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daydreamingmia · 7 months ago

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Walker Scobell X Reader I Series | You Belong With Me 🔱 Part 24

A WHOLE LAND?! 🌊🏰 Part 3 🩵

You were hiding backstage. The plan is to have Uncle Rick cut the ribbon to the land then you, Walker, Dior, Aryan and Charlie are gonna hide in the rides. You'll pose as animatronics then start talking and everyone is gonna freak out!

"Attention all guests! When you entered the park today you were handed a scavenger hunt map. It is now time to use it! Follow the blue arrows to find the lightning bolt- I mean treasure." You hear the announcer say

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It was about 20 minutes later...

There was a huge crowd outside of the entrance. One of the cast members was live-streaming it so you guys could see.

Uncle Rick walks into front of the entrance and you can see the crowd processing what they are seeing. They must've figured it out because suddenly the screaming was so loud it almost hurt your ears.

"Thank you! You know when I wrote this book I didn't think it would become what it is today. With an amazing cast and crew my idea was brought to life...not only on pages but on the screen. I would like to thank each and everyone one of you for all of your support. As a token of my appreciation I hereby open this new land for all of you halfbloods." He says as he grabs a huge pair of scirrors and cuts a ribbon which causes the curtain to fall.

"Camp halfblood is now open!" He exclaims as as the crowd runs inside

You look at Walker and smile

"Ready to brave the storm my seaweed brain?" you say as he smiles back at you

"Are you ready wise girl?" He smirks as he kisses you

The two of you hold hands and take the underground tunnels to the ride.

First ride opening is the Tunnel o love

There were cameras placed around the rides because Disneyland is gonna post the videos later

You sit in the boat where the animatronics usually are

"So like should we move weird and try to look like we are animatronics?" Walker asks

"Omg yes! I love that!" You squeal

"The first boat is coming" you hear someone say on the walkie talkie (haha Walkie has a walkie talkie...yes i have the sense of humor of a 5 year old😂)

You see the guests float in...wow the first guests on this ride EVER!

"I think I've seen this before...maybe in an orthodontist's office?" Walker says movie like an animatronic

When they see the two of you they scream...VERY LOUDLY

"Walker is so cute! Even as a robot" one of the many girls blush

"Hey! He's taken!" You jokingly yell

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!" She squeals

"We love you too" you smile back at her

"Enjoying the ride?" Walker asks

"YES!! OMG ITS AMAZING!!" Another girl gasps

"I'm glad you like it" you smile

2nd guest

"Omg they look so real!" A little girl says

"Would you like a picture angel?" You smile and look at her as she just stares

"Hi" you smile and wave

3rd guest

Nobody was talking just taking pictures

"HEY NO FLASH DUDE!!" Walker yells at the guy and he almost tips the boat from jumping

He had a really nice camera so he was probably a content creator

4th guest (you are now in the golden chair room)

You stand with Walker and decided to look romantically into each other's eyes

"Awww that's so sweet" someone says

"I'm sorry" you whisper to Walker

You shove him into the water (don't worry there is a hug gap between the boat and where you pushed him...like 50 feet)

You just start laughing at him as everyone just looks at you shocked

"Oh no! Now I gotta kill the witnesses too" you say with a mischievous smile as you walk towards them

5th guest

You hug Walker and look at him

He kisses you and the crowd gasps

"What? You've never seen true love's kiss before?" Walker yells as the crowd screams

6th guest

You and Walker now have lightsabers...why? Because I said so!🫵🏻

Walker was standing in the golden chair and you on the floor

"It's over Annabeth! I have the high ground!" Walker yells

You can't see behind you but you can hear squeals and see the flashes of people's phones

"You underestimate my power!" You scream back

You turn around and lunge at the boat. Just missing them you land in the water.

7th

"Avada Kedevra" you yell at Walker and point your wand-less hand at him

"That's the wrong franchise stupid girl" he rolls his eyes

"Oops" you shrug and draw a sword and point it at Walker

"Is this better?" You turn and ask the guests

8th

"You know what Percy?! I'm tired of your impertinence!" You yell at him as you draw a sword and "stab" him

A girl in the boat cries out nooooooooo!!

"What? You wanna be next?" You threaten

9th

Walker got a vest and a line attacked to him

"We will never win Annabeth!" He yells

"I find your lack of faith disturbing" you smirk as you "force choke" him

He lifts in the air as you look at the boat

Everyone is just looking at you unimpressed

"Kids today...they just don't get scared like they used to" you roll your eyes

10th

You and Walker put on Luke's shoes

They had little wings that move and everything

You were both tethered now

When the boat comes in you hear people say

"Why is there nothing in this room?"

"Percy what did you do to these shoes and why are they mad at you?!" You lectured as you descend from the roof

"I don't know" he rolls his eyes

You go flying towards the boat and just start "flying" around the room

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It was now time to play capture the flag. This show was gonna happen like 3 times a day in this land.

"You're going down kid" Dior (in character) says

"Big mouth for a girl who was defeated by a 12 year old" you smirk

The game starts!

Everyone didn't have time to choreograph a fake fight for the guests to watch so...you guys are kind of just winging it

Let's hope nobody dies🫣

"Where's your water power kelp face?" Dior taunts

"Where's your broken stick thingy?" Walker replies

Dior does her iconic scream ABCs runs towards Walker as he grabs you and uses you as a shield

"Walk-PERCY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" You scream at him

"Uhhh nothing" he says dropping you

Honestly because this fight isn't choreographed it hasn't been very epic🫣

You could probably take down everyone because of all your training for marvel and stuff but you don't wanna hurt anyone😔

Suddenly you get an idea 💡

You look at Dior and give her a look. Somehow she got it

Dior helped you train for your fight scenes. For almost everything you've been in since you've known her. You can make this fight look real!

Dior swings her sword at you and your duck backwards

You're seeing your sword back and she blocks it with her shield and hits you in the face with her shield

You stumble back

"What's the matter? Is your bark bigger than your bite?" She mocks

"It certainly isn't as big as your ego" you reply as you leg sweep her

"You see I know when I can win a fight and I know when I can't. Unfortunately for you...you keep picking fights with kids younger than you who keep beating you." You taunt back

She grumbles as you help her up

The siren goes off because you won capture the flag 😜

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"Our very own Percy Jackson cast will be answering questions! Welcome to the stage Walker Scobell! Y/F/N! Y/L/N! Aryan Simhadri! Dior Goodjohn! And Charlie Bushnell!" He announced as all of you Walker on stage and sat down

Weirdly there was an extra seat with a cover on it

"What was it like to fall in love with Walker on set?" A cute like 7 year old said in a really sweet way

The crowd just went "awwwwwhhhhh"

"It was like a book. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to fall in love so young. Let alone fall in love with my true love in a show that we are together" you answer

"Have you started filming yet?" Another asked

"Well we haven't started filming yet but we have started rehearsals in Canada" Walker answered

"So you flew here from Canada?" Another girl asked

"Yes we did" you smile

"Do you have a favorite character?" Another asked

"Well I'm a little biased I gotta say Annabeth" you reply

"Well I'm pretty awesome. But the nails digging into my arm tells me I gotta say annabeth too" Walker jokes

"I guess you're a wise boy now" you wink at him

"Do you know who will be joining the cast next season?" A boy asks

"No not yet" Aryan replies

"What was the first time someone recognized you?" A girl dressed as Annabeth asks

"Like from Percy Jackson or like ever?" Dior asks

"Ever" she replied

"I was at a grocery store and I was really confused because I thought I knew the guy but I didn't" Aryan laughed

"I think I was out with my sister and a few girls were pointing at me and one screamed look y/n's boyfriend!" Walker jokes

"I was actually at universal studios...Disney please don't kill me! But yeah I was at universal studios and my mom and sister were in the line with me and a little girl...I think she was like 5? And she ran up to me and just wrapped me in a hug and it just melted me " you smile

"I was-" Dior gets interpreted

"I am interrupting with Q&A with a special guest with exciting news! Ladies and gentleman Rick Riordan!" The guy announced as the crowd went wild

Uncle Rick joined you on stage with a mic in hand

"Thank you! Thank you! I am pleased to have a little surprise for you all." Uncle Rick smiled

"So nobody knows the new cast members of Percy Jackson are...not even our Walker or y/n NOBODY. I am thrilled to announce one of the most exciting characters for this season. Ladies and gentlemen our very own Thalia will be played by the very talented and creative young lady Leah Sava Jeffries!" He exclaimed as the crown goes absolutely insane

A girl around your height and age walks on stage and joins you

"Hello I'm Leah and I just wanna say I'm so honored that to be chosen for this role. I love Percy Jackson so much! I'm trying really hard not to fan girl up here! I've actually never met y/n or Walker or any of you and I just wanna say I'm a HUGE fan of all of you! This is truly a dream come true and I can't thank you enough" she says as she turns and walks over to the 5 of you

"I seriously love your music and your movies so much! Your last album is literally am I listen to now!" Leah says as you hug her

"Awww thank you so much! I'm so excited to get to know you! I just know we are going to be best friends!" You smile

"Young Mr. Deadpool" Leah salutes Walker

"He wishes" you laugh

"I am young Deadpool!" Walker whines

"In your dreams kid" you reply

Leah hugs everyone and uncle Rick uncovers the chair that says Thalia

—

You all go back to your hotel room

You and Dior pull Leah into your room and close the door

"Okay so I think you should know what's about to go down" you giggle

"Ooooo!! What?" Leah asks

"I'm gonna pull a prank on Walker. So we are all gonna be hanging out in the living room watching a movie. about an hour I'm gonna come out of my room screaming saying THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!! GRAB EVERYTHING AND GO!! I'm gonna put my phone and Dior's phone to record his reaction. Now I'm hoping he will PANIC...I know I'm mean but he's mean too. You'll get used to us trust me Leah. But I thought we should tell you so you don't freak out. I promise nobody is after us okay?" You smile

"Omg that's so funny! Wait...does anyone else know besides the three of us?" Leah asks

"Nope" Dior replies mischievously

"Alright I'm ready" Leah salutes

"Oh and one more thing...can I trust you to be on my team? I need you against Walker with me constantly!" You giggle

"Duh!" She replies

"I thought so" you smile and hug her

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You were in your room getting ready for bed

Everyone was still in the living room

"Alright. Time for chaos" you say to yourself

"WALKER!!" You scream as you open the door and he jumps up

"What wrong?!" He asks worriedly

"GRAB EVERYTHING! THEY'RE HERE! THERE'S NO TIME!! HURRY!! GRAB EVERYTHING!!" You scream and just start running around grabbing random stuff

"NOOOOOO!!! THEY'RE HERE?!" Dior jumps up and stars grabbing stuff too

"OMG WE HAVE NO TIME!!" Leah joins in

You smile subtly when you see Walker, Aryan and Charlie starting to run around after the 3 of you

"Who's here?" Aryan asks frantically

"THEY ARE HERE!! THERES NO TIME!!" You scream at him

"Honey who's here?!" Walker says stopping you

"WE HAVE TO RUN!" Leah says grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Walker before he could see it in your face

You turn and see Charlie holding a toothbrush, a seat cushion, a blanket, and

Aryan was holding the remote for the tv, his phone, a hair brush, a bowl of fruit and an almost empty glass of water

"Okay?!" Walker says as he frantically runs to his room

He immediately runs out with a picture in his hand and a suit case

"You never unpacked?!" You ask him

"No but it's handy now isn't it?" He shrugs

He then runs off to the kitchen and throws the refrigerator door open and grabs a bunch of food

You look at Dior and she's holding a curling iron, her computer and her guitar

Leah is just holding a frying pan #repunzelisaqueen

"THERE IS NO TIME FOR FOOD!!" You yell at him

"IM SORRY WHAT?! THERE IS NO TIME FOR FOOD?! WHO IS COMING?! ARE WE DYING?!" He asks shocked

"WE HAVE NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS!!" You yell at him again

You watch as he grabs a lamp, a broom, a tv, a chair...honestly I don't know hold he's carrying so much so don't ask😁👍

You can't help but start laughing

"What?" Walker asks grabbing a bag of cookies in his mouth

You fall on the floor from laughing and Dior and Leah join you

"What are they laughing at?" Aryan asks

"I don't know" Walker replies

"Bro why are you holding a tv and one chair?" Charlie asks

"I didn't wanna get bored" Walker shrugged

"Should we be scared why they are all suddenly dying of laughter?" Walker asks

"Probably" Aryan says

"Wait what about running? What about the people who are coming?!" Walker asks

"There's nobody coming" you can barely get out from laughing

"WHAT?!" Walker says as he, Aryan and Charlie all drop everything they're holding at the same exact time

"This was all fake" Dior laughs

"You've already got Leah's brain corrupted by your idiocy" walker rolls his eyes

"Girl power baby" Leah smiles

"Who did you think was after us?" You ask

"I don't know maybe you annoyed somebody and they wanted revenge" walker says as he helps you up off of the floor

"I will get revenge. When you least expect it. When you forget that we are dueling. I will win" he says mischievously

"Oh I'm so scared" you mock

"You should be" he replies

A/n: SURPRISE!! LEAH HAS JOINED THIS STORY!! Was that a good surprise or what?😜

I'm so sorry the chapter got delayed!! I am REALLY REALLY sick! IM SOOO SOO SORRY!!

(Also if there are mistakes I'm sorry😭)

I've been planing this surprise for like two weeks now and I was so sad when I couldn't write it for a while.

Sorry the prank was a little goofy! I saw it on instagram and I thought it would be a fun way of saying Leah is already on your team hehe

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS CHAPTER!! If you did please vote, comment and follow!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCH!!🫂💞💜💗💕💓💘💝💟🩷

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wuxiaphoenix · 17 days ago

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On Writing: Keep Your Disbelief Suspended

I’d read somewhere that Captain Proton’s outfit (see the ST:Voyager ep Bride of Chaotica) was based off an old black and white serial called King of the Rocketmen. Being a curious writer sort I tracked it down. It’s on YouTube, the eps are about 12 minutes long. I watched... about 2 and 1/3 of them.

Shadowy evil mad-scientist type villain using remote controls to set off explosives and steer cars over cliffs, in 1949? Eh, okay.

Same guy apparently has a kind of remote viewer that can grab real-time footage as he likes, that today we’d need multiple video cameras set up in advance and/or a drone to grab? Whatever.

Good guy has a flying rocket suit powered by a sonic engine? World of mad science, fine.

...And then we got this gem, as a plan for finding some bad guys who stole a photographic negative with a mini-picture on it. “For them to blow up that negative they’ll need one specific kind of film. I’ll call the manufacturing company and tell them to stop producing it!”

Suspension of disbelief: Spang.

Plotbunnies: Oh yeah? You and what army, pal? This is the United States of America! Free market economy! You think any company’s going to stop making a lucrative specialty market product based on one phone call?

Not to mention this shows an absolute ignorance of retail and supply chains. Even if you order a product halted right now, and every factory can be brought to a screeching halt, that doesn’t do anything about product already on the trucks and in transit. And it definitely doesn’t change the fact that if this is film meant to be purchased and currently in use, it will already be on store shelves. Seriously, read up on FDA recalls when they know a food or medicine is tainted. It’s a nightmare trying to find it all, and you have to depend a lot on informed people practicing voluntary compliance. Specialty photographic film? You’d have to not only drag it off store shelves - who would strenuously and legally object to losing a product that has nothing wrong with it - but also yank it out of every stray darkroom that had a canister Just In Case.

This is a stupid plan.

More, it’s a plan that shows the writer didn’t know how life works for someone in manufacturing, and didn’t care enough to find out.

I will believe in sonic engines and aliens from space before I’ll believe a scientific researcher - even a rich and well-connected one! - can get a product off store shelves with one phone call. And do it so effectively bad guys who want that product will be forced to find it at a time and place of his choosing.

There were other problems in the plot as well. Just one example, you tell someone to dive out of a car doing 50+ toward a cliff edge, when the car has a removable cloth roof and you’re wearing a rocket suit? Sigh.

