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forevamark · 2 years ago

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looking for attention (l.jn)

It’s finally here!

After many hours of not being able to stop adding and deleting parts of this fic, I decided on a final version! I hope it was thoroughly worth the wait!

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy possessive hard head, substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty, dialogue heavy, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism,

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral male receiving, masturbation, phone sex, masturbation in public, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, spit kink, thigh riding, spanking, slight choking, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, ‘slut’ etc.

Word Count: ~7.95k words

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

any and all feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread sorry!

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving.

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again.

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic.

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.”

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge.

Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the ripe age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses asking for permission to officially court you. Yes, court you. Your parents loved Jeno; over time he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined the company to pursue his dreams of being an idol, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmations or order the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry.

But of course your parents had no idea to what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Jeno after your highschool prom, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy training days before concerts and comebacks. You and Jeno were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you.

Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall right over his eyebrows from his childhood days. Jeno’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides, cheeks high and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and half passed by and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Jeno’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking.

“Nono, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while at the frame of his door.

He tore his eyes away from the screen finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry baby we are almost done with this round, promise.”

You could hear the roar of jester he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds were coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped’. “shut up guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “you told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time Nono?”

“Yeah Nono? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Jaemin from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up please, you incels!” Jeno muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done, if you want you can lay on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone I would have just stayed home…” you whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Jeno rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lay on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards and you can answer. That way I can help you study and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis hoping he could hear the neediness in your infliction.

“Jeno! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here I can’t keep covering for you!” Hyuck interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Jeno cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic.

“Yo I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the end game!” Renjun argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again so you better be focused,” Hyuck scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Jeno lightly giggled and smirked at you, “did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by laying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n” he turned in his chair to look at you trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with hello kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Renjun’s voice filled the room, “Jeno! What did we just say? We almost lost Jaemin because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Jeno pulling him back to his computer pressing a few buttons and clicking profusely.

“Okay sorry again, I healed everyone, are we all good now?” he looked between his screens checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about hello kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Hyuck pressed.

“Actually it’s hello kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Hyuck,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay Nono, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” after a couple more clicks he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh that’s an easy one, first you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Jaemin sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Jeno instinctively responded without thinking with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends as well as your boyfriend as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude you’re so gross,” Renjun muttered.

Meanwhile Hyuck must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Jaemin just laughed with a simple, “haha, I agree.”

“Watch it you two,” Jeno stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard.

“This is serious stuff guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Jeno while he plays! Don't worry y/n we will return your precious Nono after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Hyuck seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how me having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…”

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps.

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Hyuck said.

Jaemin joined in, “we are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?” you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans babe,” Jeno chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder pointing at the screen.

“Look y/n, Hyuck is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas he is a human,” Renjun innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that I’m not healing you!”

“Baby we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Jeno.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried.

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Woah there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes Jeno. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break every now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online,” he said matter of factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand!” you threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot Jaem!”

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Jeno’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that have been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule everyday so it should be no surprise that he barely has time to take care of himself. He just flew in last week from Japan, doing some promotion for their Japanese comeback. His luggages were still left untouched by the front door, he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched a fancam of Jeno’s latest performance. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Jeno looked way more buff than the last promotion, or was it his new dark blue hair with that sexy line cut into the sides? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Jeno continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as the cameraman decided to do a full head to toe of him as he stood catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens. Time seemed to still as he licked his lips, and grabbed at his pants with a boyish smile, nonetheless making you and the fans go wild. The camera pans to the crowd, a few banners filled with the Dreamie’s faces, and your boyfriend’s name etched among the sea of green light sticks. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Jeno called you the moment he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the couch facing the window looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh hey baby!” you giggled out loud, there was loud music playing in the background accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Jeno was going to be performing and you wanted to watch it live, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Jeno, and the albums you had lined up in your room, deeming you a delusional fan- little did they know…

“Did you watch my performance?” Jeno asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “hold on let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends Jennie said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” you made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Jeno there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester and you did good!

“y/n,” Jeno’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Jeno couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers.

“Ugh baby I miss you so much…” you hummed hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby I come back in a few days then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Jeno could even respond you let out a lusty moan feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease with a leg propped up against the bricked wall.

“Oh my god,” Jeno incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back to him asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Jeno could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Jeno threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home huh?”

Jeno’s words egged you on farther, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut I can hear you from here, don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught.

“Please Nono, I’m so close…” you howled suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Jeno screamed releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said.

You halted your movements knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “what’s wrong my love?” you furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Nono you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Jeno actually got it on as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you haven’t had a true Jeno induced orgasm in a couple weeks! A couple weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you insisting to play video games with his bandmates that are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Jeno during his performance taunting you with that cocky smug smile.

Fuck this, if Jeno wants to play games then…

Let's play.

–

“Dude we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Jeno say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Hyuck replies. If Jeno knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

Let’s change that.

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it was your first time there. Jeno sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates or performances and even ones you’ve stole borrowed in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest performance, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro how can you not see-” Jeno chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and was shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off of the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, it ending just under your cheeks. Jeno swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part.

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser eyeing each chain and sets of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Jeno, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom built keyboard.

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now.

Jeno smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Jeno’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him you hovered the silver one above your leaned back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty.” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead then hopping off- of course not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares finally catching up.

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Jeno sat starstruck for a couple seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said keep playing Nono.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Jaemin that snapped Jeno out of it and tucked you, and his legs, back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Jeno I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Renjun muttered.

“Oh he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants then pulling his cock out before you. Jeno let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus.

This proved to be harder than any dance practice because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Lee. Jeno. What the fuck!” Haechan raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Jeno couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet?

“Jeno! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Hyuck turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough a pissed looking Renjun and Jaemin came into the discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Jeno couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further and further.

“Answer them.” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting.

“Dude is something actually wrong or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Renjun questioned next.

“N-No it’s not that,” Jeno barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Have you had any symptoms since we got back from Japan?” Jaemin tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.”

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Jeno was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake Jen!” Hyuck stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us at least let us watch!” Renjun and Jaemin’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Hyuck’s outburst.

“Wait- Jeno are you…?” Renjun started yet unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god are you fucking y/n right now Jeno?” Jaemin asked incredulously.

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms together you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Hyuck.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Jeno finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Jeno was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming an idol except you- type of romantic but kinda terretorial reasoning.

“Why not baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Jeno’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys we don’t need to force them into doing anything Jeno’s not comfortable with,” Renjun awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Jeno adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…”

You could see the options flipping in Jeno’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his bandmates at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men that yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you, he would merely be reminding his fellow 00 liners just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy.

“He won’t do it guys, he’s too much of a-” Hyuck started but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Jeno’s camera being turned on.

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Jeno’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Jeno’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, other hand resting on your thighs.

“Faster.” Jeno commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes Jeno,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support.

“Honestly Jen I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Hyuck muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Jeno’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Jeno commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it baby, I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Jeno stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Jaemin wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Renjun quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Jeno stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you making you arch your back into a fold upon entering and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Jeno can cause.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Hyuck stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking its about to receive.

“Me too,” Renjun fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion and you giggled taking a look back and see him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen just stand there and throw his head back in ecstasy.

Jaemin on the other hand sat very lackadaisical in his chair simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.

“Not doing it for you Jaem? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Jeno mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself Jae,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “baby can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “haven’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Jeno picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Jeno took two fingers into his mouth taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue.

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the dreamies were even there, enamored with the way that time after time Jeno will prove to you that he, and only him, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain.

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction but Jeno denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Of course you have a sir kink y/n,” Renjun smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined himself against the headboard watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Nono,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him, he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you his tongue fought back with dominance stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circling over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know you just had to grab onto something as you reach your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up but all you really want is a cock to shut you up huh? That’s right my little cock slut huh?” A symphony of moans were echoing all around the room. Jeno in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Jeno’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers.

“Answer him slut.” Hyuck ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled please!” Tears shot out of your eyes and Jeno lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock.

“Too much! You’re too big Nono!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Jeno was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring cladded hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor, as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Jeno pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait.

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Jeno finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Jaemin who has now joined in.

“At least ten.”

“She’s been pretty good, Jeno maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Jaemin grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that baby?” Jeno says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Jeno is ruthless on his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases, he knows your body well, he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad love,” Jeno slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms into the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘J’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory.

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Jeno asked while raising the camera to have your tear stained face come into view.

“Anything for you sir.”

Jeno takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. You’re body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words only sounds and muttering each of the boys’ names. Jeno continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again baby?”

“Jeno…can’t… hold longer,”

“A little more baby,”

“Ah shit!” Hyuck finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that baby!” Renjun also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limply breathing on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it y/n,” Jaemin encourages with half lidded eyes.

“Come on baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too baby,” Jeno whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going knot you baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that wouldn’t you kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me baby all you had to do was ask I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Jeno off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Nono.” And like that he lets out a deep moan and with a final thrust you feel him cum inside you, and not long after you join him with another string of chants of his name thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Hyuck and Renjun dozing off from their post nut, and Jaemin still lazily stroking himself.

You shoot Jaemin a sideways glance and like he knew, he just says, “like I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours.” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Jaemin said earlier,” Hyuck clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!”

Jeno shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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And that’s it! Lmk of any and all feedback, I’m super open to it! If you want to be apart of any tag lists for future updates (may have a part 2 in mind for this whaaaat???) of this fic or any others message me to be added!

I blame Zoo Jeno- yall know which one i’m talking about ! the one that made everyone more feral than usual, the eboy look, dark blue hair with the cut sides and ugh too much for my brain rot tbh. Also the driving force to complete this piece was really Key’s song with Jeno- Villain. It reminded me of Zoo Jeno and I just had to complete my eboy/gamer/idolverse brainrot of Jeno.

till next time,

<3 eva

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workofheart · 4 years ago

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eren jaeger relationship hcs

eren’s turn! modern relationship hcs. nsfw under the cut as per usual <3 levi ver.

really clingy. when ur away on a trip or something, he definitely cuddles your pillow and buries his head in it. might also spray your perfume on his hoodie so he can be reminded of you throughout the day (as if you aren’t already on his mind 24/7)

on that note, LOVES seeing you in his clothing. i feel like for most guys this is true and people mention it all the time, but eren especially. it makes him feel mushy and horny at the same time (more on that later) bc it just drapes over your shoulders perfectly. like he sees you and has to suck in a breath and look away to collect himself or else he’ll just become a puddle on the floor

likes hearing verbal affirmations. when you compliment him, tell him you’re proud of him, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside. it means so much coming from you and he knows you're genuine

really goofy, this is to be expected - tries to get you to laugh bc it raises his self esteem and confidence. he just likes looking at you being happy and smiling, it makes him feel so warm inside

definitely hides behind corners when he hears you walking or coming down the stairs so he can jump out and scare you. don’t worry though, because he always proceeds to hug you and kiss your forehead or temple to say he’s sorry but only kind of bc ur reaction was priceless. the little whack u give his arm in annoyance? he lovessss it bc it’s like he knows u still love him even when he is a little obnoxious

eren is definitely one of those enemies to lovers kind of guy bc he desperately wants someone to love him not necessarily in spite of his flaws, but with his flaws. he needs u to acknowledge that he’s far from a perfect person but still love him regardless

his favorite kind of dates are park dates. he likes going on warm & sunny days to throw a frisbee around with you in the open fields. i feel like he’s a basketball guy so he’ll bring you onto the court and play knockout... when he loses, will tell you he let you win on purpose for the sake of his ego

lolll imagine him critiquing your free throw form or something and coming up behind you to fix it (it wasn’t actually that bad, he just wanted an excuse to be near you)

really needs physical touch. he’s the kind of guy who will always be in contact w you in some way or another. when driving, his hand will be on your thigh or holding yours on top of the center console, same for if you’re out at restaurants but under the table. he’d definitely try and play footsies with you if you’re sitting across from him rather than beside him. when sleeping, he holds you really tight and won’t let you roll over so you better just get comfortable.

doesn’t mind being ur photographer and taking pics for you. he takes some time to learn the methods for the best pics but he eventually gets it

this is kind of random but when playing minecraft, he always blows up creepers and never fills in the creeper holes :| sorry. to make up for it he’ll get you music discs. also likes just going on little adventures to find a sand biome two thousand blocks away and just walking with you in game

on this topic actually i LOVE the idea of gamer bf eren. like not the league-and-monster-drinking kind but sumn about him in a headset and sitting at the edge of his bed... but he’ll definitely teach you how to play shooter games and will be so nice about it, won’t get mad at you, will give you little kisses when you’re not doing well and getting frustrated, and if you’re playing in online lobbies together he’ll stick by you the whole time and carry you

always sending you tiktoks & tries to get you to do all the trends with him. they never go viral but he goes back and watches them when he misses you

i peg him as a cat guy! really good with animals in general. i think most people would expect him to be a dog person since he can be loud and rowdy and excited, but on an emotional level i think he also just likes to be calm and relaxed and would get along with cats well. also teases you when animals reject you for him.

definitely writes about you in his journal. he jots down funny things you say or do or moments you shared so he never forgets any of them, and when he misses you he’ll read through them :( imagine when you’re so much older and he has documented proof of his love for you back when he was young please it makes me cry

also writes down little poetic words or things that remind him of you. he’ll hear a quote in a movie or a book or a song that instantly makes you pop into his head and he just has to write it down. he’s probably tried writing poems or songs about you, but he keeps those really secret because he’s embarrassed

this is kind of random but i think he’s a total beach person! likes going to spend days in the sun, builds sand castles and asks for your rating, drags you into the water to swim with him, will dive under and grab your ankles to freak you out, also looks really good in swim trunks but that's besides the point

he hates to see you upset and tries to cuddle the sadness out of you. when needs be, he’s a really good listener and doesn’t mind letting you just vent. when you cry, he pulls you in for a really tight hug and cradles your head - also because if he sees you crying, he’ll start to cry too because he genuinely feels for you

tries his best to take care of you when you’re sick. not really a good cook or anything, but he’ll make you a grilled cheese or a pop tart, albeit a little crispy even though it’s his third attempt. doesn’t mind being near you and isn’t afraid of getting sick so he’ll cuddle you anyway

loses focus when you’re talking to him sometimes but it’s not because he’s not listening, it’s because he just gets caught up in staring at you and how you look when you talk bc he just adores you. when you snap him out of his, he always gets all red and blushy :(

nsfw under the cut (18+)

really likes sending & receiving nudes/lewds. he always goes for the torso selfie to show off his chest/abs when sending, and it doesn’t matter to him what you send back because he’ll like anything you have to offer

and his responses aren’t lame either. NOT the type to send you a thumbs up or a “ayo you sexy as hell fr doe” - he will hype you up with dirty talk because he seriously means it. honestly might just send you a voice message, or call you if you’re alone and available bc while he might look at pics of you from time to time for aesthetics, the majority of the time he’s jacking off

so you know how i said he likes seeing you in his clothing? he especially likes nudes of you in his clothes. send him a pic wearing his zip up hoodie & nothing else and he’s yours

he prefers being in control/being on top but doesn’t mind if you want to take the reigns every once in a while

throws his head back and groans when u give him head. that's the image.

