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himbos-hotline · 2 years ago

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“You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” jay & cole !

And we'll bury these old ghosts here

Word count: 2911 words Ship: The polycule, Focused mainly on Jay Orton /Adam Cole, Jay Orton/Kenny Omega, Jay Orton & Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson, Kenny Omega & Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson Characters: Jay Orton, Adam Cole, Doc Sampson, The Young Bucks, Kenny Omega, Aubrey Edwards Triggers: Jay get's hurt in the ring [its not serious] but theres a mention of her bleeding, lightly implied sexual content, Authors note: When better to realise your feelings for your ex-best friend [and ex fuckbuddy] when in the middle of a match when theyre hurt?

There’s a growing pressure in Jay's temple. It spread across their forehead like someone just forced a spike through their head and suddenly Kennys fingers, brushing slowly against the bend of their arm, is too much to deal with. She squirms slowly out of his grip and presses her hand apologetically against his thigh as he frowns confused. “What's wrong?” He asks watching Jay start to pace the small locker room, grumbling when she nearly trips over Nick stretching on the floor and watching curiously from the corner of his eyes.

“I can’t believe that I have to team with him!” Jay feels like she should sound sad. A small part of her does feel sad about it. But anger weaves its way through her words quicker than she expected it too and the small part of her heart that is distinctly shaped like Adam Cole twitches. It feels like she’s been punched in the gut and as she sits on the floor beside her brother, Jay rubs her thumb across the scar on their forehead, the calloused pad rubbing the skin raw and red.

“You guys teamed in the other place..” Nick mentions quietly, picking at a loose sequin on his ring gear. When Jay winces, Nick frowns in apology and takes Jay’s hand in his. Jay doesnt speak a lot about WWE, it's almost a forbidden topic, something that Jay is ashamed about. Nick squeezes her hand softly, waits for them to squeeze back before whispering “You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared. He's insufferable. He always has been!” She’s guaring herself, rebuilding the walls that Nick is poking at, scratching at the cracking cement until bricks fall down. “You guys know what he’s like!” The sentence slips out and the room falls silent. Matt looks off to the side, picking at his ring tape, Nick stares down at his lap and Kenny just closes his eyes. “Sorry…”

“Can’t you just try too?” Matt asks, eyebrows pressing together slightly. His face has turned something sour like he's bitten the inside of his cheek and Jay feels angry guilt settle in her stomach like heavy snowfall. Everyone in the small room is looking at her with soft eyes begging.

“Fine.” Jay grumbles, folding her arms across his chest like a grumpy toddler. They don't talk or think about Adam Cole again until Jay is standing alone in the tunnel waiting for him. She leans against the wall, fixes her headband and glares at him when he jogs up to them.

“Hi.” He mumbles, pushing a hand through his hair. Jay nods silently, trying their best to stop himself from looking him up and down. History floats between the two of them and Jay wishes it was like before.

She knows every inch of his skin. He knows that Adam sleeps on his right side and is scared of the dark. She remembers how the soft glow of his nightlight painted the curve of his jaw while he slept. They know that he cuts his strawberries into quarters. She knows that he smells of mint and sandalwood. Jay knows that Adam has held their very heart in his hands and squashed it like a sourgrape between his hands.

Shattered love and friendship for the glorious taste of gold and the weight of a championship title. Jay knows it's the past but the hurt that roars in her chest whenever he sees his face is rusted and stained with tears.

And she hates it. She hates him for it. They hate him so much that she wants to fall into his arms and melt into him until they’re a tag team again. Until the past is something new and shiny.

Jay’s itching to touch him as Adam rolls his neck. He untucks his leather jacket from under his arm and Jay feels their breath still in her throat. The same worn elbow patches, the same collar that doesn’t fully fall down. “You kept it?” Jay doesnt mean for their voice to quirk upwards or for their eyes to flick across his chest. Cole shrugs his leather jacket on and nods.

“Of course I did. It makes me look cool!” Adam’s laughing at Jay’s little shocked expression and Jay can’t help the smile that spreads across their lips. “Your ring tapes coming off. Let me.” He reaches out for their hand and Jay, lost in the ever so pretty sea of his eyes, nods.

He’s held hands with him before, a long time ago. Before Jay found zemelves and Cole started shifting through filters, squinting down at his phone screen to see what he would look like as a girl. His fingers stroke across their wrist and for a few seconds Jay wonders if Adam can feel their pulse quickening. His nails glisten under the dull lights of backstage and Jay feels something click in her brain. “Clear nail polish?”

Adam’s face opens and yanks his hand back, tucking them quickly into his jacket pockets. He thumbs at a hole in the soft cotton inside, using his nails to pick it open wider. “Is it that obvious?!” Panic’s rising in her eyes, making them flick back and forth like he's playing tennis with the rising thoughts. “I should- I need-”

“Adam.” Jay closes the small amount of space between them to grab his face. Her face is soft and open, lips parted in a small smile. Adam stares at her for a few moments, searching their face for the words that are coming. Is he mad? Are they waiting for an explanation. “I think it looks great, did you paint them yourself?” When he nods, Jay makes a small sound and carefully knocks their forehead against his chin as she pulls away. The music of their opponents is echoing through backstage.

“You did well…” Jay whispers, turning their back on him. The air in the small space is thick. It feels normal. It feels like before. When they sat in a small Florida hotel room, Adam curled up terrified and shaking in her arms as a storm rolled across the city. Jay had held him close and kissed his temple. The two of them had danced and Adam had kissed her. He wants to kiss them again. He steps forward slightly, pausing when they look curiously over their shoulder. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” He answers, the word whispering out in a small sigh. Her music hits and with another curious, kind look back at him before walking out through the curtain. The crowd explodes into an excited raw and Adam smiles, almost like Jay is something that belongs to him and the attention they are getting fuels him. It’s a guilty little thought, Jay hasn’t been part of him since NXT, since the nights in hotel rooms when he buried himself so deep inside her that Adam was sure that they’d never fully separate.

Maybe they never have. A small voice in the back of his head tells him, whenever he thinks about him, a warm fuzzy feeling washes over his mind and in his chest, filling Adam with enough warmth that he doesn’t need to tangle a blanket around himself when he crawls back into an empty bed.

Her theme fades away, their themes merging together for a split second before Adam’s takes control and every eye in the arena turns to him. His skin bristles and a small part of his mind states that he's happy he shaved this morning, something in Adam’s mind ticks happily as bright lights scan over his thighs and when he looks up at Jay, she's swaying her head in time with his theme and that happy fuzzy feeling returns to Adam’s chest.

They share a look, Jay leaning against the turnbuckles. “I’ll start.” Cole states, purposely leaning over her to press the bottom rope against the matt. A silent sign that Jay should get out of the ring. His eyebrow quirks upwards when his tag partner simply folds their arms across their binder-flat chest.

“No, I’ll start.”

“Why?” Cole asks, foot still bouncing slightly against the rope. He’s trying to keep his face neutral as Jay pinches the bridge of his nose, rolling the piercing there between his fingers.

“Because I'm-” Jay’s voice stills. She can’t think of why apart from the fact she walked out the curtain first. Zey shift into Adam’s space, looking up at him before down at the open rope. “I’m faster, I can do more damage quicker.” It’s a bullshit excuse but seemingly it works on Adam, before he drops his foot back onto the mat and steps out of the ring, shoving past her.

The bell rings and before Jay can get into the match, Cole tags himself in. He doesnt mean for his hand to come down on her shoulder as hard as it does. Jay yelps, narrowing her eyes as Cole steps out the ring and gestures for her to leave.

“Bitch.” Jay snaps, sliding out the ring and Cole has to catch his breath before locking up. The match plays out roughly, Jay and Cole merge as a new team about as well as oil mixes with water, it's nothing like what the two of them remember. They’ve walked this road together and neither of them remember it being this cracked. Cole tags out, slapping Jay on her thigh and for a few seconds, Jay considers stepping on his fingers as he kneels, clinging onto the ring apron to catch his breath.

She doesn’t, simply uses the curve of her ring boot to nudge him in his jaw, rolling into the ring. He knows that Cole’s just being stubborn, the roar of the crowd and every eye settled on him has always been his siren song and Jay understands. Standing on the turnbuckle, Jay listens to l'appel du vide. The call of the void. Adam’s staring at her from their corner, blue eyes wide and eyebrows pinched together in a look that Jay knows is fear.

“Hurry!” He calls, trying to keep the bravado strong in his voice so their opponents don't spot the fear in his eyes. Jay leaps, feels air rush past her ears. She feels like Icraus tumbling through the sky and when she lands, heavy like a stone against the mat, Jay begs for the still air to come rushing back into her lungs. They lay, face upwards and dazed on the mat, staring up at the lights before a small dark shadow crawls its way into her eyeline. “Jay? Jay, are you okay?”

