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docholligay · 2 years ago

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Shamash Questions: The last batch (I think)

Tell me if I’m wrong ahaha.

Your favorite bit of writing this year! All three winners got three points, thank you everyone who put in an answer for this, they made me feel good. I know most of you are here for the liveblogging, so it means a lot to me that you read my creative shit also.

The retelling of the Snow Queen. Partly because that was one of my absolute favorite stories as a kid, so I'm generally a sucker for it, but also because I really love your Usagi in it. I know you generally don't love Usagi, but you took her sweetness and sunny, indomitable disposition and it fits so perfectly with that story that I would have thought she was your favorite if I didn't know better. -- Lindsay Thank you! I’m hoping that with the restructuring of my time in January, I can finish the damn thing next year

I believe it’s called Mean Time, but if I have that wrong the one with Tracer’s nightmare of being out of time. The tension as she slowly realizes what’s happening is brilliant and that “only a second even if it lasts for days” before she cuts her throat is just perfect. Also it’s a different mindset then Tracer is usually portrayed in your writing while feeling completely in character. I always appreciate how your characters are continually affected by trauma even as they continue to grow and change. --automatuck9 Thank you so much! I really loved and felt so good about how many people enjoyed that one.

Lena and her little orange door. I love your writing, it makes my energy spike every time, leading me to want to draw at like, the most inconvenient times lmao (work, shopping, funeral, you know.) That piece of writing got into me, and I was so taken with it, I had to immediately get my little phone pen out and start scribbling notes, half not caring if they were legible; I just had to get the damn feelings out!! I love Lena, I love Hana, and the whole scene between them, the bubbly, the ham, the offhanded "congrats! Have a sammy." It was so good, I reread it several times to make sure I'd gotten everything. --Rhio Oh thank you! This was also one of my favorite things I wrote this year, I felt like it really hit that hilaritragic thing that I like to do, and love to hit. I was proud of it. Anyway, Lena’s orange door is one of my beloved little character details, and it’s one of the things I have her family leave, even when someone else moves into the house. it just should be orange!

kvetching:

This is a lovely place, but the bathroom sinks. Don't get me wrong, the style is lovely. Simple, functional, but a little more geometric and appealing than the standard basin. But who makes a sink flat? Sinks needs to be sloped, so the water runs into the drain. It is the reason for the half spherical basin. These sinks are completely flat. The water near the drain, drains. Wonderful. The water in the front corners though? It sits. And any dirt in the sink? It sits too. The sink requires twice as much cleaning as a correctly sloped sink. Three times as much when the cats are sleeping in it. Who's bright idea was this! It makes no sense! -- pounce, 1 point Who the fuck DOES make a flat sink?

Fucking caramel is a curse set upon us by the gods for daring to reach for ambrosia and failing and I am never making it again. (Until 10 years have passed at which point I will have convinced myself that it's not really that bad but, future self, listen to me carefully, look deep into your past self's eyes, you are fucking wrong, it is that bad, and I hate you in advance for what you're about to put us both through.) (I don't consider this petty but I'm currently suffering trauma from making caramel last night and I don't care, I'll take any excuse to talk about how fucking awful caramel is.) -- Geeky (p.s. Thank you so much for your video on the subject. I say down and watched it after our multiple failed attempts and the attempt after was the one that finally worked.) , 2 points And you’re welcome!! I’m so glad it helped.

I just cleaned my shower. This is a task that I, and all humans, must do with frustrating regularity and frequency. And why? This is the portion of my home in which I do my cleanest activities, namely, cleaning my body, an instrument which is generally not particularly dirty. I am not covered in filth or slime; I am not the host of Dirty Jobs, nor do I have one. I don't even have a hobby which places that extra grime upon my person. I shower every day, and the worst thing I am regularly washing down the drain is a build up of dead skin cells and shed or shaved hair. My drain moves water quickly and none sits on the bottom of my shower. And yet? Scummy build up along every flat surface unless I scrub them every few days. The worst offender is of course the floor. This does makes sense in many ways as all water and body runoff must hit the floor and pass over it before reaching the drain. But what is on the floor of the shower which encourages tiny bits of bacteria, skin cells, and soap laden water to remain, unwelcome guests continuing their stay and doing unspeakable things in my space, things which will give birth to those most unholy of demons: soap scum and mildew? Texturing. Yes, the very thing which prevents me from falling in the shower and breaking something embarrassing, is also the thing which brings the most possibility for bacterial growth. Why can we not produce a flooring which prevents both the need to let emergency services see you naked and also does not trap body runoff water? We have sent people to the moon. We have created a device which rewarms McDonald's fries and makes them taste good. Why can we not make maintaining a clean bathroom without constant scrubbing an easy and cheap endeavor? My elbows do not have enough grease to keep this cheap textured lino clean, I am not a thirteen year old boy with constant masturbation muscle in my forearms! -- Lindsay, 3 points. Perfection. Hilarious. No notes.

If Fareeha, Lena, Angela, Hana, or Winston were magical gs (girls/ gorillas) what would their transformation yell be? only 4 of you answered, so you all got a point! (at least)

Fareeha- Combat Armor, Lock On! Hana-MEKA Tokki, Hop In! Angela- Valkyrie Suit, Fly Out! Lena- Chronal accelerata’, Dash Up! Winston- Gorilla Tech, Turn On! All together- Overwatch mechanical G’s, roll out! -- Beefsalad33

Raptora Online! The Cavalry is Here (look I know it's the obvious, easy answer but it's also the correct one so there!)! Let there be mercy (but said in Swedish)! Who's ready for trouble (in Korean)! Science! (Yes I cheated but it's right in my head) --Furi My favorite part about this is that Angela is Swiss, but I canjust imagine her being given this and being too kind to correct someone so she just learns to say it in Swedish

Lena strikes a dramatic pose, signaling to her fellow heroes. It goes quiet, and she turns around to look at her second. "Pssst. Fareeha. That's your cue." "I'm not doing it." "What do you mean you aren't..." "I said I'm not doing it! It's demeaning!" "We can't transform unless you say it!" "Then I guess we'll have to fight monsters with our collection of high powered military hardware!" "You know it doesn't work that way. Now do it, or you'll risk people getting hurt." Fareeha sighed and held her hands up and with a very sarcastic voice said "It's time for hopes and dreams to save the day." Lena smiled as the transformation began. "See? Was that so hard?" Fareeha grumbled. "Gonna see if I can change these words...." --Shavedjudomonkey you got three points for making me literally laugh Aloud with Then I guess we’ll have to fight monsters withour high-powered military hardware”

Winston: By the power of friendship! And science! Hana: Systems, initialize! Game on! Fareeha: Justice... shall be served! Lena: Call sign Tracer, reporting in! Angela: May medicine guide me! -- Seolh

#Eight Days 2022 #Shamash Answers

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realcube · 4 years ago

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀��)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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wordborne · 5 years ago

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Hello there friend, hope it's not too late, but I was thinking maybe 9 on the prompt list with Vergil and reader maybe? 👀

You got it, friend!

Let me preface this by saying that I’d never written any Vergil/Reader content before so…hope I don’t disappoint, lmao.

Prompt 9: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

A small sigh escaped your lips as you stared at the plethora of books thatwere strewn in front of you. Some were so frail and old that it seemed likethey would crumble as soon as you touched them, and some others looked as ifthey’d never been touched at all. In the middle of the mess laid a couple ofsheets of paper with your notes and doodles, one of your many vague attempts tokeep track of all the information you’d come across.

Having Vergil around was both a blessing and a curse. You enjoyed hiscompany, but you couldn’t stand the way he would frown as soon as he came acrossa particularly troubling piece that you had worked so hard on instead of, youknow, explaining what was so wrong with it before giving you that look.

It was all your fault, really. You’d left your mess out in the library oneday and, when you’d come back from the bathroom, the tall man in blue wasthere, shaking his head as he read ‘the atrocities you called research’.

You were rightfully upset and dared him to correct it, if he knew as much ashe claimed he did.

And he delivered.

It took a little convincing, but you, somehow, managed to get him on boardas a consultant for the handbook the National Museum of Demonic Artifactsplanned to release to the public. It was meant to be a helpful little thingthat listed the most common types of lesser demons in order to get people tostay the hell away from them instead of actively trying to approach them. As ifthat could work.

He let out a pensive hum as he read some of your notes, shaking his headslightly as he placed the sheet of paper beside him, far away the rest. Youmerely looked up from your book, paying little attention to it all.

Then he did it again. He let out that same disappointed hum as yet anotherpage was placed in his little corner of ‘rejected ideas’.

He grabbed another one of your notes and, this time, he scoffed.

“Oh, quit it or I’ll bite.” You hissed, snatching the piece of paper fromhis hands and placing it neatly at the bottom of the pile. You were tired andmentally drained from it all. Last thing you needed was Vergil acting like an ass.You knew the information was correct- hell, he had been the one making sure itwas-, so he was poking fun at the small scientific drawings you’d doodled underthe info.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” The cheeky bastard didn't even bother tolook up from the old tome he pretended to read, slim fingers casually turningthe pages.

“You are kidding, right?” All traces of petty rage left your mind at thatstatement, and you realized that he’d won once you let that stupid smile playon your lips. “You’re insane if you think that this,” You motioned to the messbetween you. “Is getting me in the mood.”

“It certainly seemed to work last time.”

“Last time was a mistake.”

“A mistake that you were eager to repeat, if I recall correctly.”

Unbelievable.

“Absolutely not.” You grabbed all your notes and stuffed them all in afolder before they were carelessly tossed into an open drawer. You walkedtowards the door of your office in a huff, determined to leave him there allalone. Still, you paused as soon as your fingers grazed the doorknob, anddecided to peer over your shoulder just to see his reaction. Vergil was staringat you with unmistakable curiosity and amusement, and the smile that you wereworking so hard to hide shamelessly appeared on your face. “I mean, unless youbuy me dinner first. I’m a decent lady, you know?”

“Of course.”

#Devil May Cry #Drabble #Vergil #hope you like it friend!#as you can see i don't even know how to write anything remotely romantic lmaoo #don't judge me too hard #my stuff

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

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good things fall apart

MASTERLIST

(this was so angsty and sad and i was so sad while writing it lmao i hope whoever requested it likes it <3 this was #22)

Word Count: 3,191

Did I say something wrong? Did you hear what I was thinking?

Did I talk way too long when I told you all my feelings that night?

“Is it a ‘dress super fancy’ party or a ‘we’re gonna eat Cheetos on the couch and not care’ party?”

You were standing in front of your bathroom mirror as you stare at yourself. You run a hand through your hair and wait for a response from Ben. You know he had heard you, he must just be lost in thought. That’s something he’s been doing more and more lately - lost in his thoughts. You could tell him something three times and he’ll have to apologize and tell you to repeat yourself again. Something was bugging him and you could tell. You just didn’t want to be too pushy and force him to say something he doesn’t want to, so you ignore his odd behavior and will allow him to come to you in his own time.

You lean your head out of the bathroom and spot him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. He’s doing nothing as he just stares at the wall in front of him. You knit your brows as you watch him for a moment longer before calling his name out once more, causing him to slightly jump. You giggle as he turns around with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face.

“I asked if I should dress up or down for Joe’s party.”

“Oh,” he says fast as he thinks for a moment. “Um, down. He said it’s just laid back with all of his close friends.”

“Ah, so it’s technically not a party, just our usual Friday night.” you tease as you walk back into the bathroom to get ready.

You were waiting for one of Ben’s famous breathy laughs, but it doesn’t come. You focus on making yourself look presentable and when you were finished, it was time to leave. You grab your purse and hold your hand out for Ben to take. He does as you both walk outside and to your car. Ben slides in the driver’s seat and off you are. Joe only lives a few blocks away, so it doesn’t take long until you’re finally there.

The whole car ride was quiet - not a word was spoken. You eagerly jump out of the car when you realize everyone was already here. Ben walks up beside you as you knock on the front door while walking inside. You look forward to the living room as everyone turns to you - smiles on their faces. There was Joe, his girlfriend - Sarah, Lucy, Gwil, and Rami. They all had drinks in their hands as they walk over to greet you. Lucy brings you in for a hug as does Sarah.

“Some kind of party, huh?” you tease looking to Joe.

He just smiles and shrugs as Sarah walks over to him and leans against him before kissing. You look to Ben and lean against him as well, his arm slung over your shoulder.

“Alright,” says Joe as he claps his hands together. “Since everyone’s here, let’s play a game! Pictionary? It’s Sarah’s favorite.” he says looking around.

Everyone nods and makes their way to the living room and divides into groups. The game begins and it has everyone laughing hard by the silly guesses and drawings everyone does. It finally is Joe’s turn as he tries to draw a phrase that’s a question and Sarah has to guess it. The timer is going as he attempts to draw a church. Sarah’s throwing out wild guesses until Joe draws a diamond ring. Sarah’s thinking hard until he draws a stick figure on his knee holding a ring.

“Will you marry me!” Sarah shouts out, super excited that she got the answer.

She turns around jumping up and down before everyone slightly gasps. She looks back to Joe, but has to look down at the ground. He’s on one knee with a tiny box opened revealing a beautiful ring. Sarah gasps and covers her mouth as he speaks.

“Will you marry me?” he whispers.

Of course, she says yes. He gets up fast and slips the ring on her finger before they kiss. Your heart melts at the beautiful moment and you can’t help but shed a few tears. The night carries on as everyone drinks and congrats them on the engagement. You look around to find Ben and finally spot him on the back patio by himself. You smile as you slide the door open and step out with him. He looks back and half smiles when he sees that it’s you. You walk up as he turns to face you. You wrap your arms around his waist and lean up to kiss him.

“I love you.” you whisper.

Ben’s taken aback by that sudden comment as he just stares at you.

“Seeing Joe and Sarah all happy together just makes me realize even more how in love I am with you and how one day I would love to be your wife as well.” you whisper while looking into his eyes.

Ben says nothing as he leans down and kisses you for a moment, but then it’s over. He doesn’t say anything more about what you just spoke. It crushed your heart a bit that he didn’t say anything at all, but you let it slide… Like you do every time.

Is it you? Is it me? Did you find somebody better?

Someone who isn't me, 'cause I know that I was never your type

Never really your type

It was a normal night in your apartment as Ben was over to eat dinner as usual. You were stood in the kitchen as you scroll through your phone in search of restaurants.