one of his favorite positions is when you’re in doggy but he pulls you up by the arms so your back is against his chest. he’ll snake a hand around to rub tight little circles on your clit, might put his hand around your throat if you like it. heavenly.

reallyyyy dirty mouth omg. asks sooo many teasing questions, likes hearing you say his name. “you like that, princess?” “louder for me” “who’s making you feel this good?” ugh and it’s not awkward either he makes it sound so good

has a lot of energy and a lot of stamina. stroke game will make you pass out, he’s so smooth and sets such a rhythm with his hips

things that get him going: kissing under his jaw, especially up by his ear. sucking his fingers. tugging on his hair. running your nails down his back.

pins your thighs to the bed when he eats you out. likes to make you squirm and loooves to edge you. super teasing in every way

can we just talk about his voice for a sec... he has the prettiest moans and isn’t afraid to let you know how he’s feeling. when you’re in missionary, he’ll hold himself up with one elbow, hold your hand with the other, and will lean down to moan right in your ear. sometimes does it on purpose bc he knows it turns you on from how you clench around him

usually has a death grip on that sensitive spot between your hips and your waist so he has something to hold on to while he pounds you

when he cums, he 100% buries his face in the crook of your neck, might even bite down from time to time

can totally see him going harder if he knows there’s people around, he doesn’t care who it is that’s outside the door but they’re gonna hear how good he’s making you feel whether you like it or not

wants to see your face when you cum. will definitely tell you to cum for him and keep your eyes open when he’s really feeling it - your expression makes him nut so fucking hard lawwddd

daps u up after sex just cause he’s weird like that lol

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sunarintoes · 4 years ago

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Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!]

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.”

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!”

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg”

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans.

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?”

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned.

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair.

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?”

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers.

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks.

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms.

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.”

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope.

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!]

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes.

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again.

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…”

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.”

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest.

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again;

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel, I can never get enough

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake.

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #fluff #x reader #angst #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma angst #dear whoever #dear whoever: a haikyuu series #kozume kenma x reader

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grumpymcgrumpkins · 4 years ago

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Date Night

Pairing: Nate Sewell/f!Detective (Eva Kingston) Summary: Nate and Eva finally found time for a date after the maa-alused and the carnival, yet it doean’t go exactly as they planned. Notes: It’s kind of a self-indulgent fic, as I just LOVE video games and strongly believe Nate would at least once try to play one (if the Detective asked him to).

Nate came to Eva’s apartment expecting a nice dinner with a glass of wine. They were trying to have a date night for a while now but, even with the maa-alused out of town, something always kept coming up and destroying their plans. But now that both of them had the whole Friday evening free, Nate bought the best ingredients possible to cook his girlfriend’s favourite meal and the tastiest wine he could find in Wayhaven.

He noticed something was off even before he knocked on apartment’s door. He could sense Eva’s heartbeat and, based on its rapid beat, she seemed angry. Nate frowned and knocked. He heard mumbling and after a short while a very visibly irritated detective opened the door. At the sight of Nate, her expression quickly changed into one of surprise and guilt.

“Is it 7 pm already?” she asked. “I’m so, so, SO sorry. I thought I would finish this mission before you came. I had an hour to spare, after I finished preparing for your visit – not that I was anxious or anything, I just like to be prepared – and so I thought ‘Hey, I can probably finish that one side quest, it seems short.’ But it wasn’t short, as you might have guessed. And those damned archespores kept popping up and killing me!” Eva finally stopped her rant to take a breath and noticed how confused Nate looked. She smiled awkwardly, remembering that the vampire didn’t share her knowledge of technology and video games.

“Anyway, it’s great to see you, please come in.” The two kissed in greeting and went inside. On their way to the kitchen Nate noticed the TV was on and Slavic music was playing. He found it curious and promptly asked Eva about it and her previous behaviour.

“Oh, right. I was just playing The Witcher 3 and those monsters in one of the missions kept killing the main character” Eva responded.

“And did you manage to finish this mission in the end?” Nate asked, though he could guess the answer based on detective’s earlier bad mood.

“Ugh, no. I paused the game when you knocked, but I’ll turn it off in a sec. I should be able to finish the mission tomorrow in, like, 15 minutes.”

Nate thought for a while. He wanted to spend some time with Eva while cooking but he also knew she was a disaster in the kitchen. Not to mention, she still seemed a bit bummed out by this game.

“You could finish it now” Nate suggested. “I can handle the food.” He cupped Eva’s face and smiled warmly.

“What? No! I can’t just play when you’re cooking for me. It wouldn’t be fair” detective exclaimed in protest. “Plus,” she stepped closer to Nate, pressing their bodies together, “we are supposed to be spending time together, not in separate rooms. You’re more important than any game” Eva said earnestly. Then a sudden thought struck her and she smiled mischievously.

***

“Press X! Press X!” Eva yelled.

After delicious dinner the couple sat together in the living room to play The Witcher 3. Eva did finish the mission in 15 minutes, just as she predicted. She noticed then that Nate seemed interested in the storyline and asked her multiple questions about Geralt and the plot. That gave her a great idea.

She began a new gameplay so Nate could experience the story from the beginning . Then she had a second, even better idea, to give the vampire a gamepad and teach him how to play.

Nate’s first reaction was to decline and simply observe, but when he saw how excited the detective was about sharing her hobby with him, how her eyes started shining with happiness, he simply couldn’t say “no” to her.

And so he found himself trying to fight a group of bandits. All the buttons looked the same to him. He kept on doing the summersaults instead of attacking, and using the signs instead of blocking an attack. He couldn’t understand how to throw a bomb, and was continuously opening the options menu by accident.

“No, that’s not an X.” Eva looked dejected. Geralt was dead. Again.

Nate, with detective’s help, loaded the last save. During the loading, he put the controller on his lap and looked at his girlfriend. “Perhaps it really would be better if you were the one playing. I’m afraid I’m quite bad at it,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not bad, just…” While trying to find a nicer word to describe Nate’s lack of skill regarding video games, Eva moved closer to him and put her hand on his arm. “You have many other talents. I suppose you can’t be good at everything and I’m sorry for forcing you to play. I just thought you’d appreciate the story and it’s much more immersive when you’re the one playing.” Eva frowned and laid her head on Nate’s shoulder. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, then delicately took hold of her chin to tip it upwards so their eyes would meet.

“Don’t apologise. I love spending time with you and I adore how excited you can get about your hobbies. I’m honoured you wanted to include me in them but I think I would make much better audience than a gamer.”

“Does that mean you’d still like to watch me play?” detective asked uncertainly.

“Yes, definitely. Perhaps you’ve noticed, but I quite enjoy our time spent together, no matter what we’re doing.” Eva could feel herself blush under Nate’s soft gaze. Neither of them noticed when they started leaning towards each other but they weren’t mad at the outcome as mere inches were separating their lips.

Nate brushed his thumb over Eva’s slightly open lips and that was all the encouragement she needed to close the gap between them. The two kissed passionately, with their arms wrapped around each other. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the game had loaded. They probably wouldn’t notice it at all, focused on exploring the other’s lips and bodies, if the in-game music hadn’t been suddenly interrupted by a loud “HAAAYEEEAAAAH!”. The couple immediately broke apart, startled by the woman’s yell, and detective needed only a second to realise that the game had loaded and Geralt was being attacked. She grabbed the controller and jumped into the fight. Nate looked amused at his girlfriend. There was something endearingly entertaining about her concentrated face, the slight furrow of her brows and pursed lips.

It wasn’t how he imagined their evening to go, but he wasn’t complaining. They were together and that’s what mattered. He knew they had many dates ahead of them, some with video games, some without. That certainty about their shared future made him smile, as he continued to watch his girlfriend play the video game.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #nate sewell #eva kingston #i kind of want to play witcher now #my writing

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bnhablessings · 5 years ago

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Love

KiriBaku is the 2nd ship that had won and is meant to be my 200 follower special! This one-shot is supposed to be comedy-fluff (there’s like barely any comedy lol) but I ended up putting a smidge of angst oops Anyway, I want to say thank you to everyone who has followed me! I had said before that I tend to be inactive during the holidays because of sad personal reasons so I am surprised that I managed to even hit the 200 mark in such a short time so thank you. You all mean the world to me. <3 I am a total sap

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings: None (Fluff and a smidge of angst for days), Bakugou gets really soft for a hot sec and I don’t regret it

Words: 1,692

“Sorry.”

The word was grunted out and took Kirishima, who is sat on the floor, by surprise. His head snaps up to the bed to see a sleepy Bakugou already staring down at him. The red-head glances towards the clock to see it’s almost midnight, on a school night, so he’s even more taken back. Bakugou never apologizes, so Bakugou doing so, late at night worries the red-head to no ends.

Kirishima pauses the muted game and places the controller on the floor beside him. He is quick to take a spot on the bed beside Bakugou.

“Why are you apologizing?” Kirishima questions, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

The permanent glare that would usually be on Bakugou’s face is non-existent. Instead, an almost sorrowful look is on his face. His eyes waver as he stares at Kirishima. Silence fills the air as Kirishima waits patiently taking the other’s hand gently.

It takes a while before Bakugou speaks. “Well, you wanted to go to that movie this weekend, didn’t you?” Bakugou questions his gaze suddenly narrowing down at the red-head.

The rest of the question is heard through the silence. Bakugou wanted to add ‘With me?’

It hit Kirishima and he forces a smile on his face as his heart begins to ache. He squeezes Bakugou’s hand and answers, “Well yeah but I told you before it is fine since the others are tagging along. You can take however long you need before we come out to the class.”

Silence once again befalls between the two males. It’s been a full month since they’ve been officially dating in secret. A full month of Kirishima pretending that they are just best bros for Bakugou’s sake. Bakugou doesn’t really care who knows now but he wished it to be a secret because he is one for privacy. That and he really wanted to be sure of his feelings for Kirishima. It is his first relationship and one he never dreamed of having.

Now that he is sure of his feelings, he has surprisingly become gentle around Kirishima. Of course, that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the Bakusquad. They already figured out the two were dating but have said nothing out of respect (besides the slight teasing because it’s the Bakusquad).

“Babe, go back to sleep,” Kirishima murmurs as the forced smile turns into a gentle one upon seeing Bakugou’s tiredness.

Bakugou says in a mumble, “Get the fuck over here.”

Kirishima’s smile lights up the room at that demand. The video game is long forgotten as he cuddles into Bakugou and the two sleep rather soundly.

~*~

The school day went by as normal. Bakugou is already headed for the dorms with the squad in tow. They make it halfway when the squad is stopped by the Dekusquad. All of them ignore the agitated Pomeranian as Uraraka starts the conversation between all of them.

“Sorry to bother you but we were wondering if you would like to accompany us to the arcade? Todoroki has never gone and Iida doesn’t quite understand the gist of it so I figured if we invited you all along you can show them how it’s done!” Uraraka says explaining their situation.

Kirishima immediately lights up at this and answers for himself, “I’ll tag along! That sounds fun!”

A lightbulb seems to turn on in Ashido’s, Sero’s, Kaminari’s, and Jirou’s head. Ashido acts fast as she links arms with Kirishima.

“Yes! We’ll join! I know Kirishima is the manliest here to show you how to be a true gamer!” Ashido says too happily.

Kaminari laughs as he asks Bakugou, “Are you coming with us? You should follow Kirishima’s example-“

“Shut the fuck up. Are we going or not?” Bakugou says with a growl.

~*~

“Whoa, what are you guys doing here?” Kaminari asks.

Hagakure, Shoji, and Mineta are at the arcade as well. Hagakure is the one to answer as she says loudly and cheerfully, “I begged Shoji to come since Tsuyu said you all were coming!”

“I overheard that a few of our lady-friends would be here,” Mineta answers.

Ashido is the one that hits him before proceeding with a plan to ensure that everyone has the most fun. It works for everyone there but Bakugou. He remains a bit away from Kirishima at all times. He’s heavily annoyed that the others are getting close to him but for some reason, it feels like he’s watching Kirishima at one of his brightest moments.

The way his lips move to form a smile or how he encourages others to try the best. It warms his heart. Though he is even more annoyed that his attention is on others than him but it’s understandable considering the situation.

“Kaachan-“

Midoriya stops upon receiving the harshest glare from Bakugou. However, Midoriya’s voice was loud enough to gather the attention of Todoroki, Asui, and Ashido.

Todoroki glares at Bakugou as he asks, “What is it Midoriya?”

“Ah- I didn’t want to make Kaachan mad but I was wondering… Do you like Kirishima?”

The question made him freeze. He didn’t know how to respond and it didn’t help that to him, fucking Deku, was the one asking. With a loud ‘tch’ he leaves the arcade without a word. A few minutes pass as Midoriya wonders if he should go after him.

“What made you ask that?” Todoroki questions with curiosity now that the aggressive male is gone.

Midoriya frowns a bit before he responds, “I was just observing everyone and when I saw Bakugou I noticed the way he was looking at Kiri.”

“What about me? Oh, where did Bakubro go?” Kirishima asks as the others show up in tow.

“He um left.” Deku is awkward about not wanting to bring up what drove him away.

Todoroki is ruthless as he doesn’t hold back the information and says, “Midoriya asked him if he likes you.”

“I don’t think Bakugou is capable of feelings of love. Besides, he’s too focused on becoming the Number 1 Pro Hero,” Tsuyu says full of thought.

