#i feel bad bc i just got a pay raise and am still looking into other things to raise my pay but i don't think it'll be enough
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Watching videos about how much my job sucks and. I think this may be a sign
#was trying to transfer out but it doesn't look like it's gonna work out. god. god. i think this might have to be it.#i feel bad bc i just got a pay raise and am still looking into other things to raise my pay but i don't think it'll be enough#for the things i put up with. namely the understaffing.#the work isn't engaging and it's like. i wanna be cool with an easy job like ringing people up but it's like.#it leaves me just understimulated enough that i'm like. i could be writing rn. i could be drawing#a second store is my last ditch effort but they hired the most useless tech on earth to be my replacement so#the chances are slim to none now. the cynicism and misanthropy this job has given me is like. unreasonable#listening to nin all day is only gonna get me so far. there has to be another way good god#shai speaks
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Walls, Brawls, & Sudden Rainfalls ⣠hrj
⣠pairing: renjun x reader
⣠genre: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, fluff!, slow burn (!), college au
⣠wc: 23.6k (gawdamn)
⣠summary: Your first impression of Huang Renjun wasnât the greatest. In fact, the first two encounters you did have with him were enough for you to conclude that he was just some cold-blooded boy who genuinely didnât care about anyone else but himself. That was, of course, before the (damn) universe brings you both together to work on the local daycareâs mural.
âł Alternatively where first impressions blind the fact that you two actually fit quite well together.
⣠warnings?: Brief mention of underage drinking, Renjun and reader argue really childishly lots, when I meant slow burn, I really did mean slow burn, very very brief mention of doing the dirty bc reader chooses to be dirty-minded (but they don't actually do it nonono)
⣠an: this is the longest fic I've posted ever (so far), so it feels like Iâve incubated it in the womb, went into labour, gave birth, raised it, and now I'm setting it shi free and into the world lmaooo,,, anyways thank you so much to @hoonieji (my bestie) for reading over this and reassuring me that it was going great,, I hope you all enjoy this!!! <333
⣠taglist!: @hoonieji @nanaflwers @dandelionxgal @flowerpotrenjun @renjun-fairy @she-is-dreaming @mosviqu @hibernatinghamster @glamourizz â can't tag @markleeiloveyou @lovehowdream
ONE.
With the hundreds, hell even thousands, of people in university, there will always be a handful of rude, miserable people that you were deemed to run into sooner or later.Â
Sure, not all of them mean to be rude. Often, there would be the occasional bump on the shoulder in the crowded corridors⌠Or there would be those newly woken up individuals who would give dirty looks, obviously not giving a single fuck. Youâre a nice person. You understand those people since everyone did had bad days. But there was one manâcoughâboy that genuinely had an attitude that needed to be fixed.Â
You didnât know his name, nor did you want to know his name, but you could easily pick him out of a crowd because of the smug look he always repped. Funnily enough, it was the very look you wanted to very badly slap off of his face.Â
The only reason you knew of him was that he seemed to have a desire to be a menace to those who got in his way and unfortunately, you constantly ended up being on the receiving end of these situations.Â
There was one morning you had been running late to classânoâyou were sprinting to the auditorium in hopes of only missing the run-through of the previous class. Your field of vision chose to settle only on the doors of your class, which at the time was a huge mistake. The focal point blocked out everything else, causing you to run into the before mentioned boy in a rough manner.Â
âWhat the fuck!?â You both were on the ground, briefly stunned at the collision, âThis shirt is expensive!â You looked up and realized that dark coffee had stained the boyâs light-coloured shirt. The look on his face caused your heart to drop and eyes to widen.Â
âIâm so sorry! I really am! Iâm just lateââ
âI didnât ask for an explanation,â he scoffed. He stood up, peeling the shirt off of his skin. It tented easily.Â
âI can repay youâŚâ You say quickly, speaking before you could even process what you wanted to say.
âCan you pay for a hundred-dollar shirt?â
You shake your head, but you think of alternative ways to repay him. Only him interrupting you even before you could begin listing them indicated that he wanted none of it, âYou know what? It doesnât matter.â And at that he leaves you stunned, belongings still scattered around your puzzled self.
âWell fuck you, then,â you mumbled. Rolling your eyes, you were pulled back into the situation you had been in prior to the encounter. Class was a lot more important than some douche anyway.
Another encounter between you both happened after about a month of the first. The Starbucks found on campus was not at its busiest, yet it was not quite empty either. The baristas and cashiers worked their hardest to satisfy their customers, walking to and from different stations behind the counter.Â
âHi, can I order a grande iced caramel macchiato?â You questioned, one of your earphones sitting in your hand. The cashier nodded, asking for your name and other necessary information before you paid.Â
You thanked her before slowly moving towards the serving counter, taking notice of the boy when you did. He had his head down, attention directed at his phoneâs screen. He, too, had earphones in, practically blocking out his surroundings. In a way, you were glad he didnât notice your presence, the memory of last monthâs conflict running through your head.Â
You placed yourself at the corner of the cafe, away from the boy but close to the counter. When you ordered at a cafe, you would often pay attention to the baristas, watching as they mixed up the drinks. You could see yours being made, which had been quick as there were still people waiting for their drinks.Â
When the barista finally clicked a lid onto the cup, you begin making your way to the counter, ready to take it and leave. She slid the designated smaller straw next to the drink, so you grabbed it before the drink, then made your leave. Little did you know, the drink you took wasnât actually your drink.Â
âExcuse me!âÂ
You genuinely didnât hear the boy calling you because of music blaring through your earphones. And even though he was waving his arms to catch your attention through your peripheral vision, your attention was poured entirely on the drink you held snugly in your hand, poking the straw in.Â
âExcuse me!âÂ
He finally caught up to you, grabbing your shoulder to stop you. The sudden contact caused you to jump, attention shooting from the drink and up to the boy. You donât say anything, pausing the current bop that was playing.Â
âThatâs my drink,â he gestured towards the drink, âWell not my drink but my friend told me to pick it up for him.â
You look down at the name, seeing a Donghyuck printed on the sticker. You blushed and replied sheepishly, âOh Iâm sorry, I genuinely thought it was mineâŚâ You hold it out to him, âDo you want it? I haven't taken a sip from it yet.â
âOf course I want it, Iâve been waiting for ages,â he mutters, promptly grabbing the drink from your hand. Without another word, he walks away, muttering a string of words you couldnât quite make out.Â
âWhat? No âthank youâ?!â You yell back.Â
He doesnât turn back, and not because he had his music playing, but because he didnât want to. You curse under your breath and walk back to the cafe, seeing that your drink with your name on it had been waiting for you.Â
Though you didnât have the right to judge an individual, especially since you didnât even know his name, the two encounters had given you a bad image of him. Two encounters in two different situations⌠you were being polite in both situations regardless of how embarrassed you had been only to be returned with cold responses. Who did he think he was?Â
âLi Shang.â
âI agree, one hundred percent,â you replied. Yeji held up a hand for you to give her a high-five, which you completed. The conversation topic on Disney Princes had been more entertaining than the chemistry homework due next week, âThatâs why youâre my best friend.â
âHim and Prince Naveen,â she kisses her fingers in a âchef kissâ type of movement, âThatâs all I have to say.â
âAlso!â You hold up a finger, pause for dramatic effect and state, âTadashi Hamada.â
âHeâs not a prince⌠but I will let it pass because itâs Tadashi Hamada,â she giggles. You watch her sit back in the library chair she pulled out from another table because it had padding for your butt, smiling. She drops her pen onto her textbook, âTaste.â
Before you could reply and add to her comment, a third presence appears to the right of you and the left of Yeji, which puts the conversation on pause. You turn to see Jaemin bent down to catch his breath. He had a wrinkled sheet of paper in one hand and his phone in the other, his bag open at the top.Â
âWoah, are you good?â You asked, standing up and assisting him towards one of the seats as if he were one of the elderly you helped once in a while at the old folks home. He nods but keeps silent, taking in deep breaths.Â
Once Jaemin finally caught his breath, he began to spew out whatever news he had for you or Yeji, âThatâs the⌠most exercise Iâve⌠done in years.â He gulps and sighs out, âAnyways, Y/N youâre looking for a place to work or volunteer at right? Like art-wise or something? Kids? Puppies? I donât know⌠I forgot what you were going forâŚâ
You nodded, âJust any type of volunteer or temporary job⌠Yeah, I still have no luck.â
âWell, this is perfect for you then!â Jaemin flattens out the crumpled-up sheet of paper in front of you, âThey need some people to help paint a mural for this daycare. No previous experience needed. As long as you can hold a paintbrush!â
Yeji leans in to get a look at the sheet, âWoah, you get paid too! That sounds like fun. I would do it with you if I wasnât busy with these damn classes.â She sinks back into her chair and begins playing with the sheets of her textbook.
âI ran here because a bunch of people might want the job.â Jaemin says, âThe daycare is literally just behind the campus.âÂ
You stand up, the adrenaline Jaemin previously possessed taking over your veins, âCan you watch my stuff!?â Your phone was already in hand and you were ready to sprint out of the library and to the daycare Jaemin had been talking about.Â
âOf couââ
And at that, you were gone and running towards the building. To your luck, the library was by the back of the campus, so the run wasnât as far as you anticipated. You could sense other students eyeing you as you sped past, though you didnât really care since you were merely a flash in their eyes.Â
Once you had arrived at the daycare, you entered and made your way to the front counter, âHello, Iâm here for the painting job?âÂ
The lady at the desk looked exhausted, eyes halfway closed and face struggling to present a welcome expression, âCan you draw and paint? All that kind of stuff?âÂ
âYes! Thatâs mostly why the job appealed to me,â you replied, âDo you need a resumââ
âYouâre hiredâŚâ she mumbled stiffly, âPlease fill this sheet out and show up here on Saturday at one in the afternoon for further instruction.âÂ
Smiling, partly stunned, you nodded before turning to leave. That was easier than you thought⌠all that running was worth it.
TWO.
You sat across the street from the daycare, contemplating whether it would be better to come early or right on time. Through the windows, you could see that they werenât as busy as yesterday due to it being a Saturday. It wouldnât hurt to show up early right? Standing up, you dust your butt off before making your way to the crosswalk.Â
âHello, Iâm here for the job information. I was hired yesterday,â you explained, âMy name is Y/N L/N.â The person (wo)manning the desk was a different lady from a few days ago. The woman held a smile on her face, one that reached her eyes so, to you, it seemed like a genuine smile. You squinted at her name tag, which read Joy.Â
Huh⌠fittingâŚ
âOh good!â She exclaimed, âNow you can sit just over there as weâre waiting for another person.â
âAnother person?â
âOf course! Weâre not expecting one person to work on the entire mural alone. Itâs larger than it looks, so we decided to hire anyone who asked. Those two were you two,â she explained the situation, âIâll further explain the objective of the assignment when the other boy arrives.â
Your ears perked up as you nodded, Boy? A small little piece of you started hoping that, whoever this other person was, was cute.Â
You hear the door open behind you, a small greeting leaving the lips of the smiley woman, âOh! This must be him! Are you here for the job?â
âYes, maâam,â the voice replied. It sounded rather familiar, but you were unable to pinpoint who it could have belonged to. Curious, you turn to look at the owner of the voice. Once you had processed who had been standing a few feet away from you, your jaw dropped.Â
You both speak at once, evidently shocked at the coincidence.
âYou!?âÂ
You couldnât help but feel the sudden impulse to quit the job before it even started. Youâd rather accidentally fall into dog shit than work with this unnamed douche of a boy.Â
âDo you two know each other?â Joy questioned, âThatâs even bettââ
âN-no, not quite,â you interrupted, âWeâve just⌠had a few encounters on campus.â You choose to turn your body completely towards Joy so that you couldnât accidentally look at the other presence.Â
Joy nods, âMakes sense⌠Anyways, name?â She directed the question towards the boy, pulling out another sheet from a clipboard.Â
âHuang Renjun.â It was funny finally being able to put a name to his face, especially after all this time. But you very much preferred âthat boyâ over his name.Â
You feel him approach the desk, standing beside you as Joy begins going over the job instructions. You two were expected to paint a mural over the next month, about two to four days per week depending on how long you both worked. The theme of the painting is what was expected from a daycare mural, something pleasing to the eye, especially the eyes of kids. The two of you had freedom over what you wanted to paint but were expected to get the idea checked over by Joy before the actual painting started. Once that was approved, theyâll provide all the supplies for the painting process to begin. Easy.Â
If only you were working on the project with anyone else but Huang Renjun.Â
âAny further questions?â Joy concluded, shifting her glance between you and Renjun. You both shook your heads, âOkay good. I think a rough deadline for the idea should be around the end of next week? The boss really needs this done in a month.â You both nodded silently before turning to leave the daycare.Â
âHow do you want to brainstorm the idea?â Renjun had muttered before you were able to walk off.
âI donât know,â you shrugged, âHow do you?âÂ
He scowls, âI guess we can just meet up here during designated hours?âÂ
âThat makes the most sense, doesnât it?â you donât feel like replying to him kindly if he spoke with an underlying attitude. Someone really needed to teach him basic manners.Â
âWhatever.â Renjun leaves you alone in front of the daycare, giving you a chance to roll your eyes behind his back.Â
You choose not to walk away from the daycare until youâre sure heâs left, opting to use your phone and scroll through whatever notifications youâve missed during the meeting. Your face is left in a painful grimace, one that you didnât even feel youâve rendered on your face.Â
You canât believe youâre working on a team project with this particular boy out of all people. Yes, it was a bit overdramatic, but youâre not quite sure how to work with someone youâve only had bad encounters with. It also doesnât help that he seems to have mutual feelings for youâwhich you find particularly ridiculous since you really havenât done anything wrong to him on purpose.
Itâs somehow the next day when youâre able to tell Yeji about the happenings of yesterday. Though the topic only came up when Jaemin questions you about the gig and Yeji notices how your face contorts into a stiff frown. The both of you are sitting in the dining hall, food half-finished but untouched for the past ten minutes.
âWhatâs up with your face?â Yeji questions, almost laughing out loud at your shift in mood. This is something you really liked about Yeji. She was talented at reading facial expressions. There could be the tiniest quirk in your brow and sheâd be questioning you to worldâs end.Â
You purse your lips and stare back at her, âWhat face?âÂ
âThis face,â Yeji contorts her face into an exaggerated glower, âWhatâs up with that? I thought you were excited about the painting gig?â Jaemin nods along to what Yeji said.Â
You donât reply for one long second, trying to figure out how to explain to your best friend what happened yesterday afternoon. âDo you remember that guy I was really pissed off about a few weeks ago?âÂ
Yeji pauses to think, âThe guy with the coffee?âÂ
You think about it and realize that both encounters youâve had with Huang Renjun involved coffee. âYeah, him! Today, at the meeting, guess who came as my temporary partner for the project.â
âNo way!â Yejiâs eyes open, âThatâs a whole coincidence! No wonder why you looked all pissed.â You can tell by the new wave of expression on her face that she feels sorry, âIs he still⌠douchey?â
Your eyes widen as you nod, leaning forward, âYeah, but whatâs new?â Youâre about to roll your eyes, mouth opening with an intention to add more, but Yejiâs eyes shift from you to something behind you. She holds her gaze there for a few moments before her brows furrow in confusion. Her eyes flicker back to you.
âYou know itâs not good to be talking bad about someone behind their backs right?â You turn and see Renjun with a friend of his. âSomeoneâs ending up on Santaâs naughty list.â
Your brows knit together, âYouâre one to say somethingâŚâ
Renjun throws you a look before taking a long sip from his drink. You canât help but look at the beverage, an iced matcha latte, and feel yourself craving it. It looks good.
Renjun clears his throat, âAnyways, weâre meeting tomorrow.â His friend stands awkwardly behind him, looking like he just wants to be there to eat.Â
âThat doesnât even sound like a question,â you point out.Â
He shrugs, âBecause itâs not⌠I have places to be.â
You look over at Yeji whoâs witnessing the attitude of the one and only Huang Renjun. Even you can see that Yejiâs shocked at how Renjunâs interacting with you.
âFine, whatever,â you wave him off, âWhatever makes you leave.â
âGood, because I wasnât even going to give you a choice. Iâm showing up even if youâre not there.â At that, Renjun and his (poor) friend walk away, leaving both you and Yeji rather stunned.Â
In the corner of your eye, you see Yeji turn to look at you, so you look back, noticing her sorry expression, âGood luck tomorrow, Y/N.â
You thank her. Not because it was what people usually replied to the comment, but because you knew you genuinely needed it.
THREE.
Upon entering the daycare and being directed into a secluded room by Irene, another employee who ran the desk, you find Renjun sitting hunched over a sheet of paper. You could see his hand was working fast and that his attention was focused mostly on whatever he was doing. One side of the room gave you and Renjun a look at the main area of the daycare.Â
âYouâre late,â he muttered, not looking up.Â
âYouâre early,â you retorted. The clock at the corner of the room tells the truth. You had only been five minutes late. How much brainstorming could the boy have even done in that span of time?
He doesnât reply to your response, slumping back in his chair to continue his brainstorming. You canât help but make a face behind his back, slipping into a chair at the same table but across from him, refusing to sit next to him. You didnât want him looking over your shoulder during your creative process, or else youâd lose your mind.Â
But then you remembered that you were here to work with him. âYou know, we met up here so that we can work on the idea together,â you point out, âBut you do seem like the person who wouldnât know what the word cooperation means.â Not even two minutes into this so-called meeting and you want to leave.Â
Maybe you should just quit.
âYou donât even know me?â Renjun lifts his head towards you and scoffed, âSo you canât say that.â âYouâre right,â you nodded, âI donât know you, but Iâve bumped into you enough times to know you donât give a single fuck about those you donât know.â You pull out a pencil from your bag and take one of the spare sheets of paper sitting in the middle of the table. You start to write out random phrases that come to mind, whether it be inspirational or a pop culture reference.Â
Renjun scoffs, âIâll have you know, most of our encounters happened because of you.â You can see heâs adding colour to his draft, giving you no direct attention, âThis all would be avoided if you werenât an accident waiting to happen.â
âYou know thereâs always better ways to go about those same situations,â you spit back, âBecause, I donât know, accidents happen? Other people wouldnât make big deals out of them.âÂ
Renjun mutters a quiet âwhatever,â under his breath, huffing out in frustration as he continues with his draft. At this point, youâre halfway done with your draft, which consisted of a cute scene of kids and a generic playground background. It was a bit mediocre, but you thought simple was cute. You both continue on in silence, letting the sounds of the kids playing drown it out.Â
The silence wasnât awkward. In fact, you could listen to the serene, no-sound room as if it were a hit song youâve been obsessing over the past week. Anything but Renjunâs voice was a blessing, especially in situations like this.Â
After about half an hour, Renjun looks over at your draft, âYou do know kids canât read, right? At least kids attending this daycare.â
You scowl. âYeah and?â You continued with your business, âHavenât you seen that movie âThe Pursuit of Happynessâ?âÂ
Renjun thinks for a hot second, âNo.â
Your eyes shot up at him, surprised that he hasnât seen the classic. When you werenât in the mood to watch other movies, youâd naturally gravitate towards rewatching that one. It was a good movie, one that made you cry, yes, but you liked the underlying meaning behind the movie. âThat explains everything.â
âWhat do you mean?â
You ignore his question completely, âThere were words on that daycareâs mural, I donât think itâs wrong to add some words to the mural, Huang Renjun. Besides, lettering is what Iâm best at.âÂ
Renjun glares at you. âWhat if I donât want words on the mural?â He quickly glances down at his own picture. It was more of a realistic picture, one of the skies with balloons floating through the scene. Attached to some of the balloons were toys or items associated with being a kid. It was simple, but he found it rather cute. To him, it beat your average picture of kids by a playground.
âWhat if I donât want⌠whatever that is?â you childishly argue back, âLook, I know my idea is simple, but simple is easier and simple is usually best. Your picture has so much shading⌠imagine the two of us having to paint that.â
Renjun tries to hold back a laugh, âAre you serious? My pictureâs obviously better than yours.âÂ
You both immaturely argue for another twenty minutes, pointing out the most ridiculous reasons for why your own pictures were one-hundred-and-ten percent better than the otherâs. And it was consequently the stubbornness that both you and Renjun possessed that leaves you both with no decision by the time the shift was near over.
Your eyes drift to the clock sitting above the window, âTimeâs almost up and we still havenât figured out what we want to do. Letâs just settle with mine.â You push the picture towards the centre of the table, eyes holding your hopes of your idea being chosen. Maybe Renjun will finally break.Â
âI donât think we should,â Renjun shrugs, voice monotone, âLetâs just⌠decide on it the next shift. I really donât want to deal with thisâor youâright now.â Renjun picks his phone up and takes a picture of his and your pictures sitting in the middle of the table for reference.
You follow in pursuit before snatching your draft from its spot. You feel a sense of relief knowing that you can finally return to your Huang-Renjun-less life. âFine, whatever you want. I donât wanna deal with you either.âÂ
The shift abruptly ends with Renjun taking his leave first, leaving the room without another word. He bids a quick goodbye to Irene, who has no knowledge of what just happened before exiting the building entirely.Â
Renjun feels nothing but irritation walking back to his dorm room. Days ago, he remembers being excited about the gig. He gets paid to do something he truly loves, all while giving such a flat looking building some colour to make it pop, which clearly was a win-win for both him and the daycare. But the fact that youâre there with the apparent purpose to contradict everything heâs planned, the excitement was simply sucked out of it all.
Renjun finally settles back at his shared dorm room, hanging his bag on the back of the nearest dining room chair before sitting himself at the couch, where both Donghyuck and Jeno were playing Super Smash Bros. Although they were rather loud, heâs just glad to be back in an atmosphere he knows he can relax in.Â
âHey, how was your painting thingy?â Jeno asks, eyes glued to the screen. In between Jenoâs question and Renjunâs response, thereâs rapid clicking coming from the two boysâ controllers.Â
âIt was⌠fine, I guess,â Renjun mutters. He pulls up his phone and mindlessly swipes through social media.Â
Both Donghyuck and Jeno donât fail to notice the bummed tone in his voice. Donghyuck speaks up, ââI guessâ?â Thereâs more clicking, âYou suck at this, Jeno.â
âRemember who Iâm working with?â Renjun hints, âShe literally contradicts everything I say and do for no fucking reason. Itâs draining.â
More clicks. Then Jeno finally replies, âThat doesnât sound fun at all. Maybe sheâs not aware about what sheâs doing?â
Renjun sighs, âI think she knows what sheâs doing. I just think sheâs doing it to spite me. You should hear her arguments. Theyâre so senseless and they make me want to laugh.â
On his phone, Renjun pulls up the photo heâs taken of both of your drafts and enlarges yours. This is the first time today that heâs able to properly look at your picture and he canât help but actually like it. No, he still doesnât like your idea about the kids and the playground, but the words you had chosen to letter over top the main picture.Â
Adventure Is Out There. Although it was pulled directly from the movie Up, the quote works perfectly well with the daycareâs name, The Adventurers. He liked it. But he wouldnât admit that to your face.Â
Renjun zooms out of your picture to show both of your drafts once again, eyes glancing between both images. The gears in his head begin turning, Renjunâs creative process in the works, as begins mustering up an idea that could possibly work for the both of you.
âHow about we take your quote and add it to my picture?âÂ
Itâs two days later and Renjunâs monotonously suggesting the idea that had developed in his mind some nights ago. No other ideas have been brought up since then and Renjun wants nothing else but to start on the project.Â
You look up at him with a raised brow, âOh, so Huang Renjunâs finally admitting that his picture is plain as shit?â Youâre not against what Renjunâs suggesting, only because what he was thinking made sense. The balloons that his drawing had reminded you of Up. It did go well with your quote, plus you were able to incorporate your want of lettering.Â
Renjun narrows his eyes at you, âItâs not âplain as shit.â I just want to get this over with.â He reaches for a brand new piece of paper and begins drawing a second copy of his drawing.Â
You sigh. âFine whatever. But I get to suggest something about it too.â You eye how quick he was to copy down his drawing, head pivoting back and forth to replicate it.Â
Renjun chooses not to look up, âWhat is it?â Although he was willing to hear you out, thereâs still a splash of irritation in his voice.Â
âDonât make it so realistic.â
His head is brought up to look at you, âAnd why not?â
âItâs a daycare,â you say flatly, âDo you not remember that? Whereâs the âcuteâ factor in making it look realistic? This isnât a commission from the city, Huang Renjun.âÂ
You have a valid point, Renjun thinks. He admits heâs been treating this as more important than it really was, but thatâs just how he was. âFine. It will be easier to paint anyway.â Renjun turns back to the new drawing, making it a little more kid-like. He refrains from colouring the picture before sliding it in your direction, âThe quote.â
Pulling the new draft towards you, you pick up your own pencil and start your part of the drawing. Looking at Renjunâs sketch, you realize that you canât place the words exactly how you had it on your original draft. There were areas that you didnât want to cover.Â
âAfter youâre done, Iâll colour it,â Renjun mutters, âWrite down the supplies we need, then we can leave.âÂ
Only you using your eyes to look at him, you reply, âSure.â And when he looks back down at his phone, you roll your eyes. Someone needs to tell him to simmer down with his attitude. Then maybe you can tolerate him easier.Â
You pass the sheet of paper back to Renjun and sigh. Thereâs a sense of relief in your chest when you realize that this part of the process was over. Thinking back to two days ago, the way you and Renjun argued over what to do for the mural, you thought that there was no way you were getting it done in time, at least not with both of you being satisfied.Â
But thatâs all done and over with. Luckily this was the hardest part of the project.Â
Right?
