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tuanhood · 4 years ago

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35,000 ft

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: smut, angst, some fluff?, exes to lovers

warnings: 18+, language, dirty talk, cheating, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, public sex (mile high club ALERT)

word count: 9,800+

summary: two years have passed since you last saw your ex-boyfriend. when you’ve thought about running into him again, it certainly wasn’t at 35,000 ft and it certainly wasn’t like this.

a/n: wow my longest one shot yet... UMMM it’s a little messy and all over the place but don’t hesitate to let me know what you think or if anyone wants to cry over the photos of Mark at home playing in the pool sMH. also i do not CONDONE cheating fyI

part 2: 125 ft

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“Yes, yes, yes I’ll call you when I land…” You mumbled through the phone, half paying attention and half trying to decide which sandwich would best suit your needs.

“Okay but seriously… call me. I hate it when you’re over there enough so not getting a call freaks me out even more.”

You wanted to roll your eyes and gag, but you stopped yourself knowing that it wasn’t what a typical girlfriend would do when on the phone with her boyfriend. You two were supposed to still be in the honeymoon phase, not the “he gives me the ick” phase already.

Then again, you had never even been in the “he gives me the ick” phase before. Yay for new experiences you guessed.

“Brian, it’s so fine. It’s one of the safest cities in the world, I’ve been so many times I don’t even need a map to tell me where I’m going.”

“I hope you still do though… Use a map. I don’t want you to get lost and I know that’s easy to do in those modern, technologically advanced smart cities.”

Being with Brian sometimes felt like there wasn’t even a fourth wave of feminism.

You weren’t sure why you were sticking around. Part of you felt pressured because you hadn’t had any actual relationships in… well awhile and your mom was constantly asking when you were finally going to get a ring on your finger and give her a grandchild.

Judging by all the outside influences that were currently controlling your life, it felt like maybe there isn’t a fourth wave of feminism. You were setting everyone back just based on your own sad life. Maybe it was best to just dump Brian and go back to your hook up days, the year and a half before him that was just endless amounts of sex with random guys trying to fix a piece of you that would never be put back together.

“Y/n? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here Brian.”

Even after being together for almost 6 months you couldn’t bring it in you to call him something besides his name. It was always Brian this, Brian that. Calling him a pet name made you cringe.

Yeah… Maybe it was definitely time to break up with him.

“Listen… I should go. I want to get something to eat before they start boarding since it’s a long one and all.”

But you’ll just do it later.

“Okay… sounds good. Get a small sandwich or something so you’ll feel full enough before they actually feed you on the plane.”

Suddenly you didn’t want a sandwich.

“Got it… Bye.”

“Love you, bye.”

You hear a noise letting you know the call has been disconnected and drop your hand, gripping the device at your side.

That was another thing. Brian had told you only 3 months of dating that he loved you – to which you had responded with “oh wow… that’s- that’s… so nice of you.” Being the nice guy, he was completely fine with you not saying it back, because he felt so sure that one day you would. He understood that you had issues with a past relationship that you weren’t quite ready to let go of yet, therefore your heart wasn’t completely available. He felt with time you would give in and love him too.

As of now you weren’t too sure… Especially if you did end up breaking up with him. At a later date and time of course. Maybe when you came back?

Your mind went blank as you looked at the shelves of the poorly made airport food in front of you. The sandwiches that had once looked good and enticing suddenly lost their luster and the last thing you wanted to do was waste money on one. Sighing, you glanced back down at the phone in your hand. The object felt more like a heavy weight and a burden rather than just a phone. It wasn’t due to work or family; it was just all because of Brian.

You’re startled when your phone comes to life once again under your gaze, buzzing softly.

Brian. Remember don’t forget to text me when you board!

It was like he had a sixth sense for whenever you were thinking of him. And to be honest it wasn’t that often.

A couple of weeks ago you were out to lunch with a few friends from college and when updating those who you hadn’t seen in a while on the goings-on of your life, you had at first redacted the fact that you had a boyfriend completely.

“Anyone romantic in your life?” Your friend Alice had asked you.

Without thinking you had begun telling her how he was in game design and was from LA just like you, but soon cut yourself off before you could talk about how cute his dog was. That’s when you realized you weren’t talking about Brian. Brian was in fucking accounting, not game design and was 100% allergic to any kind of animal. When your friend asked about your love life, you had him in mind and not Brian even though so much time had gone by.

You were starting to believe that you weren’t ready for a relationship at all.

Sighing, you figured that maybe chips would be a better and less smelly option for the plane ride. Knowing yourself you would probably dig into them within the first thirty minutes of the thirteen-hour trip.

You whip around to find wherever your newly desired snack choice could be when you catch a glimpse of someone out of the corner of your eye. The goosebumps that make their way to the surface of your skin and the hair on the back of your neck standing up so eagerly causes your entire body to freeze with fear. There was only one person who made you feel this way, one person who made your blood run cold. The person you had just indirectly been thinking of.

No, no it couldn’t be.

You’re afraid to turn around, because more than anything you don’t want to be right. If you felt stressed thinking about Brian, you were going to have a panic attack from seeing him. Pivoting yourself to the left, you bite your lip anxiously unsure of how you’re supposed to react if you are right. Taking in the sight behind you, you’re met with a father and daughter selecting candy from the shelves of the store. The individual causing your anxiety nowhere in sight. Your entire body relaxes.

The last thing you wanted was a fiasco in the international terminal at LAX. It certainly wouldn’t do you, your family and your company any good to make headlines. It especially wouldn’t have made Brian happy; he probably would have called you a hundred times in worry.

“I can’t fucking believe it.”

And just like that you’re snapped out of your daze, your false security vanished, goosebumps emerging once again. This time there were no questions. That voice. It was him.

Turning back around you find yourself under the gaze of your ex-boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend who you haven’t seen in over two years.

You wish you could say that time hadn’t been good to Mark, but that would be a bold-faced lie. He had somehow become even more attractive in the last two years and the only real thing that seemed different about him was his hair color. The last time you had seen him he had been blonde, but now he had opted for a dark brown color. As much as you hated thinking it, it definitely suited him.

The last two years felt like a long blur of trying to forget him and everything or everyone associated with him. Those were of course difficult things to do, many of the people in your shared three-year life with Mark becoming some of your closest allies and the fact that Mark wasn’t an easy person to erase. Since the two of you met – even when you were just friends – you had a magnetic like pull to one another that couldn’t just be forgotten and dismissed. You were even feeling it right now after everything.

He’s wearing a tight smile, almost as if he too can’t believe you’re standing here in front of him. It was as though you were the one inconveniencing him, when he had been the one to even say something to you. If you had seen him first, you would have turned around and ran the other way pretending like it never happened. For some reason he was willing to acknowledge you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here,” his tight smile soon fades away and his voice is smooth as ice, a nonchalance to it that makes you question whether he even cares about this run in.

“Me either. Good to see you… Now if you’ll excuse me…” You replied pushing past him to continue your previous task of looking for chips. Much to your dislike, he follows you as you embark on one of the aisles, your eyes scanning the items placed out oh so carefully.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how I’ve been? What I’ve been up to?”

The last you had heard of Mark was that he had moved to Beijing after being given a position at a video game development company. At first you had been surprised at Mark taking a job overseas, he had always expressed to you how even over his own dead body he would never leave LA, but ultimately him in China relieved you. No longer did you have to avoid your favorite spots in the city for boba or the park bench where you got most of you best thinking done. You didn’t even have to be worried about getting invited to a party or dinner with a friend, wondering if Mark was going to show up. With Mark gone you could freely have your life back and not walk around with the fear of running into him. But you guessed that it could only have lasted so long before fate – as cruel as she was – brought you two together again.

“No that’s okay. I’m good,” you go down another aisle, he still follows suit.

Where were those damn chips?

“If you’re looking for the chips, they’re over there,” he said pointing behind you to the back wall in a location that you should have noticed sooner, “and if you want your favorite brand of salt & vinegar chips, they’re on the bottom shelf.”

Your stomach churned, he thought after all this time he would be able to still just know you like the back of his hand? What snack you’re looking for? What chips you like? No way.

Wordlessly you march to the back and stare at the shelves in front of you. You felt your hand dangerously moving forward to the bottom to grab the salt & vinegar chips Mark mentioned, but you control yourself and pull back not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Instead you opt for plainly salted kettle chips.

“Thanks… you’ve been a big help. See you never,” you scoffed turning around to face him and pushing past him to pay for your item, leaving Mark in the dust behind you.

“What you’re not going to even pretend that it’s nice to see me?”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” you practically spat at him, the father and daughter from earlier staring at the two you, the father particularly appalled for your colorful choice of language.

Mark’s silent and you turn back to the self-checkout to scan your chips, hopeful to not think about your ex-boyfriend for the next thirteen hours. He watches you carefully as you take out your wallet to pay and tap your card against the reader. It isn’t difficult for him to sense the tension in your body, he can see it just from you performing the simple and mundane task of paying. The worst part is that he knows he’s the cause.

Grabbing your snack, you exit the small store and Mark follows you, grabbing your wrist, he tries again, “you could say something nice? Like you care? It’s been two years y/n… Can’t we just be normal people with each other?”

At this you feel something in you snap, “I don’t care how much time has fucking passed Mark… I’m never going to get over you just completely throwing our relationship out the window. I can’t believe I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you… I was so fucking dumb to think you cared about me for even one minute. So, to answer your question… no we can’t just be normal people with each other. We were never normal people with each other to begin with.”

The two of you had started off as friends, just friends. It was something new for Mark, being just friends with a girl and not having sex attached. Many people in your life warned you not to get close to him, that he was just a fuckboy who didn’t care about the emotional – it was only the physical with him. Ultimately you ignored him, becoming his friend and finding that you two just worked together. First you worked together as friends and soon you fell under his Mark Tuan spell, working together as lovers.

Throughout your entire relationship you did your best to trust Mark, which you accomplished for the most part, but in the back of your head you would constantly hear the voices of everyone around you. You would hear the stories of the girls he had before you and how terribly he treated them, but you ignored it all. After a while you started to think of it all a little less, people even congratulating you on lasting so long with Mark – something that tended to annoy you. You knew that they didn’t see the Mark that you knew, the Mark that wanted to be something else for you, the best for you. Then after three years together, almost a month after your anniversary, you found out he had been with someone else.

The old Mark had perhaps never truly vanished, but was just immensely good at hiding.

Now here you were in front of him and you couldn’t tell who this Mark was.

Mark scoffed, “you haven’t changed at all…” Now he was mad at you? “It’s probably better we just say goodbye here.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s what I’ve been trying to do this whole time.”

He wanted to say more, but looking at how annoyed you were at merely being close to him, he let it go. It was hard for him to understand how he was feeling. He longed for you, but he also felt a lot of anger towards you that he wasn’t sure how to control.

Both of you stare at one another, neither of you wanting to be the first one to walk off. Without a word, you both collect yourselves and assumedly prepare to embark on your respective gates. Mark gives you a final glance with his fists now clenched in frustration and turns to walk toward his flight.

You realize he’s going the same direction as you and you follow awkwardly behind. After a moment – as if he can sense you’re still there – he turns around and scowls at you.

“Why are you following me?”

You snorted, the actual audacity of Mark Tuan. This is an airport for fuckssake, you can’t control where your flight is, “as if I would ever follow you! I’m going to my gate! I think the better question is why are you following me?”

“I’m going to my gate!”

“Okay!” You yell a little too loud, “Okay!” he repeated, matching your volume. You can sense that people are starting to stare at the two of you for your truly unprompted yelling.

Mark looks back at you once again, rolling his eyes. The two of you may have gates in the same area, but you can’t stand to look at him any longer – much less his back which you couldn’t help but notice has become much broader. Not that you would admit it to him… or anyone.

You pick up your pace, passing Mark and causing him to trail behind. You expect him to say some snarky remark or rude comment when you go in front of him, but instead all you hear is an annoyed groan. It’s when you finally reach your gate and sit down in the waiting area that you feel Mark is no longer right behind you, but instead frozen in the main concourse, in front of the space you’re seated in. He feels his mouth go dry and he wants to scream. All he wants is to just be rid of you, to not be forced to think of you when you’re right in front of him. He wanted to wipe his brain clean.

It suddenly dawns you on the reason why Mark is frozen as if he can’t comprehend what he’s seeing. You stand up abruptly, “this can’t be happening.”

He snaps out of his trance with your words and comes closer to the gate, approaching where you’re seated. You’re just about to wave your hands, warning him not to come any closer when he huffs and sits down on a chair only few away from your own.

“You’re going to Seoul?” He says it as if you being allowed in the Korean peninsula is a disgusting idea.

“I’ve been traveling between LA and Seoul every 2 months for the last year and a half, so yes I am. Aren’t you supposed to be going to Beijing or something?”

He smirked, “I thought you didn’t care about what I was up to?”

“I only care if it assures that you’re as far away from me as humanely possible.”

Your ex looks at his watch and at the screen of the gate alerting passengers that boarding would begin in a few minutes, “well since you’re so curious. I didn’t like Beijing, so I found a job in Seoul that I like much better.

“Didn’t want to come back to LA?”

He looks back to you and you almost wish he hadn’t, “there’s not really a lot left in LA for me anymore.”

Both of you stare at one another for a moment, and you feel your stomach flip. Does he mean what I think he means? Your eyes drift down to your lap and you feel yourself pulling out your phone, not needing any more Mark.

You manage to pass 10 minutes this way, aimlessly refreshing your emails and ignoring Brian’s latest text asking if you’ve boarded yet. Being so engrossed in your phone, you didn’t even notice Mark’s constant glances up at you, wondering what you were looking at or who you were talking to.

There it is again, he thought to himself, Do I care? Do I not care? What the fuck, make up your mind dude.

When the call for First-Class boarding comes to your dismay, both you and Mark stand up. You try to just tell yourself that it’s not important, you would probably both be seated aisles apart, not having to spend any more unwarranted time together.

Even when you’re finally on the plane and find yourself behind him once again in the aisle, you tell yourself that this will be the last moment you have to see Mark Tuan.

“Here’s your seat sir, can I get you any drinks or snacks before take-off?” the flight attendant asked Mark when she shows him his seat. He gives this shit eating grin that makes you want to slap it off his face, you couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of you. What? Did he think he was going to get to fuck the flight attendant as an extra First-Class amenity?

“Ah no thank you, I’m fine for now, but I’ll let you know if anything changes,” you feel awkward standing in the aisle watching this unfold, especially since you can see the attendant is giving in, blush creeping up on her face from Mark’s smooth gaze. You clear your throat, reminding her that you too are there and she quickly turns to you, an apologetic look on her face.

“And here's your seat Miss,” she graciously steps back to let you slide into your seat and you don’t move.

This had to be a joke.

You looked from your seat, to Mark’s and then to the flight attendant.

“I can’t sit here... I’m sorry but there has to be another seat available.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but there are no other openings in First Class. We only have seats available back in economy.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had been saving all of your miles for a First-Class upgrade for forever, there was no way you were going to give it up, “Mark move to coach.”

“Huh? Are you joking? My company paid for this; I’m not moving back there! You move!”

How were you supposed to sit in front of Mark Tuan for the next thirteen hours? The man who had loved you so deeply, but also caused you the most pain.

Just as people had stared at the two of you in the terminal, the other passengers in your surrounding area were also beginning to look. Maybe if the two of you got into one of your notorious screaming matches, someone would feel bad enough and offer to trade. You couldn’t do that to someone, you wouldn’t wish being stuck next to Mark Tuan on a long-haul flight on your worst enemy. Well… Mark was your worst enemy.