The painful ache in Kiri grows. It’s almost unbearable as he tries to laugh it off. The poor boy desperately wants to defend his boyfriend but is unable to. If Bakugou really left at that, then there is no way he is near ready to come out to the class.

“Well, this would be a wonderful time to head back to the dorms in order to make it in a timely manner for dinner!” Iida states.

Ashido is the first to speak from the Bakusquad and says, “You guys go ahead. I actually wanted to get a game in with Kiri.”

Midoriya is the only one who gives Kirishima a concerned look from sensing something else. The others bid the Bakusquad goodbye and Midoriya follows behind a bit reluctant.

“Dude, you okay?” Kaminari questions.

He and Sero put a hand on each of Kirishima’s shoulders. Ashido is peering up at the confused boy who is trying desperately to act like everything is fine. Upon seeing his face, she wants to let out a small inhuman cry because there are tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

“I’m about to go kill hi-“

The arcade door slams open and Bakugou walks. His cheeks are a slight red hue and he is blowing into his hands. His eyes scan the arcade only to stop on the group. He takes large strides to them before boldly reaching for Kirishima’s hand.

“Fuck it’s so damn cold outside.”

Indeed, his words ring true as Bakugou’s cold hand makes Kirishima flinch. His mind turns blank as he realizes that Bakugou is actually holding is hand, in front of their friends, and in public.

“Let’s get out of here before it gets more fucking cold and dark. You- damn extras, find a different route,” Bakugou says as a demand.

He pulls a confused but now happy Kirishima out of the arcade and the two start their slow walk back to campus. Their hands don’t part for a single second. However, their walking speed comes to a halt when Kirishima admits something.

“I’m surprised you came back for me,” He says.

His voice is slightly shaky, forcing Bakugou to tense. Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh as he squeezes Kirishima’s hand.

“I never left. I waited outside until fucking Deku and those extras left.”

It’s silent between the two for a moment until Kirishima says, “I know it’s unmanly of me but you had me worried there for a second. When I heard you left I thought you were, I don’t know, ashamed of others even thinking we’re together.”

When more silence follows, Kirishima gets a bit nervous. He lets out a forced chuckle but before he can even utter a word out or make a joke of it, Bakugou wraps his arms around him. The sudden embrace makes all train of thought leave and Kirishima slowly but snugly returns the hug.

“Never, Dumbass. I love you.”

The way Bakugou says this is sort of choked. It shows how emotionally stumped he is from how much energy it took to say it but also proves that he meant it in full. That is all Kirishima needs to know that the love they have is real. That Bakugou is ready to come out to the class and Kirishima couldn’t be happier.

Bonus scene:

“PFFT What do your shirts say?!” Sero asks with a big smile on his face.

Ashido and Kaminari are already howling with laughter. Most of the class that had decided to go to the movies with the Bakusquad watch with amusement and awe. Bakugou growls like a vicious animal as his hold on Kirishima tightens.

“You can fucking read, can’t you?”

Indeed, everyone there reads the shirts in their head once more. Bakugou’s shirt says “I’m With Stupid” while Kirishima’s shirt says “Guess I’m Stupid”. Somehow, Kirishima had managed to get Bakugou to wear this since he agreed to go to the movies last minute.

The condition?

Kirishima wears the “Guess I’m Stupid” shirt and then they will burn the shirts after the movie is over. Love at its finest.

#boko no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x kirishima #fluff #angst #eijirou x katsuki #anime #manga #cute #bakugou katsuki x kirishima eijirou

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somethinglacking · 5 years ago

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Shooting for Stars: Chapter 2

Summary:

Hyuna Lee just started college, and while procrastinating decided to give a popular MMO called LOLOL a try. Here she will meet new friends, battle monsters, part takes in epic quests, and potentially find love!

Most of this will take place in LOLOL at the beginning.

This takes place a year/ year and a half after Seven’s good end, and the secret endings. Yoosung x OC

**Update’s once a week** Chapter word count: 4408

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The day seemed to keep dragging on and on. A certain University student sat in a lecture dozing off. Maybe he should have logged off when Sapfyre had. His purple irises where bloodshot from the two hours of sleep he did manage to get. His lids were heavy as he rested his chin in his palm attempting to focus on what the Professor was saying. Knowing he had a quiz at the end of the week, and the professor had promised all they had to do was show up and pay attention to pass. However, it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. One of his classmates had kicked his chair trying to keep him alert, the action made him blush as he dopily stared at the front of the room. You’d think he would have learned his lesson time after time again he ended up staying up all night playing LOLOL.

The bottle-blond thought back to last night and the newbie he had managed to befriend. They were nice, extremely noobish, but they had fun. He smiled to himself remembering the promise to meet up again tonight. They had managed to raise at least 9 levels and they had chosen the cleric class as promised. Yoosung was overjoyed to know he might be able to get a half-decent healer for the guild as he helped the newcomer practice the craft of the game. The gamer couldn’t help but think of all the things he could do to help his newest party member advance in the game.

His classmate kicked his chair again and he glared over to him, annoyed that he was constantly being pulled away from his thoughts. Truthfully he just couldn’t wait to get home and log onto LOLOL. Sapfyre said they were a student and they were in the same timezone, most likely had day class’s if the panic about their project that was due was any indicator. Meaning they would most likely log in at the same time as him, or a little after. Yoosung hasn’t felt this excited over a new person since Mi-Cha came crashing into the RFA messenger a little over a year ago. It made his chest kind of ticklish, which was weird. There was a very high chance Sapfyre was another dude on the other side, and possibly underage too. Yoosung groaned rubbing his dry eyes trying to calm his inner musing and push thoughts away. How desperate is he becoming?

Sighing softly to himself he decided maybe overthinking last night’s LOLOL encounter was a bad idea. He was just lonely, and watching two of his friends fall in love over messages and eventually get married in the same year had his chest twisting with a sense of jealousy. Sure he was happy for them, of course, he supported them. It was as an onlooker with no romantic history that made him envious of their partnership. Seeing his best friend so happy, and the way Saeyoung and Mi-Cha just seem to get each other. They fought for one another, faced every challenge as a team. It was a really beautiful relationship.

He wanted what they had.

He wanted it badly.

Eventually, classes concluded for the day and Yoosung felt full of energy all of a sudden. He hadn’t taken in anything the professors had attempted to teach him. Mentally he questioned why he was even bothering with university then his mother’s face flashed behind his eyelids. Ya, she would have been pissed if he just up and quit school. Though after everything that has taken place he honestly debated changing his major. He only had two years left, it would be like starting all over.

On his walk back to his dorm room with a meal from the convenient store, his mind wandered to Rika. Zen and himself had shipped her away to Alaska, trying to save her from both Jumin and Saeyoung’s rath. It was a foolish move as more and more truth about her illegal activity came to light. After Saeran opened up to the abuse he endured under her. Yet, someone boyish part of him still didn’t want Rika to suffer, he wanted her to get better. He wanted his cousin back. Only he seemed to be the only one in the RFA that gave a damn about Rika’s recovery.

Yoosung let out a sigh as he unlocked the door leading into his dorm room. His violet eyes scanned his livingroom and frowned. “It’s pretty lonely.” He whispered to himself as he dropped his school bag on the couch and made his way to his bedroom. On instinct, he sat at his computer and booted it up. He opened his store-bought sushi and began to nibble it as his hindows ran an update check before booting up his desktop. He had LOLOL set to automatically load once the computer came to life. The icon showed a loading hourglass and then the main screen loaded up with the daily newsletter. Yoosung took a moment to read it over not noticing anything interesting and logged his tank up.

The first thing he did was claim his daily bonus and check his friend’s list. Saeyoung and Mi-Cha where online in some dungeon. He smiled hoping they married couple was enjoying their time playing games with one another. Saeran didn’t appear to be online, and Yoosung wondered what the younger twin could be up too if his brother and sister in law were actively playing games. He scrolled noticing that Sapfyre hadn’t logged in since they said goodnight last night. He sighed putting more food in his mouth as he got a bunch of party requests from random players. He declined them all and idled himself.

Yoosung chewed and check his phone noticing a miss call from Zen and rolling his eyes. He had a few emails about possible party guests for the next RFA party. He took a moment to look at them before forwarding them to Mi-Cha. She handled the rest from there. Jaehee, Zen and Jumin were all active in a chatroom. Yoosung cringed wondering if he should go be a cushion for Jaehee knowing the men in the room were most likely arguing and her trying to keep them on track.

As his thumb hovered over the enter chatroom icon and notification popped up on his monitor. His eyes read over it and smiled. There was Sapfyre, they must have just gotten home from school. He closed the RFA app and silenced his phone. He shoved the rest of his food into his mouth as he opened his private messages with the newbie.

SupermanYoosung★: Hiya!

SupermanYoosung★: Ready for more dungeon crawling?

Nervously he chewed on the pad of his thumb waiting for the stranger to reply to him. After all, it was coming home and playing with this person that had gotten throughout his day. He didn’t want to come across clingy though. After a small intervention involving Saeyoung and Zen, he had realized that his problem was that he was a stage five clinger. Sighing with a blush dusting his checks he waited patiently for them to reply.

‘Plus this person was most likely a guy’ He reminded himself and thought of his guild member’s horror stories about being catfished on the site.

Sapfyre: Oh Hey You~

Sapfyre: Haha I’m up for more!

Sapfyre: The monsters will have no idea what hit them when SupermanYoosung is through with them!

Yoosung smiled, really wishing this person owned a headset. He was curious about what they sounded like. They wrote in a manner that was similar to Mi-Cha but that didn’t mean anything. Maybe they were just feminine, maybe they are playing to role play like a girl. It wasn’t uncommon for members to role play out relationships and the such on here. The game even offered and marriage system for such a thing. It was diverse in how a player would like to spend their time within it’s the massive world.

SupermanYoosung★: Hell ya!

SupermanYoosung★: We should be able to pick your class today, you’re almost level 10!

Sapfyre: Only thanks to you!

Sapfyre: Honestly if I had been left to my own devices last night I wouldn’t even be close to level 10!

Sapfyre: So thank you!

Yoosung chuckled liking the attention and praise.

SupermanYoosung★: no thanks is needed ^^

SupermanYoosung★: I’m having a lot of fun playing with you!

SupermanYoosung★: I’ll create a party, one sec.

He swiftly invited his new friend to make a party with him. He waited for her to join as he organized his inventory.

Sapfyre: One of these days I’ll figure out how to do this

And just like that their avatars where linked together. Yoosung couldn’t help the way his heart pittered. He really needed to get a hold on himself and remind himself that the other player was, in fact, a dude. Not that Yoosung was personally offended by same-sex relationships, he just wasn’t interested in starting anything with another dude.

“Really wish they had a mic so my brain could stop thinking about this too much.” Yoosung wished to himself, readjusting his hairpins to push his bang out of his face more.

SupermanYoosung★: Until that fateful day I got you covered.

Sapfyre: My hero lol

Yoosung began preparing for their next quest, he knew of a couple they could pair off with and each get the exp. Simple missions that involved them slaying a certain number of minor enemies and such. He was also going to get them to up their cooking and fishing skills so she could brew their own potions. How useful support was in actuality and a money saver.

SupermanYoosung★: First I’ll bring us to a place where we can fish. I’ll just hand you over what I catch. Then you can cook them all to build those skills.

Sapfyre: Aye Aye Captain!

Yoosung chuckled as his eyes lit up.

SupermanYoosung★: Sorry if it seemed like I’m bossing you around ^^;;

SupermanYoosung★: It just helps the arch maester class brew potions and buffs.

Sapfyre: Oooh that sounds cool.

Sapfyre: Don’t worry about bossing me around~

‘How suggestive’ Yoosung pondered biting his lip before teleporting them to the fishing island. There he quested an item share and handed them a nice fishing rod that wouldn’t break every five seconds. Then they got to work. Since it was a pretty basic automatic action he wanted to take this chance to get to know them better.

SupermanYoosung★: This might take a while.

SupermanYoosung★: So you mentioned you’re a student. What are you studying?

Sapfyre: Wow this is really a grind, huh?

Sapfyre: I’m an art and digital design student.

Sapfyre: Nothing too exciting, what are you studying?

SupermanYoosung★: I’m in training to be a vet ^^;

SupermanYoosung★: sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice for myself

Sapfyre: A vet? You must be pretty smart then.

Sapfyre: I think we all doubt our educational choices.

Sapfyre: isn’t that what being a student is all about? Being unsure about our future and trying to make sure we make the right decisions?

Sapfyre: If you’re passionate about animal’s you could make all the difference one day ^^

Yoosung blushed nearly crimson reading their messages. No one had ever sided with him and his doubts. Maybe they were feeling it too. Art wasn’t something that guaranteed a job in the future and was hard to get noticed in.

Sapfyre: If anything you could just transfer to human medicine. It’s all under the biology major, is it not?

He hadn’t even thought of that possibility. Indeed, he could just transfer and just suck up an extra year of school. SKY university did offer an internship program after the medical exams. Yoosung bit his thumb pondering the possibility.

SupermanYoosung★: I hadn’t thought of that

SupermanYoosung★: ahaha

SupermanYoosung★: My friends usually just tell me to suck it up and get school over with.

SupermanYoosung★: That I should just be anxious about finding employment.

Sapfyre: What's the point of working in a career you have no passion for?

SupermanYoosung★: Are you passionate about art?

Sapfyre: Hahaha

Sapfyre: Yes! Art is the main thing that gives me a drive every day!

Sapfyre: Even if my father thinks it’s a waste of my time and future, I’m going to pursue it.

Sapfyre: Maybe instead of listening to others, you should listen to the drive within you. Find something you’re passionate about.

Sapfyre: A vet’s good if you really like animals. A doctor or surgeon is good if you like helping people.

SupermanYoosung★: I might just do that!

SupermanYoosung★: wow- I didn’t mean to get so serious on you like that.

Sapfyre: It’s fine.

Sapfyre: We are going to be fishing for a while.

Sapfyre: And I’d never get mad at someone for voicing their insecurities.

SupermanYoosung★: You’re a really cool person

SupermanYoosung★: But let's get off the heavy topics

Sapfyre: Hmmmm

Sapfyre: How long have you been playing LOLOL

Yoosung frowned, at least they didn't ask how much he plays.

SupermanYoosung★: a little over 2 years

SupermanYoosung★: A friend of mine downloaded it for me, and I’ve been hooked ever since.

Sapfyre: I’ll confess this is more addictive than it has any business being.

