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thedo0zyslider · 1 year ago

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Life Transfers - 13k Words

Lives in Last Life are transferred through kisses, which leads to some interesting situations, to say the least

(Most scenes in this fic aren't accurate to canon at all because i am not going to watch ten peoples last lives to find all the clips lmao)

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It's sunset when Grian and Scar finally decide to test out the life sharing system.

The first day had been smooth so far, aside from that one little mystery. No one had yet to figure out how to give another player a life, and there were many frustrating attempts in chat to attest to it.

Grian turns to Scar as the sun begins to set, a mischievous smile on his face. Scar feels a shudder run down his spine when the other pierces him with that look, but it was a good kind of shiver.

"I think I figured out how to transfer lives!" Grian smiles up at him, some of his sharper teeth on display.

"Really know?" Scar smiles back, feeling the mood shift slightly. "How so?" His voice purposely dips a little lower, eyes following Grian’s as they flick down to his lips; and linger there a little too long.

"I think you already know how." Grian mutters, moving closer. The two are only inches apart now, and he can feel one of the avian's hands snaking up his arm, claws catching on the fabric. Grian knows he's guessed already, because he wouldn't be moving forward if he didn't. Scar thinks he guessed how to transfer lives a little bit ago, right when the sun started to set.

"Then let's get on with it, pretty bird~" He hums, leaning closer just a bit. He notices how Grian’s wings flutter at the compliment, and tries not to look at the others lips for too long.

"I'll take one, then give it right back, I promise." The avian mutters, then stands on his tiptoes, and Scar just looks at him fondly.

Grian grabbed the front of Scar's robe, pulling him forward ever so slightly. The taller just hummed, leaning downwards even further to meet the blonde in the middle. Well, more like bump noses and then just stare into each other’s eyes for a minute. They were a little hesitant, after everything that had happened before now….during the last game that was.

Eventually, Scar decided he was growing tired of waiting, and finally moved to press their lips together. Grian kissed back hungrily, like he'd starve without the other's touch, and Scar reached up to cup the avian's face in his hands. The kiss was a little messy, a little desperate, and Scar wished they weren't standing in such an open space; just so he could press Grian to a tree or something and really go to town.

He felt how the life transferred from him to Grian. It was a little off putting, Scar had to be honest. But if transferring lives was the whole point of the games, he supposed he could get used to it. The brunette could only describe it as well, literally feeling your life force, part of your soul be taken from you. It was powerful, and Scar was pretty sure the process made Grian pause a little as well, mostly by the way his breath hitched in what could only be described as momentary shock.

It was powerful, but not unpleasant. Maybe it was even a little enjoyable, intoxicating even. Maybe that was Scar's brain confusing the transfer with kissing Grian.

They stayed locked together for much longer than necessary. Grian did however, start to pull away, right when Scar’s lungs really started to burn for air. He slipped his tongue out of the wizard's mouth a little reluctantly, and Scar had been so lost in the moment he didn't even know when they'd started using tongue.

Scar's eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting Grian own half lidded gaze, their faces still staying close together. The avian's eyes were no longer the pretty, pale yellow they had been before, and were now a nice looking light green. The color was similar to Scar's usual eye color, and he vaguely remembered Grian commenting on how he couldn’t tell normal Scar apart from green life Scar sometimes.

“How many lives did you have?” The blonde muttered softly against his lips.

“Six,” Scar replied, not really expecting anything to come of that. It wasn't that big of a deal in his opinion, the brunette was sure there were plenty of other six and two lifers out there in the world.

The avian pulled back suddenly, talons tightening on the fabric of his robes. Scar blinked, surprised at how quickly the smaller pulled away.

"I'm not giving this back!" Grian exclaimed, stepping back a good few feet.

"Wait a minute, mister!" Scar said, letting a little irritation seep into his voice. "That's not what you promised!"

"You have five more!" The blonde argued back, his wings starting to unfold. If this were any other place, he's sure the little bird would have flown away already, but this world won't allow him to do that. Grian clearly doesn't like that fact, and has to stop himself from instinctively taking off.

"And you made a promise!" Scar takes another step forward, and Grian takes another step back. The wizard can see it in his eyes, the way the avian is trying to think, to worm his way out of this with three lives still intact. And Scar doesn't like that one bit.

Grian figured it out eventually, and smiled at him gently. Scar, not for the first time, wishes he wasn’t so charming, or even pretty, like that. "If you ever have less lives than me, I'll give it back? Okay?"

Scar knows it's too good to be true, and he knows Grian. He knows, logically, that that's never going to happen. Grian will never have less lives than him, because Scar is klutzy and acts all scatterbrained half the time. And if he gets close to it, Grian will make sure he doesn't get his stolen hearts back from him. He knows that the man can't keep a promise

But he's going to take it anyway.

"Okay." The wizard smiles, hoping to look like he doesn't see through the blonde's little lies. "That's fine with me!" He doesn't know why he agrees, but he thinks it because he still wants to trust Grian. To love him even.

The smaller smiles up at him even wider. "Then I'll be taking my leave, good sir!" He punctuates the words with a dramatic little bow, then disappears into the forest in the blink of an eye.

Scar stands there for a minute, the sun dipping lower in the sky behind him, and watches as one of his lives runs away. He thinks his heart was taken with it too. He hopes he'll get to steal it back someday, hopes he'll get to steal another sweet taste of Grian’s lips. Just one more time, because one more time never hurts, does it?

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Scott sat on a chest, one in the relatively new base he and his ally had started to set up. He and Pearl had taken a day or so to set up a small starter area, not too deep in the nearby spruce forest, and all the while one problem had loomed over them.

A part of this new, fun and exciting death game, was a more complicated life system than the first. This one relied on being able to give one of your lives to another, and it seemed like it would be a pretty big part of the upcoming weeks. Especially since a player could only spawn with six, but there was no limit on how many lives one could gain after spawning.

All seventeen of them had been a bit stumped on exactly how to share lives. Scott and Pearl had done some experimenting naturally. They tried to see if it was like, some sort of mental thing? Like if you really, really focused you could give someone a part of your soul. Yeah that hadn’t worked, and Scott was soon content to just let Grian (and his weird little admin powers) figure it out after that.

Grian had found out the way to transfer lives was kissing, and Scott wasn't very interested in finding out how he did that, but his brain unhelpfully supplied a few guesses anyway.

Yeah, that was gonna be a bit of a problem . He didn't kiss girls, and also didn't casually kiss his friends on the lips, so the situation was bound to be a little awkward. Scott wasn't the only one who found it a little bit of a um, roadblock per say, based on his servermates reactions in chat.

Now he sat on a chest, slowly kicking his feet back and forth, while Pearl stood crafting something nearby, and Scott decided it was probably time to confront the problem. Two lives wasn't a lot of lives to have, not when he could die so easily, on top of the fact that there was a boogeyman lying around. It was setting him on edge, the longer he stayed yellow.

“So, how are we gonna do the whole transferring lives thing?” Scott asked, filling the silence between them. “No offense Pearl, but I really don’t wanna kiss you.”

Pearl took no offense to that as he expected, just nodding in agreement. He'd assumed she naturally also wasn't up for kissing one of her friends, like most people on the server. Well, Scar seemed to be up for it, but Scar was a different case. The wizard was just like that.

She pursed her lips together in thought. It did take a few moments of comfortable silence, Scott swinging his legs back and forth as he let Pearl think, but eventually, her eyes lit up. “Well, no one ever specified it had to be on the lips, Gri just said it had to be a kiss .” She said, mouth quirking upward into a sly smile.

“Pearl, you’re a genius!” Scott gasped, legs now swinging with excitement and the soles of his sneakers lightly bumping against the chest's closed lid. He was over the moon, happy that he could easily receive some extra lives. Those were going to be very valuable in this game it seemed, and his only other option was to go….like bribe someone else or something. He doubted there were very many people willing to hand a life over to a non ally, let alone kiss that person as well.

"Yep, I know I am!" She smiled in return, taking a few steps closer. The two now stood close, Scott's shoes brushing Pearl’s knees from where he sat on the chest. They were quite close, but it was more comfortable, less awkward than some people might be in a similar situation.

Pearl reached forward, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. Scott rolled his eyes with an amused huff, letting her take one of his hands in hers.

Getting kissed on the hand didn't bother him, no, Scott had received hand kisses enough times for the sensation to be familiar to him. It was the whole…life swapping part that made him jump out of his skin a little. It was somehow gentle, yet powerful at the same time, the new sensation crashing over him like a tidal wave. Pearl felt it too, a full body shiver running through her as she gave up one of her lives. Maybe that particular feeling differed from person to person, but Scott didn't know that for sure, all he knew was that their life switching had a very strong sensation to it.

All this happened in only a few seconds, a minute if Scott was being generous, but it felt like a lot longer. Pearl moved away with a few surprised blinks after it was done.

"It feels like I just…put my soul into your hand or somethin'." She muttered

"Well, I hope it wasn't your whole soul, you kinda need that to live." Scott retorted, and the other moved a few steps back so he could jump down from the chest. Pearl huffed in amusement, offering a hand to help him steady himself as he stood again.

"Don't think it was, but thanks for worrying." She smiled.

Scott was about to open his mouth, a polite little thank you on the tip of his tongue. He was cut off by Pearl suddenly grabbing his face, holding his cheeks in her hands. "Oooh! Your eyes turned green!" She exclaimed in slight wonder, turning his head; as if examining it. Scott blinked in surprise, as he hadn’t really been expecting his face to be cupped and held.

It took him a moment to realize, but of course Pearl would be a little surprised. She hadn’t been in the previous game, and therefore wasn't aware of things like eye color changing with a player's life count. She'd been surprised that his eyes were yellow earlier as well, instead of their usual light blue.

"Yep! They do that!" He giggled, staring back into her own, darker green eyes for a minute. He moved his own hands on top of hers, taking them off his face with another little giggle. Pearl muttered a quick, quiet apology, one that wasn’t really needed. The newly made green life wasn’t too bothered by her enthusiasm.

After that they moved on like nothing had happened, Pearl resuming her crafting and Scott rummaging through one of the chests with a light hum. They'd probably have to do that again, and if they wanted to prolong it the two needed a farm. You couldn't regenerate health and stop yourself from dying without food of course. So making a farm was probably in order, and Scott was more than happy to have something to do with his hands.

♡

The next time they swap lives the circumstances are a little more serious than before.

Scott had just been boogey killed by Joel, which was rude , and he was back down to yellow. Pearl said it felt like they’d gotten nowhere, like they'd taken one step forward and two steps back, and Scott had to agree. He'd only been green for like, 3 days maybe! The only good thing about their previous transfer was that it kept him from red, yet he had to wonder that maybe if he'd stayed yellow Joel wouldn't have gone after him.

It didn't matter now, because what's done was done. Scott was yellow again, their previous transfer felt a little useless, and Pearl had made a promise to share her lives with him.

This time they got straight to the point, strangely used to the process after doing it their first time. Pearl kissed him on the cheek this time, and Scott shivered as the life force flowed through him once more. She leaned back with a smile, eyes still thankfully a dark green shade. "There ya go!"

"Thank you very much!" He returned the smile, nudging her playfully. Pearl giggled at him

♡

The third, and thankfully final time they needed to do this, was a bit later on in the game. Cleo had joined them, turning their little duo into a trio. The zombie was a perfect ally, an ideal third member. And when Cleo needed a life, and Pearl didn't have many more to give, Scott was glad to offer his own.

“So, how do you guys do this, exactly?” Cleo asked, hand casually resting on her waist. “I know some people like to get… intimate with it…”

"Oh, no no no!" Scott said, making a face at the mere thought. "We don't do it like that!"

Cleo's face brightened a bit at that, and relief shone clearly in her eyes. "Thank god." She sighed. "No offense, I just don't want to…do that with either of you."

"No offense taken!" Pearl pipes up, legs swinging. She's sitting on chest, much like Scott had been the first time they'd done this, and he wants to smile at the parallel.

Instead of that Scott decides to get this over with, make it painless and less awkward. He holds out his hand, and Cleo puts their own in his curiously. Scott smiles and leans down, and presses a quick yet effective kiss to the back of their decaying hand.

Giving up a life is different than receiving one, just a little. The latter feels like something is being added to you, to your soul, while the former feels like giving up a part of yourself; a very big part. It's not unpleasant per say, and definitely something he could see himself getting used to if he did this a few more times. He doesn't want to get used to it.

He pulls away, the transfer causing both of them to shiver. Cleo simply thanks him, and the newly made trio trudges along with their day as normal.

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“Joel!” Tango called, finding where the man had set up for the time being. “Joel!?” The blonde had an idea, one for a little minigame, and he was basically gonna try it out on every person he managed to run into. If Joel was home, he’d be lucky contestant number one!

“Tango?” A familiar voice came from atop the mountain, from the weird little dirt shack at the top. “That you mate?” The blaze brightened up at that, because Joel was indeed home! This was going brilliantly already! He watched, tail flicking, as the man made his way down towards the base of the mountain, where he seemed to be keeping his stuff. Tango didn’t know why he’d be in Scar’s house, but it was probably for some kinda scam reason, if he knew Scar; and he liked to think that he did.

“Hi Joel!” Tango smiled, taking in his new appearance. The man wore a wizard robe, which tipped him off to the theme of this particular alliance. The man seemed a little taller, well more than a little, because he was now a good inch taller than the blazeborn, and they had been around the same height before. People usually didn’t change size in these games, just appearances, but if Joel wanted to be tall for once, who was Tango to judge the wants of his short brethren? Joel had a beard now as well, and quite an impressive one to say the least.

“What brings you here?” The wizard asked, not suspicious at all. After all, why would he be? Tango was green, and the boogeyman had already gone and wacked Grian earlier that day. Oh, this was absolutely perfect!

“I just have a little proposition for you!” He smiles, hands being shoved into his pockets. “A little game even!��

“Oh?” Joel asked, already intrigued. “What is it?” “It’s called You Bet Your Life!” The blazeborn announces, tail flicking behind him. “Basically, you give me a life and then bet on the person who dies next. If you pick the right person, then you get all the lives I’ve collected!” Tango explains if cheerl;y, wide smile on his face, and knows Joel is in by the way his eyes light up.

“Oh you have a deal, mate!” The other laughs, returning the smile he’s given. It looks a little eerie on him, but that’s no problem. A betting customer is a betting customer, weird smile or not! He didn’t even asl any questions, like if this was a scam! It was not a scam, by the way, he’d never do such a thing. A game like this showed people he was trustworthy, which was a very valuable thing here.

“Sooo, who ya betting on?” He asks, knowing most people would most likely want to do that before handing over the life.

“Jimmy.” Joel's answer is immediate and confident, and he snickers at that. Pretty good bet if he’s being honest. The little canary is great and all, but the universe tends to screw him over a little too much for him to make it for.

“Good choice!” Tango purrs. “Now how do you want to do the uhh, life transfer?” He asks, suddenly becoming a little awkward. Joel’s a great guy and all, but he doesn’t really wanna lock lips with him. He doesn’t think Joel wants to do that either, based on the look on his face.

“Maybe I can just….?” Joel muttered, making a motion towards Tango’s hand. He nodded, removing his right hand from his pocket a little slowly. He holds it out, and Joel presses a quick kiss to it before pulling back. They both shuddered a little at the new sensation, Joel even stumbling when he stood a little. Transferring a life felt weird, definitely, but the blazeborn knew he’d have to get used to it sooner or later, especially if he wanted this game to succeed.

He waved goodbye to Joel only a moment after, and went in a random direction, trying to find the next contestant.

♡

His next victim is Bdubs, who’s a little suspicious in all honesty. But Tango knows him well, and knows exactly how to lure Bdubs into a deal.

“I’ll give you a clock~” Tango purrs, leaning into the shorter personal space. “You give me a life, and I’ll give you a clock for an allyship?” He smiles at how Bdubs flushes at the closeness, and how his eyes become all wide and hopeful. “And, and! If you win, you can have three whole lives on top of that!” He knows he should probablyyy ask Skizz before going and making any more allies, but he thinks it a good idea. Etho and Bdubs are all by themselves, and four heads are always better than one…

“Fine! Let’s get this over with!” Bdubs huffed dramatically. Now Tango was expecting a peck on the cheek, or something, maybe the forehead. But before he knew it, Bdubs was right in front of him, and his red eyes were meeting the other wide ones. Their faces were only a few inches apart now, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He wasn’t very opposed to the idea of kissing the smaller on the lips, he found that he welcomed it actually. That, and why Bdubs himself seemed so eager as well, were definitely thoughts for later.

Bdubs grabbed his face, hand tilting Tango's chin, and the blaze thought he stopped breathing for a good second. Their lips connect a moment after that, and warmth clouds his thoughts and runs through his limbs, making them all feel like jelly.

As the one transferring lives, Bdubs takes control of the kiss, and Tango is glad to let him. It's a quick kiss, all things considered, and especially compared to the ones he'll have later in the game, but it's enjoyable nonetheless. The hand on his chin moves to hold Tango's face, and he melts into the touch completely. The blazeborn let's Bdubs's other hand grab the back of his head, tilting it and deepening the kiss.

He whined, feeling the life start to flow through him. He’s never received one…this way before, and it sure is intense. But in a good way. The force of it shook his limbs slightly, and his hands moved to grip soft, curled hair while it did. Bdubs shudders as well, at the life or the hair pulling Tango doesn’t know, and slips his tongue into Tango’s mouth.

They pull away with a gasp a few minutes after, the blazeborn dazed and maybe looking at Bdubs a little dreamily. The other has a similar look on his face, lips now red and puffed up. Before stepping back he presses a few, chaste kisses to Tango’s jawline, and the blonde leans into it happily.

Bdubs places his bet, then leaves promptly after. Tango stands, watching him go, and maybe wishes to do that again sometimes.

♡

He finds Etho later that day, and the man is surprisingly open to the idea. He knows Etho is the person to go along with whatever he thinks is fun or whatever, but handing away a life is a little more serious. It requires a little more thought is all, and Etho looks like his mind was made up immediately, as soon as the blazeborn opened his mouth.

"How do you wanna do this?" Tango asks, scanning Ethos' face. The man looks a little sly right now, and he's not sure what kind of response is gonna come out of that mouth. He'd made a good habit of asking that question, considering some people wanted a wholly platonic way to do this, while others wanted a more passionate exchange.

"How about…" Etho smiles in response, drawing out the last few syllables. "We do it on the lips?" The way he says it is very cheeky, and almost a little hopeful. Like he's been looking forward to this, like he wants to kiss Tango for other , non life related reasons. (And maybe he himself did too.)

The blazeborn gawks at him, very caught off guard. He was expecting him to say forehead or something, not lips. Mainly because that requires taking off the mask, and in all their years of friendship he's never seen Etho take it off. The most he'd done is lift it up a bit when he needed to eat, and even then people would graciously move their gaze away from the singular inch of his face that was visible. So yeah, Etho taking his mask off, especially when he has other options? Unheard of.

"You sure about that?" The blaze asks, dropping all his stupid salesmen persona stuff. He's already thinking of other ways to do this, wondering if a kiss through the mask itself would count. He doubts it a little, but does hope the universe could make an expectation like that, that it ever cared enough to give Etho comfortable options like that.

Instead of baking out Etho just takes a few steps closer, and Tango stops himself from taking a step back, well aware he'd crash directly into a tree if he did. "Yeah." He confirms, leaning downwards. The two are practically eye level now, and Tango knows that he's not getting around this. Etho’s good eye is sparkling with mischief, and both of them are already flicking down to his lips. "Besides, I wanna see what Bdubs was raving about earlier." Etho mutters, and a shiver runs through Tango at the words. Well, at least someone thinks he's good at this kissing stuff.

The blaze feels his face begin to flush, and Etho sees it, because his eyes turn even more mischievous and he looks even more satisfied with himself. "Didn't know you flustered this easily…" He can see Etho smiling, indicated by the way the corner of his eyes crinkle. Eyes that are suddenly very pretty, Tango finds.

He feels a hand start to trace his face, and shivers again. Etho had begun to run his fingers along Tango's jaw, doing so a little seductively. The blonde flushes further, failing to hold back the purr that spills out of his throat. The other just smiles wider, and thumbs at Tango's bottom lip.

"Well, if you're okay with this…." The blonde mutters once he's done purring, head cheek rubbing into Etho’s palm all cat-like. And he means it too. Tango is more than comfortable with this, and all he wants is that Etho is as well. And maybe kissing him won't be so weird, especially if he's going to be pet and caressed like that .

"Very okay with this, don't worry." Etho hums, his other hand going to cover Tango's eyes. "Now, no peeking!"

He laughs at that, and promptly closes his eyes. He feels Etho remove his hand at one point, presumably to take off the mask, but his eyes stay firmly shut. His tail flicks behind him idly as he waits, still leaning into the hand placed on his cheek.

It's only a minute later when he feels a nose bump with his, and Tango properly leans forward. Etho lets out a huff of amusement at that, and closes the gap between. Their lips meet, and the feeling is electric. Both men are quickly lost in it, the minigame in the back of their minds as they press closer together. Hands rest on Tango's waist, and he moves to make the kiss a little more passionate. Etho hums into it as a response, whining as sharp teeth start nipping at his bottom lips.

The other might set the pace, but it's Tango who takes full charge of the exchange. He pulls Etho closer with hands cupping his face, feeling his own back hit something as he does. Etho doesn't seem to mind, letting out a pleased noise as hands grip at his face and he's pulled further down. He does nothing, just kisses Tango into a tree best he can, while the latter slips his tongue into Etho’s mouth and absolutely goes to town. He starts getting noises out of Etho as well, and just gets extra confirmation that he's good at this kissing thing.

One of Tango's hands starts to explore Etho’s face as he does, thumbing over his cheeks and jawline. It's a sight he doesn't want to see, because Etho doesn't want him to see it, so the blaze makes sure to memorize it in any way he can. Eventually he's holding both of Etho’s cheeks in his hands, memorizing every scar and blemish of his lower face, how soft his skin feels and the shape of his jaw. He memorizes Ethos' mouth as well, an easy task to do really. Tango's tongue explores every inch of it, tracing over the back of his teeth, his inner cheeks, absolutely everything . The man tastes nice too, something else he's sure to remember; along with the chapped yet pleasant feeling of Etho’s lips themselves.

Tango groaned, hands starting to roam under his shirt. Etho’s nails scraped against his skin nicely, and the blonde shivered and leaned into this kiss further as he did. The taller started to take charge of ot again, slipping his own tongue into Tango's mouth. It was then that the life began to transfer, and it was very similar to the feeling he'd gotten from Bdubs earlier. It was a passionate thing, and very intense. He groans as it courses through him, finally becoming putty against hold. s hold. Tango melts entirely, and lets Etho kiss him as hard as he pleases; even when his lungs start screaming for oxygen.

Eventually, they pulled away, hands still roaming under Tango's shirt. He keeps his eyes closed, puffs of another person's breath landing on his face. He feels Etho’s gaze piercing him, watching as the blaze leans his head back. The hands, which are maddeningly cold by the way, move up higher, flicking teasingly over his chest. Tango's own hands moved to grip at white hair, while Etho’s own started to thumb a little teasingly at his waistband.

Just as Tango catches his breath he feels someone's warm breath on his neck. And okay, wasn’t expecting that, but he's not gonna stop Etho. He's never known the guy to give into his urges like this, and who's he to say he can't indulge a little. The man is also very good at this, evident by the groan he gets from Tango, lips being placed on the blazeborn's neck slowly.

Tango groans again, craving his beck further backwards with a whine. Etho just smirks against his skin, and places a few open mouth kisses on his throat. They don't stay like this for long, but he makes each one pleasurable, sucking at softly biting at the blazeborn's neck with each movement of his mouth. Etho pulled away with a wet popping sound, and Tango makes another sound, falling against the taller man's frame.

Etho giggles at that, and mutters into the blonde hair that his mask is back on, and that he can look. Tango doesn't open his eyes immediately, content to just bury his head into Etho’s jacket for a moment. His legs do still feel a bit weak after all.

"Am I that good?" The other asks, cold hands tugging at the collar of Tango's shirt. He just hums, letting his new hickeys be hidden by the perpetrator, and slowly lifts his head up.

Etho's eyes are shining with something, something that could very easily be called affection. Love even. Tango thinks he has a similar look in his eyes, amidst the dazedness of them of course.

“Yes!’ He huffs, tail wrapping around one of Etho’s legs. He moves up to place a quick kiss on his cheek, but can only really reach his jawline unfortunately. Damn shortness. So that’s what Tango settles on, peppering kisses into Etho’s jaw, doing so against the cool fabric of his mask until the other asks if they can untangle themselves. Which Tango does do, but only after getting Etho to bet on someone like he was supposed to.

When Bdubs and his masked friend ask for him and Skizz to join forces a few days later, Tango is a little more than overjoyed. His ally just accepts, and looks at him a little weirdly, but says nothing on it. He’s pretty sure Skizz caught a glimpse of the hickey anyways, and the other is smart enough to put the pieces together. Tango just hopes that the new team will bring a few more of those kisses to him, and he hopes that if it does; it’ll be very, very soon.

♡

The last and final person to participate in the game is Lizzie, one of the three newer members to these games. She’s a strange one, that fairy is, but in a good way. She also had a growing alliance, so it was probably a good thing to be on positive terms with her.

She was in one it as soon as he explained it in full. “I’m betting on Joel!” The fairy declared, and Tango hadn’t even had a chance to ask that question before she jumped on the opportunity.

“No faith in your husband, huh?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Nope!” Lizzie said, and he could tell she really had no faith in his first customer at all. She placed a quick kiss on his hand, and Tango didn’t even shiver at the feeling. His most heated encounters made this feel like nothing at all.

Not even twenty minutes later he was running back to the fairy fort, running to congratulate his winner.

♡

“Lizzie!” There’s a familiar voice calling her name through the trees, rapidly approaching the fairy fort. The fairy leader turns towards the sound, right as Tango bursts into her clearing. He has a wide smile on his face, one that mirrors her own, and they share a little victory laugh.

“You won!” He calls, walking further into the area.

“I did!” Lizzie responds, wings fluttering out behind her in joy. Joel, her husband, the person she betted on, had died almost right after she made her bet. The fairy doubts Tango even got far, because he’d only left her base around seven minutes ago, and now he’s already crashed back in. The blazeborn laughs again, and pulls her into a crushing side hug of celebration. She joins in the laughter as well, pumping her fists up in the air as she does.

“Now gimme those lives!” She smiles when they move away, no longer embracing.

“Yes ma'am!” Tango salutes at her, and takes her hand when she offers it. Four, quick kisses are pressed to the back of it, and she shivers less with each transfer, now solidly use to the sensation. Which is good, considering she’ll probably be doing it again soon.

Tango leaves after that, clearly still in an elated mood. And Lizzie waits for people to come by, or for her allies to come home. Most people probably know that she’s won, and it’s only a matter of time before people come trying to get an extra life or two.

Over the next few days they were all handed off one by one. First it was to Ren, her most loyal ally, and Scott and Pearl, in exchange for a favor or something of the like. Lizzie was confident in her choices, having given three lives away to what she felt like were trustworthy people, and one staying all to herself.

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There was another life Tango exchanged over the past few days, one very annoyingly not a part of his game. Skizz listened to him grumble about it for a while, in between the excited rants about his minigame.

Cleo had approached him one day, and the blazeborn had a pretty good idea of what they wanted. The zombie had that smile on her face, one of those where you had a deal to strike and you knew you would get away with it. His tail flicked against the floor as he greeted them, eyes narrowed slightly.

“Hi Cleo!” He called, flashing his best toothy grin

“Hi Tango!” She called back, voice sickly sweet as she approached further. Yep, definitely up to something. “What can I do for you?” He asked, hands being placed on his hips. The two stood face to face now, only a foot apart. His tail kept flicking behind him, it was more of an unconscious thing really. Cleo’s eyes moved to it for a second, before returning to Tango’s face.

