124: Bright or dim lights? Dimmadomedim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Bitch u really thought dragons aren’t real

126: Something you hate about Tumblr: everyone is so sensitive bro then y’all gang up and bully someone for something so small & meaningless as if you have nothing better to do with yourselves

127: Something you love about Tumblr: nobody really knows me here & if you do then hey hi wassup I trust you 🖤

128: What do you think about the least? Sheesh I have adhd next question please

129: What would you want written on your tombstone? She was a bitch but she was a lit bitch

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Fuck violence

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My mind

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Ehhhhh on occasion

133: Computer or TV? Tv

134: Do you like roller coasters? Naaah son

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? No

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed thank god

137: Do you believe in karma? HAH YES, she been slacking though💀👀

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 3 tbh

139: What nicknames do you have/have had? People used to call me gauges and I am so glad that stage is over

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Oh, you mean schizophrenia because yes

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? For years, then I dipped out because I know I can’t be cured from mental instability

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Bad bad baaaad yikes

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving

144: What makes you angry? When people play with me or attention seeking people, I really hate some of y’all cry baby asses fr

145: How many languages do you speak fluently? one sadly

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? All of the above

147: Are you androgynous? Have you seen me because lmao

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: I can’t even pick one because I genuinely hate myself and how I look

149: Favorite thing about your personality: my what now 💀

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person: Jeremy McKinnon I want to tell him thank you. That’s it I guess

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Um probably none

152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Oooooofff I used to years ago but shit I’m over it now

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] my what

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? NO I AM NOT THE MOM FRIEND

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Not unless you’re my actual partner and even then I don’t really like to

156: What embarrasses you? Being outside

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: speaking/existing

158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I love you

159: How many people are you following? Idk prob a lot

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’ve had this since I was 12 or something I really don’t know

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? IDFKKK

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? WHAT

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cosmosogler · 7 years

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hawaii part 3

hmm yes it does appear that i left writing the journal off until 11:30. that was a mistake. i got distracted. it’s easier to not think about things than to think about things. it’s... easier to think about other things too.

reading my post yesterday in order to get my bearings i realized how much i dislike the way i “sound.” no wonder everyone treats me like a man baby.

the public beach was fine. i didn’t want to stand around at the hotel and play pokemon all day so i went to a beach with bigger waves with my brother, austin, thomas, dad, and uncle mike. the neighbors came too, later. everyone except me and uncle mike was out in the waves so i just sat in the shade in the soft dirt-sand and talked to mike about cook’s pines, which we had spotted at the very north end of the island. you could see out that far from this part of the beach. we also talked about pigeons since there were a lot of them. we talked a little bit about eve and how, when pounds want to get their animals adopted, they describe the animal using the most exotic breed in the mix. wiley is a “finnish spitz mix.” (look them up they’re super cute actually.) eve is a “greyhound mix,” even though mike said she acts way more like a black lab. he said they’re always skittish like she is.

i couldn’t really argue with that. it is more exciting to say you have a half-greyhound than a half-black lab. and eve never shuts up when mike is around. she just howls and howls and runs away and howls from the other room even a little while after he’s gone. she’s done that since she was 3. i thought she would get used to him after a year or two, but i guess once she realized he was also her vet she kept a grudge.

wiley likes him though.

i eventually stumbled out into the waves knee-deep to laugh at the boys and their boogie boards. i probably stood out in the sun for just a little too long. i had been upset that i’d forgotten the sun hat gramma bought for me... i dunno it’s just nice to stand with your feet in the ocean even if you’re not swimming.

i didn’t stay out for too long though. i mostly had gotten up because my legs were falling asleep sitting in the dirt, and also because i had sat down less than a foot away from an anthill and dropped my shoes on top of it. i went back in the shade and talked to sierra a little bit and played some pokemon.

i don’t remember what we did for dinner after that. it’s kind of frustrating to go to dinners with my family. gramma and sharon heavily favor restaurants we are familiar with over restaurants that are good/are easier for 25% of us to eat at. ryan has the fatal peanut oil allergy, i’m vegetarian, my sister’s got a lot of dietary restrictions and is generally picky, austin’s not allowed to touch nuts since his brother’s so allergic. gramma can’t eat red meat but we go to steak houses all the time. thomas won’t eat anything but hot dogs and sometimes pizza.