FOUR.
âYouâre gonna be there for how long?â Yeji peers over her laptopâs screen, eyes wide at what you just told her.Â
âFour hours,â you answer, âThatâs not even that long, Yej.â Youâre laughing quietly as you put your sneakers on, half-assedly tying the laces. The walk there is around ten minutes and itâs already 1:48. You can already hear Renjunâs âyouâre late,â along with his deadpan expression.
âI know, but Iâm going to be here alone on a weekend afternoon,â she whines. You watch as her face quickly changes expressions, âWait do you want me to bring you a snack later? Rub it into Renjunâs face that you have a great best friend who brings you food?â She bats her eyes and angles her face to convince you into saying yes.
You shake your head, âItâs only four hours today cause weâre finally starting the mural and we want to get the base done today. And Iâll be fine, I promise. Maybe invite Jaemin here for the time being.âÂ
âHeâs off somewhere with his friend,â Yeji sighs, âBut whatever you say. Iâll miss you!â
You playfully roll your eyes, âBye Yej. Iâll miss you, too.â And at that, youâre off to the daycare.Â
The peaceful walk to the daycare can be the calm before the storm, the storm being Huang Renjun. The idea made you laugh a little bit, childishly picturing Renjun like how animators would draw angry anime characters with a crimson face, steam blowing out of their ears and nose, and pupil-less eyes. You feel like thatâs the only emotional state youâve seen the boy in and you canât help but curiously imagine how Renjunâs smile would look.Â
You shake that thought out of your head before you let it run further into nonsense, finally arriving at the building. Through the glass doors, you can see Renjun sitting by the front desk. Upon entering, Joy, who was sitting at her computer, looks up with a bright smile, âGood afternoon, Y/N.â Renjun does nothing but let his attention waver over you for a quick second before going back to his own business.Â
âHi, Joy,â you greet back, âSorry to keep you waiting.â Renjun finally stands up and stands at your side.
âOh, no, no! Youâre right on time and I will speak to you guys very quickly before I let you guys get to work,â she rounds the counter and leads you both to the meeting room like always, âSo since the draft was approved, the supplies you needed, plus ones Iâve added are just in here. Grab what you need and you guys are free to start.â She shows you a closet near the back of the room, opening the door to reveal the many supplies that were ordered.
âThank you, Joy,â Renjun nodded.
âItâs no problem! If you guys have any concerns, you know who to go to!â Spinning on her heel, Joy flashes one last smile.
âChalk, white paint, string, ruler,â Renjun mumbles, taking the supplies up into his arms.Â
You grab the paint brushes, âWhy do we need half of what you just said?â
Renjunâs walking out of the room, paying almost no mind to you and your question.Â
âHuang Renjun,â you say firmly, âCan you answer my question?â You both are outside at this point, âOr⌠or else Iâll chuck this brush at you!â Although it was a joke, you subconsciously knew you would if he seriously didnât open his mouth within the next minute.
âSo I can draw a grid?â He speaks to you as if you were stupid.
Oh, heâs going to get it, you think, but your thoughts and your body think and do different things. Your body decides to stay grounded where you were, âAnd why would we need a grid?â
Renjun huffs and turns to his bag. He fishes out the draft you both had made last week, only thereâs a graph lightly drawn over it, âSo we can replicate the picture onto the wall.â Renjun thought this over the past few days. If he and you wanted to mural to turn out exactly how you both had drawn it, eyeing it wouldnât be the best to go about it. Hell, even drawing out a rough sketch of it could be difficult through eyeing it.Â
âCanât we just free-hand it?â Youâre not understanding why Renjun wants to make the job more difficult than it was. There were only two of you. If there were maybe four of you working on the mural, then sure, go ahead and draw a graph, but there were only two of you.
Renjun shakes his head, âI think itâs worth it to draw the graph, that way thereâs no chance of messing up.â He fiddles mindlessly with the string heâs been holding. You can tell by the expression on his face that heâs serious about this. You want to tell him that, âbro, this is a mural for a daycare, it doesnât need to be one-hundred-percent perfect,â but Renjun looks like heâs ready to fight for what he wants.Â
âFine, letâs draw the graph,â you say.Â
Renjun looks at you confused. Whyâd you back down so quick? âHuh?âÂ
âBut you do it all on your own.âÂ
Ah⌠There it is.
âIâll just sit here and wait for you to finish.â
Renjun wants to laugh out loud, not because the situation was funny, but because he canât believe youâre actually saying what you just said. âAre you serious?â
You sit down at a nearby bench and nod, âWhy would I be joking? You sure do act like you know what you want to do⌠so, go ahead. Do it.â A spiteful smile rises upon your lips and you wave for him to go on with his task. Being the stubborn boy he was, Renjun gives you one firm look before turning towards the small ladder. He drags it towards the right end of the wall and begins preparing the materials.
You watch him out of curiosity, wanting to know how heâll manage to do it all on his own. You want to see if heâll ask for your help, or end up wanting to free-hand the rough sketch in end. But as you do observe Renjun, itâs clear that heâs not going to ask for help or give up.
Renjun measures out string thatâs about the height of the wall, 3 metres tall, and then the length, which was near 4 and a half metres long. Grabbing measuring tape, Renjun uses the ladder to measure and divide the wall into foot-by-foot squares, marking the corners of the squares with dark chalk lines. The jobâs going to take long, thatâs for sure, and watching him move up and down the ladder, while he tries his best to keep his marks aligned, you canât help but feel bad for making him do it on his own.Â
But then again, he wasnât asking for help.Â
Renjun on the other hand is struggling and he hopes you donât see it. Yes, two hands were enough for the daily tasks he has grown accustomed to, but two hands werenât enough to do this very task efficiently. Thereâs a voice at the very back of his brain that was itching him to ask you for help, but as always, Renjun and his stubborn ass refuse to do so, even if heâs on the edge of falling off of the ladder.Â
âCan you hand me the black paint?â Renjun asks about forty-five minutes later. His hairline is drenched from sweat and the lack of expression on his face reveals how tired he was, âPlease.â He hopes that youâd at least help with this.Â
Without another word between the two of you, you stand up and pick up the bucket of black paint. You quickly plop it down next to the foot of the ladder before looking up at him, âAre you done with the graph?â You try your best to sound disinterested, eyes moving across the wall.
Renjun blinks down at you, âDoes it look finished?â
Thereâs a caring instinct in you that notices the exhausted look in Renjunâs eyes. His eyelids are drooping, and heâs sniffling from the constant moving heâs been doing. Renjunâs sweating profusely from the sun beating down on the both of you, and youâre brought to wonder if he was prepared to be worked up to this degree.Â
When your eyes meet his, youâre instantly pulled from your thoughts and you remember that youâre not supposed to give a single fuck about Huang Renjun, even if heâs working his ass off like this. He looks like heâs waiting for you to answer or leave to go sit back down. But a rogue idea somehow assembles itself in your head and you decide to just go with it. You roll your eyes, âWell, Iâm going to the washroom if you arenât.â
âWhatever.â He gives you one last glare before turning to the black paint and the string.Â
You start making your way to the front door of the building, sending Renjun sneaky glances. The second heâs paying you no attention, both direct and peripheral, you make a break for it and start sprinting towards the centre of campus. There was no doubt that you look like a madman right now, zooming past students who were still on campus despite the day of the week, but you didnât care. If you want to pull this off, then you need to do this quickâand quick means running like you were in a life or death situation.
Finally reaching your destination, you decide to take a breather, hands on your knees and everything. Your mind wanders back to the day you applied for the gig, getting deja vu from the exhaustion youâre feeling right now.Â
Once you finally are able to catch your breath, you make your way into the building and sigh at the air conditioning.Â
âY/N! Hi! The usual?â The Starbucks worker, one youâve obviously seen plenty of times, looks at you in an odd way but goes with the flow nonetheless. Sheâs smiling at you, finger hovering over the screen in front of her as she waits for a response.
You nod and add, âAdd an iced matcha latte to that too. Make it venti, please.â She nods and continues on with the usual routine.Â
You left as quickly as you came, although this time, youâre sprinting with a bit more caution, not wanting to spill the drinks youâve used your own money for. You canât help but wonder what Renjun was thinking right nowâwhat were you doing in the washroom for so long?Â
The two drinks you were holding in both of your hands said it all, though there was still no explanation why you decided to sacrifice some of your time and money for Renjun. It was just the nice person instinct inside of you that decided to do so.Â
Youâll complain about it to yourself later.
When you finally return from your little mission, youâre lucky enough to arrive when Renjunâs distracted with the graph. You notice heâs done the vertical lines within the time you were gone.
âThat was a long washroom break,â Renjun muttered rather loudly. Heâs pressing the paint-soaked string against the wall, face angled slightly to the side in focus, âI was beginning to think you ditched me.â
You shoot him a glare behind his back and contemplate whether you should throw the drink that you bought for him at him. Instead, you say nothing and put the drink down next to his things, making sure it was in a spot that was safe from the surroundings.Â
Renjun looks back at you, instantly noticing that you were now holding an entire Starbucks drink in your hand, completely missing the one sitting by his things. âDidnât know they had a Starbucks in the washroom.â His tone is dripping with sarcasm and hints of irritation. He still canât believe heâs actually been working on the graph for almost two hours on his own.Â
âOh yeah, they just opened one a week ago,â you shoot back. You plop into your previous place and sit there, taking out your phone to distract you from Renjun.Â
You donât realize how much time has passed when you see a pair of feet stop in front of you. Youâre brought to look up at the owner, âWhat do you want?â
âI want a break.â Renjun answers flatly, âIâm done with the graph. Now work on transferring it.â He holds out the same draft he had shown you earlier, waiting for you to take it. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to show his shoulders and heâs using a small towel, that was originally supposed to be for the paintbrushes, to wipe his forehead.Â
âSureâ was all you said before snatching the draft from his fingertips.Â
All the hard work was done for you. Transferring it was easy.Â
Gathering the supplies you needed, chalk, paintbrushes, and white paint, you get going on transmitting the draft onto the wall. The moment you start the rough sketch of the mural, you feel a wave of nostalgia hit you, remembering the countless activity books you completed as a kid. You can distinctly recall the pages where one side displayed a cute drawing of an animal or character of some sort, overlaid by a graph, while the page next to it shows an empty graph in which you were instructed to redraw the completed picture. This was exactly like that, only bigger and not for leisure.Â
Your delight in starting distracts you easily from Renjun, who you unknowingly finally notices the drink you had gotten him not even thirty minutes earlier. Although heâs a bit puzzled by the drink, remembering damn well that he never got the drink himself, he lets his line of sight drift to your half-finished drink sitting by your things. When realization begins settling in, he does one more thing to confirm his thoughts.
Twisting the drink in his grasp, Renjun faces the sticker label towards him, eyes instantly finding what he was looking for.Â
*Y/N*
His eyes flicker up to you, standing firmly at the top of the step ladder, unaware of the fact that his eyes have widened and the corners of his mouth have climbed higher on his face. Despite the fact heâs thankful and a bit sorry that he was giving you attitude the second you got back from your âwashroom break,â the larger part of Renjun thatâs still certainly irritated with you doesnât say thank you.
Not out loud at least.
FIVE.
Painting a mural required many steps because painting on a giant wall was different to painting on a smaller, feasible canvas. You and Renjun were lucky enough that the wall had already been painted white, which you guess covered whatever was painted underneath.
Two shifts ago, you both had managed to finish the outline of the image you both had prepared for the mural, and the shift after that, you both opted to outline the main subjects of the mural with the base colours.Â
Although no problems had really arisen between the both of you (if you didnât count small arguments about what shade of said colour a balloon should be), one weird thing you both noticed was the fact that none of you will willingly start on the same side as the other. You were no professional artist, nor have you been painting your entire life, but you knew damn well that the process of painting an image often involved starting at one part of the painting (usually the top) before working towards the other end. But regardless, the mural was, to your surprise, looking well done.Â
Today was the third day, and counting, of painting said first layer, and if you were being honest, you were having the fun you expected when you first applied for the gig. But you knew it was probably because you and Renjun simply chose not to speak with each other, aside from the simple âwhereâs the thicker paintbrushâ or âcan you hand me that (mural painting tool here),â there was an unspoken almost-truce between the two of you.Â
Leaning towards the wall, you apply lavender-coloured paint in short strokes, following the shape of the balloon youâve been working for the past eleven minutes. You have music playing through your headphones, the volume just above half, and you canât help but bop your head to the music.Â
âItâs almost five,â Renjun says quietly to you. Heâs been working in silence the past few hours, but he almost loses track of time because of how caught up heâs gotten with painting. If it hadnât been for the watch on his wrist, he would have gone overtime.Â
You donât reply to him, continuing with your painting while Renjun begins to clean up. He finishes up with what he was working on before climbing down the ladder. He rinses the brush down and dries it, placing it into the paintbrush container that was provided for you both. Noticing that you havenât moved from your spot, Renjun calls out to you again, âHey! Itâs almost five. We need to start cleaning up.âÂ
Renjun sighs when he realizes you still canât hear him, forcing him to walk up to you to catch your attention. He tugs gently at your jeans, which almost immediately catch your attention. You pull one side of your headphones off and glare down at him, âWhat do you want?âÂ
âI said itâs five,â Renjun reciprocates your attitude, âStart cleaning up.â He turns away and starts gathering his things.Â
You blow a stray piece of hair from in front of your face and roll your eyes, though you are surprised that Renjun had the decency to let you know itâs time to go. You climb down your own ladder and do just as Renjun did earlier before carefully placing everything into a large storage bin. Then, once you were sure all the supplies were gathered inside the bin, you go to retrieve the step ladder, folding it so that you could use your shoulder to carry it. Renjun stands at one side of the bin to help you carry it, already having his belongings hanging from one shoulder.
It takes you both no longer than a minute to return the supplies to the closet, leaving with a goodbye to Irene, but no exchanges between the two of you (unsurprisingly). You let Renjun leave first, staying back to text Yeji where she and Jaemin were.
At the library studying!
Jaemin brought browniesÂ
Say less.Â
You arrive at the library within the length of two songs, immediately finding the two sitting in the area that you all usually sat at. You were expecting them to be deep in focus, table drowning in pages and textbooks of their respective classes, but instead, you catch Yeji telling Jaemin to âshut up before weâre kicked out.âÂ
âI thought you guys were supposed to be studying,â you snort, taking the spot next to Yeji. After standing for hours straight, being able to finally sit down felt good in the knees.Â
âYeah, we were, but then Jaemin decided to bring up the topic of ugliest animals and weâve been arguing ever since.â Yeji glares at Jaemin, âHe claims that axolotls are the ugliest, but I say theyâre cute.âÂ
Jaemin starts laughing but you send him a look that was similar to Yejiâs, âAxolotls are cute, what are you even saying!?â Yejiâs eyes widen as she brings a hand up to cover your mouth. She shushes you.
She removes her hand from your mouth and you repeat yourself, but lower your volume, âWhat are you even saying? They look like theyâre smiling.âÂ
Jaemin gasps, âExcuse me? Name an animal uglier than an axolotl.âÂ
âEasy.â You shrug and answer flatly, âYou.â Obviously joking, you wave your hand as if to shoo away the statement, âJust kidding. A blobfish. Those are ugly as shit.âÂ
Jaeminâs brows furrow as he leans forward towards his laptop to search it up. The way his face contorts itself makes you laugh, looking at you as if heâs seen the most disgusting image known to man (which probably did), âShit, youâre right.âÂ
You nod, âExactly.âÂ
Yeji laughs because she knows she won the argument thanks to your help. She quickly moves on with the topic, twisting the chair to face you, âSo, how was your shift today?â Yejiâs expecting to hear something entertaining, especially since youâre working with Renjun.Â
âIt was fine,â you say, âBut itâs been like the past few days where me or Renjun donât even talk to each other except for maybe the start and end. We work on the opposite sides of the mural anyways, so thereâs no conflict. Iâve just been listening to my own music, too, so even if he does want to talk, he has to make an effort, which I know he wonât do.âÂ
âOh,â Yeji says, âWell, at least it isnât as bad as those first few days. You guys just both sound done with each other.â You nodded and play with your phone in hand, not noticing the way Yejiâs attention diverts to Jaemin, âOh right!â
âHm?â
âJaemin, tell Y/N what you were telling me about Renjun!â Your ears perk up at the mention of Renjun and possible gossip. Jaemin, though introverted, loved to branch out which meant he knew people through people. You wonder what type of stuff heâs heard of Renjun through acquaintances. This should be good.Â
For the hundredth time within the hour, Jaemin is distracted from his pending paper, but he doesnât mind. Heâd do anything to get away from actually working on it. Besides, he still has a week to work on it. âOh, right!â He sits up and slides his computer to the side, âItâs interesting actually.âÂ
The way Jaemin starts has you leaning in out of curiosity. This is probably what Yeji feels when youâre preparing to tell her about your day at the gig. âWhat is it?â
Jaemin lets out a âhaha,â then begins, âSo, my friend Jeno knows Donghyuck because they went to high school together, and Donghyuck was the guy that was with Renjun that day at the dining hall, so we all basically know each other. I just donât know Renjun as well because the dude is M.I.A. almost all the time.â
âMm-hmm, go on.â
âI was telling Jeno how you were doing the painting gig with Renjunâdonât worry I didnât say anything âbout how you sorta loathe the guyâand Jeno was saying how Renjunâs always using his free time doing stuff like that.â Jaemin stops talking as if heâs explained every single detail he can about his small story.Â
âWhat stuff?â You gesture for him to keep going because youâre missing a handful of information, âYou canât just end it there, the fuck?â
Jaemin laughs again, âOkay, okay, sorry. But in fairness, I was curious too so I said the same thing and asked Jeno to explain it a bit more.â The brown of Jaeminâs eyes visibly move upwards as he tries to recall what Jeno told him, âHe told me that Renjun is always M.I.A. because heâs been volunteering at different places. He used to work at an animal shelter downtown, then quit to volunteer at the homeless shelter for women and children. But he quit that too, now heâs been volunteering at the retirement home near here. I guess he took up the painting gig for money though.â
You burst out laughing, âAh, Na JaeminâŚâÂ
âWhat!?âÂ
âThank you for the laugh, Jaems,â you say, âBut thatâs such a bad joke. Thereâs no way Renjunâs done those things. If it is true, weâre not talking about the same Renjun.â The Renjun you know doing all that stuff? Please⌠it sounds like something straight out of a book.Â
âHis name is Huang Renjun, right?â Jaeminâs head tilts to the side. You nod. âThen, itâs him.â You gawk at your friend, âIâm sorry, itâs just⌠hard to believe that Renjunâthe same guy who acts like some douche to total strangersâhas done all of that.â Itâs hard to picture it all, but it explains why Renjun decided to take up the daycare gig. It was all adding up now, but youâre not letting the realization settle that easily. âIt was hard for me to believe it, too, especially with what youâve told us about him.â Jaemin uses his arm to prop his head up, âBut, I trust Jeno. Thereâs no reason for him to make all of that up.â Jaemin has a point. You donât know who this âJenoâ is, but there really would be no use in making this up.Â
âYouâre not making this up, are you?â You ask Jaemin. Itâs still seriously hard to believe that all of this information was plausible. Itâs as if Renjun, who you always viewed in a bad light, was now picked up and dropped under a new light. One in which you couldnât even pinpoint if it were good or bad. Curiosity was getting ahead of you and you didnât like it.
He shakes his head, âWhy would I? Ask Renjun if you really donât believe me.âÂ
âNo thanksâŚâ You shake your head, âThereâs no way Iâm going to ask him about anything. Especially not that.â
âSuit yourself,â Jaemin pulls his laptop back to its previous position, âAnyways, I need to get back to writing this paper.âÂ
With Yeji turning back to her own work, youâre left alone with your thoughts and the newfound idea of Renjun actually being⌠nice. It coincided with your earlier idea of Renjun repping a smile instead of the seemingly permanent scowl on his face. No, you werenât suddenly switching up with how you felt with Renjun because, despite the fact that there is this huge possibility that he spends his free time doing generous deeds, it didnât automatically dismiss the way heâs been treating you. You guess it was just nice knowing that this sort of mini-hell youâve been going through because of Renjun can finally be put to a stop.
°â˘. âż .â˘Â°Â
âFor Renjun?â
Renjun looks up from his phone before making his way to the counter. He quickly stuffs his phone into his pocket and grabs the drink heâs been craving for the past few days, âThank you.â
âHave good one!â
âYou as well.â
Renjun makes his way out of the cafe, cold drink in hand. At the back of his head, he wonders where Donghyuck is, because according to the time, his class should have been finished ten minutes ago and he still hasnât texted. That wasnât like Donghyuck at all. Usually, he would be bombarding the boy with spam texts asking where he was even though he already knew where Renjun would be waiting.
Even with that thought, Renjun shrugs it off, knowing that Donghyuck would find his way to him somehow. He decides to sit down at a nearby table, placing his bag on the chair next to him before fishing his phone back out of his pocket.
As Renjun finally decides to take a sip out of his drink, his mind frustratingly wanders back to that one shift when youâd bought him the drink without his knowledge. He still doesnât know how you managed to get him his usual, especially since heâs aware heâs never told you it.Â
He rakes through the depths of his brain to recall when you could have seen him with the drink. The one time you bumped into each other at this Starbucks, it was Donghyuckâs drink he was getting, so there was no way you saw it there. The one or two interactions after that, he doesnât remember having a drink in hand.
Then he remembers. The day before the first shift.Â
How the hell could you have remembered that? Were you that attentive?Â
Why am I thinking so hard about a damn drink?
Maybe it was because the stupid drink was the reason why Renjunâs been feeling a pang of guilt everytime heâs with you. It took that one small random act of kindness to draw Renjunâs attention to the fact he was the one who often started the arguments and bickering between the two of you and you simply just returned his attitude.Â
âHey!â Suddenly, a body leaps out from behind him, almost weighing both Renjun and the other person down. It takes a moment for Renjun to realize who it was. He doesnât even need to turn around to look. In fact, heâs not even startled by what Donghyuck had hoped was a jumpscare.
âWhatâs up?â Renjun questions, âWhat took you so long?â
Donghyuck shrugs and plops into the chair in front of Renjun, âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âNothing,â Renjun retorts. He takes another sip out of his drink and tries to act it off.Â
Donghyuck shakes his head, âYouâre thinking about something. I know because your eye is twitching.â He brings his finger way too close to Renjunâs eye, âI can see it. Now you have to tell me.â
Renjun gives Donghyuck a look before glancing back down at the iced matcha latte sitting right in front of him. Sure, Donghyuck knows of you, but he doesnât know of the interactions between the two of you. Renjun just doesnât see the importance of telling Donghyuck these things. But maybe telling someone will get Renjunâs gears turning.Â
So Renjun tells Donghyuck. From the coffee encounters, to the gig, the rough drafts, the drink, and painting. He makes sure not to miss a detail, trying to avoid sounding biased. He wants to know what Donghyuckâs going to say about this situation and he knows that sounding biased wouldnât grant answers that fit with the situation.Â
âItâs the fact that she still found the will to do something nice for me even though Iâve been a literal ass to her,â Renjun taps his index finger against the lid of his drink, âItâs not even that big of a deal but itâs been bugging me.â
Donghyuck sits in silence for a few moments, trying to muster up the perfect thing to tell his friend. âI really donât know what else to tell you except that youâre stubborn as hell.â
Renjunâs taken aback, âWhat?â
âSure, she probably felt bad for making you do the grid thingy on your own, but youâre right. You have been an ass,â Donghyuck bluntly continues.Â
âSo everything thatâs lead up until now⌠itâs my fault?â
âWell, not completely,â Donghyuck points out, âBoth of you guys seem to want to spite each other. Plus, you both seem really stubborn, which, adding both of those together, equals a shit show. But, if I were being honest, you started the whole hating each other thing. I feel like if you were nice to her, then sheâd be even nicer to you. A bigger person move would be to apologize and be nice.â
Itâs once in a blue moon that Donghyuckâs words made sense. Renjun thinks it throughâif he were to apologize, or start being nice to you, how would you even react? Wouldnât it be odd for him to just switch up like that?Â
Renjun sighs. He feels like ripping his hair out. Maybe he wonât apologize just yet, not when his feelings are foggy. And maybe he wonât actively do nice things, only until he finally senses you wouldnât react weirdly. Heâll just stop trying to spite you.Â
âYouâre right,â Renjun nods. Donghyuck grins proudly at his friend.
