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damoselcastel · 2 years

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I posted 818 times in 2022

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#even though he's awful in b rank this is the drama i wanna explore between them

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Hey guys, I’m making a Let’s Play for Triangle Strategy! It’s mostly just my own silly commentary and reactions to a blind playthrough, but if you’re interested I’ll have daily updates so please check out my (very new) Youtube channel.

Episode 1 - the very, very start

8 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

I haven’t really said much on the upcoming FE title, other than Colgate Pepsi Lord being uggo, and that’s mostly because of my... unresolved problems with Fire Emblem Heroes. Or rather, that entire “hero summoning” as a concept.

I suppose sometimes in a game, it’s a fun concept to have like... a cameo summon. Twilight Princess’ Wolf Link in Breath of the Wild is a fun easter egg, and as optional dlc, probably non-canonical as far as story goes. It’s something that doesn’t bother me, maybe because I’m having fun with the game enough to shrug weirdness, like wearing Majora’s Mask as a mask, off.

But a game like FEH, where it’s built AROUND the concept of FE series cameos... I really can’t excuse it’s pathetic excuse for stories, while I stare at the pile of familiar characters I care WAY MORE ABOUT than the OCs constantly whumped in plot for little effect. I honestly dislike most FEH OCs, because there’s a lot about both their context and execution that bothers me... and the direction the games writing has good (book 2 was the worst nosedive, but the entire structure is mmwheeh)

So, my thoughts in rant form (brought on by FEH’s book 7 trailer):

I don’t feel attached to Zenith, because I feel like the character could care less about it or its problems with the way the traipse off ALL THE TIME. It’s likely I’ll be just as cranky about a group of silver spoon kiddos summoning great heroes to serve their beck and whim... with at most a “you mean so much to me Marth-sama uwu” being stated. Engage’s tone looks all light and fluffy, and maaaaaaaaan, it’ll all bounce off my salty self. I just hope I’m not bored by it, like I was in the end with Awakening.

10 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

Much belated happy @nagamas, hardkourparcore!

Apologies for this pinch hit being so very late, but hope this “Secrets” CasLin is too your liking (I tried to channel both their respective energies)

12 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

Red Courage - a FE3H Claude/Edelgard fanfic Game: Fire Emblem Fates Rating: Teen Character(s): Claude von Reigan, Edelgard von Hersvelg, Dimitri (background) Tag(s): no TWSitD AU, politics, marriage, patriarchy Warning(s): force feeding, involuntary physical restraint, implied age gap/child bride Word Count: 4,252 Summary: Claude learned of love from his mother, although it doesn't move him until he meets Edelgard. She changes everything. (Claude/Edelgard, no TWSitD AU)

Sorry for being a day late, but merry @nagamas to S3rain on twitter. I chose your Claude/Edelgard prompt and put my own little AU twist on it. Hope you enjoy!

13 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dame’s thoughts on FE3H Rufus

FE16, aka FE Three Houses, spoilers below

So... over the years since FE3H came out, I’d developed certain headcanons for some off-screen NPCs. Y’know the ones, mentioned by characters, but didn’t get a name let alone a model/portrait. The most conspicuous one might’ve been Dimitri’s Uncle- Regent Rufus.

In the main game he gets mentioned only a handful of times: by Dimitri for existing, by Felix to be criticized for not handling the rampant Bandit situation post-Tragedy, by the plot for kicking off Azure Moon’s civil war events within Faerghus.

So I’d started thinking “what type of prince is this man?” and went with the idea of ‘party prince’: the sort of secondary heir who grew up with few responsibilities and instead just lives the high life on the country’s dime. I figured, this could be a big reason why as a Regent, Rufus would be inept, cause he plain ignored duties thus has no experience ruling. Along this line of thought, I figured even if Rufus wasn’t actively malicious that he did neglect his freshly orphaned nephew (as its canon post Tragedy both Dimitri and Dedue felt isolated within Fhirdiad’s castle).

So I guess, I built up this picture of an uncle who mostly wanted to have a good time and wasn’t very good at the serious stuff in life, one that Dimitri could have a shallow relationship with that was neutral-borderline-negative. Dimitri himself never seems to express anger towards Rufus, and counts him as family in all ending routes with the possibility of counting on his uncle to keep the Blaiddyd line alive in Crimson Flower. I LIVED FOR the drama of Dimitri being falsely set up for the crime of uncle-murder, and all the gross feelings that must’ve accompanied that.

It was kinda fun speculating on a complicated family relationship that was dysfunctional without being outright villainous-- But now I play through FE Warriors 3H, and seems all my headcanons are to be smashed to pieces, lol. More thoughts to come about that on a later reblog.

19 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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the landlord - myg | m

↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP

↳ warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesn’t make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating

↳ a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes. did i love it? also yes. this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol. anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord! pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu

The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside. Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.

Nothing helps. You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.

It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi.

You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.

Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.

But you never did. He always remained cool and expressionless and it was hard to get a read on the man, let alone see if he’s interested.

Your fingers slide across the keys, nibbling at your lip as you decide what to say.

[to: yoongi] hi! sorry to bother you but my ac appears to have died and im afraid ill be next at the rate of his heat wave 😩 no rush but id appreciate help!

Perfect. Simple, slightly cutesy. Emoji to express how chill you are.

Your phone vibrates almost instantly and a smile curves on your face.

[to: me] oh no, we can’t have that. haunted apartments are hard to rent out 😉 im out until late tonight but i can stop by first thing in the morning if that’s cool?

A flirty line? Is this… working?

[to: yoongi] tomorrow is great! and don’t worry, if i die i won’t haunt this apartment, i’ll haunt yours 😌

[to: me] see you tomorrow, poltergeist 👻

You’re leaping through the air at the idea of the hot landlord semi-flirting with you over text when you notice your apartment. It’s disgusting. Your face burns red and you instantly work on the space before Yoongi comes over. He can't see you like this.

Sleep is out of the question. After your ravage cleaning and polishing and organizing, you’ve worked up more than a sweat. A cold shower helps for a moment but you end up lying in bed feeling slightly wet and very, very hot. The humidity is draining.

You change into an outfit of a crop top and g-string panties. You aim the 3 fans in your room to point around your bed for direct wind contact. It helps, somewhat.

Sleep finally comes as dawn breaks. It’s cooled off enough that the ambient air around you is finally tolerable. Exhaustion overwhelms you, and you pass out, hard. Finally.

You’re broken from your exquisite dream of being nailed by your landlord when a loud knock wakes you up. It’s disorienting. You’re so tired you’re not even sure where you are at the moment, let alone who is at the door. The knock sounds again and you scurry to turn off the loud fans and book it to the door.

The door swings open and reveals your landlord, Yoongi.

“Oh, hi!” You’re excited to see him, for reasons beyond fixing your air conditioning.

Yoongi steps in and looks like he’s about to speak but opens his mouth and remains silent. His cheeks tingle a light shade of pink and he’s staring at your body. Did you drool all over yourself all night or something? What was he staring—

Oh god.

You glance down at your body. The crop top you hastily changed into in the middle of the night hits you a little lower than where your breasts end. The G string is non-existent. It covers almost nothing, which is why you opted for it last night in your desire to get cooled off.

You take a step back from the sexy landlord still gaping at you and shyly cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, I—it was hot,” you mutter. “I’ll go change.”

Yoongi licks his lips, then snaps his eyes up to you and finds his voice. “It’s fine. It’s your home,” he swallows. “It’s hot in here, so stay comfortable. Don’t want to overheat you.”

His eyes stare down yours intensely. It feels like your veins sizzle, and it’s not related to the scorching temperature of your studio apartment.

He breaks the contact first and heads towards the panel in the wall where the inner workings of the air conditioner hide.

You wait in your kitchen, enjoying the natural shadow and shade from no windows and a spot to hide from Yoongi.

What if he thought badly about you? What if he doesn’t find you attractive and thinks of this as a ploy to get him to lower your rent or something? How could you recover from this? Would it ever go back to being the same?

You’re anxiously tapping your fingers on the kitchen countertop, listening intently as the landlord fiddles with pipes and belts and mutters under his breath every so often. Eventually, you hear a soft ‘aha’ and your air con kicks right on. You think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Instantly you feel the machine push out air. It’s lukewarm now from disuse, but soon it will be frigid cold. You stand in front of the breeze and bask, arms open to let the wind blow through you.

Yoongi clears his throat, and it startles you, making you realize you’re standing in your house nearly naked, ass cheeks out on display, under-boob surely peeking out to say hi. Your face burns and it makes him chuckle as you jump and attempt to cover yourself somehow.

“How long was I standing there?” You ask quietly.

Yoongi can’t wipe the amused smirk on his face. “A few minutes,” he shrugs. “Glad it’s working now for you.”