“I’m thinking Thai sounds really good. What do you think?” you ask as he enters the kitchen and just stands there.

“I think we should break up.”

Your heart drops and your breathing stops. You don’t think you heard him correctly. You lower your phone and slowly spin around to face him - your eyebrows tensed up.

“W-what?” you whisper.

Ben’s face looks really sad as he stares at you, his shoulders slumped.

“I think… I think we should break up. Something about this relationship hasn’t felt normal in a while. You gotta know what I’m talking about.” he tells you.

“Yeah, I know that you haven’t been acting normal lately! I’ve been perfectly fine, Ben. You’re breaking up with me?” you whisper out loud, still shocked by this conversation.

“I’m sorry. You’re right though. It’s not you, it’s-”

“Me. I know how that one goes. I’ve heard it before.” you say defensively. “Was it something I said or did? Was it because I told you that I loved you? Jesus, Ben. We’ve been dating for a year, I thought it felt right to tell you.”

“It’s…” he sighs. “It’s not that. Or maybe it is. I… I don’t know.”

“Is it somebody else?” you ask quietly, not really wanting an answer.

“What?” he asks, taken aback by your question. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

You just shrug and look back to his eyes.

“It would make sense. It would answer all my questions for why you’ve been so distant lately. I wouldn’t blame you truthfully.” you whisper.

He looks almost hurt as you say that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks upset.

“Look at you, Ben! You can have anyone you want and for some reason, for at least a year, you wanted me and it made no sense as to why someone like you would want someone like me. I should have seen this ending a long time ago, but I just didn’t want to.”

“Why would you say something like that!? What do you mean someone like you?”

“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” you ask as you get choked up with tears. “You said it’s over so it’s over. Right?”

Ben tenses his jaw and takes in a deep breath before nodding his head. You nod yours as well.

“I think you should probably go.” you half whisper, breaking your own heart.

Ben stands there for a second longer before turning and walking away. He slowly makes his way to your front door as you trail behind him. He grabs his jacket from the couch and opens it up as he takes a step out. You go to shut it just as he turns around to look at you.

“Y/n,” he says, but before he can speak any more, you go to shut it.

“Bye, Ben.” you say quietly as you close it in his face.

You lock it fast and lean your back against the door. You grab at your chest with your hand as you allow ugly sobs to escape your mouth. You were trembling as you slide down to the ground and allow every single ounce of pain to hit you like a ton of bricks. If Ben had still been standing outside of the door, he would have heard you. He was… And he did.

Overthinking's got me drinking

Messing with my head, whoa

“It’s been like two weeks since I’ve seen you! Where are you at?” asks Joe over the phone.

You were sat on your kitchen floor with a bottle of liquor in your hand as you drink it straight from the bottle itself. Ever since Ben left you, it felt like the end of the world.

“Home. In my kitchen.” you slur.

“Are you drinking?” he asks worried. “Listen to me, Ben’s an idiot for what he did. Understand? You can’t spiral because of him. I won’t allow it.”

“Joe,” you whisper as fresh tears sting your eyes. “You don’t understand. I didn’t just lose a boyfriend, I lost my best friend too.”

Joe’s speechless by the pain in your voice. You were taking this a lot harder than he thought. It killed him to see you like this.

“Listen, I’m coming over, okay? You don’t need to be by yourself right now.”

“Don’t bother.” you tell him as you try to stand up. “I’m going out anyways. I’m out of alcohol. I’ll talk to you later, Joe.”

Joe’s yelling out for you to not hang up, but you do anyways. And like you said, you were going out. You somehow manage to fix yourself up and get a cab as you slip inside and tell him where to take you. You’re there after a few minutes and hurry inside. Music is blaring as people swarm all over. You walk to the bar and order a drink. You gulp it down and order another. As you’re standing there, a guy walks up and begins talking to you. He’s cute, but he’s not Ben. You start a conversation with him as your eyes scan the club. They stop when you spot a familiar face. Ben.

He’s talking to a beautiful girl as he’s leaned in close and saying something in her ear. Once he’s done, she leans in to tell him something as well. The music was so loud, it was hard to hear anyone in here. Your heart broke as they both laugh together. He looks completely fine - as if you never existed or meant anything to him. That hurt even worse. You’ve been cooped up while sobbing yourself to sleep and he’s been out with women and not having a care in the world.

Tell me what you hate about me

Whatever it is, I'm sorry

I know I can be dramatic

But everybody said we had it

Your eyes land back on the handsome man as he tries to get your attention. He smiles as he leans forward to speak.

“Are you okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

You can’t help but smile back as you wipe away a few tears. You didn’t realize that at that moment, Ben scanned the room and saw you as well with this man. His jaw was tensed as his eyes were set on you.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry! This is so embarrassing.” you tell him with a chuckle.

“No need to apologize! You just look like you could use another drink.”

You thank him as he orders another round.

“If you need to vent, I’m a really great listener.” he says sweetly.

“Well,” you start as you take a breath, not daring to look back at Ben. “I just saw that my ex is here with someone else. We broke up a few weeks ago and I guess it still hurts.”

The man nods and sadly smiles.

“I understand that completely. My ex left me a few months ago and I still can’t stop thinking about her. It’s pathetic, I know.” he laughs.

You smile and shake your head as you’re handed the drink.

“Not pathetic at all actually. You have your heart set on one person and then they crush it. It’s tormenting.”

Ben’s still watching you as the girl is trying to tell him a story about something. He’s nodding and muttering ‘yeah’, ‘oh really’, ‘that’s nice’, but he’s not listening. He watches as the man moves forward and whispers something into your ear, causing you to blush and giggle. He remembers when you use to do that because of him. You look to the man and all you do is slowly nod and stand up while reaching your hand for his.

You take it and turn around as you make your way through the crowd. You’re smiling as you look over and spot Ben’s glare. Your grin drops and you freeze for a moment before looking away and leaving. You didn’t care. Okay, that’s a lie. You cared almost too much, but you were just going to tell yourself you don’t until you actually believed it.

I'm coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart

You both walked out of the clubs door and learned that the man’s name was Josh. You were still holding hands and laughing until someone walks up and says your name. You spin around and there stands Ben with that same girl behind him. She looked so confused as to why they were out here talking to you. Your eyes go wide as you look to Josh fast. He’s staring Ben down intensely.

“Ben?” you ask.

“What are you doing?” he asks fast.

You shake your head and furrow your brows in confusion.

“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m going to get food with Josh.” you say, remembering that you’re still holding his hand. “Why do you care what I’m doing? You left me, it’s none of your business.”

Ben blinks a few times and his eyes are almost sad. The girl walks up and awkwardly smiles to you.

“Ben, are we leaving?” she asks.

The way she says his name makes your skin burn. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair. You hold back tears as you laugh nervously and move closer to Josh.

“That’s what we were trying to do.” you say as you spin back around and let go of a breath you were holding.

Josh looks down to you and can tell how torn apart you were just now. He then slips his hand from yours and places it around your shoulders. You’re shocked for a moment as you look up and smile sweetly to him. Ben watches this and his fists are clenched hard. He turns around and speed walks away, leaving the girl to try to keep up with him.

Tell me what you hate about me

Whatever it is, I'm sorry

I know I can be dramatic

But everybody said we had it

***

6 Months Later

You were in your kitchen as you retrieved dinner from the oven. Your apartment smelled delicious as you wipe your hands off on your apron. You were about to place some dishes on the table when there’s a sudden knock at your door. You jump slightly, not expecting any visitors. You place the dishes down and hurry up to it. You look through the peephole and freeze. You back away and stare at the door for a moment before opening it up.

“Ben?” you ask, beyond surprised.

He looks so beat down as he just smiles.

“Wow,” he whispers. “You look amazing.”

You smile quickly at his compliment before shaking your head.

“What are you doing here? I gave all of your stuff to Joe months ago.” you tell him.

“No, that’s not why I’m here. I just… Y/n, I miss you. So bad. I regret walking out every single day and it’s eating at me. I was in such a horrible mindset and didn’t realize that you were the one for me. I just need you-”

He pauses when he glances down at your hand. He shuts his mouth and looks back to you.

“What’s that?” he asks.

You look down and your heart races. You hold up your ring finger and reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“I’m engaged to Josh.” you tell him.

Ben shakes his head confused.

“It’s only been six months since we’ve split up and you’re already engaged?”

You shrug and smile to him as you play with the ring on your finger.

“Guess he saw my worth unlike some.” you say coldly, causing Ben to look down.

You’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to jump into his arms and tell him that everything’s okay. There will always be a part of you that will love him. He was your first love, but now you’ve found your last.

“Before I messed it up, what we had was good. It could still be good.” he whispers.

You just sigh and cock your head a bit.

“I guess sometimes good things fall apart.” you say softly.

You hear Josh shout something from your bedroom as you turn to listen. You look back to Ben and sadly smile.

“I love you, Ben. There will never be a moment that I won’t love you. You were my best friend, but… But I love myself more.”

All Ben can do is nod and sniffle as he holds back tears.

“I have to go finish dinner.” you tell him. “Hey,” you say before he walks away. “I really do hope you find someone that loves you unconditionally.”

Ben just sadly smiles and half shrugs.

“I did. I was just too blind to see it... I really am happy for you.”

And with that, he smiles once more and walks away as you stare into the apartments hallway. Your heart melted at that statement as you slowly close the door just as Josh walks out. He walks up to you and smiles as he gently leans down for a kiss.

“Who was at the door?” he asks.

You just smile and shake your head as you cup his face and lean closer.

“Just an old friend.”

I'm coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart

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fruitquake · 5 years ago

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Hi so I had this prompt in my head for a while and I was wondering if you could make it come "alive"? One night a very drunk(or tired after the full moon)Remus Lupin says "I love you" to Sirius and then falls asleep(and doesn't remember anything).Sirius is super confused but then after a week of Sirius being awkward around Remus,Remus gets a boyfriend/girlfriend.Sirius is VERY jealous and he confronts Remus about it.They end up kissing or smth.Maybe even smut if you're okay with that lmao

this is so cliché but dang i enjoyed writing it.

(note: there’s no smut, sorry anon)

“Aww, they’re so cute together!”

James was referring to Remus and Mary, his new girlfriend, who were sitting together next to the fireplace.

Sirius didn’t agree, and he didn’t mind voicing his opinion.

“It’s gross,” he said, scowling at the couple, who were huddled so close together they could’ve been one person. “So over-the-fucking-top.”

James shook his head at his best friend’s claim. “They’re not even kissing,” he pointed out.

“They were earlier,” Sirius growled. “And it was disgusting.”

“Oh, come on, Pads.” James chuckled. “You’ll have to admit they make a pretty cute couple!”

Sirius shook his head and scowled. Not wanting to look at the couple anymore, he grabbed the nearest distraction: A potions textbook which he had no interest in actually reading.

It didn’t make sense to Sirius: Why was Remus dating Mary, a girl? Had Sirius misunderstood what Remus had told him that night?

It was about a week ago, the night of one of Gryffindor’s signature parties: the kind of party where everyone got super drunk and stayed up way too late.

“Have you guys seen Remus?” a noticeably drunk James asked, dropping down on the couch next to Sirius and Peter.

Sirius scanned the room for his friend, concern tugging at his chest. Where was Remus?

“I saw him a while ago,” Peter piped up. “He looked like he was headed for the bathroom. Now that I think about it, he’s been in there for a long time…”

“Hm.” James turned his head towards the closed bathroom door, his brows furrowed in what seemed to be concern. “Maybe someone should go check on him,” he said. “If he’s still in there, that is.”

“I’ll do it.” Sirius quickly got to his feet, the need to make sure his friend was alright overruling his drunkenness and somehow sobering him up.

Remus was, as they had expected, still in the bathroom. He was on the floor, bent over the toilet, and he wasn’t looking all too well.

“Moony, are you okay?!” Sirius hurried into the bathroom and knelt down next to Remus. “Did you drink too much?”

Remus groaned and gazed up at Sirius, his usually bright eyes dull. “I guess?” His voice was feeble and his words slurred.

“Do you need to throw up or anything?” Sirius asked, brushing Remus’s curly locks away from his clammy forehead.

Remus shook his head. “I already did,” he mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the toilet. “I think I’ll just-” with a groan, he reached for the sink and tried to hoist himself up. “I’ll just go to bed now.”

Sirius reacted quickly, reaching out to support Remus just as he lost balance. “Hey!” he said. “Careful.”

As the two of them exited the bathroom, Sirius with his arm around Remus, they found James and Peter waiting outside.

“Is he okay?” James asked with visible concern.

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, he’s fine,” he said. “Don’t worry, mate, I’ve got this.”

He helped Remus up the steep stairs and into their dormitory, where he made him get into bed, pulling the covers up around his body.

“It’s nice of you to tuck me into bed,” Remus mumbled, a sleepy grin slowly spreading on his face. “Are you gonna tell me a bedtime story too?”

He looked so beautifully innocent, curled up under the crimson red covers, his soft green eyes gazing up at Sirius, who smiled, heat rising to his cheeks. “If you want me to,” he answered.

Remus chuckled softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “My mum always told me stories before bed,” he mumbled sleepily. “When I was a kid…” He was quiet for a bit. Sirius thought he might’ve fallen asleep, and was about to get up when he spoke again: “I think I love you as much as I love my mum.”

“Huh?” Sirius’ eyes widened as he turned around to look at Remus again.

“It’s a different kind of love, though,” Remus murmured with a soft but sleepy smile.

“What… what do you mean?” Sirius asked, a nervous chuckle escaping him.

Remus seemed to already be half asleep, his breathing heavier, more relaxed, as he, with barely more than a whisper said: “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Sirius had been shocked, to say the least. Confused too, and not quite sure he’d heard correctly, but he hadn’t been able to get another word out of Remus before the werewolf had fallen asleep.

In the past week, he’d felt awkward around Remus, and neither of them had mentioned the conversation, but now, quite suddenly and as though nothing ever happened, Remus was dating Mary. Why?

“Honestly, Padfoot,” James said, bringing Sirius back to the common room. “You’ve been acting really weird all day. Is this about Remus and Mary?”

Sirius wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he didn’t respond and James seemed to take his silence as confirmation.

“Look,” he said. “She’s leaving now.”

