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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off!

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“You made it!”

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck.

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!”

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!”

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes. Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces.

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.”

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.”

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side.

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.”

��Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.”

“But love, it’s her birthday.”

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.”

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out.

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city.

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge.

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?”

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world.

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself.

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse.

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol.

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns.

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form.

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.)

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?”

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!”

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently.

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!”

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted.

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated.

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot.

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush.

Still a baby, you think. Your baby.

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?”

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom.

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow.

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.”

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?”

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.”

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist.

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth.

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.”

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.”

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets.

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips.

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality.

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.”

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back.

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.”

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up.

“Depends on how good you are.”

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage.

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!”

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.”

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—”

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together.

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.”

“You like that I’m nasty.”

“Yeah yeah.”

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows.

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs.

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking.

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun.

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?”

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye.

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.”

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text.

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #btsguild #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts smut

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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KUROO TETSURO - 3:37AM

summary - you and kuroo play hide and seek in the early hours of morning after the hot nights of mid august prevent you both from falling asleep - fluff

this was actually a prompt written by @emma_ichihara on tiktok that i absolutely needed to write about after i saw it so thank u for that queen <3

warnings - none

The heat in your bedroom was unbearable. Then again, you couldn’t say you didn’t expect it to be as mid august is always going to be a pain to sleep through.

You tossed about in your sheets flailing your arms and legs about trying to get some sort of breeze across your limbs only to flop down in frustration. Grabbing your phone from the side of your bed you checked the time. 2:27AM.

Your eyes squinted at the brightness of the screen and you put your phone back down only to hear it vibrate on the surface as soon as you let go of the device. Assuming it was going to be a random notification from one of your apps you almost decided to ignore it but something told you to check regardless.

Your eyes once again squinting as they adjusted to the luminous light emitting from your phone contrasting against the darkness of your room. Your heart fluttered as you read through the notification.

2:28AM - tetsoup : i know ur up right now

You unlocked your phone as you typed out your reply. A conversation flowing between the two of you.

2:28AM - thot chan : okay u got me sue me for not being able to handle the heat

2:29AM - tetsoup : would’ve thought after being around me so much you’d be able to handle the hot ;)

2:29AM - thot chan : ur a chemistry nerd u aren't hot

2:29AM - tetsoup : fail ur next chemistry exam for all i care dont ask me for help :(

2:30AM - thot chan : you wound me captain

2:30AM - thot chan : and what are u doing up right now?

2:31AM - tetsoup : same as u genius, this heat is making my body perspire more than what i’d like

2:31AM - thot chan : lmao that means u finna be smelly. go take a cold shower u farm animal

2:31AM - tetsoup : at 2am? i don't think so u imbecile, i have a better solution though

2:32AM - thot chan : and that is?

You stared at your phone expecting a reply quickly but after 5 minutes it never came.

‘Idiot must’ve fallen asleep’

You hummed as you set your phone back down and allowed your head to hit back against the soft pillows on your bed. The heat was still bothering you so it didn’t look like you were going to be getting much sleep, regardless you still tried by closing your eyes and trying to force your brain into drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Not even 4 minutes into your attempt at forced sleep you heard your phone vibrate softly against the wood of your bedside table. Snatching it up towards your face you stared at the notification in disbelief.

2:43AM - tetsoup : im outside ur house hurry up the bugs are eating me alive

This boy.

Swinging your legs off the hurricane of sheets, pillows and your comforter, you dragged yourself over to the window to peek through your blinds. There stood your tall boyfriend with a big hoodie and sweatpants on, signature bedhead with his hands in his pockets patiently waiting for your arrival.

You smiled slightly. He really had your whole heart and you couldn’t deny that even if you tried.

Grabbing one of his hoodies you had ‘borrowed’ you threw on your shoes and quietly made your way to the front door carefully not wanting to disturb your parents and have them question your activities.

“Finally, my body was about to start decomposing from all the bugs attacking me from just standing here.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Kuroo pulled your smaller frame into his significantly larger one as you inhaled the scent of his hoodie. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he gave it a soft kiss before looking back down at you.

“Come on let's go.”

You hummed in curiosity but allowed the boy to take your smaller hand into his larger calloused one and lead the way to the unknown destination.

It wasn’t rare for you and Kuroo to meet up during the night. Sure you spent a lot of time together most days but there was something about being the only ones out in such public places that made you both feel as if you were the only ones in the world. This feeling never got old to the pair of you as everytime the two of you met up in the earliest hours of morning you would find yourselves falling in love all over again with each other. These hours were the ones you held close to your evergrowing heart.

After 5 minutes of walking through the peaceful streets in your neighbourhood, Kuroo led you to the playground the two of you and Kenma would find yourselves occupied most days after school back when you were all younger. The place was such a public and overlooked one, but you all still cherished the memories created there and would sometimes find yourselves reminiscing on those times whenever you’d come back.

You let go of your boyfriend’s hand as you climbed onto the climbing structure which years ago would’ve proven to be more of a challenge for you to reach the top too. The platform a lot smaller than it used to be, you grabbed the railing and allowed a gentle breeze to run through the locks of your hair.

Kuroo looked up at you, adoration twinkling in his eyes. To him you were everything. He had known you ever since he first moved into the neighbourhood with his dad and grandparents. He used to find talking to others a struggle and found Kenma particularly hard to communicate with. You however, took the opportunity to get both boys to open up more to each other right by the reigns and within your first 6 months of being acquainted with each other, you had managed to get both boys comfortable enough to call you and each other a friend in confidence. For that, Kuroo was eternally grateful and even more so when you accepted his romantic feelings towards you 3 years ago.

“Let’s play hide and seek, you know, like we used to.”

You turned smiling to the beheaded captain. He gave you his signature smirk and turned around.

“You’ve got 30 seconds, be prepared to lose immediately.”

You laughed as he began to count up to 30, crouching behind a slide that you thought covered yourself from his view. It actually took Kuroo 54 seconds to find you and you turned the childish game into a small competition between the two of you, tallying up who could find the other the fastest each time.

It got to your 13th round and this time you were hiding inside the slide. Kuroo had yet to find you and it had been 8 minutes already. This confused you slightly as the usually perceptive boy would’ve found you by now. You climbed out of the slide and onto the platform as you glanced around your surroundings seeing no signs of him.

You raised your eyebrow as you knew the boy surely must be messing with you. He would never actually abandon you especially without letting you know.

Cupping your hands to both sides of your mouth you let yourself lean towards the railing of the climbing structure.

“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo!”

You called out while continuing to scan the area in your view.

What you weren’t expecting was for strong arms to find their way around your waist as you felt someone's hot breath against the skin on your neck.

“I’m right here, my beautiful Juliet.”

You gasped as Kuroo kissed your neck before spinning you around to look at you directly. One of his hands supporting your back and the other moving a piece of loose hair away from your face, he stared into your eyes which twinkled under the stars. You smiled widely at him as he admired your gorgeous face.

He allowed his hand to trail down your neck until he moved his fingers to weave through your hair delicately. Moving his head down, he softly kissed your lips as you melted into his touch. Your hands moved to his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss making you sigh in satisfaction. You hummed as he drew small circles on your back with his long fingers let your own hands move towards his untamable hair and rake through it resulting in a hum of approval from him.

You both pulled away as you studied each other's expressions. In that moment Kuroo had fallen for you even deeper if that was possible. Every fibre in his being adored you and it took so much self control to not just tackle you off the structure and cuddle you forever. You were his soulmate he was sure of that. The idea of love had never crossed Kuroo’s mind until middle school when you had both grown up a little bit more. He was focused on volleyball and keeping up his grades but you were always at the back of his mind driving him crazy to the point where he felt he had no other choice than to explore these foreign feelings for you. He would argue that by confessing to you, he had made the best decision in his life. You brought nothing but pure light into his life he was convinced you were some sort of guardian angel. You couldn’t be real. You were a living goddess and there were times when he’d feel like you were too good to be true.

The feelings were mutual on your side too. Kuroo Tetsuro had been a challenge for you to get to open up but when he did he didnt hold back on subconsciously taking your heart and occupying your thoughts on the daily. The two of you held such a deep and indescribable love for each other sometimes you felt like it was too hard to contain.

Brought back to reality by your hand caressing his cheek Kuroo turned to you and smiled so genuinely.

“Y/N, I am so so in love with you.”

“I know Tetsu. I love you too. So much.”

You pecked his cheek as he guided you off the climbing structure and onto the soft grass surrounding the playground.

You both laid there in a comfortable silence as you allowed the sounds of distant cars passing through the busy city of tokyo, and the soft sounds of crickets chirping as you cuddled up to Kuroo’s chest.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you and pulled you close to him whispering “I love you” over and over again quietly enough for only you to hear.

The early morning had reached 3AM and you both knew you’d have to make your way back to your homes soon but right now nothing else mattered.

The only thing on your minds was the fact you were both stupidly in love with each other and you would continue to allow yourselves to fall in love over and over again as you stared at the stars whispering small professions of love to one another for the remaining time you spent outside.

Kuroo Tetsuro, a perceptive boy who hadn’t considered love until you came into his life, had never felt such raw emotion in his life and it was these early hour moments which he would hold close to his heart for the rest of his life which he had planned to go through with you by his side.

#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #oneshot #kuroo x reader #fanfic #x reader

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soulwillower · 4 years ago

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secret • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader)

requested: someone a while back asked for some stan fluff but i can't find it im v sorry <33 but this ones 4 u nonny

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of it, fluff, laying in roads, super unedited

[losers and reader are 16+ in this.]

2.9k words

♡

"oh, man." mike mumbles as he wiggles himself comfortably in bill's guest bed, making you snort quietly. "it's cold in here."

you nod, sighing. "you're right. i'll go get you a blanket, okay?" you state, hearing but not comprehending the drunken mumbles that leave mike's mouth as you walk to the hallway closet.

you'd spent yet another night out with your friends, this time finding yourselves at a house party thrown by some kid that was in your class; it had been a fun night, but now you and stan were the only sober ones and have to get all the others into bed, which was no easy feat. you're extremely relieved that stan volunteered to get richie into bed, because you know you don't have the patience for him right now, especially after he'd spent all night drunkenly ranting about how bad you had it for stan.

it started at about 3-drinks-in richie, bounding up to you like an excited puppy and asking when the wedding was. you'd rolled your eyes and told him to shut up but it's richie, so he never does. and then there was five-drinks-in richie telling you to confess to stan, shoving you towards the curly haired boy who caught you with ease and grace, rolling his eyes at richie and offering to get you something to drink. then there was six-drinks-in richie telling you that stan had a secret he's kept from you but refusing to elaborate on it and making you want to punch the trashmouth in the face.

you're glad you don't have to deal with him now, because you may explode if you have to hear him try and help you with the whole stan situation one more time. because you're a grown up, and you can handle it all on your own.

yeah.

it's quiet as you lay your eyes on the blanket on the top shelf, straining to reach it as a door shuts down the hall. you huff as you jump up, reaching with your hand stretched and yet still missing the blanket, grasping at air.

then suddenly, a hand is on your waist and you can smell and feel stan as he presses up behind you, reaching up to grab the blanket with ease and pulling it down for you. you roll your eyes and try not to think about how close he is to you as you spin around, his hand slowly falling from its resting point on your hips. "here you go, shortcake." he says with a lopsided smirk, his eyes warm as he grins at the look on your face. "never, ever call me that again. you sound like richie." you say with a little eye roll because he's such a tease.

he huffs a laugh, tilting his head back and clutching his chest like that was a huge blow to the heart and you hide your lovesick smile. "thanks, though." you add on, and stan's smile widens.

"richie's finally down." he says quietly as he follows you into the room where mike's already asleep, curled on his side like a small cat. you laugh a bit as you spread the blanket over his sleeping form, "you say that like he's a toddler."

stan laughs warmly, flipping off the lights as you and him exit the room, making your way down the stairs. "is he not?" stan says through a yawn. you smirk at the floor, shaking your head as the house finally falls completely silent, all five of your drunk friends having been safely put down to bed.

"you ready, y/n/n?" stan asks, holding the door open for you and looking perfect in his sweater and curly hair. you sigh, almost lovesick, as you follow him out into the street.

as the two of you walk towards your house from bill's, you bring up something that richie had imprinted in your mind earlier, after the fifth vodka-soda.

"so richie said you have a secret." you say with a teasing smile. stan looks at you, his trademark stoic look melting into one of alarm. "did he?" stan asks, voice barely shaky.

"yes, but he didn't get around to telling me what it is. is it..." you pretend to think. "a third nipple? a secret sibling we had no idea about?" you gasp, "stan, are you a flat-earther?"

he laughs, his smile brilliant enough to light up the dark night. it makes you warm even in the cold air of october. "no." he says simply, making no other attempt to elaborate.

"well what is it, then?" you ask, smiling at him and feeling your fingertips tingle. his skin is pale in the lamplight, the sharp cold air nipping at his face and leaving his cheeks and nose a bit red, his hair rustling in the breeze. your heart hurts; he looks devastatingly beautiful.

“if i tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.” he says, a small grin on his face as his eyes his the dreary skyline, the light breeze catching you off guard and making you shiver. you roll your eyes good-naturedly as you shove him a bit and he stumbles out onto the street. he laughs and your heart does a somersault.

"that's so lame, stan! please, tell me? i promise i won't tell anyone." you insist, grabbing his outstretched hands as he pulls you with him towards the middle of the abandoned, empty street. the night is deadly quiet around you and it makes his sharp laugh even more startling, as if you've just been woken up from a daydream.

"everybody else already knows, y/n/n." stan says, lifting a brow, as if in challenge. his cheeks are slightly pink from the cold air and you huff, a short puff of condensed air pluming out towards him and dissolving moments after.

"how can you lie to your best friend like this, then?" you ask, the joke suddenly slightly offending you, but your smile covering up your stinging heart. stan, though, suddenly looks down at your combined hands with furrowed brows, pulling you slightly towards him. you stumble a bit to catch your balance at your sudden proximity to the boy.

"what?" you ask, turning your palms upwards to see if there was something on them that made him react so oddly. he looks to you, his eyes soft and "your hands are so soft."

you stare at him blankly, lifting a brow. he must think you're dumb. "you're not going to distract me, uris. i'll get it out of you." you say, pulling one hand from his warm grip to point at his chest.

you have to distract yourself from the hurricane of butterflies erupting in your chest because of stan's words, his hands in yours, and the fact that you're alone with him in the middle of the night.

your words make him grin at you, a smile that yet again makes flowers of affection blossom in your chest as he softly grabs the hand you have pointed against his chest. he smirks, confirming your suspicion that he was just trying to distract you.

"whatever, let's go, y/n." he says, tugging you lightly, but your feet stay planted against the damp pavement of the middle of the road as you hold your ground. "no, i'm staying here until you tell me." you grumble, smiling at him innocently as he gapes at you.

"my god. are you five?" he asks in his trademark timbre, a smile giving away his actual amusement. you cross your arms and plop onto the pavement in the middle of the road, the ground slightly cold against your back as you lay down, head falling onto the yellow paint divider. stan looks heavenly even from this angle as he stares down at you, curls swaying as he moves to shake his head at you, biting his lip to hold back what you know would be a small giggle.

"you are five." he mutters. you want to kiss him.

you want to kiss him so bad right now. but instead, knowing it'd destroy your friendship, you cross your arms and stare up at him from the road. "no i'm not, i'm just mad my best friend doesn't trust me enough to tell me his secrets."

of course, you know if it's something he doesn't want you to know, you won't actually push him - you would understand. but he's teasing you; you can tell he'll tell you, but not before a bit of playful prodding. and you really, really want to know.