Maybe thatâll do it.Â
At least he hopes it will.
SIX.
Painting day⌠five? Six? Youâve lost count if you were being entirely honest.Â
But itâs not that it mattered.Â
What mattered was the extremely ironic fact that you had somehow forgotten your earphones at your bedside table when you made it your number one priority on days like these in order to avoid any sort of conversation (or argument) with Renjun. But then again, there was probably a reason why the world had the audacity to pull such a thing.Â
Since that day at the library, you had not been able to kick the thought of Renjun doing angelic things during his free time when heâs literally been the human embodiment of bird poop on a windshield to you. The curious part of you was itching to ask him about it, see if the way he spoke about it would bring out that hidden angel in him. But when you continue to think about it, you werenât sure if you would be overstepping some type of imaginary boundary that the both of you had mutually set up. Was there even a right time to ask him about it all? You canât imagine a time where you and Renjun would even be close enough to have a conversation with the topic. Even now, just physically, Renjun still chooses to paint near the other end of the mural.Â
Well, as far as progress took him.
âYou know if you painted as much as youâve been staring at me, weâd be done this mural.â Renjunâs voice knocks you back into reality and itâs only then that you realize that youâre blatantly looking at him.Â
Feeling a rush of heat run through your cheeks, you look away, âSorry.â You quickly look away and try to make yourself busy with the area you were painting at, brushing the paintbrush despite already having painted that part.
âThereâs no paint on your brush,â Renjun points out. He wants to laugh but he tells himself not to because it isnât âon brand.â Pshh⌠as if that mattered⌠but it did to him.
âOh⌠oh right,â you laugh awkwardly and dip the paint into the closest colour, bringing it up with no thought.
âAnd thatâs the wrong colour,â Renjun points out again.Â
You look over at the mural and see that youâve painted an entirely different colour on top of another colour. You gasp and put the brush down, âIâll just⌠repaint it.âÂ
Thereâs silence as you hurry to clean your brush, using a dirty rag to wipe off the wrong paint so that the remaining remnants of it can dry out quicker. You donât notice Renjun side-eyeing you, contemplating whether he should say something about the constant mistakes you just made. But then he remembers what Donghyuck told him.
âAre you okay?â
Youâre thrown off from the words that just left Renjunâs mouth. You almost snap your neck when you turn to look at him, eyes wide, âHuh?â
He isnât looking at you, instead keeping his attention steady on what heâs painting, âAre you okay? You seem distracted.â
Heâs an empath too? Wait, is that even how an empath is?
âAnyone can see youâre thinking about something.â
And a mind reader?
You are very much close to panicking, blinking at Renjun with no words to say. Youâre contemplating whether this was the right time to tell Renjun what you know about him and ask him about it. âItâs nothing, itâs justâŚâÂ
Renjun turns to look at you for half a second, then turns back to the wall. Itâs like he was prompting you to say whatever you were wanting to say.Â
âI was just curious,â You start, âI heard that you volunteered at the retirement home near campus?â There was no other way to put it. You hope that you donât sound creepy, as if youâve been stalking him recently.Â
âHmm?â This gets Renjun hooked, âWhere did you hear that?âÂ
âJaemin told me.âÂ
âAh~ Jenoâs friend,â Renjun replies. Although the conversation has, so far, been awkward, you subconsciously knew it was an improvement from the bickering you both did. It was more civil, and you were actually glad it's taken a turn towards that direction. âWhat about it?â Renjun holds back the attitude that otherwise would have been evident if he werenât trying to be nice to you.Â
You shrug and tighten your lips toward one side of your face, âLike I said. I was just curious.â
Renjun tries not to take anything of what you said, turning back to his painting.
Then you quickly add, âDo you haveâuhâany stories?â
Renjun looks at you again and he can feel his interest in this conversation rising. Heâs had many stories that he wants to share with his friends, but when he does share them, heâs left with the realization that no oneâs listening. âI have a few actually.â
âCan I hear one?â You asked, âSorryâŚ. I have a soft spot for the elderly⌠you donât have to if you donât want to.â
Renjun shakes his head, âIâd love to, actually.â You begin to paint once again, this time properly, while you wait for Renjun to begin his story.
âMy favourite story since Iâve started volunteering at the retirement home is probably when someone had the genius idea to play hide ân seek with the active elders.â Renjun snorts at the memory. A small smile rises up onto his face, but you donât notice. He continues, âI was the seeker, which wasnât a good idea since I was new and I wasnât really familiar with any of the residents there, but I thought it would fun, so I still agreed.
I counted to fifty, and there were rules where they were allowed to go and everything. Just on the main floor, and I remember the activities director made it clear that they were only allowed on the first floor. So when I went to look for them, I found all of them pretty quickly, except one.â
âDonât tell me he⌠you knowâŚâ
âNo he didnât die!â Renjun gives you a look, âWhy in the world would that be my favourite story?â
You shrug, âI mean, you seem like the kind of person to.â
Renjun lets this comment slide and continues, âI looked for him for almost an entire hour. One entire hour. It got to the point where a lot of the other volunteers dropped what they were doing and helped out. I was actually panicking because where else could an old man be in a building that wasnât too big. Then the phone rang and the desk lady answered it, all she heard was snickering and I knew right then and there that it was that man. He was playing us.â
You couldnât help but laugh quietly, âWait, so where was he?â
âWe gave up looking. We knew heâd come out sooner or later. It was just enough for us that he was alive,â Renjun retorts, âRIght before my shift ended, the same man walks in through the door with a whole box of beer in one hand and ice cream in the other.â Renjunâs laughing now and the sound takes you by surprise. It was probably the first time youâre hearing him laugh.Â
You begin laughing along, âThat sounds straight out of a movie! How the hell did he get out unnoticed?âÂ
Renjun shrugs, âBeats me. But I like to think that as my favourite story because he fooled us all. And no one knows what he did in those hours he was gone.â
âI get why itâs your favourite.â You can tell just by the way Renjun told his story that he enjoyed these things. Youâd think that, because the old man caused so much chaos, he would not deem that as his favourite moment, but you were wrong.Â
âYeah,â he nods, âThen a close second would be the times they ask me to sing them their favourite songs. You can really see how playing something as simple as here comes the sun affects their day.â
It didnât occur to you, at first, that Renjun just indirectly told you that he can singâthough you werenât sure if he was good or notâbut you were still dumbfounded, âYou sing?â
âSometimes,â he hums, âBut itâs really nothing. Old people are impressed by anything.â Renjun puts the paintbrush down and flicks his wrist up to check the time, âAnyways, timeâs almost up. We should start cleaning up.âÂ
And you both do. You both go through your usual cleaning routine before dragging all everything back into the daycareâs small closet. Once you were both were ready to leave, you go your separate ways, saying goodbye each other with small, subtle waves.
And you know what was funny about all of this?Â
For the first time ever since you both met, there was zero negative intent behind any of your guysâ thoughts and actions.
SEVEN.
One new thing that youâve learned from Renjun was that he was a pretty good storyteller, and alongside that, he had lots of stories to tell.Â
Wait thatâs two things.Â
Nevermind that⌠The last two shifts of painting were pleasingly occupied with Renjun going on and on about his experiences at his volunteering opportunities. He jumped from talking about dogs giving birth to dressing up as an elf for an event at the childrenâs hospitalâitâs like heâs lived so many lives in one.Â
A small part of you was jealous of the fact that he was able to experience all of this in such a small amount of time, but hearing these stories through him made up for that pint of jealousy. After one of his stories, Renjun had stopped what he was doing and turned to you, âDo you have any stories?âÂ
You were slightly taken aback by the question, âMe?â It was a genuine question.Â
He nodded before putting down some strokes of paint, âYeah. Do you have any stories?â Thereâs a tone in his voice that told you that he was being serious. He wasnât being the Renjun that youâve grown to know the past few weeksâbut then again, maybe that Renjun wasnât who Renjun really was.Â
âNot really,â you replied, âBut donât worry about me.âÂ
âIt doesnât need to be like my stories,â he pointed out, âJust a story.â Renjun gave you time to think of a story, providing some prompts for you so that you were able to come up with one on the spot.Â
âHow about a time when you thought you were actually done for?âÂ
At that, you feel a memory surface from your first year of university when you, Yeji, and Jaemin were caught underage drinking in Jaeminâs dorm by the RA, so you told him the story. How you all were completely drained from your first set of midterms and how drugs werenât the best resort. So why not drink? You remember Jaemin had gotten a bottle or two of soju from his friend from a frat and heâs been keeping it for âtimes like these.�� In the middle of the small binge, someone knocked on the door, and you remember Jaemin saying he was expecting somebody and was stupid enough to not actually look out the peephole before opening the door.Â
âAnd guess who it was?â you questioned.Â
âUmmm,â Renjun lined one of the pictures, âHis friend?â
âNope,â you shook your head, âIt was an RA. Out of all the people. It really had to be an RA. We were caught and he threatened to tell a higher-up, Iâm not sure who.â Though it wasnât that much of a problem, you remember your seventeen-year-old self feeling fear that was probably harnessed from tens of people. You were scaredânoâyou were horrified. It hadnât even been two full months into the semester and youâre already in trouble.. âYou shouldâve seen how me and Yeji were begging for forgiveness. It was probably the deepest bow Iâve ever bowed.âÂ
âWhat happened, then?âÂ
âRight in the middle of our apologies, the RA and Jaemin started laughing like maniacs,â you recalled, âYeji and I looked up and they were laughing at us.â You click your tongue against your teeth, âThat motherfucker Jaemin pranked us. The RA wasnât an actual RA.âÂ
Renjun bursted out into laughter, âAre you serious?âÂ
You brought yourself to laugh, âYes. I was so close to ending my friendship with Jaemin. But he treated us to food the next week so⌠Itâs kind of a stupid story but I can still remember how I felt when it happened.â
âNo, I get it,â Renjun replies. He stands back from the mural to look at you, âEspecially knowing how seriously they act on underage drinking, that mustâve been scary.âÂ
âYeah, I think thatâs mainly why Yeji and I were freaking out,â you nod. Realizing that youâve finally finished the section youâve been working on for the afternoon, you put the paintbrush down and pick up a rag.Â
âAre you done for today?â Renjun questions. You look over at him and heâs still putting down strokes of paints, âWhat time is it?âÂ
Youâre still trying to get used to you and Renjun getting along despite it being a good two weeks since you both had chosen to become civil with each other. But at the same time, it felt like weight was being taken off of your shoulders. It wasnât like Renjun was a burden, but every time you had a shift at the daycare, you never really had the motivation to go because of him.Â
But it was different now.
âThereâs still like fifteen minutes before shift ends,â you say, glancing at your phone, âWanna start cleaning?â
Renjun nods, âLet me just finish this and Iâll be right behind you.â
°â˘. âż .â˘Â°Â
âAfternoon, Joy,â Renjun enters the daycare with a gentle smile, âHowâs your day been?â
Joy grins from behind her computer, âGreat, I guess. Yours?â
âNot bad.â Joy nods in response, âIâm sorry, I should have said this sooner, but todayâs shift has been moved last minute.â She moves her rolling chair to the side so that sheâs able to give Renjun all her attention.
Renjun frowns, âWhyâs that?â Heâs not sure if he could even think of a reason why a shift could be cancelled and moved, âHave you told Y/N?â
âForecast says thereâs going to be heavy rain today, so I think it would be better not to put new paint on the mural in case it gets washed off easily,â Joy states. At the end of her explanation, you enter the building with a quick greeting, situating yourself next to Renjun.
âBut isnât the rain for tonight? That seems to be enough for the paint to dry.âÂ
âWhatâs going on?â You asked obliviously.
Renjun nods, âOur shiftâs cancelled for today because of the rain.â
âYes, but itâs better safe than sorry,â Joy sighs, âBut you guys can go and have a rest day for today. Iâll see you both in a few days!â
Without another word, Joy swings herself back to her computer and you and Renjun leave the building slightly confused. The sky looked perfectly normal on the way here. The air was still. There was no sign of a storm happening tonight. But Joyâs statements were confirmed when you pulled out your handy-dandy cellphone and tapped at the weather app.Â
âSheâs right,â you hold the phone for Renjun to look and he simply nods, âI guess Iâll see you next shift?â Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you wait for Renjunâs response. He nods.Â
âYeah, I will.â Then you and Renjun begin walking down the same direction. You both hesitate before taking another step, giving each other a look. âWhere are you going?â
âMy dorm room.â âOh, me too,â Renjun laughs awkwardly, âUh⌠wanna walk together then?âÂ
âI donât have a choice, do I?â you joke as you begin walking. Renjun follows shortly, keeping a good distance between you both. He chooses to walk your pace, keeping his eyes trained on the pavement in front of him. Although he feels like it should be awkward, thereâs a comfortable silence between the both of you.Â
Itâs when the air starts feeling more humid than earlier that Renjun notices that it has started raining. At first, he didnât mind it. The way the rain fell onto his head softly tickled him, but he liked it. It felt like soft kisses, if that even made sense. He looks over at you and he notices that youâre not bothered by the rain either.Â
âItâs like Joy has superpowers,â you say, âOne second, the skyâs blue, now itâs raining.â You only hope that the rain doesnât get worse than now. Your dorm room is still a bit of a walk away and youâre not in the mood to get drenched.Â
Renjun nods, âNext thing we know, itâs pouring.âÂ
And as if someone had snapped their fingers, the rain gets heavier, pelting you and Renjun from above. The raindrops completely contrast how they just were, thick and feeling like punches instead of the shower of kisses. You gasp and slip your bag off, bringing it into your arms to protect your expensive belongings inside.Â
âWhat the hell!?â You say over the loud pitter patters of the droplets. You donât know why youâre frozen in place. Perhaps it was the rush of cold water washing over you. Â
Renjun thinks differently, opting to make a break for it. He glances over at you in near panic, noticing immediately that youâre not moving at all. Then, without thinking, Renjun takes no longer than a second to pull you along with him, sprinting down the narrowing pathway as it leads to the nearest building. He swings the door open, careful not to hit you in the process. When he takes out a key identical to yours, you realize then that this was his dorm building, âI think you should stay in my dorm while you wait it out. You might get sick.â You hesitate and think this situation through. Going to Renjunâs dorm? Were you even that close? What ifâ
âIf youâre thinking about what I think youâre thinking, no Iâm not,â Renjun grumbles, âLetâs go.â He waves you in and youâre led to impulsively deciding that, yes, you will accept his offer. And itâs mostly because you donât want to be drenched in the rain, nor do you want to stand in this hot vestibule for however long the rain will last.Â
âI hope the dorm isnât messy, but itâs mostly my roommate whoâs messy.â It sounds like Renjunâs speaking to himself but you know heâs trying to warn you. Heâs walking a few strides in front of you, looking back subtly to make sure youâre actually following him down the hall.Â
Soon, you find yourself walking through Renjunâs front door, greeted with a waft of some kind of candle scent. You canât really pinpoint the smell to its exact fragrance, but you can describe it as homeyâsomething warm and welcoming.Â
âLonjoon!â A voice exclaims from the small couch, âYouâre hoâ oh, hello?â
You recognize the boy who stands up from the couch as Donghyuck, both from the times youâve encountered Renjun and from Jaemin. You wave awkwardly, âSorry for intruding.â
Renjun speaks up, âY/Nâs dorm building is by the edge of campus and itâs pouring outside. I offered for her to stay here while we wait for it to stop.â
âI donât mind,â Donghyuck grins, âHmm, so youâre Y/N? Iâve heard a bunch of things about you from Renjun! Iâm Donghyuck.â
Your brow cocks and you give Renjun, whoâs sliding his shoes off and fixing them to the side, a look before turning back to Donghyuck, âNice to meet you.â
âLikewise,â he says, âYouâre just as pretty as Renjun saââ
Renjun throws his damp hoodie at Donghyuckâs face with the goal of shutting him up, âHow about you go to your room and we take the living room?â Renjun approaches his best friend, holding him by his shoulders before pushing him in the direction of one of the rooms. Itâs funny simply because he doesnât even wait for him to reply.Â
Once he has gotten rid of Donghyuck, Renjun turns on his toes to face you, âSorry, thatâs just how he is⌠donât listen to him, he makes stuff up all the time.â And although Renjunâs actually telling the truthâbecause no, heâs never called you pretty in front Donghyuckâhe knows Donghyuckâs comments are believable to those who arenât used to his shenanigans.Â
There were two ways you could go about it. Ignore him and make the situation less awkward, or tease him and see what he says. Either choice would be funny, especially because you could see that this boy is on edge with what his friend just said. But since youâre feeling nice, you choose the former option, âSo, what do you plan on doing while we wait for the rain?âÂ
Renjun quietly sighs in relief, âWe can put something on to watch? Iâm just not sure what we should watch though.â He makes his way to the couch and he gestures you to sit in the spot next to him.
Itâs crazy how your mind works in times like these. At the back of your head, you almost make sure to keep an array of movies to watch, ones that youâre sure everyone would be content with. But with Renjun, one movie hovers above the others because you could still recall your astonishment when this whole adult man hadnât seen the one movie you adore with your heart.
âHow about the Pursuit of Happyness?â you say, âYou havenât seen it⌠so why not now?âÂ
Renjun nods, âYeah, sure. That sounds good to me.â Within a few clicks of the remote, the movie begins and Renjunâs offering you some snacks he managed to pull from the kitchen (or that have already been there, courtesy of Donghyuck). The rain outside is still going at it, but the movie masks the sound of the raindrops striking repeatedly against the windows.Â
Renjunâs incredibly entangled in the film. You can easily catch this in the way his eyes were steady on the screen as he leans towards it. He mutters comments every now and then, ones that complement your own thoughts of the film.Â
âItâs⌠itâs just going downhill,â Renjun frowns. His eyes finally leave the screen about half way through the movie, âI canât believe youâre making me watch this. If it has a bad ending, Iâm holding you against the emotional damage Iâll be experiencing.âÂ
âI mean you did agree to watch it,â you point out. Biting your lip, you hold a laugh back despite the movie not even being comedic. Itâs Renjun and his current state thatâs making you laugh. Itâs new territory for you, if that was even the right way to describe it.Â
So far, youâve only met the stubborn and spiteful Renjun, and most recently, the generous and compassionate Renjun. His actual character, youâve learned, sits in the middle of both of those. But the one youâre watching this movie with was different. He was vulnerable, ready to cry whenever the movie finally pushes past his breaking point. But youâre glad to see that he isnât afraid to show it to you, especially since you both were still just starting this odd friendship.
âWhat the fuck. I canât do this shit. What the hell?â You snap out of your mini trance and you realize why a string of profanities are leaving Renjunâs mouth. It was the very scene that had you bawling like a baby the first time you watched it, and tearing up now. The scene at the subway station.Â
You let Renjun watch it, keeping silent as you pay attention to the screen, too. You could feel your heart ache, the scene grasping it, as your mouth grew into a frown.Â
In a hushed tone, Renjun questions out loud, âPlease tell me that this is the worst it gets?â Looking over at Renjun, you notice that heâs actually crying. There were tears streaming down his face and heâs sniffling like heâs caught the annual flu.Â
âI donât want to spoil it,â you retort, sniffling yourself. Looking around, you spot a tissue box sitting at the centre of the coffee table in front of both of you. You reach for it, holding it out to Renjun.Â
âThanks,â he sniffles. Once Renjunâs finished blowing his nose, he falls silent again, attention all on the movie. Heâs so attentive that you know thoughts are running through his head at an unreadable pace.
Next thing you know, the movieâs end credits are rolling and Renjun flops into the couchâs cushion, âI get why you were surprised when I said I havenât seen that movie.â He turns his head to face you, âBecause that was a good movie.âÂ
The way Renjunâs looking at you causes you to shrink under his gaze, though it wasnât in a way where you were cowering. You felt⌠shy? There wasnât a word that was coming up that described it precisely, but shy was alarmingly close. âIâm glad you liked it.â He stretches his lips into some form of lazy grin. Thereâs a very brief silence between you both but it was enough for you to recognize that the rain had stopped, or at least, it had gotten weaker over the past few hours.Â
âOh the rainâs stopped,â you say quickly, âI guess Iâll get going then.â Within seconds, youâre up and grabbing your belongings. Then, youâre at the door, slipping your sneakers on thoughtlessly. At that point, youâre aware that itâs almost dinner time and the sunâs probably setting if you could see past the clouds.Â
Renjun follows you to the door, âIt looks dark out, do you want me to walk with you?â
If your life were a reality TV show, this would be when the camera unsteadily zooms into your face as it simultaneously changes expressions into one thatâs a mix of confusion and shock. âNo, itâs fine, thereâs probably some people walking from class.â The doorâs open behind you and youâre ready to sprint out. But Renjun stops you.Â
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he grins, âIâll see you around.â
âGoodnight, Renjun.â
Renjun waves and shuts the door. He lets out a huff before turning around to find Donghyuck standing there with the most irritating smirk sitting on his face.Â
âWhat?â
Donghyuck gasps, âNothing!âÂ
Renjun pushes past him to turn the TV off before going to fold the blanket he was previously using, âThen donât make that face if you donât have a reason.â
Donghyuck snickers and shakes his head in a way that only irked Renjun even more. He chooses not to say anything else because he knows that Renjunâs mind works fast enough to work two and two together.Â
Thatâs how it usually works, at least.
EIGHT.
Routines are meant to be routines.Â
Every shift you and Renjun were supposed to arrive, bring the supplies you needed to the wall, paint, realize that itâs time to clean up, and then leave. While you both painted, Renjunâs role was to tell one of his many experiences and your usual role was to listen. If not, comfortable silence or music will often fill that silence.Â
But today was different.Â
You and Renjun were finally painting the second layer of the mural, and although it initially wasnât necessary, the second layer of paint gave the painting a bolder look. So you both went for it.
The day was going as it usually would. Renjun had finished a more recent story from the old folksâ home, going on about how heâs excited for Thursday. âThrowback Thursday. We play music and shows and films from their times. Even if they already do that anyway, itâs a bit more special because practically all the residents attend.â
âThat actually sounds like a lot of fun,â you say genuinely, âI canât imagine the nostalgia they go through.â You squat down and dip the paintbrush into the paint.Â
âHow about you come with me, then?â Renjun offers, âAre you busy on Thursday?â He stands and waits for your reply, watching as you freeze suddenly at his question. You only freeze because this isnât how it usually was. Heâs supposed to say something like âit is funâ or go on to tell you a story about a previous throwback Thursday. But asking you to come with him?Â
âMe?â You verbalize, âCome with you?âÂ
âYeah!â Renjun nods, âThey love getting all the help they can get.â He carelessly strokes the brush against the wall and watches as the concrete completely disappears underneath the paint. âAnd it would be cool for you to be there. That way we can share one of these stories.âÂ
âUmâŚâ You donât like using agendas, but right now would have been the right time to have one. âIâm not sure, actually. Iâll let you know before then, though. Is that okay?â
âYeah, thatâs fine. Day of is fine, too.âÂ
The minute you get home, you feel a strong urge to tell Yeji about the invitation. But knowing Yeji, you know damn well sheâs going to convince you to go.
You guess correctly when she peeks over her laptop and over at you after youâre brief ramble about it. âDidnât you say that you and Renjun were on better terms now?â You nodded. âWell, I think there wouldnât be any harm in going. Imagine how horrible youâd look if you rejected that opportunity.âÂ
âRenjun would understand,â you say quietly.
âWell, do you want to go?â Yeji questioned.Â
You blink at your best friend, âItâs not that I donât want to go. Itâs justâŚâ You pause and try to think about why youâre stressing about something that wasnât even that big of a deal. Renjun literally just invited you to volunteer. Itâs not like he asked you on a date (and why would he?). It was just the idea of him actually asking you to spend time with him outside of that gig that made you stop and think.
