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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Omg can you write about coops going live on instagram and answering TONS of fans questions? And just being domestic and cute together in general

I can, yes! This is partially the 450 celebration--to the lovely person who suggested writing a sequel to one of my favorites, please know that I love and appreciate you! Coop credit goes to @lumosinlove

Check out Part 1 here

“Is it working? I think it’s working.” An explosion of hearts covered the screen and Remus’ eyebrows rose. “Yep, definitely working. Hello, Instagram! I’m Remus Lupin, winger for the Lions.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, center and team captain.” Sirius waved at the phone. “We had a great time answering your questions last month and we figured we’d come back to do it again, since there were so many people we couldn’t get around to in those few minutes.”

“I can already see a bunch coming in. Should we start?” Remus asked, turning to him with a small smile.

“You go first.”

“Alright, first question….” He squinted at the screen. “How long have we been together? We’ve been dating for just over a year now, but we’ve known each other for three-ish.”

Sirius snorted when he read the next question. “What do we do in our free time? It’s cute that you think we have free time. Um, we read a lot. Sometimes I’ll play video games with the guys.”

“If we have a free weekend, we’ll go hiking or take a short road trip. Practice takes up four or five hours a day, so we’re very low-key, which I think surprises people.” Remus scrolled down a bit. “What are our favorite foods?”

“Don’t say it.” Sirius said immediately. “Don’t you dare.”

“Fine, fine.” Just as Sirius began to answer, he coughed, “pineapple pizza.”

“No!” Sirius smacked Remus on the arm with a pillow as he laughed. “Menace. My favorite food is pasta, because it’s versatile and I’m not a heathen. All of you who are agreeing with him, stop it right now. I’m very disappointed in your tastebuds. Next question…do either of us cook? We do, yeah.”

Remus gave him a look. “Do you, though?”

“That’s a funny thing to hear coming from the man who said he’d die for one of my grilled cheeses yesterday,” Sirius countered.

“Fair point. Yes, we both cook, but I generally do it more often because I enjoy it.”

Sirius looked back at the camera with sad eyes. “He kicked me out of the kitchen last week.”

“You kept stealing bites of soup!” Remus laughed. “It wasn’t even done, you could have gotten salmonella!”

“You can’t get salmonella from soup,” Sirius scoffed. The comment section went wild. “…apparently you can. Huh.”

“Next question, before we get too off-track. Who is the more dramatic one?” Remus folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “I’m giving you three guesses and the first two don’t count.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty dramatic.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Moving on! Oooo, this one is for me specifically.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist as he read. “Sirius: does Regulus—you spelled that wrong by the way, there’s only one ‘g’—does Regulus still live with you? If yes, how does that work?”

“I’m telling him someone spelled his name wrong,” Remus said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“He’ll be so pissed,” Sirius agreed. “Nope, Reg moved out a few months ago and now lives with Pascal Dumais, but it was really neat to have him around. He’s still got a room here and it was nice spending so much time with him after we didn’t talk for a while. He’s awful about vacuuming, though.”

“Aw, people think that’s cute.” Remus smiled as he read the responses. “Ohoho, people are getting nosy. What do we argue about the most?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Maybe chores?”

“I was going to say practice time. We’ve gotten into a couple tiffs about watching tape or running drills after we get home.”

“That’s true.” Sirius frowned at the screen. “For those of you who apparently think that’s all one-sided: it’s really not.”

“He came downstairs to get me at ten or eleven at night the other day. We’re both hockey nerds, so it happens from time to time.”

“Are we going to keep doing tiktoks? Oh, for sure, they’re a ton of fun.”

“Absolutely. Where else am I going to get the inspiration to glue things shut just to irritate him?”

Sirius shook his head with a smile. “Diablotin.”

“Nothing like being called a gremlin by your fiancé,” Remus laughed, tapping the screen. “Okay…who’s the best in bed?”

“I’d say we both sleep really well,” Sirius said. “You talk sometimes, which is really funny.”

Remus glanced over. “Do I really?”

“Yep. I think you were grocery shopping the other night. You kept saying orange juice very adamantly.”

“Interesting. I agree, though, we both value sleep.”

“There are too many questions!” Sirius scooted forward and sifted through them. “To jay-mac 2001, we both love kids and might have some in a few years. No, mermaid queen, we don’t really have friends outside of hockey because we don’t have lives outside of hockey—” Remus leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder as he laughed. “—but I’m sure that will change someday. Oh, here’s a fun one: what are our love languages?”

“Our what?”

“Love languages. Like the Buzzfeed quiz Pots made us take last week.” The screen lit up and Sirius looked offended. “Of course we know what Buzzfeed is! We’re 25, you fuckers!”

“I think mine was quality time.”

Sirius pulled Remus’ arm further around his shoulders and leaned into his side with a smile. “It’s physical affection,” he singsonged, making him laugh. “Your turn.”

“Have you finally found your song?” Remus read aloud. “I think so! We did an interview a while back and there was a question about our ‘couple song’, which we didn’t have at the time.”

“That didn’t answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry. It’s La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf.”

Sirius read the next question and snorted. “This is convenient. Who swears more?”

Remus looked away. “It’s, uh, a tie.”

“That’s such a lie.”

He sighed. “It’s probably me.”

“You taught a literal baby to swear.” Sirius turned back to the camera with a wicked grin. “Harry’s first word was ‘Loops’, but his second was ‘shit’ and there’s an eighty percent chance he learned it from Re.”

“Changing the subject!” Remus cleared his throat, then smiled. “Aw, I like this one. What’s the compliment you get most often from your partner?”

“Does it have to be verbal?”

“Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. “Not like that! Oh, fuck, I did not mean that! You always touch my hair, so I figured that was a compliment. Merde.”

Remus shook his head. “We need a supervisor again. Anyways, you talk about my freckles all the time and it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Sirius kissed his cheek. “What’s the best date I’ve ever been on? We went ice skating at the local rink a few weeks ago and it was so much fun. I had never done that before.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose. “I thought for sure you would say the aquarium.”

“The aqu—oh, right! With the jellyfish arch!”

“Yeah!”

“Now it’s a tie, I can’t decide.”

“That’s fair. From spaceman93: who tops? We actually don’t have a bunk bed, though that would be cool as hell! Do you think Ikea sells them?”

“We should check.”

The screen exploded into activity again and Remus did a double-take. “Yes, we do buy our furniture from Ikea, there’s no need to sound so shocked. This person—I can’t read your username, sorry—wants to know which of us is more cuddly.”

“Definitely me,” Sirius said.

“For sure. I like cuddling people, but only a select few. I mean, I’m assuming you guys saw the Cap cuddles slideshow at our last game.” He laughed when Sirius turned pink. “Why are you embarrassed? It was cute!”

“There’s a hashtag now!” Sirius complained. “I have a reputation.” Remus rolled his eyes fondly as Sirius looked for the next question. “Ha! Do we ever get jealous?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons people might think.”

Sirius laughed quietly. “We went out to a bar for Kasey’s birthday a month or so ago—”

“Oh, please no.”

“—and a young lady was hitting on me, not taking the hint—”

“Jesus.”

“—so Re comes out of nowhere and kisses me full on the mouth in front of everyone.” He snickered and Remus hid his face in his hands. “It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Really funny looking back, though. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Who is clumsier? Ooh, we’re both disasters off the ice. I tripped over the carpet about twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ve run into every doorframe in this house at least twice.” Sirius grimaced. “If I could just tape my skates to my feet and always be on ice, that would be much safer.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “I dunno, it would be hard to sleep in them.”

“I do that all that time.”

“That’s true, you take a nap in the hall at least once a week in full gear.”

“Reverse Edward Scissorhands.” They had to take a moment to stop laughing before Sirius turned back to the phone. “Mon dieu. Alright, what do we have next…when did you know I was ‘the one’? When did you know, mon amour?”

“Breaking out the nicknames, very snazzy,” Remus teased as he rested his chin on his hand. “I think it was just an accumulation of things, and then one day I went ‘oh shit’ and just knew. Sometime around New Year’s, maybe?”

“You only made it two months?” Sirius teased, nudging him lightly.

“Shush, you.” Remus nudged him back. “I knew I wanted to propose when I came home from hanging out with Leo and you were napping with the dog. You had done the dishes and left Avatar on so we could watch it together, and I opened the door and knew that I wanted that moment forever.”

Sirius smile was unbearably soft, and he kissed Remus on the cheek as hearts filled the comments section. “I’ve never seen so many keysmashes in my life,” he laughed when he looked back to it. “Hey, someone addressed one to you specifically.”

“Really?” He leaned forward eagerly. “To Remus, do you feel like part of the team yet? I do, a hundred percent! It helped that I was close with a lot of the guys from being the PT, so those friendships carried over really well. Being a player on the roster has only made that better and it’s the best job in the world.”

“Who has the better smile? We’re going to say each other, so I think we’ll leave that one to the comments—fuck, that was a bad idea, it’s moving too fast for me to read!” Sirius tapped the screen desperately, then gave up and waited for the scrolling to slow down. “Ask each other one question you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.”

“Do you actually want to get your ears pierced?” Remus asked. “You talked about it a while ago but I wasn’t sure if you were kidding.”

Sirius thought for a minute, biting his lip. “Y’know, I might. It was one of those things where it started as a joke and then I kept thinking about it. I’m not sure, hockey’s not the best sport to have things that can catch and tear.” They both winced at the idea. “My turn. What is it about pineapple pizza that you actually enjoy?”

“It annoys you.” Remus laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I honestly don’t know why I like it so much. There’s something about the sweetness that goes so well with the regular pizza taste. Okay, last question for me: how many freckles do I have? Not many right now.”

“So many in the summer,” Sirius said dreamily. “That’s the best part of summertime and the only reason I like Florida. They might have bouncy ice, but it’s worth it to see the freckles pop.”

“Whew, Florida’s getting mad in the comments!” Remus grinned. “Get some real ice, then come talk to us.”

“Final question, then we really have to go. What does your partner look best in?” Sirius drummed his fingers on his knees. “His jersey. Or my jersey. He does own a pair of skinny jeans, though, and that was the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had.”

“They’re comfortable.” Remus shrugged, but he looked rather self-satisfied. “That’s all we have time for, folks, but thanks for joining us!”

“Go Lions!”

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Kinks for Mr.Compress 💖

requested by @shibaribunni I’ve been wanting to filter my thirst for Mr.Compress SO badly.

and so here it is!

damn he been sexy

Overstimulation

It's like magic to him!

One minute you're all ok, then the next you're crying and begging for more!

It was like a switch in him flipped

He did it to you once and now he makes it happen literally every time

But what he loves so much more is when you ask him to stop, but if you can speak that means you haven't been fucked enough <33

Squirting

Just like overstim, it happened one time and now he tries to do it every time

By the second time he already knew exactly what to do

He’s never told you but the reason he does it is to see the face you make

All fucked out and dreamy

He really tries to be in control but he’s just wo whipped (uwwuu)

Messy blowjobs

At first he was kinda weirded out

It wasn't very “proper”

Yeah that all went out the window as soon as your mouth met his dick

He was like “yup i can just die happy now”

He falls apart when you look back up at him, drool falling down your chin

He would also cum on your tongue and make you swallow with your mouth open so he can watch it go down

Orgasm denial/ edging

As much as he loves seeing you cum, seeing you beg is a very close second

This would most likely end in him overstimulating you anyways :/

He mostly does it to get something out of you.

Anniversary surprise? To bad, can't cum unless you tell him

You can't hide anything from this man :(

That's not even the worst of it!

Sometimes he’ll fuck you and just randomly pull out right before you cum and say its because you’ve been bad :((

Toys

Viators, dildos, riding crops, benches, handcuffs , paddles

This man has an entire closet for them.

And he likes to use them

You would be sitting in bed and he’ll make you read something out loud to him while having a vibrator in you

But that's better than when he makes you do it and every time you mess up he hits you with the riding crop :(

Cunilingus (fem reader, or anyone with female anatomy)

And he knows where the clit is

He likes the way you taste, pineapple juice or not

His mind is pretty simple:

“Head in between soft thighs

Head on thighs

Man like thighs”

He could spend hours between our legs, this is where the squirting and overstim come to play

Well not relent until someone walks in or you pass out

Or until his bone hurts so much he just has to fuck you.

Exhibition

No undies and opening your legs in a restaurant

You look so cute!!

Who cares if Dabi is in the room? He just wants to taste you!

You wont stop him will you?

He is also obsessed with fucking you on trains

Right in the corner of the cart, no one will know if you're quiet!

Abduction as seduction / fisting

This is just when someone abducts someone and treats them really nice :)

This would be a pretty specific situation

Like the time they kidnapped Bakugo

Maybe you had information on some hero plan that they wanted to know

But you’re too pretty to torture :((

Well extreme pleasure can make people talk, and that's how you found yourself with a fist in you and constant cooing for you to talk

They say they’ll let you go!

But when you do talk, Compress cannot just let you go, you were so pretty when you fluttered around him :(

A little something extra:

He’ll just take random things and try to fit them in you!

Hairbrushes, long candles and at one point he tried to fit a dove soap bar in your poor hole :(

#mr. compress #atsuhiro sako #atsuhiro sako x reader #mr.compress x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero #compress x reader

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tintentrinkerin · 4 years ago

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Cathartic Arrest

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Characters: Michael (Supernatural), Minor Characters

Additional Tags: Post-Hell Dean Winchester, Post-Lucifer’s Cage Sam Winchester, Dubious Consent, Caning, Codependent Winchesters (Supernatural), It’s all about inflicting and receiving punishment, Jealousy

Summary: ”Sam needs to cope with memories of Lucifer’s abuse. Dean is still trying to cope with this time as torture Master in Hell.