The air rapidly cools as the machine continuously pumps out colder and colder air.

“Thank god. I owe you,” you sigh.

“Nah, that’s what rent pays for,” he smiles.

He makes his move to leave you alone, and you recognize this is it. This is your chance. You can ask him to fuck the shit out of you now. If he declines, well, the first of the month would start being more awkward. But if he accepts… it’s too blissful to imagine.

You grab at his arm as he walks past you. He stops in his tracks, and his eyes travel to where your hands meet his skin.

“I’m serious,” you attempt to sound as confident as you can. “I owe you.”

He arches a brow at you and turns completely to face you. Your hands hover at the hem of your tiny shirt, lifting a sliver to give him a glance of the bottom of a rounded globe.

“Let me repay you somehow?” you ask.

A smirk lifts at one side of his lips. “You think that will cover the cost?”

Your cheeks heat and you pull the shirt up higher, determined to get him in your bed or die trying.

“I’m hoping.”

Yoongi’s eyes zero in on your tits. Rounded and full, nipples prickling in the fresh and rapidly cooling air. He contemplates for a moment as he lets his eyes get their nice, long drink of you.

“Yeah, now that I think of it, that should be exact change.” He drops his bag of tools and approaches you quickly, hands cupping your head as he kisses you intensely.

He kisses you with all the fire of the heatwave outside, melting you from the inside out. You’re sure to be sweaty and clammy after you’re finished with him. He swipes his tongue over your lips, and there’s no hesitation to let him in. Your hands grip at his sides, pulling his shirt up as much as you can while trying to focus on making out with the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

He chuckles against your lips at your weak attempt to disrobe him and he reluctantly pulls a step away from you to take the shirt off. He stands there and allows you a quick look before he’s back on to you. His skin presses against your chilled nipples and the fire and ice sensation makes you shiver.

Yoongi kisses you passionately, you notice. Like a lover. It’s laced with deeper intention and you hope you’re not overthinking it. You will your brain to just shut up and enjoy. Emotions can come later.

Now, you’re the one to remove your lips from his and he pouts slightly at the loss. You smile and slide down to your knees, hands undoing the button of his tight jeans and tugging them down.

“Shit, babe, I think you may be overpaying me,” he admits. “Wasn’t that hard to fix.”

As a finger pulls down the front of his boxers to let his cock spring free, you flick a smirk up to his face.

“Then consider this my repayment for being late on rent all those months,” you state before shifting your gaze back to his hardened cock. It’s gathered pre-cum at the head and you wonder if he’s been hard and wanting since he got here and first saw you. The thought is intoxicating and spurs you on.

Your tongue licks up the slick at the tip that threatens to drip off, before it swirls around the bulbous head. Yoongi isn’t afraid to be loud, it seems. You supposed you wouldn’t be afraid if you owned the building too. Who will complain? And to who?

“Hoooooly fuck,” he gasps. “Sh—shit I might let you pay rent like this for the rest of your lease.”

You pop your mouth off and lick your lips, allowing your hand to grip his shaft and begin stroking him.

“I don’t want to pay rent this way. How about we consider it a perk?” You smile, pressing forward to kiss his tip teasingly.

“God, a girl who doesn’t want to fuck me just to take advantage of me? And she’s hot as fuck and wants to blow me for fun?” he quirks his head. “Shit, be careful or I’ll end up falling in love.”

It makes your head spin a little and you suckle at the tip a little longer, making him keen, before you pull away again.

“Maybe that was the plan all along,” you simper, then take him in fully, letting his tip glide down your mouth to the back of your throat. He groans loudly, and it’s the most satisfying sound. It makes you want to do this more. Every day if you could.

You get to work, sucking him in, allowing him passage to your throat, vacuuming your cheeks to add additional pressure, gliding your hands up and down the slick shaft to assist you in touching every single bit. Yoongi is thriving. He can’t believe his luck. The hottest girl in the complex, the girl he’s secretly pined over, is sucking his cock as if her life depends on it.

You’re salivating at the act now, saliva spilling out your mouth as you continue to envelop his cock quickly. You slip it out of your mouth to lean down and lick and suck at his balls, which makes him hum in absolute pleasure. You don’t remain long—his cock is nearly pulsating with desire. Your mouth returns to its rightful place and as you’re licking and sucking and pumping and stroking him, you maintain even and sensual eye contact with him.

You want him to know this isn’t a chore, a means to an end. You want him to know you’ve dreamt of him fucking your throat raw every night since you moved in.

Yoongi got the picture pretty quickly. His mouth drops open as he openly gapes at your work, giving him probably the best and hottest blowjob of his life.

Your tongue swirls at the ridge of his head and Yoongi feels it snap—the tightness that holds everything back. He fucks desperately into your throat, relishing in the feel of your gagging and moaning. It didn’t take long until he was seeing it through to the end, pumping hot white ropes down your throat while he moaned out your name with a string of expletives.

The immoral pop noise your mouth made as you pull off his cock makes the blue-haired landlord standing above you moan.

“Fucking hell—where the fuck have you been all my life?” he sighs as he cups his hand under your chin. He beckons you back up, desperate to kiss you. You oblige and return to standing, pressing against his body to pull him in to a dirty kiss.

“Upstairs, apparently,” you murmur.

He swipes his tongue on yours, tastes himself there, and decides he wants to taste himself on you all the time. His hands slide down to your ass, the g string still curving down the line. He snaps at the straps as you kiss, making you puff a laugh against his lips before pulling away.

“I’d be willing to fix your leaky faucet in the bathroom if you let me eat you out,” he offers.

You’re tugging him towards your bed, knocking over multiple fans in the process, and flopping onto the mattress, landing on your back.

“Throw in fixing the squeaky wheel on my closet, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” you joke, spreading your legs to give him the tiniest clue of what lays between.

He sighs dramatically with a smile, “Needy tenant,” before he slips down to hover over you. He intends to kiss and lick every part of your body, starting with the tits that hypnotized him.

“Can’t believe you opened the door like that,” he chuckled as he plucked a nipple between his fingers and lightly rolled it. “I thought I was dreaming.”

The feeling is instant, electricity sparking at the tips of your nipples and warming its way around your body, directly to your cunt. You’re absolutely certain that by the time Min Yoongi reaches his mouth to your core, he’ll drown in it.

He moves forward and wraps his lips around the bud, allowing his hands to travel to the neglected one and to squeeze and pinch and prod. He’s rewarded with your beautiful sighs and gasps—it’s sweeter than any song he’s ever heard.

He presses your tits together and rubs his face in the cleavage there, making you gasp and laugh at the same time. He gazes up at you and flashes his gummy smile.

“I’ve really wanted to do that,” he admits, which makes you giggle again.

“Be my guest,” you approve. He takes your reply and does it again for just a moment, before he’s kissing and sucking at the flesh of your breasts. He wants to mark you, leave a piece of him for you to remember every time you see yourself. You moan in appreciation and rub your thighs together, desperate at the ache that grows with every nip and nibble of Yoongi’s lips and teeth.

He seems to understand and trails down, kissing and sucking at your long torso, abdomen, hips. He leaves little bruises everywhere and you want them to last forever. You want him to mark you and claim you as his own.

His fingers slip around the thin straps of your underwear, and he tugs them right off. He’s unable to stop the loud moan when he notices the slick that strings between them and your folds. You’re drenched, and he marveled at how excited you were about him.

“Fuck, babe—” he sighs as he lowers his chest down to lie in front of your spread thighs. Your center is weeping, slicked with your arousal and he can tell you’re desperate for friction, for anything. “Look at this perfect fucking pussy.”

You whimper as you can feel his breath so close to where you need him.

“Yoongi, please,” you whine. “I’m so fucking horny.”

“I can tell,” he hums. “Keep moaning my name like that and I’ll make sure you’re always horny and ready for me.”

He lowers his lips, hovering millimeters from your slit. He holds it there as he watches your anguished face nearly burst at how close and yet how far he is, before he obliges you and presses into you.

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue on your clit. He maintains a soft up and down motion on the nub and you’re already seeing stars. He steadily increases the pressure and the speed, then spices it up by swirling his tongue around in different shapes, spelling out his name on your cunt with his tongue to remind you just who got you this fucking soaked.

Your legs falter and quiver as he slips his tongue deeper inside you, licking into your hole and nearly drinking you up. He pulls back and devotes his attention to your clit and your moans turn from soft gasps and pleas to loud whines as he slips his fingers into your cunt and slowly fucks you, spreading you out. He’s not small by any means, he feels he can get you ready to go.

“I want you to cum for me on my tongue,” he states, matter-of-factly. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

You nod, plucking at your own nipples with one hand as the other seeks purchase in his hair.

“Can you do that for me, babe? Can you cum for me and get my hand nice and drenched? I want to lick it off my fingers.”

