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sxdmoonchxld · 4 years ago

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Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room. Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face.

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function.

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over.

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time.

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice.

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name.

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye.

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!"

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place.

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you.

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you.

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm.

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it.

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you.

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist.

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care.

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage.

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more.

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips.

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward.

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans.

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples.

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking.

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook?

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst.

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls.

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt.

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper.

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

"Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants.

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch.

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror.

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story.

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.'

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock.

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust.

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook. You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix.

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts oneshot #bts smut reactions #bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts college au #jungkook college au #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #ao3 #jungkook x reader

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sheepwasfound · 4 years ago

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dnf moments caught from within the chaos (every single one)

march 10th george alt stream

***

first video:

00:11:40-00:12:30 "is that george from dreamhunt?"

00:20:37-00:21:10 g:"me and dream argue about the stupidest things"

(many good sap/gogy sibling moments! and then...)

00:26:49 dream joins in secret and george tries to figure it out

00:27:26 dream gives himself away with a chuckle

00:27:55-00:29:00 "i was watching George's stream, i didn't even know you were streaming"

00:34:08-00:34:45 lil uk travel ban talk

00:36:46 g:"'late nights in the middle of june' this is true x2"

00:37:52-00:38:10 1.5 inches elephant still on george's desk

00:40:56-00:41:12 dream chuckling going "george is so salty"

00:49:04 dream hasn't paid george the $1,000 from geoguessr

00:49:50 dream tries to get george to play geoguessr

00:50:18-00:50:45 george tells dream about dreamhunt guy

00:53:37 d:"im on literally negative sleep"

00:55:57 g:"'tell dream you love him' no."

00:56:27-00:57:00 g:"'george you're the hottest piece of ass in dreamhunt' is that true dream?", d:"maybe it is" + "you're such an idiot"

00:57:14-00:57:54 dream tries to think of who in one direction each one of them are, can't choose for george

00:59:12 d:"he's like the most annoying person on the planet" (prob cus he can't focus on chess cus of gogy)

01:17:36 sapnap doesn't reply to george, dream replies immediately

01:19:26-01:19:40 + 01:21:56-01:22:50 talking about george exposing dream for the s*x tiktok

01:24:13 g:"ok i'm gonna go get water. dream, entertain my stream."

01:29:55-01:32:00 george and sapnap argue over servers, simp dream settles it w/ a "coin flip" (rigged)

01:33:40-01:34:50 sapnap waited for dream to wake up for burger day, s:"george wishes he coulda been a part of that"

01:36:12 d:"i was actually writing lyrics this morning"

01:40:37-01:42:12 stonks talk g:"what do i invest in?" d:"me"

(dreamnap moments interval here...)

01:50:14 s:"should i tweet out a picture of your girlfriend george?", d:"it's gonna be like a picture of my yt icon"

01:52:11-01:52:43 d:"'dnf arc'? yeah maybe", g:"is it a joke to you?"

01:52:57-01:53:11 sapnap and dream don't send george good morning texts & it upsets him

01:53:13-01:53:45 george didn't laugh at dream's joke, so dream calls him out for not paying attention

01:53:51 g:"'pretty privilege is real and you have it!' is this true dream?" d:"yeah. yeah"

01:54:13-01:54:55 sapnap accusing george of having a girlfriend, g:“dream, should we just tell them?”

01:59:30-01:59:50 g:“’can you say bleepbleep dream?’ no i can’t say that”, d:”just say it. george.”

02:02:00 g:“’is it true quackity and dream constantly fight for your love?’ it’s true”

02:02:10-02:03:00 d:”we were in our, like, linked arc. except for opposites …attract”

02:03:30 dream starts going through his texts with george

02:04:30 d:”my favorite number is…one second, i’m pulling up my george contact”

02:05:35-02:06:20 dream reads out their texts about waking up at the same time & having s*x

02:06:33-02:08:00 george’s “ayo muffin man” text to dream where he asked if he could make a joke about dream’s cheating drama, d:”you were being a good friend”

02:07:02 g:”we don’t text that much” d:”we text, like, everyday, but…”

02:08:36 first video ends

***

second video:

00:10:35 george shoots dnf on a wall, d:”you’re so dumb”, s:”what?”, d:”george”

00:14:30 g:”dream come baaaaackk”

00:16:22 dream in the bg laughing alone “this text is so funny! this text is amazing” (note: he started going through their texts, like, 20 mins ago)

00:17:25-00:17:58 george’s first text to dream: “hi loser”, sapnap asking about his first text, d:”that’s different”

00:20:38-00:21:00 s:”maybe if you were watching my stream instead of watching george’s all the time” + s:“maybe if you weren’t in your, like, dnf arc all the time”

00:22:40-00:23:15 g:“’george and dream’s brotherly relationship is so iconic’ brotherly?”, d:”someone in chat said ‘the alabama arc’”

00:26:05-00:26:30 pickle dick g:”dick-…dip his hands in the pickle jar”

00:27:05 d:”you’re an idiot george, you’re such a, you’re such a dick”

00:30:29-00:41:45 discussion about covid travel rules and george going to florida, george heatedly going through every possible trick to get there but dream being responsible about it

00:34:00 g:”dream, get me a private jet”

00:34:56 g:”i’ll just stay”, d:”for how long?”, g:”forever.”

00:36:13 gnf charity for private jet and then george will grapple down from a helicopter, d:”you’re such an idiot x2”

00:36:51 g:”i’m not actually joking” + g:”no it’s not impossible!” *checks cost of a private jet*

00:38:20 d:”you need to double it cus you have to go back” g:”i’m not going back. i’m not going back”

00:38:38 about deportation g:”dream, you can just protect me dream, just don’t let them take me away”

00:39:29 about deportation g:”then what if i never go back, what if i just never go back?”

00:40:01 g:”wait i have an idea dream. what if you just married me?” s:”you’re not allowed to marry someone to get them in the country”, g:”well that’s not the only reason”

00:41:13 g:”’sounds like dream doesn’t wanna meet you’ yeah he doesn’t”

00:43:43 g:”to be fair you are in your silly goose arc”, d:”i’m not in any goose arc” *mutual giggling*

00:44:45-00:45:25 discussion about obama escorting george on his private jet

00:47:38 dono:“you visiting dream is not a no, it’s a not yet”

00:50:21 g:”’just admit it, you’re madly in love with dream and you’re using this as an excuse to marry him’ no. this is false”, g:”i’m in my hating dream arc right now” d:”well, i mean … it’s about to be in a different arc though”

00:50:40 finishing each other’s sentences

00:50:50 s:”i wish karl was here.”, s:”at least i would have someone to be like, in love with, jesus”

00:51:29 d:”sapnap third wheel arc” s:”you guys may flirt and stuff, but me and you have physical s*x” d:”oh my goddd, what the hell?! that’s too far!”

00:54:43 sapnap teasing george about being able to cuddle dream, g:”i don’t care, i don’t care”

00:56:27 george teasing sapnap about having a gf again, s:”you have a dream”

00:56:43 g:”should i play geoguessr?” d:”oh, yes!”

00:57:07 d:”i’m exhausted and i’m laying in bed” (but he’s still staying)

(00:58:30 geoguessr starts, they’re tired and argue a lot)

01:00:48 arguing about colors g:”well you’re wrong” d:”maybe- actually maybe i think that’s- actually you’re right”

01:03:27 george was going to do geoguessr with wilbur today, but is too tired now

01:07:55 d:”if you had asked, i would’ve told you” g:”i didn’t wanna ask, i did it myself” *sassy*

01:13:55 george missed dream’s joke and he called him out for it again

01:17:00 g:”i’m not buying a maid dress” d:*silence*

01:20:10 g:“’dream we need your support to get george in a maid dress’ what do you think dream?”, d:*silence*

01:21:53 g:”you know what dream? i trust you”, d:”no, don’t trust me!”

01:22:50 dono:”when you asked dream if you should wear a maid dress, the silence was so loud” d:*silence*

01:23:23 after george makes a dumb voice d:”why are you reading like that?”, d:”i’m about to leave” (spoiler: he doesn’t leave, just stops looking for 30 secs)

01:24:10 g:”what do you mean you’re not even looking?”, g:”why, do you hate me?”, d:”you were being in your annoying arc”

01:34:28 dono:”do you have a song that makes you think of dream?”, d:”probably heat waves”, + george saying he doesn’t think of dream when listening to songs and dream not buying it

01:36:40 dream replying for him that george’s most listened to travis scott song is goosebumps (aka “their song”)

01:39:50 george confirms goosebumps is his most listened to travis scott song

01:42:26 d:”this is the last game im playing with you”, d:”cus i don’t wanna play with you anymore” (spoiler: it’s not the last one)

01:45:52 g:”alright one more”, d:”no i said i’d-…ok fine whatever one more” (spoiler: it’s not just one more)

01:48:46 dream mishears that george is gonna kiss him

01:54:24 g:”alright here’s the last game guys”, d:”you keep saying that, you keep…leading me on”

01:57:02 d:”that was the last one”, g:”no we said we were ending on a win” (no they didn’t) g:”you can’t leeeeeave, you can’t leave! it’s not allowed”

01:58:17 dono:”what is a place you’ve always wanted to go?”, g:”idk”, d:”america”

01:59:27 g:”i just, i was like…aaaaaghhhhlldududu you know?”, d:”yeah, i do know”

02:05:00 d:”alright, i’m gonna head out”, g:”wait, wait just wait”, g:”why are you in your like salty era?”, d:”why are you in your clingy era?”, d:”i think it would make sense if i left when i want to”, g:”alright, well, leave then, see what happens, you’re gonna regret it, that’s all i know”

02:05:30 dream leaves the call but then immediately starts watching george’s stream until he ends (who’s the one in their clingy era?)

02:06:10 george talks about going to bed (dream’s already in bed so they’re synced once again)

#dreamnotfound #dnf #there are so many amazing moments i saw no one talk about on here pls watch them #yeah i rewatched the whole thing...#now its my bedtime...#btw dream kept staying on call cus he wanted to go to sleep at the same time as george dont talk to me #sheepy #recap #gogy alt #sheepy recap #gogy alt 10.3

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urbfsecretgf · 4 years ago

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The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

_________________________________________________________

you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

#vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x you

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ratedbangtann · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your Always Yours fic with none other than Min Yoongi.

I was wondering if you’d write an angst to fluff piece with him? Unfortunately, creating prompts isn’t my strong suit, so I used a sentence list? Feel free to not use these at all if you have a better idea!

The first is: “please hurry. This guy is making me feel uncomfortable.”

The second is: “do you want to watch the stars?”

Thank you so much! I hope you’re doing well and things are happy for you! I appreciate your drabbles that you’ve written so far! The car wash Jungkook one made me laugh out loud! Have a wonderful day and thank you again!

Aww, thank you so much love! Glad you enjoyed the car wash one, and Always Yours too 🥰 Here goes... WARNINGS: creepy and arrogant guy at bar, some gross comments made and a pissed off yoongi....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bars were not your thing. Coming to one was a stupid idea. Stepping foot in one alone, was an even worse idea. Trusting your most flakey of friends to actually turn up to a planned meet up was potentially the stupidest one you had ever had.

She was 20 minutes late already, and you knew her well enough to know that she was not showing up. Yet, you sat at the bar waiting anyway, swirling the straw in your drink around as the ice cubes jingled in the glass. You told yourself you'd finish your drink, and then leave. Give her a chance. But deep down, you knew. From across the bar, you knew you were being watched, too. A guy was there; a good looking guy, but the kind who knew he was good looking. And in your head you simply prayed he wouldn't come over. In vain, of course. After five minutes of staring, the guy was at your side, leaning against the bar, drink in hand. "Hey gorgeous," he smirked. Original. You barely looked up at him, muttering a simple, "hi" and taking a sip of your drink so you wouldn't need to say anything else. Apparently, your evasive eye contact wasn't enough of a sign for him. "Stood up, huh? Can't imagine why, a little slice like you..." "Slice of what, exactly?" you asked, monotonously and staring down at your drink on the bar. "Sweet cherry pie, I'm guessing..." he purred, stepping a little closer. You rolled your eyes and slipped your phone out of your pocket, focussing your attention on that instead. To: Yoongi Can you pick me up?

He replied instantly, as you knew he would. Yoongi had been perched by his phone all night when you said you were meeting Anya at the bar. He knew her well enough too in the circle of friends you ran in, and knew she'd probably ditch. From: Yoongi A no show again?

