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kiarastromboli · 11 months ago

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Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

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Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

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munsonsprincess11111 · 7 months ago

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My girls perfect

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you and Eddie are dating have been for a while. Your a cheerleader he's well... Eddie. So when thr jocks make a comment to try make you feel insecure to piss eddie off, Eddie doesn't let it slide easy.

During the school week you and Eddie sit together ever day but Friday. Whether it's just you two or with hellfire. However Friday was normally basketball day so you was needed being a cheerleader. Friday was also hellfire day which meant Eddie was obviously needed.

He would sit with hellfire. You'd sit with the jocks. It was like you didn't exist to eachother on Friday between 11 am to 8 pm. Neither of you minded ofcourse. You had your own things and lucky they fell on the same day. It had been that way for 2 years.

However something was different about this Friday. Eddie was sat at the hellfire table laughing and messing around. Well and annoying the jocks. But after his usual stand on thr table thing on Friday he always looms to you to se you smirk and give him a sarcastic eye roll. But you looked out of it. Like you didn't want to be there.

You starred at your tray didn't turn to look at Eddie. It's like you wasn't there. Eddie sat back down in his chair frowning and kept glancing over at you. Until you pushed your tray away from you got your bag and walked out of the cafeteria some of the boys saying "oh y/n Common."

Eddie glanced at his friend's who was also starring at the table you was once sat at as was other people in the canteen shocked by you leaving. "Be back." Eddie said standing up walking off. He walked to the table you was sat at and stood at the end of it.

"What do you want freak?" Andy said. Eddie rolled his eyes looking at Andy and Tommy sat next to Jason then to Jason.

"What the fuck did you say to her." Eddie said bluntly starring at the three boys blankly.

"Just said she should be more like Chrissy and carol and focus in her appearance more." Tommy said smirking leaning back in his chair folding his arms over his chest. Eddie nodded and walked back over to hellfire.

"Dude tour just gonna let him say that your way to calm." Gareth said looming at Eddie in disbelief.

"Doug can I borrow your milkshake ill buy you another on Monday or before hellfire." He ignored Gareth asking doug. He nodded and handed it to Eddie who bit thr inside of his mouth thanking him before walking off. He walked around thr table of jocks and cheerleaders as if he was going to walk out of the door.

As Eddie got to the head of the table he threw the milkshake so it went over the three boys not stopping walking. "Maybe you should worry about yours I suppose you've gotta have a big ego to make up for thr rumours about your small cock." Eddie said ruffling Tommy's hair as he walked past him wiping his milkshake covered hand on Jason's back.

"Fucking freak." Tommy said standing up. Eddie took that as he had to run. So he did. He ran down the halls with the three boys following him. He went left and as he went down the hall he saw you walking. He slowed down as he approached you.

"Hey baby." Eddie said as he stopped next to you. You smiled up at him. "Here lemme take those." HE said taking the two books you was holding and your bag. He put thr books inside and slung it over his shoulder holding you into his side. "Don't listen to em ok? There is nothing and I mean nothing wrong with you. Babe some of them girls look like they haven't eaten for days cause they listen to them dicks. Your healthy. You got a beautiful face, amazing personality and a banging body." Eddie said holding you closer.

"Banging... Jesus Eddie." You laugh slightly.

"I'm serious want me to prove your perfect the way you are and there's nothing wrong with your weight or body?" Eddie askes stopping you both. You nod skeptically. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist picks you up and spins with you.

He puts you down after a moment and your both laughing. That's what he wanted to see. He wrapped his arms around you hugging you and you did the same. "See I can even touch my other arm don't listen to em." Eddie smirking kissing your cheek.

"I love you so much you fucking weirdo." You giggled kissing Eddie.

"I love you so much to you fucking freak." Eddie smirked back.

"Love how you went from saying how perfect I am to calling me a freak babe." You laughed pushing Eddie shoulder.

"Please we've been over this there is nothing wrong with being a lil freaky sweets." HE sid pulling you back into him.

Before you could answer you heard Tommy, and and jason at the end of the hall shouting Eddie name.

"What are they covered in?" You ask.

"Milkshake." Eddie smirks.

"What why?"

"CAUSE no one fucks with my girl and gets away with it... yeah we may need to run." Eddie says grabbing your hand and running down the hall with you.

Moments later you reach the van which luckily Eddie never locks he swings the passenger door open for you then runs around to the drivers side getting. You get in yourself and slam the door pushing the lock down Eddie doing the same the starting the van up and driving out of thr school faster then anyone should.

You look in thr mirror to see the three boys stood looking pissed. Then over to Eddie who's lighting a cigarette. "I'm not going to cheer tonight they'll be fine without me." You say leaning back in the chair.

"Yeah? Come watch hellfire could be fun babe." Eddie says exhaling the smoke. You nod smiling at him.

"Besides the boys think it's funny when your there cause apparently you make me go all stupid n they think it's funny when you tell me to stop being mean to them." Eddie smirks. You laugh and kiss his neck.

"I love you so much." You say kissing the spot again.

"I love you so much too... you know you could always leave a little mark there I mean I for sure wouldn't mind it. Just saying." Eddie said pretending to be serious. As he drives you leave him two hickeys inna heart shape and he smiles.

At hellfire that evening the boys notice it and every time Eddie runs a hand over his neck or through his hair the boys have plenty of comments.

"Woah who's the real master ed?"

"Maybe Eddie's curls arent real after all."

Then they notice you have one to you didn't know about.

"I do not have one!" You protest to the boys at the table.

"Yes you do I fucking put it there." Eddie chims in. You shake your head and Eddie kisses under your ear. "Relax there just jealous cause your more perfect then them so you get one." Eddie says kissing you sweetly. You smile and Eddie turns to go back to his campaign but doug then has a memory.

"You still owe me a milkshake!" HE points at Eddie and you laugh taking Eddie's hand in yours.

"What seeing Jason, Andy and Tommy look like they were covered in shit wasn't good enough for you?" Eddie says leaning back in his chair.

"Was for me made me feel better." You laugh

"Look Eddie you may have been getting your revenge for your fantastic girlfriend-"

"Which was totally a lie what they said by the way babe they inly said it cause you date the person they hate most and are hottest on the team." Eddie cuts off doug looking at you earning a smile a squeeze of Eddie's hand.

"Yeah big lie. But. I TAKE MY LUNCH VERH SERIOUSLY!" Doug shouts pointing at Eddie making the others laugh.

"Fuck off doug ill get it to ya Monday." Eddie says kissing you.

After the campaign your helping Eddie tidy up when he speaks. "If he ever makes you feel like shit again tell me. Either me or one of thr others will tone em down. N it would only be the others cause I'm running to your rescue." HE says stretching.

"Really bothered you huh babe?" You say walking over to him.

"Well yeah, I get them being mean to me bit they don't need to drag you into it nd try make you feel insecure. Your gorgeous and they just jealous." Eddie says putting his arms around you.

"Thank you." You says nuzzling into his neck.

"Don't thank me for looking after you against them dicks I'll do it everyday I love you."

"Mm yeh. I also meant for letting me wear your hellfire top when I got cold in the campaign n you sitting there with no top on under your jackets but ok." You giggle kissing him.

"Did I look hot." HE laughs.

"SO hot honestly babe would've jumped your bones right then if you wasn't in the middle of a campaign." You say kissing him.

"Guess I'll have to keep thr jackets on when we get back to the trailer." HE wiggles his eyebrows.

"Your so weird."

"You love me."

"Mmm I do.... let go of my ass."

"Never." HE laughs squeezing it before letting go.

"I knew that conversation was a bit to serious." You say picking up his notebook.

He nods kissing you sweetly.

No matter what anyone said you knew deep down there was nothing wrong with you and of it took you a moment to remember you'd always have Eddie to remind you. As he held you and kissed you you both pulled away resting your foreheads together.

"You still owe doug his milkshake."

"OH fuck off." Eddie laughs kissing you again.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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wantingsobad · 1 year ago

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are you bored yet? | h.hj x reader (a,f)

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pairing : hwang hyunjin x reader (y/n)

content : established relationship, insecure!y/n, cutest bf ever hyunjin, lots of self-doubt, angsty with a little fluff at the end

word count : 1.7 k

“but i can’t help from asking ‘are you bored yet?’ ”

The cold pattering of the shower onto your skin has not encouraged the effect you had been hoping for.

You had hoped that the ice-cold water would bring you back to Earth for just long enough that you could do some chores that needed to be done, but in reality, you were now stood under the running water, zoning out into an infinitesimal space of self-destruction in your mind.

The last few weeks have consisted of a constant battering and bruising of your self-worth. But all of it was caused by your own insecure thoughts.

Hyunjin has been nothing but the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, carrying you in his heart so gently as if you are the most precious thing that has ever existed. He has cared for you these past few months of dating in ways nobody else has ever even attempted to care for you.

It’s honestly a picture-perfect relationship in everyone's eyes,

except for yours.

While dating someone who might as well be considered an angel who has fallen from the sky, the floods of insecure thoughts multiplied as the months passed.

He could do better.

They are all looking at you two differently. They think you don’t deserve him.

Why would he pick someone like you?

These thoughts have led to your current predicament in the freezing shower, a useless attempt to bring back any sanity to your discouraged self. You see how this attempt is ultimately futile, and you turn off the water stream, quickly drying off and stepping out of the shower just to plop down on the floor of your bathroom, leaning against the wall.

You haven’t seen nor really talked to Hyunjin in 12 days, an insanely long time considering how often you two would call or have coffee dates together in the early mornings of the day.

He has sent a few questioning messages about where you have been or how you are, to which you would respond with such a false sense of happiness, saying that you were ‘okay, just busy’ in the least amount of words possible.

That was bullshit, and even you knew that, but the thought of facing him now after spending hours lying in bed thinking about how horrible of a partner you are for Hyunjin sounds excruciating.

Avoidance isn’t a forever option, but right now, it’s the option that works best for you.

Until the ringing of your phone begins to sound. The unique chiming is one that you had specifically set for Hyunjin so you would know to always answer that call.

You think you would rather do anything than answer that call right now.

The ringing continues to go on. You are not even making a single movement towards your phone, just letting it ring and ring up on the bathroom countertop.

You close your eyes and rest your head back up against the wall, silently praying for the ringing to finally end so you can go back into your delusional fantasy land where you will never need to talk to Hyunjin.

The phone eventually stops ringing, but it is replaced by an erratic knocking on the front door of your apartment.

You slowly stand up, still wrapped in your towel, and walk towards the front door, carelessly letting the water fall off your body to form a trail following you to the door.

You stand in front of the door, not moving to open it, as you already know who’s behind it.

If you were wrong, then you would have no clue who it-

“Y/n? Are you home?”

Your guess was right. It’s Hyunjin.

You knew that this little game of hide and seek wouldn’t last long considering the type of guy that he is, caring about you so deeply that he would take the subway at 11 pm to make sure you were okay.

Yet, you still don’t open the door. You don’t know what you would say to him.

He still deserves better. Ignoring him is for his own benefit.

“Baby, I know you are there. Please just open the door. I want to see you…”

Shit. You thought you would be stronger than this but the next thing you know you are opening the door at the sound of his pleas.

The sight of him kills you. His face is flushed a deep red and his hair is tousled due to the extremes of the late autumn weather. A quick look to his hands shows a small bouquet of flowers and a small bag from a local bakery, likely containing your favorite pasty that they make.

He quickly throws himself into you, almost dropping what he’d been holding. The hug he envelopes you in makes you feel so incredibly guilty for ignoring him.

“Why are you here?” You ask while moving a little away from the hug to see his face clearly.

“I missed you so much. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He lifts his free hand up to gently cradle the side of your face, “I just haven’t seen you in so long so I figured a surprise visit with some of your favorites would help relieve you from some of the stress of your busy schedule.”

Honestly, you wish you would just get swallowed up by the floor right now. Hearing him care so much after you have been lying to him for almost two weeks was a wild punch in the gut for you, the guilt almost unbearable.

And because of this, you move out of Hyunjin’s hold as tears start to stream down your face.

His face morphs into one of confusion and concern as he figured you would be happy to see him rather than sad.

“Hyunjin, i really think you should go home. It’s late,” you say, barely able to say this without your voice entirely failing on you.

“What? Are you okay? I’m not going home,” He steps further into your apartment closing the door behind him and setting his gifts on the floor before approaching you, waiting for you to seek comfort in him as you normally do.

But this time, you don’t move toward him. Rather, you take another step back as you avoid eye contact with him, not being able to deal with the hurt in his eyes. “I’m just not feeling well right now, Hyunjin. Thank you for coming to check up on me, but you should leave.”

“Stop calling me Hyunjin,” he says while walking further toward you so he can lift up your face so you will meet his eyes, “You never call me Hyunjin. Please tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something, baby?”

God, you wish he wasn’t the absolute sweetest soul in the world. Of course, it wasn’t because of him. He could never do anything wrong to you.

“No, it’s not you,” you quickly spill out, not wanting him to delve any deeper down that hole, “but it’s definitely because of me.”

He gives a confused quirk of his eyebrows and a sort of sad look in his eyes, “What do you mean? You haven’t done anything.”

“That’s exactly it, Jinnie. I haven’t done anything. I just don’t understand why you are here to see me when I’m just me. How are you not bored of me yet?” This comes out straggled through your sobs, and you are practically unable to get out the entire thing.

A quick look into his eyes immediately calls out every one of your idiotic insecurities to be horribly wrong as his care for you is reflected back to you.

“What are you even saying, baby?” He starts to tear up at your admission of conscience, feeling horrible himself for not treating you better (as if he wasn’t already treating you like a goddess beforehand). “I will never get bored of you. You are my everything, Y/n. My happiness. My comfort. My love.”

“But Jinnie-“ You try to speak out to stop him from continuing.

“No. There are no ‘buts’ here. I am here for a reason, baby, because I love you so much that I was worried sick that work had been stressing you out too much with how busy you’ve been. I hated thinking about you being miserable, so I came to see you. I missed you, and I wanted to talk to you. I love you, Y/n. Does that really seem like I’m ever going to be bored of you?” Hyunjin proclaims this with his full chest, reaching and holding onto your hands so tightly just to get his point across.

You don’t think you have ever been loved as well as Hyunjin loves you. He truly, unconditionally loves you with everything that he is able to give you.