His fingers get frantic and he splits his time between suckling and laving at your clit and encouraging you with illicit requests and praises.

Yoongi continues, never letting up or even giving an inkling of a hint he’s tiring. His hand works like a machine and he slips yet another finger inside your heat, making you arch off the bed. He licks at your clit with just the right pressure, and he picks up the speed and it sends you tumbling towards your orgasm. You feel the breath leave your lungs as it hits you, core and channel muscles squeezing him tight and legs shaking around his body. Your moans echo off the small apartment walls, only drowned out by the sound of the fresh air-con still running.

“Oh, my god Yoongi—” you pant. “I’ve never cum so hard from oral in my life.”

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you come back down from your high and chuckles at your words. True to his promise, he lets the slick glisten on his finger and marvels at it, before he’s popping the fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so fucking good,” he compliments, and it makes your chest tighten and tips of your ears turn red. “Fuck, I could eat you every fucking day.”

You smirk, still sensitive but feeling the desperate ache inside you needy for him and his thick cock. Your legs spread open as he lays between them and you’re wiggling your hips to get his attention.

“I’m sure we could arrange something in my lease for that,” you tease. “I could suck your cock hourly, honestly.”

He groans as he sits up between your legs, cock resting heavily on top of your mound. It’s so close, so close to where you need it to be. You appreciate the thick member as it rests and as Yoongi catches his breath. It’s thick and long, on top of your mound the tip reaches to the tiny swell of your stomach. You know you will not be able to walk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“You’re telling me I could have been going down on you and been getting my dick sucked by the hottest girl on the planet this whole time and all I’ve done is give you shit about rent?”

You stifle a laugh and spread your legs open wider. “Looks like it. We better make up for all that lost time, don’t you think?”

His cock is rigid, almost stone, and he agrees heartily.

“Fuck yeah, we should. I’ve been dreaming about being inside you.”

He sounds so dirty, looks so sinful—it’s all so much and you’re almost begging for him to take you.

He reaches down to the pants on the floor that dropped and shimmies a condom out of his wallet. You send him a look that he silences with a roll of his eyes.

“Every dude has one, chill,” he mumbles. “I haven’t gotten laid in like a year and a half.” He pales as he realizes what he just said. “Not that it matters. Or that I care. Or that you care—christ can we fuck now please?” He asks as he rolls the rubber onto his stiff cock.

You’re laughing a bit, not at him but with him, and you lean up on your elbows to kiss his lips. “If it makes it better, I haven’t gotten laid in 3 years so I’m the loser by comparison,” you assure.

He wants to ask you how the fuck you haven’t gotten laid in that long because you’re the hottest god damn person he thinks he’s ever seen, but he realizes he doesn’t care and that it works out in his favor because Yoongi doesn’t like competition.

“Looks like the landlord needs to fix yet another problem of yours,” he winks as he lines himself up. You lean back onto the pillows and sigh as you feel the touch of his head right at the opening of your slit.

In one slow motion, he slides himself to the hilt. It’s tight, so fucking tight even after one orgasm, and Yoongi nearly hollers at the feel. He’s sure his eyes are rolling back in his head. It’s warm and tight and wet and even through a condom he’s in absolute bliss. He’s hoping one day he can try it without—fuck you raw and stuff you full of his cum.

He’s still inside you, and after a moment to breathe and adjust to the thick girth of him, you’re whining. “Yoongi, fuck me, I need you so fucking bad.”

A feral groan leaves his lips, and he’s off, beginning a pace that has him hoarse from moaning in no time. He’s never felt so good inside a cunt before, never understood how some men could do crazy shit for ‘magic pussy’, but now he gets it—he realizes he’d probably do some dumb things for a chance to be inside you again.

“Oh, yeah—” you whine. “S-shit, you’re so fucking big, Yoongi. Fuck me nice and deep.”

“Mmm, yeah? You want me to bruise your cervix? Want me to make this cunt remember my fucking cock?” He thrusts harder, pushing into you with diligent speed and intensity. “Gonna make sure you can never cum from another cock again, only mine.”

You’re losing your breath with how hard he’s fucking into you, both your moans and pants coming out in quick little bursts between his thrusts.

“Y-y-yes! Yo-o-ongi! Right there!” He hits a spot that feels so good, and you feel the pull towards orgasm tighten.

“God—you feel so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with a thrust. “Need to feed your tiny pussy my dick every day, hm? Needy little cunt needs my thick cock.”

Tears form in your eyes. The depths he reaches inside you nearly scrambles your brains—you forget everything that isn’t Yoongi and his perfect thickness spearing inside you.

“Yoongi! Gonna c-cum!”

He goes harder, becomes rabid for your second orgasm and wants to feel the way you squeezed his fingers on his cock, knowing the channel will feel even impossibly tighter.

“That’s right, good girl,” he praises while he maintains a punishing pace. “Let me see you cum on this cock, baby, wanna see that pretty little pussy all creamy for me.”

His thumb rubs at your clit, moving it in circular motions, and diverts his eyesight between watching your full tits bounce and your lips open and close in pure bliss. You’re the definition of fucked out and Yoongi feels a surge of testosterone at the sight—knowing he was responsible.

“O-oh! Th-there!” You’re frantic and he can tell you’re right on the edge. He goes even faster, deeper and harder, and it’s the final straw. You’re catapulted off the edge and thrown headfirst into your orgasm. As he suspected, your perfect cunt pulsates around him like a fist and he’s groaning and stuttering as it triggers his own release.

It takes a few moments for both of you to come down, before he pulls his softening cock from within you and disposes of the condom. You’re breathing hard, and he’s smiling at the sheen of sweat on your body.

“Good thing I got that AC fixed today, hm?” He asks as he leans over to kiss at your lips.

You grin and pull him down to lay next to you, snuggling into his body. He holds onto you and kisses your head. He feels a level of contentment he’s never felt before.

You break the silence. “Now, as the landlord’s girlfriend, do I get any special perks? Like you’ll throw the utilities into my rent? Free cable?”

He chuckles against your forehead. “Not a fucking chance, babe.”

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mirahuyooo · 4 years

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Set The Night Alight | pjm

Set The Night Alight

— Shining through the city with a little funk and soul, Park Jimin sets your night alight.

Word Count: 2,159 Contents: flUFF, a pinch of AnGST, having fun, y/n be stressin’ but still hustlin’, jimin be sweet af uwu, mention of Hobi, Yoongs, n Kookie, non-idol au, best friends to lovers! au Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

A/N: I planned on posting earlier but uhm... I didn’t eheh This one is heavily inspired by Dynamite! My sister got a great screenshot of Jimin so I made used it for an edit and write this little blurb skskksksks Hope you enjoyed!

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A grimace resurfaced on your face for the umpteenth time as you swerve away from yet another couple eating each other’s face before your very eyes. A frustrated huff left your lips at the inconvenience adding to the ever-growing misfortune you’ve had for the night. Just to your left earlier you had witnessed a crummy-looking drunk getting slapped by a woman for grinding on another girl.

You fled to a less distasteful area of the club, all by your lonesome. This has got to be the worst night out you’ve ever been to—and at the worst day of your life to date, too!

After waking up with nerves raging over test results in anticipation, you forced yourself to be ignorant of the looming sense of disaster you’ve felt since the night before. You wanted to start the day with a positive mental attitude—try to, at the very least. However, you were further tested.

When you arrived late to class after missing the bus, the professor looked at you with a disappointed stare that could rival that of your overbearing parents’. It was then announced to the class the news that you’ve been waiting for since you woke up. As it had turned out, you did fail the test. You didn’t cry, of course—even though part of you wanted to—but it definitely took a toll on you.

For the rest of the day, anyone who would’ve laid eyes on you could sense the despair lingering in your aura. Your body sagged at the figurative weight you carried on you, as though you were Atlas holding the world on your very back. Your (e/c) eyes blinked as slowly as you responded to the world around you—your mind stuck in a haze that dipped your heart into more emotional baggage.

Work came after class, as you, of course, had to support yourself for the goals and dreams you had in life. Alas, even the haven you found in the small diner was short-lived. Your ex-boyfriend enters the premises with his monthly new plaything, effectively souring your mood even more. Being the bastard that he is, he reveled at the contrast of your lives and though you didn’t bother to care about aspects, his general presence still irked you.

“I thought I told you to get rid of that frown, hm?”

Pulled out of your stupor, you lightly jumped with a gasp as you were rendered startled and alarmed by the unannounced presence, until you realized that it was only Park Jimin—resident wild child, fellow diner worker, and best friend of six years. He had the audacity to giggle at your despair, while you recover from the slight scare with a hint of relief.

Your eyebrows furrowed with yet another frown. "I thought I told not to sneak up on me like that, hm?" You snippily countered, landing a smack on his arm to which he let out a yelp at.