“I have a deal for you, if you’ll take it.” Cleo said.

“Oh, what’s it gonna be?” Tango kept up the toothy, cat-like grin as he spoke. He just hoped this deal wasn’t a scam, because he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to avoid it.

“I’ve been going around the server selling sugarcane, trying to prevent another monopoly,” The zombie began, taking out some sugar cane to show it to him. Tango nodded, eyeing the precious plant. “And i was thinking, if you give me a life, you can get some of this!” They ended the explanation with a smile, clapping their hands together.

“Hmmm,” The blazeborn hummed, clasping his hands behind his back. “I’m not sure about that, lives are pretttyyy valuable…”

“You could have all the TNT you want though.” Cleo reasoned, and that did sound very tempting. “And you have nine lives right now.”

“Ugh, fine! ” He huffed, making grabby hands towards the sugarcane. “I’ll take your stupid deal!”

Cleo smiled widely at him, clearly very satisfied with her win. “Perfect!” The zombie tossed the plant to him a little too haphazardly for the blazeborn’s liking, and he scrambled to catch it all before it fell. “Now for the life, please!”

Tango grumbled something inaudible, something he’d absolutely be repeating to Skizz later, and leaned in. He kissed the zombie on the cheek, the less decayed one, and felt one of his precious, precious rewards for his game slip through his fingers. The blazeborn had transferred many lives, so this was a normal feeling to him. Cleo clearly hadn’t done this before, indicated by the full body shudder that ran through her. First transfers tended to do something like that, their bodies not used to the new sensation of literally being given life.

He moved away, his smile a little less wide and maybe a little sour. Cleo just thanked him, and took her leave. Tango turned to go back inside without a second thought, thinking of how he needed to probably get two more lives for You Bet Your Life , just to be on the safe side.

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The Southlanders sat around in their little circle, doing the daily trust exercise. It started the same way every morning, one of them would give up a life, which would be passed around the circle until it returned to its original owner. Today was Impulse’s turn, and part of his soul was already being kissed into Martyn.

They usually didn’t do on the mouth kisses for life transfer, sticking to cheeks or foreheads or hands instead. Well there had been that one time Martyn got bold, and kissed Mumbo right on the mouth, leaving his husband a cute and flustered little mess. When Mumbo went to give that life to Grian, the little avian had copied him, clearly not liking Martyn’s little stunt. The blonde didn't like his either, and he had felt something sour turn in his gut at the sight. That was his husband, thank you very much, and all seventeen of them had agreed stuff from other servers didn’t matter here. (Unless you were Lizzie and Joel, married by default, that is.) Safe to say, Jimmy and Impulse had kept the two blonde's far away from each other for a while, and left Mumbo to flounder in between them helplessly.

He’d sat next to Jimmy today, and after receiving the life from Grian, turned to press a cheeky little kiss to Jimmy’s cheek. For some reason, the thought gave him a few butterflies, which was strange, because he didn’t get those for Jimmy. Not before now anyways. In hindsight, the little, imaginary insects might’ve been a warning to what would come only five minutes later. They thankfully didn’t linger for too long, and after he’d done the deed, Martyn turned back, expecting the ritual to go as it always did.

That was until Jimmy decided to book it, and run away with Impulse’s life. There were exclamations of surprise from the rest of them, watching as the man booked it out the door. All four of the remaining Southlander’s moved to chase after, but Martyn was the one to truly start sprinting. Jimmy wasn’t getting away with that cheap trick, no way in hell . Not on his watch.

Jimmy stopped running once the tree started to clear, apparently thinking he himself was also in the clear. Martyn took the opportunity, legs burning from his sprint, and surged forward. “‘Ey Tim!” He calls, irritation seeping into his tone, almost hissing out the other blonde’s name. “The bloody hell was that for!?”

Jimmy’s spun around to face him as soon as the first word leaves Martyn’s mouth, and his own irritated gaze meets a stubborn, almost indignant one. “I’m not giving this back! No way!” He calls, and moves to start running again.

Martyn closes the distance between them with a yell. “Give it back!” He gets a hold of Jimmy’s wrist, pulling both of them backwards slightly. The taller thrashes in his hold, twisting under the blonde’s tight grasp, desperate to free his arm. Martyn, realizing his grip is tight enough to leave some pretty bad bruises, lessens it. He lessens it way more than either man was probably expecting him too really, eyes wide as an idea pops into his head.

Jimmy looks at him, clearly puzzled, and is able to slip his arm free. Martyn’s own arm falls to his side, and he tries to gather his words; watching as Jimmy doesn’t leave, just puts a few feet of distance between them. He’s stupid really, to stand there instead of running. Anyone else would’ve, but not Jimmy. Because he is curious and kind, and wants to know why his allies' eyes have widened with something he can’t describe. Martyn almost wishes he hadn’t had the idea, but he can’t think of any other way to get the life back, because Jimmy has to be the one to transfer it. So he needs to make sure the man is willing to do that, and sadly cannot just run up and kiss him to get it over with.

"Give it back, please?" Martyn says, letting his voice become softer as he seems to force out each word. "Give it back, and we'll run away together, just me and you, okay?" He almost whispers it, his voice has gone so quiet. He doesn't know why he's promising this, when he has a perfectly good husband waiting for him already. A husband he loves very much, mind you.

Jimmy looks at him, his own expression suddenly softening. He studies Martyn, brown gaze tearing through him; he has to hold back a shiver, his friend's gaze is so intent, so searching. He wonders if Jimmy is longing for something like the last game, the thing that was unfairly taken from him far too soon (By Martyn’s own ally no less, but he doesn't let himself linger on that thought for long.) He wonders if Jimmy wants just himself and someone else that he can love, tucked away from the rest of the cruel world. Because his eyes are almost hopeful, yet cautious, and it surprisingly makes Martyn’s heart ache.

"Okay, I'll give it back." Jimmy agrees, a little hesitant and a little hopeful. Part of Martyn’s own heart seems to beam at that, and wonders if he wants that too. He wonders if he himself wants to run away to a quiet little corner, to leave the Southlands, his husband, and run away with Jimmy specifically. It doesn't sound half bad, except for the fact that it wouldn't be quiet. They'd have three former friends calling them traitors and lobbying for their heads; and Martyn has a sinking feeling he wouldn’t be the first to die.

Martyn smiles at the taller man's words, and takes a step closer. This isn't a normal sharing game anymore, and they're alone now, no Grian to get jealous of you kissing your own damn husband. Even though the only person who could get jealous about Martyn kissing Jimmy is Scott, and the blonde has a feeling even he wouldn't mind this much. Because Jimmy seems to want it just as much as Martyn does, brown eyes now sparkling with anticipation. Martyn never thought he wanted this before now, but there was a very new, and very loud, very persistent urge to kiss that boy absolutely stupid.

He's not much shorter than Jimmy, but still has to strain upwards a bit regardless. Hands come to hold the side of his face, and Martyn can't stop himself from melting against it. The touch feels like fire on his skin, and he loves the way it burns. Their noses bump, breaths ghost over each other, and his own hands find themselves somewhere on Jimmy, feeling burned for simply making contact with him. One hand grips the fabric of his shirt, and the other is already tangled in his hair; grabbing the back of Jimmy’s head and pulling him closer. He knows the other is a self care guy, so Martyn doesn't know why he's surprised at the softness of Jimmy’s hair. If this were any other universe, any other circumstance, he could easily see himself running his fingers through it on lazy mornings together in bed.

"You promise?" Jimmy whispers against his lips, voice so pleading that it hurts. Martyn whispers back. "I promise." And closes the gap between them.

Jimmy’s lips are soft, and feel pleasant against his own. The taller melts into the touch instantly, becoming putty under Martyn's hands. He can't say he fares much better himself, pressing closer until every inch of them that could possibly be touching is , the fabric of his hoodie rubbing against the near skin tight shirt Jimmy wears. The one hand cupping his cheek begins to thumb it as well, and there are so many butterflies wildly fluttering around his body Martyn thinks he's going to burst. The kiss is sweet tasting too, like sugar or a rich honey, like the kind of chocolate that’s so good you always crave for more after your first bite. It’s a sugar rush really, one he wants to consume more of, and Martyn isn’t normally a sweets guy.

Everything seems to burn even more than before, and they haven't even transferred lives yet. It's definitely a lot more… for lack of a better word, intense than his first kiss with Mumbo, and Martyn makes a mental note to ponder on what that means later; when he's trying to fall asleep specifically. For now the two are just standing there, in a forest far too close to the rest of their allies, borderline making out. Martyn pulls away for a few gasps of air, hearing Jimmy do the same, and god that just makes him want to dive back in more.

So he does dive back in, because he's never one to ignore his impulses, and the fact that they still have a life to transfer. He's sure they'll keep going until Jimmy hands it over, and Martyn will be the last person in the world to complain about that. He dives back in, hands still gripping at hair a darker blonde than his, and hopes and prays that no one ever walks by.

Jimmy apparently doesn't want to kiss him forever, or just wants to get to the running away part, because it's then he starts nipping at Martyn’s bottom lip. Usually, Martyn would let himself go a little wild and take charge of the kiss, and he's pretty sure Jimmy would welcome that. But he's not the one transferring a life here, and it's his turn to get mind numbingly tongued for once. Which also goes on the list of things he's not complaining about.

He holds back a groan as Jimmy keeps nibbling at him, and feels the other smile at that, and nip harder. All that does is make Martyn want to moan more, which he very frustratingly cannot do because they are in a forest that is very close to people's bases. Their own one in particular. Jimmy doesn’t give up though, warmth traveling all through Martyn as he fights down another loud noise. Instead he parts his lips, and finally, finally feels a tongue slip into his mouth. If Martyn had less self restraint right now, which he's surprised he still had any left at all, he'd be pushing Jimmy down to the ground to ravage him even further; or he'd let the blonde do it himself.

As Jimmy begins to explore his mouth, tongue exploring everything it can reach and making Martyn absolutely whine , the life begins to transfer. It makes the kiss even more heated, and the blonde never thought he could have one this strong, this intoxicating in his whole damn life. And he should've kissed Jimmy sooner, shouldn't he? If he's gonna be this fucking good at it . Martyn can understand Scott's previous devotion to the guy now, because again, holy fuck he is surprisingly good at kissing someone senseless.

This life transfer is different from all the other more casual ones he's had. This time it's full of passion, and Martyn shudders at the strength of it. His grasp on Jimmy tightens, knees wobbling as he turns dark green again, and leaves his lover back down on yellow. If they really were going to run away together, it made no real sense for Martyn to take the life back, not really. All it did was make his supposed only ally more vulnerable, and that should've been the first sign something was amiss. He feels bad for lying to Jimmy like that, he really does, for taking advantage of his optimism. He shouldn't even have optimism in a death game really, not after last time, but just makes him more admirable really, to hold onto it. And that thought makes Martyn feel even worse than he already was starting too. Speaking of Jimmy, he's started making sounds of his own, and it's absolute music to Martyn's ears. He wants to kiss him longer, to go even further, see just what kinds of sounds he can get out of the man. But sadly people have to breathe, and his chest is beginning to ache real bad.

They pull away slowly, both blonde's panting heavily. Martyn, still caught up in that ecstasy high, drives back in for a third one after they catch their breaths. Kissing him just because he never wants to stop . Jimmy lets him, let's Martyn nip his lip and slip his own tongue in for just a minute; just long enough to elicit more groans from Jimmy. He's about to go further, having thrown his restraint to the wind, and push this further. About to maybe let his hands wander... downwards specifically, maybe even shove Jimmy down to the ground and do god knows what to him in the middle of this forest. He’s forgotten that there are three people waiting for him to come back, forgotten about Mumbo entirely, and his whole head is focused on Jimmy and pushing this further and consuming every single inch of that man Martyn can reach.

Yet before he can go any further, Jimmy is pulling away, placing a hand on his chest and bringing the blonde back to his senses. His pretty brown eyes are all dazed and dreamy, and his soft, sweet tasting lips are incredibly swollen. Satisfaction flows through him at that, that he was the one to cause that look on the blonde’s pretty face. Martyn knows he looks the same, able to feel how puffy his lips are and the heat radiating from his own cheeks. He wonders when he started thinking of Jimmy as pretty, and knows it's time to shatter everything they’d just started.

Jimmy looks at him expectantly, that hopeful looks in his eyes, and he nods his head towards the forest. “Come on.” He says, voice wavering a little. That sound of that voice, much like the earlier whines, is also music to Martyn’s ears, and he hopes he didn’t just fall in love again. He’s thinking he did though, because part of his soul feels like it's shattering.

“Nah,” He says, voice cheerful and sly smile forced. It doesn’t take much for him to fake the stuff, because he did it plenty of times last game, when he was loyal to one man only and even their closest allies were a threat; when he’d been a hand and people had tried playing both sides and irritated him a bit too much for him to let on. “Absolutely not, mate!”

He sees it dawn on Jimmy’s face in real time. Sees the moment Jimmy realized he was lied to, and that they never were going to run away together, that this was all a complicated ploy to get the life back. He can tell Jimmy thinks the kiss wasn’t real, that that was fake too, even though Martyn had been so close to taking it even further, doing something entirely unholy and unsanitary to do in the middle of the goddamned woods; something that was absolutely cheating on Mumbo. Martyn kinda hoped that Jimmy thought some of it was real, because he’d so just cheated. Grian kissing Mumbo hadn’t been cheating to them, because the latter hadn’t been trying to get a kiss from the avian. Martyn had stood there, let himself be carried away and snog another man. He could kinda understand why Jimmy thought it was all fake (even though they both knew Martyn wouldn’t moan like that unless he meant it,) but he was gonna be a little peeved if Jimmy did think that.

And Jimmy did think that, because what else was he supposed to think, really? “It didn’t mean anything, did it Martyn?” He asked, all his hope broken. His voice was strangled and came out in a whisper. Martyn tried to push his slight annoyance away, because he wasn’t the type to and fucking cheat for a fake kiss goddammit, and tried to ignore the twisting in his gut as well.

“Sorry Tim.” His voice broke a little, despite his best efforts, and he hoped Jimmy picked up on that. Martyn played tricks a lot, sure, but this one was really fucked up he thought, even by his stanwards. He’d just toyed with a mans (and his own) feelings, for god's sake.

It dawned on Jimmy when Martyn turned away what all that really meant, and what had probably been in his original plan anyways. The other four had already decided he was exiled; banished; kicked out; wasn't a Southlander anymore. Jimmy was entirely, utterly, completely alone now, no Southlands, no Martyn, and no other alliance was going to take him after a soon to be publicized betrayal attempt. The blonde didn’t stay for long after that, abruptly turning on his heels and beginning the walk back home. It didn’t feel like home with only four of them, without Jimmy , but that was besides the point.

He didn’t hear any footsteps behind him, and assumed Jimmy had run off somewhere. He hoped it wasn’t to Scott, because oh that man would have his ass for that, if his dedication from last time still held up. But that was a problem for future Martyn to deal with. For now he just walked back a little slowly, and wondered how he was going to tell the others, or if he was even going to mention it at all. He should probably tell Mumbo, but the moment also felt way too personal to even try.

As soon as he walked through the front gate three expectant gazes were on him, and three voices lapped over each other, asking if he got it back. Martym smiled easily again, mask of complete ease back on. “Yep! Told him we would run away together all romantic like, then snatched it right from ‘em!” If his lips were still a bit red, no one noticed, Grian just ordered him to give the life back to Impulse. And he did, with a casual peck of the cheek that felt far too dirty on Martyn’s lips.

All he remembered after that was that Jimmy showed up, the little bugger having followed him after all, and let out their cows. He’d broken the jar, which was rude and disrespectful actually, and then been chased away for good. The man was in their base for at least ten minutes, and Martyn didn’t look at him the whole time. That honey sweet voice was making his heart squeeze in pain, and he feared seeing those eyes would break him entirely.

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Scar started selling his lives away, and it's probably the stupidest scam he’s ever done. People don’t want him for an ally, no, no, they just want him so they themselves can say off red life. The first one who came by was Bdubs, and well, Scar never complained about kissing that man.

It was a good kiss, all things considered, but they’d probably had better before. It was a quick one too, noticeably so. Scar tried to keep it as long as possible, really he had. He’d avoided transferring the life quickly, wanting this to go on a little longer. Bdubs seemed to be getting into it, thankfully, whining into it when Scar slipped his tongue into his mouth. The wizard made his own sounds as well, hands throwing his hood off his head and desperately tugging at white hair.

He only gave Bdubs the life when the two were pressed to the wall of Scar’s wizard shack, both of them groaning rather loudly into the kiss. The only thing supporting the shorter at that point was the wall he was being kissed into, as he'd completely melted into Scar.

Once the transfer was done the wizard pulled away, sensing Bdubs didn't want to go any further. He could tell the smaller was satfisted by the way hands stopped tugging at his hair, and how he beelined for the door with a half hearted goodbye.

Cleo came by later, and at the least the zombie was honest about what she wanted. Scar gave it to her a little happily, because he had no problem with Cleo. Her group had been kind to him before, had always been. He wanted them to live, and to make it out of here alive. Much more than he wanted Bdubs too, and certainly more than he wanted Grian and his little Southlanders.

The former was the next person to stop by, and it was clear that he only wanted Scar for his lives again. He was bored of being red and wanted to be yellow, for whatever reason, like he wouldn’t die and have people hating him again. Grian didn’t say that, but Scar could tell that just from glancing at him.

“Hi Scar.” He said, with a smile on his face. Scar wanted to wipe it right off.

“Hi.” He responded stiffly, watching as the other invited himself into the shack.

"Me and Joel were gonna put you in a death loop until you gave us life." He explained, and the wizard could barely even be horrified by it. "But we heard you were just giving 'em out now, so…." He saw the avian reach for his sword as he spoke, and Scar knew there was no getting out of this, was there?"

"Well, I'll give you one." Scar smiled. "For a price?"

"Like what?" Grain asked, sword being put away slowly.

"A promise not to kill me when you go red again."

" Deal ." The blonde said, then crossed the room in quick steps until he stood in front of Scar. He let Grian smash their lips together, and went to cup the avian's head in his hands.

The kiss was messy, rough, and Grian was even indulging himself a little bit. That made Scar a little hopeful, but he knew he shouldn't be hopeful, because this was Grian and this was a death game. That didn’t mean he couldn't enjoy it though. The blonde muffled a moan, a tongue slipping into his mouth slowly, teasingly. Scar smirked at that, making his own noise when small hands started to tug at his hair. They pulled away soon after, lungs screaming for air.

Grian glared at him as they did, and Scar just smiled, diving back in to properly transfer the life. He did so, intentionally making the kiss enjoyable for both of them, doing everything he knew Grian liked. Despite that, the blonde pulled away once the transfer was done, not letting Scar go back down for a third one, even if both their bodies were screaming for more. He stopped the wizard with a hand on his chest, leaving their faces agonizingly close.

“You gonna run off after this one too?” He muttered against Grian’s lips.

The avian responded quickly, and Scar had to appreciate the honesty for once, even if it did hurt. “Yeah.” The blonde confirmed, and began to pull away. Scar had to stop himself from placing one last, chaste kiss to his face. He really, really did. His heart felt like it was exploding, but in a bad way. The heartbroken way. The way that made him want to be red tomorrow just so he could go and stab his old lover’s guts out.

It wasn’t as hard to watch Grian leave, not with that feeling turning violently in his gut. He watched the avian run away with one of his lives for a second time, and remembered an old promise that meant nothing. A promise that had never meant anything at all.

Joel came by later that day, asking for a kiss on the hand to make him yellow. Scar gave it to him apathetically, missing his usual charm. The encounter was only five minutes long, and all he could thunk about was how Joel was using him to stay allied with Grian instead of returning to their mountain. How Grian had used him. How everyone was using him, the lonely little wizard that lived atop the hill. How Grian had seemingly abandoned him, his new allies, and had replaced their desert with a bloodthirsty manic and an army of dogs.

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He thinks back to earlier in the game later that day, when the life sharing had just been a way to ensure a short alliance, and not all people wanted from him.

Scar thinks back to Ren, who'd given him a life for an alliance and resources. An alliance that certainly wasn’t around anymore, byt felt meaningful now. That exchange had left like it meant something, really, it had. Ren was a good kisser too, and Scar wouldn't mind having that tongue down his throat again. Life exchange or not.

He thinks it's his last kiss with Bdubs, the one before the most recent one, that really started it all, had established that people could use him for lives. Bdubs had given him a life to buy an enchanter, and after that everyone had seemed to jump on the next opportunity they saw. Because what did a lonely wizard have to lose?

He licked his lips, feeling how red and puffy they were; from all the action they'd received over the past two days, and wished he'd made more rules around his scams.

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The next day was the last transfer Scar ever did, and the last one that felt meaningful.

Scar was having….quite a day to say the least. He'd woken up on red once again because he'd drowned, and the usual red life instincts were really kicking in that day, apparently. The wizard wasn't one to relish in those, ah, murderous urges much, but he did let himself indulge once in a while. At one point in the morning he'd grabbed TNT from his hidden chest absent-mindedly, placing it inside his robes; far away from the pocket with his flint and steel this time. He'd been itching to use it for some time now, and might as well do so today.

Team BEST's Snow Fort seemed like a good place to blow up for some reason, maybe it was just because that was the first base his eyes landed on. Scar had to wonder if an explosion would cause all the snow to melt, even the snow on the opposite side of the base, or if Etho had made it like, heat resistant or something. That didn't sound possible, but it was Etho, a redstone master, and redstone always did things that sounded like they shouldn't be possible.

The wizard giggled, taunting the little quartet as he placed the explosives around the sides of the building. The other four players tried to stop him, their panicked screams echoing in the air. He heard them breaking the TNT, and didn't really care too much. Scar would be happy at blowing up just a portion of the base really, maybe even do some damage to one of BEST in the process.

"Scar!" Tango's voice rang clearer than the rest for some reason, the blazeborn towards him. Two other people, Bdubs and Skizz, were trailing behind him as well. The wizard now stood a little ways away from the fort, having run out of TNT quicker than he expected.

Tango looked… nervous for some reason, and the feeling seemed to get worse as he approached the brunette. Scar however was curious, raising an eyebrow as the blonde stood directly in front of him, far too close to be anything casual.

The smaller man grabbed onto the front of Scar's wizard robe suddenly, forcing him to lean downwards. Scar blinked in momentary surprise, but then had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. Because what else did people want him for nowadays? Sure enough, Tango's lips were hesitantly brushing his a moment later, noses bumping as the wizard waited with baited breath. The blonde got over his hesitation quickly though, seeming determined to stick with whatever idea he'd been talked into, and smashed their lips together not even a full ten seconds after.

Kissing Tango wasn’t that bad, it was actually kinda nice. The blazeborn was warm, very warm, but not burning hot. Said warmth seemed to travel through the wizard and it fluttered around nicely in his stomach. Tango's lips themselves were pleasantly warm and a bit cracked, but they felt surprisingly lovely against Scar's own. He'd had worse kisses during this whole death game, so this one was pleasantly enjoyable.

Transferring lives didn’t have to take too long, usually it only needed the quickest of pecks and the thought of handing over some life-force. But it seemed the two got a little….caught up in the moment. Scar had been letting the blonde lead the kiss from the beginning, and didn't protest at all when Tango slipped his tongue into his mouth. He really felt the life flow info him then, the familiar sensation of one of the blazeborn's green lives turning Scar's own red one yellow.

He held back a muffled groan in his throat, well aware that other people were still close by. Scar's hands went to rest light on Tango's hips, and one of the latter's hands cupped his cheek. The other hand grabbed the back of the wizard’s head, titling it so its owner could explore his mouth more.

The kiss felt like it lasted for much longer than it probably did. If they were alone, Scar was sure they would've become a little more frenzied, more passionate, kissed a little more hungrily. Maybe a few more places would've been touched by Tango's warm lips as well. For now though, the blonde's tongue explored every inch of Scar's mouth it could reach, unnaturally sharp teeth occasionally nipping at his bottom lip and making the brunette want to melt into the shorter ever more.

They pulled away after some time, both gasping for air. Tango moved away slowly, nose bumping with Scar's and puffs of his breath landing on the others face. His gaze was a little half lidded, but mostly his eyes were their normal amount of wide as Tango removed his hand from the back of Scar's head. The blazeborn's lips were red, swollen and a little puffed up, and part of Scar wanted to lean back in and ruin them some more.

There was some…weird tension in the air, a kind the brunette couldn't really describe as the two momentarily studied each other. He saw how Tango's gaze searched his face, and Scar was sure he looked just as, if not even more, ravaged than the other. His eyes were half lidded, dazed, maybe even a little bit dreamy. His own lips felt more swollen than they'd ever been, and Scar had had a lot of really heated lip locking sessions in his time.

"You're a surprisingly good kisser." Tango muttered too quiet for anyone else to hear, the tips of his pointed ears now colored cherry red.

"Why thank you!" Scar huffed in response, matching the others volume. "You're not so bad yourself." A signature little smile crept its way onto his face, and the wizard ignored the flushed feeling of lingering on his cheeks.

Tango shuffled further away, until they stood at least a foot apart. "Wel!" He said, hands being clasped behind his back. "That's that!"

"Mhmm" Scar hummed, gaze flicking to the other members of BEST behind them. Skizz and Bdubs were sharing a glance between them, and the air around the two was more than a little awkward. Scar held back an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Thank you for your service, good sir!" He continued. "The snow fort remains intact for now!"

"Right, right.." Tango responded, casting his own look back at his teammates. "See you later, or something!" He said, a little too hurriedly, and turned his back on the wizard.

"Goodbye!" The wizard called, watching the other three scamper off for a minute. Even from here, he could hear Bdubs lean in and ask exactly what the hell that was all about. Tango's ears turned pink again, and he seemed to be stammering a weak explanation out to his two friends.

Scar turned away on his own time, a satisfied little smile playing on his lips and the feeling of Skizz's eyes burning into him as he left. He’d have to find a way to thank Tango later, maybe he could even give him a life of his own one day. (Scar might only be yellow for now, but he was already planning to scam his way back to that beautiful dark green again)

The incident wasn't really brought up again, and Tango only gave Scar brief acknowledgement after that, in the form of quick nods and glances. Scar returned them all with his usual enthusiasm, ignoring the small want to press their lips together again.

That wasn’t for this time, no no. Maybe in another world, but not this one.

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Martyn really couldn't believe how he'd got here, really. He was giving Ren, amazing, handsome, beautiful, wonderful Ren , a life. Because they were in the Shadow Alliance. And his ally needed a life.

It felt a little bad, looking at Ren's lips before kissing him. It felt bad because of Mumbo, because of Jimmy. If they were dead he wouldn't feel bad, but they're not, and this is probably cheating again. And he feels bad about that, really he does, it's just…it's Ren. It's just Ren. He couldn't resist that man, even if he tried.

"You good man?" The man of the hour asks him, clearly reading that something is wrong. Martyn knows it's not showing on his face, and that the dog can just read him that well.

"I'm good, I'm good." He muttered, leaving in. "I swear." Ren just hummed in response, and met him in the middle.

Martyn had thought he was starving, but if that was true then Ren was absolutely ravenous. He was biting and nipping on Martyn’s lip almost instantly, which he damn well knew drove him crazy. He groaned in response, letting the kiss advance further and a tongue enter his mouth.

Kissing Ren was great, it really was. If you gave Martyn the option, he'd kiss this man until he died. But his head wouldn't let him forget the last kiss he'd shared, the last life he'd transferred like this, and it made his heart ache a little. Well it was more than a little, it was a lot actually. Because he had to be the idiot in love with three people at once, didn’t he?