"the stuff i do for you, y/l/n." he grumbles, and your stomach does flips as he lowers himself to lay on the pavement next to you, staring up at the onyx sky.

it's silent for a few moments as neither of you move or speak, entranced as the night seems to swallow you whole, coating you in a blanket of dark blue and speckles of bright, distant stars as the only person in the universe lies next to you, tapping his fingers in a neat 1, 2, 3 pattern.

"so you're really not going to tell me?" you ask softly, your voice cutting through the silence of the autumn night. you shiver again, and he shifts slightly so that you can feel his body warmth so close to you, yet not touching.

he sighs, "you're not going to like it as much as you think you will."

you frown, looking over at him and propping yourself up on one elbow. "what's that supposed to mean?" he shakes his head but doesn't add anything, prompting you to lay flat again, eyes up towards the stars.

"you know i don't like saying things before trying them first."

your heart thumps and you shrug, still not looking at him. "then try it first, stan. you know i'll wait until you're ready. but i'll be laying here in the middle of the street until you do."

he chuckles softly but you can hear the anxiety in his voice, "i think that's not the best idea, y/n. it involves you."

your heart beat quickens, and you hope this is going where you wish it is. "stan. there's not much that i can think of that you could do to me that i wouldn't want." you say, immediately stumbling to re-explain those words, embarrassed at how they sounded. "-er, you know. l-like, it'll take a lot for me to dislike you. you're not going to stab me, are you?"

he laughs again and you smile. "of course not, you dumbass." he says. you sigh quietly, "i promise i won't get mad."

"are you sure, y/n?" he sounds so nervous, you turn to look at him with a concerned look. "of course, stan. i trust you with my life. that's why i'm laying in the middle of a road with you at three in the morning." you say honestly. his cheeks dust a pink color and it makes you happy.

"wh - okay, but this situation is your fault and we're here because of you, not me, so that doesn't really make sense because you're trusting yourself because this was your idea-" he stars with an eye roll and you shove his shoulder lightly, making him break off his sentence with a slight chuckle.

"okay, fine. just- close your eyes." he says. faithfully, you close your eyes and wait for further instruction, your heart pounding in your chest.

its a few moments of excruciating nothingness, just you in a dark abyss on the cold hard ground, the boy beside you shifting and breathing shakily. you're about to ask if he left you but then suddenly you're feeling cold lips against yours and your heart is bursting, eyes shutting quickly as you press against him.

he's pulling away before you even have time to appreciate the taste of stan's lips on yours and he's staring at you, nervous and wide-eyed when you look up at him.

but then you reach to him and pull him to your lips again, this time kissing him deeply and conveying everything that you can’t say. he kisses back with so much passion that you loose your breath, his hand caressing your side and making you sigh lightly.

his lips are soft against yours and his tongue slides into your mouth, making your stomach pool with butterflies and excitement. but then, he breaks the kiss and leans away a bit, causing you to whine, your hand tightening around his neck.

"please don't pull away yet," you whisper against his lips selfishly. he lets out a small puff from his lips and it goes right against your own, reminding you yet again of your proximity and the weight of his body against yours on the cold, hard pavement.

"we're in the middle of the street." he says, ever the thinker. "and now you know the secret, so you can get up." he adds smugly, making you roll your eyes and pull him back towards your lips.

he falls back against you easily, his lips slotting against yours as if he's been doing it his whole life. his hand slowly moves from where he balances over you to caress your cheek as his tongue swipes against your lips. you open your mouth slightly but he then pulls back again, this time further away and you huff.

you're ripped from your senses as a car engine sputters by at the intersection a few hundred feet away from you and stan jolts back, standing up quickly as he clears his throat.

he pulls you upright after, and the two of you smile at each other, stan mumbling, "told you, that's not safe."

you smile at the ground. "maybe i should start listening to your advice, huh?" you tease him. he chuckles, reaching his hands out so they fall onto your hips and squeeze gently. you look up at him, cheeks feeling extremely warm, and he bites his lip through his smile.

“i really, really like you y/n.” he says honestly, and your stomach flips itself in butterflies. you smile hugs as you lay your hands around his neck, stepping closer, “i like you more.” you say gently.

he shakes his head and kisses you on the nose, making you want to melt with affection. “not possible.” he argues, pulling you against him as he kisses you once more, his mouth warm and inviting, causing you to sigh.

and even in the middle of the road at three in the morning on a freezing cold night, when stan tightens his grip on you, you know you’re where you’re supposed to be.

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ten0rreaper · 4 years ago

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Here’s my entry to the @pnatsecretsanta for 2020! @quarktrinity, I hope you enjoy! It’ll be crossposted to ao3, link will be in a reblog. Thank you for your patience!

Isabel: hey so

Isabel: when are u going to get here

Max: wat?

Max: its xmas ev

Isabel: you really need to get a new phone

Isabel: and remember? youre supposed to come to my place tonight, wait it out

Isabel: max?

Isabel: if you were spacing out again im going to kill you

Isabel: you WERE doing the face again now that i think about it

Max: u guys ned 2 mak imprtnt info cler. Y i spcd

Isabel: you need to listen! this time mr spender remembered to tell u and everything. youre not allowed to be mad at us this time

Isabel: in short, get ur butt over here before midnight. sneak out if u need to, thats what isaac does

Isabel: in long, if u dont santas gonna kill u

----

“Let me get this straight.” 11:30 P.M. December 24th, 20XX. Max sat in Ed’s room on a chair hastily drawn up, with a jacket pulled hastily over his pajamas and hat still jammed on his head, massaging his temples. “Santa’s real, he’s a spirit, and he hates all spectrals and is coming to kill us?”

“That’s a bit of an oversimplification, but yeah,” Isaac said, and Max shot him a glare. He could hear that smugness. “So like, there’s a lot of spirits that kinda grow from ideas humans have, right? I don’t know what’s up with Scrapdragon, but like, Muse came from the ideas around ancient Greek muses, like his name. They can be really off base but still have the same ideas- like Lucifer, Mr. Spender’s spirit, is just some lightbulb guy, but Lucifer does mean light and stuff, so they can just be along those lines. But like, a LOT of kids believe in Santa and think about him a lot, so there’ve been a few spirits that manifested around the idea of a guy who can get anywhere to deliver presents to good kids and punishments to bad ones, especially with stories like Krampus too.”

“But most spirits can’t interact with humans, so this guy mostly goes around to other spirits and ghosts and stuff,” Isabel said, distracted by her attempts to spin her umbrella like a top. “So he likes spirits a lot. And we kick a lot of spirit butt,” she punctuated this with a particular spirited spin of the umbrella, “so he hates us and comes to try to kill us every year. And because he can teleport, he can get inside the barrier. So gramps makes us all stay with him until sunrise every year so that all the adults can fight off santa and his reindeer so we don’t get put in a sack and teleported somewhere.”

Max groans and tries to fall backwards in his chair, but the chair doesn’t budge. “Your paint really isn’t good for drama,” Max informed Ed.

“Don’t be so dramatic then,” Ed snickered. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you, You just stay at home all night. I have to sneak out! My dad’ll kill me if he finds out!”

“I just put a pillow in my blankets and it’s fine,” Isaac says with a shrug. “If your dad looks harder than that, we probably have a tool lying around that can wipe memories or something.”

“I don’t want to mind wipe my dad,” Max grumbled, but resigned himself to slumping grumpily in his chair to watch Ed play some punching game or whatever. Bad enough that his own baseball bat might want to eat him, and he was trapped in this town with no way out- now Christmas hated him too.

Isaac caught his eye and smiled sympathetically. “You get used to it,” he whispered.

“I thought I was used to it a month ago.”

Max jumped as a knock on the door sounded, glaring at Isabel’s laughter. The door opened without waiting for a response. Mr. Spender poked his head in through the door with a goofy grin. “Alright, kids! You all ready for this year’s Christmas night?”

Ed didn’t even look away from his video game, waving lazily. “We could use some snacks. That’d be nice.”

“Yeah, where are the snacks, old man? You want us to starve?” Isabel waved her umbrella at him like a grumpy old woman might a cane.

“You’re well fed enough already. I made sure of that.” It spoke wonders to how used to this existence Max had become that Mr. Spender knocking politely had scared him, but Isabel’s grandpa floating through the wall didn’t. The man’s bulk and imperious gaze still caused him some anxiety, though, and he had to consciously remind himself that he’s a punk, he’s cool, and he doesn’t respect anyone’s authority, even a scary ghost’s. Yeah, totally.

The atmosphere of the room quickly shifted, and Isabel’s eyes dropped. “Yeah, I was just joking. Sorry, Grandpa.”

“Joke or not, this night is too much effort to make light of. My students and I are putting ourselves at risk for you,” Mr. Guerra said, looming over the room, “so only vocalize a need if you need it.”

Isabel glowered at the carpet. “Alright, Grandpa…”

“So. I will ask again. Are you all prepared? Midnight strikes soon.”

“We are, sir,” Isaac said. Max fought not to pull a face at Isaac’s please pay attention to me, authority figure tone, but for once it was helpful, so whatever. He could let it slide.

Mr. Guerra eyed Isaac. “...good. We’ll get you once the sun begins to rise.” And with that, he turned away and slid down through the floor. Max could already hear him barking at the pupils below.

Mr. Spender grimaced. “Well… good! Everything’s all set then.”

Isabel grumbled, picking at the carpet.

“...trust me,” Mr. Spender said, forcing audibly fake cheer into his voice, “This isn’t a hassle at all. You guys getting stuffed into a sack- now, that would be quite the kerfuffle!”

They all stared as Mr. Spender slowly deflated. “...sure,” Max said. “Uh, we’ll be good, stay up here, it’s fine.”

“Great.” Mr. Spender nodded, stared awkwardly for a moment, and stepped out the door. “Well, Merry Christmas, children!” He shut the door behind him. Max listened with the others as his footsteps hurried down the hall to the stairwell.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, a distinctly uncomfortable experience for Max. It was almost impossible not to ramble, and he was reaching his breaking point and about to open the floodgates of inane and overly verbose chatter when Ed, thankfully, took point.

“That sucked,” he said simply, and Isabel groaned and fell back.

“I hate when he does that!” Isabel laid her umbrella by her side and waved her hands in the air exasperatedly. “It’s like he has no in between and I’m always either The Best And He’s So Disappointed In Me For Not Being Perfect or A Helpless Kid He Needs To Do Everything For! He always gets like this tonight!”

Ed paused his game, and reached around to pat her on the knee. “I mean, we could prove him wrong. We beat up spirits all the time, how hard could this be?”

“Okay, hold up, hand on,” Max said. “No? I- this is a terrible idea, you just got finished telling me about how if I wasn’t here I’d be killed by Santa, and now you want to go out there and fight Santa?”

“Well, not Santa,” Ed said. “Duh. He mostly just sends his reindeer to do everything and hangs out on rooftops.”

“And no offence Max, but uh…” Isaac scratched the back of his head.

“You’d totally get killed if you were on your own.” Isabel flipped herself upright. “All you got is that dinky bat, and magnet powers. You can’t even do a spec shot, dude, you’d get thrown in a sack in no time. We’d be fine.”

Max crossed his arms. “Alright, screw you too.”

“But other than that… that sounds like it could be pretty fun.” Isabel grinned. “Show the old man and his big dumb deer who’s boss. Maybe then he’ll stop coming to Mayview every year.”

“That would be pretty nice actually.” Isaac was clearly thinking hard- he had his broody face on. “I would like to stop having to sneak out every year. Sooner or later my parents will notice.”

Max shuddered. “Actually, yeah, Isaac has a point. I don’t want to die to Rudolph or anything, but if we keep having to do this, I’ll die to my dad, which is way worse honestly.”

“Your dad’s a teddy bear,” Isabel said, and rolled her eyes. “Stop complaining.”

“You haven’t seen him when I fail a test!”

“So are we going or what?” Isabel was already pulling her jacket back on, tucking her umbrella firmly under her arm. Ed bounced on the balls of his feet with a grin, already eyeing up the window and painting himself a rope.

Max looked at Isaac, who shrugged and got to his feet. Max sighed, and stood up, regretfully leaving his scooter on the floor. “Yeah, alright. We’re going.”

Well, Max was regretting this. He was regretting this so much. He tromped through the snowy woods, eternally grateful for his boots. “Why in the world do we have to fight the spirits of Christmas in the woods? Why can’t we do it in town, or like, on the road at least? The roads we salted. The roads wouldn’t be as cold.”

“Cuz we’d get caught, dummy,” Isabel snorted. Or maybe it was a sniffle. “Either someone from the dojo would hear us and yell at us and get in the way before we can prove anything, or someone in town would yell at us and call the cops or something.”

“Maybe having people nearby to help isn’t a bad thing? You can’t just say that after saying that I’m the most likely person to die!”

“You came out here anyway,” Isaac pointed out, and looked all too unaffected by Max’s glare.

“I hate you. I hate you with everything in my being you- you chump elf.”

Isabel laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, this place looks pretty good, huh?” She stopped, looking around the snowy clearing they’d come into and turning in place. She nodded, satisfied. “There’s room to fight here, and we could come up with some pretty solid traps. Isaac wouldn’t have to worry too much about blasting a bunch of trees.”

“Looks pretty good!” Ed pulled off a mitten with his teeth and dug his paint brush out of his pocket. “What’re you thinkin, Izzy? Tripwire? Net?”

“Let’s go net,” Isaac said. “They can fly.”

“Plus, last time you tripped Isaac, remember?” Isabel elbowed Ed in the side. “Max and I are pretty fast, but Isaac needs some help.”

“Please. I can jump higher than your house is tall.”

“But you still fell just flat on your face,” she cooed. Isaac grumbled, cursing her just loud enough for Isabel to overhear, but she just batted her eyes and paid him no mind. “Okay, so,” she said, looking up at the sky through the hole in the canopy, “we probably only have a few more minutes before one of the reindeer finds us-”

And that’s when a dark shape, faster than cheetah and twice as forceful, barrelled into Max. And off he went, hanging by the hood of his jacket on a wicked sharp antler prong, into the sky and away to the sound of jingling bells.

----

Things were quiet this year, Richard reflected. It was honestly a relief- maybe the spirit had finally given up. Probably too much to hope for, but, Christmas miracles and all. In any case, there seemed to be plenty of time to get the kids some mugs of hot cocoa and cookies to wait out the night with.

“Need any help balancing those?” Day asked, and Richard felt his mood become momentarily strained.

“Actually, that would be nice, if you think you could.” The tray of mugs and cookies he was balancing was quite the challenge, after all. Day reached up and somehow grabbed the plates of cookies perfectly- Spender could swear he saw her eyes flash for a moment, smart woman- and left him to balance the four mugs. A much easier task now.

“I really thought things would be more eventful, with how much Francisco was fussing over it, but everything’s pretty quiet, isn’t it?” Day smiled and followed Richard’s footsteps to the stairs.

“Well, usually there’s more cause for it, but the spirits seem to be laying low this year. Not an unwelcome reprieve in the slightest, but I do worry about Max… if this isn’t the new status quo, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“He’s a- well, he seems like a really smart kid,” Day reassured him. “I think he’ll make sure to be careful next year too!”

“I hope so. He does seem resourceful, but… he can be reckless.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she said, before stopping with a small frown on her face. “They’re being pretty quiet…”

Spender listened for a moment himself. “Hm, they are… mayhaps they went to bed early?”

“That doesn’t sound like them.”