You shatter the glass pane of insecurities, pushing past those insignificant thoughts to realize that you are more than lucky to have this great of a man here to love you. You run into his arms, holding him in the tightest hug you could give. “I’m so sorry, Jinnie. I love you, too, so so so so much.”

Hyunjin breathes out a deep, relieved sigh as he reciprocates the hug. He knows you have struggled in your past with feeling insecure, but he never thought you would ever feel that way when being with him.

He gives you time to get what you need from this hug until your grip on him loosens a little. He takes the initiative this time and pulls out of the hug, transferring his admiration for you from a hug into a deep kiss that takes you by surprise.

It’s a long kiss, one that you both need. It’s a shared sign of your love for each other as you both sigh into this kiss, revelling in the affection and warmth of the other.

After breaking the kiss when needing to breathe, you and Hyunjin look at each other. This is when you truly realize how enamoured you are with him, which you can see in his eyes is exactly how he’s looking at you, with only pure love.

“Thank you, Hyunjin. You are my prince.”

He laughs airily at this but responds, “Anything for you, my princess.”

You know that these insecurities will eventually come back, but now you know that your prince will come in to swoop you up and take you away from that evil into a land of happiness and love.

a/n : i’m sorry but hyunjin is just so boyfriend-coded that this needed to happen. this song is so good that i just had to use it as inspo. as always, requests are open and lmk how i did! - eb

#Spotify #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz fanfic #straykids fanfic #hyunjin angst #skz angst #hyunjin fluff

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plutoenjoyer · 8 days ago

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jooyeon — sleepyhead

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genre: fluff 𓇬 wc: 1.7k tags: female reader, established relationship, making out, napping, playful banter, not proofread as usual warnings: none

summary: you stay late with jooyeon at the studio, and you can't help that he's so fun to mess with (lovingly). notes: this was meant to be a part of the "jooyeon randomly biting you" wip but it ended up getting too long and becoming its own thing. now with 100x more reader being cheeky and him being an absolute sucker for it!

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jooyeon invites you to the studio with him if he plans to do some solo practice. it's nice to have some company while he strums away at his instrument for hours, and of course, you don't mind one bit. it's already hard enough to find time to meet with both of your busy schedules, so you'll take any moment of comfortable, quality alone time with him. not only that, it really is a treat to get to see him practice. you think his voice is beautiful, and the gentle lull of his instrument (today, he felt like acoustic guitar) almost always put you to sleep while you're sitting in the corner of the room with his jacket over you like a blanket. it's like being gently guided into a deep sleep, and by god you needed it considering how overworked you were almost all the time. it's warm and safe. you're out in no time.

jooyeon's just about to wrap up when he checks the time. 11 pm. he did not mean to go this late. the other members had waved a goodbye to him what feels like just a moment ago, but in reality it was about two hours. and then he remembers, oh yeah my girlfriend is here, and he's about to ask you if you're ready to head out when he sees your eyes shut, slumped peacefully against the wall.

he feels bad that he made you sit and wait so long. truthfully, he was just so into an idea for a potential song that he lost track of time. he very gently puts the guitar back into the case and gets up, approaching your sleeping figure. he tries his best, for once in his life, to be quiet so he doesn't disturb you. he crouches down onto his knees, resting his cheek against his arms as he looks at you. if anyone were to walk by and see his face they could tell just how in love he was with you.

god, you're pretty. too pretty, the thinks to himself as he watches the way your soft lips are slightly parted as you breathe. he never thought in his twenty two years of life he'd ever care about such a thing but here he was, head over heels for a girl who can't stop biting him.

(and he wonders how you're even able to sleep in such an uncomfortable position. doesn't that hurt your neck?)

gently he taps your arm, and when you don't wake up he grabs your wrist and shakes it a little harder. you were tired, but not tired enough to be able to sleep through that. soon enough you were trying to blink the moisture back into your eyes after having such a good nap.

you slur your words with a small groan of displeasure, "mmn ... joo, are you done ... ?"

he hums in agreement, "mhm, yeah. i'm sorry it took so long." he smiles a bit at how your hair is messed up on one side as you squint at him, trying to readjust to the light.

it would be pretty easy to just stand up right now and grab your things so you both could go home. your bag is right there. but instead, the menace that you are, decide to wrap yourself up tighter in jooyeon's jacket and rest your head back against the wall. you catch the faint smell of his cologne on the jacket as you snuggle into it again.

he looks at you with an unamused pout. "hey."

"just ... mmmfive more minutes ..."

"god, and i'm the sleepyhead?" he scoffs at you, "we gotta go, y'know."

bantering with him was starting to wake you up but you were weirdly comfortable in a way, and taking the fact that you also liked to cause problems for him into consideration, still didn't get up. "you're just mad i napped without you." you don't hide your languid smile.

he decides to convince you with a cheeky remark, "i'll give you a reward if you get up."

"like what?"

"hmm ... how about a kiss?" he slightly sticks out his tongue, trying to give you a playfully flirty expression. his eyebrow raises at you suggestively.

silence. you open your eyes solely to give him a look of disinterest and slight disapproval.

"you could at least go along with it," he whines. but truthfully, he knew that wouldn't work. he's already onto his next mode of convincing. what's the next key to your heart if not for him?

"we can make instant noodles if we get back in time before bed."

by now you're fully awake and shoot him a scrutinizing squint from your unmoving position against the wall. "the buldak or the shin ramyun? choose wisely."

"hmmm ... buldak."

this sparks your interest. "good choice," your tone reflects your immediate approval, "okay, just help me up first," you make grabby hands at him to signal for him to come closer and pull you up. he rolls his eyes at your enthusiasm for the food rather than his affection, yet even if you act silly and intentionally stubborn he still does everything you ask him to just to make you happy.

and happy you are, because he falls right into your trap. before he can lift you up, you grab him by the arms with unexpected force and he almost falls on top of you if not for his quick reflexes. he has both hands on the arm rests of the chair that you're in, hovering above you just inches away from your face. he looks at you in surprise as the adrenaline from the reflexes kicks in.

you grin. "i lied, i want the kiss." you squeeze your eyes shut and purse your lips into a comedic duck-lipped, kissy face. it doesn't last long because after you feel nothing, your eyes flutter open, already giggling at how dumb and annoying you're acting. he looks like he cannot fathom how you're acting right now.

you think he's not going to do it and begin to shift your body up and out of the seat, but you're stopped half way.

"you are so frustrating, you know that," he reprimands you with a slight growl before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. it's clear he savors the feeling despite how he feigns annoyance. you can't ever let him know he caught you by surprise and how your stomach does a flip, because he would never let you live it down.

after a moment you regain your composure (the best you can mid kiss), exceedingly satisfied with how quickly he bends to your will. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him further into you, indulging in the feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours. he has to steady himself by pressing his knee into the seat, right between your legs and he makes a little noise into your mouth out of surprise. you just can't help yourself if he's going to be that cute. you know that he knows this, and how that aggravates him as someone who claims to be the epitome of manliness.

what was supposed to be a quick peck turns into something more—suddenly he is hungrier for your taste after being provoked so much, turning it into an open mouthed kiss and then a slow, heated make-out session on the well worn armchair of the studio. it's hot. his breath mingles with yours. despite your consistent teasing you are more than willing to melt into his touch. your heart races at the feeling of him searching, wanting more from the heat of your mouth at such a slow and sleepy pace. you quickly feel your face heating up, following his move and willing to give him whatever he wanted from your lips. your hands roam around the expanse of his back and it feels like this moment could last forever.

as soon as you part you look at his love-stricken expression, eyes half-lidded and giving you a crooked smile as he presses his forehead into yours, breathing heavy. his lips are little swollen and pink in the aftermath. you can't help yourself from smiling too, gently running your hands through his hair and twirling bits into your fingers with a satisfied hum. your first thought was that he was so beautiful, and so, so sweet. being with him was thrilling, even if you were doing something as silly as making out like teenagers skipping class.

you're looking at his face like this is the last day you'll ever see it, just admiring how gorgeous he is. he giggles and you feel the faint breath on your cheek. "what?" he gives you a toothy grin, his voice low and raspy and delirious as if he was drunk on your taste alone.

your voice comes out small yet so in love, "'ts nothing. i just like you." which is just scratching the surface of how much you really felt about him.

he looks deep into your eyes, roaming throughout the specks of light that swim through your irises, gives you one last quick peck. "i like you too."

you smile. you know that no matter how silly or stubborn you are he would always be by your side. even when you refuse to get up and he has to coerce you to, even when you spontaneously can't get your hands off each other. you realize the mushy feelings that are bubbling in your throat and threaten to come out as happy tears. in order to break the tension, you joke, "can we still make instant noodles?"

and he laughs, and you feel the warm vibrations against your body, "yes. we can still make the noodles. promise no veggies though."

finally, the two of you get up from the armchair and he's cheesy about it. he grabs your hand, pulls you up into him and spins you. you're always ready to be silly and sappy with him, so you make sure to make a show out of it, all while snickering about how gross it all is. and finally, you make your way home. you think about how good the ramen is going to be. you think about how good it feels, right now, to walk home with him, hand in hand in the cold air of night.

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#just some extra cheesy sappy fluff #hopefully reader wasnt too much in this fic i lowkey think i give her too much personality sometimes LOLL #the ramen is based off of my own experience theres probably way more popular ramen in KR ???#xdinary heroes imagines #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #fluff #making out #jooyeon x reader #jooyeon imagines #i wasn't going to upload this but i wanted to write something fun and happy to combat the shitty news in the us rn </3 #kinda obvious to say that i am very sad but i am also not going to give up hope #and i have more thoughts but it doesnt have to be under a fluff fanfiction HAHA just. im not gna give up hope

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kanmom51 · 1 year ago

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JK live 23 September 2023 (NYC)

20:11 or 8:11 pm EST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

24 September 2023 9:11 am KST.

Coincidence? Starting the live at 8:11? I think not.

And not the first time he goes live at that time either.

So yeah, JK came live at 8:11 and ended the live at 13:23 minutes.

13 again? Coincidence again? Given that he said his goodbyes at around the 12 minute mark and then waited (?) for it to reach 13? Maybe. Fact is it did.

OMG, he opens up the live like this:

He's so damn adorable.

And it's a Bratz lip gloss, lol.

How can you not love him?

Anyway, JK starts the live saying long time no see and with talk about 3D coming out on the 29th. He tells us how it was his idea to add the clip at the end of the GCF performance, but someone ruined the surprise by running it during the rehearsals, which they obviously weren't supposed to. Oopsy. Spoiler king was spoilered. Lol.

He is a little fidgety, feels like he's doing the live cause he needs to, rather than really wants to... just a feeling I had.

JK says that as much as he was busy he actually did have time to come to us live, but, and this is where JK has decided to place the boundaries that he himself kind of tore down just a little while ago - he talks about there having to be a push and pull, but I guess he realised, perhaps with some help from others, that tearing down those walls between himself and us has also created an expectation from some fans for more, too much. Also, there needs to be some mystery (he was probably told) and leave the fans with a want for more...

I don't think this is the end of the JK we came to know and love the past few months, but I do think that he is trying to re-assess and set some boundaries between the artist that he is and us as fans.

And truthfully, let's be real here for a sec. Us, the fans, we were kind of a filler in. When the real thing is there, and the time to enlistment is getting shorter and shorter, and there is a choice between the two, who do you think he will choose? A 3 hour live with us or a sleepover with JM? I really don't think the choice is such a difficult one. Do you?

JK asks how the performance was. Hasn't monitored it yet (oh, and believe me when he does he's going to be hard on himself). And yet, even though he heard from fans they liked it, he feels he did better at rehearsal. Says it's a jynx. On the day of the performance his throat got dried up. It's called anxiety or nerves JK. If only there was someone there with him to calm those nerves...

And before you come at me, yes. I do feel he was anxious. He was a little closed up and distant as well. The enormity of it. The having to speak English. The being there ALONE. There were these little moments of disconnect during the performance. Maybe if he would have started his set with the more lively songs it would have helped, but if only there was someone there to support him and calm him, that dryness in the throat he talks about... yeah, non existent. My opinion. Fight me.

Then Jin shows up in the comment.

I mentioned that it felt like he did the live because he had to (after the performance and the 3D teasers dropping). Jin showing up in the comments, his reaction, felt like relief in a sense. He was really happy.

He saw one of the members commented, went in to see who it was and was really happy to see him.

The whole interaction between them was so older and younger brother, lol.

Jin with the "stop touching your hair", the whole call me convo (JK saying the times aren't lining up him being overseas and Jin answering with him texting Jhope 300 messages a day, as in "you ass, you can always send me a message instead", lol).

Watch the interaction here:

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What did I take from the interaction with Jin?

First of all, that JK was really happy to see him. Not JM level happy, of course, but really happy. Do I say what I'm thinking? About members showing up in his comments and his reaction to them? Nah. In this instance I will take the fifth.

Second, we get it straight out of the horses mouth: JK is enlisting soon. Not like we didn't know it already. Like seriously. But there are those, solos mainly, that seem to still think that JK won't be enlisting with the others. Well, JK made it abundantly clear in that conversation that he's definitely enlisting and it's happening soon. It's the "I'll be joining that party soon" (as in the Jin and Jhope army party) and it's in the "you'll be out while we're still in so take care of Army until we're done" whole convo as well.

Anyway, you gotta love Jin.

Moving on.

JK tells us that 3D is different from Seven - and to look forward to it.

Wanted to thank army that came to the concert, thank K army for taking the time and supporting him.

29th September is Choseok. JK says the reason the song is released that day is he thinks we will like it more. Ok, yeah. Not the tight schedule and looming enlistment. Well, he does hint about it. Starting up about the reason it's hurried, and why he's been in a hurry, but leaves it up to our imagination. I guess we know, right? If they want to be back by mid 2025 enlistment needs to happen by at the latest start of 2024. And in the little time left he has the single and an album to release. And my guess is there is more too. Some set for before enlistment, some set to land while they are away. JM and him.

He asks "what's after this? what is it?" laughingly answering "your curious, right?"

"What is it? I am really looking forward to it." he says cheekily.

Then he says he's working hard in preparing something for us.

And then he looks down and finds the exact comment he wants to answer:

The Weverse translation is a little different.

The gist is the same.

We have JK recognizing a JM comment and answering it specifically. And I say specifically because there were PLENTY of Tae comments in his live. Layover, Tae, Slow dance, screaming at him to just say a god damn thing about Tae's album or releases. But our man, he stood fast, lol.