And he’s JEALOUS.”

Word Count 1,793

READ HERE OR ON AO3

Sam was still shaking when he got back to the bunker. He had taken his time before he came back home, but still. This time, it had all been different. She had to help him back into his pants, his shirt, even tuck his shirt in, help him ground himself; when he still didn’t come down from what just happened, she made him sit in her “calm room” as she called it.

She gave him food, good food. Fruits. Pineapple, strawberries, vanilla infused yoghurt. Juices of passion fruit and apples, bread with butter and some lean chicken tenders. He could choose whatever music he wanted, but all he ever would choose was hard rock – the music of his childhood, part of his youth and part of Dean. The music in his ears, usually is of a different, much more intense nature. He’d tried pop. One Direction. Too happy. He’d tried Nu Metal. He was too old to bounce back into his emo stage, also known as his years at Stanford. He had tried all kinds of metal. Trash, Death, Melodic, Symphonic. Nightwish. Later Aesthetic Perfection. All good music, quality wise. But nothing was ever louder than the noises in his head. The crying of baby Sam Winchester, inner-child Sam Winchester. Traumatized and angry and helpless.

Only the noise of a cane meeting his skin, his ass, his legs, even his feet, his own painful cries, the muffled grunts, the thank you’s and the yes'es, the reenactment of his shame, would silence the child. It’d been rough today. The wax on his chest left pink swollen spots, the cane beat him bloody this time.

“I can stop, aye?” she said.

“No, Mistress. Don’t. I want it to bleed.”

She’s not his Domme and he’s not her slave. He isn’t that twisted in his mind to reenact the power exchange, his own powerlessness. Michael watching. Michael. That god forsaken coward.

Sam was still shaking when he started Baby’s engine, slowly rolling away from the place he visits when pressing on his scar stops working. And it’s been working less and less and less. Until nothing else will help but being beaten up by someone to finally overcome the pain, the helplessness, the feeling of being weak and useless. Sam Winchester might be broken, but he still can take a beating without crying.

Dean hates liars. Which is kind of, let’s say hypocritical, given his nature, his past. He lied to Sam about hell, he lied about the deal, he constantly lies to the only person who will probably never leave him. Because even if Sam does leave, he always comes back. He won’t even die for good. Dean doesn’t, Sam doesn’t. They��re here, two moons in this earth’s gravitational pull, doomed to circle each other; the forces of nature keeping them in place but always keeping them apart.

It's one of those days when Sam says he’s about to go jogging, but since when does he have to drive fifty miles to some secluded forest area to jog when they're in the literal middle of nowhere? Dean has seen Sam in the showers. They have their privacy here, both want that or pretend to, but the showers are group showers, long lines of shower heads like in school gyms. They usually lock the doors, so why, this one time, does Sam not lock himself up like he used to? Dean knows about the nightmares, the triggers, the sudden flashbacks and the pressing of Sam’s thumb against the palm of his cut hand. He noticed cuts, deep cuts around Sam’s wrists, that never heal because he keeps on scratching off the scab. The bleeding never stops.

Dean decides that today, enough is enough. He knows this trauma, he was in Hell too. He tortured innocent people, he tortured Bela fucking Talbot. A woman he really respected in the end, though he sugar coated it with cunt-y behaviour. He’s seen so many faces twisted in pain and agony – and all they do in the end? – cry for mama. They cry for their fucking mother, and Sam? Dean wonders who he cried for in the Cage?

Sam is packed up in his “jogging outfit” and he’s about to leave, when Dean gets up from his armchair in the library.

“Where ya goin’, Sammy?”

He jumps.

“Jesus, don’t scare me, man. Really? I’m going jogging.”

“There’s a whole ass forest in front of the batcave, Sam. Why not go there?”

Sam looks down and Dean knows, he’s angry. He’s angry because Dean caught him in his damn lie and there’s no good way out of it.

“I have a jogging buddy over there,” Sam clears his throat, his whole body is tense. Ready to run. Wherever.

“Ah, jogging buddy, I see. Lemme guess, their name is Mistress Lana and he looks bomb in tracksuits.”

Sam is about to erupt and he grows, his posture straightens and he yells. “This is private Dean, you have no, absolutely NO right to spy after me like a--”

“Like a what?”

“Like a fucking jealous wife who caught me in an affair?”

Dean falls silent, but his body, pure, condensed power, anger, fear, slams his arm against Sam’s throat and presses him to the wall.

“It is exactly like that. You drive an hour to see a dominatrix, to what? You become a subby bootlicker all of a sudden? You like that?”

Sam’s nostrils flare and damn, now Dean is on freakin’ thin ice. He is so goddamn jealous of this woman giving Sam something that Dean would give him freely. And happily. He would give him the relief he needs.

“Don’t talk like that!” Sam hisses, trying to wind himself out of Dean’s grip but he’s still sore from the last time Lana tied him up like a Christmas present and hung him on the wall like a pig-half at the butcher’s. Sam loved the marks of the rough rope, loved the feeling of just hanging there, floating, the ground beneath him so far away, the rock bottom so far…“You have no idea how I feel!”

Dean’s head tilts to the side. “I tortured people in Hell, Sam. I know how to make you feel the worst pain of your life – but I can also give you the greatest relief. I can show you mercy, because that’s what you really want. Isn’t it?”

Sam finally breaks free and attacks Dean, one hit after another, breaks Dean’s nose, gives him a black eye, and it only stops when Dean lands a blow right over Sam’s kidney – he staggers back.

“I deserve the pain,” Sam wheezes. “I don’t rely on anyone’s mercy.”

Dean drags him up and brings Sam, who is suddenly so pliant, to his room. What no one has ever known about is the secret door. Dean’s not a witch, Sam would be a great one, but Dean managed to hide a tiny little torture chamber behind his room. Sam fights, he insults Dean. Dean knows, yes he knows, it’s Sam’s way of provoking him and, kind of, making Dean stop.

Sam knows that, when he came back from Hell, Dean fucked around even more than before he’d died –but no one ever saw him with the girls, the submissive ones, the broken little dolls he found. This is Deam’s coping. Reenacting Hell.

Sam clings on to Dean when he’s tied to the bench, naked. Sam is still black and blue, some of his bruises had turned green-yellowish already but no one should hurt him there again. These bruises would take ages to heal, if they’re lucky, without a doctor needed. Sam isn’t fighting anymore, he’s crying.

“Please Dean, take it off of me. Please… I can’t… Take it OFF!”

“I can’t”, Dean says, gently, brushing away Sam’s tears.“Does she fuck you?”

A gasp. “What? Why--?”

“Simple question, Sammy. Does. She. Fuck you?”

Sam nods, hiding his face in his hair and pressing his forehead against the padding.

“I can’t spank you in this condition. You have to heal. Why would you go to that woman when you’re still so roughed up?”

“Why do you care?”Sam’s voice is so thin. Little, scared Sammy, and there was no one in the Cage to save him from what happened.

“Sammy.” Is all Dean says.

“My Sammy.”

Dean is not like that. He loves Sammy, and he would do a lot, but he won’t do That.

Dean’s favorite is his cane. Rattan. Unpeeled. Sam endures several hard blows, in a staccato, a rhythm other people would faint from. But Sammy is strong, and he wants to be broken.

WANTS

BROKEN

And Dean is giving him that. He can think of the girls and boys in Hell while doing it, like he’s not the one inflicting this pain on Sam, but it feels so damn good. Purging. Sam’s cries and whimpers, his yells and finally, finally, when Dean is about to lose control and maul Sam alive – there’s the one Sammy would cry for.

“Dean.”

A gasp. The blows stop. Blood dripping down Sam’s legs.

“Dean.”

Again.

“Sammy..”

So gentle. So tender. So silent.

“Dean, I want to go home….” and that is truly when Sam is broken, the last bastion of his mind, his pride, his goddamn pride is stripped from him. He babbles, he cries, snot and tears and gulps, he even chokes on his cries. “I want to be home with Dean, please hold me, Dean, take me home, Dean…”

Dean dissolves. His own trauma resolves for a minute. He knows, it will never fully go away, he will never heal. But.

“Sammy. I’m here, Sammy. Come here. I’ll take you home, my baby brother. I’m here.”

“Dean, I love you”, Sam chokes out. It could be anything. It could be nothing.

“Sammy, I love you more.”

Dean leans onto Sam’s heaving, still tied up body, sweat and blood, tears, the sobs. When Dean releases Sam from the restraints and carries him to a sofa, he huddles up in Dean's lap. Like a newborn. Overwhelmed with the world outside, sobbing and crying for Dean. Dean is here, holding him tight. Offering him water and more blankets.

Lucifer has never been closer, but Dean has blown him away from Sam. He made Sam just forget for a while. It’s so fucked up, but he can live with fucked up. As long as it’s with Sam and Sam never, fucking never, goes to a whore again when he can have everything from Dean.

Dean will do anything for Sam.

“Dean…”

“I’m here. You’re home.”

»And I will never let you go.«

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fantasticstoryteller · 4 years ago

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New Dynasty Chapter 35

Wade, in his Deadpool suit, sat in Tony’s office. Arachne was in his lap, because once she learned where he was going she refused to let go of him and as he and Peter could vouch—once she clung to something there was no removing her until she let go. Peter was standing in the corner of the office, and Wade could tell that he was he was hiding a smile.

[You’d think the little girl didn’t trust Tony.]

{She probably still thinks he blew us up on purpose.}

Wade didn’t want to talk about it. He kept his voice on the subject at hand. “So, after a little bit of digging I found out that not only is someone trying to build a gate—the same gate that keeps letting explosive little blobs through—but they tried to hire mercs to guard it. Key word being tried—no one’s willing to touch that job.”

Tony rubbed his hand over the small beard on his face. “And just where,” he asked wearily, “did you get this information?”

“Where else?” asked Wade with a shrug, Arachne still clinging to the red leather.

Tony’s face suffused with red. “You took a child to that God-forsaken—”

Peter came around and stepped in between Tony and Wade. “Arachne,” he said, “what happened last night?”

Arachne was always willing to answer Peter.

[And us too, don’t forget that she likes us too.]

{And she’s adorable.}

“We went on a field trip,” Arachne said. The last two words were spoken like a foreign language. “Wade said that a field trip is where you go out to have some fun strictly for educational purposes, like that trip with Coraline.”

“Good God, is that psycho back in town?” groaned Tony.

Peter ignored the outburst. “He’s not wrong,” he said. “So, did you have fun?”

Arachne’s face lit up. “Oh, yes!” she said. “We got there and the skinny guy behind the bar yelled at Wade but the pretty lady—she said her name’s Andrea—came over to talk and she has a really nice and soft, furry kind of voice and was wearing a pretty dress and she says that it’s okay for a woman to wear a little girl’s dress because some people like it like that—and she didn’t explain that,” Arachne added with a frown, “but Domino said it was okay because I’m not old enough to need to know and Elektra taught me how to pick locks.”

“How to what?” shrieked Tony.

Arachne paused and looked concerned. “Don’t worry about Tony, Arachne,” he told her calmly. “Please, continue to tell me about the night.”

“Well—I brought out my ball,” she said. “Wade said I could take one with us when we left and I was showing them how high I can make it bounce—I made one bounce twenty feet!—when it rolled under a table and I got it out by picking up the table and they all wanted to know how much I could lift so they kept piling people on a table until the table broke and while a couple people got hurt nobody died.” Arachne took a breath and added, “And the skinny man gave me white-yellow apple juice.”

“Pineapple juice,” Wade corrected.

Arachne frowned. “Is that a different fruit?” she asked turning to look at Wade.

[That’s so cute!]

{Uh, how is she supposed to know what fruit looks like? Has anyone taught her?}

“Yes,” said Wade, “it is a very different fruit.”

“Oh. Tastes good though,” said Arachne focusing on the important thing.

“Yes, pineapple juice does taste good,” Peter admitted. “Arachne, do you remember the way to the cafeteria? Not the one that everybody uses,” Peter added hastily, “but the one that only the people on the top floors use?”

“Yes,” Arachne said.

Peter dug in a pocket and pulled out a card. “All right. Go to the cafeteria and get some juice. Try some different kinds, and hand this to the woman working the counter. Okay?”

She looked at Wade and back at Peter. She seemed hesitant. “It’s okay,” Wade told her.

Peter smiled at her. “Are you worried about him getting hurt again?” he asked. She nodded, hesitantly. “Don’t worry,” he told her. “I won’t let Tony hurt Wade.”

[I think we’re about to get yelled at.]

{For what? What did we do wrong?}

Arachne still hesitated. Tony spoke up. “Pepper and Friday have Sasha, Brian and Howard secure in the penthouse Arachne. They won’t be in the cafeteria.”

“Okay,” said Arachne. She took the card from Peter. “Friday?” she called to the ceiling.

“Yes, Arachne?”

“Would you please keep an eye on me? To make sure I don’t get lost?”

“It would be my pleasure Arachne. Rest assured, I have been well programmed to do multiple tasks at a time.”

“Thank you Friday.” Arachne got off Wade’s lap, politely bowed (something she must have picked up from one of the female mercs at the bar) and then calmly left the room.

As soon as the door shut Peter spoke up, keeping his voice down. “I could have sworn I asked the two of you to stay safe,” he said.