“No,” he said, dread creeping into his heart. “It doesn’t.”

He set the tray of cookies on the floor. He approached Ed’s room. He knocked.

He opened the door.

Richard’s lips thinned into a grim line as he surveyed the dark room. “They’re gone.”

------

Max screamed for his life as he was lifted faster than he could process into the sky. It was a clear, starry night, and they all looked like streaks as his captor circled through the sky, closer and closer to the top of the dome before colliding headfirst into it. Max didn’t have any more air in his lungs to scream as he was jostled loose and began to fall down, down- only to be caught again, this time like a sack of potatoes on the spirit’s back. He was overwhelmed by the sound of silver bells as he caught his breath, eyes screwed tightly shut.

Eventually, his lungs rallied to his call, and he was able to take in an unpleasant few gulps of animal-scented air. Max cracked his eyes open a peek- and immediately shut them again. Too high. He was way, way too high up. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and the wind burned his face and the tips of his ears.

Hold on.

“My hat,” he wheezed reaching one hand up to grope the top of his head. “My hat’s gone!”

“Soon that will be of no matter.”

Max screamed- even he was getting fed up with his own screams at this point, but instinct didn’t seem to be on the same page.

“Quiet,” the rumbling voice said, and the spirit turned to look at Max. “Your sounds irritate me.”

The spirit that held Max on its back was by far the biggest deer of any Max had ever seen. It was shaggy and majestic, even as its fur was electric yellow, and its huge rack of knife-like antlers shivered as if they were made of candle flame. Its many eyes blinked, and it beared serrated teeth- a stark contrast to the many silver bells that seemed a part of its pelt. Max looked away, avoiding its cruel gaze, to see three pairs of legs, hooves thundering over empty air. And below him, seven more enormous shapes were blazing their way towards the distant forest clearing, led by an eerie red light. “Oh no, oooooh no, no no no no no no…”

“But yes, child. At last you have been retrieved, and soon your friends will be as well. Then, you can all face your punishment.” The spirit laughed cruelly. “I am Dasher, and I was simply the herald.”

“So you’re just, you’re just Dasher? Like from the poem? One of those things down there is…” Jeez, this was surreal. “...Donner? And, Vixen?”

“Many tremble in fear before those names. It would do you right to show some respect.”

“What? No, nobody does! You guys are like, goofy little stop motion dolls, man, how’d you guys end up looking like this?”

“Our powers are untold by your human poems-”

“Aren’t you guys based on the poems?!”

Dasher snorted and tossed his head in anger. “That is an egregious oversimplification-”

“I thought your name was Dasher, not Dictionary.”

The spirit cried out in frustration, and Max felt something in him settle a bit better. Poking things with words, he could do that. Just don’t look down. “So, uh,” he began, shifting a bit so it was less like he was thrown over Dasher and more like he was riding him, “why am I not in a sack yet?”

“Our pilot is attending to his annual business in Mayview,” Dasher growled. “It is we who have the ability to fight and fly- so it is we who collect naughty children. Once your compatriots have been obtained, then we may return to our stations.”

“Wow,” Max drawled. “I can’t believe Santa needs his reindeer to deal with three preteens.”

“You do have a teenager within your ranks. That does provide some extra challenge.”

“Whoa, wait, really?”

“Yes. He cannot fully be counted as a child by our pilot any longer- he has aged enough to become a teenager. It is not he that we seek.”

“Wow, that’s weirdly arbitrary and nitpicky.” Max was so going to tease Isaac about this later. If he didn’t, well, get thrown into a sack and… baked into a pie? Eaten alive? Thrown into a dungeon? Whatever. Try to be positive.

“If you take issue, you may air your complaints to our pilot.”

“Taking it straight to the manager, alright.” Max stared at his hands, balled in bright yellow fur, and took a deep breath as he relaxed them. He wasn’t going to fall, he was certain Dasher wouldn’t allow him, channel a Karen- and he released the fur, balancing on the spirit’s back with only his legs. Before he could lose his nerve, he swung his backpack off his shoulder and grabbed his bat. Okay, weapon acquired. Just… what to do with it.

Dasher huffed. “Puny weapon. Even with the power of an enslaved spirit, you cannot defeat me. Especially not with a spirit as weak as that one.”

“Ugh, not you too,” Max grumbled. At least this thing wasn’t getting aggressive. “I’m kinda tired of being called the weak one, it’s getting old.”

“It would have been better, then, if you had kept your power to yourself, and not bothered the true denizens of this world, as the other child does.”

“Other child-? You know what, I don’t know what you’re talking about and I do not care. Now let me think.” Max re-gripped Dasher tightly, this time grabbing the reigns, and looked around. Man, of course Max got magnet powers in the place where there’s no tall buildings anywhere- it would be great if they could pass by a skyscraper or two for Max to attach himself to. But alas… then, his eyes caught a gleam, a dark silhouette against the colorful lights of Mayview.

A transmission tower in the woods. And they were heading right for it. Max shrugged his backpack back on to his shoulder and gripped his bat as tight as he could.

“Thinking will get you nowhere, child.”

“Yeah, but it’ll keep me quiet,” Max mumbled.

“True,” Dasher said. And started to turn back towards the clearing.

“No!” Max yelped, holding his bat out desperately- he knew the tower was too distant still, but he put all his will into the bat, trying to extend its power as far as he can-

Dasher lurched beneath him with a confused cry, the bells jangled, and Max’s focus was broken with a shout. Immediately, Dasher steadied beneath him.

“Child, if you do that again I will throw you off into the ground-”

“What- I don’t even know what I did-” Max’s breath caught as he realized what happened. The bells. They were metal, and he had what was definitely a terrible idea. But it was his only idea.

Quickly, before Dasher could retaliate, Max activated his bat. Dasher howled with rage as all the bells in his body strained in the direction of the magnetic center, and Max laughed with panic.

“RELEASE ME AT ONCE-”

“No,” Max said, filled with thrill and panic, and directed Dasher back towards the clearing. The spirit barrelled towards it at supernatural speeds, a furious scream echoing through the night as he crashed into the snow like a comet. Max tumbled off of the spirit’s back, and the bat’s angle changed wildly, forcing Dasher in mad circles.

The other seven deer spirits, crowded in the woods, were as thrown into chaos as Isabel, Ed, and Isaac were, but Ed recovered fastest. “Max!” He crowed, head popping out of the snow. “You’re alive!”

“Somehow!” Max laughed, voice squeaky with panic. “For now!” In the corner of his eye, he noticed another spirit- a large one that was on fucking fire, so must be either Comet or Blitzen- and quickly swung his bat around to point at it. Dasher was forced to charge full speed into the other spirit, which dissolved into a wisp with a cry of shock.

Isabel whooped. “I can’t believe it! Magnet powers are good for something!”

“Serves you right!” He felt about to shake apart, and still dizzy from the crash, but spinning Dasher around like a top was easy enough- and the other jingling spirits were drawn in too. It was a glorious explosion of color, sound, and christmas spirits as one by one they melted each other away into whisps. Finally, only Dasher stood in the snow, puffing furious, cloudy breaths into the air.

“You will pay,” Dasher hissed. “Naughty children. You will not escape your punishment, this I swear to you.”

“Whatever you say, bub,” Ed chirped, and raised his scythe above his head.

“Wait!”

Max and the others turned back to look just in time to watch an arrow streak through the night and imbed itself in Dasher’s forehead. “No, no,” he groaned, watching Isabel’s face light up with glee.

Agent Day and Mr. Spender ran into the clearing, both panting and exhausted. “Thank goodness we found you,” Agent Day breathed, hands on her knees. “We were so worried that you were taken…”

“But I saw Dasher fall from the sky!” Spender’s chest heaved, and he swayed with effort, but he somehow managed to stay upright. “I’m so glad you’re all alright, even Dasher alone is quite the challenge to combat…”

“Nah, we got all of them.” Isabel grinned and punched her palm. “Max was able to yank ‘em around by the bells with his bat, and he got em all to poof each other. It was really easy to hit ‘em when they were all clumped up, too.”

“You- you really beat them all? Where are their tools?!”

“Right here, Mr. Spender!” Isaac called, arms full of a few rocks and sticks. “They’re, uh, not much to look at, but…”

“Amazing! Wonderful job, all of you- these will be great for the club’s stores!”

“But you shouldn’t have snuck out. We were so worried about you, and you’re glad we found you! Your grandfather is worried sick!” Agent Day wrung her hands together, cane stuck in the snow.

“Yes, he’s… not happy,” Spender admitted. “But, surely he’ll be proud when he finds out what you’ve accomplished?”

“Probably not,” Isabel sighed, sticking her hands in her pockets.

“...probably not.” Spender came over to put a hand on her shoulder. “But, for what it’s worth, I am.” Isabel looked up at him, then threw her arms around him. Spender smiled softly and hugged her in return.

“This is great,” Max groaned. “But I’m being crushed by a flippin’ reindeer, so can I get some help?”

Oblivious to Max’s irritation, Dasher continued licking Max’s hair life the reindeer he resembled. “You’re not so bad, I suppose. Resourceful child.”

“It always happens to me.”

“The arrow will at least last the night,” Agent Day said thoughtfully. “It should be safe for you to go home, in that case- you too, I think, Isaac! Since all the others are gone, after all… Maybe Dasher can take you home!”

“Nooooo!”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Ms. Day,” Spender said. “You could perhaps take Isaac and Ed back to the dojo, and I can take Isaac back to his home…?”

“Yes sir!” Day smiled. “Merry Christmas, Max, Isaac,” she said. “I hope you get back undetected.”

“Thank you, Ms. Day,” Isaac said. “You too.”

“You guys suck,” Max grumbled.

----

It took a bit for Max to wrangle Dasher into taking him home, but under Day’s spell, the spirit was a fairly easygoing ride. As Max climbed back in through his window to his undisturbed bed, he heard the spirit settle on the roof to keep watch for the sunrise. And, taking comfort in not being discovered and in the knowledge that next year, when he’s a teen, he won’t have to worry about any of this, Max changed back into his pajamas, settled into bed, and slipped into a deep sleep.

#jakalwrites #paranatural #pnatsecretsanta #pnat #paranatural secret santa 2020

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peter-parkourwrites · 5 years ago

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Being Peter’s girlfriend and meeting the team pt. 2

- OKAY SO

- You’d often go with Peter after school when he went to the tower

- nat and wanda would find you immediately

- they’d drag you into the kitchen, shoving wanda’s baked goods at you

- Peter would be dragged away by Tony

- but before he’d leave he’d give you a short kiss which involved everyone in the room either aweing or fake gagging

- ThEN BUCKY STEVE AND SAM WOULD WALK IN

- and they’d ask how the relationship is going and joke if you needed an ‘out’

- you’d scoff and punch Sam in the arm, while glaring at Bucky

- “LADY (Y/N) YOURE BACK!”

- “Thor!!”

- basically he’d pick you up in a big hug and spin you around

- Peter got lowkey jealous AGAIN

- but you’d walk over and wrap your arms around him pushing your nose into his cheek to get him to laugh

- “HEY HEY HEY THOR lemme uhhhh try and lift mjolnir challenge”

- “babe no-”

- “shut up spider boy”

- “that was harsh, better luck next time Pete,” Tony would chuckle and pat his back

- “Lady (Y/N)-”

- “Zip it.” You’d snap

- walking up to mjolnir you shake out any nerves

- “Doll are you sure?”

- “Bucky shut up she’s got this!” Peter would snap

- basically hi yah u grab it and it moves so slightly

- You pout thinking you didn’t do it

- Peter’s jaw drops bc he caught on to it and thor shakes his head

- “Maybe next time kiddo,” Tony says as he brings his arm around your shoulders and walks you and Peter down to his lab

- working on Peters suit w/ tony and making gadgets

- “Okay so we need to add more pressure so the web can be longer when it shoots out- oh hey Pete.”

- Peter just stares, bc this is the first time he’s seen you in the lab

- “W-What a-are... how?”

- “She’s like a mini Pepper, she’s a keeper kiddo.” Tony winks and Peter immediately blushes red like a fire truck

- Teaching Bucky and Steve about memes

- “Ready okay now throw me the soda can, and thats a yeet”

- “Okay but what does yeet mean?”

- “STEVE NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR QUESTIONS IM TRYING TO YEET”

- now they use it at the worst possible times

- Peter told you about how one time Bucky wanted Steve to ‘yeet his shield’ towards him

- Steve did it

- Babysitting Morgan with Peter

- “Auntie (Y/N) Uncle Pete!!”

- Peter and Morgan jumping around the house with lightsabers as you try to finish homework

- Peter collapsing on top of you as Morgan sprawls out on the couch next to you

- “Awe my babies, are you two tired?”

- a mumbled ‘yes’ from both of them

- Cuddling with Peter on the couch when Morgan goes to bed finally

- Him softly humming as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as the TV plays in the background

- him occasionally bubbling with laughter at a joke on TV

- Falling asleep at the tower on the couch in his arms

- you wake up the next morning to giggling

- Wanda is trying to get everyone to shut up so you and Peter can sleep

- Bucky, Sam, and Tony are trying to get pictures

- Steve is uhhhh protective uncle mode lowkey

- “What are they doing?? Is this okay? Are we sure they’re old enough to fondue?”

- “Steve shut up they’re cuddling” Nat would smack his forearm

- “Shut up or you’ll wake her” Peter would grumble and cuddle further into your chest

- “Already awake bub...” You grumble and kiss his forehead

- He’d pout until you gave him a kiss on the lips

- He’s hum into it and you felt his whole body relax

- which was a nice contrast from quick and rushed kisses before he went out on patrol or missions

- Trying to get up but Peter not moving

- “Steve made chocolate chip pancakes, and i swear to god Parker if I miss them because you won’t get off i’m gonna-”

- He’d scramble off you and move towards the kitchen

- You follow after him and plop down next to Natasha

- So basically you join in on meals

- The team LOVES making food when you come over

- not a single take out dish is in sight when you come over

- they all want to impress you

- Tony trying to get you to pick who’s your favorite

- they’re always arguing about it

- Carol coming back from space and you two having a blast talkings about anything and everything

- teasing Peter with her

- “Hey hey Pete, doc oc robbed a bank this morning.”

- “HE WHAT?!?!”

- “Yeah he was, well armed”

- Peter just groans and walks away

- “PETE!”

- “WHAT?!”

- “Whats spider-man’s favorite month?”

- long siGHHHH from Peter

- “I don’t know babe... what is it?”

- “WEB-RUARY!”

- *highfives carol*

- Always begging the team to let you join

- “no”

- “dont even think about it”

- “maybe.”

- “TONY!”

- “ugh,, sorry kid but its a no”

- PETER SURPRISING YOU BY ACTUALLY TAKING YOU ON A SINGLE MISSION FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY

- butttt they made Bucky stay in the jet with you and Happy

- which makes for a cranky super solider

- so you convince him to break out w/ you

- Happy goes apeshit

- but its fine bc you help Bucky take out a hydra agent or two bc thanks to Nat you know how to shoot a gun

- cheering and accidentally firing the gun at the ceiling

- “uh... whoops??”

- OKAY BUT THEN FUCKIN SHIT GOES DOWN AND U NEED TO DO SOMETHING BC ITS JUST BAD

- so ahEm deep breath

- u summon mjolnir

- AND HELP KICK ASS AND ITS JUST A WHOLETHING AND PETERS CRYING

- UR CRYING

- THOR IS CRYING, AND ITS JUST WOW A MESS

- “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!!”