Sirius looked up. Mary was in fact leaving, but not before grabbing Remus’ face in both her hands and pressing their lips together a little too passionately. It made Sirius sick to watch.

“I’m not going to get involved in this thing, whatever it is,” James continued. “But I think you should go talk to Remus.”

Talk about what? Sirius thought. Yet he nodded, got up and walked over to where Remus was now sitting alone. They hadn’t talked, not really at least, since the party last week, and the air between them was full of tension as Remus looked up, noticing Sirius coming towards him.

Sirius cleared his throat. “Hey,” he said, shifting uncomfortably and trying not to look at Remus. The image of him and Mary kissing kept playing in his head, more and more upsetting each time.

“Oh, hey.” Although Sirius wasn’t looking at Remus’ face, he recognized the tone: stiff, hesitant, but with pent-up emotion. “So you’re talking to me again, huh?”

Sirius bit down on his lower lip. He sounded… hurt?

“I hadn’t stopped talking to you,” he answered. He heard Remus draw in a breath, undoubtedly about to call Sirius’ bullshit out, but Sirius didn’t let him get in a word, continuing to talk instead: “Let’s go somewhere more… private,” he said.

He finally looked at Remus. He looked surprised but after a moment, he nodded, getting to his feet. “Alright,” he said. “I’m right behind you.”

They left the common room and found an empty classroom. Sirius felt his heartbeat quicken: he was nervous, unsure what he was gonna say to Remus.

However once they were inside the empty classroom, standing face-to-face, the words just rolled right off his tongue, from an unknown place he hadn’t been aware even existed:

“What the fuck, Remus?” The hardness in his own tone startled him, but he kept going: “Can’t you make up your mind? One day you’re telling me you’re fucking in love with me, but then you pretend it never happened and get together with Mary instead! So which one is it, Remus? ‘Cause I’m not going to get my hopes up again if you’re just gonna shatter them. Honestly, it’s like my feelings don’t mean shit to you.”

Remus stared at him blankly, a mix of shock and just utter confusion on his face. “What are you talking about?” he asked, cheeks turning brightly red. “I’ve never said I…” He trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but at Sirius. “I never said I’m in love with you,” he mumbled.

“Wait, you… you don’t remember?” Sirius asked, surprise masking his frustration. Remus had been very drunk, but… did he really not remember? Sirius had walked around for a week now, being able to think about nothing else than that moment, where Remus had told him he loved him, and Remus himself didn’t even remember?

Sirius shook his head. “No,” he said, answering his own question before Remus could. “You’re lying,” he whispered, tears springing to his eyes. “You changed your mind didn’t you?”

“I- what?” Remus laughed in disbelief. “Sirius that’s-”

Sirius continued before Remus could finish his sentence. “You changed your mind about being in love with me,” he repeated. “And since you don’t have a fucking time-turner, you can’t undo it, so instead you pretend it never happened and jump into the lap of the first girl to give you the slightest bit of attention! It’s pathetic, Remus.”

“Don’t bring Mary into this,” Remus warned him, his voice quiet but serious.

“Why the fuck shouldn’t I?” Sirius snapped back, Remus’ calmness only riling him up even further. “Me or Mary, Remus? Which one is it? ‘Cause you’ve been sending really fucking mixed signals!”

“I’ve been sending mixed signals?” Remus scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Sirius, you’ve barely been talking to me this past week! Every time I’ve tried communicating with you, asking you why you aren’t talking to me, you’ve completely brushed me off! Do you have any idea how shitty that made me feel?”

Sirius felt a pang of guilt. He’d never meant to upset Remus, but after the night of the party, he hadn’t known how to act around him. “I need the truth,” he said quietly, heartbeat suddenly quickening again. “Are you in love with me?”

He was taken by great surprise as Remus, quite suddenly, stepped forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a kiss.

“How could I not be in love with you?” Remus asked in a tortured voice as they broke apart, their faces only inches from each other. “I swear, I’ve tried to let it go, and to just get over you because how could you ever love someone like me, but…” He looked up, his soft green eyes staring right into Sirius’ grey ones. “You make it so fucking hard.”

Sirius stared into Remus’ eyes, his mind struggling to make sense of anything that had just happened. “You’re in love with me?” he asked again.

Remus rolled his eyes but seemed unable to repress a smile. “Yes, I am,” he said, cupping Sirius’ face in his hands. “Keep up, Padfoot.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #wolfstar #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #i'm not gonna bother to tag any side characters cause i'm lazy asdfghj #wolfstar fanfic #writing

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lowkey-lokis-bitch · 6 years ago

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my best girl - steve.rogers {smut}

pairing - steve rogers x reader

word count - 1705

a/n - hi! this is smut so go away children. okay, this is the first smut i think i’ve ever written so go easy on me lmao. i recommend reading this whilst listening to some 40′s/50′s music, and if you really want to break your heart, maybe “it’s been a long, long time” <3<3<3 also i’m starting a taglist! so if you wanna be on it or just for specific characters or whatever just send me a message!

warnings - oral (male & female receiving), sex, slight fingering, don’t read if ur a child pls

The soft sound of a vinyl record welcomed you into your apartment. The lights were off as you placed your keys on the table, trying to make the least noise possible. The only hint of life were the footsteps in the kitchen, stepping back and forth. Footsteps you would recognise anywhere. Your body began to shake as you stepped towards the ajar door, pushing it open to see a familiar silhouette facing away from you. A pale blue, checkered shirt and jeans framed his figure perfectly, and his dirty blonde hair sat atop his tired face.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took the sight of him in. He had been away for weeks on a mission, with no idea of when he would return. You had spoken to him briefly on the phone, but it couldn’t be the same as seeing him in person. You took a deep breath before walking towards him slowly, your footsteps almost silent. Upon reaching him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face in between his shoulder blades, just breathing in his scent. Feeling him sent you overboard, tears falling onto your cheeks as you smiled into his back, the world finally seeming at peace.

Steve placed his hands atop yours and waited for a moment, before turning to see your face. He looked down at you, his blue eyes sparkling in the evening light streaming through the window. He tucked a finger underneath your chin, encouraging you to look up at him. Your eyelashes were wet as you peered up at him, his unshaven face smiling back down at you.

“Hey babe,” he spoke, his voice gravelly and intimate.

You smiled up at him, “You’re home.” The sentence was simple, but filled with love. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and you slinked your arms around his neck. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him towards you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met, soft and familiar. You could feel Steve’s eyelashes against your face, and you were sure he could feel the tears which left your eyes. Your lips moved together gracefully, as though you had never been apart. Your hands slid from Steve’s neck across his shoulders and down his chest, as his stroked up and down your hips. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Steve walked you backwards to the island in the centre of the kitchen. When your butt touched it, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you to sit on it. He stood between your legs, still entirely lost in the passion you shared. You tightened your legs around his hips, your feet meeting in the middle as you drew him as close to you as physically possible. Your hands repositioned themselves on his chest before sliding down to the hem of his shirt. Steve pulled away for a second to whip off his shirt, allowing you to admire his chest before he placed his hands on your hips.

“I was away for far too long,” he whispered, groaning at the sight of you still fully clothed. He ran his fingers along the hem of your shirt, and it was gone within a second. You grabbed him by the belt loops and kissed him again, this time filled with lust. You felt his hips grind against yours as he moaned into the kiss, causing you to smirk. His hands trailed from your back to your thighs, his grip tightening as you felt him harder underneath you.

“Are we doing this here, Captain?” you asked, feigning innocence. You knew exactly how the final word would affect Steve, and it proved correct as his eyes just about rolled into the back of his head. Instead of giving you an answer, he reached his hands under your ass and lifted you, pressing kisses to your exposed collarbone. The skin-on-skin contact and the soft bites he left along your skin made your head fall back as you breathed a soft sigh. This. This was the difference between in person and over the phone. Not just the sex, but the connection.

You barely noticed as the record continued to play and transitioned into the next song. It was still an old song, likely from Steve’s original era, but had a much more sultry, sexy feel. Steve placed you down onto the bed, your legs still wrapped around his waist. You rolled your hips into his, eliciting a moan as Steve’s hands roamed to the waistband of your pants. You lifted your body, allowing him to remove your clothing, leaving you almost naked on the bed. Your hands trailed down Steve’s exposed chest, reaching his jeans and unbuttoning them. They slid to the floor with a thud, and Steve was left in only his boxers, which didn’t do a good job of hiding his arousal.

You reached into Steve’s boxers, wrapping your hand lightly around his length. He groaned at the touch before removing his boxers entirely. You began to move your hand, slowly but surely, and he shivered in anticipation. You flipped so that Steve was sat on the bed, with you on your hands and knees before him. You lowered your head to his member, still pumping with your hand. You left a sloppy trail of kisses down his shaft before kissing the tip, drawing out a moan from his lips. You licked up the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth. You moved yourself along him, up and down, moaning and sending vibrations along his shaft, making him call out in pleasure.

As Steve could feel himself rising, he pulled away and spoke, “Your turn, baby.” He lifted you and lay you on the bed before trailing kisses down your chest, your stomach before reaching the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, checking if you were okay. You gave him a nod and he ripped off the layer of lace, admiring you with wide eyes. He had missed this. He kissed down your hips, landing between your thighs. He traced a finger along your folds, and you bit your lip at the familiar feeling. He flicked your clit, sending tremors up your body. You shivered from arousal, rolling your hips to show your weakness. Steve chuckled, a deep sound as you thrived underneath him. “Hold on baby, you know I’m gonna do it well.”

He slipped a single finger into you, drawing out a moan, low and guttural. He used his other hand to lift your leg over his shoulder, giving you a perfect view of his eyes as he looked up at you. Maintaining eye contact, he bent his head down to lick at your clit. The sight was almost too much for you, making you arch your back and bite your lower lip. He added another finger, pulsing in and out of you, curling to hit the best spot. Moans and grunts slipped out from your lips, despite your best efforts to keep them quiet.

“No, darling, I want to hear you,” Steve grumbled, sending vibrations across your body and making your legs shake. You moaned loudly in response, causing Steve to smirk. He went back to work, his licks and nips becoming rougher as you reached your climax. You cried out his name when you came, and Steve rose back up to capture your lips as you rode out your high on his fingers. Your kisses were passionate, fiery.

“Please,” you whimpered, your body still trembling from your orgasm. “Please, fuck me.”

Steve moaned and attacked your neck, sucking and leaving bruises across your chest. You could feel his erection against your thigh, and reached down to stroke it. Steve groaned against your skin and pulled away, looking deep into your eyes.

“You sure you’re good with this?” he asked, and you could see the lust in his eyes.

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more in that moment than to have him.

Carefully, Steve grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on. Aligning himself with you, Steve eased into you, allowing you time to adjust to his size. You reached up to his neck, pulling him down and crashing your lips together. The two of you moved in sync as he grinded further into you, until he bottomed out and pulled away to rock his hips back into you. You moved your hands up and down his back, leaving scratches as he grunted into the crook of your neck. One of his hands was in your hair, tangling and messing it as he lost himself in you entirely. You placed your hands on the small of his back, pressing him further into you. He lifted his head to kiss you, his kisses becoming sloppy as the two of you started to reach your high. He pulled out of you quickly, moving you so you were on top of him.

You angled yourself correctly, and eased yourself down onto him. Your head rolled back as Steve’s large hands were on your waist, gripping you tightly. You rocked your hips back and forward, Steve falling in sync with you. After a few moments, you could feel your orgasm building in your stomach.

“Steve, I-” you moaned, your hair flying around your face.

“I know babe, me too,” he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly.

Your stomach tightened as you let go, and your orgasm roared throughout your body. Steve thrusted one last time before falling back on the bed, sweat beading on his forehead. You rolled over, breathing heavy as you felt Steve’s breath hot on your shoulder. After a moment, you stood and padded to the bathroom. Upon returning, you dove under the covers, where Steve had his arms outstretched for you. He wrapped you in his tight embrace and pressed kisses to your face.

“I missed you Stevie,” you whispered, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“I missed you too, (Y/N). I love you so much,” Steve breathed, loud enough for only you to hear.

“I love you too.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #chris evans #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #loki #bucky #bucky barnes #loki laufeyson #tony stark #iron man #avengers #avengers imagine

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tvntae · 6 years ago

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heartbreak hotel 3

pairing: reader x ceo!jeon jungkook

plot: was sleeping with your boss really such a great idea?

Genre: smut (eventual), angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut? but like poorly written lmao, dirty talk?? talks of anal play???

Your usual morning alarm blast through the silence of your usually quite room. It has you jolting awake, almost wanting to rip your hair out by realizing how much sleep you got. Or better yet, how much rest you missed out on. You tossed and turned all night after Jungkook suddenly showed up to your place. It took fucking forever to finally get him situated on your couch. The amount of walking back and forth between your room and your living area where he was staying nearly killed you. You feet felt swollen, and they ached, your head pounded and you weren’t even the one who spent their night and morning drinking their life away. The asshole also dared to demand he take your bed and you sleep on the couch because he’s your guest. Unwanted guest, you whispered under your breath when he said it. He didn’t hear you, but a part of you really wished he had. You finally reach over for your phone and hit the stop alarm button. You feel like absolute shit once you notice it is only 11 am, which means you just got a total of 3 hours of sleep, no thanks to Jungkook. What the fuck was your life becoming of. You sigh for what feels like the 100th time today, you need a shower and quick. You were quietly hoping, praying that Jungkook had left already and you two could put this whole situation behind you and pretend it never even happened.

You grab some fresh clothes from your laundry basket and head to your bathroom, because yes you are a lazy bitch that never puts her clothes in their respective drawers. You smile when you take a peak in your living room and see Jungkook gone. You almost do a victory dance but decide against it since your head is still throbbing like crazy. You sigh a breath of relief when you notice your bathroom is empty as well. Jungkook must really be gone, thank God. You probably would have actually ripped your hair out if Jungkook was somehow still here, in your home and eating your food. You felt so much more refreshed after your shower. Your ‘nap’ had left you sweaty and sticky since you had begrudgingly given up the only fan you had in your home to Jungkook. He begged for it and as much as you wanted to slap him across his face for disturbing your unbeauty sleep you gave it up to finally sate him.

Once you dry off and change into new clothes, you head to your kitchen to make yourself a late breakfast. You smell an odd burning smell coming from the living room and rush to find out what the hell could possibly be burning. You frantically search around to see what’s burning only to come face to face with the Devil Himself.