Still, Jimin grins brightly, a little woozy and clearly enjoying himself—a stark contrast to your still sober and still fuming state. He had two glasses of soju with him, setting them down before the two of you and leaning against the tall table on his elbows. "Come on, (Y/N). The night is young. We're young," he urges you, "You should really learn to loosen up."

If you had a dollar for every single time he's told you this phrase, you would have enough money to not be such a sour puss. It's not like you didn't have conception of fun. You, too, can be wild, go party, and dance the night away—albeit not as stunningly as your best friend—but with the fire in you that you're desperately trying to keep alive to spite the world, you found it difficult to easily do so.

Agitated, you ran your hands through the (h/c) hair that you've barely even brushed throughout the day. "A man almost vomited on me while I was out there," you cursed, not really at him, but it still stung nonetheless. You bring the bottle to your lips, wincing a bit at the taste but still gulping. Jimin does the same.

After a moment, you break the silence, fiddling with your fingers. You knew the irritable state you were in wasn’t easy on Jimin—or anyone else really. "I'm sorry, Chim," you sigh, "but you know I really can't be in the mood right now. We should’ve stuck with binging night."

Something about standing in the local pub right now made you feel out of place. Though you know you shouldn't be, you were irking to get going and do something else—something productive. Not that you would’ve been that productive with binging night, but at the very least you would’ve caught up on your current favorite series. Then, you would’ve had more time to do actual fruitful activities.

You paused for a moment, frowning at your own way of thinking.

For the majority of your life, all you did was hustle. You were uptight, determined with proving yourself and the rest of those who've wronged you that you could be the thriving woman of your dreams, living the life goals you're working ends meat to achieve. The fire in you longed to see the people who abandoned you on their knees, kissing your feet at your success. And so, you move on after moping a little—this day will be yet another testament to such a fighting spirit.

At times you applauded your resilience. You were proud of the things you've managed to move yourself on from. Alas, this meant that you often starve yourself of care and leisure. Jimin knows this brilliant yet damning mindset of yours and constantly tries to ease you into the carefree lands of self-love.

When Jimin had offered you this night out after your shifts, you instantly rejected the offer, like you almost always do. He didn't like the way you held back on having fun, because you thought your mother would find out and her accusations of you going astray in life would spark into yet another rant of you wAsTinG yoUr PotEntiAL.

He does convince you somehow, thus this current situation. You were, however, beginning to regret going out instead of your tradition of breaking down in the confines of your apartment before switching yourself into an auto pilot mode where you work on projects and whatnot for God knows how long.

Your best friend, however, would never want you to feel such a way, especially if he could do something about it. He clapped his hands together. "Come on then," Jimin encourages, catching you off guard as he secured a hold on you by lacing your fingers together.

"What?"

The man before you downs a few swigs of the alcohol and smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents. "Let's go somewhere else," he tells you, matter-of-factly. "The night is young. There are lots of things to do."

You gawked at the sight before you as Jimin danced to the beat, his body moving effortlessly with the street dancer. Instinctively, you, yourself, were swaying to the beat. The crowd that had gathered around you had done the same.

Exiting the club, as it turned out, had been a notable move from the both of you, drastically mending your mood as your night was suddenly set alight by the bustling streets you wandered with your favorite person in the world. This predicament, however, landed before the two of you when you saw a performance going on. Jimin knew the performer—Hoseok, if you recalled correctly—and, in spite of not preparing beforehand, began dancing along to the music. He was doing brilliantly for someone who, about thirty minutes ago, was giggly from slight intoxication.

As the beat came to a drop and Jimin flips his body like it was nothing, cheers erupted from around you. Vigorously clapping along with the crowd, you couldn't care less if your cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Great work!" You beam at your best friend as he shyly walks back towards you with yet another charming grin that wills his eyes to close. "You've improved so much," you say, eliciting a blush from him. Both of you have aching cheeks now, but that didn't matter.

As the crowd began to disperse and he waved goodbye to his friend, Jimin offers an arm to you. “Let’s go?” he muses, still slightly out of breath.

“Go where?” you asked, but linking your arms together anyways.

Jimin says nothing, seemingly pleased with his plans. Butterflies ran amok within you, as his smile promises you more of these spontaneous adventures.

As the night bled into later hours, the both of you sat in the very diner that you two worked at only hours earlier. Jungkook, who had gotten night shift this day, disappeared into the kitchen after getting your orders.

Feeling better than ever before, you allowed yourself to savor the serenity. Your hands drummed to the beat of the music flowing from the jukebox resting on one corner of the diner with your head swaying along too. Jimin, in front of you, was also lightly dancing in his seat.

Eventually, Jimin stands up to his feet, dancing as he reached out a hand. He comically wiggled his brows, inviting you to dance with him—and you let him.

There were no other customers in the diner, and Yoongi, who had manned the cashier, didn’t really care to be bothered about the shenanigans the two of you were up to. You let out a giggle as Jimin twirls you around.

At this time, you took it to yourself to look at your best friend. As he often does, he had styled his brown hair back to expose his forehead, causing him to look attractive enough to fool anyone into thinking he's a reckless party animal when reality states that he's a soft gentleman at heart—and you support such a statement.

Park Jimin, with his massive golden heart, has stuck by your side far longer than anyone else in your life. In all of the years you’ve known him, he’s always been one to drop anything to help you with your plights. A sensation fluttered within you, rendering you frozen for a moment as you were confused by said feeling. Jimin, however, continues to goofily dance around you without a care in the world and elicits a snicker from you.

There was a whimsical sense in the air. Dynamite’s retro décor really had the ability to make you feel as though you had travelled back a few decades earlier. With Jimin’s own choice of outfit, the nostalgic effect multiplied tenfold. Could the butterflies in your belly be from the atmosphere of the moment?

“You look beautiful when you’re happy, y’know?”

Jimin’s words knock the air out of your lungs, sending you crashing back to reality. Before you, your best friend stood only a few inches away from your dancing dooming you into such a close position. Your heart once again picks up the pace.

You managed to let out a scoff but fail to counter his statement any further and simply shyly averted your gaze, leaning away to give the two of you some distance. To your shock, Jimin’s hands clutched yours in his hold, his eyes shining like diamonds as he stared into you.

“Chim—”

With the words you planned to say being stolen from you by the lips that captured yours, you couldn’t help but melt. As if on cue, the music’s beat picked up, encouraging your heartbeat to do the same. The emotions within you whirled wildly, setting your body on fire as Jimin pulls you closer. As you had felt his hold loosen, you took the chance to slide your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost into a kiss you never thought to anticipate so much.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air, with Jimin grinning like the love-struck fool he was, while you were still in a haze from the kiss. You felt lips on your forehead as he soon pulled you in an embrace.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart squealed at his voice, prompting you to hug him back tighter. “Hm?”

“I like you.”

With your head buried into his neck, your eyes fluttered to a close as his words bloom an ease in your heart—as if you had reached home after a long exhausting journey. There still existed a sense of surprise in you. You never expected to feel this way towards your best friend.

Jimin, in spite of his worries from your silence, proceeds to murmur into your hair. “I want you to be happy,” he tells you, “I’d be happy if you let me be the one to make you smile.”

You pull away with a soft smile, eyes glistening with tears.

“You already are.”

#bts au #bts #bts imagines #bts fluff scenarios #bts fluff #BTS jimin #bts jimin imagines #bts park jimin #park jimin #park jimin imagines #park jimin x reader #park jimin fluff

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dawniebb · 4 years

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CANON IS AN ILLUSION PT. 2

If it doesn’t spark joy, throw it away.- Marie Kondo

So now that @healing-winston-pratt and I have explained how we got rid of ¼ of Supernova, let me tell you that it doesn’t stop here because you don’t mess with the type As when something gets into their heads.

For background, you can use this post as a masterlist because we don’t have one yet: https://healing-winston-pratt.tumblr.com/post/624723862884696064/well-this-is-the-last-piece-of-our-marathon

This is our post-Supernova canon divergence :) which, btw, it’s the one we’ll use from now on to create our content (actually, @healing-winston-pratt already used it for her birthday drawings and I just stood there playing dumb pretending I didn’t have anything to do with it jssjjs). So, if you see that Callum and Winston are suddenly alive in our content or you find some of the things established in this list it’s because...yeah :)

Sooooo @novadreamer95438 and @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff you asked to be tagged if we uploaded more content about the canon divergence (Which we appreciate very much! thank you!) so here you go <3!

As mentioned before , Leroy starts living with his daughter Nova and Winston, in a house provided by the State (The Council hee hee).

Callum and Winston are (evidently) alive, but Genissa is dead.

Ace, Evander and Honey remain dead.

And this is where our canon continues uwu.