- “PETER IM SO EXCITED I COULD THROW UP”

- “yeah lets not do that”

- BASICALLY GETTING ANOTHER FAMILY AND AN ADORABLE AND LOVING BOYFRIEND AND HAVING A BLAST W/ THE AVENGERS

#avengers x reader #natasha romanoff #peter parker #steve rogers #boyfriend peter parker #bucky barnes #peter parker x reader #tony stark #avengers x teen!reader #thor x teen! reader #platonic avengers #mcu #marvel writing #marvel

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tiffgeorgina · 5 years ago

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What are your headcanons and/or feelings about Blair and Harris?

Ahhh first of all thank you for your patience anon! I’ve had a wild (and unfortunately pretty uninspired) couple of weeks but now i have a ton of ideas so here they are. btw these are super unorganized and non-time-centric and pretty much plotless and random lmao anyways let’s get into it:

-harris is a by-default, die-hard back sleeper. sure, he’ll spoon and cuddle, but he won’t fall asleep like that. he’ll just lie awake all night if he’s anywhere but on his back. blair’s also kinda weirded out by being the little spoon just bc he isn’t used to it. he’s been sleeping next to a woman half a foot shorter than him all his life so it’s basically weird all around. harris will roll over like thirty minutes into the night (when he thinks blair is asleep) and they’ll both get comfortable from there.

-blair’s a really tactile person though and he likes knowing that the person next to him in bed is still there if that makes sense? plus hes always waking up freezing so he likes to be close to harris. one night kinda early in their monogamous-ish relationship he wakes up at like 3 in the morning and decides to just. crawl on top of harris. harris is obvs on his back, and blair just hitches his outside leg over harris’s hips, rests his head on his chest, and sort of lies mostly on his stomach and practically on top of harris. he sleeps like the dead for the rest of the night.

-harris wakes up and he’s like “well fuck i cant move now” not that he wants to and it’s a saturday morning anyways so he just cards his fingers through blair’s hair and harris thinks he could get used to this

-they both tend to leave their wedding rings on when they’re together because once they both lost them and they only had 15 mins until harris needed to meet corky and it was a huge disaster. blair loves to spin harris’s around his finger since he’s almost always holding his hand in some capacity anyways, and harris loves to just stare at blair’s bc godDAMN if that isn’t the most beautiful piece of jewelry he’s ever seen. first, it symbolizes a pretty excellent arrangement between blair and tiff that makes it possible for harris to even be with him. second, it’s set with the biggest stone he’s ever seen. it’s a 12 carat emerald cut emerald and it’s gorgeous in the light ok im done talking about blair’s wedding ring lmao

-once corky walks in on them in the harris house and they’re obv shaken as hell, but she doesn’t even care. she’s like “oh hey guys” and just walks to the kitchen. obviously they’re like “uh what the hell” so they go ask her what her nonchalance is all about and she’s just like “i know. ive known for months. kissing at the country club? subtle” but she’s obviously just teasing and harris is just like “you aren’t pissed?” and she’s like “should i be?” and blair comes out of his shock for a minute to be like “uh yeah kinda?” and harris just elbows him like “why are you looking a gift horse in the mouth” and she’s like “yeah, i don’t think i really care. huh. i don’t really care” and no offense but it’s kind of the best day of harris’s life

-harris has a lot of traumatic memories from conversion therapy (showtime you’re wild asf for writing this in fuk u) and blair’s really good at calming him down if harris is panicking. blair’s been through his fair share of traumatic shit as we all know and tiff made him start going to a therapist, so he knows a bunch of techniques to prevent/stop panic attacks. harris is actually shocked at how quickly blair can calm him down. he’s curious too as to how he knew how to do that, but he figures it’s a question for another day

-that day comes a couple weeks later when they’re lying in bed, blair in what is now his standard sleeping position: outside leg over harris’s waist and his head on harris’s chest, practically draped over harris. harris can’t sleep, so he’s just staring at blair and running his hands over his back when he notices how rough his skin feels. he can’t really see, but he remembers to check in the morning before blair wakes up, and he notices--really notices for the first time--that his back and arms are littered with scars. he asks him the next day at breakfast, and he’s never seen blair freeze up like that. he explains his whole past with his dad (slowly and not without crying) and above all harris is just really glad that he could help blair and that blair trusts him enough to tell him

-MOMENTARY NSFW: this is kind of already canon from 2x02 but blair likes having his hair pulled ok goodbye

-they seem like the type of couple that would be together for years? like YEARS. they come out in like 2010 and get married in 2011 after having divorced tiff and corky in like the mid-90s no i do not take constructive criticism

-again, they’re in bed, standard sleeping position. harris can generally tell when blair’s fallen asleep; he can feel and see when his breathing evens out. he’s running his hands over blair’s back, just watching him, and he just looks so serene and peaceful that he can’t help but whisper “i love you” for the first time. of course this has to be the ONE time harris misjudges blair’s sleep and blair looks up. thankfully blair smiles, kisses him, and says “i love you too”

-harris’s gay and out friends hear that harris is going steady with this guy he met, and they’re nothing short of shocked. roger harris? monogamous? that’s absurd. so they meet this guy (blair duh dkjfhglkfdjh), and they’re surprised to actually recognize him from all those tabloids and TV spots and shit. (secretly, they had always had the suspicion that blair was gay, but the confirmation is nice). he’s actually pretty likable, and they’re about to feel bad for him (because they know harris is the human manifestation of the word “infidelity”) until they see how they act together. like, harris seems really genuinely into him. his friends have never seen him like this, all lovestruck and shit. his friends are somehow even more shocked and genuinely cannot believe their eyes. they talk to him about his relationship with blair later and he’s like “what can i say? i genuinely like him. i really, really like him” and they’re shocked speechless

-blair is a TOTAL baby gay and harris thinks it’s equal parts adorable and hilarious. harris didn’t realize blair hadn’t been with other men before he blurted it out at the country club, but it makes so much sense that harris is almost embarrassed he didn’t realize it sooner. harris will use any sort of gay slang and blair will just be utterly lost. blair is always super eager to learn though and harris ofc thinks it's adorable how excited he gets to learn and fit in so he’s happy to indulge him. blair’s kinda like a boomer trying to use gen z slang for a while but he eventually gets the hang of it, and sooner than later blair can take off his wedding ring and pass for an out-and-proud gay man to anybody who looks in his direction

whew i think that’s all ive got in me for rn. these ended up being super harris-centric but irdc dfjhgdfk. again thank you for your patience and thank you for sending this in anon!! def feel free to ask me anything/demand i write anything about anything black monday lol i hope yall liked these!

#black monday #congressman harris #blair pfaff #headcanons #blair pfaff/roger harris #andrew rannells #tuc watkins #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #otp: wait. i'm not gay. // neither am i.#anonymous #slander #open mic night

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rebelliouslala · 4 years ago

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Jung Hoseok

You were so fucking late my guy lmao

you’re in your second year

late to your first day

even tho u JUST transferred

u slept in, you were so exhausted from unpacking

That as you were skateboarding

yes ur that quirky hehe

You crashed in a crowd of students, and heard a loud scream

You look up to a man in baggy clothes, and with a skateboard wheel mark on his face, he pouts

“HEY-?”

“I’m so sorry! It’s my first day!” you look around, sighing and grabbing out your animation card, before running to math class, “just call me and I’ll pay!”

So you finally made it to animation class

luckily it’s just drawing the first thing you ever drew

Yes this is why u take art

it’s easy

so u draw and draw and draw and draw and draw and draw and

Then, as you left

You’re grabbed by the shirt behind the building

u scream and take out your mace before the person lets go

“Ah ah ah ah okay! Sorry, i just, wanted to say im okay now”

the boy from earlier has his face a little moist, the tips of his teddy brown hair dripping wet

“My name is hobi”

“oh, mine is y/n, nice to meet you, and again, sorry”

“Ah, dont be, actually you should say sorry to my tip hat, i was dancing for money”

you look at him in awe, “dance?”

he nods, and he quickly spins before landing on his knee and one leg splayed out

you widen your eyes and clap, “w-wow. . .you’re. . .good”

he smiles and chuckles, “yeah, thanks, so, about that favor”

“You better not be a fucking-,” you grab for your mace again

“what? OH! N-No! no, i wouldnt do that. just, well, i was wondering if you could help me”

you lower your guard only slightly, “for what?”

He smiles, “i wanna shoot a music video, but it’s kind of hard because i want a characters, I saw your website, you do animation! So, can you help me out?”

So eventually he gives you his number, and to him yours

Thats when usually you did some stalking

He’s all around a great fella

yes i fucking said that

he dances, plays tennis and is one of their best players in, quiet possibly the whole country?

he’s in the top five

he helps out charity, he’s part of a frat, even raps sometimes for slams at this cafe?

yes u visited

But u kinda didnt like it

You did see his thing though, and snapped

it was good, but you much preferred him dancing, he seemed much more energtic

you go to him to the mv shoot

Holy fuck

He has wavy, light brown hair that shapes around his forehead in the shape of a heart, and a bright smile

Obviously he’s been drinking sprite

He has loose, green tie-dyed fashion pants

And a flower embroidered shirt that was half tucked in

he has brown sunglasses

Wow so handsome~

u gulp and he gently bounces

“well?!”

“Well, i think you look good, hobi”

He INSISTED you call him by his nickname

“Thanks! So, what do you think for the concept?”

“I think. . .i can do flowers, we are, i guess, in like a forest setting? What do you want?”

He looks at your eyes finally “sorry i did the thing where i zone out--”

“hobi. what do u want for ur mv”

“idk, i think whatever u think is good :)”

U pout because goddamn he’s cute

So u say fuck it and nod

You watch him dance

Around

Im not saying on im saying fucking

AROUND

Flowers

Barely brushing past them

Until at the last part of the video, where he “rises from he dead off the ground”

he lays back, and uses his core to bring him up all the way to his feet

On his human elevator ride up, he picks up a pretty piece of calandiva nearby him

And putting it near his jawline; he softly pants

yet smiles oh so sweetly at the camera

Okay that was kind hot

You leave a little quickly

and u cant get ur mind off of how

ADORABLE

his pout was

and just how talented he is????????

you’ve never been this whipped for a boy

especially since u dont rly trust men

U pull maybe two all nighters

With a small nap in between the days

dont do this or i will eat u okay

So ur like barely alive the next time you see him, and you sigh softly

“ok. . .done”

You go to his studio in his frat

which is just filled with stuffies

fluffly ones

and miniature collectible toys

You sit on the couch, resting your eyes as he watches

u drew a little horse characters besides him, dancing as well

whenever he smiled, the horse did too and did a flip, more intricate and detailed flowers popping out

At the end, the horse gently shrunk, and ran up to Hobi and kisses his cheek, and once he smiles

The horse fainted onto the flower, hearts fluttering over her

Just overall big uwu

and he couldnt believe how amazing it looked, especially in under

t w o d a y s

“y/n. . .i cannot thank you enough you really-,”

hoseok looked over to you

asleep

after maybe a nice 14 minute nap, you wake up to a small bounce of your body

and there is hobi

you in his huge, and very soft green hoodie

and your body very heavy in his arms, yet he still carried you all across campus back

back home

“hobi?”

you rub your eyes, pouting slightly

trying to see if this was a dream to the one of you doing flips with hoseok

and yes

yes he uwued

“Yeah? He asked quietly, gently sitting on a bench to collect yourself

and that he also wanted to see how cute you are waking up

“W-what did you think?”

“I thought it was wonderful, and how you did it in only two days? You’re so talented.”

“Mm. . .” you say quietly, exhaustion still covering you like a blanket

Hoseok chuckles and kisses your head, letting your eyes flutter

“ur so nice. . .hobi. . .i-i cant believe someone. . .a-as pretty as you. . .” your voice drifts off as you knock out

“I like u too, y/n” he only responds, letting you fall right back into his lap and stroking your hair

#bts jhope #bts fluff #bts fanfics #jhope #jung hoseok #hobi fluff #hoseok fluff #jhope fluff #bts imagines #kpop #kpop fan fiction #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Give you what you craving (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Title from Big Ole Freak by Megan Thee Stallion. For a friend of mine who I’m wishing the absolute best <3

Thank u thank u thank u Holtz for beta-ing <3 <3 <3 <3

DISCLAIMER: In this fic, Brooke calls Vanessa mommy in bed without any prior conversation. Don’t do that!!! Just because I let it slip here for the sake of the story doesn’t mean it’s okay in real life. FIC IS NOT A MODEL FOR REAL LIFE! In reality, before you call your partner by titles during sex, check with them to make sure it’s okay. Always make sure to check in with your partner consistently and frequently during sex!!!

“Vanjie? Vanj? Earth to Vanessa!”

Vanessa blinks, coming back to her surroundings just in time to see Asia waving her hand in front of her face, looking bemused.

“Is it just as good as last time she walked by?” Asia jokes, and Vanessa feels herself flush scarlet, her cheeks burning as she tries to think of a comeback.

She doesn’t have time to say anything to defend herself though, because their third cubicle-mate, Kameron, looks up from her computer screen, removing her earphones to grin over at her two friends.

“Was she checking out Brooke’s ass again?” Kam’s eyes are lit up with scandal and excitement, and Asia nods enthusiastically.

“Her tits, too, don’t think I didn’t see you craning to get an eyeful when you first heard her heels, Vanj.” Asia notes, and Kameron lets out a big whoop, one which Vanessa almost hits her for.

“Shut up!” Vanessa hisses. “Are you tryin’ to get us in trouble? We supposed to be working on processing those orders for that new cake-baking cookbook, not gossiping about something I most definitely absolutely was not doing. ”

“Sure, baby.” Kameron snorts, but nonetheless, she and Asia settle, turning back to their own desks to attend to their work. Or at least, Kameron and Asia do - Vanessa herself is, for whatever reasons, struggling to focus.

Reasons that have nothing at all to do with how Brooke walks by again a moment later, and how for a moment, Vanessa swears that she sees Brooke glance at her and smile.

“You could just talk to her, you know.” Kameron offers kindly, but Vanessa only grunts in response.

Vanessa’s a junior sales rep for the entire cookbook company, while Brooke is a copy editor for the baking section. They may not work together directly, but they’re still part of two different worlds–one world that’s just a hair away from being an intern, days spent in a flurry of spreadsheets and scutwork, versus another world that comes with a postgraduate degree and a great deal of respect. Brooke couldn’t possibly want anything to do with Vanessa, and pretending otherwise…

Well, Vanessa would be setting herself up for heartbreak, to say the least. She’s sure it would. So it’s better not to get her hopes up; better to just keep things neat and tidy, limit her fantasies to watching Brooke’s ass whenever she walks by and hoping that when she walks back, she might catch another glimpse at that shy, beautiful smile.

“Oh, come on, now, don’t be like that.” Asia scolds, turning back around. “Kam is right, you know. We have that employee mixer coming up, and God knows the woman finds every excuse she can to walk past us all hours of the goddamn day. Just talk to her, Vanj.”

Vanessa snorts, not bothering to look up from her computer. “What would I even say, bitch? ‘Hey, mama, you got a fine ass, lemme eat it?’”

But there’s no laughter that follows the joke, nor any advice to soothe over the genuine question behind it. Instead, there’s an uneasy beat of silence, during which Vanessa looks up and realizes–

Oh no.

Oh God.

Brooke’s standing at the entrance of Vanessa’s cubicle, clutching a manuscript and looking absolutely mortified.

“I’m–Oh, God, Brooke, I’m so sorry–” Vanessa starts, but it only seems to make things worse; Brooke flushes red, mumbles something about sending in some pages as a preview for a prospective client, and then rushes off, leaving stunned silence in her wake.