âThereâs your answer.âÂ
âHuh?â your head tilts to the side, âAnswer? Where?â
Yeji snorts and turns her attention back to her laptop, âYou just said âitâs not that I donât want to go.â That implies that you do wanna go. Then go.âÂ
With a little bit more pushing from Yeji, you find yourself standing in front of Renjunâs dorm building that very Thursday with a tote bag and your head filled with thoughts that you couldnât even comprehend. If you focused hard enough, you could pick out ones about what todayâs dinner will be, how the residents were like outside of Renjunâs stories, and what the retirement home looked like. There were traces of what remaining tasks you needed done for the mural and if youâve somehow left assignments unfinished. Then there were ones of Renjun andâ
âSorry for making you wait.â You jump and find Renjun appear in your field of vision. Heâs fixing his crossbody bag over his shoulder, then you watch has he fixes the cap on his head, âIâm excited! Letâs go then?â
You and Renjun make small talk on the way to the retirement, which you admit, thought would be further away. But when Renjun told you that it was just a walking distance from campus, he wasnât lying. The walk only lasted about ten minutes and the next thing you know, youâre telling the lady at the front desk your name.
âAlright, hereâs your volunteer badge,â she slides you a laminated tag, âAnd hereâs yours, Renjun!â You follow Renjun, who pins his own name tag to the left side of his chest. He pats it before saying goodbye to the lady, turning to you to see if you were set to go in.Â
Renjun leads the way into the main lounge area. It was a rather large room, one wall being entirely windows. By the front, or what you believed was the front, was a big fireplace, and by that fireplace, a small grand piano. On top of the fireplace was a big TV that was currently playing the news, not that anyone was paying attention.Â
Scattered throughout the room sat tables and padded chairs, some of which were occupied by residents. It was almost exactly how you imagined it, almost book-like, or ones youâd see in movies. It was cozy, yet not too cozy for it to be suffocating.
âOh, Renjun, youâre here!â A slightly older guy seems to appear from the side, waving, âAnd you must be Y/N? Renjun told us you might be joining. Nice to see you actually did!â He sticks a hand out and grins, âIâm Taeyong. I coordinate a majority of the activities for the facility.âÂ
You shake his hand, âNice to meet you, Taeyong. Iâm a little nervous.âÂ
Taeyong shakes his head, âDonât be! Everyoneâs pretty nice here, especially in the afternoon.â He lets out a quiet laugh, âWell anyways, we just called down the other residents so weâre just waiting for them to come. Then we start exactly at five.â
Taeyong turns to Renjun, âYouâre taking over for music right?â Renjun nods and cracks his fingers as if heâs about to go step into a boxing ring.Â
âI usually take the role as emcee, but I was told I had other duties to go about for the next hour,â Taeyong says carefully, âY/N, would you mind being the emcee? I promise you itâs not that bad. I even have cue cards if you need it.â Taeyong holds out a small pile of flashcards, holding them out to you.
Renjun lights up at the idea, âIt would be fun if you did it! All you have to do is prompt the songs and the residents will raise their hands. Then you go up to them and hold up the mic to their mouths for their answer. Sorta like a game show host.â
âI guess I can try,â you say carefully. What was the worse that could happen?Â
âGreat!â Taeyong claps his hands together, âThank you so much, Y/N. I appreciate it!â He hands you the cue cards and goes to leave, âHave fun guys!âÂ
Once Taeyong was gone, Renjun turns to you, âI know itâs a heavy job but donât be afraid to step out of your comfort zone. I promise you, the old folks have gone through a lot, so slip-ups wonât matter to them at all.âÂ
You nodded, âI hope so. You better help me up there if something goes wrong.â You give him a look of warning, though it was playful and meant well. Renjun knew how Throwback Thursdays workedâthis was your first oneâso you donât really have a feel of how it should be brought out.
âI will, donât worry,â Renjun ensures, âHow bout this. Iâll do the introduction and then you go from there. That way, youâre not super lost.â
âThat would help,â you grin.Â
Soon, little by little, the residents begin filling the room, taking seats at what you understood as their usual seats. They chattered amongst themselves, having conversations that mostly consisted of todayâs weather or the news that was playing on the TV. From a nearby table, you overhear two ladies lightheartedly trash-talking each other, arguing over who would get the most correct songs for this weekâs Throwback Thursday.
You canât help but laugh at the bickering. Renjun notices this and smiles to himself. Heâs glad youâre enjoying it so far. âThereâs a leaderboard, if youâre wondering why theyâre so serious about this,â Renjun points out, âWell not really an official one, but they keep track of it themselves. I donât even know how but they do.âÂ
âThat explains it,â you laugh, âI think itâs cute.âÂ
Renjun nods, âIt is. They remind me of kids sometimes. They get happy over the smallest things. I admire it.â
This comment makes your heart do a ball changeâtwo quick beats before settling back into its normal rhythm. It was just endearing seeing Renjun be all soft around what he loves doing. It only hits much harder when this wasnât the Renjun you initially knew.Â
First impressions were not always the best impressions.
âI think we can start with the intro,â Renjun nudges your elbow. He starts making his way to the front of the room. You trail right behind him, respectfully greeting the residents as you make eye contact with them. They obviously werenât familiar with you, but they still smiled nonetheless.Â
Renjun grabs the mic, turning it on before giving it a light tap to test it, âGood afternoon everyone! Can you all hear me?â You see some of the residents nod, others verbally responding with the loudest whoop they can let out. âPerfect! Howâs everyone doing this afternoon?â Thereâs a chorus of different answers, but you can tell that they all were content with their day.Â
âIâm happy to hear that! Welcome to this weekâs Throwback Thursday! I think youâre all familiar with me, my name is Renjun!â Renjun turns to you, and gestures, âToday, I have my partner Y/N with me to help out! Can we give her a warm welcome?â Similar to earlier, they enter a chorus of replies, greeting you with waves and smiles. This made you feel much more comfortable.Â
âOkay! So you know how all this works, I play a song on the piano, and if you know it, raise your hand. Iâll trust Y/Nâs judgment on who raised their hands first. Sheâll come up to you all and then you can give her the answer! Everything clear?â Again, a chorus of replies. âThen letâs begin!â
Renjun hands the mic over to you, whispering a âhave funâ and a âyou got thisâ before sitting down behind the piano.Â
You look down at the cue cards given to you by Taeyong and find that it was the list of songs that Renjun was going to play for the night. There were about twenty songs listed down along with the artist. You felt a sense of relief wash over you.Â
âHello everyone! Are you all ready for the first song?â you question. You still feel a bit nervous, but from how Renjun went through with the intro, you knew exactly how you want to host. The residents cheered and you can feel the anticipation. It was nice that they were all willing to participate. âOkay, this one is really easy, so get your hands ready! Renjun, cue the music!â
Renjun smiles and nods, placing his hands on the keys for the first song. He begins playing it effortlessly and youâre a bit taken aback by the way he was playing the song wellâit was My Girl by The Temptations. Renjun had only played the intro when hands were already shooting up. Your eyes naturally fall on a man seated near the windows, glasses slipping to the tip of his nose.
You grin and quickly make your way over, âI believe you had your hand up first!â Your eyes find a last name on his walker, âMr. Moon. Whatâs your answer?âÂ
You bring the mic up near his lips and nod for him to answer. Before he speaks, he leans forward, âIt is My Girl by The Temptations.âÂ
Although you already knew the answer, you still look down at the flash cards, âMy, my, myâŚâ You pretend that the answer is wrong, frowning and letting your voice trail before switching up, âMy Girl by The Temptations is correct! One point for Mr. Moon!âÂ
You hear some of the other residents chuckle at your improvisation, clapping out of joy. You donât notice as you walk back to the front, but Renjunâs smile grows wider.Â
âNext song!â You read it, and hum, âThis oneâs a few decades newer, but I know you all will know this one!â You turn to Renjun, quietly signalling for him to begin the song. You watch the residents as they wait for Renjun to start the songâs snippet. Again he plays the intro, an easy-to-recognize sequence bouncing across the room.Â
A different man raises his hand first, so you move across the room swiftly. This man doesnât have a nametag, âDo you know the answer, sir?âÂ
âOf course I do, I remember going to their concert back in the day!â He speaks through the mic. The people around you react, eyes widening.Â
âOh, so you should very well know it, right?â You question, âWere you a fan of them?âÂ
âA big, big fan,â the man uses his hands to speak, throwing his arms to gesture something large, âGood âol days. But anyways, the answer is Open Arms by Journey. One of my favourites.âÂ
âI guess you already know that the answer is correct!â you laugh, âCanât argue with a fan. One point for you, sir!â He nods his head in pride before you turn to walk back to the front. At this point, youâre gaining more confidence despite it barely even starting. In a way, the interactions came naturally.
âThe next song is one that might not come to you all easily since itâs a bit newer, but I guarantee that at least one of you will know it,â you say through the mic.Â
Renjun begins with the intro, and youâre familiar with the song because youâve heard your parents play it plenty of times in the car growing up. So far, none of the residents had brought their hands up to answer. Youâre actually quite surprised to see that no one was familiar with the songâs intro.Â
Renjun continues to play the song.Â
Then he begins to sing.Â
You remember when he had first told you about his time here at the retirement home and how he sang for the residents. You remember him completely dismissing the fact that he did sing for these people and after that, the subject wasnât really brought up.Â
Now that youâre here and volunteering with him, you finally get a chance to hear him sing.Â
âOceans apart⌠day after day⌠and I slowly go insaneâŚâÂ
What the fuck.Â
You almost say this out loud and through the mic in front of many many elderly people and you suddenly feel compelled to slap yourself.Â
Renjunâs voice was unexpected, but it was beautiful. You really didnât have any idea of how his singing voice would sound but now that youâre hearing it, it perfectly matched his speaking voice. It was satin-like and captivatingâa voice you could and youâd honestly like to listen to all day.Â
âHow can we say forever?â
Your eyes drift to Renjun, whoâs focused. His eyes are on the music sheets sitting in front of him. The expression on his face is calm and gentle, words of which could also describe his singing. You hope Renjun doesnât notice that youâre looking at him, because if he did, it would be humiliating.Â
âWherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for youâŚâ
Then your heart does this thing.Â
It was very similar to the little skip that it did earlier, but now, instead of falling back to the rhythm it usually followed, it only sped up in tempo.Â
What the fuck. You repeat to yourself. Your eyes widen before dropping to your feet in panic. Because it really shouldnât be doing that. Not at this point in time.Â
âI raised my hand first!â One of the ladies knock you back into reality and you realize that a few people have had their hands raised. She was speaking to another woman sitting at the same table and you recognize them as the two women from earlier. You smile sheepishly, almost forgetting what your job is and opting to listen to Renjun and only Renjun for the rest of the game. You apologize, âIâm sorry, I didnât quite notice. Can we play a small game of rock, paper, scissors to settle this fairly?âÂ
They play the game as you make your way up to them. Once it was settled, you bring the mic up to the winner, the lady who claimed she raised her hand first. âWhat do you think the song title is?â
âOh, I know what the song title is,â she chuckled, âRight Here Waiting by Richard Marx.âÂ
âI love the confidence!â You say, laughing, âYou are correct! One point for you, maâam!â The woman cheered, ecstatic she got the point. Then, like before, you return to the front and you start at the beginning of the cycle for the next songs.Â
You try your best to keep yourself together, especially when the songâs difficulty requires Renjun to sing part of it. He had a voice to be proud of. You have no idea why he didnât choose to brag about it. But maybe thatâs just Renjun.Â
Whatâs ironic was the fact that Renjun was almost as charmed by you as you were with him. However, it wasnât because of the way you sang, because if you were ever asked to sing, youâd warn them about temporarily losing the sense of hearing, but it was simply through the way you interacted with the residents. The best word Renjun could find to describe the way you spoke to them was genuine.Â
You genuinely seemed to enjoy speaking to them, making small talk throughout the game so that you kept them entertained. Renjun also concluded that you were actually a pretty witty person. Jokes and fitting comments were flying out of your mouth whenever you pleased, giving the residents a reason to laugh hearty laughs.
Though it really didnât appear to be that big of a deal to anyone else, Renjun found it endearing. It was simply just a trait that he found worthy of adoring.Â
Renjun slumps behind the piano relieved that the instrument was helping him hide the smile that was uncontrollably growing upon his lips. And if you see him with that big, fat, doting smile, he wouldnât know what to do.
At the end of the game and its conclusion, you actually find yourself feeling bummed that it was over. You stand at the side of the room, watching as the residents either take their leave or decide to stay in the lounge room a bit longer. You bow to the ones who cross your path, thanking them for being great participants.Â
âWill you be back next week?â a lady stops to talk to you, âYou were refreshing to have. That young boy, Taeyong, follows the same script and it does get very tedious after a while.âÂ
âI would love to, actually,â you say, frowning, âBut Iâm not sure if I will. Renjun invited me to join but I donât know if this is just a one-time thing.âÂ
âOh, well,â she smiles sadly, âIf you ever decide to return, youâre always welcome.â
âThank you, maâam,â you mirror her expression before she walks away.Â
In her place, another lady stops and reaches for your hand, âThank you for a wonderful time!âÂ
You shake your head, âItâs nothing, really. Renjun played a large part as well, I shouldnât take all the credit.â Over her shoulder you see Renjun speaking to a few of the male residents.Â
âOh! Speaking of that lovely boy, are you two together?â Her head tilts to the side in curiosity, âYou two make quite a cute couple!âÂ
Her comment makes you freeze in shock for a short moment. You and Renjun? A couple?
âOh!â you shake your head, almost to the point where you could feel your head coming loose from the rest of your body, âWeâre not dating! Itâs nothing like that. Itâs really the opposite! We only started being friends not too long ago!â
âThat doesnât mean anything,â she only picks up your last comment, âYou ever go to connect a plug to a socket without looking?â You nod your head but she could tell that youâre confused. âYou miss it a couple of times, making small adjustments so you can get that damn plug into the socket. Then, finally, right when you get it in, the electricity runs through it to serve its purpose.âÂ
âI-I donât understand what youâre saying, maâam.â
âIâm saying that it doesnât matter when you guys started âbeing friends,ââ she laughs lightly, âIf two pieces fit together, then thatâs that. I know a match when I see one.âÂ
And without another peep, the lady walks away, singing a tune under her breath.
NINE.
âIs this enough?â Renjunâs pouring paint into one of the paint trays at the bottom of the ladder.Â
You look down from the top of the ladder, âThat looks like it, thank you.â You paint a few more strokes down before climbing back down to grab the newly filled tray. The goal for the day was to finish the second layer so that over the last few shifts, you and Renjun could focus on details and finishing touches. Judging by how much work was left, the two of you were probably going to end up working overtime. But none of you minded.Â
âYou know, some of the residents were asking for you when I returned a few days ago?â Renjun watches as you pick up the tray. When your feet find their way onto the first step of the ladder, Renjun unconsciously steps forward to keep the ladder steady, âI think they really loved your company.â The corner of his mouth quirks upward at the recent memory of you and your interactions. Not one inch of his bone regretted inviting you.Â
âReally?â you light up, âI enjoyed their company, too.â
Renjun replies, âYeah, really. I guess you made a really good impression on them.â Then Renjun makes a witty, lighthearted comment, âUnlike you did on me.â
You laugh and look down, âThe feelingâs mutual.âÂ
Out of interest, Renjun lets this burning question leave his lips, âWhy did you hate me so much anyway?â Then he shakes his head, âI mean I understand why, but I wanna hear your side of the story.âÂ
You take a seat on one of the middle stairs of the ladder and rest your head on your arm, âI guess⌠everytime we ran into each other, you werenât exactly the nicest. I remember I apologized when I accidentally bumped into you that one morning before class and you made a comment about me not being able to afford your shirt or something even when I apologized.â âIn fairness, it was before an eight AM and that shit was hot,â Renjun defends, âBut youâre right. I couldâve handled it better.â He doesnât even remember why he blew up that morning. But he does remember a feeling of remorse the moment he arrived in class and was able to reflect on what he just did.
âAnd that one time when I took Donghyucksâs drink,â you face palm because you donât know how you even managed to do that, âYou didnât even say thank you when I gave you the drink when I couldâve taken it. Especially since it was you who had gone up to me.â
Renjunâs face heats up. He really was a whole douchebag to you. âI was in a hurry. But I couldâve handled that better, too.â Renjun pauses and drops his head to look at his feet, âI think my apologies are long overdue. But I really am sorry for both of those times. I donât know⌠they were sorta both in the heat of the moment⌠but if I could go back, Iâd treat you better. Maybe we couldâve gotten along faster.âÂ
âYouâre forgiven,â you reply seriously, swinging your legs, âBesides, itâs not like we havenât made any progress.â You look up at the mural and remember how your relationship with Renjun had been when you both started it. It was almost the complete opposite. âI think I owe you an apology, too. Itâs not like Iâm completely innocent either.â
Renjun turns to go back to his spot, âYou donât even need to apologize. You were just treating me the way I was treating you.âÂ
âDoesnât make it okay,â you stand up and dip the paintbrush in paint.Â
âTrue, but still.â Renjun raises his head to look at you, âBut I forgive you too. Even though I still donât think you need to say sorry.â
You donât say anything else. Instead, you playfully roll your eyes. Despite your reaction, youâre actually glad that you and Renjun were finally at that point where you could joke about about the past. Being able to openly share how you both felt, and just conversing about it proves that your relationship with him has shifted. Itâs relieving.
âHey Y/N?â
You look through the ladder and find Renjun staring up at you. His hair is falling back, fringe brushing past the corners of his eyes. He looks pretty. âYeah?â
âItâs getting late,â he says, âWant to wrap up and get something to eat?âÂ
Youâre compelled to make a âlike a date?â comment, but you hold back. You and Renjun just made complete amends. You canât be that bold just yet, âSure. Where to?â
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A handful of bites and sips of pop later, you and Renjun are walking back from the closest fast-food restaurant from campus. The topic of conversation had been jumping from one to another, keeping the atmosphere comfortable and busy. Currently, it was about the pet peeves that came along with your roommates despite still loving them with all your heart.Â
âSometimes,â Renjun sighs, âDonghyuck, he literally doesnât wash the bottom of the cups cause he thinks that only water rinsing it is enough. He only scrubs the rim of the cup. Once, I was filling my cup with water and I see remnants of dried out coke floating from the bottom.âÂ
You gasp and make a face, shaking your head, âThatâs disgusting! Imagine if you didnât see that. Youâd just be ingesting dried coke.â
âHe learned from that,â Renjun shrugs, âCause even he experienced it. He always scrubs the bottom of the cups first now.â
âGood,â you retort, âBecause I was going to tell you to remind me never to drink from a cup when I go over to your guysâ dorm.â Renjun laughs but he canât help but interpret your comment in a way that could be considered overthinking. âFor me, Yeji used to wash her clothes without putting them with like colours.â
âHow is her wardrobe not fucked up?â Renjun sends you a look, âEspecially her white clothing.â
You shrug, âBeats me. But that one time I caught her, I felt like her mom teaching her right from wrong. I have no idea how sheâs never been told off in all her years of life.â
âI donât know whatâs worse, that, or Donghyuckâs old habit.â You shake your and head and look down. You wonder if Yeji had any pet peeves about you. What would they even be? You didnât feel like you were doing anything pet-peeve-worthy. But then again, Yeji didnât see anything wrong with mixing her clothing up.Â
When you see your dorm building growing in your field of vision, your eyes widen and you turn to Renjun, âWe missed your building!â You stop in your tracks and try to do a one-eighty to go back to Renjunâs building. The two of you were so caught up in conversation that you missed it.Â
âNo I did it on purpose,â Renjun shakes his head, âI wanted to walk you back.â A tickling sensation subtly appears and disappears in your stomach.Â
âYou really didnât have to!â you say shaking your hands as a way to deny his kind action, âThe campus is safe anyways! I could have walked on myââ
âI know it is, but I wanted to,â he shrugs, âThereâs a difference.â Heâs right. There is a difference. Because itâs one thing to walk you home with some worry that youâd get into some form of accident, you know, to ensure your safety (which you understood as basic human decency), but itâs another to want to walk you home. Even with the knowledge that youâd be safe because there were other students probably walking the same way, he wanted to walk you home and it was probably because he wanted to spend more time with you.Â
You donât know how to react to that implication.
He starts walking towards your building, hands stuffed into his sweaterâs pockets. When he senses that you werenât following, he turns back, âWhat are you doing?â
âSorry,â you sigh, âI zoned out.âÂ
You speed up to reach his side, trying to process whether or not you were overthinking or not. Before you know it, youâre at the doors of your building and youâre fishing your keys out of your pocket, âThanks for walking me here, I guess.â
âYou guess?â Renjun laughs softly.
âI mean like, it was unexpââ
âIâm joking,â Renjun rolls his eyes playfully, âI wanted to.â There it is again.
âAnyways, Iâll head in now,â you say, avoiding any awkward silences, âGoodnight.â
He grins, and you swear you see his eyes twinkle, âGoodnight.â
When you reach your dorms, Yejiâs standing at the entry way, arms crossed with a smirk, âI saw Mr. Renjun drop you off⌠care to explain?âÂ
âWhat are you even doing staring out the window?â you glare at her and kick your shoes off. Walking past her, you tug your bag off your arm and plop it beside the couch, âAnd explain what? He just wanted to drop me off.âÂ
âKey word is âwantedâ,â Yeji walks up to you and digs her index finger into your shoulder, âIâm getting this psychic-netic sense that heâs starting to harbour feelings for you.â You want to laugh because Renjun? Feelings? For you? Itâs laugh worthy. âNo way. We just made up.â
âYeah, but you both were all chill before today,â she rolls her eyes, âHeâs probably starting to like you like you like him.â
âWhat are you even talking about?â Youâre ready to escape this conversation. Mentally, youâre in a position that runners take when theyâre about to begin a race, but in front of Yeji, youâre stiff as a rock, grounded and eyes wide as you react to what she just said. âNothing,â she shrugs, âYou didnât deny it though.â Yeji cackles and makes her own great escape, sprinting into her room before shutting the door.Â
When Renjun finally gets home, heâs greeted with a bear hug from his own roommate.Â
âI thought you died or something!â Donghyuck yells, âWhy are you home so late?â
âI had dinner with Y/N and walked her home?â Renjunâs confused. He leans forward and notices tears in Donghyuckâs eyes. He doesnât know whether he should laugh or feel bad because heâs never seen his best friend in such a state, âAre you actually crying? Look Iâm sorry, I actually forgot to update you.â
âYes! Iâm crying,â Donghyuck glares at Renjun, âItâs not like I splashed my face with water or anything.â Donghyuck wipes his âtearsâ away and âsnifflesâ, âIf I knew you had a date, I wouldnât have sobbed my eyes out waiting for you to get home.â
âIt wasnât a date,â Renjun hurriedly denies, âIt was just a friendly dinner.â
âYeah, yeah,â Donghyuck waves off, âFriendly dinner my ass.â
âIt was!â Renjunâs ready to jump Donghyuck, âWe worked for a long time today and we also formally apologized to each other. It was fitting.â
âYou know what?â
âNo, I donât know what.â
Donghuck clicks his tongue against his teeth, âYou like her.â
âWhat even makes you say that?â Thereâs a bazillion things running through Renjunâs head, but none of those things were coming to a single conclusion that made sense with this conversation with Donghyuck.Â
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, âThe past few days, when you walk through that door from the gig or just being with Y/N, you have this sickeningâbut cute?âI donât know⌠love-struck? Charmed?âWhatever youâd call itâlook on your face and itâs painfully obvious that youâre starting to have feelings for her.â
Renjun gulps. Heâs at a loss of words only because heâs never heard or seen Hyuck say something so serious in his life, âYouâre lying.â
âNo. Iâm not. I canât believe you havenât realized it yourself when youâre usually more emotionally intelligent than me.â
Stunned, Renjun thinks it through.Â
Sure the word âlove-struckâ doesnât really describe what heâs feeling for you, only because he knows it hasnât gone that far. He thinks back to the day it suddenly rained, when you both watched The Pursuit of Happyness and he let himself be vulnerable in front of you. Then to the day at the retirement home and seeing your interactions with the older adults. Those few times you were too immersed in painting to comprehend what was happening around you⌠Hell, he even thinks back to the time you had gotten him that damn Starbucks drink despite how horrible he treated you that day.Â
What did all these days have in common? Sure, all these days involved you and him, and progression in the relationship between the two of you. But the thing that persisted was how his chest warmed up in a way that was almost entirely unfamiliar to him. Shit, it has happened so many times that it has become familiar.Â
Renjun sighs and he looks at Donghyuck with a defeated look, âI think youâre right.âÂ
âAbout?â
Renjun gets deja vu. He remembers the conversation he had long ago with Donghyuck about his attitude towards you. Never would he have thought that it would get this far.Â
âMy feelings for Y/N.â
TEN.