Leroy has to do community service for like...indefinite time :)

Winston, on the other hand, has two jobs. He works in an animal shelter, where he adopts a dog named Carnival bc wE CAN and also we want to quote this post :https://chiyuki-hiro.tumblr.com/post/621159663188180992/oh-no-a-head-canon by @chiyuki-hiro (AFGSHFVDGB THAT HEADCANON IS G R E A T WE LOVE YOU) because we had come to an agreement that Winston would have an art therapy group for children but this addition is honestly so freaking wholesome :’))))))) <3

Nova has a temporary resignation from patrolling and starts going to therapy, where she is diagnosed with PTSD.

Nova also helps with the establishment of a new system, modifies the recruitment system and that stuff.

She’s not in the Team Sketch full time. Sometimes she’s in the offices, and at night she works with Callum.

And just like Narcissa, she digs her own grave :)

Thing is: Nova suggested that every time a new recruit arrived, the Council had DNA samples taken from them so they could check if they had any crime attached to them.

Now, by the end of Supernova in the canon universe we elected to ignore it is mentioned that Maggie sees Leroy staring at her in the distance, in a very suspicious way. Now, we don’t know about y’all, but we interpreted this as Leroy noticing Maggie looks like young Nova XD. So, this does happen in our canon, when Leroy is already out of prison.

By this time, DNA samples from Maggie and Nova have already been taken and uploaded to the system; and let’s say that Leroy gets very...concerned about the lookalike and decides to tell Winston, who confirms Maggie looks a lot like Nova X’DDD and so, they reach out to the Council to ask them to pls compare Maggie’s samples to Nova’s. U know, like angry mothers at the principal’s office :)

And so they do it just because they have nothing to lose.

And when the results arrive, everyone’s like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r92hykpvZRw

SO MAYBE, TO DOUBLE-CHECK, they compare Maggie’s DNA to DNA found in the crime scene (from David and Tala or maybe baby Maggie herself) and the results are still the same :).

Then, Winston and Leroy have to tell Nova and she reacts in the worst way possible for reasons I’ll explain in a fic I’ll be uploading soon cause’ I wrote it MONTHS ago.

Maggie doesn’t react much better tbh :)

But after a while, since this is, like, the right thing to do, Maggie starts living with them , but changes her name to Margaret Artino until she feels part of the family and is comfortable living there.

Because at first, Nova and her don’t get along and Maggie claims she fucking hates this house even though she knows is better than living in the streets.

They basically have a very chaotic home during the adaptation period until the girls start tolerating each other :) and even then, they’re still very chaotic bc it’s Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie we’re talking about :) :) :)

Not long after Maggie starts living with her big sis, Simon and Hugh ask Nova to join a family vacation and bring Maggie w/her.

Maggie doesn’t want to go, so Leroy and Winston go to Nova all like “If your sister doesn’t go, then you’re not going either” and Nova fucking loses it so she ends up begging/forcing Maggie to go :)

They go to the beach in MATCHING OUTFITS bc Simon said so (LIKE IN THE WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE MOVIE) :) they take a lot of embarrassing pictures and Nova and Adrian are forced to go in the banana boat with Max and Maggie.

They fall and Nova and Adrian are acting as if they were in the Titanic while Max and Maggie are having the time of their lives lmao

BC NOVA ALSO NEEDS BONDING WITH THE IN-LAWS

At some point, too, Maggie adopts a stray cat whom she names Tofu, and he fucking hates Carnival even though Carnival is the cutest thing :’)

Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie celebrate birthdays every year bc they’re trying to compensate years of trauma.

And for that same reason (compensating years of trauma), Nova and Maggie take their sweet time to move out.

Actually, Adrian meticulously plans the date when he’s gonna propose to Nova, so he asks her to move with him exactly a year before that.

They live in an apartment for that whole year, he proposes and they start planning the wedding uwu.

Nova and Adrian have a non-religious ceremony, and since they’re fucking extra, Nova gets married in a black dress and Adrian in a white tuxedo bc miss Artino wanted a dress the same color as her soul :)

Leroy walks Nova down the aisle.

Ruby is Nova’s Maid of Honor and Oscar is Adrian’s Best Man.

Max and Maggie have the rings.

Tamaya’s youngest son is the flower child.

Which, talking about Tamaya, she fucking hates Leroy and Nova bc, honestly, we would hate them too. Leroy fucked up her face and Nova was part of the terrorist attack lmao

SO, YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW CHAOTIC THAT WEDDING WAS, bc they had to avoid leaving Tamaya and Leroy alone at all costs :)

She hugged Nova so violently when congratulating her, that she left a bruise in her shoulder :)

Basically she was there just because she loves Adrian even though she doesn’t approve his decision to marry Nova

Nova and Maggie maintain a close relationship even after Nova marries Adrian. Maggie and Max are included in every family vacation after the honeymoon ofc.

Nova and Maggie get matching tattoos uwu

Nova has the Big Dipper and Maggie has the Little Dipper.

As for the others. The ones who...are no longer there :’)

@healing-winston-pratt and I have this headcanon that Evander’s wife (we named her Sandra) was expecting a baby at the time of the battle. They had already chosen a first name (Arthur), so she used Evander as his middle name, as the baby didn’t get to meet his dad.

Arthur Evander Wade.

Winston finally gives Evander his DS back.

The Council, thanks to Nova’s suggestion once again, limited a specific area around Georgia’s spot and called it The Aisle of The Fallen.

Genissa, Honey and the victims of the attack to the Arena, the lift of the city and the battle of the Cathedral are there.

Evander, however, is resting in Georgia’s mausoleum, next to her, because we think that mausoleum was constructed in the first place so all the members of the Council could rest together once they left, meaning that they’ll all be there at some point in time. Unfortunately, Evander was the first one to join Georgia despite being the youngest.

Ace is not in the cemetery.

Nova left his helmet in the cathedral, but asked for his body to be cremated.

When she was a child, David used to tell her stories about how Ace seemed to be really happy back in Italy; how he had revolutionary ideas and wanted prodigies to be free; how he used to be a good brother that helped him survive.

So, a few months after Leroy was released from prison, she, Leroy, Winston, Hugh, Simon, Max and Adrian went to Italy with her, to spread Ace’s ashes so he could find peace in the only place he was ever sane and happy.

Ace Anarchy rests in his cathedral.

But what was left of Alec James Artino rests in Italy. (I have a fic about this too)

Yes we’re crying as we write this

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vanquishedvaliant · 4 years

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Done with CF route in FE3H and was wondering if Dimitri and Edelgard switched places in the plot that he wouldn’t get half the hate she does. Like I get people not liking or agreeing with all of Edelgard’s actions but a lot of the criticism she gets seems to be extremely sexist to me

Yep. It’s the usual virgin / whore vs UwU softboy dynamic. Same reason people condemned vriska and celebrated eridan, same reason this happens every god damn story a women has any agency beyond love interest. You’re absolutely right that everything would be different if they switched places. Dimitri starting the way would be called “Necessary” and “Justified” because his HEART BURNS FOR JUSTICE like a good shonen protagonist. His crimes would be forgiven and the sketchy things he’d need to do to achieve it overlooked in the name of revolution. And we can know this for sure because you don’t even need to switch their positions in the story. Dimitri is far from a upstanding guy already, he’s already a deeply flawed and broken man, and his own story is actually where he is the worst and most unlikable he ever is. But those people don’t care because they’ve already decided that he’s a Good Blonde Blue Eyed Boy that could do no wrong and have already guaranteed his redemption before they’ve ever seen him do wrong.

So when he spends his whole story spouting platitudes while also still being a strictly conservative monarchist determined to keep things the way they are, (This is a guy who’s ostensibly against racism, but keeps a personal *manservant* as his white savior boytoy, and doesn’t talk about returning their lands or making any reparations, just weaning back from total genocide.) they overlook that all of his friends abandon their own values to bend to his whims. They overlook that he killed innocents with his bare hands in a berserker rage. They overlook his crimes both personal and war scale. They’ve decided his story is about redemption, so what he’s redeemed from doesn’t matter. And they don’t care that despite his stated goals of STOPPING THE WAR and DEFENDING HIS LANDS, he doesn’t stop at that. He attacks and conquerse both other nations, including one that was set to be his ally, annihilates their armies, and seizes control of the entire continent to rule under his own hand. Edelgard is never given the same respect or considerations. None of the opportunities the game gives in every route to see her perspective or to humanize her- including Dimitri’s are ever considered by them. They have declared her a whore and a witch before the story even started and are unwilling to consider any alternative. These fans will deliberately write out parts of the story, declare anything that contradicts with their views non-canon, because they are so allergic to nuance and so set in their ways that the very thought of a woman having an ounce of moral fiber in her offends them so much they smear her name with the worst they can muster, and target and harass those that would not even defend her, but simply dare to enjoy her at all.