“We did!” protested Wade.

“You think taking her Sister Margret’s is staying safe?” demanded Peter.

“No one would dare hurt her there!” Every mercenary in Sister Margret’s had a single, iron-clad rule: no children. No matter what happened and if anyone broke that rule, well, there would be dozens of mercenaries willing to explain to the bloody corpse why that was a bad idea. With random bits of the city exploding Sister Margret’s was probably the absolutely safest place Arachne could be.

Tony scoffed a laugh as Peter hung his head in his hands.

[It feels like we did something bad.]

{But what did we do? We’re right about Arachne’s safety—no way would we compromise that.}

“Wade, how many people die in fights at Sister Margret’s?” asked Peter. Wade shifted nervously as he recognized the tone of voice—it was the tone that said, “I’m only being patient because I know you sometimes have trouble understanding how normal people act.”

“I don’t know.”

“Usually three a night. Three dead bodies a night Wade,” Peter pressed. He sighed. “Wade,” he asked, “what would have happened if one of them had died while Arachne was there?”

Wade felt a chill roll down his spine. Where Arachne came from, people died because they were “failed” experiments. And given how she felt that people getting hurt was her fault if she had seen someone die—

[She would have been traumatized.]

{Damn, we got lucky.}

Wade leaned forward in the chair. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted.

“You didn’t think,” said Tony.

“Tony,” said Peter warningly.

“Hey,” said Tony, “it’s fine. At least the one you’ve got isn’t a soulless little monster willing to use anyone and anything to get what she wants.”

“So—Howard takes after you?” asked Wade. Peter shot him a quick glare and he shrugged.

[He can’t expect us to not rib Tony.]

{It’s practically a sport!}

“That’s what Pepper said,” Tony said wearily. Peter moved to stand next to Wade and Wade could see the man searching through his desk drawers. “Problem is that the two Nat and Bruce have are just as bad. Dammit,” he swore as pulled out a liter bottle of ginger ale with a note that said, “Try Me” on it. “I thought she didn’t know about this one.”

“Pepper’s been your secretary for the last fifteen years and dating you for ten of them,” Peter pointed out. “I don’t think there’s a lot about you that she doesn’t know.”

Tony sighed and put the bottle back in the drawer before slamming it shut. “Be glad you’ve only got the one,” he said.

Oh! Author!

What now Wade?

Can Peter and I have another kid?

No.

Why not?

Because that’s not possible in the AU that this story is written in.

What? Those little shits from that manga get that, but I don’t?

Don’t you dare bring that story into this. The settings are completely different.

But author—

Don’t whine Wade.

But—

No.

Why not?

It won’t fit, that’s why not. This story has an established set of rules and logic and I am not going to introduce mpreg out of nowhere.

What about another story?

Wade. I only agreed to write one of them. Remember?

Ah, come on. Just think—you won’t have to search for ideas. It’ll already be there.

Okay, I’ll make a deal with you.

Let’s hear it.

If anyone, and I mean anyone, comments and asks for it, I’ll write it.

Awesome!

But—it will be in a universe without the Marvel powers, which means it won’t be a Spideypool story. It will also be complete and utter fantasy, because that’s my genre. Also, you won’t be aware in it.

If you’re going to do that I want Peter to rescue me!

Fine. Can do. But remember, someone has to say they’ll read it.

What? Who wouldn't want to read something with me in it?

I think you are seriously overestimating the selling power of Wade Wilson without Deadpool. And I’m finishing this one first. I’m only working on one of these at a time.

“Deadpool, are you listening?” demanded Tony.

“No,” said Wade with complete honesty. “I was asking the author if Peter and I could have more kids.”

“What?” asked Peter, confused.

“She said ‘no’,” Wade explained.

“So the world does have small mercies,” muttered Tony.

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool

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juleswolverton-hyde · 4 years ago

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For the Brokenhearted (BC x Reader)

Genre: Angst, Tragedy

Pairing: idol!Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, loneliness, mild swearing/cursing.

Summary: Music can heal. Music can mend your soul.

And it’s the only thing that I know.

Or thought I knew because eventually it drove her away. So now all I can listen to is one specific genre.

The songs for the brokenhearted.

Author Note: I know this day is to celebrate the best koala leader and wolf dad, but it would be a lie to say that Chan’s scenes in the B Me music video did not inspire this and the mini series it has sparked.

Dear Bangchan,

I hope the day is bright and filled with lots of love (and food) despite the current state of the world. Thank you for inspiring me again and again, turning me into a gooey marshmallow that talks her friends’ ears off about you when not putting Ed Sheeran and all the other amazing songs you have recommended to STAY on repeat.

That marshmallow part is weird... I am weird. Just... just ignore it.

Anyways, thank you for being there and keep up the incredible work. I am so proud of you.

P.S: Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?

If you don’t, at least the moon is beautiful, isn’t it? I think I can die happily.

SKZ Masterlist

Music has the power to evoke emotions, to give rise to memories and confess in ways mere casual words cannot. This is why sharing playlists is a splendid way to say all the things that would otherwise remain unspoken.

That is how I confessed to her, sending her a list of all the songs that reminded me of her. Later, I gave her one I created late at night despite her nagging texts telling me to go to bed, those little messages she firmly acted herself on when she came over. Many a night has she literally pulled me from my studio, not minding the fact she’s wearing her jammies.

She just wanted to go home.

To sleep and wake up the next day.

With me.

The list started with ‘Tenerife Sea’, which was followed later by ‘Lego House’ and ended with ‘Wake Me Up’. Maybe a bit generic, but she’s started to listen to Ed Sheeran a lot more thanks to me and his lyrics told her all the things I never managed to do flawlessly. After all, I had never been in love before so how could I have known what to say?

Do the songs still hold the same meaning for you as they do for me?

The city sounds of never-ending traffic and chattering urban lives have reduced to a mere background buzzing. The wind blowing over the empty rooftop is devoid of the whiff of her perfume.

It stinks of concrete and sharp loneliness instead of carrying a sweet reminder of not being by myself. She used to come up here with me whenever we both needed a break, having a private moment away from the people in our lives.

Together.

Spending some time in a world of our own.

‘Lego House’ starts playing, cruelly reminding of the fact ours has been shattered and can’t be rebuilt. That I am here alone, swaggering directionless over the concrete after taking my headphones off.

Alone in the disquiet quietness.

Wandering among the ghosts of the moments we had here.

My clumsy confession, stumbling over my words and barely daring to look her in the eye.

Her equally awkward reciprocation, not being used to being loved in any other way than as a friend.

Our first kiss, bumping noses and laughing the awkwardness off.

Nuzzling her afterwards in the little den we made, sharing a blanket and drinking pineapple juice throughout the year. Except in September, the month of pumpkin spice latte.

Her favourite.

The faintest false whiff of the warm spice drifts on the wind, her phantom nipping at the hot drink a few steps away. Looking so peaceful, content and safe by herself, bundled up. It’s heart-wrenching, agonizingly twisting my guts until I’m nauseous with longing because I want to be there. In that moment, side by side, guarding her.

In our world.

Together.

But, when I reach out to let my fingers slide over her cheek, she falls apart at the touch. Dispelled like a mirage, fading into nothingness like our love when I didn’t say enough to make her stay. Subtle and sometimes plain, she rejected me every time I tried to touch her.

I left her alone too much. An idiotic thing to do, especially after curing my own success-tainted solitude via her. So here I am, still unable to repay the debt.

My fingertips haven’t brushed her skin since she left for her new safe haven. A place where there is no music to remind her of past pains.

Where are you? Are you still there or will I be lucky to find you somewhere else? I want to see you. Please.

I put the headphones on again, idiotically forgetting which playlist is playing.

‘Maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up.’

Another memory.

Babygirl, it’s morning. Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.

I snap, the lingering embers of simmering rage and self-loathing flaming up now that the boiling point has been reached and making me lose it completely. All I can see, no, can remember is the vivid memory of an empty bed.

Our bed.

Her side abandoned.

Every morning.

Every goddamned morning.

Because I didn’t explain what was really going on.

Because I didn’t know this was the price for the time spent differently.

Because I wasn’t clear on the border between romance and friendship.

Because I didn’t pick the right songs anymore.

Because I didn’t say the right thing to her.

To the woman who really mattered and matters the most to me.

I love you.

Those three little words aren’t truly important in a relationship. The single one which does make a difference, I never said to her.

Why the fuck didn’t I say anything? Why are you gone just as I learned what I should’ve said?

Stay.

And now she’s gone, whisked away by a man that can love her as she should be.

She was my whiskey and coffee girl. My fall.

No, autumn. To her, it is autumn.

But she remains my fall.

She is the loneliness of the damaged skateboard crash landing on the other side of the rooftop.

Alone is a destroyed world.

Thrown.

Fallen.

I put my headphones on again to shut everything out, change the playlist and get up.

To swagger aimlessly over the roof like a hopeless wanderer.

To fall to my knees like a remorseful sinner.

Fallen.

The next song starts to play.

Sorry seems to be the hardest word.

#inkidz #Bangchan #Bang Chan #Bangchan fanfiction #Happy birthday Bangchan!#Chan #Channie #Chris Bang #Happy birthday love

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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Goretober Day 5; Crying Raspberry

Prompt: Candy/Fruit Gore Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender Summary: An assassin attempts to kill a newly crowned Azula with an unidentified poison from the Foggy Swamp.

It has been several hours since they fixed the crown securely into her top knot.The transfer of power had been peaceful. She admits, with a degree of reluctance, to having shed a tear. Truth be told she hadn’t expected to reacquire her princess title, muchless that of the Fire Lord. But after dragging her to various council meetings, Zuzu has decided that it would suit her.

“You just…” He begins, his voice nearly lost under the lively bustle of the crowning ceremony afterparty. “You’re intimidating and well-spoken.”

Eloquence is her specialty, she agrees. She doesn’t say it, leaving him room to continue.

“I tried the throne for a few days and…”

“You didn’t like it?” She fills in.

He nods. “I just think that I’d be better suited for something else. I liked traveling the world with Aang. I’m good at that and you’re good at this.”

“You aren’t worried?” She asks as a waiter sits a few glasses before them. He wears an intricate, probably hand-carved wooden mask. All of the servers are masked but he is the only one of them who has chosen to wear wood over metal or plastic.

“About what?” He asks.

“That I’m going to snap. Lose it and set fire to the Fire Nation. That I’m going to ruthlessly…”

She feels a hand on the small of her back. “You aren’t father. I think that you want what is best for your people. I trust you.”

A kind warmth fills her belly and she tries to keep a smile from spreading across her face. She can’t let him know that she has gone soft, not even slightly so. “Good, you should. If you don’t trust me then you’ll fear me.”

He rolls his eyes. “You don’t need fear. Believe it or not people still respect you.”

This time she can’t keep the smile from emerging. Can’t keep the relief from bleeding through. “I hope that you’re right. I…” she trails off. “I feel as though I won’t be taken seriously. I don’t think that there has been a Fire Lord so young.” So young, so feminine, so unhinged. But she isn’t unhinged, she reminds herself… “They’re going to approve. As long as you treat them well, they’ll get used to you.” He gives her a warm smile. “They got used to me.”

.oOo.

And, just as he had said, they warmed up to her. Most of them. Protests didn’t fall on def ears, but she wasn’t giving up her crown. She tries to appease them and she has some success. But there are still plenty of people who’d like to see her dethroned and dishonored.

She knows it and accepts it. And yet it still comes as a surprise when someone finally has the courage to act upon their hatred.

The third celebration commemorating the end of the war comes to a close and Azula doesn’t feel right. She feels queasy and heavy, despite having only a drink and a half and a small snack. There is a lingering sweetness on her tongue. The sugary taste of strawberry and peach. Maybe a mocking hint of cherry, a faint callback to her last tragically ending reign. And she knows, she just knows that it was the man in the wooden mask who has done this to her. He must have slipped something into her drink. Or he might have swapped their cups. The hows don’t matter. What matters is that the poison is churning in her stomach and possibly her veins.

Her tread is awkward and off balance; a combination of a dizzy head and an aching stomach. She splays herself upon the bed and promptly folds in on herself. But this only makes her feel worse. With a shudder she unbunches herself and rolls onto her back. She doesn’t fancy sleeping on her back, but her stomach is too delicate for her to sleep in any other position. She holds her hands firmly against her tummy as though that will coax the feeling to pass. Even to the touch it feels taut and distended. This in itself, leaves her feeling doubly ill. Something is definitely wrong. Undeniably wrong. She tries to run through a list of poisons that might have this effect. But she can come up with none. None that her own.

Azula’s stomach rumbles and turns and she clutches it harder still. She manages to heave herself upright, even that leaves her with a mild motion sickness. She carries on regardless of it, she was a fool to try to sleep it off. She should be in the infirmary. She finds herself unable to manage something as simple as making it to the door.

She doubles over, clutching her middle, feeling strangely bloated and nauseated. Somehow more than before. She takes one more step--a mistake--the liquid shifts unpleasantly in her belly. The sickly feeling intensifies until it is overwhelming. She hunches further over, it is more of a reflex than a conscious action. Still she tries to hold it back; the feeling of bile rising is probably one of the worst feelings, it is the sensation she dreads the most when afflicted with illness.

Vomiting leaves her feeling dirty. Unsanitary and with a burning sensation in the back of her throat. And it is never just once, she usually ends up heaving twice, or thrice if her stomach flu is bad enough. It steals her breath, comfort, and her dignity in one fell swoop.