He gave Ren the life and pulled away. It left his old partner confused, because he wanted more, thought they were going to keep going like they used to. Martyn said he'd wanted it. And he had wanted it, he'd wanted it desperately so. Every time he'd seen Ren in this game he'd wanted to kiss him until they both couldn't breathe, he'd remembered those stolen moments at Dogwarts and longed for more.

But kissing Ren like that reminded him of Jimmy, of giving him a life then breaking his heart. He still couldn't look at those eyes, hadn’t even tried to visit his new place of living, because it hurt. It made Martyn’s heart shatter into a million pieces. He'd broken that man, played with his emotions, and now he lived in a fucking shack with no friends.

He was reminded of Mumbo, who he loved so dearly but couldn't stay loyal to. And then he felt bad, and like a scumbag. Even though if he explained it he was sure Mumbo would understand. He'd be hurt but he'd understand, because he was Mumbo and he was amazing and Martyn knew his loved ones better than he knew himself. And now both he and Jimmy were red and Martyn couldn't talk to them, because red lives weren't supposed to have friends.

"Sorry." He mumbled, feeling Ren's worried gaze on his back. "I just-"

"Got some weird romance stuff goin’ on?" Ren asked, and of course he would guess that. Because he and Mumbo were never shy about being married, were they? He couldn't know about Jimmy though, because no one but Jimmy himself knew about it, and he still thought it was all fucking fake.

"Yeah. Yeah. That's it. Sorry, again." He muttered. Ren muttered something comforting, but Martyn didn’t hear it, not really. He felt a hand be placed on his shoulder, and they stood like that until someone started coming down the ladder.

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Bdubs asked Tango to give him a life one day, because he was low. They were allies now, their two groups, had been for most of the game now. Things had been….rocky to say the least, but Tango jumped on the opportunity to give Bdubs another life, to kiss him again. He'd never gotten such passion for the moss man or his masked partner again, only soft touches and forehead pecks. He'd gotten all that from Skizz, really, who got the same as him from the other two.

So saying he was excited for another exchange like that was a bit of an understatement, and Bdubs could tell, because he'd seen the way Tango's tail flicked and then dragged them off to somewhere more private.

Now they stood close together, Bdubs’s back pressed up against a wall. The blazeborn had been slowly inching forward, but had stopped, wanting the other to feel comfortable. He was kinda trapping the guy against a wall right now.

Bdubs was apparently fine, as he moved forward once he saw Tango's hesitation. "Kinda excited to kiss you again." He muttered, starting to slowly close the distance between them even further. He seemed a little sheepish about the admission, which made Tango's tail curl up in joy.

"Yeah?" Tango giggled, leaning forward teasingly. "Was I that good last time?"

" Yes " The moss man's voice was even lower, even quieter now, and a shiver went through Tango at the word.

"You're not so vas yourself~" He whispered, leaning a little closer thab the first time. Bdubs did the same, until they were only an inch apart. The blonde wasn't sure who exactly closed the gap, or if they'd done so simultaneously, but what he did know that Bdubs’s cool lips were against his mouth; and he was loving every second of it.

A hand grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging them both backwards. Bdubs's back hit the wall with a low thud , and the man whined into the kiss. One of his hands went to tug at Tango's hair, causing the blonde to make his own noises and slip his tongue into the other's mouth; doing so almost desperately. He kissed his ally into the wall, doing so out of pure desire and nothing else. Hands tugged at hair, and they both were probably loud enough for the rest of their team to hear.

They kept kissing even after the life transferred, enjoying the way the other tasted far too much to stop. Tango wouldn't even realize they'd completed the transfer until they pulled away for the final time, when he saw the changed color of Bdubs's beautiful eyes. The other would lean in again, and Tango would let himself be kissed stupid again, and maybe a few more times after that.

He'd be regretting this a few days later, when Bdubs killed him in cold blood. If he’d known that then, maybe Tango would've kept his lives to himself for once. He didn’t regret this kissing, but it did still hurt, just a little bit.

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Etho sighed, looking at the most recent messages on his communicator. Two in particular stood out from the rest, and was the reason he was sighing in the first place. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes scanning over them for what felt like the millionth time that day.

LDShadowlady was killed by BdoubleO100

BdoubleO100 was shot by Grian

That wasn’t supposed to be the plan. That last one wasn't a part of the deal. Etho had told Bdubs if he could kill a red, he'd give him a life. Because Etho had a few lives before he too turned red, and despite all their differences he still wanted Bdubs around. He wanted him to live . But so many people were on red and so much had happened between everyone, between BEST, between them , that it felt wrong to just hand one over. So he'd gone and made that stupid deal instead.

He'd told Bdubs to meet him at the snow fort as soon as he completed his task. And he had completed it. He'd killed Lizzie, taken a red name out of the game for good. But Grian had got to him first.

It had all happened a few hours ago, but Etho’s brain wouldn't let him stop thinking about it. It wouldn't let him ignore the pain. He'd been really looking forward to transferring that life too, to maybe giving the man one last kiss, to keeping him around. But Etho didn't get that in the end, and it made his heart ache and looking at the message over and over like he'd been doing just made him feel worse . So he huffed, back resting against the cold snow wall and soil sand under his feet, and threw the communicator across the room for the fifth and hopefully final time.

He slid down until his bottom hit the floor, resting his arms on his knees and burying his head in them. He couldn't sit there for hours, moping and useless. He had to live, to survive, to win. He had to do it for Bdubs, because he knew Bdubs would want him to make it as far as possible.

But the snow fort did feel empty now, and he wanted to grieve, to focus on that emptiness for just a little bit longer. So he'd live tomorrow, survive tomorrow, maybe win tomorrow. All for his fallen friend, all for him. All for the man who was probably more than just his friend, and Etho had just been too scared to say it.

He'd live tomorrow, for team BEST, for Bdubs.

#ron.fic #last life #trafficblr #goodtimeswithscar #ethoslab #tangotek #grian #pearlecentmoon #zombiecleo #scott smajor #trafficshipping #ldshadowlady #bdoubleo100 #joel smallishbeans #inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #rendog

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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Could you do prompts 8."hey if you cry, ill cry and that won't be fun for anyone" and 10." Hey I'm not going anywhere" with Eddie please. It can be any situation. Thank you

LOVE!

I didn't expect him to live.

To make it out of the upside down in one piece. Granted, he had little, tiny bite marks all over him and he was bleeding from anywhere and everywhere- but he was alive.

It was Dustin and Mike in the hospital room first, appreciating him, then Steve and Robin went in next to give him some shit about almost dying. Then it was Wayne, sobbing and cradling his nephew to his chest, clinging to the last of his family. I just waited outside, tears trailing down my cheeks and my heart pounding as my brain tried to come up with something, anything to say to him.

But nothing could've prepared me for the sad smile on his lips as I step into his room, his bottom lip wobbling as he reaches out to me, pulling me next to him the minute I'm close enough.

"Hey if you cry, I'll cry and that won't be fun for anyone." I giggle tearily, reaching over to brush the tears from his bruised face. He looks pained but not physically, he looks emotionally beaten and bruised as he looks over me.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop, don't apologize. You did what you had to, saved the world- you were a hero- are a hero." I give him a playful shrug before looking over his wounds. "Little fuckers got you good." I mutter, wanting it to come out playful but instead there's a bit of bittersweet sorrow behind my words.

"Hey," he pauses, reaching over to take my hand in his, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine, "I'm not going anywhere"

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#eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic

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koushou · 3 years ago

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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Don’t Ignore Horny Daichi - Daichi Sawamura

author’s note: hehehe... so I’m officially a Daichi fucker yall.. his fine ass. im on my ✨period✨ so im extra thirsty rn. enjoy!

summary: daichi’s horny but you’re preoccupied with something sooo..

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, pure love making, established relationship.

Today was a lazy Sunday. Daichi was out at practice and you were in his apartment chilling like a villain, lounging around in his hoodie and some shorts while playing his playstation.

You had no clue what you were doing, pressing all the wrong buttons and definitely ruining his stats, but who cares? You were bored and your boyfriend wasn’t home so what’s a girl to do?

You sigh and put the controller down and grab your phone to text him.

“Daichiiii 🥺” you text, throwing your phone somewhere while you continue the game. 20 minutes go by and he texts you back.

“I know, babe. We’re wrapping up now, I’ll be home in thirty.” He said, so readily aware that you were going to say something about missing him. You sigh and pout, grabbing the controller to continue to play the game.

Even though the game you were playing was really hard, it was kind of fun. It was some first person shooter Daichi and the boys would play, him shouting call outs over the voices of everyone else in the middle of the night and waking you up in the process. What was it called, call of duty or something? Either way, you were starting to get the hang of the game and you were dominating the lobby right now.

A bit of time passed and you heard the door of Daichi’s room open, your tall boyfriend throwing his gym bag next to his closet as he sighed.

“I’m home, babe.” He grinned, kissing you on the cheek. You smile at him and turn your attention back to the game and welcomed him home.

“Call of Duty? Since when did you game?” Daichi asked, looking at the T.V in confusion.

“I was bored but now I kinda like it. I see why you play this so mu- Oh come on!” You shout after being killed. Daichi giggled and kissed your forehead, saying something about getting in the shower before getting in bed with you. You nod, half hearing what he said as you continued the game.

Daichi got undressed and grabbed a towel, walking into the bathroom of his room and closing the door. You hardly notice him get naked in front of you as you completely demolish everyone in the lobby, laughing maniacally as you get last kill.

A few minutes go by and Daichi comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His muscular body was glistening wet, practically dripping onto the floor as his towel hung lazily on his hips. You stare at him as you wait on a loading screen, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Enjoying the peep show?” He teased, taking his towel off to dry himself. You pick your jaw up and turn back to the game and start playing again, ignoring Daichi getting changed directly in your peripheral vision.

“Fuck sake!” You cuss, getting destroyed by an absolute douchebag of a player. Daichi sits on the bed next to you, laying his head on your thighs as he caressed them.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby.” He hums, taking in your scent as he played with the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip, unable to take your eyes off the screen as you lay back a little in bed.

Your attention was so focused on the game you didn’t even hear him say he was horny, something about him getting hard at practice and having to go to the bathroom and adjust his shorts to hide his raging hard-on.

“You suck at this, you know?” Daichi teased, hoping that would at least get you to look at him but no dice. You kept playing, unaware of your boyfriends blatant requests for sex.

Daichi sighed and sat up, staring down at you on the bed as you shift your eyes a little to look at him as he got up, unsure why he moved away from his position.

Daichi crawled on top of you and started kissing your neck, you letting out a small gasp as he expertly found your favorite spot and nibbled a little. You shuffle in bed, eyes still trying to look at the game and play as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You’re slowly getting turned on as Daichi grabbed you and kissed you with such feral hunger, pausing the game as you throw the controller onto the floor and run your fingers through his hair.

“Oh don’t stop playing now, Y/N.” Daichi said, sarcasm coating his tongue, pulling his hoodie off of you. You say nothing, blinking at him dumbly after the sloppy neck kisses he gave you.

Daichi went down and grabbed your breast, taking the other in his mouth as he licked and sucked on your exposed nipple, drawing soft moans from your throat.

“Go on, baby. Finish your game. Don’t mind me.” He said smirking, continuing his work on your breasts. The pit of your stomach was fluttering, the spot between your legs gettign wetter with each lick on your nipples.

Your focus on the game became hazy, running around aimlessly as players kill you easily. Your breathy moans fill the room as Daichi trailed kisses down to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your panties off expertly as he gathered your slick on the tips of fingers.

You arch your back, struggling to even get a single kill as Daichi slurped on your pussy, growling into you as your legs quiver and close in on the sides of his head. He chuckled, shoving two fingers inside as he fingered you and devored you at the same time drawing long drawn out moans from your lips.

You’re AFK at this point, players getting a free kill off your stilled character as Daichi devoured your aching pussy.

“Daichiiiii-hah! I-I can’t take a-anymore.~” you whine, at this point not even playing the game. You want to touch him, ruffle your fingers into his hair or something but he insists that you keep playing.

Your eyes could hardly stay open, your whole body convulsing as Daichi makes his assault on your clit with his mouth, his fingers hooking to poke at that spot you love. He laughed as he listened to you whine and get killed in game, you’re so fucked out that you can hardly focus on what’s in front of you.

The pit of your stomach formed a knot raring to snap in seconds, your face pulling into a lewd look as you pant and moan loudly into Daichi’s room. Finally you’re pushed over the edge, a raspy moan leaving your mouth as Daichi licked you for all you had. Before pulling away, he licked up your thigh, looking you in the eye as he smirked at your cute exhausted face.

You squirm, watching limply as Daichi sat up to pull down his sweatpants and boxers.

“You ready, baby? I can’t wait to be inside you.” He huffed, revealing his hard dick as it slapped against his stomach. You nod, spreading your legs open wider for him like a good girl should.

Daichi grabs the controller off the floor; since you dropped it while you were screaming his name, and handed it to you, telling you to keep playing.

“Don’t drop the controller no matter what, understand baby?” He coos, inching himself inside you slowly as you gasp as the stretch of his entrance.

You’re still sensitive from being eaten out, wet and ready for him as he slips deeper inside you. And here you are, desperately attempting to play Call or Duty while your boyfriend rearranged your guts in an agonizingly slow pace. You let out little whimpers with each rut of Daichi’s hips, clenching onto the controller as you just stare at the screen. Your eyes roll back, panting as he started to pick up some speed.

“D-D-Daiichii, f-fuck!” You squeal, earning a low chuckle from Daichi as he pinned your legs down on the bed, your feet above your head now. He obviously didn’t care if you paid any attention to the game now as he fucked you so hard it was impossible to focus on anything else but Daichi’s dick kissing your cervix as he rubbed circles on your puffy clit.

“I’m cumming soon, baby. Wait for me, okay?” Daichi cooed, leaning in to give you a wet kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, huffing into his mouth as he fucked you brain-dead.

He’s urging you to cum now, mumbling something to you about how close you are, he can feel you clenching down on him; let go baby he hummed.

That’s the last thing you hear before you’re screaming, your back arching off the bed as Daichi fucked you through your orgasm. Daichi came hot inside you, painting your insides white as he groaned against your neck.

He climbed to the other side of the bed and laid beside you, breathing unevenly from the work he just put in. You’re a fucked out mess, laying limp in your boyfriend’s bed as you turn your head to look at the t.v.

You had been kicked out of the lobby for inactivity, getting a few hate messages from angry teammates but whatever. It was Daichi’s account anyways. You sigh, leaning into his chest as you listen to his heartbeat and cuddle with him.

Cuddling with Daichi after sex was the best part, other than the mind blowing orgasms he’d give you he was always sure to make you feel loved and adored afterwards.

Daichi chuckled weakly and landed a playful pat on your ass, as a “good game” praise.

“That’ll teach you to ignore me.” He said breathily, causing you to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #daichi sawamura #daichi smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu tanaka #haikyuu keiji akaashi

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bbugyu · 4 years ago

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hi! could i request a jeonghan enemies (or friends that bicker a lot) to lovers? ty and i love ur writing !!

i am so glad you requested this because i have had this in the works for so long that i had to throw it into a case converter because it had capitalization and i was Not gonna finish it if i had to type it proper (i'm a fucking gremlin ok)

thank u for reading my work and thank u for giving me the perfect excuse to be hopelessly in love with jeonghan!!!!

falling + yoon jeonghan

finally, he thought. someone on his level. what’s the catch?

part one | part two

wc.10009 (fuckin oops) | fluff, humor, uni/coffeeshop/enemies to lovers au, gender neutral reader, slow burn, drinking, like lk too much drinking, swearing, throwing it back to sistar, copious argumentive flirting, everyone is MEAN but like in a funny way, bff!mingyu, it's your resident mingyuzi shipper, the only person more of a little shit than jeonghan is y/n

i used to be a barista and i would get exceptionally hateful towards customers for really stupid reasons and the only thing that could stop it is if they were really hot. this seems to hold great jeonghan energy. also i made y/n, like, mean as hell. like not actually mean but like. Mean. sorry. also all bars mentioned are real bars on capital hill in seattle that i love so if you recognize them that’s why. enjoy this enemies to lovers courtship.

you were pretentious, jeonghan thought. you acted like you were better than everyone else, and he hated that he had yet to find a reason to call you wrong.

he saw you almost every day during the week, between the class you shared on tuesdays and thursdays, and the cafe he worked in that you frequented to study. your demeanor was always polite, but what most people would describe as cold. you had caught his attention the first day of the semester, something about you seemed familiar, but he couldn't place it until he made your coffee the next day. you usually sat in the row in front of him, a few seats over, and he would chew on his cheek and wonder how you could sit back in your chair, arms crossed and eyes hardly opened, but still get the highest essay scores in the class. at the end of lecture, after he was done spending all his brain power stewing about your ability to succeed in visual culture without really trying, he would text his friend that took the class last quarter and ask, panic stricken, if he still had his notes, the irony of the situation completely lost on him.

at the cafe, you would come in, order an americano, and sit yourself in a well lit corner to work on your classes for a few hours, the coffee mostly undisturbed on the table beside your favorite armchair, then leave. there was never a smile on your face, and you were always alone. jeonghan watched the ice in your americano melt, watering down the coffee he made. maybe he had let the shots of espresso sit too long before saving them. maybe he let them burn on purpose just to see the face you made. but alas, you hadn't even put the metal straw to your lips. he wondered why you even ordered a coffee if you weren’t going to reap the benefit.

joshua spotted him leaning against the counter as he came out of the kitchen and laughed, setting down the freshly washed milk pitchers. “ask them out.”

he stood up straight. “why?”

“why not? you clearly like them.”

“i really don’t,” jeonghan laughed. “you’re crazy for thinking i do.”

joshua rolled his eyes. “no one spends as much time as you do staring at another person if they don’t find them at least a little attractive. have you ever even talked to them? outside of taking their order?”

he hesitated. “no?”

“so what if they’re actually really wonderful and you have a lot in common?”

“as if.”

“wow,” joshua said, leaning against the counter. “i can’t believe yoon jeonghan is afraid to talk to his crush.”

jeonghan shoved his friend's shoulder, giving him a look. “absolutely not. i'm 99% sure they're a pretentious asshole.”

he crossed his arms. “what does that make you?”

“shut up.”

“whatever, han. i’m just saying it’s kind of pretentious to hate someone solely because they don’t smile wide enough for you when they’re saying thanks.”

“it’s not that hard!” jeonghan said, maybe a little too loud. “i don’t wanna smile either, shua! but i do it! so can they!!”

joshua laughed. “lower your voice and go say hi, you freak.”

much to his chagrin, jeonghan got shoved towards your spot in the cafe with the front of the tables needing to get wiped down. he looked at joshua and seokmin with a furrowed brow as he wrung the towel, both of them giving him thumbs ups with wide grins. begrudgingly, he slowly made his way over to you.

“hey,” jeonghan said, doing his best to project something other than the absolute turmoil going on inside his head. you looked up from your textbook, pulling the earbud out of your ear. “why don’t you drink the coffee?”

you furrowed your brow and looked at your untouched americano. “i- uh, what?”

“you never drink the coffee,” he repeated, nodding at the glass. “why do you get it anyways?”

you blinked up at him. “are you offended that i’m not drinking your coffee?”

he almost laughed at the look of disbelief you were giving him. “no, i just don’t get why you waste the money here if you don’t even need the caffeine.”

“it’s cheaper to buy an americano than it is to rent a stall at a study cafe,” you said, habitually hitting save on your notes document. “why are you so worried about me, yoon jeonghan?”

he faltered, surprised. “you know me?”

“nametag,” you didn't miss a beat, pointing at his chest and giggling. “do you know me?”

jeonghan’s lip twitched, feeling almost embarrassed by not thinking of his own nametag, and definitely not an involuntary reaction to seeing you smile for the first time. “uh, yeah. we have a class together,” he said as casually as possible as he folded the washcloth in his hands. “visual culture.”

you nodded, looking into space for a moment. “hmm. weren’t you also in child psych with professor moon last winter?”

he blinked back at you. “yeah? you were in that class?”

you nodded, holding in a laugh. “yeah, yoon jeonghan. i was. head in the clouds?”

for some reason, the way you said his full name made his ears heat up. “maybe you were easy to forget,” he said dismissively, even though you both knew that wasn't the case. “isn’t it better to study in a library? that one’s free.”

“there’s never any open tables at the library,” you said, unfurling your legs and sitting straight, textbook in your lap. “and the chairs are uncomfortable, unlike this armchair. and people usually don’t bother me here.”

jeonghan sighed. “well, if you’re insistent on going to a cafe, there’s one down the street with a better espresso bean and it’s less busy. less people to bother you and a better tasting americano that you won’t drink.”

you cocked your head, closing your laptop. “is that an invitation?”

and for the first time, you saw jeonghan stutter. “n-no? just a suggestion. i think it’s cheaper, too-”

“don’t you work here?” you asked, eyes shining. “shouldn’t you be happy i’m wasting my money here?”

he eyed you, beginning to turn his body to leave the conversation. “do whatever you want. i’m not your dad.”

you grinned, leaning forward in your chair. “are you busy after class tomorrow?”

“why?”

“i need you to show me where this cafe is.”

jeonghan sighed. “can’t you just look it up? cafe nomu.” he wrote the characters with his finger in the air. “no-mu. use naver.”

“i get lost easily,” you said, standing up. jeonghan wondered if you were telling the truth. “we can go together?”

jeonghan watched you pack up your things, confused. “why?”

you paused, looking at him. “why not?”

he was getting real sick of people asking him why not.

“did i drive you away?” he asked instead, nodding at your now packed bag.

“no, i was headed out soon anyways.” you swung the bag over your shoulder and picked up the untouched americano. “do you want this?”

jeonghan couldn’t help but scoff as you handed him the glass that had been the subject of his staring all afternoon. “you can't be serious.”

you grinned and patted his shoulder. “i’m y/n, by the way. i’ll see you in class?”

he squinted at you as you walked away, suddenly confused by the quick succession of questions you had thrown back and forth. you were cute, sure, and his distaste for you was misplaced, perhaps, but he couldn't help the annoyance that bubbled up in him as you sauntered out of the cafe like you had won a debate. he walked back to the counter and set down the americano, an excited seokmin waiting for him.

“so?” he grabbed the glass and dumped it in the sink behind the counter. “how’d it go?”

jeonghan looked at the door you had left out of. “i think i just got asked out.”

“what?” seokmin’s hands made fists in front of him while he grinned. “y/n did? are you serious? you said yes, right?”

“not really,” he replied, looking back at the younger and exhaling deeply. “but i don’t think i can avoid it.”

you had known of yoon jeonghan for a while. a class here and there, a few mutual friends, and of course at the cafe. but the night you learned his name really stuck out to you, when he had been singing at a karaoke bar right after finals last quarter.

it was common to celebrate the end of finals week with partying and drinking, and your friends had invited you out to barhop until the sun came up. you started at a dance club, had way too much rum at a hula themed place, took tequila shots at a gay bar, then landed at a karaoke bar with a can of beer in your fist and a grin on your face. your friends liked to sing, so you had fun encouraging them to get on the slightly raised stage and show their chops.

“no, no, no,” mingyu said, grabbing your hands as you tried to push him towards the dj. “no way, i recognize the names on the list. there’s real singers here.”

you looked at the screen that displayed the queue. “what do you mean? who?”

“that guy,” mingyu said, pointing at the screen easily, despite you having to crane your neck to even view it. “no way. he’s in jihoon’s band, i’m not following that guy.”

“hangguk’s angel yoon jeonghan,” you read, squinting. “sounds like a pretentious asshole.”

mingyu laughed. “wait til you hear his voice, you’ll see how he got the name.”

"y/n's right," jun interjected, leaning heavily against the standing table your quad squad had claimed, pouring more soju for himself and whoever would claim the other glass. "he is a pretentious asshole."

you pointed at him, brows raised at mingyu. "jun is never wrong."

mingyu rolled his eyes. "pretentious assholes can still sound like angels."

“where the fuck have you been,” you asked, startled by your third and final friend suddenly appearing beside you.

“around,” vernon said, sipping at the nondescript brown liquid in his glass through a bright pink straw. he laughed when you quirked an eyebrow at him. “soonyoung’s here with his posse, he caught me while i was getting another drink.”

“see!” mingyu shook your shoulder, nearly choking after downing jun’s companion shot. “i told you! jihoon’s band.”

you whacked his bicep. “who cares? just go queue a rap song or something, you pussy.”

the singers cycled through and you cheered on many of your fellow drunk university students as they sang with no remorse. jun dragged you onto the tiny dancefloor and forced you to help him hype up soonyoung - his dance team captain - as he screamed along to hurricane. then one of vernon's friends performed a near flawless rendition of shake it by sistar after yelling something about bringing the summer to this cold winter night, earning him a cheering and dancing crowd, and you had known far more of the choreo than you had thought. mingyu was whooping and hollering at you playfully every time you threw your ass out to the song, and he only got louder when jun and vernon did their best to follow along with you, and you had almost forgotten about the name that everyone insisted was to be feared.

“that guy?” you asked, the self-proclaimed angel stepping onto the stage. you recognized him immediately. “that’s my barista.”

mingyu made a noise that almost resembled whistling, if he had been capable of doing so. “i should start studying with you next quarter.”

and when he sang, it clicked. despite the tonal difference, you couldn't help but become enthralled by his voice. gyu was right. pretentious assholes could still sound like angels, and perhaps that was by design.

his voice drifted through your head again when you noticed him in your visual culture class, seated and giggling at his phone on the first day of the quarter.

"you have another class with him?" mingyu groaned a week later, walking beside you. "why you? why aren’t there hot guys in my major?"

"because pre-med kids are too busy to be hot."

he gave you a look. "damn, okay. like, you're not wrong, but damn."

you rolled your eyes. "don't act like you don't love being the pre-med heartthrob. you would be pissed if you had competition."

"anyways, are you gonna ask him out?"

you pause at the stop light to wait for your turn to cross, turning towards him. "why would i do that?"

“because he’s hangguk’s angel yoon jeong-honey voice,” mingyu said, moving his head as he dramatically pronounced each syllable in your face. “if you’re not already in love with him, you will be soon, and it sounds like fate's trying to bring you together. didn’t you say he’s your barista?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, and his americanos suck now. i don’t even drink it when he makes them anymore.”

he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “what the hell? why do you still go there, then?”

you pouted. “it’s quiet and there’s a comfy armchair.”

weeks passed, and you continued to spot jeonghan in your class when you arrived, hearing the faint sound of his singing voice in your head. when he took your order at the cafe, he had a vague snottiness to his voice, and while you absolutely believed that this was the same person as the one you saw sing a soft love ballad with a sobering intensity at two in the morning, you still struggled to connect it to the one you watched run off the stage, immediately curling into himself and laughing with his friends in embarrassment.

you became more and more fascinated by yoon jeonghan as time passed, but his americanos continued to suck. so when he suggested a cafe with better espresso, you lit up. and when he got flustered, letting down his guard unintentionally, you lit up even more. that was the drunk, embarrassed boy you had seen, pink faced and giggling as he hid behind his friends.

jeonghan sat in his usual seat in class, anxiously glancing up at the door every time a group of people entered the lecture hall. when you arrived, your usual minute before the turn of the hour, he rubbed his palms against his sweats. the sweats that he had worn with the specific intention of making sure you didn't think he was trying too hard to look nice around you. despite that fact, part of him still felt annoyed that you were also dressed down, swimming in a hoodie several sizes too big for you. he tried to make sense of the sudden nerves he had, but not once did he consider they were because he thought you were disgustingly adorable.

instead of taking your usual spot, you marched right up to jeonghan’s table and grinned. “is this seat taken?”

he blinked at you. “yes.”

you laughed and slid into the seat beside him anyways, ignoring the dagger stare from a girl across the room that usually sat beside jeonghan silently. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“how do you expect me to react? you’ve never even smiled at me before yesterday.”

shrugging, you put your bag on the table and leaned back in your seat, assuming your usual position for this particular class. “you didn’t deserve it before yesterday.”

jeonghan wanted to argue with you, but the professor cleared his throat and introduced the subject of the lecture.

after only ten minutes, jeonghan could have sworn he heard you snoring. he poked your shoulder with his pen.

you looked over at him, eyebrow quirked. you mouthed a “what” at him.

he exhaled suddenly, mouth forming a vague smile more in disbelief than from being entertained. he seemed annoyed with you, despite the fact that he was the one interrupting your allocated meditation time. he leaned forward, turning his body towards you and spoke in a hushed tone. “how can you do that every day and still be top of the class?”

you mirrored his body language, leaning forward over the desk and resting your cheek on a fist, speaking in the same hushed tone. “visual culture is subjective. as long as you understand the concept; i-e, how we as humans visually design the world around us and how that becomes an important aspect of our place in nature, in the universe, in existence, etcetera; then you can write about literally anything. my last essay was about skate parks. the more opinionated the essay, the better score you get.” you pointed a finger at the man speaking at the front of the class. “i watched the prof’s ted talk before the quarter started - every lecture is just a regurgitation of the same concepts. it’s an easy a, as long as you have strong opinions.”

jeonghan stared at you for what felt like an eternity. “you do seem like you have strong opinions.”