But it’s the “I’ll just tell a company to stop making it!” that made me Nope out of there. It just isn’t plausible.

Think about what impossibilities you ask your readers to believe. Then think about what implausibilities you ask of them. Impossible they can wave off, but the second will sink your story faster than an iceberg to the Titanic!

#creative writing #worldbuilding #writing problems

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ironwitchau · 1 year ago

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This is kind of a pilot/proof of concept for something I wanted to mess with. Wanted to see how it goes over with people. I might upload more if any one is actually interested, so let me know.

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Fuck the Plot:

Luz walked downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The dark room she was met with was filled with bookshelves, each one had tons of books organized by genre and author. A simple counter stood between her and the dozens of books. She turned on the light and went about her daily tasks.

The place wasn't really hers. Luz merely rented the space upstairs from the owner, who also gave her a job as a cashier/ store runner. Luz owed the owner, Raven, a lot for taking the sixteen year old in, giving her a job, and a place to stay.

Once she finished wiping down the counter, she grabbed a cart full of books to reshelf. To think it was only a month ago that she found herself there. This was possibly the best job she’s had, with great pay.

Luz finished shelving the books and made her way to the front door. She flipped the sign to open and unlocked it before going back to behind the counter. She sighed as a blue see-through panel popped up before her.

[Daily Task Complete!

Raven’s nest: Prepare the store for open hours

Rewards: 50 EXP, +1 respect from early birds]

She blinked and thought the screen away. Ever since she woke up, these screens seemed to follow her. It seemed similar to a screen in a video game. Which Luz thought made sense in the world she found herself in. She hadn't noticed what really happened or where she was until she met Raven.

Raven was a demon with gray skin, violet hair, and four eyes. The top pair was a red color and the bottom the same violet as her hair. Luz was confused for a minute, sure that Raven was some cosplayer who’d gone camping for some reason. That thought went away pretty quickly when Raven pointed out the giant skull in the distance. That was when Luz realized she was in a world similar to the game ‘Titan’s Will’.

Titan’s Will was one of Luz’s favorite games. It might have been a long game, over 100 hours of gameplay, but it was well made with in-depth character arcs when the player puts in the time. The plot of the game was a magicless witch learning magic in order to beat the Big Bad. Luz was ecstatic about being in the world until she realized one thing. In order to win the game, the protagonist had to die.

She had no issue with that detail when it was just a game, but when Luz was actually at risk it seemed less great. That wasn't too big a deal when the character gets brought back, but there was another problem. More often than not, when Luz played the game, she died at least twice including the canon death.

In the game, it was pretty simple as the player could just restart the battle, but Luz had no idea if that worked for her in this game. Luz was terrified about dying before she got to the canon one with no way to revive. There was one option to Luz, just avoid the plot of the game. If the protagonist was in this world too, then it didn't matter that Luz didn't play an active role. They could use their plot armor and beat the bad guy and everything else themself.

So Luz, in the world of a game and the abilities of a gamer, spent the month hidden from the plot by working at a small bookstore that isn't even mentioned in the game. To the human, it was the perfect hiding space. She was brought out of her thoughts by the door opening.

“Welcome to Raven’s Nest.” She said only to pause at the sight of the customer. It was a teen girl around Luz’s age, maybe older, with long dyed green hair that went past her shoulders while tied up, the roots grown out enough to reveal the original brown. Her eyes a sharp, piercing gold. Luz’s throat and mouth felt unnaturally dry at that moment. ‘[Observe]!’

A new screen popped up.

[Name: Amity Blight

Species: Witch]

Fuck. it was exactly who she thought it was. Amity Blight, one of the possible love interests, one of Luz’s favorite characters, and most importantly, a plot important character. The hell was she doing in this hole-in-the-wall bookstore?

She blinked the screen away only for a new one to take its place.

[A skill has level up!

Observe: 5 → 6]

Now really wasn't the time for a skill level up. Even if it was nice that it did, Luz couldn't focus on it. She blinked that screen away too and watched Amity move around the store. This wasn't dire, the protagonist doesn't even meet Amity until after twenty minutes of gameplay. Unless you were a speedrunner, of course. But this was a pebble that could cause major ripples in her plan. The plot was sneaking up on her.

Amity placed a stack of books on the counter. She swallowed the lump in her throat and said, “Find everything alright?”

Amity hummed as Luz marked prices down to create a receipt. She said nothing about a witch fictional story hidden among the textbooks. Luz handed Amity the receipt, telling her the total. The teen left after paying and Luz slammed her head against the counter.

The fucking plot. It was catching up on her. Fuck this. Fuck the plot that would kill her if she played a part.

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #luz is trying her best #the owl house au

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pikaflute · 2 years ago

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okay i did my superball headcanons now time for my other pookie (flint paper)

older than sam and max but not by much, probably like early to mid 50s

divorced twice, it's fine though

trained in like martial arts, i think he should be allowed to throw people around more (normal)

actually enjoys sam and max company. partially because he is insane but also because they're funny to him. like haha you boys throwing anvils on people? that's good love is love

he likes men and women. thats my truth. we will ship superball with him if its the last thing i fucking do!!!!

probably gets love letters from ladies and men who he helped on cases or flirted with to get info. and also max. a majority of them are from max. he can tell because they're misspelled

i think he needs to be hairy. for my sake. i also don't think he shaves. again im normal. normal poster

i think he had a mullet when he was younger. one day he asks for help cleaning his office and sam and max find that picture of him in college with one and they go HUH and he goes oh yeah that was me and sam and max both desire him more carnally

he does classy drinking. he has like cognac and whiskey in office and those fancy decanters but will occasionally like down a bottle of vodka

user pikaflute when she hasn't said a character is from new jersey in the past twenty minutes: hey guys i think flint paper is-

has had to get his office fixed over twenty times. the landlord hates him but flint pays his (and sam and max's cause god knows they don't pay rent) rent so far in advance he is never getting kicked out

speaking of, he's probably rich. he's good at solving cases and threatening individuals pays a lot. even though sometimes he works on a "hunch" he's always proven right.

he's an only child. thats why he's crazy.

probably knows a bunch of languages for investigating. one time max hears flint speaking french and max is like "hes going to speak french to me while in bed" and sam goes "wait in fucking line"

probably did gymnastics as a teen. explains why he's so nimble and good at fighting. AND HOT

drinks coffee but so black it's still coffee grounds. he orders this from (girl) stinky all the time and she's like "im throwing this pot at you" and he's like "good! i need a pick me up!"

he did modeling at one point on his life on the side before becoming a full time investigator. if sam and max ever find those shoots they're going to fucking die

when sam and max were first moving in, flint did an entire background search on them and when he met them for the first time he told him everything he found out and sam and max both fell in love with him instantly.

one time he works on a case with sam and max and it causes so much property damage that the three of them are permanently banned from staten island

cannot cook to save his life. he asked sam if spaghetti is supposed to be black and sam was like "i....maybe not."

very good with kids surprisingly. he babysits for sam and max and asks geek if she wants like water or anything while he beats a guy up and she's like "i'm....good."

one time when sam and max actually did their job and brought a criminal into jail they saw flint in there and he was in the process of breaking out and he's like "hey boys! can you unlock the door for me?" and they both went "anything for you."

he 100% knows sam and max want him so bad it's not even funny. it's flattering to him

he doesn't drive. he just walks to places and somehow gets there faster than a car

also has a tattoo somewhere, probably on his back. i don't know of what, i'm just homo okay?

listens to jazz mainly. it fits the noir aesthetic. his office reeks of cigarettes.

[walks up to the mic] sock garters [everyone cheers]

he's autistic and he stims by shooting and beating people up. I'm only like half joking

i think hes shorter than superball by like an inch. so 5'8

i don't think he's played a video game since the 90s. he's a light gun shooter master though.

i also don't think he knows anything about modern pop culture at all. half the shit max says to him might as well be in a different language

sleeps naked cause he's Like That

doesnt like horror movies. they just make him angry and upset

#sam and max

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chaoticoctopi · 5 months ago

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Listening to an episode of Radiolab called How to Save a Life. And thinking about how very thankful I am that I've had access to regular first aid/CPR classes for the last *20 years* through my work.

There are people in my building who go out on survey vessels every year, and so at least two people became actual certified *instructors* so we could had yearly classes without even having to host an outside person to teach. And even though I don't go out on boats, they throw the classes open to everyone in the building.

I've done the old school compressions-and-breaths on dummies so many times now, and the updated compressions-only/hands-only system as well. I've had a chance to get that movement and rhythm into my bones, to feel how exhausted you get after only 2 minutes so I'm ready and not surprised by it. I've seen all the videos of wacky staged workplace injury hijinks so many times. Even though I'm a theater person and being loud and bossy isn't scary to me, I still take comfort in the rehearsal - "YOU! Call 911! YOU! Get the first aid kit..!"

There was a season where everyone seemed to be pregnant at my workplace. The guys brought in *infant rescussi-annies* for us. No babies would EVER be going out in a boat but they taught us how to do CPR on an infant anyway.

I forget how uncommon this is. That not everyone has had so much access to these classes - not only free for me to take, but done during *paid work time*, that the lessons begin to feel like second nature.

In the Radiolab episode, they mention that the odds of surviving a heart incident are something like 8%, because the public really just doesn't have CPR training. But in casinos the odds go up PAST 50%! There's old people! There's stress! There's a higher chance that someone is going to have a heart incident! But there's also cameras! And every worker in the place has been trained in CPR! So if you're not in a hospital, your next best place to have a heart attack is in a casino. 😂

We've all seen CPR depicted on TV. You know what it looks like, but the feel is so much different - harder, more work, and on TV it almost always results in the victim suddenly breathing again within seconds. In real life... In the Radiolab episode, they talk about a woman who did CPR on her husband for ten minutes before the EMT's arrived. Ten minutes. An eternity. And even then it took five shocks to get him back.

But he wouldn't have come back at all if she hadn't worked her ass off for those ten minutes.

If you can get yourself to a class, for the love of everything please do. And even if you can't, if you're in the wild and see someone go down - action is better than inaction. You don't even have to do *breaths*. Just interlace your hands and push hard and fast in the center of their chest. Just push. You could save a life.

...I don't really know where I'm going with this. It just brought up memories of witnessing someone totally bite it on their bike just DAYS after one of my first aid courses. No helmet, full faceplant on concrete. And me and my friend just leapt into it without thinking. I told her to hit the hazard lights and bailed out of the car before it even really stopped fully. The gal was rattled but ok. Mostly road rash. But we were able to assess the situation and keep traffic away while wrangling her, her bike and her dog. It wasn't just the theater kid in me that did that, it was the first aid classes too.

Get trained if you can. 💙

https://radiolab.org/podcast/how-to-save-a-life

#cpr #radiolab #first aid #learn cpr #how to save a life

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maguro13-2 · 1 year ago

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War of Shadow Realm ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 4 Pt.12 ~

[Final Fortress/Eggman Fleet Core]

Ashley : So much getting through. This must be our luck!

Kimial Diehl : No idea! I think we're in the core of the armada, or we're still on the flagship, Metal Sonic did had some power to control the storms.

Ashley : I hope there's only a minute to spare.

Kimial Diehl : Good thinking! Then let's hope to it!

Eggman : (piloting the Egg Emperor) : I wouldn't think so!

Kimial Diehl : Oh no!

[Break You Down - Yutaka Minobe]

Ashley : You must be the mad scientist that blew up Prison Island, right? Wait a sec, you're decoy sent by Neo Metal, aren't you?

Kimial Diehl : What a worthless sucker you are.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Oh, I find very intriguing that a maniac that blew up an island that imprisoned Shadow 50 years ago. It happened back then during the incident and after the Black Arms Invasion, The Time Eater is sending a decoy that distracted the four teams to think they won. But more importantly, Neo Metal has been using these vehicles to manipulate the heroes in order to collect data.

Ashley : You're willingly to forget all the things you did back on the island that you blew up! As much of Neo Metal's influence being the overlord himself, I am going to put up that nuisance of yours and it will be your lasts!

Sonic : Not so fast, Eggman!

[Sonic Appears - Takahito Eguchi]

Ashley : Huh?

Knuckles : We won't let you ruin the fun!

Ashley : That must be the blue blur himself!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : And brought some friends on his journey!

Sonic : Hey, I've known you guys before, you were those detectives that took the baddies and even that worm from MMORPG, if you don't mind. You're Ashley, the Ashley?

Ashley : Yeah, and you are?

Sonic : I'm Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog.

Ashley : So, I've come to apprehrend that the video game rival to the plumber has arrived to join the fight, and is also another of the Smash Fighters. Very well, we'll be useful if we stick together and defeat this monstrosity!

[Egg Emperor by Jun Senoue Plays]

Sonic : Ready for another round in that robot you're controlling!

Kimial Diehl : Time to give up your wicked ways!

Ashley : I'm putting a stop to this once and for all!

Eggman : Is that so? Hmph! Enough of this! Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Detectives! Time to meet your maker!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Let's do this!

Eggman : I'll show you what real evil is!

Ashley : So, you're lucky that we're able to fight a decoy inside that mech!

Sonic: Of course!

Ashley : Guess we sure know how to stop this mad genius! There's gotta be some kind of fire power that needs to be taken down! (The robot's fire missiles) Missiles incoming!

Tails : Let me try to deflect them! (Thundershoots Sonic and Knucles to deflect the missiles) Lucky for me that Fly-types are the only things that can take a machine down! Quick he's heading for the center!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : We'll use the power of team blast to finish him off!

"Meanwhile..."

Maka Albarn : It's so quiet over here. Nothing much that Makoto decided to help me out.

[Event : Sonic vs Shadow - Fumie Kumatani]

Spartoi Maka : Well, well, well. I'd never actually admit it that you would be sent in by the Mobian Death God, Grim. Congratulations on making it this far. I wouldn't believe that you the real one who was falsely accused of one's actions against humanity.

Maka Albarn : Right! Which is why I am needed for the real world to have a true hero like me. Born on the Planet Jupiter, I was saved by someone that I even truly met as a kid. The boy who was part human, and part Phantom, Makoto Asagiri!

Spartoi Maka : And he is the one that saved your life? That could be possibly true! I understand that this was all part of your plan to avenge the inhabitants of Earth who were attacked by Inky Albarn, the demon queen that plans on conquering the Real World. Now that I have your attention, of being so surreal, how would you even on saving your life, fates can be real challenging! So who are you, the girl who wanted to save humanity from the faces of True evil?

Maka Albarn : The girl who is going to kick their butts! I'm the one and only Maka Albarn, there is! And you will never change that fact! Time to give the Real World my courage! And I do adventures for fun!

Spartoi Maka: Wow, aren't you the girl that knows adventures that much? I see then, (the two starts sprinting) If you're really that clever for a hero that was mistaken by the likes of that imposter, I suggest that we should settle this! But in terms of this battle, the fates of your world will be their in hands, or your adventuring days are coming to an end!

Maka Albarn : Right back at ya, android! I will the avenge the people of Earth and my family as well! (scene cuts pitch black)

Maka & Makoto : (voices heard) Let the fated battle begins.

~ Sixty-Third Scene : The Final Rivalry ~

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sandman-vo · 1 year ago

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I think I’ve hit a point in my life where I’m able to put a lot of the fucked up shit that’s been going on from 2015-2022 behind me.

