#Especially when 3 different friends reach out- randomly- within a half hour of one another. As if they knew you needed it

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Cozytober - Day 25 - Sunflowers

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Dust - SUPERHERO!NCT Fic

CHAPTER 1 - HUNGOVER

Description: College is the literal worse but now a bunch of dudes have superpowers and it’s literally somehow worse??? srsly who thought it was a good idea to give college guys superpowers jfc??? especially to nct like ten can’t even wash his goddamn hands like  except for the dreamies leave them out of my mess they deserve better

Warnings: Assault, rape, LOTS OF PROFANITY, too many of my opinions, sexual situations, depression, anxiety, dRUGS, unedited, alcohol, college sucking, violence, nct being dumb per usual (assault & rape are only talked about not described in detail)

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 - coming soon folks

Word Count: 1392

The night had already begun to fade. Bright lights flickered in every direction as Jason Derulo’s lonely voice echoed off of the paneled walls. Beer cans and other empty containers littered the floor. Hazy smoke billowed from the porch, pungent, yet fleeting. Taxis lined the curb as belligerent freshmen forced their other belligerent friends into the back seats and followed suit. It was already Sunday.

You had faded some time ago, having fallen asleep on a stranger’s bed early in the night. An unfortunate game of Slap Cup left you with your head dazed, and your liver most likely coming terribly close to failing. You were passed out within half an hour after losing and entirely unsure of the most recent events.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you exited the stranger’s bedroom and glanced at your phone. 3:30 A.M., Sunday September 18th. National cheeseburger day according to snapchat filters, and also your 20th birthday.

As you wandered around the mostly empty house, you found that your friends had most likely already left. It could’ve been hours, but they hadn’t left you any message or indication of concern.

You stepped outside, feeling the cool air pinch your skin. A lone person remained on the porch, leaning over the railing and rolling a thin joint between his fingers. His hair had been through some sort of massacre, thick dusty-blond locks sticking up wildly. It appeared as if his clothes hadn’t fared well either, as dried vomit remained on his shirt. If you had to guess, you would’ve said his night had been far worse than yours.

He flinched as the screen door snapped closed behind you. “Jesus,” the boy muttered before taking a long hit.

Somehow, you managed to recognize him. Hours before, he had been an entirely different person. He stood next to your during Slap Cup, and took no mercy on you. In that game, he had made you drink about four beers before he made you lose and drink that awful vodka contraption. The boy played Slap as if he spent most of his days playing golf with his fraternity brothers and nights chasing after girls and chugging Natty Lite. Everyone was chanting his name by your third beer in Slap. Jeffrey! Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

“Is that my vomit?” you inquired quietly, joining him at the railing. You had to grip the chipped wood tightly, as if you were going to fall off the porch.

He didn’t meet your gaze, and took another hit. “Yeah. You were about a foot away from the toilet when you hit me.”

“I’ll buy you a new shirt,” you offered.

The boy shook his head. “It’s my fault. Should’ve known you were a lightweight.”

You stood silently, looking out into the street. All of the cabs had driven away at that point, leaving just you and the boy outside.

“How are you not drunk right now?” you asked while attempting to retrieve the joint from his hands.

He held it away from your reach and finally looked at you. “It takes a lot for me to get drunk,” the boy answered simply. “And no person in the right mind would let you smoke after that.”

“I’m not drunk anymore,” you refuted. “I slept for five hours and vommed most of the liquor.”

He smiled slightly, the corner of his lips barely turning upwards. “You’re probably hungover, then.”

You snagged the blunt and held it to your lips. “I am.”

--

Your dreams were reminiscent of that night. Instead of being surrounded by darkness, you saw red. The sound of shouts nearly roused you out of your slumber, but you remained in that hellish world. Your head still span, unable to regain stability.

There you were once more, in that bed, your body incapable of moving.

A shadow loomed over you, only a smirk able to be seen. You knew his intentions from the beginning, yet could not protest. It was as if you were held by a straightjacket, a muzzle over your mouth.

Before anything could happen, you heard the door slam open. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?”

The shadowed figure didn’t respond and attempted to push the other person out of the door. That’s when everything became even more hazy. You could only hear punches landing and noises of defeat from the perpetrator.

You finally regained control and managed to sit up in the bed. “Thanks,” you slurred, tears running to your chin messily.

Your savior nodded curtly before turning away from you. The second he left, you realized his identity. Scarlet Hawk.

The realization forced you to awaken.

You glanced at your cell phone, the time reading 12:45 in the afternoon. Your roommate had awoken hours ago, and had turned from her laptop to give you a confused expression.

“I had this weird dream that I was being assaulted,” you explained, wiping at your sweaty forehead. “And that Scarlet Hawk randomly saved me.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, returning her attention to her computer once more.