To: Yoongi Yeah. Can you come? He didn't reply right away this time, allowing time for the guy next to you to swoop in once again. "Come on, you're not even gonna look at me, baby?" "There's plenty of other girls in this bar, why don't you see if one of them wants your STD?" you deadpanned. Surely he'd get the message now, right? But no, he simply laughed, and continued.... "Feisty, aren't you? Are you like that in the sheets too?" Ugh. To: Yoongi Please? There's this guy... won't leave me alone. He's gross. Pls save me. "Look, buddy... Take the hint, I'm not interested. Savvy?" you deadpanned again, turning towards him slightly so he could clearly see the look of absolute disgust on your face. "Babe, you'd be missing ou-" "She said she's not interested, mate. _____, let's go," someone interrupted from behind you. You turned your head, and there stood Yoongi, hands stuff into his pockets, and a glare on his face that could turn anybody to stone. "Back off, buddy. We're talking here," the guy started, but you just hopped off the bar stool, standing on his foot on the way out as Yoongi followed you. The car ride was quiet as Yoongi drove through the city, the radio just dull background noise to the both of you. You let the streetlights pass you by one by one, until you realised you were heading in completely the wrong direction to get to your apartment. "Wait, are we going to yours?" you asked, confused. "Yep," he replied, bluntly. "Why?" "Because that dude was an ass and we're gonna watch a movie." What was he so pissed about? I'm sorry if you're pissed... I just didn't know who to text, I thought you might be okay to pick me up..." you mumbled quietly. "It's fine," he replied, never once looking at you, focussed on the road ahead. You didn't say anything else, worried you'd piss him off further. But why was he so pissed? It didn't make sense. He came, didn't he? So he wasn't that mad... And pretty quickly too, you'd barely text him when he arrived, and- "How did you get there so quick?" you asked, suddenly so confused. Yoongi's hardened expression faded, and suddenly, he seemed... embarrassed? "I, uh... was just, in the neighbourhood..." he lied, so obviously too. "Yoongi..." "Okay fine. I knew she'd flake. I was in the parking lot," he admitted. "For how long?"

"...30 minutes." You stared at him for a moment. He'd been sat waiting for you... "Th-thank you?" Yoongi side eyed you and nodded a 'you're welcome' in your direction, suddenly shy now. He'd sat there, for 30 minutes, waiting for you... Because he just knew she wouldn't turn up. And he knew that you'd text him to help you, and no one else... "We need better friends," he muttered with a scoff. For a moment it was quiet again, as he turned to look back at you. When your eyes met, you couldn't help it; the pair of you burst into laughter. "Whatever, pizza and a movie at mine - on me," he smiled shyly, looking back at the road. "Mhm. Sounds perfect," you smiled to yourself. He knew you'd need him. And he was there. Your heart fluttered a little at that, and in fact, you often found yourself thinking... If only more guys were like Yoongi. Maybe it was just starting to dawn on you; you didn't need more guys like Yoongi. You had Yoongi. ~~~~~~~~~~~

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these-are-the-first-steps · 3 years ago

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*Claps hands* OK, LET'S TALK about the Obi-wan show...

This show is a mixed bag in every sense of the word, all the way down to acting, script, presentation, etc. So let's get as briefly as possible into it:

(MASSIVE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT-- good things talked about at the end. Proceed with caution!!!)

Acting: This is probably the strangest bit of the whole show- either you have people absolutely killing it like Ewan McGregor (obligatory), Indira Varma (standout for such a brief time on screen as our regretful Imperial officer), and Baby Leia herself Vivien Blair, or you're stuck with really, and I mean really, stiff performances like whatever's going on with all those inquisitor actors. Then there's folks like Kumail Nanjiani who does a great and admirable job as Haja trying his best to throw a little bit of light comic relief into an extremely dark story. It's truly a bizarre, full-spectrum of acting abilities both good, bad, and in the middle. And the episodes are only about 30 min long so the whiplash from talent to talent really hits you like a mack truck. It's really, really weird. Was this cast in a hurry? I don't know what to make of it. "Bizarre" really is the best word for it.

Script: 30 minute show, but there's this remarkable "hurry up and wait" aspect to every episode. Either things are happening break-neck or we're spending 50 fucking years in a chase scene. I was actively fast-forwarding through a lot of those moments of just....people aimlessly running around very fast or slinking around very slowly....and missed absolutely nothing. And yet there's this feeling, this press, that somehow they *still* didn't "have enough time" to do everything they wanted in an episode? God forbid you cut down one of those chase scenes, though- the whole show might collapse! /sarcasm

The lines are also interesting, and I believe there's a strong correlation between their quality and the actor saying them as goes with a lot of the nature of star wars- but not always. One of the final lines of ep. 3 of "Now we'll never catch him!!" was so fucking random and cliche- not to mention wrong!! (y'all have been chasing his ass across planets for three episodes- what do you mean one more jump makes it suddenly impossible now? What?? xDD), that I actually laughed out loud when I heard it. Absolutely terrible. But then on the other side you have great performances out of Ewan, and the guy playing Uncle Owen, etc. where the cliche star wars angst comes out beautifully cooked. There seems to be a strong vibe of actors who get what they're doing here in Star Wars, and actors who are absolutely lost for how to be in this world, especially out of the villains. Even now I'm sitting here trying to figure out what's going on....maybe the writer/s just can't do bad guys?? Which is a shame because Star Wars badguys are always some of the best. Well, not in this show! It's a mess!

Presentation: This is not a show for the casual TV viewer. This isn't even a show for someone who's watched all nine movies and maybe some of the side movies. If you were a casual viewer, or even a casual star wars fan, you would hate the shit out of this- for all of the reasons mentioned above, it runs so hot cold, and quality whips back and forth so hard....if you came into this looking for a Highly Polished, Quality TV Show, you will throw your remote away in disgust. BUT!! Are you one of those dumb fuckin weirdos like me who lives for more lore crumbs and reaches for them with greedy little raccoon hands no matter how ridiculous the script and bad some of the performances are? Are you someone who knew, the second the first episode started, that you were watching the execution of Order 66 before they even said anything? And other shit like that? Then this show, quite literally, is made for you. There is so much going on, so many small details, that if you weren't one of us who has spent literal hours writing meta about stupid fucking star wars over the past few years, it would all go over your head, and possibly even confuse you, further ruining your enjoyment of this show. This is a show made for the nerds who read way too much into things. And that is why the bits of bad script and moments of shit acting don't matter. Because we, the nerd fans, aren't in it for that, not really. All we need is Obi-wan to be legit, for Anakin to be as close to legit as possible (and he definitely is that), and for Baby Leia to be lovable and we're golden- so long as you stuff us full of lore, niche references, and more pieces of the giant main-story star wars puzzle. That's yet another reason why casual viewers will not like this show. It's quite clearly not meant for you.

The Good Things: Jamesssss Earl Jones, boys and girls!!! I was screaming! No one can handle a stilted star wars script and make it sound good like that man, and we needed him on this show so I'm glad he's here. Hayden also being the one under the armor is a nice touch, too, although it's hard for him to really shine under there- he's an emotive actor (which happily we get to see a sliver of in the field) and doesn't really have the physicality, I don't think, of Adam Driver, to pierce through the costume, plus it's a bulkier getup so he's already on hard mode and going to have a tougher time. While you could argue that there's already a precedent for Vader's body language, that's far, far into the future meaning he could really go to town now if he wanted. But eh, like I said. If anything it's a nitpick- no harm no foul. I think everybody's just happy it's Hayden and JEJ driving this character, as they should.

The sets are really cool on this show- you can see that's where the budget went. It's the only thing that's really made me go wow. These are feature-grade sets and it shows. Was it wasted on a 30min per ep 6 ep series? Ehhhhh.....depends on how recyclable all the pieces they made are. We'll never know. The sets are probably the only thing maintaining consistent quality on this show lol.

Obi-wan and Baby Leia are brilliant together and I'm loving all of it.

I AM LIVING FOR THE ORGANAS!! THE ORIGINAL ACTORS ARE BACK AND I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH BAIL ORGANA IS THE GOAT AND BREHA IS ALSO THE OG ACTRESS AND SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN SO PRETTY I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT HER WHEN SHE'S ON SCREENNNNNNNN. Anyway I love them, perfect, excellence incarnate.

A lot of the featured background are better actors than some of the billed actors and that is LOL.

The Vader-Obiwan chase and fight at the end of ep 3 is, quite honestly, how I envisioned the chase between Kylo and Rey to go down in what I anticipated Episode VIII to be. I was watching it like "Yes!! They feel each other around in the Force like a punch in the heart!! This is so personal!! It's incredible love/connection gone twisted from anguish and tragedy!! Look at the desperation!!" Those are exactly the themes that should have played out between Kylo and Rey in Ep8 in a tone exactly as dark, menacing, and exquisitely painful/horrifying as that. That was the correct pitch!!! Although we never got to have that, it was nice to see it happen in SW at least SOMEWHERE, so that was a little cathartic. Part of me really felt like "Ah, the writer of this episode/scene understood what Ep8 was supposed to be and it's been translated here instead" haha. Ah well. It's just more fodder for all of us to gnaw on and use elsewhere.

I really really really really like how dark this show is. We hit the ground running starting scene 1 with the infanticide of Order 66, the intermezzo is a jedi teenager strung up over the gate of the town, a storm trooper gets sliced clean in half and the camera actually lingers on it (I laughed pretty hard, it was so extra I loved it), and then we have the emotional heart-stabbing between Anakin and Obi-wan that keeps hitting both of them over and over until Obi-wan is dragged, literally, through the embers himself. YES!! Gimme that dark shit!! Make it darker!! (but with good actors!) The ST should have had this tone!!! And I think the writer/s know this- this may all be their way of subtly righting that wrong how they can and I tip my non-existent hat at that. Thanks guys- we absolutely need more of this. And Ewan is the perfect person for all of this to play through and for Obi-wan to witness. And Obi-wan is the witness here- all he can do is stand back and watch, and that's what makes it even more brutal.

So! Do I recommend this show? That depends:

Are you a star wars meta writer? Yes, watch this show.

Are you a star wars fanfic writer? Yes, absolutely watch this show.

Are you obsessed with the lore and want all the pieces of the puzzle you can get? Yes, yes, watch this show!!

Are you someone who's watched all 9 sw films and thought they were pretty good and hey maybe you'll give this obi-wan show a shot? No, this show is not for you. The quality isn't good enough for that, and the information presented in it is so niche that what little of it is good will be lost on you because you haven't read the laundry list of books out there that would have filled in a lot of the gaps for you. This is not a show with explanation- this is a show that immediately drops you in a moment in time and expects you to already know how to swim.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on eps 1-3. I feel like at this point we know the sort of quality and experience we're getting here. See you at the end in about three weeks!

#star wars #obi-wan kenobi #eps 1-3 review

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wynniewright · 4 years ago

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Secret Santa (Drabble)

→ This piece is a part of the Secret Santa event hosted by @bwcsecretsanta and was created for @n8dlesoupguk

→ Rating: PG-13

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

→ WC: 2.4k

→ Genre: secret santa au

→ Summary: When you pick Yoongi’s name for the dreaded secret santa event at work, things didn’t go exactly as you expected them to.

→ Warnings: much fluff, some mild vulgar language (I tried very hard not to use the f word)

AN: Okay, it’s 4am and I don’t have the mental capacity to do tags and the proper set-up into the story so I did the absolute bare minimum until I’m awake and actually able to process what the hell is going on. AS MENTIONED ABOVE, it’s a secret santa piece for my dear @n8dlesoupguk. I’m sorry this piece took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it, even if it is a little on the drabble side. Thank you for letting me be your secret santa and I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.~ <3

PS: Sorry I forced you to wait until the last possible moment and thank you for your patience love!

It’s official. You were officially the worst secret santa in the history of secret santas and honestly, even that was giving yourself too much credit. You could barely call yourself a secret santa. The qualifications were somewhat loose, being that all you had to do was fill in a gift card for your own secret santa to receive while you received one from a co-worker.

If you were honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have even signed up if you didn’t think your manager, Seokjin, wasn’t looking over your shoulder. Sure, he said it was optional, but you were looking forward to a promotion to serving role so that you didn’t have to bus tables anymore. If getting on Jin’s good side meant you had to participate in some cheesy holiday event for work then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You couldn’t even blame your poor time management skills on your strict manager, since he specifically told every staff member the rules:

Gifts cannot go oer the $30 budget

Gifts must be ready for the exchange on the morning of the 24th

That was easy enough, right? Whoever’s name you pulled, you could’ve gotten away with buying them a candle or maybe some fuzzy socks and a sheet mask. It was supposed to be easy. But instead of ease, panic set in the moment you opened your locker and realized whose secret santa you were.