Smiling, you turn back to the flight attendant, “It’s fine… I’ll just stay here. Thank you though.” She gives you a smile, but you can sense some annoyance behind her eyes. You can’t blame her.

Mark looks at you wide eyed, previously caught up in organizing his space, but snapping out his activities when he hears your dismissal about moving seats, “uh… what are you doing? Are you seriously going to sit here?”

“Yes Mark. Unlike you, I paid for my seat so I’m not moving anywhere.”

He scoffed, “Fine.”

“Fine!”

hour one

“Ma’am could you tell the gentleman in 3A to stop chewing so loudly?” You asked the flight attendant, putting on the sweetest voice possible. Mark was driving you up the wall and you were only an hour into the flight.

It was almost as though you could hear every single cough, every shifting in his seat and it was all driving you up the wall. Just knowing he was there irked you.

The flight attendant looks clueless and as she opens her mouth slowly, unsure of how to respond. You hear Mark’s low voice grumble from behind you, also addressing the attendant, “uh ma’am can you tell the lady in 2A to mind her own business, pop a xanny and just go to sleep?”

She clearly wasn’t expecting to deal with any difficult passengers this early on in a thirteen-hour flight. For her sake you wish you could deal with Mark and be more civil, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

hour three

“Y/n…”

Be strong, you tell yourself, don’t look back, you can get through this.

“Y/n?”

It’s probably not important… He just wants to annoy you.

“Y/n!”

Screw being strong.

“What the fuck do you want?” Being in semi-pods in First-Class it was difficult to just whip around and face Mark, to show him your annoyance under the lights beginning to dim.

“Do you have any extra AirPods?”

“Why the fuck would I just carry around extra Airpods around with me? Are you an idiot?” You sneered.

“Jesus Christ I was just asking. You don’t have to be so vicious. Maybe someone should fuck the tension out of you,” he said, mumbling the last part. He says it so quietly and so half assed that you almost think that you misheard him.

“Choke on a dick Mark,” you replied quietly, not wanting the other passengers to hear or disturb the few who had already drifted asleep.

He scoffed, “maybe you should be.”

You were wrong, the Mark that you had reunited with was just the same old fuckboy Mark who didn’t give a fuck about anyone.

Placing your AirPods in your ears, you close your eyes and ignore the rest of Mark’s efforts to speak to you, just wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and wake up in your hotel room in Seoul.

hour seven

You pop your headphones out of your ears in frustration, feeling as though you hadn’t managed to get any real sleep during the hours that had passed. You look behind you to Mark’s seat, and feel relieved to see his eyes closed and a slow, shallow breath coming from his mouth.

It felt weird to gaze at Mark and know you were no longer apart of his life. Sure, it had been two years, but you hadn’t seen him or had to deal with the reality that there was now a separate you and a separate Mark. Two entities that had nothing to do with one another anymore. Although sometimes it felt like you were still anchored to him.

Suddenly he shifted over onto his side, mumbling incoherent words in his sleep. The only thing you could make out was your own name. It made you feel uncomfortable, not because he was clearly dreaming about you, but you felt as though you were invading his private space, infiltrating an intimate moment.

“y/n… please…” he mumbled.

You felt like you’d heard enough. The flight was making you restless and you weren’t sure what you would do if you kept listening to Mark’s breathless calls for you. Standing up, you decide it’s probably best now to stretch and go to the bathroom, before you embark on your further slumber.

When you finish up in the bathroom, you almost have a heart attack pulling back the door to be met with Mark’s tall figure.

“Oh my god you scared me,” you said placing your hand on your chest. You shake your head, stepping out of the bathroom with the door closing firmly behind you. Attempting to go back to your seat, you position yourself to move past him, but he moves along with you to keep you from leaving.

“What are you doing?”

Mark doesn’t know what’s taken over him, he had woken up in a frenzy, his dreams not doing anything to help his mental state. He hadn’t dreamt about you in months, but of course as soon as you’re back in his life he has to have fantasies of you wrapped around him once again. It was torturous, especially with you only a few feet away from him. He dreamed about having you every way and any way, feeling like he was going crazy. When he saw you missing from your seat, he immediately got up almost as if in a sleep induced haze unable to control his actions.

"When are you going to stop pretending that you don’t want to be under me again?” he purred.

Your blood goes cold. Was he drunk? His words make you nervous, scared that someone could hear, but looking around the dark cabin it seemed as though everyone in First-Class was fast asleep.

“Mark…” you begin, your tone clearly frustrated, but also weakening a bit, clearly evident that his words are affecting you. It had been so long since someone talked to you like this, and you felt that the hours you had spent on the plane already altering your sanity.

“You were always such a good girl for me, what changed? When did you become so stubborn? What happened to my girl who was always so willing and sweet?”

“I was screwed over by an asshole, that’s what happened,” you mumbled trying to avert his gaze and prayed that maybe if you weren’t to look at him you could pretend that there wasn’t a part of you hanging on his every word.

“That was in the past. I’ve changed now… But I’m still your boy. Even after two fucking years, I’m still yours.”

You want to fight with him, say that if he was always your boy and still is then he would have never cheated on you. He would have never spent a night with someone else.

“Let me fuck the anger out of you.”

“What?” Okay he had to be drunk.

“You and I have too much sexual tension, and we’re both angry so let’s just fuck to relieve the tension.”

“You’ve said some pretty fucking dumb things before, but this is… this is…” you drift unsure of what exactly you think it is.

“A good idea?”

“Mark I’m not having sex with you in an airplane bathroom.”

“What? Like that’s bothered you before?”

When you were with Mark, the two of you would have sex in the riskiest places, so you weren’t a stranger to the kind of sex where you could be caught at any moment, but you had never joined the mile-high club before.

“We’re not together. I hate you and you hate me… for some reason.” You never understood why exactly Mark had been mad at you all of these years and acted as though you were the devil himself when he had been the one that ruined the two of you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t given him a second chance? Maybe it was from the influence of you hating him? Or maybe it was because you had never been enough for him, otherwise what would have caused him to spend the night with another woman?

Mark clicked his tongue and it causes you to bring your attention to his mouth. It almost makes you lose focus completely. “So what if we’re not together anymore? Does that matter?”

Does that matter?

His words make you remember something. Something very important.

Brian.

“Yes, it matters. I-I have a boyfriend,” for some reason the word “boyfriend” seems to be hard to get out. It was always weird to associate Brian as your boyfriend or your “partner,” but saying it to Mark felt like the weight of a ton of bricks.

In the dark lighting of the cabin you can just make out the frown that spreads across Mark’s face. Just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone and the cocky façade is back.

“And that’s a problem?” your ex asked.

As you’re about to protest and tell him that commitment in relationships is important to you, Mark reaches his hand out to rest on your bare shoulder, running it softly up and down your arms in a soothing pattern. It was a common gesture between the two of you, something Mark would constantly do whenever you were telling a story or the times you would fall asleep at night. It puts you at ease and you feel yourself close your eyes at his touch.

Mark would be lying if he said the word “boyfriend” coming out of your mouth didn’t disappoint him. In fact, he felt a similar pain to the one he felt two years ago when you had broken up with him. Mark wasn’t daft, he knew what you thought of him – a player, a fuckboy and someone who never cared about you in the first place. It hurt him to know that you were just like everyone else around him who had a preconceived notion of who he was or what he did. At one point in time he thought you were different.

But now looking at you and having you back in his life – even for only a thirteen-hour plane ride, he just wanted you back in his arms, back under his touch. He knew he should have felt guilty for not giving one fuck about this “boyfriend” you had acquired at some point during your two years apart, but he didn’t care. If he was going to have to be that cocky fuckboy who paid no mind to any consequences to get you, then so be it.

“Come on… it’s been two years… let me feel that pussy that I’ve missed so so much,” he whispered seductively against the shell of your ear, “let me fuck into it so good, because I know no one’s filled it up so well since me. Especially not that boyfriend.”

His words cause you to moan involuntarily and the noise awakens both you and him. You immediately shoot your hand up to cover your mouth, unsure of what’s getting into you. You were supposed to hate Mark, you had spent the last two years training yourself to hate him just in case a moment like this were ever to arise. But maybe that was an easier thing to imagine when you hadn’t seen him, because now with his hands gently caressing you and his request to be inside of you once again, you feel anything but hate. You feel want.

“Fuck Mark…”

“Just say the word baby, and you have me,” he whispered, delicately placing an open mouth kiss on your wrist, slowly continuing up your arm.

What were the pros and cons of this? If you were in any other difficult situation you would take a pause and list all of the good and bad things that could come from this. The big con was Brian… Even if you had been feeling strange about where your relationship with him was going and found him to be suffocating, you couldn’t do to him what Mark had done to you. Another negative factor emerged in your mind… you didn’t want to be put under Mark’s spell again, you couldn’t. Even being this close to him made you feel things that you had been trying to forget for two years, sleeping with him after all this time would only make it worse. That worried you. But judging on the primal way your body was reacting to Mark – your wet core being a clear sign – you knew this wasn’t going to be a logical decision where the cons outweigh the pros.

“I-” you’re about to do it, you’re about to gain enough strength to tell him you don’t want him anymore, but when he pushes your hair away from where it lays on your shoulder and attaches his lips to the side of your neck, any willpower you had vanishing. His gentle sucking on the sweet spot of your neck that he knows oh too well causes you to let out a whimper and he smiles against your skin, knowing he has you.

“Do it,” you mumbled, eyes still closed.

Mark brings his lips back to your ear, “do what baby?” His cocky tone makes you want to roll you eyes. He had always done this – torture you until you were begging to feel his touch.

You open your eyes and give yourself a moment to readjust to the dark lighting of the plane and focus on Mark’s face in the small space in front of the bathroom. You want to see his gaze when you make your non-logical decision.

“Fuck me.”

The corner of his mouth turns upwards as he brings his arm forward and behind you to pull open the bathroom door, pushing you backwards into the cramped space.

It’s when he’s pressed up against you and locks the door behind him that the reality of what you’re doing sets in. Just as you feel yourself get used to the harsh lighting, you freeze at Mark’s intense stare.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

He smiled and glanced down at the floor shyly, then back up at you, “You.”

For the first time since seeing him again at the airport store you feel those feelings in your stomach. No hate, no indifference and no bitterness towards Mark - not even just lust. Instead you felt a warmth for him that reminded you of the good days, not the bad ones. The swell in your heart worried you and you didn’t want to feel or dwell on it so you lean forward and kiss him.

Mark’s lips on yours doesn’t do anything to eliminate the softness you felt for him moments before, if anything it only intensifies it. It feels as though no time has passed for the two of you and the missing piece of the puzzle that you had been searching for has finally found its way back to you.

A low growl comes from Mark’s throat and it sends your hands to find shelter in his hair. When you were together you had always had a weird thing for Mark’s hair. You loved running your fingers through it, gently massaging his scalp and tugging at the roots. Mark would always joke that you would probably break up with him if he ever shaved his head, which you didn’t exactly argue with. And now it just felt so good to have your hands where they belong. It’s almost as though Mark’s read your mind and he smiles against you lips when he feels your hands, “pull as hard as you want.”

You feel his tongue at the seam of your lips, urging itself through to deepen the kiss and you tell yourself that it’s not too late, this can be the moment that you opt out for what a mistake this would be. With his hands drifting down from your hips to your ass, you feel yourself part your mouth voluntarily, realizing that you don’t want to stop this. You want to make this mistake; you want nothing more than to let him feel you and taste you even more.

“I want to taste you so bad,” Mark whispered against your lips, “see if you taste as good as I remember.”

You want that more than anything. Mark had always been so good with his tongue and just thinking about the hours he had spent between your thighs in the past made you even wetter than when you were having sex with Brian. Judging however, on the space you were both in, you didn’t know if it was physically possible. He can sense your hesitancy by the way your lips begin to still against his.

He breaks apart from you and gently rubs his thumb along your jawline and lips, “don’t think too much.” In an instant Mark’s crouched down in the very small space in the bathroom and you immediately find yourself worried about his comfort level, “are you sure you’re okay?”

He looked up at you, a dark look in his eyes and waved you off, “don’t worry about me babe, I’m about to have the best meal of my life.” At the end of his sentence he reaches up to the hem of your leggings and pulls them, along with your panties down in one sweep, pushing them aside. You’re almost surprised at his loftiness, but you remind yourself that it’s Mark. He moves a hand around to the back of your knee, hoisting one of your legs up onto the closed toilet seat, pushing the rest of your body up against the small sink counter. Although the space was already limited as it was, the position brought your core closer to his face and as you looked down to see the way his tongue stroked across his lips, you felt yourself already get lightheaded.

He began with leaving open mouth kisses along the inside of your lifted thigh and another on the top of your pubic mound. It was enough to make you feel shaky, as though the one leg that was supporting your weight would give out at any moment. You found yourself unfazed, you knew Mark would be there to catch you if you fell.

Mark leaned in further, his tongue delving between you folds to gather up as much of your wetness as he could, giving you a noisy taste that had him groaning, head pulling back and licking his lips after his first taste in two years.

“You taste even better than I remember, how the fuck could you get sweeter? I don’t even want to go back to my seat after tasting you, I could sit in this bathroom with my mouth on you till the end of the flight.”

You found yourself wanting nothing more than to be stuck in this crammed bathroom with Mark for as long as you both could get away with. The person who was contemplating whether or not this was a bad idea didn’t even exist to you anymore. One lap of his tongue on you and you were reminded of all the ways he could make you fall apart.

He tongued your clit slowly at first, every stroke almost teasing – as if he was making up for the years you two spent a part. His tongue would slip lower, working its way along your gushing entrance to remind you how much he relished your flavor before returning to your clit, the wet sounds of Mark’s sucking not even embarrassing to you. It was when Mark began to groan against you and swirl his tongue and suck that you felt your hands go back to his hair, roughly pulling him closer.

“Mark, I-I can’t… I’m gonna – fuck,” you moaned out unable to form a functional and coherent thought. As you feel your orgasm on the horizon and just around the corner, you tug at Mark’s roots further, which encourages him to pick up the pace of his tongue, wanting you to cum on his face just like you had many times before. He wanted to drive you to the brink of pleasure, but he also wanted to prove to himself that he could still bring you to the edge with just his tongue.

Any delicacy he had been exhibiting before is completely gone, the way he laps at your clit and swirls his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves causes your chest to heave and sweat on your brow. You’re so caught up in Mark that you barely notice your foot beginning to slip from its security on the toilet. Mark swiftly acknowledges your pending loss of balance and tugs the leg up onto his shoulder, not removing himself from you for even a moment.

You could feel yourself twitch and the arching of your hips towards his face, “come on baby I know how close you are, I need you to cum for me. Cum for me like all the times before, all over my face. I want it so bad.”

Mark’s muffled words against you and the final groans he emits from how much he loves your taste is the last straw as you finally let go and the waves of release crash over you. He doesn’t give way as you buck yourself further into him one final time, his back practically hitting the wall of the bathroom. Your body comes down from your climax and you look to see Mark gratefully clean up the release he caused. When he takes his mouth away, you feel your core wavering against the emptiness and loss of warmth it had felt, almost as though it wanted Mark to be a permanent attachment to you. You’re breathless, head falling back to the mirror behind you as Mark stands up, wiping the back of his mouth and jawline which had become messy and shiny with your juices.

“I knew you were still my little slut,” he pushes the hair that had fallen in front of your face behind you, “letting me have you in a fucking bathroom at 35,000 feet. How else will you let me have you?” He asked attaching his lips back to that spot on your neck.

