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artisqueer · 4 years ago
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A little explainer before I drop Part 2 👀
Catch up on all the stuff for this series here
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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago
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Connections 5
Chapter 5
this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au
Masterlist *** First *** Previous *** Next
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Marinette is now 7 and this is Mari’s first time back to Paris since the fair.
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Summer break was always a pain and that was because she spent it with only Jean-Pierre and in her suite in the hotel. Chloe wouldn’t ever leave the hotel because she was the daughter of Style Queen and that meant she had a reputation to maintain. Except that all changes when Marinette comes to Paris.
That girl is the person who knows Chloe, other than a rich stuck-up brat, but that doesn’t mean other kids know that.
“Clo are you in” the little noirette called as she walked in, but she was different the bottom half of her midnight hair was bright purple just like her dad’s and it suited her.
“Mari-bug!” the blonde ran into her friend and hugged her. “That’s new” she said as she flicked her best friend’s hair.
The girl giggled, “yeah dad and Penny let me do it when we started the tour, I like it” the noirette laughed and Chloe smiled.
“it looks good” Chloe smiled; I can’t do that mom would freak. “So, any plans on how to sneak out this time?”
Mari smirked and shoved a backpack at her friend “Of course!”
“You are ridiculous…”
“Utterly ridiculous. I know” she was then pushed into another part of her room by the girl. “Now get dressed”
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Chloe walked out in a pair of yellow gold leggings, under a dress that fell to her knees it faded from the bottom a silver to white at the top and was splattered with gold. She wore black flats and her hair was in her signature ponytail.
“This isn’t much of a disguise Mari” the blonde stated.
“Well not yet it isn’t” Mari pulled out a silver can with a black cap. “Now hold still” Mari was tugging the blonde’s hair and spraying it and when she finished most of her friend’s hair was black save for a few streaks of her golden hair. “How does it look now” the bluenette smirked, as she watched her friend’s reaction.
“If I add some glasses no one will know!” The blonde was jumping with joy as Mari reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of black glasses with bees along the legs and two golden bees in the corners.
“Like the Queen Bee you are” Mari stated as she looked at her friend. No one will be able to tell this is Style Queen’s daughter. Chloe is now just another regular Parisian kid and Paris is not going to know what hit them.
“What about you Mari” as soon as her friend said that she smiled and walked into the other room. When she walked out Mari was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a red shirt covered in black spots. On top of it she wore a dark grey cardigan that fell to her knees, and a pair of black and red high tops. She finished by putting her hair in two space buns tucking the purple away and rearranging her bangs to fall from a center part. “Wow, a bee and ladybug are amount to storm Paris” Chole remarked. Oh, how right she was although she didn’t know it.
“Then let’s go Bee”
“Alright Bug” the two girls ran out of the hotel and made their way to the park. For the three days Mari spent in Paris everyone was talking about the chaos that was brought by the ‘Ladybug’ and the ‘Bee’ as they seemed to draw everyone’s attention. In the span of three days the two planted orange tiger lilies that covered every school potted trees, they snuck into an made a cameo in her dad’s interview with Nadia Chamock, and they somehow managed to make every bird in Paris land on the Eiffel Tower. They didn’t even try to do it, they just wanted to feed the pigeons but soon every bird in the city was there. By the end of the week the ladybug and bee were nicknamed the Lilies of Paris.
Summer was too quick to end but Mari didn’t seem to mind. That just meant that she would be returning to Gotham and would be with her brothers. Not to mention that they were in essence training her when she was with them.
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Most of her time with the boys was mainly spent with Dick. She and Dick would parkour all around the cave and she was a natural at gymnastics. She got the hang of her yo-yo when transformed and that was when they noticed that her strength and stamina was off the charts compared to other children.
She and Tim would mostly work on hand to hand combat but that mostly resulted in Tim on the floor, while Mari stood triumphant.
Bruce specifically tried to keep Mari from Jason, in fear that he would teach Little Mari how to shoot. But his attempts were in vain, to his credit Jason didn’t show her how to shoot a gun but how to disarm and disassemble different gums in a safe way. That was actually pretty good thinking and he should have thought of that.
To Bruce’s astonishment, or he should really say utter horror, little Mari loved Jason’s motorcycle. It got to the point that not even Jagged could argue whenever Jason picked up Mari from school on his bike. Both he and Jagged swear that Jason is going to end up teaching her to ride before either of them teach her to drive. Jason just loves the fact that Mari loves to ride with him, and Bruce doesn’t oppose this as Jason is always more careful whenever she is with him, or around them in general.
Bruce could tell that this little pixie, yes even he admits that he calls her pixie, has changed the entire family. He would however not let her out as the Ladybug holder in Gotham, but she was adamant on changing their suits and crafted them. Hell, he knew she was a wizard with design but even he was shocked at what she could do. What that girl could do with a needle, thread, and Kevlar reinforced fabric and armor plating was amazing.
He would force her to even make some for their daily lives. Dick, Tim, Alfred, and Himself had gotten several suits that were damn impossible to tell what they were made of. Jason got several more casual outfits and many leather jackets. Mari even made herself several outfits, particularly her favorites were legging that she wore with her uniform and when she rode with Jason. It came to the point that Bruce practically forced Mari to only wear reinforced clothes for her protection, thankfully Tikki was on his side and she did, the only exception was her uniform.
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Mari was never a normal kid and that much was evident, it wasn’t until she and Tikki were talking during a stay at Wane manor when she was 9 that everything came to light. Alfred walked into the room and that was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was Tikki that changed his perception.
Tikki was floating in front of Miss Marinette, looking sad and trying to comfort the child. Alfred immediately went to the girl and noticed what was happening.
“Miss Mari” he tried to get her attention, but she simply stared straight forwards. The family began to come into the room and silence permeated the manor.
That was when she stared at Jason with tears running down her face, “J… Jay… Jay-Jay why are… why are you covered in chaos magic” everyone was staring at the girl quiet as they realized what she was saying. “Why are you covered in magic from the Lazarus Pit?” the collective in the room were shocked no one made a sound. As Alfred looked around, he even saw Tikki shake in what appeared to be a mix of sadness and fright.
“How do you know that name, Mari?” the little god spoke finally breaking the silence.
“I” she looked around seemingly unsure if she should continue “I just heard it, I saw it, it was it was like a ritual”
“Tikki is this normal for a miraculous holder” Bruce asked attempting to take the attention from little Mari.
Tikki simply shook her head “No it isn’t. seeing the Lazarus arura is for a Ladybug, but this knowledge is not normal…” then she simply stared at the girl. “Mari do you think?” the question was left unfinished, but the meaning was not lost on Mari.
Miss Marinette looked shocked and seemed close to tears. Resigned she finally spoke “it might be, it’s the most logical” after this the child went silent.
“What does this incur exactly?” Alfred spoke from kneeling beside Marinette.
The little god seemed to think before finally stating “Her soulmate” that left everyone quiet once again. “Mari knows how to fight, that much you know but what you don’t is that she has never had any type of training. The same goes for several languages she has never studied, she can read a person’s body language without any difficulty, and now this.” the little goddess states. The boys simply stare at her.
Bruce kneeled down and pulled Mari into a hug. And seemed to whisper something into her ear. Her eyes widened in surprise before she began to cry, and she was taken into Bruce’s arms and they walked out. The next thing Alfred knew was that it was loud, and the boys began to rush after Bruce. They finally found him in Mari’s room speaking softly, to softly to overhear, that they had to open the door but were met with an icy glare and left.
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yyxgin · 4 years ago
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stray kids as girl group songs because i can't sleep on a monday night
series of the few girlgroup songs i know bc i only stan boygroups and mostly listen to just that,, followed by a short cute scenario inspired by that said song bc it's the middle of the night and i can't sleep 💫💓❣
all of the blurbs are like 100 words at most, no warnings i think ?? yeah :') mostly fluff. enjoy.
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bang chan as really really by cherry bullet
okay but the lyrics to this are so cute and so chan 🥺🥺 like there's a line that goes like "even my insecurities turned into confidence" and if that doesnt scream channie to you then i don't know what will. like the song sounds just so cute and warm and like a warm hug in spring 💫☁️💓
"i really, really like you." you hear chan say, making your mouth hang open in surprise.
"me?" you ask.
"yeah, who else?"
"n-no, that's- i'm not that likeable-"
"stop it, y/n. you are the most likeable person i know and you bring me so much happiness and comfort every single day. so stop doubting yourself, you silly, okay?"
minho as not shy by itzy
you feel the blush on your cheeks deepen as he deletes the space in between the two of you, enveloping you in a tight hug. you see a butterfly fly around, much similiar to the ones in your stomach, making you softly giggle. "i like you too, chan."
okay is it just me or do itzy songs just scream minho energy ?? we stan confident queens. also their dance--- queens. okay. well, this song captures minho's confident attractive side the most i feel like 😎 like imagine a confident confession by our boy minho over here ??
"what do you even want, minho?" you furrow your brows in frustration and confusion all at once, waving your hands in the air.
"i want you." he says, gazing deep into your eyes.
you are left with no words in your mouth, breathing quickening at his gaze, his aura capturing you in a way you didn't know it could before.
"minho-"
your words are soon cut off by his mouth on yours, but you're glad, because you didn't really have anything to say anyway.
changbin as witch by the good girl cast
this song is a whole ass vibe my girls jiwoo and jamie snapped in this 🥵🥵 it's just has that badass dark vibe changbin radiates at all times (except from when he's in his soft zone lol) and like some good mafia aus can be written with this vibe but i don't do those so yeah here's a little something confusing
"what did i do?" asks changbin in the arms of the police, a deep smirk sitting on his lips.
"oh, you already know, young man." spits the policemen, bringing him into the car, leaving you watching him with eyes fierce, insides burning. this again?
"wait for me, babygirl, yeah?" yells changbin your way, his blonde locks falling into his eyes.
you ignore his calling. "i'm gonna come back. as always. yeah?" smirks changbin.
he's not the bad guy. or is he?
hyunjin as psycho by red velvet
ummmm- are we even surprised ?? no. he owns the psycho cover and i watch it at least 3 times a day for good luck and clear skin 💫😎 but like this song is about someone coming to ruin you and like be honest did hyunjin completely ruin you or are you normal
you dry the tears off your cheeks, a sad smile coming onto your features, feeling like a psychopath again, falling for his games and for his tricks, just like every time.
"you just love me too much, right?" smirks hyunjin, placing a hand onto your cheek, rubbing small circles onto it to comfort you.
you sniffle, scoffing. you are pathetic. so, so pathetic. but you're never going to change.
because you're never going to stop loving him.
"yeah."
jisung as fancy by twice
okay are we even surprised part 2 ?? he ate that shit up, like that 💫💓dalkomhan chocolate ice-cream-cheoreom nogabeorineun jigeum nae gibun so lovely☁️💟 lives in my head rent-free 24/7 and i listen to the fancy cover literally every single day (while aggresively skipping wooj*n's face) and i am not even joking at this point. and the VIBE ?? the VIBEEE ?? jisung and you being your each others first love and dhskskdn omg my heart-
"i like you so much." mumbles jisung into your neck, planting a soft peck on it in the process, making you giggle.
"i know. you tell me every single day." you say, looking into his eyes, feeling like you see the whole entire universe in them, gazing into them as if they answer the questions to everything there is in the world.
"okay. let me change it up a little, then," giggles jisung, pecking your lips, "i love you."
you stare at him in awe, euphoria of hearing him say those words for the first time taking over you, a wide smile appearing on your mouth. "i love you too."
felix as hip by mamamoo
okay are we even surprised part 3 like ummm that boy ate the choreo up 🥵🥰 umm yeah but hip and mamamoo in general are so cool and so is felix lmao (btw hip is the song that got me into kpop this march 🥺🥺) and like hip is about being who you are and respecting and loving someone with everything they are 💓💫
"sometimes i even wonder why you're dating me in the first place." you mumble, your hair greasy and your loose t-shirt falling over your hips.
"what? why would you think about something like that?" felix furrows his brows, confused about your sudden confession.
"well, a girl like me is no fit for a boy like you. you're all cool and stuff and here i am with my oily hair and loose clothes..." you gesture to your body, feeling embarrased by even bringing it up.
"you're cool too, stop that. i love you just the way you are." he smiles, pecking your lips, suddenly making all your worries dissapear.
seungmin as lovesick girls by blackpink
okay i don't know what it is but this song just screams seungmin to me,, like the idea of knowing you'll get hurt by love but still wanting it nonthless, needing love and desiring it... also,,the vibes of like the evening summer city just sit so well with seungmin in my opinion
you put your legs out of the window of the going car, singing at the top of your lungs, passing the lamposts and counting how many of them are on the long highway.
you turn around to look at seungmin on the driver's seat, humming the song with you, looking at you once in a while, his heart beating fast at the presence of you in his car this late at night. he promised himself he's not going to fall in love again, but you weren't making it any easier for him. he was born to be alone, but you make him feel like loneliness is not the answer.
"i never want this moment to stop." you blurt out, amazed by the empty highway.
"yeah," sighs seungmin, watching you for a just a few seconds to still drive safely, feeling his heart combusting at the way your hair blows in the breeze, "me neither."
jeongin as la di da by everglow
retro vibes and jeongin = 💫💫💫 yes yes yes. anyways, umm idk this song just makes me think of like the hated couple walking along the night city when it's the carnival or something and everyone's just staring at you and gossiping bc they are jealous,,but you two don't care bc you just love each other too much 🤪❣
you turn your head to kiss him in the line for the carousel, seeing the disgusted faces of your classmates gossiping somewhere in the distance.
"people are staring again, jeongin," you whisper, looking to the ground.
"they are just jealous, baby. let's go, it's our turn." he giggles, taking you by the hand and pulling you to the carousel, making you laugh in the process as you get on and get prepared to yell your lungs out on the ride.
yeah, jeongin was right.
they are just jealous. let them know how much you're enjoying yourself.