Min Yoongi.

Out of the twenty-something other employees at the restaurant, you managed to pick THE Min Yoongi. How? You wished you knew.

Pulling his name from the hat wasn’t horrible because it was him, in fact, if you actually cared about the work festivities, you would’ve jumped for joy and screeched into your pillow the moment you got home. But you didn’t care about the exchange and had no plans to put any thought into a personalized gift for the recipient. Hell, by the time you actually bothered to take a peek at the name was nearly 72 hours before the exchange. That’s exactly why you were at the mall before your shift, less than 24 hours until the gift exchange in front of the other staff, in search for a suitable gift for the cute boy.

No pressure, right?

You tossed out your idea of fuzzy socks and body care products and immediately headed to the mom-and-pop candle store in search of fall-scented candles. There should’ve been more space for additional details because, c’mon, how many fall candles existed? Since it was the day before Christmas Eve, you expected to have plenty of options with fall scents - but not as many as there were.

It was understatement to say that there were plenty of options when the entire store was just one massive cloud of the perfect holiday fragrances, cinnamon and apple wafting right out the doors and flooding your nostrils before you even stepped into the place.

It took a whole hour for you to test all of the scents, a bulk of the time wasted on debating whether or not Yoongi was the Christmas cookie type, or if he’d like Apple Pumpkin or even Holiday Hearth, whatever that was. After the first 10 minutes of sniffing, all the candles started to blend together and smell the same as the one before it, leaving you defeated.

Shortly after leaving, there was a brief moment where you thought about checking out another store for some candles, but considering your nose was fried with all those powerful scents, you didn’t think you could sniff another freaking candle without losing your sense of smell. Perhaps the beanie on his list would’ve been an easier find.

Boy, were you wrong.

After shopping at three different department stores, you came to the conclusion that trying to find a beanie during the peak of the winter season was an even worse idea than the candles. You knew better than to waste time looking for one of the most popular items for the season so you weren’t sure why it was a shock to you when you couldn’t get your hands on one. The last item on his wishlist was sour watermelon gummies and although those sounded like a decent idea for a multi-item gift, there was no way you would give him a $30 bag of candy.

With slumped shoulders and a pout, you decided to head into Guitar Center with less than a half an hour until the start of your shift. You didn’t know what to look for, only that you needed to find something budget-friendly that Yoongi would definitely take a liking to. The only possible solution was to give him a sad $30 gift card and call it a day, huffing your way across the mall to where the restaurant was located on the other side.

Technically, a gift card to Guitar Center was the perfect gift for Yoongi. There was a level of passion in which Yoongi spoke about his instruments, talking about music as if it were alive. That’s exactly why you couldn’t screw up the gift by getting him a gift card, right? Even if it was $30, that money could’ve gone towards something he wanted to buy in the future and even if it wasn’t much, you were sure he would still love it.

With a little newfound confidence, you strode through the open doorway and greeted your longtime friend, Jeongguk who stood behind the host desk, scribbling onto something you couldn’t see.

“Hey, Gukie,” you offered a friendly wave, catching his friendly grin and returning it with one of your own.

“Y/N! I can’t believe you came in today,” he said, maneuvering his way around the desk to wrap his arms tightly around your shoulders. “Did you manage to find something good?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help the sigh that pressed through your lips.

You grumbled, “I got him a gift card?”

His almond eyes rounded out, widening as if you had another head sprouting from your shoulder. “You totally forgot rule three.”

“Rule three?”

You thought back to Jin giving everyone a mini lecture on what was allowed to be given as a gift, running through rules one and two but ultimately coming to a blank.

Jeongguk brushed his lean fingers through his perfectly styled hair, causing some strands to fall in his face before he ruffled the locks in the back. “Rule number three, no gift cards or restaurant merch.” He deadpanned.

The moment those words left his lips, your mind flashed back to your manager saying those exact words and nearly lost your shit right as Yoongi and one of his best pals, Hoseok, strolled on in.

“Are you fu-”

“-oh, hey, Y/N.” Yoongi flashed his signature gummy smile, reserved but enough to break some hearts as they stopped right by the two of you.

Your heart sank with the realization that you somehow managed to become an even worse secret santa than you managed before, which honestly would be an achievement for you if it wasn’t for the fact that Min-freaking-Yoongi was going to the one disappointed in you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you gave a half-hearted wave, trying your best to put on a smile while knowing full-well that it was flat and obviously painful. He passed by after a quick “it’s nice to see you again” and headed to the lockers in the back.

Jeongguk watched the interaction and kept looking between the two of you as Yoongi walked further away, letting out a short whistle with a shake of his head.

“You, my friend, are absolutely screwed.”

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You didn’t know exactly what you were thinking. A gift card? A freaking gift card? Seriously, how lame is that? People probably wrote poems about their recipient, shopped tirelessly for their favorite things until they were sure they were going to give the best gift a secret santa could give and there you were with a tiny, half-assed gift card that didn’t amount to anything nearly important enough and hoping that would suffice.

You were disappointed in yourself. Sure, maybe time slipped by a bit too fast and left you with the last possible moment. Perhaps you could have blamed the sudden incline in hours after an excellent food critique brought an even larger crowd, telling him that’s why you didn’t have time to get something - anything - better. But that was just it. You couldn’t tell Yoongi that you didn’t care enough to buy a gift for anyone until you realized it was him. No way.

Feeling badly about the decision to get him a gift card, you managed to find a pair of fuzzy black socks - even though the color he put for his favorite was green but you knew that a majority of his closet was black - and a small, autumn-scented candle that anyone would enjoy with it’s subtle flair. You stuck those in the bag with the gift card, ultimately choosing to give both gifts despite them collectively doubling the budget.

To say that nerves were getting to you wasn’t even the half of it. Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as each person around the circle was called to stand up and find the receiver of their gifts to hand them their early Christmas presents. The closer it got to you, the worse the bounding became, practically jumping up and down with every pull of your leg until you smacked it against your neighbor when they returned to their seat after their exchange.

“Alright, next is Y/N,” Seokjin clapped happily. You wished his positivity would’ve rubbed off on you and given you the strength to look Yoongi in the eye and hand him the monstrosity of a gift that you gave him.

You pushed yourself up from the chair and and walked over to the other side, knees wobbling and hands growing slick as you neared Yoongi’s seat. With a deep breath, you extended the small bag his way and immediately ducked your head down when he took it, flying back to your seat on the opposite side and avoiding his gaze.

It felt like hours going through everyone’s secret santa gift and you were too happy when Seokjin didn’t require us to open our presents in front of everyone. Presents were personal, right? Nobody wants to be exposed like that.

You would’ve dipped on out of there as soon as the gift exchange ended but the nagging guilt forced you to make your way over to where Yoongi and Jeongguk were casually chatting. When you reached them, they both looked up at you with each of their own expressions: Yoongi’s eyes were dark yet curious as to what you wanted whereas Jeongguk knew exactly what was about to go down.

“I’m actually going to catch Syd before she leaves. I’ll be right back,” he excused himself and made his exit, turning around the moment he was behind Yoongi to give you a supportive thumbs up.

“Ah, right. I wanted to thank you for your gift, by the way. I really like the candle and I’m kinda digging the fuzzy socks so thanks.” Yoongi flicked his head to the side, pushing his dark hair out of his face as he smiled that heart-melting smile.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” You nibbled on your lip.

How were you supposed to go about this? Was it something you had to sort of dance around and hope he’d understand or something you have to tell straight up? While neither answer seemed desirable, there was nothing more terrifying than the thought of having to say, “I bought you what I was going to buy for anyone else that was my secret santa”.

“The gifts?” Yoongi raised a brow, no doubt confused with the way you were taking things.

“Yeah,” you puffed out. “Is there any way I could give you something else? I was the worst and I waited to go shopping and the things on your list weren’t available no matter where I looked. I would say I tried but I don’t even feel like I did… I’m so sorry for being so stupid, I can’t believe I actually got you th-”.

“-I don’t want anything else, though. I already have more than enough.” He stuck his lip out, his cheeks puffing out as if he were a child being rejected for some sweets.

“I don’t think you understand. I really messed this up and I’m so embarrassed,” you pushed further, lowering your head into your hands with a groan.

Yoongi was silent, thoughtfully watching you have a meltdown in your seat as he contemplated his next response. “And if I said there was something?” He asked.

“It’s yours.”

In a blink of an eye, Yoongi closed the space between the two of you, lips crashing into yours in a gentle yet exploratory kiss. Fireworks shot off somewhere in the back of your mind as you shut your eyes and grazed his cheek with your thumb. The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to, but it took your breath away regardless. The last of him still lingered on your lips as you opened your eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as you took in the situation.

Min Yoongi just kissed you.

THE Min Yoongi just kissed YOU.

“What was that for?” you murmured under your breath, almost as if you wanted an answer but didn’t even want him to hear the question.

He hummed, a playful glint in his eye as he gave a shrug. “You said I could have something I wanted in return. That’s what I wanted.”

His words warmed your heart and turned you into a giggling mess, leaving you hiding behind your purse with nothing but your eyes peeking over the top.

“You’re serious? You’re not serious, no way.” You spoke half to yourself and half to him, still processing the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“I’m serious. In fact, if you want to go even further to make it up to me, let me take you to dinner next Friday.” He stuck out a hand between your two bodies, the offer laying right there in front of you while you still couldn’t believe what was happening.

You gripped his hand as quickly as possible and bounced in your seat, beaming with excitement as he matched your enthusiasm. “Yes! I mean,” you coughed. “Absolutely, yes. I’d love to.” You grinned.

Little did you know that being the worst secret santa in history would lead you to give Min Yoongi exactly what he wished for: you.

#bwcssy2 #@btsbookclub #bangtanhq #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #bangtanuniversity #bts drabble #fluff #yoongi fluff #secret santa au

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princeprince81 · 4 years ago

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Adventure#50: UEFA Euro 2020 Night

With the Covid-19 situation, we are not able to enjoy our favourite activity, which is to watch the matches live outside, soak in the atmosphere and enjoy our drinks. Nowadays can only do it at home.

Last Friday after work, we had dinner and beer at Gyu Kaku, Waterway Point. Joey was in her tight black one piece dress that makes her cup D boobs stands out and big round ass stands up even more, and a pair of small red thongs.

"After eat, can go back and watch the matches tonight. Got Switzerland vs Spain and Belgium vs Italy." I told Joey.

"Yeah. If not so boring." Joey replied excitedly.

Throughout the dinner, we chatted about the usual topics over food and 4 jugs of beer; Work, gossips, teasings of Joey's colleagues. During dinner, Joey was also getting her ocassional glances from uncles or guys from other tables, all hoping to catch a glimpse of her red thongs.

We reached home at around 10.45pm, changed out of our office wear and into casual home clothes. Joey removed her bra and thongs and changed into a tight blue jersey and short fbt shorts, showing her 2 erected nipples clearly, with her big round butt cheeks peeking out of the shorts. (Pardon us for not showering immediately as we are quite bloated from the food and drinks)

We were sitting down at the sofa, channel surfing while waiting for the match to start. It's probably due to the food and drinks plus long day of work, we actually dozed off on the sofa. The next moment I woke up, it's already 30 mins into the Switzerland Spain match. I turned around and saw Joey still sleeping with her legs bent and wide open. I can see her pussy clearly from the side of the loose inner lining.

"Match starts already. Time to wake up." I put in fingers through the lining to stroke her pussy and to wake Joey up. It didn't take long for her body to react and pussy to get wet.

"Hmm.. Why.... Ahh. What you.. Ahh doing. Hmmm don't want la.. Tired.. Ah.. Dirty la.. Never shower.." Joey woke up lazily, sat up and push my hand away.

"Finally you are awake. No ma. Just wanna wake u up for the match. Nice smell ma. " I replied as I showed her my wet fingers and take a sniff. Very strong smell, especially after a long hot day and night.

Match was rather entertaining and went all the way to extra time and penalties, with Spain the eventual lucky winners.

"Wah 1st quarter finals match and so exciting liao. Later big match leh. Let's go get some snacks from 24 hrs Sheng Siong." I ask Joey.

"Huh, now meh. Almost 3am liao leh. Match gonna start." Joey replied. "Still need change again."

"Can la. Change what? Wear like that ok what. Let's go now. Fast fast. Now no crowd one." I stood up, opened the door and rushed Joey.

"Huh, no bra and panties leh." Joey said.

"Aiyo, faster la. No one at this hour one la. Some more so dark. Who see." I wore my slippers and rushed Joey again.

Finally she stood out and came out reluctantly. While she is sulking in the lift, I gave her right erected nipple a pinch while smacking her butt. "Piak!!"