And don't get me wrong, I don't think he doesn't support Tae or want him to succeed. He's his bandmate and friend. But you know what he ain't, is his boyfriend. That is the one and only Mr. Park Jimin. So, it's not that JK doesn't care, it's that Tae just ain't on his mind. Wasn't it Tae that used to say, repeatedly, that JK just ignores him? Lol. But even if Tae isn't on his mind, the comments, they can definitley serve as a fucking annoying reminder. Which JK chooses very loudly to ignore. And making a statement of sorts while doing so, by reacting, out of all of those comments, to the one relating to JM.

That's what I call a big ass JK FUCK YOU to the cult.

Anyway, we were talking about JK's reaction. And when you talk about reactions you look not only at the verbal but also the body language.

The way he leans in to read the comment once he recognizes it's about JM.

The way he does that head tilt when talking about JM's dancing.

The neck crack.

The hand gesture.

Let's talk about the hand gesture for a second here.

Man knows the choreography. That hand gesture was him doing part of the choreo. Muscle memory. And his eyes and facial expression.

Also, have a look at this:

Ok, so it is funny how JK knew JM posted to IG and watched it as well... You know, considering the man told us he not only deleted his own IG account but deleted the app from his phone all together...

Thing is man monitors SM. We know that!! You think he wouldn't have seen it on Twitter? Or TikTok? JM's dance is all over the place. So yeah, my initial thought was: hey, how did he see it without an IG account? But then, you know, when common sense took over, I realised he could have seen it ANYWHERE. We know he monitors. We assume he monitors JM and Jikook accounts. He would have seen it either way.

But in any case, as I mentioned, this wouldn't have been the first and only time he has seen this choreo or dance.

JK continues to tell us he's going out for diner with staff. A good reason indeed to end the live (that like I said, he wasn't in the feels for).

And continues telling us to be curious.

Didn't someone tell him curiosity killed the cat?

At the end of the live JK makes us know he's monitoring SM (like I said before, something we already knew). He knows what fans are saying. He talks about the good. And he is thankful for those kind words.

But he also sees the bad. We know it!!

Ooh, btw, do we talk about that ring JK was wearing?

This is the second time around we have him wearing this kind of ring.

Interesting.

So to sum it up:

In those 13 minutes and a bit of his live, he mostly spoke about the performance, 3D coming out, talked to Jin in the comments and answered the comment that happened to be about JM.

I guess that wraps it up.

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Weverse live #JK 3D #Jikook #kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

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explosionkatsu · 2 years ago

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"Age doesn't matter" 4

Dad!Bakugou x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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After his shift, Eijirou headed towards his office and changed into his casual attire. It's an uneventful shift which Eijirou was glad about since it meant no one got hurt. But he couldn't stop thinking about Katsuki and his well-being.

Being a hero means helping as much as you can even if it costs you to offer up your life. So if it takes him eternally to find the person who caused this misery to his friend, he will.

Thinking about this made Eijirou's blood boil. It makes him think back to the day Katsuki introduced her to them. At first, he thought she was a fine woman who doesn't care about Katsuki's status, and wealth. But as the day goes by, he started noticing the changes in his friend. It even got to the point that Katsuki had to miss work just for him to buy her desires. Materialistic desires.

How dare she manipulate his best friend.

How dare she steal his wealth.

How dare she fool around while Katsuki's working his ass off.

How dare she leave him and their child behind.

Thinking about this made Eijirou desperate and arrest her right away. But that isn't logical thinking. He knew he needed to know her side first. He needed to know why she does that.

After Eijirou wrapped up, he put his suit where the agency will cleanse it. He bid everyone goodbye with a smile before departing the building. His smile suddenly slips as he fishes his phone from his pocket. Grasping it firmly, he doubled taps the screen seeing his phone lit up. His finger dances on the screen as he dials a familiar number before placing the phone near his ear and waiting for the other line to answer.

"Hello?"

"Ah hey! How are you doing?" Eijirou smiled as he began walking.

"Kirishima. I didn't expect you to call.”

"Haha, yeah. Today's uneventful so my shift ended quite early." Eijirou said scratching his head.

"So, what's up?"

Eijirou's smile disappears again, "I'll get frankly to the topic." He said with a serious voice, "I hope you have useful news."

The person at the other line raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Ah. Yes actually. You'll be shocked."

"What is it?" Eijirou asked making him stop walking.

"She's actually still in the city."

"Okay, class. It’s already 4 pm. That's all for today. You may only leave when your parents showed up to pick you up." Ms. Y/n smiled as she started assembling her items.

One by one, the parents show up greeting her before they took their child and leave. The only one left is Kazui who's busily sketching random stuff on a piece of paper.

The fact that Kazui knew someone would pick him up but probably late made Ms. Y/n feel sad. He’s too young to experience this kind of thing. That is also why she mentioned to Mr. Bakugou that she used to be a babysitter so that she can officially take care of Kazui.

Taking a huge breath, Ms. Y/n made her way to Kazui who hasn't noticed her yet. Once she reached his side, she knelt down and tap him on his shoulder trying to get his attention which worked.

“Ms. Y/n?” Kazuo looked at her curiously as he stopped doodling.

“Will anyone pick you up?” Ms. Y/n asked. She ought to know if someone will pick him up so that she’ll know if they had to wait or she’ll take him with her.

Kazuo looked down at his paper sadly. “Papa didn't mention he’ll pick me up, not grandma.” He mumbled.

His tone of voice causes Ms. Y/n’s heart to ache. So without further ado, she gathers her things, as well as Kazui’s, and motioned him to follow her.

“Ms. Y/n, where are we going?” Kazui asked as he watches his teacher locking their classroom door.

“I’ll take you to my apartment again. But I need to message your grandparents first, or your papa to let them know you’re with me.” Ms. Y/n smiled down at Kazui who smiled at her excitedly.

“Really!? Do I get to watch you cook again?!” Kazui beamed and followed Ms. Y/n way to the teacher’s office where she has her things.

“Of course.” Ms. Y/n giggled seeing Kazui's eyes sparkling.

Once Ms. Y/n finished packing the things she needed to work on her home and messaging Kazui’s guardian, she wave to her co-teachers, telling them she’ll take her leave.

Ms. Y/n felt Kazui’s hand grasp her skirt making her look down. This must be how Kazui is to Mr. Bakugou. So she took his hand and held it giving Kazui a gentle smile.

“What do you want for dinner, dear?” Ms. Y/n asked as they both headed to the exit door.

Kazui released a humming sound as if thinking, making Ms. Y/n chuckle as she watches him.

“Can we have Hamburger Steak?” Kazui looked up at her showing his beautiful velvet eyes as he waited for her to answer.

“Mhhmm.” Ms. Y/n pretended to think, placing her pointer finger on her pouting lips. “Alright.” She smiled.

“Yay!!”

It was now 6 pm in the evening and Katsuki just finished his shift. He's glad and pissed at the same time that today was slow. No villain attacks or what so ever.

As he made his way to his agency, Katsuki took this chance to check his phone. Seeing a lot of notifications from his old mentor, his parents, and Kazui’s school. Of course, he clicked the one concerning his child.

When the message showed on his screen, he reads it carefully. Although, the content of the message made him facepalm. He forgot to inform Kazui’s teacher he’ll pick him up late. Boy, he was glad Kazui’s teacher is considerate enough to look after Kazui while he was on duty.

She’s been taking care of his child for a while now since they both got closer and she even bring his child to her apartment, waiting for someone to pick him up. He was glad someone was giving him a helping hand.

When Katsuki reached his office, he kept reminding himself to bring a gift as a thank you to Ms. Y/n for taking care of his child.

After they both went to the supermarket to get the ingredients needed for their dinner, Ms. Y/n went to the beverage area and added a small bottle of sparkling grape juice for herself and a pair of orange juice boxes for Kazui. She paid everything to the cashier and walk their way to her apartment which isn't that far from the school.

When they entered her apartment, Kazui took the bags from Ms. Y/n, helping her to place them on the counter which he could barely reach.

Ms. Y/n giggled at this and thanked Kazui before going to her bedroom and changing into comfortable clothes. After changing, she made her way to her kitchen and started preparing.

“Ms. Y/n?” Kazuo called out while he sat on the counter top where he could watch Ms. Y/n cook. But of course, away from the stove.

“Yes, sweetie?” Ms. Y/n answered while she focuses on mixing the contents needed for the burger steak.

“Are you single?”

Ms. Y/n halt her movement, blinking confusedly before turning her head to look at Kazui. “Where did this come from?”

“Well, I don't see any other pictures in here. Only your picture and a family picture right there.” Kazui said raising his hand to point where he saw the picture.

Observant. The word that came up in Ms. Y/n's mind. She knew Kazui’s smart. She witnessed how he can effortlessly solve any problem written on the blackboard. Especially when it's a situational problem. No, she didn't teach these kinds of problems to her students. But when she saw Kazui’s ability, she decided to test it out. That's where she found out about Kazui’s sharp thinking. Maybe it was because he was the child of the number 2 hero? Was he teaching his child these things? She’ll never know.

“Haha. I am single. And why are you asking this, huh?” Ms. Y/n eyes Kazui suspiciously and is playful at the same time. “Are you going to ask me out?”

Kazui’s face turns red and seeing this reaction made Ms. Y/n laugh.

“I’m kidding.” Ms. Y/n said giggling and continue preparing their dinner.

“C-can I ask you a question?” Kazui was looking at his feet when he said this.

“Go ahead, sweetie.” Ms. Y/n spoke out gently as she started shaping the burger steak.

“Can you be my mama?”

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #bnha bakugou

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madelineswrld09 · 9 months ago

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hiii! i just wanted to make a request for bill kaulitz cause he’s very hot 😁

So basically this will be like an enemy to lovers kinda thing. Bill hates y/n and he bullies her a lot but when he gets home he has some fantasies about her 😏.

Bill isn’t doing good in school so his teachers told y/n to tutor him, when they both got told who they were going to be with erm they were kinda arguing with the teacher and each other. When y/n enters bills house she doesn’t see him and goes to his room,

she hears groans and whimpers coming from the slightly opened room and then you know she obviously helps bill because she likes him. 😁

fuck you- bill kaulitz

(a/n- sorry this is so late i didn’t see it!!)

Tuesday, 2nd period math class.

as y/n enters class late, she takes her seat, which happens to be across from bill kaulitz. bill gives y/n a look of disapproval, and slouches in his seat. as the bell rings for the class to end, y/n packs up her things and starts to walk out the classroom. bill pushes past her. “what the fuck is your problem with me?” y/n yells at bill in a sassy tone. “what the fuck is your problem with me?” bill mimics her copying her girly voice. y/n scoffs and walks home since the school day is over.

bill’s pov-

it’s currently 11:00 pm right now and me and the band just finished practice. I change into sweatpants and get into bed. I cant stop thinking about y/n. yes, i do “hate her” but she’s so damn hot. her bitchy but sexy voice won’t leave my head. I only am mean to her because i think she’s hot. I don’t want to admit it but I do.

it’s now 2am and I wake up with a hard on. I rub my eyes trying to remember my dream. Then it hit me, I had a dream about hooking up with y/n. yk when you wake up from a really realistic dream that felt real?. that’s what it felt like. I needed her. and fast. I needed to figure out a way to have her.

I went back to sleep and tried to forget about the dream i just had.

back to y/n’s pov.

9:00 am. It’s 1st period and I have physics… with bill. i roll my eyes as i can see bill a next to me staring at me.

after class, the teacher calls both me and bill up to her desk. “bill, i was talking to your mom and we agreed that your grades are dropping, so I thought y/n could tutor you since she’s a very smart girl!” she teacher says. me and bill both look at each other in disgust. “no way!” we both say. “i’m not being tutored by a girl, especially not y/n” bill says. “well you obviously need someone smart to tutor you, and y/n is one of the smartest in the class. to either you fail my class, or you let her tutor you” she says. bill looks me up and down with his arms crossed. “fine.” he finally gives in. but i’m seriously done with her after this” he says. “so will you y/n?” the teacher asks. “i guess.” y/n says. “great! you can start after school today” the teacher says.

I walk out of class angry, bill follows behind me. he pushes me near the wall “what now?” i say. “come at like 5 today. k?” he says. “k”. i say dryly. he gives me his address and i go to my next class.

I get home and get ready to go to bills house. although i’m not very happy about having to tutor my bully, I’ll admit he’s really, like really cute. i’ve always had a little crush on him. he’s super attractive and i think the bitchyness makes him even more hot.

y/n puts on a pair of sweats and a tube top. and starts to head over to bills house.

I get to bills house and Knock on the door. no answer. I swear to god if he doesn’t answer the door. i walked all the way here.

I push on the handle to see if it’s unlocked, I walk in and call out his name. “bill??” I get to reply. I’ve been to his house one because me and his brother tom are chill, so I think i know where bills room is. as I walk down the hallway closer to bills room, I hear groaning, and heavy breathing. i’m guessing maybe he’s just working out..? I open his door to see him with his d in his hands, his head is thrown back “bill?” I say shocked and a bit turned on by the sight in front of me. “shit!!” bill yells pulling up his pants. I walk over to bill and sit on the edge of the bed a next to him. “what were you doing?” i ask. “ shit you didn’t see anything” he reply’s, obviously embarrassed that I saw him jerking off. his shirt is off and his makeup is a mess. I pull at his waist band. “well do you need help with that before i help you with schoolwork?” he sits up and bit and the only thing that leaves his mouth is a small “mhm” he bites his lip. I straddle my legs on him and pull his waistband down, kissing his star tattoo. I pull his pants all the way down to reveal his hard on. I put the tip in my mouth and start to push my head up and down. “fuck y/n” is all he can get out of his mouth. his hand pushes my head deeper onto him. “jesus christ..” he groans. as his eyes are closed I start to pull down my own pants and slowly put myself into him. he hasn’t even noticed yet. as i lower myself onto him he opens his eyes “damn y/n please” I lower myself all the way and start going up and down on him. I place small hickeys on his chest. the pace picks up. “i can’t hold on any longer y/n, im gonna come” he says.

he cums in me and i come to. i flop over a next to him. “not what you were expecting huh?” i say to him in that cute bitchy/girly voice he likes. “holy. shit y/n” is all that can leave his mouth.

he takes me in his arms and we both fall asleep.