It dawns on you that there’s no winning. You once again are completely under the spell and at the mercy of Mark Tuan, willing to let him do whatever he wants to you. “M-Mark whatever you want.” At your response he simply smirked, quickly pulling his joggers and boxers down, his painfully hard cock slapping against his lower stomach.

“Fuck I’ve been waiting so long to have you around me again. I never thought I would, and I’m going to make every second count.”

He positions himself in between your legs, gripping your hips and pauses for a moment, clearly contemplating something. Mark hadn’t planned on having sex on the plane, nor did he plan on even seeing you again.

“Mark if it’s about the condom, it’s fine… I don’t care, I’m still on the pill and I-I trust you.”

At your trust in him, something he had so deeply been wanting all these years, he doesn’t hesitant another moment at placing himself at your entrance. His teasingly slow rubbing against your slit causes you to let out almost a growl at how much you needed him to be inside of you.

“How much do you want it y/n?”

“So bad.”

He pushes into you suddenly, “you’re still my cockslut, huh?” The feeling is too good and too great to answer him, but he’s not satisfied with your nonresponse.

“Answer me.” He sunk himself inside of you further and you do your best to let out the smallest and most inaudible “yes” you’ve ever heard, which thankfully seems to be enough for him.

“God,” he groaned, “you’re still so tight.” He looks down at the space where your bodies meet, fixating his gaze at the visual of his cock slipping inside your sensitive and swollen folds. Mark waited for a moment for your pussy to get used to having him inside you again, to get reintroduced to his length and girth which it had been so accustomed to in the past. Despite the time that had passed, you felt no discomfort except for the mental discomfort in your head that just wanted him to fuck into you quickly and harshly.

“Taking me so well, squeezing every inch of me. This pussy knows who it belongs to, who it deserves to be fucked by.”

“M-Mark,” a final moan of his name is all it takes for him to begin his first real thrust into you, pulling himself out almost entirely. You feel so sensitive and overworked from your earlier orgasm that you aren’t sure how long you can last with the way your walls are clenching around Mark.

His pace soon became brutal and you’re thankful the loud sound of the engine could cover up the whimpers coming from your mouth and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Mark’s fingers press into your hips so firmly that you know there will be bruises that you’ll have to explain later, but for now the only thing you can focus on is how full Mark is making you feel. He removes his hand from your side and brings it down between the two of you, fixating on your clit, rubbing until it ached. It caused your body to clench on him further, the continual touch and his fucking into you making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

Mark groaned at how snug you felt and how deep you were taking him, his head falling into the crook of your neck and against the bathroom mirror, “whose are you?”

You know what he wants you to say, but you don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, even in the heat of the moment. It could lead to misunderstandings and a more complex outcome than just that of having sex with him in a fucking airplane bathroom.

“Whose are you?” He repeated, this time a little bit softer and removing his head from your shoulder to look at you with worrisome eyes. Mark knows that if you say you’re his it’d most likely be untrue, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to hear it one more time, even if it’s a complete and utter lie. He wants to know he has you, even if it’s for this one moment.

“Yours, I’m all yours,” you breathe out. It comes out on its own, without any time for you to process or comprehend what you’re saying. It surprises you so much that you aren’t even sure if it’s a lie or not.

That’s all he needed and he thrusts into you even harder, hitting the spot inside of you that makes you want to completely fall apart and combust. You’re too caught up in the pleasure of him ramming into you that you don’t even feel the pain that comes with your backside being continually pushed into small counter of the sink.

“Cum for me baby, I’m close and I need us to do this together. It’s all I want,” Mark said. His tone perplexes you. It’s forceful and authoritative something that you were no stranger to when it came to sex with Mark, but there was a clear tenderness to it that had you second guessing everything. Maybe this wasn’t just sex.

It’s one more strum of his cock against your g-spot and the pinching of your clit with his thumb and index finger that has you climaxing around him. The almost violent pulse from your pussy around him due to your orgasm has Mark following close behind, spilling himself deep inside of you. The ecstasy coursing through you causes your entire body to shake and twitch, wanting to collapse completely onto the bathroom floor. You fall against Mark’s body and in his own exhausted state he holds you close, protectively wrapping his arms around you making you feel secure.

You should want to get out of the situation immediately as a one-time thing, but somehow you can’t bring it in you to remove yourself from his grasp. You felt at home with Mark’s arms around you and him still inside of you. It was a comfort a sense of normalcy you hadn’t felt with anyone since Mark. He softly strokes your hair, placing gentle kisses on the top of your head remembering how much you liked it after a tiring session of sex.

It feels as though no time has passed, but soon you find yourself out of Mark’s hold. He removes his now soft cock from you and you can feel yours and his cum leaking from your core, down to your thighs. It’s almost as though this movement has finally woken you up. You delicately collapse onto the toilet, making sure to take extra care with your now jelly-like legs. With your head in your hands in disbelief at the actions you had just willingly followed through on, Mark stares at you.

“Fuck… I’m so mad at myself.”

With the small amount of space, he has, Mark shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “why? That was so fucking great.”

You looked up at him in a scolding manner, he still had no perception of reality, but apparently now you were one and the same. “Because now I did the same thing to Brian that you did to me.”

There’s a pause and Mark avoids all eye contact with you. He had imagined this talk so many times – the talk the two of you never got to have and he really didn’t want it to be here, like this. But by some strike of luck, fate had brought you back to him, even for a short period of time and he may never get the opportunity to come clean again.

Choosing to continue to avert your gaze, Mark sighs deeply and busies himself with pulling up his joggers.

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

You feel like ice and your whole body goes numb, “W-what?”

He sighs again, looking down, “I never cheated on you.”

You think there’s no way you could have heard him correctly. Your entire break up, the reason you ended your passionate love story with the one person you saw a future with came from his cheating. It couldn’t be a lie… Could it?

One thing was for certain, you knew Mark so well and judging by the fidgeting and fiddling with his fingers you can tell you still do. And he was telling the truth. Your stomach flipped.

“Then why did you let me believe that you did?”

“You were the only person in my life who didn’t believe all those stupid rumors about me, the only person who didn’t believe I was a fuckboy like everyone thought… but then the moment someone tells you they think they saw me with someone, you pack your bags. I figured you wouldn’t believe me, just like everyone else.”

It’s ridiculous. The words coming out of his mouth are ridiculous, but part of you understands what he’s saying. Maybe you had been too quick to judge, too quick to believe everyone else’s preconceived notions regarding your own boyfriend, but what were you supposed to do when he didn’t even defend himself?

“You know… even after all this time, I still don’t know why I hated you. I really don’t know if it was because I thought you cheated or because you never went after me when I left.”

Mark’s silent, and the weight of the situation continues to hit the two of you like a bus. Part of you feels betrayed by him. More betrayal then when you first heard the rumors. The two of you could have been together this whole time, saved each other from years of pain, sorrow and longing, but instead it’s almost as though he forced it upon you both.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Jesus fuck Mark we’re not Marianne and Connell from Normal People, we can talk to each other.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Who?”

“I’ve been watching a lot of TV since we broke up.”

There’s another silence between the two of you and in the small space it feels deafening and suffocating. You want nothing more than to go back to your seat and forget this even happened. Weirdly enough, the sex part you were fine with. It was this conversation that left you feeling like you couldn’t get a proper breath of air into your lungs, almost as if you were drowning.

You take a piece of toilet paper from the roll beside you and use it to attempt to clean up the mess that had already begun drying on your legs. Mark watches you mindlessly, unsure of what to say himself. He knows he made a mistake from not telling you and effectively keeping the two of you apart, but every time he would reach for the phone to dial your number he would be reminded of the pain he felt and all the things you had called him that day.

Everyone was right! Why didn’t I just fucking listen to them? Does a three year relationship mean nothing to you? I thought you changed… were different… but now I just feel like I wasted my time.

“I-I really don’t know what to say if I’m honest,” you finally stuttered out, grabbing your discarded leggings and pulling them on, “did you want me to leave you?”

Mark shakes his head vigorously, completely taken aback at you even thinking that, “no... Not at all... I just- it was complicated.”

“Right and you don’t do complicated. Got it.” You stand up and move to unlock the door, but Mark moves in front of you as he did earlier.

“Y/n... Can we just talk about this? When we land can we just go to a cafe and talk about everything? I still- I mean... even after all this time I-” He begins, but you’re too scared to hear him finish the sentence.

“Mark we’ve had a lot of time to talk. Just please let me go back to my seat.”

This time he makes no effort to stop you from leaving and you quickly slip out of the bathroom, fearful someone might see you. Luckily, everyone is still fast asleep and you walk back down the aisle to your seat wanting to forget about what Mark had said.

You couldn’t deal with the what ifs, you couldn’t get lost in a fantasy of imagining that maybe you and Mark could be married already if he would have just said something. You couldn’t be that cruel to yourself.

After a few moments, you notice the bathroom occupied sign go away, signaling Mark’s arrival back to his seat.

He knows he could just sit down and go back to sleep, falling back in to the way things were. But he had already not tried to go after you once before and he had been regretting it ever since. He had to say fuck that to all of the fears he had of being judged and put trust back into someone again. He wanted you.

Your eyes which had drifted closed soon shot open as you felt a movement at the side of your chair, turning to see Mark crouched down next you

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I already let go of you once, I’m not doing it again. If I have to spend the next,” he brings his watch up to look at the time, “six hours convincing you, then so be it. I’m not letting walk away from me this time.” At his final word he moves his hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and goes to sit down. His eyes piercing into the back of your seat.

You felt Mark’s words, you felt them deeply in every part of you and it made you think that the Mark you love was still in there.

Love.

You still loved him.

The beating of your heart made it difficult to fall asleep, but when you finally did you had a decision made and a smile on your face.

#got7 fanfic #got7 smut #mark tuan #mark tuan fanfic #got7 fanfiction

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By M’gann

Welcome one, welcome all! M’gann here today, since I’m the only one in the superhero community with experience running a blog. It’s a pleasure to meet you all, even if it isn’t under the most ideal of circumstances...

This is the Justice League’s official tumblr blog! Since our identities were outed, we don’t have to worry about accidently leaking personal information anymore, and we decided to create various social media accounts so our actions are more public and available to everyone, and totally not because if we didn’t, our actions would have to be monitered by the government and none of us want people following us around at all times, or Secretary Ross anywhere close enough to have his eyes on us!! :)

(Scarlet Witch/Wanda just burst out laughing, and she doesn’t have her phone on her, so I think she’s reading my mind, now I know how it feels, but at the same time, I’m glad I made at least one person laugh with that)

If we just post what we’re up to, then we can just refuse to post about when we go to the bathroom unless it’s important, which was a big concern for us all when people following us was first brought up. But that’s besides the point!

This blog will contain all the stuff we’re posting on other social media, so you can just follow us here to get all the tea!

... My uncle just came in to inform me that those of older generations might not know what that means, and that I have to try to not leave anyone out.

‘Tea’ means gossip.

Okay, so starting off this blog with a bang, the entire superhero community (which also includes vigilantes, anti-heroes, and villains, not just superheroes, it’s just quicker to say!) decided to all create twitter accounts to post their name, if their identity was revealed and their civillian name. Now, I don’t know EVERYBODY in the community, so I put in everyone who commented superhero-like stuff on the post. I’m pretty sure that they aren’t real heroes, but it’s better safe than to be rude and exclude people! Besides, I didn’t know about the Defenders half an hour ago until I heard someone in the house exclaim that someone named Daredevil was finally getting media coverage because of this. Apparently a few people in the house were fans of him. __________

Okay, so... You guys weren’t there, but I stopped writing for a few hours to attend a justice league meeting with the avengers and quite a few other people, and here’s what was ultimately decided:

Because we have so many enemies, it isn’t safe for any of us to live alone anymore, so we’ve basically all moved in together? Well, not all of us. Those who had their identities revealed, and those who lived with them, or could have their identities revealed based on everyone else.

For example, Batman had his identity revealed, which, by the way, what???

Bruce WAYNE??

But yeah, Batman had his identity revealed, but Robin didn’t. The new Robin. Not the first one. Nightwing is his eldest son, Dick Grayson. But people can figure it out based on his height. Which, by the way... Bruce has his reasons for letting him into the community, give him some slack. He’s been getting a lot of hate from it. And speaking of Bruce Wayne, it is his manor that we’ve all moved into, since it’s large and has excellent security. I haven’t met his other kids yet, so I don’t know if they already knew their dad was Batman, and their siblings were Nightwing and Robin. I’ll ask them when they show up. __________

Okay, so I left to get food for five minutes, and when I came back, the og JL members were staring at my screen and laughing their heads off while Bruce sat by the side and scowled. So... I’m concerned. If this post never goes up, assume I’m dead.

BUT ANYWAY!!!!!!

I made everyone in the house promise not to read the comments on the original twitter post, and only read them here, as some of us wanted our accounts not to be spammed by their friends. Like, Garfield uses his account to advocate for animal rights, he doesn’t want to constantly respond to other supers’ messages. He’s too busy for that!

The mess on Twitter, as follows: __________

Youonyourphone,situpstraight! @ #1FBIAGENT Plastic Man, aka Patric O’Brian. I was outed, which makes my job VERY interesting now... (read: awkward)

Winged Warrior @ Hawkwoman ✔️ Shayera Hol. I have wings. If you couldn’t figure out my “civillian identity” by me walking down the street, earth is too dumb to save anymore

r3d @ 70rn4d0 The children chose this name for me. Red Tornado, AKA John Smith.

Green Arrow @ notrobinhood ✔️ Oliver Queen, revealed too... Let’s hope this doesn’t affect STAR labs... Sorry PR department. :/

Adam @ DrStrangeJunior League doctor, last name strange. The avengers already have a doctor strange, and I’m younger than him, hence DrStrangJunior. I never really had a hero identity in the first place, but everyone insists that I’m a part of the group, so... yeah

Big Boy Blue @ TheREalSuperman ✔️ Clark Kent, Kal-el, Superman. Speaking of, why was @ Superman already taken?

Aquaman @ KingOfAtlantis ✔️ Even though I don’t REALLY have a secret identity, I have to do this anyway for some reason? Arthur Curry.

rocket @ PCHOOOOO raquel ervin. rocket. the only reason icon is around so bow down to me. Tim chose my name.

therapist @ capitalsareimportant Black Canary. Dinah Lance-Queen. Betcha Imma bout to lose my job.

take the shot @ harperoy Red Arrow, Will harper, Previously Speedy. I had this @ before... everything

Fastest Man Online @ 2fast2type ✔️ flash, barry allen, dying inside BECAUSEI’MLIVINGINABILLIONAIRE’SHOUSENOWANDTHEREISSOMUCHFOOD

zatanna @ annataz Only one name, Zatanna. That’s both my civillian name and my superhero name, but my stage name SOMEHOW is still a secret??? smh everyone’s blind...

cptnmarvel @ SHAZAM! Captain Marvel. The male one, since apparently I have to say that now?? My identity is still a secret tho!

Themiscyra❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 @ Wonderous ✔️ Wonder Woman. Princess Diana. However, my Civillian name is Diana Prince __________

Now, The Green Lanterns... Kilowog got an account first, and it didn’t end well... __________

Kilowog @ GreenLanternOFFICIAL ✔️ As one of the Green Lanterns assigned to this sector, I decided to join in on this internet stuff, since it seems so important to everyone on this planet. Kilowog here! Green Lantern.

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ SOMEONE stole @ GreenLanternOFFICIAL 🙄

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ @ GreenLantern1 ???!?!? ONE!?!?! I WAS THE FIRST HUMAN GREEN LANTERN THANK YOU VERY MUCH JOHN!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ It was the first thing I thought of aside from GreenLantenOFFICIAL, don’t yell at me!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ why didn’t you just do GreenLanternJohn instead of stealing what was rightfully mine?