You let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, it’s rather horrible, isn’t it? When you have to look for men to save a girl from other men...I don’t think it would pass the Bechdel Test at all.”

Your roommate ignored you, but you kept pondering the thought of it. Despite your friends being absolutely shitty, they would be ten times more likely to save you from a random guy than any other man. Yet this was a subplot of several superhero movies.

It shouldn’t have happened in real life.

--

The second time you had that dream, you couldn’t help but think of one of your ex-boyfriends.

Your ex-boyfriend managed to get his hands on a gun long before the supers had appeared. At the time, he was only seventeen and hadn’t even graduated high school.

Neither him or his family had ever been in immediate danger at any point in their lives. Yet he claimed that he needed the protection at all times. And carried the gun around in his belt loop.

You, on the other hand, never felt the need for that.

When you were fourteen, you joined the cross country team without any expectations. Within the span of the season, you received a total of fourteen catcalls, you had been flashed, and the team was forbidden from running solely in sports bras. Your best friend had been raped after a party, after she begged the boy not to. Strange men followed you in a van as you walked to your bus stop on more than one occasion.

You tried to explain this all to him, but you couldn’t even explain it yourself at the time. There had been so many instances where you had been put in dangerous situations, all before becoming an adult. But you never bought pepper spray, or much less felt the need to buy a gun.

It’s needless to say, but as soon as he tucked a gun into his belt, you broke up with him.

When the supers first appeared, you couldn’t help but notice they were all men prancing around in tight uniforms shouting about justice and all. How painfully ironic.

You realized with the third repeated dream that those events were most likely real. It was more than common for girls to be taken advantage of at parties, especially when they’re really out of it. Shit, was it a generic plot line, but it happened to be your reality.

Each dream became more vivid than the last. Every second slowed. You could make out Scarlet Hawk’s dusty blond hair, the black speck in his eyes, the way his lip curled in anger. It was the first time you had seen another guy genuinely upset about the atrocities that happen to girls. He was quiet in doing his job, barely drawing any attention to himself.

Though he took your attacker out, he didn’t do anything excessively. He didn’t beat the living shit out of him. He didn’t make a lot of noise.

The dream remained recurring for the rest of the week. Each night you realized something different. Hawk had double eyelids, but definitely was of Asian descent. Dark bags rested beneath his eyes as well. You felt like some generic  bitch for this one, but you realized how attractive he was, too.

Everything lined up. Fuck irony.

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OTAYURI AND ALL OF THEM!! 😀😁

Gee whiz thank you😂😂😂😂 here goes

Who is the most affectionate?I think they’re both pretty affectionate but show it differently. Yuri is the most physically affectionate, he’s always kissing Beka’s cheek or putting an arm around him (especially once he’s tall enough to effortlessly put his arms over otabek’s shoulders!) Otabek has quieter affection, and he’s sappy as fuck. He’s the type to gaze lovingly at Yuri, give flowers and write sappy poems at any given opportunity, he always tells Yuri how much he loves him in flowery language with obscure metaphors for yuri’s physical features. (e.g. you have the eyes of a soldier / your lips are soft and beautiful like rose petals / your body is pale and beautiful yet strong and handsome, like a classic sculpture / your eyelashes are like a soft feather, delicate and ethereal where they fan out from your eyes like the wing of an eagle / when you smile, you make me feel more whole than I feel when i see the sun in the dead of winter, splitting the dark clouds and illuminating the fresh snow, turning the world from a drab mundane setting to a magical wonderland)

Big spoon/Little spoon?Otabek is the big spoon until Yuri grows some more and his hair gets even longer and otabek goes “fuck this” after one night too many waking up drowning in his soft blond hair

Most common argument?Hmm, I think they don’t argue about much but they sometimes have playful disagreements re things like, yuri (who absolutely ends up a lot taller) put stuff too high for otabek to reach, or otabek made another song about yuri when all his clients are complaining and “beka i know you love me but really?” Before they start dating they just argue about stuff like “Yuri stop following me into clubs you aren’t even 18 yet and im gonna get into shit because of you”

Favorite non-sexual activity?I think they like hanging out, but the going out kind. Driving around on Beka’s bike, going to second hand clothing stores and window shopping, laughing at the granny clothes

Who is most likely to carry the other?Otabek would carry Yuri

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?Otabek (obviously, canonically) loves Yuri’s eyes. Yuri loves Otabek’s hair, it’s unbelievably soft and it always looks so nice, especially when he grows it out.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?Otabek sort of realised it slowly so not much changed on his side. Yuri woke up one morning and was like “holy shit im in love with otabek what do i do" and he initially wouldn’t even look at him cause he was so embarassed. Once they got together pretty much the only thing that changed was that they stopped pining for each other and they kissed quite a lot

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?Well there’s the whole thing with russians and names so there’s obviously yura and beka which are just natural. Sometimes otabek calls yuri “kitten” to tease him. Once he called yuri “baby” and yuri laughed for like five years solid. Yuri affectionately calls otabek мишка мой or мишка cause of the whole teddy bear thing and cause he thinks it’s cute.