SupermanYoosung★: Welcome to LOLOL hell I hope you enjoy your stay~

Sapfyre: Ahaha thank you

Sapfyre: I think it might just be the company >-<

Yoosung felt his ear burning. He couldn’t help but agree with them, but at the same time, he wanted to approach this budding friendship with caution. He’d never hear the end of it if Saeyoung finds out he was catfished. Or potentially catfished. The student willed his mind to get it together, they weren’t even flirting with him, he was just lonely and desperate at the moment. That was logical. He’d just play it cool.

Some Time passed and Sapfyre got a headway into fishing and cooking. An hour had passed since they logged on and talked about pointless things like the latest RPG and anime. Yoosung could very easily see himself being friends with this guy in real life. They had many similar interests. He found himself laughing at some of the corny jokes they made too. Like actually laughing out loud.

Now they were gearing up to head into a dungeon. Saeyoung had sent him a private message, but the gamer ignored it in favor of getting Sapfyre set up for more monster hunting. Once again the crawling was slow due to him having to fall back to type commands for his companion. He really wishes they would get a headset to make this more swift, and also so they could actively chat more.

Sapfyre had reached level 10 and they had a long debate on the best support healing class for them. Arche Master won healing spells and potion brewing. Just as Yoosung had hoped they’d choose.

As he was about to wrap them a voice chat request from Saeran popped up. Yoosung groaned, he didn’t even see him log in. He pardoned himself for a moment and plugged in his headset. He accepted his friends' request, typing to Sapfyre he’ll be a moment.

“Hey.” Yoosung said eyeing the little ‘take your time’ from his new friend.

“So you ignore my brother, but talk to me?” Saeran questioned, even Yoosung could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re the lesser of the two evils,” Yoosung explained sighing, explaining to Sapfyre he was just setting up his headset to chat with another player before warping them to the first location for a low-level quest. “Anyways what's up?”

Saeran was silent for a moment. “What are you doing in such a beginner level area?” he questioned and Yoosung rolled his eyes.

“I met someone new to the server yesterday, I’m raising myself an Arche Master.” He chuckled gloating.

“How the hell did you seduce- Sap-fire? Into becoming a support class for you?” Saeran asked trying to figure out if he was pronouncing the username correctly. Yoosung honestly didn’t know if that's how you say it, but it was as good a guess as to his.

“Haha~” Yoosung let out a boyish giggle and then lowered his voice. “I know how to get around Saeran. Why you jealous I’m gonna have myself an amazing support!”

“Sure.” Saeran sighed the sound of his keyboard being typed on made its way into the mic. “It’ll benefit our guild over Mi-Cha’s and my idiot brothers.”

“That’s true.” Yoosung hummed replying to Sapfyre quickly as he sent his avatar charging into an assault.

“Don’t tell me they are a typer-” Saeran asked in mock horror at the implication.

“Ya, but it’s not their fault.” Yoosung defended his new friend. “They are a student like me, and literally just started LOLOL yesterday.”

Saeran groaned anyway. The faint sounds of Mi-Cha hissing something to her husband were heard in the background. Yoosung let out an amused poof of air wondering what Saeyoung did now to get her riled up like that.

“Do they always have to be so loud?” Saeran whispered his complaint and Yoosung chuckled under his breath. “So I take it you’ll be busy for awhile helping that person with leveling?”

“Ya.” The gamer replied typing to Sapfyre about their next mission swiftly. “It’s gonna take a bit more time given we have to type to one another until they can get a headset.”

“Fine.” Saeran murmured. “I’ll just go sell goods and mine while you help the noob.”

“Sounds good,” Yoosung replied. Saeran made a noise and their line disconnected. He wasn’t much of a talker, unless it was necessary as Yoosung found out over the year of knowing him.

SupermanYoosung★: There is glow mushrooms in this cave

Sapfyre: Ooooooh sounds fancy~

SupermanYoosung★: Ahaha they look really pretty!

SupermanYoosung★: Only problem is-

SupermanYoosung★: This is the only place to farm them and it’s a level 45 dungeon.

At that moment he wished he would’ve asked Saeran for help. There was a certain random spawn for a level 98 dragon event happening in that dungeon. The dragon looked sick though, with the mushrooms growing off his body, but he was a bitch to face.

Sapfyre: I’ll try my best to give you back up!

SupermanYoosung★: We got this >-<

SupermanYoosung★: Nothing can stand in this duo’s way!

SupermanYoosung★: Let’s just pray the level 98 dragon doesn’t spawn

He pressed teleport and warped them inside the entrance of the cave.

Sapfyre: hahaha

Sapfyre: hahaha level 98 dragon in a level 45 dungeon.

Sapfyre: You’re trolling me, right?

Yoosung chuckled. He wishes he were, but they needed that glow mushroom for a revival potion with a 5% brew success rate. Meaning they’d be here for a while. If he got lucky maybe one of his friends would see where he was and come help. If not they would have to hope for the best.

SupermanYoosung★: Don’t worry~

SupermanYoosung★: There is only a 28% chance he’ll spawn.

An almost daring smirk crossed the gamer's lips as he sent both their avatar rushing into the depth of the dungeon. Sapfyre was being cute thinking every droplet sound effect was the dragon spawning. However, as of right now they’d be okay. It wasn’t until the last 5 levels of the dungeon did it ever spawn.

Sapfyre: This is a suicide mission!

SupermanYoosung★: Naw, I’ve only faced him once and that was after multiple times looking for him.

Sapfyre’s avatar was farming mushroom’s and Yoosung was fending off monsters. It moved quicker with them both focusing on a task. Surprisingly they were making headway pretty quickly within the dungeon.

After some time he saw Saeran’s avatar spawn in with them, and Yoosung chuckled feeling like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. In the world chat, Saeran sent numerous question marks and Yoosung sent some back. Soon after Saeran asked to join their party and Yoosung accepted. It automatically created a separate group chat for the team.

Sapfyre: Oh hey! Someone new!

SupermanYoosung★: This is a friend of mine. Seems he’s just as nervous about us running into the Shroom Dragon as you are.

Sapfyre: I told you!

Sapfyre: This is a suicide mission!

UnknownUserName: What do you think you’re doing ^^

SupermanYoosung★: Making revival potions

Sapfyre: Trying to get us killed!

Sapfyre: Oh more mushrooms!

Yoosung smiled watching her run towards the farm point and start gathering more of the precious material. Both Saeran and himself fended off the monsters spawning around them. Saeran was a ranged character opting for a longbow. He still hit hard though. They always made a good team.

Sapfyre: Go boys go!

SupermanYoosung★: Whoooooo!

Sapfyre made her Avatar do a cheering motion as they fought off the critters that were mostly child's play to him and Saeran. Soon enough they all collected up again and moved further within the cave.

SupermanYoosung★: The moment of truth boys

SupermanYoosung★: May we proceed to victory

Sapfyre: ????

UnknownUserName: It spawns in the last 5 levels

Sapfyre: You mean I was jumping at every little sound for nothing this whole time!

UnknownUserName: Apparently

Sapfyre: Yoosung you god damn troll!

SupermanYoosung★: Thought I mentioned

UnknownUserName: Sure.

Yoosung chuckled, a little disappointed they newcomer didn’t react to him referring to them all being boys. He sighed resolving himself into finally believing they were, in fact, a dude with a cute Avatar. There was no denying the disappointment he felt. At least the connection they had made could be swayed towards a friendship. Yoosung smiled sadly to himself, mentally scolding himself for being so desperate for a girlfriend again.

The team proceeded with extreme caution. Yoosung had his headphones on with the volume at a punishing high listening for any telltale signs they were not alone. Even his breathing mellowed out as his heart hammered in his chest. It was exhilarating sneaking about trying to get to the loot at the end of the cove.

Soon enough he saw two more Avatars run unto the screen. They requested to join the party and Yoosung let out a slow breath of relief. He accepted watching as Saeyoung and Mi-Cha’s user names joined his and Saerans along with Sapfyre.

AhaChaCha: Wow, really pushing it guys

HackerGod: Will he spawn though

HackerGod: Dun Dun

HackerGod: Come on Saeran, give me a DUN!

UnknownUserName: No

Sapfyre: DUNNNN!!!!

HackerGod: HAHA

AhaChaCha: Yoosung it’s not nice to get your new friends killed.

SupermanYoosung★: Meh, we would’ve been fine.

Sapfyre: Would we really have been though!?!

Sapfyre: Look at all these people concerned about our well being!

Sapfyre: Can’t believe you took me out on a suicide mission T^T

HackerGod: Lolol, Ya Yoosung.

HackerGod: How

HackerGod: Could

HackerGod: YOU!

AhaChaCha: T^T this is so sad

AhaChaCha: Alexia play Despacito~

Sapfyre: Pbffft

UnknownUserName: How am I related to you fools?

SupermanYoosung★: Only three more Levels to go!

SupermanYoosung★: MEN - Mi-Cha- LET’S MARCH FORWARDS TO VICTORY!

Sapfyre: Y'all hear that??

As Sapfyre’s message appeared a rumbling roar shook Yoosung’s eardrums. He hissed removing the headset and moved quickly. Honestly, the rest of them could’ve easily made a voice chat, but maybe they were being considerate to Sapfyre who would be the only man out.

HackerGod: Let us KamiKaze this bitch!

UnknownUserName: Now that’s something I can get behind

AhaChaCha: Stay back and focus on your healing spells, Sapfyre

SupermanYoosung★: Should we cue a war cry?

Sapfyre: FREEDOM!!!

SupermanYoosung★: lmao!

HackGod: GRYFFINDOR!!!

With that, they all took their positions. Saeyoung was a mage and stood back with his brother seeing as their both ranged. Mi-Cha and Himself charged in. She was a duel wielding halfling and him a tank. Saran was careful to position himself before Sapfyre protecting the extremely under-leveled healer. Yoosung was honestly surprised how easily Sapfyre got into the team formation and tried desperately to keep all their hit points up.

It was a long battle with just the five of them, even with Saeyoung and himself holding the number 1 and 2 place in the server ranking. Mi-Cha and saeran’s characters weren’t anything to scoff at. Sapfyre did good hanging out in the far back healing as fast as their mp gage and cool downtime would allow them. They even started tossing some of the potion’s Yoosung had bought for them the night prior. Event bosses were always a pain in the ass to take down, but the rewards were sooo worth it.

No one dared type in the group chat, everyone was busy watching for openings for an all-out attack when the defence dropped. Nothing like a risky battle to get your blood pumping, or so they say. Yoosung found himself swearing to himself as his voice got more panic watching his health bar deplete, however, Sapfyre was trying to heal him back up. Maybe this was a mistake, but if they went down, all of them could say they went down with one hell of a fight.

After a good hour, the beast died and Mi-Cha was like a hit point away from dying. Yoosung could almost hear everyone's sigh of relief as the exp divide between the five of them. Yoosung chuckled watching Sapfyre make their Avatar dance about in celebration.

AhaChaCha: That was too close for comfort.

HackerGod: At least Sapfyre is feeling energetic enough to dance for us

Sapfyre: What a rush! You’re all amazing! I went up like 7 levels!

UnknownUserName: There was a lesson to be learned here

SupermanYoosung★: Ya ya

HackerGod: I believe in the heart of the cards

AhaChaCha: lol! Got some good loot!

SupermanYoosung★: I’m glad you all showed up

SupermanYoosung★: Our ass’s would’ve been grass

Sapfyre: D:

Sapfyre: I told you this was a suicide mission!

UnknownUserName: ^^

After a few finishing things, and getting to the field of glow mushrooms everyone left the part. Soon it was just him, Sapfyre, and the loading screen brings them back to safety.

Sapfyre: It’s so late

Sapfyre: Don’t you ever sleep, Yoosung?

SupermanYoosung★: Sometimes lolol

SupermanYoosung★: I take it you’re headed to bed

Sapfyre: Yes! Are you insane? I have morning classes

Sapfyre: If anything you should be joining me

Yoosung choked on his spit.

Sapfyre: OMG!

Sapfyre: I meant you should be heading to bed!

Sapfyre: Gosh, now I’m blushing

SupermanYoosung★: It’s okay haha

SupermanYoosung★: You’re probably right

SupermanYoosung★: I’m just not gonna listen :p

Sapfyre: I rolled my eyes

Sapfyre: I guess this is goodnight!

Sapfyre: Nighty Night~

SupermanYoosung★: Night!~

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 6 years ago

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Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 9

Hey guys, I’m sick as well as moving to a new town, so please forgive how short this chapter is. Just 2,500ish words. Hopefully, I can get the packing done soon and maybe get out another chapter this weekend. Take care, everyone!

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six, pt seven, part eight

You rubbed your eyes as best you could without ruining your makeup and sighed. It felt as if you hadn’t had a good night’s rest in ages, not since the first time you and Hanzo had broken it off. Now, two months since Genji’s house party, you were still feeling crumpled and confused. Yes, the initial pain had subsided quite a bit, but your desire to be with him again was still raging like an inferno. As was your resentment at how terribly you missed Hanzo.

“Distractions,” you whispered to yourself as you slipped on your shoes, “I just need to be focused on something else. I’ll be fine. He’s just a boy, I’ll get over it.”

Which was worse, trying to force yourself to hate a man, or clinging on to every memory you had together like a desperate fanatic?

“Christ,” you hissed, “I’m starting to sound like Lori.”

As soon as you had tossed on your coat, your phone began to sing, and you smiled. “Hey Lucio,” you chuckled as you answered, “did you change my ringtone when I wasn’t looking?”

“Of course I did,” he laughed, “no college of mine is going to have a generic ringtone! Besides, ain’t you supposed to be repping me? Makes sense that you have one of my hits bumping out your cell every time I call!”

“Good point,” you nodded, checking your hair in the mirror one last time. “You here?”

“Yeah, I’m downstairs. You ready?”

“Be there in a sec,” you said, more cheerily than you had sounded in weeks. When your favorite client had surprised you at work the other day, things had instantly felt one hundred-times better. Lucio was always lively, excited, and willing to do just about anything to help someone have a good time. Which was where you came in. When he went a little over the top or stepped on a few toes with his . . . aggressive approach to philanthropy, you came in to smooth things over and convince media outlets to avoid heated words without knowing the facts.

“Lookin’ swanky, girl,” Lucio said as he waved you into his bright yellow sports car. “Those the frog earrings I sent you?!”

“Well of course,” you giggled, “they’re my favorite, and like you said, I’m here repping you.”