She finds that she has made another mistake in repressing it. The queasy sensation doesn’t abate, it is however accompanied by a pressure now. An intense one that builds behind her eyes and in her nose. A congestion that leaves her head with a dull ache. And that dull ache swells into a rattling sensation, it feels like she is drowning from within.

Her eyes water. Though water isn’t exactly what it feels like, the consistency of her tears feels thicker, stickier. With nerves and anxiety her stomach seems to turn itself over completely. Her grip on it tightens once more, her nails digging into her sides. She opens her mouth too late. The pressure releases itself.

Fluid spurts from her nose, smelling strongly of peach and strawberry. It drenches the backs of her hands and pants, as sticky as the liquid leaking from her eyes. Her eyes burn so terribly. The pressure that builds behind her eyes has her fearing that they might burst out. If for no other reason than to expel the liquid and prevent such a thing, she cries. And when she does the fluid comes forth like raspberry jam. She thinks that it is raspberry jam, seeds and juice stain her cheeks and spatter on her collar as it spills from her eyes. She tries to wipe it away but only succeeds in smearing it and adding peach and strawberry to the mix.

Her face is tingling, it still feels so full and swollen. She isn’t sure if it really is and she is too afraid to find out, not that she’d be able to make it to a mirror if she tried. She just knows that her head feels as though it will explode.

There is a rumbling in her ears, like the sound of an ocean or a waterfall. She swears that the dreaded explosion is coming. Instead, her waterfall analogy becomes literal. Twin fountains of cherry pour from her ears, their small pits are grating on her ears as the juice pushes it forward.

Her face is leaking from almost every crevice and her stomach is still lurching over and over again. Azula opens her mouth to scream. She begins to, but finds herself choked off by another gooey juice. It is liquid at first, a combination of pineapple and kiwi with a dash of lime. Touched by hysteria and panic, she finds herself inwardly laughing about how delicious it tastes. Perhaps if she lives she’ll fix herself a glass of pineapple, kiwi, and lime juice.

The liquid thickens into something more like molasses and seems to catch in her throat. She finds herself gagging, pushing against her stomach in an attempt to push it forward and out of her throat.

Her eyes are still expelling raspberry jam, her ears are still bleeding cherry, and her nose is still gushing peach and strawberry. It is dripping down her chin along with pineapple juice and saliva. She is on her hands and knees but the ground is slick with juices and when she moves her hand, it slips. She is fully laying on the floor in the sticky mess that she is still adding to.

Azula shudders, the raspberry jam feels like warm blood clots. She continues to choke and gag and finally the molasses in her throat comes up. It is a ball of pomegranate seed and honey. There may even be a few watermelon seeds in the mix. It certainly feels as though she has swallowed a watermelon and that it has taken root and grew to fruition in her tummy. Regardless, she can breath again. She can breath and the pressure is growing less, though the flow of juices is still as heavy as a punch fountain.

She lies on her side and lets the fluid run. She isn’t sure how long it takes but the spill is beginning to slow into a trickle. She finds the strength to get back to her hands and knees and empty her stomach. She heaves until she can no longer feel the juices sloshing within it and until at least some of the heaviness abates. Until her arms go shaky and weak.

Azula flops back down onto her side, breathing deeply and savoring every unobstructed breath. She remains on the floor in a pool of sickly sweet smelling vomit and bile. The last of it seeps between her parted lips. For a moment she thinks that she is going to die. But her breathing stabilizes and her tears are pouring out salty and watery again.

She lies there panting lightly as she tries to shake off the last of the nausea. The taste of pineapple and kiwi still lingers on her tongue and the scents of peach and strawberry refuse to leave her nose.

.oOo.

Azula’s stomach is still tight and delicate when she wakes up a few hours later. Zuko is rubbing her hand, he pauses briefly when he notices that she is awake. She finds herself flushing; her hair is probably disheveled and her clothes and skin are probably a sticky, stained mess. She feels gross. “I need a bath, Zuzu.”

He rolls his eyes. “Your bath can wait. The doctors already cleaned you up pretty good.”

She touches her cheeks and her chin; there are still sticky spots but, mostly, Zuko is right. She realizes that she is in an infirmary gown. “What the hell was that?” She asks weakly.

Zuko shrugs. “They found it in Mai’s cup too.” He gestures to the bed next to her own. “It was meant for me, but Mai stole my glass…”

“I’ve never heard of a poison like that.” She replies quietly. She still feels as though there is a sticky gunk in the back of her throat.

“They think that it comes from the Foggy Swamp by the spirit banyan.”

Whatever it is, wherever it comes from, Azula knows that she doesn’t want to have so much as a sip of it ever again. Agni knows what would have happened if she actually finished her second glass. She clasps her hands over her belly, the swelling is lessening but a dull ache lingers.

“Here.” He offers her a glass of water.

She shakes her head, “not yet.”

He puts it aside. “You should try to get some rest.”

She nods in agreement. With any luck, she will wake feeling normal and refreshed.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Zuko #Goretober #Candy Gore #Fanfiction

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jimlingss · 6 years ago

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Jungle Park [22]

Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23

➜ Words: 5.6k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

Rarely do cases go on trial. Unlike most lawyer-related and crime television shows, family law has much less action than criminal or civil law. The most exciting things that happen are arguments that break out during mediation or reading case files and seeing all the things that transpired. Divorce can get ugly, that’s for sure. But while you rarely get to see Hoseok in a court setting duking it out with his opponent, there’s still a lot of times when you get to see his passionate side. Like now. “God, have you tried this pineapple juice?! How did they even get this into a coconut. It’s spectacular! You have to try this!” Okay, to be fair he wasn’t being passionate about his work right now, but it’s still cute and endearing. And you might just be a little whipped for this nerd. “Isn’t this supposed to be a business trip?” You have your elbow propped up on the counter of the bar, cheek in your hand as you stare out at the ocean that reflects the afternoon sunlight, blinding your vision. “It is.” “Then why are we on the beach drinking pineapple juice?” “Why not?” Hoseok smiles, all too casual in sunglasses, taupe cargo shorts and a loose flannel that screams he’s a tourist. No one would ever expect he’s a hot shot lawyer in this get-up. “Didn’t you tell me to loosen up and that it’s not always about work?” “Yeah, but this just doesn’t feel like a business trip…..at all.” “The trial finished early.” Jung Hoseok sips on his coconut, looking both cocky and comical at the same time. It was definitely a bizarre sight to behold. “I can’t tell you the details because of confidentiality, but the opponent may or may not have accepted our terms and now the father may or may not have his kids during weekends and thankfully those kids don’t or do have to be taken by the government.” The beaming sun pierces in your eyes too painfully and you look away. “...you know, Jung.” “Yes?” “I’m kind of impressed you managed to bring me here since I literally have nothing to do with your trial.” The only people that were here was Taehyung, Seokjin, Naul, and then the two of you. It’s miraculous that the lawyer snagged you, an HR manager, to be here with him. Hoseok merely shrugs. “I may or may not have a way with words.” “I’m starting to feel like your sugar baby.” The man’s mouth pulls into a smirk. He winks and leans closer until your knees and shoulders are bumping each other’s. “How much would I have to pay to spend a night with you, sweetheart?” “Double my salary and we’ll talk,” you whisper back to him in a low voice, starting to like the sound of this. His arrogant act almost crumbles into a fit of laughter, but he manages to keep it up. “How about I make this trip all-inclusive and you get free meals and you can spend two days in a hotel suite with me?” You’re the first to break, laughing and pushing him away before the bartender walks past and really thinks there’s some kind of wild arrangement going on. “How can the firm afford this many trips?” “I’m loaded, y’know.” Hoseok is being overly flirtatious and greasy — maybe the heat’s getting to him. But you hate that it’s actually working and that he knows it too. “In my wallet and in my pants.” “Oh my god.” You snort. “You’re ridiculous.” “Does that make me more appealing to you?” “Would you really want me to be a gold digger?” “You could be whatever you want and I still wouldn’t mind.” Hoseok openly ogles at your lips and your face hurts from your widening grin. “What happened to being professional?” He moves away on his own accord, laughing and throwing his arm over the back of your chair, returning to sipping on his coconut through the straw. “We stopped being professional the moment we both agreed to this. The attempt is still nice though.” Your brow is lifted and you quip, “Agree to what?” “You being my girlfriend and me being your boyfriend.” “Hold up, hold up. I never agreed to that,” you point out, bringing this conversation to a halt. “I agreed to us dating.” “And isn’t dating being boyfriend and girlfriend.” “You make it sound so juvenile, like we’re high schoolers.” “We’re still young, babe.” “Yeah?” You play into his greasy act, smiling and staring at him like you’re being seduced by a stranger at a bar in the middle of your vacation. But then you deadpan, “Tell that to your declining eyesight.” “Hey.” Hoseok sulks. “My eyesight is still good. At least I’m not blind like Namjoon.” “Didn’t you tell me your back was hurting last week?” You reach over, stealing a sip of his drink. It’s indeed strange to be having pineapple juice from a coconut, but it’s very refreshing and makes you feel rejuvenated. “That was because you blew out my back.” You nearly spit out your mouthful. It ends up sliding down your throat into the wrong pipe while you do a double take, and you end up in a wheezing and coughing fit. Hoseok’s entertained watching you die, ignoring the old couple a few seats away who was eavesdropping and are now mortified. When you manage to see the light again, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, barely containing yourself. “Why are you like this?!” “Why do I like you so much?” Hoseok grins, spinning around in the bar stool like a child with too much sugar. “Good question, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re too cute, too pretty, and too fun to tease.” You slump into a pout. “You’re mean.” “I know.” Still, Hoseok leans over and plants a kiss right on your cheek. // The three others decided to go on a sightseeing tour, a package offered by the hotel at a discount. But you and Hoseok opted out. He simply brushed it off by saying he wanted to finish something up and you said you just weren’t feeling up to it. In reality, you both ended up walking by the beach instead, having a little date on your own. You felt guilty for lying to them, but Hoseok made it all worth it. “Hey.” He smiles, approaching them in the lobby, running into the group by coincidence. “How was it?” “A lot of fun!” Taehyung already appears tanner, skin radiating with a healthy glow. “I got this hat, like it?” “It’s nice.” You nod, admiring the round straw hat. “Glad you got out and saw some sun too, Jung,” Naul notes in approval. “We thought you’d be cooped up all day working.” “Nah. Y/N and I went to grab some of those fruity drinks the front desk were raving about earlier,” he stretches the truth without batting an eyelash. “It was pretty good. You guys should try some. And I finished all my work earlier, so I’m free for the rest of the day.” “Are you guys doing anything now?” you ask them. “Do you want to eat somewhere later?” “Actually…” Jin clears his throat, arms behind his back and revealing what he’s been hiding. They’re two slips that look like movie tickets, but they’re bright blue like the ocean. The paralegal tries to play it off nonchalantly as he sweeps his fingers through his hair. “I might've won two vouchers for a spa day earlier.” Taehyung laughs and lifts his hands straight into the air, extending his arms above his head. “And he’s taking me! We also won tickets to watch a show tonight too!” Hoseok’s impressed and he takes a look at the tickets. “Wow. You guys are lucky, huh?” “Sorry.” Taehyung leans on him, smushed cheek on his shoulder and grinning mischievously. “Jin already promised to take me, boss. You can come too, but you’ll have to pay yourself.” “It’s okay.” He hands them back. “I’m going to my hotel room to rest,” Naul says, telling them about her plans. “I’m exhausted.” “She fell asleep on the bus.” Jin hitches his thumb to the woman, appallment evident in his low timbre. “Didn’t enjoy the last half of the journey.” “I’m old, I know.” She pats him on the back. “You don’t have to keep saying it.” You nod. “Looks like you all have plans then.” “Yup.” Taehyung shifts slightly, brown irises shining in his rounded eyes. “Did you want to do something with us?” “No, it’s okay. We always have tomorrow morning. Hoseok and I might head out again after freshening up and using the washroom. There’s still a lot to see, so don’t worry about us and enjoy your spa trip.” “Sounds like a plan.” Jin smiles. “Our appointment is starting soon.” “Same with mine.” Naul already has her hotel card in her hand, envisioning the bubble bath and raiding the minibar for a nice drink. In the meanwhile, no one notices the way you exchange expressions with Hoseok. You’re satisfied either way as long as you’re with him. // The diner is small with few patronages. The fryer is heard sizzling from the kitchen, bell chiming every time the front door opens, and an old lady serves you with a smile, yelling at the cooks from where she stands. It’s a cozy atmosphere, a place you would imagine existing in a smaller town. “Did Sunyi and Yoongi end up signing that form?” Hoseok cuts into his strawberry waffles with his knife, piercing it with his utensil and dipping it in the sweet syrup. “They signed it.” You slice your own fluffy pancakes, holding it out and he eats it off your fork. “But apparently it’s complicated and they’re in the process of figuring it out.” He hums, brows raising and sending an approval look at the taste. “I’m shocked that they’re...together.” “You can never be as shocked as I am,” you snicker and he cuts his waffles again, feeding you. You stuff it in your cheek, sweetness exploding on your tongue, voice muffled as you chew, “but Sunyi complained about Yoongi every single day. I would’ve never guessed they were involved with each other like that.” He agrees, exasperated at the thought. “And for two years?” “Shh…” You giggle, ducking your head. “Keep your voice down.” The corner of his lip tugs. “No one’s here.” “Okay, yeah, but Yoongi never exposed us so we shouldn’t expose him either. Ah.” You open your mouth, twirling your fork in front of his own, this time feeding him and returning the favour. Eventually, you’re both walking outside again. The breeze is cool, kissing against your warm cheeks, carding through the strands of his black hair. You’re both holding hands, fingers laced together, arms swinging back and forth, and making you laugh. “Do you think they’re a good match?” you ask in curiosity. “You’ve known them for so long...” “To be frank...I do. Yoongi’s similar to me, but he’s only passionate about selective things. I haven’t seen him so happy to tease someone before in my life. They’re cute together,” Hoseok muses. “And what about us?” You glance at him, blatantly fishing for compliments and being shameless about it. “Do you think we’re cute together?” “We’re the cutest obviously because you’re the cutest.” He boops your nose, making a high-pitched sound and you giggle, shoulders tense and cringing at his gestures. But much to your dismay, Hoseok adds on, “also, I’m the cutest.” He puckers his lips, quirking his head to the side. “Uh-huh. So cute it’s nauseating.” The fountain show begins and you momentarily stop to watch. The water spritz up into waving streams, glittering with the multicoloured lights flashing from below. It creates a mist in the air, following with the rhythm of the music playing from the stereo. There are children gathered around with their parents, big eyes amazed at the show, friends and other couples around too. “Are you cold?” “Only a little bit,” you murmur. Jung Hoseok gets closer to you. He bends his knees until his head is propped on your shoulder, arms coming to wrap around your frame before clasping his hands together. The man leans against you, giving you a side-hug, affectionate in his movements and you melt into his body heat. It’s comforting and calming, the same words you would use to describe his existence to you. “Are you ever bothered by it?” “By what?” he asks, matching your tender tone. You don’t notice that instead of looking at the water show, he’s staring at you softly. Your features are illuminated by the faint lights and it’s so pretty, Hoseok can’t keep his eyes away. “That you don’t remember?” “No...not anymore. Why? Are you bothered?” “No. I’d be more bothered if you were bothered.” He grins, slight dimples marking into each cheek. “Sometimes I feel guilty that I don’t remember, but then I look over and you’re here. We have the rest of our future together, right?” A slight noncommittal noise is made in the back of your throat, and you finally look at him, smiling. It sounds exactly like something he would say. “To be honest, it doesn’t feel all that different. You’re not that different from how you used to be.” “And how was I?” he asks while you walk away from the ice-cream parlor, mind still lingering on the topic. Hoseok’s eyes are pinned on your mouth and he motions for you to open. When you part your lips, he feeds you a spoonful of his chocolate ice-cream. “Bright, energetic, outgoing…..annoyingly obnoxious.” “Me?!” He gasps, wholly offended. “Annoyingly obnoxious?!” You laugh, holding your hand out to placate him. The man is still not satisfied until he leans down and chops on part of your vanilla ice-cream cone. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” “You’re beginning to sound like my sister.” Hoseok pouts, eating his own cold treat in his cup, scooping it up and eating with his mouth cutely downturned. “Are you talking to her these days?” “No. I should though. How is she?” “Fine. As usual. I don’t know what she’s doing these days aside from causing trouble. But speaking of which, I think my parents want you to visit soon. They keep asking me about you.” “Have they found out about us?” “No. They haven’t.” Your shoulder bumps into his and you smile. “Then...should we tell them?” Hoseok matches your smile, eyes slightly crinkled. “If you want to.” After discarding the cup, spoon, and napkins, you both wash your hands. When you leave, he’s waiting outside the washroom for you, staring up at the night sky. But when you appear in his peripheral vision again, he eases and his warm eyes are all too inviting. “We should tell them,” you decide. “It’s not good to keep your parents in the dark. I’m sure they would be happy anyways.” “Okay.” He grins. “I’m just worried they’re going to cast me aside for you again.” “Well it’s understandable. They’ve always loved me. Don’t you know how charming I am?” Laughter bubbles from his throat. He never once disagrees and reaches down to hold your hand again, walking off with no destination in mind. “How does the weekend sound or is that too soon?” “I’m fine either way. I miss Mickey too.” You turn your head, hesitating for a mere second before you decide to tell him, “you know...he used to be our dog.” “What? Really?” “Yeah, but we gave him to your parents before we moved and you went to law school.” It’s quiet for a moment, Hoseok deep in thought. You wonder if it was a mistake bringing up the past that he doesn’t remember, if somehow he’ll end up feeling guilty for forgetting again even if it’s not his fault. But then— “Maybe we should take him back.” “No.” You smile, poking his shoulder. “I’d feel bad for your parents. We can’t just take him back. Plus, he seems pretty happy living with them.” “That’s true. But it’s no wonder he ran and jumped on top of you.” You nod, looking over the horizon. The dim light of the stars appear ever so slightly, all spilling across the black sky if you stare for long enough and allow your eyes to adjust. Beside you, Hoseok slows down his pace, admiring them as well. “I think we should visit my mom too. She might not say it, but I know she’s been lonely these days.” “Should we invite her to come with us this weekend then?” he suggests. “Didn’t you say my mom and your mom were friends?” “Yeah…” You smile, happy that he remembers and is considerate enough to come up with the idea. “She’d like that.” The pair of you continue on your stroll until he comes to a stop. Hoseok squats down on the side of the road and then he picks up a flower and jumps back up again. He holds the small daisy up. “Look! It’s me!” You’re not impressed. “It’s you?” “It’s me! See?” he happily announces, showing it to you. The delicate flower has white petals, and a bright yellow center that reminds you of the colour of the sun. It’s cute and you melt into a sheepish smile, about to agree just to placate him. But then Hoseok’s eyes flicker up and he gently tucks the flower behind your ear, right by your hair. “Wow...now there are two flowers side by side.” “Oh my god,” you groan, pulling away and cringing while he laughs boisterously, quickening his pace to catch up to you. “Why? Am I wrong?” “You’re too cheesy. It’s giving me cavities.” “But you like it!” “Be thankful I like you because I wouldn’t be able to do this for anyone else.” “What do you mean?” Yet, as dumb and cute as Hoseok likes to act, you hate that he’s right. He could probably beg you to shave your head (and not like you would give in since you’re not a spineless idiot), but he’d get away with it. He could throw you into a flash mob right now, make you dance, and at the end of the day, you’d still be with this fool. And that’s why you’re watching him fiddle with this baby blue bike that he’s just rented, like watching a two-year old about to cause chaos and doing nothing to stop it. It’s just too endearing to watch him this excited and upbeat. “C’mon, get on, Y/N!” You look at the tiny rear passenger seat, sighing before getting on. “Do you even know how to ride a bike?” “Course, I do! Learnt when I was five,” he boasts like it’s so impressive, having no clue just how hard it was going to be to pedal when there are two people on. But Jung Hoseok manages. It feels like you’re in your youth again, jumping on the bike of some neighborhood boy and being taken for a ride. It’s like you’ve returned back to high school, a period before you even knew of his existence, when you were still young and naive and you didn’t know what you wanted to do. A part of you wishes you met him during that time. The two of you probably would’ve never been high school sweethearts though. You did your own thing back then and he would’ve been that outgoing kid that was all too noisy — the biggest interaction you both would’ve had is you sending a glare across the room. You quietly laugh at the thought of it. “Y/N, let’s play a game.” You hear him above the cool breeze whipping through your hair. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, head pressed against his firm backside, but you lift yourself up to make sure he hears your response. “If your game is leaving me on the side of the road, I’m going to push you off the bike right now to save myself.” A soothing laugh tinkers into the crisp air. “No, why would I do that?” Hoseok inhales a breath. It’s an empty bike path, no one ahead or behind you at this time of night. The wide ocean is to your left, waters black but illuminated by city lights and reflecting the tall buildings and cityline. “Let’s play a game. Let’s pretend…..this is twelve years ago. But the difference is that I never left you and I never got into that accident.” “Twelve years ago….?” “Ready? Let’s start.” He slows his pedaling, sitting tall while your hands are still holding onto his waist, eyes pinned to the magnificent view. “We were in the same class together twelve years ago. How old were we again?” “Twenty-one.” “Wow, we’re old now, aren’t we?” “You’re the old one, not me.” The corners of your lips raise meekly, shoulders slightly loosening from their tension. “It was a finance class, right? You sat next to me?” “We sat next to each other every day.” “Then how was your first impression of me?” he asks with a tinkering laugh, sounding all too joyful and curious, mixing with the clinking sound of the metal chains when he stops pedaling and uses the built momentum to push you both forward. “To be honest….I didn’t think anything of you.” “What?! Was it not love at first sight?” “No,” you manage through a fit of giggles. “You were just another face in the class of three hundred.” “Unbelievable. Because I know for a fact that I would’ve taken one look at you and fallen head over heels.” “Oh, yeah right!” You hit his shoulder lightly and the bike teeters from side to side, causing more giggles to ensue. “I would!” Hoseok defends. “I would’ve taken one glance at you and I would be breathless. My entire world would stop. It was probably the most romantic thing in the universe, just like all the movies. We’d beat Romeo and Juliet.” Hoseok continues with a grin, listening to your laugh behind him, “And here on your side, you thought nothing of me! I’m offended!” “You’re so full of shit!” The lawyer lets out half a scoff and the other half is a laugh. You’re scared he might stop steering and you’ll both fall over, so you hug him tighter, listening to the sound of his melodic voice. You savour his warmth, his smooth timbre, lulled by the lights sparkling from the shops, a mosaic of hues fading together like watercolour paints. “Who was the one who spoke first?” “You did.” “See? If I was the one who talked to you first, then it means I was probably already in love!” “I think you asked me for the previous class’ notes cause you missed it.” “It was a tactic, a tactic!” he tries to convince you. Eventually, the two of you get off the bike and he walks it beside him, enjoying the stroll even if you’re a bit lost and not sure where the hotel is anymore. There’s still a slight bustle on the other side of the street, a few on the shore and enjoying games. It’s an atmosphere worthy to get lost in. “—and after I bailed on meeting you at the library, you sent me a huge angry text message. I had to scroll through the entire thing, that’s how long it was. I was so scared.” You continue to recall the memories, one after another spilling from your lips, pouring all out without restraint. And Hoseok listens, providing his own commentary and thoughts, humming along. “It’s part of the push and pull tactic. You gotta show them your cold side and then your warm side. Jimin taught me.” “You didn’t even know Jimin then!” Your cheeks ache, lips upturned and unable to be put down. “He sent me a telepathic message from the future,” he says to you so confidently. You tell him about the time you ran into him at the library, the time you didn’t end up meeting him to work on the project, the time he held your hand and you were so surprised that you thought it was an accident, the first date, the first time he kissed you. You end up recalling each and every one of these memories — memories that you thought were a burden….but they aren’t. They feel like fun stories, tales that you remember were never sad in the moment until you made them that way. You recount each of them to him, some fuzzier than others and when you can’t recall the details, he fills in the blanks with his own silly thoughts, like how he wasn’t mad at you or that he probably wanted to kiss you a hundred times more. You talk about history and he talks about the future. “And then when we were twenty-five…” An inhale is stolen through your lungs and when you look at him, he already knows and squeezes your hands comfortingly. “That was the year we got engaged with each other.” He leans in with a soft smile, affectionately brushing his forehead against yours before pulling away. “Thankfully, it was just a pregnancy scare because I’m sure neither of us were ready for kids yet.” You snicker, agreeing. “Yeah.” “You were pretty stressed about planning the wedding and I was too, but it got a lot better when we handed it off to both our moms who took a hold of it,” Hoseok’s ranting and you listen to every syllable of his story, believing this fantasy as reality. His side of the story that you never knew, he fills in with whatever he wishes. The gray areas become coloured, no longer a mystery held over your own head. “Of course, they would’ve taken too much control, but we were able to pick out the little things, like the colour schemes and the kinds of flowers we wanted.” “Daisies.” “A bunch of me’s.” A rush of air comes out of your nose, too tired to laugh, but finding it still funny. “Yellow and violet colour scheme.” “I like that,” he notes in approval before moving on. “And then when we finally got married, it would be such a relief that it was all over. Not that you were turning into bridezilla or anything….but you were kind of turning into bridezilla.” “Well, of course, I want our wedding to be perfect.” “I’m just happy that we’re getting married.” Suddenly, he stops. Hoseok halts his footsteps and turns you to face him. He swallows hard, eyes locked into your irises before flickering down to your mouth. He leans down and in, tilting his head timidly and planting a kiss on your lips. It’s soft and hesitant, feather-light. It’s as if you were standing at the aisle, under the arch with people watching, sealing the union and promise of forever with a kiss. When he pulls away, a smile is on his face, watching as your eyes flutter open so slightly and you stare up at him through your lashes. You’re so beautiful, he feels an urge to kiss you again. But Hoseok represses it, pulling you along, walking and listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy shore. “Our honeymoon was a nightmare.” “How so?” Something blooms in your chest, butterflies tickling your stomach and you curl your fingers around his tighter, feeling him squeeze back in response. “We got stuck at the airport overnight because our flight got delayed, but thank god we made it.” “And where were we?” Hoseok sings a low note, considering all the places in the world before settling on one destination as he returns the rental bike. “Somewhere in French Polynesia.”’ “Fancy.” “You deserve the best.” He flashes a grin and a wink. “We’d spend a lot of time by the beach.” “Like right now?” “Like right now,” he confirms. “We’d take a helicopter ride around the island and go to a vanilla bean farm and pick fresh vanilla beans for my dad and your mom. You’d probably tell me I’m picking up too many seashells after it takes up three quarters of our luggage. But also, let’s be honest here, we wouldn’t leave our little, private overwater bungalow that often.” The mischief twinkling in his orbs only makes you give him a knowing look. “Why not?” “Well, until we break the bed and we have to call the front desk, I’m not sure I would ever want you to leave.” You expected nothing less from the man but the thought of getting maintenance and having to switch rooms because of a broken mattress makes you slightly embarrassed. While strolling together, you lean against him. Jung Hoseok is detailed, carefully describing year after year, filling in the missing time of your lives. And it sounds all too nice. “—even though Jung and Park would’ve been running for three years, Jimin wouldn’t mind us taking time off together.” “Are you sure he can handle running the office without his partner and without his HR rep?” “He can handle it and if anything, you could hire a few more people before we take the break. Didn’t you say you wanted to run an entire HR empire and be their ruler?” “I never said that.” You scoff, lightly smacking his chest. “I only wanted an assistant.” “Sure, have your little, hot, young assistant.” The way he jokingly emphasizes each word makes it sound sexual and you don’t know if you want to smack him again or if you want to laugh. “But let me tell you, I won’t be jealous.” “Why? Wouldn’t you have gotten bored of me and found me stale after being married for so long?” “Course not!” Hoseok jumps up, blinking his big eyes, and being playful all at once. “I’m just saying I wouldn’t be threatened since you’re mine. And I’d never be bored of us. Every time I’d look at you, I’d be blown away.” “That sounds exhausting,” you consider it realistically. “You’d be blown away constantly.” He laughs. “But you being pregnant would make me even more blown away!” “Wait. How many kids are you even planning? We still haven’t had this talk and we already have a kid on the way! And we’re still paying mortgage on the new house! Shouldn’t we be more responsible?” “Okay, okay. Five.” “Five?! Are you out of your mind?!” You’re almost screeching, for once being as loud as he naturally is. “You’re going to have to put insurance on my uterus!” Hoseok grins, hugging your side again. “How many kids do you want?” “Three. Or actually two seems like a good number.” “One girl, one boy?” “If it’s possible.” You nod, finding it the right number for a picture perfect family. “How about three girls?” Hoseok muses. “You don’t want any boys?” “I’d like it if they were like you,” he says. “Three little angels with mommy’s personality and daddy’s beautiful looks. What do you think?” Even if you’re joking around, you send an accusatory expression his way. “You wouldn’t want them to look like me?” “Well, if they’re too much like you, my heart might just explode with love. But I’d love them regardless, so looks like I’m getting a heart attack either way.” He dramatically shuts his eyes, placing a hand over his chest like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. You keep walking ahead, mumbling about how ridiculous he is, but your smile is unmistakable. At the end of the lovely night, you both manage to make your way back to the hotel, tired and sleepy. Neither Taehyung, Naul, or Seokjin are around to notice how you sneak into Hoseok’s room. It feels like you’re breaking the rules or back when you sneak into each other’s houses during spring break without either of your parents knowing. You slip off your shoes, exhausted after spending the entire day outside, and you collapse on the plush bed side-by-side with Hoseok as he finishes writing up the future. “—and then at one hundred years old, we would die together, just like this.” “Like this?” You turn and he does too, both facing each other in the peacefulness of the room. “Together. Peacefully sleeping in bed….or like that old couple in the titanic.” You prop yourself up onto one elbow, eyeing him. “Isn’t this too morbid?” “Is it?” The corner of his mouth lifts and spreads into a grin. Hoseok opens his arms and rolls right on top of you. You’re stuck in your spot and he laughs, tickling your sides slightly until you wheeze and beg for mercy. Then he calms down, nuzzling against you like some kind of cuddle bug. “I mean, we’d be reborn and we could do it all over again.” “Are you sure you want to spend lifetime after lifetime with me?” You stare into his eyes, murmuring from your slightly parted lips, caught off guard with what a hopeless romantic he is. The man lifts his arms and holds your cheek in his palms, legs on either side of you. He leans down, pecking your lips once gently, finding no need to deepen the kiss and seek something different. “It would be my absolute pleasure, Y/N.” You melt into a sheepish smile and after another extended moment of silence, of feeling his body pressed against yours, his scent surrounding your frame, you muse, “It sounds nice.” “Which part?” “All of it.” “I’m glad.” Hoseok finally lays down, slightly crushing you, but he places his ear over chest, right where your heartbeat is. He shuts his eyes and listens. “It’s my goal to make you happy.” You wrap your arms around his head, holding him close, becoming more and more sleepy. “I’m very happy, Jung Hoseok.” And you mean it. You’re happy that he’s here. Happy that he’s in your life again. Happy that you’re both slowly, but surely going to make all these dreams and fantasies into reality.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok scenario #UGH this fluff #get it out outta here