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #smut #tokio hotel smut #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz x female reader

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sbizz25 · 3 months ago

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Chp 2

Chapter 2

The team was talking to Y/n to try to get to know her better but Damian stood up from the couch and Beast Boy was in front of Damian.

Beast Boy: “Woah and your hair Y/n is So pretty — OwW”. Damian pushed Beast Boy out of his way and Beast Boy fell on the floor.

Blue Beetle: “Yo Beast Boy are you okay??”, reaching out his hand to help him out.

Beast Boy: “Yeah I’m fine”, rubbing his butt and then he looked at Damian. “Hey! What the hell was that for?!”. Damian just glared at Beast Boy.

Damian: “All of y’all need to stop fooling around and get back to your room soon cause we have a big day tomorrow! And Beast Boy stop flirting with the newbie”. And he turned to Y/n and pointed at her. “And you don't think that just because NightWing told me to train you doesn't mean that I’m going to, Good Night, I’m leaving”. He was walking out of the room and heading towards his room.

Blue Beetle: “Jesus what’s his problem??”, Raven turns to you and pats your shoulder.

Raven: “Don’t worry about him, he isn't that bad of a person plus we’ll be here to help you out with training”.

Blue Beetle: “ Yeah if you want I can help you tomorrow morning ?”, Y/n writes down on the tablet and says “Yes! I’m down to train with you Blue Beetle”.

Blue Beetle: “Great I can't wait, we can meet at the training room–”, Starfire claps her hands together

Starfire: “Alright kids it is 11:30 pm, we all need to go to bed, we have an early day”

Beast Boy: “Aww man we’re just—”, Starfire turned around and Death glared at him “Ha ha– I mean yeah we’re just going to bed”. All the team went into their rooms. Y/n walked into her room, closed the door, and looked around the room.

Y/n mind: “Wow this has so much more stuff and space unlike my old room”.

She walks to the window to look outside. “Woah this is a nice ass view, has a backyard or field and looks good with all the grass and trees and flowers all around it”. Y/n goes to her bed and hops onto it “God damn even the bed is hella soft so much better than having a thin mattress and a bed hard like a rock”. She grabs the blankets, wraps herself up with them, and puts her head on the pillow. “Hmm so soft and cozy— I think I might just fall asleep soon”. Five minutes passed by and Y/n was dead asleep on her bed when the door of her room opened and someone came in the room.

??: “Jesus she didn't even lock the door, it's like she's asking me to come in”.

Damian closes the door behind him and he walks up to Y/n where she is sleeping. He is standing right next to her looking straight down at her.

Damian mind: “Look at her, Sleeping peacefully”. His hand reaches out to touch her hair. “Look at this hair, this color looks ugly and horrendous”. His hands move her hair out of her face so he can look at it better and puts her hair behind her ear. He holds onto the end of the lock of her hair and with his thumbs caresses it. “But the hair does feel very soft, such a shame that I have to cut it. He takes a pair of scissors from his pockets harshly, pulls on her hair tightly, snips off a bit, and puts it in a plastic bag. “I’m going to keep this just for information purposes”. Y/n started to move around but she was still sound asleep. Damian did not move an inch until he knew the coast was clear.

Damian mind: “Shit that was a close call, I need to hurry up and finish what I had to do”. His hand moves her hair out of the way so her neck can be exposed. He takes out a small box and opens it up, there's a needle. “Alright, the snowflake this won't hurt a bit”, his finger flickering the tube getting it ready for the shot. “It will just be a tiny sting, I just need to know where you are at all times and this thing will help me out”. With one of his hands, he squeezed a bit of her neck and aime the needle at her neck and slowly put it inside her skin injecting the microchip inside of her and pulling out the needle once he was done. Y/n quickly woke up and her hands slapped her neck, on the part where the needle was inserted.

Y/n mind: “Oww what was that? Did something just bite me?”, she looks around the room and sees nothing and quickly goes back to sleep. Damian was right behind the door holding onto his breath and not moving a single bone. He looks back at Y/n watching her sleep and once the coast is clear he shuts the bedroom door.

Damian: “Phew that was a close one but at least now it's done and I need to check and see if it worked”. Pulls out his phone, goes into the app, and sees if the microchip worked. On the screen, it pops up Y/n’s name showing her location. “Good, the chipped worked out perfectly”.

??: “What worked perfectly?”. Damian quickly puts his phone away in his pocket and looks up and sees Jaime (Blue Beetle ) wearing his Pjs shirt and shorts and holding a cup of water.

Damian: “Ohh it's you, well it's none of your business”. Jaime looked at him confused and concerned.

Blue Beetle: “Eh okay if that's what you say so”, takes a sip of his water “Also we’re going to train with Y/n tomorrow if you wanna join in ?”

Damian: “ I’ll think about it”