"Wow. That was loud. Haha. Nice nipple too." I teased Joey.

"Tsk. See la. Told you already, still ask me don't need change." Joey grumbled.

"How I know your nipples so big and erected ah. Okok we faster buy and come back. Match starting liao. No point go back up again." I told her.

We fast walked to the Sheng Siong and went straight to the snacks section. Seems like there are a few groups of uncles who also had the same idea as us. Can hear from their drunk accent while they are choosing the snacks and discussing about the earlier match.

We stood behind a group of 3 uncles in their 60s to wait for our turn. 1 of them is squatting down to choose from the bottom section while the other 2 are looking at the top section.

While waiting for our turn, I slid my hand slowly down to her ass and caress her butt cheeks lightly. Joey seems bit irritated from the waiting. Then without warning, I slid my fingers from underneath Joey's FBT shorts, through the lining and ran my fingers quickly up and down her wet pussy. That definitely startled her and she pushed my hand back and took a step forward. The sudden movement caught the attention of the group.

"Oei. Kin la. Choose faster la. Here aircon very cold one leh." one of the uncle that is standing commented with a smile. He must have saw Joey's erected nipples.

By then Joey is a bit pissed and she went forward, in between the group impatiently to get the snacks without waiting for them.

She tiptoed and stretched up to the top section to get a bag. This movement made the jersey pushed against her nipples even more, making the boobs shape more obvious. Her FBT shorts also rode higher, exposing her butt to the uncle that is squatting next to her. He definitely can see and smell her pussy as her lining were loose and he was so close, with his mask not covering his nose.

Next Joey squatted down quickly to get a bag of nuts from the bottom shelf. It was the last few bags, hence she has to squat a bit wider and stretch out all the way in. From my angle, it seems like the uncle squatting next to her was fingering her while she is squatting down and sucking the other 2 uncles.

"Let's go." Joey stood up and went to the cashier. All these happened and is over in less than a minute.

As I was walking past the group, I heard the uncle who is squatting mentioned words like "没有穿，奶好大，chee bye smell，屁股很大，看到chee bye, etc"

We paid up and walked by quickly to catch the match, with Joey making noise complaining about the drunk uncles, smelly from their alcohol la, old cocks smell la, hope they lose their bets etc.

By the time we reached home, we were bit hot and sweaty again and it's about 10 mins into the game.

Luckily the match is rather exciting and we forgotten about the incident after a while. Soon it's already half time break.

"Wah, so hot and sweaty from just now. You la. Go buy what snacks." Joey started to grumble again in her semi lying down position, legs opened and facing me.

With one swift action, I bend over, pulled her FBT lining aside and started licking her pussy. "Hmm, no sweaty la. Uncle like it. Come, uncle clean for you already. 好骚的味道，忍很久了啊。" I told her as I began eating her pussy, in the living room with the curtains opened.

"No.... Don't.. Ahh... Not.. There.. Ah.... Dirty.... Uncle... Ahh. Haven't wash.. Ahhhh ahh. Hmmm. Today.. Ahhh. Work.... And sweat.. Havent bathe.. Ahhhh ahh. Smelly.." Joey gets turned on and started to plead.

"Uncle like your smelly chee bye. No need wash." I continued licking profusely as I lifted up her jersey to tuned her nipples. "他妈的，奶头这么大，这么硬。Very horny right. So wet already, 流出来了。你要吃uncle的吗？" I stood up next to her, remove my shorts and underwear as I inserted 2 fingers into her dripping pussy.

"Ahhh. Ahhh.... Yes... 要。." Joey pushed her mouth towards my unwashed cock as her moans get louder. "Ahh.. Hmmm ahh.. Taste.. Is.. Ah.. Strong.. Ahhh"

After few minutes of sucking and almost cumming, I stopped her. I pulled down her shorts and fucked her hard in missionary position with her legs wide opened. "You are fucking wet. You smelly and horny chee bye. Sibei shiok." I pumped hard.

All Joey can do now is moan with her eyes half opened, enjoying the fucking. We managed to cum together, as I shoot into her pussy, just in time for second half.

We took some tissue to clean ourselves up and continue watching the second half. We ended up dozing off on the sofa after watching the last goal.

We only managed to wash up the very next day late morning. By then the living room does have some light sex smell. Kinky yet sexy smell.

Now we wonder which team will win the UEFA Euro 2020.

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queenangst · 5 years ago

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I can't remember if you've done something like this before, but.... Prompt: a heart to heart between Midoriya and Shinsou where they discuss their pasts. Or something along those lines. I just wanna see our purple and green boys interact.

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

defense [read on AO3]

If Hitoshi had to pick a word to describe Midoriya, it would probably be: weird.

He was sure Midoriya’s classmates had other answers. More normal answers, like strong or brave or some noble heroic description. Maybe friend, in some of their cases—though Hitoshi wasn’t sure they were friends yet. He didn’t think he was ready for that.

But weird covered Midoriya well enough.

Weird and unexpected. When Midoriya had kindly kicked Hitoshi’s ass at the Sports Festival, some kind of switch had flipped in his mind. Something Midoriya had said, something between heroes and villains—he was, Hitoshi had to grudgingly admit, right.

Weird was also a good word for why Midoriya was waiting for Hitoshi after class ended. While the rest of Hitoshi’s classmates filed out, laughing and talking to each other, Hitoshi lagged behind, slowly putting his things in his bag and getting ready to head home. It was no different from any other day, except when he stepped out the classroom door Midoriya was in the hallway twisting his hands nervously and watching.

“Shinsou!” he said when he spotted Hitoshi. “I was waiting for you.”

Hitoshi looked around, as if there were any other student who shared the same last name (there wasn’t) that Midoriya might have been waiting for. No one waited for Hitoshi—or at least not since middle school, when the only people waiting for him had been bullies. Even then those had been a scant few times, after Hitoshi had forced them to leave and they hadn’t dared to come back to pick on him again. Most people left him alone after that revelation.

Didn’t stop the whispers. Villain’s Quirk. Yeah. Hitoshi knew, and he heard.

“Uh,” Hitoshi said eloquently, “waiting… for me.”

Midoriya frowned, like he didn’t understand why Hitoshi didn’t understand. “Um, yeah. If that’s… okay?”

And… now it was awkward.

“Fine,” Hitoshi said gruffly. “Why- why are you waiting for me, anyway? We’re not—”

Friends, he didn’t say, but he didn’t want to hurt Midoriya’s feelings just in case. So he cut himself off.

“Well, we studied together a few times, right? And- and you came with me and the others when we went to get sodas last time didn’t you? I thought we could, um, hang out.”

“Hang out,” Hitoshi said, voice flat.

He didn’t hang out with people. Midoriya didn’t seem to get that—or maybe he did, and just ignored it. No, that sounded right.

“Actually,” Midoriya started, and smiled. That crooked smile was a little guilty, and Hitoshi felt suspicion stir in his stomach. “I wanted to ask if you would, um… well. I wanted to ask if you wanted to spar together!”

Hitoshi stopped walking. He looked down; he hadn’t even realized he’d been moving, but he’d kept up with Midoriya down the hall.

“Spar?”

As soon as he asked he regretted it. Now Hitoshi sounded like an idiot in front of one of the few people who didn’t seem to be scared of him. It was like everything Midoriya had said, Hitoshi had only parroted back. To his own credit, though, everything Midoriya had said was… weird. And confusing.

“I heard you wanted to try transferring to the hero course,” Midoriya said, “and I thought… I mean, of course, it’s up to you! I mean I’m sure there are plenty of other people you could practice with, sparring, I mean, and maybe you don’t really want to—”

Hitoshi held up a hand. His head was spinning enough without Midoriya’s mouth going off like a rocket. He needed a second to process it, and turned to face the wall so he had something to stare at that wasn’t Midoriya’s face.

“Shinsou…”

“I’m just,” Hitoshi said, “thinking. For a second.”

He hadn’t expected the offer at all. Sure, he’d joined Midoriya’s study sessions once or twice, and he had gone with Midoriya and his friends one time, just because he hadn’t had anything better to do. But sparring was a different thing.

“Who told you I was going to try to transfer in?” he asked, turning back to Midoriya.

Midoriya shrugged. “I heard it from someone.”

Great. He hadn’t exactly made that decision public , but it’d been something Hitoshi had considered after the Sports Festival. He could be a hero. He could, at the very least, try.

But he hadn’t said much about it beyond a few classmates and his teachers, because he wasn’t sure how people would react. Some kid with a villain’s Quirk transferring in the middle of the year? To Heroics? Though Midoriya had proven Hitoshi’s expectations wrong, he knew some of the types of hero kids—they’d probably laugh at him.

Hitoshi locked eyes with Midoriya. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why… spar with me?”

Midoriya shrugged. “It’s good practice,” he said, “and I don’t mean to insinuate you’re weak or anything, because you totally aren’t, but I thought that maybe you might want to fight with someone. To help prepare. My classmates—well, they all got into Class 1-A for a reason, right?”

And that was true, Hitoshi supposed. Maybe. All of Class 1-A’s Quirks… what did it matter if they could throw a punch or not, if they could blow an entire building with just their Quirks?

But Hitoshi had nothing to lose. And he was kind of looking for an excuse to procrastinate studying for maths, so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt.

“Yeah, okay,” he conceded, and Midoriya smiled so brightly Hitoshi considered turning around and leaving on the spot.

It turned out that sparring did hurt.

Because Midoriya wiped the floor with him.

It was, well, really, really embarrassing. Okay; really, really, really embarrassing. Hitoshi thought he knew how to fight—he’d gotten into his fair share of fights back in middle school, and he’d done some training before coming to U.A. And U.A. taught them defensive and offensive fighting anyway, without the use of their Quirks, but Midoriya still kicked Hitoshi’s ass.

Also, Aizawa-sensei—oh, God, Eraserhead —was watching. Well, he was squinting from his corner in the training room, curled up in his sleeping bag with a few papers he was grading. He’d look up every now and then to make sure they weren’t annihilating each other, which Midoriya arguably was.

“You need to move faster,” Midoriya said, jabbing two quick punches in the space next to Hitoshi’s head. “Think about your feet. Keep moving. Footwork’s important.”

“You say that,” Hitoshi grumbled, and ducked under another barrage of blows. He brought his hands up, but Midoriya darted impossibly fast, aiming under Hitoshi’s defense.

Hitoshi brought his arms to block, and then Midoriya went left and hit his side.

It was just impossible to keep up. Midoriya’s sharp eyes caught any weakness and then promptly exploited it.

Hitoshi tried to get a hit in, but Midoriya dodged then retaliated. It didn’t take long for Hitoshi to end up on the floor, staring dazedly at the ceiling and wondering how he’d ended up here.

“I shouldn’t have said yes,” he groaned, rolling over to look at Midoriya, who was crouching next to him. “Why’d I say yes?”

“You’re not bad, Shinsou.”

“I blinked once, and I was on the floor, Midoriya.”

Midoriya cocked his head, analyzing.

“Let’s break,” he said after a moment, “just for a minute or two. Then we can get back to it.”

Hitoshi gritted his teeth. Sparring with Midoriya under the semi-watchful eye of Aizawa-sensei… it was making him think now, too. He’d known, of course, that getting into Heroics was far from easy. But now he knew he had a lot to catch up on.

“We should do this more often,” he said, as Midoriya wandered back with a pair of water bottles. Hitoshi took one when it was offered.

“Re- really?”

Hitoshi nodded. “I—” And it was hard to admit when you were weak, but Hitoshi had to. “You’re right. I have a lot to work on.”

Midoriya looked away, out at the training room.

“You know,” he said, “we’re kind of… similar. I think.”

“Yeah?”

Midoriya’s mouth was caught in a frown. His eyes were somber as he looked back at Hitoshi.

“You remind me of myself,” he said, “you stay on the defense a lot when you’re fighting, Shinsou. You need to be less scared of… well, yourself. And your capabilities.”

“On the—” Hitoshi gaped. “You call that being on the defense?”

Midoriya’s mouth quirked upward. “That’s not— I mean, that’s what I was like, for a while. But I learned.”

“You’re… fast. And you hit really hard.”

“Yeah.” Midoriya paused. He looked over at Aizawa-sensei. “Um… listen, Shinsou. I don’t— did you know I was a late bloomer?”

“A what?”

“A late bloomer,” Midoriya admitted, “like my Quirk, I didn’t really get it until right before entering U.A. So for a long time I was Quirkless, and… and people picked on me for it.”

Hitoshi’s thoughts quieted.