“Okay, so when I said talk to her, I didn’t mean like that–”

“Shut up, Asia.” Vanessa puts her head in her hands, hoping in vain that the floor will swallow her up and never spit her back out.

The rest of the afternoon goes by slowly, shakily–Vanessa can hardly focus, the moment of her embarrassment replaying over and over in her head without reprieve, interrupting any task she tries to take on. Every time she tries to open a new document, her eyes fall down to her desk and onto the manuscript Brooke left her. And every time she tries to open an email, Brooke’s name appears at the top of her alphabetically-organized contact list.

It’s only when Vanessa finally gets ready to leave for the evening that Brooke fades from her mind, the space that the blonde occupied instead taken over by a list of all the snacks she’s going to eat and the reality TV shows she’ll binge when she gets home. She waves good-bye to Asia and Kameron, about to shut off her computer and get going, when suddenly–

EMAIL FROM: Brooke Lynn Hytes

RE: convo from today

Hi Vanessa,

Meet me in my office in half an hour… I want to talk to you about what you said today.

Vanessa’s head spins, her heart stopping dead in her chest and body going cold.

Oh God. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. She’s going to be fired, she knows it–she’ll walk into Brooke’s office, HR will be sitting there to mediate, and she’ll be sent packing before she has a chance to contest the disciplinary action.

Vanessa’s about to write back, beg for forgiveness, or at least some other kind of recourse, when a second email comes through.

EMAIL FROM: Brooke Lynn Hytes

RE: Convo from today - oops

Hi Vanessa,

Just realized that makes it sound like im gonna fire you or something. Lol. Sorry about that. Can you just come by now? Easier to talk in person.

Sorry again.

XOXO,

Brooke Lynn Hytes

Vanessa can’t help but laugh a little to herself when she reads the text, her heart starting back up again and nerves dissipating a little. God, the fucking dork–maybe things will work out after all.

Maybe.

Probably not the way that Vanessa’s hoping for, though.

She scurries across the floor towards Brooke’s office, not bothering to return the waves and cheerful good nights! from coworkers as she passes. There’s only one thing on her mind at the moment–Brooke Lynn Hytes and her ass, and whatever she’s going to say to her.

Okay, three things, but it doesn’t matter. Because she’s outside Brooke’s office, and the door is open for her to walk through, and–

And Brooke is sitting at her desk, blushing and shifting nervously in her chair, gesturing for Vanessa to close the door.

“Brooke, I wanna say again, I’m—“

But Brooke cuts Vanessa off with a shake of her head and a kind smile.

“Did you—did you mean what you said?” Brooke stands up and walks towards Vanessa cautiously, slowly, her smile still gentle and gaze unwavering. “About wanting to rim me?”

Vanessa swallows hard, her heart pounding and mind racing. Brooke is close now, so close that if she reaches out, she could touch Vanessa, box her in against the door, do whatever she pleases with her—

“Yeah.” Vanessa admits breathlessly. Yeah I did.”

“Oh, thank God.” Brooke sighs, her shoulders relaxing and face smoothing out in relief. “I was afraid you were joking, and—“

But Brooke never gets a chance to finish that sentence, because before Vanessa can think about it, before she has a chance to stop herself, she’s leaning up and cupping Brooke’s face and pressing her lips to hers.

The kiss is electric, breathless and passionate enough to make Vanessa feel as if she’s floating, swept off her feet by Brooke’s lips, her sighs of pleasure when Vanessa tugs lightly on her bottom lip with her teeth. Brooke is gripping her tightly by the waist, pulling her flush against her body, and Vanessa is dizzy, held up only by the will to keep contact with the woman in front of her, entwined with her. She feels along Brooke’s back, down each curve and over every muscle, until finally, her hands sweep over the one thing she’s been drooling over for what seems like far too long.

Brooke moans, like really moans, when Vanessa’s hands reach her ass, and God, Vanessa would do anything to hear that sound again. She feels along the curve of Brooke’s ass, squeezing and kneading and listening for every little reaction, every repeated moan and little gasp.

“Keep–Oh, fuck, Vanessa, keep doing that.” Brooke separates from Vanessa, her eyes hooded and cheeks flushed, voice breathy with effort.

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Vanessa giggles, and Brooke does too, pulling Vanessa even closer, and sticking her ass out a little and before grinding back into Vanessa’s hand to meet her movements.

“This might sound weird,” Vanessa starts to propose, before she can second-guess it, “But can I…” she trails off, her hands suddenly freezing.

How in the hell is Vanessa supposed to ask a woman she’s barely worked with, who she barely even knows , realistically, to let her spank her?

“Can you what?” Brooke repeats, and Vanessa realizes with a sudden rush of embarrassment and doubt that she’s already gone too far to turn back.

“Can I spank you?”

Vanessa pulls away, expecting Brooke to look at her strangely, to balk at the suggestion. Ask her what’s wrong with her, or why she’d want that.

Instead, she giggles.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?” Brooke teases, and Vanessa blushes.

“I had to ask!” Vanessa gives Brooke a playful tap on her ass, rolling her eyes. “You telling me you’d rather I just popped your ass right then and there without no warning?”

Only, the way Brooke looks back at Vanessa in that second tells her pretty much exactly what she needs to know to answer that question.

“I think we oughta pick this up later.” Vanessa’s voice drops to almost a whisper, her hands clutching tighter at Brooke’s ass and stomach practically flip-flopping with glee and arousal when Brooke goes rigid, leans into Vanessa’s touch again. “Somewhere we can be private, so I can make that cute little ass nice and red.”

“I like the sound of that.” Brooke nods, and Vanessa answers by spanking her lightly again, grinning when Brooke lets out a soft, surprised oh!

“I gotta go home and feed my dog, but how ‘bout I’m over at eight?” Vanessa proposes.

“Sounds good.” Brooke smiles. “I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

Vanessa leans up and gives Brooke another quick kiss before turning on her heels, sauntering towards the door with a little extra swing in her step just to tempt the woman watching her walk away.

“Oh, and Brooke?” Vanessa turns around at the last second, only to see Brooke snap to attentively.

“Yeah?”

“Make sure you nice and prepped for me when I come. And whatever you do, don’t touch yourself before.”

Vanessa doesn’t wait for Brooke’s answer; she doesn’t need to.

She already knows that Brooke’s in the palm of her hand, and now she’s got to get home and get in the shower.

–

Vanessa knocks on Brooke’s door at 7:59 PM. Almost instantly, the door swings open and Vanessa feels her breath get knocked out of her body.

Brooke is a vision in satin and lace, dressed in a plain top with lace trim and a shiny, thin skirt that barely covers her ass, if it wasn’t for the identical lace trim that brings Vanessa’s eyes trailing downward to Brooke’s thighs, pale and toned and begging for Vanessa to grab them.

“You look beautiful.” It’s all Vanessa can think to say, but if the way Brooke’s eyes sparkle and her cheeks flush is any indication, it’s the right thing.

“I, um—Thanks.” Brooke brushes a piece of hair behind her ear, blushing deeper when Vanessa laughs fondly at the gesture. “Um, d’you wanna come in?”

“Absolutely.” Vanessa is already walking past Brooke when she stops to reach up and give the blonde a peck on her cheek.

“By the way,” Vanessa whispers, grasping at Brooke’s shirt with firm, eager fingers, “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

The gasp that Brooke lets out as she shivers at the words is in itself enough to switch any thinking part of Vanessa’s brain off, her body moving on adrenaline and instinct as she practically drags Brooke towards the bedroom.

This time when they kiss, it’s slow, less frantic, less desperate. They take their time, exploring each other as they embrace, Brooke’s hands tracing Vanessa’s body slowly and carefully in a way that leaves goosebumps in their wake.

It’s only when Brooke lays her hands on Vanessa’s ass that a sharp arousal shoots between Vanessa’s legs, and enough is enough.

“Get on the bed.” Vanessa grabs Brooke’s arms and pushes them off of her body, holding firm despite how Brooke tries to bring her hands back onto Vanessa, tries again to grab and feel her. Seeing how her efforts are futile, Brooke whines, tries to lean down to distract Vanessa with another kiss, but Vanessa won’t have it; not now, when her heart is in her throat and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second.

“No, baby.” Vanessa grabs Brooke’s ass and squeezes hard, using the single moment when Brooke is caught off-guard to walk them backwards until Brooke’s knees are hitting against the edge of her bed. “I said get on the bed, now .”

Brooke whines stubbornly but obeys, grabbing onto Vanessa’s shirt and pulling her down on top of her as she goes.

“Eager beaver.” Vanessa rolls her eyes as she picks herself up, kneeling over Brooke to box her in with a knee on either side of her hips, a hand on either side of her head.

Brooke only sticks out her tongue, and Vanessa can’t resist leaning down to kiss her again, nipping at her bottom lip and smirking at the soft, surprised squeak that she lets out in response. Vanessa keeps going, kissing along Brooke’s jaw, down her neck, nibbling and licking and sucking experimentally as she pays attention to what makes Brooke tick.

It’s adorable how responsive Brooke is, how quickly her bratty demeanor fades when Vanessa pins once-again wandering hands down onto the mattress and sucks hard at her collarbone. How she moans and gasps and squirms like she’s being touched for the first time in years, an appetite whet after laying dormant for just a little too long.

“Lift up for me.” Vanessa prompts, tapping Brooke on the side, and Brooke sits up long enough for Vanessa to pull her shirt over her head, revealing the smooth, soft skin underneath.

“Really?” Vanessa smirks, tracing her hand over Brooke’s bare breasts, her nipples already hardened against the room’s cold air.

“Why wait?” Brooke shrugs, “We would’ve taken it off anyway.”

“So does that mean you’re not wearing panties, either?” Vanessa lazily traces over Brooke’s tits, circling and flicking her nipples as she lets her eyes trail down to the waistband of her skirt and the promise that it holds underneath it.

“Why don’t you check?” Brooke’s voice is laced with challenge, her face almost smug as she stares up at Vanessa, waiting for her to make good on the offer.

And so Vanessa does, and doesn’t regret it.

Brooke’s wearing panties, alright—ones that are white, made of thin fabric that Vanessa can practically see through and trimmed with lace on the waistband and leg holes. It’s tantalizing, how pure they look, how they contrast with Brooke’s mussed hair and hickey-bruised skin, and Vanessa almost wishes Brooke could keep them on.

“Like what you see?” Brooke grins, and Vanessa has to hand it to her—the bitch knows what she’s doing, she really does.

Fortunately, so does Vanessa, and so she knows exactly how to handle the situation.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Vanessa breathes, kissing the nape of Brooke’s neck again, barely-there pecks that make Brooke squirm underneath her.

Excellent.

“Now how about you show me the view from the back, baby girl?” She lifts off of Brooke just long enough to trace a finger along the waistband of Brooke’s panties, watching with satisfaction as Brooke shivers at her touch.

“Yes, mommy.” Brooke gasps as Vanessa moves to cup her through her panties, pressing down just a little so she can feel Brooke’s slick soaking through them.

“Mommy kink too?” Vanessa can’t resist teasing a little as she finally brings her hand away, shuffling back to give Brooke room to reposition herself. “Damn, Miss Hytes, you a freak.”

Brooke blushes deeply. “I—I’m sorry, it just kind of slipped out, usually I talk to people before I do that—“

Vanessa swallows the rest of Brooke’s ramblings into a deep, affectionate kiss, one that makes Brooke soften enough that Vanessa can ease her back onto the bed again.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten.” Vanessa winks, her heart warming when Brooke beams. “Now, turn over for mommy, I wanna play with that pretty little ass already.”

Brooke flips over happy, eagerly lifting her ass off the mattress just a little and wiggling it in excitement.

It’s too hard to resist; Vanessa brings a hand down over one of Brooke’s cheeks, just hard enough to elicit a small squeak from the woman in front of her.

“What?” Vanessa cocks a brow when Brooke looks back and pouts at her. “You tellin’ me you really ain’t expect that, tryna tempt me like that?” As if to make her point, she lands another smack on Brooke’s opposite cheek, and Brooke melts, letting out a sharp exhale and wiggling a little again when Vanessa pulls back, almost as if she’s trying to ask for more.

“Uh-uhn, baby.” Vanessa shakes her head, crossing her arms in front of her. “You gotta use your words this time, or mommy’s not gonna do nothing to you.”

“Please, mommy.” Brooke whimpers in response, eyes wide and pleading. “Spank me more, please?”

“Of course, angel.” Vanessa coos, a calm sweetness before the storm she knows she’s about to unleash.

The next time Brooke squirms, Vanessa lets her spankings rain down, a flurry of impacts that make Brooke’s ass glow with a mesmerizing shade of red. Brooke, for her part, seemed to only take every slap in stride, moaning sinfully and begging for more, more, more.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” Vanessa chuckles when she feels the sting of her hits even on her own palm, instead beginning rub soft, soothing circles along the now-heated skin of Brooke’s ass. “Now what do you say?”

“Thank you, mommy.” Brooke sighs contentedly, melting into Vanessa’s gentle touch.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

They stay like that for a few moments more, quietly enjoying each other, but then Vanessa’s own needs become too much to ignore–arousal is curling in her stomach, snaking between her legs, building up again until she feels like she might explode. She’s about to ask if Brooke is okay, suggest moving things along again, when Brooke speaks up suddenly, beating her to it.

“So… You gonna take my panties off now?” Brooke grins slyly, and Vanessa can’t help but laugh.

“So impatient.” Vanessa teases, but nonetheless moves back near Brooke, tapping her hip to signal her to lift up so that she can ease down her panties, noting with satisfaction the slick, soaked spot that sticks just a moment longer to Brooke than the rest of the fabric, just a little slow in being peeled away.

“Beautiful.” Vanessa breathes it out without thinking, the word rolling off her tongue because it can’t stay in, not with Brooke looking like that, laying bare for her like that. Vulnerable and delicate, all hers to enjoy, if only for the night (but God, what a night). At that moment, nothing else is in Vanessa’s mind except the curve of Brooke’s back and the way her hair splays across it, the flush of her cheeks and how they match the shade of her ass. Her smile, eager and warm and already a little blissed, like she knows she’s safe when she’s with Vanessa.

“You want my mouth or my fingers, or you got a strap?” Vanessa whispers, and God, Brooke’s eyes have never looked as beautiful as they have in that moment, when they look up at Vanessa and sparkle, her pupils wide and lids hooded.

“Mouth please, mommy.”

Brooke doesn’t need to ask twice. Vanessa kisses her way down Brooke’s body again, this time slowly, not teasingly but instead with devotion, her lips carrying admiration for every inch of skin they land on. Apparently, the message gets across, because Brooke seems to relax more with every kiss, her body melting into the mattress, sighing softly every time Vanessa’s mouth touches her skin.

“You ready, angel?” Vanessa pushes Brooke’s cheeks together, kneading them gently while she checks in, and Brooke nods.

“Please, mommy.” Brooke begs quietly, and Vanessa smiles, leaving one last kiss on the peak of Brooke’s tailbone before finally spreading her cheeks apart. She takes her time, licking around Brooke’s hole with short strokes, just the tip of her tongue, to find out what makes Brooke tick. She finds quickly that Brooke likes when Vanessa licks closer to Brooke’s entrance, honing in on one spot temporarily just to put her on edge. She shifts her position, brushes against Brooke’s perineum with the tips of her fingers, and Brooke goes rigid, lets out a sinful moan.