“What the hell are you doing? God, it smells horrible in here.” You seethed and pinch the bridge of your nose when Jungkook drops your favorite skillet in the process of turning around. It’s not like you cooked in that skillet or anything, but it was a non-stick and absolutely fucking beautiful, so how dare he drop it? He frowns when he sees you, visibly nervous and now you kind of feel bad for scolding him. He lifts up a plate of mouth-watering looking pancakes and mumbles, “Made ‘I’m sorry’ pancakes.” And now you feel even worse for yelling at him.

The pout that sits on Jungkook’s face when you take your seat at your small kitchen table makes you want to giggle. He looks cute and not like the big mean boss or the drunken frat boy personalities you’ve seen before today. His cheeks are full of pancakes and syrup runs down his chin to slowly drip down to hit the surface of the table where his plate rest. On instinct, you lick your thumb and gather the droplets of syrup from Jungkook’s chin. He smiles brightly at you but, you could see the hesitancy in his face. You internally scream at yourself, now he thinks I’m a fucking weirdo. Jungkook awkwardly coughs and sets his fork down, and you think for a second he was going to get up to leave until he starts to speak.

“So,” he draws out. You set your own fork and knife down, you were in the middle of cutting yourself another small slice of pancake but figured Jungkook was finally going to address the elephant in the room. The big fucking elephant. You give Jungkook your full, undivided attention, “So?” You question him.

“How do you like the pancakes?”

The question was simple enough, yeah, but what about the more critical issues at hand, like you know ‘why are you here, still?’ Maybe that was a bit rude, harsh even, but it’s not like he’s your sugar daddy or something, he’s your boss. Essentially, yes he is paying for your apartment but that’s because he’s your boss, you're his employee. So he doesn’t really get free reign when it comes to your personal belongings and living space. And, God you were praying he didn’t break your skillet.

“Like them, a lot,” you reply after stuffing your face with another big bite. He smiles at that. The two of you sit in unbearable silence, you kind of want to speak first but what exactly would you even say? Jungkook coughs, rather loudly and you drop your fork again, waiting for him to say whatever he needed to get off of his chest.

“I really am sorry you know. About just showing up to crash here, I needed a place to stay, and I thought you and I were close enough of friends that you wouldn’t have... minded. You didn’t mind, right?” He starts to rub the back of his neck slowly, a habit that you noticed he has when he’s nervous or stressed.

Of course, you did mind that Jungkook stayed the night without correctly asking, but you’d be a shitty person to have kicked him out. And besides, he thinks you’re his friend. How horrible of a person would you be if you told him no? He most likely would think you’re a jerk and that’s just something you could not have. You were the type of person who liked to have close relationships with their bosses, and so far Jungkook was opening up to you. Hell, he takes you home from work every day, the least you could do was return some kind of favor.

You shake your head no, and the non-verbal answer seems to appease him, so he continues.

“My fiancé and I sort of got into an argument about something silly, and so I went out for drinks with some buddies of mine and just drove myself here. Probably wasn’t the best of ideas,” he nibbles on his bottom lip, still a little hesitant about telling you what happened, but you made sure to show him you were listening regardless.

“but nonetheless I really appreciate you being patient with me, so that’s why I made these pancakes. Actually, haven’t cooked for myself or anyone else in a while but I decided ‘why not’ ya know? I also noticed you were short on a few ingredients, so I went to pick those up as well. Hope you don’t mind, I kind of went a little overboard. You have shit choices when it comes to grocery shopping.” He smiles so brightly at you that you completely ignore the innuendo and smile back. Am I really that crappy at grocery shopping?

Jungkook stands up to collect the now empty plates, and you silently thank him once he starts to wash them as well. You try to help him, but he shoos you away and says he’s perfectly capable of cleaning dishes that he dirtied by himself.

You flop on your sofa and Jungkook follows you soon after, offering you a glass of iced tea and you joyfully accept it from his hands. Jungkook didn’t say much to you once you started up Netflix and put on a comedy for the two of you to watch. Either he didn’t find it funny at all, or there was just too many thoughts racing through his mind all at once for him to give the movie his full, undivided attention. Nonetheless, the silence was palpable, and he must have noticed it too at some point. He slowly but surely starts to inch his way closer towards your side of the couch and astonishingly you don’t mind the newly added body heat so close to your own. You can see him gulp as if he’s contemplating something fundamental and then he abruptly asks if he could stay another night with you.

He chooses to avoid eye contact, and you figure it’s out of nervousness of being rejected. Jungkook is your boss, and there is and should be a fine line between appropriativeness and unprofessionalism, and you are sure as hell Jungkook is crossing that line. Like, he’s taking a gigantic leap over that line, and it is pretty fucking obvious. But to be honest, you feel sorry for the guy. It’s obvious he’s going through some personal things, and he just needs a shoulder, maybe even someone to listen, and he must think you’re the right person for that. Are you though? You were always bad at sympathy and giving advice and even when you did go out of your comfort zone to help someone they never listened to the help you’d suggest. Yeah, Jungkook’s situation is different, but how would this affect your work life? It was bad enough you had a semi-crush on him, it’s even worse now that he wants to stay another night at your cramped little shitty apartment that probably smells like trash since you hadn’t taken it out in a few days... He looks so timid though, and it makes you want to just roll him up in a burrito blanket and smother him in kisses.

He patiently awaits your answer and when he gets tired of waiting he sighs. “I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I? I should go.” He says, and he sounds so fucking dejected you almost cry, almost. He gets up to leave, but you stop him, your tiny hand holding his much larger one and you can feel his fingers twitch. He wanted to hold your hand much tighter but decides against it, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable in your own home than you probably already were.

“No, you can stay Jungkook,” you rush to tell him. Maybe you should have given it a lot more thought, but you didn’t want to displease him for some odd reason. Besides one more night wouldn’t be that bad, right?

The knocking sounds of your headboard are so prominent throughout the entire room, and you’re sure the neighbors can hear. You don’t understand why Jungkook and your self are being so quiet, but it sends a fire throughout your core and has you silently pleading him to fuck you even harder. His thrust was so slow and saccharine at first, and you felt as if he was torturing you, but soon he too got bored of the vanilla shit and starts to fuck you like he was some wild animal. You were trying your hardest to bite back moans, and you could see the struggle in Jungkook’s face as he did the same as well. He was fucking you so hard, and so thoroughly you were sure you’d pass out from over-exhaustion, but you desperately held on. His kisses went from a light ghost-like breaths to full-on lip biting, teeth clinking, hard kissing, and you loved every second of it. When was the last time someone fucked you this good? All you do know is how great you feel now. You feel so full of him, and just that thought alone has you smiling to yourself.

Jungkook starts his assault on your clit, and you almost scream for more but soon remember that silence is apart of the ‘game.’ You want to moan so bad, tell him how good he’s making you feel but you won’t give him the satisfaction. You can’t let him win.

Jungkook’s breaths get deeper, and he drops lower so his body is flushed up against yours and you know he’s close but hell, so are you. Your long nails dig into his back, and he lets out a low grunt that has your pussy tightening around him even harder.

Essentially, yes you won the game since Jungkook did make a noise, but you weren’t going to ruin such a perfect moment by saying something about it. Your release feels so close and yet so far, and it’s driving you insane. You don’t know exactly what you need, but you need more of it, more of him if that’s even possible.

“Please Jungkook, fuck, please,” you croak out. Jungkook looks at you, his pupils are so large in the dark that his usual soft brown eyes are unrecognizable. For awhile the two of you just stay like that, him rocketing into you, making intense eye contact until he pulls out and flips you over on all fours, your stomach flat against the bed sheet and ass arched high into the sky. He drives himself back into you, and you scream as loud as you can, having finally been able to be as vocal as you like. Jungkook must like the sounds you make because he's picked up an unbelievable speed.

“I’ve wanted to fuck this cunt for so long,” he lowers his chest to your back to whisper in your ear, still keeping the same fast past thrust that has your body hammering against your headboard. “fill you up with my cum for so long,” he’s growling now and you feel so close to cumming. You never took Jungkook for a dirty talker, but the surprise is pleasant. “Have you ever had your ass played with before, baby?”

You look over your shoulder to get a better look at Jungkook, and he seems to be completely enamored by the way your ass shakes every time his hips meet your ass cheeks. When you don’t reply fast enough for him, he slaps your right cheek and smirks, and you feel his dick twitch when you choke back a cry from the harshness of the slap.

“n-no, never,” you stuttered, internally wanting to slap your self for sounding so small. Jungkook hums, “next time I’m gonna fuck your pretty ass, watch it bounce on my dick, you’d like that wouldn’t you, huh?” Jungkook starts to circle your clit again, and you know now any moment you're going to cum, and you pray he is too. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Cum for me y/n, come on,” he cheers you on. And you do. Your body starts to shake from the intensity of your orgasm and then you finally let go. Jungkook follows soon after, cumming inside you and you feel some of it drip from your cunt, making you cringe at the thought of having to wash cum stained bed sheets when morning came. Jungkook softly lays you down, and he hops off the bed to run and fetch you both cold bottles of water. He must be completely confident in his body, as he should be because he foregoes his underwear that lay haphazardly on your floor and walks around with his soft dick swinging.

You thank him for the water and he softly kisses your cheek. You want to be happy about getting the best fuck of your life but why do you suddenly feel so guilty?

Oh yeah, it’s because he’s getting married to 5 months.

#bts #bts au #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts drabble #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts smut angst #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #bts x reader smut #bts x reader angst #bts reactions #bts fic

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thehomierobbstark · 6 years ago

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Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N: Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK Gender: MALE Age: 26 DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1 NON -REACTIVE

HIV TYPE 2 NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1 NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2 NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu. You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch. He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers. Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous. Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair. I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours. For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist. Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it. Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

#lets not drag me for something i can't explain XD XD XD XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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427.

When’s the last time you ran? >> I don’t remember, but it was probably to catch a bus. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? >> No. What are you dreading right now? >> Nothing. Do you celebrate 420? >> No. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep at night? >> Sometimes.

If anyone came to your house on your “lazy day” what would ya’ll do? >> --- Who last grabbed your ass? >> No one grabs my ass. Have you ever been on your school’s track team? >> I ran track for at least a half a year. I don’t actually remember how long I kept it up. Do you own a pair of converse? >> No. I can’t wear shoes without arch support. Do you eat raw cookie dough? >> No. Have you ever kicked a vending machine? >> Not that I can recall. Don’t you hate it when radios ruin good songs by playing them over and over? >> I don’t listen to radio, regardless. Do you watch Trading Spaces? >> No. I heard they brought that show back, though. How do you eat oreos? >> I don’t eat them, usually, but if I did I’d just eat it like any other kind of cookie. Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone? >> Not a long time, I don’t think. Are you cocky? >> I can be. Could you live without a computer? >> Technically, yes, but why would I want to? Do you wear your shoes in the house? >> No. Who or what sleeps with you? >> I sleep alone. At what age did you find out that Santa wasn’t real? >> I never thought he was real in the first place. How many phones are in your house, that includes cell phones? >> Two. What do you do when you’re sad? >> Mope around inworld, I guess. Do you know anyone born in the year 1985? >> Probably. Who would you call first if you won the lottery? >> I wouldn’t call anyone. Winning the lottery isn’t going to make me do anything I normally wouldn’t do, and that includes talking on the phone. lmao. Last time you saw your best friend? >> --- Are you in high school? >> No. What jewelry are you wearing? >> Just piercing jewelry. Is anyone on your bad side now? >> No. When did reality become tv? >> What? What’s the first thing you do when you get online? >> Check Discord. When did Motley Crue become classic rock? >> I don’t know how much time needs to pass before an artist becomes a classic artist, but obviously that amount of time has long passed. When did Ozzy become an actor? >> Apparently, this is a reference to something? I don’t know what it’s referencing, though, so I’ll just move on. Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? >> I was very into it for a while, but recently I’ve gotten bored of it. I’m just not in the mood for that kind of fare right now. How do you most people spell your name? >> I don’t know how most people spell it. They’d better spell it correctly, is all I care about. Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? >> Sure. Where do you work? >> --- What are you doing tomorrow? >> I don’t know what I’ll do in the daytime, but the weekly Cafe Boba meetup is in the evening. Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? >> I don’t know what he’s becoming. Where do you draw the line? >> What line? Favorite name for a girl? >> --- Favorite Boy Name? >> --- Will you keep your last name when you get married? >> Yes. When was the last time you left your house? >> Er... good question. Do you return your cart? >> Yes. Do you have a dishwasher? >> Yes. What noise do you hear? >> Me chewing gum, my typing, the fan in the bathroom. Would you survive in prison? >> I doubt it. Who is the youngest in the family? >> --- Road trip! Who would most likely overpack? >> Definitely not me. Do you know anyone with the same name as you? >> One of my mutuals has a character with the same name as me, lmao. What’s the last thing you purchased? >> Jet’s Pizza. Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? >> --- What brand are your pants right now? >> I don’t know, some small brand. What brand is your digital camera? >> --- Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? >> No. What song best describes your life right now? >> --- Do you watch movies with your parents? >> --- Ever been to Georgia (the state)? >> Through it, but not to it. What irritates you the most? >> *shrug* Are you taking college classes right now? >> No. Do you like sushi? >> Yeah, but not often. Do you get your hair cut every month? >> No. Do you go online everyday? >> Yeah. It’s funny how “going online” used to be a specific activity that you’d sit down at the computer desk and fire up the modem for, but now it’s just... you pick up your phone and boom, you’re online. Really, the only time I’m absolutely not online in any way is when I’m asleep, lmao. Wild.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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botanistlester · 7 years ago

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Sweet Pea (6/?)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: this chapter includes description of violence, such as suffocation. There is also depictions of anxiety and mentions of throwing up. Please be safe! Thank you to @snowbunnylester and @littlelionsloves for betaing this monster for me! The lyrics at the beginning are from the song Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3 lmao (i couldn't resist). Previous | Masterlist

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Chapter Six

Bruises cover your arms, shaking in the fingers with a bottle in your palm.

Friday was a lazy day, one filled with Phil dashing to the toilet and puking his brains out while Nico patted his back and held a cold towel to his neck. He opted out of going to class, knowing that Philosophy would only be filled with him leaving every five seconds to go to the restroom, head pounding as Chandler tried to get some gossip from him.