“I just mean, you reminded me of that. But I’m here.” Midoriya’s eyes sharpened. “I’m here, and I made it, and I feel like I have to fight every day to prove myself and to keep my spot. I don’t want to make any assumptions about you, and your Quirk, but…”

Hitoshi worked his jaw. “You were bullied, too?”

Midoriya’s lips flattened. “You could… call it that,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “I just, well, I just wanted to say that I… um, I get it. You know? You’re not alone. I’m kind of just like you, I think.”

“I’m— sorry.”

He’d made a lot of assumptions. It was easy to make assumptions about hero-types. And it was easy to make assumptions about Midoriya.

“I never thought I could be a hero,” he admitted.

Midoriya’s smile was sad. “I wanted to, so badly. And everyone told me I couldn’t.”

Villain. “Yeah.”

“Well,” Midoriya started, “I just wanted to say that I, um, recently I’ve started thinking that I deserve to be here. Because I worked for it. And when I look at you I think you deserve a chance, too. That’s why I asked.”

Hitoshi swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“No one’s— told me that,” he croaked.

Midoriya looked down.

“I wish someone had,” he said, so quiet Hitoshi almost didn’t hear. Then Midoriya got up. “Come on. You want to try again?”

Hitoshi mulled the thought over in his mind. A chance, even for him. Midoriya held out his hand.

“Yeah,” Hitoshi said, and took it.

#asks #30 min fics #shinsou #izuku #bnha #bnha fanfic #my fanfic #im back!!!#anonymous

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xcactusarto · 4 years ago

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Heaven Help Me

an Aoyama Yuga x Iida Tenya university au fic

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33615358

Summary:

What would happen if you found out the person that ordered art prints from you is the guy you’ve been interested in and lives 2 dorms away from you?

Poor Aoyama is denying his feelings from all the times boys broke his little heart, but this guy seems different and became even more special after Aoyama finds out this dude is a big fan of his art! Will he deliver the art prints himself or just leave the package at his door?

Part 1 / ?

Chapter 2 -

Aoyama was anxious to spill the tea on what had just happened to Bakugou once he could go back to his dorm. Even if he was excited to spill the beans, his stomach was not in good shape. He knew this feeling all too well.

He wanted it gone.

Aoyama arrived 5 minutes late after having to change routes and hiding between the bushes next to the art building to throw up dramatically. Thankfully his teacher was late so he could calm down and sit down. Aoyama felt seasick despite only having butterflies. Throw up could happen or the shits. ‘Not in this outfit’ Aoyama thought as he gripped his phone. The class only lasts 30 mins. Since his teacher was late probably less. Maybe he could text Bakugou about how sick he felt maybe they could walk together to the dorms.

Baku dear! My stomach is being very bitchy ~(>_<~) could you pick me up???

5 mins passed and Bakugou didn’t answer. Nor did the teacher show up yet. Aoyama looked around and his classmates looked confused as well. Aoyama looks a little to his right and whispers to his classmate.

“Dear, uh do you know if we had class today?”, his classmate looked at him and whispered back.

“Gurlie I’m not gonna lie, this is the first time in the semester I have come to class”, The classmate giggled and said,” Oh, but dude your outfit is hella cute”. Aoyama smiles at his classmate. A girl with a pink afro, a pink headband that made the knotted ends look like horns on her head, and hazel eyes.

“Oh thank you! But I gotta say you look absolutely dashing! Love the colors!”, Aoyama looked at his classmate up and down scanning her outfit. A blue tie-dye crop top with purple spots that went down to her chest. A black bralette under and some pastel yellow sweatpants that gave Aoyama the idea that she could be a dancer. White sneakers with colorful shoelaces. “What’s your name dear?”, Aoyama asked smiling. A small link formed and it was the start of a very nice and stylish friendship.

“Mina Ashido! And you?”, Mina said excitedly as she almost jumped from her seat. She could see this dude could be a great way to pass the class without having to show up. “Yuga Aoyama. Pleased to meet you.” Aoyama and Mina chatted as they waited for their teacher to show up. Slowly the people around them would get up and leave or just chat with each other. The silence of the room cleared up as Mina and Aoyama laughed and talked about their passion for fashion and their hobbies. Aoyama’s perception of Mina was right, she was a Dance major. She was currently doing ballet because she didn’t want her parents to know she was an underground street dancer. On the other hand, Mina learned Aoyama was a digital artist and even got to see some of his pieces. Both were very passionate and frankly, they could be each other’s moral support.

“Hey how about we exchange numbers?”, Mina said and quickly looked around. They were the only ones in class. The classroom was empty and the clock ticking at the front of the class. The class had just ended. Maybe coming to class wasn’t so bad since Aoyama was here. They both looked at each other and laughed. Aoyama’s butterflies were gone and Mina took away his anxiety of shitting himself.

“Yeah that would be wonderful”, Aoyama and Mina then tapped their phone and so they could now talk to each other without having to be in class. Maybe even hang out sometime. As they walked to the door and parted ways Aoyama could notice Bakugou never replied, but his bitch ass left Aoyama on seen. Aoyama was used to it and knew Bakugou would come. Bakugou often forgot to reply , but would do stuff Aoyama texted him to do or asked.

Aoyama waited outside the building for a while. He then sat down and looked at his phone. Scrolled down on his Twitter and Instagram timeline for some time. Aoyama then let out a sigh and got up. He then plugged in his earphones and as he was about to walk away his dorm neighbor called out to him. “Aoyama-kun! Wait up”, A slightly freckled buff guy with green fluffy curly hair called out to him. He wasn’t very stylish , but was always kind to Aoyama. Even though at one point our little Aoyama stalked him because he wanted to be friends with him. I mean he needed a reference for his styling assignment and he was perfect for the outfit. Aoyama stood there and waited for him to catch up to him. “Did class just finish for you too?”, The green-haired hunk asked Aoyama. Aoyama looked at him and explained his situation of waiting for Bakugou.

“Ah, Kacchan didn’t come to pick you up? I can walk you then since we are going to the same dorms!”, his dorm neighbor was always a lifesaver. “Denki is probably at our dorm so I can text him if he can check if Kacchan is there”.

“Please Midori! I’m worried he is oversleeping again. Which I doubt it...He’s probably working out”, Aoyama said as he locked arms with his neighbor. Midoriya Izuku or as Bakugou called him, ‘Deku’, shared a room with Denki Kaminari. Both Midoriya and Denki were his dorm neighbors and often came to watch movies or just help Aoyama with styling assignments. Midoriya was known by the fashion majors as the guy that wore weird shirts. Today he was wearing a pastel blue pullover that had ‘tiny weenie baby’ on it. Aoyama wanted to chuckle , but decided to hold it in. Midoriya’s boyfriend could probably say that was true. They walked to the dorms and as soon as Aoyama got close to the door he slammed it open.

“BITCH YOU HAD ME WAITING FOR 20 MINS OUTSIDE!”, Aoyama said hand still on the door. Midoriya looking over Aoyama’s shoulder. They had caught Bakugou at a...uh special moment.

“CAN’T YOU KNOCK?!”, Bakugou shouted back as he was making out with a purple-haired dude that looked exhausted. Bakugou was still in pajamas while the other was dressed like an e-boy that had just come out of hot topic after his mother had given him an allowance of $10 to spend on my chemical romance merch. That emo boy was Shinso Hitoshi, Bakugou’s boyfriend, and Aoyama’s ex-boyfriend which actually ended well with no heartbreak. I mean they lasted 1 week. Midoriya sneakily walking away then bumped into Denki who was joined by his dark-haired friend. Aoyama looked behind him and immediately then pulls Midoriya as to show proof in an Ace Attorney game.

“I can’t believe poor little Midori had to take time out of his day to walk me back!” Aoyama said as he hugged Midoriya with puppy eyes.

“W-Well uh technically I was walking back so might as well accompany him, right?” Midoriya nervously smiled as Denki walked into the room and held in the laughter he had from seeing Bakugou slightly flustered from being caught getting it on with Shinso. Bakugou then of course starts arguing with Deku as if Deku was the one at fault. Oh well, Aoyama needed to spill the beans on the guy he saw and interacted with so he gathered Denki, Shinso, and Denki’s friend who was just watching the chaos happening in a room full of gays. Except for Denki he had a girlfriend. I mean he isn’t straight, but bisexual so yeah a gay too. Aoyama shoved them to the other side of the room onto his bottom bunk. They all proceeded to sit down and let Aoyama sit cross-legged in the middle while he held a pillow.

“Oh my gosh, guys please help me snap out of these feelings I’m having! I’M GONNA DIE!”, Aoyama said as he swung his arms around dramatically.

“Is he gonna scooter ankle or is he being dramatic?” Denki’s friend leaned over and whispered in Denki’s ear.

“No Sero, he is just being dramatic about something .”, Shinso said as they looked at Aoyama giving them puppy eyes. Sero Hanta, Denki’s friend who was wrapped up in this situation. Sero is a black-haired dude with a nice wide smile. He often just wore pullovers and looked like those dudes that sits right in front of you in computer class and just watching memes or editing Shrek on Ronal McDonald’s body. Those dudes are pretty chill once you start talking to them.

“Just let him spill the tea guys. I wanna know what made him so anxious”, Denki said as he nudged both of the boys to listen.

“So I was walking to class alright?? And then and then I bumped into this guy while I was checking the time on my phone! And then bam this dude was holding me so sweetly and he was so strong might I add!!”, Aoyama said excitedly as he gripped the pillow close to his chest. The boys on the other hand looked at him. Maybe he’s being dramatic, Denki thought. The room of course was still noisy while Aoyama spilled his feelings on the hunk of a man that literally held him as if it was a shojo manga.

“And then he even HELD MY HAND!! MY PRECIOS HAND TO HAND ME MY PHONE!! He also told me to be careful and walked away as if nothing happened!!”, Aoyama sighs after this and just lets his body lay on the boys legs as he dramatically puts his left arm over his face.

“Well, that was something. How did he look like wey?”, Sero asked as he held Aoyama’s arm away from his face. Denki and Shinso nodded. Aoyama then puts a finger on his lips and thinks for a little. “Mind if I sketch him out?” Aoyama says as he signals Shinso to pass him his sketchbook.

After a few minutes, he then shows the boys as he had decided to sit between Denki and Sero. “He looked like this!! He had some weird eyebrows that looked like the Nike symbols!”, Aoyama pointed at the drawing. The boys felt like they had seen him before. They just couldn’t find this dude’s name in the glossary of their minds.

“Isn’t that Iida-kun?”

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hazard-and-friends · 4 years ago

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Month 11

What the fuck. Holy hell buddy.

The focus here will be catching us up with the missed months and then next month I’ll do a 1 year retrospective.

The last time I posted one of these was January 9th. In late February, we moved from FL to WA; at the end of the month we moved into a new, one bedroom apartment. In mid-March I started a part time job which I adore (running puppy camp at a R+ facility! in the next few weeks I’ll start teaching swims and puppy play groups!). So first we did a massive amount of prep for the move, and then we did even more prep for post-move things like “meeting my family” and “oh shit there’s hills now” and in between the two we’ve made huge strides on the cat thing.

The details!

Night time: We have completely stopped putting him in the crate at night. There were two reasons for crating to begin with: 1) We didn’t know where Penny wanted to sleep and didn’t trust them when we were asleep and 2) to create good sleepy associations prior to the plane flight. #2 is no longer relevant and a) Penny wants to sleep Up or in the bed and b) Hazard laaaaargely doesn’t care about her once the lights go off. So he sleeps on the floor, after a VERY exciting 4 nights at the airbnb where he got to sleep in the people bed with the people (Penny slept on top of the catinets cabinets).

Crate in general: I spent 2 months working on the plastic crate not being the actual devil, and he did end up being happy in it. But he’s regressed to thinking that crates in general are prison spaces due to the plane flight, so it’s all to the good that he doesn’t have to go in at all anymore. Regular crate training (for trials) is on the task list.

Medications: He was on trazodone through late March. For the flight itself, I started him on gabapentin (100 mg 3x daily) 24 hours before the flight, and gave him a double dose when we left the apartment. All of this was cleared with his vet first, consult with your own etc. No side effects and the gabapentin definitely helped--but he was still upset at takeoff and landing. One of the reasons I wanted him to see a vet in March was to switch off trazodone and onto something actually validated in separation anxiety. He’s now on Reconcile, 24 mg once a day. At 2 weeks in: No lasting side effects (the first 48 hours were a little weird), and overall anxiety is decreasing.

Anxiety in general: IT’S BEEN A FUN TIME Y’ALL. Because trazodone and prozac (Reconcile) both affect serotonin, he had to come off trazodone for 4-5 days before starting Reconcile. Which confirmed a bunch of things:

Trazodone wasn’t doing very much at all. 90% of the time he was unchanged.