It was the final stretch. The mural needed no more than final details and cleaning up before it was finished. And after this, you and Renjun would be finished the project.Â
Youâre excited to see the mural in all its gloryâno unfinished patches and pending layers. You can already taste the satisfaction, especially because both you and Renjun had worked your asses off finishing it.Â
But there was an elephant in the room.Â
It wasnât a massive elephant, but it was there, sitting right in between you and Renjun and you didnât know how to address it without him misinterpreting everything.Â
The elephant: What would become of the two of you after all of this has ended?Â
You look over at him with that lingering thought.Â
It was rather baffling because your relationship with him appeared to be nothing more than two co-workersâmaybe a little bit more than that. No. Thatâs wrong. You guys were friendsâat least thatâs what you considered him. You could easily tell he considers you one of his, too, but you werenât sure that you were at that point where you would speak to each other after all this is over.Â
Youâd hate to see your relationship with him falter after everything.Â
Youâre hoping Renjunâs feeling the same way, simply because he hasnât said anything all shift. Just a mere âhiâ was all that slipped out his mouth towards you, and a soft âthank youâ when Joy had come out to congratulate you both for almost completing the project. Otherwise, he hasnât done more than breathe and paint.Â
âYouâre quiet,â you say playfully. Youâre not sure if you were overstepping boundaries but you wouldnât have said anything if you werenât comfortable with Renjun.Â
The noise in Renjunâs head nearly blocks your voice out completely, but youâre lucky to have caught his attention. âHm?â
You finish the details of your current part of the painting and move onto the next. It was one step closer to Renjun, âI said youâre quiet. Is something up?â Itâs a good sign that Renjun wasnât shooting any sort of remark your way, but you can tell heâs avoiding eye contact. You havenât seen Renjun so out of it.Â
âNo,â he replies, âNo, I⌠Iâm just thinking.â It was Renjunâs turn to finish an area. He takes a hesitant step closer to you to complete the details of a new area.Â
 Dot. Dot. You use black paint to add details to a bearâs face. Its eyes. It looks a lot better than it did just moments ago. âCan I ask what about?â
Renjun pauses and thinks about his answer. You. Heâs thinking about you. But heâs not sure if it would be odd for him to be honest and up-front. Renjunâs adding details to a toy car. Dot. Line. Dot. Dot. âThings. Iâll tell you when I get it sorted out.â
âYou donât need to tell me if you donât want to,â you say. You move on to a toy train. Line. Dot. Two lines. Although youâre still truthful about what you just said, youâre still curious about what Renjun was thinking about. Things was such a broad term. It could be about anythingâdogs, the colour periwinkle, even his best friend Donghyuck. But you guess youâll let him marinate those thoughts.Â
âI want to tell you,â he says gently, âTheyâre just all jumbled and shit.â The best way to describe his thoughts was like a box filled with stray wires. All of them have been thrown in carelessly and now theyâre knotted into one messy ball. He canât even follow one wire if he tried.Â
Now you want it out of him ASAP because what the hell is going on in his head thatâs causing him to act like this that would be making him want to tell you? Dogs? Periwinkle? Donghyuck? Although youâre panicking on the inside, you remain calm and give a hum in response. Youâll just have to wait until heâs ready.
Time flies and the shift is finished, leaving just a smidge of work left needing to be done for the final shift. Even with the mural not complete, it was already at the point where it did look finished. But with the sun setting, youâre not able to catch a good look at the work with its deserved lighting.Â
âIâll walk you home,â Renjun says from behind you. Youâre surprised he even offers to do so, especially since he seemed to be preoccupied with his thoughts. Despite this, you donât refuse because youâre not sure if this would be the last time Renjun would be walking you home. Besides, you want to spend as much time as you can with him.Â
âHow are those thoughts in your head?â you question. You both are halfway to your dorm and Renjunâs been mute the entire way. This was your way of pushing some sort of statement out of him because youâd be lying if you said you werenât curious.Â
Renjun huffs and hums to indicate that heâs thinking of a response, âDo you ever think a certain way about something butâŚÂ I donât know, you have some sort of conflict with yourself about those same thoughts and feelings?â
You pause and think about what Renjunâs trying to get at, but heâs being unclear, âIn what context?â
Renjun turns to look at you, âItâs hard to put it into words but itâs like⌠new thoughts you feel like shouldnât even be there but are there. Itâs not like theyâre forbidden or bad, but itâs just weird.â He sees your building growing close.Â
âHmmâŚâ A part of you knows exactly what heâs talking about, âI get what you mean.âÂ
âHow would you handle them?â
âI think that those feelings wouldnât be there in the first place if you werenât actually feeling them⌠or considering them at least.â If you could laugh out loud right now, you would. But you werenât really risking looking like a maniac in front of Renjun. Your response to Renjun was something youâve been telling yourself ever since Yeji had you questioning your own feelings for your friend a few nights ago. You only came to actually accept them now.Â
âBut I donât think you should overthink whateverâs going on up there,â you bring a finger up to his temple and tap it gently, âChances are that it isnât as big of a problem as you think.â Then you laugh, âYou know, this is one of the things that gave me a bad impression of you at first. You think too much.â Renjun playfully rolls his eyes in response.
You walk ahead of Renjun to open the door. You donât notice that heâs looking at you with brighter eyes because youâre right. Renjun let pessimism win and its got his mind preoccupied with what canât happen when there was still chances of you reciprocating his feelings (or at least, what he believed were feelings).
âWait,â Renjun stops you at the door. Heâs standing at the bottom of the steps with you at the top and he realizes now that thereâs no turning back from what heâs about to do, âI have my thoughts sorted out now.â
âOkayâŚâ You let the door go and turn to him expectantly, âIâm listening.â
Renjun swallows the saliva in his mouth and he feels his heart pick up in pace. YeahâŚÂ here goes nothing. âYou know when I first met you, I really didnât think for a second that I would even like you as a friend. Almost everything between the two of us clashed, but now looking back at it all, we were being stupid and childish.
âThat one day when you bought me a drink during our shift⌠I think thatâs when I knew that there was a chance for us to not hate each other. I know itâs a small gesture, but it was the fact you did something nice despite the fact we werenât getting along. It was sort of a wake up call for me.Â
âThen everything since then and up âtil now⌠the conversations weâve had, the walks back to the dorms, the visit at the retirement home⌠I feel like my feelings did a whole one-eighty.â
Renjun takes a step up towards you and exhales a quiet breath, âIâŚI think I like you. A lot.â He doesnât know where to look. âAnd it angers me thinking about how the mural is going to be finished because then I wonât have an excuse to see you anymore.â His head drops for a quick second before he tries to gather his last few drops of confidence before finally looking up at you, waiting for a response of your own.
Youâre taken aback by Renjunâs confession, simply because you genuinely didnât see it coming. Itâs hard for you to create the perfect sequence of words to say to him. Your mouth hangs open and all you can say is, âRenjunâŚâÂ
Renjunâs heart drops immediately with the implication that whatever youâre going to say is bad and he stumbles backwards, almost falling back from the stair he was standing on. âIâll⌠see you next shift.â And at that Renjunâs walking away.
°â˘. âż .â˘Â°Â
Youâre sitting across the street from the daycare, staring at the almost-finished mural. Youâre waiting for Renjun to come and judging by the time on your phoneâs screen, heâs twelve minutes late, which was funny because he never was late. Not even once.Â
You can see Joy sitting at her desk through the window while there are kids running around in the play area behind her. You wonder if sheâs wondering where the two of you are. Itâs the last shift of this gig and you guys are late. Shouldnât you both be early to get it over with?
Huffing you decide to make your way in. It wouldnât hurt to get the supplies ready without Renjun. That way, when he arrives, you both can start.Â
âAfternoon, Y/N,â Joy looks up and around her computer screen, âLast shift!â
âI know!â you say excitedly, âI canât believe it. Sorry for being a bit late.â
She shakes her head, âItâs no problem at all. You guys are almost finished, anyways.â
The door behind you squeaks open and you turn to find Renjun slipping through the doorway. His face shows no expression when he makes eye contact with you, but greeting Joy, he offers a small smile. They have a quick exchange, similar to what you just had with her, before you both are sent to grab the supplies.Â
It felt negatively nostalgic, the way he was avoiding eye contact with you as you bring everything out. It was awfully similar to when you both still didnât get along and you didnât like it.Â
You peek at him through the corner of your eye, heart skipping a beat. You can tell heâs forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. Heâs leaning in extra close to the wall, shoulder blade turned towards you in hopes to not to feel tempted to talk to you.Â
But it was odd. Only because heâs grown so used to your conversations.Â
The silence goes on for a while (it was just eighteen minutes, but it felt much longer), and everytime you think Renjunâs finally going to say something, he doesnât. Thereâs some kind of heavy atmosphere engulfing the both of you and you could feel yourself practically suffocating because of it.Â
You decide to take matters into your own hands. Besides, you were the reason why he wasnât talking in the first place. You were the reason why thereâs this sort of tension between the two of you. âYou know you left before I could even give you a proper response.â
Renjunâs breathing hitches at the sound of your voice, his movements halting simultaneously. âJudging by how you first answered, I didnât think there was anything to hear.â He keeps doing whatever he was doing, but in his peripheral vision, he can see you turn to look at him. âI listened to you,â you say, âSo now itâs only fair you listen to me.â
Renjun hesitates for a moment, but he slowly drops his hand before turning to look at you.Â
âThat night, I was going to say that I felt the same about you,â you say nervously. Youâre straight to the point, only because you knew Renjun deserved to hear what you knew he wanted to hear three nights ago. âI just⌠couldnât find the words to tell you that. Cause hearing me say that, itâs actually lame as hell compared to your confession.â
Your heart decides to use the inside of your chest as a drum and next thing you know youâre facing the wall. You try to busy yourself by finishing the last part of the muralâs details. Your cheeks heat up and you continue tentatively, âI canât even exactly remember when my feelings for you started to become more than friendly-type feelings? I donât even know if that makes sense⌠I just⌠started to notice that I couldnât even handle these weird tickling feelings in my chest when Iâm around you and I could not, for the life of me, stop them, but itâs not like I wanted to. Fuck, this is embarrassing.â
Youâre starting to ramble. Cute, Renjun thinks, holding back a smile.
Putting the paintbrush down, he swiftly places himself next to you. As distracted as you were with your long, long train of thought, you donât notice him standing next to you.Â
âBut I remember, at the retirement home⌠one of the old ladies put the idea of you and me being a couple in my head and I didnât hate the idea of it⌠I think thatâs when I actually realized that I likedââ You muster up enough courage to look at Renjun and youâre met with him looking down at you with adorationâthe same ones the night that he confessed, ââyou.â
Thereâs an entire marching band of butterflies in your chest and youâre sure as hell that Renjun can hear them with how close he was. The look in his eyes makes you want to melt into a puddle right in front of him, but youâve embarrassed yourself enough.Â
âYou have some paint on your face,â he says softly. You gasp and foolishly try to spot the smudge of paint on yourself.Â
If only you knew that Renjun was shamelessly lying.Â
Without another word, Renjun reaches for your face, lifting it up with the inner edge of his thumb. Then he whispers, âI-Iâll get it for you. If thatâs okay?âÂ
Youâre too stunned to even say anything. All youâre able to do is nod.Â
Renjun brings his lips down to yours and as if your heart conducted the band of butterflies in your body, they halt for a beat and a half before taking over once again. His lips press against yours softly at first, and once Renjun recognizes that everything happening within this very moment was perfect, he allows himself to fall into the kiss, bringing you two closer.Â
The paintbrush in your hand falls to the ground and your hands instinctively find their way up to Renjunâs shoulders, using them to pull you up closer to him, deepening the kiss.Â
It truly was perfectâif you ignored the fact that the two of you were probably being watched by anyone and everyone in the daycareâbut the moment felt perfect.Â
When you both finally pull away, Renjunâs eyes scan your face before he breaks out into a smile, bringing you to mirror it. âDid you get it?â
He nods. âYeah⌠I did.â
BONUS SCENE!
When Renjun asked you to come back to volunteer for another Throwback Thursday, you were no fool to refuse. Youâve actually been waiting for him to ask you to join him again right after the first one endedâRenjun was just a few weeks late.Â
âThat concludes this weekâs Throwback Thursday!â You say, looking over at the residents, âI really want to thank you all for participating and I hope you all enjoyed it.â You can see the residents smiling, clapping their hands.Â
As the residents start to file out of the room, you turn the mic off, and you spin around to look at Renjun whoâs seated behind the piano, âYou almost made me cry.â Even after hearing his voice for the first time, youâre still taken aback by how captivating Renjunâs singing was. You donât think youâll ever get tired of it.Â
Renjunâs brows furrow, âWhat do you mean I almost made you cry!?â He stands up and approaches you in subtle panic, âDid I hurt you in some way or form orââ
âJun,â you laugh, âYour singing almost made me cry.â
Renjun pauses and steps back, âOh⌠then I guess thatâs a good thing?â You nod and bring a finger up to poke his cheek which was pulled into a semi-pout. Seeing your finger from a mile away, he attempts to bite it gently but quickly retracts.Â
âY/N! Sweetie!â Youâre attention is pulled from Renjun to the same lady as last time. The one who made the âcoupleâ comment. Sheâs gotten a hair cut since you last visited, so you almost donât recognize her, but she has the same smile. Sheâs waving for you to come to her and you do without hesitation.Â
âYou donât know how happy we all were when Renjun said you were coming in today!â She exclaims, âThatâs why there were more people that came in today because they heard good stuff from last time.â
âDo you think I lived up to those âgood thingsâ,â you question, âI would have done better if I knew people had expectations.â
She nods. âI believe you did. Everyone had fun today.âÂ
âWell, thatâs good to hear then.â
You watch as her eyes flicker between you and Renjun, who was gathering the papers from the piano, âIâm sensing somethingâs going on between you two.â A smirk appears on her still-youthful face and you suddenly feel your cheeks heat up.Â
âYou were right about last time, â you say shyly, âWeâre dating now.â
She lets out a sound of delight, hands coming together to make one loud clap sound. âOh I told you so, sweetheart! This is what I love to see! Does this mean youâll be coming more often?â
Renjun joins you two quietly and you nod, âI sure hope so.â
⣠an: hey you! you there who finished my fic! I love you sosososososo much for taking your time to actually read this entire thing (ŕźŕşśâŕźŕşś) <â [thatâs me ugly crying] but I really do hope you enjoyed it,, maybe let me know what your fav part was? If you didnât enjoy it (even a lil smidge) Iâm sorry about that (ŕźŕşśâŕźŕşś) Iâll do better next time I swear (despite that though, Iâm still thankful you read it <3)
#bless the fact I actually got this finished over break and now onto another fic#this one was a monster sized fic like what the hell it was only supposed to be like 15k words#did it even feel like 23.6k words tho#lowkey not tbh#Nct#Nct dream#Nct imagines#Nct dream imagines#Nct dream scenarios#Huang renjun#Renjun#Huang renjun imagines#Renjun imagines#Huang renjun scenarios#Renjun scenarios#Nct dream blurbs#Nct blurbs#Renjun blurbs#Huang renjun blurbs#Nct renjun#Nct fluff#Nct dream fluff#Renjun fluff#Huang renjun fluff#My writings#My nct writings#Kpop#Kpop imagines#Kpop scenarios#Kpop blurbs
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Okay took a shower, thought about it, here's some ideas for Red's mom ( Legendverse version)
Pallet town born and raised. Was childhood friends with Prof. Oaks son.
Grew up in a..... conservative? Family. In the sense of like. "boys will be boys" but not really expecting their daughter to do much + the kinda. Quiet part of expecting her to find a husband and become a housewife. Like they weren't. Opposed to her doing anything else ( Agatha was from pallet town from pokemas lore and thus I imagine she was an inspiration to all the young girls back then EDIT: Agatha isn't from pallet town I only checked recently. She isn't lol. I still think she was an inspiration to many, but sadly no, she wasn't from pallet town. I feel like pallet town would be a lot different if she was lol. ), but also like. Ya know. "boys will be boys, and girls will be what's expected of them". They were strict or stern in this idea, but it was just. Expected. Am I making sense?????? I dunno.
Anyway, Red's mom kinda just. Never really questioned it growing up bc she never really thought about what she wanted to do. She kinda felt like she couldn't do much? And was kinda fine just. Standing in the background I guess. She didn't get frustrated with this until she got older.
In getting frustrated with herself, she tried to branch out, do different jobs, get into different things but ...she genuinely did not know what she wanted to do. Genuinely. Nothing was bad per say, but nothing was calling to her either. She wanted to be this free bird, doing whatever, being like Miss Agatha but. Nothing.
At some point she, somehow, landed herself an office job in Siph Co. And she was good at it. Very good at it. Which was honestly a surprise to her.
And even so she felt. Stuck. Her job was good, very good, and it pays so well. She even got herself an "office boyfriend". But was she at a point where she felt free and secure in herself? Eeeeeeeeeeh.
Like her main problem was that she was never brave enough to really go All In. She would dip her toes in something before quickly going out and trying something else. Silph Co was arguably the longest she's been invested in something and it still never really made her feel accomplished. Even with her little office boyfriend!
She was honestly considering just going back to Pallet Town, find a husband and live a life that was pretty much expected from her from the jump....
Until she met a fisherman ( I really like the idea of Red's dad being a fisherman lmao)
I don't know how their love story pans out. I just know Red's dad was someone Red's mom really needed at the time ( she was too afraid and a tad bit envious to talk to Oak's son. He had his life figured out as is, and she didn't really want to bother him with her uncertainty). I think he was very gentle and patient with her, as she was to him, and would softly encourage her to go a little deeper in what she wanted to try. And that it was okay if she wasn't feeling said thing.
I think her arc is like. Acknowledging both her frustration in wanting to do more with herself but also acknowledging that there's some things that she just doesn't vibe with and shouldn't force herself to vibe with bc she wants to be this grandiose person. Like being secure and comfortable with herself is ultimately the main goal, and Red's dad really helped her with that.
And that's not to diminish her little adventures! She's very proud of herself for getting out of her comfort zone even if it wouldn't last long. She has a tattoo!! Never in her life did she think she'd get one,but she does! And she actually got into fishing :)
As for her like. Becoming a stay at home mom as of FRLG/ RBGY.....I don't think she's upset. If this happened to her younger self then yeah, she would have been so disappointed in herself, but now she sees it as her being happier and more secure than she ever was before. So I think, to her, things turned out alright. She looks back in her past with pride I think.
This is getting long but I want to touch upon one more thing: this woman knows death and grief. She knows it well. My hc is that both of Blue's parents died at some point, and chances are the same for her husband. And even before all that, I imagine her folks kicking the bucket somewhere in her early adult hood. And then, years later, her son runs away without a word and she's left to wonder if he's even alive. It's a truly scary thought. So yes, she knows grief. But she tries so hard to be optimistic. Hope for a better tomorrow. It can be very hard, but she does try.
Aaaaaand that's it. Shower thoughts are crazy man.
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Julieeee I have not known peace since our conversation about whispering dirty things in public to Boba and just how much he loves it when you praise him.
Sitting on the throne with him? Tell him how the throne looks like it was made for him and how you want to get on your knees and make him feel like the king he is with his cock down your throat and tears in your eyes.
On his rounds with him? Tell him how fucking dangerous and strong he looks and how his presence alone in all that big bad beskar makes you soak through your panties and wish he'd bend you over the nearest flat surface to take what's his for everyone to see.
And then when it's just the two of you wrapped up in your bed at night, you can tell him how good and beautiful he is, how he's just and fair and that's a kindness not afforded to most people. That no matter what his past is, he chose to be a better man and overcome odds that would have killed a lesser person. You can whisper how you like his brown eyes, his warm skin, and strong hands, or how the sound of his voice is the only music you want to hear for the rest of your life. You can tell him all of that because in the sacred space of your shared bed, he can finally bare not just his body, but his soul.
Anyways that was way longer than I intended but what can I say, I am in love with (a sl*t for) Boba Fett.
ZWEI BC IDJDJW I CANT BREATHE BECAUSE LISTEN
Boba spends every waking second of his day thinking the filthiest thoughts about you. And so if you start whispering the same things in his ear while heâs working heâs gonna go fucking NUTS.
The picture of you on your knees sucking him off while he lounges on the throne is enough to make him practically suffocate. He literally fantasizes about it while various citizens come in and talk to him throughout the day. And itâs so painfully difficult to listen to their needs when he has some of his own that he desperately wants addressed. That salacious dark deviously sexy look in your eyes with his cock in your mouth is imprinted in his brain.
On his rounds he thinks about how your hips sway when you walk and how your ass bounces perfectly whenever you step. And while heâs watching where heâs going and overlooking his city on his daily walk through the streets, he canât help but picture you pressed against the walls of every building in every alleyway. How your backside swallows him inside of you with every thrust and how much you wouldnât even care if every person walking by heard the sounds he drew out of you, wouldnât even care if people watched what he did to you. You were fucking dirty when you needed his attention and any time any place would do to satisfy your lust for him.
And then at night when he finally has you in bed to himself heâs got you all wrapped up in him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, silk sheets positioned just so to highlight your every curve and goosebump raising on your skin. Every lewd thought he pictured in his mind during the day, every whispered desire you filled his ears with while he tried to pay attentionâŚit all culminates in you underneath him and him dragging out every ounce of pleasure he can from you. In his bed, in his refresher, against the walls, bent over his balcony overlooking the sunset in the dune seaâŚ..he will make you feel how much he needed you all day. How much he fucking loves ending his day fulfilling his ultimate dutyâŚ..to prove how much he loves and values having you all to himself. He can be soft and loving and vulnerable with you and it still results in the raw, passionate fucking he loves. You like all of him, not just the man in charge. You like the soul inside too and that means more to him than ruling any planet ever could.
#yes hi I am also in love with him#soft man who walks around as a rough man to protect himself#but knows heâs safe with you which only makes you want to be more rough with him#because youâre both safe to indulge in each other#hi yeah I love him so fucking much#boba fett smut#boba fett thots#daimyo boba fett#boba fett x reader#boba fett x you#boba fett x reader smut#daimyo boba fett x reader
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So I've only watched this last week's (this has been in my drafts for WAY too long) episode once (I usually do it twice but have yet to do a second watch and feel a rewatch will be in order at some point) but I have been rotating it around in my head since tscs mutuals first started posting their thoughts and I have SO MANY thoughts because this episode ONCE AGAIN packed soo many things in one go. Why don't they understand how PACING works? My GOD.
Anyway~
My initial thoughts before even watching the episode were "this is whack". Here's why.
This is episode 3.
Of 6.
We are halfway through. And our antagonist (Mad Santa) and Protagonist (Santa Scott) have yet to cross paths. And post watching S2E3, Mad Santa only JUST got his hands on some North Pole magic.
THREE EPISODES IN. HALFWAY THROUGH.
Do you know how much stuff is going to be packed into the next THREE EPISODES? Let me make a list (bc I LOVE lists)
Mad Santa getting back to the Pole
The obligatory "I've failed ):" from Santa Scott when Mad Santa gets to the Pole
Mad Santa GETTING to the Pole
The Council giving Scott 3 months to get Cal shipshape, and episode 3 starting with Olga saying IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS.
(ALREADY????)
So we still have THAT to look forward to, assuming they even LISTEN to their own boundary, since we know this show's track record with continuity is. Bad.
PLUS we still have a Sandman cameo coming! And a big old snowball to be thrown in Scott's face! (I have my clown shoes on)
Carol is STILL trying to find the missing nutcracker. She has gotten no closer; her trail is so cold she's looking at JACK as a suspect (yes I saw the cameo too, absolutely delightful for us Jack stans on main)
(pun absolutely intended)
Cal and Sandy are only JUST talking to one another about how their magic training is going, and are only JUST like. Diving into the drawbacks of being raised up North AND NEVER GOING ANYWHERE as well as the trauma that must be there from experiencing life in the real world, ENJOYING IT, and being yanked back to the Pole for the "family business"
Befana and Sandy. So THAT is a thing that was lovely then fell apart for no good reason--it was ONE MISTAKE and could've been handled better Befana, come ON girlie!
Easter Bunny being turned back into his EB form (tho tbh we should keep him as a bunny. Sorry not sorry, I have always been an EB hater on main)
Cal dealing with A) first heartbreak over Riley (which was stupid, more on that later) B) not wanting to be/do the Santa thing BECAUSE of a MULTITUDE of reasons he has NOT shared with Scott and C) the fallout when he realizes the vest is gone. He is NOT going to tell his parents at ALL. His whole existence practically rides on "I gotta make Dad proud!" and this deffs won't do it, but HEY! Maybe the writers will surprise me and he'll be OPEN and HONEST with his Dad!
Bc let's be real, ALL OF THEIR PROBLEMS COULD BE SOLVED WITH OPEN COMMUNICATION
I am off topic. Deep breaths. Whew. SO. We have all THAT to focus on.