“and you don’t, yoon jeonghan?”

he supposed he couldn’t argue with that, but it still frustrated him to no end that you had found some kind of loophole that he had missed. you gamed the system better than he could, and he had been stuck pouring over his friend’s notes from the previous quarter and bullshitting some essays about architecture that he didn't give a shit about. and so, instead of spending his whole class stewing like he normally did, he decided to waste no time adopting your approach, pulling his sweatshirt hood over his head and catching up on some missed sleep. when he woke up again, it was to your prodding finger.

“what time is it,” he said immediately, squinting at his surroundings. he suddenly remembered he was in class as he saw fellow students packing up their things and filing out. he looked at you, blinking at your grinning face.

“time for coffee,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings of the light blue hoodie he wore. “did you have any sweet dreams?”

jeonghan shoved his blank notebook into the tote bag he used for classes and stood. ��of course not.”

“i did,” you said, throwing your bag over your shoulder and following him down the hall steps. “i dreamt you paid at the cafe.”

he turned, eyeing your shiteating grin from behind his hood. “yeah, keep dreaming.”

“worth a shot,” you said, trotting down beside him. “so, what’s your major, yoon jeonghan?”

he rolled his eyes, almost forgetting about your habit of calling him by his full name. “do you really care?”

“what else are we gonna talk about, my drinking problem?”

despite himself, jeonghan laughed, looking over at you as you left the lecture hall. “maybe! how bad is it?”

you grinned, feeling successful from making him break his serious persona. “wouldn’t you like to know.”

he clicked his tongue, pushing open the doors of the social studies building. “no fun.”

“you’ll have to invite me to a bar next time,” you said, following after him out the door into the sunshine that cascaded over the quad. it was a beautiful spring day, but a bit chilly, and you shoved your hands into your sweatshirt pocket.

“hmm,” jeonghan said, letting his blue hood fall off his head as he stretched in the sun. “i only really go to one bar.”

you watched him bask for a moment, wondering how many sides of him you had yet to see. his hair was dark, but the lighter chocolate tones reflected in the sun. “bet i can guess which one.”

jeonghan paused on the sidewalk, making you walk ahead of him a couple steps before you turned towards him questioningly. “okay, yeah. guess. you won’t get it.”

you size him up a moment, taking his words as a challenge. “if i guess right, you buy coffee?”

he exhaled, an amused smile on his face. “why are you so obsessed with me buying you coffee?”

“it tastes better free.”

“okay, fine. but if you’re wrong, you buy.”

you groaned. “do you know how many bars are in this city? that doesn’t seem fair.”

jeonghan resumed walking, gesturing for you to guess. “i’ll give you three tries.”

you chewed your cheek, trying to conceal your sly grin. “okay, three tries. deal?”

he nodded. you made it way too easy for him to win. “deal.”

“let me think.” jeonghan watched your feet fall easily into step beside him. “what bar has a stupid gimmick you would be into... pie bar?”

he shook his head, almost laughing at your teasing. “i’ve been there before, but it's not really my thing.”

you exhaled sharply. “shouldn’t that count for a stick of gum or something?” jeonghan laughed, insisting that this was an all or nothing situation. “then i give up.”

“you can’t give up!” jeonghan said. “you said deal. no going back.”

“fine," you pouted. "why can't i remember any bar names? uhh, r place?”

he stopped. “the gay club?”

you stopped, looking at him expectantly. “well?”

jeonghan laughed as he walked again. “no, not r place. jesus. you have one last chance. i’m really excited to order something expensive today.”

you chewed your cheek. “where would someone like yoon jeonghan go to drink… hanguk’s angel yoon jeonghan…”

he stopped in his tracks. “what did you just say?”

you tapped on your chin with a finger, arms crossed. “yoon jeong-honey voice… where would someone like him go? maybe… a karaoke bar?”

“hey, hey-” jeonghan pointed at you accusingly. “are you serious? you’ve seen me?”

“hmm,” you continued, laughing as you avoided his gaze. “oh, i know! the rockbox!”

“yah!” jeonghan was laughing, pointing at you in disbelief. “what the hell! this isn’t fair!”

“you said deal, no going back.” you grinned in victory. “wow, maybe i’ll order something expensive. i can’t believe i won.”

jeonghan’s tongue ran over his teeth as he watched you giggle and happily trot ahead of him. “fine, fine. you win. when did you see me there?”

“after winter finals,” you said, cheesing. “i was there with friends and you sang.”

he tutted. “damn. did i just miss you or did you not sing?”

“i don’t sing,” you said, smiling as he continued walking with you. “my friends do, though. and i was forced to be in soonyoung’s hype squad for hurricane.”

jeonghan clapped suddenly, remembering in his perhaps too drunk stupor that seungcheol had pointed you out, calling you “the cutie that keeps looking at him.” he had, admittedly, checked you out, despite the fact that he had been too embarrassed by his too-serious song to go and talk to you, and he had thought you looked familiar. “oh my god! yes! i did see you! how do you know soonyoung?”

“mutual friends,” you said. “chwe hansol?

he nodded. “we’ve met once, i think. were you there with junhui?”

“yeah, actually,” you said, remembering the opinion of jeonghan your friend had volunteered up for you. “how do you know him?”

“i haven’t talked to him a lot directly, but i know both his roommates pretty well,” jeonghan said. "we do music together.”

“ah, yes,” you nodded in recollection, but refusing to acknowledge how insanely pretentious it was of him to say something like we do music together. “jihoon’s unnamed but immensely prolific band.”

he rolled his eyes. “why is it jihoon’s band? why can’t it be jeonghan’s band?”

“don’t ask me,” you said, putting up hands in innocence. “i didn’t even know it existed until that night. mingyu wouldn’t shut up about it.”

the name sounded familiar to jeonghan, but he moved on as the two of you reached a stop light. “do you go there a lot? or was that a one time thing?”

you eyed him. “this is starting to sound like an invitation, hannie.”

he didn’t comment on the nickname, despite the weird way his arms tingled at it. “you should learn what an invitation actually sounds like. you tend to assume a lot.”

you laughed heartily, and jeonghan ignored the way his stomach flitted while you started to cross the street. “call it wishful thinking, but i think i get you, yoon jeonghan.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

you never answered his question, but grinned instead, which gave jeonghan a sense of unease and a touch of curiosity. as he led you to cafe nomu, he caught himself smiling. laughing. enjoying your company and conversation.

maybe shua hadn’t been completely off base.

by the time jeonghan had realized that his feelings towards you might have evolved from vague malice into something more akin to genuine interest, he was pushing open the door to the cafe for you and mentally double checking that he had put on deodorant that morning, cursing his inability to control his own nerves. ah, he thought. that explained the weird feeling he got waiting for you in class, too. and why he got flustered the day before at his work. he only snapped out of his crowded mind when he heard you ordering an iced americano.

“and for you?”

jeonghan blinked at you, then at the barista that was addressing him. “make that two.”

“thank you for the coffee,” you said, pressing your hands together as he inserted his card.

he waved you off, chuckling, but kept his eyes as far from yours as he could. “a deal is a deal.”

you looked around the quiet cafe, quickly scoping out the seat options as jeonghan accepted the buzzer for your order. he thought it was a little silly, considering the two of you were half of the customers in the cafe currently, but said nothing as he turned it over in his fingers, standing next to you.

“there?” you asked, pointing at a table by a window.

jeonghan bit his cheek, thinking about how joshua would likely be walking down this street to go to his shift, if he had one. “yeah, wherever.”

you were already on your way to the seat when he responded, and he followed, dropping his bag off his shoulder to hang on the hook under the table.

“i thought you were going to get something expensive,” he teased, sitting across from you.

laughing lightly, you pulled your phone out of your hoodie pocket and set it on the table. “you said the espresso was good, i wanted to try it.”

“don’t you not like coffee?” jeonghan asked, squinting at you.

“i love coffee,” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“then why don’t you drink the americanos i make?”

he was leaning forward, staring at you, fingers folding over each other on the table. you pouted, avoiding his eyes suddenly. “no reason.”

leaning back again, he kept a wary eye on you. “that’s convincing.”

“good, it’s the truth.”

jeonghan decided to put a pin in that interrogation in favor of asking you your major.

you laughed again, making a small smile appear on his face. "communications," you answered, despite thinking of how he denied the same question from you earlier.

he let out a low "wah" and cocked his head. "what's up with that? same major."

"really?" you leaned over the table. "what year are you?"

"third."

you put a peace sign next to your eye like you were posing for a photo. "second."

you couldn't help but giggle at the "pfft" that spilled out of jeonghan's lips as he laughed at you, muttering a "really" under his breath at your pose. he was running a hand through his extremely soft and fluffy looking hair when the buzzer went off, and you blinked yourself awake from your trance to nod after he said he would go get the drinks.

admitting to it was the last thing you wanted, but you couldn’t help but hear mingyu’s voice rattling around your head, telling you that you would fall for jeonghan eventually. you had once thought he was completely up his own ass, but you kept getting glimpses of this really cute, really sweet version of him, and it made you want to get to know him better. additionally, it was getting harder to find people that would happily play along with your teasing, and he had no qualms teasing you right back.

when he returned with the americanos, you pressed your hands together in another thank you before taking a sip. he slid back into his seat and looked at you expectantly. "well? what do you think?"

you paused a moment, appraising the flavor. "delicious. thank you."

after he sipped at his own, he nodded. "the beans here are really good. balanced. i wish i could convince my boss to source better stuff."

you watched him sip again, letting out a praise under his breath. you sighed. "i have a confession."

his eyebrows quirked at you, and he did his best to not show the way his stomach flipped. "what kind?"

"i don't drink your americanos because they're shit."

there was silence as he processed your words, and you wondered if you had royally fucked up by saying something. suddenly, he was laughing, and you stared at him in shock as he calmed down. "oh my god, yeah, they are."

"wait, you know?"

"i-" jeonghan paused, rubbing his face, still laughing. "god, this is so stupid. i burn your shots."

your jaw dropped open, but a smile creeped across your face as you understood. "wait, on purpose?"

"you never smile!" he attempted to explain himself with a bit too much enthusiasm, finding his own pettiness ridiculous in hindsight. "not even when i smiled at you. i had a grudge. i'm sorry."

you were sipping your non-burnt americano with a sly look on your face. you wanted to be mad at the wasted money on countless gross americanos, but somehow, you couldn't be. "do you hold grudges against everyone or am i just lucky?"

"uh, depends," jeonghan said, crossing his arms and thinking. "when the prof that failed my roommate comes in, i burn his shots, too. i think he might like it that way, though, because he's always really nice to me."

you almost snorted. "well, you owe me a lot of coffee."

he nodded and sighed, resigning to his fate. "when you come in, your coffee's on me. and i won't burn it this time."

you pouted a second, and jeonghan barely caught it, but he thought the expression was far too cute. "i was hoping you would invite me out again."

"again?" he asked, letting a few 'ha's fall from his lips in quick succession. "you mean for the first time?"

you gestured to the cafe you sat in. "was this not your idea?"

he rolled his eyes. "you invited yourself out and held me hostage."

"does that mean you have stockholms?"

he laughed at the diagnosis, remembering the class you claimed you had both taken the year before. "you're a very charming captor."

you smiled at the compliment, despite the sinister implication.

the next time you saw jeonghan, it was saturday. you had rolled out of bed far earlier than you had intended to when you had fallen asleep at 4 am after a very drunk and extremely conflict heavy game of uno with the guys. you winced at the sunlight streaming through your shitty dorm blinds, fumbling your way to the water dispenser on your desk to rehydrate.

you stared at your roommate's empty bed, remembering they had said they worked early shifts this weekend as you brushed your teeth, and you wondered how they had dealt with you stumbling into the dorm in the wee hours of the day.

you almost gagged on your toothbrush. an empty room on a saturday morning with too little sleep and a nasty hangover, you thought. bad decisions could never be made under these circumstances.

"does jeonghan's cafe do breakfast sandwiches?" you thought aloud with a mouth full of toothpaste, leaning over the sink to spit. you kind of remembered seeing them on the menu, though you never thought to get anything beyond the occasional muffin. maybe today was the day.

after washing your face and cleaning up your hair a bit, you had to dig in your clothes to find your favorite pair of black sweats and a shirt to tuck in. you last minute decided to bring your good headphones, just in case hanguk's angel wasn't there to bug, and ran out the door with your wallet and phone, a pair of sunglasses shoved onto your face.

the walk to his cafe is short from the dorms you lived in, which was another reason you liked it there. it was warmer than it had been during the week, and you watched a big muscular dog running alongside its owner. before long, you were tugging open the door, seeing no line. you grinned at how lucky you were as you pulled your headphones down to your neck.

"yoon jeonghan! you are working!"

he seemed startled by your voice, his shoulders raising slightly as he turned towards the door. "oh, what the hell? what are you doing here at 9:30 on a saturday?"

you pouted, walking up to the counter and tugging off your sunglasses. "are you not happy to see me?"

his laugh was genuine and completely out of his control. "sure i am. nice eyebags."

that, you noted, was the first time jeonghan had ever greeted you with a smile, and it seemed appropriate that it was paired with an insult. "thanks, i'm violently hungover right now." you said, noticing your best friend's roommate standing further back behind the counter, pretty obviously pretending to not be listening to you.

"do you wanna redeem a free americano?" he asked, poking at the touchscreen register.

you hummed, crossing your arms and staring at the menu board. "not today, i wanna try a latte. something tasty, and something for breakfast. what do you think?"

jeonghan stared at you, and you stared back, a small smile on your face. he blinked. "have you ever tried lavender?"

"lavender?" you shook your head, genuinely surprised. "is that a good flavor?"

he nodded, looking down at the screen and adding items to your order. "we have this seasonal syrup that we make in house," he said. "it's my favorite one of the year. honey, lavender, and vanilla bean. big one?"

you blinked at the cup sizes, trying to remember how many bottles of soju you had bought the night before, and subsequently how much money was left in your account. "uh, yeah."

"will you be offended if i give you a vegetarian sandwich? it's the best one."

you cocked your head. "i mean, if it's the best one…"

jeonghan smiled slightly, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. "it's the best one. and it's my secret hangover cure."

you noticed his card too late. "hey, what are you doing?"

he quirked an eyebrow at you. "buying your coffee. like i said i would."

"that was way more than an americano."

"and i've burned way more than an americano," jeonghan reminded you. "and if you don't accept that, i'm buying you breakfast as a peace offering."

your eyebrows raised. "a peace offering?"

he avoided your gaze. "i've decided you're not a pretentious asshole."

you laughed at his word choice, and how it mirrored your own. "i mean, i can be kind of pretentious sometimes. and a major asshole a lot of the time."

jeonghan grinned. "me too."

he washed his hands and passed along the sandwich order to his coworker as he moved to the espresso machine, briefly explaining to you that he was completely useless with food as soon as a heat source becomes involved, but assured you that seokmin was a master with a turbochef, and that your sandwich was in the best hands.

you giggled, watching his hands as he found a squeeze bottle and shot the contents into a glass. "i trust you."

his eyes flicked to you briefly, and you leaned against the drink pickup counter, squinting at the syrup. he held the glass that would soon be your drink up for you. "see the specs? real vanilla."

you hummed. "it smells good."

"it tastes like sunshine, i swear to god."

your eyes followed his hands as he expertly filled and packed the portafilter with fresh grounds. he felt you watching him, and did his best to suppress the itch to fumble. you watched him not burn your shots, stirring them with the syrup and pouring milk from a jug. he added ice, put a metal straw in the tall glass, then placed it on the counter in front of you.

you made sure to smile when you told him thank you, and jeonghan was pretty sure he would have collapsed from how cute he found you if he had slightly less resolve.

"veggie sando for… y/n?" seokmin announced to the cafe, eyes creasing into a laugh as he appeared with a plate.

you gave seokmin a nervous smile. "sorry for staying over so late. i didn't know you worked this morning."

jeonghan looked between you suspiciously as seokmin assured you it was fine, claiming he was knocked out by midnight and didn't even know when you left. who did seokmin live with again? jeonghan chewed on his cheek as he put your drink and sandwich on a tray.

your eyes flicked over to the front counter as a few customers entered the cafe, seokmin already heading over to greet them and begin the order. you tried not to let your disappointment show when you told jeonghan you should probably let him get back to work. he tried to not let his show, either, when he nodded in agreement. neither of you did a great job.

"someone's clocking on in half an hour, i can take a break then. don't leave?"

his almost pleading tone made your lip twitch upward. "don't act so clingy, hannie."

he grinned, then stopped you before you picked up the tray. "first- hang on," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it, quickly going to the keypad as he looked over his shoulder at the customers. "give me your number."

your eyes met his briefly as you took the phone, quickly punching in your digits and tapping to add yourself to his contacts. he smiled at the profile name - "americano" - as you picked up your tray and headed to your favorite armchair. even as he was making other drinks and serving other customers, he couldn't take his eyes off you, sitting in your armchair with your headphones on. it had only been two days since he saw you last, but he hadn't thought of anything but you the entire time. he had almost considered asking shua to swap shifts with him so he could have a chance of seeing you the day before, but he knew his coworker would refuse to take the saturday opening shift. he spent his whole afternoon off sitting on the couch in his apartment, staring at the back of his roommate's chair, trying to figure out why he didn't ask for your number.

"hey," jihoon said, and jeonghan had only then noticed that his roommate had spun his tall cushioned chair around to look back at him. "i said, do you know when seungcheol invited people around tomorrow?"

jeonghan stared at him for a second, then sighed dramatically, rubbing his eye.

"woah," the younger laughed and leaned back in his seat. "who'd you sleep with last night? i need to warn them you're crazy."

"no one," jeonghan pouted. "what the hell? i'm not crazy."

"hyung, i say this with the most respect i can," he said, leaning forward. "you're batshit, especially when you catch feelings for a one night stand."

"ugh, whatever," jeonghan pushed the pillow off his lap and ran a hand through his hair. "we didn't even do anything."

jihoon squinted at him a moment. "okay, hang on, i feel like our definitions of not doing anything are different."

he rolled his eyes. "we didn't do anything," he repeated, standing from the couch and walking over to the kitchen to get water. "like, nothing. we didn't even touch each other. not once."

jihoon looked around, trying to understand what he meant. "i'm confused. you didn't touch your one night stand?"

"it wasn't a one night stand!" jeonghan threw a dagger glare at the other before he drank his water, muttering a "really" beneath his breath.

jihoon's face didn't change. "so… you went on a date?"

jeonghan swallowed the water hard, putting the glass down on the counter and leaning against it. "kinda."

"you are really not making this easy for me at all."

"we got coffee," he said finally. "we have a class together, and we made a stupid bet over who would pay, and they fucking tricked me, so i had to pay for it and we talked for, like, a stupid long time, and i think i actually really…" he exhaled, both hands rubbing his face. "i think i really like them."

jihoon whistled. "i just wanna say before the moment passes that it is incredibly on brand for you to fall for someone because they conned you into buying them coffee."

jeonghan glared at the younger, but he couldn't argue. "we got coffee and talked and then they just…" his palms faced the sky as he gestured, shoulders raised. "they just left. i didn't even get their number."

"okay, and?" jihoon swivelled back and forth in his chair. "you have a class together. you'll literally see them next week."

he groaned, pressing his forehead against the fridge. "but i wanna see them now."

and now, he was seeing you. much sooner than he had expected, yet not soon enough. the saturday morning rush began to pick up, and even when an additional barista arrived, jeonghan wondered if he would actually be able to slip away for a break.

"go ahead," seokmin said, grabbing the steamed milk pitcher from his hand. "me and hyejoo can handle it for a minute."

jeonghan looked at the shrinking line and nodded, quickly pulling off his apron as he walked around the counter. he knew he didn't have a lot of time, and pulling up a chair seemed silly, so he instead just squatted and folded his arms over the arm of your favorite seat.

you looked up from your phone at the motion, pulling your headphones off and grinning. "hey! the drink is delicious and extremely not burnt."

he smiled, noticing it was almost gone. "i'm glad! it's still busy, so i can't really take a proper break, but i wanted to ask you something."

you squinted at him. "what kind of something?"

"do you have plans tonight?"

"depends," you said, turning your body to face him better as you sucked on your cheek. "what's going on?"

jeonghan exhaled, amused. "my roommate is having people over for a few drinks or something, it'd be cool if you came by?"

you looked at a light, gauging the state of your hangover. your voice almost cracked when you asked "tonight?"

"you don't have to drink," he said, remembering what you had told him earlier. "and you can, like, bring a friend if you want. i know it's weird that i'm inviting you to my place."

you thought a moment. "don't you live with lee jihoon?"

jeonghan blinked. "uh, yeah?"

"i'll bring a friend," you said, tapping your fingers on the back of your phone. you looked back to him and smiled. "text me details?"

jeonghan stood. "yeah, i'll text you," he said, glancing up at the door where more customers were walking in. "fuck, i should go."

you followed his gaze. "i think i'll stick to weekdays. this place gets crazy on the weekends."

"tell me about it." he started to walk back to the counter. "i'll talk to you later?"

you smiled and nodded at him, and you waved enthusiastically at him as you were headed out about ten minutes later.

"i'm still waiting for a text," you teased, peeking over the counter as he made a drink.

he laughed. "i'll get to it when i get to it."

"thanks for the sandwich, seokmin! it was delicious!"

seokmin waved at you with a big grin and you looked back at jeonghan.

"i'll see you tonight?"

he nodded, a smug smile teasing his lips. "yeah, i'll see you tonight."

you didn't show the way your stomach flipped when he made eye contact with you, but you slid your sunglasses back on and put your headphones back on your head, and walked to the rhythm of love songs in the sun on your way to your friend's apartment, a stupid childish giggle threatening to surface the entire time.

"hey, is mingoo around?"

minghao blinked at you, standing at his front door with a smile on your face. "dude, you left like four hours ago. what are you even doing here."

"uh, no, myungho, i left like seven hours ago, get it right." he let you walk past him into the apartment. "is he still asleep?"

"is that actually a question?"

you trotted into mingyu's room, humming along to the song playing through the headphones around your neck as you pulled open his blinds.

"god, what the fuck," his rough voice went behind you. "the hell is wrong with you. go home."

"that's not a very nice way to treat the person that's gonna set you up with your future ex-husband."

mingyu's hair stuck in several different directions and his eyes were still squeezed shut, but he had pushed himself off his pillow enough for you to know you caught his attention. "which one?"

you grinned. "the one with the pretty voice."

"wait," mingyu fumbled with his comforter as he tried to sit up. "wait, hang on. jihoon?" you laughed and nodded as he sniffed noisily. "he is not my future ex-husband, y/n. he's it. he's the one that's gonna make an honest woman out of me."

"well, lady, get ready to be honest, because i got an invite to a kickback at his apartment tonight and i snagged a plus one."

he squinted at you. "what's the catch?"

you rolled your eyes. "there isn't always a catch. maybe i'm just trying to be nice."

"yeah, uh huh." mingyu flopped back onto his bed, rubbing his eyes. "why didn't you just text me or something? it's so early."

"it's like, barely morning."

"it's ten."

you exhaled. "it's 11:17, asshole. are you going with me or not?"

mingyu groaned and flopped around, his head aching from the drinks that had stopped too recently. "when?"

"uhh," you stalled as you checked your phone. no new messages. "not sure yet. i'm waiting on a text."

he squinted at you. "who's texting you? soonyoung?"

you shrugged. "sure."

"oh my god, it's jeonghan, isn't it?"

"whaaaaaat?" you deadpanned, walking over to mingyu's bed to sit on the edge, staring at your phone. "why would i be waiting on a text from that loser?"

"i knew you were acting stupid yesterday for a reason," he accused. "and you asked jun what his deal was. you like him, don't you? what did he do? did he corner you?"

"absolutely not," you said, sighing and throwing your phone down on his bed, slightly offended by him saying you were acting stupid but truly not being able to remember if he was wrong. "i cornered him, at his workplace, no less. then i made him buy me coffee. then i showed up to his workplace, again, incredibly hungover, and he still asked for my number."

mingyu's lips formed a pout as he hummed, rubbing his eye again. "never would have pegged jeonghan as the simping type, but sure."

"shut up," you laughed, and mingyu whined about whether or not you had washed your hands when you plopped your palm against his face. he pushed your wrists away. "do you still have that bottle of white wine?"

"you mean the one hao refuses to drink even though i spent good money on it for his fucking birthday? yeah, why?"

you grabbed your phone again, despite it not vibrating. "it'd probably make a good first impression if you bring a nice bottle to the kickback you were last minute invited to. i bet jihoon will be so impressed by your manners."

mingyu blinked heavily. "you're devious. what about you?"

"i don't need a good first impression," you said. "i already made an awful one and he still likes me."

he sighed. "you always have been a charming dickhead."

you grinned at your best friend. "thanks, babe."

mingyu groaned against his palms. "god, fuck, i was supposed to study for my exam today."

you clicked your tongue. "that sucks dick."

"you suck dick."

you pouted out your lips when you got a text from an unknown number. "i'm trying."

you hadn't fully decided yet how you were going to make sure jeonghan really liked you, especially after jun regaled his "disgusting sexcapades," as he described them. you took his words with a grain of salt, considering the guy had an extremely low opinion of him from the get go, but either way, could you really blame jeonghan for putting his incredibly good looks and charm to use?

you, however, found flings incredibly uninteresting. most of the men that went after you were dull at best, and definitely would have fallen for any stupid prank you had played on them. with jeonghan, though, there was a challenge. there was always the chance he would out-trick you. it was new and exciting. playing with people, you decided, was only fun when there were some stakes involved.

inviting you to have drinks at his place seemed like such a transparent ploy to get laid, but you couldn't help but expect more from him. something told you he knew that you wouldn't be that easy, and you wondered what his game was.

i think i'm here >

which apartment was it? >

you definitely could have scrolled up in your conversation with jeonghan to check, especially since mingyu was complaining next to you on the street outside the apartment building, but you preferred the power move of asking again. you hadn't considered, though, that jeonghan was absolutely the type to know exactly what you were trying as soon as he saw the notification and make you wait. you squinted at the window that clearly had a party going on inside of it, willing the boy to respond.

"bro, it's apartment 2-b. soonyoung says he's 'the b in 2-b' like, every chance he gets. let's just go up."