He is WAY more anxious on car rides than anyone realized. Once off trazodone, he started whining continuously on the way out--the way back is fine, either because he’s exhausted, he knows we’re going home, or we’ve already been to the superfunexcitingplace.

Trazodone wasn’t doing SHIT for his separation anxiety, which was unchanged.

He was only slightly more reactive to the cat and no more reactive to strangers. Cool.

Now that we’re 2 weeks into Reconcile: Starting to see big improvements in separation anxiety (more on that later) and cat tolerance is back to baseline (ditto). Car rides are still chatty but rapidly improving. No side effects, still playful and happy and silly.

Separation anxiety: Over a month, we achingly worked our way up to 90 seconds of me gone, or 30 seconds of me gone if I had done one preparing-to-leave thing. And even that was unreliable. That’s not right, guys. That’s the big reason we switched medications. Because keep in mind that all of this is while Jo was in the room with him. Yesterday I left to run errands with no prep and he just watched. I love Reconcile. It took about 5 minutes for him to settle down, but still. Plan is to bust ass and get to 15 minutes with no pre-departure cues and then add them back in.

Cat: Two steps forward one step sideways. While he chases her every other day or so, there are no gates in the new apartment. Sometimes we close the door to the bedroom so Penny can be unmolested, but often she’s the one who wants out, and she’s finding more and more places to chill. Moooost nights Hazard gets tied (harness to longline to my desk) but that’s more so that we don’t have to be constantly watching. At night there’s sometimes scuffles, but those end with Penny wherever she wanted to be and Hazard under the bed.

Weight: Vet had him at 44 lbs but he hadn’t pooped that day. He’s now on diet Hills SD, 1.5 cups, but he also gets around 100 pieces of treats a day so that’s surely impacting things. He’s looking better and better though--nice thigh muscles.

Formal training: I have completely jumped the shark and started teaching rally cues. As soon as the budget balances I want to get back to doing rally with Sydney’s trainer, and he’s picking up the basics really fast. Also, recall?? Is coming along fabulously?? Amazing. Love it when I don’t have to do anything.

I jest, I did a lot. We did a bowl game where I put him in a wait, put food in his bowl, then went to the other side of the room and called him. He had to come to me before going to the food, and that really helped recall click in a way that other games hadn’t.

Handling: After 11 months I admitted defeat and took him to the vet for nails. The vet tech’s verdict is that he sang at her but she got them done in 5 minutes so hey. We’re going back to the very basics and doing it to enthusiasm, not compliance, this time. Sigh.

Good note: I did teach him a chin rest and he now LOVES offering it. Amazing. Love him so much.

Stranger danger: the BIGGEST progress. In the last month he’s met both my parents, my grandparents, one of my siblings, and a friend. 6 people, 3 genders, aged 19-77, and a whole array of builds and heights. They’re all white but you can’t have everything. A growing theme is he’s much better in novel environments than in his home base, so probably we’ll be meeting people outside and then walking them in. But still, seeing huge improvements in his willingness to associate with strange humans and let them touch him.

Walks: 40 min morning/20 min evening, except for once a week when it’s a 50-60 min hike or sometimes we rent the field at my work... It’s hard to be a dog ;) Fitness is less his problem on walks than focus for that long, so the hike is actually easier for him than 40 min along a 35mph road. Still, we’re getting lots of nice perky behavior out and about.

#ELEVEN MONTHS SORRY WHAT #training log #april 2021 #hazard to society

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thecaptainscribbles · 5 years ago

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This is going to be a Huge Rant, but ayyyy!

It’s nearly been 6 months since I’ve been into an actual, real, healthy relationship and I will say. My biggest discovery is realizing the trademark of a good relationship is simply a good level of conflict resolution, and communication. Sounds logical right but hear me out.

I have a slew of Issues, including the ADHD, but also some as a direct result of a shitty childhood. I have poor communication capacity under stress or pressure (I literally shut down and can’t speak), and phases of horrible mood instability, living with me is Hard. I’ve had relationships before but none as in-depth as this one, and I’ve never in my life seen someone with this level of conflict resolution and willingness.

So it’s like, maybe 2-3-ish months ago, our relationship at that point was mostly rushed and impulsive and, looking back on it, we weren’t that close, really. I had a horrible ADHD relapse, triggered by shift work stress, and boyfriend getting fired and being jobless and unmotivated for 2 weeks. It was paired with some horrible moodiness, which was treated by being on Solian (antipsychotic), which I somewhat suspect was interacting with Concerta and was making things worse, aside from making me asexual, permanently hungry, and fogging up all of my feelings lol. It was just a perpetually bad time. I had trouble getting up in the morning, trouble taking the dog out, trouble doing basic activities like washing the dishes, it was just bad.

But pair that with boyfriend being unmotivated by the job loss. We were two people living in the same house, one working, one not working, governed by sloth lol. I had to work weird ass shifts, including full weekends (7 am to 10 pm) and I was majorly stressed out. And he was doing nothing aside from watching Netflix. Worst yet, he wouldn’t help me if I asked him. I’d practically beg him to just accompany me out on 10 min dog walks just so it would make walking the dog more bearable for me, and he’d adamantly refuse.

So the icing on the cake is when I was running late for work, and I ask him if he could walk the dog this one time, so I can be there on time. And he dead serious tells me that I have time, he’s seen me leave at a similar hour and get there on time, and just leaves me to do it and returns to his Netflix. Obviously I was 10 shades of angry that day, but moved past it. Part of me wanted to believe that well, he wasn’t entirely wrong, since it’s my dog, my responsibility. The other part of me just felt sad that someone whose day had literally no activity and no responsibility in it couldn’t spare 5 mins in order to help me.

So I move on. Next day, I had to study some stuff for a future internship, so I ask him nicely to use headphones so I could focus (with whatever garbled focus I had left lol), and he agrees... until, 15 mins later, the headphones run out of battery. His reply? Well, they ran out, can’t do anything about it now! So he blasts the darned thing loudly, instead of going for one of the other wired headphones we had littered all over the house. And to top it off, he brings some popcorn too in the mix, so now obviously I can’t focus for shit.

That was probably the angriest I’ve ever been in my life. But because I internalize everything, I just left, went in the bedroom, and proceeded to stare at the ceiling fuming over it lol, and seriously contemplating breaking up. After all, why be in a relationship if there’s no mutual help or understanding, just two people living together in a roommate situation more than a relationship.

It takes him maybe 30 mins to finally realize something is wrong, and he finally comes to check on me, and when I refuse to reply or react to any of his questions or affectionate gestures, he finally realizes something is Actually Wrong. And I see it, genuine concern and worry and care. He spends around an hour or two trying to get me to just talk about what’s wrong, and I finally agree to write it down, since talking felt impossible.

And I shit you not, the impulse driven, impatient, easy-to-fire-up guy with basically no life experience calmly looks over it, spends maybe 15 mins contemplating it in deep silence, drags me into the kitchen so we could have one of our conflict resolving chats over smoking a cig and calmly brings up every angry point I made in that novel sized message, along with solutions to them that would be ok for both of us. To me, it was incredible. I expected anger, or upset, or disagreement, but no. He calmly went over all of them, noted that I was right in at least some of them, and that he should’ve been more present, added his -non judgemental- point of view @ them and then found solutions to each of them.

Over the course of the next days, most of the pressure that was on me was lifted. I was no longer perpetually angry or upset, and was far more functional. He became much more caring and compassionate, realized I’m not going to externalize my problems and troubles with ease, so he started being more perceptive. Both of us got more affectionate and caring toward eachother.

I had more, smaller relapses, but he helped instead of ignoring, and they resolved fast. I became more communicative, and so did he. And since then, 2-3 months later, we have grown closer than ever. We communicate easier, I’ve been able to overcome my ADHD to do more just because it feels like we’re a team now, not just two people under the same roof.

And all because of one shitty conflict, and an incredible conflict resolution level. I know 6 months isn’t a long time, relationship related, but this specific moment was an incredible eye opener, and the period that followed, the last 2-3 months, have been amazing. Living with someone who, through conflict, learned to understand you, and was and is willing to put in the effort to work through problems with you and who is supportive through those crappy relapse moments, is incredible. I’ve grown up with a family that was rarely if ever supportive (quite the opposite) so this feels incredible.

#rant #relationship #adhd #actually adhd #actuallyadhd #conflict resolution #conflict #story

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kimshavacado · 6 years ago

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Dead Heat Ch.6

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

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Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Awkwardness

A/N: It’s good to be back! I’m so glad to continue this story, I have such great plans for it. While writing this chapter, I fell in love with Yoongi again. I hope you do too!

Chapter 6: Fucking Sandwiches?

When you wake up, you find yourself more rested than you’ve been in a long time. You choose to attribute this to being exhausted the past few days.

Although, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sarting to get comfortable where you are. The thought flies right through you mind with little consideration as your brain catches up with the beginning of the day.

You throw on a hoodie and trudge out the door and down the hall. Honestly, you’re feeling good today. There’s no one source of your serenity, but you decide it doesn’t matter. After holding in so many emotions it’s good to be open about the positive ones.

When you get downstairs, you realize you are probably without a breakfast partner. You look at your watch and see that it’s already past 10, he would’ve left hours ago.

You brush off your slight disappointment until you go looking for breakfast and find that there’s really nothing to eat. Your good mood day is already starting to crumble and you haven’t even had your morning tea yet.

You find yourself the biggest mug in the cabinet and start making a cup of tea that’s big enough to offset your lack of food. You walk through the kitchen towards your tea spot in the living room, but stop dead in your tracks at the dining table. There lays a box of poptarts with a note.

“This is all we have, don’t be a pig about it. I’ll pick up more food on my way home early this afternoon. We’ll do something nicer for dinner. -Yoongi.”

Rude, but also intriguing. You could really go for a nice dinner tonight. Now, not many things are nicer than a box of poptarts but you’re happy to see him try.

You listen to Yoongi’s words and only grab one bag of poptarts as you continue making your way to your tea spot.

It’s a quiet day spent reading on the porch and dining tea. The reading helps your mind drift from reality and offers a nice break from your world. You’ve also made it a challenge to drink as much tea as possible.

By two in the afternoon your in your fifth cup, not that bad. You think that had you kept drinking you could’ve made it to about eight cups before dinner. That or enough for Yoongi to think you had some obscure tea drinking problem.

You’re about to grab a sixth when you hear the man himself pull up in his sleek black car. You expect him to exit the car in his regular formal manner, but are instead surprised to see a very casual dressed Yoongi almost slip out of the car. He doesn’t notice your brief snort.

“You look very relaxed.” He calls up to the porch.

“As do you.” You fire back. “Maybe a bit too much.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at you as he walks past and into the house. “Change into something casual.” He says while continuing down the hall.“But less casual than pajamas, please."

You’re suddenly filled with excitement at the recollection of the promised dinner. You pack up your book and tea as you rush inside to get ready.

The ultimate challenge is now dressing correctly. You have to find a way to look cute, but not like you’re trying to for him, but still be casual, but also fit for some mystery place you don’t know of yet. It’s actually very inconsiderate of him to attempt to surprise you. Doesn’t he know the location dictates the clothing?

After about fifteen minutes of mindless staring into your closet, you hear a knock at your door.

"I need your help downstairs.” Yoongi’s muffled voice comes through.

“I’m not ready yet.” You reply.

“What? How?”

“I… just…I need to change still.”

“My god. Please do not tell me you’ve been spending this whole time trying to pick something to wear.”

”…“

You hear Yoongi sigh on the other side of the door and are about to just suck it up and pick a random outfit when Yoongi surprises you again.

"Do you like… want help? Am I supposed to help in this situation?”

"Absolutely not, I’m capable of making basic decision.”

“Clearly not if you’re still in there. How are you supposed to run an empire if you can’t even pick an outfit?” “What!? They’re completely different decisions!” “But one’s far more complex than which dress you should wear to dinner.” At this you storm towards the door while saying, “Well you never said I should wear a dress! That would’ve narrowed it down!” When you open the door you find Yoongi smiling amusing, knowing how well he’s riled you up. “Aw that’s cute, our first fight.” You use your palm to push his face back out the door and close it again behind him. After he’s quiet for a couple moments, you turn around and find yourself smiling when you should be annoyed. You grab the light blue dress you haven’t worn since you left home. You really do look good in blue.

You finally make it out of your room and ready to go 10 minutes later sporting a casual night out look. What you find downstairs is something that leaves you with a blank stare. Yoongi has a bunch of groceries spread out all over the kitchen. It looks like some battleground of food that you definitely aren’t trained to traverse.