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3racha4u · 4 years ago
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💮 bang chan
free fall by changbeanie [mafia! au, action! au, romance! au; 10.3k +2 more parts; warning: swearing, mention of drugs, violence]
let's play by chocojjk [fake dating! au, 700-1.4k, 4-5 parts]
priceless by chaoticminhos [rich kid! au, enemies to lovers! au; fluff, angst; 14.3k]
💮 lee know
a fairytale that lasts by jeonginks [fluff, angst; 13.7k]
99¢ dreams by honeybammie [fluff; 2.9k]
paws off by utopianvoices [relationship! au; fluff; 2.5k]
the chancellor by luvknow [royal! au, enemies to lovers! au; fluff, angst; 4.7k]
one, two, punch by 000609 [school! au; fluff; 3k]
don't leave me by scahngbin [unrequited love! au; fluff angst;
i love you, you know? by mrs-i-have-too-many-biases [fluff, angst; 1.1k]
meow by thevampywarlock [fluff, angst;
i'll be here, always and forever. by scxrlettwxtches [female! reader; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort; 2.7k; cw: description of migraines]
symphony by lixesque [enemies to lovers! au, fake dating! au; fluff, angst; 15.7k; cw: implied nsfw, mention of vomiting]
Of Poison Love & Never Agains by sleepylixie [enemies to lovers! au, royal! au, female! reader; fluff, angst; 6k; cw: swearing]
between the lines by maatryoshkaa [female! reader, retro!high school au, slow burn, slice-of-life romance, slight enenmies-to-lovers shenanigans; 9.7k; check original post for warnings]
the enemies to lovers project by softukiyos [enemies to lovers! au, fake dating! au, college! au; fluff, slight angst; 18k+; tw: suggestive]
dumb and ridiculous! by getcooler [frenemies to lovers! au, fake dating! au, college! au, fem! reader; fluff, angst; 10k; check original post for warnings]
💮 changbin
use me by honeybammie [angst, 1.5k]
for your convenience by luvknow [bad boy! au, convenience store clerk! reader; fluff, angst; 4.3k; tw: alcohol]
beautiful by changbinsir [relationship! au; fluff, angst; tw: bullying
time lapse by missinghan [idiots to lovers! au, long distance relationship! au; fluff, angst; 14.9k]
enemies to lovers! au by taelme [childhood penpal! au, film club! au; fluff, angst; 17k]
comfy space by loveaekki [fluff; 280+]
set on you by changbeanie [enemies to lovers! au, brother’s best friend! au, fuckboy! au; fluff, angst; 20.2k; tw: explicit language, alcohol consumption, suggestive remarks]
4:55pm by sir3racha [established relationship! au; comfort; 370; cw: mention of insecurities, slightly suggestive mention]
💮 hyunjin
just a bet by okayau [bet! au, school! au; fluff, angst; 2 parts
worn out jackets by scxrlettwxtches [bad boy! au, class president! reader; fluff, angst; 2 parts 10k each; cw: swearing]
💮 han
christmas for two by softstraykids [fuckboy! au, enemies to lovers! au; fluff; 4k]
distance by treerachas [fluff, angst; 2.1k]
alone by hyuksoftie [fluff, angst; 2.7k]
pepero kisses by guccybangtan [fluff; 600+]
blood like gasoline by solhyungs [bad girl! reader; angst; 490+]
patch me up by chenle [bad boy! au; fluff, angst; 1.9k; cw: kwj; tw: slight description of fighting/wounds]
calm after the storm by sparklingskz [college! au, enemies to lovers! au; fluff; 1.7k]
the color blue by jeonginks [magic! au; fluff angst; 12.6k]
12:27 am by shine-skz [fluff; 300+]
lay all your love on me by sofhyuk [rich kid! au, friends to lovers! au; fluff; 9k]
the happiest. by jeonginks [soulmate! au, friends to lovers! au; fluff, angst; 14.4k]
kingpin by luvknow [hitman! au, fem! reader; 15k; tw: drug cartel, guns, blood]
ocean eyes by kpoptextauwu [fluff; 1k]
16:21 PM by straykidsimagines [cuddly han; fluff; 960+]
sweet dreams by maatryoshkaa [comfort, angst; 1.2k; cw: nightmare]
hear.t fm by luvknow [radio dj! au, college! au, friends to lovers! au; fluff, angst; 5.2k]
16:48 by entropyskz [fluff; 1.2k]
fake dating au by chenle [fluff, angst; 3.2k]
that's my girl by wingsofkpop [mafia! au; 2.2k; cw: violence]
when he's jealous by tiny-blank [fluff; 480+]
young god series by maatroshkaa [serial killer! au; fluff, angst; 16 chapters; cw: kwj; check chapters for warnings]
cuddly mood by moonlightskids [fluff; 340+]
the red notebook by scxrlettwxtches [pre-idol! au; fluff, angst; 9.6k]
7:55 p.m. by recaptcha97 [fluff; 170+]
for your entertainment by hyunsracha [fluff; 2.3k]
09:13 by sunnydhyuk
enemies to lovers! au from taelme [college! au, roommate! au, tattoo apprentice! au; fluff, angst; 18k]
speed it up! by chenle [street racer! au
even if things were different by skzsauce01 [arranged marriage! au, fem! reader; fluff, angst; 8.6k]
rap lesson by hyunsluvv [relationship! au, idol! au; fluff;
cheesecake solves everything by freckledquokka [relationship! au, idol! au; fluff;
j:mixtape/heart_drive by jeonginify [fake dating! au, soundcloud rapper! au; angst, humor; 24k; tw: alcohol, explicit language]
facelessly. by jeonginks [college! au; mystery, fluff, angst; 16.3k; tw: mentions of suicide and killing, anxiety attacks]
penalty kick by peaches-writes [slice of life! au, frienemies/rivals to lovers! au, coming of age, neighbor! au, school! au; fluff; 12k; tw: explicit language, alcohol, mentions of injuries]
jisung as your boyfriend by skiiyoonmin [relationship! au, fluff, 700+]
heart attack! by peaches-writes [rivals to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au, royal au, college au, roommates / housemates au; fantasty, fluff, angst; 25.1k; check original post for warnings]
rule breaker by mxxndreams [fake dating! au, college! au, fem! reader; romance, fluff, angst; 85.6k in 15 parts; cw: mentions of alcohol]
kiss it better by purplylinos [established relationship! au; fluff; 100+; cw: mention of a boo boo 🥺]
date in studio with hannie by blueprint-han [established relationship! au, fem! reader; fluff; 600+]
scintillia by softyn [fake dating! au; fluff, angst; 5k; cw: swearing, makeout session]
💮 felix
all alone by chenle [shooting star! au, fluff, angst, 2.1k]
felix being clingy by straynstay [relationship! au, fluff, 160]
cheer up! by chenle [felix sad boy, fluff, 1.2k]
counting his freckles by straynstay
accidentally ignoring you by straynstay [fluff; 440+]
back in the days by jeonginks [deskmate! au, fluff; 3.2k]
make you mine by chenle [friends to lovers! au]
anything for you by luvknow [rich kid! au, friends to lovers! au; fluff, angst; 11.2k; cw: alcohol, driving under the influence, abuse]
pporappippam by chaninfused [fluff;
sugar sugar by taecup-fics [baker!au, ex lovers! au; fluff, angst; 23.7k; cw: mean Felix]
💮 seungmin
poetry by hyunsracha [fluff, 2k]
💮 i.n.
2:08 am [fluff; 450+]
❤️ skz reactions
s/o is oddly affectionate by solhyungs
s/o playfully bites them by solhyungs
you have chubby cheeks by solhyungs
🌸 yunho
true feelings series: selfless by every1studio [angst;
fake dating! au from okayau [bad girl! reader; fluff, angst;
🌸 san
i could be the one for you by cle1024 [bad boy! au, fake dating! au, enemies to lovers! au; fluff, angst;
🌸 mingi
miss you by justsomefluff [fluff;
top shelf by cherryatiny [slice of life! au; fluff;
🌸 jongho
don't start now. by dreampeachwritings [ice hockey player! au, college! au; fluff, angst; unfinished]
chocolate milk to spiked punch by teddybear-yn [childhood friends! au; fluff, angst; on-hold; cw: alcohol, roofies]
for you by dear-yunho [relationship! au; comfort; fluff, angst; 2k]
🥀 choi hyunsuk
more by shinesunwoo [fake dating! au; fluff; 1k; cw: one mention of wine]
🔥 junhan
Do You Hate Me? by stay-mon-army [fluff, angst; 2.2k]
🔥 jooyeon
Stay With Me? by stay-mon-army [fluff, angst; 2.4k; cw: swearing, panic-attack-like symptoms]
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plutowatchesyou · 5 years ago
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MELANCHOLY NIGHTS PT 1 | NCT DREAM
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a/n : heyy guys so it seemed like y’all wanted more of this and I did enjoy writing it and even though I’ve started school this week, I’m still in quarantine so i really have nothing better to do. 
𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽
genre : fluff, bad boy au, retro au, high school au
pairings : nct dream x reader
warnings : swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of drug usage
words : 2,6k
summary : after a chemical high you come crashing down into the hell hole that is reality when the town’s so called bad boys move in next door.
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holy shit.
you were so happy. you were so calm. you floated around this colourful void that had unnaturally coloured palm trees and broken statues of naked people that you swore you knew but you also didn’t really care because “hehe look how small your dick is dude.”
you floated aimlessly not really knowing where you were headed. Now you were in a castle with your brother and Taeyong, they both had on crowns that were titled and clothes that clearly looked like costumes bought from the reject shop next to the bakery down the street.
you sat between them giggling, at what? you don’t know, and frankly you also didn’t care. You turned to Johnny who was laughing his ass off and asked “the fuck you laughing at?” 
he wipes away a single nonexistent tear in a dramatic fashion while gripping your arms tightly “we’re flying Jack, we’re flying!” All three of you burst out laughing as the wind blew your hair in your face, you looked down and saw that the couch you three were sitting on was now floating in the clouds.
usually you would be crying and screaming to get put down but the euphoria running through your system just made a wave of giggles past through you again as you watch your legs dangle over the edge. 
This was nice, you cuddle up to the boys in the hammock that was tied to between the two thick trees in the jungle as you shut your eyes. You were so happy.
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ughhhhhhhh.
you woke up feeling like shit, so just a normal morning for you. You turned to your left and almost shit yourself at the sight of your brother. You didn’t remember Johnny getting back home, he must’ve been hella tired since he was still completely dressed. 
after 3 failed attempts of pulling yourself up you finally succeeded, you felt like a ton of rocks, you gripped your head and let out a yawn. You turned to the other side of the bed to find a knocked out Taeyong. You reached over his naked chest and grabbed your phone next to the remaining joint that you and Taeyong shared last night. You tugged at your phone a couple times before the charger detached. 
Opening your phone and scrolling through instagram and twitter for awhile before the intense urge to pee came upon you, you crawled over Taeyong not before taking a snap of Johnny’s drooling face and sending it as streaks.
you entered the small bathroom and closed the door, going straight to the toilet. after doing that shit you wash your dam hands because you ain’t no detty pig. You stared at the mirror. 
yikes.
you dragged your hands over your face and let out a groan. You opened the mirror cabinet grabbing the antidepressants that your doctor prescribed you who knows how long ago.
you slammed the mirror shut and grabbed a tube of concealer that was on the verge of falling off the sink and squeezed some onto the back of your hand before dabbing your finger in it and aggressively rubbing it under your eyes.
you heard groaning as the door slams open, Taeyong stumbles in going to turn on the shower. 
“hey Tae where’s the eyedrops?”
“ughh shit, we need to get more of those, um i think i saw some under the bed.” Taeyong said as he rubbed his already messy bright red hair. You nodded and left the bathroom, not before popping one too many happy pills into your mouth.
you got on your knees and looked under the bed. “god since when last did we clean under here? oi Tae what did we say about having friends over?” you smirked as you turned to Taeyong who had just stopped taking off his pants at the sight of an old used condom dangling from your fingers. “oh shut it y/n, that was ages ago, plus it was the last time she ever saw this fine piece of ass again, she couldn’t even-” Taeyong’s rant was cut off by his own girly screech as the old condom came flying at him. 
you giggled as you grabbed the eyedrops behind a sock and unscrewed the cap before squirting it somewhat evenly between both of your eyes.
you walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard, grabbing a muesli bar. You sit on the counter and start eating it as Johnny stumbles into kitchen turning the kettle on.
“hello sleeping beauty.” you smile at him as he reaches over your head to grab a mug. “morning sunshine.” he replies back, pecking you on the cheek. “when did you get back? must’ve been late since you’re still fully dressed.” you take another bite of the bar.
“yeah, got into a fight with some people last night and decided to drive back home. By the time i got back here the joint you shared with Tae was already out.” he said taking off his shoes and tugging off his jeans before replacing them with one of the many sweatpants lying around. “you drove from the city Johnny, you must’ve been driving all night, I mean what about your classes?”
Johnny smiled and took off his shirt before pouring the hot water into the mug and plopping an instant coffee packet in it. “it’s fine I only missed one class this morning, and plus I would’ve been close to leaving around this time anyway.”
you rolled your eyes as Johnny sipped his coffee. There was a sudden loud knock at the door, you and Johnny looked at each other raising an eyebrow. The knocking soon progressed into banging as it continued. You stuffed the rapper of your muesli bar into Johnny’s pocket and drank some of his coffee.
“for fucks sake will one of you idiots get the damn door!” Tae yelled popping his head out of the bathroom as steam seeped out. You and Johnny laughed and replied in sync “yes mum!”, a slam of the bathroom door came seconds after.
you rolled your eyes at your brother before hopping off the kitchen counter and making your way towards the door, your skyscraper of a brother following you to do his duty of being the overprotective older sibling™.
You unlocked the door and opened it, catching the fist of your door’s assaulter. You released it with a groan as you came face to face with Jeno, behind him was Jaemin and Chenle. “what the fuck do you want?” you said crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
The three boys stood shocked and silent in front of your door, just staring at you and your brother. Your brother. Oh fuck Johnny was shirtless and you were dressed in one of his shirts. 
See everyone in the town knew you were related to the walking lamp post since when he was school he made sure nobody messed with you, but everyone also hasn’t seen Johnny in almost a year now since he usually stayed inside whenever he came home from the city before driving back there. 
you stopped yourself from slapping the three boys when you saw a blush make it’s way onto Chenle’s face as Jaemin looked down ears red and Jeno’s lips trembled as he kept looking between you and Johnny.
“oh for fucks sake he’s my brother! god males nasty.” you put your hand up before Johnny could protest, “oi you can’t say anything.” Johnny let out a grunt.
“you three how do you know y/n?” you rolled your eyes as you could feel the overprotectiveness radiate from Johnny. The three stumble over their words, you scoffed, so much for a bunch of bad boys. 
“they don’t know me, they’re Jisung’s friends. Why they came banging on our door i have no idea, and frankly i could care less because i’m gonna be late.” you walked under johnny’s arm that was propped on the door frame and walked to the bathroom. 
You opened the door and grabbed the jeans you left in there and tugged them on. “off to work love?” Taeyong asked as he combed his fingers through his hair. “sadly. where you off to?” you asked as you grabbed a brush and started to tug at your own hair. “no where really, i can give you a lift there if i can get a free breakfast.” he gave you a smirk through the mirror. “a discount is all you’re getting.” he just chuckled and pecked your cheek before leaving the bathroom. 
you followed after him and caught the sneakers he threw your way, slipping them on and grabbing your bag and jacket, stuffing your phone and earphones into the pocket of it. You and Tae made your way to the door where a shirtless Johnny still stood. 
“see ya slut.” you giggled slapping him on the ass before squealing when he picked you up giving you a hug before putting you down after Taeyong gave him a smack upside his head. “bye you two, oi wait where you headed?”
“work.”
“breakfast.”
You and Taeyong both replied still walking to the stairs and past the three silent boys that were just observing the moment. “bye you two.” Johnny said as he closed the door.
Tae grabbed you hand and started to ramble on about what he wanted for breakfast, you turned your head to look back at the three boys and frowned at them when you saw them all staring.
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you looked up from the magazine as the shops door bell rang. You let out an annoyed sigh as Mark, Haechan and Jisung walked in.
“thought you worked at the old diner y/n” Haechan called out to you as he started flipping through a stack of records. “haven’t seen a girl with two jobs before Haechan?” you smirked back as you used your feet that was propped against the counter to swivel your chair side to side.
You kept your eyes locked onto the magazine when you saw Jisung start to make his way over to you. He leaned on the counter and just looked at you. “aren’t you going to ask if i need any assistance.” you could practically hear the grin when he said that and you resisted the urge to return it. “you’ve been here before you can figure it out.” 
it was silent between you two for a bit before Jisung spoke up, “did i do something wrong.” this made you take your feet off the counter and stand up as Jisung got up from leaning on the counter. 
“i don’t know Jisung, what do you think?” you bit back as you walked out from behind the counter and picked up a stack of records and made your way to the shelves, Jisung following after you like a lost puppy. “okay so can you tell me what exactly did i do?” Jisung mumbled as he watched you sort the records.
“do you wanna tell me why three of your little friends were outside my house banging on my door this morning?” you turned to him and leaned on one leg giving him a ‘you’re gonna get it’ smile.
Jisung gave you a cute confused tilt of his head. “what? who?” you rolled your eyes at him, “who do you think idiot, Dolphin boy, muscle man and pretty boy were just standing at my doorstep this morning, and they even though I slept with my fucking brother.” you walked around the shelves and shuddered at the last part. 
“pretty boy?” he asked innocently with a hint of something else. “I mean I don’t even talk to your moron friends so why the hell were they at my house?” you questioned as you stopped walking and turned sharply around to face Jisung.
“p-pretty boy? who’s pretty boy?” you rolled your eyes and walked past the tall boy and towards Mark and Haechan. “oi since utility poll over there is malfunctioning, why don’t one of you tell me why your friends were banging on my door this morning.” Mark looked up and looked around before his eye landed on you, his mouth still slightly opened.
“what the fuck are you talking about?” Haechan asked, “Chenle, Jeno and Jaemin were knocking on my fucking door this morning and when i answered it they just stood there, opening and closing their mouths like fucking fish.” you leaned against one of the shelves as Jisung comes up behind you. “wait which one of them is ‘pretty boy’?” he pouted and you gave him a ‘seriously dude?’ look before turning your head back to the males in front of you.
“afternoon love, your shift is over for today.” Chris walked in from the back and gave you a bright smile, you returned it. 
“wait did you say Jeno, Chenle and Jaemin?” Mark suddenly asked. You gave him a nod and his eyes widened, “what? what about them Mark?” Haechan asked the older boy. “they were checking out the people who were living near us.” 
silence.
“excuse me, the fuck?” you asked. You turned to Jisung, “oh yeah i forgot to tell you that me and the guys decided to live together so we found this place to rent, Renjun knows the owner of the place so we were able to get a bit of a discount.” you cut Jisung off by walking away.