“Nice,” he said giving you a loud high five, “and might I say, you’re rocking that bright green dress.”

You flushed, “It’s not too much, is it?”

“No way! Just look at me,” he snorted, lowering his gold-rimmed sunglasses and gesturing to the shimmering golden equipment strapped to his legs. Even though he wasn’t the DJ at tonight’s event, the man wouldn’t be caught dead unprepared if the opportunity to ‘up the tempo’ arose.

“I suppose it’s not every day I get to go to a disco, so I may as well bring out the glittery go-go boots while I can,” you grinned.

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Lucio cheered, pulling away from the curb like a wild man and cranking the radio, “Woo, let’s get this party started!”

As the two of you drove, Lucio chattered away almost nonstop, only interrupting his stories about his tour to bop along to the radio. He would automatically harmonize with any vocals, and his perfect tone gave you shivers.

“Is something up,” he eventually asked as he pulled up to the line for the valet parking, “you’re not usually this quiet.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you lied, eyeing the big Overwatch logo on the massive limo in front of you.

“Hey,” Lucio said, turning down the music, “come on, talk to me. That’s why you’re my favorite person to work with – you’re honest with me, no matter if I do great or if I really screw something up.”

You looked over to him and sighed. Lucio wasn’t just a client, he was a friend, too. The two of you had fumbled through the beginning of your careers together and backed each other up when things went haywire. He had helped you build an amazing resume, and you had helped him become a household name.

“It’s just,” you began awkwardly, “I kinda had a bad break up a while ago, and I’m really hoping he won’t be here tonight.”

“Oof,” he grunted with a grimace, “that’s the worst. You were right when you told me not to date that pop star, ended in a world of hurt and I have to see her everywhere! This guy, would he be here on the famous people end, or on the sponsoring end?”

“Sponsoring, I guess,” you said waving your hand at the Overwatch circle in frustration.

“You were dating someone with Overwatch,” Lucio asked somewhat incredulously. You nodded. “Well, at least you know how to pick ‘em. Was he a bigwig? Most of the time only bigwigs come to these things. And old friends,” he added, elbowing you gently.

“He’s a bigwig,” you groaned, watching as Gabe, Lena, and Mei all shuffled out of the back seat. Maybe you would get lucky and avoid having to share a room with Hanzo tonight, but that seemed way too fucking unlikely.

“See him,” Lucio asked, leaning around to try to get a better look.

“No, but his brother’s here,” you said softly as Genji waved to the cameras flashing at him.

Lucio leaned over the steering wheel and gave you a sad look. “This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“It was a big, stupid, ugly mess,” you huffed. “I just want to get over it and move on.”

“Well that can be arranged,” he beamed, “all you gotta do is promise me you’re going to have some fun tonight, no matter if this jerk is in here or not.”

“How you do you know he’s a jerk,” you asked, slumping onto the armrest doubtfully. How could you enjoy yourself if you were going to be assaulted with Hanzo’s handsome face all night?

“The guy’s got to be a jerk, he let you go,” Lucio said with a wink, “and besides, even if he’s not a jerk we can pretend his is for the new couple of hours and rub our good time in his face. Because that’s what friends do – help their pals get dramatic revenge at fancy parties.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Lucio’s devious and cute smirk, “Alright, I’ll do my best to have a great time, no matter what.” Besides, it looked like Hanzo wasn’t going to show anyway.

“Hell yeah! First round’s on me,” he said sitting up in his seat and accidentally bumping the horn. The chorus from his current number one hit blared out and made the Overwatch crew jump. Lucio quickly rolled down his window and hung out the window. “Sorry ‘bout that!”

As soon as the paparazzi saw him, the crowd went wild with cheers and photographs and calls for his attention, which Lucio soaked up graciously. He waved and blew a few kisses before shouting, “Hey, how about these Overwatch folks though, am I right? Gotta love a group of people who’re trying to make the world safer.” With this, he plopped back in the driver’s seat and grinned at you. “Whoops.”

“Very good of you to put the attention back on Overwatch,” you laughed, “being humble is always a good look.”

“Just being honest, I really do have a lot of respect for those guys,” he said. “I suppose it would be rude of me to ask you to introduce me to some of them considering the circumstances, right?”

“Um, rain check,” you asked bashfully.

“Next time,” Lucio agreed.

After a moment or two, it was Lucio’s and your turn to walk up the party, only there was much more shrieking and, ‘we love you’ shouts than Overwatch had received. So many fans fawning over your friend, all you could do was shake your head. However, when he looped his arm in yours to lead you to the door, you went bright red, and the crowd gasped.

“Uh, Lucio,” you said tentatively.

“Let them jump to conclusions,” he scoffed, “it makes for good news, and if your ex comes around I want him to know that he’s going to have to deal with me if he wants to bug you.”

A snort burst from you as you looked at Lucio’s incredibly un-scary ‘tough-guy’ face. “He’s going to be petrified,” you laughed.

“Hey,” he said, feigning being hurt, “are you saying I’m not formidable? ‘Cause you know I am.”

“You’re the best, Lucio, that’s what you are,” you snickered as you pulled him to the door.

The lobby was decked out in neon lights and fluorescent colors, making you blink involuntarily. “Damn,” you gaped, looking at the tie-dye carpet that led to the massive glass elevator, “they really went all out.”

Suddenly Lucio gasped and gripped your arm and shook you. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! It’s D. Va!”

“The pilot and gamer girl? Wonder what she is – Holy shit! She brought her mech?! That’s – ” you reeled.

“That’s the coolest fucking thing ever,” Lucio squealed like an excited little kid. “You think she’d let me say hi? Or is that weird and needy? Or too super fan-y?”

“Didn’t she tweet out a few months ago that she was super bummed she wouldn’t be able to see your show in Seoul and – ”

“And gave that ticket to one of her fans! That’s right! She’s badass and a good person,” Lucio said with a wide smile.

“Not to mention a fan of yours,” you said. “Go see her! I’m sure she’d love to hang out with a fellow ‘badass and good person’ like yourself.”

Before you knew what was happening Lucio had swept you up in a massive hug. “Thanks, girl! You cool on your own for a few?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said shoving him away playfully, “now go, goofball.”

He scuttled off and disappeared into the growing hub of party-goers waiting for the elevator. You headed to the catering table nearby to wait, absently looking at the twelve disco balls twirling above you.

“Pretty, isn’t it,” snapped a familiar voice from behind you. You frowned and twisted around.

“Lori? What the – what are you doing here,” you asked worriedly. Since the whole incident with Hanzo, you hadn’t seen much of her, especially after she got fired for pitching fits at work all the time and trying to sabotage your work. Judging by her enraged scowl, she hadn’t gotten over it.

“Watching the mother-fucking finger food,” she snarled, gesturing to her little apron.

“Oh,” you said, taking a step back, “I, um – ”

“You ruined my life,” she seethed, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward her.

“Lorelai,” you sighed, “I’m sorry about the way things went down, I really am, but come on, can’t we just put it behind us?”

“What,” she said with an unsettling laugh, “you want to be friends again? No way in hell.”

“That’s not what I want,” you frowned, “but I don’t think charging me at a party is necessary either. That, and you weren’t exactly ‘friend of the year’ anyway.”

“You stole my boyfriend! You’re the shitty friend,” she barked, dragging you toward a corner. The music was so loud her outburst hadn’t turned any heads, but the sudden confrontation had a few people looking on curiously. Lori had always been very good at causing a scene.

“Look,” you sighed, “will it make you feel better if I tell you we’re no longer together?”

“What,” she asked, her voice no longer filled with malice.

“Yeah, I broke it off,” you shrugged, “had to.”

Lori’s head dipped back as she laughed mockingly. “Bullshit! He probably dumped you, saw what a damned mistake he made with your ugly ass.”

“Believe what you want,” you said trying to yank your arm away from hers, “but it’s over, for he and I, for you and I, now leave me alone.”

“No,” she growled, shoving you toward the wall and reaching for her apron’s pocket, “we’re not done yet, you homewrecker.”

“Woah now,” a very tall woman said as she approached the two of you, “is it not a little early in the party for fights to be starting up? I have not even had a drink yet.”

The stranger tried to put a hand on Lori’s shoulder, but your former friend was quicker, pulling out a small handgun and pointing it at you. Before anyone had time to say anything, Lori fired a shot at you.

You watched in horror as the big woman snatched Lori’s wrist and twisted it behind her before pinning her to the ground. The woman was a beast, holding tiny Lori with one hand and shoving the gun in her waistband with the other as if it were nothing before looking up to you. “Are you al– pizda rulyu.”

Everything felt tight and wrong as you tried to take a breath. But nothing happened, at least not as it was supposed to. Everything hurt as you looked down and saw the blood pouring from your chest. But it couldn’t be yours, could it? Everything swayed to the side as you touched your breast and the blinding pain hit you. But the choking feeling in your throat was somehow even more oppressive.

Somewhere you could see flurries of movement and frenzied noises, but your mind couldn’t process anything but your inability to take a proper breath. You were so scared. And confused. What had happened? What was happening? What was going to happen to you? Were you – were you dying? You looked up at the faces trying to help you, but they only frightened you more.

None of them were familiar.

Where was Lucio?

Where was Mags? And the rest of the girls?

Where was your mom? Your dad?

Where was your grandmother? Your grandfather?

Where was Hanzo?

You wanted Hanzo.

You didn’t want to die without him.

Instead of words, you hacked out blood as you tried to ask for him, which made you panic triple, but your body wasn’t your own right now. It flopped about and trembled and leaked and sputtered without your control. Everything was so blurry and painful. You grabbed out for someone – anyone who could help you find someone you loved, but no one understood. They laid you down and tried to stop the bleeding and said things you were sure were kind, but nothing helped.

Everything hurt, and you wanted Hanzo.

That’s all you wanted.

To tell him he was an asshole for ever ruining what you had together.

To tell him he was the best sex you’d ever had.

To tell him he was a persnickety dick.

To tell him he was the most important person in your life.

To tell him he was an uptight grouch who was about to turn everyone away.

To tell him he was an incredible man for trying so hard to better himself.

To tell him he was a pain in the ass.

To tell him he was the only man you’d ever loved.

But you wouldn’t get the chance.

He wasn’t here.

And you couldn’t force yourself to stay awake any longer.

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hydrospanners · 6 years ago

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tagged by @meonlyred. time to expose myself as a fake gamer girl. i am too tired to think of other people to tag but if you are reading this and you play video games i would like to know what your answers to these questions are. i am tagging @you.

favorite game from the last 5 years? pillars of eternity 2 & the sims 4. someone please resuscitate the singleplayer story-focused rpg where choices change the course of events and i don’t spend 90% of my game on fetch quests. not everything has to be “open world”. i am so tired.

most nostalgic game? goldeneye. i live for slappers only bighead mode.

game that deserves a sequel? mass effect andromeda. i enjoyed the game and it was a great concept that suffered for behind the scenes bungling and it really deserves a redemption arc in the form of a sequel with adequate time and resources and good direction.

game that deserves a remaster? kotor. but maybe i’m just saying that because that’s the game that hooked me on games (with a little help from @lwsupremacy) and every game i have played since has been a futile attempt to recapture the magic of being trapped on taris for 3 days because i couldn’t figure out that i needed to go to that sith party and steal a uniform and also finding out that i was the villain all along.

favorite game series? kotor & dragon age.

favorite genre? story-focused rpgs or anything with really detailed character customization.

least favorite genre? everything else. i don’t actually like video games i just like combining interactive fiction and dress up.

favorite song from a game? idk man. i really liked mass effect 3′s soundtrack i guess???

favorite character from a game? the player character. i’m a self-centered ho who is not too proud to admit to this.

favorite ship from a game? i’ll always be a slut for shakarian. also i am deep in doc x rea hell. i don’t necessarily ship him with every jedi knight in swtor (he is not for everyone) but i sure as shit do with mine. i’ll

favorite voice actor from a game? they are all magic. i have an especial weaknes for brandon keener as garrus vakarian and claudia black as morrigan, but they are all goddamn magic. also all the voicework in pillars of eternity 2 is especially magic and i’m not just saying that because i’m so weak for the cast of critical role.

favorite cutscene? all of the cutscenes in the citadel dlc for mass effect 3???

favorite boss? does it have to be a final boss? is this question about mechanics or story??? who cares this is my blog i do what i want. the answer is the broodmother from dragon age: origins. that is the creepiest shit that still elicits a visceral reaction from me even now. even just thinking about it.

first console? the first console i ever owned personally was an xbox gifted to me for christmas at age 16. i had asked for an n64 because i was feeling nostalgic and wanted to play goldeneye and chrono trigger and whatever the fuck else i used to play in the brief moments when my brother would allow me to touch his console, but my mom could not find an n64 since they were a decade old at that point so she bought me an xbox and a couple star wars and james bond games instead. i spent my entire christmas break consumed by kotor and that is how i started really playing video games at all. thanks mom!

current console or consoles? fuck consoles. sorry horizon: zero dawn but i am pc only.

console you want? i want my brother to give my n64 back so i can play goldeneye. YOU HAD YOUR OWN N64 SCOTT. WHY DID YOU TAKE MINE???? KEEP TRACK OF YOUR SHIT AND STOP TAKING MINE. IT’S BEEN 8 YEARS AND I’M STILL SALTY YOU LIL BITCH.

place from a game that you’d like to visit? all the places in video games are like mad violent and i am painfully aware that in video game world i would be a useless, expendable npc. much as i’d like to see nar shaddaa or the citadel or tevinter i would like to remain alive, out of prison, and out of slavery more.

place from a game that you’d like to live in? i just remembered stardew valley. i could live there i guess. i wouldn’t say i’d like to but if i have to pick a place from a game.... stardew valley.

ridiculous crossover that would never happen but would be super fun? i want to play a mass effect prequel that is garrus as a citadel cop teaming up with nancy drew in a very weird point and click adventure. what nancy drew is doing there is never explained. why c-sec is working with a 16 year old human girl is also not explained. nothing is explained there is no time for explanations there is a mystery to solve.

book that would make a good game? brandon sanderson’s mistborn series. honestly anything he writes has a fun system of magic with enough definition to translate in an interesting and playable way to a video game mechanic, but i think mistborn would be the most fun. although the color shit from warbreaker would be very visually striking i think.

show/movie that would make a good game? the good place. it could be the weirdest and most fun game. some kind of weird patchwork of minigames that somehow forms a cohesive narrative.

games you want to play? cyberpunk 2077 looks pretty good. i usually only get excited about bioware games or games my friends have already played and told me i would like. i am not that hyped for anthem because i hate multiplayer outside of my circle of three friends who i don’t mind holding back with how awful i am at video gaming. i’m still gonna buy it and play it and i am very open to being pleasantly surprised but i can’t bring myself to be hyped.

have you gotten 100% completion in a game? any game that can be completed that i have actually finished playing, i have completed 100%. no fetch quest too small or too annoying bitch.

have you cried over a game? i cried a whole lot on my third day trapped in the upper levels of taris, unable to figure out how to get down the elevator to the lower city. also other times because of emotional beats in the storyline or whatever. i am a human person with skin and feelings.

what power-up or ability would you want in real life? i really enjoy the direct correlation between effort and achievement and would like to adopt that in my real life. in the sims, when my sim spends 8 hours writing they have a completed novel at the end of it. they put it in the mailbox and then they get royalties for a while. that sounds nice!!!! a specific ability though... i ought to say healing or something actually useful that could help people but if i’m being perfectly honest i wanna force leap. i wanna zoom.