the next day was the last day on maui. my sister, claudia, uncle dave, and i broke off from the group to go to the aquarium. i didn’t realize that my family wasn’t joining everyone else for lunch so i didn’t think to say goodbye to anyone when we left the hotel. that kind of sucked. the aquarium was nice though. i sent a lot of pictures with one-liners and snarky comments to asher. i also took a ton of videos, which i forgot to show him when we hung out today.

after that (and some shopping) my sister and i had to wait in the shopping center after dave took claudia back to the hotel. we waited for like 40 minutes for our family to pick us up. we had some ice cream. the car ride over to ihop sucked. it was just the worst. my parents would yell at each other, and then demand unreasonable things from my sister (who had siri open), and then when my sister would get irritated she would get yelled at for raising her voice. my mom and dad acted like she was SO unreasonable for being frustrated with them. “i’m just such-and-such,” they would say, like “just” doing something excuses you from being a dick. “i’m just sayin.”

i hate “i’m just sayin.” it’s dad’s trump card for when he wants to “win” an argument. because if you get mad when someone is “just sayin” words, because “just” saying is so different from “actually” saying, then you are unreasonable and you lose!!!

at ihop i was too sick to eat and my sister was too sick to eat. then about halfway through the meal my brother cried out and put his hands over his eye. i was worried he had gotten hot sauce in it (i noticed the bottle next to his elbow) and suggested washing it out in the bathroom. he and dad didn’t come back for a long time. after we finished eating we dug out my sister’s eye drops and mom basically shot his eye with a jet of saline. also a guy who may or may not have been a tourist was there. he gave me conflicting stories over the span of our conversation. i wanted to focus on my brother but there wasn’t really anything i could do and the guy was very interested in talking to my family.

so then we went to the airport, and i played pokemon while waiting for the plane, which was about 40 minutes late. then we got on the plane and i watched the sun go down and listened to less than a full elo album before we landed on oahu. when we collected our bags and got the rental car my brother complained that his eye still felt like someone was jamming a needle into it and it had been seven hours.

so mom decided it was a good idea to give him one of her oxycodone pills.

i have some feelings about this. mostly confusion, because i don’t understand why mother would have those pills in the first place. she’s always so harsh when she judges dad’s mom because she’s “addicted to pain killers” and “stole grandpa’s medication before he died” and “complains to the doctor too much so he’ll keep refilling her prescriptions.”

but you know what?

mom stole my pain killers, my vicodin, when i had my wisdom teeth out. i had to go like five days with just tylenol when my jaw still wasn’t healed enough for me to even eat solids. when i talked to dad about it one time, years ago now i think, he seemed to imply that that was just something she does.

i’ve met people who are addicted to oxycodone. it’s not a fun time. where the hell is mom getting such a powerful drug? who the hell is giving it to her? she has migraines. but i looked it up just now and oxy is a TERRIBLE choice for treating migraines. and also it’s super addictive.

and also i’m a stickler for rules i guess and i was super irritated that mom broke the rules and gave a prescribed medicine to someone who it had not been prescribed to. a powerful one! and she said this might mean she couldn’t take him to the emergency room!

at 11 after we had gotten settled into our new hotel room mom and dad took him to the emergency room anyway. i hope she got in trouble. my brother was super stoned. on the way to the hotel he was asking me stuff like what my major was and where i was going to school. he also made sammie-level bad jokes and laughed at them.

mom complained that we shouldn’t have pushed her to give him one. even though no one had told her to... even my brother was like “i don’t care just do something” at the time.

so that night i didn’t fall asleep until 1, after my brother got back from the er. he had debris stuck in his eye and it had scratched his cornea.

i had a dream that the monster didn’t want to kill me. it was after some equipment i had. a while into the dream i realized that not only could i teleport myself (sometimes i can do that), i could send other things away too. actually it was easier to Send Things Away than to teleport myself, which required a lot of brute-forcing my imagination into believing i had taken a huge step forward, sometimes up a wall or through one, instead of just a normal walking step.

it’s literally the best way i’ve dealt with a monster in my dreams basically ever. anyone around me it wanted to hurt, maybe as punishment? send them away. after the machine i had? send it away. “sorry dude, better luck next time.”

there was a lot more to it but it’s hard to explain in words that make sense when put in a sentence together. i wish i dreamed less in fluid images or impressions and more in solid ones.