And since that’s a long stretch of time til now, I should mention the “fucked up” has varying degrees:

Can’t get employed after college? Fucked up

Some friends turned out to be kinda shitty? Fucked up

The fun and unique culture of the city you like is slowly dying because tech and real estate bros like to gentrify and ruin everything they touch? Fucked up

Worldwide pandemic and finding out the US has always had a fascism problem. And the best you can really do is just buck up and survive this shit? Fucked up

Your State continues to decide to do jack and shit about any of their problems concerning electricity and water and you have had 2-3 winters where you had to go 4-5 DAYS without either water or power? Fucked up (fuck February in Austin)

Existential dread paired with depression, aging to my 30s with seemingly nothing much to show for it, being broke AF while your rent was suddenly raised by 50%, realizing you probably had ADHD this whole goddamn time, and thinking every part of you is broken in some way? Fucked up

Things that are more fucked up than that that I’d still rather keep to myself than write about here? Fucked up

You finish a day at work and go straight to Home Depot to cut through 80 feet worth of 1 1/2” pvc piping into 2 and 2.5 feet segments with a hand saw to finish building your new vocal booth that you have been waiting and planning for months to make, and there’s no heckin way you’re going to cook dinner after doing all that so you go pick up some Wendy’s on the way back. And you said no mayonnaise on your double cheeseburger to the guy at the speaker TWICE and they kept you waiting at the drive through for 15 minutes just for them to finally figure out that what that really meant was to SLATHER THAT SHIT ALL OVER IT, but at the same time you understand and support the concept of acting your wage and goddamn do fast food workers get paid dogshit so you don’t think it’s all that productive to file a complaint? Fucked up

But anyways, I’m gradually making it to the other side of these things.

I’m in a place where rent isn’t trying to starve me. I’m saving LOTS of money after paychecks. I’m at least in a career-adjacent job even though I’m not mega thrilled about it (could be worse, could be fucking up someone’s goddamn double cheeseburger). I’m definitely getting together a “bucket list” for Austin while I’m still in the mindset that I’ll try to give this place at least 1 or 2 more good years before I think it will be a good time to try and move elsewhere. I’m taking shit tons of classes to refine my skills, now that I have both time and money to do so. I’m genuinely building so much better of a foundation than I had 6 years ago, which I will use as a jumping off point and give my my work from home freelance careers in Voice Acting and Video Editing new leases on life. And I recently discovered yoga nidra in a class and while it’s no cure for ADHD it’s a treatment for sure!

One of the big takeaways that I’m keeping in mind lately (thanks to the yoga) is this:

“I am whole. I’m living a full life. And while it’s not how I wanted things to be, and while there’s some fucked up shit, and while it looks nothing like how a typical life would go, none of that shit makes me a lesser/broken/incomplete person.”

This was not a part of the class. This wasn’t taught. This is just what I ended up finding after I tried to figure out the deep seeded beliefs where all of my issues stemmed from. This realization has brought such a stillness to me in the past 48 hours that I can barely describe how I feel right now. But it feels good. There are only a few other places where I could have felt this, and coincidentally, it was not during the fucked up dark timeline that was my 2015-2022.

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hintofelation99 · 4 years ago

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

——————

Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

------

Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

------

Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

------

Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

------

Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

------

Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

------

Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

------

Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

------

Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

------

Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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imjusttpeachy · 4 years ago

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the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

>>>

“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

>>>

Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse.

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door.

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings.

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

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#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband x y/n

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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Rescue Mission – Suicide Mission.

Part 2 – You can’t trust anybody.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Brainy x Reader, Eliza Danvers x Granddaughter!Reader.

Word count: 3105.

Warnings: Angst. Injuries.

Previously on the series - Part 1

You fly back to the DEO, to meet with Alex and Kelly. It’s your fault, you know, you couldn’t save Jamie, now they got her too. You get there before they do, and you go to the infirmary to see Kara. The crushing weight of your choices stare right back at your face when you look at Kara’s injured face. All of this, all of it, it’s all your fault.

You should’ve been out there with Kara when she was fighting Rao knows what. Two Kryptonians are better than one. You should’ve been aware of what was happening, and you should’ve been there to keep Lena safe from the kidnappers. You shouldn’t have left Jamie behind; you should’ve brought her to the DEO with you so she could be safe from all of this. There are so many things you should have done but didn’t.

Some superhero you are.

“I’m sorry, mommy.” You say, stroking her face wherever it is not bruised. “I know you’re hurt, but please, you have to wake up. Please. I-I don’t know where mom is, and you’re hurt, and Jamie is gone-” You can’t hold the tears back, no matter who can see you through the glass walls. “It’s all on me. And I’m just-just a kid. I know I’m your kid, but still not enough for all of this. And I’m scared and lonely. Aunt Alex will blame me, as she should, it’s my fault.” You put your forehead on the bed next to her face and reach for her hand. “It’s all my fault, I didn’t protect the most important people in the universe for me. And now-” You can’t even finish.

It’s all laid out in front of you, you are aware of how all of this is your fault. Your heart beats unsynchronized, and you feel like it wants to just stop beating. Why is this happening? Why would anyone want to destroy your family so bad? And why-why are you letting them?

“Excuse me Superkid, I need you to come with me.” You hear Brainy’s voice behind your back, and you snap your head up, aggressively cleaning your tears. You let go of Kara’s hand, not before kissing it and squeezing reassuringly, and follow him out of the infirmary and into the closest empty office.

“What is Brainy? Where is Alex and Kelly?” You ask and you see him moving uncomfortable, shifting on his feet. “What!”

“They didn’t make it here yet.” Brainy answers and you furrow your brows at the thought. “I don’t think director Danvers was who she said she was. Or maybe she was, and now isn’t. There’s a 50% chance that-”

“Brainy! What the hell are you talking about?” You ask and he slides his tablet on top of the table, and you stop it with your hands when it gets to you.

“See? That’s the Alex who picked up Kelly.” You agree with your head at the image on the tablet, still confused as to where he is going with this. “And then this Alex walks in the building a few minutes later.”

“What?” You look at the video playing in front of you. The two of them look exactly alike but are dressed in slightly different clothes. You shuffle your brain for a sentence you heard earlier. ‘Both of the Danvers have left with Jamie’s mother.’ Everyone in school knows Alex, they wouldn’t let Jamie leave with anyone else except her mothers. So, she left with one Alex, but there is another one out there.

Brainy has put both videos, side by side, so you can look at it more carefully. You weren’t paying attention to what your aunt was wearing today, but you remember she had a jacket on.

“This one is the real Alex.” You point at one of the images. “Does she have Kelly?”

Brainy looks at the video again and agrees with his head, reluctantly. “It doesn’t matter who has her. You can’t trust anybody. If there’s a shapeshifter out there, anyone could be the enemy. Maybe even in your family.”

“Are you saying it could be any of us?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he denies with his head.

“Unlikely that a shapeshifter would be able to impersonate a 12th-level intellect like me in a believable manner.” Brainy says and you shake your head in denial, throwing yourself in one chair. “Or you, I should think so. But Alex, Kelly? We don’t know.”

“Should we ask for back-up? J’onn? Nia?”

“Weren’t you listening?” He snaps at you, aggressively. “We can’t trust anybody! Also, no! We’re not bringing Nia into this!”

“Well, 12th-level intellect-” You look him up, and he stops typing on his tablet to look at you. “Where’s Lena and Jamie?”

“To that question, I still don’t have an answer.” He says, making you growl. “But fear not! Agent Dox is on the case.”

He leaves the room, and you breathe deep. You can’t trust anybody. Kara is still unconscious; Lena and Jamie have both disappeared and there’s someone out there using your aunt's face. This feels like a suicide mission. How on Earth will you find them without help?

You jolt out of the room and fly high in the sky looking for them. You fly everywhere. The entire Earth once, twice, three times. You can’t see them.

You’re up high in the sky of National City, thinking about all the alternatives that you have. You should bring the aliens to you, surrender yourself before they get to Alex, Kelly -IF they haven’t yet- and even your… GRAMM!

You fly to Midvale so fast, you only blink again when you get there. “Gramm! You home?”

“Hey sweetie!” Eliza comes to the door, and your heart seems to gain strength to beat again when you see her smile.

“It’s you!” You throw yourself in her arms, and she holds you gently.

“Yeah, it’s me.” She chuckles at the absurdity of the sentence.

“You have to go to a safe place, you-” You stop, thinking about it. Where is a safe place? The DEO? Probably not anymore. Your home? You doubt it. Even here in Midvale she is not safe, because fake Alex can show up at any time and she would go with her, unable to differentiate them. “You have to come with me.”

“Where?” Eliza steps away from you and holds your face in between her hands. “Look at you in your superhero suit all dirty and blo-” She furrows her brows when she realizes. “You’re bleeding! Come in, come in. Let me look at you.”

“Gramm, I’m not bleeding. This is not my blood.” You clench your eyes shut, holding back the tears and the guilt. “It’s Kara’s. Gramm, please. You’re not safe here, you must come with me. Please. I’ll explain everything when you’re somewhere safe.”

“Ok. I trust you, sweetheart.” Eliza says and you smile at her, before picking her up and flying to the Fortress of Solitude. You pick up the ‘key’ under the snow, and open the door, rushing Eliza in. “It’s so cold in here.”

“Wait.” You use your super speed, and, in a flash, you are before her eyes with a warm coat. She dresses in it, and you guide her somewhere she can be more comfortable -if it’s even possible to be comfortable in a place with nothing but ice-.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on and what we’re doing here?” Eliza asks and you do. You start talking and you can’t stop anymore. You tell her everything and even though her eyes are filled with worry and tears, she still holds your hands and smiles lightly at you when you’re finished. “Sweetheart, I know this feels almost impossible, and I can’t tell you how much I wish none of you were going through this, but-” She looks around and breathes in, gathering up courage. “Look where we are.”

“At the Fortress?” You ask, wondering if this is some enigma you must solve. She agrees with her head.

“Superman and Supergirl's hiding place, because they are Kryptonians who came to Earth and got superpowers.” She says, like the thought is somehow ridiculous. “Would you say they can’t solve this?”

“No.” You think about it for a second. “I mean, they are the Supers! Of course they can.” But Supergirl is right now laying in a bed under the sun on the DEO, and she can’t help. So, should you ask for Superman’s help?

“Well, you’re half Kryptonian. You have the same superpowers. You have the same hiding spot. You’re the daughter of the champion of the Earth. You wear the same crest on your chest.” Eliza taps lightly at the ‘House of El’ crest on your suit. “If they can do this, you, Superkid, can do it too.”

“But Gramm, I’m all alone. And I can’t trust anyone.” One single tear falls from your eye, and Eliza cleans it with her thumb.

“You can trust yourself.” She whispers softly. “Just listen to your heart, sweetie.”

Listen to your heart. Listen. That’s it! That’s all you need to do.

“I have to go!” You get up in one motion. “You’ll be safe here, and I’ll come back with our family. Thank you, Gramm!”

You fly out of the Fortress leaving her behind. You feel bad for leaving her alone in such a cold-lonely-place, but it’s for her own safety, so you shove this thought to the back of your mind and fly to National City.

Just listen to her heart.

You’ve been doing that since you’re ten. You know your mom’s heartbeat like the palm of your hands now. So just listen.

You hear a steady thump-thump somewhere almost out of the city, and you follow the sound like a clear signal. You land in front of a lead covered shack, and you try to even your breath, and calm your brain. This is it. This is the moment you can put a stop to this nonsense. You can save your mom, and your cousin. You can do it, this is a rescue mission, not a suicidal one.

You clench your jaw, and your fists, and focus on Lena’s heartbeat. Save her. Get her out of here. Your hands shake with anticipation and energy. You kick the door open and feel no resistance for a few seconds. Odd.

Soon you feel gunshots ricocheting on your body, and you keep walking in, unaffected. You’re in a dim-light big space. You see four guys on each side with nothing but guns shooting at you. There’s something wrong. This is almost too easy.

“Gentleman.” You say, and one of them makes a signal for them to stop shooting. “This feels like a waste of time. Are you sure we’re going through with this?”

Your answer is guns shooting at you again. Fair enough. You fly to one side, pulling the rifle out of one of the guy’s hands. You look at him, lips twitching in anger, before knocking him down with his own gun. One by one get knocked down by you, until all eight men lay blacked-out on the ground, and you find no more resistance.

You go inside exploring what it seems to be a lab. It doesn’t take long until you find Jamie tied to a chair with metal cuffs. A metal ring surrounds her head like a halo. And you notice that her eyes can't focus on anything. You break it off. Both hand cuffs, and head metal ring. And her body slumps forward, for you to hold it.

“You’re ok.” You tell her, holding her up straight. “You’re safe. I’m here. Talk to me, big-Danvers.”

“Get away from me.” Jamie fights out of your embrace with so much anger, she falls on the floor. You see her crawling away from you, so scared it makes your heart squeeze on your chest out of guilt.

“Jamie, Jamie.” You follow her, while she slumps forward like she is petrified of you. “It’s me! Your cousin. Little-Danvers!”

She shoots her head back at you at the sound of that. She blinks, still trying to decide whether you are really you. You come closer and kneel in front of her, but you don’t touch her yet.

“Is this really you?” Her hand makes way to your face, holding your jaw tight. “Are you one of them?”

“Hey, it’s me! It’s really me.” You look at her and realize her gaze is far away, and she can’t really focus on you. You look around, asking yourself who they are, and where they are. “Where’s Lena?”

“Locked up.” Jamie says slowly, dropping her head low. “Gone.”

Your heart stops at the sound of that word. She can’t. She can’t be gone. You hold her up on your side and make your way deep inside the lab. You can hear Lena’s heartbeat. She’s not gone, she is right here, and you’re going to find her.

When you find Lena, she is laying down on the floor, behind bars, like she is nothing. You put Jamie against the wall, and she stays there, unable to move. You run to Lena, breaking the bars of the cell she is in.

You kneel next to her, with horror. You look at the pool of blood around her head and terror washes over you. Your hands shake and you can’t move.

“She’s gone.” Jamie says, sliding down the wall and falling on her butt, as terrified as you are.

You wish you could move. You want to pick her up and shake her until she opens her eyes, until she says, ‘it’s ok babygirl, I’m ok’. You only notice your tears when they fall on her cheek, and your stomach twists in consternation. Is this real?

Your breath finally catches up to your lungs, and you try to stop your desperate sob so you can hear her. You heard her heartbeat, you’re not insane. Lena is alive. She has to be!

Your hands finally move, and you touch her face, she still feels warm. You drop your head, laying it on her chest, and you hear it. Her heart, her breath, her blood still cursing through her veins.

“Mom, mom, wake up.” You ask, holding her up against you. Feeling her body completely limp, like Kara’s have felt, hours ago. You look at the side of her head, there’s a long gash going down her face. You tear the fabric of her shirt and blow over with your freeze breath, putting it over her injury.

“Jamie, Jamie. I need your help. Please!” You ask your cousin, looking at the amount of blood on your hands, and legs.

“She’s gone.” Jamie says and your heart ponds against your ribs, and you want to yell. You want to tell her to shut up, she is not gone! She is right here! She’ll be fine! “And they’ll come back to take me too.”

You know who she’s talking about, the shapeshifters. You pick Lena up, throwing her floppy body over your shoulder and you make your way to Jamie, knowing well enough you can’t stay here waiting for them to show up. You hold Jamie’s waist, and like a reflex, or a body memory, she clenches her hand on your shoulder and closes her eyes knowing what is coming.

You fly out of the hiding place with both on your arms, and your heart is almost easing up when you realize you have found them. They are with you and you’re bringing them to safety, and you can care for them in the right way. But your heart beats fast again when you realize this fight is far from over. You still must come back and find your aunts. And still need to find the shapeshifters and stop them from doing anything worse.

You fly to the Fortress. Taking them inside is no easy job, but soon Eliza shows up and helps you with them. She apparently found where the coats are kept, because she comes in with a few in hand. She wraps Jamie gently close to her, and you lay Lena down, enfolding her with as many blankets as you can find.

“Gramm.” You call her and she comes closer to look at Lena. “She was bleeding, so I stopped it with my freeze breath.”

Eliza smiles at you, and nods. “You did the right thing; it will constrict the blood vessels.” She looks at you, cleaning the tears on your face. “I’ve got her now. She will be fine.”

You breathe deep trying to convince yourself this is true. It has to be true. What other alternative do you have?

“I’ll go pick up Kara.” You look at Jamie, who seems to be coming down from her shock state. “Then you’ll tell me what was going on inside that lab.”

You fly into the DEO unceremoniously and pick Kara up without anyone being able to stop you whatsoever. You’re almost out of there when you hear Brainy’s voice.