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koiyyo · 5 years ago

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a request thing and then a question for all of you! request: how would all the classes celebrate april fool’s day? whether it be pranks or just chillin | and the ask: how’re you holding up during quarantine? have you picked up on any new hobbies?

hey!! mod kiwi here!! thanks for the ask, anon! ^^

here we go! all of the classes celebrating april fools!

written by mod kiwi, mod irusu, mod corn

edited by mod irusu

starting off with dr1! (plus komaru!)

makoto

tells everyone that he was going to get everyone gifts for april fools’ but he forgot to buy them

actually did buy gifts

“see?? the prank is that.. i said that i forgot to get you guys gifts… but i actually remembered..!!! ahahaha!!”’

just… wholesome pranks only

either cries or is just really confused when anyone pranks him

no inbetween

kyoko

doesn’t do pranks or anything

knows when people are trying to prank her

points out that she knows the person is trying to prank her

except if that person is makoto

she acts like she doesn’t know what makoto is doing and then acts surprised

byakuya

“april fools? isn’t that for children?”

gets really pissed when people prank him

slightly more or less pissed when makoto pranks him

but is… kind of grateful when makoto reveals what his prank was

VERY pissed when toko/jill pranks him

just. pissed in general

sayaka

enjoys pranking people

“here’s some lemonade! :)” “HA, IT’S ACTUALLY PEE!!! BAHAHAHA!!!”

it isn’t actually piss. it’s watered down pineapple juice or some shit like that

“..can i have it back though”

thinks it’s funny when people prank her, most of the time

“leon please leave me alon e”

junko

fucking LOVES pranks

makes sure to prank everyone at least twice

her pranks are very complex. she plans them months beforehand

tries to get mukuro to help her with her pranks

usually fails

loses her shit when people prank her

go crazy aaa go stupid aaa

mukuro

doesn’t really understand pranks

her pranks are just. pointing a gun at someone and pretending like she’s about to shoot them

scared makoto to death with one of her ‘pranks’

is just confused when people prank her

junko convinced her to dress up like her,, multiple ‘pranks’ ensued

chihiro

doesn’t really try to prank people that often

when he does prank people… wow are they complex pranks

his pranks are fun and harmless!

usually knows when people are trying to prank him

mondo

thinks pranks are great

usually fails when trying to prank someone

just trying his best

either laughs or gets angry when someone pranks him

it really depends on the person

taka

his pranks aren’t even pranks tbh

usually upset when people prank him.. usually

“that’s a violation of the rules..!!”

but when they tell him it’s a prank he calms down

toko

doesn’t really get the point of april fools

whenever someone pranks her she starts ranting about how everyone thinks she’s disgusting so that’s why they’re pranking her

at some point she tried to use a mistletoe on byakuya despite it being april fools

her pranks are usually harmless but everyone fears she has a greater plan in mind..

most adventurous prank she did was switch komaru’s manga with actual books

jill

toko sneezes from a pepper-related prank and jill goes absolutely batshit crazy

then she realizes what day it is

oh no

her “pranks” involve holding a hostage until byakuya looks at her

hiro

people hide his weed as a “prank”

results in him crying so they just,, tell him where it is

“30% chance that you’re gonna die today.. a ha ha?”

isn’t sober enough to think of good pranks

antagonizes gullible people

hina

thinks throwing food at people is a prank

gets pouty when she’s pranked

whines to sakura about it

when she gets pranked its just,, high pitched screaming

does not matter what it is

sakura

lets hina on her shoulders

they put a white sheet on,, and pretend to be a ghost

doesn’t fool anyone

except for dummies like hiro, prompts an exorcism

most “pranks” go over her head, she just maintains a stoic expression

celeste

set things on fire as a prank

until firefighters were called

keeps a stoic face like sakura when she’s pranked

will give a condescending laugh

hifumi

his ‘pranks’ consist of hiding hentai around

no one enjoys this. NO ONE. except tsumugi?

just. shocked when people prank him

will push up his glasses and pretend like he knew it was a prank

he didn’t. smh my head these hoes ain’t loyal

leon

“sayaka get pranked pleas e marry me”

that’s all you’re getting

“bro i’m so ugly.. just kidding april fools (:”

will fist fight those who prank him

,,well,,, try to

falls for every. prank.

EVERY. PRANK.

komaru

is usually the hostage that jill holds

just vibing

helps makoto and toko with their pranks

will always pretend to be scared / shocked

“omg.. you got me.. wahh”

dr2!!

hajime

what the hell is a prank

his response is always old man grumbling

“DAMN kids.. damn april..”

just vibes with chiaki the whole day

almost strangled nagito for a prank doe

bless this man

nagito

doesn’t prank people because “me? pranking the ultimates? nooo, trash like me could never do such a thing..”

…does prank hajime sometimes, though

LOVES when he’s pranked, no matter what the prank is

“for an ultimate to put time and effort into playing a prank on trash like me… how wonderful!”

just does nagito things

chiaki

doesn’t prank people all that much

when someone pranks her she blinks before laughing awkwardly

she never gets mad because she’s nice like that

the only “prank” she’s done was BRUTAL..

she stole hajime’s switch and made rosie leave his acnh town

ibuki

FUCKING LOVES PRANKS

pranks all day. pranks every second. you’re never safe around her on april fools’

plots with junko

the type to put paint up on open doors and cause them to fall on people

constant screaming, in fear or to cause fear

mikan

“h-huh? you.. pranked me..??”

very confused, 24/7

doesn’t prank people. barely understands what pranks are

gets pranked by ibuki every 2 seconds. bless her soul

usually the one to help everyone clean up the aftermaths of pranks

mahiru

she never pranks anyone

usually against pranks

when someone gets pranked she immediately scolds whoever did it

she helped with a single prank and immediately apologized for it

peko

what the hell is a prank x2

over protective of fuyuhiko

people have to tell her it’s a prank so she calms down

someone told her fuyuhiko died as a prank, she sobbed despite seeing him in front of her

“someone” was hiyoko

akane

only does food related pranks

usually ends up eating the food before she can prank you with it

enjoys hina’s pranks cause it involves food

just trying to vibe and cromch

fuyuhiko

“god i fuCKING HATE APRIL FOOLS’”

,,,fucking hates pranks

tries his best to protect peko

she tends to get pranked a fair bit anyway

sonia

“aha! i have pranked you! get.. pranked!”

you can usually tell when she’s trying to prank you

very supportive of pranks

“that was very funny! good job!”

kazuichi

really gay pranks

“b-bro it was just a prank bro i’m not gay bro i swear bro it was for the prank bro,, bro,, bro i–”

tries to get people to spy on sonia with him to “prank her”

no one agrees to join him

teruteru

makes bad food as ‘pranks’

tries to get the girls to wear lewd things, as a ‘prank’

heavy quotation marks on prank

just a horny dude as per usual

imposter

scoffs anytime someone tries to prank them

thinks pranking is child’s play

finds it funny when others get pranked doe

hiyoko

this is HER day to shine,, no one else

no one will escape her wrath

constantly lets bugs loose

has spent everyday planning, has customized plans for nearly everyone,,,

kicks people in the groin if they prank her, male or not

gundham

tried to put a spell on himself so people legally can’t prank him

it failed, had a pie thrown in his face

the four dark devas of destruction licked his face clean,,

is extra cautious so his furry children don’t get caught in prank crossfire

kokichi once took one of the dark devas as a prank…

gundham has NEVER forgiven him and probably never will

nekomaru

will yell at any prank in fear

locked someone in the bathroom as a prank

let them out cause he had to use it,,

isn’t good at pranks pray for him

dr v3!

shuichi

doesn’t get pranked a lot because he just starts crying

almost had a heart attack one year

doesn’t understand how kaede can have so much fun

his only ‘pranks’ are him accidentally scaring people at 9 pm when he is scavenging the kitchen for grated cheese,,

targeted by kokichi and kaede majority of the time

maki

will literally stab anyone who tries to prank her

except maybe kaede and kaito

bc they’re babies

one time kokichi hid all her weapons as a prank

she beat him to death

himiko

her ‘pranks’ are just magic tricks

will hex you if you say her magic pranks aren’t real

sleeps most of the day so no one really pranks her

also the fact that tenko is her bodyguard scares people away

“i have to much mana fear doesn’t effect me”

kaede

avid prankster

really wholesome doe, nothing to extreme

her jumping around a corner and yelling boo is considered a prank

attempts to play bdum tsh with piano keys

tries to act like she doesn’t scared,,, she really does

rantaro

really chill the entire day

not a lot of the pranks get him so he just awkwardly laughs

kokichi put a bucket on his head as a prank

kept it on the whole day. learned echolocation.