well, even the solid images don’t always make a lot of sense... they make sense to me, in a weird way, but i can’t figure out how to make it make sense for everyone else. and drawing them is like looking into an infinite fractal. i can never put as much detail on the paper as i saw in my head and then it looks bland and strange and not what i wanted to communicate.

the next day i woke up at like 10:30, which is the latest i ever woke up during the trip. i even turned my alarm off. i felt sick all day. my family left to get lunch and i just stayed in the room because it hurt. in the evening we went to my mom’s cousin’s anniversary house gathering party. this is the cousin my mom doesn’t even like very much, due to gay.

i didn’t have much food. i mostly talked to my mom’s other cousin and her family, and caught up with some people i didn’t know. the meal was jewish chinese hawaiian. i liked the pasta salad.

by 9 i was too exhausted to talk to anyone any more. i found myself blinking even more owlishly at the host’s collection of mugs painted with the faces of what appeared to be american presidents. there were like 40 of them. i had laughed when i saw them the first time and said “it’s good to have a hobby.” i guess as i got more tired i wanted to say more, but had less to say. so i just looked at them a lot.

i don’t know what i did with all that time. i don’t know what i spent my evening doing. my family was watching a different movie on each tv in the hotel room. we had the two-room setup again, but my brother and i had separate beds this time. it was frustrating because my feet and ankles would get caught in the blanket tucked under the bed. it was too hard to kick the blankets loose so i felt pressed down and restricted and that made it really hard to fall asleep. i have enough trouble getting my arms and legs into comfortable positions while i’m up and about during the day. i spend all night fidgeting and adjusting my weight and yanking my pajama pants around trying to get them to sit right. this happens every night. i’m uncomfortable all the time. my legs just won’t sit right and it feels like if i just kicked or flexed them i could maybe jimmy them into better positions but it never happens. so when i sit i kick my feet around all the time. and when i sit with my hands or arms against a surface i knead at it trying to get my hands! into! the Correct! position!!!

the correct position probably doesn’t exist. i’ve never gotten there before. all i can do is try to loosen up my muscles a little bit so i stop feeling so strained and uncomfortable.

the last full day i spent laying around mostly. i went and looked at the baby seal and took pictures and sent them to asher. i found anny and sarah on the beach but my legs fell asleep while i was sitting under the umbrella with them so i got up and left. i was also getting sunburnt again. i found mom at the hotel restaurant so i got lunch with her even though i didn’t want to. i got a fancy drink with dragonfruit and mango and stuff. i told mom i wasn’t hungry at all but she talked me into a sandwich that was way too big for me to reasonably eat and also like 20 dollars. i barely managed half of it. i gave the other half to dad when he showed up.

then we went to the actual anniversary party at a fancy restaurant. i was too tired to interact with anyone so i sat with my brother and sister and tried to track down a glass of water. my brother ended up with three, mostly as a joke on my part.

this is the story as i understand it. my aunts have been together for 20 years. marriage was legalized between 3 and 4 years ago, and they got officially married a few weeks after the law passed. we were here to celebrate their “anniversary,” though it may have just been the best time of year for everyone to travel. there were a lot of cute and touching speeches. i always enjoy uncle len’s terrible, terrible poetry. it’s actually better than mine at least.

hmm, well, maybe they’re about the same quality now that i’m thinking about it.

the food was very interesting. i was told the chef said he would have something “interesting” for me since i think i was the only vegetarian. i got some kind of briny rice with like a creamy green sauce. it was topped with asparagus and some little tomato cubes. and also really spongy looking mushrooms. and a cracker made out of cheese. i think it was asiago.

it was ok. i was tolerating it pretty well until i picked up a big mushroom stump and tried to eat that. the effect was immediate. i near gagged on how spongy and salty it was. it tasted like the ocean. the last time i accidentally swallowed ocean (a few days previously) i had thrown up immediately. as had my brother. we’re cool like that.

after that i wasn’t interested in eating any more. i had some of the dessert but didn’t really enjoy it that much. i think if i was feeling better i would have liked it more.

don’t tell no one, but we had assigned seats. when i got over to the table with my brother and sister i saw that i was assigned next to dad. i swapped my name card with my second cousin’s so i could sit next to my brother instead.