You made your way to the counter where Chris was and grabbed your bag. “Cheers Chris, will I be sharing the tomorrow’s shift with you?” “uh, um yeah we are.” you smiled and gave him a quick hug that he returned and jumped over the counter. 
“Jisung! you’re walking with me. Come on!” you said storming out the door, Jisung following close behind.
When you made it out onto the street it was pouring down with rain, you pulled your jacket tighter to yourself and jogged across the street to the undercover. Jisung came up beside you, “why you mad at me?”. You looked at him “because how the fuck did you forget to tell me you were moving in with those morons, and how fucking stupid are you to not realise that it was the same building I lived in?!” You started to make your way home through the rain, Jisung walking beside you. “well, you never let me in your house-” “no, you can’t use that excuse. You’ve walked me home multiple times and you’ve even come to my door too.”
the walk back to the apartment complex was just you questioning Jisung and him trying to deflect it. By the time you were climbing the stairs it was silent between the two of you. “look, i’m sorry y/n.” you stopped, turning to look at your friend over your shoulder. “i really am, this was part of the reason i didn’t want to tell you, i was scared of how you would react, i know that you don’t really like the boys, so i didn’t want you to know that i was not only moving in with them, but that i was only just down the hall from where you lived.”
you turned fully around and looped your arms around Jisung’s neck. “look Jisung, i understand why you moved in with the boys, honestly as much as i don’t like those idiots, i’m glad you’re living with them, you’re safer with them. I’m not mad at you, just a bit disappointed.” You hugged the boy and let out a sigh. 
Both of you walked up the stairs, “want to see it?” “huh?” you turned to Jisung raising an eyebrow. “want to see where i live now?”, you shrugged “sure.”
Jisung smiled and grabbed your hand, walking up another flight of stairs, passing your own apartment door and walking down the hall. You both stopped in front of one door and Jisung pulled out a key from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. hands still linked the two of you walked through the door. 
“what the fuck? don’t tell me you two walked in that rain?!”
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meztliel · 5 years ago
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When Love Hits You
For Day one of GoChi Week 2020
Prompt: College Au
Chi-Chi’s first day on campus is not going the way she expected. 
Her head whips sideways as something solid comes out of nowhere and hits her on the right side of her head. Chi-Chi wobbles, brain swimming as dots and stars dance across her vision. Her roommate Lazuli is thankfully there to catch her before she trips over, holding her by the elbow and waist as Chi-Chi regains her balance.
“Hey! Are you okay?” She hears someone yell, presumably the person who threw whatever it was at her. She looks down at her feet and sees it’s a football. Figures.
“I think you might have given her a concussion.”
Chi-Chi looks up to see who Lazuli is talking to, and sees a jock in an orange t-shirt running towards them from across the lawn of the frat house, looking concerned as he stops in front of them. He’s hot, she thinks absurdly, noting this unimportant detail in spite of or because of the possible concussion.
“I’m really sorry,” he says, picking up the football with a frown on his too-handsome face. “I think I overdid it.”
“Nah, it’s my fault. I should’ve caught it," a different voice says.
It’s only then she notices the other person next to them, a short jock with a shaved head who is also wearing an orange t-shirt. He seems to be more focused on Lazuli than in addressing Chi-Chi. Not surprising, considering Lazuli is a knock-out, but he can at least express more concern for the situation than drooling over her friend, since if he’d caught the damn thing her head wouldn’t have done it for him.
Suddenly, a swell of anger rises to bubble out of her mouth.
“Be careful where you aim that thing! There are students walking up and down this sidewalk, you know.”
She regrets yelling immediately as it brings another throb to her headache. Not only that, but the hot guy flinches away like a scolded puppy at her outburst, and Chi-Chi is reminded that it was only an accident.
Chi-Chi would’ve expected a jock like him to reply with something snarky, something excusing his careless disregard for student safety, but instead he twists his eyebrows remorsefully as he scratches his temple in a nervous gesture.
“I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do to help…”
“We’re good. Come on, let’s get you to the infirmary.”
Lazuli begins to pull Chi-Chi away, quickly raking her eyes over the shorter of the two jocks with a a look of mild interest.
As Lazuli guides her away to the campus medical facility, Chi-Chi casts her eyes over her shoulders, seeing that the two men are still staring at them as they walk away.
The good news is that she doesn’t have a concussion. The bad news is, she now has a rather large lump on the side of her head. She presses an ice pack against it as she watches the students trickle into the classroom, wondering why her first day of college had to start off like this.
She's been looking forward to life on campus since she got accepted to this university, and while Chi-Chi wasn't expecting it to be perfect, she also wasn't expecting to get decked in the head by a wayward football.
Incidentally, the last student to wander into the classroom happens to be the very guy who happened to throw that football, his eyes widening and mirroring hers when he spots her sitting next to the only seat available.
He then bashfully smiles at her as he takes his seat next to her, smelling like sweat and soap.
“Um. Hi. How are you doing?” His tone is slightly nervous, but it’s also friendly and sounds genuinely concerned.
Chi-Chi can tell just by looking at him that he's probably a popular guy both around and outside of campus, because he is not only good-looking, but actually seems like a nice person. Careless, maybe a bit meathead-y, but nice.
With a roll of her eyes, she indicates the ice pack pressed against her head. “I’ll live.”
He smiles, a simple tug of lips that somehow make him look even more handsome. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”
Before she can even conceive up a proper response to that, the professor walks in, introducing himself simply as ‘Whis.’
Because it’s a small class, Professor Whis has the students go around and briefly introduce themselves, having them say their name along with a few random facts about themselves.
When it's the hot jock's turn, she can practically see hearts dancing in front of some of the students' eyes as he waves at all of them with a look in his face that can light up an entire stadium.
“Hi, I’m Goku. I like football and kung fu movies."
That’s it. That’s all he says, and it’s the only name among her fellow classmates that Chi-Chi is going to remember.
“So, Chi-Chi, was it? Where’s your next class? Can I walk you there?”
The other students are filing out, the class having been dismissed mere seconds ago. Chi-Chi slings her heavy book bag over her shoulders, her mouth parted in astonishment at his inquiry.
Throughout the lecture, he’d been stealing glances at her, trying his best to be subtle but failing to be so because she would catch him staring at her nearly every time she looked his way. Which in turn, means that she also was staring, but it’s only because he was doing it in the first place.
Chi-Chi brushes off these furtive glances as nothing more than his guilt for having thrown a football at her head, and nothing else.
Sure, Chi-Chi is aware that she is objectively pretty, but she’s not drop-dead gorgeous like Lazuli, or classically beautiful like her other housemate, Bulma. She’s just pretty. She's the girl next door type that guys won’t turn their heads for on the street but might smile at from across a library or gym.
Unlike Goku, who’s not only turning heads, but is also probably causing whiplashes, and not just because he threw a football at their head.
A guy like him can get the kind of women you’ll see in the front covers of swimsuit magazines, so she really shouldn’t feel flattered that he’s walking her to her class, or that he offers to carry her book bag (which he does), or that he hasn’t stopped smiling since she accepted to let him walk her to her next class.
Her brain starts to conjure up excuses as to why he's being so friendly with her. Maybe he has an underlying motive. Maybe he wants her to be his next lay. Or maybe, again, he simply has guilt about what happened earlier and feels obliged to be extra nice to her. Neither of these motives are appealing to her, so she cuts him off mid-sentence while he’s rambling about classic kung-fu films, saying that she’s gotta hurry or she'll be late.
His expression is startled as she grabs her book bag back from him and then runs off to her next class, wondering why she's like this.
It doesn't take long before they're reunited again, and it's only a few hours later on in the evening at a party their sister house is hosting.
"Hello again," he says as he sits next to her on the couch, holding a water bottle instead of a red plastic cup like everyone else in this house is.
Everyone but her, and evidently him.
"Hey," she says back, feeling a kick in her chest as he looks at her with that perfect, disarming smile of his. It's probably felled thousands before her, and she's determined that she won't fall victim to it. She won't.
There are people all around them who are absolutely trashed. Grinding against each other as hip hop booms out the speakers. Playing beer pong and other silly little drinking games. Making out in the corners and wherever else they feel like.
Meanwhile, here they are, two sober individuals who keep running into each other and are basically forced to interact.
"How come you're sitting all alone here? Your head still hurt?"
Chichi laughs sarcastically through her nose. "I have class in the morning and don't wanna show up with a hangover. But I can't sleep, either, because I live here."
"Oh, this is your party?"
"Not my party. My housemate Bulma's party. She wanted to end the first day of college with a bang, and everyone else agreed with her. Majority vote ruled, so I had to go along with it."
It's an amazing coincidence that this new roommate of hers, Bulma, also happens to be childhood best friends with this cute boy sitting beside her, a cute boy who just doesn't seem to want to leave her alone as he invites her out to sushi.
Between having to stay here and practically yell over the music with the stench of alcohol in the air, and going out for sushi with who may actually be the most attractive man she's ever met, she'll take the latter choice, thank you.
It's a decision she doesn't regret as the two of them walk side by side to his dorm room, their bellies full and hearts content.
At first she was reluctant to go along with him, thinking Goku was insinuating something by offering his bed so that she can actually get some sleep for tomorrow. It’s not that she’s a prude. Chi-Chi is simply not the kind of girl to have a one-night stand with a person she just met, no matter how handsome he is. In fact, she’s still a virgin, and the only other times she’s kissed boys has been on dates that never go anywhere.
So maybe she’s a little bit of a prude, but is that such a bad thing? Perhaps it’s time to shed her virginal layer, to cut a little loose on this new, exciting chapter in her life. She’s devoted her life long enough to being a responsible, disciplined student and well-behaved daughter. Maybe it’s time to live a little, and let things take their course to something more adventurous than having her nose stuck to a book.
His room is small and modest, with the most notable thing in it being the collection of retro video tapes of kung fu films sorted out randomly on a bookshelf . There’s also a poster of Bruce Lee taped on one of the walls, and Chi-Chi realizes with a start that Goku kind of, sort of resembles that classic movie star and kung fu master, except that Goku's buffer and arguably even more handsome.
Her pulse is racing as she sits on this futon, watching as he picks out one of the movies in his collection. He’s so excited to share his passion with her that she can feel the moment his smile lances her right in the heart. He’s not even trying to be smooth at this point. He’s totally geeking out and it reminds her of how she behaves when she gets started about literature.
As the night progresses they end up inching closer together, until his arm is wrapped around her shoulders and she’s all but stopped paying attention to the movie and is instead paying attention to the warmth of his body, to his beautiful profile that is like if someone carved it out of a dream.
Out of nowhere, she feels something soft and gentle kiss the right side of her head, on the lump that she had forgotten was there.
“Sorry again for hitting you with a football. But can I admit something? It was kind of funny.”
He laughs as Chi-Chi playfully slaps him on one of his pecs, noticing with surprised delight just how firm it is as she agrees and laughs along with him.
Chi-Chi doesn’t lose her virginity that night, and that’s okay, because being wrapped around in his arms like this is even better, feeling his heartbeat against her back as they cuddle on his cramped, uncomfortable futon, feeling something warmer inside her begin to spread like the light of a thousand lit candles.
Maybe her first day of college didn’t start out perfectly, but it sure is ending in the highest possible note.
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cherryrogers · 5 years ago
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falling for you {ch. 3}
pairing: bucky barnes x reader | high school au
warnings: mentions of an unhealthy relationship, mostly fluff.
synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was the plan. Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of that plan.
a/n: just wanted to say that the warnings are different for each chapter, but the synopsis is always for the whole fic - just in case that was confusing :) pls enjoy !!
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Usually, weekends for you consisted of textbooks and flashcards galore, and of course, a helping of hanging out with Bucky on the side. It hadn’t been until Sunday since you actually heard from him since seeing him at school, so on Saturday, you’d planned to get as much work as possible done so that a burden wasn’t weighing on you when Bucky inevitably whisked you away from your bedroom the next day.
However, you somehow managed to get nothing done. Your parents still hadn’t called you about the dreaded detention that’d ruined your perfect record, which was a relieving sign at first. Although as time went on, the relief began to build into more and more anxiety. Maybe they hadn’t checked in with the school yet, maybe they just didn’t know you had detention. The thought even occurred to you that perhaps they knew you had detention, but just hadn’t called you to complain about it. That seemed very unlikely, however — when any chance to lecture you appeared, they usually took it. You knew the call was coming, it was bound to, and the thought would be keeping you on edge until it actually happened. In a way, you wished they’d just call and get it over with; they’d pointlessly lectured you enough times for you to learn to tune it out.
Bucky had shown up to your house on Sunday morning, insisting that he took you out to this diner that him and the guys went to all the time. You’d woken up late that morning, after the stress of the day prior had drained you of all energy, to the sound of pounding on your door.
“Mornin’, sunshine.” He greeted you, smirking as he eyed your pyjama shorts and oversized hoodie, as well as your far from tidy hair. It was a first for him, seeing you in a still half-asleep state. The boy had forgotten to text you first, much to your frustration, but only because he was set on getting to your house as quick as possible so that you didn’t miss the breakfast specials at the diner. Besides, he still thought you were as pretty as ever, even when you’d just rolled out of bed.
He wished he could tell you that.
You sighed, rubbing your eyes with fisted hands as you attempted to not be blinded by the sudden rush of daylight through your door. “Please tell me there’s a good reason why you’re incessantly banging on my door.”
“We’re gonna take you out for breakfast, sweets.”
“We? Who else is—”
“Hey, hot stuff.” You were cut off by another voice, one you immediately recognised as Sam Wilson’s. Leaning to the side to look around Bucky, you rolled your eyes as Sam winked at you, blatantly mocking your outfit as he leaned casually against his car.
Next to him, Steve narrowed his eyes at the boy before turning to you and giving you a shy smile. “Hey, (Y/N).”
Giving both of them a hesitant wave, you set your eyes back on Bucky. Although there was that annoying voice in the back of your head screaming at you that you needed to study, you weren’t about to turn the boy down. Even if you did, you doubted he’d take ‘no’ for an answer.
Plus, you felt bad about making Bucky worry about you on Friday. Though there wasn’t really anything for him to be concerned about, you hated thinking that you were putting some sort of emotional burden on him. At the same time, however, you didn’t want him to think you didn’t care. If you kept trying to emotionally distance yourself from him, it wasn’t going to do either of you any good. You couldn’t just study to distract yourself from the rest of your life, as much as you wished you could. When you had lunch with Pietro, that seemed to make you feel better, so you were sure going out with Bucky would do the same.
“Alright, give me twenty minutes to get ready.”
“Really? No ‘I need to study’ bullshit?”
“Do you want me to make this harder for you?”
Bucky’s smirk faded into a soft smile after chuckling a little. “No, I’m glad you wanna come. See you in the car, sweets.”
After nodding and closing the front door, Bucky grinned to himself in content before making his way back over to Sam’s car.
An hour later, the four of you were tucked into a booth in the retro diner. Carter’s, it was called. Bucky and you were sat on one side of the booth, his arm resting on the top of your seat, just grazing the back of your head, while the other two boys sat opposite.
The diner was rather lovely — it had a pale pink and blue theme, gleaming neons signs placed all along the walls, even an old jukebox in the far corner playing songs from the fifties. It was quite spacious, having lots of tables and booths scattered across the tiled floor, and the place happened to be pretty crowded.
“So, what is it about this place that you like so much?” You asked, not to any of the boys in particular.
Bucky let out a laugh. “I think Steve can answer that one for you.”
Your brows furrowed before you turned your head to look at Steve, whose cheeks had began to tint a rosy pink.
“I have a friend that works here.”
“Friend? Didn’t she stay the night at your place, like, last week?” Sam questioned, earning himself a glare from the blond as Bucky snorted.
“Well, yeah. But it’s more than that; Peggy’s different.”
“That’s sweet, Steve,” You gave him a smile. “Is she still in school?”
“She goes to Shield High, yeah.”
Sam raised a brow. “Ain’t that the fancy girls school a few blocks away?”
“It’s the same one Natasha goes to.”
“Who’s Natasha?” You asked, and an odd silence followed your question. Dumbly, Sam and Steve slowly shifted their eyes towards Bucky.
You copied them, turning to look at the boy next to you, who seemed to have joined in with the uncomfortable silence too. Cocking a brow, you looked back over to the other two boys, and after a couple of quiet seconds, you got your answer.