So they stayed in, wrapped up in their little cocoon, away from the rest of the world. The blinds were drawn, leaving the room in a shroud of darkness, and Phil was holding Nico close, resting his head on his chest, drawing circles into his skin. It was peaceful, Phil’s throbbing headache finally going away as the day passed by. He could stay like this forever, he reckoned.

Besides, staying in when they were both beginning to feel slightly better meant sex. And a lot of it. Thanks to the newness of their sex life, doing anything of the sort was amazing. Nico wasn’t exactly unskilled and he always knew how to make Phil’s toes curl in the best of ways, gripping tight to his waist. Occasionally he would leave fingerprint shaped bruises pressed into his skin, but Phil didn’t mind. He’d always been slightly obsessed with marking, bruising, biting during sex, so it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Hell, it only turned him on even more.

Phil could tell that Nico was falling asleep once again, floating in and out of dreamland, the calm atmosphere making it hard to resist. He could tell he was falling asleep by the way the hand brushing through his hair slowed to a stop, by the way Nico was no longer pressing soft kisses to his forehead and whispering how much he loved Phil or how good it felt to hold Phil like that.

It was nice, more than Phil could have ever asked for.

He laid there for as long as he could before his bladder caught up with him, leaving a terrible feeling in his gut. He groaned, not really wanting to leave his cocoon, but another pang from his abdomen made him untangle from Nico as carefully as possible, not caring that he was just in his boxers as he sprinted out of the room.

“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,” he muttered to himself, hopping around on his feet. When he finally got to the bathroom after his long journey from the bedroom, he almost sobbed in relief while he did his business. Who knew peeing could be such a wonderful thing?

When he stepped out of the bathroom after finishing up and washing his hands with the wonderful (and ironic) sweet pea scented soap, he nearly shat his pants. “Oh, jesus!” he exclaimed, putting his hand over his heart as he regarded the man in front of him.

A quiff of blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and nicely trimmed facial hair; this must be Nico’s flatmate. Even though Phil and Nico had been dating for over a month, Phil still had yet to run into his flatmate. Until now, that is. He was just never home, it seemed, always either at work or off with his mates.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Nico’s flatmate commented. He smiled and it was far too bright. Was this guy a supermodel or what? He stuck his hand out and Phil shook it awkwardly, far too aware that he was almost naked. “I’m Ledjon.”

“Phil.” He offered his own grin, crossing his arms over his chest after he finished their handshake as a way to cover himself a little bit. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

The most noticeable thing about Ledjon was the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Phil didn’t know beforehand just how much he liked it until then. It was just really endearing and warm. “Likewise. Seems like Nico never shuts up about you anymore.”

Phil laughed a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to say but feeling warmth swell in his chest at the words anyway. “Sorry about that.”

Ledjon waved his hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s cute.” His blue eyes felt like they were piercing right through Phil, moving over his naked chest almost like he was checking him out. The only reason Phil felt as though he wasn’t being checked out was because Ledjon didn’t seem interested in the slightest. But what else could he be doing then? It just didn’t make sense and Phil shuffled a bit uncomfortably.

Then, Phil saw Ledjon’s gaze stop at his hips and he glanced down only to feel his entire face heat up. Because on his hips were newly formed bruises from where Nico had gripped him just a bit too hard during sex, of all things.

Phil wanted to die in that moment.

“Oh man,” Ledjon said. An expression flitted across his face - concern - before it was gone in a heartbeat. He let out a little whistle, raising his eyebrow. “Be careful with that guy, okay mate?”

Phil furrowed his eyebrows, confused. “What? What d’ya mean?”

Ledjon shrugged, pressing his lips together. He seemed a bit like he was trying to phrase his next works correctly. Phil didn’t really understand what was happening. Was he dreaming? Was this some weird nightmare from his hangover? “Just… be careful, yeah? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Erm. Alright, then. Thanks,” Phil said, slowly beginning to back away back towards Nico’s room. His head was starting to spin again and he needed to lay down before he threw up. That alcohol must have gotten out of hand last night. “Well, I should be heading back now. It was good to meet you.”

“You too, Phil,” Ledjon replied lightly, almost as if the previous conversation had never happened. Nico had really found himself a strange flatmate.

Phil practically bolted back to Nico’s room. His heart was pounding as if he had just run a marathon, and he catapulted himself into the bed without a care in the world. It jostled Nico awake, who sat up quickly, his eyes wide.

“What the-?!” he exclaimed, his green eyes glossy with sleep, his voice groggy. “Phil? What’s going on?”

Phil bit his lip, sliding under the covers so he could be closer to him. He tangled their feet together and pushed Nico down so he was lying again, that way he could curl up into his chest and pretend he was smaller for just a little while. But then it brought up the question on if Phil should tell Nico about what Ledjon had said. Was it rude to mention?

“I went pee,” Phil told him conversationally, deciding in point five seconds to just tell him. An honest relationship was the best kind of relationship, after all. “While I was in the hallway, I met Ledjon for the first time.”

Nico chuckled and settled in close to Phil, nuzzling his nose into his hair. His breathing tickled Phil’s head a little bit, but he liked it. “That’s good, I’ve been trying to get you two to meet for a while now. What’d he say?”

Shrugging, Phil feigned nonchalance. “Not much.” A pause. “He told me to be careful of you.” At that, Nico seemed to tense up slightly, and Phil turned to look up at his boyfriend, bringing his hand up so he could brush his fingertips across his freckled cheeks. “What did he mean by that? Why would I have to be careful of you? You’re so sweet, it’s not like you’re an asshole.”

The way that Phil’s voice turned slightly whiney at the end made Nico laugh lightly, and Phil felt it as he relaxed slightly. Poor thing was probably worried Phil had stopped liking him after hearing he had to be careful, which was why he had tensed up so much. “You better believe I’m not an asshole, sweet pea,” Nico murmured, leaning forward slightly so he could press a chaste kiss to Phil’s awaiting lips. “Don’t listen to that fucker. He always tries to get the people I like to stop being with me. Something about jealousy, I think.”

“Well that’s not fair. I don’t understand how he could do something like that for no reason.”

Nico shrugged. “Beats me. Hopefully I’ll be able to move in with someone else next year instead.” He then turned onto his side and situated Phil so that he was literally wrapped up in Nico’s arms. It was so comfortable that Phil couldn’t resist closing his eyes, melting into the touch. “Now, enough talk. More sleep. I tired.”

Phil laughed and shook his head as well as he could when in Nico’s arms. “Fine. Love you dearly.”

“Love you too, sweet pea,” Nico murmured, kissing him on the nose.

The rest of the day went by in a blur of warmth and general sleepiness. Phil didn’t throw up again that day, and he couldn’t be more thankful for the way Nico had taken care of him so well. He must be the luckiest man on Earth.

When Phil showed up to work on Saturday, he prayed that Dan wouldn’t show up. While he always appreciated Dan’s company, he also didn’t want to have to face the embarrassment of having to know how he acted towards Dan at the party. He had been completely shitfaced, assaulted him with a hug, and then complained about his boyfriend ditching him. He had made an absolute ass of himself.

The day went slowly, so slowly that he felt as though the night would never end and he would never be able to go home. He kept a careful eye on his tables, making sure that Dan didn’t step into the vicinity. Maybe he’d scared him off so badly that Dan wouldn’t want to step another foot into the store. He could only hope, if only to save himself from the mortification.

But as soon as it reached half four, Phil knew he wasn’t that lucky. Dan walked inside, following the hostess and chattering calmly, completely intrigued by the story she was telling. He seemed completely relaxed, his hands in his pockets, not at all anxious like Phil had been all day. Typical Dan, if Phil was being honest. He was always such a soothing presence.

It took him two minutes of hyping himself up to be able to approach him. He was truly pathetic.

“Dan!” Phil exclaimed, bounding towards the table and messing with his notepad. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel himself getting nervous, his palms sweating even though he knew Dan, and he knew he wouldn’t judge him for being at a party. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed though, knowing that his own customer had seen him make a fool out of himself.

Dan grinned up at him, his dimple caving in on his cheek. It was one of Phil’s favourite things about Dan, because it made him look so young and kind, as if he couldn’t do anyone any harm.

“Hey Phil. How are you doing today?”

He didn’t seem nervous at all, and it melted some of Phil’s own worries away.

Phil shrugged. “I’m here, I suppose,” he joked, looking around the restaurant with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want the usual?”

“You know me so well,” Dan sang, handing Phil his menu. Phil took it, which exposed his wrist to Dan. It was the same wrist Nico had grabbed the other night, so tight that Phil could still remember how his fingers had pressed hard into his skin, so hard that it hurt.

His wrist was still bruise, small blue imprints on his pale skin that had started to fade to a disgusting yellow. Dan’s jaw tightened and he stared at the marks with an unreadable expression on his face. It wasn’t like Nico had done this to him on purpose. He didn’t want Dan to get the wrong idea. They’d both just been very drunk and Nico had accidentally held his wrist a little too hard. That was it. It wasn’t that deep.

“Was that from…?”

“We were drunk,” Phil interjected, giving Dan a fake smile and snatching his wrist away, embarrassed and somehow worried that someone would get the wrong impression about it. “He didn’t realise he was hurting me, and I didn’t realise he was grabbing me that hard,” Phil tried to explain, nervous for some reason.” I’ll go put your order in for you now.”

With that, Phil turned around and fled. His heart was pounding and he was cradling his hand to his chest. It was as if he could feel the ghost of Nico’s fingers around his wrist again, and he didn’t know why he couldn’t just get it out of his head.

He was nervous to go back to Dan’s table. He didn’t want Dan to say anything about it again, but he knew he had to face him eventually. His palms were sweating as he grabbed the strawberry margarita from the bar and the condensation almost made the glass slip out of his hand. A bit of the liquid sloshed over the side, the sugar on the rim dissolving on impact. Phil cursed under his breath.

Dan didn’t bring it up as he set the alcohol on the table. Instead, he grinned up at Phil and said, “Can I have your number?” in the most innocent voice possible.

Phil spluttered a bit, his face going red at the implication, and Dan seemed to realise what had happened because his eyes widened and he shook his head. “I just had a lot of fun hanging out with you at the party. We should do it again, yeah?”

“I don’t like parties,” Phil blurted out, which made Dan’s eyebrows raise. The smile didn’t waver.

“Okay,” Dan said. Phil watched as Dan picked up the margarita and took a sip, his tongue flicking out as he licked the sugar from his lips. “We can hang out with just the two of us, then. No pressure. I’ve been your customer for so long that I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already, to be honest.”

Phil was surprised. Phil barely knew Dan besides what he liked to eat for lunch every Saturday, and yet Dan wanted to hang out with him, wanted to get to know him, said that it was okay if Phil didn’t feel like going to a party with him. It was strange, but Phil couldn’t help but feel touched anyway.

He didn’t get to hang out with friends that much anymore because most of his time was taken up by Nico, so having someone be keen to become his friend was a bit interesting, to say the least.

“Okay,” Phil echoed, nodding. “Okay, yeah.” He took his pen out of his apron pocket and wrote his phone number on one of Dan’s napkins, his hand shaking only slightly.

The smile that adorned Dan’s face was worth it, and Phil couldn’t help but grin back. When he got home that night to a text from Dan, Phil couldn’t even deny that he fell asleep many hours later mid-text about an anime debate with Dan, pleasantly surprised by how well they got on.

Dan Howell - 9:25am G’mornin partner. Howdee do?

Phil Lester - 9:27am Was… was that even english?

Dan Howell - 9:30am Dont question me. I’ll have you know I’m a very smart boye

Phil Lester - 9:30am Yeah, ok. You keep telling yourself that mate

Dan Howell - 9:32am You callin me a liar?

Phil Lester - 9:35am Well I ain’t callin you a truther

Dan Howell - 9:35am Wow… i can’t believe you. Rip @ me

Phil Lester - 9:37am Bet you didn’t know you befriended a savage

Dan Howell - 9:40am Had no idea. Blocked and unfriended

Phil Lester - 9:40am Haha :)

Dan Howell - 9:45am :)

Phil made sure to put his phone on silent before he went over to Nico’s. As much as he adored talking to Dan, he didn’t want to ruin his night by not being able to take his eyes off of his phone. Dan understood, thankfully, just telling him to have fun and to talk to him when he was able to.

He didn’t even have to knock before barging right on into Nico’s apartment. Once again, like deja vu, he nearly ran into Ledjon, who seemed to be on his way out, hand poised in the air where the doorknob had just been.

“Oh!” Ledjon exclaimed, eyes widening, and it was then that Phil noticed something was wrong. Only a few nights ago, when Phil had first met him, he had two beautiful blue eyes that were devoid of any blemishes. Or, more specifically, bruising. Now, his eye was so swollen shut that Phil couldn’t help but gape at him. “It’s you! Sorry, I was just on my way out.”

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as Phil stared at him, and it was the movement that made Phil finally snap out of it. But he couldn’t help asking about it, especially because it looked so painful. “Where in the hell did you get that shiner?” Phil asked, pointing to his eye.

“Oh, erm-.”

Right then, Nico appeared in the hallway. He was grinning brightly at Phil, lighting up the entire room with his ethereal beauty. Phil fell in love all over again. “You asking about his black eye?” Nico asked, laughing and pointing at Ledjon’s appearance. Phil nodded and Ledjon became silent, grimacing but otherwise not saying anything. “Fucker got into a fight after class the other day. Isn’t that wild?”

Phil’s expression moulded into one of shock as he regarded Ledjon, who just chuckled awkwardly and shrugged. “Little asshole was asking for it,” Ledjon muttered, running an exasperated hand through his blonde hair.

Nico chuckled and clapped him on a shoulder in a way that looked like it hurt. “Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

After Ledjon left, Nico turned and held open his arms for Phil to fall into. Which he did, very much grateful.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Phil groaned into Nico’s shoulder, tightening his arms around him as much as he possibly could. Nico just felt so good, all warm and inviting. The way that he held Phil so close to him, petting his hand through his hair, made Phil’s entire body completely relax.

He just felt like home.

It was a lazy day, a date night inside with movies and popcorn and a warm body holding Phil’s. Even though Phil was taller, Nico always insisted on being the big spoon, claiming he liked to hold Phil and feel his body pressed against his chest. It made Phil feel smaller than Nico, but he kind of liked it. But maybe that was just because it was Nico.