there were three performing sisters supplying the party with music. they were pretty good! when they came over to our table and asked for requests i said “please god anything but over the rainbow” and they laughed. they played some songs that their mother wrote. but at the end they made us all hold hands and sway together and sing aloha oe. i was bummed about that, mostly because i didn’t want to be standing, partly because i didn’t know the words, and partly because i really didn’t want to hold hands with anyone.

i had a lot of trouble falling asleep at a reasonable hour that night. i had more dreams, and i was thinking about them the next day, but i don’t remember what they were any more. the ride to the airport was stressful. i was crammed in the back with all the suitcases and every time we made a sharp turn i’d get squashed or knocked in the face by the suitcase’s wheels. i ended up getting something like chocolate chalk on my fingers trying to buckle my seat belt and i was upset about that the whole ride.

i texted with asher for a while. i don’t think he was doing so hot but he heard me out which was nice of him. i was looking at a billboard while we were stopped at a gas station and i texted “it’s kind of surprising how little matters in life when you think about it.”

i’d been thinking about that for over a week at that point. so few things actually matter. i was trying to make a list and i could only really think of one thing. being able to see the sky matters.

i also said it was really a relief to look at something and say “screw it, i don’t care about this any more, i’m going to stop putting any effort into it.” because, like, it saves so much energy to not put effort into things you don’t care about! why waste your time on crap that doesn’t matter?

i mean, sure, if you care about something, be tenacious as hell. but if it doesn’t matter? why am i still trying? why not try at something that does matter?

what i’m getting at here is that i don’t care about being friendly with dad any more. he never apologized or mentioned it or did anything. he barely looks at me. if being embarrassed or being the authority or whatever is more important to him than i am, then screw it! i don’t care! i don’t HAVE to care.

so that’s the hawaii lesson. you don’t have to care. you can choose to care, but you don’t have to.

on the flight back i did nothing but fish for bottle caps for basically six hours. i got up to use the restroom and i did doze for about 20 minutes at the start of the flight.

it wasn’t really just fishing for bottle caps. i never just fish. that’s boring. i was listening to music and fishing for bottle caps on the side to keep my hands busy. i was barely even paying attention. i spent a lot of time thinking about random stuff. like animorphs, or doing a mental review of one of the comics i’m reading, or wondering about recent developments in another. i also spent actually more time than i should have wondering what the guy next to me was thinking. i mean i was playing what was clearly pokemon, but all i was doing was running back and forth and fishing up pokemon that i ran away from.

i got nine bottle caps.

we landed around 10:30. baggage claim was normal amounts of crowded and stressful. dad missed the terminal’s curb when he drove over to pick us up and had to spent 10 minutes going all the way back around the airport to try again. it was over 100 degrees even though it was the middle of the night. the car was crammed the whole hour back. we decided to stop at carl’s jr for dinner at 11:30 and i got really sick from the grease. we got home at 12. i putzed around on the internet until 1:30, and then i took a really long time getting ready for bed because i felt disgusting and i wanted to wash off more than usual, and then i couldn’t fall asleep because my brother was screaming at the computer and stuff.

in the morning i went downstairs to go to my doctor’s appointment after sleeping for 5 and a half to 6 hours. after waiting for 10 minutes for dad to get ready to leave, i finally asked when we were heading out because i had no idea where this office was or how to get there. he leaned in real close to me and growled “i NEVER said i would take you ANYWHERE.”

the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#tw drugs #sammie gives up #im not the one with the drugs #dont worry about that

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train-whistles-at-night · 7 years

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Lmao im a dumbass and accidentally deleted the ask this went to but i still have the answers oH WELL HERE WE GO ANYWAY @anakinkshamer Without further ado this is all the asks on that one post, for Hooker Green. (Under a cut to save space and not clog up everyone’s dashboards.)

1. Are they a good liar?

Depends on the lie. White lies? Sure. Big ones, nope. He get’s nervous and shifts around a lot and usually doesn’t make eye contact.

2. Thoughts on tattoos, piercings?

A+++ He has an eyebrow peircing and I think some ear piercings I never draw? Also he thinks tattoos are hella (and tbh a weakness of his lmao) but he doesn’t have any of his own.

3. In which historic era would they like to live?

hfdskhg iDK MY DUDE. He likes now. Idk maybe he’d like to see what the 1920s were like or maybe thats just my general love for the 1920s speaking.

4. Do they like to watch movies? Read books?

He loves watching movies. When he can keep his attention focused or smth he’ll try reading, but he’s not as big on it.