“She’s Bucky’s ex-girlfriend,” Sam spoke, sipping his coffee to try and hide his amused smirk. “Didn’t you know? I mean, they were together for a year. A whole ass year, I thought everybody—”
“Sam, stop talking.” Steve sighed, glaring at his friend, who soon realised that perhaps not everyone was aware of the past relationship. If you’d been looking his way, you would’ve seen the awkward smile that’d settled on his lips.
Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. Natasha was Bucky’s girlfriend for a year, a year, and you had never heard her name slip from his lips once. Your gaze was set on the table, unable yet to look up at Bucky who you could sense now swarmed with guilt. Not that there was any reason for him to feel guilty. It was clearly none of your business, clearly something he didn’t want you involved in.
Before Bucky could interject, a waitress began to approach your booth, the clicking of her heels against the tiles stopping once she’d made it over. When your eyes flicked up to look at her, you were almost taken aback by her looks. She was gorgeous, definitely — her lips were painted a cherry red, and her chocolate curls were resting comfortably on her shoulders.
And by the way Steve was looking at her, you were sure he was thinking the same thing. It was pretty safe to assume the the waitress was the friend he’d been talking about.
The blond beamed up at her as she greeted him before beginning to share a sweet conversation, Sam watching them in amusement. Meanwhile, Bucky took their distraction as an opportunity to shuffle closer to you in his seat, his right thigh now pressing against your left.
The moment might’ve had your heart racing if your head wasn’t clouded with confusion over why you’d been kept in the dark by him.
Leaning down so that the conversation was kept quiet, Bucky began to talk. “I know what you’re thinking; I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Natasha. I promise, I’ll explain it all when it’s just us.”
“When were you guys together?” You asked simply, but curious as to why Bucky felt he had to apologise.
A sigh escaped his lips. “We broke up the summer before junior year. Dated when we were both sophomores.”
It felt like a punch to the gut for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, knowing Bucky had kept a whole relationship from you. A year long relationship that ended only months before you met him. A year was a long time to spend with someone — Natasha was surely someone that meant a lot to him. Countless times, you’d told Bucky your embarrassing crush stories and about the utter awkwardness that was your first kiss. There wasn’t a lot about your past that he didn’t know, so why hadn’t he trusted you with such a large part of his life?
You made the assumption that he’d never been in a proper relationship before, and since you’d never been in one either, it gave you a sense of comfort. Thinking you could relate to Bucky in that you’d never felt so strongly for someone, that you’d never loved someone. Was Bucky ever in love with her? Was he still? And what did he think of you? God, he probably thought you were pathetic. Just a little girl who’d never been in love, who’d never been on a date, who’d never done the dirty. Not that he knew that, but he could assume it, since you had a better relationship with the librarian at the library near your house than you’d ever had with another teenager.
You know what? It’s not like you and Bucky were a thing - why did he feel like he had something to explain? Hell, he could still be dating the girl and you’d be... fine with it. Yes, it’d be perfectly fine. Why wouldn’t it be? You hated having to tell yourself that you and Bucky were only friends a hundred times a day, but it was the only way to stop yourself from overthinking into a mental breakdown.
“Sweets, you okay?” His voice broke you from your trance, and you immediately inched yourself closer to the window of the diner, so your side was no longer pressed against Bucky’s.
His heart sunk at the loss of warmth from you, but he guessed he sort of deserved it. God, why hadn’t he told you before?
“I’m fine, James.” James. That’s how he knew he had fucked up.
“(Y/N)-”
“Excuse me, can we order now, please?” You pretended not to hear Bucky, leaning your elbows onto the table and interrupting Steve and Peggy’s conversation.
Peggy nodded, grabbing a pen from the pocket of her apron. “Sorry, of course you can. What can I get you all?”
Steve looked a little bummed that he didn’t have more time to talk with her, but your head was crowded with too many questions and thoughts to acknowledge his expression. “Uh, I’ll just get another coffee, thanks.”
“(Y/N), you haven’t touched your first cup.” Steve frowned slightly, glancing at the cup in front of you that was still filled to the brim.
“Oh.” You said weakly, now feeling like a bit of an idiot. “You know, I don’t feel too good. I think I’m just gonna walk home.”
“Are you sure? I can give you a ride if you want, (Y/N).” Sam offered.
I think you’ve done enough, Sam - Bucky thought to himself. He knew it was his own fault for not telling you about Natasha, but it would’ve been helpful if Sam hadn’t blurted it out in your presence.
“Thanks, Sam, but it’s okay. I think i just need some fresh air.” You turned to the side, not fully looking at Bucky as you spoke to him. “Could I get out of the booth, please?”
“I’ll go with you, make sure you get home alright.” The boy stated, sliding along and out of the booth. You didn’t even try to tell him not to go with you, because you honestly wanted to talk to him about the whole ordeal. He nodded his head towards Steve and Sam. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Bye guys, and thanks for the coffee, Peggy.” Even though you didn’t drink any of it, you still thanked the waitress while rummaging through your jean pocket, pulling out a five dollar bill and placing it on the table before heading for the exit of the diner, Bucky following quickly behind you.
The cold air hit your body as soon as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, and you crossed your bare arms over your chest, regretting not bringing a jacket out.
Bucky walked next to you, keeping his distance a little, not wanting to make matters worse. He wished he could read your mind, know what you were thinking. You never really got into any sort of dispute with each other, because there had never really been any drama between you two. Bucky didn’t care what he had to do to resolve it, however - he just couldn’t stand you being mad at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Your voice startled him, not expecting you to be the one to break the silence. While your eyes were locked on the pavement as you walked, you were listening intently, ready for whatever he had to say after you’d finished speaking. “I know things ended a while before we met, but I thought...”
The boy furrowed his brows, looking down at you. “You thought what, sweets?”
He noticed how you jaw clenched at the pet name, and he regretted letting it slip out. Not the time, Barnes.
“I thought, well- okay. I... I told you about my parents, and how they tend to care more about my grades than how I’m doing; I told Wanda about them too, but I don’t think she really understands, not like you do. And it was important for me to tell you that, because... because sometimes, it’s kinda hard to deal with.” You hated how you were opening up to him. You were supposed to be mad at him. But even then, did you even have the right to be mad? “And I know that this isn’t about me, but what I’m trying to say is that it helps, knowing that you understand what I’m dealing with - it helps me a lot.”
A smile appeared on Bucky’s lips. It felt good hearing that from you, that you felt like he understood you better than your own best friend. That he helped you. Sometimes, he felt like he didn’t help you at all, interrupting you while you studied at the library and absentmindedly flirting with you all the time. If he couldn’t be anything more, he wanted to be... a friend. Even though he felt like the term ‘friends’ didn’t quite fit you and him, he just wanted to be there for you. Even if it hurt him being just that.
“A year is a long time to be with someone, Bucky.” You continued, walking a bit closer alongside him. “It must’ve been an important part of your life, being in that relationship, and I guess I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me stuff.”
“(Y/N), of course I feel like I can tell you things. You know that I trust you more than anyone, right?” Bucky nudged you with his elbow, making you look up at him. Well, now you knew that, and there were those damn butterflies in your stomach again.
“I’m glad, Buck. But if that’s true, why didn’t you ever tell me about Natasha?”
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Bucky began to talk. “Natasha and I... we weren’t good for each other. We went to the same middle school, and I stayed friends with her when she went off to Shield High. We started dating around year later, and it was good at first. I’d never been so close to someone before, you know? I told her things that I’d never even told Steve. And it felt great to have someone I could be so open with. But... it wasn’t like that all the time.”
When Bucky turned his head towards you, he noticed how you were shivering from the icy air. Without saying anything, he removed his leather jacket from around his body and quickly placed it over your shoulders, to which you responded with a thankful smile as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. After nodding at the boy, indicating for him to continue speaking, Bucky let out a breath.
“Sometimes, the girl was... as sour as a lemon. One minute, she’d be listening to my problems as if it was her soul purpose to help me with them. But the next, I wouldn’t hear from her for days. She’d ignore my calls, avoid me on the weekends, and eventually she’d stop being bitter and pretend like everything was right as rain. At one point, I sorta realised that she never opened up to me, and when I tried talking to her about it, she told me I was being ridiculous. It was like... like she was cold, and I burned, you know? It was never gonna work in the long run, and I think she knew that too.
And I never told you because I didn’t want you to think I was... weak.”
Yep, your heart definitely broke when those words left his lips.
“Bucky...” You gazed up at him with sad eyes. “Why would you say that?”
He stared hardly at the ground, unable to meet your gaze. “My mom always used to say that the key to relationships... was commitment. That if you can’t commit to someone through thick and thin, then you ain’t with the right someone. When I ended things with Natasha, I felt like I was taking the easy way out. She was a great girl, and I still really liked her when I broke it off. I thought that maybe if I told you about it all, you’d think I was the type of guy who ended a relationship when things got too hard, when I couldn’t handle the bumps in the road. That’s not how I wanted to be thought of, especially not by you.”
You shook your head, tugging on his arm with your hand to get him to look at you. “Ending a relationship because it’s unhealthy, even when you still have strong feelings for the other person? That doesn’t make you weak, Bucky. Strength is having the self respect to do that for yourself.”
Now you understood Bucky’s reasoning behind keeping Natasha from you. Sure, it broke your heart that he felt like he couldn’t say anything in case you thought of him negatively because of it, but hopefully now he knew that you could never think of him like that.
It took you by surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against the back of your hand, before he slowly laced them with yours, enveloping your cold hand with his warm one.
“Is this okay?” He almost whispered, giving your hand a squeeze.
For a moment, you hesitated. Holding hands with Bucky? Not something you’d ever done before. To some, holding hands might be just an innocent gesture. But to you, it was truly the most intimacy you’d ever experienced - your awful first kiss when you were fourteen was anything but intimate. And because it was with Bucky, the hand holding meant all the more to you.
Glancing between his eyes and his hand wrapped around yours, you nodded before biting back a smile. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
How were you meant to suppress your feelings for him when you were getting weak at the knees from the boy simply holding your hand?You should’ve said no. You should’ve pulled your hand away, and told him it couldn’t happen.
But you didn’t. You didn’t want to. You let yourself be selfish and basked in the comfort of being close to him all the way home. It was silent the rest of the way, but it was pleasant. And when he dropped you back at your front door, you felt like you were a teenage girl in a movie, gazing up at the boy you liked - didn’t like - as if he was some sort of angel.
“Thanks for... listening to me before.” Bucky let go of your hand after giving it a squeeze, but still stood close enough so that your chests were almost touching. “I still feel bad about not telling you about Natasha earlier-”
“It’s no problem, Bucky, really.” You reassured him. Once you were no longer holding hands with him, reality suddenly set in again. Oh, god. What had you done? Now he thought it was okay to hold your hand, which it certainly wasn’t. Nothing more than that could happen. You couldn’t be anything more than friends. You just couldn’t. “And you shouldn’t feel bad - it’s... it’s not like we’re together., it’s not like you had to tell me.”
His eyes darted to the ground, and while you knew that saying that completely ruined the mood, you had to. If he did still have any feelings for you, you couldn’t lead him on and let him believe that you could be together. Even if deep down, that’s what you wanted too, it just wasn’t ever going to work. He’d been in a relationship like that before, and you couldn’t do that to him again.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky nodded, slowly inching away from you. “Are you gonna be alright for the rest of the day?”
You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips at his question. “I’ll be fine, Buck. Thanks for walking me back.”
“S’okay.” He nodded, about to turn around and head off elsewhere. “See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.” You confirmed, turning to your front door and unlocking it. A weight still felt like it was sitting on your shoulders. Like there was something you needed to say.
“Bucky?” You called over your shoulder, pushing open the door but keeping your eyes on the boy who had stopped in his tracks at you calling his name.
He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Yeah?”
Letting out an exhale, you locked your eyes with his. “You’re a lot of things, Buck, but weak? That’s far from any of them. Nobody thinks that of you - I know I definitely don’t.”
The boy stayed standing still for a moment, and his gaze never wavered in the slightest. For months, that was what he told himself. That breaking it off with Natasha was selfish, cowardly, even. He was afraid that you’d think the same of him - that was something he never wanted. But somehow, a simple sentence from you miraculously calmed his cluttered thoughts of guilt and insecurity. Somehow, you just had the effect on him.
“That means a lot, sweets.” The sincerity in your words was evident, so much that he felt guilty about not being able to resist making a joke about how nice you were being. “You sure know how to make a guy feel special.”
You let out a laugh, your next words flowing from your mouth without a second thought. “You’re special, Bucky, and you don’t need anyone telling you that for it to be true.”
God, what turned you into so much of a sap?
A smirk played on Bucky’s lips. “Maybe, but I actually sorta believe it when it comes from you, doll.”
The sentence brought goosebumps to your skin, which gave you a sudden reminder that the boy’s treasured leather jacket was still wrapping you in warmth. You called out to him again as he began walking off your driveway and onto the sidewalk.
“Hey, don’t you want your jacket back?”
“Keep it; I’ve got too many leather jackets to my name, anyway.”
And so, you were left alone at your door, tugging Bucky’s jacket tighter around your frame, inhaling the scent of his cologne and thinking longingly about the feeling of your hand in his.
He was right when he said that he burned. He burned right through the walls built around your heart and somehow managed to set a fire within your whole body. That wasn’t meant to happen, you weren’t supposed to let it happen. But you did, and now...
Now, you were well and truly, fucked.
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williamsockner · 4 years ago
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SPN S4E3 “In the Beginning” Watchnotes
TIME TRAVEL EP TIME TRAVEL EP
Literally starting the episode out with “Sam gets up to shady shit while Dean naps” because I guess our boy is real damn sleepy this season.
God Dean is so, so, so slow on the uptake. Like, I get that “time travel” isn’t the first thing someone’s mind should jump to, but getting zapped by an angel into a strange scenario full of classic cars, retro outfits and no technology shouldn’t take you forty minutes to pick up on.
Dean: “Give me clear instructions, I’m very stressed out and my cognitive skills are straight garbage.” Castiel: “Nah.”
Well, I guess it’s now literally canon that Dean wants to bang his mom.
There is so much weird Oedipal stuff going on here, holy shit. “Dean super wants to bone down with his mom” is sure a characterization choice that they’re committing to.
And then a weird shot of a phallic banana being cut up with a knife. What is happening in this episode?
Is Sam even in this season?
Dean like “hey Mom can you tell me if Dad was always a complete piece of shit or if he started normal and then went totally insane”
Dean’s sure having the “I want to bang my mom but I also need to cry a single masculine tear” face journey here.
Daniel: “Don’t steal my gun.” Dean: “Please?” Daniel: “oh ok”
Literally every SPN canon AU is “hey Dean you could be happy or you could save lives but never both” and Dean being like “depression it is :<“
UH weird sexual framing and neck-nuzzling between Dean and his grandpa, WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS SHOW
Dean’s possessed grandpa talking about wanting to bang Dean’s mom, whom Dean has already said he thinks is super hot, while sniffing Dean’s neck, like WHAT IS HAPPENING, supernatural why are you like this!!
John Winchester isn’t worth selling your soul for, Mary. John Winchester isn’t worth a corn chip. John Winchester isn’t worth a corn chip that’s already been chewed.
The Dumb Bitch Gene runs in the family, Dean comes by it honestly.
Dean: “hey so is my brother even in the show anymore” Castiel: “/shrug”
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paperback-writers-blog1 · 5 years ago
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The Secret
By ModLennon & Mod McCartney
Rating: T (Little swearing)
Pairing: John/Paul
Summery: Moden AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?
Chapter: 1/?
Notes: Hey! It’s been a while I know! There have been a lot of things going on. However we have both been working on this story together for a few months and figured the best time to debut it (and return!) would be 6th July, or McLennon day! This is an ongoing project. We have a few chapters already, however we don’t know how many it will be in the end. We also hope to make it an ongoing series as it is quite a light read. Just cute and fluffy McLennon!
xx ModMcCartney
Paul nervously followed the slightly older boy. His dad had arranged this kind of 'play date' with the son of a friend. After moving again, Paul had fallen out of contact with his group of friends. He was too far away to casually meet up and gradually they had cut him out. Besides, currently Jim was very strict about who Paul should be with and for good reason. It was what made Paul nervous to meet new people. He wasn't normal and his greatest fear was people finding out. He was too nervous to really ask Ivan where they were going. Ivan didn't know Paul too well, but he wasn't really nervous or shy around him. He was quite the extrovert, and was excited to bring a new person into his little friend group. He looked at Paul as they walked, feeling a bit bad for the kid. He seemed so nervous.