It’s the same old story every time.

#Anonymous #TFWI

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anacaoris · 5 years

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For all the talk about fanon!Percy,I find his characterization in particularly well written fics and some headcanons(including yours,lol) more interesting than canon(even PJO canon). He seems more nuanced and humanized,while still being a powerful demigod(while canon Percy's self-esteem issues go nowhere). Fanon!Luke,on the other hand,is often vastly inferior to his canon characterization. Either he gets defanged,dehumanizing, and both in worst case scenario(petty villain for Percabeth)

Ahsjdlfl thanks for liking my headcanons! I don't post that many about Percy but that's about to change soon.

See the thing is Riordan isn't good at going deeper into nuanced portrayals of his characters. But he did a good job in placing the seeds for fandom to later extrapolate from which is why we have so many analyses about Percy's character and motivations (and so many that conflict with each other but not necessarily with canon, which says a lot about how while Percy is still your typical white boy YA protag, he's got much more depth than others).

With canon the issue I'd say depends on which series you're reading: PJatO did a good job in showing Percy's mental state at the time, the growing pressure he felt, his expectations, and even though some things are left to be desired from the writing (some characters are still flat or received characterization too late, others got off-screen growth that leaves you wanting more, some storylines don't make sense when really thought out) it's still a really good example.

With Heroes of Olympus? I'd say Rick committed two big issues: he realized that Percy's perception of himself and how others see him don't exactly line up, and he delved too deeply into what fandom liked seeing... in fandom.

Now when it comes to fanon!Luke the issue is that he's being seen through the eyes of people who weirdly protect Annabeth like she's a real person and not a fictional character, combined with Rick doing a poor job in showing how neglectful and bad the gods can really be (tho the fact that they have clear favorites should say something). And those that defang him go through the route of "he's just a poor uwu baby who did nothing wrong". Both viewings of him are incorrect. Luke is neither this 25/8 manipulative character who was preying on Annabeth and spends his days plotting to murder innocents, but he's also not a poor misunderstood soul. He's a largely traumatized young man who spent his formative years watching tragedy after tragedy, and he also took the worst possible route in order to get back at the gods both of out of selfless and selfish reasons.

But like I said above the negative view of him in fandom largely ties back to a lot of the side characters and subplots in the books not getting the necessary depth they deserve AND fandom having a very black and white approach to villains. Luke primarily attacks Percabeth (and oof do we have to talk about this weird thing with making Percy and Annabeth a single unit), ofc by virtue of then being protagonists and him being a main antagonist. So of course he's Satan itself. Hera gets this treatment too combined with the whole thing about her being evil for not perfectly and happily accepting every one of her husband's and siblings' bastard children as if that isn't a spit in the face of her and her domain, haha we love portrayals of women as majorly mothers or lovers and villanizing those who are neither.

Does this also tie into the whole "white male villains are the devil" and the weird near fetishization with making Percy (and in occasions even Annabeth) non white? Yes.

#pjo #luke castellan #percy jackson #anonymous #og #people who largely abide by us centric standards consuming media NEED to shut the fuck up sometimes #because its usually them and it shows

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sunriseskog · 5 years

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That Don’t Sound Like You- Auston Matthews

Request: “Can you write an AM imagine based on that don’t sound like you by lee brice?”

Warnings: angst & cursing

A/N: i vote that we all just ignore the fact that the last time I posted was like 6 months ago uwu i also vote that we ignore the fact that this sucks

There is nothing about dialing a phone that makes it inherently difficult— it’s arguably one of the simplest, most mundane tasks one can complete. But sometimes those buttons become a little harder to push, each dial seems to require a little bit more force, a little bit more resolution behind the action so your fingers can be sure your brain knows what it’s getting itself into. This was one of those phone calls.

It had been almost 10 months since the last time you and Auston had spoken, and neither of you had anticipated ever speaking to one another again, at least not in this lifetime. But it was his birthday. It was also your birthday. Which was precisely what prompted the predicament you currently found yourself in. For as long as you could remember, you and Auston had celebrated your shared birthdays with each other. Through bedtimes and curfews, timezones and years, the two of you had never failed to be the first to wish each other a happy birthday, exactly as the clock struck 12. This time last year all you had had to do was roll over in your bed to be able to partake in the tradition. Today? Things couldn’t be more different.

There had been years when you had begged your mother to phone Ema, just to find out if Auston was home before you rode your bike all the way over to his house. There had been years when you had snuck your phone upstairs well-past your bedtime, just to fall asleep 10 minutes after he picked up the phone. Now every time you picked up your phone you wished you had never memorized his number in the first place. The irony of the situation was anything but lost on you.

For all you knew, Auston could be celebrating the occasion with someone far more qualified to comfort him tonight than you were. He could be high out of his mind or plastered beyond belief. He could be sleeping soundly or watching movies with his family. Or… or he could be thinking about you just as much as you were thinking about him. You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer.

Except, it didn’t seem you were given a choice. Your thumb felt have as you moved to connect the call, but before you had the chance, an all too familiar contact picture consumed your screen, disappearing before your brain had a chance to register that the vibration had even begun. Well, that answered one question at least. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he was thinking about you too.

You still had about 45 seconds until midnight, so there was the possibility that he merely hung up because he had called too early. But there was also a much more realistic possibility that he was overthinking this almost as much as you were, which meant the both of you were going to spend the next 45 seconds in absolute agony over who would have the balls to call first. You could always cut him a break, despite the fact that he had hung up almost immediately, he did still technically call first. You decided that being early just this one year wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and pushed the green button towards the bottom of your screen. You couldn’t help but think that this might be the last time the two of you shared this moment together.

Any semblance of confidence that you had possessed before placing the call was immediately eradicated the moment you heard the line connect. Nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming experience of hearing his voice again.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned, his voice rough and lower than you remembered. The weight behind his question, the hopeful but disbelieving lilt in his tone robbed you of any hope you had of forming a coherent response, your breath having been punched out of your chest as soon as you had heard his voice again. You heard his breath hitch through the receiver as soon as you moved to speak.

“…hey” you breathed lightly, barely loud enough for even your own ears to register.

A few deafeningly silent moments passed before you realized that he wasn’t going to respond any time soon.

“Umm,” you hesitated, unsure of where to lead the conversation, but already feeling desperate not to let it end. “Happy birthday, Auston,” you spoke quietly, moisture gathering around the edge of your mouth as you spoke, a thick sob settling quietly in the back of your throat. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice from wavering, despite the history and emotion weighing heavily on every word that you spoke. You could hear the air rush past the receiver as he inhaled quickly, and the hair on the back of your neck bristled in preparation of hearing his voice again.

“What did he do,” he demanded sharply, the aggression in his tone catching you entirely off guard.

“Excuse me?” You demanded with an offended quirk of your brow, not quite sure whether to take what he was saying personally or not.

“N-no,” he stuttered quickly, “That’s… that’s not what I meant. I just,” he huffed out an ironic laugh, and you could almost see the way you knew he was rolling his eyes at himself, his left hand perched on the brow of his nose in frustration. “This is not how I intended for this to go,” he lamented lamely, “I just meant that like…” he hesitated. Wherever this conversation was going, you could already tell it was going to be a minefield of trying not to offend one another while desperately avoiding anything that would remind the two of you of what had occurred all those months ago. You heard him sigh deeply as he prepared to explain himself.

“I just meant…” he trailed off again, and you were quickly becoming increasingly frustrated with how long it was taking this boy to spit out a single sentence.

“Spit it out, Auston,” you sighed, “You’re not going to offend me, and it’s not like we have a relationship to jeopardize in the first place,” you spoke reservedly, trying to keep your voice as non-abrasive as possible.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed seeming to be ignited by what you had said. “That’s- That not how you fucking talk, (Y/N)! Whatever the fuck you’re saying that’s- that’s not you,” he rambled. “You’re way too fucking quiet and you’re not cussing or screaming at me or going off on me for calling you on your birthday and you’re not talking about what happened and you’re talking to me. today. Right now. You are talking to me. Which means he must have done something,” he finished, having run out of breath from how quickly and loudly he was speaking.

“Auston…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t like he was wrong, the rebound— Luke— that you had met during a drunken tinder binge after you and Auston had split, had quickly turned into a hell of a lot more than you intended, and you had been in such a vulnerable emotional state that by the time you were cognizant enough to realize what was happening around you, it was too late to go back. Somehow what you had intended to be a one-night stand had turned into him staying the night, asking you to make breakfast, and then proceeding to continue to invite himself over until you weren’t even clear as to whether he was your boyfriend or not. After a few misinterpreted social media interactions, everyone else— including Luke— seemed to decide the two of you were dating, without anyone seeming to consider asking you.