They were watching Pan’s Labyrinth, and Phil was completely immersed in the movie. The storyline was absolutely magical, the special effects were absolutely mind blowing. Phil loved the monsters in the movie and the entire fairy tale aura to it. He knew before it ended that it was going to be one of his new favourites.

There was a half eaten bag of popcorn on the ground that Phil dipped his hand into, taking out a few pieces and eating them delicately. He didn’t like buttered popcorn that much, instead preferring kettle corn, but Nico refused to eat kettle corn, so Phil just settled for buttered anyway. The butter stained his fingers and made his mouth feel greasy, but he ignored it because popcorn was the perfect consistency for movies.

Fingers suddenly dug into Phil’s side and he squealed, spilling his handful of popcorn on the floor. He wriggled away from Nico as much as he could and turned his head to glare at him. “Stop, I’m watching the movie,” he complained.

“But, I’m bored,” Nico whined, nuzzling his nose into Phil’s neck and breathing heavily so it tickled the skin there.

Phil batted him away. “I said to stop, Nico. We only have a little bit left and I quite like this movie.”

Nico huffed and backed off, grumbling under his breath about how Phil was being dumb. Phil ignored him, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt that Nico was making this out to be a bigger deal than it actually was. They continued watching for a few minutes and Phil got lost in the scenery again, completely forgetting about everything else.

He was rudely interrupted by Nico suddenly pushing him off the couch, his head banging painfully on the hardwood floor. “Ow! Nico what the fu-?!” he started, but was cut off by Nico falling on top of him. Fingers began to attack his sides once more and he screeched, trying to get away from the offending digits.

His head was absolutely pounding after he knocked it on the floor, but he couldn’t really focus on it when Nico was attacking him like that. So despite the way his head was throbbing, he started to plan how he could get out of this mess. Knowing his attempts were futile, Phil gave up the attempt to get away and started to attack back, digging his fingers into Nico’s armpits and giggling as his boyfriend shrieked.

The movie was temporarily forgotten, but Phil resolved that he would catch up on it later. There was no way he would be able to concentrate when his boyfriend was being so fidgety.

They wrestled for a bit, Nico restraining Phil’s hands by holding his wrists above his head with one hand while the other danced across his stomach. Phil was panting, sweating, his throat hurting from laughing.

“Stop, stop!” Phil gasped out, trying to shove Nico off. He could barely breathe anymore with how hard he was laughing and with Nico’s weight on top of him.

Nico didn’t stop, though, instead grabbing a pillow from the couch. He smacked Phil in the face with it, and Phil spluttered a bit, his eyes wide.

It didn’t hurt really, just took him off guard.

“Nico!” Phil exclaimed, glaring up at him when he hit him once more. He caught sight of Nico’s innocent grin and went to open his mouth to tell him to actually get off of him so he could breathe, but then his words were completely cut off by a pillow being pressed to his face.

It wasn’t like the other two times, where Nico just hit him with it quickly. No, instead, it was held against his face, both of Nico’s hands pressing it against Phil’s nose and mouth. Phil had a moment where his mind went blank, where he couldn’t digest what was happening, and then he tried to take a breath, only to find that he couldn’t.

He let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, but that only seemed to make him lose even more air. He struggled, trying to shove Nico off, but Nico wasn’t budging at all, his body on top of Phil’s completely trapping him in place. It was a horrible feeling, one where Phil kept trying to gasp in air but couldn’t get nearly enough to sustain his lungs. He started to feel dizzy, his chest burning with the desire to breathe, but Nico still wouldn’t get off of him.

Why wasn’t he moving off of him?

Just as Phil thought he was about to pass out, the pillow was removed from his face, and he was finally allowed to gasp in mouthfuls of air. He moved to the side, finally dislodging Nico from his body, and panted into the floor, staring at his boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Nico, what the hell?” Phil whisper-yelled, because he still felt his heart trying to calm down in his chest and his head was a bit fuzzy.

Nico’s eyes were wide and full of concern. He put a hand on Phil’s leg and rubbed soothing circles into his calf. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was hurting you,” Nico whimpered. Phil could hear the guilt in his tone, his eyes downcast and his face full of regret. “I was just joking.”

Phil laid back on the ground and closed his eyes. He kicked the pillow as far away from him as he could, and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his shaking hands and his aching chest.

“Just…” Phil started, swallowing hard and squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel Nico’s touch on his leg and he wanted to scream at him to stop touching him, but he didn’t. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t,” Nico promised. “I love you, sweet pea.” There were lips on Phil’s forehead and he smiled softly at the nickname.

“Love you too.”

Chapter Seven

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boop-bri · 8 years ago

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Too Hot

Written By: Admin Hobicat

Pairing: Jeonghan X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,450

An: It took me forever to write this, but I finally finished it! Jeonghan is a lowkey bias wrecker for me. Jihoon is my man, but like Jeonghan just has something about him that draws you in. He looks so angelic, but I feel like he highkey not that way in bed 👀. It’s just a feeling lmao. I suck at titles btw lol.

Ask box is open!

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“So remind me again why we’re playing this.” Jeonghan smiled at me, moving closer to sit in front of me on the bed.

Earlier while I was cleaning Jeonghan suddenly came to me and mentioned a game Seungcheol had told him about a few days ago. He thought it’d be fun to play to spice things up in bed. At first I brushed it off and told him we didn’t need to play the game, things were already spicy enough in our sex life. He eventually ended up persuading me with his slick words and now here we are.

“Seungcheol said it’s a really fun game so I figured why not. Don’t you want to see which of us has better restraint?” I couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so cute right now with his hair falling into his eyes and a big grin on his face.

“If you really want to play then we can. Tell me the rules again so I know.”

“Its pretty simple. The point of the game is to get each other horny enough where one of us ends up touching the other with their hands. Whoever touches the other first loses.”

“What do I get if I win?” Jeonghan smirked and moved closer.

“Who said you were going to win? I believe I’ll be the winner.” I couldn’t help the scoff that came from my mouth. It was cute to me how he thought he would win.

“Well I am better at restraining myself than you are.” Which was true. Especially all of the times we’d be around the members and he would sneak us off to the bathroom just so he could make out for a minute.

“If I remember correctly weren’t you the one who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves yesterday while we were at dinner with the guys?” I rolled my eyes even though he was right, but since this was a game I intended to win.

“Whatever, are you ready to lose?”

“I think you mean win, but yeah I’m ready. Who’s gonna make the first move?” I pretended to think about it for a few minutes to build up tension before I quickly climbed on top of his lap. Jeonghan tensed at the sudden move, but made no move to grab my waist like I thought he would.

“No fair babe you’re already playing dirty.” One of Jeonghans favorite positions is when I’m on top so it was only smart to use that to my advantage. He must have expected me to make that move which is why he didn’t try to grab me like I expected. Oh well, I have other tactics to use.

Jeonghan didn’t let it phase him. He placed his hands behind his back and moved his head forward till he kissed me. Softly our lips moved against each other and I was already starting to want to touch him. To run my fingers through his soft hair and pull on it like normal. If I planned on winning though I’d have to do better at keeping myself in check than I was now.

As we kissed I licked at his bottom lip asking for entrance to which he denied me. I pulled away, a pout on my face while Jeonghan smirked at me. Feeling a little devious I start softly rocking my hips against his lap. I knew it would begin to get to him eventually if he wasn’t able to grab ahold of my hips. I just hoped he’d cave quick.

Jeonghan closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the feel of my hips rocking against his. I could see his breathing already getting a little heavier and feel his body tensing underneath me. Deciding to pick it up a notch I moved till I was directly over his growing bulge and ground myself on top of him. The sound Jeonghan let out, a mix between a groan and a grunt, made my body shiver and heat up. I always loved the sound of his groans. They never failed to turn me on.

“Fuck, babe do that again.” He said softly, his lip caught between his teeth as he restrained himself from physically making me do it.

I smirked and shook my head at him as a way to tease him. Instead of doing what he said I leaned forward and nipped at his neck. Jeonghan groaned again, a little louder this time. Moving his head to the side he gave me more room to start kissing and suck on his neck. He slowly started rocking his hips up into mine as if to remind me that he wanted me to keep going. It seemed like Jeonghan was quickly becoming more wound up that I was. I began to think it wouldn’t take me long to win this game.

That was until he unexpectedly flipped us using his hips so he was on top and his hands on either side of my face. Jeonghan was breathing heavily, eyes full of lust, as he stared down at me. I was surprised at the quick move and how he managed to do it without even touching me. I felt so beginning to feel so unbearably turned on I was about a few seconds away from giving up.

“It’s my turn to be on top now.” He said with a smirk on his face. I couldn’t help the shiver that went through me. Jeonghans hips began grinding hard into mine while he leaned down to latch his mouth against my neck.

“Jeonghan.” I moaned while he grind against me as if he was already buried deep inside. I knew he was almost at the point of giving up as was I. It never took either of us long to be worked up. It was obvious by the way he was breathing so hard and groaning every few seconds against my neck. I just needed to figure out how to get him to lose first.

“God you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.” If there was one thing that managed to work me up even more it was Jeonghans dirty talk.

“I bet you’re so ready for me. So ready for me to have you screaming my name. Fuck I don’t know how long I can hold off. Just give up (Y/N) so I can make you feel good.” It took so much willpower to not give up right then, but my stubborn side just wouldn’t allow it.

“Touch me Jeonghan. Please.” I don’t know if it was the way my voice trembled as I begged him or the fact that he just couldn’t hold off anymore, but either way once his hands wrapped around my waist I had won the game.

Jeonghan groaned loudly in my ear while his hands rushed to push my shirt up. He didn’t seem to realize I’d have to sit up to get it off all the way. He was too far gone to really think about things. So I decided to help him. Pushing on his chest he sat up far enough for me to sit up as well and pull my shirt over my head along with his, tossing them somewhere to the side.

“L-Looks like you lost.” I said softly. Jeonghans eyes scanned over my body for just a second while I did the same to him before he was pulling me up more and onto his lap. He grunted at my words not even bothering to reply to me.

His hands easily unclasped my bra and tossed it wherever my shirt went. With my bra off he immediately went to work teasing my breast. While his mouth worked on one breast, biting and sucking, his hand went to grab the other breast. His hand and mouth did wonders on me and it wasn’t long before I was starting to moan more.

All I could do was grab onto his hair, pulling it every time his teeth would nip one nipple and his hand would pinch the other. Stopping his ministrations on he began nipping and sucking his way down my body to my lower half. His lips felt hot against my skin, burning me up.

“Fuck I want to taste you so bad.” He said, his voice strained.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I said sensually while spreading my legs open.

Jeonghan wasted no time taking the rest of my clothes off. Quickly stripping me of my shorts along with my soaked panties he tossed them behind him. Setting himself between my legs he groaned at the sight of my wet folds. Leaning down Jeonghan let out another low groan before sucking on my clit and squeezing my thighs.

I expected him to tease me. For him to have me begging for more, but he did exactly the opposite. His tongue flicked my clit multiple times and sucked on it occasionally. I groaned, arching my back, as Jeonghan flicked my clit with his tongue once more then moved his tongue down to dip into my pussy.

My hands grabbed at his hair again, pulling it every time he’d move his tongue a certain way inside of me only to slip it out and start harshly sucking on my clit. Every time I’d pulled his hair Jeonghan couldn’t help but groan making vibrations hit to make me moan louder. The tension in the pit of my stomach was growing tighter and tighter and if he kept this up it wouldn’t be long before I came.

“I’m so close Jeonghan. Don’t stop.” I said breathlessly as I started rocking my hips in time with his licks.

Jeonghan groaned at my movements and opened his mouth wider, his tongue flatting against me to make it easier to fuck myself against his tongue. I was so close to my release. So close I couldn’t even help the loud moans coming from my mouth now. Suddenly Jeonghan stopped causing me to whine. He pulled away from my pussy and sat back to look at me.

“Fuck, why’d you stop? I was so close.” I asked as I sat up to look at him. He smiled at me while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Where’s your vibrator?”

“In the drawer beside my bed like always.” Jeonghan reached over, opening the drawer and pulled out my vibrator that I use for days he’s not around.

“Lay back down closer to the pillow. Oh and let me get one more thing. Close your eyes.” I was beyond curious by this point.

I knew what he had planned for the vibrator since he used it on me a couple times before. He continued to look at me while he waited for me to do what he wanted. Finally giving in I sighed, closing my eyes, and scooting back farther onto the bed. While I laid against the pillow I could hear him rummaging through my drawers as he looked for something. I couldn’t figure out at all what he could be looking for.

“There it is!” After finally finding whatever he was looking for I could hear him shuffle around and the sound of his pants hitting the ground.

“Keep your eyes closed and put your arms above your head. Spread them though.” It suddenly dawned on me then what he wanted to do as the bed dipped besides me.

I could feel the excitement beginning to course through my body at the idea of being tied up. This wasn’t the first time we’d tied each other up during sex. I liked it more than he did though. In the end it usually happened to me more, not that I was complaining. Quickly I spread my arms above my head so he could tie my wrist to the bedpost and waited for his next move.

“I want you to do something for me baby.”

“Sure. Anything. Just touch me please.” Jeonghan let out a breathy grunt before he placed himself between my legs.

“What I want you to do for me is to not cum until I tell you to.” His words are stern, letting me know he was serious.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can’t hold it off. I already won the game why are you treating me like I lost.” I couldn’t help the pout on my face. All I wanted was for him to just fuck me.

“You can do it baby. If you do I promise I’ll fuck you senseless like you want.” A moan spilled from my mouth at his words. He knew exactly how to get me to agree especially when I was turned on.

Jeonghan looked at me as he waited for some kind of response from me. I opened my mouth to answer him when one of his hands began rubbing my thigh while the other lightly stroked the vibrator between my folds to tease me. All my words caught in my throat and my hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

“Shit I’ll try Jeonghan. Just please do something.” He chuckled, licking his lips before he spread my legs more and continued stroking the vibrator between my folds.

It felt like hours went by while he teased me. Every now and then he’d stop and slowly push it into my pussy causing me to whimper then pull it out. The teasing had me squirming and practically begging him to just hurry up the longer it went on.