 "So you play music right? Like... older music?" He asked, genuinely interested. His dad had suggested a few talking points before he met up with Paul to help him break the ice. Paul was pulled out of his thoughts by Ivan talking.
 "O... Oh... yeah... I mean... kinda."
Paul hadn't found many people who enjoyed playing the music he did. He mostly played along with the songs in his room now. Without other people to compare with, it was hard for him to gauge how good he really was.
 "Well Pete and John will love that, they're /obsessed/ with the oldies. Stuart's more into art stuff, he can be a bit pretentious about it all so don't mind him." Ivan warned. He wanted to help Paul as much as he could, he felt bad that he was the new kid without any real friends. "I think John's been trying to get a group together for a while, I dunno if that's something you're interested in, but he bugs us all the time about it." He was happy to chat as they walked. He was headed towards a little cafe that was their usual hangout. It was done up in a sort of retro style, and even had a jukebox with old music. Ivan sped up a bit when the cafe was in sight, excited to see his friends.
 "Well... I... I dunno..."
Paul feared might sound terrible with others. They might sound bad singing together. He didn't want to embarrass himself. He sped up to keep up with Ivan, realising they must be nearly there.
 "It’s just a thought. He'll probably bug you about it if he finds out you play," Ivan shrugged and smiled at him. "He's kinda pushy. I think you'll like Pete the best, he's quiet too."
 As they passed the window a boy with shaggy dark hair banged on the glass, pulling a silly face at Ivan through the glass, making him laugh. A boy with bright blonde hair in the same booth was laughing. The other with dark hair was looking off with a disapproving expression. Paul watched the interaction with wide eyes. He fell behind Ivan a bit, as if he could hide him. But it was stupid, considering he'd have to go into the cafe and sit down. They'd all see him anyway. Still he hung back and almost hid in a corner when Ivan went in to greet his friends. Ivan gave the boy who pulled the face a playful shove when he got inside. After a little laughter, he turned and beckoned Paul closer. He introduced the blonde boy as Pete, the disapproving boy as Stuart, and the other as John. Paul gave a polite little smile and awkward sort of wave. He didn't take a seat, he waited until the others had settled to find a spare space. His dad had given him some money so he figured he could get himself a drink when they each had their place. John had been on the inside of the booth, but after a brief meaningful look with Ivan, and an exasperated sigh from Ivan, he got up to let Ivan on the inside. That left the only open seat right beside John. Ivan looked at Paul again.
 "If he bothers you at all just let me know, I'm not afraid to make him take a lap and think about his actions." His tone was teasing, but his eyes were a bit genuinely apologetic.
He knew from the look John had given him that John found Paul attractive, and the seat switching had been done so John could hit on him. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. John was unashamed about his sexuality, he simply liked beautiful people. Though he knew nothing about Paul yet, the instant attraction was undeniable. John wanted to know him better. Paul just smiled again in acknowledgement. When it had settled, he stood up to get something.
 "Dya want anythin?" He asked Ivan quietly not wanting to be the centre of attention but he couldn't rudely get something for himself and not offer Ivan.
 "Oh I'm alright for now, thanks!"
Ivan looked genuinely delighted that Paul had asked, more so because Paul was interacting even if just in a small way than anything else. The other three all had some mix of drinks and little pastries and Ivan was happy to munch off of theirs to taste test what was good today before deciding what he wanted. Paul nodded and went off to get himself something. He came back with a tray. He went for tea and had a cup, jug of milk and little teapot. He even treated himself to a piece of cake. If he was eating he had an excuse to not talk. By the time Paul got back, Ivan and Stuart were in a little debate about painting techniques, which Pete was trying to mediate. John had been watching them, quite amused, but shifted his attention as soon as Paul sat down. He looked the boy over again and smiled.
 "So how do you know Ivan?"
 Paul gave John another of those wide eyed looks, shocked he was being directly addressed. He hadn't managed to start eating yet so he didn't even have that excuse.
 "O... our parents are friends..."
 John bit his lip and looked down. /Fuck/ it was ridiculous how cute this kid was! Did he realize how adorable that wide eyed look was? He had to literally look away.
 "That's cool. So are you living here now or just visiting?"
 "We're livin around here now."
 Paul wasn't sure how to talk to John. He kept looking away from him. He distracted himself by making up a cup of tea. John had to get used to that stare, otherwise it would be impossible to talk to Paul. He decided to go for a more playful conversation than serious, as he was much better at that.
 "Ahh nice. So you're gonna be one of us then. I trust Ivan's told you about our initiation process by now? Don't worry too much, you'll have a few months to prepare…"
John made his voice sound a bit grave, as if Paul would be doing something quite unpleasant in order to join their group. He was only kidding, of course, wanting to make Paul laugh. Unfortunately Paul didn't know Johns humour and couldn't read him yet. He froze looking terrified.
 "I... y...ya what?"
 Paul nearly left then. He didn't want to have to do something horrible! His first though was what if they chucked him in water??
That would be disastrous!
He leaned away from John a bit. John saw the terror in Paul's eyes and realized he had fucked up.
"Ah shit, I'm only joking!" He laughed, putting his arm around Paul's shoulder in a shockingly forward move to pull him closer again. "We're just a group of misfits, you don't have ta do anything ta be with the group. Sometimes my bad humour just gets the best of me."
 "O...oh... r... right..."
 Paul tried to relax but it was difficult now he was pressed against a stranger. Still he calmed a bit, realising it was a joke. At one point Paul glanced down as he lost his balance. As he did, a slight blue sheen ran through his otherwise black hair. It was only really visible up close and for a split second. John had been just close enough, intensely admiring Paul, so he noticed what he thought was a flash of blue.
 "Woah, you colour your hair?"
 It was a stupid question, as that wasn't anything weird, but it just sort of slipped out. He hadn't seen any blue before, and was a little taken aback by the sheen of blue. Even now he couldn't see it anymore. Was it just a trick of the light? Paul looked up at John with a confused look.
 "N...no... see... it matches my eyebrows."
 Paul raised his eyebrows a bit so they touched his fringe.
 "Oh.. I just thought I saw…" John reached without thinking to push Paul's hair back a bit behind his ear, checking for blue underneath. There was nothing. He shook his head a bit with an apologetic smile. "I must be losing my mind today," he brushed it off with a laugh. Paul froze. He looked a little scared about John messing around his ears.
 "M...maybe it was a trick of the light?" Paul suggested.
 When John moved back he picked up his drink and had a sip. Paul couldn't take his eyes off John, so captivated his cake lay untouched. There was something about John and as he joked more, Paul relaxed and admired little things more.
 John nodded, "yeah must be." He turned a bit so he was mostly facing Paul, giving him all of his attention. "So tell me more about you, what do you like to do when you're bored, what do you think about right before you fall asleep? What's your favourite band?"
 John wanted... no needed to know everything about Paul.
 "That’s a very strange set of questions." Paul giggled a bit. "I like Elvis. When I'm bored I mostly play music but I draw sometimes. And as for what I think about... I dunno. Depends what I've done today or gotta do tomorrow." Paul raised an eyebrow. "Gemini by the way." He joked, giving John a little jab at all the questions. John nodded with a very serious expression.
 "Ah yes, that's a very Gemini way to answer those questions." Then he grinned, "sorry, I just don’t see the point in small talk, you know. If I wanna know you, then I wanna know you." He explained.
"And those questions give ya enough ta know me?" Paul had a little grin now. He had completely relaxed. "But I'm intrigued. Ya seem ta be an expert on Geminis. So tell me. What d’ya expect?"
 "Mmm you'll be very difficult, but I like a challenge. Probably a bit of a diva, too, right? I bet it takes you an hour just ta get your hair right." He teased a bit, testing the waters for how much he could joke with Paul.
 It was clear by the way he was looking at Paul, already so taken with him, that he wasn't trying to insult him.
 "It naturally falls that perfect! An when ya say diva, it's not just a polite way of saying two faced right?"
 Though John had not seen Pauls bitchy side. He wondered what he'd think. What if he didn't like that side of him? Paul stopped himself. Why was he thinking /that/? They had just met!
 John laughed a bit, "no no no, bein a diva is different. I can handle a diva." He said, as if reading Paul's mind.
 It seemed so forward, but something about Paul made him feel like he'd known him his whole life. He felt so relaxed and comfortable around him already.
"How dya know ya could handle me?" Paul tilted his head a bit.
 He wasn't even stopping to think how he was basically flirting with John. He had never even really considered his sexuality.
 "Do you think I couldn't?" John raised an eyebrow, amused.
John had been leaning closer unconsciously as they spoke. He had the strangest sensation that they were the only two in the world in that moment, the others completely forgotten and blocked out of his mind.
 "I haven't had enough proof ya could." Paul shot back.
 "Fair enough." John quite liked that, Paul didn't seem as nervous as he had initially. "So, Elvis ey?" He switched the topic, pulling back just a tiny bit, a pleased grin on his face.
 Paul gave a little nod. "Well... others too but ya seemed ta only want one answer."
 "Elvis is a good answer. Vinyl or digital?" He looked quite serious about this one.
 "Well I do have a record collection but it's a little difficult to travel with them so I gotta have some on my phone too." Paul explained taking it just as serious.
 John nodded approvingly. "I'd like to see your collection. Can I come over this weekend?" John had no shame inviting himself over.
 Paul suddenly looked shocked again. "Wh... what?"
 "I'm not doing anything Saturday night. Can I come over?"
 Ivan took that moment to jump in. "John you can't just invite yourself to people's homes!"
 Paul was looking nervous. But it was the weekend so... he wouldn't exactly be alone in his house with John.
 "Well... I... I think the whole point of me coming here was for me to make friends right?"
 "So that's a yes?" John grinned brilliantly, completely ignoring Ivan's comment. "I'll need your number then so I can text you to get your address."
 "Why? Can ya not remember it if I told you?" Paul raised an eyebrow.
 "I wouldn't wanna risk it. I've got a shit memory," John explained.
 He wasn't lying, though he did want Paul's number anyways so it wasn't the full truth.
 "Is it that bad?" Paul teased.
 John nodded gravely. "It's horrible, Pam." He joked, hoping that Paul would get his sense of humour.
 "Oh so ya blind to, considerin ya can't even /see/ my gender." Paul was getting used to Johns humour.
 "Hey you can be a boy named Pam. It is 2019, you know, there's not as many lines these days." He grinned again and reached for something in his jacket pocket, "though you are right, I should really get a proper look at you, now that I know such intimate details like your zodiac sign."
John put on a rather large pair of glasses that were a bit reminiscent of Buddy Holly's glasses. Paul was shocked. He never expected John to have glasses, or that he would look so... /attractive/ in them. He suddenly nervous, under Johns gaze, blushing slightly.
 "Do I make you nervous?" John asked softly, a little thrill running through him at the sight of Paul blushing.
 Fuck, he was far too cute. John wasn't used to falling so hard, so fast for someone. He had never felt such instant attraction before. Paul glanced up.
 "No...well...kinda...when ya gotta put on glasses ta analyse me..."
 "Mmm.. well ya shouldn't be.. ya look even better up close in high detail like this. Really you're very pretty." John was a bit more serious again. Paul blushed again, heavier this time.
 "W...well thanks..."
Sure, people had told Paul he was cute before, but somehow hearing it from John meant to much more. He looked up again and in a sudden act of bravery, he put his hands both side of Johns face and rested his fingertips on the arms on his glasses. "May I?" He looked like a curious child. Things like glasses always fascinated Paul. John was a bit shocked, but altogether pleased that Paul didn't seem so shy now. How could he? To John it felt like they'd known each other for years already. Christ, something about this kid was really getting to him.
 "Sure," he said softly. He had a quickly passing thought that he might have trouble ever telling Paul no.
 Paul carefully lifted the glasses off and after studying them for a moment carefully slipped them on his own face. He gave a little sharp intake of breath when he realised just how bad Johns eyesight was then looked up.
 "Well?"
 "They suit you well," John looked him over approvingly with a little grin.
 Paul gave a bashful little smile. He had to take them off though, they did hurt a bit to keep looking through. He carefully put them back on Johns face.
 "I think they're better on you..." His hands lingered on the sides of his face.
 John had to fight back a sudden urge to turn his face and kiss Paul's hand. Christ, this whole interaction felt too intimate for two people who were just meeting for the first time. His eyes locked on Paul's, just staring at him. Paul felt frozen as he stared back at John. He had never felt anything like this before. His heart hammered so hard he was sure everyone would be able to hear it. Even though nothing was being said it was like they were having an entire conversation.
 Johns friends looked at each other not quite sure what to do. In the end Stu leaned over to John.
 "Dya want us ta leave ya alone with ya date or what?" He teased.
 Stu invading the space broke the spell and Paul looked over as if remembering there were others there. His hands fell from Johns face. John looked over, a little pissed that Stuart had interrupted the moment.
 "I would appreciate it if ya fucked off, yeah."
 Ivan frowned, "You're monopolizing all of Paul's time! Let him meet everyone else."
 Paul flushed again realising he had been ignoring the two other boys. That was incredibly rude!
 "S...sorry..." He apologised, scooting away from John a little. John frowned at that.
 Pete, who had been sat back watching gave a little shrug. "Theres obviously somethin going on here. Are you sure you two have never met? Like as kids or anything?"
 "No." Paul said rather quickly. So quickly Pete raised his eyebrow. He sounded so sure.
 But who remembered every person they ever met as a /child/? John hadn't really thought of that possibility.
 "Are ya sure? I mean ya never visited family here or anything?" Paul just seemed so... familiar.
 "No. We haven't met." Paul said again with just as much certainty.
 John hadn't been in his year at school. They were the only kids Paul really hung around with. He didn't spend holidays around the home.
 John shrugged, guessing Paul must be right if he was that sure.
 The others looked completely baffled. Pauls accent told them he had never strayed far from Liverpool, but he was so certain... for now they left it.
 Stu was the first to stand up.
 "I gotta get goin. I wanted to swing by the art shop before it closed."
 Of course as much as Stu wanted to hang out with his friends he just as equally wanted to be home painting. Pete also said he was supposed to be back before dinner as he had relatives visiting. Ivan frowned.
 "I really should be getting Paul home. I have to get back too."
 Honestly Ivan just didn't want to play third wheel in whatever John and Paul had going on. Paul really didn't want to leave John. He felt like the time was far too short.
"Well...I still have this cake..." he said weakly trying to prolong the time with John.
 "I can take him home. Is that alright?" He turned back to Paul. "I don't want ya ta waste your cake." He was more than happy to latch onto any excuse to stay with Paul longer.
Ivan paused for a moment. Jim might be angry he left his son in the care of a stranger to him. But he knew John. And while he could be immature he wasn't exactly dangerous.
 "Alright." He finally relented. "I'll see ya some time."
 Pauls heart fluttered as he realised he was about to spend some time alone with John.
Chapter 2
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artisqueer · 4 years ago
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RetroBangBoy AU - Charmer (ao3)
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thestorytellerofkpop · 6 years ago
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Moodboard Masterlist
Last Updated: 02.7.19
Moodboard Series
~Meet the Elysians~ Moodboard Masterpost
Seven Days of Stories; BTS
Day One; Jin, Day Two; Suga, Day Three; J-Hope, Day Four; RM, Day Five; Jimin, Day Six; V, Day Seven; Jungkook
Seven Days of Sin; BTS
Day One; Jin, Day Two; Suga, Day Three; J-Hope, Day Four; RM, Day Five; Jimin, Day Six; V, Day Seven; Jungkook
Seven Days of Disney; BTS
Masterpost! Day One; Jin, Day Two; Suga, Day Three; J-Hope, Day Four; RM, Day Five; Jimin, Day Six; V, Day Seven; Jungkook
BTS as The Avengers
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Big Bang Moodboards
- Vampire!Au with T.O.P
- T.O.P with a non binary best friend
BTS Moodboards
- BTS + Obsession
- Halloween Theme with Suga
- Pumpkin Patch Date with Suga
- Alphabet Boy by Melanie Martinez; feat. Jungkook
- Lazy Mornings with Namjoon
- Cozy Boyfriend Jungkook
- Demon AU with Taehyung
- Mutual Masturbation with Taehyung 
- Ice skating with Taehyung
- Namjoon + Trees
- An assortment post: Fall with Jin, Camping with Suga, Haunted houses with Hoseok, Spring day with Namjoon, Snow day with Jimin, College AU with Taehyung and Wedding Day with Jungkook
- Strawberry Fields with Taehyung
- Beach Vacation with Jimin
- Breakfast in bed with Hoseok
- My Aesthetics with Namkook (RM + Jungkook)
- Lo-fi Aesthetic with Yoongi
- Soft Pink Aesthetic with Taehyung
- Red Aesthetics with Jungkook
- The Greatest Showman AU with Taehyung
- BTS Retro AU
- Euphoria Aesthetic with Jungkook
- White to Black Aesthetic with Taekook
- ‘I Want You’ by The Beatles with Hoseok
EXO Moodboards
- CEO AU with Junmyeon/Suho
- Suho and Witch Girlfriend!Au
- Snowy Date with Jongdae/Chen
- Threesome with Baekhyun and Xiumin
- Farmer’s Market Date with Chanyeol
- Werewolf AU with Chanyeol
- Black Cats with Chen
- Movie date with Sehun
- Ice skating with Baekhyun
- ‘Monster’ with Kai
GOT7 Moodboards
- Best Friends with Mark
- Coffee Date with Youngjae
Ikon Moodboards
- From Friendship to Relationship with Hanbin
NCT Moodboards
- College AU with Johnny 
- Bad Boy AU with Jisung
- Shy library dates with Haechan
Seventeen Moodboards
- Bad Boy AU with Jeonghan
- Purge AU with Seventeen
- ‘Our Dawn is Hotter Than Day’ with Hoshi
SHINee Moodboards
- ‘Soldier’ with Taemin
TXT Moodboards
- ‘Blue Orangeade’ with Beomgyu
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kp-moodboards · 6 years ago
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Masterlist
I made a masterlist!