Yoongi looks at you with a stupid grin on his face. “Sandwiches.” He says while flapping a slice of bread in front of you. “This… is the nice dinner? Sandwiches.” You say, a bit in disbelief. “I dressed up for making sandwiches in my own kitchen.” “No, you dressed up for me.” You’re now frozen with a blank stare for a different reason and Yoongi’s face is still stuck with that stupid grin. “Just come on and help, there’s gotta be some kind of sandwich you want.” He nods you over to the spot next to him. You don’t know what’s going on, he has to be off in the head or something. Nevertheless, you find yourself making a sandwich, and a pretty damn good one at that. When you’ve created what you view as the perfect sandwich, Yoongi has the audacity to take it right out of your hands. “The hell…” You stand with your hand still grasping at the ghost of a sandwich that was once there as Yoongi adds your creation to a large bag that contains more prepared food. He zips it up and slings the long strap attached to it over his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go!” He announces while walking out of the kitchen. “Oh, so we’re taking sandwiches hostage now?” You say as you follow him out of the house. He puts the food into the car and goes to hold the car door open for you. You stop to glare suspiciously at him. He wasn’t going to tell you where you were going, this much you can predict. You give in and slide into the passenger seat, but you can stop the feeling of excitement in your gut. About 30 minutes later, Yoongi’s driven so far out of town that you’ve lost track of where you are. The windows of the car are down and the cool evening air is flowing all around you. The two of you have been really quiet. It’s not uncomfortable, but calming You relax further into the seat. “I just realized, it would be extremely easy for you to murder me right now. Middle of nowhere, no one knows, easy target.” Yoongi blinks a few times. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, looking straight at you. You both smirk.

In a couple more minutes you reach your destination. You peer out of the car and your mouth falls open. In front of you there’s a secluded grass area with trees surrounding it. Just over the shallow curve of the ground, you can see the city below. So alive but so far away. You stare for half of a minute until looking to your side and find Yoongi looking at you with that face again. “I want you to know that this is cheesy and stupid and I fucking hate it.” You say as large smile creeps its way onto your face and he mirrors you. “Would it make it better if I said I wouldn’t murder you?” He responds. “Ah, how chivalrous.” For a moment you stare at him before suddenly bolting out of the car for the field. You lose your shoes and keep running until you reach the center and lie straight on the ground. You feel like a child released into the wild. You take in the breeze until you hear Yoongi’s complaints coming towards you. “That’s okay, I got it. No need to get up off your ass.” He says as he tosses the stuff from the car onto the ground beside you. “Why did we come here?” You ask looking up at him from the ground. He sighs looking away from you towards the city. He just smiles and leans down to start unpacking as you let your question die out.

Sandwiches eaten and sun setting, you decide to revisit your earlier curiosity. “So what happened? Watch too many disney movies and suddenly trying to be all gooey?”

He scoffs. “Look you’ve been through a lot. I could tell you could use some time away from reality. Plus the view’s amazing up here once there’s no light left.”

Yoongi reaches into the endless bag and pulls out a bottle of wine. And you’re glad, maybe booze will make this seem less tacky.

You have what would normally be tea time but with alcohol instead and rant about things of little importance. Yoongi’s generally quiet, but he can really get going when triggered.

“I swear to god if one more person trashes on pineapple pizza, I will bury their corpses with my bear hands.”

“Wow Yoongi, that was unexpectedly dark of you.”

Eventually you fall silent as you look up from your picnic location. It’s then you realize he wasn’t talking about the view of the city.

All the way out here the lights don’t pollute the sky as much. There are so many more stars populating the sky out here than you’ve ever seen. Looking at it seems overwhelming for many reasons.

He took you here. Yoongi brought you here to bring back memories and make you feel better. It wasn’t done to make up for or fix anything, he just did it for you. It’s stupid and not that hard to do, but it catches you right where it matters.

“Holy shit.” He’s definitely gotten to you with his awkward acts of selflessness, his banter, and his stupid face. And for a split second you have hope for the way that things will turn out for you, but then you’re reminded of all the shit you’re supposed to be worrying about.

“Um…” You hear Yoongi’s voice next to you and realize you’ve dramatically sat up and are staring at the ground. “You okay? You look like you just had some sort of crisis, or something.”

You can barely make out his expression in the dark but you can tell he probably has his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

It’s very unlike you to feel like you need someone else. But you realize just how glad you are to have Yoongi in this moment.

Without words, you crawl closer until you are right next to him and pull his face into yours. Your lips meet for a solid 5 seconds before you slowly pull away.

You’re glad it’s dark enough to not be able to reveal your blushed face afterwards. You stay by him and settle your head onto his shoulder. You take it as a good sign when he leans into you as well.

Let’s just hope this doesn’t bite you in your ass.

During the drive home you fall asleep in the car. It’s a good way to avoid having to talk to him about your actions earlier. Unfortunately, it’s short lived because he wakes you up after he pulls up to the house.

“Come on, I’m not gonna carry you in. You’re like a brick.” The wit is a good sign that he’s not weirded out, but you’re not conscious enough to worry about that right now. He helps lead you up the front steps but stops near the top.

Oh, no. Here it comes, the confrontation. Right now you don’t have the mental capacity to formulate responses to any questions about your feelings. “Look” You begin.

“Shh.” Yoongi hisses at you.

You pout at his rudeness until you notice that he’s pulled his gun out and is pointing it at the suspiciously open front door. Well you’re suddenly awake now. You tuck yourself behind Yoongi, very curious but also still tipsy meaning you’re not at all helpful in any dangerous situation.

“Go back to the car Y/N.” You know better than to argue and jog back to the vehicle. Once you’re in, he nudges the door open and slips inside.

It must’ve only been five minutes, but it feels like an excruciating amount of time. You almost jump when he sticks his body out of the door to beckon you inside.

“What was it? Anything?” You call up to him.

When you reach the door you can see into the main hall now that the lights are on. All you can do is stare at the blood streak on the floor.

“I promise it’s okay. You should probably go to bed and we’ll talk in the morning.”

A million questions run through your head. Was he not going to mention the fact that it looks like someone died? “Yoongi, is there a body? Is it one of ours?”

Yoongi sighs and looks at the streak. “I have some things to take care of.” Before you can register it, he walks over and places a kiss on your forehead. “Just try to get some sleep.”

God, what a reminder of the fucked up world you live in.

A/N: I hope y'all are ready for some more Jimin next chapter ;)

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johnnyslittleanimalblog · 6 years ago

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I often receive those messages ( we all do ) that ask say 5 or 10 things about yourself then send it to your favorite blogs. and I never do it haha. but this morning I reblogged a photo of a large bull moose ( close up ) and it reminded me of something I did when I was a lil crazier and younger :) I decided to share this little true story from my life and hope it will count as one of those 'share ten things about yourself' :) first off a lil background to the story. mooses LOVE water lillies. I call em water lillies idk what species they are that grow in northern ontario in the lakes and streams. they arent exactly like the ones monet painted. but similar. moose will stand in the shallow water and stick their heads in and pull them up by the roots. I have seen them often doing this in the wild but usually from a good distance. like maybe across a narrow lake for example. anyways here is my story :) I was about 17 or 18 and me and my buddy were on a long 5 or 6 day canoe trip in algonquin park in ontario. its a huge provincial park made of rivers and lakes 7,653 sq km. (2955 sq miles ) canoe or kayak is really the only way to see it. we were going from one lake to another down a narrow stream or creek about 2 miles long. the creek was about 20 feet wide and real shallow. maybe 3 or 4 feet max. we got about one mile down it and rounded a bend and there in the middle of the stream was a huge bull moose munching his water lillies. he was about 20 feet in front of us. lifted his head, turned it towards us. checked us out then continued eating. on one side of the creek was a steep rock face we couldn't navigate even without a canoe let alone portage it and on the other side real thick bushes with no place to get off the stream. we waited for maybe 30 min for the moose to finish eating. it was late in the day and we still had a long way to go.we thought about turning around and finding another route but it would have taken another 3 hrs to do and alot of miles and we were already tired. finally we decided to go by the moose after watching him for half an hour. we wern't being exactly moose whisperers but we were talking to him. more like 'hey bullwinkle move your big ass and sup moose shove over a lil" he didnt seem bothered by us in the slightest. we went to the side of the stream with the bushes put our paddles inside the canoe and grabbing the bushes we pulled ourselves along the side of the creek as quiet as possible. that bull was only about 6 feet from us as we went by and never stopped munching on his water lillies. he was huge. that was dangerous and kinda crazy but you know how you are when you are 18 right? lol......anyways. I remember getting about 15 feet past the moose we pushed ourselves back in the middle of the creek and paddled hard like the maniacs we were. we got about 60 feet away real quick and I looked back and the moose lifted his head out of the water and I swear he was laffing :) I haven't thought of this for a long long time and I hope you liked my story :) it will probably be yrs b4 the next one haha. yeah.........I know.....cool story bro :) ~ johnny

*edit so, this story is actually a post from my previous blog and I came across it yesterday looking for some moose pics to post. I had forgot all about posting this story years ago or that I still had it on my laptop. even more strange is that I was up near montreal a week ago and saw the same friend I was with on this moose trip there and hadn’t seen him in years. he lives in south carolina now. it is funny how life is and comes full circle. and altho we did talk about some of our canoe trips we made neither of us mentioned this story. in retrospect I am kinda proud of myself for not embellishing this story. that moose was a giant. especially when you are several feet below him in a canoe and right next to him.that is why I chose this pic of a moose on a path. imagine going by him and being at the same height as his knees. that was exactly what it was like in a canoe. we should have waited him out but we didn’t. anyways, I hope you all like my story, I am sorry its so long. ~ johnny

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fancat-not-fangirl · 5 years ago

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It’s Not You Pt.9

a/n: ok so that took wayyyy longer than expected SORRY :/ (for those of you who haven’t seen Princess Bride, it’s an amazing movie and I totally recommend watching it)

3 weeks later

24 hours. Cas was 24 hours away from Saturday. 24 long, grueling, endless hours. He didn’t think he could wait that long. Yes he’d made it through the four previous days, but now that he only had mere hours until Saturday, Cas thought that the waiting would never end.

Because since he saw Dean Winchester’s car drive off the college campus the week before, Cas had been counting the days, hours, minutes, seconds, until he could see him again. Until he could look into those apple green eyes, and count the freckles on his face. Until he could hear that simultaneously soft but husky voice in his ear. Until he could wrap his arms around his soulmate and never let go.

24 hours.

Well, to be exact, 23 hours, 49 minutes and 14 seconds.

All he had to do was get out of bed, manage to sit through his classes without constantly getting distracted, finish his homework, and go to sleep. And then when he’d wake up tomorrow he’d get to finally finally see Dean again.

But first things first, he had to accomplish the first thing on his list. He had to get out of bed.

So Cas heaved himself off of his comfortable mattress and pillow, rubbing tiredly at his eyes as he glanced over at Sam’s bed, which was empty. Sam’s first class was at 8:00am, so he was always up and about much earlier than Cas was. Cas, on the other hand, preferred to sleep in, so he specifically chose his first class of the day to be Constitutional Law, which started at 9:00am.

Looking at the clock, Cas let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. It was 8:20.

23 hours, 40 minutes, 38 seconds.

This was going to be a long day.

******

He made it through his first four classes of the day. Barely. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dean’s smiling face gazing down at him, and Cas practically had to hold his eyes open through most of his morning lectures.

But it was finally lunchtime and Cas took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as he opened the front doors and strolled outside. He grinned and waved at Sam, who was already sitting at their usual table in the courtyard. It was a Friday, and although the weather had gotten colder over the past few weeks, Cas welcomed the chilly air. People were milling around, discussing their weekend plans, inviting each other to various parties. Cas breezed past groups of teachers and students, dropping his bag down at Sam’s table.

Sam already had a mouth full of salad as he tried saying something to Cas before realizing that all that came out was a garbled mess of words with a side of ranch dressing. Cas chuckled and waited for Sam to swallow, sitting down across from his roommate, who seemed to be growing by the minute. Cas nearly had to break his neck with the amount of craning that was necessary to look Sam in the eye. If he was being honest, Cas was probably more familiar with Sam’s various array of flannels than with his facial features.