“Superkid. Alex and Kelly have appeared.” You look behind you, with Kara still unawake in your arms, but at least her body feels a little more rigid, and that must be a good sign. “They are locked up and-” He narrows his eyes at you. “Where are you taking her? She needs sunlight.”

“I’ll come back for Alex and Kelly. We still have to find the other Alex.” You look down at Kara and breathe deep. “But Supergirl comes with me.”

Brainy thinks about it for a second. You both have a stare down for what it feels like minutes, but it probably wasn’t that long until he breaks eye contact.

“How do I know you’re really you?” He asks and you raise an eyebrow.

“I could ask you the same question, but it wouldn’t matter. You said they couldn’t impersonate us, didn’t you?” You say, decisively. “My momma comes with me. Please don’t try to get in the way of that, I would hate it if I had to ensure our way out.”

“Fair enough.” He nods and you fly away, getting Kara to safety too. It’s just when she is wrapped around in blankets, lying next to Lena, with the yellow sunlight of the ‘Lena Luthor protocol’ on her, that you can breathe.

You look around your family, knowing damn well you’re still missing both of your aunts, and you know this is far from over. You know it’s been too easy. Nothing is ever this easy. Something big is coming, you can just feel it and it sends shiver down your spine.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert #superkid #eliza danvers

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erensangel444 · 4 years ago

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i think i’m falling in love

oikawa tōru x reader

the title is inspired by i think by tyler the creator :-)

this fic is oikawa x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

this would be oikawa in his last year(when he was a third-year), for this fic, the reader would also be a third-year!

a/n: i remember when i first started watching haikyū!! i had hated oikawa, and now looking back i don’t know how. he’s a beautifully written character and like actually thinking about it makes me so sad. he tries so hard and just :( i’m gonna start crying about it again.

there’s a lot of fluff in this fic, probably the most i’ve ever written, but there’s also smut cause you know your girl couldn’t resist🙄

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), drug usage(just weed, small mention), alcohol consumption, smut; semi-public sex(bathroom at a party), oral(fem and male!receiving), unprotected sex(use of the shitty pull-out method, practice safe sex don’t be a weirdo), dryhumping.

word count: 5.3k

summary: moments in oikawa tōru’s life that helped him come to the conclusion that he was in love with you.

oikawa didn’t think love was a real thing, and he knows that’s cliché, but it’s the truth. did you know that around 40-50% percent of marriages end in divorce? what’s the point in getting married if there’s only half a chance of it lasting? oikawa thought it seemed like too much work.

until he saw you, and then, maybe, he thought it might be worth it to work that hard. maybe he could understand why couples stay together despite the fights, the yelling matches. maybe he could take a stab at love.

or not. he expected you to fawn over him the first time you met, like most girls do(men too!), but you didn’t. in all honesty, you seemed bored while conversing with oikawa. you shattered his newly-born hopes of love...well maybe that’s a little dramatic, but oikawa was always one for the dramatic flair.

from that moment forward, he had deduced that he strongly disliked you, at least he had until that one day in math class. he was struggling, the equations on the pages seeming like an entirely different language. he was huffing out breaths in frustration, roughly erasing the writing his pencil had made.

he was certain he was doomed, there was a test tomorrow and this review made no sense, yet there was a glimmer of hope when he felt that light tap on his shoulder.

he looked up, meeting your eyes, all doe-like, a light blush on your cheeks as you sentence stumbled from your lips, “h-hey um it seemed like you were a little confused, um i-i could help if you’d want,”. oikawa couldn’t do anything but stare up at you, “or- or not! maybe it was rude for me to come over here, sorry-” “no, i could actually use some help,”. oikawa’s response caused a smile to show on your face, and for a split second he dreamt of making you smile like that for the rest of your life.

he brought himself back to reality, remembering his declared disdain towards you, but all of it slowly drifted away as you grabbed a chair from a nearby table, setting it down next to oikawa’s desk and sitting down. “so what’s confusing you?” you asked, your voice soft as you peered up at oikawa.

he couldn’t control the slight blush that rushed to his cheeks, calming himself down before he spoke, “well i’m confused on the variables, and i don’t understand what i’m supposed to do after setting it equal to zero, and it doesn’t help that the professor doesn’t teach for shit,” he whispered the last part, causing you to laugh a little as you grabbed the pencil from his hand.

oikawa shuddered at your laugh, and at the contact of your hand on his, even if it was for a slight moment. there was too much of you stimulating him at once, fuck, what were you doing to him?

“i know he fucking sucks,” you responded, the word slipping out of your mouth seeming so foreign to oikawa, even if he had only talked to you for a couple minutes, but he liked it, nonetheless. “okay so,” you turned oikawa’s paper slightly towards you, “after setting it equal to 0, you have factor the quadratic equation,”. your handwriting looked so neat compared to his, so delicate. he listened intently as you continued writing on the paper, your tongue slipping out to wet your lips.

after explaining it to him, he tried one at your request, the math seeming easier now, no eraser marks littering the page. after checking his answer, you grinned at oikawa, lifting your hand up. oikawa was confused for a moment, smiling after realizing, and softly high-fiving you.

oikawa started to notice you in the hallways after that day in math class. you walked through the halls not necessarily confidently, but giving off an aura of aloofness. it was almost like you thought no one was paying attention to you. ‘how could you think that?’ oikawa thought. he was paying attention, he couldn’t help but to pay attention.

not when you always carried your binder under your left arm, it slipping some times, causing a slightly shocked expression to grace your blank face as you resettled it in your arms. your tote bag slang off of your right shoulder, a light cream color. he always noticed your outfits, different for every day of the week. he always thought they were cute though, fitting for you.

he noted the rings on your fingers, the necklaces you sometimes wore. some days you had on makeup, other days you were bare-face. he thought both were equally beautiful.

after a couple days of passing you in the hall, he finally worked up the courage to wave to you. his hand softly ran through the air, his arm rigid. yet, you didn’t notice him, your eyes taken by something else. the failed greeting embarrassed oikawa immensely, he remembered beating himself up about it for the rest of the day.

when he thought about trying again, he realized he should probably just call your name. which he couldn’t remember. you had met last year, and in his memory, the entire encounter was centered around his ‘dislike’ for you. you also hadn’t told him your name in math class. he racked his brain for any memory, wanting to know the name that fit your pretty face.

in the hallway the next, day he decided he’d just yell out a ‘hey!’, hoping you’d turn to him, which you did. oikawa waved at you, a smile lighting up your face -god he could get used to that- as you waved back. oikawa couldn’t help but feel your smile for the rest of the day.

he had learned your name the next day in math class, the teacher calling on you. ‘y/n’, he almost didn’t catch the teacher say it, but he did, and he was so glad he did. lying in his bed later that night, he let the word fall off his lips, your name quietly echoing throughout his room. he couldn’t imagine calling you anything else, it fit you so well.

a couple of days later(he had waved at you every day since), you were walking in the hall with a friend. more specifically a friend who was a boy. honestly it didn’t matter their gender, oikawa would’ve been jealous either way. why were they making you smile like that, and why was your binder in their arms instead of in it’s usual spot, tucked under your left arm?

he wanted to walk in the halls with you, look down at you smiling at him. he devised a plan that night, running through the scenario in his head before he fell asleep.

the next day, he called out your name as you walked out the door of the math classroom, doing a slight jog to catch up with you. “hey, um i never got to thank you,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “for that day in math” he explained, as he continued, attempting to push down his nerves. “you really helped me,” this caused you to smile softly, and oikawa couldn’t help but smile back at you. that’s all he wanted, to make you smile.

“of course, no problem,” you had said softly. oikawa offered to walk you to your next class, and you obliged. suddenly it shifted into a daily thing, walking out of math class with you, and oikawa could get used to it.

he learned more about you every day, your favorite movie was pride and prejudice, you loved key lime pie, you had a mini-garden in your backyard, you hated shellfish, you loved painting, you never left the house without chapstick. he found himself adapting to your humor, telling jokes that he knew would make you laugh. he wanted to hear your laugh all the time, he wanted it to echo throughout his brain on a constant loop.

in math class one day, you had pulled lotion out of your bag, popping open the cap, and squirting some into your hand. upon seeing you pull it out of your bag, oikawa walked over to your desk with his hand held out, “can i have some?” his voice was light as he looked down at you, a dollop of lotion in your hand. “yeah!” you said softly, rubbing some of the lotion from your hand onto oikawa’s.

he had just expected you to give him some from the bottle, and he could walk back to his desk, happy with the small encounter. now as he walked back to his desk, he was happy, so happy, but reeling at your touch. he wanted to feel your hand on his again, he longed for it now, knowing now what it felt like. why couldn’t you just give him lotion from the bottle?

oikawa had gathered the courage to ask for your number a couple days later, and to his delight you smiled after telling him that you planned to ask him for his. the idea caused him to smile internally as he wondered if you thought about him as much as he thought about you.

the nights after he had put his number in your phone were spent texting you. he’d send you random tweets that he’d thought you’d like, and videos that reminded you of him -he wouldn’t ever tell you that, though. one night when he had decided to watch pride and prejudice, for no apparent reason, he sent you a picture, to which you replied with a picture of your hand covering your mouth, your eyes lit up. he stared at the picture for a solid five minutes, unable to tear his eyes away.

you looked so pretty, your hair up in a bun, your eyes looking up at the camera. he finally shut off his phone, turning back to the movie, excited to see you the next day.

one night, oikawa texted and asked you if you wanted to facetime. instant regret filled him after sending the text, his search history littered with ‘how to delete imessage’ ‘is there a way to delete message on iphone’. he opened the text app back up, three bubbles popping up on the screen. they disappeared shortly after, oikawa’s regret increasing.

he threw his phone down on the bed, shoving his head into his pillow as he muttered, “fuckin’ stupid, god what am i doi-”, a text message ping interrupting his self-deprecating mumbles. the text from you read, ‘hey, sorry just got out the shower, i was trying to text before but i got a fucking eyelash in my eye LMAO’ oikawa chuckled at your message, a second one popping up below, ‘lemme get dressed rq and then i’ll call u:D’.

oikawa had so many thoughts rushing through his brain. you were in the shower? after rationalizing, he realized he shouldn’t be surprised that you showered, it was just the fact that you were naked in the shower. and if you were getting dressed now, that means you were naked while you texted him.

oikawa attempted to shift his thoughts elsewhere, chastising himself in his head for being a ‘perv’. he didn’t need a boner while he was on a facetime call with you. he thought about how you offered to call him, did you really want to? he had hoped you weren’t just doing this to pity him.

his phone rang, interrupting his slew thoughts, your name flashing against his screen. he fumbled for his phone, his finger hesitating before he hit the green button. “hi,” you said softly. oikawa took in your appearance, a few water droplets still falling from your hair, your eyebrows slightly disheveled, cheeks a light pink. “hey” he responded.

“why’d you wanna facetime?” you asked, oikawa blushing more at your question, ready to respond before you continued. “not that i didn’t want to too, cause i did, i do, i w-was just wondering why you wanted to,” oikawa smiled at the camera before speaking. “well i thought that we really needed to discuss the plot holes in pride and prejudice,”.

oikawa had spent the whole night talking to you, reluctantly hanging up at 4AM.

the nights after that were followed by facetime calls, oikawa’s mom knocking on his door and telling him to quiet down, his laughter too loud. on one call, he had invited you to his volleyball game the next day, and you quickly said that you’d ‘love to go’, oikawa’s smile growing.

surprisingly, he wasn’t nervous. oikawa knew he was good at volleyball, everybody did. he knew that this was a moment where he could show off in front of you. what if he hits the net on a serve though?

okay, so maybe he was a little nervous, but he wouldn’t let his nerves consume him. stepping onto the court, he did his best not to look up at the crowd, not wanting to see your smiling face in the stands. he was set to serve first, the volleyball in his hands a familiar feeling, comforting him.

the power behind his serve was incredible, one of the best one’s he’s hit, he thought to himself. the ball landed right in the corner of the opposing team’s court, before bouncing out of bounds.

a service ace right out the bat. oikawa cheered in his head, his teammates patting him on the back. “are you gonna look for her now or what,” iwaizumi said to him, ever so-bluntly, “looking down at the floor like a pussy,” hajime muttered the last part. “iwa-chan!” oikawa slightly raised his voice, his eyes looking up towards the stands.

you had secured a seat in the front row, and when oikawa noticed your face he couldn’t help but smile. you were grinning down at him, waving like a lunatic, causing him to lightly chuckle. he waved back, the volleyball being handed back to him as he set up for his second serve.

you had waited outside the locker room for him, and when he walked out with iwaizumi and issei, he spotted you leaning against the wall parallel to the locker room door, scrolling through your phone. hearing the door open, you looked up, meeting oikawa’s smiling face.

“hey,” he said softly, his heart doing flips at the fact that you waited for him. you responded softly with a ‘hi’, holding your arms open for a hug. oikawa couldn’t help but grin, his heartbeat growing in pace as he pulled you in for a hug, his arms falling to the small of your back. “did so good,” you said, your voice muffled by his chest.

“thank you,” he smiled at you, “for-for uh coming,” “of course,” you smiled back at him. suddenly an awkward tension had consumed the conversation, both of you peering at the other, than looking away, the silent words behind your looks so obvious. “so i- “i just-”, you both started at the same time. you laughed, oikawa joining in as he motioned for you to go first.

“um, i-i came today because i wanted to, but also cause i wanted to ask you something,” oikawa nodded for you to continue, biting his lip in anticipation. “i feel like i’m not just imaging things here, and i don-don’t want you to think you are either,” you hesitated for a moment, oikawa noticing it before speaking up, “i like you,” he said abruptly. he could feel his blood pumping, feel his heart beating on his chest. you smiled at him, eyes wide, “i-i like you too,”. you both stared at each other in silence, the eye contact easier. “what now?” you said jokingly, oikawa laughing. “wanna go get mcdonald’s?”

the first few weeks with you had been bliss, oikawa thinks that he’s died and floated up to heaven. you’ve gone on small adventures together, late night drives, reveling in the honeymoon-like phase of your new relationship. now, oikawa sits across from you atop the striped picnic blanket. oikawa knew that this past week had been stressful for you with school and some stuff going on with your friends so he decided to surprise you with a picnic.

he got sushi from your favorite place, ordering a wide-spread of different rolls and then picked up two boba drinks before heading to your house. much to your dismay, he wouldn’t tell you where you were going until you could hear the water brushing along the shoreline, oikawa had taken you to the beach.

now, there you sat on the blanket on the sand, sushi laid out in front of you as you took in the beautiful day, a slight breeze brushing past your figures, small clouds in the sky. oikawa grabbed a california roll with his chopsticks, bringing it over to you as you opened for mouth for the food. “so good,” you mumbled mouth full of california roll causing oikawa to chuckle.

“my mom asked about you today,” oikawa noticed the slight hiccup in your breath as he continued, “wants to meet you,” you stayed silent, peering at oikawa. “no pressure, if you don’t want to, i just wanted to let you know,”. you took a sip from you drink before you spoke, “no i want to. just nervous, don’t wanna make a fool of myself,”. oikawa smiled at that, happy that you wanted to make a good impression with his mom. “she’ll love you,” he said softly, blush rushing to your cheeks.

“here you have to try this tuna roll,” you said, the roll between your chopsticks and headed for oikawa’s mouth. “mmm so good,” oikawa said mimicking your response, making a show of the food in his mouth. you laughed before shoving him, “you’re disgusting,”

oikawa had picked you up for dinner at his house, and now here you both were, in his car, in the driveway of his home. he could see you bouncing your leg, your bottom lip taken in by your teeth. “you’re gonna be fine, i promise she’ll love you,” “i hope so,” you said, your voice so quiet.

oikawa racked his brain for a way to help calm your nerves, settling for a kiss. his lips met yours, and you whimpered at the abruptness, but kissed him back. your leg stopped it’s incessant bouncing, and oikawa smiled at you. “alright i’m ready,” you said softly. you reached for the car door, oikawa stopping you with an ‘uh uh uh’, exiting the driver side of the car and running over to the passenger side to open your door.