Cole sounds scared and when Jay’s vision clears, they gasp in a heavy gasp of air. “I’m fine.” She whispers breathlessly. Aubrey kneels beside him and Jay keeps her in her peripheral vision, it hurts to move her neck and zey only register the pain when they're leaning against the ropes. There’s blood trickling from the side of their head, painting their red hair a sickly brown. “I'm fine.” The bell tolls and Jay snaps their head up. “I’m fine! I can continue!”

The world shifts slightly when he goes to stand and Adam’s quick to lurch forwards, wrapping his arms tight around their middle. “Lemme finish the match yeah?”

“But-” Jay’s fists ball against his chest, forehead knocking weaky against his jaw. Just like he did backstage, Adam wants to kiss her. “I don't need your help.” he pushes him away, blinks a few times and turns to face Aubrey. “I'm ready.”

“Are you sure? I’m gonna get the doc to check ya out okay?” Aubrey rolls on gloves and checks the wound on the side of Jay’s head. Everything gets doublechecked by Doc Sampson all while Jay squirms on the ring apron, glancing uncomfortably at Adam who stands nearby, occasionally reaching out to brush his thumb across Jay’s knuckles.

“Keep the match quick, you’re not allowed back in that ring.” Jay stares at Doc Sampson like he’s just sworn at zem and then over at Cole with the same stunned expression. “We can’t risk you getting another concussion.”

“Don’t argue with the doc, Jay.” Adam’s smiling now, a small half smile that makes Jay stare at the floor, face twisting into something bitterly sad. “We both knew that I’d get the winning pin anyway.”

“Will you stop being so cocky?” Jay snaps, hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Her nails are dragging across her thighs, leaving behind small pink lines. “Will you just shut up?!” From the corner of her eyes, they are glaring at Adam and something inside him stills it takes him milliseconds to register that it's concern. The same soft concern that bubbled in his chest all the way back in NXT. It’s love.

“Will you let me do my fucking job?”

He knows she’s scared, the look on his face when he thinks Adam isn’t looking gives her away. Zey’re feeling scared and in pain, lashing out like a wounded animal. “If you werent so fucking cocky we’d let you do your fucking job.” Adam snaps back, leaning against the ring apron.

The crowds are booing now, impatient for the continuation of the match. Jay takes a passing glance over the front row and tears well behind her eyes, the headache that was stabbing through their temples is back. Painted nails dig into zeir palms. She’s failing. “Says you-” they grumble, no more venom lacing their words. They look sad and it draws Adam closer. He takes their face in his hands, pulls zeir forehead close to his. They blink at him, shivering hands scrambling and pawing at their ring gear.

“Would you just shut up?” He whispers, running a thumb across the apple of his cheeks, smudging blood across the scar under his eye. “You’ve always been so bitchy” He whispers, half surprised that Jay lets him slot between their legs. If Adam wasn’t so focused on the puzzled look on his face, he’d feel emotional about how he still fit so snuggly between her thighs, like he still belonged between them all these years after the first time he had been there.

He doesn’t think about that as a hush is settled over the arena. Jay glances off to the side and like a prey animal that took its eyes off a predator, Cole chooses to pounce. His lips slot securely over hers, like their two missing halves of a vase being slotted back together.

It doesn’t feel magical or special. The kiss is a well-worn dance that the two of them do. Cole’s hands slide down her neck, pinching curiously at new scars and rubbing small circles over the old ones while Jay tangles blood-stained fingers into his hair. Jay’s eyes widen before closing and melting into the feeling. The kiss isn’t one that would close movies or fix an evil spell, but it brings a pinkness to the both of them. Jay nips at his bottom lip and Cole braves parting his lips just a little. Her tongue darts across his and it feels almost pornographic. Almost like it’s two old lovers reuniting.

Maybe that's what they are really. Two lovers separated by circumstance and hurt by the distance between their hearts. Jay’s the one to pull away first, fast enough that the hand in Adam's hair, tangled between the dark brown strands, yanks and Adam hides his pink face in the curve of their neck to repress a moan.

“Sorry-”

Jay just shakes their head before groaning. “I don't think-”

“Call the match off.” Jay states, after a few moments of silence. When Doc Sampson looks at them questioningly, as if to double check. Jay nods, letting their head lull against the back of Adam’s. The bell tolls overhead and the crowd is momentarily silent before erupting into a glorious roar of joyous applause.

“Let's getcha backstage.” Adam whispers, using the tip of his finger to stroke flecks of drying blood off their neck. “Get ya checked over by Irish and Deels.” Jay nods again and with Adam’s hand securely tucked in the small of zeir back, leaves the ring and wanders back up the ramp, shoulders knocking together.

“You don’t have to do anything to catch my attention” Adam tells them, later that evening. His thumb is stroking across the curve of their side, letting them snuggle closer against his bare chest.

“Who says I’m doing things for your attention?” He quips back, pressing lewd kisses against Adam’s chest, grinning when he releases a shaking breath. It takes her a few moments to notice that he’s laughing, a soft tired giggle that makes Jay prop themselves up on their elbows to stare down at him.

Adam traces his fingers down the curve of his spine like he’s counting the vertebrae. “my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you” He admits, rolling onto his side to kiss her chin. “I never stopped watching you wrestle.”

Jay feels her heart stutter in his chest. “I never stopped thinking about you.” They admit to the air around them; it still smells of lust and desire. The smile that Adam flashes is sad and he tangles his limbs around Jay, forehead pressing against the hinge of his jaw. “I never stopped missing you Adam.”

Adam just nods, pressing wet kisses down their neck. “You’ll never have to miss me again.” He sits up and like a new love letter to an old lover, seals the promise with a kiss.

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@golden-disaster @sincyrlee @glitchaxolol @daddywrasslin @bikenny

@katries @thegizardofmars @motorcitygem @miru-has-thoughts @powderflower

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#mouse writes #ship: Jay and Cole #OTP: Bluejays and blowjobs #Ship: Jay and Kenny #OTP: welcome home

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onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

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1, 7, 8, 11, 34, 55, 65, 67, 74

❤️

Hi Mael!!! There are a couple I answered already so I put my previous answer and a little comment update lol

1 Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

In my heart of hearts I want to say one shots… but I’m a long winded girlie and I succumb to peer pressure so chaptered stories lmao

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Lolol fun of you to think that I have any choice in the matter lmao

But for real, the idea kinda dictates the POV for me

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

The MIDDLEEEEEEE

omg I hate starting a story because I never know where to start. Whats a good opening line? I only have like 3 sentences to grab your attention!!!

The end is traumatic because its like ok I’ve said all I need to say how do I stop this ride????

The middle is that perfect spot of we have enough backstory and there's a lot of plot left, I can do whatever i want

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

The right now is doing a lot of heavy lifting for this list. I wanted to simply link my bookmarks lmao

dos oruguitas - maxiel

Summer Break - danny centric poly

Icarus grid friendship crack

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Prev answer: It definitely changes! Earlier this summer my fave was Tennis!Dan (still my beloved) but I’ve been focusing a lot on Enchanted Au: Christmas so our little disney princess has been top of mind. I love me some bewildered Maxy

I can’t stop thinking about sleepwalker Danny 🥴🥴🥴🥴

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

in Enchanted Au: Christmas, the kiss! I haven't written it yet!

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Prev answer: “This one is hard because I have imposter syndrome so unfortunately if I’m told “here this is your prompt” there’s a high chance I won’t be able to write anything. I can choose a prompt from a list just fine but there needs to like be some form of fluidity for me (I’m very hesitant to join challenges/gift exchanges cause of this) And then there's also the whole ‘well I chose this and now I have to deliver and what if they hate it and it's no good?????’ So I’ll still with fluid prompt lists and independent ideas for now”

Yeah still terrified of timed prompts lol

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

This is my previous answer: “Oh this is hard because I truly don’t know if theres anything I that I do across fic. If there is, please lemme know!! I’ve managed to shoehorn a twilight (movie) reference in 2 of my big fics tho so that makes me giggle.”

I’ve had more time to think about it and maybe it’s if their driving I have them ‘clenching the steering wheel rhythmically’ to show anxiety maybe. Idk, what do I do across fic?