“Please, oh fuck, please, Ness, keep doing that.” Brooke trembles as Vanessa repeats the motion, timing it with a broad stroke of her tongue up Brooke’s crack. So she does, over and over, alternating with swirls around Brooke’s holes and little short darts into it, until Brooke is babbling and whimpering, a moaning mess underneath her that just can’t stay still.

“Come on, baby girl, come for me, I know you can do it.” Vanessa growls, continuing her ministrations. “Let me see you come for mommy, wanna see you lookin’ so pretty and fucked out for me…”

It’s as if the words are exactly what Brooke needed to tip her over the edge; without so much as a moment passing after the words leave Vanessa’s lips, Brooke goes rigid again, her cries cut off into a silent scream that ends with a final fuck before she relaxes again, panting and spent.

“Shit.” Brooke laughs breathlessly as Vanessa comes up from her place at the foot of the bed to snuggle at Brooke’s side, nestling into her arms. “That was amazing , Ness. Thank you.”

“No problem, baby.” Vanessa feels pride balloon in her chest at the words, but even that is secondary to the feeling of seeing Brooke’s smile, the renewed energy in her eyes even as she lays limp and sated, holding onto Vanessa like some sort of teddy bear.

It’s all she’s wanted, really–all she’s been after. Not just Brooke’s ass, or her body, or the way she walks and steals looks at Vanessa at the office.

Just for Brooke to look at her, really look at her. Smile at her. Thank her for something that isn’t work-related. See her not as Vanessa Mateo from distribution, but as Vanessa herself, as Vanessa wants her to see her.

“Vanessa?” Brooke pipes up again, snapping Vanessa out of her contented daze.

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted me to return the favour.” Brooke doesn’t seem to mind Vanessa’s temporary absence; if anything, she seems entertained by it, the shadow of a smile on her face.

But as kind as the offer is, Vanessa just shakes her head. “Nah, baby, I’m good for now. Unless…” she stops, biting her lip as her heart kicks up a bit, squeezing its way into her throat as she contemplates her next move.

It’s a risk–Brooke might very well say no, might very well want to keep their relationship to what it currently is.

But if how they’ve wound up here together is any indication, then it’s worth a shot.

“Unless?” Brooke prompts, and Vanessa takes a deep breath, shoving any doubt out of her mind.

“Maybe you could take me out for a date, and we could see what happens?”

Much to Vanessa’s relief, Brooke doesn’t even skip a beat when she answers, a wide grin spreading across her face.

“I would love nothing more.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #writworm42 #tw mommy kink

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thecozywhaleshark · 5 years ago

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Pocket GOT7

A/n: Hello my friends. I have been doing research, and with the help of the lovely @lvupmushroom taking the time to explain every member to me while I did so, I present to you, Pocket GOT7. Enjoy!

As a reminder, please keep in mind that every Pocket is about the size of a mouse (3-4 inches in height) and must be protected at all costs. Thank you for your time.

ALSO BECAUSE IM NEW I FORGOT ‘JUST RIGHT’ WAS THEM AS POCKETS AND IM STOKED BC I CAN DO THIS:

JB:

quiet, serious pocket

a lot of the time you won’t even know he’s there until you look over and he’s just quietly watching

likes to chill and sit on the couch with you whenever he can

once he’s comfortable with you can get goofy

has the sweetest shyest smile and you spend a lot of time trying to get it to come out

throws random temper tantrums but cools off quickly

constantly claims he is “not cute” and gets flustered when you call him so

very honest

tells you everything you could ever want to know about him and then some

...to the point where sometimes you have to go “JB baby... mommy doesn’t want to know that.”

loves the kitty cats

makes grabby hands at them from his pocket whenever he sees one and meows at them

will want to hug it if given the chance

Mark:

giggly pocket

athletic

loves games, inside ones and out

can get frustrated easily playing them though

also can get frustrated at everyday things

he once yelled at the toaster for burning his toast

pouted the rest of the day

a bit of a forgetful pocket

at least once a day will walk into the room or bug you to tell you something but then forget what he was going to say

tries to dance but forgets all the moves and makes his own

laughs at himself when he forgets because he’s used to it

always trying to make you laugh with his antics

if he’s not giggly you know he’s having a bad day

likes to doodle random words and put them together to make new ones and phrases

will come up to you like “I want a neep.” and you’re like “what?” and he proudly tells you he’s combined ‘sleep’ with ‘nap’ to create ‘neep’ and isn’t ‘neep’ a much better word?

makes random noises from his pocket to see if people will notice him and then duck to hide so they don't see him

Jackson:

so LOUD

so energetic

the house will never be quiet

I mean, for 15 minutes maybe, but then he’ll be talking again

is the biggest momma’s boy

expect him to be talking to you all the time and wanting to be with you 24/7

super determined - if he wants something, neither hell nor high water will keep it from him

especially if that thing is a snicky snack

very creative - builds the longest ladders and devices to climb to where he wants to be

tries out his best pick up lines on you

usually they don’t even make sense

when he learned how to wink he did it so often that you thought he was having a seizure

his entire face will turn red if you wink back

if you’re out and about and someone accidentally touches you he will scream “NO TOUCH MOMMA!” and glare until they are no longer within his line of sight

if it’s a date will puff up his chest and maybe try to stomp on their foot

does not like to be confined to pocket usually but will insist if you’re out in public

likes to see if he can lift things just to throw them as far as he can

super giggly - will be laughing when you put him to bed and giggling until he falls asleep... but have fun trying to wake him up in the morning

BamBam:

very smiley

laughs a lot

l o u d

waves at everyone from his pocket or sometimes doesn’t wave at all if he’s feeling ‘cool’ that day

wants everyone to see what he’s wearing and tell him he looks cool

totally keeps glitter or confetti in his pocket to throw at the people who compliment him

another one who wants to match with you and will ask for the barbie clothes

sarcastic little bugger

wants one of those green wind and click cameras so he can take his own photos

is also constantly telling you to take photos - of landscapes, of the sunset, of him doing random things

just loves loves loves photos

says what's on his mind

like it can be completely silent and he’ll just be like “do elephants have toes like camels do or do they just have one toe...is their whole foot a toe” and you’re confused a lot but it’s entertaining

Jinyoung:

the sweetest pocket you’ve ever met

very quiet

likes to look put together

likes little button down shirts

a shy bean

peaks his head out from his pocket and blushes when people look at him

likes it when you read to him

likes to pick out all the books at the library

will also read to you

will want to talk about all his books with you

you have many cuddly movie nights in

will have an entire star-wars marathon with you

asks for cosplay costumes in mini so he can wear them around the house

totally has one of those superman onesies with the cape

wears it all the time, only takes it off when you make him so you can wash it

very salty and petty - if you wrong him he’ll stay silent but bring it up months later

loves cotton candy - calls it the ‘pink cloud snack’

YoungJae:

nerdy pocket

gushes to you over all his favorite things

has a lego collection

has built his own little lego house -with your help- that he likes to spend time in and be all in his own little world

sings to himself

loves to laugh

laughs at everything - when you smile at him, when something falls over, if he trips and falls on his face... you name it he’s laughing

smiles and waves at everyone from his pocket, giggles if they wave back

a sneak

will be constantly trying to play pranks on you

but will often give himself away because he just can't help laughing and giving away his position

his favorite stuffed animal is a puppy that he likes to pull to your bed and sleep on top of next to you

Yugyeom:

the pocket that’s always dancing

has a habit of dancing as he walks, spinning and getting himself dizzy, giggling when he almost runs into things

another loud one

will be ecstatic if you give him a playdate with pocket BamBam but expect it to be chaos and screaming

always wants chocolate milk or a chocolate milkshake

if he sees any Wendy’s or Gas-Station in the car he is yelling “ICED CHOCO ICED CHOCO MAMMA ICED CHOCO!” and pointing violently at the window