"hang on, i'm plotting," you said, putting up a finger and scrolling through your contacts.

mingyu groaned as you put the phone to your ear, pressing the cold wine bottle against his eye. "you are the most annoying person i've ever met."

"yet you ask me to hang out constantly."

mingyu glared at you with his uncovered eye. "i also watch a lot of shit television, so don't take my taste as gospel."

inside, soonyoung patted down his pockets when he heard his ringtone, then looked at the kitchen counter where he had left it when he was making drinks. he grinned wide when he saw the contact info and practically yelled when he answered the phone. "y/n! please tell me you're finally coming over?"

jeonghan heard your name, his head whipping towards the sound. he stared at soonyoung, phone to his ear as he laughed into it, and he exhaled when he realized what you had done. he looked down at the ignored notification on his phone, his thought process being that you would call as it became more urgent.

and you had, just not him. he cursed under his breath. you were always one step ahead.

"yeah, second floor! come on up, i'll meet you at the stairs!"

jeonghan watched soonyoung shove his feet into a pair of slides and exit the apartment, then quickly downed the rest of his drink. he was gonna need an excuse to ask if you wanted one.

you followed soonyoung down the hall as he excitedly chattered about how he didn't know you were coming.

mingyu laughed. "yeah, we didn't either. y/n got an invite from jeonghan this morning."

"jeonghan?" soonyoung looked at you. "i didn't know you knew each other."

"i enjoy being a mystery," you said, checking quickly to see if your message had been seen yet.

soonyoung couldn't help but laugh at the idea of you and his roommate, especially with a few drinks in him. "you definitely suit each other."

jeonghan hadn't lied when he said people were coming over for drinks, but he had definitely made it seem much smaller than it was. the living area had enough people that you didn't want to bother counting, but probably somewhere in the twenties. there was music playing, but the conversational chatter was still audible over the beat, and people were laughing with each other on just about every surface you could see. you noticed jihoon by the kitchen counter as you were taking off your shoes, and grabbed mingyu's arm to face him towards you.

"jesus, fuck," he stumbled over his own shoes. "why do i hang out with you?"

"he's in the kitchen and he's alone," you said, your fingers digging into his bicep. "now's your chance. ask him where you should put the wine."

mingyu peeked over his shoulder, then looked back at you with wide eyes. "are you serious? right now?"

"right now," you reassured. "you got this, big guy. you're hot, smart, and tall. say you like his music and blow his mind."

he exhaled, his lips forming an o, and shook his hand nervously. "okay. okay. thank you. i love you. i'm sorry i ever called you annoying."

you laughed, smacking his arm. "love you too, goo."

he shut his eyes and spun, walking towards the boy of his affections. you watched him for a moment, though slyly, as you wandered into the party. you wondered where soonyoung had gone so quickly, then clenched your fist in victory when you saw jihoon get wine glasses out of a cupboard and laughed at something mingyu said.

"oh, y/n!" you spun to the familiar voice, spotting jeonghan leaning against a wall casually, half engaged in a conversation. he pushed off it as you closed the short space between you. "you made it! why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"i did," you said, cocking your head at him. "but you probably knew that."

a sideways smile creeped onto his face. "hey, are you drinking tonight? i don't wanna tempt your self proclaimed alcoholism, but i've been sitting on an empty drink for a while, i could make you one too."

you eyed the red cup in his hand. "what's on the menu?"

"paloma," he said, lifting the cup. "but i can make you something else."

you thought for a second, then looked at him. you hadn't had tequila since the night you saw him sing. "i trust your taste."

he tilted his head as he moved, gesturing for you to follow him to the kitchen. you nudged mingyu with your hip as you settled against the counter next to him to watch jeonghan make a drink for you. he looked down at you, then put an arm on your shoulder as he sipped the wine he had brought, and you noticed jihoon had a matching glass. you smiled proudly.

"mingyu?" jeonghan asked, gesturing.

you nodded, then looked up at your best friend. "this is jeonghan," you said, pointing.

mingyu smiled at him. "good luck with this one. jihoon, this is my worst friend, y/n."

"i'm also the reason he's here," you said, leaning forward to direct the speech at boy you were being introduced to. "you're welcome."

jihoon looked at you, mouth parted into an almost smile. his eyes went to jeonghan, remembering their conversation the day before, then to mingyu again, who was covering his eyes with a palm in embarrassment. "this is why they're my worst friend."

jeonghan laughed, pulling your attention back as he popped open a soda with a bottle opener. "so you're like this with everyone?"

"i’m sure i don't know what you mean," you quipped, sliding out from mingyu's arm to grab the bottle and inspect the label. "jah…ritos?"

"jarritos," jeonghan corrected, pronouncing the h sound. "mexican grapefruit soda. it's the best for palomas."

"see, this is why people think you're a prick," you said, putting the bottle back on the counter. "you get fancy soda specifically for your fancy cocktails."

he just laughed at you as he poured tequila from a bottle into two cups of ice. "if i cared what people thought, i would have changed my ways years ago."

you let that marinate for a moment, then decided the two of you were much more similar than you had originally thought. he grabbed the bowl of cut lime wedges that seungcheol had prepared and squeezed two into each cup, and you watched as he topped the drinks with the soda.

"can you handle heat?"

you looked at him. "that's a loaded question."

he laughed again, and you wondered how many palomas he had before you arrived. "i like chili on the lime, but i wanted to be nice and ask before i did it for you, too."

"i'll try anything once."

then you tried it again.

and again.

jeonghan really was charming, you thought. and pretty. and he had a lovely voice.

at some point, soonyoung found you again, just to waggle his eyebrows at jeonghan when he thought you weren't looking, and you got introduced to seungcheol, who you both recognized and were recognized by. jeonghan rolled his eyes and shoved him away when he gave him a look, remembering how he described you at the bar ages ago.

you barely even noticed the time passing, but your drinks kept draining and you kept accepting more, and you wondered if you were really stupid enough to say yes if he asked you to join him in his bedroom tonight. but the more jeonghan talked, the more you were kind of okay with the idea.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

you blinked, chin in your palm and elbow on the counter, face inches from jeonghan's as he put down his cup. "and go where?"

he pouted as he thought. "i could really go for tteokbokki right now."

at that moment, you decided jeonghan really liked you. you grinned. "that sounds so good."

he smiled back at you, and you didn't comment on the way his eyes lingered on your lips, even if you really wanted to. "better tell your chaperone."

you rolled your eyes at the title mingyu had given himself earlier when he was trying to convince you to not take a fourth drink. "don't let his stupid height trick you, he's more of a lightweight than me."

"at least you don't have to worry about him, jihoon would never try anything. the poor guy is so shy, he was probably flustered just when mingyu said hi."

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "does he have to worry about me?"

jeonghan laughed. "if i wanted to get you drunk, i would have poured heavier."

"speaking of," you said, tipping your cup. "this one suspiciously tasted like not tequila."

he stood suddenly, palms on the counter, trying to force down the blush on his ears. "if you're gonna complain about every drink i make you, maybe you should stop asking for them."

you giggled, standing and imitating his stance. "just admit you care about me, yoon jeonghan."

he looked at you, a smile teasing his lips. "only after you admit you're in love with me."

you squinted. "a draw."

he grinned. "tteokbokki?"

#hi im in love with jeonghan!#what i wouldnt give for a fun teasing sexy realtionship with yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #i like this one a lot i hope yall do too #i wrote dis #hannie

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vodkassassin · 4 years ago

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🥒✈ doing fuck marry kill using whoever. Obviously they will be overheard, by mqf, mbj, or both. Also can have sqh state his sexuality which is nothing. Ace rep baby.

Yesss danci I can always count on you! Thanks for slipping my hc ace!SQH in there. Ily @dancibayo

—

“I’m bored,” Shang Qinghua grandly announces.

“Yes, so you’ve said, fifteen times already,” Shen Qingqiu states dryly, but his friend steamrolls right over him.

“I am so bored, so,” Shang Qinghua says, “Shen-ge. Fuck, marry, kill.”

Shen Qingqiu startles, nearly dropping his fan. He whips around to stare at the other with wide eyes. Shang Qinghua props himself up onto his elbow and the grin that’s on his face is mischievous and evil.

“Wh—Airplane?” He nearly squawks, and then returns the grin. “No, stop—!”

Shang Qinghua’s grin nearly splits his face. “Fuck, marry, kill! Tianlang-jun—”

“No!” Shen Qingqiu laughs, reaching for the nearby cushion to chuck it at his cackling friend.

Shang Qinghua ducks the projectile and continues. “Tianlang-jun, Zhuzhi Lang—”

“Airplane!”

“And Sha Hualing!”

“Her?” Shen Qingqiu shrieks, diving for another pillow. His fan tumbles to the floor. “Out of everyone you could have picked for the choices, it had to be her?!”

Shang Qinghua, nimble bastard that he is, managed to avoid this cushion too. “First round will be easy! I definitely didn't have a brain blank and totally forgot anyone else existed. Plus! Shen-ge, I have to cater to the player! Bi-represent!”

“If it’s catering to the player, then this isn’t the game to play when it comes to you,” the Qing Jing peak lord grumbles.

He grabs his tea up from the table he sits at and down the entire cup in one go as if it’s a shot.

“You gotta choose!” Shang Qinghua needles, and Shen Qingqiu casts him a glare.

“Goddammit, fine,” he groans. “Um…. Fuck Tianlang-jun—”

Shang Qinghua bursts into laughter.

Shen Qingqiu scowls, but it directly contrasts the grin that is unwillingly stretching across his face. “What? At least I know he’s got experience!”

“Oh my god,” Shang Qinghua gasps, and then waves a hand. “Okay, go on, go on.”

He narrows his eyes at him, and then slowly continues. “Marry Zhuzhi-lang, and kill Sha Hualing.”

“Do you really hate her that much?” Shang Qinghua asks curiously.

“No,” Shen Qingqiu shrugs. “I mean, she’s practically a teenager, and I hate teenagers on principal, but no. She was just the only one left.”

“Fair enough,” Shang Qinghua bobs his head in acquiescence. “Why marry Zhuzhi-lang, though?”

“Well, I can’t fuck him—”

“I mean, you could, you monsterfucker—“

“You’re so goddamn rude, you know that?” Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes. “He’s just way too…. too baby. I can’t fuck him, so marry it is.”

“Oh, yeah,” Shang Qinghua finally agrees, staring up at the ceiling in thought. “He is just baby, isn’t he? Okay, good choices, I agree.”

“Your turn,” Shen Qingqiu says dangerously. Immediately, Shang Qinghua raises his hands into the air in surrender.

“I can’t play this game!” He whines. “I can’t fuck anybody! That drastically tilts the answer results!”

“Just change fuck to something else!” Shen Qingqiu demands. “You don’t get to just be the one who asks the question every time, that’s boring as fuck. Listen — kiss, marry, kill?”

“Kissing is like, the same as marrying though,” Shang Qinghua squints at the ceiling. He’s lying on his back now, feet dangling off the side of the bed. He gives them tiny, little kicks as he thinks. “Maybe, like, cuddle?”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Just use kiss, moron.”

“Fine, okay, fine. So! Kiss, marry, kill… who?”

“Kiss, marry, kill… Liu Qingge, Mu Qingfang —”

“Oh my god, bro, please—”

“Listen, this is my revenge — and Mobei Jun.”

Shang Qinghua turns his head away from the so very fascinating ceiling just to glare at him. Shen Qingqiu feels so special, very loved. “You totally suck.”

Shen Qingqiu stoops down to grab his fan off the floor and flips it open just to smirk over the top of it at his friend. “You gotta choose.” He quotes.

“I fucking hate you.”

“I mean, you could go back to being bored, it’s all the same to me.”

Shang Qinghua scoffs, lifting his legs up and pressing the heels of his feet into the bed. “God, okay! Umm… kiss… uhh…”

Shen Qingqiu presses a hand against his mouth to smother his laughter. “I’ll wait.”

“Why the hell did you make this so hard for me?” His friend grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “You totally hate me don’t you? Um, kiss Mobei Jun—”

“Called it.”

“Shut up, monsterfucker. Kiss Mobei Jun, marry Mu Qingfang, and— oh fuck,” Shang Qinghua sits up and turns toward him, pout out at full force. “There’s only kill left! Shen-ge! I can’t kill Qingge!”

“You gotta,” Shen Qingqiu shakes his head sympathetically. “That’s the game.”

“This isn’t fair! I gave you an easy out on your first go with Sha Hualing, you have to return the favor!”

“You already started choosing!” Shen Qingqiu argues. “Anyone else I give you now is just me choosing a random person for you to kill!”

“I totally forgot kill was a choice after you gave me the names! Shen-geeeee!”

“Goddammit, fine! You can kill Yue Qingyuan, for me, okay?”

Shang Qinghua pauses his wailing to shoot him an amused look, pout vanishing into nothing. What a brat. “You really have it out for that guy, don’t you? Um, alright, sure, I’ll kill the sect leader for you, but only because we’re bros.”

“Don’t turn this back on me! You’re the one who begged me to give you someone else to kill! Anyway, it’s your turn.”

“Haha! Fuck, marry, kill — Rong Qingsheng, Ju Qingsong, and Qi Qingqi.”

“Easy,” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Fuck Rong Qingsheng, marry Qi Qingqi, and kill Ju Qingsong. At least try and make this hard for me, Shang-ge, c’mon.”

“Wow,” Shang Qinghua sits up again to look at him, tugging one of the thrown cushions into his lap to hold. “No hesitation at all! You decided that so fast… what’s the thought process?”

“Rong Qingsheng is pretty, and not a douche at all, so I’d rate him pretty up there on the fuckable scale just for that. Qi Qingqi is a scary lesbian Amazonian warrior, and if I wasn’t male I’d definitely go for her, but if she ever needed to marry a man as, like, a cover for her true lesbian activities while under the thumb a homophobic dystopian government or something, then I wouldn’t mind submitting my application for that.”

“She can be pretty, uh…” Shang Qinghua makes a face. “I mean—”

“Purposefully provocative because she likes watching macho men squirm when she takes them down a peg and also has bigger muscles than them?” Shen Qingqiu sighs dreamily. “Yes, it’s boss as fuck.”

“Okay, I wasn’t going to word it exactly like that, but yeah,” Shang Qinghua admits. “And Ju Qingsong?”

“He’s an annoying pest. Kill.”

“Bro!”

“What? Please, You cannot tell me that you haven’t daydreamed about wringing his neck even once?”

“I mean. He can be kinda—”

“Irritating? Aggravating? Drive-one-to-murder?”

“—But! Under all that he’s a good guy! He can be really sweet, actually! He’s only really like that because he’s got a useless gay crush on—!”

The door is kicked in. Shen Qingqiu startles, dropping his tea straight into his lap while Shang Qinghua gives a loud yelp and falls completely off the bed with a resounding thump.

They both whip around to stare in uneasy and slightly-guilty silence at the group of people standing outside the door.

“Oh my gods,” Ju Qingsong says, face pale and arm still outstretched. “It was so amusing at first, but please don’t kill me, I promise I’ll be better!”

Rong Qingsheng leans around the man and stares at them for a moment, before casting Shen Qingqiu a wink.

“I wouldn’t mind,” the mild-mannered man says, and Shen Qingqiu brings a hand up to rub over his face.

“Not that I’m not incredibly interested to hear what this was all about,” Mu Qingfang says, from behind them, and Shang Qinghua squeaks. “But, it’s time for Shen-shixiong to take his medicine.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Shang Qinghua pleads, holding his hands up to cover his beet-red face.

“I’ll do you one better,” Shen Qingqiu says calmly, pulling off the tea-drenched outer robe. “If any of you eavesdroppers have loose lips about what you heard here, to anyone, then I will kill you. Understand?”

Ju Qingsong makes an odd sound in his throat, one that sounds both terrified and furious, and the way that the man glances between him and the smirking Rong Qingsheng leads Shen Qingqiu to believe he knows exactly who Shang Qinghua was going to say his ‘crush’ was. How adorable. Too bad for him, then, that Rong Qingsheng seems to find him just as annoying as Shen Qingqiu does.

“There will be no murdering of martial family,” Mu Qingfang says mildly, stepping into the room. “Is that water boiled? I thought I’d try the tea blend, since the capsule form doesn’t agree with you, shixiong.”

“Many thanks,” Shen Qingqiu says.

“Oh, it’s never a problem. Shang-shixiong, Qingge was looking for you. I believe he has the location of one of those flying thunder beasts the two of you were discussing the other day?”

“I don’t wanna go monster hunting again,” Shang Qinghua wails. “Why can’t he just play go with me and call it a day?”

“You’ve overstayed your welcome, Shang-ge,” Shen Qingqiu tells him, smiling politely at the betrayed look his friend shoots him. “Would you mind escorting these two out?”

“See if I ever bring you the newest tea leaf export again,” the An Ding lord huffs, climbing to his feet. “Rong-shidi, Ju-shidi, lets go.”

“Qingsheng, Qingsheng, let's play that game too—!”

“I’m not doing this with you, Qingsong. Shang-shixiong, let's go. I wanted to talk to you about next month's produce quota.”

“Sure thing, Rong-shidi!”

“But, Qingsheng—!”

“Bye, Shen-ge, see you later!” Shang Qinghua chines cheerfully as he tugs the moping man after him. Rong Qingsheng walks out ahead of them. “I had a lot of fun today!”

“Sure,” Shen Qingqiu says, fan fluttering before his face.

He’d enjoyed it too, of course, but he’d never say that out loud. Besides, Airplane already knows, right? There’s no need.

#svsss prompts #scumbag villain self saving system #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #fuck marry kill #peak lord ocs #Mu qingfang #vodka answers #vodkassassin fanfiction #dancibayo

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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OooO! For the requests, u!Patton mini fic with sympathetic Intruloceit and abusive Logicality, Patton is physically and mentally abusive to Logan, and he shows up to the dark side of the mindscape bleeding from the head and on the verge (ha) of passing out, Janus mends him (gets romantic when he wakes up) and Remus goes to bust some asses xD

(as you wish~)

The logical side as his eyes locked to the floor. His gaze fixed on the rusty nails pinning the floor boards down

"Honestly Logan! For being the logical side, you're just so dumb!"

"I know." there was a board to the left of his foot, it has a small spec of red paint. It was kind of a rusty colour if you looked closely at it, and it was flaky. Crusting over the wood rings

"Did you seriously think that Thomas would ever want to listen to you? I mean, what in the nation was that?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry." The paint smelled too, it had a strong iron scent that he could smell from where he was standing. The pigment was soaked into the wood-

"Are you even listening to me? Or are you just that big of a hypocrite?"

"I kno- wait!" Logan snapped his head up, being met with the two furious eyes of his boyfriend

Patton took a hissing breath as he stormed up to the indigo side, "You idiot!! You never ever listen to me! If you ever loved me you would do what I say!"

Logan backed up as Patton stepped closer. Logan could only choke in fear as Patton screamed in his face, their bedroom walls seeming to shake.

"P-Patton w-wait pl-ease" Logan choked on his tears as he hit the bedroom wall. Patton growling in his face

Even though Patton was the shorter one in the relationship, he was stronger, and certainly more intimidating.

Patton looked up into Logan's eyes, a small smile pulling at his lips, "for someone emotionless, you sure are expressive" he cupped the side of Logan's face, "did you lie?"

The shorter man combed back the pin straight hair of the logical side, ignoring the other side's trembling. "You know how I feel about liars, don't you sugar pie?"

Logan's vocal chords betrayed their owner, only small croaks and choked off noises escaping from his lips. Patton caught the hair at his nape, "Answer me"

Logan tried. But he couldn't. His vocals only squeaking in the protest as more tears fell down his cheeks

Patton's expression turned into a sneer. Tightening his grip, "I'm giving you one more chance Logan." his eyes were cold, drained of the emotion and love that they normally held. His skin felt burning. The inferno burning him from the inside out.

No answer could leave the side's lips.

Patton threw the side to the floor, his glasses falling off with the impact and the rusty nail hit his temple. Crimson liquid leaked from the cut. A sudden lightheadedness filled the side's skull, the room starting to spin, and the lights dug knifes into his head

Patton placed his foot on the others back, shoving him to the ground with a crack of Logan's spine. The cyan side kept pushing down as the floor creaked, "I'll answer since you seem too dumb to figure it out." he pushed harder on the side's ribs, "I. Hate. Liars. Deceit is lucky that I haven't dealt with him yet" cold eyes dug into his soul.

"Never ignore me ever again, are we clear?"

Logan nodded and his partner left the room

Logan layed on the floor for what seemed like hours, his breath raced and his head pounded as the ticking of the nearby clock seemed to work to drive him into insanity.

The blue side pushed himself upward, stabling himself in the wall. His limbs felt like lead as he stumbled out of the room

Truth be told, Logan had no clue where he was going. All he knew is that he needed to get help. So he kept walking

It felt like hours, the sickening feeling clinging to his gut as his head filled with cotton, he barely even recognized where he was anymore. It was dark, he knew that. And it smelled strangely like earl gray tea and copper. The tea was the much stronger scent though. It filled the room like someone had sprayed the scent, and old books lined the shelfs. Leaving the room with this warm atmosphere that was lacking everywhere else, even in his own room-

"Logan?"

The logical side looked up, everything was slightly blurry from his missing glasses, but he could make out scales and a black capelet.

Blood flowed down the side's skull, "H-help-" Logan collapsed into unconsciousness.

---

"-mus! We don't even know what happened to him! You cannot just go hit everyone over the head!"

"Well why not! Its guilty until proven innocent!"

There was a slight pause, "other way darling."

"hmm? Nah! I'm right! You're wrong!"

A sigh was heard, Logan could feel someone combing threw his hair, although it was a lot softer and nicer then how Patton did it. "Remus, darling, love of my life. How can I say this? NO!"

Logan cracked open his eyes, his head was covered in thick bandages and he was rested in Janus' lap. Remus bouncing on the other side of Janus.

"Darling, we don't want to wake up Logan."

"Do you think that when Logan wakes up he'll tell us who we have to kick? I hope so! No one should ever hurt someone like that, I wouldn't even do that! And I do a lot of super gory things! Like!" a gasp sounded from the green side, "Have I shown you Jeffrey yet?!"

Janus chuckled, "I don't think so. Why don't you go grab him?"

Logan opened his eyes fully to meet Janus' when Remus ran to the other room. He wasn't expecting to see a fond smile upon the yellow side's lips.

Janus didn't have his hat, curly fry like curls cascading down his forehead, but the rest of his attire was in place, "Good morning, my amazing logic. How are you feeling my dear?"

Logan opened his mouth, but sputtered from the dryness of his thoat. Janus handed him a glass of water, aiding him in holding the glass

Logan drew a calm breath, panting for oxygen, "Th-thank you"

The yellow side smiled, "I have nothing to accept. I simply gave you a simple human courtesy."

Logan blinked, mouth gapping as Janus ran his ungloved finger tips through his hair. Logan slumped against his chest, "Why did you help me?" tears clogged his thoat

Janus blinked, confusion filling his features, "because it was the right thing to do." Janus traced the swell of his back, avoiding the bandages that covered his skin as the time ticked away, "Logan?"

"Yes?"

"who hurt you?"

Silence spread throughout the room, specks thought flickered across the logical side's eyes. Lose flecks of hair covering his eyes as tears stained his face.

"I-I don't want him to hurt you"

A calm smile spread across the deceitful side's face, "He couldn't if he tried."

"JAN!! JANNNN!! SNAKEY!!" Remus burst through the door, a simple looking terrarium in his hands, "Look!" Remus paused the very second he locked gaze with Logan, a gasp filled the room as the green side rushed to place the terrarium on the scratched coffee table

"Lo! Lo-Lo! How ya feeling? Who do I have to hit? No one should hurt you like that!"

Blurry eyes flickered back and forth to the two sides. Both had this tint of protectiveness in their eyes, the tint covered their eyes like a coating of some sort. It was darker, but not the kind of look that was located in Patton's eyes.

"Patton," his voice was hushed, barely audible to the other sides.

Remus grinned, pressing a light kiss to his and Janus' forehead, "I love both of you!" The green side snatched his morning star from the dining room table, slamming the front door shut behind him.

Blush covered the blue side's face, his brain lagging to catch up. "W-what?"

Janus looked down at the taller man, "Rem just gets ahead of himself sometimes, we'll talk about it when he gets back" a soft grin spread on his face, "Want to watch BigHero6 dear?"

Surprise coated Logan's features for a millisecond, hesitantly nodding to the offer. Logan watched Janus search for the remote, his attention being brought to the terrarium on the table

"Jeffrey?"

"he names all his pets Jeffrey."

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 3 years ago

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Trade ya

based on this ask

TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood

Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.

Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.

Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.

Wich was concerning.

As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?

The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.

Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...

despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.

Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.

And with a little magic it was good an new!

Fuck ya!

As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.

"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"

"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"

Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.

Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.

What the actual hell is happening???

"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.

Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.

Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.

He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.

"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"

" not long enough if you ask me"

The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.

...

"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.

Up purely tactical.

"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.

"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.

Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.

In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.

"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"

In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.

Similar to where his was-

It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.

Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?

Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.

"And I sould care about some random kid because?"

"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.

"After all this is your child"

"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"

"My sources say other wise"

Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.

Oh, oh no.

"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"

Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit

"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"

His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?

Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.

(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)

When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.

"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"

You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.

The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.

When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.

Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.

After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-

Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!

Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!

E-y-e

Y E S spelles yes

E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p

Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!

And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.

The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.

In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.

As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.

Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.

"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.

Wha- owowowowowowowow

Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.

As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.

"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"

"Wait, why are you-"

"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"

"That's dumb, you're dumb"

Sigh

"Okay back to sleep with you"

"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"

Sleep but what if...

"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"

(y/n) blinked at him.

"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.

Well fuck

Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.

So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.

'Im a fucking dad now, geat'

*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?

UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!

I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk

I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid problem childern au #problem childern au #au #this is the really good angst #anon your brain is huge #rip a dip dip wrights

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impala-dreamer · 4 years ago

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Two Weeks Notice - Day Six

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

1,947 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Fluffy, Costumed Smut.

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Dean lay back in bed, memory foam mattress forming perfectly around his aching hips. He’d never admit it in a thousand years, but Y/N’s Fuck-Fest 2020 was making him a bit sore around the joints. Not that he was complaining. He was enjoying the ever-loving hell out of it, and her. There was something very relaxing about doing whatever you wanted with no fear of someone else- Sam - walking in on you at the wrong moment. Hell, he was even considering not wearing pants for the rest of the week.

That and Y/N seemed so open to play at whatever popped into his head. He was certain the whole vampire thing wouldn’t go down well, but she leapt at the chance and played it out perfectly. They were exploring each other and the bunker and it was magical. He had almost forgotten that the outside world was in chaos and that Chuck was breathing down their necks.

Almost.

Alone for a moment, he fluffed up the pillow behind him and texted his brother.

‘How’s it going up there?’

As always, Sam answered quickly. ‘Fine. A little bored stuck in the house, but we’re getting by. How’s Y/N?’

‘Oh, she’s doin reeeallll good.’

Dean could picture the look of disgust on Sam’s face.

‘Make sure you guys are washing your hands and… disinfecting the sheets.’

Dean laughed at the screen. ‘I don’t think the sheets are the problem…’

‘Gross. Clean up before I get back, please.’

‘You got it. Hey Sammy- Stay safe up there, OK?’

‘Obviously…. You too.’

As much fun as he was having, he did miss Sam, and Jody, and the girls, and Cas.

“Ahem.”

Y/N’s call to attention did just that, shoving away any lamenting thoughts from Dean’s mind and focusing his eyes on the doorway. The door was open and under the frame stood Y/N, wrapped in a familiar tan trench coat, the sash pulled tight around her waist.

Dean’s jaw dropped.