Blue Beetle: “Okay then see you around then”.

~~~~~~Next Morning ~~~~~~

Y/n was still sleeping soundly when she started to sniff the air a couple of times, she woke up.

Y/n mind: “What is that smell, it smells hella good”. She gets up from her bed and opens the door and just keeps following the scent to where it's coming from. She arrives at the kitchen and sees Night Wing wearing porn and at the stove cooking food.

??: “Ohh Y/n you’re finally up ?!”. Y/n turns to the right and sees Starfire on a chair eating at the kitchen table. “How did you sleep last night?”. Y/n writes down on the tablet and shows it to her “I slept pretty good, What's that good smell? Is it the food??”.

Starfire: “Ohh yeah Nightwing is cooking some pancakes for breakfast”, Pulls out a chair, “Here have a seat, I'll bring you some pancakes so you can eat”. Y/n sits at the table and hears the rest of the team coming to the kitchen. Beast Boy stretching his arms up in the air.

Beast Boy: “Hmm hmm hmm What are you guys cooking??”

Nightwing: “It's about time you guys woke up!”

Blue Beetle: “Sorry sir it won't happen again”. Blue Beetle and Raven sit down at the table with their pancakes.

Starfire: “Here you go sweety, pancakes with syrup, Ooh Would you like some orange juice?”. Y/n writes down “Thank you and Yes please”. “Alright then coming right up”.

Starfire goes up to the kitchen counter which is nearby where Nightwing is cooking. She grabbed some cups from the drawer.

Raven: “Starfire Can I have some orange juice too?”

Blue Beetle: “Ohh yeah me too please”.

Starfire: “Yeah sure coming right up”. Beast Boy walks up to Nightwing.

Beast Boy: “Heyyyy Nightwingggg”, “What do you want Beast Boy”, “Did you make some vegan pancakes for me??”, “Of course, I did it in that pot”, “Okay thank you!”.

Nightwing sees Starfire grabbing a bunch of cups and struggling to open the fridge with 2 fingers.

Nightwing: “Here Star, let me help, you go pass out the cups and I’ll hand out the juice”. He opens the fridge and grabs the juice. While he was pouring out the juice he saw everyone there except for Damian.

Nightwing: “Have y’all seen Damian??”.

Blue Beetle: “Hmm I’m not sure, I think he might be in the training room training”, “Hmm okay thank you”. Meanwhile, the team was eating breakfast, and Damian was practicing in the training room. He used the control room to make hologram robots so he could fight them. He will be using his sword to fight.

Damian: “Ughh”, swinging his sword at the robot's hologram, slicing its head off when the other robot was trying to shoot at him, bullets coming from its arms. Damian dodged the bullets, ran around the area, and then jumped in the air grabbing his sword with both of his hands. “Ahh take this!”, He cut its arm off but then the robot attacked Damian’s head with its other arm but He quickly ducked down. Then using his word he swung up, slicing its other arm off. “Ha nice try android”, He jumped in the air again and spun the robot on its chest, knocking it down on the ground. He started to walk up to the robot’s face and smashed it's face with his foot, shattering it and killing it. “That was too easy”. Grabbing a water bottle, chugging it, and wiping off the sweat from his face.

Starfire: “Good job Damian! Keep up the good work!”. Damian looked and saw the whole team walking into the training room. Damian rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue “tsk” and ignored them, grabbed a towel, and sat on the floor leaning on the wall.

Beast Boy: “Damn Damian, you have been using the training room for a while, can we have a turn?”

Damian: “I don't care, go ahead”, putting the towel over his face, covering his eyes.

Starfire: “Okay guys don't forget to stretch before you do any type of combat or training, I'll be in the control room, just tell me if you want me to change anything or levels for the holograms, or if you need anything just let me know”. Everyone gave her a thumbs up, and Starfire walked away into the room. Beast Boy and Raven got paired up for stretching.

Y/n min: “Woah the training room looks so high-tech”.

??: “Hey do you wanna be my training partner for today?”, putting his hands out. Y/n looked at who was talking to her and it was Blue Beetle. She smiles at him, nods yes, and grabs his hand. Beast Boy and Raven were bust helping each other stretch.

Blue Beetle : “Okay!, ¿estás lista para tu primer día de entrenamiento?” ( are you ready for your first day of training?). Y/n stopped and froze and looked at the Blue Beetle. He stopped walking and looked at Y/n.

Blue Beetle: “Hey Y/n why did you stop?”. Y/n quickly grabbed the tablet and showed it to him. “Wait, tú también sabes español?”, Blue Beetle looked at Y/n with wide eyes, “Oh My God, Twinses!!”. They both held hands and jumped around happily, Blue Beetle was squeaking in excitement. Damian lifted the towel off his eyes and saw what all that noise was about. He sees Blue Beetle pulling Y/n into a hug.

Blue Beetle: “ I finally have a Spanish-speaking buddy!”. Damian’s eyes were wide up and quickly took off the towel on his face and accidentally hit the wall too hard with his hand and made a loud bang noise. Everyone turned around to look at him.

Beast Boy: “Hey are you okay man—”

Damian: “Shouldn’t you guys be training and not fooling around?!!” yelling at them while looking straight at Blue Beetle with a mad face. Blue Beetle gets out of the hug.

Blue Beetle: “ Okay let’s start training”, He walks up to a barrel to grab one wooden staff and hands it to Y/n. “Have you tried fighting with a staff before?”. Y/n is Holding the staff and moving her head from side to side saying no.

Blue Beetle: “Well that's okay we can teach it to you?”. Y/n writes down “We?”. “Ohh yeah, I forgot to introduce you to Scarab”. Blue Beetle transforms into his hero armor and Y/n is surprised and takes a step back.

Blue Beetle: “It's okay, don't be scared”, he turns around and points to the big beetle that's on his back, “This is Scarab, this little guy is the one that gives me powers and this sweet ass suit, Scrub makes me a sword”. He creates a sword on his right arm. “Okay, you wanna start holding your staff with both hands at the end of it”. He uses his sword to lift Y/n’s staff in the air so it can be straight up.

Blue Beetle: “Just make sure it’s straight up in the air ready to attack”, He hits the staff lightly, and Y/n almost drops the staff. “Also you have to be holding it nice and tightly so it won't come out of your hands”. Y/n nods and holds the staff tighter this time. “Okay, start swinging left”. She swings left and Blue Beetle swings right. “Okay now go right” She does right and he does left. Damian is just watching them train and judging them.

Damian’s mind: “Does she not know how to fight at all like any combat? Like how did she even ever qualify to make it in the team?”. With Raven and Beast Boy, they were teaming up to fight the robot's holograms. Beast Boy transforms into an elephant to stomp them and Raven is flying around and lifting items and throwing them at them. Y/n got better and used the staff and Blue Beetle decided that she was ready to fight the robots holograms. Then later on, Damian got sick of watching them practice, he got up and started walking towards the control room. He bangs on the window and Starfire looks up and sees Damian, she opens the door.

Starfire: “Yeah what’s up Damian?”, “ Can you switch the hologram robots into a tall pillars battlefield”. “Yeah sure just let me tell the team–”.

Damian: “Never mind I’ll just do it myself”, “Damian wait–”. He goes up to the controllers and switches it into the battlefield with tall pillars.

Beast boy: “Hey! What was that?!”.

Star goes on up on the mic and clicks a button to turn it on, “Hey sorry guys but we’re going to practice this way now”. Damian comes out of the room and walks to the team. “Yeah, I’ll show you how to properly train”. While looking at Y/n

Blue Beetle: “Ohh now you want to join? And help?”

Damian: “I was resting and now since you were helping her on how to fight, I want to test her and see if she learned something from your teachings”.

Blue Beetle whispers under his breath “I'm a pretty good teacher”, Y/n looks at Blue Beetle to see if he's alright. Starfire on the mic, “Anytime time, any day now guys?”.

Blue Beetle: “It’s okay Y/n, you can go, you got this just be careful and fight back just like you did in training”. Y/n nodes and heads towards the battlefield, Damian is already there waiting for her with his sword and Y/n has her staff. The rest of the team was at the end of the room, sitting down and resting and going to watch the battle. Starfire on the mic “ Alright you too, y’all on the pillars—”.

Damian interrupted her “Hurry up so we can start already!”.

Starfire: “Don’t You Rush Me With the Announcements! You Little Shit!”. The room went quiet and studded by Starfire's outburst “Eh hmm”, clearing her throat, “Okay just be careful when you are on the pillars, make sure you’re watching your balance blah blah”. Y/n looks down at the ground.

Y/n mind: “Jesus Christ thor pretty high up, I have to watch my step”

Starfire: “1! 2! 3!Fight!”. Damian quickly sprinted, jumped and headed towards Y/n. She stops looking at the ground and looks up and sees Damian running towards her with anger in his eyes.

Y/n: “ First of all how the fuck is he not falling”, she tried to jump to another pillar “Woah” She almost lost her balance but caught herself in the process. There was shouting in the distance yelling her name.

Blue Beetle: “Be Careful Y/n! Just watch your step!”. She nods and turns around and sees so close to her that he jumps in the air. He grabbed his sword with two hands and struck it down to hit her. She quickly puts her staff in the middle of her to try to protect her from the attack. But Damian’s attack had some strong force to it that she had to jump to the next pillar just to be safe.

Y/n mind: “That was a close one”, she looks down at her staff, “What The Fuck, it got cut in half!!”. Damian quickly starts heading towards Y/n again but she starts running away avoiding his attacks at the same time.

Y/n mind: “He’s trying to kill me!!”. Damian was behind her swinging his swords left and right.

Damian shouted: “Stop Running Away And Fight Me, You Pussy!”.

Y/n mind: “This guy is crazy!! Hell Nahh!”

Starfire on the mic: “Y/n sweety, I know this might sound mean but you have to fight back it's part of the training”.

Blue Beetle mind: “ I don't like this one bit, I just have a bad feeling something is going to happen".Y/n stops running.

Y/n mind: “Okay let’s do this”. Damian swings his sword to the right but Y/n blocks his attack with the two broken staff holding it together.

Damian: “I guess you finally decided to fight back huh”. He pushed the sword harder towards Y/n. She glares back at him madly. “What's wrong? Cat got your tongue”. Y/n got triggered by what he said and kicked him right in the stomach.

Damian: “Arguhh you little bastard”, from the attack, he dropped his sword and hugged his stomach. Y/n took this chance and dropped her broken staff and tried to grab the sword that was on the ground, she bent down but Damian kicked her making her fall on the ground. Then he stepped on her hand hard, rubbing his foot causing her pain.

Damian: “Come on yell, I wanna hear you in pain and beg me to stop”. He goes on top of her.

Y/n mind: “Fuckk this hurts like a bitch”. She tries to donkey kick him but he blocks it.

Damian: “Nope that's not going to work on me this time”. He grabs her arms, putting them behind her back. “Come yell I’m waiting”. Y/n still didn't budge even from all the pain he was causing her.

Damian: “ Fine then if that didn't work”, with his other arm he takes out a small blade from his pocket, and puts it right against her neck. Slowly moving it on her neck, making a small cut on her neck, but still nothing. He decides to drag the blade down to her stomach and then goes under her shirt and slowly starts to go up.

Y/n mind: “Fuck that shit is cold!, I need to think about something”. She moves her head backward hitting Damian right in the nose.

Damian: “OoWW! You shit fuck”. Y/n starts running, trying to get away.

Blue Beetle: “Starfire! This is getting out of hand! Make it stop!”

Starfire on the mic: “Damian please, Don't be aggressive, we're just practicing”. Damian ignored her and threw the knife at Y/n, slicing a part of her leg. She stopped running to hold her wound but Damian was right behind her and tried to throw a punch at her but she quickly dodged it.

Damian: “Come on, use your power on me, if you have any”. She tries to block his attacks but some of them do land on her, and she does fight back as well. Damian did a sidekick, hitting Y/n on the side of her shoulder. Without paying attention Y/n lost focus of where the pillars she was and lost balance. The force from that kick pushed her outside of the pillar.

Blue Beetle: “NO!”. Y/n was about to start falling but she quickly grabbed Damian’s leg, dragging him with her. Blue Beetle quickly activates his armor and its wings and starts to head towards them hoping to catch them. But he didn't get there in time, Y/n hit the floor and Damian fell right on top of her and she heard something crack from her body. He quickly gets up.

Damian: “Hey are you okay—”

Blue Beetle: “What did you do to her!”

Damian: “Nothing I—”, Raven flying falling right behind Blue Beetle. “Is she okay??”

Blue Beetle: “Please scan Y/n to see if she is okay”. The scarab starts scanning “Phew okay it's nothing bad just some cuts and a broken arm”.

Damian mind: “Ohh that was the crack, At least it was an arm nothing too serious”

Blue Beetle: “What is your problem!” yelling at Damian, “Didn't you hear Starfire to tone it down!”

Damian: “Man shut up!”. Starfire steps in “Okay guys that's enough calm down, Raven please take her to the nursing room”.

Raven: “Yes ma'am”

Blue Beetle: “ No it's okay I’ll do it myself”, goes to Y/n slowly picking her up. Y/n quietly crying in pain. “I'm sorry I know it hurts” holds her in a princess carry and walks out of the room, Raven following them behind.

Beast Boy: “Hey I know you have anger issues but this time you kind of took it too far dude”. Some walked into the room.

??: “What did you do this time Damian?”He turns around and sees Nightwing.

Damian: “It's nothing bad, it's just I accidentally hurt Y/n in training”. Night Wing rubs his forehead with his hand.

Nightwing: “Oh my god Damian, these are your teammates, and you have to get along with each other, not kill each other. All I have to say is that you better come up with a good apology to Y/n. I don't want to lose a member because of you”.

Damian: “Yes I understand, it won't happen again sorry”.

Damian mind: “Fuck what am I going to do now”.

(Hey y’all I hope you enjoyed Chp 2, and thank you for your patience :) , chp 3 right up soon)

#ff #batman #damian wayne #dc universe #batfam #damian wayne ff #dc comics #mha

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mi-to-the-a · 1 year ago

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Late Studio

pairing: idol Hongjoong x reader

genre: smut, fluff(ish?)

word count: 779

authors note: Hello, so I wrote this but I'm honestly scared of what you'll think about this. So please don't be quiet and let me know what you think. 🙏🏼

You were very excited when you got a message from your boyfriend Hongjoong...yes THAT Hongjoong from ATEEZ. Long story short you've met at their fan site and going strong since then. He messaged you and asked if you could come over to his studio cause he wanted to play you a song and he couldn't wait any longer. Currently, the time is 11:23 PM and you just walked into the building where his studio is. You went to the elevator to take you upstairs. Once you heard the little ding letting you know that you were on the right floor, your heart skipped a beat. Before you knocked on his door you fixed yourself, took a deep breath, knocked on the door and after you heard him say ''Come in.'' you went in. ''Hi babe.'' you said. ''Hi, baby. Everything's fine?'' he asked while getting up to greet you. ''Yeah everything's fine.'' you answered. ''Glad to hear.'' he put his arms on your hips while you held his forearms. He kissed you gently and hugged you. ''You wanna listen to the song now or should we wait a little and just talk first?'' he asked. ''Yeah you can play it for me now and then we can talk and just enjoy the time together.'' you said softly. ''Okay, you can sit on the couch or you can take the second chair.'' he smiled at you. ''Couch it is.'' you said laughing a little. He smiled and sat down on his chair and clicked a few things. You always saw him on stage but seeing him in the studio was different. He started the song and moved a little bit away from his desk so he could turn his chair towards you to see your reaction. The song started playing and oh my was it not what you expected. The song was slow and sensual. His singing and rapping went well with it. During the whole song, you haven't noticed how your body reacted to it, only after it ended and Hongjoong asked you what you thought about the song, have you noticed your thighs pressing together and how stiff you became. ''Do you not like it?'' he asked you when you didn't answer him the first time. ''No, no, it-it's actually very good, it's just something that you haven't made before.'' you wanted to slap yourself for not speaking properly. ''Yeah, I wanted to try something new, made this and I wanted you to hear it.'' he noticed the way your face was flushed but he didn't want to say anything about it. He crossed his legs under him. ''So you like it?'' he asked you with a smile on his face. ''Umm yea-yeah I like the song. Honestly tell me one song that I don't like of yours? You're an amazing producer.'' you smiled back at him. ''Thank you. I don't know about any song you don't like. Can I get a kiss?'' he asked while pursing his lips in a pout. ''You don't need to ask.'' you stood up from the couch and went to him. You put your hands on both of his cheeks and leaned down. You kissed him gently and started to move away. ''More.'' he said. How could you say no to him? So you leaned down and your lips met again. Then he fixed the way he was sitting so his legs were on the ground and pulled you on his lap. He started peppering your face and neck with kisses and you giggled. After a few minutes of him peppering you with kisses and then slow and gentle kissing, it becomes a make-out session full of hunger, lust, and need. The way he was kissing you and touching your body had you want more. You started to move your hips against his and you noticed how hard he got. He took off your t-shirt and you took off his. Hongjoong stood up and carried you to the couch. He lay you down while he was on top of you, kissing you. ''Tell me if you wanna stop.'' he asked you. ''Don't stop.'' you breathed. After a few minutes all clothes were off and the studio became heavy, filled with breaths, moans, and sounds of skin. Hongjoong started with a fast pace that had you moaning louder and biting your lip so you don't scream. After you both climaxed you just lay there. ''Round two?'' he asked you. ''Aren't you tired?'' you asked him. ''Not with you.'' he kissed you and started moving again but now he set a slow pace while holding each other. ''Mine.'' he whispered. ''Yours.'' you breathed.

#ateez smut #ateez imagines #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong smut

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xxsksxxx · 2 months ago

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Almost Heaven

Summary:

Mulder’s attempt to find more exciting cases to investigate while stuck in the bullpen turns into another weekend trip to the forest.