PLUS Sandy's powers! She's apparently more powerful than Befana thought? Sandy now has to deal with that SANS her mentor and I DOUBT Carol will be helpful with that. She WOULD'VE BEEN in the MOVIES. But SERIES CAROL? APPARENTLY NOT FUCKING LIKELY SINCE ALL OF HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HAS GONE OUT THE DOOR FOR TOKEN FEMINISM THAT IS IMMEDIATELY CHECKED OFF A LIST AND MADE IRRELEVANT WITH THE PLOT OF "One woman is jealous of another woman"
Oh my god off topic again. SORRY. RIGHT. So, we have Sandra's magic to deal with still. Her mentor/mentee relationship with Befana. Cal's own magical struggles and his relationship with his Dad in terms of Mentor/Mentee. These kids need THERAPY, SOMEONE CALL NEIL
SO ALL OF THAT. IS GOING TO BE JAM PACKED INTO THESE LAST THREE EPISODES. AND I JUST KNOW (based on last season) THE RESOLUTIONS WILL NOT PAY OFF.
So yeah, thems the opening thoughts (with some watch thoughts leaking in, admittedly).
AS FOR THE EPISODE ITSELF.
OH BOY.
It's still very mid. It gives a lot of good bits but either A) contradicts them or B) gives them not enough time to flourish (see: Carol and Befana for A, and Cal and Sandra for B). It is also STILL ignoring its own continuity, and not just from the movies, but from literally the first two episodes of the season!
Did Cupid not say. One to two episodes ago. "Hey Santa, we, the Council, aren't really sure about this Cal thing? So uh. You've got three months. and if it's not working out. We're calling it."
And did Olga not say. At the start of this episode. "It's been THREE MONTHS since we escaped and we are NO CLOSER" yadda yadda yadda.
So THREE MONTHS have passed between THIS EPISODE, AND THE LAST ONE?
SO WHERE THE HELL IS THE COUNCIL? HELLO???
I actually thought that that would be like, the big crunch time thing for the series, you know? THE plot motivator. Or at least, one of many. Like I was expecting a montage and for each episode to have a month packed in and for the final episode to involve resetting everything to Scott's ideal status quo and defeating Mad Santa and Olga. Needless to say, I was SHOOK when they opened with THAT.
Olga and Magnus are fucking hilarious, full stop. I kinda want Olga to do a stab ngl!! Their whole dynamic has been interesting lol.
The Judy cameo was a fun Easter egg, but it's a shame they didn't give it a bit more hype, you know? That would've been fun. The Jack cameo (if we can even call it that) was ALSO a fun Easter Egg, tho I am much too mad at Carol's writers rn to be like WOO JACK. But you bet your ASS I saw that lil easter egg, lol. It's kinda frustrating? They keep throwing these lil cameos/easter eggs at us like it's an attempt to placate us or smth. Idk, I am tired and JADED and Don't Trust Like That.
Right so what else. Going in for round two. Wish me luck:
Agree with ALL OF YOU about the poor elves being used as reindeer stand ins đđ AWFUL. SOMEONE KNOCK THIS GUY OFF A ROOF FOR GOOD! DAMN! (Santa not Cal)
Sandra and Carol. GOD. So much cringe! SO MUCH! BECAUSE OF BAD PARENTING. HOW DO THEY SUCK SO MUCH AT BEING PARENTS? WE ALREADY HAD 3 MOVIES OF THIS AND CAROL WAS NEVER A W F U L
(RIP spider on Carol's shoulder)
Carol and Scott talking about the kids was just. They are SO OUT OF TOUCH. AND SCOTT HAS A SISTER??? I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS PERIODT. He has only child energy, and wow did he EVER suck at reassuring Carol. Anyone else sick of Old White Men? Anyone?
Sandra reading the transformation spell and then accidentally doing it is deffs foreshadowing. She's gonna transform the SHIT out of Magnus, calling it NOW
EB HAS APPEARED! KIDNAPPED BY OLGA! ICONIC! And they were PALS??? Magnus I am so intrigued. Who Are You
And obligatory "BLERG BLAH CONTINUITY" re: EB being there all the way back then
NTS: There is an Easter Gopher too. I am taking notes.
Scott being an undignified, pathetic name: GET HIS ASS (count: 9)
EB is so wrong about Peeps. He is falling lower and lower on my list of Legendary Figures. Him laying the egg. Cool EB magic, disgusting execution. I am 99% sure bunnies don't even LAY EGGS
Where tf do they get the eggs from???
OKAY CAL AND SANDRA
Love that they're having sibling bonding. "doing it for everyone but yourself" GET HIS ASS, SANDY. (GHA Count for Cal: 1). Hate how short the scene was and how it boiled down to a sort of silly joke (being a crossguard instead of Santa). Like. They could;ve axed the dinner with Noel scene, cut tight to Santa training Buddy (Cal), and after that debacle moved on to sibling scene and having them bond. Like. There is substance and it is there but it is not being well executed. LET THE KIDS HAVE ROOM FOR GROWTH! (but dani! we have 3 more episodes to go! SEE MY FIRST LIST! THEY DON'T HAVE THE TIME!)
Santa asking for a jetpack and Carol being like "don't force your son up there to get over the heights thing" and then telling him to just say "I love you and I'm proud", GET HIS ASS (GHA Count Scott Edition: 10. And we're not even halfway through the episode). GOD. I wish Carol would take her own advice re: Santa and Cal and apply it to Sandra and Herself, come the fuck ON guys. DO BETTER.
DINNER WITH BEFANA (Scott: can't make it Carol: Gonna kill him. GET HIS ASS)
Cool idea, HORRIBLE execution. I am not a fan of how Carol was like "woo! ladies being ladies!" and them immediately we get a plotline of her being jealous of another woman. It's very. Token/preformative feminism. It's like they are checking items off of a list. I dislike how SHALLOW most of these subjects are in the series. Like, if you don't know how to handle something like that, THEN DON'T WRITE IT. GOD.
Like. When Sandy lifts the salt with magic, SUPPORT IT. Don't be like I NEED TO ONE UP IT. Also, interesting that Mrs. Claus. Despite being Legendary by marriage. Doesn't have magic?? I think she should. GIVE CAROL MAGIC 2k23. Carol overreacted and then so did Sandy and I just think that this whole La Befana/Mrs. Claus plotline could've been done better!
Especially Befana inviting Carol over and then Carol promptly asking if she should bring a broom, something something, witch stereotypes being a thinly veiled allusion to magical racism something something
I BET IF BUDDY HAD GONE WITH CHARLIE TO THE "CLUB" HE WOULD'VE GOT IN JUST FINE
"Are you talking to the float or me" I am SO angry for Cal/Buddy. The poor kid thinks his Dad is super not proud of him, his whole existence seems to hinge on his dad's approval and I am so upset about all the implications of this I'm gonna explode things with my MIND
"Hare to the throne" Cal you are so stupid. And my GOD the Hare vs Heir argument being the reason Sandy explodes things like I just. That could've been done better.
This whole SCENE could've been done better! Befana didn't need to be so mean! It was an ACCIDENT. She explains it loud and clear and what do you MEAN something else entirely I'm SCREAMING. Befana being like we're stepping back? Like. UGH. And then the jealousy thing? Oh wow! More pitting ladies against ladies! GOD. I'm so upset about this whole thing it's unreal ):<
OKAY. SO THE SLEIGH STEALING SCENE AND WHERE THAT GOES.
WE LOVE TO SEE BUDDY AND SANDRA BONDING! STEALING THE SLEIGH! (not to get all OCs on main but JACQUELINE APPROVES). I love to see them working together to be delinquents, but my GOD the Riley thing
UGH
Like. I know we're supposed to feel bad for Buddy but like, the whole romance between him and Riley has been so ick and the way their breakup went. It was like. You KNOW. It was written to be poignant with lines like "you're always busy with your dad" and "I want you to dust me so that you never met me" which would have worked if. You know. They weren't FIVE. (16-18). It just didn't work :\. I haven't had time to like, enjoy them and they made Riley very, very. Unlikable tbh.
ALSO. Cal from CALGARY? As a Canadian, THERE ARE A BUNCH OF OTHER PLACES YOU COULD'VE PICKED! VANCOUVER? TORONTO? YOU WENT WITH CAL FROM CALGARY? I can't with y'all. ALSO. THEY DID SCHOOL TOGETHER FOR A YEAR. I FEEL AS THOUGH THE KIDS SHOULD KNOW WHO HE IS. OH YEAH THAT WEIRD EXCHANGE STUDENT WE HAD FOR A YEAR. Y'ALL ARE DOING LONG DISTANCE? SUPER! LIKE. HELLO???
Kudos to Sandra for being the funniest bitch alive with the creeping in the corner like "That was rough af bud." It's giving
ehehehe.
And FINALLY Mad Santa has his magic back. Here's how I'm guessing the next episode is going to work:
Mad Santa practises using his magic to make Santaopolis all fancy smancy
Manages to make it up north by the end of the episode
Cal has a fallout with his Dad over the Santa vest thing
It becomes a bigger deal than expected
Sandy cameo probably bc EB is missing and he was last seen THERE (Man Santa, you're really getting on the Council's radar in all the bad ways, huh? Putting Jack to shame! 273 counts of attempted upstaging of Santa vs how many billion counts of magical exposure? And an EB kidnapping? Bc I bet that'll be a thing posited next episode)
As if La Befana can't undo a spell (I AM ROLLING MY EYES)
They will make ZERO progress on figuring out who Mad Santa is and they will be very confused when he makes it to the North Pole next episode
I also tho wouldn't be surprised if they stretch Mad Santa getting to the Pole to episode 6. That seems on brand for how they treat pacing (as if it does not exist).
tl;dr: too much preformative stuff. very mid. Cal and Sandy are fun but I wish they were given more time to shine! Pour one out for our boy Noel who is having a rough go of it tbh and Kris too who's gonna get back from Costco very, very confused
#other thoughts: noel having the claus's over for food was fun. wish it had had a point aside from a scene transition#'YOUR SHAME IS SAFE WITH US' followed by olga liking marshmallows lmao that was silly#THEN THEY TRIED TO RIDESHARE WITH A GOAT??? amazing.#the santa clauses#tscs#dani watches tscs#long post#tscs wank#bc this isn't very positive and if y'all see this and are enjoying the series? i strongly suggest scrolling past it!#dani speaks
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just crying silently while holding a finally-sleeping baby (20 lbs and 2.5 feet tall baby) who refused to nap longer than 30 mins today and has emotional tantrums like a 2 yr old, complete with throwing their bodies backwards and biting lolol this poor kiddo just wants to be a big people
I think I'm just crying bc I'm so tired and feeling a lot of conflicting emotions about literally everything in life. like why does the world continue to spiral out in flames and I feel like I'm in survival mode when all I've wanted to do for 4 years is actually LIVE and THRIVE and, now, raise my child to be a good human but everything is isolating and a fucking battle to get done and I feel lonely and I can't even spend time with my partner or focus on myself I feel like time is constantly running out, money is running out, kindness is running out, and my brain cells can't even function anymore.
like. being a mom and being ill is really fucking hard. as if that's a surprise, but I'm so overwhelmed anticipating the next 3 months bc I've got 10 more appointments this month alone, plus an endoscopy and my pre-op is in MAY and I'm gonna have fucking hip surgery while I have a 1 year old who will probably definitely be walking lmao
also the world is on fire, did I say that? myles hours got cut at ups bc they're greedy fucks and we simultaneously lost our food stamps bc he made too much money during holiday season and I've been waiting over a month for my new application to get filed and I'm basically living on coffee smoothies electrolytes and whatever his mom cooks for dinner. at least I can kind of feed my kid tho even tho he wants solid food already bc on the inside he's a 30 yr old and WIC only pays for formula + purees.
day by day. hour by hour. it's all I can do. I'm so. fuvking. sick of burning out 2 days after I finally recover. I have so much more to say but no energy to form words anymore.
parenting is so fucking triggering it's wild. today wasn't even all that bad, either, but everything reminds me of my past right now. and I continue having to mask and play nice with a literal energy vampire that we live with sooooo
editing to add that I am still extremely obsessed with my son , he's beautiful and his laughter is like a drug I've never experienced and he looks like a literal cherub when he sleeps but holy shit let's start being honest about parenting too. this world doesn't make ANYTHING easy for most people...
#personal#also NOW IM SUPPOSED TO PLAN AIDANS FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY?? good god everything is triggering my childhood bullshi
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I FINISHED EPISODE SEVEN AND AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
đđđđđâ¤ď¸ ISAAAAAAC đ MY BOYYY <3333 HE DOES NOT DESERVE THIS â¤ď¸â¤ď¸đ I LOVE HIM!! I hope that art piece helped though :')). Also poor James đ xd. But hey at least he's supportive (though the way I was like :'O and then he said "you just haven't found the right person yet" and I went -.- xD. Except a little more like sigh raise eyebrow with a bit of a smile bc :/ you were so close xDD). But seriously Isaac đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ my guy. I love him. I hope he figures it out soon :( :')) <3333.
TAO AND ELLLLLE!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH :'DDD. The GROWTH from Tao, can we talk about that?!!! He :D! I mean he was definitely thrown off at first but that's okay :')). Then he was supportive and lovely and your honor I love him đ. And ELLE!! OUR GIRL GOT ACCEPTED :D!!! AND HAD HER ART DISPLAYED!! HECK YEAH GIRL :DDD!! AND ALSO THE ART WAS T H E M I'M NOT OKAY đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸đĽ°.
Also, everyone else at that exhibition: :D- YOO those are the people!!
(like the ones in the picture lol)
Anyway I love them your honor thank you <3 xD
SLAYYY NICK GO OFF!! TO YOUR DAD AND YOUR BROTHER AND EVERYBODY :DDD!!!
AND SLAYYY CHARLIE GO OFF!! TO BEN YOU SLAYED :DDD!!!
Also gosh that DINNER. Was (yes that period's on purpose I'm making it clear it's not "that dinner was", but just "it was" without the it) the most awkward thing I've ever seen xD. I mean not really but it was pretty bad xD.
Just imagining though lol like,
Nick: I don't care what you think
Charlie's parents: *trying to look as far away as they can*
Nick's mom: You don't have a right!
Charlie's parents: wow yeah this for is really good huh, yeah. . .
XDD I just can't lol
Anyway xD!
But AYYYY NICK DID IT HE CAME OUT AND EVERYTHING WENT OKAY I MEAN LIKE. IN THE END xD :D!!! đĽ°đĽ°
Also Tori GO. OFF!! The grab of David's arm and the kick of his phone xD, girl SLAY!!! We love her so much in this house đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°. Also her and Charlie playing video games was really sweet :'DD
Anyway I am sorry your dad and brother suck Nick <333
I do hate your brother though so there's that đĽ°đĽ° punched the bed repeatedly during the dinner scene and of course whisper screamed my head off <33
And AAAAHHHHHHH Charlie not eating much :')) I noticed I during the meal and then the brought it UP too đđđ. Help I'm not okay <333. We can get through this :')). Me and them xdd. Them all, surrounding this, lol.
Also Nick looking up eating disorders đđđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ it broke me but it was really sweet <33 he's worried about Charlie :'(( (kinda the reason for the sweet and kinda a separate statement, it's also sweet for like trying to understand reasons and whatnot)
And AAAHHHHHH NICK AND CHARLIE ARE GOING TO PROM TOGETHER :DDD listen I love them so much <333 and all of the so much :D!!
Also Imogen so sorry you're still the token straight xD but slay for you Sahar :D
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DARCYYYY đđđđđđđđđ.
HONEYYYY!!! I'M SO SORRY AND ALSO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH đđđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Y'all as soon as I saw the purple stuff around the door I died :') help I'm not okay <333 but more importantly help Darcy :((( worry about her before me D':
Gotta say though her outfit slays so hard and AAHHHH everybody helping to pay for it :'DDD <333 I love them all so much. Also her and Tara were being ADORABLE!! And Tara's mom was hilarious in that first scene lol xD mood.
Anyway AAAHHHHHHHH MY POOR GIRL đđđđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸. I really hope she's okay (I mean as okay as she can be) :((( ik there's other stuff but whatever honey my love go to Tara's <333
My poor babey đđâ¤ď¸
Anyway, amaaazing episode, I love them all so much <3333 đĽ°đĽ°â¤ď¸ I'm also not ready for the next episode :')) đ
And awww, the last episode đđâ¤ď¸đ. This was the second to last episode :'(( :')). Should I have split it into two days to savor it more? Maybe. Did I? Absolutely not lol. Anyway, this season is so good and I'm gonna miss I so much xdd <3. Immediately lol. Especially if there's a cliffhanger or something (which I feel like I might've seen someone mention but it was just a glimpse so they may have been talking about another episode lol).
ANYWAY!!! Lovely đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°. NOW ONTO EPISODE EIGHT!!!
#heartstopper#oasis's heartstopper chatter#heartstopper spoilers#see y'all there :D#or well after it lol but shhh#anyway :D I love them all so much đĽ°đĽ° also the entire shopping scene of them was so cute :D#but yeah see y'all later đĽ°đĽ° in a bit :D :P!!!!
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Sometimes, you gotta put the character you've been simping for and the oc you made bc you wanna fuck him into your passion project fanfic as a treat.
Hhhh this is something I've been rattling in my brain for weeks,,,,,
Spider-By-Proxy teaser :3
The blonde woman sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose tight, brows scrunching up in frustration.
She clasped her hands together, looking at the speedster with a perfectly blank expression.
"Pea, you've still got five different schools to get to - in this state alone," she said - her voice, firm. "And after that, you've still got another three states, each with about fifteen schools to go toâŚ"
Peter held his hands up defensively.
"Alright, Goldie," he relented. "I get it."
The woman nodded, folding her arms. She raised a brow, as if expecting him to say more.
"...but, look, I don't pay you-!"
"No. You don't pay me - full sentence, Maximoff-!" She warned. "Alexis Bold does."
Peter froze, his face twisting in discomfort. Toby looked between the two, feeling the tension in the air.
"All that you do? Look pretty, punch bad guys, and-!"
She trailed off as Peter's face formed a pretty pout. He batted his eyes at her like a kicked puppy.
She sighed, shaking her head with a groan.
"...fine..." She relented. The woman took a couple steps closer, poking his chest with a finger. "Five minutes."
Peter and Tobias both nodded obediently. Toby held his dictophone tight, almost shivering with excitement.
"And you're running to Wyoming," she added, another firm warning to the hero.
"Yes, ma'am!" He confirmed, giving her a goofy salute.
Peter nodded obediently, a grin spreading across his lips. He gave her an incredibly fast peck on the cheek.
"Great!" He said, grinning wide. "Thanks, Goldie."
The blonde sighed deeply, rolling her eyes at him. She huffed as she started walking off, holding up her middle finger as she marched away from him.
"You're still an asshole, Maximoff!" She called back. "If you need me, I'll be back in the jet with Powderpuff."
As she walked away, Tobias turned to the hero.
""Goldie"?" He asked, tilting his head.
Peter nodded, looking in the direction she took. His face had an expression that looked almost identical to how Steven looked at his mom on cleaning day. Soft...
"My assistant," he clarified, taking a moment to clear his throat with a cough. "Amber..."
Assistant...?
Oh...
"Was she the one you got caught-?"
Peter's eyes widened.
"So, where's your friend?" He asked, cutting Toby off.
Toby hummed, tilting his head.
"Your... friend. The... the big guy?" Peter asked, raising a brow. "Or am I just meant to ignore the fact you look identical to the enhanced individual I met last night with the giant bug guy on his side?"
"Arachnid, actually," Tobias corrected. "And-! Damn... you can tell?
#universe 311619#spiderverse oc#spider by proxy#311619#earth 311619#spidersona#tobias tulper#quicksilver#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#pietro django maximoff#amber baudelaire#oc: amber#oc: toby#oc: tobias#amber#marvel#oc x canon#marvel fanfic#mel writes#quicksilver x oc#peter maximoff x oc
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idk if ur recs are closed by now and also if u have too many on ur plate pls dont feel pressured to respond :) but I saw someone once asked u abt cockwarming w randy while watching a movie đł and honestly I'd love to read smth like that! obvs dont feel pressured to at all, just a suggestion if u wanna! anyway i also just wanted to say ur writing is so so good and ur really talented, and i always love reading ur stuff! hope u have a great day/night <33
HI MY DEAR BEAUTIFUL ANON i literally have no excuse for how long its taken me to get this out i am so sorry im awful however this gave me some inspo SO.... i hope u guys like this >:) i went the route of in a movie theater and not at home so i hope thats ok???? anyways hope u enjoy and i hope i remember how to format these posts lolz
At The Movies - Randy Meeks
Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1429
WARNINGS: nsfw, reader wears a skirt, public sex, cockwarming, randy calls reader good girl, orgasm denial, edging, slight dom/sub dynamics, randy my beloved <3, implication of more sex, not proofread bc we die like men
The movie theater was packed, unsurprisingly. It was opening night for the latest Stab movie (number 5 if you had been counting correctly) and for some reason Randy had wanted to go the night it came out. He had a strange fascination with the Stab franchise now that it no longer followed Sidneyâs and his story and instead had delved into borderline shit territory.Â
âScuse me, sorry, my bad,â Randy says, repeating his apologies as he scoots towards his seat, you following closely behind him. He had gotten two seats in the very back row, far right side of the screen. When you realized that you had been confused; Randy was normally anal about getting the middle seats. âItâs the best spot for the perfect movie watch!â He would say to you every time you laughed at his particular-ness.
He takes the seat right next to the wall, stretching out his feet slightly as you settle down next to him. The lights dim and the crowd roars, glow-in-the-dark Ghostface masks illuminating the darkness. Randy wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder. âYou alright?â You ask just loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
Flashing you a soft smile he nods, kissing you first on your forehead and then your lips, his large hand still cold from holding his drink coming up to cup your cheek. âMâperfect.â You half expect him to pull away and look back towards the movie, towards the screaming blonde girl who was about to be gutted, but instead he leans in again, kissing you a little rougher. You giggle into the kiss.
âRandy,â You laugh, pulling back, and he whines slightly, his grip on your cheek tightening just a little. âPay attention to the movie, baby.â
âNo, want to kiss you instead.â You turn your face as he leans his, his lips planting on your cheek and he laughs, breath hot against your skin. âCâmere, sit on my lap.â You cock an eyebrow at him but all he does is let go of your face, grabbing your hand instead.
âWhy do you want me to sit on your lap so bad?â You tease, moving from your seat to sit down on his lap. His arms instantly wrap around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, his lips instantly on your neck. âYou got a crush on me or something?âÂ
You can feel him smile against your neck and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin as he plants soft kisses up your neck before stopping right next to your ear. âYeah, something like that. But I also want to fuck you.â Before you can even comprehend what heâs saying heâs grinding you down on his lap, making his clothed erection very obvious.Â
âOhâŚy-you do? Here?â You swallow hard, biting at your bottom lip as he lets out a quiet moan. Randy hasnât stopped grinding you against him and you can feel him hardening underneath you with each purposeful movement. âIs that why you asked me to wear the skirt?â
Randy laughs slightly, biting at your neck and you just barely stifle the moan that bubbles up out of your throat. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. âMhm, plus you look so fucking good in it. Need you to sit on my cock baby, please? Please can you do that for me?â
Your mind was foggy and you barely register yourself nodding yes but you can feel your thighs clench together when he mutters âfuck,â under his breath. You lift off of him for just a second, sparing a glance at the people besides you, just two seats away. No one was paying you and Randy any mind, too enthralled with the movie to care. Randy fishes his cock out and you gasp, taken by surprise, when he reaches his hand under your skirt and pulls your panties to the side.Â
âSit,â He says, moving your hips, positioning you just above his cock. You take a shaky breath, biting your lip before sitting down, his cock sliding inside you. It burned deliciously; normally you were well beyond prepped, covered in your own juices, before he would fuck you, but there wasnât any time for that. âFuuuuck, so tight. Thank you baby, good girl.â Heâs back to kissing your neck and his arm is wrapped around your waist again. You canât move, can only sit and feel his cock twitch inside you.
âM-move? Can you move? Please?â You ask, tilting your head to the side slightly to have him hear you. He laughs, shaking his head.Â
âMâsorry baby, too risky. We canât have anyone hear you now can we? Donât want to distract anyone.â You squeeze your eyes shut at the realization that Randy is serious. He had you sit on his cock just to watch the stupid fucking movie like this. Attempting to shift your hips, desperate for any sense of friction or movement, has his grip on your waist tightening. âStop. Moving.â
You donât try to move again. Your entire body aches, your brain begging you to move, to fuck yourself on him, begging you to ignore the people around you and just cum. But from Randyâs tone of voice you knew that it would only result in a punishment, one you did not want to receive.Â
It wouldnât be so bad, you thought as you stared ahead at the screen. Just an hour and a half, thatâs all you had to get through. For the next ten minutes you focused on the movie, trying to ignore the feeling of him inside you or the occasional thrust he would give when âadjustingâ himself. You were doing good, the knowledge shoved in the back of your mind ready to be ignored for the time being, until Randyâs other hand came in between your thighs and flicked over your clit.