“Hey there, sexy,” she greeted, posing for him, one bare knee popping out from the folds of the coat.

He swallowed hard, trying to wrap his head around the intensely arousing sight before him. “Hey yourself,” he whispered back, tripping over his tongue.

Y/N ran one hand slowly up the door frame, the long sleeve of the coat dropping down to reveal a smooth, naked arm. “Whatcha doin’?”

A bit of drool sloshed from the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. “Wonderin’ where you got Cas’s coat from.”

Y/N licked her lips and turned slowly so that he would see all her curves and edges. “Stole it from his room. Who knew he had more than one of these things?”

“He’s gone through a few over the years.” There was a lump in Dean’s throat that he was sure was his lust in physical form, and he spoke around it, trying to keep his cool. “None have ever fit him like that though.”

She took a step inside the room, bare feet moving in a perfect dance toward the bed. Her hips swayed, her lips parted. “You like?” Painted fingers ran over the sash and tugged the ends, squeezing her waist even tighter.

Dean lost his breath. “Uh...yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Y/N laughed sweetly. “Knew you would.”

His brow raised as she neared the bed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

One knee on the bed, mattress moulding around her. “Nothing, it’s just...sometimes you get a look in your eye when Cas is around.”

Dean startled, pushing himself up against the headboard, crushing the pillows beneath him. “I don’t have a thing for Cas,” he said sternly.

“I didn’t say you did.”

“You kinda did.”

“Whoa!” Y/N threw her hands up and laughed to herself. “All I’m saying is…guys in long coats are hot. And so is Cas. He’s a damned angel for fuck’s sake. Who wouldn’t wanna try it if they could?”

Dean pouted and shrugged, thinking it over. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And anyway, Cas isn’t here right now.” Another knee on the bed and Y/N climbed over him, fitting her thighs tight around his. “And I’m wearing a surprise for you beneath all this tan.”

Dean licked his lips and lifted his knees, forcing Y/N to slide closer to him. “Oh, really?” He chewed his lip and tried to peek between the coat folds. “Whatcha got on under there? That hot pink strappy thing?”

Y/N shook her head, grinning innocently. “Nope.”

“Hmm… the black one piece with the hole in the-”

“Not even close!”

Dean ran his hands down her back, trying to feel for a clue. “OK, I give up. What’s hiding under all that London Fog?” He flicked at the lapel and Y/N swatted his hand away.

“Tisk, tisk. Patience, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, patience and I ain’t exactly ever been on good terms.”

She smiled and opened the knot on the sash, letting the ties fall to her sides. “Then I guess I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

His eyes dipped to the buttons as she opened each one, taking her sweet time, driving him insane. When the last was popped, Y/N sat back a bit and pulled open the coat, revealing his ultimate favorite costume: nothing.

Dean growled. “This. This is perfect.” He reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, loving the heat of her, the softness. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath his wide palms and she leaned forward to kiss his plump lips.

“You like?”

“Baby,” he moaned, his brain already buzzing with hunger. “I love.”

She bit down his words, sucking them from his mouth with her perfect lips; hands massaging his neck and shoulders, digging into him, begging for him.

He moaned into her mouth, still playing with her tits, loving how close she was, how perfect, heavy against him. He felt himself swelling and let his mind drift as Y/N licked into his ear, nipping and sucking wherever the urge brought her. When she ran out of room, she tugged on his shirt and Dean sat up too quickly to remove it and something popped. A lightning bolt of pain flew from his right shoulder all the way down to his ass and beyond, pooling in his foot until everything went numb for a moment.

“Fuck!”

Y/N flew backwards, hoping off of him as his pained curse filled the room. “What happened? Are you OK?”

Dean hissed and clenched his teeth as he shifted on the bed trying to ease the strange pain. “Yeah, just… something pulled funny.”

Her face dropped and Y/N lay a soothing hand over his heart. “Did I break you?”

Despite the discomfort, Dean laughed and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. “No. I’m OK. just like… ouch.” With a sigh, he scooted down the bed and found a pillow to crash into. “Come ‘ere.”

Y/N pouted but laid down with him, stealing half of his pillow instead of using her own. She always liked his better anyway. “I’m sorry. Maybe this week’s been too much.”

“Hey.” Dean’s brow creased as he went on the defense. “This week’s been amazing, you shut your mouth. I’m just…”

“Old?”

He scoffed. “How dare you!”

Y/N cupped his jaw and patted his cheek lovingly. “I don’t care how old you get. You’re perfect. And old’s better than dead anyway.” She winked and he nodded.

“You got that right.”

“So let’s just cuddle.” She turned onto her side, facing away from him, and settled in. “You can cuddle, cantcha?”

Dean smiled and rolled to fit himself behind her, one arm slung over her middle. “Yes, ma’am.”

Y/N sighed and lay her hand on his, keeping him there. “Good.”

He closed his eyes and let the pain subside, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She smelled like apples and wind; like that summer he spent on the farm in upstate New York. Fresh and sunny and real.

She wiggled a bit, getting comfortable, and Dean hummed in interest as her ass rubbed against him; just a thin layer of cotton and that old trench coat lying between them. He pushed his hips forward and let his body do what it wanted.

His lips wanted her throat, so they took it, kissing and suckling at the tender flesh beneath her ear; teeth gently scraping at her shoulder, inducing a shiver that brought her closer still.

His hand wanted her supple flesh, so it rose from her waist to her tits, rolling each nipple between his long, calloused fingers until she moaned and pushed her ass backwards more, arching against him.

His body wanted more, wanted all of her. He left her breasts and slid down her body, carefully pushing her legs apart and pressing against her pussy. Her heat was intoxicating. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and urged him onward; her breath becoming heavy as he dipped inside.

“Want you,” she moaned, twisting her neck to reach his lips.

He kissed her hard. “You have me.”

“You promise?”

Her whisper blew across his lips and Dean nearly died; so taken with every tiny thing about her, he couldn’t think of ever letting her go.

“Promise.”

She turned fully then, knocking his fingers from her thighs, and took his face in her hands, kissing him hard and fully, holding onto every bit of him. When he rolled over her, she paused, pulling back from their kiss to look him in the eye. “Are you sure?”

He grinned and kissed her deeper, pushing her knees apart with his bowed legs. “I’m fine.”

The trenchcoat fell away and Y/N helped him tug the boxers from his hips, gently stripping him with warm fingers and lingering kisses.

"Slow," she whispered, guiding his cock into her. "Go slow. I wanna feel you."

Dean pushed up on his thick arms and let his hips glide back and forth, rocking gently, in and out until he was coated fully in her juices. She felt every inch of him and her body tightened more with each thrust.

“Oh god…” Her eyes were screwed shut and her lips were parted, ripe for the taking. Dean plucked at them with his teeth, sucking her into his mouth as he fell into a steady rhythm, leisurely stoking the fire between them.

When he felt her begin to pulse around his cock, he licked at her lips and set himself perfectly above her. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

She bit her lip as the orgasm loomed, unable to do much more than feel.

“Look at me,” he demanded, soft but firm. Her eyes popped open and an unstoppable smile lifted her lips. “There’s my girl. I wanna see you cum. I wanna watch you.”

Teeth still tucked into her bottom lip, she nodded and her eyes grew wider, an almost manic look taking over as her body let go. She convulsed in his arms, pussy pushing and pulling at his cock, forcing him to join her in mindless bliss for a moment.

Dean’s left elbow crumbled beneath him and he fell down, crushing her into the mattress as he came. He panted against her neck and Y/N wrapped her shaking arms tight around him, hugging him closer.

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” she whispered, expecting nothing in return.

He smiled and kissed her shoulder where the trench coat had fallen aside. He could never find the words when he needed them, ever afraid to voice them, but he knew she knew, and that was enough.

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beeblebrox-be-damned · 5 years ago

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Hotel Happenings, Part 2

Alpha!Stucky x Reader

TW: blood, birth, angst-ish stuff.

AN: Hooooooooooo boy extensive plot chapter. I swear, we’ll get to good stuff soon. Probably. Hopefully. Idk tbh. I start writing and then they kinda take on a life of their own and then we end up with a multi-part fic instea dof the originally intended oneshot. AN Part 2- Electric Boogaloo: I’ll be reblogging this later with the taglist for people who wanted to be tagged. My brain is running on empty at this point, its 4 AM, I need sleep fdjmfdmkdfvmk

Long ago, as the primordial oceans churned and raged, a species that would later rise to dominion over the primitive planet was in the early stages of formation. It was in these barest of centuries when a great divergence took place among the genetic makeup of the creatures. A rift caused by the shifting of the planet’s crust formed, cleaving the small but steadily growing population in two.

It is in this way that one species may become two separate species, though still inextricably intertwined by common ancestors. And thus, the world beget the Humans and the Designates.

It is possible that the change would have occurred even without the rift, though it would have happened at a much slower rate. As it was, the two species, while alike in almost all ways, were unable to breed when they once more found each other.

Humans, despite lacking the prolificacy of Designates, swarmed the Earth quickly. To do so, they pushed the Designates nearly to the brink of extinction. Even today, Designates make up the minority of the Earth’s sentient inhabitants. A deep rift, this time not literal, formed between the two over the millennia that spanned the development of the modern world.

The separation of species, however, was not complete. Despite being unable to interbreed, which would have led to the eventual “out-breeding” of the Designate traits, it was apparent that one species could, through circumstances not yet understood by modern-day science, bare members of the other. It was possible for a pairing of two Humans to bring forth a Designate child and vice versa, though the anomaly remains incredibly rare.

It is possible that it wasn’t as rare as it seems. Taboo as it is to most civilized creatures, the destruction or abandonment of undesired offspring is not unheard of in the natural world. Take the instance of an albino rabbit born into a litter of normally coloured siblings. It is normal for the mother to shun the out-of-place offspring, resulting in its untimely demise. With the deep hatred between the two species it is not unfathomable that a Human or a Designate may allow offspring born of their counterpart species to die, leading to a skewed statistical error of reported counter-births.

While hatred wanes, some remain that still hold deep, unfounded malice towards the other species, as it was that led to the abandonment of our dear main character…

……………………………

“C’mon, c’mon. It’ll be okay… just a little further and then we can- can-” the man’s words stuttered to a stop with a distressed whine. His Alpha tugged at his hand, urging him to allow her to sit and rest. One of her hands clutched her swollen belly tightly, her face twisted in agony.

“No, ‘Mega. I need to sit. F-uck.” Her words were tight, pained. A gust of wind brushed her hair away from her face as she slid to the ground, letting go of her distressed Omega’s hand. She leaned against a tree as he crouched down beside her. He gave a small whine, fear shining in his wide eyes.

The moon, covered with piebald clouds, provided very little light in the forest. He couldn’t see the red, but he could smell the blood. His frantic whines grew louder. His panting Alpha reached up and stroked her hand over his cheek. “Hush now, it’ll be alright. We’ll just have to- ah!” Her words cut off in a sharp cry of agony. After a moment, she regained her breath. “Y-your jacket, give me your jacket,” she sputtered, “Can’t wait any longer.”

Her Omega, despite his panic, obeyed promptly. He shrugged the ragged jacket off of his thin shoulders and with the Alpha’s guidance, spread it beneath her. Her hair clung to her forehead as she groaned, her Omega watching by helplessly.

“Alpha, we need to get to a hospital, need to get help-” he cried, hands scrambling feebly to try to assist with the birth. “There’s so much blood- oh god there’s so much blood.” Tears streamed freely down his cheeks, mingling with the rain that spat from the sky.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright,” the Alpha said weakly, taking one of his bloodied hands in her own. Her thumb stroked his skin softly as she locked her gaze on his. It pained her more than the physical pain of birth to see her beloved so distraught. “It will be alright, I promise.” Her voice was steadily growing weaker, the blood pooling around her. “Just… hold my hand. She’s almost here.”

He held her hand tightly, too afraid to look, too afraid to see how much blood was leaching from her body. She could feel the infant crowing, almost ready. She wished it had been different, wished she could watch her first pup grow up. Gripping her Omega’s hand tightly and using her last reserve of strength, she gave a final harsh push. A wail greeted her ears as she slipped into the velveteen darkness.

The Omega listen to the child wail, frozen in place. He could feel it in his bond when his Alpha’s last breath left her body. He leapt onto her, frantically trying to breathe life back into her limp form. His heart wrenched in his chest as the hopelessness of it hit him. His a loud cry he stood, turning his face away as he screamed curses towards the inky tree-tops.

A whine reminded him of the new life. Swallowing another scream, he turned to gaze upon the pup he had sired. He laughed through his grief as he realized it was indeed a girl, just as his Alpha had thought. They hadn’t been able to go to the doctor to find out for sure, too poor to pay the bills, too poor to even afford proper clothing. But they had each other.

They had each other. No more.

He leaned down, gathering his daughter in the bloodied rag of a jacket he had worn. He sobbed, eyes shut tight as the pain hit him in waves. As he stared at the infant, he realized just how tiny she was. Horror and rage slowly crept over him, and his frown grew into a sneer.

“Y-you,” he growled, “you’re human.” There was venom in his voice, centuries of hatred. Had the light been stronger, he may have seen he was mistaken. But perhaps not. The scent glands of a premature Designated infant are very difficult to locate, nor do they produce any of the scent that differentiates the two species.

He stood, holding the infant far from his body. “A human… a human killed her.” His voice rose in pitch. “A human killed my Alpha. You killed her,” he screamed. “You killed her!”

Part of him wanted to toss the infant to the ground and run, but something kept him from doing so. With an angered sob, he clutched the baby close again. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Nor did he want to raise this pup, this human, on his own.

It was then, as he looked up, that he happened to glimpse a small glint of light through the trees. An old woman had just happened to be awake then, unable to sleep though she did not know why. He stumbled forward, eyes fixed on the light. A window came into view, illuminating a trellis-archway above a doorstep.

The scent of wisteria hung heavily in the air as the infant cried.

……………………….

The woman brushed the hair off of her neck, wincing as sweat caused it to cling to her skin. Steam rose from the large pots on the stove and heat poured from the oven. The windows were open as wide as they could go, but it did little to ease the stifling heat of the small kitchen.

Turning on her heel, she walked over to the door, pushing it open and haphazardly fanning it back and forth in an attempt to stir up the air. After a moment she gave up, opting instead to prop it open. She really needed to get a fan or something to put in the kitchen. This old building just wasn’t very well ventilated, and the air conditioning on this side had never worked quite properly after it was installed. She never bothered to have it repaired since it still worked in the guest rooms and the second floor. There just wasn’t the money in the bank account to do it.

Content that the potatoes were far enough away from boiling over and the roast wasn’t going anywhere, she ducked out of the hot room and strolled down the short hall between the dining area, kitchen, and foyer. Ro was still in the office, her usual spot. Before she had lost her sight, she would spend hours looking out the office’s large window to observe the wildlife. It held especially fond memories, she had told the woman once, because that was the first room she ever held her in after she’d been left outside the foyer doorsteps.

The woman knocked on the door, signaling her presence so she wouldn’t startle the elderly lady. Of course, she probably had heard her coming down the hall, but it was better to be safe than sorry. “Yes?” came the reply promptly.

The woman pushed open the door and stepped inside, propping it open wide. She sat down in a comfortable chair across from Ro’s rocker, wiping at her sweat-sticky forehead. “It’s awful warm today, isn’t it?”

Ro raised her eyebrow, pursing her lips. “Not particularly, but I can imagine it mus’ be hot in that stuffy little kitchen. How’s the roast comin’ along?” Her gnarled hands rested on her lap, clasping each other lightly.

The woman smiled. “It’s in the oven as we speak. Had to get out the big one we’d saved in the freezer. Got a lot of guests today.” She paused a moment, thinking. “How’d you know we were having roast?”

Ro chuckled. “Silly girl. I can smell it. Smells real nice too. Did ye’ use rosemary?” Her face was turned towards the window, the light from it highlighting each smile-line and wrinkle that the woman loved so dearly. As time she had to spend with her adoptive guardian grew shorter, she spent more time committing each detail about her to memory.

“Yeah, fresh from the garden. I added a little thyme too, but not a whole lot.” She leaned forward and took one of Ro’s hands in her own, smiling as Ro gently squeezed her fingers. “You’ll never guess who our guests are, Mama. I was so shocked I almost passed clean out.”

Ro turned towards her, eyebrow raised. “Yeah? Who is it, baby?” Her wispy hair circled her face loosely where it had slipped out of the confines of her bun.

“You remember a few years back when that mind-controlled man invaded New York with aliens?” the woman asked, remembering the chaos that had been broadcast live on all the major news channels. Ro nodded, pursing her lips as she remembered.

“Those were nasty lookin’ creatures,” she said, shaking her head. “Nasty, nasty, nasty.”

“Agreed,” said the woman, finding herself nodding even though her companion couldn’t see it. “Anyway, there were those people that defeated them and chased the rest of them off. The Avengers.”

Ro nodded, licking her lips. “Now you aren’t tellin’ me,” she said, “that the Avengers are staying at our hotel, are you?” The quirk of her eyebrow marked her slight disbelief.

“Yup, they are. No- I’m not kidding.” She replied, watching the surprised look on Ro’s face. “And he’s with them, Mama.”

Ro laughed loudly, rocking back in her chair for a moment. “Well I’ll be darned,” she said, chuckling excitedly. “Never in my life did I ever think I’d get to meet the Captain America himself in person, let alone havin’ him an; his whole team stay in the hotel! My, my, this world sure is a funny place.”

Ro had spent many nights tucking her into bed and telling her stories when she was young. Often times, the stories were mostly true, centered around Ro’s favorite hero from World War 2, Captain America. As the woman got older, she figured out that Ro had had a bit of a crush on him, as most women of his time probably had. It had come as a great surprise to both of them when the word got out his body had been found- alive. Ro had clapped her hands and declared that miracles really did happen.

“Dinner will be ready soon, do you want to go ahead down to the dining room?” Ro released the woman’s hand and nodded, allowing her to stand. She walked to the corner of the room and retrieved Ro’s wheelchair, bringing it over to her. She helped her stand and situate herself in the wheelchair.

As they moved past the open kitchen, the woman winced at the heat. Even being in Ro’s cooled office, she still was uncomfortably warm. Ro seemed to sense her discomfort, tilting her head with a quizzical stare as the woman situated her at the dining table.

“What’s wrong, Mama?” the woman asked as she pulled open the chest of drawers where the good silverware was kept. She and Ro wouldn’t usually use it, as most guests opted to dine out in the town, but this was a special occasion to warrant the carefully polished utensils.

Ro hummed thoughtfully. “Nothin’ baby, you just seems a little off today. You sure you ain’t feelin’ unwell?” She couldn’t see her ward, but she could hear there was something unusual just by the change in the pace of the woman’s steps. They were almost sluggish.

The woman carefully spread the tablecloth over the hard oak table, moving on to place dishes at each seat. “To be perfectly honest, I’m a bit tired I suppose. I think the heat has me down,” she admitted, smoothing the tablecloth idly as she examined herself.

Ro frowned, worried. “Baby, it’s not that hot out. C’mere,” she said, beckoning with one hand. The woman came over obediently, knowing Ro wouldn’t take no for an answer. She knelt beside the wheelchair, allowing Ro to place her hand against her forehead. It was cold, pleasantly so. She nearly found herself leaning into the touch. “Child, you are positively burning up! If it weren’t for your tone a’ voice, I’d say you had a fever.”

The woman stood. “Odd. Other than the warmth, I feel fine.” She laid out napkins and the silverware, making sure each place was properly set. Perhaps if they made a good impression on their guests, they’d recommend the place to others. Wistful thinking, honestly, but it was worth a shot.

Ro pursed her lips, her worry clearly written across her face. “If you insist, baby. Just take it easy after dinner. The dishes ‘ll wait until morning just fine.”

The woman smiled. “Alright, Mama, whatever you say.” Satisfied the table was set properly, she returned to the kitchen to finish prepping the meal.

…………………..

“Alright, Mama, ready?” the woman asked, making sure Ro was comfortably seated in the chairlift to their upstairs residency. She pressed the button, briefly pausing to make sure the chair was running properly before turning and folding up the wheelchair so she could carry it with a bit more ease up the stairs. “So,” she asked as she followed Ro up the stairs, “what’d you think of the Avengers?”

Ro gave a hearty laugh, grinning widely. “They are somethin’ else! I tell you what, I’m glad they’re stayin’ for a couple days. They’ve gotta be the liveliest bunch we’ve had here in years.”

The woman smiled as they reached the top of the stairs, unfolding the wheelchair and assisting Ro back into it. The elderly lady could walk short distances with a walker to the bathroom and such, but you both agreed it was far safer for her to use the wheelchair for most things. The woman had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t mind caring for Ro but had agreed at Ro’s stubborn insistence that should the burden ever be too much, she would take her to the local retirement home.

“I’ve got to agree with you there, Mama.” She took Ro to her room, making sure everything was in order for the night. She waited outside the door as Ro readied herself for bed. “So, what’d you think about Captain Rog-, er, Steve?” Steve had insisted on them referring to him by his first name, as did most of the others, including Bucky. He had seemed almost embarrassed to request being called James instead of ‘Mr. Barnes’, but the grin he wore hearing it was certainly a sight to behold.

Ro shuffled out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping off her houseshoes. The woman leaned over and carefully undid her bun, setting the pins on the nightstand and grabbing a hairbrush. “He’s such a charmer,” Ro said, “just like he was back in the day. And such a sweetheart! I swear, that man doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. And his friend seems awful nice too. What was his name? James?”

The woman smiled softly as she finished combing Ro’s hair. “They are quite nice, aren’t they. I can’t believe they offered to help clean up after dinner. I guess that’s the sort of kindness people have been loosing, huh?” she sighed.

Ro smiled and patted her hand. “Baby, sometimes kindness is all we got. I’m proud of you, did you know that? So proud.” She paused, squeezing her hand tightly. “I’m glad you showed up on my doorstep. Who knew such a tiny little thing would grow up to be such a strong lady.”

The woman smiled, eyes misting as she walked towards the bedroom door. “It’s all because of you, Mama Ro. You’ve taught me a lot. Sleep well, call for me if you need anything. Love you.” She shut the door partway and departed to her own room across the hall, opening the window wide to let in the cool night air before she baked in her own skin.

Ro settled back into her pillows. Her face was aimed towards her own window, moonlight highlighting the wise elder’s features. “I don’t know if it’s all ‘cause of me,” she murmured to herself. “Beginin’ to think it may be heritage too.” She chuckled to herself. “My baby ain’t human at all. This is one funny world.”

………………………..

Downstairs, two men were settling into bed, eagerly settling into the crisp, clean-smelling sheets that bore the faint scent of the woman, who they were now sure was an Omega, who’d placed them earlier.

“Jesus, Steve, that was a good meal. She sure can cook,” Buck said, turning over on his side to face his longtime friend and partner. It was a bit odd for two Alphas to be in a relationship, let alone one so long-term, without an Omega to accompany them, but Bucky felt sure that was going to change soon.

Steve smiled, stifling a yawn. “Absolutely. I could get used to that.” He chuckled, resting his arms behind his head, contentment washing over him. It was silent for several minutes, but then Steve spoke up again. “So, we’re gonna talk about what’s going on, right? I could tell by the look on your face soon as we walked into the dining room that you could smell her too.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, alright, I did. She’s definitely an Omega. So faint though, kinda strange.” The only Designates he’d ever known who’d been so faint of scent were the ones who’d been on heavy suppressants for much longer than the recommended usage period, but that couldn’t be the case with the hostess seeing as she thought she was human.

“Did it- well, no, maybe it was just my imagination- well, did it maybe smell to you like she’s going into, well, y’know…” Steve glanced over at Bucky with his eyebrows raised, reluctant to say what was on the tip of his tongue.

“Heat?” Bucky snorted at Steve’s coyness. “So strong I thought I was gonna pop a goddamn knot right in the middle of dinner. Super-soldier senses are both a blessing and a curse. Nat and Bruce had it lucky.”

Steve nodded in agreement. “I guess what I’m thinking is… what if she’s never had much contact with other Designates and that delayed… stuff? Maybe our scents or something, I don’t know, triggered her presentation.”

Bucky rolled onto his stomach, wrapping one arm around Steve’s torso as he buried his face in his pillow. “We can look into it tomorrow. For now, get some sleep punk. G’night.”

Steve smiled. “Night.”

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bowtied-pasta · 4 years ago

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Party Time

This might turn into a future chapter in one of my fics, im not sure yet. 😅 Anyway! This is a Splendor and True thing, once again. Finley and Damien are mentioned, but Gage plays a bigger part. Dark and Delta are also mentioned, as well as Ben very breifly. Enjoy! 💗

True’s head popped off her pillow when she heard the bumping bass of music kick up from somewhere in the mansion. Splendor was away for a meeting of some kind, having not taken any of them with him for professional purposes, or something along those lines. The music was definitely the party kind though. The kind that got your body moving and you would expect kids in high school to grind on each other to at prom.

That being said, she didn’t know they were allowed to throw parties. It had been a long time since she’d had the privilege of attending one though, so she was curious to see if that was actually what was going on.

Opening her door, the music playing became a little clearer, Bottoms Up by Trey. Her footsteps unable to be heard over the bump of the base that had no business being that loud, she made it to the top of the staircase just as Nicki’s rap began.

Her jaw fell open at what she saw. The entire entrance hall floor was covered in small circles with odd symbols written inside of them. She knew those well. Summoning circles. It seemed a few stragglers were late to answer their calls though, as she watched them pop in from seemingly nowhere and then make their way toward where she knew one of the bigger rooms were. Now she knew the purpose of the room. It was for parties.

Finley appeared from the direction of what True now dubbed the ballroom, walking with authority she knew she had, but not over beings that she didn’t control. She seemed to take in all the circles that had been drawn, huffing as she glanced around the room, freezing when her eyes landed on True. “True, please tell me there aren’t any circles up there.”

True pulled away from the banister for a moment, glancing around for anything she might have missed before shaking her head down at the proxy. Watching her sigh in relief before stiffening as Gage spoke up.

“True!?” She watched him run in, taken a back by the stuff he was wearing. His clothing was perfectly normal, but the guy had somehow glued small glow sticks to his face, they didn’t seem to hinder his speech at all. “True! Get down here, it’s party time. You told me you hadn’t had one in a long time, and I think you’re way over due!”

She sighed, smiling to herself as she walked down the stairs. Laughing a bit at Gage and his chaotically good intentions behind his chaotically crazy actions.

“You didn’t tell me it was for her.” Finley shot at him, arms crossed as she finally seemed to relax a little.

“You didn’t ask, babe. Besides, who’s to say we can’t have a party every now and then?” He shot her a wink as he grabbed True’s arm once she was in reach, dragging her towards the ballroom and away from the troubled ginger, not letting her try and sway True into not participating in what he had planned.

Her eyes quickly took in everything that had been set up. Lights, tables, chairs, food and music. There was no way Gage set this up all by himself, but she didn’t really get a whole lot of time to think about the strategy of setting something like this up. Gage walks her to a corner of the room with a group of what she assumes to be demons, she couldn’t be sure because most of the things that had been summoned quickly took up a glamour as soon as they walked in. The only thing she knew for sure is that they were busy passing around more than just a few blunts, one of them was busy setting up a few bongs. Of course, Gage had dragged her right to the stoners.

“Dark, it’s been a while, glad you and your mate could make it. Should we be expecting Ben too?” He nudged a dark elf looking man with his foot, his glowing red eyes taking in who was talking to him before he said anything.

“Oh, Gage! It has been a while. Yeah, Ben might pop in here soon. I just shot him the message a minute or two ago.” Dark wrapped an arm over the shoulder of the person sitting next to him. Seemingly a girl with brown hair and a red hoodie, her legs thrown over his own as she puffed out in his face. He chuckled as he took a moment to lock eyes and breath it in. “Delta couldn’t resist when I told them there was probably gonna be weed and food. You know how it is.”