Sam got the food down quicker than Cas thought was possible; a trait probably inherited from his brother. A brother who they both missed terribly, although for different reasons. Ironically, Sam talked about Dean even more now that he started seeing his brother more often. Before the Columbus Day weekend, Sam would bring Dean many conversations he shared with anyone that’d listen, talking about how much he missed his brother. But once Sam started seeing him at a more regular rate, Dean was all he ever talked about. Well, other than Gabe. Not that Cas minded. He could talk about Gabe for hours, sharing stories upon stories about his older brother. And Dean. Cas couldn’t stop pestering Sam about telling him facts and stories about his soulmate. But he didn’t think that Sam minded either. Any chance Sam had to show off his brother, he’d take it.

“I’m leaving for the weekends.” Sam’s voice brought Cas back to reality. He realized that he’d spaced out, and brought his eyes back around to Sam. “Me and Kevin have to work on a project for my Nutrition and Dietetics class, so I’ll be staying over at his place. I’m leaving with him today after my last class.” Sam winked at him. “Just don’t have too much fun with Dean while I’m gone.”

Cas blushed and quickly looked down. He heard Sam chuckle and raised his head, then whispered with a smirk, “Don’t worry. We’ll be sure not to use your bed.”

Sam choked on his next forkful of salad, and Cas left him that way, grinning from ear to ear as he got up and strode over to the food trucks. What was he in the mood for today? Not sushi or any type of fish. Salads were definitely off the list. Nothing spicy, so that eliminated Mexican and Indian food. Aha. Burgers.

“Double bacon cheeseburger please. No pickles. Thank you.” The line at the truck was short, and Cas placed his order without thinking twice. Wherever he went, wherever he ate, he always ordered the same burger. College was no different. Sam had tried ceaselessly convincing him to try something different. Either to eat one with pickles, or maybe to have BBQ sauce instead of ketchup, but Cas refused. He knew what he liked, and he’d stick to it.

“One double bacon cheeseburger please no pickles thank you.” Came a familiar voice, and Cas started. “Here you go, angel.” And he looked up as the 20 hours, 31 minutes, and 24 seconds came spiraling down to zero. Because Cas found himself looking up into Dean’s smiling face as the older boy stretched out a carefully packaged burger towards Cas.

“What? Dean? You- I don’t-” Dean let out a laugh that made Cas’s heart jump in his chest for the first time that week.

“Hey, Chuck, can you take over for a second?” Dean turned his head and called back to the other man in the truck. A muffled “Sure thing” was heard, and Dean sent Cas a sharp grin as he clambered out of the truck and to Cas, who threw himself into Dean’s arms the second his feet hit the ground.

“I missed you, too.” He whispered into Cas’s hair. They stayed in the embrace for only seconds before Dean grunted and pulled away. “The burger’s leaking ketchup all over my uniform”, he grumbled, viciously trying to wipe off the now red patch on his sleeve. Cas giggled, overjoyed that Dean was here. Remembering Sam, he swiveled around and was about to wave his roommate over when Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

“Sammy already knows.” Cas’s incredulous gaze found Dean’s. Sam knew? And he didn’t tell Cas? If Cas had known that Dean would be here, he would have chosen a different outfit to wear. Oh god, Dean probably thought that his knit cardigan was atrocious. If Cas had known, he would have at least attempted to arrange his hair into a presentable shape. If Cas had known…

“Don’t take it out on him, though. I told him to keep his cakehole shut about it or I’d chop off his balls and feed them to a zebra.” Dean winked at Cas. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Cas’s heart melted at that and he smiled up at Dean, although still a little confused. “Wait, so when did you-”

“Deano! Get your ass back in here!” Came the call from inside the truck. Smiling sheepishly at Cas, Dean ruffled his soulmate’s hair and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. “My shift ends at 8:30. I’ll explain everything later.” And with that information he left Cas standing behind the truck and returned to working the job Cas never knew he had.

Feeling a little dazed, Cas walked back to his spot at the table, everything snapping back into focus only when he sat down and was met with hysteric giggling coming from Sam.

“Oh, you should have seen your face!” Sam cackled. “It was definitely worth the wait.”

Blushing now, Cas looked down at his cardigan with a frown and started running his hands through his hair. “You could have told me to dress nicer today”, he mumbled.

Sam laughed and leaned forward on his elbows, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “But then you’d have gotten suspicious. It was better this way.” He giggled again. “The look on your face was priceless, though.”

Cas unwrapped his burger and smiled at the heart draw on the wrapper in sharpie. He hoped it hadn’t bled through onto the actual bun, and was relieved when he didn’t taste sharpie in his first bite. He didn’t know why or how, but this particular burger seemed to taste better than any other burger he’d ever had.

He and Sam finished their food in peace, but Cas’s mind was reeling. Dean? Here? Since when did Dean work in food trucks? And anyway, Cas thought he worked at the repair shop. It surely payed better than serving food, even though he knew that Dean didn’t like the, and he quoted, “Black Hole chock full of people with sequoia trees shoved up their asses”.

He shook his head and remembered that Dean promised that he would explain everything later. After his shift ended at 8:30. Cas smiled and set the timer.

11 hours. 30 min. 22 seconds.

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Sam had left with Kevin an hour ago, so Cas used the peace and quiet without his roommate to finish his homework. Not that Sam was loud or annoying, but he and Cas always managed to start a conversation about something or other every time they were put in a room together. Whether it be sports, books, movies, art, food, or pencils, they always found something to talk about. Cas would be writing an essay when he’d head a small gasp from Sam’s side of the room, and swivel around just in time to see Sam sit upright in bed and ask Cas if fish felt wet or dry all the time. What would follow would be a long, winded argument ending in them not wanting to take up any more time with discussions and give up. Cas still firmly believed that water was not wet, but he never brought it up again to Sam. With a little smile, Cas decided that he would ask Dean and see what he thought.

Dean. Who would be arriving in 0 hours, 6 minutes, and 47 seconds.

Cas had made and remade his bed twice now, and he almost laughed at the irony. The first time he had heard that Dean was coming over, it had been Sam that went completely Control Freak, neatening his bed and rearranging his books to impress his brother. Now Cas was the one that was going crazy trying to make sure that his room looked presentable.

Realizing that he was pacing the room and probably annoying the hell out of the people on the floor below him, Cas sat down on his bed. His eyes travelled to his signed vinyl record. Dean kept promising that he would play some of his songs for Cas on his guitar, but he never actually did it, something about not risking any “tiny tot college twerps” bringing harm to his Baby 2.0; the guitar. In fact, Cas had never even heard Dean sing. Yes, at times Cas would hear snippets of a song here and there, maybe even some humming. But never any actual singing. Cas made another mental note for himself to ask Dean about his guitar, too.

Cas almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the door, and was up and across the room in a flash. He thrust the door open and was met with a bear hug from Dean. Smiling into Dean’s neck, Cas returned the hug and kicked the door shut behind them.

“Hey, angel.” He heard Dean whisper into his hair, which he then placed a soft kiss in. To be honest, Cas loved his new nickname. Well, not exactly new. His mother had been calling him ��angel’ since he was a kid, and it had always annoyed him. But whenever Dean said it, Cas melted. The way Dean’s mouth formed the word, not to mention the gravelly way he sounded out the letters, almost had Cas on his knees. Like at the moment.

Their mouths collided in a kiss, and Cas moaned and arched his back into Dean. This kiss was hungry. Desperate. As if neither one could get enough of the other, which was true. Cas loved this. Loved the almost feral way Dean’s lips ravaged his own, and the small growls Dean made when Cas’s tongue traced the inside of his mouth.

“You look so damn cute in this”, came the soft murmur from Dean, and before he knew it, Dean’s hands were under his cardigan and all over his skin. Cas inhaled sharply as the warmth from Dean’s calloused fingers seeped into him. They were running up along his back, around his torso, on his chest. Dean was everywhere and Cas didn’t ever want it to stop.

Soon his cardigan was off and on the floor, quickly followed by Dean’s flannel and shirt. Their hands were all over each other, warm and sure. Dean’s mouth now decided to chart its course down Cas’s neck, and he arched his head back to give Dean more access. Dean’s mouth then traveled lower, down, down, down his chest. Cas was gasping, hands woven into Dean’s hair. Every time Dean sucked at a spot of his skin just right, Cas moaned and pulled on Dean’s hair. Dean obviously enjoyed it, and smirked devilishly whenever he got a particularly loud keen out of his soulmate.

And then they were on the bed (not Sam’s, just as promised), and Cas was a writhing mess under Dean’s hands and mouth. They traced his hips, his stomach, his chest. They turned Cas into a moaning, sweating, begging pool of goo that was addicted to the touch of his lover. But this was a healthy addiction. It was one that made Cas the happiest man in the world.

Cas suddenly remembered something.

“Dean?”

Dean stopped his meticulous worshipping of Cas’s body and raised his eyes to meet Cas’s. “Hmm?” He asked, his voice vibrating through Cas’s body, making him shiver.

“Do fish feel wet or dry all the time?”

Dean’s face broke into a smile and he laughed, bringing himself back up to kiss Cas in the mouth. They stayed like that for a while, just kissing. Cas didn’t necessarily care that Dean hadn’t answered his question, because this kiss was slow and soft, nothing like the one they had earlier. Cas couldn’t decide which one he liked better.

When the kiss deepened, he realized that he didn’t have to decide. A kiss from Dean was still a kiss. And Cas loved them all the same.

***

“So, you never answered my question.” Cas poked Dean in the side as they settled down into the blankets to watch a movie the following day. They had just returned from having dinner in the city, where Cas had learned that Dean had taken the job at the food trucks because he was lonely and bored back at the repair shop. Dean admitted that the pay wasn’t as good, but he’d also taken on the morning shift at an indoor pool not far from the college campus. Cas was thrilled at the chance of seeing his boyfriend more often. He still grinned at the thought. Dean was his boyfriend. He never thought that he’d be saying it, but he was glad that he had found his soulmate. And so was his mom. She had been ecstatic when Cas had called and told her that he’d found the person with his name on their wrist. After relaying the whole story of their little mix up to her, his mom had insisted that she get a chance to meet Dean, and invited him to stay at their house for Winter Break. Dean had looked like a happy puppy when Cas had suggested the idea, and had immediately agreed.

During the dinner in the city, Dean, in turn, had also learned that Cas had never seen the movie Princess Bride. From the sound of it, Cas was surprised that such a movie had even peaked Dean’s interest, but Dean had firmly stated that this was a movie worth watching.

So there they were, cuddled together on Cas’s bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and blankets, Dean’s laptop in front of them. On their way back from dinner, they’d bought popcorn and snacks, and were now up and ready to begin Operation Watch The Girly Movie That Dean Insists Isn’t Girly. Well, they’d be ready if Dean could just get his Amazon prime account to work.

And while he was doing that, Cas was determined to wring an answer out of Dean.

“Which question are you referring to?” Dean asked, scrolling through the saved passwords on his phone, trying to find the one for his account.

“The one I asked on Friday.” At Dean’s confused sideways glance, Cas elaborated. “The one about fish. Do they feel wet all the time?”

Dean chuckled and looked up at Cas with those startlingly green eyes. Cas didn’t quite understand how eyes could be that green. Most of the green-eyed people he’d met had more of a dull, stormy sea gray/green colored eyes. But Dean. Dean’s eyes were different. Something about them was so bright, as if they were a field where the grass was made of emeralds.

“I think that depends on whether or not you think water is wet.” Dean’s voice brought Cas’s mooning and staring to a stop.

“Water is not wet.”

Dean snorted. “Yes it is.”

“No. It’s not.” Cas shook his head. Dean was taking the same approach to this as his brother had.

Arching his eyebrow, Dean said, “Yeah it is. Something is defined as ‘wet’ if it is surrounded by water. Water is surrounded by water, therefore it is wet.”

“But if you look it up, water isn’t wet by itself, only when it comes in contact with other materials.”

“Oh and we should believe everything the Internet tells us. That’s rich.” He then threw up his hands and let out a whoop of triumph as he finally found the correct password to his Amazon account.

Cas rolled his eyes, and decided that they’d save this conversation for another time. Because right now Dean’s arm was around him, pulling him down towards his chest. Cas, in turn, wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist and snuggled closer to him, breathing in the scent that had now become so familiar to him. He smiled and sighed in content as Dean’s fingers started tracing soft patterns up and down his back.

The movie started, and everything else soon faded away until it was only him and Dean, giggling during the fight scene between Montoya and Westley, jumping when the R.O.U.S attacked, gasping at Montoya’s fight with Count Rugen, and smiling happily at the end.

And when the movie was over and they pulled the blankets tighter around themselves, Cas had to admit; he had liked the movie more than he first thought he would. But maybe that had a little something to do with the person watching with him. The one that was now enveloping Cas in warmth and burrowing his face in Cas’s neck.

The one that Cas suddenly knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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