“Remember baby, don’t cum until I say so.” Jeonghan finally pushed the vibrator into me and I moaned while arching my back. He looked down at my pussy, groaning at the sight of the vibrator fully inside me.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.” The look on his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, made me clench around the vibrator.

Jeonghan grunted before leaning down and sucking on my clit. He squeezed my thighs to keep me still once I started trying to grind against his face. It was impossible to keep myself from moaning at this point. Arching my back, as he started to flick my clit repeatedly with his tongue, I could feel the tension in the pit of my stomach growing stronger and stronger.

“Are you gonna cum baby? I haven’t even turned the vibrator on and you’re already so ready. I bet you want my dick so bad. Do you want me to fill you up?” I was so close to the edge, so close to just letting go that all it took was his dirty talk to get me to fall off the edge.

Shocks racked through my body as Jeonghans name repeatedly spilled out of my mouth. I knew he would be a little disappointed that I didn’t hold it off until he wanted me to. It was just so hard with how worked up I already was. On top of the fact that his mouth always managed to make me cum easily.

I laid there as he worked me through my high just waiting for whatever punishment he had in mind for me. Breaking his little goals he would want me to try during sex managed to make me excited every time though. I’d never admit it to him that I liked his little punishments. It was never anything too crazy and at the end of it all we both got to cum.

“Looks like you weren’t able to hold out like I thought you could. I planned on untieing you if you did what I said, but now I think I’ll just leave that as your punishment.” Looking up at Jeonghan I frowned and opened my mouth to try to change his mind, I wanted to touch him so bad. Before I could even get a word out he cut me off by positioning himself above me, slowly pulling the vibrator out and sitting it somewhere besides us. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist as all thoughts of getting him to change his mind went out the window.

“I finally get to feel you wrapped around me. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I can’t wait to be so deep inside of you.” Jeonghan smirks before he rubs his tip against my entrance, teasing me for the millionth time that night. I was beyond over the teasing.

Just as I was about to beg him yet again to stop teasing he pushes his member completely inside of me in one go. Back arching off the bed at the pleasure that coursed through me he wasted no time in letting me adjust to him, not like I needed to. He pulls all the way out and slams right back into me a deep groan coming from him.

“Shit you’re so warm and tight. You feel amazing around my dick baby.” He said, biting down hard on his lip.

His hips rocked against mine gaining a faster rhythm every time he pushed into me. I moaned his name loudly, hips moving to meet with each of his thrusts. I could feel Jeonghans fingers digging into my skin yet all it did was turn me on more. His thrusts became harder every time I’d whimper his name, his hips roughly rocking back and forth at a fast speed that brought me closer to the edge.

I pulled my arms against the ribbon in a need to pull on his hair. He leaned down to place his head against my neck and suck on the skin. He growled against my neck as I made my walls tighten around his throbbing length in retaliation for not untieing me. His fingers tightened around my waist more as if to tell me to stop.

My moans were feeding his pleasure. Slowing down a little he angled his hips before speeding back up. His thrusts hit that bundle of nerves dead on pushing me so close to the edge but not fully there. I could tell he was getting closer to his release by how sloppy his thrusts were. His release was getting harder to hold back and at this rate I had a feeling he would cum before I did. One of his hands made its way to my clit, rubbing it desperately as a last ditch effort to make me cum first.

Curses left my mouth at the same time Jeonghan groaned loudly. Before I knew it the tightening in my stomach had finally become too much. My toes curled as I screamed his name one last time while my orgasm flowed through me. At the sound of his name he pulled out, jerking himself off until his cum spilled onto my stomach.

“Fuck that was great. I haven’t cum that hard in awhile. I’ll be right back. Let me get something to clean you up.” Jeonghan said while smiling. He moved off the bed, walking out of the room to get a wet towel from the bathroom. As I laid there I felt started feeling beyond tired. My eyes drooping shut every few seconds he was gone.

“Alright I got something. Let me untie you too. Your arms must be so tired. Are you okay (Y/N)? Do you want to take a hot bath?” This was something I absolutely loved about Jeonghan. At the drop of a dime he could become the sweetest, most caring boyfriend. When we would have these times of being rough almost immediately afterwards he was in sweet Jeonghan mode. My heart always swelled at that.

“I’m too sleepy for a bath right now. I just want to cuddle. We can take a bath later.” Jeonghan nodded while untying the ribbons around my wrist. Pulling my arms against my chest I turned onto my side to see him lift my bottom half up to pull the covers down and over us. Once he laid down beside me I snuggled up against his side, letting my head lay against his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist and I pressed a kiss to his chest.

“So what do you think of the game (Y/N)?” I lightly chuckled, moving one of my legs to lay on top of his.

“It was definitely fun, but next time I get to pick the game.” Jeonghan laughed, his chest rumbling against my ear.

“I’m fine with that. Get some sleep baby. You must be tired.” My earlier tired feelings began to swallow me up until I was barely able to stay awake.

“Good night (Y/N). I love you.” That was the last thing I heard before sleep completely took me over.

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theareya · 8 years ago

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even numbers for the gaming asks!

Okay, its been 1000 years since I posted this gaming ask. But here are the answers!!!! I put most under the read more…

2. First game you played?The first game I ever played ever, in thehistory of forever, was Super Mario Bros. at my babysitter’s house, if mymemory serves me correctly

4. Longest consecutive hours you’ve played agame?Ohkay, let’s see. Without eating or bathing,but I did get up briefly to bathroom and drink water, I finished uncharted 1,2, and 3 consecutively in 120 hrs. Needless to say, I never did that again, asthe blood vessels in my eyes popped, I ate two bigmacs after, and my parentsyelled at me. Otherwise, without moving or tending to most of my basic bodilyneeds, 10 hours max as of late.

6. An underrated game from within the last fewyears?I don’t know, I’m probably biased and neverreally look online to see how the game was rated/how it’s doing. Oh! But! Ireally liked Battleborn, which was basically a game that came out like a littlebefore Overwatch? Or near the same time, actually. You also fight in teamsagainst one another with unique character abilities to obtain certainobjectives. Honestly, it is extremely well done and detailed, but very muchfalls in Overwatch’s shadow possibly due to similarity and budget D: 8. The game with the best atmosphere/scenery?I’m biased. I love Bioshock. But I also am ahuge fan of those apocalyptic, dystopia aesthetics. So, essentially, anythingalong the lines of bioshock, Fallout, and Last of us.

10. Prefer PC or console?I’ve always played on console. And I’m so bad atPC. You would think it’s a bit easier to aim a cursor to shoot at something,but I’m particularly bad at that.

12. Most bizarre game you’ve ever played?Most games are pretty… bizarre. Most of theactual weird ones I’ve only seen online on those “top ten weirdest video games”but maybe Katamari? There are definitely weirder ones… The Nightmare Within wasalso… strange. I don’t actually know what counts as bizarre anymore in thegaming world. Shrek party…

14. Do you watch playthroughs online?Sometimes, yes! If I know I am never going toget the game. For example, an xbox exclusive (I do not have an xbox) or if Ialready played the game and want to see others suffer, lmao. Or if I like thestreamer.

16. The best year in gaming you’ve experienced?… I don’t remember. I’m going to say 2011.

18. Worst game you’ve played?There are probably worse games, but I’ll go withthe most recent one I’ve played, which was Bound by Flame. It was kind of thisunfortunate mix of—attempt at—Dark Souls, Dragon Age, and other medieval games.Some parts of the gameplay were unnecessarily hard for kicks, with no way toovercome the boss aside from chipping away at the health by throwing a rock atit, while your single dead companion lay sprawled in the middle of the fieldten seconds into the fight. And of the one and a half romance options pergender you were allowed, none of them were very enticing. Spoiler** I overcamethe end fight by purchasing 10,000 potions to fight the dragon. I made itthrough just fine, only after using 600 potions. Strategy was little help, butheyo I made it through. 20. Favorite publisher and/or developer?…Sony? I don’t know… I’m terrible at thesequestions.

22. If you could turn one game into movie, whichwould it be?You know I don’t know, since any game thatturns into a movie makes me want to cry bitter tears of hate. I’m looking atresident evil specifically. But if I could turn Bioshock into a really goodmovie with the proper actors/actresses, storyline, extras, atmosphere, then …yeah.

24. Ever cried because of a video game? Whichone(s)?…Too many. Nothing gets me more invested andemotional than a videogame. I guess the only one that has made me actually cryvisible tears is Journey. The ending overwhelmed me in an inexplicable way.

26. How often do you play online? Co-op?Relatively often now, especially withOverwatch, and the fact that a lot of my friends have Overwatch as well. So,like, every other day, if not daily. Otherwise, I love co-oping with a friend mostlybecause the AI that they give to work with you tends to … suck butts. Lookingat Resident Evil… again.

28. Who got YOU into gaming?My babysitter. Haahaa. I used to hang out ather house all the time and I’d watch her play all sorts of games. She’s alsothe one who gifted me my purple game boy color :’D30. On average, how long does it take you in thecharacter creation screen?Could be up to an hour. But at least 30minutes. It depends on if I know what I want.

32. Do you cosplay?I do! But I’ve actually only cosplayed animethings. Most of the video game stuff I would like to cosplay is too hard and/orI wouldn’t do it justice. Also I’ve been parts of group cosplays generally, sowe gotta find a good match.

34. Favorite male npc?For some unknown reason, the only personpopping into my head right now is erandur, the dark elf companion, from skyrim.Like… he’s not my favorite npc, but…my mind is drawing a complete blank. And isjust repeating that name over and over in my head. Oh boy

36. Best antagonist?Albert Wesker. …Spoiler??** Look… if you gottathrow him in a volcano to get rid of him after 200 tries of “just survive longenough” fights, he’s pretty good to me. Please let him die.

38. Have you tried a game, hated it, then triedagain, and loved it?N….no? There are some games where I getfrustrated, then invite a friend to play, who is extremely over-leveled, andthen they help me… live. Does that count?40. Favorite voice actor?Okay, I love Troy Baker. How can one person beso gosh darn versatile?? For anyone who doesn’t know (I doubt that) He voicesJoel from TLOU, Booker from Bioshock, Sam Drake from Uncharted, to name theones that pop into my head. And he does like a million other voices, and sings,and is just very excellent overall.

42. A game you will never forget (in a bad ORgood way)?Resident Evil 5 in the respect that I justplayed it during a very happy time in my life with one of my friends. And itwas also when I learned that I really love co-op, as well it was a supertreasured bonding time with that friend. We legit screamed so obnoxiouslythroughout the whole thing, apologized profusely, yelled for help. Like thatgame brought out our full range of emotion while playing.

44. Do graphics matter?Not necessarily. They add a nice kick, butthere are quite a few games I can think of where the gameplay and story aremore prominent. Storyline is generally always the main thing I look for first.Storyline and characters. 46. Always, sometimes, or never use subtitles?ALWAYS. Even for NPCs. Like the setting thatsays “ALL SUBTITLES” one of the reasons is because it alerts me to enemiessometimes too as they whisper in the distance. Which is the closest thing to awarning from jump scares that I’m going to get.

48. A game you’ve always wanted to play but havenever gotten to it?Um. I’ve actually been pretty aggressive ingetting my grubby hands on the games that I want. EXCEPT. Nearly everythingthat came out after Kingdom Hearts: Chain of memories?? Like 2.3, 2.4, 2.5, 5 ½,365/3 days idk there were too many?? AndI basically had almost every console except the PSP so I just kind of gave up??

50. How many games do you own?…uh… too many?? At least 200 if you total allof them from the dawn of my first game boy color.52. A game you will always stand behind, andsupport no matter what?..Fable. OKAY So, even though the game, alongwith the game company crashed and burned, I really loved that first game??Along with The Lost Chapters. I essentially based the experiences I had withFable 2, 3, Journey on how good the first game was. If I were to make someoneplay it now, they would probably think it’s pretty dumb, but I thought it was acleverly made game…54. A sequel you really want?… lmao Fable. AND/OR The Wolf Among us, becausethat’s been sitting there for far too long.56. Do you tell people irl that you play videogames?Yeah. If it comes up in the conversation. Or if…they have merchandise that I want.

58. Ever have someone walk in on a sex scenebetween you and you LI?N…o…60. The game you are best at?I know Bioshock inside and out… I don’t knowwhy I’ve played it so much, it’s a very linear game, but wuh. Also weirdly, I’mvery good at Sonic Adventure 2 Battle. And the only reason I’m obnoxiously goodat that game is because of the Chaos. I love those ridiculous little things andwould do anything to make sure they’re happy and healthy. And in order to dothat I had to play each stage multiple times to get the right power-ups andanimals to feed the Chaos…. There was a whole garden. And god.

62. Would you want to work with video games whenyou are older?I feel like if I start working with it I’llstart disliking it very much, unless I literally work as a tester… that getspaid a decent amount. Like seriously, walk in, sit down, play for… hours uponhours. Otherwise, I do not have the creativity or skill. lmao.

64. Describe your favorite video game using onlythree words?Underwater death city.

66. Game with the yummiest looking food?Final Fantasy XV. Okay, so I haven’t finishedthe game. I’m really not even that far into it, like… at all. I just saw thefood and got hungry. It’s so realistic and pretty.

68. An older game that you’ve just recentlygotten into?I guess… Fallout New Vegas was pretty old, butthen my friend bought it for me on sale, and I tried it out and it was supergood??? And now I’m really into the Fallout series.

70. Do you play any mobile games?I.. play Fire Emblem Heroes, and a variety ofother mobile games like.. Notice me Senpai, Zen Koi, Mystic Messenger, uhhh…whatever is recommended sometimes. .

72. Have any guilty pleasure games?Not really. I’m pretty prideful in every game Iplay, including my otome games.74. Which game has the best lore?…Once…. Again, BIOSHOCK. Idk there are just somany little things in the city that you can find that point to the history ofthe residents, and what happened to them. There are those audio messages and littlesecrets that everybody has in the city, leading to its fall. I just love it somuch. Skyrim is a close second, to be fair. It’s more immersive and I canroleplay more on there.

#augustussinclair #asks #ask #yay

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pixiedst · 8 years ago

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I’m Here // Jeon Jungkook

Genre: High School AU

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warning: Mention of panic/anxiety attacks

Summary: The reader gets a panic attack, and the new student Jungkook just so happens to be there to help them.