#seriously what are my tells??#ask game #answered #australiansteel

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syrupspinner · 5 months ago

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I beat genital jousting

I'll let you know if I ever build up the courage to ask a group of people to help me with the multiplayer achievements

so. penises am I right. I think I speak for everyone when I say it's just an inherently stupid part of the body. I think if you showed an adult a penis for the first time they'd react with fleeting amusement, just seeing it flop around and change shape

fun fact, I'm usually the designated penis explainer to virgins. before I came out I was always the only boy in a female friend group (now I'm just the only penis'd one) so I always ended up roped into situations where I had to explain my genitals to giggling drunk girls, at their excited insistence. their first question was always how our balls don't get crushed when we walk with our legs together, where I explained that the penis is mostly in front of the body instead of right between the legs like a vagina is, so they usually just rest above the thighs

oh my god I haven't talked about video games in almost 3 minutes! Genital Jousting is just okay

I want you to close your eyes and imagine a penis. it's wearing a silly outfit, like a suit or a jumpsuit with long flailing arms. it's writhing on the ground like a water hose you let go of, only instead of water its farts. it also has an anus for penis sex.

did you laugh? buy the game. you'll get a giggly afternoon

theres something that can easily be considered a problem with comedy games like this. y'know the kind, like Jazzpunk and Dr. Langekov. they're short, so they're not very substantial, but you can't really correct for that because then the games humour will just start to grate and stop being funny. seriously, imagine if Octodad or Soda Drinker Pro had 30hr+ campaign modes, and think about the stone-dead neutrality that would be on your face in the endgame.

but unlike other short games, with maybe the exception of puzzle games like Superliminal and Manifold Garden, it doesn't have a lot of replayability. sure, it can still be entertaining, but a joke will never be as funny as the first time you heard it

but it doesn't need to be long or replayable, because it's funny. and yeah, the campaign was funny enough

but it's kinda unfair to say this game isn't replayable, because there's the multiplayer mode. I struggle to imagine a situation other than a queer polycule where playing penis soccer doesn't secretly make everyone kinda uncomfortable, but a niche audience is still an audience. in highschool, I was friends with the kinda people who had that picture book with the hole in the middle, where you stick your penis through and it's an elephant trunk or something equally silly. the only problem is that jokes aren't usually sexy, at least if they need a whole setup like that, so you're usually flaccid by page four. I guess you could watch porn, but that seems a little impersonal given the-

right. video game.

in my experience, the multiplayer mode is decent fun if you're at that kinda party, and it's up to you to make the judgement call of if the present company can handle it. "let's play the penis game" is a dangerous sentence to your coworkers. I think the amount of time they expect you to put in is a little extreme though, I don't think many people filled the Penis Milk Tank all the way naturally. yeah, that's uh, how you unlock things in this game. it's like a battle pass, but more verile.

so basically, it's a quick silly romp through pen island. personally, I though $9 Canadian was worth the chuckles - it wasn't laugh-out-loud funny, but dick jokes aren't my thing anyway. Besides, I've paid more than that for a burger. I shouldntve, but it's a comfort food and we were at a new restaurant, I was justified.

#revisit #genital jousting

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symphonicmetal101 · 3 years ago

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Over-Tired OM Boys HCs

Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-

Lucifer

- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done

- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts

- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset

- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor

- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across

- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed

- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.

- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers

Mammon

- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back

- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.

- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.

- Gaming is a priority

Levi

- Sleeping is not

- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-

- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?

- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted

- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room

Satan

- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room

- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts

- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave

- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between

Asmo

- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like

- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos

- but he is a chaotic little fucker

- dear god

- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-

- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-

-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious

- you will go on an adventure probably

Beel

- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it

- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do

- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis

- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand

- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual

- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this

Belphie

- out like a bulb immediately

- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-

- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep

- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning

- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it

- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back

- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often

Barbatos

- You will see him stifle yawns

- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving

- he cannot be bribed

- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?

- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-

- no he will not sleep

- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work

- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you

Diavolo

- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule

- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future

- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters

- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him

- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours

Simeon

- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired

- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes

- Not that Luke would let him

- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again

Luke

- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-

- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression

- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence

- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before

Solomon

- hah

- he has spells

- who needs sleep?

- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you

- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more

- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-

Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue

Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~

Love ya!!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #v talks #obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me scenarios #obey me thoughts

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buttterknifeee · 3 years ago

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How long is forever? - Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

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Request: "Hello, May I request an episode insert in the Teen Titans episode 'How Long Is Forever?'"

Summary: Starfire takes a trip to the future... only to find out that you and the other Titans have disbanded. Will she find a way back to the present, or will you live an unfulfilling life forever?? (from S2 EP1)

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3919

A/N: Hey!!! sorry this took a while, it was super hard to write it due to most of it being in Starfire's POV. Most of the episodes in the series are centered around specific titans, so if you have an idea for an Aquagirl centered episode, feel free to send it in!!! (theres also a grand total of one cuss word in there)

Aquagirl’s Room - 2004

“Where is it? Where is it?” you mumble, tearing your room apart. You were looking for one of your CDs that you were in the mood for listening to. You threw your clothes into the air, looked under your bed, and even checked inside of your fish tank, holding the water containing a few tropical fish above you until you gave up. You sighed, finally checking the clock. You realized that you’ve been in your room for an hour and you haven’t even said hello to the other titans. You quickly change into your suit and head to the living room.

You stretched as you walked in. “Hey guys-” you stop in confusion at the scene in front of you. Starfire was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, holding a bunch of necklaces and boxes and babbling something about “Blorthorg”, Beast Boy and Cyborg were brawling for a video game remote, Raven was reading silently and holding up a pair of nail clippers (?) telepathically, and Robin….

Anger bubbles up inside of you as you realize that he was in front of the stereo, blasting music. From your CD. You cross your arms as you march up to the Boy Wonder.

“Hey Rob, whatcha doing with my CD?” You say. “What, was Kelly Clarkson too quiet for you?”

Raven adds, “Yeah Robin, could the music be a little louder? I can still hear myself think.”

He glares at the two of you “I don’t listen- I only turned the music up to DROWN OUT ALL THE YELLING!!” He refers to the two boys. Cyborg now had Beast Boy in a headlock, holding the controller triumphantly.

“Whose turn is it now, tough guy? Whose turn is it now?” Cyborg taunts the green teen.

“Knock it off! I can't work with you two acting like idiots!” Robin yells.

“Work?? The only “work” I see you doing is stealing my stuff!” You snap.

“Great. More yelling will definitely stop the yelling.” Raven says, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

The three of you glared at each other, Cyborg and Beast Boy were still fighting, and one of Starfire’s necklaces broke, its beads tumbling onto the ground.

“STTTOOOOPPPPP!” the alien princess screamed. You stared at her in surprise. She took a deep breath and recomposed herself.

“ Friends must never behave this way, and especially not on Blorthog! Do you wish to invite the Rekmas?” she said.

“Gesundheit?” Beast Boy said, confused by her vocabulary.

“On my world, ‘Rekmas’ means ‘the Drifting.’” she explains. “The point at which close friends begin to drift apart, and their friendship begins to die.” She frowned. You immediately felt bad for all the yelling you did.

“Aw, come on, Starfire.” Cyborg comes to her side.

“We are so not Rek-whatever-ing.” Beast Boy reassures her.

“We're getting on each other's nerves a little. Big deal.” Raven says.

“Fighting’s just a part of life. As long as we resolve it, we’ll be fine.” You say.

“Yeah. This is just typical roommate stuff. We're not going to drift apart, Star. I promise. We'll all be friends forever.” Robin declares

“Forever?” Starfire asks. Before you could answer, Robin’s T-communicator beeped. The communicator was flashing red, and he turned to you and the others.

“Titans! Trouble!” he says. You all rush out of the Tower and into the city.

You find the “trouble” in the Jump City museum. It was a man wearing black and gold armor and a goatee: Warp. He was monologuing to a bunch of guards that he had frozen.

“I didn't journey back in time one hundred years to squabble, I came to steal.” You see him reaching for one of the clocks. “The Clock of Eternity. Valuable in the past, priceless in the future.” Robin steppeds forward, throwing his birdirang to knock Warp’s hand back.

“But for the present...you'll keep your filthy hands off it.” He says, announcing the Titans’ entrance. The man turns to the six of you.

"The Teen Titans. This is a treat. I read all about you in the historical archives. And now, you're all history!” He fires his laser at you all.