You gasp loudly, face burning hot, though he had timed it to happen at a âscaryâ part, your pleasure drowned out. âRandy,â You warn, turning your head to the side fully just to see his shit eating grin. âI thought, fuck,â Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his soft fingers brushing up and down your slit. âThought it was risky?â
âItâs risky to fuck you, not to make you cum. Youâll do that for me, right? Youâll cum on me like this if I wanted you too?â His voice is sickly sweet in your ear, his fingers swirling around your clit with ease, and all you can muster is a single nod before you collapse back against him, letting him do whatever he wants to. One of your hands is gripping the armrest of the chair, the other grabbing onto his arm, your nails digging into both. âYou close baby?âÂ
âY-yes, please, fuck.â You try your hardest to keep your voice quiet, to hold and bite back the desperate moans you want to let out, but you're unable to hold back the groan of displeasure when Randy moves his hand away. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Randy canât help but laugh at the harsh whisper, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste you. You can still feel him inside you, his cock twitching as he sucks his fingers clean. âSorry baby, I changed my mind. But youâll be good and I can treat you right when weâre back home, right?â
âRandy, can you just-â
âIf you ask, you wonât cum at all tonight.â With a huff you concede, settling back down, your back against his chest. âGood girl.â He kisses your temples and try as you might you canât fight back your smile. The rest of the movie is agony, your cunt aching and dripping around Randy the entire time. When the lights come up and people begin to leave, Randy tells you when to stand up so he can fix himself.
He laughs as you stand and you look down, instantly embarrassed. His sweatpants were soaked.
âYou made a mess, baby,â He teases, standing up and wrapping his arms around you. He walks you out of the theater and to the car with you in front of him, asking you questions about the movie as if you had been able to pay attention to any of it. He opens the car door for you, letting you inside and giving you a kiss before pulling back just a little bit. âYou did good. Thank you.âÂ
âYouâre welcome. Now can we get home so I can cum, please?â
#f1nalboys works#f1nalboys writing#f1nalboys masterlist#scream#scream 2#scream 1996#scream 1997#randy meeks#randy meeks x reader#randy meeks x y/n#randy meeks x you#lets go finally writing again ayo
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Would You Still Love Me?
Hey friends! Here's a quick Robin and Steve fic, with a bit of Eddie sprinkled in because I have no self control. This scenario popped into my head and I thought it was funny. Let me know what you think!
WC: 1.1k
Fandom: Stranger Things (no spoilers, i don't think), ler!Steve and lee!Robin
TW: I mention pregnancy once? It makes sense I promise. No one is actually pregnant. Also, there is a joint bc Eddie's got to make some money somehow.
âSteveâŚâ Robinâs voice trembles. Steve looks up from the beer heâs slowly nursing by the side of his pool. Eddie and Nancy pause their heated conversation - something about the merits (or lack thereof) of higher education, Steve thinks, but he stopped paying attention ten minutes ago. Eddieâs hands flex when heâs making a point, and that has been sufficiently distracting for the past few minutes.
He lifts his feet from the water and turns to face Robin. Her eyes are glassy, and Steve is suddenly brought back to a different conversation, on the floor of a grimy mall bathroom. He swallows, brows furrowing in that adorably concerned way of his, and he says, âWhat's up, Robin?â
âI⌠Thereâs something I wanted to ask you,â Robin says, not quite looking in his eyes. Nancy and Eddie very pointedly go back to their debate, voices rising a little to avoid eavesdropping.
âOkayâŚâ Steve says slowly, getting up all the way and plopping down next to Robin where sheâs spread out a towel. âIs it something⌠bad?â
âI donât know,â Robin whispers, playing with the threads on the edge of her towel.
Steve grabs her hand in both of his, rubbing his thumbs over her fingers soothingly. âWhatever it is, Iâm sure we can figure it out.â
âYeah⌠yeah youâre right,â Robin breathes out.
Steve braces himself for - he doesnât know what, really, as the only thing he can think of is that Robin might be pregnant, which is absurd because a) sheâs gay, and b) if she had sex with someone, he would definitely have been informed. He shakes that thought off and wills himself to keep a neutral face, despite the anxiety heâs feeling.
âItâs just⌠I was wonderingâŚâ Robin takes a deep breath. âWould you still love me if I was a worm?â
âWould I - what?â Steve asks, desperately confused. âI donât even - what?â
Thereâs a solid five seconds before Robin bursts into raspy laughter. âOhohoho my god,â she cackles. âYour fahahahace! I should have taken a picture. That was tohoho perfect.â
Steve just looks at her. âI am so confused.â
Robin laughs harder. âI know! You got all worried, you did the whole Mama Steve routine, oh my god. Eddie!â She turns to where Eddie and Nancy are still sitting. âYou owe me a joint, asshole! Told you I could do it!â
âTold him you could do what?â Steve says, still feeling like he was missing something.
âGoddammit, Harrington,â Eddie says, eyes gleaming, walking over and handing Robin a joint goodnaturedly. âI bet Robin that she couldnât get you to go full âMama Bear Steveâ on her. I thought it was reserved for just the kids. Clearly,â he gestures to where Steve is still holding one of Robinâs hands in his, âI was wrong.â
Steve turns back to Robin, betrayed. âYou made a bet on me?â
Robin grins toothily back at him. âAnd I won! Weâre platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmates, Steve, I know exactly how you work.â
âOh yeah?â Steve asks, raising one eyebrow. âThen you should know exactly what Iâm going to do next.â
Robin barely has time to look confusedly at Steve in return before heâs latching on to her sides, and holy shit, that tickles. âSteheheheheheve, wahahahit - nononono!â she cries as he squeezes over and over.
âNope. This is exactly what you deserve for making fun of me,â Steve says smugly, spidering his hands up to drill into her ribs.
âPlehehehehease! It was a johohohoke,â Robin giggles.
âYeah, I know. And this is revenge,â Steve says. He carefully pushes Robin down onto her back, making sure her head doesnât hit the ground too hard. Robinâs hands bat uselessly at his own, until he grabs them both and pins them under his knees.
âWait! Wahahait, Haharrington dohohohonât,â giggles pitching up as he lets her ribs go and wiggles his fingers in the air above her tummy.
âDonât what, Buckley? Iâm literally not even doing anything,â Steve says, eyes glinting evilly.
âOooooh, Stevie, I didnât know you could be so mean,â Eddie calls over to them. âItâs kinda doing it for me, not gonna lie.â
âYeah? Well, youâre fucking next, Munson, donât think for a second that Iâve forgotten about you,â Steve says over his shoulder, completely missing the way Eddieâs face turns beet red. Nancy laughs at him.
Tired of teasing his best friend, Steve finally starts actually tickling Robinâs tummy, and she promptly goes ballistic.
âOhohohohOH MY GAHAHAHAD,â she shrieks, pulling desperately at her trapped hands.
âYeah? This a bad spot?â Steve teases.
âYohOHOHOU KNOW IT IS,â Robin manages, tears leaking out of her scrunched-closed eyes. âDiHIHIHIHINGUS!â
âIâm not hearing an apology,â Steve sing-songs, sliding his hands under her loose top and raking his blunt nails over the sides of her tummy.
âIâm sohohohohorry! Ihihihiâm sohohoho fuhuhucking sorry, Steheheheve, plehehease!â Robinâs cackles start to die down as Steve slows his fingers. She takes deep breaths and tries to slow her giggles, relaxing a little, thinking that Steveâs finished his revenge.
âMmm,â Steve hums. âYou know what really, really sucks for you?â he asks, smirking at Robin. He leans down, catches her eye, and says, âThat wasnât even your worst spot,â before darting his hands behind him and squeezing just above her knees.
And Robin. Fucking. Screams.
âJesus H Christ, Buckley, are you actually being murdered?â Eddie says with a smile, but heâs completely drowned out by Robinâs desperate howls.
âAHAHAHAHAHAHA,â she laughs, unable to remember even one of the languages she speaks. âPLEHEAHAHAHAHAHA!â
Steve stops after only a few moments, knowing Robin canât take it when anyone gets her knees. âOkay, okay, breathe, Ro, Iâm done,â he laughs, releasing her arms and pulling her up into his lap for a hug. He gently rubs her back as she comes back down to earth.
âOhohoho my gohohod,â Robin snickers. âI cahahanât⌠That was sohoho mehehean.â She pulls back to look him in the face. âYou are a mehehean person, Steve Haharrington.â
âYeah, yeah, donât act like you didnât deserve every minute,â Steve says, playfully tugging on a strand of her hair. âAlso, of course I would still love you if you were a worm. In case you were actually wondering.â
âWhahatever,â Robin says, exhausted but still pleased at the answer.
âAlso, youâre definitely sharing that joint with me later.â
Steve eases her back down to lay on the towel, then stands up and stretches, cracking his knuckles casually. He eyes a now-nervous looking Eddie Munson hungrily. Eddie swallows.
âNow, Munson,â Steve says, barely keeping a straight face. âAre you going to come get yours and take it like a man, or do I have to come to you?â
A silly grin makes its way unbidden onto Eddieâs face. He considers for a moment, weighing his options. At the end of the day, though, heâs Eddie fucking Munson, and there is one thing he can always be relied upon to do when faced with danger.
He runs.
#tickle fic#stranger things#tickling#ler!steve#lee!robin#I read something like would steve or eddie be the one to ask the worm question#and I couldn't decide so i wrote this instead#nancy is also there#sorry nancy i kind of forgot about you#tickle drabble#eddie munson fluff
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semi-charming â˘Â bill denbrough
(bill denbrough x reader smut)
requested: Do you have any bill denbrough x readerâs that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)  +   AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH   +   donât be shy post the b.d hate smut đđŤđĽ°đ
i havenât posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj
also - i gained a lot of new followers while i was gone and im sure some ppl want to be removed from my taglist SO: i am gonna start a new taglist!!! pls send me a message and let me know if you want to be on it bc after this post im starting fresh !!!!!!!!!
warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,Â
(losers + reader are 19+.)
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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.Â
it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.Â
but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.Â
a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.Â
it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.Â
your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.Â
three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.
"hi.â he said casually, and you could tell he wasnât entirely sober, either.Â
âso what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."Â
you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."Â
then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.Â
"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.Â
"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.Â
"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."Â
your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.Â
"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.Â
you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"Â
you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.Â
but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"Â
that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.Â
but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.Â
your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.Â
you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. youâre mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that youâve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.
itâs nearly one in the morning, and nobodyâs in the hall.Â
but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"Â
his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.Â
"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing itâs you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself itâs fine; you donât like him, either.Â
"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.Â
he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.Â
"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."Â
he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.Â
he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.Â
you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.Â
he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.Â
it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.Â
whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.Â
he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.Â
you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.Â
his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.Â
you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. youâre not sure where this feeling came from.Â
when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."Â
"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."Â
you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.Â
he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.
"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.Â
"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.Â
"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.Â
you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.Â
then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?Â
he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.Â
he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.Â
"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.Â
he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.Â
he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.Â
you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.Â
"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.
"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"Â
you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."Â
you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.Â
and then youâre pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on billâs chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, âquick fucking around, babe.â he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.Â
âshit, bill.â you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.Â
he looks like fucking heaven.
you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.
âfuck, y/n.â he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. heâs soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.
"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.Â
his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.
you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. âi donât,â you whisper, and he hums.Â
your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. âoh, my god,â you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.
your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.Â
he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.Â
"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.Â
"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.Â
your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. âwanna see your f-face when i make you cum.â he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.
 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.Â
you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.Â
he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.Â
you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you canât hold off any longer. âfuck,â you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you canât help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. âso pretty.â he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as youâre moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.Â
âgod, you're such a sweet talker.â he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.Â
"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.Â
you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, ây/n, fuck.â beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.Â
"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.Â
"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.Â
you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.Â
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Hey I saw your post and read your rules. I too am having a bad day and would like to change my mind hehe. Two sides of the same coin. Please take care of yourself and be kind to yourself too :)
Could I please request an AOT headcanon for Eren, Levi, Armin, Bertholdt and Reiner with an s/o from the modern world who is really peaceful and couldn't hurt a fly? Thanks and again, take care :))
Hey love, Iâm sorry youâre having a bad day, I hope everything turns out well! Iâll work on your other ask soon too, I loved the idea! Let me know what you think of this! <3
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Modern AU s/o who is really peaceful and easygoing with: Eren, Levi, Armin, Bertholdt and Reiner.
Eren
â Eren and you met in high school when you broke off a fight between him and your friend, Jean
â after that he pays more attention to you and wonders if itâs all an act
â actually asks you straight up if youâre acting sweet bc thereâs no way youâre this nice
â he asked you out by throwing a basketball that wrote âdate?â on your face
â you didnât even consider getting mad at him for the bloody nose
â youâve been dating for a while and he still hasnât got a reaction from you
â constantly screams at you about how you need to get mad at people who steal your wallet or rip your essays bc âno, theyâre not having a bad day!â
â you calm him down a lot since he basically has no self-control at all and will punch a wall at the slightest obstacle
â if heâs ever mad at you, he canât even have a fight because you refuse to have one
Levi
â even though youâve been dating a while, Levi claims itâs annoying how youâre always so nice to everyone
â the only time you raised your voice at him was when the bleach with which he cleaned the floors burned your eyes
â you apologized to him a thousand times and started crying
â he had to cuddle you for an hour and assure you he didnât mind if you yelled, that itâs only normal
â he actually loves how nice you are, just not when someoneâs flirting with you and you just canât find a way to reject them nicely
â he yells at Hange and Erwin a lot bc they annoy him
â you go up to them when he leaves and explain to them that he didnât mean it and heâs just tired
â Hange will tease him about you two being a literal angel and the devil reincarnated
Armin
â boyfriend whoâs scared of bugs but wants to kill them and partner whoâs also scared of bugs but chases them around the house to put them in a jar
â âthrow your slipper at it!â âarmin no, what if itâs mom is waiting for it at home?â
â armin is also very easygoing usually so you two get along extremely well
â youâd do anything he said and eren would tell him to use it for his advantage, but armin just loves you too much to do something that feels like using you
â you literally wouldnât mind though
â you both want to make each other feel great so your days probably go like
â âhereâs some flowers babe I had to visit ten different stores to find them!â âthanks armin, I made you your favorite cake from scratch even though I have a pile of assignments and I ended up missing two classes!â
Bertholdt
â you two are the same person no kidding
â he might get mad at Reiner sometimes but thatâs about it
â worships you for how sweet and calm you are
â words of affirmation and praises are both of yourâs favorite thing
â âdarling you handled that so wellâ âyou did so good on the exam!â âim so proud of youâ
â he might shed a tear or two as he sees you helping a little kid at the park tie his shoes and then find his mum
â you just didnât have the heart to shoo a sweet, innocent kid away from your one year anniversary date
Reiner
â gets very frustrated at the way you act sometimes
â âwhy are you whispering?â âReiner, Iâm not whispering, this is my normal voiceâ âbut itâs so quietâ
â screams at the tv during a soccer game and then turns to you but you havenât batted an eye
â god knows this man needs a s/o whoâs calm bc heâs not been calm since he was two years old
â you help him with the papers he takes home from work even though you have one hundred more things to do
â reiner loves waking up to see you humming a song and making breakfast, you just look like an angel under the sunlight
â has a theory about how youâre Snow White reincarnated bc animals LOVE you
â youâre just so calm, how can wild animals not come up to you on a walk through the forest?
â âreiner it wonât bite youâ âhoney, its a literal wolfâ âbut it isnât even teething yet!â
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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND ITâS LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER
author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :â( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN Iâ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing đ
word count :: 3.3k
every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe itâs because the day is convenient for you or perhaps itâs because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...
HAHA itâs got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)
today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread
itâs stupid, you know it is but... you think youâve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!
and who is him you may ask?
levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card
levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesnât look like a levi youâd like to think your crush isnât stealing someoneâs identity so you believe that itâs his real name
anxiously fiddling with your basket youâre beginning to think this was a horrible idea
the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although heâs not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred
levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesnât look mad... just bored?
âmaâam. this is an ackermart i donât think itâs appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.â
the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasnât a warning THIS sure was
she stomps off when she realises levi isnât kidding and you think youâd feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it
ânext customer.â levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone
âcash or card?â he asks plainly.
you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with âcashâ
youâre clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you donât hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself
but even then youâre still unsure what it is heâs said????
looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now youâre even more confused
faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak
âum, i guess your hand is nice? itâs pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.â
âi was asking for your cash?â he says and now you look at his palms in mortification
gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money
âoh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? iâm-â
he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. âyouâre not making much sense peaches.â
âpe- peaches??â you repeat. no way youâve heard that correct
levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags
âyou must love em.â
âi, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...â um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?
OH YEAH
âFRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!â you say rather proudly
â...cool. i guess.â levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out
he doesnât seem mad but heâs definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are
hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car
thereâs always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!
okay so.
it is officially next time.
actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home
but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesnât like a good pickup line or two??
the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm arenât too heavy so you arenât too worried about having to wait in the line
for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you donât even exist
you are not casper the ghost
also casper is a little boy and you definitely arenât a little boy
finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but heâs STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.
âcan i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?â the stranger asks suddenly
so thatâs what this is, heâs simply taken an interest in you
my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and youâd rather say no
âoh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!â you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived
âi saw you in the parking lot.â ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking
âcâmon iâm offering to buy your shit too?â
his voice is raising and youâre not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made
the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around
âdo you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? itâs getting dark out.â leviâs comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened
âiâm good :-)â you say shaking a little. youâre unsure if itâs the cold or the fact you still havenât completely calmed down
âyou sure peaches?â
âi havenât bought any peaches this time.â
âyouâre still peaches to me.â your cheeks flush at his confidence
wait, maybe this is your chance. youâre the last person in his line and theyâre closing up for the day so...
âcould you walk me to my car?â
and to your surprise even before you can take back what youâve said levi agrees
it stays like that for a while.
every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together
like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) youâve learnt about his hobbies (heâs a decent cook), youâve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.
to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesnât say a word about it
âis that all youâre checking out?â you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face
looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week
god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge
levi whoâs sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isnât entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you canât really tell
BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you arenât one to give up this easily
for the record you donât harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but heâs either really dense or doesnât care
his expression does you no favours, you canât tell what heâs thinking half the time
âyouâre always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those theyâre no good for you.â
warmth blooms in your chest. heâs just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering
âi- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)â twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck
if anything is a dead give away itâs your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasnât picked up on it
âso you wore purple today?â his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately
âoh yeahhhh-â
âdid i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?â he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile
he looks so ?!|>\âŹ|^ pretty ?!/)/&
wait?? yellow??
âdidnât you say purple?â
âno?â he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit
âmaybe i did but no itâs really yellow.â he says as he hands you your bag
nodding your head you smile âyeahhhh sure it is.â
damn, now youâre going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? thatâs a deal breaker right there??
update
itâs been two weeks!!
and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)
itâs been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going
you donât know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your bossâ children but thatâs what the last week has entailed
being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and youâre ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart
not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest heâs the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! youâll be able to see him today at least
walking in through the entrance youâre met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him
âso you didnât come last week...?â
itâs weird for him to ask that, after all you donât really speak to anyone here apart from levi, youâre surprised youâre enough of a regular to be known by name
âoh i didnât think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what bossâ are like.â groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display
âi didnât notice it. boss man did.â
âboss man?â you ask feeling out of loop
âlevi.â connie answers as he hops into the backroom
????
isnât he just a cashier??
âyou still look confused.â connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringleâs tubes
âleviâs the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.â
at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you
thereâs no way connie is being serious
âgood one.â you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand
âiâm not kidding?â
turning around you give him a skeptical look
he sighs and shakes his head.
âlisten. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when heâll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!â
âwho said i like-â
âanyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.â heâs rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now
âi... did i make it that obvious??â youâre directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can
âyeah. very. at least levi wasnât as bold.â
âi think youâve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesnât like me.â
connie gives you an âare you fucking with me?â look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves
âhe was worried sick when you didnât come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.â
âmaybe iâm just his favourite customer?â
âfavourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.â
playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees heâs fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof
âplease... iâll get free barbecue if i win the bet and iâm kinda broke rn :-(â okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesnât like you then you can move on!!
âiâll think about it.â
before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a âsee you next time!â over your shoulder.
by the time youâve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. youâve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think youâve collected just enough courage to ask for his number
looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. heâs probably going to say no and youâre going to look like a huge loser.
right as youâre about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat
âhi!â you wave at him
â...hey!â he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place
placing your basket in front of him he eyes what youâve got
âhm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.â the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?
his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates
âa gift for a friend? didnât know you had those?â he teases as he scans the barcode
âgift for a crush!â you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card
levi doesnât respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock
âgood luck.â he murmurs under his breath heâs not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes
âyou okay?â you ask worrying about his mood
âyeah, yeah. great.â heâs quieter than usual.
the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you canât tell if this is a good or bad response.
just as heâs about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him
âno i donât need those.â
he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts
âdonât tell me youâre chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.â he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile
there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.
no way.
is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?
taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated
âhe keeps giving me mixed signals.â you say hoping he catches your drift
âgive him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. donât even say anything.â his advice would be great if he werenât the guy you were trying to confess to in real time
nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi
âare you serious?â he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes
great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesnât like you, obviously he doesnât like you, why would he like you?
without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isnât even feasible in your mind
at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???
god, you probably look like a creep
the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you
âplease wait up.â he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief
turning you see him savour the air
is this the part where he confesses he likes you too orâ
âyour receipt you forgot it.â he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm
oh.
fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores
this.
is.
the.
worst.
moment.
of.
your.
life.
âopen it.â he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves donât let you find comfort in it
you grimace as you fold it open, youâre imagining heâs charged you an extra ÂŁ100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if thatâs the case youâll die on the spot
but instead your eyes light up in joy. youâre pleasantly surprised
...
inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline
hello??
HELLO.?.!/)ÂŁ HIS NUMBER???
âif you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.â heâs the one whoâs now scratching at his neck and you find that heâs endearing this way
the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows arenât furrowed as they usually are
you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out
âI WIN!!! HA BBQâS ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.â
you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.
well...
you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??
:-)
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How has this news not ruined your enjoyment with CEC? (/gq)
Animatronics are a big SI for me and I regularly go to CEC, but after hearing this it makes me feel sick. It's completely ruined my enjoyment immediately and I've taken all the CEC stuff off my blog because I can't even bear to look at it.
This is just personal experience, if you don't want to I understand I just want to know how you can manage it because I really hate losing this part of me I've held since childhood...
tbh, working at chuck e, being severely mistreated by them, nd learning how horrible of a corporation they are rly has made me build up a lot of resentment toward them. but tht just makes me wanna speak up, cuz they r not gonna stop till they go bankrupt.
after i quit i had to take a long break. i quit with 0 notice bc they literally broke me. quitting with no notice is something i have never done before, i dont like 2 do that. i had to take 2 weeks off from work after tht because they put me in such a bad mental state
after they mistreated me, i also could barely look at cec stuff because it made me so upset remembering what they did 2 me.,.. and tht something that made me so insanely happy, was ruined by horrible management, ableism and corporate greed. i went from absolutely loving my job and having it b the best part of my day, to throwing up due 2 anxiety before/ during every shift cuz i waz so scared of my manager screaming in my face orr threatening my promotion again, (which i never got btw!! they held a promotion over me for months, had me doing all the responsibilities for it but refused to give me the pay raise they promised me for it.) as well as having multiple anxiety attacks/ having to step outside bc i was bawling cuz of the way they treated us. every. single. shift. the worst part about it was they just took advantage of us, the ones who actually cared about working there. they went easier on us if we didnt like the job, but if they see u will put in the effort, time, commitment, and they wwill use that passion u have to run u into the ground. thatz so wrong to me.
at the samee time, this iz smthn I was already kind of prepared for, i am aware of, having a large corporation as my special interest. ďżźďżźall corporations are evil, they just try 2 hide it. this was sadly going on the whole time. small stuff, or big. the way they advertise things is purposely confusing to try and get more money out of u. stuff like tht is super fucked up 2 me. for example at my location they charge a $2 fee to activate playpasses, which i was encouraged to hide from the customer. i was literally only allowed to tell them if they asked why they are being charged $2 extra. chuck e has been supporting autism speaks for 2 years now. they just deleted our comments last year becausee they dont fucking care about us. all they care about is money.
what makez me happy about chuck e cheese is not going there, or supporting them,, for me itz the characters, music, videos, merch, animatronics and art. all of these things u can access without supprting CEC entertainment..,. theres so many ways to still engage in this interest without supporting chuck e cheese as a corporation. draw art of the characters. watch content through other YT channels, not the official cec one. theres so much fan-created content at this point, that we dont need corporate. the new stuff theyre putting out is mostly garbage in my opinion anyways. im not gonna miss seeing them use the same 2 renders of rockstar chuck over and over lol. i luvv rockstar, but evrrything coming out now just has this vibe of "we slapped this together to trick u and get ur money". theres no effort put into anything. its just whatever is quickest, cheapest and will make them the most money. barbara the barnyard barber? just a song they bought the rights 2 and slapped cec adlibs on top of.
i love chuck e cheese so much that i can never give it up, its my special interest, its one of the only things tht brings me true happiness. u dont have to give it up either. u can still love chuck e and not support the company. i even still go sometimes to film the bots, i just dont buy any games, merch or food. u can go to a chuck e cheese completely 4 free, which is definitely a huge "fuck u" to corporate imo, since all they want is ur money.
tl;dr : u can still lovr chuck e cheese without giving them money/ supporting them. imo its not morally wrong if u r speaking up about the bad they r doing, or at the least, not ignoring it and not pretending they did nothing wrong. u just gotta find alternative ways to engage with the content.