NCT
dark Lucas and Taeyong
dark Ten     
summer nights w/ Yukhei
cuddling w/ Johnny
library/frat Yukhei au
I’m always tired but never of you (Yukhei)
stay at home date w/ Lucas
photographer and model au (Jaehyun)
pink date w/ Lucas
mlm movie date w/ Lucas
heartbreak w/ Johnny
girls like you & guys like me (Yukhei)
cerulean blue w/ Jaehyun
icy blue w/ Ten
best friends Kun and Jungwoo
Johnny and Jennie
floral winwin
retro winwin
windy car ride with Taeyong
teddy bear date with Jungwoo
ice cream date w/ Lucas
rosie Jaehyun
pink Jaemin
diamonds drippin’ | Taeyong
Peachy | Chen le
madly in love with a boy | Lucas
normal is an illusion | goth Johnny 
50′s greaser Mark
slytherin!Jungwoo
renjun and Meg
Jaemin and Ana
off-duty princes Jaehyun and Taeyong
soft bf Mark
soulmate!Lucas
art museum date w/ Mark
spacey renmin
golden boy | Jungwoo
a garden stroll w/ Yuta
soft haechan 
take a trip into my garden | Doyoung
vanilla twilight | Johnny 
night adventures w/ Mark
gamer!Yukhei
summertime w/ Jeno
unplanned beach trip w/ renjun
Gryffindor quidditch team captain Yukhei
coffee date w/ Lucas
stargazing w/ Jaehyun
in burning red | Yuta
•nct color series•
lilac ; Doyoung
ivory ; Jungwoo
forest green ; Johnny
chartreuse ; Chen le
gold ; Kun
yellow ; Haechan
blush ;Winwin
navy ; Jaehyun
orange ; Jaemin
red ; Ten
tan ; Taeyong
black ;Yukhei
bubblegum ; Yuta
baby blue ; Renjun
cotton ; Mark
raven ; Jisung
gray ; Taeil
army green ; Jeno
+nct Hogwarts series+
gryffindor!Lucas
hufflepuff!Taeyong
ravenclaw!Kun
ravenclaw!Jeno
gryffindor!Mark
slytherin!Doyoung
hufflepuff!Jungwoo
ravenclaw!Yang Yang
slytherin!Chen le
ravenclaw!Renjun
**nct superhero series**
Lucas as Thor Odinson
Mark Lee as Spider-man
Doyoung as Iron Man
~edits~
oh, to love a boy | Lucas
let’s just stay in this summer dream | Kun
no matter how far I go | nct dream 
all of these place | Lucas
simon says be cool | nct 127
we a real vibe killer | nct 127
I realized why people call you sunshine | Jeno
let’s talk about love | Mark 
Wayv
bf Hendery
college bf Hendery
soulmate!Lucas
gamer!Yukhei
You, Yukhei, & Kitties
a soft blue-haired boy | Yukhei
soft bf Yukhei
~edits~
I bloom just for you | Hendery Take Off
Seventeen
summer picnic w/ Mingyu
midnight adventure w/ Jeonghan
reading date w/ Wonwoo
96′ line
siren Minghao
soft Jun
fairy!woozi
lover boy | Woozi
~edits~
you are pretty | Seventeen
breathlessly, I want you | Seventeen
getting closer | Jeonghan edit
I wonder if you know how I feel | Seventeen
‘cause you’re my home | Seventeen home edit
home | Seventeen home edit
BTS
cafe/book date w/ Namjoon
I want you, color me blue (Yoongi)
all this art (Jimin)
bf Yoongi
~edits~
euphoria | Jungkook
and I know I’m home | BTS
Monsta X
date night w/ Changkyun
complete filth for my friend Megan | Changkyun
bf Shownu
sleepover w/ Wonho
Changkyun gets you two a surprise hotel room
Block B
soft bf Pyo Jihoon
Blackpink
Johnny and Jennie
Day6
soft Jae
Slytherin Wonpil w/ a Slytherin gf
rainy day w/ Wonpil
soft pink | Jae
pastel blue x Jae
floral Young K
arcade date w/ Dowoon
You and Dowoon have a puppy addiction 
~edits~
so this is love? | Young K
Pentagon
movie night w/ Wooseok
Halloween night w/ Wooseok
pastel pink | Wooseok
things become muddled in the night time | dark kino
badboy!Jinho
Twice
because she is beautiful | Mina
Mina and her gf on a snowy day
EXO
Chanbeak aesthetic
JBJ
soft Sanggyun
Stray Kids
bf Bang Chan
tattoo artist!Chan
soft seungmin
narcissist | Hyunjin
bf Felix
Chritmas w/ Bang Chan
~edits~
‘cause I’m getting cooler | stray kids
be cool and move on | stray kids
GOT 7
a cinderella story w/ Jackson
bf yugyeom
Ateez
soft bf Yeosang
rainy day w/ Yunho
~edits~
will you be my friend? | Ateez edit
you need a pirate king | Ateez edit
look in my eyes | Ateez edit
say my name | Ateez edit
hurry and party all night | San illusion
you’re gonna stop here? | Wonderland edit
TXT
~edits~
 you became my crown | TXT
Chunga
dark change
B.A.P.
Hades!Yongguk
Astro
watching the sunset w/ bf Rocky
Oneus
Twilight aesthetic
bf Seoho
N.flying
amusement park date w/ Seunghyub
rainy day w/ Jaehyun
Taeyeon
gray aesthetic
name aesthetics
Yuna
Megan
Toni
Sophie
Ana
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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years ago
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150 Favourites for 1000 Followers
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As promised, to celebrate 1000 followers, here is a list of lists of my favourite things. (Yes, that’s what I meant to say.) I thought about doing 1000 favourite things, but OH MY GOD. It was getting tedious and no one would’ve wanted to read that many, so I just went for a nice, even 150. Cool?
Some categories were my idea, others were requests, all are things I am happy to bond with you over. We’re such a large group now. Let’s not be strangers.
My 5 Favourite...
Disney villains:
Hades
Madam Mim
Scar
Gaston
Captain Hook
Serpent headcanons (requested by @cherylblossom-komwonkru):
Fangs and Sweet Pea live in the same trailer and sleep in a bunk bed
Sweet Pea and Toni were each other’s first kiss
Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea were watchfully accompanied on their scrappy childhood adventures by Hot Dog (think Nana with the Darlings)
F.P. is afraid of needles and had to be held down to get his tattoo
Tall Boy is somehow two Serpent children in a trench coat (don’t ask me for logistics)
Smells:
vinegar
garlic
peaches
hot chocolate
Scotch mints
Fanfics I’ve written:
Sweetwater Boundary: A Riverdale Western
Home Fires Burning
Finally, Finally (The Hunger Games)
It Ain’t Over Easy
Every Minute (Varchie)
‘70s films:
Jaws
Rocky
Alien
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
Riverdale ships (requested by an anon):
Bughead
Archie/Valerie (Valchie? Archerie?)
Rosie (Josie/Reggie)
Choni
Fred/Mary
Cheeses:
Jarlsberg
Havarti
provolone
smoked Gouda
aged cheddar
Riverdale episodes and why (requested by an anon):
1.01 - just a great setup, eerie and atmospheric
1.04 - who doesn’t love a night at the drive-in? Plus the reveal of Jughead’s dad, and Kevin and Joaquin’s kiss
2.02 - retro night at Pop’s was such a fun idea and great nod to the nostalgia the show frequently flirts with. Also my favourite Pussycats performance
2.16 - the Jughead vs. Archie showdown that had SO MUCH POTENTIAL before they decided to resolve it in about five seconds, and Fred’s decision to run for mayor
2.21 - I loved the apocalyptic tone this episode committed to. Utter madness and a total-town riot
20th Century novels:
Rebecca
Islands in the Stream
The Outsiders
The Hours
The Things They Carried
Acts/things/etc. (lol) in smut fics (requested by @theheavycrown)
games
a character becoming clumsy because another character is giving them The Look™
well-described kissing (I like the simple things, ok?)
morning sex
accurate vocalization
Personal holiday traditions:
watching White Christmas every Christmas Eve
carving pop culture jack-o’-lanterns every Halloween (last year, I did Steve Harrington with his bat o’ nails)
childhood Easter egg hunts in my uncle’s yard
Canada Day fireworks at the park during my teen years
everyone being together for Thanksgiving
Quotations between Riverdale couples (requested by an anon):
not an official couple at the time but... Alice [to F.P.]: “Is it true what they say about men who’ve just been released from prison, F.P.? That they’re incredibly sexually frustrated?”
Toni: “I usually do the honors.” Cheryl: “Not today, Cha-Cha. I was born for this moment.”
Hal: “Alice here, she’s been redecorating the Register. The other day, she threw a brick through the window.” Alice: “Keep talking, Hal, and the next brick I throw may not be at a window.” (so maybe not the most loving exchange, but I do adore Alice Cooper)
Archie: “I just wanted to say, what if we made a mistake?” Val: “First of all, we didn’t do anything. I broke up with you because I thought you were a hot mess. Clearly, I was right.” (are you sensing a pattern here?)
Jughead: “I didn’t think you were the American Werewolf kind of girl.” Betty: “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Jughead Jones. I’m all about the beast within.” (I based an entire story off this exchange lol)
Shakespearean plays:
Much Ado about Nothing
Richard III
King Lear
Macbeth
Henry V
‘60s songs:
“Do You Love Me” - The Contours
“I Can See for Miles” - The Who
“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” - The Beach Boys
“Paint it Black” - The Rolling Stones
“Bang Bang” - Nancy Sinatra
Fanfiction tropes (requested by @norhernserpent):
the boy/girl-next-door
enemies to lovers
friends to lovers
falling for the best friend’s sibling
historical AU
Methods for organizing my bookshelves:
book height
continent (based on the story, not the author’s nationality)
year of original publication
hardcover/softcover
genre
Least favourite Riverdale couples, canon and non (requested by an anon):
Chuck and Veronica
Nick and Cheryl
Penelope and Claudius (Really, Penelope? Your child-murdering dead husband’s dastardly identical twin who resurfaces just in time to get a chunk of that Blossom fortune? Ew.)
Polly and Jason
Hiram and Hermione (good characters, terrible marriage)
Items in The Parent Trap (1998):
the luggage set Annie brings to camp
Annie’s tin (containing the torn photograph)
Hallie’s (as Annie) pale blue suit (the great material desire of my childhood)
Annie’s (as Hallie) inner tube
Elizabeth’s second wedding dress
Desserts (requested by @village-skeptic):
pumpkin cheesecake
pumpkin pie
mint chocolate chip ice cream
sticky toffee pudding
raspberry pie
Things to say “no” to:
lite mayonnaise (give me regular or give me death)
department store perfume samples
email subscriptions
having my hair straightened at the hair dresser’s
trips to furniture stores
Roles of actors who also appeared in the Hunger Games series:
Paul Child (Julie and Julia, portrayed by Stanley Tucci)
young Ellie Arroway (Contact, portrayed by Jena Malone)
Mr. Bennett (Pride and Prejudice [2005], portrayed by Donald Sutherland)
Bernard (Westworld, portrayed by Jeffrey Wright)
Laura Brown (The Hours, portrayed by Julianne Moore)
Colours (requested by an anon):
olivey-gold
Kelly green
periwinkle
burgundy
seafoam green
Board games:
Life
Ticket to Ride
Clue
Trivial Pursuit
Scattergories
Canadian novels (because I, myself, am Canadian):
Half-Blood Blues
419
Cockroach
The Book of Negros
The Englishman’s Boy
‘80s songs:
“The Way You Make Me Feel” - Michael Jackson
“Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” - The Police
“Dancing in the Dark” - Bruce Springsteen
“Crimson and Clover” - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
“Call Me” - Blondie
Over-40 celebrity crushes:
Adrien Brody
Simon Pegg
James Marsden
Oded Fehr
John Cho
Things in “My Favourite Things” from The Sound of Music (let’s get meta):
warm woollen mittens
brown paper packages tied up with string
crisp apple strudels
sleigh bells
silver-white winters that melt into springs
Fictional female friendships:
Vivian and Kit (Pretty Woman)
Bliss and Pash (Whip It)
Carmen and Tibby (The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)
Katniss and Johanna (The Hunger Games)
Jo and Beth (Little Women... yes, they’re sisters. Still counts)
Clubs/teams I was involved in during high school:
student athletic association
service club (collecting for food drives, community involvement, etc.)