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ Hey, you aren’t the boss of @’s!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ who says I’m not?

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ You’re obviously not!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ but who says?

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ Me!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ but you’re not the boss of me!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ Since when?

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ since i’m your senior!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ I’m older than you!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ i’ve been a green lantern longer!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ That doesn’t matter!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ then if it doesn’t matter, change your name!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ To WHAT?!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ GreenLantern16 or something, i don’t know!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ There aren’t even that many Green Lanterns!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ there are hundreds of us!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ I meant HUMAN Green Lanterns!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ then fucking specify next time? is that so hard?!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ Fuck off, asshole!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ you first!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ That’s not even an insult!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ and yours was?!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ Shut up!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ just change your name and i will!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ You can’t change your @’s, just your user!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ then get a new account!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ That’s a pain though!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ suck it up!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ You’re the one who started all this!

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ you started the argument with Kilowog’s account when he’s not even on the planet anymore!

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ It was a joke! You’re the one who took it seriously!

hey Guys @ GreenLantern ✔️ hey Guys...??

I CAME FIRST! @ OriginalGreenLantern ✔️ ...

John Stewart @ GreenLantern1 ✔️ ... __________

hey Guys @ GreenLantern ✔️ ok so kilowogs off planet, and the others are refusing to use their accounts after the incident where i murdered them both, so im doing their introductions for them

hey Guys @ GreenLantern ✔️ @ GreenLantern1 is john stewart, obviously. @ OriginalGreenLantern is hal jordan, and yeah, he was the first human lantern. and me? the only Guy who had the bright idea of actually checking to see if @ GreenLantern was available like a normal person?

hey Guys @ GreenLantern ✔️ i was off-world when everyone’s identities were revealed, and thus have my secrets!

hey Guys @ GreenLanten ✔️ well, i mean... i didn’t exactly hide it before, so some people might know, but im loving the fact that i kept my identity secret when batman didnt, so i decided to keep it to flaunt that fact to the others. peace out __________

Ro(g)y @ arsenal The OG Roy Harper here. Arsenal. Previously speedy.

Kaldur’ahm @ Aqualad ✔️ My user and @ says it all. I was revealed. Uselessly, but still revealed.

Mygreatestachievementwillbebeingborn @ Impulsive Bart Allen, AKA Impulse. My identity WAS revealed, but good luck finding out who I am. ;-)

Apollo’s Crockpot Sister @ Artemis ✔️ Artemis, AKA Artemis Crock. Now y’all can finally stop asking me about my name.

From Fanboy To @ LagoonBoy L’gann here. Lagoon Boy. I’m green, you should be able to know what my civillian self looks like. It’s not like I can hide.

buzz off @ bumblebee I wasn’t revealed, but... being a superhero would be a suitable excuse for being late to classes... Karen Beecher-Duncan, Bumblebee! (Don’t worry, I discussed revealing myself with the entire league, and they said it was cool)

World’s best dodger and bullshitter @ Guardian Bumbles’ loving husband, Mal Duncan.

hello megan! @ hellom’gann ✔️ M’gann M’orzz AKA Megan Morse AKA Miss Martian. Superboy doesn’t have an account, but also didn’t get his identity leaked (somehow) anyway!!

Wall-Man @ It’sKIDFLASH ✔️ Wally West, Kid Flash. Nice to meet Y’all

Apollo’s Crockpot Sister @ Artemis ✔️ Y’all

Wall-Man @ It’sKIDFLASH ✔️ Okay, you used it just two seconds ago so don’t @ me

Jaime @ ScarabHost ✔️ Jaime Reyes here. Now, the previous blue beetle is in a coma, and has been for years, I’m the new one. I just never had a public enough persona to tell everyone that I’m not just him with a new suit before...

Cassie @ WONDERgirl ✔️ Come to my room @ ScarabHost, I have marshmellos to cheer you up! Yes, you can come too, @ Impulsive 😋

Mygreatestachievementwillbebeingborn @ Impulsive Like you could keep me from food. 😜

Dr. Tony Stark @ youknowwhoiam ✔️ I Am Iron Man

Hawk-ayeeee @ hawkeyeshadow Clint Barton

Brunhilde @ TheLastValkyrie All in the name.

Platypus @ TiredOfTony Col. James Rhodes, AKA War Machine, previously Iron Patriot (Thank goodness)

The Black Panther @ Kingofwakanda ✔️ T’Challa of Wakanda.

godofhammers @ kingofasgard ✔️ I am Thor, son of Frigga

Captain American’t deal @ Steven19 ✔️ Steve Rogers, Captain America.

My Name’s Not Scarlett @ It’s Wanda ✔️ Scarlet Witch

On your above @ FalconPINCH ✔️ Sam Wilson

🅱️lums @ WhiteWolf James “Bucky” Barnes here. Previously Winter Soldier... Sorry.

Toaster @ Eyesight ✔️ Vision Stark.

Dr. Tony Stark @ youknowwhoiam ✔️ I’m crying.

Master Of The Mystic Arts @ DrStephenStrangeMD ✔️ I didn’t change my @ when I got into this world

Fury @ DirectorOfSHIELD ✔️ My name is already there.

Not That Maria @ AssistantDirectorOfSHIELD ✔️ Maria Hill, Assistant Director Of SHIELD

I am Groot @ Multilinguism I am Groot.

PETER NO @ GamoradaughterofABITCH Gamora.

PETER YES @ STARLORDOFFICIAL Peter Quill, Starlord!

Chocolate Works @ WeAreVenom Identity kept, bitches!

Shield Maiden @ LadySif I am Sif.

T’Challa’s babysitter @ GeneralOfWakanda ✔️ I am Okoye.

Logan @ Wolverine ✔️ I would reveal my identity, but I don’t know what it is myself.

Laura @ Wolverine2 ✔️ OMG DAD! You got your memories back, stop making amnesia jokes, they’re lame!

Logan @ Wolverine ✔️ This isn’t Private Messages sweetie

Laura @ Wolverine ✔️ FUCK

DannyRand @ AngstPuppy Iron Fist here!

notthedevil @ kurtthenightcrawler I’m blue, it’s not like I can hide?

Godda go feast @ Quicksilver Pietro Maximoff, Wanda’s twin brother.

Freshuricado @ WakandaHeadOfScience ✔️ Princess Shuri. I don’t have a hero name, but I sometimes fight with gauntlets, so...?

Best Grandma @ Gi-Ant-Man Scott Lang here, also known as Ant-Man!

The Wasp @ HopeVanDyne ✔️ Scott’s better half.

Quill chose my name @ trashpanda Rocket Raccoon. That’s my name, nothing else.

Iron Daughter @ Blueberry My name is Nebula Stark, Gamora’s sister.

Dr. Tony Stark @ youknowwhoiam ✔️ 😭😭😭🥰

bobby @ Iceman So... My identity wasn’t revealed, but... most mutants at the school don’t really hide their identities, so everyone knows who I am here? But I didn’t wanna get left out of the train, so I’m Bobby Drake. AKA Iceman

Unbreakable @ LukeCage I don’t have an alternate name?? Yet my identity was still secret somehow?? (Well, not anymore) I hate everyone’s blindness. No offence to someone though, you know who you are.

Drax @ Drax I am Drax!

Jessica Nones @ AliasInvestigations ✔️ I never hid, but I guess I’m finally advertising.

💚🔪💚@ Iammantis! Hello everyone! I am Mantis!

DIDN’T CHOOSE MY OWN NAME @ ItIsBEN The Thing. Ben Grimm.

NAME WAS GIVEN BY DUMBASS BROTHER @ butiapprove The Invisible Woman. Sue Storm.

CHOSE MY OWN NAME @ FLAMEON The Human Torch. Johnny Storm

My name wasn’t chosen by me @ butitboostsmyego Mr. Fantastic. Reed Richards.

CHOSE MY OWN NAME @ FLAMEON YOU MESSED UP THE CAPITALS ORDER!!!

My name wasn’t chosen by me @ butitboostsmyego SIGH

__________

So, quick note, the next people... Well, I haven’t got any confirmation that they’re ACTUALLY heroes. But I don’t wanna exclude anyone, and they might just be obscure vigilantes that I don’t know about, but they commented on the thread that only heroes were meant to, and it’s not like believing them to be heroes will get me hurt like it would on a mission if they were villains in disguise, so... I’m just going to trust them this time! __________

Anathema @ Device I’m Anathema Device, and I’ll be doing the technology side for Crowley, Aziraphale, and Newton Pulsifer.

Adam @ DEATHJR Kids of the Armageddon’t, unite! (Except Warlock, cuz he didn’t actually save anything) Adam Young here.

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR Brian here! (My mum says I can’t give out my last name until I hit 18, sorry for the lack of syncronity...)

Adam @ DEATHJR (It’s all cool Brian, not your fault!)

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR Well, most of us can unite, anyway... I miss Pep, even if she had a weird name that I’m pretty sure was fake, looking back on our childhood.

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR You wanna go, Wensly?

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR YOU’RE ALIVE?!!

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Yeah, I’ll DM you three my number so we can catch up.

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR Is it really her though?

Adam @ DEATHJR Well, you DID forget to put your name down Wensly. Nice to see you again Pep!

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR But they could have just hacked your computer?

Adam @ DEATHJR If she did that, she would have called him Wenslydale, not just Wensly. She knew better.

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR One way to find out. @ WARJR, say you’re name to us all within the next five minutes!

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, Pleb. Bow down to your missing member.

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR OMG, I’m legit crying you guys...

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR IT REALLY IS YOU!

Adam @ DEATHJR Glad to know you’re safe and sound, Pep. 🖤

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Puh-lease. You really think *I* could keep out of trouble?

Adam @ DEATHJR Glad to know you’re sound, Pep. 🖤

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Glad to be sound, Antichrist! 🖤 Still haven’t learnt what safety is tho... :P

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR Pepper? Living a calm enough life to be SAFE? Wouldn’t dream of it. 🖤

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR Send me your number so I can cry while hearing your voice 🖤

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Sure, it’s in your DMs now, and Wensleydale? You were right. “Pippin Galadriel Moonchild” isn’t my real name.

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR FUCKEN CALLED IT!

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR WAIT WHAT?!

Adam @ DEATHJR THEN WHY DID THE TEACHERS CALL YOU PEPPER TOO??!?

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR Think that’s bad? Remember how all that Stuff™ went down when we all were 11? Lies, I was 9.

Cuz common sense is the rarest resource @ FAMINEJR BUT YOU WERE IN OUR CLASS

Adam @ DEATHJR WHAT THE HOME PEP?!

Pestilance? @ POLLUTIONJR HOW DID THE TEACHERS LET YOU TWO GRADES ABOVE WERE YOU REALLY THAT SMART??

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR OF COURSE I WAS YOU ASS! But nah... I ran away from home, hitchhiked, skipped the county, forged my ma’s signature to put me up for adoption, stole some adoption papers, and placed them on the mayor’s desk filled in, and as far as anyone was aware, I was now the daughter of the local hippie

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR I picked “Pippin Galadriel Moonchild” as my name because I was a massive nerd.

Adam @ DEATHJR THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK IN THAT I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN, WHAT THE FUCK PEP?!?!?

MY NAME IS AWESOME, FIGHT ME @ WARJR I’m an agent of Chaos.

Two Seconds Away From Giving Up @ JERomY Kid... __________

This thread wasn’t important, but... I just found it heartwarming that they found eachother after assuming Pepper was dead, and I found it funny. __________

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL Okay, I have convinced all of the team to say their name and position. I even managed to get everyone to get matching Team Names, and put their superpower as their user! Only those with identities revealed will have to say their name, however.-OGLB

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL This account is run by two different ladybugs. If you don’t see a signature at the end of a post, it’s Bugette, the current Ladybug. If you do, it’s me, the last Ladybug. -OGLB

Cataclysm @ ChatNoirOFFICIAL My identity is still secret, suckers!

Like I’d tell you @ RenaRougeOFFICIAL Rude. Alya cesaire. I’m a retired hero, but doing my best every day to be once again worthy to wield a miraculous. I doubt it would be the same, however, as @ NeurofoxinOFFICIAL is a much better fox than I am it seems.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL DM me -OGLB

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL Alya! You were meant to put your special power in the user! :(

Like I’d tell you @ RenaRougeOFFICIAL I was going to, but then Viperion pointed out to me that our powers were too obvious by our special power name, and that the two of us in particular needed others to not be aware of what we can do to make us all safer.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL That is a very sound judgement! I’m glad you thought ahead and made the wise deciscion!

Your new goth gf @ NeurofoxinOFFICIAL Rena, you’re a better fox than me, it just seems like that due to self-doubt. You are more suited to the fox than I am, it’s just that the fox is needed that I am even a holder at all. WHEN you get back on the team, I’ll either be retired or given another miraculous instead. I just have the better name.

SHELLter @ CarapaceOFFICIAL Not gonna say my name, but it’s pretty obvious if you pay attention, so just like... watch if you wanna know?

Chloé Bourgeois @ QueenBeeOFFICIAL ✔️ I used to be the best holder of the Bee Miraculous, but I gave it up to @ HoneyBeeOFFICIAL, and they are acceptable.

Wenom, uwu @ HoneyBeeOFFICIAL Thank you Chloé! I couldn’t ask for a better predecessor!

Chloé Bourgeois @ QueenBeeOFFICIAL ✔️ You are most welcome, HoneyBee!

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL Uhmm... Chloé? You were meant to put your power in the user, not your name. And everyone knows what you can do, so there’s no point hiding it from everyone. -OGLB

Chloé Bourgeois @ QueenBeeOFFICIAL ✔️ You misunderstand, Ladybug. As Chloé Bourgeois, I am well known for being rich and famous.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL And? -OGLB

Chloé Bourgeois @ QueenBeeOFFICIAL ✔️ Being rich IS my superpower.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL SMH -OGLB

BRB, Got sword homework @ RyukoOFFICIAL @ QueenBeeOFFICIAL @ HoneyBeeOFFICIAL I am Ryuko. While the previous Hawkmoth knew my identity, the new one does not. So I will remain in the shadows, as it is now safe for me to do so and wield once more.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL I thought we all agreed to put our powers in our users!!

BRB, Got sword homework @ RyukoOFFICIAL My skill with a blade is much more beneficial than my power over storms, I thought it more prudent to use the talent that I actually worked for. Besides, @ ChatNoirOFFICIAL sent me a meme, and it was enough to make me laugh in front of my mother, so I decided to use it.

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL DM me about how she reacted...

Miraculous @ LadybugOFFICIAL ^Same, and Chat, stop spamming our inboxes with memes! -OGLB

Pls don’t need me so I have to use it... @ ViperionOFFICIAL I am the Aforementioned Viperion. And yes, my weapon IS what you think it is. No-one knows who I am as of right now.

Your new goth gf @ NeurofoxinOFFICIAL My identity is a secret but my name is Neurofoxin.

Creation @ Ladybug Tikki here! The current active kwamis are going to sound off. Our usernames will be what we are the kwami of, and our @ s will be what animal we represent!

The ORIGINAL @ Catwoman Plagg here.

Creation @ Ladybug PLAGG!

The ORIGINAL (Destruction, THERE, HAPPY TIKKI!?!?) @ Catwoman UGH!

Avatar @ Fire Nation Dragon Well, since Plagg already broke the rules... Longg here. And I am technically not exactly breaking the rules..

Creation @ Ladybug See what you’ve caused?!

Emotional @ Peacock Duusu here!! :D

Intuition @ sassysnake Sass here.