“my knight in shining armor,” you joked, oikawa grinning at you. the pair of you walked to his front door, hand in hand. oikawa wasn’t nervous, he knew his mom would love you because she knew that he loved you. woah. he loved you. or maybe it was the excitement of the night forcing him to say those words. he pushed the thought away, opening his front door as he yelled out a “i’m home!”

his mom ran over from the kitchen, looking to you and then oikawa and smiling so brightly. “hi!” she said, her voiced laced with excitement as she shuffled over to you, pulling you in for a hug, “i’m a hugger,” you laughed, hugging her back.

“oikawa’s talked about you so much,” “mom!” your smile grew. you took off your shoes, setting them neatly next to the door, oikawa’s mom leading you to the kitchen. it smelled amazing, meat buns sat in a container on the stove, orange chicken in a separate container next to them. white rice was in the steamer, the whole kitchen filled with wonderful smells.

oikawa pulled out a chair for you as you thanked him, sitting down. eventually the food was in front of you, oikawa had made your plate for you, asking if you wanted anything to drink. he began rambling, listing off options, but you opted for water in not wanting to be difficult.

you all sat, oikawa’s mom and you discussing your current course schedule in school as she smiled “oikawa bagged a smart and pretty one, i raised him right,”. you couldn’t help but blush at her words, oikawa smiling at your reaction.

dinner had left your stomach happy, oikawa’s mom giving you another hug when you left and making you promise that you’d be back soon. oikawa ushered you into his car, holding your door open for him. he told his mom you were driving to get icecream from somewhere, and that wasn’t necessarily a lie.

you had gotten the icecream, it’s just that now it sat, forgotten in the passenger seat as you straddled oikawa in the backseat, your mouths moving against each other, your hips grinding on his. “fuck,” oikawa panted against your lips, the friction of your hips grinding on his feeling indescribable.

before you knew it, you were grinding on oikawa’s lap like a woman possessed, set on reaching your high. “tōru,” your voice sounded so soft, oikawa did a double take. he’d only heard his first name slip past your lips one time, and the desperation that came with it this time had his cock straining in his pants even more.

“g-gonna cum!” you yelped, your hips stuttering from the pleasure. oikawa’s hands drifted to your hips, rocking you on his lap, wanting you to reach your high, but also desperate for his own. your whimpers increased in volume as you finally reached your orgasm, your face contorting in pleasure. seeing you come on his lap was all oikawa need to cream his pants, the liquid seeping through the fabric of his boxers and black jeans.

you both panted, catching your breath, your head laying in oikawa’s shoulder. “that was fucking hot,” oikawa remarked, causing you to laugh and remove your head from his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss.

oikawa had invited you over a couple nights later to watch a movie. you had come over in plaid pajama pants and one of oikawa’s hoodies that you had borrowed last week. you were laid in his bed, snuggling into his figure, Love, Rosie playing on his laptop. As the movie progressed, and the popcorn disappeared from the bowl, you began to slowly drift into sleep, feeling comfort from being so close to oikawa.

as the movie neared it’s end, oikawa could hear your light breaths, looking down at your sleeping figure. drool had slightly started to dribble out of your mouth, your eyes were shut ever so softly, and you looked so peaceful. so angelic, oikawa thought. he wanted to wake up to this, to you for the rest of his life.

‘getting ahead of myself’ oikawa reasoned, pushing away any and all thoughts of the future as he relished in your sleeping features and irked at the funny feeling in his stomach, was it butterflies? it was something, because he felt it whenever he saw you. you turned his brain to mush, made his heart beat faster. oikawa’s love for you was so obvious on a physical level just based on how he reacted to anything and everything you did.

his love for you was obvious, wasn’t it? did you know he loved you? he loves you. ‘i love you’ the words softly fell from his lips, the breaths still falling from your lips as you slept.

your parents were out of town, your mom on a business trip, your dad visiting some friends in the states. you had invited oikawa over to bake some brownies, but somehow baking led to his head now being buried between your thighs.

“oh my-tōru!” you moaned, oikawa’s tongue working magic on your clit. he changed from kitten licks to sucking, moaning into your center, the vibrations making you whimper even more. his fingers plunged in and out of your entrance.

oikawa had transcended from himself, or at least he thought he had. there was no way he was buried between your thighs right now, your pretty moans sounding from above him. there was no way he was holding eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit, admiring the blush accompanying your features.

“gonna cum for me angel?” oikawa wanted you to come so bad, he wanted you to feel good, he wanted to be the one to make you feel good. “yes, yes, yes-please!” oikawa increased the intensity of his tongue lapping at your clit, the pace of his fingers increasing.

one more look down at tōru had you coming, your hands moving to grip his hair as your orgasmed. panting, recovering from your orgasm, oikawa kissed up your body, nipping at your jaw up to your lips, kissing you passionately.

“did so good for me, angel,” oikawa mumbled into your lips. you pulled him in for another kiss, your hand drifting down to the bulge in his pants, palming him through the fabric.

“fuck,” oikawa softly moaned, grinding into your palm. you pushed him over, oikawa laying on the other side of the bed. your hands navigated their way to the hem of his sweatpants, tapping his hip, oikawa lifting up. you tugged the pants down his legs, his boxers along with them.

his cock bounced back to his stomach, hard and leaking precum. oikawa eyed you as your hand drifted to the base of his cock, your tongue licking at the tip, oikawa moaning loudly. he had definitely gone to heaven.

eventually your mouth and hand were moving in tandem on his cock, moans flying freely from oikawa’s lips. “fuck! y/n, god, making me feel so go-ood!”. oikawa thrusted his hips up into your mouth, his hands holding on to your hair. you placed your hands on his thigh letting him thrust into your mouth.

“go-gonna cum!” you moved one hand down to his balls, rolling them in your hand and moaning around his cock. “shit-ah!”, toru’s cum flooded your mouth as his mind went numb from the pleasure. he’d never felt like this, god, you were ruining him.

you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show tōru that you had swallowed all of his cum. “god you’re so fucking dirty,” oikawa said smirking at you, pulling you in for another kiss.

you and oikawa sat in his car, passing the joint between yourselves, staring at the sunset, stealing glances at one another. you inhaled, the joint placed between your lips, the substance filling your lungs.

oikawa couldn’t help but stare at you, “you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispered. “no you’re so fucking pretty,” you smiled at him. “we’re both fucking pretty let’s be honest,” oikawa joked, pulling you in for a kiss.

‘wanna be yours’ by artic monkeys came on shuffle through the speaker’s as you mouthed the lyrics. “i’m hungry” oikawa said plainly, “jack in the box?” you offered, oikawa turning the car into drive. more songs shuffled, oikawa turning up the volume when cupid’s chokehold blasted through the speakers.

he had rolled the windows down, his left hand hanging out the window. he turned towards you, his eyes shifting from the road to your face, singing the lyrics to you, ‘i mean she even cooks me pancakes and alka seltzer when my tummy aches,’ his hand held yours atop the console, his left hand now on the steering wheel. ‘i know i’m young but if i had to choose her or the sun i’d be one nocturnal son of a gun’ your smile grew, staring at oikawa as he pulled into the jack in the box drive-thru.

there were no other cars, oikawa pulling straight up to the machine. “hi could we get two buttery jack meals with curly fries and chocolate milkshakes for both,”, the server read back your order, telling oikawa the total, oikawa saying a curt thank you.

oikawa had pulled into a an empty parking lot, the music shifted to nights by frank ocean, both you and oikawa digging into your food. oikawa looked over at you, seemingly mesmerized by your buttery jack. you looked up at the sound of his laughter, staring at him perplexed before laughing too.

oikawa had dragged you a party that daichi was throwing. you walked in waving at a girl from your history class, oikawa dragging you to the kitchen by your hand. he grabbed two shot glasses, pouring tequila into them. he clinked his glass with yours, throwing the liquid back into his throat

you walked next to oikawa working your way through the mass of sweaty bodies, spotting hajime in the crowd. oikawa patted him on the back, iwaizumi wincing at his heavy-handiness. while oikawa talked with hajime, you whispered letting him know you were gonna go talk to kiyoko, oikawa nodding and giving you a quick kiss. he watched you walk away, your ass looking so good in those pants. his eyes traveled up your figure to your smiling face, his own smile growing.

after talking for a while, oikawa walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing your cheek. “wanna go dance?” you nodded, waving bye to kiyoko, oikawa leading you to the middle of the room. ‘can’t say’ by travis scott. oikawa’s chest pressed against your back, your hands looping around to the back of his neck.

after a few songs played, someone yelled out ‘body shots!’ people shuffling into the kitchen. oikawa pushed through the crowd bringing you to the countertop. he lifted you up to sit on the countertop, people cheering as you laid down. he poured a shot glass of tequila, sprinkling salt over your cleavage, while eyeing it heavily. he placed the lime in your mouth smirking at you.

oikawa shot back the alcohol, wincing at the burn. his tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking the salt on your cleavage, moving to your lips. his body hovered over yours, his lips meeting yours. he sucked the lime from your mouth, pulling away and spitting the lime out before moving down to your lips again, kissing you harshly. louder cheers sounded through the room.

oikawa pulled away as you blushed, grinning nonetheless. you grabbed the tequila pouring another shot and letting the liquid fall down your throat. ‘woo!’ you let out, shaking your head at the burn from the alcohol, dragging oikawa back out to the other room.

somehow, you and oikawa had navigated your way to the bathroom, tōru’s cock deep inside you as your moans accompanied the music playing throughout the house.

“g-gonna cum!” “me too, fuc-ah! come on angel, gotta come now,” oikawa pleaded with you, pushing you over the edge. oikawa pulled out, jerking himself off, and coming on your back.

“god,” he sighed, leaning on the wall next to you. you both grinned at each other, your lips meeting again.

your phone was ringing, tōru was calling. you answered as he said hi, his voice shaky. “are you okay?” you worried, oikawa assuring you everything was fine, “just come outside,”. confused, you threw on some pants and walked downstairs unlocking your front door.

“tōru? are you okay, you look sick,” “i need to tell you something,”. oikawa realizes now that maybe wording it that way was stupid, he could see in your facial expression your heart drop to your stomach. “no! nothing bad,” “oh okay” you sighed softly.

“i-i feel like i should’ve said this earlier, and i wanted t-to i just didn’t know how to,” you nodded at him, grabbing his hand and brushing your thumb along the back of his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

“i love you,” oikawa blurted out. “i love you so fucking much,” he said again. meeting your eyes, oikawa couldn’t help but feel nervous, he was stupid for doing this, he knew it too, yet all those thoughts melted away when he felt your lips on his.

“i love you too,” you said, smiling, your eyes slightly watering. though you and tōru had been dating for a decent amount of time, you both knew the weight those words carried.

tōru felt the weight of those words as they left his lips, and he wanted them to flow past his lips forever. he wanted their weight, he wanted his love to impact you and only you.

fin

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Anniversary <> Zayn Malik

It was your 1 year Anniversary since you and Zayn have been together and you couldn’t be happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, awaiting the time to come for you to get ready.

Zayn had said he had a surprise for you tonight, but as always, he kept it a secret and refuses to tell you. You loved surprises, especially if they're from Zayn, but you hate being left in suspense.

This morning, when you had woken up, Zayn was already gone at work, but you had gotten a text from him.

Happy Anniversary, Kitten. Can’t wait for tonight and I can tell you can’t either. I’ll see you at 7. I love you.

Zayn’s text read and you couldn’t hold back a smile. You texted back, returning the Happy Anniversary and the I love You. And, as much as you wanted to spend your entire anniversary with your boyfriend, you couldn’t ‘cause he had work.

So you spent your day around the house, having a kind of lazy day. You had gotten a few sweet texts from Zayn and a call or two from him. He had video called you because he “wanted to see your beautiful face,'' his words exactly. The boys were around him, too, and greeted you with a Happy Anniversary, Y/N, or something along those lines. The boys had given you and Zayn your privacy until Zayn had to go to the studio. You exchanged I love you’s as you both went your separate ways.

Zayn was picking you up around 7 to bring you to the first part of your surprise and you couldn’t wait. You sat anxiously yet excitedly on the couch watching Riverdale in your red and black pj short shorts and a thin sweater as you waited for the time to arrive.

It’s been awhile since you started watching your tv show and you’ve gone through many episodes. You picked up your phone to check the time and you saw it was 5:50. Oh no, I’m gonna be so late. You thought to yourself. You still had to shower, dry, curl and fix up your hair, pick out an outfit and shoes all before Zayn got home.

You paused your tv show, throwing the blanket that covered you off from over you and jumped up, taking your phone and went to search for clothes.

Once you had gotten to your bathroom after finding a pair of underwear and some extra clothes for when you got out of the shower, it was already 6 by the time you turned on the shower. You turned on some music, the boys music because you couldn’t get enough of it.

You sang in the shower as you washed through your hair and cleansed your body. After about 10 minutes, you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. You stepped out of the shower and walked to the bathroom counter. After brushing through your wet hair, you put it up into a braid and began to dry yourself off. You changed into your underwear, tank top and denim short shorts and you checked the time. 6:15.

You let your hair down from your braid, brushing through it once again and beginning to dry it. After, you curl your hair and made perfect bouncy curls that fell over your shoulders. You would have put on makeup like any girl would do for a date, but Zayn hated when you wore makeup, and you did too. So, you never put any on. Maybe a little bit of acne cream and concealer to cover up some barely visible red spots, but that was the maximum amount of makeup you ever used.

It was around 6:35 when you had gotten done with your hair and everything that needed to be done in the bathroom and you walked into your connected bedroom and to your rather large walk in closet. You turned to your side and looked through your dresses. You tried to choose between a short pink and white floral dress with a puffy skirt and a white strapless dress that was longer on your right side and shorter on your left with diamonds outlining the corset that was quite thin and showed off our curves that Zayn like quite a lot. In the end, though you loved both dresses, you went with your favorite, the white dress.

You undressed out of your shorts and tank top and shimmied into your dress and easily zipped it up at the back. You knelt down by your wide variety of shoes and choose between black high heels with a bow strap on it or black strap wedged sandals, you chose the high heels with the bow. It went better with your dress, the white and black going together perfectly.

You slid them on and added a simple heart necklace that Zayn had given you for your birthday along with an anklet that was lined with crosses. You added a few rings that you wore almost 24/7 and you grabbed your phone. 6:55. Right on time.

You go downstairs just as you hear someone coming through the door. You stood on top of the stairs as you look down towards the front door to see Zayn there. He turns around, looking up, and his eyes widen, a spark igniting in his that showed absolute love and astonishment.

“Y/N, my love, you cannot look more beautiful.” Zayn told, a smile on his face as one crawls to your face along with a bright red blush coming to your cheeks. You descend down the stairs as Zayn makes his way to you.

You hadn’t seen him this morning, so you hadn’t seen what he was dressed in. And on your video call earlier, you hardly noticed what he had been wearing. He wore dark black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt and a black sportcoat with a little red handkerchief in the top left pocket. You hated when Zayn or any guy dressed in nice clothes like dress pants or whatever, but what Zayn was wearing, it was what you called nice clothes and you loved it.

You reached the bottom of the stares and Zayn’s eyes never left yours. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You smiled to Zayn as he took your hand in his and spun you around to get a good look from all angles. You giggled as he spun you into his, wrapping his arms around him.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I know I already said it, but I wanted to tell you in person.” Zayn told you, smiling as he stared you seductively into your eyes, his face mere centimeters from yours. You just laughed softly, setting your hands on either side of Zayn’s cheeks as he leaned you back in his strong arms and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as he did so.

Zayn brought you back up and held you against him still as he looked you in the eye.