“Titans! Go!” Robin yells as you scramble to dodge his rays. He blocks Warp’s rays with his staff, but at the last shot the staff breaks, and he backed up. Starfire blasts her starbolts at him, but the bolts ricochet off of him and hits her, sending her to the ground. You and Beast Boy attack him now, a stream of water lifting you into the air by your feet. You put your hands in front of you and a jet of water blasts out of your hands, heading straight for Warp. He held his hand us as the water made contact with him, and froze the water. The ice traveled up the jet of water and onto your hands, encasing them in the long shard of ice. You fell, the weight of the ice dragging you down. You winced as you saw Beast Boy meet a similar fate, his animal form frozen in ice next to you. You struggled to free your hands as Cyborg and Raven both went down. Robin gives one last attempt to take Warp down, running towards him.

“You cannot defeat Warp. I am from the future.” He says, throwing disks towards Robin. He dove to the side as the projectiles exploded. “And your relics are one hundred years out of date." He grabs the clock and presses a blue lens from his armor. Suddenly, a blinding white portal forms in front of him. Your hands were still stuck so you had to squint.

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

Titan’s Tower-2024

Starfire couldn’t believe what was going on. After tackling Warp, she ripped off the lens on his suit and ended up in Jump City, 20 years into the future. She found Cyborg alone in the rotting Titans Tower, hooked up to a large battery. He explained that the day she left, the Titans fell apart, and disbanded soon after. He told her that the others can help her get back to the present, telling her where to find you, Beast Boy, and Raven.

She found herself at a circus whilst looking for Beast Boy. There in a cage, sat Beast Boy, changing into various animals. She approached the cage as he turned back into his human form. He was now a pudgy old man, with a great deal of hair loss. He looked at her with wide eyes through the bars.

“No way! It's you. But how?” he asked, peering at her with his wrinkled eyes.

“I require your help.” Starfire said.

“What kinda help?” Beast Boy asked.

“The future is not as it should be. We must find Warp. I will free you from this--” Beast Boy stopped Starfire from continuing her sentence.

“This cage isn't to keep me in! It's to keep those maniacs out!” he explained in a panicked tone, referring to a group of kids. “Look. After the Titans broke up, I tried the whole solo-hero thing. Got my butt kicked, a lot. So now, well…”

He turned into a chicken briefly to illustrate his point. “ Besides, I'm in the showbiz now.” Starfire could tell he wasn’t happy with where he was, but there was nothing she could do. She left Beast Boy and went to find Raven.

She found Raven in a room in a broken down building. She was standing in a pure white room, wearing a white cloak to match. Her back was facing Starfire when she arrived.

“Raven?” she squeaked, inching into the room. “Raven, it is Starfire, your friend”

“No such thing.” she groaned, her back still facing Starfire. Starfire’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Please, Raven I-”

“Just another figment. Don’t even look.”

“You must listen! I am here because-” she pleads, but Raven stops her.

“I’m never coming back! Go away!” she yells, Starfire backing up in fear. “It has to go away. Just like before. Just like all the others.” Starfire frowns in realization. She must not think I’m real; she thinks it's all in her head.

“Your mind.” she says softly, approaching the cloaked woman. “Without friends, you must have--” Starfire was about to touch Raven, but her familiar dark shield formed around her. She gasps, then eventually leaves the room in defeat. There was one last person she could try talking to. You.

She walked by the Jump City beach, the same place where you got your powers all those years ago. Suddenly, you rose out of the ocean, the water around you carrying you onto shore. Your face was stuck in a permanent glare, different to your constant smiles as a teen. You were taller, definitely had a few wrinkles, and you were wearing Atlantean clothing. Starfire flinched at your sudden arrival.

“Aquagirl! how-”

“I don’t go by Aquagirl anymore. I am Queen (y/n), ruler of Atlantis. And word gets around when one of your old teammates who had disappeared 20 years ago is roaming Jump City again, even at the bottom of the ocean.” You say coldly, eyeing her as she shrunk at the sight of you.

“What had happened to you, my friend?” she asked.

You sigh, recalling your memories. “After you disappeared and the team disbanded, I vowed to never be as soft and vulnerable as I was then. I moved to Atlantis, and was eventually appointed ruler.”

“Oh my, that sounds terrible!” Starfire exclaimed. “I need your help my friend-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s not terrible, I am quite fine just the way I am. And we were friends 20 years ago; things have changed.” You turn your back to her. “I must get going; there’s much I need to do.” Starfire stares at you in sadness as you walk back into the ocean, the water swallowing you up and the waves lapping like normal.

Starfire trudges through the snow-covered city, when a laser blast knocks her back. Her eyes raise to meet with Warp’s, his weapon aimed at her.

“What’s the matter, dear? Have I come at a bad time?” he snarls, opening fire once more. She dodges his shots and fires back, but the starbolts simply bounce off his modern armor. She tried to hit him close up but he held up his hand and ice formed around her midair. The large chunk of ice containing Starfire drops and shatters, leaving Starfire on the ground, shivering. She glares at Warp, who now has deeper wrinkles on his face.

“You have become so old,” she notes, still on the ground.

“That's what happens when someone steals my vortex regulator.” he says, holding out his hand. “The regulator, if you please. I really must get back to my future.” She stands up and takes the lens out from her belt. She couldn’t let him leave, especially when she’s stuck in a future like this. She held the disk next to her and warmed up a starbolt, as if to hold it hostage.

“If you ever wish to see your future you will repair the damage you have done to my past!” she yelled, anger bubbling up inside her. The villain laughed.

“Damage? Silly girl. There's nothing wrong with your past. One cannot damage history, because history cannot be changed.” He held up the clock and continued. “I went back in time to steal this because history says it disappeared. And history says it disappeared because I went back to steal it. Past, present, future. It's all written in stone, my dear.”

Starfire stood in disbelief dropping her glowing hand. No… this can't be the future we’re destined to live. Such terrible lives… she thought. Warp walked up to her shocked state and took the lens out of her hand.

“And nothing you do can ever change it.” he scoffed. Warp prepared to blast her when he was knocked into the alleyway by an unknown figure. Starfire snapped back into reality and looked around for you had knocked the villain back. A dark silhouette lept forward and threw Warp against the end wall of the alley. They threw disks at the villain, the area around him exploding. When the smoke cleared, Starfire could see that Warp had used a force field. He released his shield only to be met with the mysterious figure dropping down towards him. He stared straight at Starfire.

“Another time, perhaps.” he said. Before the shadowed person could reached him, he dropped into the ground. The person who had tried to fight him landed right where Warp had been, and as they straightened up, Starfire inched forward to see who it was.

“It’s good to see you again.” the person said. Starfire could recognize that voice from anywhere, and apparently, anytime.

“Robin?” she asked.

“I haven’t used that name in a long time.” he said, finally stepping out of the shadows. He looked nothing like the Boy Wonder she knew. His traffic-light esque uniform was replaced by a black suit with a blue bird on the front. He still wore a mask and he now had long, black hair.

“Call me… Nightwing.”

Starfire found herself in Robin’s (or Nightwing’s) base. She looked at a glass case of his old uniform, a feeling of melancholy washing over her. She was glad that he was ok, but the Robin she once knew was now nothing more than a mannequin display. Nightwing wrapped a blanket around her with a small smile.

Nightwing finally spoke. “So I’ve heard you’ve been looking for help.”

Starfire sighed. “There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do. The past cannot be repaired, the future cannot be altered, no matter how wrong it seems.”

“So it’s impossible.” Nightwing determined from her rant, walking towards a bunch of computers. “Good. If memory serves, we've done the impossible before.”

Nightwing’s words had surprised Starfire. None of the others had said anything as hopeful since she’d arrived here. A small fire of hope blossomed inside of her.

“I held on to this,” Nightwing says, pressing a button from a device. “...just in case.” Starfire’s eyes widened, realizing that it was a T-communicator. The communicator began to flash red, and to Starfire’s delight, so did her neck piece and wrist guard.

At the bottom of the ocean, you sat on a throne, talking to your advisers. As they left, your seashell necklace began to flash red. You looked at it in surprise, recognizing what it meant: it was an emergency signal that Robin had put in your necklace while you were still in a team. Even after 20 years, he had never used it until now. You began to get up from your throne when a group of your advisors came back, swarming you with scrolls and questions. You sat back down, a bitter feeling in your throat.

Beast Boy’s belt had flashed red whilst he was performing a trick in his animal form. He quickly jumped back into human form. He observed his belt for a moment before stepping back, hanging his head.

Cyborg's robotic eye flashed red as he sat alone in the Titans Tower. He immediately got up and started towards the door, only to be stopped by the wires keeping him alive and stuck inside the tower. He looks back at the power source.

Raven still stands alone in the room, her back facing the door. The brooch of her cloak flashes red, and without looking at it, she covers it with her hand.

Starfire and Nightwing venture to Jump City museum, where they find Warp, fixing his time travel suit. He wields the lens that he took from Starfire to his suit, whilst talking to himself.