Timey-Wimey @ BunnyIsLate Goodbye and Hello! I am Fluff, and I won’t be active on twitter often unless I will.

Trixx @ FoxyLad Technically, I’m also following the rules. 😎

;) @ Multiplication I know I just put my special ability down, but if I put my animal representative down (rat) I’ll ruin the joke... Mullo here.

Subjection @ Busylittleworkerbee I feel like I’m one of the few that still actually listens to Tikki... Pollen, at your service!

Y’all better be rich if you talk to me @ TransportationTeleportationHorse Just providing a friendly warning... Kaalki here, and I only interact with the best.

Protection @ Turtle Wayzz here, feeling like a fool since I decided following Tikki’s rule was a good idea. __________

These two groups seem like they work together? Or they’re both coincidently animal-themed, and I’m making connections when there are none. The next few are seemingly one-off people! __________

Caroline @ GLaDOS While I never saved the world myself, I saved the life of someone who did, and that should count for something.

Refined Pig @ Waddles ✔️ ((I know this is an account for my pet pig, but the creator of this account, me, has saved the world, and Waddles was there, along with my brother, @ ConspiracyTheorist))

The government isn’t the only one hiding the truth @ ConspiracyTheorist ✔️ You make me sound like a sidekick like I didn’t save your behind multiple times.

Danny Phantom’s cousin @ CALLHIMINVISOBILL Dani Phantom here! I save Amity Park, plus the world, and I’m cute to boot!

Red @ Huntress @ CALLHIMINVISOBILL is my sidekick, ignore her.

Danny Phantom’s cousin @ CALLHIMINVISOBILL Rude!

Danny PHANTOM @ GhostKingOFFICIAL ✔️ DON’T CALL ME INVISO-BILL

Danny Phantom’s cousin (Ghost Princess?) @ CALLHIMINVISOBILL You love me! 💙💚

Danny PHANTOM @ GhostKingOFFICIAL ✔️ I know you are using those for the color aesthetic, but I hope you know the blue heart represents loyalty, because you have absolutely none of that for me.

Danny Phantom’s cousin (Ghost Princess?) @ CALLHIMINVISOBILL True... How’d you even find this account anyway?

Danny PHANTOM @ GhostKingOFFICIAL ✔️ I know better than to not keep an eye on you. I’ve known for months. __________

And that’s all for now! I know we’re missing some, like Batman and my uncle, but they should be on by tomorrow. An update will be posted then!

#all #ic #swear words #swear #swearing #swear warning

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lee minho|fuckboy au

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member: lee minho/lee know genre: fluffy & flirty summary: fuckboy au! best friend’s brother au! you were the one girl that minho could never get his hands on. and for good reason chan would kill him if he ever touched you but why would your heart not stop fluttering when he gave you that cocky and infuriating but completely heart melting smirk requested: nope but it’s minho’s birthday!!

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minho was bad news for your heart

he was your high school’s residential fuckboy

and for good reason too

the boy had it all

he was gorgeous

to the point he could easily be a model

he had 8 best friends which stuck with him through everything

who all are of course gorgeous and constantly sought out by the student population

you still didn’t understand how good looking people all hang out together

do they just gravitate to each other?

anyways minho wasn’t just a pretty boy

he mostly got A’s on his reports

he was captain of the dance team

and vice captain of the soccer team

which meant crowds of girls would swarm the soccer pitch in summer in the blistering heat

to catch minho shirtless who always took his shirt off in summer

he loved showing off

you always thought they were crazy like

air conditioning and ice cream over hot boys any day

chan the team captain and minho’s best friend would always get pissed off

he’d just shout across the field to minho

“KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS FOR AT LEAST BLOODY PRACTICE”

minho would just laugh and mock salute him

while chan would sigh and shake his head wondering why the hell he picked him as his vice

but none of the girls could interrupt dance practice

well more like they couldn’t get into the room

minho made sure it was keypad locked

since when girls could come in it was so loud because of all the cheering and screaming and no one could hear anything

plus jeongin always teased minho that the reason he keypad locked it was that there were more girls there for felix and hyunjin than him

you always thought the little devil had a point

but even with all this going on minho had time to do all his fuckboy ways

his snapchat CONSTANTLY spammed by god knows what sort of pictures

hookups at parties were a regular for him

the thing is minho didn’t even have to try

he would literally just look at a girl and do his signature smirk

and girls then just threw themselves at him

once he was done with them they’d usually cry or be upset

bad mouth him that he’s a fuckboy

but if he ever asked to simply just meet them again they’d go crawling back to him offering him everything

it was quite pathetic actually

though in the sea of all those desperate girls

there was you

someone he could actually talk to

someone he couldn’t help but want to know more about

someone who didn’t have to be a one night fling

but you were someone who was completely and utterly off limits

you were chan’s little sister

minho’s known you for years and you guys were close

though he never saw you more than a little sister

but that all ended a few months ago

minho and chan were in the living room playing video games

while you came from upstairs to get some cereal to snack on

you rummaged around your kitchen but you couldn’t find any of your goddamned favourite cereal

“CHAN WHERE’S MY CEREAL??” you shout

chan pauses the game then looks at minho

who looks like a deer in headlights with his mouth stuffed with your favourite cereal

chan starts laughing so hard

while minho keeps on hitting him to be quiet and putting his finger to his lips to tell him to shut up

you enter the room to see the back of minho but you could see YOUR cereal box on the coffee table

chan laughs harder as you enter the room

he looks between the cereal box, minho’s panicked expression and your murderous one

“you’re so dead minho” chan says comfortingly patting his shoulder

then escaping to his room

it was almost comedic the way minho turned around to you with wide eyes

you could see his adam apple bop up and down

“LEE MINHO WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY??!!! NOT TO EAT MY BLOODY CEREAL THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH” you scream lunging at him

you quickly grab a pillow from the couch and start hitting him as hard as you can

not like it did anything good it was a bloody pillow

didn’t mean minho wasn’t over dramatic and kept on shouting

“OW OW OW CAN YOU STOP??!!”

you finally did once you felt your anger go down to a simmer

“wow someone’s on her period” minho muttered quietly under his breath

but you heard it

“lee fucking minho what did you just say” you whisper your voice dangerously low

pillow in one hand pointing at him like a sword

with your eyes narrowed at him

minho plastered on a fake smile and an innocent expression

“what me? i only said that how you’re the most beautiful and sweetest person to exist on this planet” he says sweetly shrugging his shoulders

“uh huh sure” you say rolling your eyes

you snatch your nearly empty cereal box and give minho one last glare before stalking off

just before you were about to leave the living room

minho called out “wait is that my t shirt?”

you spin around already eating your cereal

“well i stole it from chan thinking it was his but yeah it could be yours” you say like it’s no big deal

while minho was kinda just struck by some sort of feeling

you leaning against the wall

eating his favourite cereal out of the box

bare faced hair all messy from your pillow fight from earlier

in HIS t shirt which went a bit above mid thigh on you

you looked gorgeous

how did he not notice it sooner?

he always knew you were considered attractive

but like it never really clicked that you were ATTRACTIVE

smh dumbass

though he knew your personality was great

you occasionally hang out with the whole gang

you were funny and nice and had no problem talking back to any of the guys

you got along with everyone and amused all the guys with your witty comebacks

you also took care of the maknae line in the group and changbin

even though you were the same age changbin

but he acted younger than jeongin half the time

basically jeongin’s a freshman 00 line are sophomores changbin and you are juniors and the three hyungs are seniors

but he never realised how gorgeous you were

until now

“you look good” minho smoothly says his back turned to you

you thought you were hearing things

minho complimenting you??? has the world ended??

“wait what?” you couldn’t help but blurt out

he turned his head but not fully just enough so you could see his side glance at you

“i said you look good in my t shirt” he ends with signature heart melting smirk

and that’s exactly what it did

melt you into a gooey puddle

not knowing how to respond

you shoved as much cereal as you could in your mouth making you look like a chipmunk

and just nodded then hurried off to your room

face beet red and heart beating a million miles a minute

minho couldn’t help but chuckle

gosh you were cute

in the next few months

minho flirted with you

a lot

and you were not having it

well you loved it but you hated it

GNSKSIFJ why was this boy doing this to you it’s like he liked torturing you

well he probably did

everytime he saw you he would give you a tight hug which made you never want to leave his arms

and he did that with every single hello and goodbye

that you could deal with

and you could also kinda deal with minho trying to hold your hand at any chance

“y/n you are actually slower than a snail hurry up!” he complains

then he swiftly grabs your hand intertwines your fingers

sO QUICKLY you can’t even process it

“yes daddy long legs” you huff out

minho’s smirk was more prominent than ever as he suddenly stopped

then brought you so close you actually squeaked

making his smirk even more cocky if that was even possible

he whispered so close in your ear that you could feel his breath on your neck

making you shiver and get tingles down your spine

“already calling me daddy huh?” he whispered his words literally dripping in innuendo and cockiness

his laugh which accompanied the comment sounded so pure and innocent compared to what he just said

i absolutely love minho’s laugh

It broke you out of your shock with your mouth wide open

he was already running down the corridor

as you shout to him

“Y-YOU LEE MINHO YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW SO I CAN DROWN YOU IN HOLY WATER”

me whenever he dances or acts sexy

these sort of incidents were a regular

and you couldn’t help it anytime he was near you

your heart sped up

but there were times without the constant flirty banter

and you loved it

and that was when you really couldn’t deal with your feelings for minho

like when you went to get your favourite cereal in minho’s car

you guys got like 20 boxes and still finished it in a week

or when you two went on like a 2 hour car ride at 1am

and you guys were singing along to all the cringey 2000 songs so loudly the whole time

or getting drive thru junk food at 4am in the morning

you two got really close

and you were falling for minho

but you were nearly a hundred percent sure he didn’t see you that way

you couldn’t of been more wrong

minho was going actually crazy cause of you

you were on his mind 25/8 if that was even possible

he knew he was falling for you and it frustrated him to no end

the LEE MINHO was falling for someone

and no matter what he did

all his tips and tricks

even with just blatant constant flirting

you didn’t seem anywhere as deep as him and completely oblivious to his feelings

not only was he falling for someone who seems completely disinterested in him

then there was also chan

how the hell are you supposed to tell your best friend

you’re in love with their little sister and to give his fuckboy best friend a chance with her

minho couldn’t even get over you

he tried

so so many times

it was pathetic how many times

no girl could hold a candle to you

he literally cut off contact with any girl who wanted to talk to him in a romantic way

it just pissed him off

as cheesy and cliche as it sounds he didn’t want any other girl than you

everytime he saw you

he couldn’t help but smile and when he wrapped his arms around you he just wanted to hold you there forever

whenever he made you smiled it was the best feeling than anything else

gosh he was so in love with you

he was so wrapped up in his own world with you only on his mind

minho didn’t even realise he made a full choreography inspired by you

until felix and hyunjin mentioned it

they were at the dance studio 10 minutes early to dance practice

and they watched minho dance to the choreography inspired by you

just as minho finished

“WOAHHHH HYUNG that was actually really good you should perform it in the showcase this weekend!” felix exclaimed

minho quickly shook his head and quickly said

“no no no this is something i just came up with and it’s not really not that great”

“hyung what are you talking about?! honestly that’s the best solo choreography i’ve seen from you EVER” hyunjin said incredulously

minho looked between felix’s awed expression and hyunjin’s confused one

he sighed “i just can’t perform this choreography i didn’t even realise i was making it until you guys told me”

“why can’t you perform it?” hyunjin asks curiously

“i just can’t” minho says not looking at the two boys not wanting to admit his crush for you

“it’s cause of y/n” seungmin casually said walking into the practice room sipping his tea

i need a seungmin in my life

minho's brain literally stops working as seungmin says that

“y/n? what do you mean y/n?” hyunjin asks completely confused

“what does y/n have to do with anything with his choreography?” felix continues just as confused as hyunjin

jisung walks in next well more like bouncing in as he announces loudly “minho’s in love” then sits next to seungmin

minho’s brain kicks back into gear making him regret all his life choices

“i fucking knew i shouldn’t of asked those two come to watch and give feedback” minho mutters under his breath sliding down the wall

“minho in love with wh-HOLY SHIT MINHO HYUNG’S IN LOVE WITH Y/N???!!!!” felix ends by shouting

“what the actual fuck??” hyunjin slowly says still trying to process it

“i can’t believe you idiots didn’t realise yet” laughs woojin as he enters with jeongin and changbin

“even jisung realised and it’s JISUNG” jeongin cheekily added

“HEY I’M YOUR HYUNG REMEMBER!” protested jisung

“dumbasses” changbin says affectionately putting an arm around felix and hyunjin

most complicated love triangle ever

minho lifting his head out of his hands looked at the boys who entered

“was it that obvious?” he said like he was in pain

then chan walks in and minho heart plummets as chan smirks at him and amusedly says

“very”

“u-uh c-chan i-” minho tries to start

chan laughs “minho’s it’s okay i’m not mad i’ve seen this coming for months"

“i just couldn’t help myself i’m sorry chan” minho sighs out leaning the back of his head against the wall

“oh stop being so dramatic i don’t hate you and weirdly i don’t disapprove of you and y/n being together” chan says lightly

“w-wait what?” minho questions

“has the lack of sleep finally gotten to your head” seungmin adds

“seungmin” scolds woojin

“yes yes i know unnecessary snarky comments don’t need to be said” seungmin huffs out

“have you not realised how much you’ve changed in the last few months?” chan asks minho like he’s an idiot

while minho just shakes his head

“well to start off you don't take your shirt off constantly anymore” chan begins quite happy about the decreasing number of fan girls

then all the members start contributing

“the biggest one for me was blocking all your trashy hoes on snapchat” changbin comments

“you haven’t hooked up with anyone recently either” jisung adds

“not even making out” hyunjin says dubious to the words coming out of his words

“you’ve stopped flirting with anything on two legs” seungmin drawls on

“i was not that bad!” minho protests

“YES YOU WERE!!” chorused all the guys

“also you CONSTANTLY want y/n to hang out with us” felix says amused

“and you always stare at nuna like non stop” jeongin honestly adds

“the dead giveaway to me was you smiled like actually beamed of happiness whenever she even walked into a room” woojin ends on a romantic note

“it doesn’t matter though she doesn’t even see me that way” minho says shaking his head

all the boys burst out laughing

“remind me how the hell did you get so many girls” changbin says smirking

“he’s probably lost his touch” jeongin adds sneakily

“she likes you too dumbass it’s clear as day” chan says still laughing a little patting minho’s shoulder

“w-wAIT REALLY?!” minho bounces up and stands up excitedly

“yes minho she really does” woojin assures him smiling

“NOW will you perform the choreography and even dedicate it to y/n?” felix suggests

“yeah i will” minho says with his usual confidence looking forward to the showcase

all the boys bust their ass to help minho confess to you

minho’s choreography wasn’t actually to a specific song

so the 3racha boys offered to make a song for the choreography

chan produced while jisung and changbin worked on the lyrics with minho

chan claimed he didn’t want to do anything to do with the lyrics not wanting to know about your private romantic life

felix and hyunjin helped clean the dance and filled in for minho as dance teacher for the other groups performing

seungmin, jeongin and woojin trained minho to sing really well for the track

just pretend minho can’t sing in this au or hasn’t tried to

it was all ready for the showcase

*showcase time*

you were loving the dance showcase

you had front and center seat and you had some of the other guys sitting near to you including chan right next you

minho was brilliant like he always was

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and you were so excited for his solo

felix, hyunjin and minho just finished their dance as a trio

it was amazing they literally took your breath away

like their technique and control over their bodies were ridiculous

you hear jisung’s voice through the speakers as he was the mc for the showcase

“hey everyone I hope you’ve been enjoying the night so far, this is actually our last stage for the night and it’s minho’s solo which everyone seems to be looking forward to!! so let’s welcome the man himself. give it up for miNHOOOOOO”

cheers erupted as minho walked on stage smiling, waving and blowing kisses

you couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes

“thanks everyone for coming!! this is a really special performance for me, the song was produced and written by 3racha” cheers erupted once again at the mention of 3racha you could see changbin smirking from the corner of your eye