he drinks so much of it you have to limit his intake

very playful and teasing

will always want to play

even when you’re tired

never wants down time

bounces in his pocket, you’ll have to remind him to stay still and not fall out

~~~

Tag List: @zerotexas1975 @restfromthestreets @tangledsparkles @purpletigertaetae @ruinedbyjin @jedi-cat-6

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years ago

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on the fourth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ p u b l i c s e x ]

>>JAEHYUN

>>warning/s: mutual masturbation, pool/hot tub sex to relive devoted, unprotected sex (oh wow im so lazy to write about rolling a condom on—USE PROTECTION PEOPLE—but this is devoted au so y’all should have seen it coming *winkwonk* and also theyre in a tub—how even)

a/n: consider this a side story to devoted 2

You and Jaehyun were in need of a vacation. The stress from work and planning out a wedding had been taking it’s toll on both of you that sex at home—where you’re still susceptible to accepting calls from whoever—is proving to be a nuisance. Although there would be no problem whatsoever with booking tickets to wherever you wanted for a quick getaway, you didn’t think it would be worth the jetlag.

So his parents proposed to stay at the casino’s hotel for a few nights; a staycation.

Up until now, you’ve never been at their casino. Jaehyun’s already told you about the other amenities surrounding it; the indoor strip mall, hotels, spas, a nightclub, and such. It didn’t pique your interest enough to go, but you are still curious about seeing the place.

On Thursday night, you and Jaehyun sent out texts to important people that neither of you will be available from Friday morning until Sunday night. Almost immediately, Jaehyun’s phone blew up with last minute calls for work and you wanted to laugh at the exasperated look on his face.

Come Friday morning, after you’ve packed your bags for the three-day stay and putting your phones on silent and ‘do not disturb’ mode, Jaehyun drives you to the casino.

At the sight of the cherry red lamborghini and plate number, the security team manning the parking entrance all stood erect and bowed as Jaehyun rolls up to them before proceeding to check his car (with utmost care) as protocol.

After parking and grabbing your bags, you go through another set of security measures; who also bowed at the realization of who Jaehyun was. A hotel staff greets you and offers to carry your bags, leading you towards the elevators. She scans a keycard below the row of floor buttons before pressing the one that stated ‘P’ which you guessed stood for penthouse.

“Shall we serve breakfast, sir?” She asks, to which Jaehyun declines, opting for lunch to be delivered instead.”

It takes no more than a minute for the elevator to travel seventeen floors before opening up to the penthouse. Jaehyun leads you out to a small square room with wall-to-wall marble counter on one side and a large painting on the other. Across the elevator was an ebony double door with the casino’s trademark logo carved in between them.

“Your elevator keycards, sir Jaehyun.” The hotel staff hands him three credit card sized keycards, “Meals will be left on the counter as to not to disturb you. If you need anything, the service phone is right by the door. We hope you enjoy your stay, sir, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You and Jaehyun said in unison, turning around as the elevator doors closed. While Jaehyun scans a keycard on the device attached above the doorknobs, you let you gaze wander towards the painting.

You gasp, stepping backwards when you realize what it was.

“Mom bought it from your department.”

“This was a project—a plate! How could she have bought this from them?”

Jaehyun shrugs, “Technically, she offered to donate to your program and the department chairperson wanted to make a plaque with her name, she denied and requested a work of yours instead.”

The painting was your interpretation of Gaia and although it wasn’t your best plate submitted, it was your favorite.

“And you never bothered telling me?” You shoot him a pointed glare, crossing your arms.

He steps forward to kiss your forehead, “Mom wanted you to see it for yourself. Come on, let’s see the room.”

With your bags in tow while holding each other’s hands, you step past the door and your jaw drops at the scenery. The entire living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that gave a clear view of the bustling city below and the clear skies above. There was a black leather couch with matching arm chairs that had white, silky pillows perched on top across it, sandwiching a low glass coffee table with a fresh boquet of sunflowers decorating it. The maroon fur rug beneath the furniture was a beautiful contrast to the ivory marble floors and complemented the other decorative pieces in the room.

There was an open dining area to the right; just an island counter with high chairs, a mini fridge, coffee maker, and a tea set on a tray.

Jaehyun tugs you towards the left, eyes glinting mischievously as he opens guides you up the short set of stairs that circled around the waiting area outside the elevator and reveals a vast bedroom. The second floor of the loft had a 180 degree view of the surrounding area, sporting the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room. The king sized bed had a gray, velvet duvet with neatly rolled towels and a small notecard that read “We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Unlike the living room, the carpet beneath the bed was in rich, navy blue hue. There were small square nightstands on either side of the bed with tall floor lamps and a 30” inch flat screen smart TV was mounted on the wall across the bed.

“So what do you want to so first?” Jaehyun cheekily asks, placing his hands on your waist and nuzzling the side of your face with his nose.

“Seeing as how you brought me up immediately to the bedroom, I think you’d want to do something in here first.” You eye him, knowingly.

“It’s merely a suggestion, babe.” He grins; dimples and all. “We can check out the pool.”

“Oh, no. We can do that later. Now that I think about it, right now is a great time to give you your gift.”

He pouts at you, “Gift?”

You step back from him, running your hands on his arms. “You know that lingerie set you haven’t seen on me yet?”

His eyes darken at the memory, “You’re wearing it?”

Biting your lips, you shrug your shoulders, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Jaehyun smirks, pulling you closer by your hips before moving his hands to the front of your black dress; one you had purposefully wore since it hugged your body right with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates your cleavage. But you especially chose this tube dress because of the row of buttons that closed the tight cloth around your body that he had to pop open one by one to get it off you.

“You’re such a tease.” He breathes, chuckling lowly as he works on the third button, already eyeing the champagne colored lace that peeked through.

“You love it, though.”

He cocks his head to the side in agreement, tipping forward to kiss your neck.

You sigh, from how his lips sucked purple flowers on your skin to how his fingers sparked against your body when it slips into the dress when he unbuttoned it halfway.

As he continues to open your dress, he dips his head lower down your body; tongue grazing the edge of your lace bandeau.

When his nose breathes into the valley between your breasts and your fingers lace through his tresses, he finally pops the final button of your dress; peeling the cloth of your body and letting it pool by your ankles.

He steps back to admire the lingerie on your body, dragging his eyes down to every intricate detail of the skimpy set with an appreciative lick of his lips. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show this to me, baby. It looks good on you.”

You let him spin you, noticing how he slows you down when your back is turned to him; knowing his gaze was set on the thong. “I don’t know… in comparison to this carpet, I think it’ll pop out more against it.”

“You think so?” Jaehyun pulls you closer again, snaking a hand from your hips to your back, fingers unhooking your bra.

“I know so.”

The first day of your staycation at the casino hotel was… like you never left home; well, your bedroom. Not that you were complaining when Jaehyun took you for a second time after eating the lunch sent up by the staff, or when he ate you out on the leather couch, or when you rode him halfway up the stairs, or even when he pressed you up against the cold window for the whole city to see had your floor been closer to the ground.

You couldn’t complain and not that you would because even though your body was sore—it was sore in the most absolute delicious way possible.

Jaehyun promises to take you around the building when you woke up, helping you off the bed when your lower body still ached.

You shared breakfast of western foods together; a bowl of fruit, bacon with eggs and toast, and cups of brewed coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“You said there was a pool?” You gulp down the glass of juice and wipe your lips with a napkin.

“On the third floor, I think. Are you going to go for a swim?”

“It’ll be a nice way to stretch my muscles. Don’t you ever miss playing basketball?”

He shrugs, “It was a nice past time; a great way to get in shape, you know, exercise. Don’t need much of that now.”

You laugh, sliding off your seat and hovering behind him, “Oh, well, of course, not when you’re dicking me down when you have the chance.”

He swivels his chair around and leans back against the granite counter, crossing his arms. “Do you want me to stop?”

The grin on your face falls, “No!”

At your reaction, he bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes. He cups your face, “I’m marrying a nympho.”

“Perfect for a sex addict.” You snap back at him.

In the next hour of avoiding his advances and changing into proper clothes with swimwear beneath them, you finally coax Jaehyun out of the room to join you at the pool.

At the third floor, the gym greeted you once you step out of the elevator. A few buff men were by the weights and a couple sharing earphones as they ran on the treadmills.

A little sign on the glass directed you to the pools and you excitedly drag Jaehyun by his hand towards them.

“You’re like a child.” He comments, a hearty chuckle bubbling from his chest.

You ignore him, pushing past the double glass doors to marvel at the olymic sized pool. Three kiddie pools were at the end of the main pool and sets of private jacuzzis with their own sheer curtains were lined along the walls.

There was a mom watching her kids by the kiddie pool and a few teens swam in the main pool. Only one of the multiple jacuzzis were occupied—by a group of ladies sipping on cocktails.

Jaehyun’s eye turned dark when you peel your floral sundress off your body to reveal the ruby red bikini beneath it.

“Relax,” You scoff, tossing your dress to the nearest lounge chair, “The males here are, I’m guessing: maybe 8 and 10? And the teen is probably 16… 17 tops. If anything, I should be jealous because there are more women here.”

He sighs, following your glance towards the group of women, who turned their attention towards him.

You smile at him, jabbing a finger on his chest and trailing it downward. “Show them what’s mine—the child-friendly version, of course.”

With a smirk, he pulls his shirt overhead and you had to look the opposite side of where the women were to roll your eyes when they “ooh’d” at the sight of your fiancé’s body. Like you, he tosses his shirt onto the lounge chair with your dress. “I don’t think their reactions make this child-friendly.”

After tiptoeing to peck his lips, you spin on your heels and dived head first into the water; emerging a good distance away from where you entered. You gasped for air, smiling and feeling giddy to be in water again as you push your locks back and wipe the excess water off your face.

You turn back to Jaehyun, who has an amused expression on his face. “What? Get in already.”

“You always look so happy when you’re in water.” He squats down, dipping his hand in the pool and swirling it around.

“I just love to swim.” You move closer to him until he places his hand on your face and you lean in into his touch.

Without a second thought or any warning, you pull him into water and left no time for him to even make a noise except brace himself as he enters the pool. You’re laughing when he resurfaced; only to gasp when he tries to grab you.

“Come here!” He tries to say in a threatening voice, but anyone can hear the chuckle he’s trying to conceal.

You swim away, expertly kicking your feet to propel yourself away from him; leaving him to follow you to the best of his abilities.

When he has you cornered, you’re forced to splash water on his face repeatedly until he gives up, laughing. “Alright! Alright! Okay, water is your turf! I concede!”

You cease your attack, giggling when you swam into his arms. You flinch at the hardness pressed against your stomach and harshly whispered, “Jae! We’re in public!”

“That didn’t stop you from playing footsie last time, hm? We were with our parents—these are strangers, baby, they can mind their own business.”

“There are children and this is your parents’ hotel—yours. You can’t be serious.”

He snorts, “I’m only teasing. You can’t be the only one allowed to do that. Besides, these are sperm-free waters, [Y/N].”

You’re laughing again, shaking your head in disbelief as you splash his face with water once more.

After a while of swimming around, you both transferred to one of the jacuzzis; moaning at the warmth and the soft bubbling of the water.

As you settle in, another hotel staff approaches you and asks through the ample opening of the curtains. “Would you like any cocktails, sir, ma’am?”

“I’m good,” You avoid his eyes out of habit and turn to Jaehyun, “You?”

He shakes his head at the staff, “No, thank you.”

The boy smiles, bowing at the two of you before attending to the group of women who beckoned for him.

“This is nice.” You sigh, rolling your shoulders back.

“Do you want to have our bathtub exchanged to a jacuzzi?”

“Not that.” You scoff, “I meant this,” You motioned between your bodies, “Us, relaxing. Honestly, Jae, in the three years since we’ve graduated, have we ever actually taken a break from everything? All we’ve done is work.”

He gestures for you to scoot closer to him and when you did, he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “I feel like it’s my fault. All the trainings, seminars, and meetings I had to attend.”

“I can’t blame you, Jae. You’re inheriting a multi-billion business. It’s understandable that they’re training you hard for it.”

He can only offer you a sad smile before both your attentions were captured by the sound of children laughing; the family that had been swimming at the kiddie pool are finally leaving the area with their mother. Tall man greets them by the door, and by the looks of it is their father. The shrill giggles of the kids as they throw their arms around their father’s legs warms your heart and the way he kisses his wife—with the loud protest and sounds of disgust from their children—makes you smile.

“Have you thought about how many you want?” Jaehyun whispers, also amused at the children’s antics with one another.

“Three is a good number, no?”

He kisses your cheek, “I want one named after you; a precious little girl with your eyes and nose.”

“With your lips and dimples—oh, let’s stop talking about this, it’s making me impatient.”

“Who says we have to wait?” His other hand disappears under the bubbling water and you gasp when he palms your crotch, “I specifically remember my parents asking for a grandchild before we even moved in together.”

You looked around in panic; the teens that had been in the main pool seem to have occupied their own jacuzzi and the group of women’s booth were far away enough from yours that the sheer curtains of the several booths in between yours were practically opaque if they were to look over. “Really? Here?”

“Why not?” He hums, kissing your shoulder. “No one can see and if we keep quiet, no one will hear. I just wanna touch you, baby, that’s it.”

Finally relenting after a good minute, successfully coaxed by how his fingers prodded your pussy through your bikini, you part your legs, resting one on top of his knee.

“Good girl.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear and sending goosebumps to your skin despite the low temperature of the water.

Jaehyun angles his body towards you to get a better control at how his hand touches you. He pulls your bikini panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of you, slowly dragging them back out.

Continuing this, he sighs at how you tighten around his fingers; slipping in a third just to get a better grip on you as he palms your clit.

Your mouth is dropped open, leaning your forehead against his as all this happens. With nothing to hold on, you bring your closer hand to his lap; slipping into his trunks and seizing his erection into your palm.

He stares at you, almost as if he was challenging you.

At the first quiet moan you let out when a finger deep within you presses against you walls to look for the special spot, you twist your wrist around the base of his cock and begin to pump him.

Jaehyun lets out the softest groan when you bring your palm over the tip and grind onto it.

His fingers finally find your sweet spot, just barely grazing it but still sent your legs shutting and trapping his hand between them.

“Jae,” You breathed, “I don’t think touching me is gonna be enough.”

He grasps your core a tighter, giving you a little shake that send tsunami waves of pleasure into your system. “I was thinking the same thing. Ride me, baby.”

Wasting no time, you straddle him and let his cock enter you in one effortless motion. Your arms are around his shoulder, looking for purchase before you move; rocking your hips against his. Jaehyun has one hand on your ass, guiding the pace, and the other kneading your breast, gently biting down the hardened nub that poke through the red swimsuit.

“Oh, Jae, I—” You whimper and he hushes you, roughly grabbing your butt cheek.

“I know, baby, I know—me, too. I’m close, too.”

A couple of ladies from the other group suddenly separated from them, loudly chatting about something neither of you cared for; and, even though you didn’t want to, you tried to stop. “Wait, Jae.”

“No, baby, it’s okay. Let them pass—and if we get caught, let them watch.”

The idea of being caught sparked unexplainable excitement coursing through your veins, fueling your hips to move and chase after your orgasm.

A gasp resonates behind you and a scandalized “Oh my!” followed after it and you don’t know if they made any other noise to react because you’re seeing stars at how tightly shut your eyes are as you come, shaking uncontrollably in Jaehyun’s hold.

He comes immediately after you with a pained grunt, lacing your walls with hot semen. Your hands are on his face, cupping his jaw to cover his identity.

Through both your labored breaths, you hear one of the ladies complain, “I can’t even get through 5 minutes of being on top without my back aching!”

The ladies seem to continue on their way out, still loudly chatting—but this time about their previous sex lives.

You share a look with Jaehyun before both of you burst into a fit of giggles; like you were a couple of high schoolers messing around.

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #kinkmas2018

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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hi !! so ik ur requests r currently closed and im not rlly sure if this counts as a request or not ??? but um basically i have to give a class presentation tmr and it's been a long time of since ive last done that (about a year) so im really really nervous and my stomach is all in knots just thinking about it so would it be okay if u wrote something small abt suna or akaashi js comforting me? 🥺 if not that's okay u can js ignore this but thank u anyway <33

hi my love! i only just got around to seeing and answering this so i’m not sure if you’ve already done the presentation or not, but i’ll write this for you anyways! if you haven’t done it yet, i hope it goes well. and if you have, i hope you did amazing.

you’re not sure why you’re shivering, it’s really not even that cold in your room, but you are, and you’re shivering badly. another chill rides up your spine and you tremble terribly for a moment, before you sigh, deflating.

“did a ghost just possess you?” after around an hour of complete silence from him, suna finally makes his presence known, and naturally, it’s with a snarky remark. you resist rolling your eyes, and you spin in your chair, fixing him with a deadpan stare. he’s clad in a simple shirt and sweatpants— so were you really just irrationally cold?

maybe suna’s heartless.

that’s more believable.

“stop staring at me like that,” he gasps, eyes narrowing with feigned suspicion. “i’m sure i’ve made a lot of spirits angry and i’m not sure which one’s using you right now.”

you scoff angrily, grabbing at the nearest object to you and flinging it at him. “you’re an asshole,” you say. it’s a calculator. the bastard catches it. “a useless asshole.”

suna settles the calculator on your bed to his side, a hand rising to his chest where his hard resides, groaning weakly. “a shot right to the heart,” he dramatically replies, and exasperated as ever, you sigh, sinking into your chair, a permanent frown on your face as you cross your arms over your chest. at your lack of response, and at the sight of you, suna lifts himself up, resting on his elbow as he observes you carefully. “what’s wrong with you?”

you sigh, deeply.

he rolls his eyes. “helpful,” he sarcastically remarks. “and i’m the useless asshole.”

“rin,” you warn, settling even lower on the chair that any further will surely have you slipping and falling off. as you think of all the work you have to do, and the fact that there’s still tomorrow to go through, you sigh again, and think that falling off this chair wouldn’t be so bad.

slowly, suna sits up properly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, shuffling closer, before he outstretches an arm, reaching out to you. you don’t move an inch, even as he sighs and attempts to beckon you over again. when he figures out you’re not planning on moving at all, he groans as he stands up, grabs your ankle, and pulls at you. you just barely manage to grab onto the chair as he pulls you forward, preventing your fall.

as he sits back on the bed, he spreads his legs a little, leaving space for you in between. the hand wrapped around your ankle settles your foot on the edge of the bed, right between his legs, bringing the other one right next to it. when both feet are on the bed, his hands begin to rub soothing circles on your ankles and calves.

“so,” he starts, giving it at another attempt. “what’s wrong with you?”

“i have anxiety, rin,” you whine, elbows resting on your knees, hands cupping your face.

his hands knead harder into your skin, reassuring, relaxing, as he stares up at you through half lidded eyes. “you have anxiety,” he wonders, “or does anxiety have you?”

where’s that damn calculator again?

“so deep.”

he laughs, and it’s sweet, genuine, musical. it’s the kind of laugh that serves as cold ice water down your shirt or a slap to your face, a positive, much needed reminder. i love you, he’d said one day, stop trying to shoulder all your burdens alone. that’s what i’m here for. rely on me. trust me.

trust me.

so you do.

“can you tell me that it’s all gonna be okay?” you ask, your voice considerably smaller than when it had been bickering with him. “that everything passes eventually and that i’m in control, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