#memery for ts

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2krisp · 6 years ago

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Writathon 2018 Update 1

In the span of about two hours -- with random distracted outbursts here and there -- I wrote 1345 words of Hard Mode. My original goal had been 1k words for that particular WIPs, so yay!

Hard Mode is about a group of gamers who are stuck in a role-playing, simulation game and must learn to work together to survive. That sounds a little basic, and there’s probably been stories like that before, but I’m having fun with these characters!

If anyone’s interested, I’ll stick the sample that I’ve written today under the cut. I hope everyone else is doing well with their writathons!

"Anyone else see the castle coming into view on the horizon?" Wyatt asked, the alchemist nearly skipping ahead of the rest on the path.

The forest around them wavered out as they moved forward, their path going from crude, dirt roads into cobblestones dusted with other players' footprints. Landon's graphics card did its magic, the castle blinking into view with its stone towers and colorful banners waving in the game's wind. With the castle came the town wall, the stones protecting the citizens from the monsters that plagued the land at night.

With the daylight, the drawbridge was down, allowing NPCs and players alike to come and go as they please. More and more other players of the game were crowding into the castle town, no doubt eager to hear the new plotline.

"We'll have some good competition, it seems," Raine said from beside Landon. Her gaze was sweeping over the crowds, one of her hands placed on the dagger at her belt.

"No one's experience any lag?" Elijah asked. "With this many folks around, this'll be a good indication to how we'll all fare in any dungeons or temples we come across."

"Not lag, really," Noah said. He was squinting at the castle. "Uh, but is the castle supposed to be blinking?"

"No," Landon said, his stomach twisting. How would their group be able to complete the task if one of their teammates couldn't properly see the graphics?

"Dammit," Noah muttered. He sighed and asked sheepishly, "Sorry, but do y'all mind if I log out real quick? Just gotta check my graphics setting."

"No problem," Raine said, setting against one of the trees at the edge of the path.

"Wait a sec. Do we want to reach the castle town first?" Landon asked. "It'd be safer for your avatar in there if you're logging out."

"We're all right here," Wyatt said with a shrug. "We'll make sure nothing happens to his avatar while he's away from the keyboard."

"Besides, I assume we'll get caught up in a cut scene for the new plot once we make it far enough into the town," Elijah said. "Noah won't be able to log out in the middle of a cut scene."

"Good points," Landon conceded. Noah gave him a brief smile before his avatar grayed out with the letters AFK resting above his head. After a moment, his avatar disappeared completely and Landon fidgeted until Noah wavered back into view about five minutes later.

"There we go," Noah said, staring at the castle. "Much better. Onward!"

The group clamored down the path and joined the crowds. Elijah took the lead, his avatar being tall enough to meander through the crowds to head toward the castle. It was from the king of the realm that the players would receive the new plotline, the new goal of Steel and Sorcery. Raine gestured for Noah to go right behind Elijah, considering Noah was the smallest of the group, and amid the jostling of the crowd, Raine ended up a step behind Landon. Landon presumed Wyatt was bringing up the rear.

His presumption was shattered when Raine tapped his shoulder and called out to the other two, "Wait… We lost Wyatt."

Elijah glanced at them over his shoulder before tugging on Noah's arm and leading the rest of them out of the crowd toward one of the castle town's alleyways. "Thought it'd be you who would get lost," Elijah said casually to Noah.

Noah's ears turned red. "What? Why?"

"You're the smallest, that's all," Raine said, her gaze directed at the crowd as if they could spot their lanky fifth member. "Shouldn't be surprised with what I've learned about Wyatt's attention span these past few sessions, though."

"He probably found some market stalls and is spending our gold," Landon said, mentally berating himself for not taking up the rear. He should have been in the back keeping an eye on everyone.

"We have gold?" Noah asked.

Elijah chuckled. "Not much," he said. "Wyatt's probably putting us in the red."

"I'll go find him," Raine volunteered. "We can either meet you guys here or at the castle."

Landon was fine with meeting Raine and Wyatt at the castle, but he said, "We'll wait here. Don't think we can get the mission without the whole team."

"Alright," Raine said. "Be back soon."

She disappeared into the crowd, moving faster than Landon believed possible. Then again, he never tested out the rogue class. He quite liked the swords of the knight class, figuring the balance between offense and defense would suit him better than having a higher speed.

"Are all these players here for the same mission as us?" Noah asked, his eyes transfixed on the other avatars passing them by.

"Maybe," Elijah said lightly. "A new plotline always draws players in. Of course, it also depends on the teams' skill levels. I have my user settings so I can only see other players around the same skill level as us. Helps with lag and loading the graphics."

"Wait, how do you do that?" Noah asked. Elijah helped Noah bring up his user interface and walked him through the graphics options. Once they were done with the little tutorial, Noah beamed. "Okay, that's so much better! There's still a lot of people here, but at least I can see across the road now, haha!"

"How are you at a high enough level to join this mission," Landon asked, "when it sounds like you haven't really explored the basics of the game, like the user interface? I mean no offense," Landon added quickly when Noah's ears tinted red again. "Exploring all those options is just usually one of the first things I do whenever getting a new game, so it's a little odd to hear someone else… not."

Noah shrugged and tugged at the hem of his warrior armor. "I kind of just dive in, usually," he said. "I tend to figure out stuff as I go, but little options like the user settings I tend to forget about because I'm busy playing the game. I don't really think of that stuff until someone else mentions it or teaches me."

"Other people you play with haven't mentioned things like that?" Landon asked.

"I usually play by myself," Noah said. "So… no."

"Well, you'll learn by being with us," Elijah said. "Just stand next to Wyatt, wherever he is, and he'll babble enough to probably teach you how to code a game yourself."

"What about me? What do you need me to babble about?" Wyatt appeared at the edge of the alleyway, Raine right behind him with a shake of her head and a small smile on her face.

Wyatt didn't wait for anyone to answer, for he suddenly produced a bottle of thick, bubbling orange liquid from his user interface. "I'll babble about this!" he said. "I got this from an NPC vendor over by the entrance. He says it amplifies our magic power by five. I think we'll each get at least a small boost if we each take a sip—"

"I am not drinking that," Elijah said, his nose scrunched up. "That stuff looks like my first attempt at cooking tomato soup."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow as he stared from Elijah to the bottle. "Dude, tomato soup is red—"

"Why don't we talk about this later," Landon said, "and get going to the castle? I'll take up the rear this time."

"Sounds good to me," Raine said, gesturing for Elijah to take the lead once more. "I can trust your attention span."

Noah fell in step behind Elijah and Raine motioned for Wyatt to go ahead of her. Wyatt instead grinned and looped his arm with hers. "Since, you know, you can't trust my attention span," he said.

She rolled her eyes but opted to stay connect to Wyatt as they caught up with Elijah and Noah. Landon followed a step behind, marveling at the amused smiles on his teammates' faces. Was he the only one willing to take this seriously?

#writathon #writeblr #writing #wip #my wip: hard mode #writers of tumblr

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seoschangbin · 5 years ago

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i hope you had a safe flight rachel!!! n that you're enjoying your vacation so far🥰💞i'm glad the peergrade went better than expected!!! now you're freeeee💞💕n excuse me but you're sweeter AND cuter🥺🤲🏼hehe agreed!!! 2020 better be our years or else!!!! 😤my semester is called spring (which idg bc we start in the winter???) but yes!!! hopefully they go well😚💕wishing you the best for grad school n the whole process!!!💕uni just isn't really for me!!!🙇🏻‍♀️but ill try 2 get involved!!-🎁💫

it was a v safe flight there but the way back.. going to that minus degree weather 😭 and yes im FREE omg i forgot abt the peergrade for a hot sec cant even imagine if i still had to do it after vacation 😔 n no.. jem for cutest sweetest human 😩 i hope u can find smth that makes uni a bit better for u!! 🙇‍♀️

and now felix's selfies.... OKAY😐he really said hey stay pay attention to ME😭😭i can hear his scalp crying out but he does look handsome😚the future... what if that future is the 26th... what are these dudes doing rachel... a MIXTAPE???😭skz don't know how to rest huh😤when i was young i started with general dance and ballet! i can barely remember most of it anymore but at least i got sir lee as my freestyle dance teacher😎i cant wait to learn miroh and got7s lullaby!!! -🎁💫

me everytime im like: yea im over felix.. felix: i dont think some: ok sir.. ok ur right.. im not over u ....he looks so pretty lately im 😭 leave me alone bro... 😭 fuKCKN I cannot beliEVE we got a mixtape.. ok... i see how it is.. merry christmas to us thank u stray kids for feeding ur fatass well-fed fans... ooh ballet! is there a reason u wanted to pick it up again? :o nd oh lullaby i do love that got7 choreo + miroh ofc 💕

okay me😭i'm so slow with skz schedule and i told myself i'd be chill with skz so everything just comes as a surprise!!! but yes!!! i think they have two more fansigns left??? or one... i just know there's at least gonna be another!!! :0 and omg rachel bin fansites have been providing so much, the amount of cute binnie hqs i've seen these past few days i😭i did actually!!! ticketing was a MESS for LA!!! but i was able to get tix luckily, P3 but hey i won't complain😎-🎁💫

jgsdkg this is why u cant leave skz for a hot sec.. me bein back = assault w content dont even knOW where to start... whack.. ooh i gotta go look at sku to see the fantaken pics theyre always the cutest 😩 omg i cant changbin fansites be like: Die hes so cute 😭 send me some hqs.. really goin thru it today! and omg im glad u got tix at least enjoy them for me 😔🤙

i hope skz go to canada and you can go!!! did they go to canada for unveil??? :0 if so, did you go??? :0 hehe yes let it be your mission!!! its actually super tough for people to get me to stan other groups but i believe in you😌💞mx ray!!! i'll definitely add it to my list!!! hehe🙇🏻‍♀️changbins muscles are made of love😭💕💞💕💞changbin is a beefcake but the beefiest thing about him... his Heart🥺🤲🏼-🎁💫

they did NOT come to canada for unveil 😞 there’s onyl been a couple of groups that i rmbr that have been to canada rip! omg... im on a mission jem... i have a long list of groups 😖 but mxray is honestly just so funny u dont even need to like mx to enjoy it theyre just ridiculous 😭 mjskgj VIBE his beefest heart muscles.. 🤧

LITERALLY... 😭i dont like aegyo or overly cutesy things and i first interpreted as changbin as just the cute bestie type but he got to me out of nowhere... like wow hand in marriage sir... you can do all the aegyo you want😔🤲🏼yes!!! my ultimate favorite (farming) game is harvest moon animal parade! as for favorite game hmmm i'll just say my current fave which is fire emblem three houses! def recommend!!! and yes animal crossing is the best! its so calming and cute😌💞-🎁💫

me watching aegyo: die. me watching changbin doign aegyo: ok maybe .... ur cute.... oooh ive heard rly great things abt fire emblem from my gamer friends 😌 im gonna add it to my list when i have some more time 😊

will be hoping those uv rays go a bit easier on you😣😤no worries rachel!!! i don't mind at all hehe, take your time n just enjoy your vacation😚💞and PLEASE i adore you too!!! rachel sweetest being💕💞💕💞💕💞and um excuse me take that back you aren't boring!!!😭today is christmas eve n its almost christmas!!! not 100% sure if you celebrate those but nonetheless!!! happy holidays💞💕hope they treat you well😌💞-🎁💫

i didnt get that much sun sadly but it was nice thank u uv rays for not burning me to a crisp 😌 i adore u as ive said 500 times.... thank u for the gifset as well i was so 😭😭 when i saw it!!! and sorry to be so late but i hope u had a lovely christmas as well if u celebrate 💕💕

#🎁💫#jem♡#anyways s/o to abia for givin me jem ... GEM ... 😞🤙#anonymous #ask

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zens-ponytail · 8 years ago

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Jealousy

Author’s note: THIS IS NOT THE PART I SENT TO MY PROFESSOR!!! This is actually SFW, the smut is allllll in the next part ;) I’m not done tweaking it yet, so for now here’s this!!

I’m hungry.

A loud clanging noise came from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head. An out-of-breath Jaehee peeked out from the around the corner, completely covered in flour.

“Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically, “dinner should be ready in-”

“JAEHEEEEE, I THINK I BURNT SOMETHING!!”

Seven’s panicky voice echoed throughout Jumin’s apartment. Jaehee sighed and turned around, mumbling something about ‘who let Luciel in the kitchen,’ and how she was going to ‘make sure they never saw the light of day again.’

After watching her storm out of the room, you turned back to Zen.

“What were you saying?”

Zen leaned back into the couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table.

“Just how annoying it is that we have to host our monthly RFA dinners at his house,” Zen glared at Jumin.

The businessman stopped poking at his sleeping cat and stood up. “It’s not like I asked for this!” He made his way across the room and plopped down on the other side of you. “I’m merely a victim of being volunteered.”

“Victim? Please, you don’t even understand the word.”

“I’ll have you know-”

“Can you two not do this?”

Zen and Jumin looked at the blonde gamer sitting on the ground in front of you. “I can’t hear my game if you guys constantly bicker!”

“Or,” you threw a pair of headphones at his head, “you could just wear these.”

Yoosung quickly dodged the flying object. He crossed his arms and pouted.“You could’ve hit me, MC!!”