A/N: This is my first Tumblr post as a (sort of) writer lmao

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Your eyes look away from Mrs. Song, your algebra teacher, who stands in front of the white board as she explains the equations that she has written just a few moments ago, and you instead look at the clock above the door that ticks ever so quickly. Anticipation rises in your chest as you remember the presentation you’re supposed to be doing in the next period you have, which is biology, a subject you have always had a very difficult time on. As much as you also don’t like algebra, you would prefer to stay here and deal with this forever rather than pretend to know what you’re talking about in your next class, which you don’t.

Heaving a sigh, you take your eyes off the clock and move them to the empty page on your notebook that you should be writing notes on. You pick up the pen that has been sitting patiently on your desk and begin drawing little doodles all around the page.

“Yes, Jeon…” Mrs. Song says, interrupting her lesson to answer one of the students who has risen their hand.

You look up from your newly filled page and over to the student. He replies, “Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Right, yes. Do you have a question?” Mrs. Song asks.

The boy shakes his head, his bowl style haircut bouncing along. “I’m getting a really bad stomachache. Can I go to the nurse’s office?”

Sighing, your teacher says, “If I remember correctly, your grades in your last school weren't the best, especially in algebra.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything in return and waits for him to be allowed to leave the classroom. “Yes, you can go.”

Without hesitation, he leaves the classroom with a small smile on his face, which is well hidden from the teacher as he bows his head. Mrs. Song goes on with the lesson, and you then go back to your doodling. Suddenly, you get the idea of studying your biology notes, just to prepare yourself a little bit for your next class. You bend down to your backpack on the floor and pull the zipper, opening it just a bit, enough for you to get your notebook. You place the notebook on your desk and begin flipping through the pages quietly so the teacher doesn't notice.

As you skim through your notes, you realize there are a few parts missing from the slideshow presentation you prepared that are in your notes. Naturally, if something is missing from the slideshow, then you must mention it somehow. That’s not usually a big deal, except for the fact that you have absolutely no idea what your notes are about, so there is no way for you to explain any of this.

It doesn’t take you a moment to realize that your breathing has become a little more difficult to stabilize. Without even feeling your pulse, you can feel your heart pound against your now heavy chest a little faster than normal. You begin to feel lightheaded, and you know what all of this adds up to; a panic attack.

Quickly, you push your seat back and stand up, causing every single one of your classmates, including your teacher, to look at you. Normally, you would be embarrassed in a situation where all eyes are on you, but right now, that is the least of your problems.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]. Is everything alright?” Mrs. Song asks.

You attempt to take in a real and proper breath but fail to do so and look at your teacher. “I need… I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Is it an emergency?” is the response you get, which only adds weight onto your chest.

You look at your algebra teacher and give her a glare, not even caring that you might get in trouble for ‘disrespecting’ her. “Pretty sure, yeah.”

Without bothering to know whether she let you go or not, you walk out of the classroom. Once you step into the hallway, your begin to hunt down for the bathroom, which you have no idea the location of. You know the school like the back of your hand, but for some reason, at this moment, it’s like you’re a completely new student, unaware of their surroundings.

As you stumble around the hallways, holding onto the walls for support, you begin to remember where the closest bathroom is located. Realizing you walked away from the restroom rather than towards it, your begin to turn around, which only makes everything worse. With your breathing like this, you feel lightheaded and can’t think properly. The only thoughts that cloud your mind are your chances of humiliation in your next class.

The walls around you suddenly grow taller, and all the bulletin boards and posters rise up. This is when you realize you’re falling. Just before you hit the white tiled floor, a pair of arms keep you from collapsing completely. You blink a few times, unsure of what just happened and look up. You take in a breath, only to let another one immediately. Your breathing is still not in tact.

“You’re… you’re that new kid,” you breathe out.

He helps you stand up, and lets you use his arms for support. “That is literally the least important thing right now.” he pauses. “Are you okay? Why are you breathing like that? You look really pale.”

“Ever heard of a panic attack?” you say.

“Is it my fault I’d never seen one before? I’m trying to help you, so you might as well be nice,” he replies.

Despite the fact that you two aren't off to a good start with first impressions, he doesn't dare let go of you and keeps his grip nice and tight, keeping you from falling. Before anyone can say anything else, you both hear the sound of footsteps coming your way. The boy acts quickly and takes your hand, pulling you to another hallway and presses his back against the wall, making sure you two don’t get caught. You do everything in your power to breathe quietly, which at this moment, is the most difficult thing to do. Your arms and legs begin to feel a little numb, which scares you. You’ve heard of panic attacks before, but you never had one as bad as this. And it was all because of biology. How great.

The teacher walks by, oblivious to your two bodies pressed against each other on the wall. When the coast is clear, you begin to let out heavy breaths, which makes Jungkook remember your current condition. He looks down for a second, realizing your hands are holding each other tight from the tension just a moment ago. Embarrassed, he begins to pull away to let go, but you desperately hold on tighter, letting him know you need his help and support. He sits you down to the floor and lets your lean onto the wall, bending down after you.

“Alright, this is simple. Just breathe in through your nose, hold your breath for four seconds, then slowly breathe out through your mouth. You can do it, trust me,” he says, lowering his voice into a soothing tone to calm you down.

Following his orders, you begin to breathe in and hold. As you do this, your eyes lock and stay on each other. You know nothing about him, as this is your first time meeting, but there’s something about the way he holds your hand and the way he’s looking at you, that’s just making you calm down, as if his words are the most honest things you will ever hear.

You make another attempt but fail, and you look away for a quick second. He then says, “Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me. You can do this, okay? I’m here.”

After the last two words come out of his mouth (which makes you notice his lips to be incredibly beautiful), a wave of calmness takes over. You breathe in, hold, and breathe out once again and realize the heavy weight on your chest has subsided. The pounding of your heart hasn’t stopped, but you begin to wonder if that’s still from the anxiety.

Jungkook notices your breathing has gone back to normal and begins to stand up, pulling you up with him as your hands are still together. Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed because you blush and let go immediately, which only makes him blush too. He lifts his right arm and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and lets out a small chuckle.

“Um… thanks. Sorry for holding your hand-“ you begin, but he stops you mid-sentence.

“No, no. It’s alright. You have an excuse,” he says, a smile forming on his face,

You then ask, “Should we… go back to the classroom?”

As if he’s just remembered you have class, he says, “Right. Right, yeah. Um, why don’t you go ahead and I’ll wait few minutes before coming in? That way Mrs. Song won’t suspect anything.”

You nod and begin to walk, him following you right after. The both of you walk silently, but it’s not at all awkward. He then breaks the ice and asks, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but can you tell my why you were so anxious?”

Stopping in your tracks, you turn around and face him. You take a good look at his face, as if you’re memorizing every little feature before locking your eyes with him and answering his question.

“I have a presentation in Biology, and I have no idea what I’ll be talking about. I didn’t get the chance to study much at home. Grades are important to me, so I can’t make a fool out of myself and fail,” you explain.

Suddenly, his lips curl up into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. “It’s your lucky day… what’s your name?”

“[Y/N].”

“-[Y/N]. Because,” he drags the word out. “Mr. Choi is apparently not feeling well and is currently at home taking a rest. There should be a sub, but he insisted he get to see the presentations for himself, so you guys are just gonna have to answer some questions on a worksheet, and that’s all.”

“Really?” you ask, overjoyed. “How’d you know?”

“I had biology before algebra,” he replies.

“Ah! Thank goodness!” your scream and jump up, giving him a hug.

He makes a sound of surprise when you come onto him, and you realize you two have just met so you let go. You mutter a quick apology and look at the ground before turning back around to walk back to the classroom. You knock on the door then open it and take a step inside. Mrs. Song just takes a quick glance at you before going back to her lesson. You make your way back to your seat and sit down.

Just as planned, you hear a knock on the door a few minutes later, and you look up. Jungkook walks inside, and once he does, your eyes lock once more, and you smile at each other before he sits down. For the rest of the class, you can’t understand a single word your teacher says because all you can think about his Jeon Jungkook, the new kid who bothered to help you out.

Jeon Jungkook, the new kid who is there for you.

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weeping-mistytree · 7 years ago

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the "Get to Know Me" questions - answer them all :>

DEar lord :’v 1.- It’s Maria. 2.- i’m turning 28 in exactly three months :>3.-September 7th. 4.- It’s virgo.5.- Blue, Black, Grey and sometimes Purple and Red. 6.- I don’t think i have one but i almost always choose the number 6. 7.- Yep, a cat c: 8.- México.9.- Around 5′6 10.- it depends on the shoe i’m wearing or buying. (i can’t explain this very well in english, sorry) 11.- Actually just three boots and sneackers. I’m not fond to buy shoes, 12.- If i remember correctly, it was about Kaoru, it was weird to me because he’s the last one i like from all the band so, it was kinda funny but kinda creepy lol. Kaoru was flirting with me and doing things just to impress me and while we and a couple of friends were at a lake this oldman jump from an small bridge and he hit his head with a beam of the bridge and he ended up “drowning” but float a couple of minutes later because he become a ragdoll i took him up and carried him outside the water ... I know c: .13.- Probably a deficiente drawing and singing “talent”. 14.- When i was younger i used to think i could see the future or predice things that were going to happened or when someone was dead. One time we receive a phone call from a neighbor and my family didn’t knew what was going on and i just almost yell “His cousin is dead” and that was what actually happened. But now i don’t think i can sense anything. 15.- Lately i’m on this song from Johana Kurkela “Kuolevainen” I’m trying to learn the lyric and the pronounciation. 16.- Hellraiser sagas and Nightmare on Elm street. 17.- I think someone that just love me and respects our relationship, that does not pressure me in to doing things i don’t enjoy and encourage me to be more healthy, someone i can travel with, and of course can put up with my shit. Of couse devoted to each other. Oh, and loyalty, i can’t trust anyone that doesn’t show me loyalty. 18.- It’s not like i don’t want them, because if i get to have them i don’t want them to see me in my worst because i really can’t hide when i’m feeling broke, i can’t control my rage most of the time so i don’t want to deal with someone that i can easly hurt because they don’t deserve it. And i always joke about “We don’t need another baby blues happening again, don’t you?” If see watched the movie and read about the case in real life, you will get it. 19.- If the wedding is Goth themed, then yes. But if is a regular one, no since i’m not a religious person. 20.- Read up here. ↑ 21.- Since i don’t get sick that bad, no, but i did used to visit my dad when he was admitted a couple years ago. 22.- Never. 23.- No -cries- 24.- Showers.25.- i don’t usually wear sock while i’m home but when i do it’s black. 26.- lmao no. 27.- Not so much, since i can’ handle pressure very well. 28.- Rock music, industrial, Goth music, Symphony metal probably some pop music but from the indie side. 29.- No! lmao i’m really shy about my body. 30.- probably 3. 31.- usually, lying down but i always turn around and ended up face up.32.- very tiny, it’s in construction right now. Just three rooms and the bathroom. 33.- A banana milkshake or nothing. 34.- No but i would love to! 35.- No. 36.- I don’t have one. 37.- “fuck” “fucking shit” lol.38.- Three days. 39.- LOTS.40.- it was not that secret but for the gods sakes it was a bit creepy when he used to look for me all around the university lmao 41.- Yeah, sometimes but i ended up laughing or getting angry. 42.- Judge of character? I don’t understand this one43.- A really bad spanish accent lol 44.- Not really, but i do have a slightly northern Accent. 45.- From Chile! 46.- My own? I think is INTJ 47.- I don’t have any. 48.- No lol.49.- Inside. 50.- Right handed.51.- Not so much i can deal with them.52.- There are a couple, pizza, garlic bread and spaguetti. 53.- The same above. 54.- Both.55.- “Chingada madre” c: 56.- “No sé” “I don’t know” 57.- If i’m motivated, at least 1 hour and a half and i’m a hurry, half hour.58.- Yes, a very heavy ego. 59.- Suck, but i don’t eat candy nowadays. 60.- A lot sometimes i can’t even sleep because i overthink. 61.- Yes, it’s relaxing. 62.- Eeeeeeeh... I think? lol there’s an audio where i’m singing, you can find it and laugh at me lol 63.- Drowning or getting caught on fire64.- I don’t spread them but i do like to read them or hearing when someone is telling them65.- I’m not on those kind of movies.66.- On me? Middle to short hair. In others, long hair. 67.- No, since i don’t live there i don’t know them all. 68.- English, art and literature.69.- Introvert. 70.- No! But i want to. 71.- EVERYTHING.72.- Not really. i’m more fonded of it. 73.- Yeah, and they get angry because of that.74.- Yes, and i get ugly lol75.- No, i’ve never, i’m not that poisonous. 76.- For all the gods, i hope i never get to be in that position i’m a mess talking to big groups of poeple. 77.- No, i was already an adult when i tried drinking. 78.- They don’t interest me.79.- It was a really mad crush, i was in highschool and this girl was in university we got along and she was interested in me but we didn’t got the chance to start something i still care about her , thou.80.- I don’t have any. 81.- Roleplaying? I have one roleplay in Vk and i try to keep it pretty real, well, almost as real as the real person also i changed it a bit. 82.- Quit fast, but sometimes i messed up the words. 83.- I’m getting on it, i’m going to run and jog in the morning so i can get better at running. 84.- Black. 85.- Deep brown or just brown. 86.- Peaches and some medicine.87.- I used to when i was a kid but not now. I want to start a dream Journal.88.- Dad is dead and mom works as a manager in a pharmacy.89.- It’s a number, but i we look at it in how i look, i would love to look a couple years younger lol 90.- Can’t decide, since i have angry issues. Even the slight change in tone on someone makes me think they are angry at me and i get also angry because i can’t deal with that. 91.- My first name is not that bad but as a whole, not really. 92.- Ugh, no. 93.- I don’t want any.94.- I think i have a high resistance when doing exercises and i can carry heavy stuff, probably just phisically challenges.95.- I’m a nervous wreak, i get angry really easily, i have trust issues, i’m half deaf i just listen from one ear, anxiety ... 96.- It was from my dad sister, she died when she was a toddler yet and he wanted me to have her name, basically i have the name of dead person lol. 97.- I don’t have a clue... I just know they came from Spain but that’s it. 98.- again, LOTS. 99.- Navy blue with yellow and orange flowers. 100.- It’s not painted.

Ok, wow that’s was a lot. Thank you c’: I hope you understand my answers lol.

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