Gage laughed as he took an empty seat next to Dark and patted the chair next to him for True to take. She took a moment though, this not being the normal crowd that she usually hung out with, but knew how to not be a total fuck up.

Dark looked her over for a moment, detached interest in her apparent as he took a hit of his own blunt. “So, you add a forth one to your polycule or is this just another proxy?”

Gage laughed a bit, pausing his retrieval of a couple blunts from the center table to wave a hand in dismissal toward Dark. “Neither man, Dots couldn’t make her a proxy if he tried. Way too.... well, its not place to say why or why not she can’t be a proxy.” He cast a nervous glance toward True before continuing. “But were happy as a triangle, and I think Fin would have a heart attack if she had even a single other person to worry about.”

Dark’s gaze narrowed at Gage as he avoided giving him an exact reason for True’s inability to be hired. Glancing between the two before he seemed to smirk a bit and nod. “Yeah, Finley is a bit uptight, but all spitfires have their charm.” He squeezed his mate with his free arm. “And you know, in a room full of people like this... maybe try and keep the stuff about Dots and his reasonings to yourself, yeah?”

Gage sighed as he lit a blunt and passed it to True. “Yeah, I know. But my guest list was incredibly difficult to put together, you would not believe how difficult some of these guys make their circles to draw. The audacity to have a difficult phone number. I wouldn’t have invited them if I thought any of them meant harm. You know me.”

He lit his own blunt as Dark nodded, his hand making its way to card through his apparently sleepy mates hair. Their head having nestled into his neck and their arms wrapped around his shoulders as they got comfortable. “Yeah, but I’ve seen a few that are questionable. I’m sure Finley and Damien are being diligent though. You proxies always seem to be good at that, no matter who’s you are.”

Gage shrugged as he took a few puffs, glancing over at True before doing a double take. “True, you do know your supposed to smoke that, right?”

She looked between him and the blunt, contemplating embarrassing herself even further or admitting she hadn’t ever smoked before. “Uh... well, I’ve never smoked weed before so, I’m not sure-“

“Say no more, I got you. I’ll make sure you don’t get out of hand. I’ve done this before and I promise you’ll be fine.” They locked eyes for a second, her trust in him winning out as she sighed and raised the blunt to her lips. Not unfamiliar with the burn that followed, reminding her of when Tim would show random acts of kindness after hard missions and spare her a cig or two, but she still coughed a bit as she hadn’t done it in quite some time.

“There you go, already almost a natural. I’ll have you high in no time.” Gage patted her leg reassuringly, tossing a friendly arm over her shoulder as they chatted and waited for this Ben person they had mentioned before to show up.

Of course, this being her first time smoking weed, she succumbed to it’s effects much quicker than Gage did. Her head titled backwards, her eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the way the lights moved on the ceiling above her. She didn’t resist when the bong was passed around the circle once, twice, three times. She lost track of how much she smoked, but Gage kept his promise. She didn’t even remember getting walked out of the ballroom and taken to a little alcove with a fireplace, she didn’t remember being sat down or being given a blanket, and she didn’t remember how long she sat there staring at the fire place either. The entrancing movement of the flames keeping her captive as they swirled before her, her thoughts edging on dangerous territory as she had the sudden urge to attempt to lick them, but the chain gate in front of it prevented her from doing so.

“True? What are you doing down here?” Her blurred attention was caught by a voice that spoke up from behind her, making her turn her head slowly to see who could have possibly found her in such an odd place. Finding Splendor there, a worried look on his face as he took in her appearance. “Oh my, True. How high are you?”

She giggled and made grabby hands toward him. “Splendor! You’re home! Its hi how are you, you beautiful silly man. Now c’mere.” A dopy smile on her face as she waited to be picked up by the tall man.

She heard him sigh before she felt his tendrils wrap around her and lift her, making her giggle a bit more before he wrapped his arms around her. Walking her out of the room as she watched the ceiling design change, her attention taken entirely by her moving background. “You know, I really need to go home.”

“Oh? Why is that True? Where is home?”

“Home is with Splendor, duh. He lets me live there, with him and his proxies. Damien, Finley and Gage... Gage is a crackhead though. He got me soooo high. Uuuggh.”

She felt the person carrying her laugh, making her laugh too. She didn’t know what was so funny about what she said, but his laugh made her laugh. It reminded her of him. “True, why do you need to go home?”

She hummed as images of him shot through her smoke filled brain, a small smile lifting the edges of her lips. “I still need to tell him.”

She felt the strangers pace change a bit, she was pretty sure she was on some kind of staircase, but she couldn’t be sure. The ceiling getting closer to her not even being registered as a possibility in her mind. “Tell who what?”

She nuzzled into the strangers warm embrace as she felt sleep come up on her, way too tired to care much for paying attention to anything anymore. “I still need to tell Splendor how I feel about him. Its very important to me, I’m just not great at telling people about... feelings... and shit..... I don’t feel too good right now. Can I sleep please?”

The stranger was silent for a moment before responding, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around her as he continued walking her towards wherever their destination was. “Yes, you can sleep now.”

Her eyes drifted shut and didn’t open when she felt soft fabric seem to envelope her in a warm embrace. The last thing she heard before drifting to sleep was the stranger, blankets tucked over her at the same time. “Sweet dreams, Schatz.”

#splendor #true #finley #gage #damien #dark link #delta #my oc

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satonthelotuspier · 5 years ago

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Look at me guys, I did a LiuShen ficlet. Literally the first fics I ever intended to write for MXTX fandoms were Scum Villain fics, then I fell into MDZS and hadn’t managed to climb out again. But as I wasn’t able to get into my current MDZS WIPs this afternoon I thought I might as well try something a little different.

A 1.4k LiuShen sickfic containing kind of a confession? And canon typical sword hilt references. It would be set around the time you know who would be in the Abyss in canon.

The Bai Zhan War God’s temper carried all before him. He was downright nasty and had even sent Mu Qingfang storming off in a rage, muttering that he hoped Liu Qingge suffered for his stupidity. The entire Bai Zhan Peak began avoiding the house of it’s Lord, who sulked and suffered in solitary confinement; missives were sent to the Xian Zhu Peak begging Liu Mingyan to come and take care of her brother, but it was discovered she was away from Cang Qiong on a mission for her Shifu.

Liu Qingge was sick and needed someone there to take care of him, even if he raged against it. The normally sickeningly healthy and active Bai Zhan Peak Lord had never taken ill before in his life, and he was angry that he had now, as well as dealing with the symptoms of his illness, and it all combined to make a viciously biting Peak Lord, who had already upset their medical officer, several other of his martial brothers and sisters, and his entire peak of disciples.

So once all these avenues had been exhausted there was only one course of action Yue Qingyuan could think of to take; he sent a message to the Qing Jing Peak Lord and asked Shen Qingqiu to join him for refreshments that afternoon.

Shen Qingqiu arrived promptly with a gift of one of his special blends of tea which Yue Qingyuan had brewed for them to drink now. They made light conversation while Shen Qingqiu sat across from him, a careful, watchful expression in the dark eyes that looked over the top of his gently waving fan.

Of course his Xiao Jiu was intelligent enough to know when Yue Qingyuan had ulterior motives, even this softened version of his shidi and eternal charge. Wasn’t Xiao Jiu the brains of their duo after all? He always had been.

“Perhaps Zhangmen-shixiong has something he would like to request of this shidi?” Shen Qingqiu asked eventually during a lull in their discussions.

“Shen-shidi knows me too well” Yue Qingyuan agreed, “Perhaps you have heard Liu-shidi is unwell, I was hoping to convince Shen-shidi to offer some assistance”

The fan paused in the air briefly before Shen Qingqiu folded it and laid it on the table beside his cup.

“Surely Mu-shidi would be the better choice if Liu-shidi is sick”

Yue Qingyuan shook his head, “Unfortunately, considering Liu-shidi’s temperament...” he didn’t wish to speak ill of the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, so he left the sentence unfinished; Shen Qingqiu understood his meaning well enough.

“I see, and you believe this shidi would do better at the War God’s hands? Or perhaps Zhangmen-shixiong wishes to punish this shidi?” there was a gentle mocking in Shen Qingqiu’s tone.

“I had thought, seeing as your relationship is so improved since the demon invasion he may listen to you. You have spent a lot of time in company with Liu-shidi recently and he seems to appreciate your opinion”

***

Shen Qingqiu left for Qian Cao Peak as soon as they’d finished their tea. Despite his personal misgivings that he would be much less suited than Mu Qingfang he had been unable to turn down Yue Qingyuan’s personally made request so he called in on their resident physician. He had to do some smooth talking to convince Mu Qingfang to give him the recommended medicines intended for Liu Qingge, but he invoked Yue Qingyuan’s name and he was eventually on his way to Bai Zhan Peak laden with his haul.

He’d never known someone with such ability to get other people’s backs up as Liu Qingge, he never watched his words, said whatever came into his overly pretty head and damn the consequences. He had a vile temper too, and was something of a bully to his disciples. No wonder the other residents of Cang Qiong Mountain had scattered at the first sign of him being sick and aggravated.

He must have accrued such bad karma in a previous life to be the one to be sent into battle with the War God.

He walked into the lair of the Bai Zhan Peak Lord to hear the other coughing harshly.

He would accept no arguments, get Mu Qingfang’s potions down Liu Qingge’s throat and get out of there with as much of his hide intact as he could.

He saw Liu Qingge’s face flash between paper white and flushed red as he identified Shen Qingqiu as the one to enter his house; he was about to snarl something out but Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t allow him.

“Now now, Liu-shidi, do as you’re told, there’s a good Peak Lord”

A look of almost comical rage crossed his face, but reply was stalled by another fit of coughing.

Shen Qingqiu took the opportunity to pick out one of the bottles Mu Qingfang had given him, and when the fit subsided he pressed it into Liu Qingge’s hand, “Here, Liu-shidi, Mu Qingfang said a drink of this tonic will ease the coughing and allow you to get some much needed rest”

Surprisingly Liu Qingge took it, and Shen Qingqiu placed the open palm of his hand against his smooth forehead; it was burning hot to touch, but the feel of Shen Qingqiu’s cool palm seemed to soothe him a little.

“You have a fever to go with that chill. I’ll bring you some cold water and a cloth in a moment, drink that tonic” Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stop the urge to use the hand at the other’s forehead to stroke his hair back softly like he was soothing a small child.

Liu Qingge’s ethereally beautiful face froze and those dark eyes rose to meet Shen Qingqiu’s, a confused, undecided expression in them, “You’ll feel better soon, Liu-shidi” he assured, then rose to fetch the promised water.

***

Liu Qingge lay back against the bed. The last thing he needed was Shen Qingqiu here while he felt terrible, touching him, making his pulse pound in his veins, and confusing him more than he already was.

If anyone had asked him soon after meeting Shen Qingqiu when the other had first come to Cang Qiong Mountain if he ever thought he would get along with the man he would have laughed at them. Shen Qingqiu was the last man in the world he thought he would ever stop hating.

And then something had changed. In the man himself first. He softened, his sharp edges made less jagged, his disagreeability made into amicable friendliness, and in some aggravating twist of fate, between then and now Liu Qingge had fallen in love. With this still aloof at times, and untouchable scholar. Everything he detested. And everything he craved.

He decided he had to pretend to be asleep when Shen Qingqiu returned with the water and cold compress or run the risk of showing himself up so he closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the other returning and placing a bowl on the floor by the bed.

He felt the cool cloth placed over his forehead and had to fight to stop the shiver, especially as a water drop ran right down his temple and behind his ear.

His eyes nearly flew open as he felt the soft trail of knuckles against his cheek, what was the other doing? Soothing him as if he was a child?

His couldn’t fight the urge any longer when he felt the other touch the beauty mark beneath his left eye with his thumb, Liu Qingge caught Shen Qingqiu’s wrist and tugged him forward. The other wore the expression of a thief caught in the act.

Shen Qingqiu tried to pull free but Liu Qingge wouldn’t allow him; “Liu-shidi, let me go. Wake up” he tapped Liu Qingge on the head with his folded fan softly. He obviously thought Liu Qingge was undergoing a fever dream.

Liu Qingge pulled hard on the wrist he held and rolled the other beneath him on the bed; and Shen Qingqiu screeched, aiming for another strike with his fan but Liu Qingge was faster and caught and pinned his other wrist too.

“Liu-shidi, wake up immediately. You’re poking me with...your sword handle...I’m not whatever pretty girl you’re dreaming of” Shen Qingqiu held himself perfectly still, not wanting to exacerbate the sword situation no doubt.

“I’m not wearing my sword” despite the fact Liu Qingge knew exactly what the other meant he pretended to miss the point; he waited and wasn’t disappointed at the beautiful rose flush that blossomed on the other’s fair face, “Shen Qingqiu” he added the other’s name so he understood perfectly Liu Qingge knew exactly who was beneath him.

He began to lean in slowly, giving the other plenty of time to avoid what was coming if he wished to.

#scum villain #liushen #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #sv #sv fic #scum villains self saving system #svsss

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rt8815 · 5 years ago

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Bradbury...and Boogie-Woogie

Two years I’ve agonized over this piece. Two. Years. It’s kinda the reason I started writing this story out of order. Anyway, it’s one of those ‘filler’ chapters, I think they’re called. Not a CM Bingo piece, though I’m working on more of those atm.

Triggers: None, I think.

WC: 2,840

Before diving in, first read Let It Bleed, as it immediately precedes this one.

Bradbury…October 27, 2017

“Hey, New Girl! Welcome-welcome!” Garcia squealed happily, rolling a cart onto the sidewalk.

“Hi, Penelope. It’s great to meet you in person,” replied McKinley, lifting plastic containers off the concrete and placing them on the cart.

“You too, Kinley. Oh my gosh, you’re even cuter in the flesh. Love. Your. Hair.”

“Uh, th-thanks,” she stuttered, unsure how to take the compliment or politely ask the bubbly techie not to play with her amethyst locks. Then Garcia moved in for a hug. McKinley stepped back. “No, sorry. I’m kind of weird about hugs.”

“No need to apologize,” she insisted, pushing the dessert-laden cart through the door. Remembering their lively video chat from the other night, McKinley deduced that verbally and physically affectionate was Penelope’s natural state.

McKinley handed her ID to a grumpy man behind the front desk. “If we get to be friends, I’ll warm up to you,” she told Penelope, throwing her visitor’s badge around her neck.

Penelope’s eyes glinted mischievously. “We’ll definitely become friends. I’ve already decided. You’re a smol bean and you’re my baby now, no arguments,” she concluded as entered the elevator.

McKinley giggled. They chatted while the elevator climbed.

“So, you’ve got the hots for our Boy Genius,” Penelope mused aloud.

“What? No! No, it’s not like that.”

“Oh really, now? Doughnuts, cupcakes, a cake, and Season 10 of Doctor Who on Blu-ray, all to apologize because you accidentally grabbed a handful?”

McKinley’s face burned. “Did Agent Alvez tell you that? Son of a bitch!” she fumed, helping Penelope maneuver the cart into the hall.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she reassured her. “These things happen.” Her lips pulled into an inquisitive smirk. “Okay, tell me - what’s he packing? We talkin’ Small Flat Rate Box, or Freight?”

McKinley’s eyes bugged behind her sunglasses. “Sweet Lord, why would you wanna know that?”

Penelope shrugged. “Reid’s always so buttoned up; however, I suspect he’s smuggling something impressive under those corduroys.”

“Yeah well, I’m not comfortable discussing that, so keep suspecting.” They rolled through the glass doors of the bullpen. “And to answer your original question: I don’t have the hots for him,” she stated simply as they came to a stop at Spencer’s desk, “and I’m not looking to date.”

“You guys are perfect for each other, though!” Penelope insisted. “You’re a lot alike. You’re both kind, nerd-funny, super smart, reserved…”

“Ha! Remember that last one when you’ve seen me drunk,” McKinley cautioned, opening the containers to check the decorations.

“Hey, it’s Twist ‘n’ Shout!”

She spun, hands on her hips, electricity crackling in her hair. Luke’s grin slipped at the death glare on her face, his coffee mug hovering midway to its destination. After a pregnant pause, McKinley responded.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one…Mocha Latte. Just know that I bite when I have to.” He raised his coffee-free hand in surrender, inching forward to inspect the desserts.

“Get away, you!” Penelope warned. “These are Spencer’s.”

Luke broke into a lopsided smile. “Oh, because of the ‘short and curlies incident’?”

McKinley thumped his arm with a stack of paper plates.

“Ouch,” he chuckled, no hint of pain in his voice.

“That was for telling people about the…awkwardness. Also, yes, it’s part apology, part ‘let’s be friends.’”

Luke raised a brow. “Friends? You got a free preview of the goods and you’re looking to be just friends?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yes! He’s a lovely person and…I dunno. When we talked, my heart went all squishy and I knew my life would be greatly lacking without him as my friend.”

“Okay, just remember that opportunity gropes but once, Doc.”

“Alvez, why are you casually discussing sexual misconduct in the middle of the office?” McKinley turned to see a tall brunette woman approaching. She appeared formidable but caring.

“Ah, it’s Dr. Durand! That clears things up,” she laughed, extending a hand to McKinley. “I’m Emily Prentiss, welcome to the BAU.”

McKinley offered a small, awkward wave in return. Emily smiled knowingly.

“How beautiful!” she exclaimed, eyeing the sweet treats. “The attention to detail is remarkable!”

McKinley smiled bashfully. “Thank you so mu- wait, how did you know who I am?”

Emily tore her eyes from the cake. “Well, Penny mentioned your video chat, and Luke jumped in and told us about your encounter with Spencer,” she winked, making a fondling motion with her hand. McKinley’s face flushed yet again.

“Penny spilled about your plan to surprise Spencer, and we got curious. I had her run a background check on you.”

McKinley inhaled sharply, feeling exposed.

“Em!” Penelope squeaked in disapproval. “It’s not like that, love, it’s just- ”

“Spence is like a younger brother to us,” interjected another blonde. “We’re very protective of him. He’s been through a lot, so whenever somebody new enters his life, we’re concerned about their intentions. Jennifer Jareau, by the way. Call me JJ,” she said, not forcing a handshake.

“I understand,” McKinley sighed. “Spencer has that effect on people, doesn’t he?”

She hugged the plates to her chest. “One conversation with him and you realize, ‘He’s a precious cinnamon roll and must be protected at all costs!’ I assure you, that’s my only intention, JJ: to be his friend.”

“Well, that’s certainly a good start,” an older gentleman joined the conversation, pointing at one of the containers. “Chocolate frosted doughnuts with sprinkles are his favorite. It’s a bit clichéd, but there’s truth in the adage ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’ It follows; you’ve already had him by the b-”

“Rossi, stop! We’ve made enough jokes at her expense,” scolded a woman who introduced herself as Dr. Tara Lewis. “This looks exquisite. Do I smell coffee in the cake? Reid loves coffee.”

“Yes, and there’s plenty to share as soon as he’s had some. Where is he, anyway?”

Luke pointed outside the Bullpen. “He’s down the hall printing handouts for his seminar next month,” he said, sipping his coffee.

“He doesn’t email them?”

“Reid’s a bit of a technophobe,” explained yet another agent, Matt Simmons.

“He still insists on hard copies of case files,” added Penelope. “It broke his heart when we went totally digital.” She glanced over McKinley’s shoulder and grinned. “Speak of the Luddite devil.”

Everyone watched as Spencer staggered towards them, clutching a thick stack of papers. He stopped short when he saw the crowd milling around his desk.

Spencer smiled, confused. “McKinley? What are you doing here?”

“She comes bearing gifts, Big Brain,” Penelope winked. “Apology gifts.” The others avoided his gaze but couldn’t hide their sniggers. Then Spencer caught Luke’s eye.

“You told!” he grumbled, flinging the papers onto his desk.

“If I give y’all food, will you shut your traps about us touching each other’s fun places?”

“No.”

“Probably not.”

“Nope. Sorry, not sorry.”

“Heh, you’re new here, bean. You’ll learn.”

While they lined up to choose their treats, McKinley leaned closer to Spencer. “When does the hazing end?”

“They’ll get bored soon, but that’s when the pranking starts.” He bent forward to focus on the cake properly. “Ray Bradbury?”

“Yeah, Garcia said Halloween’s your favorite holiday, and I know you’re a voracious reader. I put two and two together and ta-da.”

“Let’s see…the lions are from “The Veldt,” and the flowers are from Dandelion Wine, but what’s this one?” he asked, pointing to a swing set and a sandbox.

“The Playground,” she replied, and they smiled at each other self-consciously.

“McKinley, did you make all of this by hand?” asked JJ, marveling at the miniature sculptures.

“Most of it, except my friend Taylor painted the lions, and the chocolate TARDISes on the cupcakes came from a mold.” She popped open another container, revealing police boxes, each wrapped with a Fourth Doctor’s scarf and set in galaxy frosting. “Oh, and I bought the Jelly Babies online.”

“Would you consider making birthday cakes? My boys would love these.”

“Sure thing,” McKinley agreed, sitting in the chair Spencer brought her.

“Sooo, Reid, what are you gonna do for Kinley?” Garcia interjected.

“She’s right, Spence,” JJ concurred, sneaking an extra cupcake. “You’re not innocent in all this.”

Behind her, Luke held two doughnuts, squeezing them suggestively and mouthing ‘honka-honka.’

McKinley scowled at him. “What’re you, twelve?” Turning to Spencer, she continued. “I’d choose a book or record shop, but you don’t owe me a thing.”

“Oh-oh-oh,” Garcia enthused. “Then after, you could watch Who together at your place. He doesn’t have a TV,” she whisper-yelled.

Shaking her head, McKinley checked her phone. “Sorry, time for me to go.”

“Nooo,” Garcia pouted. “Hang with us!”

“Tempting, but I have to meet friends at some bar named…O’Keeffe’s?”

McKinley swore Garcia’s squeal of delight broke the sound barrier.

“That’s where we’re going! We’re all gonna get smashed on pumpkin-y, fall-themed grownup drinks together! Yes!”

…And Boogie-Woogie

The team kept an eye out for McKinley at O’Keeffe’s and were surprised to hear her shout out to them from the stage. She introduced the team to her bandmates following their final set, which consisted mostly of Tom Petty songs as a memorial of sorts, though McKinley couldn’t resist adding The Rolling Stones’ “Fingerprint File” at the end.

They talked late into the night getting to know each other. McKinley sat transfixed as the team regaled her with stories about their cases, one of which revolved around what they called a Vengeful Cinderella.

“Really? With her stilettos? Yikes!” she grimaced, sipping her drink.

“Yeah, but Spence was able to bring her in quietly by playing into her fantasy, acting as Prince Charming to her Cinderella. Got down on one knee, slipped her shoe back on and everything.”

McKinley threw Spencer an appraising look.

“I can see that working. He fits the bill.”

“He also gave me a new appreciation for the original, unsanitized versions of fairy tales. See, I felt that children ought to be protected from harsh realities, but Spence explained that the tales’ intended purpose was to allow kids to safely confront their fears.”

McKinley cocked her head in thought.

“Actually, the intent of those particular versions was to punish women - through some combination of marriage, rape, bodily mutilation and or death - simply for being women, because the Brothers Grimm were a pair of angry, bitter, he-man woman-hatin’, misogynist prick bastards.”

She took a drink and drew a breath before continuing, waving her hand for emphasis.

“Meanwhile, historian Franz Xaver von Schönwerth traveled around Bavaria, transcribing the stories directly from the very people who’d kept them alive in the oral tradition: servants, peasants, laborers - many of them women - rather than reframing them within his own worldview.”

She breathed in again, oblivious to the team’s stares.

“These fairy tales had strong, independent female protagonists in leadership positions. They were the ones having adventures, slaying dragons and rescuing men! Yes, the stories’ purpose was to help children navigate life’s challenges and prepare them for the adult world,” McKinley clarified, “but not at the expense of women’s agency and autonomy.”

Her gaze shifted to Spencer, whose mouth had dropped slightly.

“Unfortunately, Grimms’ Fairy Tales garnered all the attention. Fast-forward and now we have watered down, artificially flavored, saccharine animated films teaching kids that girls are helpless and need saving, and that the boys who rescue the girls are entitled to them. It’s just one more way the film industry has contributed to toxic masculinity and rape culture. Thanks, Disney, I hate it,” she concluded.

McKinley returned to her drink for a few moments before realizing the booth had fallen silent.

“Oh boy, there are two of them now,” Emily snorted.

McKinley scrunched her face in confusion. “Two what?”

“Spence rambles too,” said JJ, in a tone that conveyed mild annoyance and embarrassment at the behavior, almost as though she were apologizing for him.

McKinley frowned at her. She had seemed nice enough in the Bullpen earlier.

“He’s gotten better about it over the years, though,” she added, patting his shoulder.

The misplaced pride grated on McKinley’s nerves.

“Asphinctersayswhat?” She deliberately slurred her words, downing the last of her drink.

“What?” asked JJ.

“Exactly,” McKinley murmured, eyes fixed on her glass.

Before JJ could ask again, Spencer spoke.

“How had I not heard of Schönwerth before?” he wondered aloud, sounding disappointed in himself.

McKinley perked up. “I can lend you my copy of The Turnip Princess if you’d like. It’s a collection of his work.”

“Yeah, definitely!” he said eagerly. “I’m always excited to learn something new.”

Luke leaned around Matt to join the exchange. “I’ll have to buy a copy myself. I read Grimm’s as a kid but I hate to think I only knew biased versions. Schönwerth’s sound much better.”

…

“I appreciate the ride home, Luke,” McKinley called from the backseat.

“Me too. Just don’t get used to hearing those words pass my gorgeous lips, Newbie.”

“No problem, happy to do it,” he answered, laughing at Garcia’s drunken antics.

Under the cranked-up radio, McKinley addressed Spencer.

“Thanks for your text that morning after the park. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thank you for insisting on the wellness check.” He paused, fiddling with his messenger bag and smiling thoughtfully. “You know what? I’m glad we met.”

“Hey, is this the right place?” asked Luke.

McKinley peered through the window.

“6565, yeah that’s the one,” she confirmed as Luke parked.

Penelope waddled across the driveway.

“I have to see your tiny house - the outside I mean, since I already got a video tour of the inside. Guys, it. is. Adorable,” Penelope gushed.

“I thought you lived with Taylor and Jaimie,” said Spencer, pointing to the porch.

“I’m parked out back,” McKinley explained, unlocking the gate.

Penelope gasped. “I almost forgot! Can we see your baby too?”

“Absolutely! He loves meeting new people.”

Luke closed the gate behind them, carrying McKinley’s guitar. “Wait, what? You have a son?”

“Weeell, sort of…” McKinley twirled around, landing on her knees, arms spread out.

“Boogie, baby! Come to Mamma!” she bellowed.

A multicolored mass of fur burst through the door and made a blurry beeline for her, knocking her fully onto the ground.

“I missed you too, buddy!” she cried as the dog assaulted her face with kisses. Sitting up, McKinley faced him towards the group.

“Look! I brought new friends. Boogie, this is Luke, Penny, and Spencer. Guys, this is Boogie.”

“Boogie?”

“Yes, Mocha Latte, Boogie. Short for Boogie-Woogie, which comes from the Bantu phrase ‘mbuki-mvuki.’ It means ‘to dance wildly, to the point of ecstasy.’ I didn’t have a name picked out when I brought him home, but when I put my music on shuffle, the first song was John Lee Hooker’s “Boogie Chillen’.” He started shaking his butt and tapping his feet. No other name would’ve sufficed.”

He approached Luke, slowly at first, then promptly shoved his snout into the man’s crotch.

“Boogie! Manners! I raised you better than that.”