grad commitee (planning the prom, essentially)
badminton team
band (junior, senior, and even, very briefly, jazz band)
TV shows:
Stranger Things
Westworld
Dawson’s Creek
Gilmore Girls
Parks and Recreation
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I'm totally NOT procrastinating on the paper I need to be writing right now by watching Co//ol Pat//rol. And I'm also TOTALLY not thinking of Ja//ck or Dan//ny pissing their pants while Dan//ny is giving instructions. Nope! (plz halp I need Dan//ny sex//bang being all tough guy but deep down he's a piss baby and Jac//kab//oy is actually the rescuer in this cool patrol AU. haaaaalp)
YES HOLY SHITI LOVE TOUGH PEOPLE GETTING TURNED INTO POOR LITTLE HELPLESS PISSBABIES AND COOL PA//TR//OL AU SO FUCKING MUCHALSO UNEDITED SORRYdanny's confident as ever. fixing up his leather jacket, his shades, and kickass spiked wristband. ninja b, ryan, matt, and mark by his side. ready to jump the gangsters tormenting jack. "when they see you they're gonna freak out and piss their pants-" danny says, hyping up jack. standing in between the bullies and him, smug smile on his face. oh but the bullies? they're filled with anger. how dare some scrawny 35+ year old man hanging out in a so called bad-boys-gang insult them?! well known gangsters?"fuck you say about us, se//xba//ng?""wha-" danny stops, their section of the roller rink turning silent. the music still playing. shit, he didn't expect /them/ to gang up on him. "we asked what the fuck you just told this barely out of high school punk?""oh, er...it's really nothing fellas!! cmon, we can settle this in a clean fight-""oh, its like that?" the other bully asks, grabbing danny by the collar of his jacket. his crew watching on. ninja b being held back by mark and ryan. knowing if they let him go, danny'll never forgive them for not letting him sort his own fight out. then again, he was getting his ass kicked. the taller bully pushing danny into the nearby wall. the other getting in his face. "fucking se//xba//ng over here thinks he's bad and tough? just because he thinks he can fuck any bitch around here?"a swift punch to his jaw, danny yelping. jack watching on in horror before turning around to the gang."fucking do something!" he whispers. mark and ryan shaking their heads as ninja b shakes with rage.jack turns back to see danny being let go and kicked in the gut. hard. the other bully joining in and stomping on danny's side. danny curling up and protecting his head. another swift kick to his gut by the bigger bully and danny gasps, "no-!! i said cut the shit!! you won!!""aw, someone giving in? good. we're not done yet-" another kick, "and dont have your little ninja boyfriend try to bail you out."danny's hands move from his head to his crotch. almost...holding himself? jack furrowed his brows in confusion. why would he protect his dick if he was getting attacked in his side and torso?"Get" kick. "Up" kick. "And" punch. "Fight" kick. "Like" punch. "A" punch. "Man-" the final kick did it. the taller bully stopping the other. the two of them listening intensely as they heard it. soft hissing and danny quietly crying. hard, shaky breaths ripping through him. the other bully moved away quickly, "aw fuck, he's pissing!!""what the-" the taller bully looks down and moves away as quickly. danny's jeans darkening. the retro carpet underneath them turning a dark shade. the puddle expanding in different directions as danny cried. not lifting his head as he soaked himself completely. utterly humiliated in losing a fight and wetting himself like a child."oh, this is too fucking good," the bully chuckles, "some widdle baby have too much soda wif their pizza?""ninja boyfriend-i mean ninja daddy should packed you with pull ups," the other bully laughs. the two of them teasing danny as his hopelessly pisses himself. shoulders jerking as he cries. "this? this is who you look up to?" the bully yells back at jack. stunned completely. "some grown man who wets his pants in one fight?"they both walk up to them. jack swallowing down fear as they get in his face. "you won't ever be real men like us." the taller bully threatens before the other pushes jack down. the two of them stomping on his crown before leaving the roller rink. they sit there in silence again as they hear the sound of their motorcycles roaring to life and speeding off. jack rushing over to danny. "dan? dan!! they're gone--"danny sniffles as jack turns him over. tears rushing down his redden face, spit and blood mixing into mouth. "i...i'm sorry kid-""no no," jack stops, "dont be, please. you were fucking amazing to even stand up to those douches for me. you didn't have to...ya know, subject yourself to that. but you did, and that makes you a fucking badass to me." danny is near tears again. jack helping him stand up from his position, being careful not to step in the puddle himself. wincing as danny's jacket rolled up to reveal and purple and green bruise forming. jack helps danny huddle out the back doors, still wearing his purple cape. "where's brian...?" danny asks as jack turns to see ryan, matt, and mark following them to danny's car, a 1967 black chevy impala -- the coolest car. "he was on bloodlust and ran after those two," mark admitted, "uh...he was full on shaking-"ninja b shows up behind them. bloodied and twitching. his katana dripping with blood."okay..." jack awkwardly trails off, "lets just get danny home before we get arrested for murder."jack settles the poor badly beaten danny in the front seat after setting down newspaper. the other boys riding in the back. they pass by the motorcycles the two bullies rode before, forgotten on the road. "...you know, they're not going to drive them anymore..." matt chimes in."no." jack replies, driving away. "they're /dead/, cmon, please? it'll make us cooler-" ryan adds."i said no!! jesus thats police evidence!!""jack, i'll let you ride on it with me." mark adds in. "...hurry up and follow me to dannys apartment," he huffs, giving in, "cant believe you guys--"
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jaeminlore · 8 years ago
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Cat Boy // Nakamoto Yuta
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the prompt: I’d like to request a Yuta NCT scenario where he receives a cat statue in the mail but there’s no return address. He goes to sleep and when he wakes up the next morning, he feels strange and his members scream when they see him because he now has a tail and cat ears. The item was cursed, and Mark tells him to visit the reader because she has knowledge of witchcraft and there’s an instant connection. Fluffy humor, if you can.
words: 1529
category: fluff + comedy
author note: au’s are always a good time and also i haven’t written for yuta since January and i missed him. also i made the reader an actual hogwarts graduate witch whoops
- destinee
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wow he’s so handsome talk abt a bias wrecker
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“We got fan mail,” Johnny announced, placing a few boxes and envelopes onto the coffee table of NCT’s dorm.
Yuta paused the anime he had been watching and sat up, having been slouching into the couch cushions. “Any for me?”
Johnny pointed to the biggest box in the table. “That one is addressed to our apartment. It says Yuta on it so I guess it’s yours.”
“No return address?” Yuta grinned and grabbed the box, wondering what could be inside for him. After struggling a bit, he finally managed to open the box and dig through the styrofoam peanuts within.
He extracted a… cat statue?
Yuta stared at the foot-long cat statue that seems to be in mid-hiss, it’s back arched. “What’s this?”
Johnny looked that the cat, taking in it’s eyes that seemed to be made of actual rubies. “Dude, that’s scary.”
“It’s kind of cool,” Yuta said, ignoring his older friend. “The eyes look like they’re glowing.”
Donghyuck walked in then, ready to search for any letters that had been left for him. He stopped when he noticed the statue in Yuta’s hands. “What is that demonic statue doing in our dorm?”
“It’s not demonic,” Yuta corrected him. “It’s retro.”
“Well, when you don’t wake up tomorrow because of your “retro” statue, can I have your clothes.“
Yuta threw a styrofoam peanut at him.
-
When Yuta awoke the next morning, he was surprised to find that he had pushed all of his blankets off of him during the night. Usually he liked being covered by his blankets.
He yawned and sat up, stretching his arms and legs out as much as he could. He could hear the other members out and about in the kitchen, eating cereal before they spent their weekend however they individually pleased.
Yuta stood up and scratched his bare stomach. He craved milk for some reason, but not the cereal that he usually ate with it. Perhaps his bones were growing.
He walked into the kitchen, mumbling a quick hello to the boys that were around the table. None of them looked up to greet him, but they all acknowledged his presence with short comments of hello.
Yuta opened the fridge and grabbed the milk, pouring some into a glass cup.
“Woah! What is that?” Johnny yelled.
“What?” Yuta replaced the milk and turned around to see everyone at the table staring at him with wide eyes.
When Donghyuck came downstairs, he took one look at Yuta and screamed. One loud, high-pitched scream that frightened Yuta into dropping his glass of milk.
He hissed as the spilled Milk touched his bare feet and jumped back. “Why’d you scream, Donghyuck?”
“You have ears!” Donghyuck answered, still yelling loudly. “And a tail! I told you it was demonic!”
Yuta turned around and looked at his tailbone, where he saw that Donghyuck was right. A long, dark brown tail flicked back and forth as Yuta got more confused.
His eyes widened. “Why do I have a tail?!” He reached up and grabbed his hair. There were two large, triangular ears on top of his head, flattened in fear. “Why do I have cat ears?!”
“Alright, alright, alright,” Taeyong fretted as he paced back and forth in the kitchen. “First thing we have to do is get rid of that cursed object.”
“I’m on it,” Ten said in a low, set tone. He opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and extracted two rubber gloves, along with a pair of kitchen tongs. “Wish me luck.”
“Not my tongs!” Taeil scolded him, ripping the grilling tool out of Ten’s hand. “The gloves are enough.”
“Okay,” Ten breathed, his eyebrows narrowed. He stood up straight and saluted, “If I don’t come back, tell my family I—”
“Just go!” Yuta yelled hysterically, his tail now swishing angrily behind him.
“Fine!” Ten said back. “I’m going!”
He crept up the stairs, rather cat-like, although no one was willing to use that term in this particular situation.
“What do I do?” Yuta moaned, his eyes wide with fear.
Mark, who had been quiet this whole time, rose his hand timidly. “This might be strange, but I think I know someone who might be able to help.”
“Who?” Yuta asked eagerly.
“You know that place in town? Y/n’s Emporium of Witchcraft and Fortunes?”
Donghyuck sneered. “No way, man! There’s a rumor going around that she curses people who enter her store and refuse to buy anything!”
Mark shrugged. “So you’ll buy something. Look, maybe Y/n can tell us how to reverse the curse.”
“Okay,” Yuta nodded. “Well I need to go soon because I can’t come back to work with a tail.”
“Alright, good luck.”
“Wait!” Ten shouted from the top of the stairs. With thundering footsteps, he returned to the kitchen, holding the statue up with his rubber gloves. “Take this with you and she can dissect it or something.”
“Okay,” Yuta agreed, taking the statue hesitantly with his bare hands. “Bye, guys.”
Yuta went upstairs to put on a shirt and find a hat to hide his ears.
-
You leaned against your service counter, drumming your fingers on the dark purple tablecloth. Any minute now, your friend should be visiting you to complain about the little gift you had sent to him.
Yuto had been annoying you lately, charming your drains so that frogs crept out of them. It was annoying, and they also clogged the drains up.
Surely turning him into a cat boy would teach him a lesson: that you were the better wizard. The two of you had attended the same wizard academy, and had always been in a friendly completion to see who was better.
The bell above your door jingled, signaling the arrival of your friend. “Finally!” You shouted. “Now you’ll think twice about clogging up my drains, won’t you?”
But the boy who rounded the corner what not Yuto. No, this boy was extremely handsome, even though he was wearing only sweats and a t-shirt. A loose green beanie covered his soft-looking brown hair.
You opened your mouth to speak, yet nothing came out as the boy set a gift bag onto the counter. “I have no idea what drains you’re talking about, but are you Y/n? Can you help me with this?”
You nodded slowly and took the bag, unable to stop looking at his handsome face. Finally breaking your gaze from his face, you peered into the bag and gasped. “Oh, dear. Where did you get this from?”
“It was sent to my doorstep. My name was on the box so I opened it… and then this happened.” He then pulled of his beanie, revealing a pair of cat ears.
He looked really cute, with his large, innocent eyes and his downturned cat ears.
You couldn’t help but let out a small, “Aw, you look cute!” You reached over the counter and scratched behind one of his cat ears.
A strange noise erupted in his throat, and it sounded exactly like a purr. The boy looked up at you in alarm, “That was a purr, not a moan!”
“I know,” you giggled at the boy’s awkwardness. Here, let me get the details so we can reverse the curse. First, we’ll need the person who sent you this. Do you know who it was?“
“No,” he answered.
“Okay. Well, what’s your name?”
“Yuta Nakamoto.”
“Yuta?” You did a double take and widened your eyes. “Wait, do you live in the apartment complexes down the road?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “Do you know who sent it?”
“Hold on.” You pulled a pen out of you pocket and grabbed a piece of paper from behind the counter. “Did it look like this?”
Yuta looked down at the paper, where you had written Yuto. Although, your writing was eccentric, so it would’ve been easy for him to mistake the O as an A.
“Yeah! That’s exactly what it looked like! Do you know who sent it?”
You slowly lifted your hand up. “I think I did. Not on purpose, though! It was for my friend, Yuto. You can see where that would’ve gotten mixed up, right?”
The boy grinned and let out a chuckle. “Well, at least I know no one is out to really curse me. How do I get it undone?”
“Oh, give me a moment.” You quickly grabbed the statue and banged it against the counter, causing the rubies to fall out. “Take this home tonight, and the effects will be reversed.”
He accepted the statue. “Thank you so much.”
He began to leave, but you stopped him. “Wait! Didn’t you hear the legend about me?”
Yuta turned around, “You mean you’ll curse whoever doesn’t buy something? I didn’t bring much money.”
“That’s okay,” you smiled. “Why don’t you take me out for coffee some time, your treat, and I’ll make sure you don’t get cursed again.”
His left ear twitched, and his lips lifted into a bashful smile. “Alright. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at eight, when my tail is gone and I look normal again.”
You smiled back at him, “I’ll be there.”
~the end~
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Clinging to This Hating Game 1/?
For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang
Link to the art by @datshitrandom (I love it!)
the prompt:
Kurt and Blaine couldn't stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.
I did expand the prompt a bit, and I expect it to run about 5 chapters (maybe 6...). I should get one up every 2-3 days, if the universe cooperates (although Speedogate II has already put me a bit behind, lol). 
I think here are a couple of other authors writing the same prompt, so look them up too!
High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine Rating: Explicit Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex Word Count: ~4600
Thanks to superbeta @mshoneysucklepink who knocked me around a bit! Everything wonky is my fault.
AO3 link
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Chapter One
Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray were not easy friends to have, but they were loyal. Quinn had plucked him out of the sight lines of the school bullies in freshman year and found him a place on the cheerleading squad. By sophomore year, they had even joined Glee club with him. Kurt had been sure at the time it was so Quinn could keep an eye on her (now ex-) boyfriend - who happened to be Kurt’s step-brother Finn, and Rachel Berry, but Kurt appreciated having them around. And on top of that Quinn and Santana could really sing, which was great for the glee club. And what was good for the glee club was good for Kurt’s college applications.
Of course the bullying didn't stop completely - it was still the middle-of-nowhere Ohio - but a few football players even joined glee club, and for Kurt it made things a little better. Now that he was heading into his senior year of high school, and he still hadn’t so much as kissed another boy, he needed Quinn’s help with one last thing.
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Kurt checked himself in the mirror one last time, putting finishing touches on his hair, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on the Burberry asymmetrical checked shirt - turquoise accents, thank you very much (it was from two seasons ago, but he was pretty sure no one would notice where he was going) that he'd snagged off eBay. Quinn had scored them invites to a “kick off the year” party in Columbus, and while it was still Ohio and he hardly expected anyone with an especially evolved sense of fashion to be there, he did have his own standards to live up to.
He added a pair of snug denim shorts - distressed up the front but neatly hemmed (by his own hand) at the cuff - and decided he looked hot enough to score with a college guy.
Three years of cheerleading had turned his ass from a liability in a china shop into lean muscle, and the shorts did amazing things for his thighs. A pair of Jimmy Choo croc print espadrilles he’d scored off of ebay completed the look.
“Well, Kurt Hummel, if you can’t get a guy to want to make out with you in this getup in Ohio you’re never going to make it in New York.”
Kurt skimmed the stairs, hoping to sneak out without a judgmental eye from his dad. Burt knew he was going out with the girls tonight, and since he was only a few months shy of 18 he really didn't have a curfew.
“How late do you expect to be out, Kurt?”
Damn.
“Well, Quinn has to go to church tomorrow, so I think we’ll try to leave by midnight.” Burt grunted. “We should be home by two at the latest.”
“Who's the designated driver?”
Kurt raised his hand to shoulder height, wiggling his fingers. “Yours truly.” Kurt knew Burt always felt better if he drove.
“Okay.” Burt sighed and rubbed the top of his head. “I'm never going to get used to you being so grown up son. I mean, a year from now you’ll be gone.”
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Quinn asked The Question during the drive to Columbus.
“How serious are you about this Kurt?”
“That will depend entirely on my options. You’re sure there will be gay guys at this party?”
“It’s being co-hosted by the drama frat at OSU, and Jordan said there would absolutely be a very diverse group attending.”
Santana leaned forward from her seat in the back. “As long as there’s booze and dancing, I’ll be happy.” Quinn turned and frowned at her.
“I love it when you’re happy Santana,” Brittany chirped from the back seat.
“And I am in full support of your getting some, my pretty pony.” Santana poked Kurt on the shoulder. “Sex is awesome.”
Kurt snorted. Santana had taken some getting used to at first, but dating Brittany had eased some of her anger, and lately she’d been encouraging Kurt to go hang out at Lima’s only gay bar and just ‘get it done.’
The truth was that Kurt was more than a little nervous about what he was planning - hoping really, to do at this party.
Kurt had always hoped that at some point he'd meet a nice guy at school, one who was sweet and romantic and out and brave enough to be with him. Someone who'd want to figure out things together, share French fries and movie dates and clothing tips, and various firsts of a sexual variety. But that guy never showed up, and in a year Kurt was moving to New York having possibly never even held another boy’s hand, much less kissed one. He intended that to change tonight.
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There were a lot of cars parked on the street as they got near the party, so they parked a couple of blocks away and walked over.
“I told my dad we’d be on the road by midnight, which means we can probably push it to one am if we’re having a good time.”
“By good time do you mean if some junior frat boy is on his knees with his -”
“Santana!” Quinn hissed. Santana rolled her eyes and walked ahead, her pinkie finger linked with Britt. Quinn slipped her arm through Kurt’s as they made their way toward the house. The party looked to be in full swing. “There will be a lot of people there and it can get intimidating.”
“I have been to parties, Quinn.”
“Still, you’re looking to pick someone up - or get picked up -” She looked at him and batted her eyelashes knowingly - “and this is more or less a first for you. Remember - never drink anything someone hands you unless you watched them pour or open it - or open it yourself, and you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want. Ever. With anyone.”
“I’m driving so I won’t be drinking much at all -”
“People put things in soda too Kurt.” He supposed she had a point. “Just mingle for a while, see if you’re comfortable.”
Quinn gave the guy working the door her name, which he checked off a list and gave them each three drink tickets. “Have fun!” He said brightly as they trailed in. Definitely theater department, Kurt thought.