doesn’t really like pranking, too lazy

kirumi

scolds people for pranking

especially kokichi

isn’t one to prank really

thought adding extra vanilla to a cake was a ‘prank’

anytime she gets scared she beats the person with a broom

ryoma

people don’t prank him

they just can’t see him. too short.

stoic the whole day

judgemental glares to everyone the whole day

vibing

korekiyo

who let the cryptid learn about april fools

will constantly harass angie about “atua doesn’t exist,, jk april fools”

throws shedded snake skin at people?? and occult books?? as a prank

“who wants to summon satan.. but only as a prank”

pretends to be people’s sleep paralysis monster

(doesn’t need to pretend for me -irusu)

angie

has beaten korekiyo with a bible multiple times

thinks pranking people won’t make atua happy

anytime she’s scared she yells “atua is displeased”

tenko

beats up all the boys as a ‘prank’

will literally DESTROY anyone who pranks himiko

it doesn’t matter how harmless the prank is

really nice and forgiving to the girls

no mercy. will beat up the babiest of baby boyes. even makoto :(

makoto is terrified of tenko on april fools’ for this reason

miu

horny time horny time horny time horny ti

only plays pranks that are sexual in some way

TERRIFIED when people prank her

it doesn’t matter what the prank is

angry at them afterwards

tries to get kaede to play the pornhub intro theme on a piano

gonta

doesn’t get pranks

will still get spooked

didn’t even know hiyoko was pranking him because he cherished the bugs,,,

“wow..! gonta thanks hiyoko for these bugs! happy day!”

is to nice/confused to prank anybody

just doing his best

kaito

doesn’t prank people but is very supportive of other people pranking each other

the victim of most pranks because of how nice he is about it

got dared to prank kokichi once

you can guess how it went

kokichi

oh no

OH NO

stay away from him at all costs

rantaro and shuichi tried to be nice since everyone was avoiding him and tried to hang out with him

he gave them meat cupcakes

nobody ever pranks him because he holds grudges and will give you payback

his pranks are always wildcards. from dumping flour on maki to a whole entire elaborate prank just to make fun of kiibo being a robot, you never know

kiibo

“wait, what?”

gets targeted by kokichi

has no clue what a prank is

tries his best

has to get the prank explained to him when he gets pranked then he thinks it’s funny

tsumugi

treats hifumi putting hentai everywhere as an easter egg hunt

“pranks” people by putting on anime on their tv then leaving

thinks people pranking her is funny and laughs every time

mostly condescending laughs

as for your question.. well, we’re all doing pretty good i think! (hopefully)

personally i’m not that affected bc,, i usually never leave the house often anyway,,, i’m not lonely bc i have you guys and all the other mods… love yall! i haven’t really gotten into new hobbies but i might get back into watercolor painting if i have the time (which i probably do)! -mod kiwi

my schedule hasn’t changed because i don’t have a life so.. but i’ve been playing animal jam! for some reason! :) also got into your turn to die. if corn can spread her anime propaganda i can spread mine - mod irusu bro. u are my life ;flsuhed: -mod kiwi BRO - mod irusu

still an avid gremlin. my only hobbies rn are rewatching jojo and haikyuu, crying over it, and harassing the other mods with my stupidity. (narancia best boy watch jjba 2020) -mod corn

mod cass is busy getting a virus for a butterfly game she played when she was like 10. let’s assume she’s like the rest of us - mod irusu

mod chie is fucking dead but,,, as far as i know he’s doing good :)) being horny rabid man as usual :)) he’s always asleep when we make posts bc he has a relatively normal sleep schedule

-mod kiwi

update on cass: shes opening wine files now help

no i havent ivee been hungrye - mod dragon

?? no clue what that means either but best im gonna get from her - mod irusu

thanks for reading!

-mod kiwi

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #april fools #mod kiwi #mod irusu #mod corn

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hope-for-olicity · 6 years ago

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Pumpkin Spice and Football 7/?

Felicity is the new Social Media Coordinator for the New York Jets, Oliver is the veteran quarterback - their worlds will change when they literally collide.

I LOVE the Fall and I hope you do too! This story will focus on all the fabulousness that Fall has to offer including NFL football. That being said, you don’t have to like football to like this story. This story is also available on AO3.

Thanks so so much to the AMAZING @mel-loves-all for the moodboard!

7. Sick

It turned out Felicity was right. Something Oliver was soon going to realize was the usual course of things. Instead of the press attacking him for keeping a secret, he was praised for helping out his family’s business. Between the news of his personal life and the Jets going 8-2 so far, this was the best year of Oliver’s professional career.

The team had flown in late last night from Miami. Felicity skipped the trip as she was feeling under the weather. He sent her some video from his phone to post. Oliver wanted to check on her but didn’t want to disturb if she was sleeping.

It was Monday, he knew Felicity had brunch plans with her friends but he could invite her for dinner her smiled as he picked up his phone.

Oliver: Hope you are feeling better

Oliver: Missed you yesterday

Oliver: Would you be up for a home cooked meal this evening?

Oliver: I’m leaning toward a cheat day with pasta :)

Oliver put his phone down, pretending he wasn’t waiting for the buzz.

*****

Felicity grabbed a tissue as she sneezed. Her head felt like it weighed a million pounds. She thought working from home would do the trick yesterday, apparently not. She felt like she was going to die. Her phone buzzed on her nightstand.

Felicity: Welcome back

Felicity: I missed you lots

Felicity: I’d love dinner but I’m still sick

Felicity: Can’t make the star qb sick, his fans would kill me

Felicity: cough, sneeze, cough

*****

Oliver smiled. It was so sweet that she cared.

Oliver: I’m going to let you in on a secret

Oliver: I don’t get sick

Oliver: Are you going to brunch?

Felicity: I’m dying

Felicity: No brunch

Felicity: No dinner

Felicity: No fun

Felicity: No welcome back kisses :(

Oliver: Okay, rest up. I need my welcome back kisses BADLY

Oliver: I’ll be by later

Oliver decided to make his famous chicken soup. He just had to run out to get supplies.

*****

Felicity snuggled under the covers. She didn’t deserve Oliver Queen, he really was too wonderful. They had not gone public with their relationship yet. They told Coach Lance and Oliver’s agent John Diggle as well as their close friends. They wanted to make sure they weren’t breaking any rules. They were given the go-ahead to go public but decided to wait.

Thanksgiving was fast approaching, Felicity was very excited to spend her first with a traditional family. Oliver told his family they were together, he said they were happy for him. She so hoped this was true.

Felicity closed her eyes thinking of Thanksgiving, she woke to a soft knocking on her bedroom door. She slowly opened her eyes to see Oliver.

“Hey,” Oliver spoke softly, “I used my key so as not to wake you but then how would you know about the soup?” Oliver smiled.

“Soup?” Felicity poked her nose out from under the covers. “Brr, it’s cold in here.”

Oliver took a seat at the end of her bed. “I know, I think you forgot to turn on the heat. I turned it on for you. I also put the soup on your stove burner to heat.”

Felicity looked worried. “Is there smoke?”

“No.” Oliver tried not to look alarmed. “Why would there be smoke?”

Felicity shook her head, quickly grabbed a tissue before sneezing again. “It’s just I’ve never used it before, usually when I use the stove there is smoke….” Her voice trialled off, she looked sheepish.

“Okay, I’m an experienced stove user so you don’t need to worry. No smoke.” Oliver reassured. Felicity looked so cute bundled up under a dozen blankets with her pink nose and messy hair. He knew better than to say it but he simply adored her.

“Thank you for the soup. You are too good to me. But Oliver, you need to go home! Wash your hands, take a shower, you must disinfect!” Felicity began to shoo him away with her hands.

Oliver chuckled. “No. I’m a big strong man with a strong immune system. I’m here to take care of my girlfriend. It’s okay that I call you that?”

Felicity practically beamed. “I like that.”

“Good, I do too.” He knew he was smiling at her like an idiot. “So, what do you want to do? Do you want me to bring you soup in bed? It’s important we get some liquids in you.”

Felicity began to cough.

Oliver rushed out of the room, returning with a glass of water that Felicity gratefully accepted. She took a few careful sips. “Sorry, guess I should go get some cough medicine.”

“No need! I brought you everything!” Oliver smiled hoping he was scoring boyfriend points.

“You did? What did you get?” Felicity began to get out of bed, quickly sat back down. “Oops,” she blushed. “Did that a little too quickly.”

Oliver got up to help Felicity get up. She was a little steadier on her feet the second time. “I take this means you are getting up”

Felicity walked over to her dresser. “Yes, I’ll put on a fresh pair of comfy clothes then meet you in the kitchen.”

“I’ll be waiting. Call if you need me.” Oliver closed the door behind him.

Felicity smiled she really did have the best boyfriend. She’d never had a boyfriend take care of her when she was sick, it was kind of, no really nice.

*****

Felicity shuffled out into the kitchen in her bunny slippers, leggings, a Jets t-shirt and one of his old Jets hoodies.

“Okay, I wasn’t going to say anything but now I have to. Felicity Smoak you are adorable.” Oliver quickly put some soup on the small table for her. Followed by a tall glass of water.

He took the seat across from her, watching Felicity crinkle her nose.

“What? You don’t like it? You haven’t even tried it yet.” Oliver pushed her bowl closer to her.

Felicity rose her hands in defence. “It’s not that. I’m just wondering, where is your soup?”

“The soup is for you. To make you better. I’m good.”

“What if I said it would make me feel better if you ate the soup too? I don’t want you to get sick. I’ve been breathing all over you. Breathing my yucky germs, I mean.” Felicity began to eat her soup. “This is amazing, Oliver. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Oliver chuckled. “Felicity, I doubt anything about you is yucky, including your germs. If you insist I’ll have some soup if it will make you feel better but first let me show you what I brought you.” Oliver grabbed a bag from the kitchen island. He began placing the items on the table in front of her. “I got cough syrup which will also help with your head cold, the pharmacy said this was fine as long as you don’t have asthma. I got apple juice, orange juice and pineapple juice because I wasn’t sure which one you liked. I got you a chocolate bar and ice cream which I put in the fridge and freezer respectively. Some magazines,” Oliver tossed some a People, a Wired, a Vanity Fair and Sports Illustrated on the table. “Finally, I got you this,” he pulled out a stuffed Tardis. “It’s the right one, I think, it has a Doctor Who tag.”

Felicity slowly got up, walked toward Oliver. Who was looking a little worried. She hugged him. Germs be damned. “Thank you, Oliver. I love it all. I’ve never had anyone spoil me like you do. You make me feel so special.” Tears began to form in her eyes.

“Hey,” Oliver hugged her tight. “Don’t cry. I’m glad you like the stuff. It’s supposed to help you get better.”

“Well, it does. Your soup has magical healing powers.” Felicity beamed up at him.

“You best finish it then.” Oliver gestured for her to sit again.

They spent the rest of the day together. In the end, Oliver did get a minor cold. Felicity felt awful but he assured he was a big tough man and it was totally worth it.

*****

As Oliver and Felicity remained professional at work, no one outside the people they told knew about their relationship. Oliver really was amazed given how the press followed him that their secret remained a secret. They both knew they were living on borrowed time.

Which was why when they were cornered by photographers while packing Oliver’s SUV for their Thanksgiving trip, Felicity put Team Olicity plan into action.

First, after the encounter, she scrolled through media outlets and social media to see if they were being talked about. She insisted, but Oliver disagreed that the press might think she’s his assistant.

As Oliver drove, Felicity scanned on her phone. Making little noises now and then.

Finally, Oliver couldn’t take the silence anymore. It was weird. Felicity was never silent. “Well?”

“We’ve been outed,” Felicity said sadly.

“Finally!” Oliver was overjoyed.

“What do you mean finally? You wanted this? Why didn’t you say anything?” Felicity felt confused. She knew her whole life was about to change. She had already seen trolls on Twitter saying she was too fat and nowhere good enough for Oliver Queen.

“Felicity, I am so proud to be your boyfriend. I want to shout it out to the world! The only reason I haven’t as I know you didn’t ask for this. For the attention, you will receive. I will try my best to protect you but you, more than most, know how people can be awful. That being said.” Oliver looked away from the road for a quick second to hand her his phone. “Can you tweet my tweet?” He gave her a quick smile that was only for her.

Team Olicity already had a tweet written and a pic to attach. Felicity had loved the idea of them controlling the story when it was hypothetical but now that it was happening she was freaking out. Like, what if Oliver changed his mind tomorrow. She’d lose her job, her reputation, everyone would laugh as they knew she wasn’t good enough for him.

Felicity was so caught up in her own personal mental freakout that she didn’t realize Oliver pulled over at a rest stop.

Oliver turned to face her. “Breath, baby, just breath. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. We are going to talk about this. Everything is going to be okay. Just breath.” Truthfully, Oliver thought he’d be the one freaking out. Felicity was always so calm and collected. Seeing her freak out was a little reassuring.

Slowly, Felicity began to breathe evenly. “Sorry, about that.”

Oliver pulled her close for an awkward car hug. “No need for sorries. This will be big change for you. And you more than most, being so connected to social media, know this. Just remember, I know you, nothing these trolls say is true.” Before Felicity, realized it was happening Oliver had taken both their phones back from her. He saw the trolls comment about her being fat and not good enough.

“I need you to listen to me. Felicity, you are not fat. Being fat is not bad but you are not. If you gain or lose weight for whatever reason, it will change nothing. No matter your body type, you are too good for me.” Oliver wiped a tear that slid down Felicity’s cheek. “I love you and I want the whole world to know it.”