“i contributed to the lyrics though and woojin, seungmin and jeongin helped me sing and record the song too while my dance buddies who just got off stage felix and hyunjin helped with the choreograpy too”

he paused as people watching were cheering, all 8 boys were extremely popular and including minho were known as the kings of the school

“so this special performance is actually dedicated to someone” minho continues shyly?

wait minho was acting shy??

your heart plummeted as you thought he was dedicating the performance to some random girl

you started to drown in your thoughts

but then suddenly minho looked straight at you and your heart almost completely stopped as he did

with an almost nervous but still sweet smile he said

“this one’s for you y/n”

you could of died right then and there and would of been so happy

your thoughts were going over drive

is this minho confessing to you?

does this mean he likes you?

what about chan?

just as if chan was reading your mind

chan whispered into your ear soothingly while squeezing your hand lightly

“y/n it’s okay i approve”

it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder and you couldn’t help but beam at him as the lights dimmed

except for the lights on minho

he started to dance to the music

his voice was gorgeous much better than when he was screaming at the top of his lungs singing “APPLE BOTTOM JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FUR” at 3am

the lyrics and his beautiful dance moves went perfectly together but they also literally told the story of the two of you

from you only being his best friend’s little sister

to the one who wore his t shirts and got mad when he ate your cereal

to a girl who he wanted to get to know more

then to a girl who was like his best friend who he flirted with

finally to being the only girl he’s ever been in love with

just hearing the story of the two of you and the fact your brother approved of you and even helped produced the song

emotions overwhelmed you and you couldn’t help but cry just as the dance ended

you were completely frozen but chan gave you a small amused smile and pushed you towards the stage

and that’s all it took

you sprinted up there as fast as you could

just as the lights turned on everyone saw you sprinting into minho’s arms

then he let out the most heart warming laugh as he spun your around into his arms

as you clung onto him like he was your life line crying into his shoulder while laughing at the same time

everyone was cheering and wolf whistling

he put you down gently

and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear and tried to wipe your tears

“hey you okay?” minho says with an amused but soft smile

you just nod trying to stop crying but failing miserably

thank the lord you didn’t wear mascara

he laughs sweetly at you

“oh come on stop crying you look ugly when you cry” he says jokingly

“HEY!” you protest hitting him on the arm

“nah you’re always pretty” he says giving you a wink

“lee minho STOP FLIRTING WITH ME” you indignantly say

“why? isn’t your boyfriend supposed to flirt with you?” he says smirking wigging his eyebrows

“i-i y-you m-my b-boyfriend?” you splutter out trying to process what he said

he rolls his eyes but secretly he loves every moment of this

“yes idiot do i have to make it any clearer to you?”

you’re just frozen still trying to process what the actual fuck was happening

“i guess i have to” minho says leaning forward smirking just before kissing you

and suddenly

minho’s lips was on yours

and you just completely melted into him

every crevice of your body perfectly fit with his

his arms were snug around your waist bringing you as close to him as physically possible

one of your hands was on the back of his neck bringing his lips closer to yours

while the other hand was lightly grabbing his hair messing it up

fireworks, sparks, butterflies

you felt all of it

the kiss was hot, passionate, sweet and steamy

kissing minho felt like the most natural thing to do in the world

you just couldn’t get enough of him

but both of you finally parted remembering you both needed to actually breathe

foreheads together still hugging with heavy breathing and wide grins

you could hear several of the guys commenting from the front row amongst the even louder cheers and applause

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWW” jeongin says squirming

“GET A ROOM” chan shouts

“disgusting” seungmin shouts rolling his eyes

“wow i’m jealous minho will you be my boyfriend” jisung jokingly not says

you two barely even noticed what was happening

you were so wrapped up in your own little bubble just the two of you

“took you long enough boyfriend” you teased smiling

“i know i was worth the wait princess” minho cockily says finishing his sentence with his signature smirk and another heart melting kiss

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my gif take with creds!!

finally back with a scenario!! I have so many wips and requests I just needed to take a break from them and just let myself write. the result this fuckboy au!! i hope you enjoyed all the flirting, banter, and humor (these sort of scenarios are my fav to write). also requests are always open!! (this doesn’t mean i’ll 100% do it i might turn down your idea or write it!!)

as always don’t be afraid to leave me a message, a request or an anon!!! i always love hearing from you guys and getting your thoughts, feelings and feedback!!

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+ happy birthday minho!! i love you a lot bundle boy, your smirk always makes my heart melt, your laugh always makes me smile and i love your personality so so much. from your playful, savage, funny, affectionate, caring nature towards the members to your hard working, dedicated and professional attitude towards being an idol. but most of all i always love seeing you dance and being happy.

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migleefulmoments · 5 years ago

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Abby is the 1 who needs a reading comprehension lesson. An anonymous person said 'You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.' Abby's reply was 'Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring.' Am I crazy or is that totally 2 different things? Sometimes Abby is so blind it makes me crazy. Also, if u could do a follow up to her blatherings re her post it would be great. I'm just gobsmacked over it.

I see you wrote another post clarifying it was Cassie who made the comments you quoted but the entire coven’s comments after Cassie just get more ridiculous- “fact” after “fact” of lies and nonsense comparisons. It’s batty that they believe any of the lies- but they believe them all!

Anonymous asked: My grandpa doesn't wear his wedding ring because he used to work as an AC/heating repair man (he even taught college courses on fixing heaters at one point) and then was just not in the habit when he retired. That doesn't make his and grandma's marriage less valid. Rings are a symbolic thing that most cultures don't even do. You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.

cassie1022 answered: Oh yay, fun. (Cassie -always so charming) My dear Nonnie, once again, reading comprehension eludes someone that believes in the Miarren myth. Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring (and yet Abby pops in below to claim the same but then argue that it IS the ring coming and going that looks suspicious. Let’s pretend that cc rings were real- he didn’t wear them every day regardless of what Abby claims.). Some people don’t wear them because they work with their hands, like your grandpa, and some just don’t feel comfortable wearing them. Let’s be real though. D has never shown an aversion to wearing rings. He’s worn them quite often, even while playing a show (yes, but he also took them off. It’s his prerogative. Until he says he’s getting divorced, it’s none of our business). There was a time when the only time he DIDN’T have a ring on was while he was in character (so what? He has had his wedding ring on most times we’ve seen him. You are counting individual photos as entire days and that isn’t accurate)

That being said, let’s examine. When was the last time you think D fixed a car, operated heavy machinery, or, like your grandpa, fixed an AC unit or heater? (You have no idea what he does in his spare time. This is a gross comment-some people do things with their hands -build things- because they enjoy it) (Maybe if he could do that, people wouldn’t be making their own sweat gravy when they go to TSG.)(So now we start with the lies and mischaracterizations. FUN. There are two comments from TSG claiming A/C was broken. Since likely Mia doesn’t own the building, she has no control over the A/C being broken).

As I’ve already said, rings aren’t for everyone, but I’ve also pointed out that D has been an avid ring wearer most of his life, and there is more than enough photographic evidence to support this. Also, most couples that exchange rings don’t usually stop wearing them in the first year of marriage.(And he hasn’t stopped wearing his now has he?) That’s when it’s usually a point of pride and you want the world to know you are someone’s spouse. (Does Darren seem like the kind of person who is worried about “the world knowing he’s someone’s spouse”? He’s pretty open about his relationship and taking his ring off for an hour or two isn’t indicative of anything).

You know what DOES make a marriage less valid? No legitimate officiant.(LIE) There are only a handful of states where you can officiate your own marriage, and guess what? Louisiana isn’t one of them.(He didn’t, Joe did) You need an ordained minister and in addition to that, the minister must register in the parish where the marriage is taking place.

So, if this makes me a “narrow-minded fool,” so be it. I’ve been called worse. (It definitely does).

ajw720 I needed to laugh this morning, thank you nonnie.(I would imagine you need to laugh a hell of a lot more than you do Abby) You people really don’t get it (Oh lord). Also, it isn’t JUST the ring (which is very suspicious especially as he deliberately takes it off at random times, there one minute gone the next) (Here abby argues it isn’t the ring.... except it is the ring) , it is as @cassie1022 pointed out, no officiant (LIE) , weird wedding algorithm (the fact that Abby truly believes there was a guest algorithm says everything there is to say about Abby’s judgment and the cc nonsense) is FAMILY HONEYMOON (a joke) constant babysitters (LIE) d’s complete lack of enthusiasm (he practically said he was bored and realized at the last moment that that was bad) (Desperate Abby, you're so desperate) , talked about pooping exes as opposed to how life changed with his bride (and you don’t get that this is was keep from speaking about his personal life? How long have you been a fan? Joking about something to distract from having to answer something private is spot-on Darren), speaks more passionately about his jacket then his wedding (we done got hitched) (This means nothing Abby...NOTHING. He wrote a boring post about his jacket and you’ve been losing your shit over it ever since. IT meant nothing...it was a coat he wore to an event. You only like it because he was boring and serious. It was the farthest thing from Darren I’ve ever read.), announced the engagement using a reference to the wrong freaking franchise (I can’t...this is one of your dumbest arguments out of a lot of arguments. It was a JOKE Abby, a joke. He used the franchise that made the joke funny. Darren doesnt’ own a franchise) , FIVE FUCKING encagement rings (LIE), the last of which is an advertisement that she is paid to wear and they haven’t even tried to hide this fact (LIE), utter lack of chemistry (again desperate Abby) , the weirdness with his non-relationship but clear friendship of sorts with his ex co-star (It’s not “weirdness” it’s a nonrelationship-you said it yourself). , the way she is promoted that is beyond excessive for someone who isn’t famous (This entire rant is unhinged. Nobody is promoting her, he’s living his life with her. Like we expect he would with his wife. There is nothing untoward with their behavior together. The fact that you have to label it “promotion” says that it worries you a lot). the fact that the sold their entire wedding to about 100 sponsors )(LIE) (I am sure there are more than we even realize), the clear references to fandom at the sham mockery (OMG Abby, give it up. Nobody cares about you), and that this allegedly private couple also released 85% of their wedding for public consumption (They released 27 photos. That is HARDLY 85% of their wedding. You saw a lot of the same photos posted by their friends and it upset you but they didn’t release 85% of their wedding. It was a 4-day event and the wedding events started at around 3 pm and lasted until after midnight -27 is not 85% of 10-ish hours of celebration).

If it was ONLY that he randomly took his ring off depending on how the wind is blowing, fine, that is evidence alone of nothing. All of these things, and hundred and hundreds of other facts (which are ALL LIES). (inconsistent timelines (Darren doesn’t owe you a “consistent timeline” that’s asinine) they don’t know where they met each other RC handshakes (You know that isn’t a handshake- they were photographed together right before the “handshake’ you won’t let go of and he’s heard introducing her as his girlfriend ), D running from her every moment he can, etc, etc)(Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night), are clear evidence it is fake that is beyond a reasonable doubt (Bwahahahahaha you are conning yourself Abby) . Him kissing her in her bar is his job. I suggest nonnie you pay attention to the details (Which ones- your lies or the real details?) And please pay attention to the captain, he hasn’t even been subtle lately, he has been fairly blatant (Le sigh, he isn’t the captain. He’s a dude who loves his boyfriend Will and writes children’s books that are not cc Bibles) .

Happy Thanksgiving Nonnie! I hope you can tear yourself away from reading blogs you disagree with long enough to enjoy your friends and family! Cheers!

notes-from-nowhere What love are you talking about, anon? M doesn’t love D and she makes this clear every chance she get (LIE- there is nothing that suggests MIa isn’t in love with Darren). Do I have to remind you how she denied to D’s mom one red carpet to celebrate her son? (LIE Abby fabricated) Or to D’s dad to be honored for his military past?(another LIE Abby fabricated) But why listing all of her actions when you know very well this is only the surface.

Btw, I still have to know a singer/actor lost a finger because of a wedding band. Anon, try again, this attempt failed. (SMH)

leka-1998 You know what I like about this instance in particular? Apart from the fact that the ring isn’t off the whole time, he’s still wearing the other one here.

After 284719 years, she should also know what the language D’s mom speaks is called. Seems she doesn’t care enough. (Another LIE that Abby fabricated)

Also, former platonic roomie says hello. (LIE)

ajw720

They still can’t explain away B/enny, the man D just praised for his new album yet D hasn’t even mentioned his brother’s (I can’t explain it but it has nothing to do with Darren and Mia. You’re the one making it a problem) . The man that mocked fandom on his IG by referring to M/oulin R/ouge when posting about the fraud in NOLA (Nobody-especially Ben Hudson- gives a shit about fandom Abby. You’re a nobody) The man who seemingly officiated the wedding (Again a LIE) And the one who appears to have a dog (yes he does, he lives with his girlfriend, Joanna, and their two dogs) . Hey remember just a few weeks ago when PBB dropped her teeth in the dog’s bowl? Funny as we know she and D don’t have a dog (Nope, they clearly don’t- stop trying so hard).…

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leggomylino · 5 years ago

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Just after he died, he sat up.

You stare at your game, completely dumbfounded.

What the heck?! I know I just killed him with that last attack! I totally crushed the sorry little--

“Ding!”

“Ahh!”

You nearly drop your DS in a state of panic.

“What? Who? Where?!”

“Ding! Ding!”

Slowly you look toward the only source of light in your room, other than your game screens and whatever’s managing to peek in through your curtains. With a shaky breath of past anxiety you crawl across the cream-colored carpet of your bedroom to lift your phone off the desk, stopping next to a grape juice stain that was 100% Han Jisung’s fault.

Speaking of Han Jisung...

Crap, you’d completely forgotten about him! You rush to the window, opening it just as a rock comes flying for your face, having to duck to avoid a black eye or a chipped tooth. This guy. You peer down at him from your second story window.

“What the heck are you doing?! You almost killed me!” “Killed you?! I was aiming for the window not you!” You have to stifle a laugh at seeing him soaking wet from the automatic timed sprinklers in the neighbor’s yard, but it doesn’t go so well.

“Ha-ha, yes, laughing at my misery just like the rest of them. Hyunjin and Jeongin totally have corrupted you, liar…” You roll your eyes before throwing him a Sailor Moon blanket that could use a good run through the wash anyway, traces of a smile still evident on your face. “Geez, quit being such a whiny baby. I’m coming down, okay? Meet me out front!” “You expect me to trek back through no-man’s land?! What if my computer gets━”

That’s the last thing you heard, since you’d already rounded the corner on your way down the hall. You make a quick job of retying the messy bun of your I-may-or-may-not-have-been-brushed-in-the-past-twenty-four-hours hair before sliding down the rail of your staircase like a pro and swinging the front door open. Han meets you with a sour look on his face. He and Sailor Moon are both soaking wet, but somehow Luna and his laptop had managed to make it out unscathed. “I’m telling on you.”

“To who?” you laugh, stepping aside to let him in. “Hurry up and wait right here. I’ll go get you some fresh towels.”

He steps inside while his sour face turns quizzical, then slightly amused. “Hurry up and wait right here? The heck does that mean?”