“Sorry, I’m just hangry.”

As if on que, you stomach growled.

“Speaking of angry,” Zen looked around, “where the hell is your boyfriend?”

You held up your phone and waved it around. “He just texted me saying he’ll be late.”

Yoosung mashed down a couple buttons on his controller and turned back around. “He better not flake on us this time!”

No promises…

Your stomach growled again and you sunk farther back in between Jumin and Zen. You heard quiet laughter coming from you right and swung a pillow in that direction.

“Don’t laugh at my misery, Zen.”

He grabbed the pillow from your hand and chunked it across the room. “Careful, you could’ve hit my money maker,” he gestured to his face.

You and Jumin looked at each and rolled your eyes.

“If that’s your money maker you must be one poor man,” Jumin chided.

“I wasn’t talking to-“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“That,” you hopped up and moseyed your way toward the door, “should be Saeran.”

And what good timing.

The door clicked and you swung it open.

“Hi.”

Saeran gave you his heart-warming, soul-melting, could-bring-you-back-to-life smile.

“Hey.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

A loud cough finally broke the two of you apart.

You pulled away and wiped your mouth, staring at the your now very flushed boyfriend. Saeran muttered an apology before walking over to the couch, taking your spot between Zen and Jumin. You followed him, sitting down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So,” Yoosung paused his game and set down his controller, “why were you so late?”

Saeran looked down at Yoosung and shrugged. “I didn’t want to come.”

Yoosung formed an “O” with his mouth and looked away. Zen pulled out his phone and opened up his front camera, checking himself out. You looked over at Jumin, who was picking at his nail beds.

This is awkward.

You clapped your hands together, getting everyone’s attention.

“Let’s play charades!”

“For the last time,” you glared at Jumin, “I’m NOT A CAT!”

“Forty-five seconds left!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actress!”

“Forty seconds.”

“Well, what about you? This is the FIFTH round you’ve guessed a cat!”

“Thirty-five seconds.”

“And? For all I know you could’ve been one!”

“Thirty sec-”

“YOOSUNG, SHUT-UP!”

Both you and Jumin yelled at the blonde in sync. Yoosung’s eyes widened and he slowly put down the timer.

“S-Sorry, just trying to help,” he held his hands up in surrender.

Saeran sighed, “You do realize they’re on the other team, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re so… bad.”

“Watch it,” you shot Yoosung a bone-chilling look.

How the hell am I supposed to act out The Titanic?

Desperately, looked around the room.

“Zen, come here.”

He looked up from his phone and groaned. “I already told you I didn’t want to waste my talents playing-”

“Get your ass up here before I shove that phone down your throat.”

In a flash Zen was standing next to you. Covering it up so Jumin couldn’t see, you showed him the paper.

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

You tugged on his shirt, forcing him to lean down. Cupping his ear, you whispered your plan to him.

“Alright, got it.”

Jumin better get this.

As you spread your arms out, Zen wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on top of your head and you opened your mouth.

“I’m flying!”

Jumin stood up and pointed at you. “The, u-uhh, THE TITANIC!”

“YES!!”

Jumin clapped his hands together and smiled. Without thinking, you turned around and gave Zen a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you soooo much!”

He lifted you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “See!! Aren’t I an amazing actor?”

“The best.”

A chill shot down your spine when you heard the venom laced in those words. You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away from Zen.

“Thanks, Saeran!”

Zen is such an airhead sometimes.

As Jumin bragged to the others about his superior guessing skills, you focused on your boyfriend.

“What’s with the sudden mood change?”

He gave you his classic ‘are you really that dumb’ look and sighed. He motioned with his eyes to something behind you.

Or someone.

You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. “Are you jealous?”

“...You kissed him.”

“On the cheek, for like, half a second. It was completely platonic!”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes!”

“Hmph,” he looked away from you, letting go of your waist.

“Come on,” you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, “don’t be like that. I love you, remember?”

The corners of Saeran’s mouth twitched. You smiled and took a step forward, “Now, kiss me like you don’t want to lose me.”

Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and he gave you a devious grin. “Don’t mind-”

“FOOD’S READY!!”

You let go of his face and pushed past him. Finally, I’m starving!!

Little did you know food wasn’t the only thing you were gonna put in your mouth tonight.

#gotta check this later #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #Unknown #jumin han #zen #yoosung #jaehee kang

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pointy-kitty · 7 years ago

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We Can Make It

A Wreck It Ralph Fanfiction from five years ago

Chapter Five

She stood at the Turbo-Time port, staring at the train waiting for her to climb aboard. The grinning image of Turbo on the side made her far more nervous than she found logical. Recalling all the times he had threatened mortally wounding harm against her, though, she supposed it made sense.

What was she even going to say to him? An apology was not quite going to cut it, she imagined. And why was she even sorry? He was a little cuss who needed to be put in his place. But he was not put anywhere except a world of confusion and anger. A place quite similar to where Make-It currently found herself.

She was not ready to face him. Not yet. Maybe he could handle being pink for a few more hours. Drinking herself fearless at Tapper’s sounded like a better idea at the time.

After crossing Game Central, sitting through the train ride, and finding herself a lonely stool, she called Tapper over.

“Could I maybe… get something smaller than the huge mugs?”

The well-polished bartender smiled and slid a glass down the table to her. She nodded and grinned in thanks as he turned back to resume his ever-present cleaning chore. Taking a deep whiff of the dark alcohol and tipping back a sip, she drew circles in the wood of the table with her finger. Glancing around at the other characters, she found that her mannerisms and posture were not so different from theirs. Hopefully, she thought, she would not become too much of a miserable regular here.

She was about halfway through her glass by the time the stool next to her squeaked and a hand slapped against the shining wood, followed by a sharp whistle. Tapper glanced up and swiftly sent a full mug down the table. Make-It lifted her drink to let it slip by.

Knocking back another gulp, she let her glass fall back down to the table in accidental synchronization to the person beside her. She was about to turn to them and point this out with a buzzed little grin, but she stopped turning as soon as she saw the color of the racing jumpsuit.

A rich, beautiful, deathly pink. And beside his drink sat a glistening trophy, reading, “I’m sorry for being such a cuss.”

Her heart screamed at her as she tried to casually turn her attention back to her drink. He must have not recognized her yet in her default colors.

After the sound of another gulp and glass hitting wood, Make-It visibly startled when he spoke. “Haven’t seen you around here before, toots,” he paused when he noticed her jump. “Woah. Easy there, I’m not gonna nip at you.”

Make-It put the drink to her lips and tried not to look at him. “Hmm-hmm!”

“Introducing myself is probably just a formality at this point. I’m sure you know who I am. But,” he took a swig, “hey there. Name’s Turbo.”

“Mmm,” she nodded, never taking the glass from her lips, but not taking any liquid in.

He snickered teasingly. “Can’t you look my way, toots? I’d like to get an eyeful of ya’.”

She just about spluttered into her beer.

“Woah now, are you—” he put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, his smile completely disappearing when he saw her face. She lowered her glass as slowly as his brows curved over his nearly glowing yellow eyes. Smacking her tongue and licking her lips, she fluttered her fingers at the sides of her stool.

“Good beer, bathroom, freshen up.” She was already making a break for it by the time she closed her mouth.

“YOU!” He snarled after her, leaping into pursuit. She squealed in a jolt of terror, taking the first turn that she saw. Unfortunately, this turn led into a utility closet. The door slammed behind her before she could even turn around to face him, their noses squishing. “JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”

She yelped and sprung back not one foot before toppling over a closed chest and smacking the back of her head against a shelf, frantically clawing at the items on it, hoping that somehow, one of them would activate a secret door in which she could make her escape. “N-Now just wait, just hold on a sec here!”

“I’m not one for waiting,” he growled through gritted teeth, his fists trembling at his sides, one hand still clutching the trophy.

“Yes,” she held a finger out, “I am aware!” She cleared her throat, “Listen, uh, that was, you see, I didn’t mean for that, uh, for us to, you know, meet, just, like that,” she grasped at any words she could think of.

“What’s your jaw flappin’ about!?” He seized her collar, dragging her up to look him in the eye.

“Nose and Grabby! Bad guys! Trophy! Sorry!”

“What the actual—”

A high and nervous laugh choked out of her. “Nothing! Just, I’m sorry.”

“The thing is,” his fists tensed and his eyelid twitched, “I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” she continued, “I have no idea why, by all means I should be proud of myself since you’re obviously such a—Such a, uh…”

“What?” He demanded.

The nervousness in her belly simmered down. What reason did she have to be afraid? She was sorry, not scared. Nervous about a social encounter, not a fight…

“Look, you’re a real cuss. Probably one of the biggest I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying a lot considering your size,” she growled, holding his gaze.

It seemed to be a knee-jerk reaction, the way he turned and pushed her back against the shelves. “Didn’t quite hear you, toots. Wanna say that again?”

“Yeah,” she grasped his shoulders and pushed back, “I said you’re a little attention-grabbing cuss and you needed to be pranked. It was nothing personal, I just heard tell from some of your adversaries.”

He laughed incredulously. “You know, you’re making it hard to believe your little apology.”

“I know,” she hissed, “but I do mean it. For whatever reason that I can’t comprehend, I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you somehow, and I’ll start by painting you back to your boring old white and red, if you let me go.”

Leaning in closer, his lip lifted. “I was going to make you do that, anyway.”

“No,” she shoved her foot back against the wall, knocking him forward, causing him to drop his trophy, and holding him back against the shelves instead, “You most certainly were not. I don’t know what kind authority you think you have over me for the sake of me being apologetic, but I will not answer to it. I’ll pay you back in my own way.”

His eyes were full of alarm and bemusement, and what looked like the tiniest trace of anxiety. She continued, “Now, I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to touch me. Are we clear?”

He nodded, pursing his lips.

“Good.” She loosened her grip, letting him step away from the uncomfortable shelves. A crooked smile pulled at her lips. “I knew you were more bark than bite.”

A deep frown formed on his face. “I wouldn’t hit a woman.”

She snorted. “That could get you killed, bright eyes. She might hit first.”

“Look,” he hissed, his eyes darting about, “it’s just not something I do. Not unless she was about to kill me. Then, maybe.”

“Uh huh,” she folded her arms. It was not hard to visualize this slime ball hitting anybody. “But you’d burn your racers to death, hm?”

“They’re my villains, toots. Worse things happen to villains all the time from nicer guys than me. Never get Mario pissed off, or you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

She snickered. “Haven’t met the guy.”

“Not surprising,” he shrugged. “His game’s not nearly as popular and promising as mine. I doubt his story will make it far out of that console.”

“Hm,” she peered at him. His hands were on his waist and his eyes were as sunken and shadowed as ever, his mouth pulled into the side of his face. “I don’t think I ever introduced myself.”

“Sure you did. You’re my wake-up call.” He grinned darkly. “Wanna make that your permanent job?”

“Smashing your lights for a living? Sounds pretty fantastic.”

He paused. “Not what I meant. Not to mention I’m still PISSED at you for that. And, you know, nearly costing me my victory, burning my track, breaking my bleacher, and turning me PINK.”

“Salmon.”

“What?”

“It’s not pink, it’s CLEARLY salmon.” She gestured to his suit. “Typical of a man to only see in 8-bit color.”

“This is not salmon. I know what salmon is. THIS,” he tugged at her sleeve, “is salmon. And it’s a whole lot handsomer than pink.”

Her eyelashes fluttered mockingly. “You really think I’m handsome?”

He scoffed. “That’s not a word I’d use to describe a chick.”

“Compliment taken, anyways,” she grinned. “Back to my original topic… My name is Make-It Mavis, and I’m from Fix-It Felix Junior. He’s my cousin, and I’m the monster in his basement.”

“How… sophisticated.” He shook her hand slowly. “I take it you make things.”

“Well spotted. I’m an Easter Egg.”

His eyebrows raised considerably. “Really. Well, consider me honored to have been pissed to the point of paralysis by such an esteemed piece of code.”

A glare pierced through her smile as their handshake lingered. They seemed to be having a sort of optical wrestling match, neither blinking or looking away, nor pulling their hands apart.

“Anyway, Turbo,” she pronounced slowly, “I believe I owe you my own sort of favor. We’ll start with your suit. Hold still, please.”

She tugged him closer by their handshake, finally breaking it to pull out her brush. A few swabs later, he was his regular white and red self, grinning in smug contentment. “Thanks a billion, toots,” he reached over to pinch her cheek, giving it a good tug. Make-It winced and furrowed her brow, but still gave him a perplexed, amused smile.

“Did I not tell you to keep your hands off me?”

“Slipped my mind,” he shrugged.

“Indeed,” she glared half-heartedly. “Now,” she bent to pick up the trophy that she had painted for him, “we’re going to fill this to the brim with Tapper’s drink and I’m going to pay for it. That’s the second favor.”

“Out of your own pocket? I was under the impression that Easter Eggs hardly made any points.”

She shrugged. “Maybe not. Some do, but not me. I suppose the heaps and heaps of attention I get from gamers just by poking my head out of the ground makes up for it, hmm?”

“Cheater,” his eyes narrowed. “You’re not earning any of that attention. It’s handed to you on a silver platter.”

“And I suppose that being the main protagonist of a game named after you, and all, you would have to bust your butt to get someone to look at you?”

He pressed his lips together and sighed through his nose. “More work than you do.”

Make-It flashed one of the most impish grins that she could manage and tweaked his nose. “You’re cute when you can’t admit defeat.”

His brows knit together, but a lopsided smirk still played with his lips. “There are so many things wrong with that sentence, I’m just not sure where to begin.”

“Hush now, you know I don’t mean it.”

“Anyway, the fact remains that you can’t afford a Winner’s Cup on an Easter Egg’s budget. Just how do you plan on paying for this?”

She quirked a brow, glancing at the closet door. Quickly drawing out her brush, she painted a careful ‘+50,000’ above her head in white. When she flicked it with the handle, it instantly popped into pixel form and let out a ‘cha-ching’ sound effect, rising up and slowly fading away. He stared at her, dumbfounded, and she gave an elaborate shrug.

“You… You can do that? And it goes right into your points bank?”

“Shh!” She put her hand to his mouth. “It’s not exactly…” her eyes shifted, ending with a wink, “legal.”

His brows raised so high that they pushed against his helmet. She pulled her hand away carefully, lacing her fingers behind her back as he stared at her, completely and pleasantly perplexed, his mouth hanging the slightest bit open. His expression cracked into his trademark golden grin.