his hands freeze momentarily, his gaze fixated on them, before he eases up, breathes steadily, and massages at your skin again. “it’s all gonna be okay, bunny. everything passes eventually,” he repeats after you. his hands travel a little higher, and he leans closer, lips hovering by your shins, up to your knees, where he presses gentle kisses on either one.

his eyes meet yours when he concludes, “you’re in control, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

he presses another kiss, firmer this time. “and,” he adds softly, head lifting up to rest his chin where your knees meet in between. “i love you.”

you finally exhale, and at that, he smiles softly.

“i love you too.”

his hands tighten directly beneath your knees, and he pulls you in, the chair rolling quickly as he settles your legs on either side of him, pulling you closer to him until you sit right on top of his lap, the chair disregarded. easily, mindlessly, your arms wrap around his neck, lazily resting there, as he knocks his nose against yours. “i know,” he responds, before kissing you, slowly, slowly, slowly. as if you have all the time in the world.

because you have all the time in the world.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu comfort #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna fluff #suna comfort #suna rintaro fluff #sal's fluff tag <3

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jungshookz · 6 years ago

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idk if you accept requests or not but if you do can u make an au where ot7 nd yn live together nd like all of them love each other so much but platonically????? also idk the shits they do on daily basis ??? if you dont then its okay jus wanna drop by nd say im so in love with your works ily💞💞

❄️ pairing: ot7 x reader

❄️ genre: nothing but plaTONIC LOVE,,,, SO CUTE,,, FLUFFIER THAN FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW, also jungkook is awful at wrapping

❄️ wordcount: 2.4k

❄️ notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS! i was actually going to post this in the afternoon but theN i wanted this to be like a surprise present under the tree for everyone so here i am posting it at literally 3 in the morning!!!!!!! so when u wake up in the morning not only will u be opening presents u will also be able to reAD this! YES i’m aware that i skipped out on a couple drabbles from the 12 drabbles of christmas and i am sO sorry but i’ve been spending time with family and y’all know how it is i hope you can forgive me! anyways enough blabbering from me happy holidays merry christmas happy hanukah happy nEw yEar happy whatever you celebrate i love u all and i can’t wait to go into the new year with you lovely people!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“is she awake?”

“obviously not,,, what time is it??”

“nearly 8 and y/n doesn’t wake up until like 12 when it’s the holidays”

you hear the sound of your curtains being pushed open and you can see your room brightening up even though you have an eye mask on

ugH is it already time to get up????

you were up til 3 watching christmas movies and yA you’re super pumped that it’s literally christmas right now and you get to open your presents under the tree but like,,,

you would prefer to do all of that later,, maybe at like 12

“someone should just push her off the bed”

“don’t do that you priCK”

“someone just wake her up!! i wanna open my preSENTS”

“well you guys take care of this because i have to go and prepare breakfast”

you’re tempted to just go back to sleep but u know that the boys will literally just stand there and talk to each other about how to wake you up

you reach up to lift your eye mask up and you’re met with the sight of seven smiling faces (except for yoongi because it’s too frickin early for him too and he’s tempted to crawl in and snuggle up with you)

“good morning” your voice is still thick with sleep and you pull your mask off and toss it aside before propping yourself up on your elbows and letting out a yawn “merry chris-“

“mERRY CHRISTMAS LET’S GO OPEN PRESENTS NOW” the next thing you know you’re being swePT out of bed and jungkook has you in his arms and he’s sprinting down the stairs like a madman

you shriek and cling onto him because you literally juSt woke up and your brain is still low-key in sleep mode and the world is spinNing and

jungkook plops you down on the couch and you squeak from the impact before suddenly you’re bouncing off the couch and tumbling to the ground

“oW” you groan and flip over onto your stomach on the ground before reaching down and rubbing at your sore butt

do butts have bones?? because you’re pretty sure all the bones in your ass are completely shattered right now

“omg get off of me whoever you are” you feel someone take a seat on your tender bum and you reach back blindly in a poor attempt to swat the person off

you immediately hear jimin’s jingly giggle and he slides off before patting your bum “sit up!!”

“no” you murmur with your cheek squished against the carpet

you could just fall asleep like this

yes

sleep

you want to

slee-

“gEt up!” tae grabs your waist and pulls you up and sets you down on the couch next to yoongi who is (this) close to falling asleep

you let out another yawn and rest your head against yoongi’s shoulder and he slips an arm around your waist so that the both of you are comfortable

you never thought yoongi was the cuddling type but it turns out he really reaLLy is which is something u definitely don’t mind

“you two - it’s christmas!!! liven up a little!” namjoon pats the tops of your guys’ head and you grumble in response

“y/n you should open my present first!” tae plops a neat little box onto your lap and you blink down at it before humming and nodding

you pull away from yoongi and he groans quietly at the loss of warmth

“thank you for the gift, tae” you smile sleepily and reach up to pat your cheeks to wake yourself up

hoO

okay

christmas morning

let’s do this

you tear the bright wrapping paper to pieces and immediately feel a lot more energised when you see what tae got u for christmas “i knitted a scarf for you and i have a matching one so noW you too can be a fashionista”

“how long did it take you to make this??” you pull it out of the box and look closely at the stitching

obviously there are a couple missing stitches but that gives the scarf character and it’s oddly endearing

tae stitched in pretty neutral grandpa-y shades but it totally works and it looks v v trendy

“i’m going to wear this noW” you grin and wrap it around your neck and that’s when u notice the scent

tae sprayed some of his fancy gucci cologne on this tOO

you might have to steal some from him when the scent eventually fades away

“y/n! a nintendo swiTCH R U KIDDING ME” jungkook tackles you in a hug before jumping up and down excitedly and hugging the box to his chest “can i play it now???” he gasps and you can’t help but laugh at how childish he’s acting “why am i asking u for ur permission this is mINE NOW also i have a gift for u somewhere under the tree”

you look under the tree and u immediately recognise all the presents that are from kook because of the (no offence) poor wrapping skills

one of them is just wrapped up completely in duct tape like how r u supposed to open that up without losing a finger

hopefully that one isn’t yours (spoiler alert: it is yours)

“here’s my first gift to you guys-“ jin walks out of the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs “hot cocoa, anyone?”

the boys immediately flocK to jin like a group of seagulls when they spot a single french fry on the ground

“ya ya yA CALM DOwN before i drop the tray!” he scolds

“hyung, that’s my mug!”

“no it’s not, it’s mine! y/n got me the one with snowflakes, remember??”

“yours is the one with the christmas lights you dummy now hand it over”

“no! get your hands off mY mug!!”

“does it really matter whose mug is whoSE but also sorry jimin kook is right yours is the one with the christmas lights and not the snowflakes ” jin nudges the two bickering boys out of the way and heads over to you and yoongi

“yoongi - yours has coffee in it”

“oh thank god” yoongi grabs his mug and immediately takes a sip from it before letting out a satisfied sigh

“and y/n - yours has a sprinkle of cinnamon in it and extra marshmallows” you take the mug from the tray excitedly

“you’re too nice to me” you reach up to pinch jin’s cheek and he scowls at you

“teLL me about it”

“come and open some of your presents! you can make breakfast later”

“the pancake batter doEs need to set for a while so i suppose i can open up some gifts” jin sets the tray down on the coffee table before dusting his hands off “okay so which one is mine”

“u got more than one, silly. open my gift first!! it’s that big box in the corner” you take a sip of your cocoa oH ShiT this is good ur gonna need jin to make at least a gallon of this for u every week

“oH A BIG box” jin gasps and steps over the other boys as he makes his way over to it

he bends down and grunts as he lifts it up “jesus y/n what did you get me??? a ton of bricks???” he huffs and plops it back down on the ground and you’re like bE CAREFUL

jin doesn’t take very long to unwrap the gift and- “A NEW MIXER” he literally squEaLs with glee and you’re pretty sure your ears are bleeding “you’re right kook we should’ve opened presents earlier because then i could’ve used this baby to make the pancake batter”

look

last year all of your gifts were kind of pathetic compared to everything the boys were giving you and even tho they all insisted they lovEd their gifts you were like ://///// so thIS YEAR you decided to go all out and just get EVERYThing you thought the boys would like and u know what so far you are killing it girl

santa clause whO

also the boys did a really good job with all of your gifts!!

namjoon got you a new journal for the new year

jimin got you fairy lights AND a brand new bedside lamp that’s super adorable

hoseok got you a super suPER cool poster to hang up in your room he hired an artist to paint you as snow white and the boys as the seven dwarves and the captions says ‘y/n and the seven idiots’

taheyung knitted you a scarf

jin got you this fancy silky robe that you’ll definitely be wearing everyday after you come home from work

yoongi got you a new pair of headphones because he’s sick of seeing you use those godawful apple earbuds from like 2008

and last but not least

jungkook got you-

“oh, this is so cute!” you coo as you pull the mug out of the mess of duct tape

it’s a mug with a picture of you and the boys celebrating your birthday this year

you’re sat in the middle laughing your ass off with watery eyes and a crinkled nose with the boys surrounding you and jungkook is swiping frosting off the side of the cake and jimin’s yanking his arm back and jin’s trying to light the candles and tae is sitting on your lap and hoseok is sitting on taE’s lap and namjOon is pointing at the camera (because it was on timer mode and nO one was ready for the picture) and yoongi has his face in his hands looking like he regrets everything

it’s perfectly imperfect if that makes any sense

“thank you kook” you grin and squish a couple kisses to his cheek before looking at the picture again

it’s sO cute and also it makes you thank the gods because like,, how lucky are you that you get to spend every day with these dumbasses that you love and adore so dang much

“i wish it could be christmas everyday” hoseok sighs and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth

“i don’t. my wallet would hate me.” yoongi snorts and steals a blueberry off your plate

you nudge it closer to him before leaning back against your chair and rubbing your stomach “i think i’m about to explode” you groan

“i told you not to force that fourth pancake down” jin sighs as he scrubs away at the dishes

“i can’t help it when your food is sO good” you plop your plate down in the sink with a clang

and then u finally notice

“it’S SNOWING” you gasp as you look out the kitchen window

“you didn’t notice??” tae raises a brow and they all watch as you sprint to the living room to puSh all the curtains open

and WOW

thick thiCK blankets of snow covering every surface while snowflakes continue to flutter down to the ground

the backyard is just all WHITE AND YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED BEFORE

“we were thinking after breakfast we could go out and play around in the snow if you wanted-“

“oF COURSE I DO” for some reason you’re unable to lower your voice because that’s how excited you are

in fact you’re so excited u can’t even wait to change out of your PJs and you’re already slipping your coat and beanie on

“c’mon people let’s move let’s moVE jin you can wash the dishes later kook u can play the nintendo later let’s get a moVE ON” you clap your hands together and the boys know there’s no changing your mind at this point

if u wanna go out in ur PJs you’re going to go out in your PJs

“y/n, watch it!” jimin scolds when you nearly knock into his and tae’s snowman after trying to avoid yet another one of kook’s snowballs

“sorry jimin!!” you apologize before bursting into giggles when jungkook starts sprinting towards you clutching a snowball the size of a bouLDER

you duck down instinctively when he hurls it in your direction and-

“jeon jungkook you brat i’m going to kiLL YOU” yoongi roars when the snowball hiTS him and the wetness starts seeping into his sweater

jungkook laughs gleefully and tries his best to flee (it’s hard running in thick layers of snOW) as yoongi starts chasing him around

jin and namjoon are standing by the doors sipping on their hot cocoa and occasionally bursting into laughter at one of your guys’ antics

hoseok has been lying on the ground making snow angels for the past 20 minutes

he’s literally made like 10 snow angels already but he’s having fun so it’s okay

you screech when jungkook pelts you in the faCe with a snowball and you immediately feel like your face is going to freeze over

you end up tackling kook to the ground and u shove snow right into his face and jungkook grins before starting to dig his fingers into your sides to tickle you

“alright aLRIGHT everyone back into the house because there are dishes to wash and wrapping paper to throw away AND i have to get started on dinner and i need all the help i can get!” jin calls out and slides the door open to step back inside “everyone back in this house in 30 seconds otherwise i will not hesitate to lock you outside in the cold!”

jungkook fLIps you over his shoulder when you trip over the snow yet again because of your innate klutziness

you giggle and whack his butt

best christmas ever

:•)

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youngjaelook · 7 years ago

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Starless Sky — Jackson Wang

author’s note — sorry this took so long! im working on a few imagines atm so please be patient for those hehehe. not my best work just fyi lmao. also i feel like i write too much GOT7, like not that its a bad thing, but i feel like i need to write about more groups u know what i mean ahsjdkksd anyways hope u guys like this imagine, again a big shout out to @fentitrbl ilysm thanks for being patient and so supportive! #UNEDITED

This is part of a drabble series: Come Spring Day found here! and Yes drabble found here!

summary — Under a starless sky, you and Jackson welcome your first child.

warnings — miscarriage, & slight angst.

word count — 1.5K

Jackson sits in an empty room. And each of it's four walls are painted yellow — yellow is meant to symbolize happiness, clarity. Yet, Jackson feels neither of those. In fact, he feels nothing at all; he feels hollow and cold inside.

At that moment, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and tears in his honey brown eyes, he thinks he is Atlas; condemned to hold the weight of the sky forever. But its only been hours, yet it feels like eternity.

"Jackson," he hears your voice in his ear. "come back to bed." Like a stubborn child, he refuses with his silence, still on the cold floor, drinking his worries away.

He knows its wrong, he knows its hurting you more than it hurts him, but Jackson doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say.

For the first time in a long time, Jackson feels hopeless, futile almost.

It's not until he hears you sniffle that he turns around to spare you a glance.

The moment your tears become to overwhelming, spilling from the brim of your eyes, Jackson has his arms around you, caging you with his body as he murmurs sweet nothings and incoherent apologies into your hair.

There's an unbearable feeling of guilt that settles into his bones, it bites and nips at the strings of his hearts when your sobs get louder, and your body shakes with sadness and fear. He feels the same way, though he will never get to experience your pain, the torture you're going through.

And as his lips press against yours tenderly, he wishes he could take all your suffering and hurt away.

"Please," your voice is soft, on the verge of breaking. "let's just go back to sleep."

Jackson follows you to bed with no sound. He has one arm around you, the pads of his fingertips brushing against the prominent bulge of your stomach, and it reminds him of the fate it brings.

As you both lay on top of cold, cotton sheets, Jackson speaks. "I don't want to lose you," he murmurs into the dim room. "nor do I want to lose a baby again."

You don't turn to face him, afraid that if you did, you'd worry him even more. You were more than aware that one of these days, your life would be at risk, along with your and Jackson's unborn child.

The faint memory of losing your child for the first time is clear as day in your head. It was April, and the flowers were starting to bloom and the birds outside flocked the trees, humming with delight in the spring morning. Jackson had been out of Seoul for the past few weeks, promoting some designer shoe brand in Italy.

You were four months pregnant, going on five in a matter of few weeks. You were already showing, and you, along with Youngjae, went out to buy a few maternity clothes because your clothes were starting to get a little too tight. And besides, buying new clothes isn't such a bad thing.

Youngjae was in the middle of suggesting to get this burgundy sweater just in case you ever got cold in the apartment, when you had felt it, the odd sensation of wetness dripping down the sides of your legs. "My water broke?"

Youngjae could only stare in horror.

Crimson dripped down your thighs like rain drops falling against a window. You don't remember much after that, you only knew Youngjae had called Jackson, who literally got on a plane the second he hung up the phone, and that you had lost a child.

The whole thing had been plastered on every tabloid, and Jackson's company had to do some major damage control. The headlines still haunt you to this day, you can only imagine what it's like for Jackson.

Nearly a year later, you and Jackson have been trying, and at first, when you had found out that you had fallen pregnant once again, the two of you were thrilled. Then after one specific trip to the doctors sent the two of you back five steps.

She had described in detail that this pregnancy would have complications and that you might have to have an emergency C-section if your child wouldn't dilate in time. She also reminded the both of you that, you wouldn't only lose the child, but that there was a high possibility that Jackson would lose you, too.

"You won't lose us, Jackson." Your sweet voice doesn't do much to calm the racing of his heart, instead it crushes him and sends a shot of hot electricity through his veins. And the sound of your voice is haunting him as you fall asleep beside him, and as the sun rises from behind the hills.

The days don't get easier as they pass.

Trips to the hospital are a constant, so are sharp pains in your belly. Jackson, instead of being supportive and staying right beside you, has grown distant and detached, only ever talking to you when you ask a question, or when you suggest names for the baby, other than that it's just silence and shrugs.

It's nearly half past eight and Jackson's side of the bed is empty and cold, and you don't even wonder where he is because you know he's in the nursery, sulking like always.

You want to empathize with him, but he's making it so hard for you to even feel one empathetic bone in your body. He doesn't acknowledge how difficult it is for you, only ever thinking about himself and how he feels.

Your blood boils, while tears blur your vision.

You throw the sheets off of you, and practically march to the nursery, ignoring the pain that shoots up to your stomach.

Jackson stands in the middle of the room, this time, no bottle of alcohol in hand. He just stands there, lustrous brown eyes admiring the yellow paint, the soft cashmere blankets draped over the rocking chair by the corner, the blank picture frames hung above the crib.

You're opening your mouth to speak, but there's a ringing in your ears, and you can't hear yourself.

"Jackson —"

It all happens so fast, blood spilling down your legs, Jackson screaming your name, your knees crippling.

Jackson is sure he's never moved so fast in his entire life. He grabs the bags by your bedroom door, his phone in hand while the other keeps you steady as he guides you to the passenger seat.

He's driving above the speed limit and he's thanking God that there's barely any cars on the road tonight.

"Just breathe, baby," he reaches over the console to hold your hand, half of him expects you to swat him away and curse him out for being practically the worst partner in the world, but you take his hand without hesitancy, with no traces of bitterness and resentment evident on your face. You take his hand and bring it to your lips.

He gets you to the hospital in ten minutes tops. He's rushing you to the emergency room, a trail of blood following you wherever you go.

There a group of doctors and nurses that rush to get you on a wheelchair, and Jackson can only watch as you yelp in pain. As they whisk you away, Jackson has flashbacks of the last time this had happened.

Everything was different back then, the two of you were nervous, sure, but you were ecstatic none the less. Jackson had the nursery all planned out, the baby's name, he even thought of who the baby would look like the most and of course, he said the baby would look like him. Then when the time finally came, and you pushed for the last time, no cry could be heard, just panicked mumbling and shouts to get the baby into another room.

You never got the chance to see your baby before it breathed it's last breath, you just watched helplessly as they rushed to resuscitate it.

Jackson's scared that history might repeat itself. So, as he waits for nearly eight hours with his head between his knees, praying to every and any god out there to bless him.

The sky is still dark outside and there are no stars to be found when they finally call him in to the room. There's a small smile on the nurse's face, but that does nothing to stop the rapid beating of Jackson's heart, or the profuse sweating of his hands. He's worried, overthinking things until his head spins and he can't breath properly.

Then as the doors open, and he spots you on a hospital bed, a bundle of white in your arms, he turns into a blubbering mess.

Jackson is careful while he gathers you in his arms, finally at peace with himself and the universe as he stares at his daughter. "My princess," he whispers.

He kisses you softly on your temple, and smiles against your skin. "I think she looks a lot like me, right?" He jokes, and you're surprised you find energy to even laugh a little.

"Jackson-ah," you whine.

Jackson kisses your forehead again, and chuckles. "I'm kidding, baby." he says. "She looks a lot like you."

You frown. "It hasn't even been an hour Jackson, she still looks like a potato."

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