Meanwhile, Scully is faced with a tempting offer that could change both her future and their lives.

This story is complete, and I’m going to post one chapter a day.

AO3 | Back to the Beginning | @today-in-fic

Chapter 11: Almost Heaven

Washington, D.C. Scully’s apartment Sunday, November 29th, 1998, 9:05 pm

Scully raised her arm and checked her watch for what must’ve been the tenth time in the last hour. With a sigh, she got up from the couch and turned the TV off. It was no use anyway. She’d tried reading, she’d tried cleaning, and she’d even gone through her closet, finally putting all the summer clothes in a suitcase and storing them in her basement. The movie she hadn’t been paying any attention to was just the last straw. Nothing made her stop thinking about calling Mulder.

Just call him, she thought, exasperated with herself. You dropped a bomb on him in the car earlier. You might as well call him now instead of waiting for your usual bedtime conversation.

She’d tried all day to not succumb to the temptation to pick up the phone. If she wanted to keep being in Mulder’s life, things needed to change. She’d drive herself crazy if she kept up being caught in the middle between her hopes and reality. He was her best friend, the person she wanted to find truths with and uncover lies. But she had to learn how to accept that what she felt wasn’t the way he thought about her. He needed her in his life as his touchstone—and she wanted him as her romantic partner. And if she didn’t want to end up getting hurt, she needed to get back to treating him like a friend and not like a potential lover.

The thought that they would never be what she had hoped for only a few days ago, pierced her heart, and she swallowed. I’m not a lovesick teenager. I’m going to be alright, she assured herself. They’d been friends for years, and she had loved their relationship. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to be just as happy if things went back to the way they had been.

She checked her watch again and shook her head at herself. This was getting ridiculous, she was torturing herself for no reason.

With determent steps, Scully walked towards her phone and carried the portable to her living room window, looking outside. The parked cars lining the street were illuminated by the streetlamps, the wet roofs from the earlier November rain reflecting the light like sparkling stars.

For a second, she thought one of the cars looked like Mulder’s and squinted her eyes, trying to check if she could find her partner. You’re losing your mind, Dana, she thought. Stop seeing him everywhere and just call him already. You’re starting to see ghosts!

With a deep sigh, she pressed speed dial 1 and listened to the phone connect. Mulder picked up after the second ring.

“Hello?” he asked, his voice tense. She had been right, Mulder had probably been agonizing all afternoon about their conversation, and she closed her eyes against the sudden realization that she was the cause of his anguish. I should’ve called him right away, she thought guiltily.

“Mulder, it’s me,” she replied quietly, suddenly as anxious as Mulder, even though she didn’t know why.

“Hey, Scully, everything ok?” he asked immediately, and she kept her tone light.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I know this is not our usual time to call. I hope I’m not interrupting whatever you’re doing?”

“No, no, you’re not interrupting. I was just thinking about the case. You were right. The gunmen couldn’t find anything more on the sighting. It turns out Mr. Murphy is kind of known for having seen—,” he trailed off. “Phenomena.” She could hear the defeat in his voice and wished he was sitting in front of her now so she could touch him. With a shake of her head, she ruthlessly squashed that thought. This was exactly what had gotten her into trouble this weekend. He was her friend. Friends didn’t want to stroke each other’s hair, hug and hold each other, kiss, and touch each other’s bodies. With an internal sigh, she admitted to herself that she had still a long way to go before she was truly going to be in a place where she would be ok with just being Mulder’s friend.

She realized she’d been quiet for a while and focused back on Mulder’s breathing coming through the line.

“I’m sorry, Mulder,” she said seriously. Mulder grunted in acknowledgment, both knowing that there wasn’t much to say about the case anymore.

“So, what have you been up to? Did you have a good rest of the day?” he asked tightly, fishing for any information he could about what she was going to do. She heard a crack through the line and realized that he was eating sunflower seeds.

“Not much, did some chores, did a bit of reading. Pretty uneventful.”

“Did the medical journals have any new interesting mutants?” he joked, and she felt warmth spread through her, happy that he knew her this well.

“Nothing that would be considered an X-File, I’m afraid,” she joked back, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. It was going to be alright, she decided.

The crack of another sunflower seed being snapped open came through the line, and she smiled.

“I made a decision, Mulder,” she said calmly, reminding herself why she had called. “I’m not going to take the job offer.”

Mulder didn’t reply, and she felt the urge to fill the silence with an explanation. “I thought about it and tried to imagine what it would be like. And I realized that I couldn't even imagine it.”

She gripped the phone tighter, feeling her sweaty hand slip on the receiver, uncomfortable to be this open about her feelings. “And I thought about everything we’ve experienced, Mulder. All the things I still want to find, the questions I want answers to.” She took a deep breath and soldiered on. “We’ve got things to get done, Mulder. And I don’t want to do it without you either—not even temporarily,” she finished quietly.

There was a long pause, and finally, she could hear Mulder let out a long breath. “I’m glad, Scully,” he said earnestly, and Scully closed her eyes.

“Well, I’ll let you go then, Mulder,” she breathed, the relief making her nearly dizzy. She waited a moment for his reply, but when it didn’t come, she added a soft ’Good night’ and hung up the phone.

Scully placed the receiver back in its place on the side table and made her way into her bathroom, preparing to get ready for bed. She was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of the last few days.

Scully was just brushing her teeth and pulling the jar with her nighttime cream from her cabinet, a headband holding her hair back when a soft knock sounded on her front door, and she turned in surprise.

She hardly got unexpected visitors. At least not the ones that knocked, she thought wryly. The only one who ever dropped by this late was—Mulder. Of course. But how could that be? She’d been on the phone with him only ten minutes ago. There was no way he could’ve driven over here in that short amount of time.

She hurried over to the door, and after a brief check through her door viewer, she pulled it open. “Mulder?”

Mulder pushed past her without looking at her, and she closed the door behind him, turning around in surprise. “How did you get here so fast? Did something happen?”

“I was sitting in my car when you called, trying to get up the nerve to come up here,” he explained, starting to pace her living room. She leaned back against the doorjamb, watching him, her brow furrowed.

He suddenly stopped and turned to her, his eyes brimming with emotion. “Why, Scully?” he asked. “I don’t understand. Why did you even have to make a choice?” He pushed his hair back with his fingers and shook his head. “I just don’t get it. You’ve been the one who’s told me that we shouldn’t give up. That we would get the X-Files back if we played our cards right. And Skinner makes one job offer, and you’re doubting everything?” He looked at her with wide, questioning eyes, and she turned her own eyes to the floor.

How could she explain to him that it wasn’t just about that? She did believe they’d get the X-Files back, but she had felt like that was no longer enough. Not anymore. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, struggling for the right words. How could she explain that she had tricked herself into believing she could have it all this weekend—that she had wanted what Dana dreamed of when she was sitting alone on her sofa on lonely Saturday nights? But that was completely on her. How could he have known? “I don’t know, Mulder. I guess—I guess I just felt—like I wanted something else.”

Mulder watched her wordlessly for a moment. “I thought I had made it clear. Back in my hallway a few months ago,” he began, and her eyes flew up to his. “Not just your importance to the X-Files—but also to me. Personally.” His eyes didn’t shy away from hers, and she could see his anguish. “I thought you felt it too.”

Scully’s eyes searched his face for what he was talking about. Of course, she remembered the hallway and everything that nearly happened there. How could she forget? “Felt what too?”

“Oh, come on, Scully. If I remember correctly, you wanted that kiss just as much as I did. Because if you didn’t, let me tell you, you were sure sending mixed signals!” He put his hands on his hips, his body language a clear challenge.

“Yes, Mulder. Yes, I wanted to kiss you. But what does that have to do with this? Why are you here?”

“I just want to understand! How can you even think about walking away from this, from us after everything—after what I told you—” His voice trailed off, and for a moment Scully could see the young boy he must’ve been. His eyes were huge and sad, and despite his confrontational words, she could still hear the vulnerability in his voice.

She took a step forward and placed her hand on his chest, looking up at him. “I wanted that kiss very much, Mulder. But I just don’t understand you sometimes.”

He leaned closer, almost as if he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t miss a word of what she was saying, and that gave her the courage to go on. “Why did you invite me to come along to West Virginia this weekend?”

“Because the gunmen had found Mr. Murphy’s message on an internet site and his memories of the Mothman seemed accurate,” he explained slowly, clearly still not getting where she was going with this.

Scully nodded, her thoughts confirmed. He’d never intended anything personal to happen during the weekend.

Mulder was still watching her, his eyes darting between hers. But he kept silent, so she tried a different route to make him understand. “Mulder, why did you brush me off last night, when I came over to your motel room?” She searched his face, trying to see the truth in his reaction. But Mulder looked utterly confused.

“Brush you off? What do you mean?”

“When I came over to your room, Mulder, when I asked you if you wanted to take a break, spend time together, go out to dinner, maybe go to the movies?” She realized her voice had started to get an edge to it and took a deep breath to calm herself down. This was not Mulder’s fault, she reminded herself. Just because she had thought he’d finally made a move to turn their almost kiss into a getaway weekend with hopefully a real kiss or two, didn’t mean that’s what had been on his mind.

Mulder’s eyes softened, and he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Because I thought we could maybe spend some time together, looking for that Mothman. Reconnect. Remember how much fun we had when we were investigating these cases? How you’d call me crazy—and then go on a boat with me anyway to find Big Blue?” he smiled sadly. “I wanted to see you smile, and have some fun for a change, instead of all the shit details we’re stuck with every day now.” He placed his palm against the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek, almost tenderly. “Remember when we were in that cemetery in Bellefleur, Oregon? Our first case? The way you were shaking from the cold and the rain, your lips were blue. And yet you were so excited,” he smiled affectionately at her. “And your laugh. Despite it all, you laughed like you were the happiest person on the planet.” Mulder shook his head and took a deep breath. “Something changed for me that day, Scully. I knew I never wanted to ever do this alone again—and I wanted to have that this weekend. I didn’t want it to end, keep investigating until we were laughing about this case like we did back then.”

He let his arm drop and took a step back. “I guess that’s why I asked you if you wanted to come along. I just wanted to spend the weekend with you. Make you smile, do something exciting together, and maybe even show you a Mothman.”

Scully snorted, and Mulder laughed, reaching over and taking her hand in his. “That’s what I don’t get. You seemed to look forward to the weekend as much as I did. But then something changed. And it seems to be about—,” he paused, looking at her uncertainly, “not being in the mood for pizza?”

Scully just shook her head, squeezed his hand, and pulled him over to her sofa. They sat down together, never letting go of each other’s hands. “It’s not about pizza, Mulder. I guess we didn’t have such different ideas about the weekend after all. I wanted to spend time with you as well. And that Mothman did sound interesting—at least until it started to rain, and I was freezing—in the wrong clothes,” she explained, and Mulder looked chagrined.

“I should’ve told you that you would need hiking gear, shouldn’t I have?” He grimaced, and Scully nodded but didn’t reply. That wasn’t the point she wanted to make, though. “Why didn’t you want me to touch you?” she asked quietly, and Mulder’s brows drew in confusion.

“Didn’t want you—. Scully, what are you talking about?” He grabbed her other hand as well and pulled her closer, their faces only inches apart. “I don’t understand. And I really, really want to. When did I say I did not want you to touch me?”

“When I wanted to see if you’d gotten hurt. You moved away from me so fast, you’d think I’d burned you.” She bent her head down, ashamed of her neediness. She felt like a child, getting rejected over wanting a hug.

Mulder let go of her hand and put his fingers under her chin, lifting her face back to his. “Scully look at me.” When her eyes met his, she could feel them fill with tears, and she swallowed, trying not to let them spill over. This whole emotional roller coaster of a weekend was catching up with her at that moment. “There is never any time when I would not want you to touch me. Trust me on that,” Mulder said earnestly. “The reason I moved away was because I did hit my head pretty hard in the forest, and I didn’t want you to make me go to a hospital to get checked for a concussion.” He gave her a crooked smile.

Scully stared at him in disbelief. “Mulder—,” she started, but he put his finger against her lips to silence her and then bent his head down. “Scully, would you mind checking my head? I think I hit it pretty hard yesterday,” he said quietly, but his voice trembled slightly.

Scully stared at him until a slow smile broke out over her face. She placed her hand on his shoulder and kneeled next to him on the sofa, tenderly brushing her fingers through his hair, carefully inspecting the bump. She gave the back of his neck a little scratch while she was at it, and he raised his face to her, only inches away. Scully let her hands glide to his face, cradling it between her palms. “Your head seems to be fine, Mulder. Although—,” she whispered, but before she could finish whatever she had meant to say, he leaned in and softly covered her lips with his.

With a moan, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Mulder didn’t waste any time and lifted her off the couch and into his lap. She felt her heart thunder in her ears and straddled his legs, gripping his hair with both of her hands. He moaned into her mouth and pressed her hips closer to his, jerking against her. This was what she had been hoping for all weekend. It’s still the weekend, her mind filled in helpfully, and she ruthlessly squashed the thought down, far too busy trying to get another moan like the one before out of Mulder.

She felt his hand sneaking under her sweater, stroking up her back, and a wave of heat coursed through him. Scully pulled back slightly, trying to catch her breath while Mulder reached out to pull her in for another kiss, but she put her hand against his chest, softly stopping him from moving in again.

“That’s why, Mulder. That’s what I thought I could never have.” She gave him a soft kiss on his upper lip and followed it with a nibble on his lower lip. “I wasn’t sure if I could keep going day after day, knowing that you didn’t feel for me what I feel for you.”

Mulder leaned his forehead against Scully’s. “You’ll never have to wonder about that again, Scully. Not as long as I’m alive.” He leaned in for another kiss, and she could feel his smile against her lips. Before he could deepen the kiss again, she got off of his lap and held out her hand to him. “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom, Mulder? I feel like we’ve done enough talking.”

Mulder didn’t need to be told twice.

#xfiles #xf fanfic #dana scully #mulder and scully #fox mulder #msr #I Wrote This #Almost Heaven

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letswrites · 6 months ago

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LN- All roads lead to you

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Masterlist

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Disclaimer: contain smut!!

Chapter 5- Abu Dhabi

Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates (GST- UTC/GMT +4).

7:05 PM

As soon as the race ended, Lando turned off the engine of his car and turned on his own engine. There was no time left to congratulate Max or console Lewis. "Lando! Where are you going?" Charlotte shouted running after him "I have to go back to my hotel room" "What?! Why?!" "I must get on a plane in 50 minutes!" "He shouted back "You have what?! Lando, can you please wait for me?" he stopped to wait for her "Thanks" he started walking again "What do you mean by catching a plane?" "I am going to Santorini" "It's the last race you don't need to anticipate holidays" "I do have" "And can I know why?" "If I don't catch this plane, I won't be in Greece till today" "Why do you need to be in Greece that night?" "So she will not sleep with the Italian hot lad" "What?! Who?" "A girl who I used to go out with" "What's about her?" "I can't let her sleep with him" he said taking his racing suit off, she turned her back "She used to be your girlfriend?' "No" "So what do you have to do with her sexual life?" he stopped for a minute "Cause she was supposed to be with me" Charlotte felt his feelings "Lando…" "It's my fault" he continued to dress his regular clothes "She tried to take me out last week and I made up a ridiculous excuse" he finished dressing "Now I have to fix it" She turned to face him "I see that you have feelings for her, but…" he touched her shoulder "no Charlie, I just need to have her. Otherwise, I will drive insane" She took his hand off her shoulder, such a womanizer "... But, I can't let you" "I am going anyway" "Lando!" "Charlotte!" She breathed deeply "Please don't make anything ridiculous" he hugged her "Love you" "Love you too" and he ran to catch his plane.

5 and a half hours later

Santorini, Greece:

11:26 PM (EEST- UTC/GMT+3)

She looked bright in that golden party dress, even tho it was just a detail cause that night in Italy when she was wearing a rock band tee and ripped jeans shorts was proof she looked bright in every way.