5. How do they act when they are sick?

Lazy afffffffff. He whines for Sunglow to come take care of him 100% of the time when he’s sick.

6. Thoughts on one night stands?

AHAHA Well he’s participated in them, so he’s certainly not against them. He legit just is like, yknow, wear a condom and shit. Don’t be stupid.

7. Are they funny?

Yep, whether he means to be or not he’s p funny sometimes.

8. Are they scared easily?

I wouldn’t think so, no.

9. Are they stubborn?

He can be, depending on the topic. Most times he give tf up and just lets the other person think they’re right, even if he knows he’s right.

10. What would they do if they found out their best friend was cheating on their boyfriend/girlfriend ?

”Dude what the fUCK QUIT THAT SHIT. You know that’s gonna end in hell for all three of you by the end of it if you keep it up.” And generally kinda. Doesn’t let them forget what they’re doing is shitty.

11. Thoughts on abstinence? He’s cool if they want to do it, he didn’t though.

12. What would they do if their best friend told them they were doing drugs?

”Cool, whatever you want. Just either don’t do that hard shit, kay? Or at least keep it from me, I’m good w/ just smoking pot”

13. If they drank a truth serum what would they say? What’s their biggest secret?

”Sometimes it really frustrates me that I never feel romantic love for people, I’d love to be in a relationship, but I can’t give love back the way they’d want.”

14. How would they take if their friend, family member, lover died?

Sob. A lot. A not get over it for a long time. He doesn’t take loss easy.

15. Do they smoke?

Weed? Yep.

Cigarettes? Nope.

16. Do they worry about physical appearance too much?

Nope, not really.

17. Most extreme thing they’ve done?

I mean? One night stands and smoking pot is really as bad as he gets? He’s drove drunk and stuff before when he knew he shouldn’t? Idk he’s not really that bad.

18. How are they under pressure?

P okay I guess??? Idk he could be a lot worse. He gets a little shaky, but he can more or less hold it together if he needs to.

19. How would they react if they saw someone on the street being robbed?

Grab the robber if he could, if he couldn’t, he’d at least tell the police

20. How would they react if one day their best friend or boyfriend/girlfriend woke up and it turns out he/she has amnesia?

Be really sad tbh, but y’know kinda try to help jog their memory if he could.

21.Thoughts on anal sex?

A+ 10/10 in his opinion, but y’know, if ur not down w/ it thats ur deal and he’ll respect that.

22. One thing they would never ever do, under any circumstances?

I answered another one with a different answer, so another one is rape, or just generally take advantage of anyone like that. He couldn’t even force himself to if it’d keep him alive.

23. Do they have any sexual fantasizes?

Yep yep.

24. Most weird place they had sex?

Not His House. Like at a party. Idk it weirds him out to have sex in a place he’s not familiar with.

25. If they can meet anyone on this earth, dead or alive, who would they want to meet?

Maybe his granny. People always talk about her in a good manner, but she died before he was born.

26. Would they rather travel to past or the future?

Future, I’d think.

27. In what movie, book, tv series would they enter if they could?

Harry Potter. Magic is cool af.

28. What would they do if they won the lottery?

He wouldn’t know what the fuck to do w/ the money. Mainly I think he’d help Wenge and his friends and family. Then put the rest in a bank. Bc otherwise I don’t think he’d know what to do with it.

29. Who do they love more, mom or dad?

Momma. Not that he doesn’t love his dad, just his dad was at work more, so he spent more time w/ Momma.

30. If they are on the deserted island and they see a box, what would they like to be in that box?

A way to get home.

31, How do they express their love towards friends and family? (Presents, words, actions?)

Actions when he can. Otherwise, words.

32. Who is the most important person in their life?

Wenge tbh?? Idk he’s just? Been through a lot w/ Wenge.

33. What powers would they like to have?

Healing powers.

34. Do they like to travel?

Nah, he likes being at home.

35. Where do they travel most often?

To mom and dad’s house, or to Wenge’s. Though that’s not really traveling. The biggest traveling he does is to a lake most people don’t visit. He kinda sits by himself for a bit an smokes and thinks n whatnot.

36. How much luggage do they carry?

Just what he knows he’ll need.

37. Favourite transportation?

Walking. Or a car if it’s Long Distance.