“It means what it says! I mean, what it sounds like! Just…” You lock the door behind him, and he smiles. “How many cups this time?”

“......”

“C’mon, (y/n),” he chides, slinging off his pack at the door and tossing the wet blanket beside it. “How many?” Your brows furrow. “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you?”

His smile is nothing less than mischievous. “I dunno. Am I?” “Mrgrgr…” You march off to get him those fresh towels, your hostile movements warning him not to follow you, which he only laughs at and does anyway. ‘Cause that’s just the kind of jerk Han Jisung is. Smh.

The towels in the dryer are still warm from whence the cycle ended some hour and twenty minutes ago, so you toss him a couple of those and a smaller hand towel for his face or computer, whichever he decides to use it on. The pleasing scent of ginseng and honey-lavender dryer sheets wafts over your face and fills the small laundry room as you pull yourself out of the metallic chamber. “So what’s going on? Did you really come all the way over here just because you’re mad about the group text?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the doorbell rings before he has a chance to answer.

You blink towards the sound as realization crosses your face. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back!” You have to be careful as you scurry on sock-clad feet across the honey-brown floorboards to the front door again, passively on the lookout for any water Han tracked on his way in. You can’t help but smile with excitement as you fling the door open. You frown. So does Felix when he sees the look on your face. “Wow. Someone’s excited to see me.” “You’re not Jaemin,” you state dumbly. He manages to keep a completely stoic face as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. Who’s that?”

“My brother. I’m expecting him to come visit me soon. He does every Sunday.”

“I see.” He’s looking down at his phone, then pockets it a moment later whilst giving you a cheesy smile. “Are you gonna let me in? I’d hate to meet the same fate as Han. Especially because I just upgraded my phone for the new game release tomorrow.” You do your best to cast away your disappointment as you let him inside. “Yeah, whatever, come join the party.” You stick your head out the door to check left, then right, ensuring no other thots were left unaccounted for before locking up again. “You got other company or somethin’?” he asks, eyeing Han’s things. “Nah, just Han. He stopped by like five minutes ago. He’s in the laundry room drying off.” You begin making your way back with Felix following a few steps behind you. “So what are you doing here? Also show me your phone, I wanna see! Wait, hold on, why do you need a new phone for Ultrascape? It’s not an app game, they’re only releasing it for Xbox and PS4. Also--” Felix begins to laugh a bit, eyeing you from above his phone screen that’d mysteriously found its way back into his hands. “Someone’s had coffee today. How many cups?” You groan as you break the threshold into the laundry room. “Seriously, you too? Why can’t you guys both just leave me alone…Hyunjin and Innie never give me a hard time about my drinking habits.” They both find amusement in your pouting, Han having just finished drying his laptop and tossing the towel into the hamper. “Wow, so you really do like them better than us. We can’t help it if it’s incredibly entertaining to make fun of your addiction problem.” “I wouldn’t say incredibly entertaining, but...yeah, pretty much.” the Australian boy agrees, giving a little shrug. He begins to mumble and ramble things into his shiny new phone screen. “Also it’s...y’know, kinda cute.” Something exotic washes over your cheeks and paints a picture of a sunny spring day on your insides, but you’re able to thankfully dismiss it as so thirty seconds ago as the doorbell rings yet a third time. This time when you open the door, you’re able to uphold the sheer joy on your face at seeing Jaemin smiling down at you with a drink carrier in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other. The ever-so-slight ombre tints in the roots of his light-dyed hair remind you of just how long it’s really been since you last saw him, even if it was only just a week. “I am Li-ly~ Of the va-lley~” he starts to sing, and you laugh, taking the drink carrier and giving him a cheesy wink. You sing back to humor him. “Of the quiet peaceful valley over there~”

You fling your hand out into a random direction off yonder, and you both burst into a fit of giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. The moment you open the door to Jaemin’s weekly Sunday visits, every time, no matter what’s going on, the collection of stressful events and uninvited anxiety in your life just seems to melt away into nothing; one of the many things you loved about your brother. But Han Jisung doesn’t seem to get it, given the blank expression on his face as he’s staring the two of you down from ten feet away. He doesn’t say anything either, only making things that much more awkward. “Umm…” You put on another grin as you gesture to your brother like a Nobel prize, since he may as well be anyway. “Han, this is my brother Jaemin. This is Han Jisung, one of my friends I was telling you about.” you explain. Jaemin’s smile is genuine as he gives the young man a polite nod, the other doing the same in return. “A pleasure. Thank you for looking after (y/n) in my absence. I know she can be a handful the way she’s always running into things.” “You mean like trouble? Yeah, she does that a lot. You should have seen her when we introduced her to Minecraft. But yeah, the pleasure’s mine as well.” “Minecraft?” Jae gives you a strange look above his normally sunny disposition, to which you reply with a playful shove and a roll of your eyes. “Yes Jae, Minecraft. Come on, you have to at least know that one.” “It’s not that I’ve never heard of it before. I’m just surprised you’re letting the season pass for League of Legends that I just bought you go to waste.” “I’m not!” you protest, stamping down your foot. “I just played a few rounds with Felix and Jeongin the other day!”

He shakes his head, tsking. “A few rounds...a hundred and eighty dollars down the toilet.” “Not so! We won! And I even...” Your voice trails off again as you look around, suddenly realizing something━ really someone━ is missing. You shoot Han a curious glare. “Where’s the other thot?” He’s engrossed in his phone like Felix was when he showed up at the door a bit ago, raising his eyebrows to show that he heard you. “Hm? Oh, he left about two seconds after you ran out of the other room. He got an emergency call from work.” “Oh…” You don’t mean to sound so disappointed, but it just comes out that way, and you can only hope the others didn’t notice. “Do you know what he came here for?” He mimics the action from before. “...Mmm...yeah, just a sec…” Just a sec quickly becomes a full minute, then two. You know the look on his face all too well. He’s definitely playing Fortnite. That’s what I get for giving him the WiFi password…

You grab Jaemin’s arm, pulling him away into the kitchen. Thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions. “Thanks for the coffee,” you say, pulling out your favorite particular beverage from the carrier after placing it on the island. Jaemin chuckles while searching the cabinets for a vase to put the flowers in. “It’s decaf, just so you know. I don’t need you bouncing off the walls after 3 pm, especially in your condition.” You frown at that last remark, but it doesn’t compare to the dreaded aura you send towards the thick stack of cards you failed to notice he’d been holding in his back pocket with a few smaller ones in the flowers. “What’s all that?” you ask; but you already know the answer. He’s eyeing you with warmth and delight, making it that much worse. “Why, this is your fan mail! I’ve got a tote bag full of them out in the car, but I just picked these up from the post-office on my way over. I thought they were for me because they were addressed in my name, but I think the girls must have gotten confused on who to address it to.” You scoff. No, they were just bold. Here’s the thing about your fan mail: It wasn’t for you. It was never for you.

It was for Jaemin. Your supposed “fans” couldn’t give less of a hoot about you or your health. It was your strikingly handsome, fashionable, polished, boyfriend-material brother they were after. The moment your friends...who were never really your friends to begin with...the moment they found out you had a brother, and that that brother was Na Jaemin, well, they all about had a meltdown of lovesick heartache and went batsh*t crazy. It was then you realized they’d never really been your friends at all, that they’d just heard some petty rumor that you and Jae were dating, and when he cleared it up that oh, no, that’s only my sister, they just started using you to get closer to him. Word had spread over the time of your departure from the university, and after moving back home within the first two weeks one of those Mean Girls (probably Regina) thought it’d be a swell idea to send you a get-well card in order to get under your brothers good graces. And because your sweet caring brother also had to be such a gullible dumbass, he had to go and tweet the word out that it’d be so great to see more of these! thinking those girls actually cared.

They cared alright, but not about you. So now you were getting mounds and mounds of these petty fake Get better! We’re always think of you! Hellmark greeting cards. And ironically, they were what fed your anxiety as of late. You open your mouth to finally tell Jaemin what’s really going on, because surely if he wasn’t getting it by now and the girls were getting this desperate it’d gone on long enough, but as you turn your eyes up to him from staring into the onyx marble counter-top something thin and sharp pierces a nerve in your gut. It’s Jaemin. You didn’t notice it before when he was standing so close, but now as you’re seeing him from across the kitchen, beneath the recessed lighting, he’s...thin. So thin. He’d always been slim, but never thin. He turns to the side, and you’re able to see his face now. His skin is a strange, almost translucent color, and there are deep purple blueberries under his eyes, the bags weighed down with hours and hours of lost sleep piled on by stress that shows in the poor coloration of his face. He’s still an attractive guy, of course, but...he looks like he’s auditioning for the role of Death. “Jaemin?” you say instead. Your voice comes out wavered, distorted, unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” He turns his head all the way towards you, and you feel like an idiot for not noticing as soon as you opened the door. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiles. “Why do you ask?”

Bless his heart, he’s putting on that fake smile for your benefit. You can feel your protective mom instincts winding into submission, the ones that usually only kick in when Jeongin’s around or that time Jaemin got the flu. “I dunno, you just look really...tired.” You stand. “Do you wanna lie down? I can take care of the flowers. I’m pretty sure the guest room is still clean if━ or maybe if you wanna crash of the couch for a bit━” His laughter cuts you off, and he shakes his head while waving a hand at you. “I’m fine, really. I’m always tired, you know this. Besides,” He finds a clear blue vase, carefully arranging the flowers inside and filling it with water. “You’re the one that needs to be resting. Go make yourself comfortable in the living room and pick out something for us to watch.” “......” “...What? Did you want to play a game instead?”

❧

[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘? 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚐 ➤ 𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

“......” You shake your head, wandering out into the living room.

❧

[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 → 𝙽𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗 | [𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡]

[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 // ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ]

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bittysvalentines · 6 years ago

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Zoo Date

From: @eatallofthepumpkinthings

To: @secretgeniusshittyknight

Content: Ransom/Holster, established relationship, canon compliant

“Good afternoon”

“Hello there young man. How many?”

“Two, please” he responded. He glanced over at Ransom who was vibrating out of his skin. His eyes were huge, his lips pursed in concentration, and his back stretched to try and get a peek past the gates. He'd spent a month creating and refining a spreadsheet that “perfectly maximizes our animal exploration time.” Their itinerary he now clutched in his large hands. Holster couldn't help but smile at his boyfriend's excitement.

“That'll be 35.95” He handed the woman his credit card and turned towards Ransom again. When Holster had suggested this a month ago, it was before a bombardment of new customer meetings, budget realignments, new team member onboardings, and all manner of project delays and hiccups. He couldn't wait to get in the gates and put the month behind him. He smiled again as Ransom saddled up beside him.

The admissions lady passed Holster back his card and a receipt which he signed. She slid him two maps. Before he could grab them, Ransom had snatched one away and was ripping it open.

“Excited, aren't we?” the lady asked. Holster chuckled.

She began to speak again but startled a bit at Ransom's boisterous “Woo hoos” He had grabbed Holster's hand and was tugging him towards the gate.

“Well before you guys head in there, do you have any questions?”

“No I think we have everything covered. Thanks!” He let Ransom tug him about a foot.

“Have fun and welcome to Franklin Park Zoo.”

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“Whats up next babe?” The first section they had gone through was the “Serengeti Crossing” where they had spotted porcupines, zebras, ostriches, and warthogs. They'd just finished the “Kalahari Kingdom” section where they got to see some lounging lions and a tiger that was bathing its cubs.

They had stopped to read every info graph and inscription by each animal, plus Ransom had shared some pretty sweet, and sometimes, sick facts about each animal they saw. Holster was endeared to Ransom when he realized that his partner had spent extra time on the zoo's website and online in general to learn facts about all the animals just to share with him. But he realized they were running about 15 minutes behind schedule and wasn't sure how Ransom would react once he realized.

Holster bit his tongue as he watched Ransom review the itinerary and then look at his watch.

“We are running behind, but that shouldn't matter much right? The plan was to be out of here before closing but if we stay til then... There wasn't something you needed to get home to do right?”

“No, nothing. I got my work done for the K&R project last night so I haven't anything to do tonight. Well except maybe you” He waggled his eyebrows at him.

Ransom laughed as color rose in his cheeks. “Well then...” he wiggled his eyebrows back at him. “Lets just stick to the plan of action, but not worry too much about the time.”

“Sounds good to me!” Ransom dropped Holster's hand and unfolded the map holding it against some siding.

“If we continue down this path, we should come to the Tropical Forest building. It's what's next on the list and it's inside so we can take a quick break to cool down and to reapply sunblock to your forehead.”

Holster guffawed “Its only been an hour and a half”

“Bro, and you're already lookin' like a lobster.”

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Two hours later they sat at an empty pavilion table near the “Things Wild” gift shop, taking massive bites out of Bitty's PB&J sandwiches they had packed. Holster was thanking his stars for the forethought to pack 4 sandwiches instead of just two, and he was already daydreaming about the crock pot pork they had waiting for them at home when he looked over at Ransom who was scrolling through the SMH group chat.

They had now gone through the Tropical Forest, “Bird's World”, and the “Outback Trail”; seen what felt like hundreds of different animals; and took what felt like a million different photos. When they finally sat down for their late lunch, Ransom sent some of their better photos to the group.

Tango: Can we get an ocelot for the Haus? Its so cute!

Chowder: I agree with Tango! :D

Ollie: I also agree on the condition that its Haus trained

Wicks: Did you know that ancient Australian war lords kept trained emus in their armies?

Ford: I'm not sure you guys are cut out for taking care of an animal

Tango: C'mon!

Chowder: Aww :'[

Ford: also Wicks that is like 100% false

Ollie: Nah its totally true

Ollie: do you think a monkey could hang from our lights?

Whiskey: you mean the chandelier in your room?

Chowder: totally! But monkey's aren't heavy. And look lemurs are tiny too. They could both probably hang from it

Wicks: Swawesome

Ollie: Swawsome

Ford: NO

Bitty: good lord thats a disaster waiting to happen

Bitty: yall couldn't handle a stuffed ocelot. Let alone a live animal

Tango: I could def take care of a stuffed ocelot. It doesn't even need to eat!

Chowder: Are we talking cute stuffed or weird on the wall stuffed?

Lards: Way to talk them down Bits

Jack: Thats a great shot of the flamingo. Its very difficult to get an action photo like that on a phone.

Bitty: #masternegotiator

Whiskey: That is a good shot of the flamingos guys

Nursey: yeah yeah great shots, haus pets, blah....but did none of you notice how that red kangaroo looks like Poindexter. Its like a spitting image

Dex: sdkj;fjkdsa;kdf Nurse!

Tango: Ears

Lards: EARS

Bitty: EA RS

Chowder: eARs

Shits: that Capybara is giving me good vibes guys

Shits: good vibes

“You forgot the best one babe,” Holster brushed his hands over Ransom's and then quickly grabbed his phone.

“Hey!” Ransom laughed, and so did Holster. “Which one are you sending?”

“The one with us and the hippo!”

They had just walked into the Tropical Forest building when they came face to face with a smiling hippo. A group of school children were on the opposite side of the tank and tapping on the glass. Before the children could run up to the other side of the tank, Ransom and Holster had slid their backs against the wall, locked lips, and snapped a selfie with the hippo. Holster had thought the hippo looked like it was blowing a kiss of his own, but Ransom had cheerily admonished him for anthropomorphizing the hippo. When they had gotten to the side of the tank where the children had vacated, they found a plaque informing them that the hippos name was “Fred”. Holster held back a smug face, but winked at Ransom and his scrunched up nose.

When he sent the picture to the group chat the response was near instantaneous.

Chowder: CUTE!