“Tick-tock.” he laughs. “Just a few more seconds, and I shall finally--” his sentence was cut off by Nightwing knocking the tool out of his hand, revealing him and Starfire’s position.

“The future will have to wait.” Nightwing says, extending his staff. “You just ran out of time.”

Warp growls and fires laser beams at them, causing them to split up to avoid getting hit. Starfire shoots her starbolts at Warp again, despite them getting deflected by his force field. Nightwing however, jumped down on him again, using his staff to crush one of his lasers. He turns to face Nightwing, but Starfire lands a hit on his back with her starbolt. He tries to laser Starfire but has to dodge Nightwing’s staff attacks that barely strike him. He fights quickly and with fury, eventually knocking Warp flat on his back. The two heroes step close to him to inspect him. But Warp grins, and uses his second laser to blow a hole through the roof, snow and rubble falling onto Starfire.

“Star!” Nightwing yells, but Warp blasts him back with his laser. Warp runs over to the tool he dropped and started repairing his suit again as Nightwing helped Starfire up. Suddenly, he was blasted back by a familiar blue ray. Starfire and Nightwing turn to see Cyborg, his arm cannon smoking, but being able to function without any wires.

“Boo-yah” he says with a grimace.

“Cyborg!” Starfire exclaims, flying over to the half robot. “You are repaired!”

“Glad you could make it,” Nightwing says, joining them.

“Wouldn't have missed it. Now who said y'all could start without me?” Cyborg said as Warp stood back up.

“So sorry,” Warp said, holding up another device. “Perhaps I should finish you first!” Before he could use the device, he was attacked by a green lion, Beast Boy. Warp looked at the lens he was repairing, now crackling with electricity. In anger, he pointed a laser at him, but a jet of water shot up from the floor. You ran into view, a trident now in your hand.

“Heard you guys needed help!” you yell, a hint of a smile peeking out from your stoic face.

Before Warp could fall to the ground again, he is overtaken by magic, and thrown into the side of the wall. Raven materializes, still wearing a white cloak.

“Nobody hurts my friends,” she said, reminiscent of the first time you met her.

“Dude, that is so unfair,” Beast Boy whines, comparing his bald head to Nightwing’s flowing hair. The six Titans turn to see Warp, who has managed to create a wormhole, despite his suit being damaged.

“It seems my time has come,” Warp said, preparing to walk through the wormhole. Nightwing threw a birdarang at Warp, Warp throwing his own disk to intercept it. Starfire watched in awe as the birdirang sliced through Warp’s disk and hit him in the chest, right where the lens sat.

“Uh?! No! NOOOOO!” the six of you watched in horror as Warp regressed in age until he was nothing more than a screaming infant.

“Ok, I am not changing any diapers.” Beast Boy said, staring at the baby.

Cyborg looked at Starfire. “We gotta get you home. Come on!” he pointed at the wormhole, which was shrinking. He took the lens from the suit and put it in his arm cannon. He fired at the wormhole, making it bigger.

“Im redirecting the wormhole.” Cyborg said, turning to Starfire. “Starfire! Go!” She steps towards the portal and looks back at her friends. Their lives seemed so lonely and.. dissatisfying. Is this life they were destined to live?

“Please, must this really be our future?” She asked. The rest of you looked at her silently, sadness in your eyes. “Is there nothing I can do to change it?” Nightwing stepped up and looked directly into her eyes.

“I'm sorry, Star. There isn't time.” Nightwing said. He placed the clock that Warp had stolen in her hand and his other hand on her shoulder. He gives her one last smile before stepping back towards the other Titans, beckoning her to enter the portal. Starfire took a deep breath, and walked into the portal.

Jump City Museum - 2004

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Beast Boy stared at the place the portal was. “Um, where did she-?”

Another portal opens with a brilliant flash between Beast Boy and Cyborg. Starfire falls out, curled around an item. You all rushed towards her.

“Dude!”

“Whoa!”

“Star! What happened?” Robin asked as the portal behind her closed.

“History said it disappeared.” Starfire said, straightening and revealing the clock warp had just stolen. “But history was wrong!”

The boys stared at her dumbstruck but you laughed, diving in for a hug.

You stood with the other titans as Starfire recounted her story. You covered your mouth in awe to find out what happened to you and the others in the future.

“Then Nightwing handed me the clock and I entered the vortex.�� she finished.

“Woah,” Raven said, shocked by the recount of Starfire’s story.

“Bald?!” Beast Boy yells, grabbing at his hair. “You're telling me I'm going to be bald?!”

“Gosh, Star, all of our lives seem so terrible,” you say, thinking about what Starfire had said about you. You were a queen (which was cool), but you were also a cold hearted bitch (super uncool). You didn’t want that to happen, and more importantly for you to no longer be friends with the other Titans.

“Guess you were right about all that Rekmas stuff,” Cyborg said, slightly concerned.

“I don't want us to drift apart. Does it all have to happen? Isn't there anything we can-” Robin worries out loud, but Starfire stops him.

“Our friendship has already changed Warp's past. I believe it can also change our future.” Starfire says with a smile.

“Yeah I mean, the original reason we “broke up” was because of Starfire disappearing, and since she’s here now, we aren’t breaking up!” You chimed in, grinning at the other Titans.

Raven picks up the broken necklace with her telekinesis, stringing them back together.

“So… is it too late to do this festival-of-friendship thing?” she asks.

Starfire’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, it’s never too late!”

You all put on the bulbous necklaces Starfire brought in the morning.

“HAPPY BORTHOG!!!” Cyborg cheers.

“I thought it was Blort-Hog,” Beast Boy wondered.

“Okay, I feel like a wind-chime.” Raven groans.

“A very cool wind-chime,” you winked.

Starfire put the last necklace on Robin. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“So… Nightwing, huh?” he asked.

“Don’t even think about it bird brain,” you yelled from across the room, causing him to blush. You all burst out into laughter. The tower stayed cheerful the rest of the night.

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dioko · 4 years ago

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RADICAL DRUNKS. | MHA MEN

how the guys are when theyre drunk lol idk

Characters — Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Shinso

Content — x gn! reader pairing, aged up headcanons, mentions of alcohol, drinking, literally iss just fluff/crack

A/N — I thought these panels of the boys were super cute -- enjoy!!

BAKUGOU KATSUKI.

— i would like to first say he boasts a lot about being able to hold his liquor

— i mean... he's eh, he's okay, can fake being sober for about half an hour

— then the alcohol HITS

— have you seen the way he is when he's calm

— that, now 1000x

— my guy is having an identity crisis in the middle of a party

— "'Tsuki? Katsuki, you okay?" Gently as possible, you shake his shoulder, but he doesn't feel it because drunk ignores it.

"Ngh," he groans back at you.

— Soulless eyes LMAO staring into absolutely nothing

— gets super touchy, but in a subtle way

— he just pokes your hand/plays with your hair

— I'm sorry he throws up real bad all the time, no matter how much he's drunk that night

— will remember pieces of his unsoberness the next day

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

— LOUD

— holy smokes, you didn't think he could get anymore riot-y

— jus imagine 7-foot-tall Red Riot losing it over a game of MarioKart PLSS

— keeps his quirk activated for absurdly long times for no reason at all

— if you try to touch him though, he'll immediately deactivate wherever you're trying to reach (ie. his shoulder) so he doesn't hurt you accidentally

— tells a lot of stories

— i don't know if it's this image in particular of him, but i get radical drunk party uncle vibes from him

— cries

— soooo cheesy

— "Ahh, baby," he grins cheekily, "you're so beautiful!"

"Thank you, Eiji. You're drunk, let's go."

"Yeah, just gimme a sec," he stops moving.

"What?"

"Wanna admire your face. M'so lucky to have ya," he slurs.

— it gives you butterflies hehe

— remembers everything that happened

— aware of drunkenness but not in full control of it

KAMINARI DENKI.

— the sad, philosophical drunk

— no like seriously, he says some thought-provoking things and talks too much about growing facial hair to actually look 27

— SMART DRUNK

— but then theres a shift and he starts crying sldmdkksks

— makes himself sad and gets super paranoid

— "Nononono, y/n, stay right here," he gestures to his side.

— forgive him, he just wants to keep you safe from the ever-intimidating fork on your table

— he WILL bring up his pet dog from when he was 11 and how it went to a farm 🙂

— but don't worry, he's adorable

— lots of compliments, and he doesn't really expect you to say anything back UNLESS he's saying 'i love you'

— "Y/n, y/n, y/n, y-"

"Denki, what?" You laughed.