38. Do they have a life motto? Or just a quote they really love?

”Take me as I am, or watch me as I go.”

39. Favourite season?

The spot inbetween Fall and Winter when all the good things and parades happen.

40. Favourite holiday?

Thanksgiving. He loves the warmth and family attitude that comes with it.

41. Do they and how do they work out?

Nope. So N/A I guess.

42. Do they sleepwalk?

Nah.

43. What’s their astrology sign? (You can do a test here)

Cancer

44. What’s their temperament? (You can do a test here)

Phlegmatic

45. What’s their personality type? (You can do a test here )

INFP

46. What’s their strongest intelligence? (You can do a test here)

Nature w/ a 4.57

47. Do they know how to ice skate?

I mean, probably not but he wouldn’t find it that hard to learn.

48. Where was their favourite and where their worst vacation?

Fave - To see cousins states away

Worst - A different time they went to see their cousins so much shit went wrong he gets mad thinking about it

49. Do they have a bad sexual experience?

I mean? Yeah, of course. Everyone who has sex does at some point. It just wasn’t major. More like, it just didn’t work or no one had an orgasm or they had a fight or something idk.

50. Do they masturbate?

Yeah, sometimes. Not as often now as he used to.

51. Biggest regret?

Not being able to help more.

52. How do they dress?

Comfy mainly. If looks can be added, cool. But mainly just for comfort.

53. Who was their childhood love?

He didn’t have one.

54. What they wanted to be when they grow up?

I don’t know. Maybe a zoologist.

55. Who in their family do they like the most?

Momma.

56. Did they ever did something in school they were grounded for?

Yeah of course. Probably snuck out.

57. Thoughts on abortion?

To each their own just don’t hurt others for disagreeing.

58. Biggest adventure?

He’s on it fam, being a god father.

59. How they react when someone offends their friend/boyfriend/sibling?

He get’s defensive.

60. How would they react if they found out they were pregnant?

”Well.. This is a.. Predicament. To say the least.”

61. Who would they tell first about the pregnancy?

Sunglow probably?

62. Do they pay with cash or credit card?

Cash, mainly bc he never remembers if he has money on his credit card.

63. Best childhood memory?

Going to a waterpark during summer w/ some cousins.

64. Worst childhood memory?

Idk probably like?? Something that happened at school. People are dicks.

65. Are they scared easily?

I think I said no already.

66. Did they tried weed?

Multiple times fam lmao

67. Did they try more serious drugs?

Nahhh

68. Quirks?

He taps drumbeats on stuff when thinking

Talks to plants

Can recite the alphabet backwards w/ out fucking it up

69. Pet peeves?

Saying “Let there be light” every time any light switch is flipped on.

People who read over your shoulder on public transportation.

Suburban kids who think they are gangstas.

70. Do they have phobia?

Scared of spiders, cockroaches, and things flying in his face

71. Do they have any mania?

Nah I don’t think so.

72. Are they allergic to something?

Nope, not currently.

73. Do they sing in the shower?

I think he hums maybe, but not outright sings and belts a song.

74. What are they most embarrassed about?

His lack of romantic love.

75. Favourite art?

Starry Night probably. It’s makes him feel happy.

76. Who they call when their car breaks in the middle of nowhere?

His dad.

77. With whom did they lose their virginity and where?

His best friend in highschool. In their house, not his. I think he actually id get teary-eyed if not actually crying during/after. Wasn’t bc he was sad, just bc so many thoughts ran through his head at the time and it was all a little overwhelming.

78. How would they react if someone tried to rob them?

Punch the dick in the fucking face.

79. Did they have any family tradition when they were young?

Mhm. Visit cousins and other family every Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve.

80. Do they cry at weddings?

Depends on the wedding. If it’s someone close like Sunglow or Family, of course. He’s a teary-eye’d mes. But they’re good, happy tears.

81. Who do they like to spend more time with, significant other or friends?

Friends. Doesn’t have a significant other and he doesn’t want one.

82. What’s their theme song? Some Hozier song, but I’m not entirely sure which? Hooker Green just has a very Hozier kind of feel. Perhaps Like Real People Do would be it?