Who worries the most?I think beneath his Cool Guy exterior, otabek stresses about a lot of things all the time

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?Both! Yuri often remembers otabek’s order but otabek unfailingly remembers yuri’s order. Yuri finds it lowkey creepy how he always knows exactly what he wants to order lmao

Who tops?unpopular opinion but *stands on a table, pulls out a megaphone* *shouts into megaphone* YURI PLISETSKY TOPS

Who initiates kisses?Hmm, I think when they’re watching a movie or lying in bed Otabek will initiate kisses, but Yuri always does spontaneous kisses. He’ll, like, kiss otabek randomly at practice, or while he’s busy like cooking or something, or when he stops djing for a food break and is sitting down, about to eat his burger but yuri’s lips reach his mouth before the food does. He sometimes kisses otabek at slightly inconvenient times but Beka isn’t gonna complain.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?They reach for each other at the same time, it’s almost uncanny. They always reach their hands out and then laugh before holding hands.

Who kisses the hardest?YURI!!!!! He’s the goddamned ice tiger of Russia and he kisses like it too. Once they spent some time just making out and otabek had to ask to stop because his lips were starting to hurt

Who wakes up first?Otabek. He’s a Morning Person, which Yuri thinks is abominable

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?Yuri, he never wants to get up

Who says I love you first?Otabek, after their first date (real smooth, dude) lmao. He planned on playing it cool but he’s dropping Yuri at home and he’s just parked his bike and he hugs him and yuri says “Thanks, I had a great time.” Otabek isn’t sure what he meant to say but he knows that blurting out “I did too, I love you” wasn’t planned. Luckily Yuri reciprocated the emotion

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)Uhmmmmm they leave notes for each other. Otabek’s say stuff like “your eyes are carved emerald medallions, set in the porcelain of your skin, your hair the softest strands of sunshine cascading from the gentle slope of your skull, you are the most attractive man i have laid my eyes on, I love you more than anything and I hope you have the best day ever ♡♡” and Yuri’s say stuff like “enjoy, asshole” or “I love you 🐱” or something in russian cursive that otabek doesn’t even try to read.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?Otabek accidentally tells his mom three days after their first date during his bi-weekly compulsory khazakh-style family conference call

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?Yuri’s grandpa (and the rest of his family too) is initially put off but Otabek’s cool and badass image, but loves him the second he meets him. Otabek’s family loves yuri but soon hear of his infamous attitude, after which Otabek has to endure his older sister threatening Yuri with the regular “you break my lil brothers heart and i break you, kid”

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?Otabek, i rate he’s secretly a reeeally good dancer

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?They both suck at cooking but it depends what they’re cooking. Yuri sucks less so he cooks like 55% of the time.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?Otabek will use a shitty pickup line, Yuri will reply with another one. They exchange pickup lines for hours. “Hey do you wanna win gold? cause I know how to make sure you always come first” “Is this your bike? cause i’d love to ride with you” “yura that is the worst pickup line i’ve heard what the fuck” “gimme a break beka i’m improvising here”

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?Yuri is a horny little shit and making Otabek flustered at an inappropriate/inconvenient time is literally his hobby

Who needs more assurance?Otabek

What would be their theme song?I have no idea but Affection by Cigarettes After Sex is literally the number 1 song on my otayuri playlist

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?I think otabek won’t let yuri sing to the baby because “no yuri you cannot sing heavy metal to an infant!” and Yuri’s fine with it cause otabek has such a nice singing voice

What do they do when they’re away from each other?Pining. Lmao, they sext a l o t. It’s common knowledge in their circles that if you respect either of them and want to be able to look them in the eye, never look at their chats with each other when they’re not physically together.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heartI actually have no angsty headcanons about them uhmmmmmmm well, Otabek is allergic to cats which is tragic because he can never go to Yuri’s house without dosing himself to the eyeballs with antihistamines which make him so dopey he usually just falls asleep within half an hour. Seriously though? The idea of the seperate pining that went on for like 3 years before they got together, Yuri having a wild crush on otabek but thinking it’s unrequited and otabek having a crush on yuri but suppressing it cause he knows Yuri’s too young and he really is angry at himself for having such a stubborn crush on a goddamned 15 year old

one headcanon about this OTP that mends itWhen Yuri is 22, Potya has to be put down on so he buys a maine coone and makes sure to wash her frequently so Otabek can breathe freely again and all their relationship troubles are solved.Seriously though? how amazing of a couple they are once they do get together