She had a glass in her hands, probably not beer and definitely not zero alcohol cause she was gigglier than usual. For the first time since he had that idea, he froze, without being able to move his feet. What if it was a mistake? What if he would ruin her night? Nah. He couldn't think like that, it would be ridiculous and he promised Charlotte no ridiculous things. Also, once back to Woking, the lecturing for leaving at the end of the race would be unpleasantly waiting for him. And somehow she invited him, with those daring words 'if you were there'. He wasn't sure if it was an invitation or a challenge but he was about to do it anyway, no matter which was her real intention. Anyhow, he was there and she wouldn't have sex with the Italian model if he was there, right? Right! Or at least he hoped...

Even so, he didn't want to lose it, lose his time, lose his job, make Charlotte lose hers, had emitted tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere for no reason, he needed to be sure it all wasn't going to be in vain. So he decided to call her and see how things went. Actually, he should have called her before catching a plane to Greece, but it was already done, so fuck it.

He took a deep breath, tapped her name on contacts, and clicked on it, waiting anxiously for her to pick. To be fair, looking at her staring hesitantly at her phone, unsure of what she should do, made him even more anxious. But not as anxious as when she decided to pick up. So anxious he remained in silence for a few seconds "Hello?" he cleaned his throat, his voice sounding a bit different from usual "Hey..." "Is everything alright?" "Yeah! I... hum, just need you to do something for me" she sighed "Hi, Lando, how are you? It's nice to talk with you too" he sighed embarrassed, already blushing "Sorry... Hi, beautiful, how are you?" "Too late Lando, what do you need me to do?" "Don't sleep with the guy" she sniffed putting her drink down "Lando..." "Listen to me" she sighed, leaning on the bar counter consenting him the word "Go ahead" "I made a mistake" he continued "I agreed it all was done with you, but I am not a quitter, I am persistent, I work hard and I never stop until I achieve my goal, plus I hate to lose and I won't let you sleep with the other guy" he made a pause to accumulate some guts "I like you. And I want you and if missing all the last race of the year interviews and other stuff to tell you this isn't enough for you, just tell me what's and I will do it" "Did you miss all the interviews just for calling me?" Fuck, Lando! You and your big mouth "Hum... yeah!" "Why? I mean couldn't you just wait till it ended?" "No, I had... I have to know you're not with him when you're supposed to be with me" She chewed her inner cheek "You turned down my invitation the other day!" "I know but…" It has no 'but' she was right. He lost again and put his ass on the line for absolutely nothing, because he didn't have any morals and... she took a deep breath and admitted "You're enough already" Wow! shot-right-in-the-heart. "So why you're being so harsh?" "Because... I saw this movie over and over, and it always has the same end: you guys say those beautiful things, my heart melts, I feel bad for seeing you humiliating yourselves over me and I bend up. And as soon as you have an orgasm, the cursing is over, Guys like you get out of trance and fall back to reality. And guess what? They remember about the girl who is in fact special to them and, damn, I don't like it, fuck! I want to be enough for you as much as you are for me. And not only sexually, do you understand me?" he felt bad for her, it wasn't right to be treated like that and he knew it. Oh, he knew it "Just please don't sleep with him" "I…" " I promise we will talk about it all next time we meet" She took a pause to breathe deeply, he didn't dare to look at her, scared of seeing her expression, how much pain he was causing her " "Okay" she gave up. He smiled "Okay" he repeated softly, she was overwhelmed of course and she wanted to cry, he could tell due to her breath sound, so he aligned his shirt's collar and walked towards her.

Apart from the butterflies throwing a party in his stomach, he felt good and confident. His clothes were nice and he tried as much as he could not think about how screwed he would be if it didn't work, but he remained strong, touching her shoulder softly "Don't cry" he demanded, she turned around confused, taking her phone away from her ear, she couldn't believe "Lando…" "Hi!" he smiled "Hold those tears back, miss" he said calmly ending the phone call and rubbing a tear drop from her face, leaving glitter on his thumb "How... What are you doing here?" "I came here to do it" he pulled her for a hug, a strong, full of feelings hug "I am sorry" he whispered against her skin "You came here to hug me?" he pulled his face back just to look at her, still in shock "Yeah" he affirmed, confident. She smiled "And this" he pulled her to a kiss, an intense kiss, that made her relax for the first time since she started to drink thinking about the McLaren's driver; "Take me out of here" she muttered against his lips "Okay" he took her hand and guided the big mess he made her become away from the bar, away from the crowd, and mainly away from the good looking Italian guy, to where they could be only the two of them, to where she didn't have to hide the amazing person she was and fake to be another one, where she could eat pizza and watch k-dramas in comfortable clothes, where he could sleep like a baby, laid on her full-of-pizza belly after 3 months of zero quality sleep and jet lag effect.

He was so lost in those good memories that he didn't even notice the rushed pace he got, she giggled "Wait, wait, wait" bringing him back to reality "What's wrong?" she took her golden Jimmy Cho high heels off and he noticed how much he liked her small stature, smiling at her "What are you doing?" "Now I can follow your pace" "Sorry" "No, is fine. I love to have my bare feet" he looked at her small, princess feet on the stone stairs 'so adorable' "In this case, you're welcome" she giggled 'Fuck! He was crushed on a freaking smurf' "All good?" "All good" "So let's go" he bounced the stairs down, with her glued on him, tugging them to the hotel elevator, where he kissed her again.

...

In the hotel room, where they ripped off each other's clothes, the moonlight was the only flash of light coming from the half-open window. She had her back laid on the mattress, her hips widely open, knees parted at its extreme, with his athletic body between her thighs, filling her cervix with himself. The sound of "Lan..." she let slip from her lips, without being able to finish, still unsure if due to the cutting hard breath or the sudden electricity sparkling inside her core every time he moved, even for a millimeter, or breathed, or made a sound, or sweated, or looked at her, anything.

She moaned slowly, in a low tone, more like a whine, she wanted to pay more attention to the sounds they made together, the sounds coming from him. Suddenly the forearms on each side of her frame flexed up, his weight concentrated on his palms, his sweaty, still firm tho, hands slid down and had a strong, soft grip on her ribs, lifting half of her body, lowering half of his till he got sit with her on his lap. They didn't need to say it loud out, it felt like a performance they presented too many times already. She started to move her hips, knees working, flexing up and down, hips making circles, rubbing her body up and down his abdomen. Her messy bun tight on the top of her head will get stuck in his mind for the following weeks. He placed a hand on it and undone her hair, throwing the elastic away from the bed, she shook her hair, making it slide down to her neck and shoulders. He looked into his eyes, which have been avoiding during the whole time they were inside that room, and she looked back, regretting instantly, cause his eyes told her earlier about luxury and then were talking about pleasure, both things which shouldn't exist between them in her perception.

She slowed the pace of the riding, forcing him to say or do something. "Faster" he said among the heavy breaths. She dried a few sweat drops on his face "I don't want to" he looked into her eyes again "What do you want, then?" "You to do something about it". Sadic, he thought "Fine" he took himself out of her and turned her hips 180 degrees suddenly, placing her belly on the mattress. He placed one knee on each side of her legs and slightly pressed her body against the sheets, getting inside of her again. The bed muffled her sounds, so he bent forward to ask, low and sexy on her ear "Hands and knees, princess. I want to hear you" She smirked and obeyed his demand, becoming scandalous when he started the thrustings. She didn't need to fake it, she felt it all, out loud, to everyone who wanted to listen, but doing it for him to listen only, that was the important thing, the reason why. He pulled her body up to him, moaning on her ear, thrusting roughly. She placed one hand on his nape and pulled his hair as she felt the explosion before they cum on each other.

...

Later:

They were laid on the bed having pillow talk

"I think you are more than enough" "Really?" "If I didn't why would I come here against my superior's orders at the last race of the year? I could find sex in anyone else but you are the only you" She raised an eyebrow "What about Dubai?" Freaking Katerina "How do you know about it?" "It was all over socials" She was right "Anyway, didn't you hear the 'against my superiors orders' and 'at the end of the calendar' part?" she chuckled "Okay" "You look adorable when you are drunk" "Slightly tipsy" "Slightly tipsy?" "Uhum" "Sure" he muttered caressing her hair "Lewis says that's my automatic answer for when someone asks me if I'm drunk" "You and Lewis are good friends aren't you?" He asked casually "Yeah" she answered indifferently, enjoying the hair caressing "He knows how to value a friendship. Maybe..." she yawned "Maybe I can have the same thoughts about you someday. Except that I don't want to be friends only" he smiled "I know that you will" "I hope..." Then she fell asleep with the soft movements he was making on her hair. And while he watched her calm and soft expression he found himself desperate and anxious. He stopped the caressing slowly, taking a lot of caution for not waking her up. Then he stepped out of the bed to grab his phone and left for the hotel lobby. Wearing his beige shorts, hotel flip-flops, and his unbuttoned white shirt. A few people looked at him on his way to the elevator, whispering and giggling to each other but he didn't care, he was too angst for it.

...

Carlos was sleeping deeply. The snorting denounced him. Nothing could break that majestic oneiric experience. Nothing except his old teammate. He struggled to open his eyes and when he finally did he picked up the phone, angry "Qué putas horas crees que son aquí? (what fucking hours do you think is here?)" "What!? No, Carlos, that's not time for Spanish classes" the Spanish man looked at the clock on his side table "That's right. It's 3 in the morning! It's no time for speaking Spanish or any language at all. It's time for fucking sleeping!" "I know, I know, but..." "What?!" "I am panicking" Carlos sat on his bed, concerned "What happened, bro?" "I... I hit on two girls at the same time" "Two only?" Carlos said indifferent as he was used to that behavior of Lando "Well, it had a few more. But those two especially" "What's new about it?" "I think I have feelings for them both" "Hum, that's new. You are never in love with anyone..." "I haven't said this word!" Carlos continued as he never was interrupted "... And now you are in love with two simultaneously" Lando rolled his eyes "Yeah..." "That's why you are panicking?" "I don't know what to do" "Pick one" "Isn't that simple" "Which of them do you like the most?" "How am I supposed to know?!" "Which of them do you think is more interesting?" "They both are interesting" "The prettiest?" "They both are pretty. And hot" "Which one do you like to spend more time with?" "I don't know! I... Carlos, stop asking questions! I don't know the answers!" "Right. Which of them would you put your hand on fire for?" "None. I choose my hand" "Not literally, stupid. I mean take risks, do stupid things, ruin your career for, I don't know, something like that..." Finally a good question. He knew for which one he had done all of those things already "That one I know the answer" "Do you really?" Carlos asked surprised "Yes. Thanks for your help, man. It was very useful" "You're welcome?" "Have a good night. Bye" "Bye..." Carlos didn't think that he was very useful. In fact, if he was the one receiving the advice he gave to Lando he would only get more confused "Bueno. Ahora puedo volver a mío sueño (Good. Now I can back to my dream)".

...

Lando entered the room trying not to wake her up. He stood there watching the serenity of her sleep. He would kill for sleeping like that. The door didn't wake her up but his loud thoughts did. She opened her eyes slightly before sitting on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, sleepy "What's up?" "I..." He approached the bed sitting at the side next to hers "I had Carlos on the phone" he pointed to his iPhone "At 3am?" "Yeah" "Is everything okay?" He took a deep breath "No" she tried to touch his hand but he retreated "What's wrong?" "I can't go out with you anymore" Her bright faded away, as she was made of sugar and his words were water. He was ready for her screaming with him and throwing the whole hotel room in his head, but she just chuckled, sarcastic, bitter "Why it doesn't impress me?" "Look... I just can't" "You just can't" She shook her head, turning her back to him "I should have never slept with you" She walked away from him, and he followed "Wait..." "Why? Why did you come till here and look for trouble if you knew it would hurt me? I let it very clear I couldn't handle this right now" "Because I couldn't let you sleep with the good looking Italian!" she hit him with the pillow softly "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS A COMPETITION NOW!?" "I haven't said that" "Unfortunately I like you not him, idiot. My life would be a lot easier if I had a crush on Giaro, not on you" and he knew it was true it was written on her wavy eyes "I..." she waited for him to say something, at least try to fix the chaos he started, but nothing came, he just didn't know what to say. She threw herself on the sofa and covered her face with the pillow "If that's all, please leave my hotel room" "I..." "Just leave now and never talk to me again, yes?" he tried again "Please don't be mad at me" she looked at him "I can't believe you!" "Please..." "Get out!" She got into the bathroom and closed the door. He was about to try to talk with her, say sorry for what he'd done, but a text popped on his phone screen. It wasn't the boss, Charlotte, Carlos, Max, or Daniel, but was her. The other her

'Missing you'

That was what the text said. He grabbed his stuff from the bedroom floor, his phone and wallet, wore his white Nike airs, and as fast as he got there, he was out. The text was a coincidence only. He had already made up his mind at the hotel lobby. He promised Charlotte not to do stupid things but unfortunately, he let her down "It's better Charlie doesn't find out" he thought.

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circus-complex · 24 days ago

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In a Romance Novel of Our Own

Rating: General

Relationship: Ling Wen/Yushi Huang

Tags: Fluff, Book Date, Brief Mention of Suicide, Mute Yushi Huang, No Beta

Yushi Huang and Ling Wen go on a date, to a bookstore! They each relent to reading each others favorite books, even if they don't like the genre.

Also on AO3 :3

Full work under the cut (i recommend ao3, formatting's messed up)

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:21 am

do you want to go to the mall tomorrow? a new bookstore just opened :>

📜Ling Wen Friday, 11:23 am

Ok. What time?

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:23 am

hmmm maybe around 3 pm? i can pick you up

📜Ling Wen Friday, 11:25 am

Sounds good. I’ve got to go now, paperwork is calling.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:26 am

awww ok :(

✦✦✦

Ling Wen’s phone pinged, a cheery and high tone compared to her mood. Jun Wu had been piling more and more work on her recently.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Saturday, 3:06 pm

i’m here!!

Ling Wen sent a text in return.

📜Ling Wen Saturday, 3:06 pm

I’m coming down, be there in a minute.

She clicked the off button and shoved her phone in her pocket. Grabbing her purse and throwing her shoes on, she checked her appearance in the mirror once more.

Long, black hair carefully styled into an intricate half-bun and a navy blue shirt tucked into black jeans. Casual enough for a date, but formal enough for Ling Wen’s taste. She preferred to look her best at all times.

Locking the door of her apartment, she walked down the winding stairs until she arrived at the street. She was quickly greeted by the sight of Yushi Huang’s smile through the rolled-down window of her car. Streaks of dirt were splattered across the bottom and onto the wheels, as expected.

You ready? Yushi Huang signed when Ling Wen climbed into the car. Ling Wen nodded without a word.

The two settled into silence. It was peaceful, something Ling Wen wished for more often. She let the stress of work flow over her like a river, replacing the stinging, salty water with pleasant fresh water.

She stared at her girlfriend. Yushi Huang was wearing a light green dress, a far cry from the typical jeans a t-shirt she typically wore. Around her neck dangled a thing gold chain, which only drew Ling Wen’s gaze to the scar that encircled Yushi Huang’s neck like a choker.

Ling Wen didn’t know all the details as to how Yushi Huang ended up with the scar. She knew there had been a scandal all over the news, involving one of her best friends — Pei Ming — and a failed suicide attempt. But Yushi Huang didn’t talk about it much. Well, Yushi Huang didn’t talk at all, period. Whatever incident caused the healed slit over her throat damaged her vocal cords and subsequently, her ability to talk.

But that didn’t matter. Ling Wen didn’t feel any need to talk an excessive amount, she didn’t weigh her relationship's value on how much Yushi Huang spoke. To simply sit with the woman she loved, to know that she was loved back, was enough.

✦✦✦

The two walked into the large bookshop. The shop was empty, at least as far as Ling Wen could see. Bookshelves crowded every inch of space, with just enough left over to walk between. Large signs hung from the ceiling to point buyers towards different genres.

“Where do you want to go first?” Ling Wen turned towards Yushi Huang. Yushi Huang scanned the signs.

Can I see if they carry my favorite series here? The next book came out! She signed.

A rare smile spread across Ling Wen’s face. “Of course.”

Ling Wen suspected she knew which book Yushi Huang was talking about. Yushi Huang had sent many texts at odd hours ranting about it, usually along the lines of “why don’t they realize they love each other?? it’s so obvious!!”

Yushi Huang kept glancing up at the signs until they reached a rather large section labeled Romance. She clearly knew how to navigate, even if Ling Wen was staring blindly at each of the books. Most of them depicted a flowery cover with a title she’d never seen before.

Yushi Huang stopped. In front of them stood a wall of books with brown, rusty, looking covers.

“What’s this?” Ling Wen asked.

It’s a historical romance! But it's already the third book and they just realized they love each other. Yushi Huang picked up another. This is the fourth book. It’s both the final battle and the big romantic conclusion! She struggled to move her hands with a book tucked under one arm.