"I loooveee you," he slurs, "now say it back."

"Say what back?" You toy with him.

He frowns, "say 'i love you, too'."

"But you already know I do!"

SERO HANTA.

— sober drunk don't even try to fight me on this

— the way Sero can hold his liquor- my god

— he can maintain steady conversations and you would never know he was drunk, except for the slight wobble in his steps

— he also stops filtering what he says and becomes weirdly honest

— the downside is he barely remembers what happens the next day

— "Hey, y/n!" He skips into your apartment like nothing; it's these days at 2 in the morning that you forget why you bothered to give him a set of keys.

"Sero - it's past midnight!"

"Yeah," he rolls his eyes, "why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

He actually sits and talks to you for a really long time before he finally slips up and-

"Wait - Hanta, are you drunk?"

"What, you'd think I'd randomly drop into your house in the dead of night on a normal day?"

"Well, I mean - you're you!"

He thinks about it, "touché."

SHINSO HITOSHI.

— creepy quiet. like you think he's quiet normally? get ready suckers

— a man of many actions - becomes a lot more expressive when he's drunk

— scratches the dilf™️ stubble out of drunken habit

— it's so funny wtf

— HE DOESNT REMEMBER ANYTHING THE NEXT DAY

— lowkey he gets possessive

— "Yeah! So, then I tried going to-" you stop abruptly, feeling something warm squeeze your arm. "-'toshi? What're you doing?"

Without a word, he tries to pull you away from your friend.

"Wait, wait - sorry!" You shrug at them and follow the purple haired man, "Hitoshi, what are you doing?"

"Come."

— he doesn't know where he's going either lmao

— tells you to talk, he wants to converse but at the moment he's physically incapable of saying more than a couple sentences

— WILL answer any questions you ask him [get those secrets 😩/j]

— "So, did you pull me away because you were jealous, Hitoshi?"

He purses his lips. "Mhm... can't say."

"Yes you can! I'm trustworthy," you nod knowingly.

"Fine."

"So?" You urge.

"I... I..." he falls asleep. Passes out, whatever ya wanna call it.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #hanta sero #sero x reader #shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader #🛒 ; main aisles

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 years ago

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Tim’s writing is a weird mix of printing and cursive (he gets lazy and doesn't wanna lift his pencil). It's hella slanted and fairly neat. Still, his writing is hard to read at a glance and that's how he likes it dammit (nosey mfs are everywhere👀)

Angela’s writing, and I am being incredibly biased because I love her, looks like freaking calligraphy 94% of the time. Otherwise, her letters are always really long and flowy. I feel like she’d have the occasional doodle in the corner. She stopped dotting her I’s with hearts when she was ten and Tim made fun of her, now she makes sure the hearts are MASSIVE when she leaves him a note.

Curly’s looks like you tried to teach a radioactive iguana how to write and failed miserably. Because of this, Ponyboy keeps Curly’s head in his lap and writes all his essays for him.

Curly has all the right ideas, ok?? Buddy just can't get them out right :(

LOVE YOU VERY MUCH MARSH💅

Darry: writes hard as FUCK like everytime he writes the table is shaking like theres an earthquake and GOD forbid hes trying to erase something, BUT his handwriting is still neat, its always in cursive, and its slanted, when he writes his eyebrows furrow automatically

Soda: hes still trying to figure out his handwriting, it just changes a lot, but some aspects of them stay the same, theres always a lil doodle, like a poorly drawn realistic eye or a cartoon horse and a carton of milk, and the letters r kinda bubbly, and he cant write in cursive, well he can it just looks a bit messy, some teachers ask him to stay after class so he can read what he wrote bc they cant read it and sometimes he straight up goes “damn i cant even read that either”, then there r times where his handwriting COMPLETELY changes bc he just wants to hurry it up and stop writing, when he writes his tongue is sticking out a bit and hes mouthing the words hes writing

Pony: his handwriting is a weird mix of cursive and just regular handwriting, its like hes trying to write in cursive and gives up but doesn’t wanna have a weird handwriting shift in the middle of his paper so hes trying to disguise it (if ANY of that shit made sense) , w his paper theres small sections where he just writes down random thoughts and his teachers r always like “????” cause half of them arent even remotely related to what they are learning bout, theres also some doodles depicting what hes talking about or there r just random doodles in general, when he writes hes like reacting to what he wrote, like sometimes he takes a step back to reread his sentence and his face is literally like “bro wtf????” cause he cant even get what hes trying to say and its the cutest and funniest thing ever

jesus christ this is a fucking essay im not rereading

BUT THANK U THANK U love u too bro🛐🛐

#ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #purly #tim shepard #angela shepard #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #the shepards #the curtis brothers #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs

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bread--quest · 2 years ago

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ok so i want to post my observations/stories about my coworkers but obviously i don't want to dox them but also i can't just keep saying "my coworker" because a) that makes it sound like theres only one which would get confusing and b) what if theres multiple of them in a story. so i thought it over and decided the most simple american way was to rank them all by how much i like them and refer to them as such. if you are interested in hearing stories of my fun job adventures it will be helpful for you to internalize the following list:

coworker #1 (they/them): my favorite one. fellow intern. they're really cool. they taught me how to play speed (card game) and used they/them pronouns for me and lied to our boss once (told her we were talking about intern projects when we had actually been discussing ofmd). they have a tumblr and are really good at fashion. i have a crush on them and i hope they never find this post love and light

coworker #2 (she/her): also an intern! was on myspace right before it died and also on neopets. this garners her more respect from me then almost any of my actually older coworkers. from florida which is one point not in her favor but it's chill. i introduced her to picrew yesterday and she loved it

coworker #3 (he/him): one of the interpreters/tour guides. i thought he was like mid to late twenties until yesterday but he's actually 18 it's just that he has an entire beard and the manner and bearing of a camp counselor. anyway he's really nice and fun to talk to

coworker #4 (she/her): like the second-in-command after my boss kinda. she's pretty cool, comes around to check on everyone. wears sunglasses even though she doesn't seem like a person to wear sunglasses but she makes it work

coworker #5 (she/her): another of the interpreters. she's the youngest person here but very capable. she seems cool

coworker #6 (she/her): probably the oldest person here? she's really cool, talks for a bit too long sometimes but y'know she has a lot to talk about so i don't mind.

coworker #7 (she/her): older woman. seems nice

coworker #8 (she/her): my school librarian which is awkward. she keeps asking me about school stuff and im like im sorry School Sonder isnt here right now this is Work Sonder please call back later

coworker #9 (she/her): older woman. new here. very nervous about being new here. keeps making other people do a certain demonstration for her because she's not confident in it. i keep trying to explain the concept of "fake it (confidence) till you make it (through the demonstration)" to her but its not working

coworker #10 (he/him): a young adult with the energy of a teen boy who has just entered puberty. doesn't seem to have a sense of what's appropriate for what conversations always. funny in a "i would like to study him" kind of way

coworker #11 (he/him): middle-aged guy who talks a LOT about boats. has a lot of opinions on boats. may be from massachusetts. keeps trying to make suggestions to make our tours be more accurate (read: have more details about boats). his main redeeming quality is that he seems to have some level of self-awareness about the fact that he talks way too much about boats but he is making no effort to change this

my boss (she/her): separate from the others because she's my boss. she's pretty nice and i like her but i'm a little scared of her in the way youre scared of authority figures who you both want and need to like you. sometimes she assigns me projects and then forgets about them entirely which is honestly kind of relatable

archivist (she/her): on the same level as my boss but not actually my boss because i don't work in the archives so i'm not intimidated by her. very nice. likes doctor who. sometimes she stops talking mid-sentence and stares blankly ahead for like 10 seconds before resuming her sentence. i don't think anyone at this museum is neurotypical

#jobder #< will be my job stories/coworker observations tag so you can block it if you wish #listen these are basically the only people aside from my family im seeing all summer #im GONNA find them interesting #upd8z #i hope to god none of them ever find this lmao #and also that i didnt put any too revealing information in the post

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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SAW THAT DRUNK FLUFFY HEADCANNON. NOW DO A ANGST SMUT VERSION OF IT OR WHATEVER SIS. LEZ GET ETTTT SKRRTSKRTTTTT

Please. 🥺

LEZ GET IIIIIIIIIIT SKRTSKRT (I CANT)

some of these are both smut/angst and others only smut or only angst OK? ok

SMUT AND ANGST VERSION WOOP now we’re talking bby

warning; SMUT/ANGST. gn!reader x skz. subxdom, use of alcohol, sex under influence, minor injuries, penetrative sex, degradation, punishment, nicknames, choking, mentions of blood, slight dacryphilia, mentions of tobacco