They did a lap around the party, all of them grabbing drinks when they got to the booze room. Kurt had decided earlier that he would have one beer to loosen up and maybe settle some of his nerves, but after that it would be water or soda. After leaving Quinn with the guy who had invited them, and an agreement to text each other at midnight to see where they were all at, Kurt went with Santana and Brittany to find the dance floor.
The frat house was predictably large, but for this end of summer blast they had set up a lighted dance floor in the back yard, complete with DJ and strings of mismatched lights strung up all around the dance area. There were tables and chairs off to either side for just hanging out, and an outside bar. It was a lot more civilized than Kurt had expected from his first official (and hopefully only) frat party.
Kurt finished his beer, then danced with the girls for a few songs, keeping his eyes open for any guys who might be interested. After a few songs a tall, blond, very attractive guy cut in, pulling Kurt away from the girls. They danced a couple of songs, but he didn't get too handsy, and Kurt switched him out for another partner, then another after that.
The dancing went on for a while, and while he was having a good time, Kurt hadn't connected with anyone in a way that made him want to drag him up to an empty bedroom somewhere. He did want another beer, but he wasn’t actually drunk enough off of the one he’d had to talk himself into it - he’d had road safety drilled into his head since before he could walk - so when he was ready for a break he grabbed a water from the outside bar and wandered back into the house.
It was hot inside, and the dancing had made him sweat. He did notice that there were a few cute, older looking guys eyeing him up, but he felt a little too gross and sweaty to let some stranger get too close, although they were just going to get sweaty anyway. Kurt shivered thinking about it, but he didn’t know if was excitement or nerves. Maybe he wasn’t really ready for this at all.
Kurt drained his water, but he was still hot and thirsty so he wandered to the bar room for a can of soda.
Standing in front of the bar was a guy he hadn't noticed earlier. He was talking to a girl with long dark hair, so Kurt took his time noticing him. He wore well fitted navy shorts and a retro patterned polo that Kurt immediately recognized as Brooks Brothers - where everyone else at the party was decked out in J Crew or Abercrombie. He was wearing sandals, which Kurt was willing to forgive only because of the excessive heat, and his hair was neatly combed and gelled down.
Kurt was still staring when the guy turned and noticed Kurt looking at him. He smiled with the corner of his mouth, but Kurt looked away, embarrassed for getting caught looking. When Kurt had no choice but to turn back as his turn came at the bar, both the guy and the girl he had been talking to were gone. Kurt sighed and took his mercifully freezing cold diet soda from the guy minding the bar and walked out to drink it on the front porch, hoping it would be a little quieter than inside the house.
When he finally made it outside, Kurt was surprised to find that the only person actually on the front porch was Mr. Brooks Brothers, from the bar. He had turned when Kurt opened the door, and was looking right at Kurt when he stepped out.
“Hi,” Mr. Brooks Brothers said.
Kurt blinked about a hundred times. “Uh, hi.” He looked down at his soda can and popped the top. He could already feel his mouth drying up. “Cool party.” The guy didn’t say anything, so Kurt kept talking. “Do you go to school here?”
Brooks Brothers stared for a moment, then seemed to realize it was his turn to say something, and nodded sharply. “Yeah, um, sophomore.”
God this guy was cute. Kurt kept staring. “Oh, cool.”
“What about you? Do you go here?”
Kurt had decided his cover story would be that he went to school at NYU - there would be less likelihood of ever running into someone in NY. And he was absolutely going to get in there anyway.
“No, I go to NYU. I'm here with some friends.”
Brooks Brothers nodded. “Ah.” They both stood silent for a moment, and Kurt had to wonder if he would ever have a not-awkward moment with a guy, when the guy spoke again. “I saw you dancing earlier - was going to cut in, but then you disappeared.”
Brooks Brothers took a couple of steps closer while he talked. He wasn't close enough to touch him or anything, but Kurt could see that they guy had quite pretty eyes, and biceps that threatened the integrity of the sleeves on the shirt he was wearing and oh wow pretty lips…that were still talking.
“I don't know if - you can say no if you don't, um, my car is parked just about a block away -” he shrugged, “if you maybe want to get away for a bit.” His confidence in what he was proposing was undermined somewhat by how nervously he was proposing it, but Kurt was sure when he asked that all of the hesitation about hooking up at this party that he’d had inside the house had disappeared.
“Okay,” he heard himself say, and he was rewarded with a smile that lit Brooks Brothers’ face all the way from his mouth to the tips of his sweetly triangular eyebrows. “Lead the way.”
Silently, Kurt followed Brooks Brothers to his car, which was parked around the corner from the frat house but in the opposite direction from where Kurt had parked his car earlier. There were other cars parked along the street on both sides, but it was secluded from view of the frat house by a large row of shrubs, and the street was darkened further due to a broken overhead street lamp. It seemed remarkably well concealed from prying eyes and Kurt wondered if the guy had parked here for exactly that reason. Kurt filed that idea away in case he ever found himself at a party looking to pick up virginal young high school students trying to pass themselves off as college. Brooks Brothers unlocked the car with a ‘blip blip’ and opened the back door, indicating for Kurt to get in, a small smile visible on his face.
Kurt slid into the back seat turning his body so that his left knee was folded on the seat and he could face Brooks Brothers, who slid in next to him. After auto locking the car and tossing the keys onto the center console in the front, he played with his phone and set it on the floor of the car. It was letting off a low glow that gave off some light allowing them to see each other, but not so bright that it lit up the car.
“Better,” he breathed, turning to Kurt and sliding an arm across the back of the seat. His left hand curved around Kurt’s right thigh, and without any preamble at all, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against Kurt’s.
For the first time in his life Kurt was kissing another boy, and he was so surprised by it that he let out an actual squeak. Brooks Brothers pulled back, looking at him in the near dark.
“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
Kurt was mortified. It might be the first time he’d had his lips on another boy, but the last thing he wanted was for the boy know that.
“No it’s fine,” Kurt said, forcing a smile. “Caught me off guard.” He gathered all the courage he had and leaned in, grateful that Brooks Brothers didn’t seem to be annoyed with him and went right back to what he’d been doing too. Which was kissing Kurt. Kurt parted his lips, tilting his head to get a better angle, and Brooks Brothers made a pleased noise and pushed closer. The hand across the back of the seat moved to Kurt’s shoulder, then around the back of his neck, long strong fingers holding him as they kissed harder. Kurt gasped when he felt a tongue slide alongside his own and without thinking he sucked lightly on it. The hand on his thigh drifted higher, stroking along Kurt’s leg until fingers teased into the holes Kurt had made in his jeans.
Kurt had been at an initial loss for where to put his hands, and pressed them against Brooks Brother’s (very firm) chest. He moved them up, over muscled shoulders, moaning without realizing it as he did.
“Mmm, wait, wait,” Brooks Brothers stopped just as Kurt was wriggling his hips to shift closer. “What’s your name?”
“My name?” Kurt asked between kisses. “What?” Kurt kept kissing and Brooks Brothers didn’t object. But he wasn’t done asking.
“Yeah, your name.” Kurt moved one hand down across Brooks Brothers’ chest and down, getting his own grip on the guy’s thigh.
“Does it matter?” Kurt kissed along his jaw, dragging his teeth below Brooks Brothers’ ear.
“What? Yes, yeah. I’m about to put my hand in your pants - at least I hope I am” he ducked his head with a bashful smile that Kurt found both sexy and endearing. “I want to know your name. It matters.” He paused. “My name’s Blaine.”
Kurt stopped kissing Blaine, pulling back to look into this boys eyes, panting just a little from the kissing. Back in sophomore year his dad had given him the sex talk, complete with actual how-to pamphlets and instructions to ask him if he had any questions. He didn't know whether his dad was hoping that Kurt would meet a boy, or was just completely clueless about the unlikelihood of that ever happening at McKinley High School in backwardsville Lima, Ohio. Either way, Kurt had been mortified at the entire thing, hiding in his room for the next several hours (okay, reading the pamphlets, but that hadn’t made the experience less mortifying). But Burt Hummel had said one thing that had stuck with him, and was sure would lead him to be incredibly disappointed with his son if he knew what he was doing right now. “Don't throw yourself around,” he'd said. “You matter, Kurt.” Kurt blinked and looked at Blaine.
“Kurt,” he said. “My name’s Kurt.”
Blaine grinned a smile so bright Kurt thought it could have lit the car from the inside all by itself.
“Kurt.” Blaine leaned in, his kiss swollen lips slotting onto Kurt's for a long brain melting moment. “I was calling you ‘hot guy’, you know, in my head,” he said, pulling away for just a moment.
“That's okay,” Kurt responded, kissing back. “I was calling you Brooks Brothers.” Blaine laughed, sharp and sweet, that same grin threatening to split his face in two.
He leaned back in, fingers now playing at the buttons on Kurt’s shirt. “May I?” He asked, kissing Kurt on the cheek.
Kurt nodded, nervous about how this was going to go, or what exactly was going to happen. He kissed Blaine as a distraction as Blaine unbuttoned his shirt, then groaned when Blaine put his hands on Kurt's bare chest. Kurt inhaled sharply, but leaned in so Blaine wouldn't pull away. He didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to stop. At least not yet.
They continued touching and kissing, each step closer to what, Kurt wasn't sure. The angle in the back seat made getting closer difficult, and the hard on in Kurt's shorts was getting uncomfortable.
But the making out was getting more intense. Blaine wriggled and slid under Kurt, his back on the back seat, and he tugged until Kurt was lying on top of him. They were both obviously hard. Kurt propped himself up with his elbows and looked down at Blaine who looked gorgeous and a little desperate in the odd light of the back seat. His hips churned little circles against the weight of Kurt on top of him.
“That feels good,” Kurt gasped, dropping his head to Blaine’s shoulder.
Blaine was panting against Kurt’s cheek. Kurt swore to himself that if he ever had the opportunity to make out in a car again he’d make sure he had his Navigator. “Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
“Can I touch you?” Blaine was running a finger up and down the obvious bulge of Kurt's cock straining in his shorts. Kurt thought he might black out just at that.
“Yes, yes please.”
Blaine gripped Kurt by the hips, pushing him off just enough to get his hands between them. He rubbed firmly against Kurt’s erection, a quiet wow escaping his lips. Kurt stared at Blaine’s face as he slid each button on the fly of his shorts through its hole, breathing harder as Blaine opened his pants and slipped his hand inside, over the fabric of his underwear.
“Oh god,” Kurt thrust into Blaine's hand, once, twice, a third time. The blind pleasure of having another boy touch him rippled from his jaw down through his spine, leaving him jolting into the air when Blaine removed his hand.
“Wait, hang on,” Blaine said. He pushed Kurt to sit up a bit more, then pulled his own shirt over his head. Blaine dropped back to the seat of the car and then quickly unfastened his belt and undid his own shorts. Kurt watched as he wriggled them down just a bit past his hips. Then he reached back for Kurt's shorts, pushing them down until he could reach into his underwear and then he wrapped his hand around the bare flesh of Kurt's cock. Blaine whimpered, then pulled his own cock out of his underwear. Kurt put a hand on Blaine’s wrist.
“Can I?” He searched Blaine’s eyes for any hesitation, but it wasn't there. Blaine nodded, and Kurt lay the palm of his hand against Blaine’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking slowly. He felt like he should say something, compliment Blaine on how amazing his body felt or how gorgeous his cock was. Blaine moaned, tilting his head back, and Kurt didn't have the words.
Then Blaine wriggled again, positioning Kurt over him and then pushing on his lower back until his cock was pressed against Blaine’s.
Kurt gasped, and Blaine spit into his hand and wrapped it around both of their cocks as best he could, trapping them in the channel of his fist. Kurt wanted to be disgusted at Blaine using spit for lubricant, but honestly the whole thing was so hot and they looked so hot in Blaine’s hand as he rubbed them together that he just couldn't.
“Just - put your hands here,” Blaine said, placing Kurt’s hands on the back of the seat and the door handle behind him. ”Brace yourself. Let me take care of you.” Blaine smiled up at him, and Kurt was grateful he knew what he was doing. This had been a good idea.
After that it was all heavy breathing and the sound of rustling clothes and skin on skin until Kurt couldn't watch anymore. He closed his eyes, thrusting into Blaine's hand as he jerked them both off.
“Oh god,” Kurt moaned. He wanted to focus on what was happening. Another boy had his hand on Kurt's cock for the first time and he wanted to watch, wanted to know what he was experiencing. But Blaine's hand was so sure and his cock was so hard and it was all so so different from when he touched himself anywhere that he just couldn't. Blaine was grunting and making noises underneath Kurt and Kurt wanted to know what he was feeling, wished he would say something, could say something. It was all so much.
Then Blaine moaned and shifted, and Kurt had to brace his leg so he wouldn't slide right off the back seat and somehow it made Blaine lose his grip on them for a second - Kurt heard Blaine hiss no then replace his grip on them, twisting in a totally new way that caused Kurt to make a noise somewhere between a choke and a whine. He looked at Blaine, hoping he hadn't noticed Kurt's completely virginal reactions to what they were doing; he didn't want to let on that he’d never done anything like this before..
But Blaine had his head thrown back against the arm of the door, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and Blaine was coming in thick white stripes across his chest, over his fist, come smearing all over Kurt’s cock as he continued pushing through Blaine’s fist. It only took fractions of fractions of seconds for Kurt to make all these observations and then he felt the familiar whip-crack down his spine into his balls and he was coming all over Blaine’s chest, his release pooling with Blaine’s.
It took Kurt a few moments to come back to himself, the intensity of the experience both more and less than he'd expected, now that it was over. Blaine had stroked him through the last pulse of his orgasm, seemingly knowing just when to stop before it was too much. Kurt wondered if the whole thing had been too much, but Blaine was smiling up at him so sweetly, what looked like real feeling in his eyes, so Kurt didn't say anything. Blaine shifted up on one elbow and pressed the hand not covered in their come against Kurt’s cheek, holding him in place for a soft, closed mouth kiss that should have felt chaste but was anything but.
“That was amazing,” Blaine said, pulling away. His messy hand trailed circles through the come on his stomach.
Kurt blinked, his cock throbbing. “It was?”
Blaine looked up and frowned, a worried look instantly taking over his face. “You didn’t - you could have said if you wanted something else.”
Kurt couldn’t in that moment imagine what else he could have wanted. He shook his head, some need to reassure Blaine spiking in his chest.
“No, no it was, um great. You were great.” He tried to match Blaine’s smile, but wasn’t sure anyone could actually do that. “I’m glad you liked it,” Kurt said, cringing a little and sitting back on his heels, bumping his head on the roof of the car with a loud ‘oof’. He looked at Blaine and forced himself to grin. Be natural. “I’m always a little clumsy after a good orgasm.” Blaine giggled, but his eyes were wide. Smooth Hummel.
Now that they were both coming down from the rush of orgasm, their half naked state was starting to get awkward and Blaine made an attempt to sit up.
“I think there are some tissues under the seat there, do you think you can reach?” Blaine asked.
Kurt twisted around, finding the box and offering a handful to Blaine to clean himself up with. Eventually Kurt tucked himself back into his underwear and fastened up his pants, shifting so Blaine could free his legs and sit up. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Blaine eventually wriggled into his shorts, realizing in a panic that he didn’t have an exit plan. He couldn’t imagine etiquette called for him to hang around long. He was trying to think up some meaningful parting words when Blaine reached for his keys on the front console and unlocked the car doors.
“So, can I walk you back to the party?” He sounded fully composed. Was this all there was? Kurt wondered. They shake hands and leave?
“No, I have to get going.” Kurt shook his head, trying to offer a polite smile. He really had no idea what time it was, or what the girls were up to, but he didn’t think it was quite curfew yet. “Thanks.”
He reached for the door, pulling the handle and pushing the door open so he could step out. Blaine sat in the car, making no move to follow him, so Kurt leaned over to stick his head in the car to say goodbye.
Blaine jumped in his seat when Kurt reappeared. The light from Blaine’s phone shone more directly on his face, and he looked scared.
“Hey I just wanted to say good-bye.”
Blaine nodded, his smile back in an instant. “Yeah.” Blaine waved. “See you ‘round.”
Kurt had had enough of the party, and walked back to his car, his limbs still a little shaky. His body felt good, but his heart felt a little empty, and he didn’t know what to think about that. He hadn’t really expected to feel anything like that. He thought he would just feel experienced.
Kurt climbed into his car and checked his phone - there were two texts from Quinn and one from Santana. He texted that the combination of J.Crew and the oppressive August heat had put him off his original plan, and he had gone back to the car to keep from becoming sick. It was barely 11:30. He wanted to be alone for a while.
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