“That’s okay, I know it’s the dog version of shaking hands.” Luke knelt to give him more attention. “You’re just introducing yourself, aren’t you? Yeah. You probably smell Roxie, huh buddy.”

“You have a furbaby too?”

“Yeah, a Belgian Malinois. What’s Boogie?”

“A Border Aussie. Mom was a working Border Collie and Dad was a show Australian Shepherd. He got Mommy’s smarts and Daddy’s derpiness.”

Penelope bent over to scratch Boogie’s ears, surrendering herself to sniffs and kisses. “If you two don’t have playdates at the park, I’ll dognap them and take them there myself.”

Boogie seemed to wag his assent, shuffling over to Spencer and nosing his hand.

“N-nice doggie,” he stammered, gingerly patting Boogie’s head.

McKinley stood, swaying slightly on her way to the door. “I better grab that book while I’m thinking about it. Keep our guests entertained, buddy.”

They heard her rummaging inside, talking to herself. “You were here just the other - aha!”

She reappeared, waving a tattered paperback. “It’s dog-eared and coffee-stained,” she sighed apologetically, “but it’ll read.”

“Well-worn is high praise for a book. It shows how much it’s been loved,” Spencer reasoned, climbing the stairs to the small porch.

“Take your time with it. Some things aren’t meant for speed-Reiding,” she joked, handing him the book.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a minute.

“The swing set on the cake is an inedible figurine, by the way. That night, sitting on the real swing…I dunno, it seemed to comfort you. Now you have one to keep on your desk.”

McKinley couldn’t decide if ‘impressed’ or ‘perturbed’ better described Spencer’s expression in that moment.

“It’s late, guys. We should head out,” Luke yawned, handing McKinley her guitar.

“Night-night, Lovely! We’re having that knitting bee at my place next weekend, just us.”

“Sounds great, Penny, but I’m nervous about knitting in the round. It’s intimidating.”

They waved their goodbyes as they returned to the gate. “Don’t worry, Auntie Penelope will teach you all she knows.”

McKinley retreated into the warmth of her home. She climbed into bed, beaming to herself.

“A whole new group of friends. Imagine that, Boogie! I’d only dared hope for one…”

—

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13; Ramen and Chill?

In which you don’t realize asking someone to ramen had another meaning.

idol!Jimin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, slow-burn, lowkey sexual tension, pining, inner crack-drunk thinking, also most likely unrealistic portrayals of working this job LOLL but ramen and chill is a real thing.

word count: 5.5k (hohhh boyyy)

A/N: LATE LATE thing I meant to write for Jimin’s birthday cuz it’s the thirteenth installment and all dfkshgas btw this is a two-shot so ;D

If someone were to ask you how you’re feeling, your answer would probably be numb all over.

In fact, you think you might’ve lost all feelings to your body some time ago and you’re now nothing but a husk of the person you used to be… or maybe you’re just being overdramatic. Either way, you’re in need of your bed now (and maybe some room service).

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing for at this point, having lost track of the hours by the time you’ve reached your fourth glass of champagne. They’ve also stopped serving hors d’oeuvres long ago and your slightly muddled mind suddenly realizes this. Oh God, it thinks, surely the glass you’re holding is indeed your fourth one because anything beyond that you’re going to be in very deep sh—

“Are you alright Miss?”

An unfamiliar voice knocks you out of your spacing. You direct your gaze belatedly to the source and find a handsome but unfamiliar man peering at you, dressed to the nines much like the rest of the patrons in this grand hall. Your lips seem to quirk up in an autopilot response.

“Oh no I’m fine. Just a little worn out.” You say, shifting a little though that proves to not be a smart idea, feeling your red stilettos dig a little more into your already sore heels. Your impromptu companion lets out a light chuckle.

“That’s a shame. I was actually hoping to have a dance with you.”

You hold back a wheezing laugh by bringing your hand up to cover your mouth, hoping to come off coy instead. The event is quite formal but you haven’t seen many couples taking advantage of the string quartet up front (you think you’ve only seen at most three since the beginning of the night). Most of the esteemed guests here are more taken to climbing the social ladder than indulge in the live music (now that’s a real shame). Besides not being much of dancer, you’d rather not risk your life by trying to dance in the shoes you’re currently wearing. But you don’t express that.

“I’m not much of dancer so you would be sparing yourself.” You reply with a light laugh. The man lets out a slight laugh at your remark as well but then he shakes his head, eyes focusing on you.

“It would be a crime to leave such a lovely lady like yourself alone.”

Huh.

You’ve avoided interactions like these all night, being for the most part successful. A lot of the times you get out of it by swatting away any advances with obliviousness, having most of your attention to the expensive food being passed around on platters. Now you only had the alcohol; something you’d rather not have to take in excessiveness even if it’s just to avoid awkward situations like these (plus, you’d rather not land yourself in an even more awkward, not to mention potentially embarrassing situation). But this strange albeit handsome man is still staring at you, waiting for your response and you have not the strength to formulate one. Quick! Your mind screams at you, do something!

In two seconds flat, you bring your glass up to your lips, take one large gulp, emptying it, and with a short of breath, you say, “I think I might grab another drink.” And despite the pain gnawing on your heels and toes, you’ve never high-tailed outta there so fast, not looking back once. Your feet takes you off somewhere you’re not quite sure, just that it should be away from that area and hoping that you seem put together on the surface when on the inside, you’re dying because wow was your brain that desperate to risk potential, alcohol induced, humiliation to get away from a slightly socially awkward conversation? …Or maybe the alcohol has gotten to you already and this is the effect—!!

“Noona!”

Another voice cuts through your thoughts, this time one you do recognize. You stop in your tracks to focus your gaze and lo and behold, the members of BTS are within your sight, standing in a half circle just off to the side. You meander your way over, a little taken aback from seeing them since you’ve long lost track of them near the beginning of the night after they’ve done their initial rounds of greetings, swept away by the sea of people so eager to acquaint themselves with the leading figures in Korean music currently taking the world by storm. Nevertheless, you’re happy to be reunited and to see that they’re relaxed despite being bombarded by mobs of important people.

“Hey, didn’t think I would see you any time for the rest of the night.” You voice your thoughts; smile feeling less strained this time around.

Namjoon laughs, his dimples on full display as he nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, a lot of people wanted to talk so sorry if you lost us in the crowd.”

You wave your hand dismissively, “Nah, I’m sure you had manager Sejin to look after you. And I’m sure you can handle yourselves.”

“We’re actually going to head back to our rooms soon.” Hoseok says, and then playfully adds, “Suga-hyung looks like he’s ready to lie down any second now.”

Your eyes immediately land on the rapper and the first sounds of a giggle slips past your lips unintentionally when you see that even though he’s seems very put together, the look in his eyes says otherwise. He narrows them half-heartedly to your reaction, but the glazed over look and the slight droop made it all seem less threatening. But all jokes aside, you empathized with him.

“Thank God….” You sigh in relief. “I’m ready to sleep for a year. And my feet are killing me.”

“Are you okay, noona?” Jimin speaks up, glancing worriedly at your shoes at your mentioning them. “You can leave right now if you want. We have to say our goodbyes to everyone so that might take a while….”

Your mouth curves into a small, bashful smile, waving your hand again dismissively. “No, no I can handle it. Don’t worry.” You say, nervous chuckles mixing in with your sentences before you glance down self-consciously to fiddle with the rings on your fingers.

“But Hoseok is right, we’re pretty much done talking with everyone so we can find manager Sejin and start heading out soon.” Namjoon supplies as his eyes scan over the crowd for the man in question. He gestures with his chin after a while, spotting their manager not too far from where you were standing. Once manager Sejin makes eye contact with the group's leader, the process of saying goodbye to everyone in the room begins. You follow after them diligently as does manager Sejin, going from each group of people and offering a few words of pleasantry before ending with a bid farewell and a humble bow. You take to bowing to the esteemed guests as well after the boys finish, saying a simple ‘goodnight’ as does Sejin.

By the time you’ve arrived to the last bunch, your feet are screaming but like the entire night, you hide it behind a carefully placed smile.

“Thank you so much for having us tonight, it was an honour to have met you ambassador.” You hear Namjoon’s deep timbre from ahead of you as he addresses what appears to be an elderly man who’s smiling back at him warmly. He gives a hearty shake of the young leader’s hand and a pat on the shoulder, saying how it was their honour to meet the group. The ambassador and his posse all take turns shaking each member’s hand, heads bowing in varying degrees happening in succession. Once the handshake line finishes, the members move aside and you and Sejin follow after in a train-like fashion, allowing you two to come from behind to say your goodbyes to the group.

You flash what you hope to be an amicable smile and not a grimace like you felt it was, bowing to each individual as you go. You bobbing your head so repeatedly meant you didn’t recognize the last of the people in this group until they’ve caught you in front of them.

“Oh, miss!”

It’s the same guy you’ve escaped from earlier. You nearly trip as your bowing frenzy comes to a screeching halt, eyes going a little wide at this sudden turn of events because needless to say, you had not intended to see this man after that stunt you pulled. Straightening yourself, you take in his appearance again (indefinitely still the same as you have left him). God, you don’t even think you caught his name!

“Oh!” You say with a start before adding with a laugh (of disbelief), “hello again.” But then you pause in afterthought, “…or I should say goodbye since I’m leaving.”

This makes the surrounding group laugh, the man included. The attention makes your face heat up and you nervously smile along. His eyes focus on you again, a wide smile still on his face.

“I suppose you are right. I really wished I got to know you better, I don’t even think I got your name.”

This goodbye is dragging on longer than you want it to, plus it seems this handsome fellow has completely brushed aside your obvious, forceful exit with him earlier which is making you all the more wary. But there’s no escaping this time as all eyes were on you and you have to exude your best behaviour. So with a tight smile, you incline your head a little and give your name albeit reluctantly.

“A lovely name for a lovely lady.” And as if to place the cherry on top of it all, he reaches out to grasp your hand and place a soft kiss to your knuckles. You feel yourself stiffen, mind spasming to control your facial expression because no doubt you would have had the biggest grimace in life. Luckily, the elderly man whom you recognize as the ambassador sweeps in to your rescue.

“C’mon Mu-yeol, you’re gong to scare her.”

Another round of good-natured laughing, only the gag here is that you’re already spooked. Still, you make effort to chuckle to keep face before your hand is released and you take it back all too gratefully. You reiterate your goodbyes and goodnights again and you nearly whiplash yourself when you turn to your own group. It takes only a second for you to catch eight pair of eyes watching for you to know that they’ve probably witnessed the entire exchange. Your face heats again and you duck your head down as you scurry to fall in line.

The formal event that took place is thankfully located in a hall that’s very close to the hotel you were all staying at, probably a ten-minute drive. It’s nice but you think ruefully to yourself that the short time travel this time around is not in your favour; you’re willing to sit for three hours straight at this point, your feet hurt so much (ah, beauty really is pain).

You climb into the sedan the company has graciously provided for such an occasion, sinking instantly into the plush leather seats as the weight and pressure on your feet is alleviated for the time being. You watch through the tinted windows as the last of the boys climb into their own van and with the doors shut, the vehicle takes off with your own following after. As you’ve predicted, the ride was over before you so much thought to close your eyes for a nap.

The door is opened for you and you exit the car after thanking the chauffeur, spotting the vans’ own passengers make quick work of stepping out themselves. You fall into steps behind the group, Taehyung at your side who flashes you a boxy smile before asking quietly if your feet were still hurting (they were but you assured him you could hold out until you get to your room). You all crowd into the lift with Sejin at the front to punch in the correct floor. The doors slide shut and the elevator gives a heave as it starts its ascent.

“So….” Seokjin’s voice rings out from somewhere beside you but by his tone, you cringe already knowing where this was going without having to directly see his face. “Scored a date?” The entire elevator erupts with groans and offhanded complaints.

“Hyung I don’t think you were close enough to see how uncomfortable she was.” Taehyung comments exasperatedly as Seokjin puffs up in defense at the varying responses he’s received.

“I honestly thought he was being too intrusive for someone who just met noona.” Jimin remarks, disapproval clear in his tone and when he gets a light reprimand from Namjoon, his eyes widen a little in indignation. “Hyung he even admitted that he didn’t even know her name!”

“Guys can we not….? Nothing happened and…” You’re practically shrinking in on yourself as you mutter pathetically against your corner. “Jimin’s kinda right, he was a little…. weird.”

You could’ve sworn Jimin lets out a pleased noise but the elevator soon comes to a stop as it arrives on your floor. Everyone piles out, all voicing their plans of sleeping or taking long baths or ordering copious amount of room service. Manager Sejin tries to reel them in, shouting over their voices and reminding them not to go too crazy, that schedules were happening tomorrow. The hallway rings out loudly in agreements and choruses of goodnights as each member goes off to their own separate suites.

“Ah I can’t do this anymore.” You mumble disgruntled, not stopping to think as you steady yourself against the wall to reach down and begin plucking your shoes off. Jimin, whose room was down your way, stops alongside you to watch with amusement. Once the wretched heels were off, you exhale with relief as your sore toes touch the plush carpeted floor of the hotel hallway, free of their confines. The freshly dyed honey blond male finally lets out a hearty laugh when you turn back to him in question.

“What, they’re hurting.” You frown.

“No it’s not that noona.” Jimin giggles from behind a hand. “You’re small again.”

True to his words, you have indeed reverted back to your original size, head barely brushing his shoulder when before, with the magic of heels, you had reached just below his chin. You narrow your eyes slightly and huff, breathing through your nose but choose not to comment on his teasing, causing Jimin to laugh once again.

“What are you gonna do now?” Jimin asks as you continue your trek down to your respective rooms. Your strides are much shorter and slower than his but he makes the effort to match it, which you can’t help but find very sweet of him. Even more so when you realize he’s walked past his room and stops at yours.

“Kinda hungry…. Might order unhealthy amount of room service.” You say absently. “Or might get lazy and just make ramen.”

Jimin chuckles a little, making a noise of agreement as he nods. “Ah yeah, I might do the same too….” As he’s trailing off, you catch a mischievous twinkle in his eyes before he adds with a sly smile, “We should go eat ramen together.”

You blink, surprised by the invite and slowly but surely, your cheeks heat with a blush because…is this considered a date then? (No way that’s so stupid, is this allowed??). It’s so sudden that your mind has trouble processing it, evidently kick starting it into a full on mental gymnastic course and your slight pause causes Jimin to double over in laughter.

“Noona sorry I didn’t mean to startle you! I was just—“

“I mean, sure I guess?” You find yourself saying aloud, answering both Jimin and your own thoughts coincidentally. Now it’s Jimin’s turn to blink owlishly back at you, stunned into silence and you can’t tell in the dim light of the hallway whether his cheeks are pinker than they were before.

“Uhh…” Jimin stammers, suddenly shifting his gaze elsewhere with a nervous scratch of his neck. The change in demeanour throws you a little but you figured it’s because he didn’t think you would accept. Hell you didn’t think so either, however, the thought of having an eating companion this late into the night makes the image of eating instant ramen by yourself in your hotel room less sad.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to eat ramen together. It’s just us up here anyways.” You reason, because it’s true; this entire hotel floor is booked by the boys, the managers, and some of the stylists so not like there will be anyone who’s going to cause misunderstandings and rumours; you have their utmost trust. And besides, it’s just ramen.

He cards his hair with his fingers, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation before he’s subtly nodding to himself. “I mean, yeah…umm, so…? My room? Or yours…?”

You shrug because to you, it doesn’t matter. As long as you both got ramen and you voice as much. He bobs his head in affirmation, and then gestures to his room. You take the cue and shuffle back to his door when he abruptly screeches to a halt, eyes wide and slightly panicked.

“My room’s a little messy! Give me one minute noona!” He holds up his hands as if needing to stop you from barging in but you’re quite content staying put if it makes him happy.

“Oh, then lemme just grab comfortable shoes and drop these off.” You shake the heels in your hands, he nods and bolts into this room as you make your way back to your own, entering it and carelessly tossing the shoes to the foot of your bed and shoving your feet into the black ballet flats you wear on a regular basis. As you head back out, you pass by your own little ramen stash sitting on the mini fridge (a request made by the company, bless). You eye the variation; your staple kimchi flavour, tempura shrimp, and…. Oh.

You tentatively pick up the cup noodle that says spicy cold noodles. If you recall, Jimin actually talked about wanting to eat cold noodles earlier but had ran out. You take it with you as exit your room and before you know it you’re standing in front of his room, gently tapping knocks onto the deep, mahogany door. It opens a few seconds later, Jimin smiling shyly as he welcomes you in. He’s opted to discard his suit jacket, revealing the white silk button up underneath with a few buttons undone at the collar and cuffs. You regret not taking a look at yourself in the mirror before arriving here but then think there’s no point because he would still make you look like a potato; even with his hair mussed from no doubt running his hand through it so many times.

“You didn’t have to bring your own pack noona. I have plenty.” You hear him giggling as he walks over to the boiling electric kettle. You peer and catch the infamous red of Nongshim kimchi ramen as he’s tearing the last of the two packets, dumping them into the respective cup. “Unless you didn’t want kimchi flavour?” He freezes suddenly to give you a wide-eyed stare. You fly into action; waving your hands furiously and causing the cold noodle cup you’re holding to rattle like a sodium infused maraca.

“No! No, I love kimchi ramen.” You stop your flailing, side eyeing the noodle cup before awkwardly offering it to him. “I had spicy cold noodles but remembered you ran out of your own?”

Jimin’s grey-blue contact coloured eyes brighten instantaneously, mouth agape in a full, gleeful smile. Your heart does a somersault at the sight of it, biting back a smile of your own, as he takes the cold noodle cup like he’s been handed the chalice of life.

“Noona are you sure? I could’ve asked the managers to get some for me, since Jin-hyung stole my last pack.” The last part he mutters ruefully and your restraint crumbles.

“I’m sure. I don’t really crave for cold noodles that much anyways.” You chuckle. He shoots you another blinding smile, one where his eyes completely disappears.

“Thank you noona. But you should really try it with steak. It sounds weird but trust me, it’s surprisingly good!”

You’re skeptical about the steak and spicy cold noodles combination but find yourself lulled into enjoying the quiet conversations between you two as you wait for the water to boil. Once it does, Jimin pours the water in and the both of you migrate to the desk, settling in the chair he pulls up for you.

“So what did you do after we were finished greeting people?” Jimin asks, propping up a knee from his seat on the bed. You lean back in your chair with your ankles crossed, shrugging absent-mindedly.

“Just…keeping my small talk to a minimum and taking advantage of the free food and alcohol.”

He squeaks a laugh, throwing his head back before nodding in understanding. “Yeah, honestly I was getting pretty hungry by the time we got to the second last group.”

You hum in sympathy, reaching over to grab the wooden chopsticks to break and then the cup noodle closest to you.

“It hasn’t even been three minutes yet.” Jimin comments, watching you tear back the flap and begin mixing its contents. You pause, glancing up at him. He’s curiously looking at you, amused. You persevere albeit a little more self-consciously.

“I like it a little al dente.”

Jimin chuckles before taking his own cup and beginning to stir up the noodles as well. “Oh? Is that so? I like it more cooked.”

“Isn’t that soggier…?” The words slip out without thought as you take the first slurp. You refrain from moaning out in delight, the spicy flavour of kimchi hitting your mouth and the general feeling of having something warm and soupy after a long, tiring night.

“It’s soup ramen noona, the noodle would get too chewy if you don’t leave it for at least three minutes.”

You reply with a noncommittal hum (to each their own, you guess). A moment of silence where the only noises coming from you both is the slurping of noodles. After your chew, you lean back to take a breather before realizing, much to your slight contempt. “…. I think I’ve eaten more instant ramen ever since I met you guys….” And you don’t quite know how to feel about that. Jimin throws his head back in another bout of laughter, hand covering his mouth though you still hear him.

“Sorry. Did we ruin your healthy diet?”

“Not like it was healthy in the first place...”

“But I’ve seen you eat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat anything greasy at all.”

Conversations continue to flow so naturally that it surprises you; sure your heart’s still pounding more than you liked it to but so far you haven’t broke out sweating. So you’re quite proud of yourself. That is, until there was a lull in the conversation, you taking your time to finish the remaining noodles and Jimin going unusually quiet.

“Noona,” His voice has a huskier quality to it; probably from all the spice in the ramen, but the volume of which he speaks makes it also sound a lot deeper than usual. It sends goose bumps across your arms and you curse at how exposed you are in your cocktail dress.

You give a hum that you interrupt with the clearing of your throat in between mouthfuls of ramen. You pretend nonchalance when your gaze locks with Jimin’s but your brave face almost immediately shrivels in on itself.

His cheeks have a sheen of sweat to it which he wipes delicately off with a finger, leaving a glow in its wake. He’s eyeing you, head cocked slightly back and to the side, deep in thought as if he’s debating with himself. A couple of times, he’ll open his mouth to say something before reconsidering, pondering some more. You start to get nervous, so you try to quell the feeling by playing with your chopsticks, scooping around for more noodle strands. You find a couple before Jimin finally decides to speak.

“You know…. If a guy ever asks you out for ramen, don’t go with him. Especially if you don’t know him well.”

Your eyebrows furrow because that’s definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

“Uhh…. Why?” You ask, bringing the cup closer to your mouth to catch the stray strands and a bit of soup.

Jimin gives you a distressed sort of look, running a hand through his hair again to dishevel it into a new style. He takes a breath in as if gathering his every wit as you, none the wiser, begin to drink your remaining soup.

“Noona,” He’s reaching out to gently pry the cup away from you, fingers enveloping your own firmly being too much of distraction to really register the rather serious tone he’s taken on. Jimin directs you so that you place the cup on the desk, so that now he has your full attention. You settle back hesitantly and wait for him to continue on pins and needles.

Another pause.

“Noona,” He tries again but as soon as he locks eyes with you, the words stop. He flounders but then wheezes an embarrassed laugh, covering his face with his hands. You wish you can join him (he looks absolutely adorable at the moment), but you’re too perplexed. You hear him mutter something behind his hands though you don’t catch it before he’s gathering himself again, clearing his throat with a resolute expression on his face.

“You know…. In Korean, when a guy asks you to eat ramen with him,” He says carefully. He takes a breath, steeling himself for what he’s about to tell you next. “It usually means…. something other than eating ramen.”

Something other than eating ramen…?

You feel your face pinch into a look of further confusion because what the hell is that even supposed to mean??

Jimin is still looking at you, trying to convey the meaning to his words but you’re just not catching his drift. You literally see the hope begin to die in his eyes.

“Uh…” He’s running his hand through his hair once more, cheeks suddenly flushed and you feel apologetic for being the cause of his distress but you can’t help it! What do you mean there’s something other than eating ramen when someone asks you out to eat ramen with them?!

He claps suddenly, startling you. Then he eyes you levelly despite blushing profusely.

“So…” Jimin’s voice comes out booming with false over confidence. You can only sit and watch with a mix of emotions; mild amusement, utter confusion and apprehension at what’s to come.

“When a guy…. is interested in a girl…” You’re hanging onto his every word but your brain goes and does a funny thing. It connects them, weirdly enough, to ‘the talk’. You know, ‘the talk’ parents usually give to their teenager about the birds and the bees. However, you could’ve sworn you’re talking about ramen here….

Unless…

No….

There’s no way….

You determinedly let Jimin continue, not wanting to jump to any crazy conclusions that your, now confirmed, tipsy mind is throwing at you.

“The guy usually wants to…umm…” He falters, fidgeting in his seat as he valiantly tries to continue if just for your sake, eyes looking away from you instead of at you, “Get close…?” Jimin finishes with uncertainty, and then coughs in embarrassment.

It's a very abstract way of putting it but like Scott Pilgrim’s ‘Gets it’ meter, yours flicks immediately to ‘Totally gets it’ and your mind is screaming, I TOLD YOU. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ in realization as your mind tries to incredulously comprehend the logic behind ‘let’s go eat ramen together’ equals to ‘let’s bang’.

But then that means— wait so earlier Jimin—?! And then you— !! So that’s why—!!

“O-Oh….” You utter intelligently.

“Y-Yeah…” Jimin murmurs back, head lowered and you can see the tips of his ear burning red. “I uh— didn’t think you would know about…that. So…. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable because I just wanted you to know. Like I didn’t mean to— you know… Not that I—!“

You swear at that moment, blushing is infectious because now you feel your own cheeks flaring, heat practically radiating off of the surface of the skin as you rush in to try and save him from further embarrassment. “Yeah, no, no it’s okay! I would never have known otherwise so no, I’m not gonna take it personally…thanks though—for informing me that is!” Okay just stop talking now!

“O-Oh…” Jimin breathes in relief. “That’s— that’s good.”

You nod in sentiment, cheeks still burning but determined in pretending that it doesn’t exist. A heavy silence drags between you two in which you refuse to look at each other. Your mind is absolutely swimming with thoughts, not believing what had just happened but after minutes of disassociating, you absently whisper, “But what if I just wanted ramen?”

Jimin lets out a snort, having caught your dazed murmuring and swiftly uses a hand to cover his mouth. He’s double over on himself in his obvious effort of trying to restrain his laughing to the point he’s slowly curling onto the bed and just emitting squeaks. It makes a smile of your own creep up and soon, you find yourself quietly laughing as well.

“Ah, this is crazy.” Jimin blubbers out, dabbing at the inner corners of his eyes. “I don’t know what to say noona but it’s just…that’s what the kids are saying these days.”

“The kids…” You wheeze. “Like how old are they to be saying these sorts of things? Like how—?" You cut yourself off with a huff, too tired to voice out your thoughts on dissecting the origins of such a phrase. You eventually have your mind settle on equating it to something you’ve heard too familiarly at this point in your own circle of friends. You fall into a comfortable lull, head resting against your shoulder as Jimin quietly stacks his empty cup noodle into your own. You watch him neatly tidy everything, caught in a trance-like state at the way his body leans over slightly, allowing the light of the desk lamp to cast soft shadows and highlights on his face, emphasizing features you hadn’t necessarily dared to take the time to really look at.

Unconsciously your gaze drifts to his full lips, glossy with moisture as his tongue pokes out to lick at the corner absent-mindedly. How would it feel to kiss them….?

Your eyes widen at the stray thought, and that is your cue to take your ass to bed.

“Uh…” You vocalize, catching Jimin’s attention as he places the last of the plastic flaps into the cups, neatly folded. “I should go.”

You stiffly stand and Jimin follows suit with a nod of his head, ready to walk you out of his room.

“Yeah, you should head to bed noona. You should really get some rest after tonight.” He gestures for you to take the lead and you do so, beginning to stride around the corner of the bed.

“Thank you for the meal, you should also—!!”

Its here that something catches on your foot, so caught off guard that there’s no chance to save yourself from the impending fall. You distinctively hear Jimin’s exclamation as your vision tips southward at an alarming rate and then a firm grasp at your elbow. The next second, you feel yourself hit the carpeted floor with a thud, back beginning to blossom with a dull ache.

You let out a groan the same time a hiss emits from above you…. sounding so close that it seems to whistle in your ears.

Your eyes crack open, having shut on instinct upon falling, only to come nose to nose with the attractive honey blonde male that attempted to catch you.

Jimin is hovering over you, upper body held up by an elbow beside your head and an awkward arm braced against the TV stand. He’s so close that you feel strands of his hair tickling your own forehead; see the tiny freckles that dust just under his eyes through the sheer foundation. Your senses are overloading with him and it makes your heart palpitate. You don’t dare breathe.

“...Are you okay?” He speaks so softly the words ghost over you, making your lids flutter. You can only nod meekly, voice trapped in your throat. You’re so hyperaware of his movements that the slight tilt of his head causes every one of your nerves to freeze in anticipation.

What comes next is something you weren’t prepared for.

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