“You ready to go, princess?” He asked sweetly. You nodded as he pressed his lips against your forehead, took your hand in his and lead you to the car. You pulled into what looks like the front of a super expensive restaurant. There were some men in uniforms waiting outside, maybe valet’s, as you pulled up beside them. Zayn was first to jump out of the car as you got ready to get out of the car yourself. Zayn ran to the other side of the car, handing his keys to the valet, and opened your door for you, holding his hand out for you to take. You obliged as you smiled, stepping out of the car, entwining your arm with Zayn’s as the valet drove off with your car.

As Zayn led you up to the restaurant, it looked familiar to you, and you realized it was Galvin at Windows, a very expensive modern French restaurant that you’ve always wanted to go to. Yes, Zayn of course has a lot of money, but this was the kind of place you go to for a special event, and it was your anniversary. You were so happy that Zayn brought you here.

“Zayn, this is amazing,” You paused looking around as you walked inside the beautiful place. “I can’t believe you got a reservation here.” It was also a very busy place, so it was hard to get a reservation, especially on a Friday night.

“Well, I had to bring my very special girl to a very special place. And I knew how much you’ve been wanting to come here.” He smiled at you as he covered you hand with his, the hand that was set on his arm. You just leaned up and pressed your lips against his cheek.

Being the next in line, you walk up to the stand where the host, a woman in a fancy dress stood, looking up at you two with a sweet smile.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” The host greeted and asked. Zayn just smiled back as you smiled up at him.

“Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Malik, please.” Is all he said, and you could’ve sworn his smile grew just a bit bigger. You were confused about the name he put our reservation under. You guys weren’t married, not even engaged. Not yet at least. Maybe it was just easier to say that. You decided not to ask just yet.

“Here you are,” The host grinned, looking down at her iPad with all her reservation information on it. She took two menus, looking back up at us, saying, “Please, follow me.” As she turned, you and Zayn followed hand in hand as she led you two outside under lots a gorgeous lights at the back balcony of the restaurant, giving you an amazing view of the ocean. It was the perfect evening, perfect temperature, not dark just yet, but it was just beautiful.

“It’s beautiful, Zayn. I can’t believe this. We just got here and it’s already been an amazing night.” You told him as you made eye contact with him after looking around your surroundings.

“Well, it’s all for you. And this is just the beginning. And have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? I could just look at you all night.” Zayn smiled towards you, staring into you blue eyes that went quite well with your dress. You just blushed and Zayn couldn’t hold back a slight chuckle at how adorable he thinks you are.

You both look at your menus as your waiter comes by to take your drink orders. You both simply order waters. As you wait for the waiter to come back, you decide to ask Zayn about his choice of reservation named.

“So, Zayn,” You start, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. “So, Y/N,” Zayn smiles, mimicking your movements. You just giggle, repositioning yourself.

“Anyways,” You sang. “What about that reservation name? What’s that all about?” You question him as you stare into each other's eyes. Zayn just chuckles as he looks down, an uncommon blush coming to his cheeks.

“It’s nothing. I just thought it’d be easier than anything else. And, we’re a couple, so why not?” Zayn answers, leaving a suspicious smile on your lips. You could tell it was something more than that. Just then, the waiter comes back with your waters and a bottle of champagne, which you don’t remember ordering. You both say thank you to the waiter as he asks for your meal orders. You wanted something simple, so you both ordered a burger. They were supposed to be really good and you hoped it would live up to your expectations.

About 10 minutes later, the waiter came back with your meal. After the first bite, you couldn’t get enough of it. It was amazing and probably one of the best burgers you’ve ever had. Throughout dinner, you and Zayn just made conversation about random things, life, the future, stuff you two usually like to talk about. You had already gone through the entire bottle of champagne and for dessert, you and Zayn shared a sweet, rich red velvet slice of cake with chocolate frosting on it. As was the rest of the meal, it was delicious.

After getting the check, and begging Zayn to let you help pay, though of course he didn’t let you, Zayn asked, “You ready to go, princess?” He asked with a suspiciously excited smile on his lips.

“For what?” You ask as Zayn stands and walks to you, taking your hand and lifting you from your chair.

“For the second part of your surprise, of course.” He smiled at you, and you just blushed as Zayn led you outside, hand in hand, where your car was waiting. Zayn opened your door for you after getting the keys from the valet as he ran to his side and started the car, driving off to the unknown.

You stare out the window, wondering where Zayn could possibly be bringing you, as he held your hand in his. Once in a while, a cute or funny thought would come to your mind and you would smile or quietly giggle. Little did you know, Zayn would look at you with a sincere and adoring smile on his face.

You begin to realize where you were and your surroundings, and you saw a little ways ahead the sand and the ocean. You smiled, knowing Zayn was bringing you to your favorite place: the beach.

Zayn takes your hand as you two walk around the beach together, you clutching onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder

You walk along the beach barefoot for awhile until your notice the darkness overcoming the sky and the sunset was arriving. Just then, a little in the distance, you see a few people, even though it’s about 9 at night and people aren't usually at the beach past 8. But, as you walked closer, you recognized the people to be the boys, Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall. They stood next to a burning fire beside a heart shape made of red rose petals. This was certainly a surprise to you.

You looked up to Zayn who had a calm, yet happy smile on his face and stared at you sweetly. He led you to the fire and the boys as you let go of Zayn and ran to the boys with a huge smile on your face.

“Guys, this is beautiful. Who did this?” You questioned as you hugged each of the boys, starting with Niall and going down the line, them all whispering sweet things in your ear like Happy Anniversary or whatever.

You got down the line and when you wanted to hug Harry, you realized he had disappeared somewhere without you noticing.

“Y/N,” You heard Zayn’s soft quiet voice as you turn around from the boys to see him holding a bouquet of red roses, your favorite. You see Harry beside him about to walk away back to the rest of the boys. Harry had a sweet smile on his as he stared at you lovingly. You eyes meet with Zayn’s again as you walked to him, him meeting you halfway.

“Zayn, you did this?” You questioned, though knowing the answer. You knew the boys were watching, but you couldn’t care less. At that moment, it was as if it was only you and Zayn left in the world.

Zayn handed you the roses as tears build up in your eyes. You smell the roses with a smile on your face, but you realize something different about your flowers. There’s a fake one. You look up at him confused.

“Why is there a fake one?” You asked and Zayn set his hands on your waist.

“When the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you. Maybe even after then.” He smiled and shrugged at that last part. You just giggled.

“Zayn,” Is all you said as Louis game up to you and took the roses from you to keep them safe. You thank him and turn back to Zayn, his hands still set on your waist, as you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he presses his lips to yours.

“They’re beautiful, Zayn. This is all just gorgeous. Thank you so much. And you did this all for me. I can’t believe I was blessed with such an amazing, generous, and handsome, may I add, boyfriend.” You tell him, your hands locked around his neck, his arms around you waist as he held you close. He chucked at the last part of your sentence.

“Well, I’m happy to say that this night isn’t over just yet, my love.” Zayn smiled down at you. You slipped out of each other's grasp as Niall came up and discreetly gave something to Zayn, so fast you didn’t see what it was. Niall places he friendly kiss to your cheek, a blush coming to your cheeks. You turn around towards the boys as Niall reunited with them.

You give your best friends a confused look and they all just smile at you and gesture for you to turn around. You do as commanded and what you saw made you breathless, throwing your hands over your mouth to stifle your oncoming cries. Zayn was knelt down on one knee, a beautiful ring held out in front of him towards you. The tears now started streaming down your cheeks.

“Zayn,” Is all you could say as Zayn began to speak.

“(Your Full Name), I love you so much, and I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you almost 2 years ago. I know you like the back of my hand, and I know you know me better than I know myself. I can’t think of anyone better to live my life with. And I know if you ever left me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, because Y/N, I can’t live without you. You make me so happy and I know I want to live the rest of my life with you. There are so many things I love about you that I just can’t live without. Your laugh brightens my day even on the worst of days. You smile make me so happy, I could look at it all day. Your eyes, I can’t tell you how much I love your eyes. Your eyes bring me to your very soul and they tell your whole story just by looking into them. I could go on and on about how much I love you, but I have my entire life to do that, to make sure you know how much I love you and to make sure your know how beautiful you are, inside and out. I want to spend my entire life with you, have kids with you, take care of you when you’re sick, and give you an extraordinary life. So, (Your Full Name), my love, my one and only, will you let me love you for the rest of our lives, let me hold you in my arms forever? Will you marry me?” Zayn says, and you were almost to the point of bawling at this point. And, of course, you would refuse to say no.

You start nodding, slowly as it gradually sped up. “Yes. Yes, Zayn, of course I’ll marry you!” You screamed that last part.

Zayn stands with a huge smile on both your faces as he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, but passionate kiss, the best you’ve ever had in your entire life. Zayn leans you back in his arms as if it was the last move in a dance number, his lips on yours, as you are held in his embrace.

Zayn lifts you up, releasing your lips as he holds you close. He takes the ring and places it on your ring finger. He looks up into your eyes, his sweet, sincere smile giving you butterflies in your stomach, the feeling that you’ve felt everyday since you’ve met him. He brings you into a tight, sweet hug as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, him nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Zayn whispers. You couldn't hold back that smile.

“I love you, Zayn, forever. Thank you so much, for tonight and the life you will give me.” You tell him as you back away slightly, your hands on the back of his head as you smooth your fingers through his hair. He stares into your eyes adoringly.

Suddenly, you both hear sniffles from behind you. You both laugh as you turn around in Zayn’s embrace, him looking up over you at the boys staring at you two with smiles on their faces. Louis and Harry were on the verge of tears, Niall was already in tears and Liam was just being his strong normal self as he stared at you two sweetly, his arms crossed over his chest.

You give them all hugs, thanking them for everything they did to help Zayn for that night. You ran back into Zayn’s arms as he swung you around, placing another kiss to your lips. During the kiss, he picks you up bridal style like you’ve seen in the movies as you giggle into the kiss. Zayn brings you home, the generous boys that they are, taking care of everything at your spot on the beach.

The good day you were having turned into the best night of your life, well so far. And you knew you’d have many amazing moments with your new fiancé and soon to be Husband Zayn.

#zayn malik #zayn x reader #zayn malik imagines #one direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #fluff

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definitelyseven · 4 years ago

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seduction | one

summary: your best friend suspects that her boyfriend, Jackson Wang, might not love her anymore, so she pays you to help seduce him to prove her right.

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“What? No!” you immediately rejected after hearing what she suggested.

“Y/N please!” she begged, reaching for your hand. “Please!”

“Tzuyu! Are you listening to yourself? You can’t possibly think that’s a good idea,” you argued.

“Y/N, I’m studying aboard in Europe for a year. I have no faith he loves me enough not to leave me,” Tzuyu pouted. To be honest, you didn’t have faith in their relationship either.

“You’ve been with him for only five months. Maybe you’ll be the one who leaves him,” you comforted.

“We’ve been official for five months but we’ve actually been dating for much longer,” she explained. “Please Y/N,” she begged again. “This relationship is important to me.”

“What makes you think, the famous Jackson Wang would pick someone like me over someone like you? Tzuyu, you’re beautiful, you’re rich and I’m just...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

You were just normal compared to Tzuyu. She had everything you always wanted. Parents that loved her, money, friends, beauty and a famous boyfriend.

“You’re my best friend,” she finished for you. Not only was she beautiful and rich, she was also smart and kind. “I only trust you to help me with this.”

“Tzuyu, you know I love you and I would do anything for you, but...”

“Then do this for me,” she interrupted.

“Have you thought of what would happen if I was successful in seducing him?” you asked.

“Then it’ll show he doesn’t love me, that I shouldn’t be with him. I wouldn’t have to waste my time being in a long distance relationship with him,” she explained clearly. “I fully understand what I’m asking you to do. I won’t get mad at the outcome.” You hesitated, still unsure if this was a good idea. “I’ll pay you,” she finally suggested. You chuckled because she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist money. She knew you needed the money. “People usually pay you, don’t they?”

You laughed again. “They do and I’m not cheap,” you reminded her.

“I’m rich,” she joked. “How much should I write the check out for?”

“Are you sure about this?” you asked again. She nodded, her pen already signing the check. You smirked, “Let’s talk pricing.”

You were never afraid of people finding out what you did for a living. It may not be the traditional way of earning money, but you liked to think you were using your skills to help people - to help those that were lonely and needed company or in Tzuyu’s case, to test her boyfriend’s loyalty. You never did anything you didn’t want to do nor did you sleep with everyone.

Tzuyu was certainly generous; your most generous client yet. She covered all your expenses and paid you double your rate. You smirked once you put on the dress she got you. The dressed hugged your body tightly, accentuating all your curves with just the right amount of push-up for your breasts. Now all you had to do was do what you did best and get inside the private party; something even Tzuyu couldn’t help you with.

“Can I see your invitation?” the guard at the front requested.

“I’m sorry. I forgot my invitation,” you pouted, while leaning your body forwards exposing your cleavage to the guard.

“As much as I want to let you in baby, it’s out of my control.”

You looked around outside and see a group of men, smoking. You smirked and made your way over to them. “Hello boys,” you cooed. The group of men glanced over at you. You recognized them in Tzuyu’s photos. They were Jackson’s friends. “My friends bailed on me last minute and I’m not from around here. Do you guys know where I can get a drink? I tried going in but it’s invitation only,” you pouted.

“No pretty girl should be denied entrance,” one of the men said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m Eric,” he introduced, while dragging you inside. You smirked at the guard who denied you from entering.

“I’m Y/N.”

You quickly scanned the club once you entered. Since it was an exclusive party there weren’t that many people inside. Eric drags you towards a booth where a group of people where sitting. You instantly spotted Jackson.

First things first - identify the “competition.” There were two women sandwiched between Jackson. From just one look, you can tell they were professionals and the biggest fish in the sea tonight was Jackson. You chuckled at yourself. It was too obvious; from the way their dresses rose up to the constant leaning forward to reveal their exposed chest. You were all too familiar with these tactics. You even used some of them when you first started.

Your eyes met his. You gave him a subtle smile and a gentle nod before shifting your attention back to Eric. It was still too early to tell whether Eric was desperate to get in your pants or if he was overly friendly.

“Cheers,” Eric said clinking his glass with yours before downing his drink. You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip out of the dark liquid.

“You never said what kind of event this was,” you shouted over the music and into his ears.

“Jack!” he called. Jackson turned his attention to the both of you. He got up away from the girls that were sandwiched between him and moved to sit next to Eric.

“I’m Jackson,” he introduced himself.

You smiled, “Y/N.”

“We’re celebrating Jackson’s new single release,” Eric said, filling your glass to the top. “Cheers,” he said again, pushing the glass towards your lips. You laughed at his excitement. Your eyes met Jackson’s again. The both of you smiled at each other before taking a sipping out of your drinks.

You observed Jackson quietly while entertaining Eric. Although there were women surrounding him, he never once touched them nor did he flirt back. He acted just like how he was from the videos you saw online - friendly and welcoming.

As the night progressed and the more you got Eric to reveal information about Jackson, the touchier he got. It seemed like with every piece of information he fed you was an invitation for him to reach further up your leg.

“One second,” you tell him while removing his hand off your thigh. “Restroom break,” you forced a smile before walking off to the restroom. You were used to this except you were always paid for it. The only thing different was the person paying wasn’t touching you nor was the person that you’d hope would touch you, touching you. You walked out of the restroom and the first person you see was Eric. You forced a smile and walked towards him. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I can’t leave a pretty girl all by herself,” he smirked while wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his body. You rest your hands on his chest, pushing yourself away from him.

“Let’s get another drink,” you suggested as you see Jackson at the bar alone.

This was your chance.

You walked up next to Jackson. Eric’s hand instinctively found your waist again. He was becoming like an annoying bug that wouldn’t leave you alone. “What do you want to drink?” he whispered in your ear.

You turned to him with a small smile and then back at Jackson. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you said to Jackson. He nods, waving down the bartender to pour 3 drinks. The three of you quickly downed the shot. “Let’s dance,” you shouted through the music. Eric grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor. You quickly grab Jackson’s hand, dragging him out to dance floor with you.