Bangchan

he’s more pouty but seeing you with scraped knees makes him mad

mad because he cares so much about you

“y/n you’re being stupid”

you fall into his arms, just as mad back at it

“if im so stupid then leave”

he looks at you, dumbfounded but then mad

“fine, then i’ll leave” he says, clearly hurt by your words but holding tightly to his pride, storming off.

as the door closes you panic, feeling lonely and paranoid at the same time

you never really being good with alcohol anyways

so him leaving you in this vulnerable state made you feel,,, bad :((

you run after him and eventually catch up

right as you get to him you stumble, scraping your knee and your hand

he turned around quickly, filled with worry but also pure rage

“you’re so stupid y/n” he says leaning down and looking you into your glossy eyes

“h-help me channie” you say, your voice frail

he sighes, picking you up and the two of you going back home

Minho

be scared be real fucking scared

you aint walking for a week nuh uh

fucks you DEEP

deeper than ever

boy is mad as fuck, he just lashes out on you for being so stupid as to walk home alone in the middle of the night.

he complains and scolds you whilst he’s railing you oop

“fucking stupid, walking like that all alone”

you are practically crying underneath him, not sure if it’s from him scolding you or from how DEEP this man goes

pounding some sense into you LMAO

lots of choking OOF

denying your orgasm until you’re crying

“yeah thats right, cry for me” (lmao cue twice)

NAH BUT A SWEETHEART AFTERWARDS I PROMISE

Changbin

“what if you get injured y/n?” he says, holding your hand on your way home

“i didn’t!” you say confidently

“then whats that?” he says, pointing at your bleeding knees

“n-nothing” you say, limping forward

“should listen to me more” he says quickly, puffing his cheeks in frustration

“i do listen, just,,, just let me have f-fun!” your head spinning.

“but thats not having fun y/n, thats called being stupid and destroying your health” he spits on the ground

“alright then let me, not like it’s affecting you in any way” you slur out, changbin looking at you through hooded eyes as he exhales loudly

“maybe if you’d stop being drunk all the time you’d actually see how it is effecting me” he says, letting go of your hand causing you to stumble over your own legs

you hit the cold concrete in the dark as he walks home

“come back when you’ve thought about your actions”

Hyunjin

he paces back and forward in the hallway, waiting for you

the door creaks open and you, looking like a mess, appear infront of him

“where were you? i was worried sick y/n! you cant just do-”

“shush,,, i want a,, a hug” you stammer out, getting closer to him and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol

he pushes you away, glaring at you through dark eyes

“do you even care about me?”

you tilt your head, feeling more unstable for every second that goes by.

“of course hyunnie!” you smile lazily at him

but he’s not buying any of it

i feel like he holds grudges for a long time??? idk just me??

“i’ll sleep on the couch, dont come close to me”

bruh his voice and tone is so cold, it send shivers down your spine

you nod, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes.

Jisung

“im not helping you!” jisung says, you rubbing your thighs together, always feeling needy when drunk

“pl-please sungie, i-i wont drink ever again i-if you help,,, me”

he cocks his eyebrow at you, licking the inside of his cheek

“mhm.. you think im stupid enough to fall for that? what do you really think of me babygirl/babyboy”

you scratch the back of your head, not knowing what to answer

“y-you fell for it last time~”

he scoffs, pissed at the fact that you came stumbling through the door in the middle of the night

him waiting for you and being filled sick with worry

he leans closer to your ear, feeling the smell of liquor

“why should i help you? sluts like you dont deserve me”

you whine at his words, not helping with your neediness

“please,, jisung i,, just help me!” you were started to get pouty to which he chuckles

“beg nicely”

Felix

“where were you”

his voice is like LOW low

he sits with his legs spread apart

bruh his gaze?!??”! its like black, just blank

you try to ignore him, shuffling around awkwardly but only stumbling from being drunk

“sit” he pats his lap you gulp, having no other choice but to listen

you sit down on his lap

your eyes are running all over the room, looking everywhere but at felix

“was my slut out drinking?”

BRUH YOU JUST STARE AT HIM

he only says that when he’s mad, ONLY

so now you’re scared but you nod, barely having your eyes open

he hums, his voice vibrating through your ears

“you agree, you’re a slut?”

you nod again and before you know it theres a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you feel even more lightheaded.

his mouth gets close to your ear

his warm breath desending down your cheek

“dont make me do this kitten”

Seungmin

frustrated

he gets a call from one of your friends that tell you that you’re passed out on the street

he picks you up, you barely standing on your own two legs and the entire way home he didnt say a word

as soon as the door to your home closes he starts yelling at you

“dont you have any thoughts in that dumb head of yours?”

you start tearing up from his loud and stern voice, leaning against a wall.

“i-im sorry minnie”

that being the only sentence he understood, the rest sounding more like blabbering

“are you really sorry y/n, are you??!”

“y-yes,,, just tired~”

without saying anything more he grabs his jacket and leaves

slamming the door behind him

at first you dont understand but then the silence takes over, leaving you wrapped with a lonely blanket as tranquility

“m-minnie?” you call out as if he was still there but being met by nothing but pure silence

you slide down against the wall, crying as seungmin peeks through the door, feeling bad for making you cry

Jeongin

“enough”

he grabs the bottle from your hand, placing it beside him as the two of you were drinking at home.

“but whyyy?~ we were just getting started innie~”

he looks at you with a puzzled expression

your cheeks flaming hot and your eyes drooping down

“cant you just stop y/n?”

you meet his brown eyes, not understanding what he meant

“hm? whatchu mean~?

he sighs loudly, seeing you roll around on the floor

“why can’t you just control yourself? why do i always have to take care of you?”

you laugh, your thoughts gone with the wind

“thats funny innie!”

poor boy gets frustrated and lays down, hovering above you

“is it funny if i do this?”

he kisses you, slowly trailing his fingertips downwards

OK I HAVE ONE REQUEST LEFT IN MY INBOX SO GOTTA DO THAT!! and after that im gonna start posting/working more on fics even though... i feel shit about writing fics because they never turn out that good huh.... AH WELL at least im trying T-T

hard/soft thoughts are always welcome ><

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cupidhaos · 4 years ago

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playgrounds and first kisses

pairing: cha eunwoo x reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: fluff, slice of life, first kisses, childhood friends

summary: we go back to the time that eunwoo realizes his feelings for y/n go beyond platonic

warnings: none

a/n: it has came to my realizations that you could probably read these little fics without having to read my series and honestly if you think these are cute and like them you’re most likely gonna get ur heartbroken if u read the series LMAO also kudos to those who remember the original title :P

[part of my What is Love? series]

eunwoo was thirteen at the time that he had moved into mingyu and y/n’s neighborhood - his house right up the street from where the two of them had lived side by side. he came right in time as the summer quarter was just about to start up, transferring into the nearby middle school.

eunwoo’s first encounter with mingyu can be described with one word: wholesome. once eunwoo and his family had settled in, the kim’s had decided to take a visit to their neighbors to greet them. the young boy stood behind his mother as she talked to mrs.kim. mingyu stood next to his mother as he tried to get a better look at the other. his shyness got the best of him though as he inched more and more out of view.

“mingyu! don’t be rude and introduce yourself!” his mother scolded with a smack on the head. mingyu winced at the action but quickly recovered. a toothy smile spread across his face as he stuck out a hand towards the other young boy.

“i’m kim mingyu!” he greets, the atmosphere around them lightening up. eunwoo moves into frame and shyly takes his hand with a nervous smile “cha eunwoo” and right as he took his hand - mingyu began rambling on and on about this new video game that he bought and that was when eunwoo knew that they were gonna be good friends.

two weeks past after their initial greeting and the two of them got along greatly. they would both constantly be hanging out together and playing video games. occasionally inviting some of mingyu’s other friends that he had known also. it was a hot summer day where eunwoo had met the person that would captivate all thoughts in his mind for the next five years. the two middle school boys were playing video games in mingyu’s room when mrs.kim yelled for mingyu. the younger boy just waved her off as he concentrated hard on leveling up.