Relationship Questions

1. Did they ever give/received a blowjob? Yep, he’s gave and recieved one. 2. When did they say they love each other? He says platonic ‘i love you’s all the time, but when he kinda? Meant it was to Wenge, when they kind of figured out this was gonna be a regular thing. 3. Favourite memory with a boyfriend/girlfriend? Look okay, Wenge is/was the closest thing he’s gonna have to a boyfriend. Anyway, favorite memory is probably laying around with Wenge, probably after it was very established they were good friends, best friends even, and Hooker Green could’ve called Wenge anytime for his Services and not have to pay, but he still did. They laid together on Hooker Green’s bed and talked for a long, long time before Hooker Green began to get sleepy and passed out in Wenge’s arms. He still remembers it, and thinks fondly on it often. 4. Biggest fight? Hooker Green is usually very non-confrontational, and avoids fights when he can. The worst fight he’s gotten into was when he was younger, someone said in public about how ‘that brown guy deserved it, the little bitch. He should’ve enjoyed it, getting that dick like he did, he’s a whore anyway..” among other things. Hooker Green stood up to him, and when the guy punched him, Hooker Green punched right fucking back. It escalated from them as you can imagine, and while I don’t have all the details worked out, I can assure you that Hooker Green won. 5. Who usually starts the fight? Other people. Like I said Hooker Green is super con-confrontational.

6. What do they mostly fight about? Hooker Green and Wenge specifically? Minor things, it never lasts long.

7. Who is most likely to cool off and forgive first after the fight? Hooker Green. He avoids fights any time he can, and likes making up better than arguing. 8. Who pays the wedding? They’re not in a relationship, I want to make that very clear. Most of these questions are hypothetical. But they would pay together. 9. Where will they have they wedding? And when? It’d be a small backyard wedding. Outside Hooker Green’s home because there’s much more greenery and forest-type of things back there. After 5 years of being together. 10. What kind of dress will the bride be wearing? Hooker Green would be wearing the dress tbh Tea length illusion cap sleeves lace tulle rustic A-line wedding dress so this one: http://www.luckybridals.com/tea-length-illusion-cap-sleeves-lace-tulle-rustic-a-line-wedding-dress-768.html 11. How old will they be? Uhh Hooker Green would’ve been about 27-28 and Wenge would’ve been about 30-31 12. How will he purpose? At home, after just spending the day together, no sex or nothin it’d probably when they were laying together, he pulls out the box and sits them both up and with nervous mind and shaky hands, pulls out the box and asks quietly if he would marry him hooker green wouldn’t be able to hide his smile if he tried when he hugged him and said yes. 13. How many kids will they have? Does Cotton Candy count? bc 1 then. 14. Who will kids love more? Their kid? Wenge probably? Only a teeny tiny bit more. Other kids, Hooker Green. 15. When did they meet each other’s parents and how? Wenge met Hooker Green’s about 2 and a half years after meeting him Hooker Green met Wenge’s a few months after meeting him 16. How do your character parents get along with his/hers boyfriend/girlfriend? They get along really well on both sides 17. How do your character parents get along with his/hers boyfriend/girlfriend’s parents? Get along a little less, but overall really well too 18. Who cries over movies? Depends on the movie, if it’s enough, both cry. Hooker Green is more likely to cry, though. 19. Who starts the snowball fight? Wenge! He’s a silly dude. 20. Who is friendlier with neighbours? Hooker Green. Wenge is still a little anxious sometimes. 21. Who is more jealous? Also Wenge. He’s a bit nervous of the possibility of Hooker Green leaving him sometimes. 22. Where did they had sex first? Hooker Green’s house. When was the first night they met. 23. Who worries more about wedding plans? Wenge. Hooker Green is positive things would go fine, as long as they had each other. 24. Who would decorate the house? Mostly Wenge. It’s a beautiful forest-y kind of feel when they’re done.

25. Who cooks? Wenge probably. Hooker Green helps, though!

26. Who is more organized? Wenge out of habit. Can’t do what his job was without being organized.

27. Who initiates things in the bedroom? Hooker Green. Wenge was always asked if he would come over so they could go for it.

28. How often do they had sex? *shrugs* Like???? At least 2-3 times a month????????? I Don’t Know.

39. What’s the craziest place they had sex? In the living room. *shrugs* they’re not public-sex type of people.

30. Favourite non sexual activity? Hooker Green’s would be if they laid together an got high, just talking about whatever. Or going out to movies.