And the best part is, it’s historically accurate! The author clearly knew what they were doing…

Ling Wen’s eyes grew soft as she watched her girlfriend. It was always nice to see her so passionate about what she loved.

Oh! Please, will you read it? I have no other friends who like to read, let alone this. She gestured towards her book.

“Hm. I mean-” Ling Wen paused, reluctant. She didn’t enjoy romance very much, Sci-Fi and action were more up her alley.

You don’t have to if you don’t want to! Yushi Huang rushed. I don’t mind, I know you don’t enjoy the mushy stuff.

“No, no! I’d be happy to read it, but,” Ling Wen scanned the signs, just to make sure, “If I read this, will you read something of my choice?”

Sure!

Yushi Huang grabbed another book off the shelf – presumably the first – and handed it to Ling Wen.

Weaving through the bookshelves, Ling Wen led Yushi Huang towards the Sci-Fi section. Praying they carried her favorite author’s books, she scanned the shelves.

“Here it is,” Ling Wen plucked it off the shelf. Checking once more to make sure it was the right one, she showed it off. “It’s set in the future, with a heavy focus on technology advancements and the horror of humanity depending on AI.”

Yushi Huang shifted as Ling Wen described the book. Its cover was dark, with jagged blue lines running across the cover.

“Yes, I know you don’t like much tech and fighting, but there is a romantic subplot and it’s not too bad?” Ling Wen offered. Yushi Huang sighed, and took the book.

While Yushi Huang paid for her book, Ling Wen started to skin through her own. Sure, she usually didn’t like romance stories that much, but since her girlfriend liked it so much, she should try.

✦✦✦

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:06 pm

omg !! i love the way the elders are so frustrated at the kids !!

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:06 pm

its so cute, but so sad.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:07 pm

they should teach their grandma how to use a computer :>

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:12 pm

Yeah, I won’t spoil it, but it’s a pretty fun detail.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:13 pm

:0 oh no.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:13 pm

how’re you enjoying the book ?

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:14 pm

Its…surprising good. It's pretty obvious who she’s going to fall for though.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:16 pm

really?? i didnt think so

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:16 pm

wait who do u think she’s going to fall for

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:17 pm

Oh. Now I feel like I’m going to be wrong.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:17 pm

😭

#writing from the circus #ling wen #yushi huang #tgcf

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hugsandchaos · 1 year ago

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I didn’t think to post this until I ended up putting together a part 2. Based off my Prototype AU. No, I’m never going to shut up about it. Enjoy?

When J woke up to the lack of warmth she had fallen asleep with, her first reaction was to force herself awake to try to search for V, but she was on the other side of the room and saw her getting up.”Calm down, I’m right here.” She said. J glanced over at her and relaxed again.

“Oh. What are you doing up? It’s 2 in the morning.” She asked, walking over to her coworker. V pointed outside the window.”I woke up for no real reason again and was going to stop outside, but look.” She said. J listened and leaned over V’s shoulder to get a good look.

Outside, there was a worker drone wearing a black hoodie with white stripes and a dead battery symbol, and a winter hat. Her hair was purple and her hair was a shade lighter than the hair. She was clinging onto N’s back, but surprisingly, he wasn’t trying to kill her or anything. In fact, peering through the pod’s window, both J and V could’ve sworn his tail was wagging a bit.

V rolled down the windows, which let the cold air in, but also allowed her and J to understand what was going on between them.

“Give me your hat!!” The worker drone yelled through her laughter. She reached for N’s hat, but he ducked his head and moved her hand with one arm away while laughing.”I ain’t taking no crap, but I’m taking that hat! Give it to me!” She demanded. She began to wheeze with silent laughter and took a second to wipe digital tears before returning to her quest to steal their younger squad mate’s hat.”Give it to me... Aahahahahaha!”

“Get off of meheehee! Yohou’re not getting myhyhy hat!” N cackled. He hunched over and held onto his hat with both hands, causing the worker drone to loose her balance and fall over onto her back in the snow. Her expression suddenly changed to a more panicked one. It was all clearly still playful as she kept smiling and laughing as he immediately took his chance and reached for her.”WAIT!!! Wait a second, N, we can talk about thihihihiis!!!” She said.

She threw her head back in laughter as N tickled her. At least, that’s what they assumed he was doing based off the way the worker drone began laughing harder and moved around in attempts to escape his grasp.“Sorry, Uzi, but you tried to steal my hat!” He said.

(Part 2, takes place the next night)

Khan checked his internal clock as he walked towards the city. It was 11:23 PM, which meant two things. One, that the murder drones were most likely asleep since they were diurnal. Two, that Uzi had been gone for two hours now. He had trust in her that she could handle herself, but the last text from her was 57 minutes ago and she said “Hang on, I have to take care of something”. That was really concerning, but he got the message that she needed silence from her phone, so he didn’t ask anything until 33 minutes later, when he asked if she was okay and to please confirm that she was alive. Khan didn’t want to doubt his daughter’s ability to handle herself, but his concern had gotten the better of him and he went outside to look for her.

He looked around to check for signs of trouble, but he didn’t see anything and continued. He continued to walk around, but that walk soon turned into a run fueled by the fear of loosing his daughter — his only child. He was careful to avoid patches of ice if he spotted it and kept looking around the surrounding buildings, just incase there was a murder drone awake and hunting. Khan checked his phone just incase he had received a message without noticing the buzz, but he didn’t see anything from Uzi. When he put it back in his pocket and looked up, his mind went blank.

There was a murder drone up ahead.

It didn’t have the famous X mark on its screen, but the five glowing semispheres on its head were practically burned into his memory, and on a clear night such as this, it wasn’t hard to spot its tail. Khan felt as if everything crumbled as the possibility of his fighter being killed by one of those things was confirmed. Khan didn’t see any oil, nor did he recognize this specific murder drone, but its coat was dark enough that he wouldn’t notice any oil stains until it was close enough, and it was getting really close. It was running towards him, laughing and looking excited. Khan didn’t know why he did considering that if his daughter was really gone, he wouldn’t be sure of what exactly he’d be living for, but he turned around and began running.

The murder drone was faster, though. He quickly caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing them slightly together so he could pick him up off the ground. Khan shut his eyes tight and braced himself for whatever attack was undoubtedly going to come. It was over for him. He was going to be stabbed with either a sword of that nasty nanite acid, or torn limb from limb, or eaten alive, or shot, or maybe his head would be sliced off if he was lucky enough to have a quick, painless death. All of these possibilities rushed through Khan’s head, but none of them came true. Instead, he felt himself being spun around and held forward like a doll. He opened his eyes as he heard the voice of a young man, probably around 18, speak up from behind.

“Ha! Can’t get me now!” The murder drone said playfully. Khan was hit with a sense of confusion, not just fear. Until he saw Uzi slow to a stop in front of them with a glare, but she wasn’t glaring at her dad. She was glaring at the murder drone holding him. She panted and tried to catch her breath, like she had been running for quite some time.

A wave of relief crashed over him. His daughter was alive! Wait, had Uzi been chasing the murder drone?

Khan was trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, around the fact that he was being used as a shield against his own daughter, so he wasn’t able to organize a single sentence before Uzi spoke up. She took a couple steps back and crossed her arms.”Fine.” She said. The murder drone set him down on the ground and stepped next to him with a smile.”Sorry if I scared you.” He said, putting a hand on Khan’s shoulder as if to try to help him calm down.

“I lied!!” Uzi shouted.

She suddenly tackled the murder drone and knocked him over onto the ground, which oddly made him yelp and cackle. He quickly pushed her off and went to get up, but as he did, Uzi lunged for him again and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and shoulders. She reached an arm up and tried to grab his hat.”Give it!!” She said, giggling like a maniac. The murder drone laughed and tried jumping to shake her off while using one hand to hold onto his hat, but Uzi kept her grip and her giggling grew louder as the stinger tail moved side to side rapidly, as if it was wagging. Khan had no idea about what was actually happening, but very surprisingly, his daughter didn’t seem to be in any real danger. She was the one chasing the murder drone just a few seconds ago, and now she was trying to stay on his back while he shook himself and jumped around, both of them laughing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that they were playing a game of Keep Away.

The murder drone swiftly swung one of his legs and began letting himself fall onto his back, which made Uzi scream as he fell on top of her. Khan was seconds away from stepping in, but then the murder drone burst out into laughter and rolled onto his belly while Uzi stayed on his back.”Hehehey! Not fahahaihihir!” He cackled, his tail wagging even more. Uzi kept her arms and legs wrapped around him as he tried to stand up and wrap his arms around himself. It took Khan a moment to realize that Uzi was tickling him, which was actually a pretty smart move seeing how the apparent weakness the murder drone had was pretty exposed to her.”Life isn’t fair, N! Now give me want I want!” Uzi said.

Khan couldn’t help but smile a bit. It was really nice seeing Uzi finally playing with someone, even though that someone was a murder drone. He’d have to talk with her when they’re done.

“Nohohoho! I wohoho- WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!” The murder drone, or N as Uzi called him, laughed even harder when Uzi lowered her hands to his sides from beneath his arms. He fell back down laughing, this time onto one of his sides and probably crushing Uzi’s arm, and kicked his legs wildly.”OKAHAHAY!!! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He cackled. Uzi stopped to let him breathe and wriggled her arm out from underneath him. N went limp and his tail slowed to a much smaller wag as Uzi took his hat and put it on top of her own. She crouched down in front of his face and smirked.”I had fun.” She said smugly. N reached a hand up and poked her where her nose would be if she was a human.”Cheater.” He accused her between heavy breaths.

“You can’t cheat at a game without rules.” Uzi argued. Khan pushed the smile away and put on a stern look before clearing his throat. Both heads looked over at him in surprise and N’s tail shot up straight, kind of like an exclamation mark.“Oh, right, I forgot you were still there.” Uzi said, her tone giving away the feeling of being in trouble she was most likely experiencing. Khan crossed his arms as they both stood up.“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He said.

His daughter groaned.“Yeah, I know.” She said. N leaned down a bit towards Uzi.“Can we play another round when you’re done?” He asked. Uzi turned to him an raised an eyebrow.“Is that a serious question? Hell yeah. And who’s this “you” business? You’re staying right here.” She replied. N gave her an uneasy look and a thumbs up.

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Sleep softly

Tw: implied physical abuse, implied child abuse, Jimmy's existence.

Michael laid down in his bed, scrolling through the pages from a book he was reading. His eyes were half lidded, tiredness on his face as his breathing was slow and calm. The house was quiet, beside the cars outside passing by now and then, it was pretty peaceful, Michael kept his eyes glued to the book, he didn't bother looking away from the it.

He was about to turn to the next page before hearing the front door from downstairs open, slowly he turned his head up, looking at his bedroom door. Had his older brother come back already? Sitting up, the boy scoots over to the edge of the bed before getting up and closing his book. Gently placing it on his bed, he didn't bother getting a bookmark, not that he needed to. He had read it before, after all, he knew how the ending went, from start to finish…

Michael walked out of his room, doing his best to at least be as quiet as possible, he didn't want to make too much noise, considering it was late. He didn't wanna upset his older brother if he was tired or stressed, he managed to avoid some of the trash bags that were in the hallway, he made a note to take care of them later. He entered the living room, small creeks from the stairs causing the boy to flinch slightly, almost freezing in place. He looked over, seeing blond curls sticking out from the arm of the couch.

Michael let out a small breath, holding a hand to his chest. He walked over to the couch, seeing his older brother Curly resting, drooling in his sleep. Michael let out a soft sigh, before getting a blanket and covering Curly up. Curly in response let out a snore, before snuggling under the blanket, seemingly unbothered by the blanket being placed on him. Michael looked around the living room, noticing some empty beer bottles, as well as an ashtray with a half lit cigarette in it. ‘’I really wish you clean up some of this big bro…’’ Michael softly spoke, he walked to the kitchen and looked through some of the cabinets. Finally he pulled out a trash bag, he walked back to the living room and started cleaning up the mess, being careful to not have any of the glass bottles cling together.

Once he managed to at least clean up the living room, Michael walked to the front door, he went to one of the trash cans, before putting the trash bag in. This repeated with the other trash bags he saw earlier, going back in and out to get them, once he finished up, Michael made sure to at least wash his hands. Before making his way to his room, he stopped noticing the time. 11:00 pm, his brother had to get up at what? 3:00 AM? He sighed before making his way back to the downstairs area, going to the kitchen. He managed to grab a chair, using it to reach the stove, he managed to grab some eggs and bacon out of the fridge, before he started to cook them. He made sure to carefully cook each one of them, making sure not to burn them. He had watched his parents cook before, so it seemed simple. At least from watching that is.

After a few minutes Michael grabbed a plate, placing the eggs and bacon on. He carefully got down from the chair, going over to the table and placing the plate on it. Michael walked over to the pantry, pulling out two pieces of bread and putting them in the toaster. He waits a few minutes, watching as the two pieces of toast pops out, Michael grabs them before yelping from the hot touch. ‘’ack!!’’

He froze.

His entire body froze.

‘’please…please don't wake up..’’ he begged, turning his head towards the door. His heart was beating fast, it felt like it was going to jump out at any moment. He waited, but thankfully no one showed up. ‘’Thank god Jimmy isn't staying the night…’’ the boy muttered, as he grabbed an oven mitt and gently took the toast out placing it on a plate.

He opened the fridge’s door, making sure to put the plate in the fridge. His brother at least needed some breakfast for work, Curly always forgot to take lunch with him on the job. Finally Michael found himself walking back to his room, before plopping on the bed, feeling his eyes closing.

Slowly sleep crept in, before finally everything went dark…..

Michael groans, feeling himself being shook awake. He looked up, opening his eyes and seeing his brother Curly. ‘’bro?..’’ he asked, letting out a yawn. ‘’Come on we're leaving.’’ Curly muttered, as he stood there crossing his arms. ‘’.....leaving?’’ Michael asked, staring at him, a puzzled look on his face. Unsure of what Curly meant by leaving. ‘’To my job,’’ Curly sighed, as he rubbed his temple. ‘’get dressed also, we're going to be doing a big order from what I know of.’’

Michael sat up, getting off the bed and walking to his closet and putting on his jacket. ‘’Don’t I have school today?’’

‘’I pulled you out.’’

‘’Huh?’’

‘’Look I don't have time for this okay? Just hurry up, if I'm late it'll look bad for me.’’ Curly walked downstairs leaving the boy in pure confusion, ‘’uhh…’’ Michael followed after his brother. ‘’I’m ready..’’ Curly looked at him, giving a frown. ‘’...Really? You're wearing that? You can't come with me in that.’’

Michael raised an eyebrow,‘’Oh come on, it's not that bad is it? You won't even notice me I promise!’’ Finally Curly gave a sigh of defeat, ‘’You know what? Forget it.’’ a loud honk was heard outside, Curly opened the front door before walking outside, Michael following as Curly locked the door, putting the keys in his pocket. Michael looked over at the car, before his face paled.

Jimmy sat in the driver's seat, tapping his finger on the steering wheel, his face as usual had an annoyed look. Then again when was the last time Michael had seen him smile? Almost never, last he checked.

Michael turned his head to Curly, who waved at Jimmy, ‘’We’re…going with Jimmy?’’ Curly nodded. ‘’Ya, uncle Jimmy is going to take us to The Pony Express.’’

‘’Do…do we have to go with him..? Can't…can't you drive me?..’’

Curly looked over at Michael, giving an annoyed look to the boy. ‘’Hey, don't be like that. That man is like an uncle to you. Be respectful and don't start anything.’’ Curly grabbed Michael’s wrist, before dragging the boy to the car, opening the backseat door. Michael looked down before crawling inside and sitting down, Curly then took a seat next to Jimmy.

The drive was pretty silent, no one making any kind of small talk, Michael looked at the ground, hopefully to take his mind off the uncomfortable silence.

‘’So Jimmy, how have you been?’’

‘’been better..’’ Jimmy muttered, ‘’have a light?’’ Curly nodded, grabbing a lighter and lighting a cigarette Jimmy was smoking. ‘’Thanks…’’

Michael hated the smell of the smoke, honestly he hated everything about how Jimmy smelt, he always smelt like alcohol, beer, or cigarettes. He just hoped they could get to Pony Express without Jimmy losing his shit.

Michael found himself looking at the window, watching as the buildings and trees passed by….

#mouthwashing oc #mouthwashing jimmy #mouthwash game #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing fanart #mouthwashing #fuck Jimmy #all my homies hate jimmy #tw implied physical abuse #tw implied child abuse

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