Felicity’s eyes widened. “You love me?” She took off her glasses, wiping the tears from her eyes before putting them back on.

“Yep. I have for some time now. Maybe since the first time, you spilt a latte on me.” He chuckled.

“I love you, Oliver. I was worried about saying it too soon but I’ve never felt this way before. I just hope that everyone knowing won’t change things.” Felicity smiled hopefully.

“We won’t let it.” Oliver leaned forward to kiss placing a soft kiss on Felicity’s lips. The kiss quickly escalated.

Finally, Felicity pulled back. “Best not start something we can’t finish.” She smiled. They hadn’t slept together yet but she had a feeling it would be soon. Truthfully, she couldn’t wait.

Oliver smiled at her slyly. Then picked up his phone. Copied the text they planned into a tweet, attached a pic of them before turning the phone to Felicity. “Look good?”

Felicity sighed. “Looks perfect.” She hit tweet.

I am happy to confirm that I am in a relationship with @FelicitySmoakNYJets. Ms. Smoak and I met when she took on the role of Social Media Coordinator for the New York Jets this year. We are both very happy. We ask that you respect our privacy. #GoJets

(Not my photo)

So hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)

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linoholic · 6 years ago

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Poly!Jaepil

Requested: @skylions-den asked: I saw that you write for Day6! Hehe I didn’t know, may I have poly Jae and Wonpil?

Pairing: Day6 Jae x Wonpil x Reader

Genre: poly!au

Warnings: I mean, it has Wonpil so major fluff warnings (though not as bad as a Dopil fic would be)

So I has almost finished this when I accidentally deleted it instead of posting it last night because it was like 3am and I was dead. And so I had to rewrite it, hence why it is pretty short and not all that great. But I hope you enjoy my dear, since you have been supporting me so well ^^

I was going to make this a college

Until I realised that literally everything would be the same except for the fact that, ya know, they were in college

Anyway

So!

You have been friends with Amber for a while, being one of many in her friendship circle

You got to know her when you moved to LA

You had bumped into her in a store while she was filming a blog, not knowing who she was or anything

She was making a joke to the camera, and you, being the outgoing and self proclaimed funny person you are, decided to turn around and answer back with a joke of your own

Which was successful in making Amber burst out laughing, immediately introducing herself

You were fast friends, with you often showing up in her videos considering both her and her subscribers loved your sense of humour

You even got blessed with the nickname ‘Chickpea’ - the subject of that first joke

As a result, you quickly got blessed with the chance of getting to know her other friends, famous or not

About a week or so after you met her, she made you react to f(x) music videos

The world thanks God that she got your reaction to finding out she is a part of one of the most loved female kpop groups (this was your descent into the madness that is kpop)

But alas, this isn’t an Amber scenario despite my deep love for her

Amongst all her friends, one of the ones you immediately clicked with was a certain person who went by Jae

You met a few years after you first met Amber

You had moved to Seoul at this point

You had worked basically running a pretty big companies social media for a few years, and after being encouraged by Amber, had applied for similar positions at a few companies in Korea

And you had fallen in love with the idea of living there after hearing stories about the food and the people and the culture from Amber, and had decided that you needed a change from LA and it’s constant sun, a place with four seasons perhaps

So after a crash course in Korean and an acceptance letter from a company, you got a work visa, a plane ticket and long term hotel room booked and off you went, with promises to visit all your friends in California

Sadly, Amber couldn’t be with you, still having stuff to do in the US, and so you had to settle in alone, not that you had much to do yet since you were living out of a hotel room while you found an apartment

But she didn’t leave you completely alone

She had told Jae of your arrival and asked if he would check up on you for her, to make sure you weren’t lying about settling in well

Turns out he didn’t have to go far to find you

Just down the hallway of his workplace actually

Because yes, you had managed to snag a job at JYP entertainment

Despite picking up the language pretty quickly, you still defaulted to English at first, having to remember to switch to Korean for most conversations

So imagine your surprise when you bumped into someone and they answered back in English when you said “Oh, sorry!”

Looking up from the papers that had you distracted, you see a pretty tall, bespectacled guy standing in front of you

And of course, in a country full of people speaking one language, your going to be drawn to someone that speaks your own language, in an accent you recognise no less

So you shift the papers under one arm, holding your other hand out for a handshake

“Hi, I’m y/n, a new employee here,” you say, smiling widely

Taking your hand, Jae replies with, “Nice to meet you, I’m Jae - wait, Amber’s y/n?”

“…I guess so? You know Amber? Wait, Jae as in Day6 and JaeSix? How the fuck did I not recognise you?”

“Yep. That’s me. I guess I’m pretty famous then”

“Nah, not you, just your resemblance to a certain character”

“I’d you say the name I will tell Amber that I found you crying your eyes out in some random back alley and you’ll have to put up with her mothering you”

“…Chicken Little…” is all you say before zooming out of there with the Sonic music running through your head

That isn’t the last time you see Jae

You see him pretty often in fact, considering you work in the same building

And with your similar senses of humour, it doesn’t take long for you to consider him a friend, and him you

Phone numbers are exchanged quickly, memes are sent, you roast him and he roasts you

You even end up cameoing in a JaeSix video, which excited the viewers who knew you from What the Pineapple

And he was kind enough to help you out with your Korean, after teasing you when you said something completely wrong in a certain context

It’s a sweet(?) friendship

And with Jae comes the rest of Day6 behind him

While Jae remains your best friend out of the group, you become close with the others as well

They all come to love you and your high Jae tolerance

One person in particular takes a special liking toward you

When Jae first introduced you to the band, Wonpil thought you were cute

Scratch that, he found you straight up gorgeous

And when you talked more, it was obvious he had started crushing on you

Whenever you came round with Jae, his ears would turn red and he would turn especially shy, you all know how I mean

The rest of Day6 knew of this crush, and of course they all teased him about it

Usually they spared him and did it alone, but sometimes they teased him in front of you, not that you ever really caught on

Jae was the main perpetrator at first, doing the whole “you like my friend” sort of thing

But as time went on, and Wonpils feelings got more serious than a simple highschool crush, Jae started getting confused

All he knew was that he loved when you smiled at him, and hated when you smiled the same big smile at Wonpil, or cooed over how cute the younger boy was, or praised his singing and talent on a piano

What made him confused, was that on one hand, he wanted you to praise him instead, call him funny and handsome and all that jazz

And on the other hand, he felt a little protective of Wonpil

There was one time he thought “But that’s my Wonpil”, which ended up with him standing in the shower having an existential crisis

He ended up ranting to Brian about it all, who just said, “Bro, you like them both. Ask them out.”

And then Brian decided to be a snake, and go to you and tell you everything

Jaes feelings, Wonpils feelings, your feelings that he had been figuring out and gossiping about with Sungjin

Because he knew Jae would avoid asking anyone out, especially if it meant losing his “I hate Wonpil” image, and instead just sulk around

And there is no way Wonpil would have the balls to do so, at least according to Brian

After talking to you, you had an epiphany

You had always lowkey had feelings for Jae, but you had written them off as the fact that he was your first friend in Korea

And how could someone not love Wonpil?

You knew you should probably confess to them, and so you did

You were thinking of doing something a little extra, like singing one of their songs to them or something, but decided that you’d rather not die of embarrassment when Jae inevitably teases you over it

So you simply took them both out to a barbeque place before randomly confessing to them in the middle of eating

To put it simply, you created two wraps and fed them to the two boys while saying “for you because I fancy you, and for you because I fancy you too!”

And then you sat there as what you said sunk in, and their eyes widened as they both struggled to swallow the food in a hurry

(to this day Jae makes fun of you for almost killing your boyfriends before they even became you boyfriends)

It was completely spontaneous and really caught them off guard

Somehow both surprisingly and unsurprisingly, Wonpil was the one to speak first, confessing his own feelings with a red face and small voice

Leaving Jae sitting more flustered than you had ever seen in his life

(You lowkey wish you had a camera to capture the sight)

After a bit of poking and prodding he came out with an “You two are alright I guess”

Which is basically Jae talk for “I am hopelessly in love with the both of you”, something you and Wonpil know

And so that meal the rest of the night is officially your first date

It’s a bit awkward at first, the transitioning into a romantic relationship

But pretty soon you all settle into your new roles as significant others as things are talked through and you all get used to different boundaries and such

At first you all keep it quiet, unsure of how it would affect the band and everything

But when the Wonpil starts sneaking into Jaes bed more than others at nights in the dorm; when Jae starts teasing Wonpil and you the tiniest bit less; when you start showing up at band practice and pay more attention to the two than them, they start catching on that something may have happened

They once confronted you all about it, to which the two boys vehemently denied it while you sat in the background snorting at their antics, sipping apple juice and watching Dowoon play WoW on his laptop (cuz he already knows thanks to Wonpil gushing to him as soon as he got back from your first date, and he would prefer to stay out of that mess thank you very much)

Young K and Sungjin were proven right when you started getting hungry and called out “Babe!” and both Jae and Wonpil turn to face asking “Yes?” only to immediately face Sungjin and Young K with fear in their eyes who both have their arms crossed with a 'we knew it’s look on their faces

Though, the two of them regret exposing the relationship when the three of you start showing affection in front of them

Although, they are glad that it means they are now lower on the list of people Wonpil is affectionate with, especially Sungjin

Because you better believe that Wonpil is always clinging onto you or Jae if either of you are within 100m of him

As much as Jae pretends to hate it, you often come home to find the two snuggled on your couch after a long day spent in the recording studio or at concerts, Wonpil lying happily in Jae’s arms as the elder runs his hand through his hair

Or you see Jae leaning down to press a kiss to Wonpils forehead when the younger is stressing out about things

And it warms your heart because there is nothing you love more than seeing your boyfriends in love

You can be sure that as soon as they notice you Wonpil is dragging you over and soon it is just a mess of limbs and hair colours

Unknown to you and Wonpil, Jae secretly goes to the big man JYP himself asking for permission on the relationship and such because he does want to show the two of you off

And when he gets the go ahead to reveal the relationship

You can bet that he is vlogging dates and such for JaeSix, which is how he reveals he is dating you and Wonpil

And my god do the MyDays celebrate

The amount of tweets Jae gets sent his way saying stuff like “I knew JaePil was real’ and 'I did ship y/n and Amber but you cute I guess’ (yes that was from Amber herself)

You often end up scolding Jae because he uses the fact that he is in a relationship to tease all his single friends

And even his not so single friends

"You only have one significant other while I have two (2) whole people who love me unconditionally…not counting all my fans of course I love you MyDays”

Sometimes people do question the relationship

And not over the fact that it’s a polyamorous relationship, but because sometimes it seems like your relationship hasn’t changed from your friendship at all

Because Jae still teases and makes fun of you both, Wonpil has always been a clingy, cuddly baby and things like that

But it’s mainly because you are all super comfortable with each other and hyper aware of how each other feels about various things

For example, you and Wonpil know Jae isn’t too big on PDA and so you and Wonpil make sure that he is comfortable with anything you do, asking before you so much as hold his hand

Though in private you and Wonpil will most definitely just glomp him at random whether he likes it or not, usually as revenge for him eating your leftovers or for calling Wonpil a snake the hundredth time that day

Now, our boys are musicians, and so you better get ready for songs dedicated to you if you ever go to their concerts, which is often because you want to support your boyfriends in their career (though you also go cuz their concerts are lit and MyDays know how to get lit)

And some songs may even get written about you

*Cue Young K in the background whining about how the songs are getting sappy and not heartbreaking like usual*

If you don’t already know how to, be prepared to learn how to play the guitar and piano

Because there is no way Jae is giving up the chance to be greasy and cliche and do the whole 'sit behind you guiding you hands’ thing

Not much gets done during these sessions as Jae ends up being easily distracted by your closeness

I’m not saying makeout sessions but that’s exactly what I’m saying

And when Wonpil tries teaching to use the keyboard, not much gets done either

Mainly because you just love watching him all concentrated, his pretty fingers dancing over the keys and so you pout to convince to play you “just one more song”

If you’re lucky he’ll sing as well, blessing you with his vocals

Though he often ends up a blushing mess because you sit beside him staring intently at him with total hearts in your eyes (as Jae gags in the background acting as if he isn’t also enamoured by Wonpils voice)

Wonpil is always raiding yours and Jaes closets for any clothes he can wear, which you can’t complain about because you do the exact same thing

Jae on the other hand likes to complain whenever he sees one of you wearing his clothes, though secretly he absolutely loves it, he just wants to keep up his cool image

And both of them are constantly bringing up the Pink Sweater™ debate, trying to bring you to their side

Jae takes it personal when he goes to your apartment one day to find you chilling in said sweater; he acts all offended and refuses any and all affection til you and Wonpil bribe him by taking him out to dinner

There is a group chat the three of you have which is a complete mess

It’s filled with Jae’s memes, Wonpil selfies and exclamations of love and you worrying over whether they are eating and sleeping enough

Especially when the two are away on tour and you can’t go with them

Though on those occasions you’ll often get voice notes from them, alone or together, of them singing for you

Because they know how much you love their voices as you often get them to sing you to sleep whenever they spend nights with you

Well, to be honest, you get them to sing as much as possible because why wouldn’t you?

Basically, your relationship is as much fun as it is soft, and you are most definitely not starved of memes of cuddles

#ssor this took weeks and weeks my love #*sorry #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop au #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 au #poly kpop #poly day6 #jaepil x reader #poly jaepil #poly!au

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