31. Who kills spider and all the bugs? Wenge. Hooker Green doesn’t like killing things.

32. Who drinks more? Eh, neither really? Wenge thought about drinking away the problem, but never went through with it.

33. Who steals blanket in the middle of the night? Wenge probably. He Needs to be warm.

34. Who is more romantic? Probably would be Hooker Green but mainly just bc sometimes out of no where he’d bring home flowers for Wenge bc they made him think of him.

35. Who falls asleep first? Hooker Green tbh. Sleepy boy.

36. Who wakes up first? Also Hooker Green. Early to bed, early to rise. He likes watching the sunrise.

37. Who takes care of chores around the house and waters the plants? Hooker Green! He’s really good with plants.

38. Who reads bedtime stories to the kids? They take turns, but Wenge does it more often

39. Who experiments more? In general normal life: Hooker Green Sexually: Wenge By Far.

40. Who is louder? Normal life: Wenge but not by much Sexually: Hooker Green. By no means a ‘screamer’ but he’s vocal and makes his opinions heard by Wenge

41. Who is more of a risktaker? Wenge I guess. Hooker Green would rather stay in a pattern while Wenge is open to the schedule changing. Sometimes. Not really after the Incident.

42. Who is more patient? They’re both patient. But I guess Hooker Green because Wenge gets twitchy and nervous after waiting long enough for something, especially after the Thing.

43. Do they have some kind of rituals? Morning rituals. Hooker Green makes some warm morning drink, it might be coffee. But with a lot of creamer and sugar and a splash of milk. He hates it black. He takes it to the porch in the spring and fall with a jacket or blanket and wakes up with it. Wenge gets up when his body lets him, goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and watches morning cartoons with CC or some other show if she’s not awake yet.

44. Who makes all the travel plans, books the tickets and packs the suitcase? Wenge, but mainly because Hooker Green doesn’t like traveling much at all.

45. Where do they go on honeymoon? God I can’t imagine them Going Anywhere. Maybe?? A town or 2 over? Where they’d just get away from stuff for a bit.

46. Who likes to take pictures more? Hooker Green. Most all of ‘em go up on his IG when they come home.

47. When they are going together somewhere, who is driving? Hooker Green, steadier hands.

48. What kind of presents do they buy? Simple stuff. Or food related little gifts. Lil snacks n stuff.

49. First thing they noticed about boyfriend/girlfriend? Their Colors(tm) but also Wenge noticed Hooker Green’s hairstyle and Hooker Green noticed his like, his face in general, but specifically his eyes. They set him easy.

50. Do they lie in the relationship? Nope, first thing they made clear was to not lie, especially if they were uncomfortable.

51. Do their boyfriend/girlfriend turn around after other people on the street? If so, how do they react? Eh? Not really considering they aren’t really dating tbh. An even then it’s usually men they turn at and they actually discuss if he was cute from their glance at him lmao

52. Would they forgive an adultery? No, probably not, depends on the situation.

53. Would they confess an adultery? Noo?? But neither have been married so?????

54. Have they ever fantasized about someone else during sex? Who? Yes, I’m sure they have, but they’re also Not An Actual Couple sooooo? HG was a ‘crush’ he had at the time and Wenge doesn’t really fantasize about anyone else, he keeps his mind occupied on pleasing whom he’s with at the moment.

55. Do they take showers together? Sometimes, yes.

56. Who is their inspiration for love? Not TV Stars. Wenge’s parents are his inspiration. HG’s are probably his own parents lmao

57. Perfect date? Later at night, walk around town holding hands, maybe get something to eat (tbh like pizza or Mcdonalds or smth lmao), and come home and lay together and talk and fall asleep together.

58. How they spend anniversaries? More or less doing that lmao. Less walks around town at night but still def the pizza thing and laying and talking together. They watch movies on their ‘anniversary’

59. Favourite date? Maybe their ‘first’ one. It was just?? Weird and special and nice tbh?? They kissed a lot and tbh planned to have sex but never got around to it lmao. They ended up getting sleepy before they could and just fell asleep together on HG’s bed.

60. In what moment did they realized that they love each other? When they woke up the next morning from that first date and saw the light gently slanting over them from in-between the slats of the blinds and thinking ‘i wouldn’t mind waking up next to this everyday for the rest of my life’

#DID IT #i did the relationship ones too bc u said 'do them all' and i didnt know if u meant #just all of the first part of All All #so i did All All to be safe #Hooker Green #Wenge

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