“Why are you alone on your birthday?” He demanded, cutting off the half-formed response you had begun to stutter out in response to his previous line of questioning.

“Why are you?” You rebutted, matching his aggressive tone. As far as you were concerned, you were under no obligation to answer his questions, especially if he was going to continue acting like a complete ass when all you had wanted to do was have his voice be the first you heard on your birthday, especially if this was going to be the last time. You couldn’t help but notice that he still hadn’t said it back.

“You know why,” he stated simply, as if somehow you knew exactly what was happening inside of his brain despite the fact that it had been damn near a year since the two of you had spoken.

“Enlighten me,” you quipped sarcastically with a roll of your eyes, wishing for this conversation to end by desperate for him not to stop talking.

“I missed you.” You felt your heart drop inside of your chest. He stated those words so easily, as if it wouldn’t take every ounce of pride that you had managed to preserve over the past few months to reciprocate the statement.

“I answered your question,” he continued. “Now you answer mine.”

“Which one?” You cleared your throat, his confession still ricocheting around your mind, seeming to consume your being entirely.

“Why are you alone on your birthday?”

You took a deep breath before beginning, there was no point in lying, the only options on the table were that eventually he would find out the truth or this would be the final conversation you would have with him, and you didn’t want the last thing you said to him to have been a lie. It wasn’t worth it, you had nothing to lose.

“If I couldn’t talk to you, I didn’t want to talk to anyone,” you stated simply. The two of you knew this was as close to a confession as your pride would let you get, regardless of the circumstances.

“Wh-what about Luke?” He questioned hesitantly, the hopeful lilt from the first time he spoke returning at last.

“Especially not Luke,” you asserted, resisted the urge to groan at the mere mention of the omnipresent nuisance in your life. “That… that wasn’t what everyone thought it was, and whatever it actually was is over now… not that it matters.”

“oh…” he spoke quietly, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“…yeah,” you winced, visibly cringing at how the conversation had become so painfully awkward so quickly.

“That wasn’t my only question,” he began quickly, his voice seeming to allude to the fact that he wasn’t expecting an answer.

“I know.”

“Maybe,” he started apprehensively. “Maybe you could answer it over coffee sometime?” He inquired hopefully. You could practically feel him holding his breath. You choked on the breath you had been exhaling, your shoulders stiffening on their own accord.

“You- you don’t have to you know…” he trailed off. “You don’t have to answer the question, or even meet me for that matter. Just… just if you want to y’know.”

“Hows tomorrow sound?” You cut him off, mercifully putting an end to whatever else he was going to nervously ramble on about until you gave an answer. The breath of relief he let out sounded more like a laugh, and words couldn’t express how good it felt to be smiling with him again. There was every possibility that this was the first genuine smile you had let out since the last time the two of you had spoken.

“I couldn’t think of a better time if I tried,” he smirked, his cockiness exuding through the speaker despite the vulnerability of the previous moment.

“I’ll see you then,” you quipped, a similar confidence seeping into your tone.

As you moved to hang up, you heard him begin to speak again.

“(Y/N)?” He rushed quickly.

“Yeah?” You questioned, confused.

“Happy Birthday.”

A/N: it has been so so very long since i’ve posted so please let me know what you think!!! & thanks for sticking around through my semi-hiatus lmao

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #nhl imagine #Toronto Maple Leafs #imagine #angst #angst imagine #hockey imagine

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phuezo · 5 years

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Hehe, all questions with a question mark! Jk jk XD Questions that have food in it.

you mean ALL OF THEM lol well I have a little of free time lets see 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the calm and quiet one, I never got into trouble

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I stopped drinking soda time ago but would prefeer on cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? tomboy goth and grunge... 👀

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows!! the story last more! :D

9. favorite smell in the summer? smell of beach or sea I think

10. game you were best at in p.e.? I think it was dodgeball C:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? eggs... lol

12. name of your favorite playlist? “RWBY inspiration ideas” LOL for now

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring (so I can use my ember celica keychain 👀)

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? not so into candies I think (?) mmm... I think the peppermint caramel

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? never got assignment one (or didnt like any of those)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? depending if is chair or couch xD but mostly its in a weird lotus position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? a black pair of tennis (I need to buy more shoes :’3)

18. ideal weather? rainy or cloudy weather <3

19. sleeping position? on my back with my arms kind of streched?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my pc, evernote. tho sometimes I take notes on my sketchbook...

21. obsession from childhood? videogames and some cartoons

22. role model? I... dont know? my mother was?

23. strange habits? I dunno lol bite my nails count?

24. favorite crystal? -gem? :D I think the sapphire

25. first song you remember hearing? I think it was Bee gees song (bc of my mom)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? anything really

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? anything really heh

28. five songs to describe you? Battle Beast, Katy Perry, Delain, Ignea, rwby songs... cant pick one sorry

29. best way to bond with you? If you like the same shows I like or games :) idk sometimes people talk to me and it just “click” and BOOM friendship and sometimes it doesnt work... my head is weird

30. places that you find sacred? My desk at the tv room on my house...

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? dont have an outfit my normal ones are so lame being just jean and a shirt

32. top five favorite vines? shut up, vulture, YEET, the mario school kids, beagle exorcism... I love a lot xD

33. most used phrase in your phone? “lol” “puta” “hi Im gay” “Uwu wa this?!”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? moday.com...

35. average time you fall asleep? between 11pm to midnight :c bc of work

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? pff I dont remember but I remember a website where those kind of memes started (?)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea? both

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? when a oppossum entered one of the gardens?

41. last person you texted? my sister

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? both!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? all >:3

44. favorite scent for soap? I think rice and honey lol

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? dark fantasy and scifi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? pants and a shirt with no undies :3

47. favorite type of cheese? mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I dont like so much fruit but I think I would be a mango?

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “I do/wear what I want and I dont give s** about others opinion”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I dont remember many things made me laugh hehe I think some crack videos or vines

51. current stresses? work...

52. favorite font? Helvetica(?)

53. what is the current state of your hands? clean, nails bitten... meh

54. what did you learn from your first job? there is so many kind of people in the whole world and dirty stuff that happens in movie theatry (cinema)

55. favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, Alice in wonderland

56. favorite tradition? Halloween Hanal Pixan (Day of death)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? my mother passing away, my ex gf... idk

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing and having good concept ideas but poor at trying to execute

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? “HEEEYA” Idk lol

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? ...In a fantasy or dark fantasy or scifi with yuri (lesbian) ...please

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Because life, as it is now, is an accident, and will chaotically disappear just as it had appeared" -some dude on youtube comment.

62. seven characters you relate to? Yang, Blake, Chloe, Pearl, Historia eh... Yui and Max I think?

63. five songs that would play in your club? all of my metal songs from spotify

64. favorite website from your childhood? cartoonnetwork.la LOL bc games

65. any permanent scars? a little one on my left eyebrow

66. favorite flower(s)? roses? I think they are cute

67. good luck charms? my black cat :D... I dont have lol

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? spoiled...milk

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I dont know how out of nowhere I learned /love english language lol

70. left or right handed? LEFT

71. least favorite pattern? eh?

72. worst subject? religion...

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I dont have I think?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? like 6-7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at my house when my mom teach me I think?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? ALL OF THEM I LOVE POTATO

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I dont know so much about plants but maybe a carnivore?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? coffee from gas station (never trust any sea food on store)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth I think

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? BOTH

83. writing or drawing? both but more of drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? 1 podcast only

84. barbie or polly pocket? polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? BOTH!!!!

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? end being alone... with no idea of whats gonna happen... and totally darkness

88. your greatest wish? just survive by drawing or make a comic that ends being famouse or something like that... have a partner but idk I think I still traumatized

89. who would you put before everyone else? none... only me and it depends...

90. luckiest mistake? idk sometimes when I need to save money something happends and I end saving money. (UBER)

91. boxes or bags? boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps

93. nicknames? Tany, Huezo, Kad, Tantan, TAN, Blake and phuezo

94. favorite season? Fall and winter

95. favorite app on your phone? knight chronicles LOL

96. desktop background? RWBY

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? only 2 LOL mine and my father

98. favorite historical era? the creation of our universe and world... dinosaurs and some victorian era...(?) FINISHED OMG thanks for the ask but omg xD

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Make A Splash! | Boo Seungkwan

Maybe nearly drowning in the wave pool at Typhoon Lagoon wasn’t the highlight of your day, but finally talking to the cute lifeguard on duty sure was.