“Well, toots. You just got a bit more Turbo-tastic.”

She shook her head. “I’ll choose to take that as a compliment, but I don’t really think I should. But let’s just get back before someone comes and checks on us. I’d hate to get in trouble for appearing to get into a brawl in public.”

“We could just pretend that we were making out,” he observed.

“But I guess the brawling option isn’t so bad,” she opened the door and stepped out, trophy in hand, and led him back to the bar. They took their seats again, a select few characters peering over, having seen them disappear into the closet like a cat and mouse and come out looking chummy.

Turbo whistled. “Ay, Tapper!” He grabbed onto the trophy, lifting it up for the bartender to see. “Fill ‘er up.”

Tapper smiled tiredly. “One Winner’s Cup, coming right up, Turbo.” He crossed the bar to take the trophy, holding it under the tap for a ridiculously long while. For a moment, Make-It wondered if Turbo would even be able to hold that much beer in his belly, but she noted that he was already decently round at the midsection. Not to mention that if Turbo’s trophy special had its own name, he must have gotten it practically every time he won a new trophy. There was no way that this racer had not had practice chugging.

By the time it was full, the trophy was too heavy for even Tapper to slide it down the table. He carried it back to Turbo and set it down in front of him, some of the head frothing out and spilling down the golden side. The little grey racer’s eyes were ravenous, his grin enormous, his tongue slurping over his lips eagerly.

“Enjoy,” Tapper nodded, drifting back to his post.

Turbo’s fingers drummed euphorically against the table and he dove for the side of the trophy, licking up the spill gleefully before taking a great gulp from the cup itself. His body rippled with a shudder and a purring whine.

“Nothing like a Winner’s Cup, I tell ya, toots,” he chuckled as he lifted the great, shining cup and began guzzling down great mouthfuls. Make-It rested her head against her fist as she watched casually. It was fairly hilarious the way his Adam’s apple bobbed excitedly as he chugged it down, the occasional drop missing his mouth and sliding down his jaw. He was not a pretty or dignified drinker at all, but golly, did he inhale the stuff. By the time he had to stop for a breath, the trophy was nearly half empty.

He slammed it back down, rattling all the glasses of the other characters at the long table.

“YEEAH,” he snarled triumphantly, “TURBO-TASTIC.”

“What’re you celebrating for?” Make-It interjected. “You only downed half of it.”

“Well,” he slapped the wood surface, turning his gaze to her, “let’s see YOU do it, huh?”

She waved it off. “No, I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you by showing you up.”

“SHOWING—” He looked positively scandalized. “Look here toots,” he shoved his index finger in her face, “I’m gonna finish off this little drinky here and then I’ll get ANOTHER. And I’ll DRINK AAALLLL OF IT… IN ONE GO.”

Her eyebrows merely wiggled in response as she smiled brightly.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” he demanded, turning back to the cup. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you good.” And he resumed his guzzling and gulping, practically having to lift the trophy above his head to get the last drops. He slammed it back down again, even harder than before.

“TURBO.” He put his fist in the air. “TASTIC. TAPPER. ANOTHER.”

The cup was spilling over again in a matter of minutes. Turbo looked like a rabid dog eyeing a plate stacked with steak.

“Now, you better—You better be watching,” he put his hand clumsily on Make-It’s face. “Agh, sorry, I touched you again. You better be watching… ‘Cause I’ll do it this time.”

She nodded. “Sure you will.”

“SHUT YOUR SASS-HOLE, WOMAN,” he droned, grabbing onto the handles. “TURBO’S GOT THIS.”

And he chugged it even harder and messier than he had the first time, swallowing mouthful after mouthful desperately. It almost looked like he was having trouble breathing, the way he was going cross-eyed and practically falling out of his chair. Make-It stood up to spot him just in case he really did fall back, but sat down again, shrugging. He was wearing a helmet. He would be fine if he fell.

Make-It could hardly believe herself for getting thirsty while watching him. There was nothing appealing about the picture in front of her, but despite herself, her tongue was getting dry. For a moment, she wondered if just being next to someone drinking such obscene amounts of alcohol would get her buzzed, because there was no way that she could be sober and want to drink the froth running down this man’s face.

The great slam of the trophy hitting the table again jolted her heart. “AGHA,” he laughed proudly, his tongue flopping right out of his mouth, “READ IT AND WEEP. EMPTY.” Peering in, she saw that it was indeed empty.

“TURBO. FREAKIN’. TASTIC.” And down he went. Sure enough, his helmet kept his completely hammered skull safe from the impact.

“You got me,” she smiled. “Sure proved me wrong.”

He snorted from the floor. “Yea-huh. In your pretty lil’ FACE.” He punctuated the last word by pointing at her with both hands. Make-It could not help but notice a slurred lisp starting to form in his speech. Considering he could hardly keep his tongue inside his mouth, however, it came as no surprise.

Tapper appeared on the other side of the table, peering over at him. “Yeah, there he goes. He’s usually carried home on the backs of whatever fans he’s with. Am I right to assume that you’re not one of them?”

“That’s right,” Make-It nodded. “Not exactly a fan. But I will take him home, don’t worry.”

Tapper shrugged. “Fair enough. Have a good night, you two. And, uh, make sure he falls asleep on his stomach.”

“Will do,” she nodded again as he walked away, though she was not sure if she had any intention of being around when he fell asleep. Glancing back down at him and watching him hum his theme music completely off-key, however, she knew she had to get him home. She crouched next to him.

“Heya, toots,” he chortled, waving and flopping his fingers against her leg. “The floor’s no place for a lady.”

“That’s very true, which is why I’m going to get you home now, duchess.” She dragged him past the stools and out into the open floor, painting a shiny red wagon next to him, making sure to draw the wheels particularly sturdy, and lifted him into it with some difficulty.

“Turbo-tathtic,” he spluttered quietly as she nestled the trophy in next to him and started to pull.

The walk back to Turbo-Time was a long, squeaky, attention-grabbing one. Any characters passing by would slow down a bit and watch the peculiar pair go by. A fairly small woman was dragging along a completely wasted racer who was singing to himself and either enthusiastically greeting or loudly threatening passersby. They were fairly hard to miss.

Several times he would call out to her, “Where are we going?”

She would answer, “Home, Turbo.”

“Oh, that sounds fun. Let’s go there.”

“Anything you want, your majesty.”

“Turbo-tastic.”

By the time she reached the track, all the fans were deactivated and asleep, and all the NPC racers had turned in for the night. The trek across the console was an eerily quiet one, save for the whining of the wheels and Turbo’s occasional remark.

“Tracks. Is it racing? Racing time already? Cuss, I’m not even dressed.”

“You’re dressed, Turbo,” Make-It reminded him, fighting a smile, “but there’s no way you’re driving in this condition.”

“Turbo-tastic,” he chimed. “Turbo-tastic.”

They made it around the back of his mansion, the lowest level of which seemed to be just one huge garage door with a key pad on the side. Even though no one would see it, the bricks were still monogrammed with his signature red ‘T’. Make-It pursed her lips, staring at the inebriated racer, then back at the keypad.

“I don’t suppose you remember your combo off the top of your head,” she suggested to him, to which he stifled a burp.

“Top off? Top it off. Yeah. Both those things.” His neck went limp and his head hung back over the edge of the wagon. Make-It took in a deep breath, trying very hard to keep her mouth from flinching into a smile. Not a bit of her regretted getting him plastered. He was far too funny this way.

“Hm, well,” she crouched next to his head and he looked at her upside-down, “we can’t very well sleep out here on the dirt, now can we?”

He snorted. “We?”

“You.”

A grin that appeared to have been haphazardly thrown onto his face appeared. “I’unno, toots, sleeping under the stars isn’t all that bad. ‘Till the blue guys come and shave your eyebrows off. And then all your hair. You know, the party always sucks when the blue guys come. They’re real drags.”

Make-It sported a lopsided smile of her own. “I guess I should mention that you actually CAN sleep out here, but I don’t know if you’re too spoiled for that. Beds aren’t all that hard to paint.”

He scratched his belly. “Mm, spoilers. Spoiled. What? Spoiled?” His head lifted a bit, just enough to show her his raised brow. “Who’s spoiled? Not me. Sleeping outside would literally be the cat’s pajamas if alley cats wore pajamas and slept outside. They’ve got most of the metaphor right. Is it called a metaphor, or what? I don’t remember English class. I didn’t have an English class. School is for square wheels. Turbo-tastic.”

“I definitely agree with all of that,” she chuckled, “wholeheartedly. But unless you want me to fly up to your bedroom window and break it in order to get you in…”

“Shh,” he cooed as he dragged his fingers down her face. “Don’t be so obvious. Breakin’ an entry is sexy and all but not on a first date. Not to mention it’s a whole cuss of inconvenient, having to get Fix-It in here to fix that broken thing…”

After taking his hand off her face and placing it back on his belly, she continued, “Alright, then. As much as I’d hate to expose us to prying eyes,” her lashes fluttered tauntingly, “you’ll be sleeping out here tonight. I’ll spend the night with my face submerged in candy.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because candy is cussing delicious.”

“Candy is cussing disgusting,” his tongue flopped out. “Unless it’s sour enough to make my face cave in. In which case I’d eat that junk three round meals a day.”

“Square meals, you mean,” she corrected, pulling out her brush. “And you are bizarre. Who doesn’t like candy? The answer is you. You are that person that makes no logical sense.”

“Mmhmm,” he burped, jumping visibly at the sound. “Cuss logic, toots.”

“I will,” she began painting a Turbo-sized bed lined with puffy white blankets. “I was programmed to cuss logic, sweetheart.”

“Not sweet,” he spluttered his tongue. “I’m sour. Sour’s the best.”

She shook her head. “Bed’s ready, sourheart.”

“I don’t wanna go to bed,” he lifted himself up enough to take a good look at the newly-materialized furniture. “Where’s it’s wheels? How can I sleep in it if it doesn’t have wheels?”

“Do you seriously sleep in your car?”

“I sleep in A car…”

Make-It blinked slowly. “Wheels.”

“Turbo-tastic.”

She scoffed a bit, covering her mouth. He was so much more delightfully stupid when he was drunk. It was a pity that he needed to be sober for driving, Make-It thought, otherwise she would want to keep him on a steady diet of rum and vodka.

“Fine,” she grinned, leaning back to paint some ridiculously slipshod wheels on the sides of the bedposts. “There are your wheels,” she stood, tipping the wagon to let him flop clumsily into the bed, “crybaby.”

He rolled onto his back, licking his lips messily and twiddling his fingers.

“How is it?”

“Like a friggin cloud,” he smirked.

“Alright then, perfect. I’ll be heading home now, then. Hopefully I’ll catch you at Tapper’s or something later. My favor’s not quite done,” she saluted briefly and began leaning over to paint herself a hoverboard, but Turbo reached out to grab her forearm.

“Wait,” he slurred, his face drunkenly urgent and begrudging. He tugged her over to sit on the side of the bed and licked his lips a little more, seemingly deep in intoxicated thought.

“What’s going on in that helmet of yours..?”

He swallowed, avoiding her gaze. “Hey, toots. Look, I need, uh… your… ngh,” he winced, “help… with something.”

“The Turbo-tastic Turbo himself needs help from a lowly Easter Egg such as I?” Her hand flew to her chest, rising and falling with her feigned zeal.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sat up a little too quickly, nearly toppling right over the side of the bed, and clapped a hand over her mouth. “I know. Shut up. Look, I’ll just show you.”

“I don’t want to see,” she blinked.

“I’m keeping my suit on,” he hissed. “God.”

His fingers twitched in his lap for a moment before raising to his helmet. With what might have been a bit of difficulty, be it physical or mental, he pushed the shining shell off of his head and lowered it into his lap.

The shine of his pale, bald head could have blinded somebody if strategized correctly. It was unnaturally bare, looking almost like the results of deforestation.

He pointed bluntly to his head. “Make it.”

She was not impressed. He would have to do better than that. Wobbling a bit, he breathed out with a scowl, “Please.”

“So the ‘blue guys’ really did shave your head, did they? Why does it not grow back when you spawn after losing a life?”

He squirmed. “That… particular event…” he hiccupped, “…actually occurred in my backstory, so I was like this when we were plugged in…”

“Poor little scuz-ball. Here, I’ll help you out, if you sit still.”

He did as he was told as well as he could manage. Sitting up straight and remaining still posed a challenge to him. Steadying him by holding his shoulder, Make-It pondered for a moment or two before knocking her color to black and simply dabbed a great mane of thick, fluffy hair over the top of his head. By the time she was done, he looked like a black dandelion, a dazed and awed face obscured by shaggy bangs. His arm twitched a bit and lifted to the glorious crest on his head, patting it, stroking it, running his fingers through it. A golden smile stretched slowly across his face.

“Turbo-tastic,” he breathed in glee, his tongue poking out with his drunken lisp.

“There you go, Mister Presley,” she rose. “NOW I’ll go home.”

To her dismay, a hand seized her wrist again. “Wait,” he demanded. “The blue guys. They’ll come and I’ll be too drunk to wake up.” He hiccupped again. “Let’s just add this to the favors. Let’s just add ‘played guard-dog for a night’ to your list of favors. Okeydokey?”

For a second, she seriously did not want to spend an entire night awake looking after a drunken racer from another game. But her usual naughty schemes brewing in her head swayed her decision.

“Alright, fine, you little wuss,” she sat next to his head, folding her arms and smiling as pleasantly and inconspicuously as she could manage. “Get some not-so-well-deserved shut-eye.”

He nodded limply before his head dropped back onto the pillow. His consciousness visibly faded like a light dimming, but just before he was completely out, he managed to mumble, “Turbo-tastic, Mavis.”

Her eyes lingered on the sleeping man for several minutes. When he was unconscious, he looked a lot more agreeable than he actually was. Someone seeing him for the first time like this might have guessed that he was just a big giddy kid tuckered out from playing for too long, which, Make-It supposed, he was, to some extent. He snored softly at first, quickly escalating into full inebriated snorts and whistles.

Make-It leaned back against the headboard, peering around at the blandly textured graphics and smiling. Despite who it was, it was nice to have company for once.

Her tranquility was short-lived before her impish instincts kicked in and reminded her why she agreed to watch him in the first place. Smirking wider than appropriate, she painted a felt marker out of the air and popped the cap off, peering sidelong at Turbo. His face needed a revamp and she was just the girl for the job.

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