As quickly as you got on the dance floor, the women from earlier were already dancing near Jackson. Again, he never touched them. He just danced around them. No matter how hard the women tried, he didn’t oblige.

Eric however was beyond on drunk. His grip on your waist so tight that it started to get uncomfortable. His hands went from your arms to the side of your body and then down to the hem of your dress where he tried to pull it up. You grabbed his hand and gently pushed it away from your dress. “Come on baby,” he tried to convince. You chuckled at yourself - men. You turned around to face him. You brought your finger up to his face and shook it left and right, signaling no.

“Don’t get touchy,” you warned. You still tried to be friendly for the sake of this mission; in case you needed him for the future. Eric didn’t like that though. He quickly spins you around, grabbing your neck. He pushes you down, attempting to bend you over to grind on him. You groaned in pain and discomfort.

“Eric, can you get us another drink?” Jackson asks, grabbing his hand away from your neck and pulling you to his side.

“Fine,” Eric sighs in defeat as he walked away from the both of you.

“I apologize on his behalf,” Jackson said to you. You can tell he was sincere.

“Thanks,” you tell him. You noticed a red stain on his collar. You knew it wasn’t because he was intimate with another girl. You reached for his collar and tugged on it slightly. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Make sure to clean this up before you meet your girlfriend.” You smiled at him before walking away back to the booth.

You smirked when Jackson followed you.

“What makes you think I have a girlfriend?” he asked taking a seat next to you.

“There were a lot of girls surrounding you tonight and you didn’t bother flirting back. It could only mean one thing - you’re gay or you have a girlfriend,” you teased. “I took a 50/50 chance. You have a girlfriend,” you repeated.

Jackson chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I’m heading out. You?” he asked. You bit your lip. “If you don’t leave, I’m not sure I can protect you from my friends. They like pretty girls.”

“And what about you?” you teased.

“Pretty girls? Of course I like pretty girls,” he teased back. “So, want to leave together?”

Finally - you thought. He was finally acting like any man in this club would. You nodded as you got up to leave with him.

Jackson couldn’t leave from the front of the club because of paparazzi so the both of you headed towards the back of the club. It was chilly and dark. He noticed how you rubbed your arms up and down and how your legs shook from the cold. He takes his blazer off and puts it over your shoulders. You were surprised at how much of a gentlemen he was.

“Oh that’s okay,” you tell him, stopping him from putting the blazer on you.

“Stop it you’re freezing,” Jackson said, pulling the blazer back over your shoulders. He buttons one of the buttons and helps you take your hair out of the blazer.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him. He smiles back, gently stroking your back. His actions weren’t sexual. It was rather friendly. “You didn’t deny it earlier.”

“What?”

“When I said you had a girlfriend.”

Jackson chuckled again but doesn’t respond again. A taxi pulls up in front of you. He opens the door for you, helping you get in safely. To your surprise, he doesn’t get in with you. You opened the window to speak to him. “Your blazer,” you tell him, getting ready to take it off.

“It’s alright. Keep it, it’s cold.” Jackson said leaning down to your level.

“How will I return it?” you asked. He chuckles again and knocks on the taxi door, signaling the driver to start driving. You looked back at him who was still waiting for his car. He smiles at you, waving goodbye.

“Hello?”

“How did it go?” Tzuyu asked anxiously over the phone.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Trust me,” you assured her.

“Nothing happened?” she asked again.

You smiled at her, happy to tell her that nothing happened even when he was surrounded by girls, even when he could’ve left with you. You stuck your hands inside the pocket of his blazer - something was inside.

“Nothing happened, but he did give me his number,” you tell her, taking the piece of paper out of his pocket.

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lunarliza · 5 years ago

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JJ Maybank Must Die | Chapter 5: Hair Dyes

fuckboy!JJ x Reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

JJ Maybank is the island’s most infamous fuckboy- not that you ever cared. But when a group of tourist girls come to your surf shop crying to you about him, you agree to help them plot revenge. Sabotage is all fun and games, until you find that the playboy you were sworn to ruin happens to be falling head over heels for you.

Yes, this is based on John Tucker Must Die lol

note: sexual-like content ahead. also pls keep in mind that this is just a playful haha funny story, this stuff isn’t meant to be taken seriously at all

“So are you a virgin?”

You scowled at the phone perched on your nightstand.

“No,” you lied, continuing to paint your big toe.

Oddly enough, after the whole nature-calling theatre debacle, JJ not only apologized profusely when the movie ended, but he actually pursued you even harder the week following. The universe really did work in mysterious ways.

He quadruple texted you during the day, sent you funny pictures of him lallygagging around the town with The Pogues, and called you every night until you both fell asleep.

At first you found it clingy as hell, but seeing JJ in the girl-filter or watching videos of him pranking John B sleeping had you entertained enough to actually respond.

Tonight’s phone topic was 21 Questions, and like the fuck boy he was, ‘what’s your favorite color’ turned dirty in a matter of minutes.

“What’s your body count?” you asked, actually curious about what that figure might be.

“Hm,” you could hear him smacking his lips, “To be honest, I don’t really know.”

“Are you serious?”

“Well,” he spluttered through the line, “I stopped keeping count after like 30. If I had to give a range it’d probably be from 50 to 70.”

Your nose crinkled. “Charming.”

Just then, you heard your mom’s voice echo from the front door, “Y/n! Package came in for you!”

“One sec,” you told the blondie on the phone and waddled down the hall on your heels, careful of your wet toes.

Ripping open the box, you gasped at the rows of assorted lacy thongs Annalise ordered yesterday to be sent to your house. You forgot rich people could afford express shipping.

“Everything good?” JJ questioned through the line.

“Yeah, uh, just a little shocked at how big the, uh, water bottle I ordered is.”

Your hand clawed through the stash, feeling how nice the silk and lace felt. No surprise, it was also a very expensive brand. You considered keeping a few for yourself.

“Hm, interesting,” JJ responded, “Anyways, continuing our game, do you have any kinks, like in bed?”

You held up a red g-string, inspecting the tiny bows lining the crotch area. “Yeah, I have a few.”

------------------------------- On your next day off, JJ invited you to go fishing with him and his friends. He picked you up early to grab some equipment from the store. Afterwards, you both sprawled on his bed, waiting for the others to arrive.

“Hey JJ?” you asked, hand tangled in his gold locks while he played some game on his phone.

“Hm?”

“So do you remember the other night when we talked about our kinks?” you asked as seductively as your inexperienced self could.

He immediately halted his game, a sly smirk danced its way across his lips. “Yeah...”

“Well,” you bit your lip, “I do have this one that just really turns me on.”

“I’m listening,” he piped, running a hand up and down your thigh.

You put on your best amateur sex-minx face, blinking up at him. “It’s a little weird though.”

He shifted positions so he laid between your thighs, kissing up your exposed stomach from your crop-top. “I don’t care. If it gets you wet baby, I’m all for it.”

“Okay then... I actually have a present for you.”

Sliding out from under him, you scrambled through your bag and pulled out the red g-string. JJ whistled from his bed in response, leaning back on his arms at the edge.

“That’s sexy as fuck,” he dragged you closer by the back of your thighs, “Try it on for me real quick, before the rest of the Pogues get here.”

“Oh no no no,” you hung the underwear out to him, “It’s for you.”

JJ’s mouth went agape, his eyes nearly exploding. “What the fuck y/n?! Are you kidding me?”

You pouted and sulked away with a huff. “I knew it! I knew you’d make fun of me! I thought I could trust you JJ!” You covered your face and wailed like a child who couldn’t get her way. If this wasn’t your Oscar-winning moment you didn’t know what was.

“Hey, hey, hey, wait,” JJ cooed, stroking his hand up your shoulders behind you. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just a little shocked that’s all.”

“But you think it’s weird!” you cried out, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Well,” he scratched the back of his head, “I mean... you really want me to wear it?”

You sniffled and nodded.

“And this turns you on?”

You nodded again, facing him. “I just, I think it’s so sexy when a man can embrace his sexuality like this you know?”

“I guess... do you just want me to try it on?”

“That’d be nice,” you rubbed the side of your arm, “Maybe you could even wear it today when we go out? It’ll be under your shorts so no one will see.”

“Are you kidding me? N-”

Your puppy-dog eyes stopped him dead in his tracks, threatening to burst into tears again. Boy, was this guy putty in your hands.

He sighed, swiping the underwear from your hand. “Fine, but we do not mention this to any of my friends, got it?”

You quickly shook your head with an excited smile, knowing damn well the thong was high-cut.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, giving you a little show of his new undergarments. You had to admit, under all those baggy shorts laid a nice pair of perky buns. The sight of him trying to body roll on the floor made you fall back cackling at his Magic Mike attempts.

Annalise definitely should’ve ordered a size up because his rising bulge was stretching out the lace that was clinging on for dear life. You had to shield your beet-red face.

The ring of the doorbell sent JJ scurrying to find his pants while you walked to the front to answer it. In came his friends- John B, Kiara, and Pope- who you greeted just as the blonde sauntered out of his room as if nothing was fishy was going on.

“So, who’s ready to hit the water?” John B asked as the guys gathered up the fishing equipment.

You followed the herd out to the docks where the famous HMS Pogue sat. JJ walked a little ahead of you and Kiara, casually picking at the wedgie through his shorts. Kiara scrunched her nose in disgust while you snorted and had to bite your lip from bursting out laughing.

Riding along the marsh, you chatted with Kiara on the back deck while the boys casted the net at the front. She raved all about the new tarot deck she bought and even practiced some palm readings on you. You didn’t know her very well, seeing as she attended the Kook school, but you were glad she was easy to get along with.

“So what’s the deal with you and JJ?” she asked out of nowhere. From the corner of your eye, you could see Pope do a discreet double-take at her question.

“Um, I’m not really sure,” you answered, “We’re just hanging out, I guess.”

“Well, you’re the first girl he’s ever brought to hang out with us,” she revealed, “Or even really hung out with in general, for that matter.”

A sharp gasp from the boys snapped you both out of your conversation. There, at the tip of the boat, was JJ bending over the net with the prominent lacy bows of his g-string exhibited for the world to see.

John B and Pope doubled over cackling like a pack of hyenas. “JJ what the actual fuck!”

The blonde whipped upright instantly once he caught on, hand flying to cover his backside. His entire face went the brightest shade of red. “Shut the fuck up! Or I’ll kill you both!”

Pope fell to the wooden floor of the deck, trying to regain his breath from the laughter as John B doubled over on top of him.

“Stop it you guys!” Kiara scolded at the boys who were practically in tears. She had to hold back a few giggles herself. “If JJ wants to wear that then let him! I think it’s,” she accidentally snorted, “I think it’s cool!”

JJ fastened his shorts and began play-fighting the hyenas. Meanwhile you filled your girls chat in on the hilarious scene, trying to muffle your own snickering.

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“You want to be a what when you grow up?”

“A hairstylist,” you repeated through the phone. You hoped the pitch change in your voice wasn’t too much to give yourself away. Nevermind the fact that you knew nothing about hair as yours was always wet from surfing.

“Uh okay,” JJ responded, “That was kinda unexpected but you do you I guess.”

You slouched on the old-fashioned armchair in Annalise’s condo while your friends gathered around to listen in on yours and JJ’s call. A fit of snickers and shushes flew through the room as they tried to suppress their noise.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to practice on people for a while now. I need to have experience to get into this beauty school I’ve been looking at,” you went on, “Do you think I could try something on you tomorrow?”

You heard him scratch through the line. “Uh, why me? You don’t have any other friends that you could do it on?”

“Because JJ! You’re like the only blonde I know. And I really want to perfect my bleaching skills. C’mon please! It’ll only be like a shade lighter. You’ll hardly even notice,” you promised in your well-rehearsed begging voice.

“I’m not sure about this one, Y/n. It seems a little risky. Pope and John B are still ragging me for the underwear.”

“Hmph,” you took the phone and held it closer to you, “Come onnnn JJ! I swear it’ll be fine. Please just do me this teensy little thing. I might even return the favor.” Your voice sang at the last bit.

He hiked in a long breath. “F-Fine. Just promise me it won’t be noticeable!”

“Promise!” you cheered as the quad around you erupted in their silent happy dances. “Okay I’m going to go now, see you tomorrow before Sarah’s birthday Loverboy!” You sent him air kisses through the phone and hung up.

“Men are so easy!” Sophia drawled, taking a huge bite of her ice cream pint.

“You’re getting so good at this y/n!” Arabella pretend to wipe away tears, “I’m such a proud mama!”

Maia whisked into her room and popped out seconds later, handing you a bottle of squeeze hair dye. “Here it is. Use it wisely young grasshopper.”

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You showed up to JJ’s house the next day. Thankfully, his dad was out a work so you had the entire house to yourself. Lord knows you needed it with the mild trauma you were about to put this boy through.

You had JJ sit in the bathroom, away from the mirror with his head leaned back and eyes closed. Clumsily, you applied the dye like the Youtube video you watched the night before. Needless to say, you were getting it everywhere- on your clothes, JJ’s clothes, the counters.

It was a disaster. But you played it cool, reminding JJ to keep his eyes shut or the dye will burn them. After wrapping his head in foil sheets and waiting 20 minutes, you bent him over the shower and washed everything out.

Drying his still covered hair in the towel, you yanked it off him as he turned to the mirror and let out a deafening, ear-splitting shriek.

“WHAT THE FUCK! OH MY GOD!”

JJ looked like he was about to cry, horror-stricken, at his bright new bubblegum pink hair.

“What the fuck is this?! What am I going to do?!” he paced back and forth in the clustered bathroom, “Sarah’s surprise party is tonight! John B’s gonna kill me if I don’t go! People can’t see me like this!”

You bit your finger, glancing off to the side. “It was a mistake! I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be ash blonde but I might’ve gotten strawberry blonde instead.”

JJ grabbed your shoulders, desperation drowning his eyes. “You have to fix this right now y/n! We have to be at the beach in an hour!”

“You can’t bleach it again right now,” you protested, “You’ll fry your hair and then it’ll look like a bird’s nest!”

“Then what are we going to do?! I can’t go outside like this!”

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“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Throwing your head back, you finished the remains of the beer and tossed the cup into a nearby bin. The small crowd yelped as you threw your hands up.

JJ crept up behind you and lifted you in the air, spinning you around. “Fuck yeah y/n!”

You patted on the backwards cap on his head and he let you back down, pecking your cheek.

Minutes before you guys arrived, he was able to rummage through is drawers for a hat big enough to stuff his Strawberry Shortcake hair into. Some specks still peeked out underneath, but, in the dark, you couldn’t really tell the island’s golden boy was now a pink poodle.

The birthday girl, Sarah Cameron, skipped over to the group around you and thanked everyone for coming. She had her fingers linked with her new boo and party organizer, John B, as she hugged all her friends.

You met her briefly after the big ‘surprise’ chant when she first arrived. When she referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ in front of everyone, you blushed and ignored her comment even though her and basically all the girls there were wondering the same thing.

If only they knew.

In your peripheral, you spotted your sabotage squad casually stroll into the beach and blend in with the pack of dancing kids. It was time to initiate Plan D.

As the party progressed, you clung onto JJ side due to the fact that you hardly knew anyone there. You sat in his lap during a few drinking games and he even held you up while you did a keg stand.

You were both dancing tipsy for a bit near the bonfire. His hands roamed your body while you pressed your ass to his crotch. You giggled when he bent over and kissed up your neck.

“It’s getting kind of crowded now,” you mentioned at the growing swarm of people. Word probably got out about the party which definitely drew the hordes of tourists that were arriving by the dozen. JJ hummed against your skin.

“We could get out of here for a bit,” you suggested, “Maybe go for a little dip in the water?”

You felt his ears perk. He eyed you questioningly while you sauntered away from him and the throng of people, motioning for him to follow.

And he did. Just like a lost puppy.

Both of you moved to a secluded section of the beach. The waves were calmer, and the music from the party muffled against the sound of the water crashing.