“mingyu! go greet y/n! they just came back from their trip!” his mom yelled from downstairs, but it seems as if mingyu was too zoned onto his game to even acknowledge what she had said. eunwoo looks up curiously from his own device at the sound of a new name “y/n? who’s y/n?”

it wasn’t until the sound of the doorbell ringing and hurried footsteps up the stairs that eunwoo would soon figure out the identity of the mystery person. the door to mingyu’s room slams open, causing both of the boys to jump in their spots. the sound indicating ‘game over’ was heard loudly on mingyu’s gameboy as he groans loudly.

the person standing at the door wore an annoyed look on their face as they carried a paper bag in their hand. they huffed angrily where they were standing and crossed their arms “you jerk! you didn’t even bothered to say hi!”

mingyu just rolls his eyes and grabs his gameboy again “i was busy. besides i didn’t want-”

he was cut off as they threw the paper bag towards mingyu’s forehead, resulting in a large ‘thunk’ noise to echo throughout the room. mingyu quickly grabs his forehead in pain, rubbing the targeted area as he tries to soothe himself. “what the hell!”

“i even got you a souvenir you ungrateful jerk!”

“what even is that!”

they stand proudly with a smile on their face and place their hands on both of their hips. “its a volcanic rock from jeju! do you like it?”

eunwoo watches the scene lay out in front of him from where he sat on the floor by the closet door. he was pretty sure that this person was the ‘y/n’ that mingyu’s mom was talking about just moments before. he was also pretty sure she didn’t even see him in the room.

“you threw a rock at my face! you’re gonna give me a concussion!” mingyu grumbles as he still holds his forehead in pain. y/n doesn’t even acknowledge what he says as she goes to throw her arms around his neck, a smile so big on her face that eunwoo was worried it hurt.

“you missed me didn’t you! theres no need to lie gyu just admit it!” she cheerfully states and eunwoo nearly missed the blush that covered mingyu’s embarrassed face. “get off! you stink!” mingyu huffs as he shoves y/n off of him.

y/n lands on the floor - a pout on her lips as she crosses her arms. it was then that she noticed the other person in the room. the two finally make eye contact and y/n feels her face heat up. “mingyu! you never told me you had someone else over!”

the young boy just rolls his eyes at her though as he picks up his fallen gameboy. “you never gave me a chance to talk idiot! besides, you just showed up here unannounced!”

she just gives him a glare before turning back to eunwoo. she gives him a bright smile before extending out her arm just like how mingyu did when they first met. “i’m y/n! i live right next door! did you just move here?”

eunwoo nods shly in response to her question as he reached out to grab her hand. he couldn’t ignore the warm feeling he got in his stomach when their hands made contact. y/n glances down at the gameboy in his lap and gasps, moving to sit next to him.

as y/n leaned over his shoulder, asking millions of questions - eunwoo could feel his ears heat up at how close she was sitting next to him. he was also able to feel the stare he was getting from mingyu who sat on the bed, trying not to make it obvious he was looking at the two of them.

months pass by and eunwoo settles in nicely at their school. he became closer to y/n and mingyu along with making more and more friends despite his shy persona. soon enough two years passes by just like that and he was already fifteen.

now y/n wasn’t an idiot. she knew that her friends were attractive and popular, having their club full of admirers. people constantly coming up to y/n, asking if she was able to put a word or two in to one of her friends. but she had always looked past their looks and treated them normally despite so many of her other classmates putting them on such a high pedestal.

the day eunwoo knew that what he felt for y/n went beyond friendship was a day he would never forget. his girlfriend at the time had just broke up with him. he asked to meet up with her at the nearby park and told her the truth of how he really felt.

“i really do like you i do.. but i don’t know if they’re romantic”

sure he could’ve probably phrased his sentence a lot better but i mean he was fourteen. she kept urging him to kiss her but he refused - saying he didn’t feel as if he should be kissing someone that he didn’t really care for. again - could’ve phrased things a lot better.

so there he was, sitting on the swing alone after his now ex girlfriend slapped him in the face and stormed off. it was a warm day in july and the sun was slowly setting behind him. he was lost in thought, he didn’t know what romantic feelings really felt like. i mean that was his first girlfriend how was he supposed to know?

he didn’t snap out of his thoughts until he heard someone sitting on the swing next to him. he lifts up his head slowly and meets eyes with y/n who softly smiled back at him, gently swung her legs back and forth as she sat next to him.

“whats got you all mopey? your girlfriend dump you or something?” she teases. but to her surprise eunwoo just solemnly nods and y/n feels her eyes widened. “she did. then she slapped me because i told her i wouldn’t kiss her.”

y/n stops her movements as she stares at eunwoo - her mouth agape. “what?! what happened! i thought things were going well with you two! you said you liked her!” eunwoo nods again and turns to look in front of him. “i did… she was really nice but i think she only liked me for my looks and not really for my personality. in all honesty i only went out with her because jungkook and yugyeom kept teasing me for not accepting any of my confessions”

eunwoo looks down. he wasn’t sure why but the thought of people only liking him for his looks hurt. he only accepted the confession because he kinda liked her - he thinks. he wasn’t sure how to define liking someone.

“i told her i wanted to kiss someone that was special to me. she took a lot of offense to that.” he adds on with a nervous laugh. he rubs the back of his neck and looks up to see y/n with an angry expression on her face.

“she shouldn’t be pressuring you like that! and only liking you for your looks?! thats so shallow! she should like you because of how nice and funny you are! and how cool but lame you can be. you have so many good qualities other than your face dongmin!” y/n huffs. he feels his eyes widen and watch as crosses her arms. eunwoo sits in shock for a moment before bursting out laughing.

y/n gives him a look of confusion as he covers his mouth to try and stop laughing. “did i - did i say something funny?” she asks to which eunwoo just shakes his head. “no it’s just - you’re getting so worked up on behalf of me and-”

“well that’s because i care about you!” she interrupts, causing eunwoo’s laughter to come to a halt. “i’m not just gonna let someone slap you for not liking them back and only being interested in your looks when theres so many good things about you!” and eunwoo hoped that she wasn’t able to see how red his face was right now. the shocked expression on his face slowly morphs into a soft smile though.

“thank you y/n. i honestly was thinking about kissing her though just so i could get it over with… that does seem a bit shallow of me so i wanted to tell her how i felt.” eunwoo confesses.

“are you dumb? even if it is your first kiss it shouldn’t be something forced!” she states and eunwoo nods at her statement.

“i know i know… i just… want to get my first kiss over you know? but i also want to do it with someone that i care about. i mean i just want to know what it’s like okay! i’m curious thats all.” he admits and its quiet between the two of them for awhile. the air began to feel a bit stuffy as if there were words being unspoken. it wasn’t until y/n spoke up that the silence was finally broken.

“do you really want your first kiss that bad?” she quietly asks, staring at her feet beneath her. eunwoo looks up at the question, almost not hearing her. before he can even answer - y/n takes in a deep breath before looking up to meet his eyes “kiss me then!”

eunwoo feels his heart stop at her words. his face felt as if he was burning. y/n’s face filled with embarrassment and she covered her face with her hands “or don’t! just act as if i didn’t say anything!”

“huh?” was all eunwoo could muster up. his brain stopping as he basically malfunctions.

“you said you wanted your first kiss really badly and wanted to do it with someone you cared about and i care about you and you care about me and we’re both friends and its just a kiss and-”

“okay”

“..huh?”

“okay. i’ll kiss you.”

y/n peeks through her fingers and tries to see if he was lying. slowly removing her hands from her face. she gulps and nods nervously. “okay then. but we’re just doing this as friends okay!” eunwoo nods in agreement - his heart picking up his pace. was this what it felt like to genuinely like someone?

y/n closes her eyes and eunwoo couldn’t help but be in awe at the way the sunset looked from behind her. it formed her outline perfectly and he couldn’t help but feel his hands start to sweat. no one ever making him feel this way before. he also closes his eyes and leans in from the swing that he sat on.

the kiss was short and chaste. but it still made eunwoo’s heart feel as if it would burst at that moment. was this the feeling he was looking for? was this what it felt like to be in love? he always knew that he cared for y/n, but never realized that it was the different type of care that he had for her than from the rest of his friends.

once the two of them pulled away, they both opened their eyes simultaneously. eunwoo froze from where he sat, unable to look away from her. all he knew was that this was a moment that would never leave his mind as the days go by.

y/n covers her face once again, turning to look away from him. she stands up quickly and turns back towards him with an embarrassed look on her face “if you tell anyone about this you’re dead!” she threatens running off. all eunwoo could do was nod dumbly as he tried to calm his racing heart.

it was then that he realized that he’s probably always felt this way for y/n. since the very first day that they met, he always wanted her to smile at him. the feeling that he gets when the two of them together is a feeling reserved only for her. he never thought about it before nor did he ever realized - but was this the feeling of love?

eunwoo couldn’t have asked for a more memorable first kiss.

moments of love masterlist

#what is love? au #cha eunwoo #eunwoo x reader #dongmin x reader #eunwoo imagine #lee dongmin #eunwoo #astro imagines #astro scenarios

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