Part 1/13 of the Disney w/ SVT series! | masterlist here

Genre: fluff, mini bit of angst, non idol!SVT, Seungkwan x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drowning and mini panic attack

Recommended song: Candle Light - NCT Dream

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Summer in Florida was especially hot this year

You and your friends were dying for a day off of this sweltering temperature

So your close friend, Jennie, came up with a plan to beat this heat for one day at your house

“I’m so boredddd” Jiyho groaned, throwing her phone somewhere behind her

Your barely glanced up from your book that you were reading

“Go eat a popsicle or something then” you mumbled

“Boooo I don’t like your tone,” Jiyho yelled back

“I wanna do something fun for once! Like there gotta be something we can do”

“Idea!” Jennie said sitting up quickly from your bed she was sitting on

“Lets go to the waterpark!”

“Oh my gOD I haven’t been in years, y/n can we go??”

You looked between the two rowdy girls, contemplating this idea

I mean, what was there to loose? You loved the water and going to a waterpark genuinely sounded fun

Except for the fact you were not a strong swimmer

You figured you would still go to swim, but nothing too crazy

You threw your book down and stood up

“Fuck it, lets go”

An hour later, you and ur girlies drove over to the closest waterpark

Typhoon Lagoon

“I haven’t been in years!” Jiyho said as you passed through the gates

“I wonder whats changed.”

Leaning back in the front seat, you also wondered the same thing

After spending a shit ton of money JUST TO GET IN i’m big mad about the one day pass like tf

Y’all found seats near the water to sunbathe 🤩🤩

Laying out your stuff, you just happened to look up for a second

And thought you had had developed sun stroke and went to heaven

Cause w h o was that fine ass angel in the lifeguard tower??

And apparently you said this out loud cause your friends immediately whipped their heads to check him out

“He is cute” Jiyho whispered “Do you think he’s available?”she questioned, to which Jennie smacked her

“Eyy y/n called dibs relaxed” Jennie grumbled

But you weren’t listening

You were too focused on staring burning holes into that beautiful boy’s back

y/n stop being whipped challenge: failed

You immediately made a pact with your friends to try and get this cute boy’s attention at all cost today

When he wasn’t busy that is!!! please don’t try to distract a working lifeguard

Standing up straighter and smiling while sending little glances up at the chair, mission get y/n their man was a go 🤪👊🏼

Meanwhile, Seungkwan was bored™️

There was little to do at Disney, since everything was pretty much baby-proofed

expect for the wave pool, where he was currently stationed

The amount of dumb tourists that were knocked down by waves and then proceeded to come to him to complain when it is literally called a wave pool was frustrating to say the least

Like he’s supposed to be on duty, what is he supposed to do, fight the pool? headass 🗿

So whlle he was grilling away in the heat, he decided to people watch

his personal talent

And his eyes landed on you and your rowdy friends

Mentally groaning to himself, he sat up straighter to make sure to keep extra watch on your group

It was always the rowdy groups that caused the most trouble

Trying to not make it so obivous he was babysitting your group from far away, he only took sparring glances at your and your friends

Meaning he missed the signals you sent to him to,,, “flirt” if you can even call it that

Which was frustrating,, to say the least

So with you growing more and more unconfident in making Kwannie turn, your friends immediately knew what they had to do when they got to the deeper part o the wave pool

Which was faking you drowning

Sounds kinda desperate but how else were you gonna get his attention?? he’s a working man

Jennie cleared her throat after sending Jiyho a look

“Hey y/n, lets go in deeper!”

You immediately got nervous with that

“I don’t know guys,,, its already pretty strong over here, and its barely up to our thighs,,,”

Jiyho just waved it off “You’ll be fine, you have us to hold you up<” Jiyho started

“And if anything goes wrong, mr cute over there can hold you up ;)))”

“Y’all better not be planning my funeral” you warned wearly as they dragged you deeper into the water

Jennie + Jiyho: “Don’t worry!! You’ll live”

Watching you being dragged over to the deep end of the pool, Seungkwan started to really focus on you guys

Only to be blocked by Chan who stood in front of him

“Hyung, you can take break now, I got it” the younger boy stated

“Give me a couple more minutes” he muttered, eyes never leaving you and your friends

Chan followed his gaze over to the pool, where you were currently being dragged into shoulder height

“Ah! do you like one of them or something?” Chan said loudly

Seungkwan opened his mouth to say something when he heard a loud shout from the pool

Just as he thought, it was you that went under the waves

He cursed to himself, shoving Chan out of the way

“Move fathead, I got this” he grunted before sprinting over to the scene

Chan, ten seconds later: “fATHEAD?? BITCH-”

Meanwhile during that short talk, you were trying to break free from your friends

“Guy I really don’t feel comfortable anymore, we’re almost over our heads!” you called, but they weren’t listening anymore

Struggling to break free, you coincidentally didn’t see the rather large wave coming towards you and your friends

“Here we go!” Jennie shouted gleefully, as the wave crashed into the three of you

Not expecting it, you took in a large gasp of pool water while under there, and were failing after Jennie and Jiyho let go of you

Panicking as if you forgot how to swim, your body completely went into fight or flight mode and you started to flail

This in turn, made things worse

Just as your boy was about to completely knock out from sheer terror, a strong grip grabbed your arm and yanked you up

Sputtering and thinking it was Jennie you turned to give her a piece of your mind

Instead you found yourself being dragged to the land with a concerned Jennie and a near tears Jiyho behind you, the two apologizing profusely

Putting two and two together you slowly turned to see none other that the cute lifeguard from before,,, shit 🗿

Finally hitting ground where you could stand you gently pried your arm out of his grip

“I-I can stand from here,, but t-thank you for all your help,,,” you said awkwardly

He turned and gave you a hard look

Expecting him to yell a you, you prepared for the worst

But wasn’t expecting his reaction “It’s my job” Seungkwan said with a laugh, “Are you in need of any other assistance now that you have my attention?”

This was the opportunity you friends had been waiting on

“Actually yes!!” Jiyho started, briskly walking over to you two

“She’s still a little weak on her feet, could you maybe help her??”

And guess what

THE BITCH SHOVED YOU

SHOVED YOUR WHOLE BODY ON SEUNGKWAN HJDKDF

BRUH IF IT WANS’T BAD ENOUGH-- THE GIRL DON’T QUIT 🗿

Seungkwan, as if he was expecting it, caught your flying body before you knocked the two of you over

“Careful now, you did nearly swallow the whole pool” he joked

“Watch it” you said gently hitting his arm

As unprofessional as it was, Seungkwan couldn’t help but admit that you were really pretty,,,

He couldn’t really tell from afar and underwater, but damn

Boy was: whipped

SO he was gonna try and milk any time he could have with you

“Maybe we should have you checked out, just to make sure” he said

“YES! She would love that!” Jihyo blurted, making you turn pink

Smooth Jiyho. 10/10

“O-oh? Your face is turning red,” Seungkwan said, feigning ignorance. “ I think we should at least give you sunscreen or a some water.”

So with that said, he took you over to one of the huts selling drinks and bought you one

“Wait-” you started but he raised a hand.

“No need,” he said with a smile. “After all, it’s my job.”

“At least let me pay you back somehow,,” You said ”I feel bad that you saved me and bought me water.”

“Just your name with be enough” smooth, Kwan

“It’s y/n” you said, sticking your hand out. “And you? What’s yours? Or should I keep calling you the cute lifeguard that saved my life?”

Now its Seungkwan’s turned to be flustered uwu

“I’m Seungkwan. But cute lifeguard works too,,,”

After returning to our friends with your water and a comfortable silence between you and Seungkwan, you turned to him

“When’s your next break? Maybe,,, if you want company,, I can chill with you while they go swim?” you questioned bashfully

“I would love that”

During his short yet sweet break, you guys got to know each other better

Seungkwan tried to finesse the system and tried to make Chan take his second shift

“Im helping the poor soul who nearly drowned! D R OW N E D, Chan. I’m in a therapy session right now shut up”

Chan, not having it: Shut up bitch- IF YOU THINK FOR A SECOND YOU’RE GETTING OFF FOR CALLING ME FATHEAD 😤

RIP Seungkwan

Later, as you were finally leaving the pool, Seungkwan jogged up to you stopped you yet again

“Wait!” He said, nearly out of great from running from his shift

“I know it’s a little early but, can I get your number?”

*Cue internal screeching*

“S-sure!” And with that the two of you shot each other a quick text so the other would have the number saved

As you sat in the car talking to the two troublemakers up front, your phone dinged once more

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: hey, when can I see you again?

You nearly made Jennie crash the car after the scream you let out LMAOO

And once you told the girls, they screamed too DBDJDB

Texting back quickly you responded with:

You: I’m free Friday night, if you wanted to catch the Disney fireworks?

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: works for me! See you then! 😆

BRO WHO LET BOO SEUNGKWAN BE THIS CUTE

me that’s who 🤪

Putting the phone down and grinning, you couldn’t help but be excited for whatever was next to come with you and Seungkwan

Who knows, maybe this summer will be a memorable one with a boyfriend?? Only time would tell ;))

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