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Innocence lost
!!!Contains nsfw content!!! Please do not read if you do not wish to consume nsfw content!!!
Taglist @randomoutsiders @plzineedhelp ft @quindolyn bc she asked
You walk into the great hall, just wanting to sit and rest for a moment after the long day of classes and mishaps that went along with said classes. Quickly spotting James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all in a rather heated discussion, while shovelling food on to their plates and into their mouths between word and breath.
Furrowing your brow as you wonder what could be the possible cause of the borderline argument. Did Sirius pull another prank gone rogue? After all that was often the cause of some of the more heated conversations the group had.
As you grow closer and closer to said group, you notice they're talking in hushed whispers. As well as the fact that Remus has a deep blush and Sirius has that grin that he always gets when he's talking about moreâŚ..vulgar topics, Peter looking away from the three and focusing on the stone floor. Unable to see James until you're about to sit, his cheeks redder than cherries and glasses a bit steamy. All of them jump slightly when you sit down and start to put food on your own plate, conversation dying out while you eye them suspiciously.
"Talking about me or something? I'd hope not with the way you lot are blushing.â Sirius rolls his eyes before flashing you a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.
"I'd let you make me blush anyday, darling. But m'not quite the one who's the worst, now am I?"
His eyes drift to the right of you, where James sits and has his hands in his lap. Twitching as he fiddled with the rings littering them. He huffs at Sirius's words, blush still bright as ever.
"Right, and what were you all talking about that has you so?" Eyebrow raised as your hand stops mid reach for the piece of bread in front of you.
"N-nothing, nothing at allâŚ." Peter murmurs from across the table, still turned away from everybody.
"Aw, s'not nothin now is it, wormtail? We're talking about sex darling. The feeling of another's skin against your own, the way you both get so sweaty and get a rush unmatched. How it feels to hold someone so close and make such a mess out of them while they're thanking you for it and asking for more, more and more." Sirius closes his eyes with a devilish grin, knowing that he's properly flustered you as well now.
You blink slowly as you start to comprehend the conversation they might have been happening before you say down, not even a noise of acknowledgment leaving you. But before you can get a word in, Sirius cuts in again.
"And I made a marvelous discovery, shocking really-" before he can finish his sentence, James slams his hand on the table while pushing himself up. Grumbling while he gets up and storms off, out of the great hall and to their dorms you can only assume. You huff while turning to watch him, knowing what a temper James has and wondering what in the world could have Sirius done to set it off now.
"Sirius Orion Black, what have you done to the poor boy?" You stare at him, where he sits across the table. Shocked by James's actions.
"More like what hasn't happened to himâŚ" mumbled before he realized it. All you need to know to piece everything together, anger rising in you at the thought of them picking at him for such a simple thing.
Quickly taking a few bites of your own food, you get up just as James did moments ago. Making your way to the Gryffindor common room, you wonder how angry he had to be to make it there in so little time.
As you creep up the stairs, you only hope he'll talk to you. James is easily one of the most stubborn people you can think of and despises being embarrassed in such a way. Slowly stopping in front of the dorm door, you hesitantly raise your hand to gently knock on the thick door.
"James? It's just me, I wanted to check on you," you call out, trying to not disturb anybody else in case there were others in their own dorms.
The bed creaks from behind the door, followed by shuffling footsteps and finally the lock being undone. There's a moment of stillness, neither you nor James making a move to open the door. A soft sigh leaves you as you reach for the handle to let yourself in, peeking into the room before fully entering it.
James sitting on the chest at the end of his bed, eyes focused onto the floor. Never looking up to meet your own. You can feel your heart constrict at the sight, one that's rather rare as much doesn't put James potter in such a mood as apparently the conversation had. Silently shuffling into the room, you shut the door behind you with a soft click before going to sit on the end of the bed.
Seconds pass with no movement, or words. Until James lifts his head and turns to you, face a bit less red then it had been at the table. Feeling his eyes roam your face, searching for something but you can't tell what it is.
"S'not m fault. Kept pushing until jus' came out. Then pads wouldn' stop."
Brows furrowing in confusion at his words, you turn to face him.
"I'm sure it can't be that bad, Siri always makes things seem much more dire then they are. What could be so bad that they've got you this upset?"
"'ve never had sexâŚ..not like there weren't opportunities, jus' never with the right personâŚ"
You wonder if James can hear how fast your heart is racing, hear all the thoughts that are running through your head. 'who does he mean?....me maybe?'
"....and who is the right person?" Your voice wavers and shakes with every word that leaves your mouth.
James opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water for a moment before shutting it completely.
"I-um, wellâŚ..youâŚ." comes out as a soft whisper.
A breath leaves you in shock, and happiness. Thoughts speeding up to a mile a minute, going in every direction possible. Only stopping at the sound of James getting up and standing in front of you, his hands reaching out to gently cup your jaw and lifting it to look up at him. Gently stroking your cheek before leaning down and pressing his warm lips against yours. Softly moving his lips to match your own, wanting nothing more than to feel you completely.
He pulls away with a soft grin, cupping both of your cheeks in his warm hands. You can't help but look up at him with half lidded eyes, the simple kiss enough to spark a need in-between your legs as you place your own hands over his.
"How about IâŚ.help...they'd have nothing laugh about thenâŚ.?"
He bites his lip in thought, before slowly nodding. James leans down once more, one of his hands sliding down to hold the back of your neck. Pressing his lips to yours once more, but with more force and more passion than the last. Moulding themselves to fit perfectly against yours. Only pulling away for a moment of air before diving back in, tugging you closer. You pull away fully after a moment, resting your forehead against his with a soft smile.
"Gonna let me taste you before we have some more fun?" In a teasing lilt, as you grin softly.
James's eyes burst open, searching your face for a hint of a lie that you were joking or messing with him. But finding only a look of want in your eyes and a bit of nervousness etched into your features. He slowly starts to nod while licking his lips, unable to really believe what was going on. That you actually wanted him in the way he's been wanting you for so so long. The thought of if this could have happened sooner crosses his mind but he doesn't pay it any attention, enjoying the fact that it's happening now.
You tug him by his tie down to you, finally pulling him onto you and forcing you to lay back. James catches himself and props up using his elbow, looking down at you with a soft smile. Your free hand finding its way to his soft hair and gripping at the base of his hairline while you lean up to press kisses into his jaw, slowly starting to trail them onto his neck. Barely grazing his skin with your teeth, only enough for him to feel the nip. He lets out a shuddered breath at your teeth on his pulse point, feeling himself harden from the sudden affections.
Letting go of his tie, you run your hands down his chest. His heart drumming against your fingers when you pass over it, continuing to go further down his torso. You can feel the heat radiating off of him even through his clothes. As you slide your hand even further down, finally meeting the edge of his sweater and tug it up. Forcing James to sit back as you pull it off, quickly followed by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
"Lay down f'me? Wanna make you feel good."
He nods before fixing his glasses, laying down next to you on the bed. His bulge even more apparent now that he's laying on his back. You grin whilst getting off of the bed and standing in-between his spread legs.
Hands rubbing his thighs softly, inching closer and closer to the tent in his pants while you lean down to press kisses on his chest. Slowly making your way down to James's stomach and his happy trail. Stopping once you meet the band of his pants, playfully nipping at the skin around it.
"Bloody tease s'what you are," he shakes his head before running a hand through his already messy curls.
"The best are," you press a kiss into his skin before looking up at him with a sweet smile.
Your hands abandon his thighs in favor of unzipping his pants, starting to tug them off. Grateful that he already took his shoes off once he got into the dorm. James lifts his hips, helping you slide them off of his muscular legs. The outline of his member is enough to make you drool and press your thighs together.
"Look at how hard you areâŚ.want me to make it feel better?"
"Yes please, want you so bad m'achin" James nods.
Slowly you start to stroke him over his boxers, eyeing the small wet spot near his head. Not going fast enough or hard enough to give him any real pleasure, just enough to make him even harder and make his tip weep. Thumbing the underside of his cock, feeling the veins even through his boxers. You move down to his tip and lightly suck on it through the fabric, wet spot growing with your spit.
"Fuckin, please, want 'em off," comes out as a breathy whine.
You roll your eyes before pulling away, a string of spit connecting to his boxers. Reaching up to grip the band of them, you snap them against his sensitive skin pulling a yelp from him before tugging them all the way off.
"You're so pretty," comes out before you can stop it, thumb rubbing the deep red tip of his admittedly pretty cock. Thick veins running up the underside of it, slick with his own pre-cum. His tip shining due to the spit and slick.
You lick a stripe up it, following the veins and natural curve. Looking up to see James biting his lip with his eyes screwed shut and chest heaving slightly. Flicking your tongue on the tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently. Slowly taking more and more of his aching member into your mouth, feeling the weight of it on your tongue. You start to hollow your cheeks and slowly bob your head up and down his cock.
"Suck m'cock, take it all in your pretty lil' mouth," he lets out a guttural groan, reaching down to interlock his fingers with your own. Your free hand stroking what you can't take in your mouth, able to feel him throbbing with want and need.
Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you keep pumping him. The soft clicking filling the room as well as James's panting and whines. A thin layer of sweat coating him as he lifts his hips, chasing your hand. Feeling the tension in his belly grow and just wanting it to snap in two, finally being able to cum.
"Please, m'so close," you hear his breathing getting faster, his groans getting louder and whinier. Feeling him twitch in your hand, you pull away with a grin,"No!" James cries out, sitting up with the slightest pout on his lips while panting. His brows furrowed in confusion as to why you stopped right before he came.
"Oh lovie, want you to cum in me. Not in my hand, pretty boy," you crawl to rest on his lap, skirt hiking up on your own. He rests his hands on them, pushing up your skirt even further with every inch he slowly slides his hands up.
"Off, wanna see you," he sounds so needy and desperate, wanting to feel your skin against his own. Tugging at the edge of your skirt before wandering to the buttons on the side, popping them out of place so easily.
You quickly undo your tie, flinging it to an unknown corner to be hunted down later. Slowly you unbutton your shirt, revealing the red lace bra underneath. James's eyes practically bulge out of his head at the sight, letting out a shaky breath and groaning. One hand abandoning your thighs in favor of helping you out of your shirt while he sits up just enough to nip at your bottom lip. You reach back and unclasp the lace lined undergarment, sliding it off.
He starts to pepper kisses down the column of your neck, ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest. Stopping to suck on one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue and looking up at you with wide eyes. His hand drifts to your back, going up to your shoulders and drags his blunt nails down the length of your spine. Sending shivers and another wave of slick to your already flooded panties. Wet enough you're surprised it hasn't leaked onto James's cock.
"Enough, wanna feel you in me now," you tug him off of your chest by a tight grip of his pretty curls, tossing him onto his back and on the bed. Looking into his eyes for a moment, trying to find any hesitation that he didn't want this or you but finding only pure lust.
You lift up your skirt, revealing the red cotton panties and the dark patch your slicks made. Biting your lip as you straddle him on your knees, reaching down to stroke his throbbing member before rubbing his weeping tip along your entrance. Grazing your clit ever so slightly before nudging him between your lips and slowly starting to sink onto him, leaving no gap between your hips.
Sitting still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch and watching James's face at the feeling. His lips hanging open and brows scrunched together at the new but very welcomed feeling.
"S'tight, s'fuckin warm too. Never wanna leave, gonna stay in you f'ever," he groans out, stomach muscles tightening at the thought of having to pull out. He grips your hips, keeping you from moving. Your own hands splay out on his rapidly rising chest, heart thumping against your fingers and only speeding up when you shift.
"Can I move now? Gonna feel even better then, promise," you nod, hoping it'll convince him to loosen his grip even the tiniest bit. James opens his eyes slightly, raking his eyes over your form glistening with sweat. Chest rising with every breath. He licks his lips, wetting them for a moment.
"Y-yes, please," joined with a quick nod.
You start to roll your hips ever so slightly, closing your own eyes at how big you notice James is. The stretch feels so good, nothing like anything you've ever felt before. Gulping down the sounds that try to claw their way out of your throat and mouth, not expecting such subtle motions to pull any sound out of you.
Slowly you start to lift your hips, almost pulling off of his cock all the way before slamming back down and repeating. Speeding up as you dig your nails into James's chest, no doubt to leave marks in the morning. Skin against skin filling the room, as well as the sound of your slick. You begin to bounce on him, needing more. More of James, more of the way his cock is filling you perfectly and ruining you for anybody else. Your walls moulding to him and sucking him in, never wanting to pull away but keep him in your warmth forever.
"So fucking big, feel so good," comes out as a breathless moan, unable to shove your noises down and hide them as you toss your head back. The knot in your stomach tightening, forcing you to clench around his cock. Pulling a stuttered moan from the dark haired boy under you.
Your tits moving in time with your own bounces, jiggling in front of his face. James leans up to capture one of them in his mouth, sucking on it hard enough there will surely be a bruise in the morning. Nibbling on it while you continue to bounce on him. Wanting nothing more than to milk him for everything he's worth, you clench around him again.
Feeling his moan be muffled by your chest and his drool making an even bigger mess than before. You reach down and rub your clit, the knot in your belly tightening until it's about to snap.
"Come on love, wanna make you feel so good and have you cum inside me," your words are enough to send the sensitive boy toppling over the edge, yourself quickly following.
Your moans mixing together just as your slick has. Ropes of warm cum coating your walls, leaking out and down his cock as you slow down until you finally stop. Leaning down as you press your head against his collarbone, heavy pants leaving you.
"O-oh, my god," a breathless chuckle comes from James, paired with a sweet grin and sleepy eyes.
His arms coming to wrap around you, tugging you as close as you can get while pressing a kiss to your sweat slick temple. The room silent but filled with the scent of sex. Both of your chests heaving, as he starts to slowly rub your back.
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HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS
i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didnât have any solid themes or good ideas
SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOUâLL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.
warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot
officer!daichi
we are: vigilante/troublemaker
loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much
nah bro you ainât full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things yâknow like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins
u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace âI LIKE YOUâ like way to go girl
He didnât appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date
but letâs talk about before yall got together
heâd CHASE u thru alleyways when heâd catch you writing âpolice suxâ on the fuckin wall
bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs itâs FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u
HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???
youâd almost always get away by a hair - heâs SO SO close
and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty
and this would continue for a while
but yall have such fun fun banter - youâd tease him and heâd say something back and youâd bolt and heâd chase
some days heâd catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow
heâs having so much fun and doesnât even know it
and then at one point he doesnât even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows itâs bad for business and itâs unprofessional but heâs so attracted to u
he doesnât even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: âoh iâm just asking about her so that i know her motivesâ bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore
and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! heâs more shy around u awww,,,doesnât even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.
yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING
itâs more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost heâs too hot)
he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love
u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses
u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (iâm jk of course...or am i)
u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u
u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street
but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.
unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things
after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)
THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA
but itâs much more complicated than that - itâs either ur the laidback one and heâs the strict one or ur the fiery one and heâs the person like âcalm downâ
PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS heâs trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time
u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass
bro says heâs not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there
even though yall dating he still wonât let u play with his equipment
but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when heâs not looking and prank call the others
and his coworkers know by now theyâre like âoh itâs daichis gfâ and go along with it HAHAHAHA âthis is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.â âroger, but whatâs ligma? over.â â*inhale* LIGMA-â *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*
his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)
the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3
u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and heâs bouncing around asking u personal questions âhow did you date the commander!!! whatâs he like as a bf??â he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera
he does get u a walkie talkie thatâs just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. itâs ur second phone basically that only has his number in it
daichi LOVES it when u massage him after heâs had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,heâs also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333
IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesnât, but heâll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP
bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)
daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR IâLL-
in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY
househusband!oikawa
we are: girlboss sugar mommy
somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife
and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant
IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.
sure, heâs pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time heâs bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it
his specialty is cooking but heâs so lazy heâs all âjust get the maid to do itâ
please give ur workers a raise heâs so demanding
when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.
only reason you bring him is cuz heâs pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long
yall cant even stay for too long - heâll practically drag u out of the building and whining that itâs too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo
heâs not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking
probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so heâs constantly begging u for an extension to the house âplease babe!!! makki has-â âno.â
8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house
he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldnât stop bawling for 15 min
please find him a hobby
crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death itâs over. but heâs got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering
like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said âweâre discussing this when we get home and youâre gonna get your ass beatâ and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies
please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. itâs reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way
does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention
speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back heâll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment
donât bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and heâll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back heâll come crawling back to u. âWHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???â
one time yall got into a fight and he was all like âsince ur being a rude mommy iâll just find someone else !!!â inside u were like âoh god finallyâ but instead u said âokayâ
ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesnât want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and heâs standing by the door ur just like âok bye bitchâ
So heâs trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.
âfine! Iâm leaving now!â âokay.â â...*sniffles*â âtooru, go.â âWAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-â
u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it
tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they donât think heâs cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesnât like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u donât ask for it
Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something heâll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and youâre like âwhere. which store.â
bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldnât EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats heâs been bimbo-ified
beat him with ur gucci belt pls itâs so funny
also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him itâs NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc heâs feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc heâll bitch about it but you need to be firm
but donât worry,,,heâll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)
now he has to ask permission like a good boy. heâll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine
you got a bigass man child iâm sorry maam u shouldâve picked tobio or ushi
ceo!kuroo
we are: secretary
bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours
but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break
one minute heâs all âget these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy youâ and then later heâs all âhey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffeeâ
flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE
but youâre less than impressed bc yâknow when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work heâs ruthless once more
HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when youâre on break though
will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM
heâs got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldnât even dare
RIP janet from accounting
that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again
itâs not even limited to the other employees - heâs not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you
bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention
*picks up phone* âsir?â âah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.â â...with all due respect, itâs 2 am, sir.â
but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz heâs the bank
and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.
once u were out sick and he had the worst management - heâs not used to working without you
def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc heâs worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesnât want to go thru scheduling again
prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while heâs sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention
maybe sometimes heâs secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile
heâll tease u for it of course âoh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?â bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies iâm saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)
sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say itâs highly unprofessional but he says itâs his stress reliever
you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you
he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!
never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you
but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesnât know how it works (hint: manual doors. âwhy isnât it opening on its own?â âsir, thereâs a handle.â âbut?? what does it do??â)
bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because youâre rich doesnât mean iâll- ...wait...how much did you sayâŚ? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES IâLL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH
brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too
no matter how much you insist that youâre ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. âthink of it as a bonus from me.â NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH
BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point âyou have to look presentable for the next focus group so hereâs a nice rolex watchâ âsir, i donât need-â âah ah ah - itâs my treat.â
itâs pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? âif i didnât know any better, secretary, iâd say youâre just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.â âexactly.â âhey!â
yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u
KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u
heâs so silly when heâs drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf
but thatâs only when itâs the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3
also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him
itâs the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333
you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced
HES the one who has a crush on you
you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss
heâll do anything for u but wouldnât ever admit it he simp
offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him
bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WEâRE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-
heâs so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but heâs acting like a schoolgirl in love
probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd
in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank
dog hybrid!bokuto
we are: owner
Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333
OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT
heâs well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then iâm sorry you just lost him
please if a robber came in he wouldnât even attack them heâd just tackle them w hugs
he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!
the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy
HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3
soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob
the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY
he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u
destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and thereâs stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent
tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS
loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua
gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!
ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head
which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other
so now heâs more feisty around him and any other cat thatâd get ur attention
If it was a person, then thatâs another thing. Heâd be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then heâd go ballistic
but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,heâs lost it
u have to lock him in the other room and heâs crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his ownerâs attention !!!
def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back
âGRRRâ âAAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-â âhe don biteâ YES IT DO GET UR-â
doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesnât work. like he tries to do that thing when heâs a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc heâs not smooth
doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it
speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word
SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOUâRE NOT LOOKING
u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? thereâs ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips
big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out
he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud
hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now
we all know heâs not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,heâs somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet
HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away
and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants
he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, theyâre all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him
knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them heâs like a damn pokemon
he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better
he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( heâs so precious
in other words i love doggy bokuto
pirate!ushijima
we are: kidnapped
ah yes weâre are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa
just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all âletâs kidnap a nobleâs kid and get the ransom money!â (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)
thing is, nobodyâs willing to pay (if you arenât a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt
so yeah you arenât going back anytime soon
but heâs a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable
he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333
he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, thereâs suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading
but you definitely shouldnât test him. heâs SUPER scary when it comes down to it
you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea
mf made them walk the plank
you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean
he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure
speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for
âoh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?â âi brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.â *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* âare they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.â âI-â
bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened
hell, even he doesnât know how it happened wtf. âoh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. thatâs all.â wtf
equivalent to dilucâs bird - he didnât even give it a name so he gives u the honors
U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)
oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP
it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333
âwhat the-â âwe need to get you to safety. we are under attack.â and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES
HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT
tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no âshe could hurt herself.â
âbut ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herselfâ â...itâs my orders.â âcâmon, be more honest, ushiwaka! whatâs the real reason?â
he goes quiet then looks at u â...iâll always be there to help. sheâll have me.â AOISHSDHFSNDF
HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY
but the rest of the crew are like âthen whatâs the pointâ
but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe
sorry ur apart of the crew now - but theyâre like a family even if they did kidnap u
oh whatever your life before wasnât as cool as this (no offense)
they are given orders to protect u at all costs
speaking of which - ushi isnât all that great w guns
almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him
he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff
ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-
he finds out youâre pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more
is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??
he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333
no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood câmon man
whenever you have to stay on the ship while heâs away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages
speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away
wakatoshi âswimming is for pussiesâ ushijima - heâs water resistant
bruh so powerful he walks on water
second coming of christ who
IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it
legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle
speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . donât worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous
âJump off the deck and see if heâll catch you!â um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST
heâs got good intentions...i thinkâŚ
but everyone literally knows he would dive after you
in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard
mafia leader!kita
we are: associate from different group/family
kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families
so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit
arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3
nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two
POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho heâs a mafia leader
RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM
he owns the majority of the underground casinos
and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.
you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most
prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune
when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere
u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone
before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didnât like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that
his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u
they canât tease him for it, though, cuz heâd pulverize them
but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you
so they go to inarizakiâs most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou
and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and youâve got LOTS of history
he doesnât dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him
until they bribe him at just the right price
and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy itâs lights out for all three of them
oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much
one time you were kidnapped and held hostage
bro saw red
MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH
he got world record time
wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that
and of course, made sure you were safe.
yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...
is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him youâll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he wonât let it go
âdonât you have to go back to your place?â âthis is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.â aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE
makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster
and itâs not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)
and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY
absolutely DOESNâT care if heâs smuggling jewels from different countries - heâs having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. âthe diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, iâll have it 7 times that size.â
makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style heâll do anything for you
he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS
takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you donât have to worry about work
meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you
heâs a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3
the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...
in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita
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--EXTRA EXTRA!! other charactersâ roles!!--
officer!daichi:
karasuno squadron consists of:
cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama
investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi
surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too
househusband!oikawa:
makki and mattsun are also househusbands
iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-
ceo!kuroo:
lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-
janet still a bitch
kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kurooâs and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings
yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings heâs there
dog hybrid!bokuto:
kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did
kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you donât see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.
hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned
i couldnât decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say heâs ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.
pirate!ushijima:
tendou is practically is right hand man
the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-
BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.
mafia!kita:
the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.
suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and heâs a hacker lol.
aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards
a/n: im going to regret posting this
#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu captains#daichi sawamura#oikawa toru#kuroo tetsuro#kita shinsuke#ushijima wakatoshi#bokuto kotaro#x reader
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