“What is your cute little ass up to now,” JJ teased as you peeled off your top to set on a rock, revealing a sexy push-up black bikini. Again, one of Maia’s.

“Come on! Let’s swim for a bit,” you coaxed, slipping out of your shorts. He grinned when you backed towards the water.

Here goes nothing.

Sultrily, you undid the back string of your bathing suit and flung it onto the sand. JJ’s lips parted slightly. You swore his spirit left his body for a moment.

You bit your lip. Still locking eye contact, you discarded your bottoms next.

Twirling your nude body around, ass in full view, you cocked your head back at the awestruck teenage boy. “What? Cat’s got your tongue? Are you gonna come in or just stand there?”

You’d never seen anyone undress at the speed JJ did, sans hat and everything. “Oh my God!” you squealed at the sight of him stepping out of the pink thong you gave him, “I can’t believe you wear those still!”

He darted towards you and the ocean, the smile on his face stretched all the way to his sculpted cheek bones. “Hey, you like them and they make my ass look good. It’s a win-win for everyone!”

You also couldn’t help but notice his, uh, junk that was swinging while he ran with you. One peep at it and everything clicked in your head as to why women were obsessed with him. It was a very pleasing sight.

Knees deep in the water, his hands drew up your sides. He ogled at your bare body, radiated by nothing but the moon, and you shifted a bit to make sure his back was fully facing the shore.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, resting his hands just atop the swell of your butt. “Fuck,” he purred, “C’mere.”

Bending down, he crashed his lips onto yours, stroking up and down your backside. With one eye open, you peeked towards the rocks where two dark shadows hunched over and scurried away swiftly.

Turning your attention back to the kiss, you briskly pulled away and splashed him before he could react.

“Oh you wanna play huh?” he taunted and lunged at you while you playfully shrieked.

You giggled as he picked you up, hand under your neck and knees, spinning you around a few times before dropping you at a slightly deeper end. You floated back up and splashed at him again with all your might.

JJ swam towards you and wrapped your legs around his waist under the water, only your heads above the water at this point. “You’re so fun,” he gushed, kissing you again, a little more forcefully this time.

You two stayed that way for a bit until you heard the kids from the party faintly singing ‘Happy Birthday’.

“Fuck!” you shouted before scrambling out the water with JJ on your trail. You were able to pick up your bikini from the sand and pull it on. But once you got back to the rock, the only thing left was a single pink thong.

“Where the fuck did our clothes go?!” JJ hollered, outraged.

“Oh my God!” you joined, “Maybe some raccoons took them!”

Not even bothering with your preposterous presumption, he held his hands up to his head in stress. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to go back through the party to even get to the car! And I have fucking pink hair!”

“Uhh, maybe you could swim through the water past them? I could meet you on the other side with a towel.”

“Okay okay! Just hurry!” he urged, hurrying back into the water in just the skimpy underwear.

You jogged back to the party that died down by quite a bit. Only close friends remained.

“Where’s JJ?” Pope asked as you surveyed the area, “He missed the whole cake. We were looking for a lighter for ages.”

You merely shrugged. “Not sure, maybe he left for a bit?”

Pope glanced around, confused until a voice- Sophia’s voice- shrieked from the sides. “Oh my gosh is that JJ?!”

A few gasps emitted from the crowd as Arabella and Annalise shone their flashlights at the bubblegum head perched on top of the water.

“JJ what the fuck are you doing?!” John B yelled, “And why the fuck is your hair pink?!”

JJ looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He laughed sheepishly, “Yeah about that I-”

Before he could finish, the tide pulled out to reveal the fuchsia g-string on his hips. John B face palmed himself and shielded Sarah’s eyes from the indecent scene.

The party exploded in laughter, Pope and Kiara fell to their knees on the sand, joining the mass.

Middle fingers in the air, JJ dashed through the roaring flock and to the car. “Fuck you all! But happy birthday Sarah!”

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chapter six

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G1+Hakyona Angel/Demon @firiare & @bmarvels

Humans have always thought themselves above other creatures even though they were merely just another species like the rest in nature. In the beginning, those with power or abilities fought against humans, but eventually gave up. They realized it was a pointless endeavor, so for the last 200,000 years, they used their magic to fade into human societies, and the ancient myths became nothing more than fairytales. Contrary to what the human societies had conjured up about ‘mythical’ creatures, the truth behind many of the stories were just that, story’s. Tales designed around them to serve a human’s purpose. A scary demon to frighten peasant subjects into submission or an angelic fairy to soothe away the fears in their hearts and offer salvation.

Life wasn’t always easy for any creature on Earth. One must learn to adapt and change, fit in and move forward. But it could be doubly difficult for a mythic creature trying to blend amongst the humans. Over time, most had developed societies within the human civilizations to watch out for their own, or gathering places where they could be their true selves. Forged bonds were also common between creatures and humans who’s loyalty were not in question. It was all meant to protect both sides, for wherever there is room for fear or misunderstanding, problems are unavoidable. Could one imagine a human being brought up to believe a demon is evil, not freaking out if suddenly they’re bf/gf said surprise, I have horns— probably wouldn’t go over well.

Hak new this well enough, he was a half demon after all. Mother was a demon and father a human who’d served in the military. But if this existence didn’t already come with struggle, his mother died during childbirth, and father during an overseas war when Hak was 4 years old. Luckily for him, a close family friend adopted him knowing full well the family’s genealogy. It was an older gentleman with no children of his own. Mundock, or grandpa Mundock raised him to blend into society. Hak turned into a very smart, athletic, capable young man who after college made a modest living working at a shipping company owned by another demon. It was a comfortable, albeit lonely life, because Hak shied away from romantic relationships.

Not that the ‘tall, dark, and handsome,’ stereotypical male couldn’t get a date if wanted to. Instead, he was afraid of falling in love only to have his heart broken if they couldn’t accept what he truly was. But his best friend Jaeha, a dragon in human form, was the opposite of Hak in many ways. Where he was quiet and naively sarcastic, Jaeha was extroverted and flirty. The man constantly tried to set him up with women. Come on, the man would admonish, let’s do a double and have some fun!

“No! No! What part of no, don’t you understand?!” Hak growled at his friend. “I’m not interested.”

“Pfft, boring grumpy ass...” Jaeha walked away from the couch where Hak was lounging with a video game. The conniving man then noticed Hak’s phone sitting on the kitchen island. Fine, he grinned to himself. ‘Time to take matters into my own hands.’

Jaeha opened the phone easily since he knew his friends password, and downloaded a popular dating app. While Hak was too engrossed in his game, he set about creating the perfect profile to lure in the women. Frankly, it wasn’t very hard. One hot profile picture, check. Bio info, stays in shape, works at a shipping company, hobbies include soccer and martial arts. Looking for, monogamous relationship with a sweet, friendly girl who is open minded. Click, send. Within minutes, the app’s inbox was receiving hits. Jaeha happily screened through them, looking for the right girl he was sure Hak would find difficult to say no to. Because despite his friend’s, ‘I don’t wanna date,’ attitude, he knew what Hak’s type was and that he was lonely.

He scrolled through profile after profile of the women messaging Hak looking at their bio’s. They ran the gamut of types, and not just in looks but demeanor from shy to scandalous. Many were obviously just interested in Hak’s appearance, and after close to 50 profiles, even Jaeha was starting to wonder if this was worth the effort.

That’s when he saw her... A pretty, fiery red head with purple eyes who’s effervescent skin and soft, innocent eyes just pulled you in. Her appearance may have caught Jaeha’s attention, but it was really her bio that solidified it. College educated, works as a primary school teacher, with a love of fantasy arts and stories. Oh, she is perfect!

Jaeha checks to make sure Hak is still focused on his game, then sends off a message to the woman.

‘Nice to meet you Yona. I noticed you’re into fantasy stuff, that’s pretty cool.’

‘Hello, nice to meet you too, Hak. Yeah, I find mythical creatures to be fascinating, so I’m always watching out for nice art or good fiction books about them.’

Jaeha grinned at the message. So far, so good. ‘It’s nice to meet someone who appreciates such things. I’ve done a little research on dragons and demons too.’

‘Really? Why demons?’

‘I think they get a bad rap in the old stories.’

‘Lol. You might be right... I don’t think angels are saints either.’

“Wow...” Jaeha mumbled out loud.

“Wow, what?” Hak looked up, questioning his friend.

Shit! “Oh, nothing. I just noticed you killed that opponent is all.”

“Oh,” Hak’s brow raised in suspicion, but he opted to go back to his game.

Jaeha breathed a sigh of relief. He would have to tell his friend the truth, but not yet. Time to go in for the kill.

‘Yona, would you do me the honor and go out on a date with me? I’d really love to get to know you more. How about this Saturday for dinner, restaurant of your choice, my treat.’

Several minutes pass by, but finally she responded. ‘Okay. Merrimans restaurant on Kilauea avenue at 6pm. Make sure to call in a reservation.’

‘Will do. See you then. Have a great rest of your day, Yona.’

‘Nice meeting you too, Hak.’

Jaeha grinned wide and walked over standing in front of his friend. “Hak, buddy, I gotta tell ya something, so turn that stupid game off!”

“No! So move your ass outta my way!”

“I got you a date.” Jaeha held the phone at arms length with the picture of Yona on the screen for Hak to see it. “Saturday, 6pm.”

“You did what?!” Hak stood up and grabbed his phone from the man’s hand, his blue eyes turning red in anger. “I told you, I’m not going out on a date!”

“Fine.” Jaeha crossed his arms over his chest, but a smug, unperturbed look still on his face. “Then you can be the bad guy and turn her down. Go ahead Hak, be the mean guy who breaks her heart.”

“You son-of-a!”

“Just look at her Hak. She’s pretty, she’s smart, and— she’s into creatures! She’s perfect for you! I’m tired of watching you moping around our apartment, you need a damn girlfriend.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“No, I’m your awesome wingman.” Jaeha winked and started to walk away. “Don’t forget to make the reservations. Details in the chat.”

“Fucking prick!” Hak groaned and plopped back onto the couch with a thud. His friend got him good this time, because he knew Hak didn’t have it in him to be mean to a girl. So, begrudgingly he started reading the woman’s profile.

Yona. ‘She’s tiny...’ okay, so, she is very attractive... and her comments about angels and demons catches his attention. No wonder Jaeha liked this one. But Hak wasn’t getting his hopes up, because finding them fascinating is still not the same as how someone would react if one were standing right in front of them. ‘Merrimans,’ at least she had good taste. He calls and sets up the reservation. “Ugh, this better turn out okay,” Hak yelled out loud enough for his roommate to hear it. “Or I’m kicking your ass dragon!”

It was four days until the fateful dinner date and he’d be fooling himself to say he wasn’t nervous, anxious to see if this girl could really be different from all the others, yet realistic that it may not turn out that way. Hak went about his work days like normal, never showing his co-workers or delivery customers anything beyond a mask of invincibility. He prided himself on never losing his cool, a behavior he’d maybe inherited from his military father. Even though inside he was a mess. Ugh! This is exactly why he avoided this area of the heart! Because in that way he was more like his mother according to gramps. His mom was a tough demon with a heart of gold who hated the idea of hurting anyone. Hak too didn’t like to let anyone down, and his respect for women came from stories about her.

What if this Yona woman liked him back but couldn’t accept his true identity? He’d break both their hearts. Maybe it would be best to let her down gently right from the beginning? This and more Hak pondered during those four days, his mind constantly calculating the options and odds. So that by Saturday morning his decision was made, right or wrong. He’ll go through with the date, but make it clear he’s not interested. Yes! That’s what he’ll do. Shield them both from future misery. Yona’s a beautiful woman, she’ll find someone better.

“Hi,” Hak stood before the hostess stand. “I have a 6pm reservation under...”

“Hak?”

A tiny female voice behind him sent a shiver right up his spine. Hak whipped around at his name, a surging sense of power titillating the nerve cells of his skin. “Yona?” The woman exuded something he’d never encountered before.

“Hello,” the woman smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-Yeah,” cheeks heating up, “it’s nice to meet you too. Um,” he turned back to the hostess still flustered and mind racing, “Hak, reservation for two.”

“Welcome to Merriman’s,” the hostess responded. “Please, right this way,” she gestured for the pair to follow.

Hak stepped aside and motioned for Yona to go first, then followed behind. Clearly this woman was not human, but what she was, he wasn’t sure of. Her energy was bright, soothing, and so inviting that it almost overruled his own thoughts. Was she a succubus?! What little he knew of them came from the stories, how they lured men in with their beguiling natures. Hak shook his head of those thoughts before they could be seated. Yona only came up to his chest she was so tiny, so that the idea of her being a strong demon was hard to grasp. Well, whatever she was, this date wasn’t going to be as easy to get through as he’d hoped.

The air between them was expectedly nervous. Hak couldn’t tell if Yona had figured out his nature yet, and she sure wasn’t behaving like it. To anyone around them, they simply appeared as a couple on a quiet dinner date. He did his best to stay engaged, though she initiated most of the conversations. They talked about things Hak assumed any pair would when trying to get to know each other. Family, friends, interests, but nothing overly reaching and he definitely didn’t want to just bluntly ask about creatures, not in a restaurant where they were surrounded by humans.

She was everything her dating profile had made her appear to be and more, and he felt himself being pulled in. It created a growing dilemma as the night wore on, and Hak found it more and more difficult to stick to his original plan. By the dessert round, he knew he needed to make a decision, so screw it, he’ll ask the question that could get him immediate answers.

As soon as they exit the restaurant, where no one was around, Hak launched into his question. “I’m gonna be straight with you Yona. It was actually my roommate who set this all up, not me because he thinks I need a girlfriend. A-And I’m not saying it wouldn’t be nice, but there’s things about me that—”

Yona placed a finger on his lips to hush him. “Not here. Someone might hear us.” She then took his hand, “there’s somewhere safer we can talk.”

“O-Okay...” Hak blushed both from her commandingly gentle reaction and her hand in his!! He followed quietly as she led them just a few storefronts away to another business, giving up total control like a putty in her hands. If Jaeha saw them, Hak wouldn’t hear the end of it. How the mighty demon Hak was subdued by a tiny woman...

The business itself was nothing special, just a bar from the outside. But then Yona continued inside towards the back, stopping in front of a wall. Hak watched in awe as she muttered a few words in another language and suddenly a door appeared. They went through it and that’s when Hak realized they were still in the bar, just a section reserved for creatures!

After moving them to the side, Yona turned around and giggled. “Let me see the real you, Hak,” she spoke as she dropped her own glamor and white feathery wings suddenly appeared from her back along with a yellow effervescent glow on her skin.

His eyes flashed wide in shock, but he complied with her request. Hak turned off his glamor to reveal two short, pointed black horns on his head, a long black leathery tail, and talons on his fingers.

“You’re a demon” She verified.

“And you’re an angel,” Hak breathed out. “Now I understand that comment from the chat.”

She nodded. “But I have a confession as well,” Yona confided. “I already knew you’re a demon because your friend Jaeha contacted me a couple of days ago suspicious of my remark.” She chuckled, “he really looks out for you, I hope you know he cares.”

“He’s a pain in the ass,” Hak grumbled, “but yeah, that’s why he’s also my best friend.”

“Well?” Yona placed a hand on her hip in a cocky pose. “What do you think? I know I like what I see, but what about you?”

Hak snorted a laugh. An angel... who’s not a saint, huh? This woman was intriguing for sure. “Alright, angel. You’ve got my attention.”

The sound of clapping, and a slap on his back, caused Hak to spin around, swinging at the offender. But what he found instead was his green-scaled dragon roommate.

“Whoa!” Jaeha caught Hak’s fist. “I’m just here to congratulate you buddy.”

“Damn it, slanty eyes!” Hak counter punched the man in his chest. “But... thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Jaeha laughed, “now come on!” He gathered the couple one of each side of him, and pulled them towards the dance floor. “Time to celebrate my buddy’s finally got a girlfriend!”

“I swear to hell I’m gonna kill you Dragon!”

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