Tango: OMG so adorable

Wicks: Niceeeeeeeeee

Ollie: Nice!!!!!!!!!

Dex: Noiceeee

Nurse: Why does he look like a priest at your wedding?

Shits: Is that hippo ordained?

Jack: Congratulations!

Chowder: congrats!!!!!

Bitty: <3 <3 <3 oh im gonna cry

Lards: Can't believe you got hitched without us

Whiskey: Nice

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Before heading off to the last three sections of the park, Ransom guided him into the gift shop. He perused the shelves of books, knickknacks, and stuffed animals. He found a pink stuffed hippo and immediately grabbed it from the shelf. He snuck up behind Ransom and rubbed the hippos face against his cheek. “Mwuah”

Ransom jumped but turned and laughed at him. “Oh stop it you... you...”

“Me...”

“Cutie hippo butt face!”

“That was lame bro.” Ransom's cheeks colored more and Holster leaned over to give him a smacking wet kiss himself.

Ransom laughed and wiped his cheek. “So are we getting that?” he said pointing at the hippo.

“Hell yeah! See anything you like?”

Ransom gestured to the stuffed lemurs in front of him. “Look at this.” He grabbed the arms of the lemur that were clasped together and separated them. When he let go they snapped back together. “Magnetic”

“Oh man, the frogs are gonna love that.”

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They made it through the rest of the zoo in an hour and a half. They saw goats, butterflies, prairie dogs, and even some cute fuzzy red pandas. Holster grinned as he thought about Ransom's face as one of the zookeepers brought over a llama for them to pet. When Ransom had stroked the llamas hair his eyes had lit up like stars and his shoulders had relaxed. It was one of the few moments all month where Holster had seen Ransom relax.

He looked over at Ransom now. Took in his drowsy form, cuddling his new stuffed hippo. His eyes drifted closed ever so slowly, and reopened even slower. He doubted that he would make it home before falling asleep. It had been a long exciting day and they were both exhausted. Holster gently took one of Ransom's hands and laced their fingers together. “You had fun babe?”

“Yeah. Can't wait to get home and cuddle though.”

“Me too.” He smiled.

Notes

Zoo website: https://www.zoonewengland.org/franklin-park-zoo/

Zoo map: https://www.zoonewengland.org/media/1517583/map-fzoo-winter-2018-hd.pdf

I implore you to look up images of and learn a little bit about all the animals mentioned! Red Pandas are my favorite.

#holsterransom #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp

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chaos-weekly · 4 years ago

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extra, extra, read all about it!

Nollie had taken London back to her apartment after she’d picked him up. He was absolutely trashed. She didn’t mind, but she didn’t really enjoy seeing him like that. Drunk men terrified her, and even though she knew London would never hurt her, it didn’t bring around good feelings. But she would take care of him anyway.

She sat outside the bathroom door while he showered, just in case he fell. She made him drink a full glass of water before bed and had woken up and stayed awake while he went to the bathroom at four in the morning. And when she’d gotten up at six, way before he did, she left a glass of water and a Tylenol on the nightstand for him. He was going to have a nasty hangover.

Sure, all of these things were thoughtful and loving, but Nollie knew her intentions behind her actions were selfish. One, she needed to prove to him that she was worth sticking around for even after she allowed him to have sex with her, and two, she felt responsible for his wellbeing. The last time she’d left someone to fend for themselves, her brother had died in a house fire. People she cared about got hurt on her watch too often. Nollie wouldn’t let that happen with London.

Bishop had sent her a text around six thirty that said, “URGENT, YOU NEED A NEWSPAPER!!” She’d asked him to bring one over, and he had. While London remained passed out in her bedroom, she shared a pot of coffee and analyzed the tabloids with his best friend. She and London were on the front page, hugging. She knew who has taken the most recent photo, and judging by the fact it was a Snapchat with the caption, “Smh bro, he’s whipped *laughing emoji*,” Nollie doubted Mark, the man in the chair, meant for it to get out. Likely, one of the people he’d sent it to had screenshotted it and sold it to the paparazzi. Nollie wasn’t mad and her manager wasn’t mad (she’d checked, and thank God, Frankie seemed to be basking in the fact that her darling Nollie was with the bad boy of LA), it was only London that she and Bishop knew would be reeling.

“I can stay until he gets up,” Bishop offered. “Help you break the news to him.”

“No, I can handle it,” she replied, shrugging. “People were going to find out eventually, he’s just going to be pissed at Mark. Which I can deal with.”

Bishop sipped his coffee, nodding and leaning back into the chair. He was still planning on staying, and Nollie didn’t mind. She enjoyed his company, and besides, London wouldn’t be up for a few hours based on how gone he was last night.

“So, why haven’t you had sex yet?” he asked.

Nollie would have been offended if anyone else asked, but this was Bishop, the man who had single handedly helped her breakup with his other best friend. He was a good friend. So she shrugged and leaned back into the couch.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. I don’t know what London told you about me visiting him yesterday, but….” Nollie trailed off, her cheeks coloring. She could still feel his hands on her, his lips by her ear, the breath sucked out of her as he’d laid her down on his desk. Bishop laughed lightly.

“Clearly not enough, but I don’t need details. The blush is enough. You really want him. So why haven’t you?”

“It just hasn’t felt right? The timing is off? I don’t want to f-k in public the first time?”

“Yeah, that’s not true and we both know it. Except for that last one.” Bishop set his mug down and leaned in, hands clasped in his lap. “So what is it, Nollie?”

“Intimacy issues,” she admitted softly. “I’m scared of how much I want it.”

Bishop nodded like an all-knowing god. He kind of was, though. He was wise and calm, just like how she imagined Buddha or a spirit guide to be.

“You know it’s natural to want sex. I know it’s been ingrained in your head to not want it, but you’re supposed to. It’s part of life, part of love. It’s part of having a romantic relationship with someone. And London’s falling in love with you, Nollie. He really is, he just doesn’t know that yet and he sure won’t tell you when he does know. But he is. He would have left a girl who wasn’t giving him sex a long time ago if that’s what he really wanted. He’s spent a month and a half with you and he hasn’t seen another girl since he laid eyes on you. He is all yours, Magnolia. Really and truly all yours.”

Nollie swallowed, hit with the reality of her situation. She was absolutely falling for him and London was falling for her, too, probably harder and faster than she was for him. He would do anything she asked of him, even wait for sex, and she felt safe and comfortable around him. So what was she waiting for?

Wanting was not a bad thing.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay, then I’m going to let him know I’m ready.” Her stomach had butterflies, and not the pure kind.

Bishop grinned.

“Keep me posted,” he said, standing up. “And look, you both better be at my exhibit Friday night. And I swear Magnolia, if you haven’t f-ked my best friend by then I’ll tell him everything we just talked about myself.”

Bishop left at eight thirty and Nollie started making cinnamon rolls. She remembered making them with her grandmother when she was little and had carried on the tradition when she moved to LA. Hopefully they would both soften the blow of their relationship going public and sweeten the pot of her willingness to get more physical.

London rolled out of bed around ten, and walked into the living room yawning and stretching. He was wearing the pair of pajama pants he kept at her apartment in the door she’d cleared for him. She had one at his place, but with her new agreement, maybe she needed to keep some nicer undergarments there….

“Good morning,” he said, his morning voice husky and very sexy. His arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her cheek. Nollie smiled and untangled herself from his arms, continuing to ice the warm cinnamon rolls. She scooped one onto a plate for him and set it at the bar.

“Eat,” she said, setting a glass of water in front of his spot on a barstool. “I have news.”

“This is sounding promising,” London said sarcastically, sitting down and taking a bite. “But these are amazing. You’re amazing. I don’t think I’ve told you that today.” Nollie rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Well, this isn’t as amazing. Let me preface this by saying I’m not mad or upset or whatever.” London’s face looked like she’d found out his deepest secret, but she brushed it off. He was tired and hungover. Nollie set the tabloids in front of him.

“It was going to happen eventually,” she said quickly, right before London started swearing like his life depended on it.

“I’m going to kill Mark,” he growled, crumpling up the paper. “He’s not getting business from me again. He can absolutely kiss my--”

“London! It’s fine! It’s really fine. Did you think we could keep this a secret forever?”

“No, but it could have definitely come out way later. And it didn’t have to come from one of my clients!”

“He didn’t know what he was doing,” Nollie defended. She’d hardly interacted with Mark, but if he was as loyal of a customer as London had said he was, she doubted he’d do anything to intentionally screw him over.

“Not everyone can navigate paparazzi and publicity like we can, London.”

“If he’d just thought for five seconds longer--”

“So what? People know. I’m not upset about that, but it kind of feels like you are.” She leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over her chest.

London was silent, his fuming settling into resignation.

“I want the world to know about us, Nollie. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. I’m not upset that this is public. That we’re public. I’m upset that someone I trust put me in a difficult situation.”

Bishop was right, he was smitten. This was the first time he’d been so serious in admitting his feelings about her, directly to her at least. It made her smile.

“And I’m sure Mark feels awful,” she said quietly, crossing the kitchen to put her elbows on the bar in front of where he sat. Her chin rested in her hands, and she looked at him with soft, warm eyes.

“I’m still going to give him a hard time,” he replied just as softly, leaning in and kissing her. “I’m going to stick up for you. You’re my girl.”

“Am I?” she whispered against his lips, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. She could see hesitation, a lot of it from what she was sure was the leftover trauma of Kendall’s relationship. But it was gone in a flash, and he kissed her again.

“Officially, if you’d like. I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for weeks, Nollie.”

“I’d love that.” She pecked his nose, pulling away and moving back to sit on the counter opposite him. “Now, I have something to tell you.”

“Another thing?” he groaned, running his hands through his hair. “This is a rollercoaster of a morning, Magnolia.”

“I’ll save it for later, if you’d like,” Nollie teased. “But I think you’re going to regret not hearing this now.”

He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s so good that you need to tell me right now, exactly twenty minutes before I need to leave for work?”

Shoot. Nollie forgot about the time. But it was too late, she’d already started and demanded that he listen then and there. Now she had to finish. She swallowed, cheeks already growing pink.

“I’m ready,” she said more confidently than she felt.

It took London a minute to process, but when he did, a smirk slowly spread across his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but she held up a finger to cut him off.

“No, stop, I’m not done. I have a lot of feelings about sex that I need to get out right now or else I never will and I need to not bottle these things up anymore.” Nollie took a deep breath, and London settled back in his seat, still smirking. He gestured for her to go on.

“To be one hundred percent honest, I haven’t had sex in five months. I definitely have a lot of pent up sexual energy that I need to release, and I’ve been able to do so a little bit the past few weeks with you. But I need to apologize because it hasn’t been fair to you to keep turning you on and then shutting you down, even when I’ve wanted to take the next step. It’s just been embarrassing how much I felt like I actually needed to have sex with you instead of the more simple want.” Wow, that was terrifying, and Nollie’s racing heart and red cheeks gave away her fear. London was staring intently at her. But she wasn’t done.

“I’ve wanted and needed you for a while now, London. I don’t like admitting that because I don’t want to depend on sex to sustain my relationship, but it’s true. I genuinely can’t imagine not being that close to you anymore, and I am going to need you to f-king rail me.” That last bit slipped out of her mouth before she could stop and reevaluate that, but there it was. She wanted to be railed by her now-boyfriend, London Lovell.

Maybe one say she’d laugh at this situation, but as London made his way towards her, she only wanted this to be a bad dream. His hands slid up her legs and rested on her hips, and she swallowed, meeting his intense gaze.

“I wish you’d told me this when we had more time,” London began, “because now I’m going to be thinking about you all day.”

And he kissed her. She tasted the cinnamon roll on his lips, smelled her shampoo in his hair, and felt his muscles tighten under her fingers. She’d kissed him plenty of times, but this was the one that took her breath away.

“London,” she sighed softly as he pulled back, and he chuckled, the tension only growing between them.

“I need to go get ready before I cancel all of my appointments,” he muttered, walking backwards out of the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her. Normally Nollie wouldn’t let him miss work for her, but this time she was tempted to let him. She just kept her mouth shut, making herself busy cleaning while he got ready.

A few minutes later, London had come out of her room ready to go. She met him by the door, and he kissed her cheek.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said lowly, and Nollie blushed again.

“Wait one minute,” she said, running back into the kitchen and grabbing something from a drawer. Returning, she pressed their extra apartment key into his hand.

“Let yourself in.”

#chaos weekly #rising from the ashes

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sept-dix · 7 years ago

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soulmate! au (bae jinyoung)

summary: soulmate! au with baejin in which he’s still an idol who’s part of wanna one a/n: requested

so how it works is that soulmates share emotions

kind of

whenever your soulmate is feeling any type of extreme emotion, you feel it too

and vice versa

and apparently, according to everyone around you who had already met their own soulmates, you’ll just know when you meet yours?

apparently you’re supposed to feel like a rush of a range of emotions when you meet them for the first time, and you just know in your heart that you’ve met them

or whatever

sounds kinda sketchy to you but ok

anyways the one thing you’re thankful for is that whoever your soulmate was seemed to be relatively emotionless lol

he seemed to rarely feel any type of way extremely enough that you felt it too

most of the time growing up, you’d just feel a random sense of joy now and then

of course there were times when he got sad and angry too but those times were rare

but tbh you kind of felt bad for him bc although you were generally an optimistic and happy person, you’re also super short-tempered

so there must have been times when your soulmate who was having a perfectly good and happy day must have gotten fricking irritated out of nowhere

so you always make a mental note to yourself to apologise to him when you two finally meet lol

ok anyways things were going smoothly for about the first 15 years of your life

until suddenly you started to feel super down all the time?

like on some days you’d be going to school, doing your work, hanging out with your friends, doing whatever you usually do but there’d always be this dull ache and sort of.. hopelessness? at the back of your mind

it started out with you feeling this way for like 1 or 2 days in a few weeks but the frequency started increasing to the point where you were feeling like this almost every other day

the reason why you were feeling this way should have been obvious to you but for some reason you just couldn’t figure it out

guess it’s like how people sometimes miss what’s right under their nose

you try to think of reasons why you were feeling this way because honestly everything in your life was going relatively fine and you weren’t particularly having any big problems

you were having a particularly bad day once when you were hanging out with your friends and they notice

so they start asking you about it and once you confess that you have no idea why you’re so lost

they’re like “omg y/n... it’s obvious isn’t it? it’s your soulmate”

and it suddenly hits you and you’re like oh wtf....

and you get a little overwhelmed bc for some reason you’re thinking about how if you were already feeling so low all the time, your soulmate who was the actual person feeling the full force of the emotions must be going through such a hard time

what’s he going through that makes almost every other day so confusing and hard for him? assuming he’s around your age, he’s kinda young to have gone through anything too horrible

the thought breaks your heart

in fact you somehow feel so bad for him that you start tearing up

your friends are like oh y/n :((((

one thing you hate about all this though is that sometimes your own emotions get buried under your soulmates’

like now and then you feel sad or down because of your own life but because your soulmate was feeling that way pretty often you don’t even know whether you’re the one who’s sad or if it’s your soulmate

and this means you can’t even take care of yourself properly

the inherent flaw in the system tskkk

anyways after a few days one of your friends invites all of you over to her house to like hang out

and one of your friends is having a super bad day bc of her soulmate

wtf this kind of thing makes you hate the soulmate system so much because if one person is already sad then why does the universe have to double the feeling and increase the negativity index in the world? smh

in fact you’re so angry about it that you tell yourself to calm down bc if not your soulmate’s gonna feel it lol

so in order to cheer up your friend your other friend suggests you guys watch the second season of produce 101 which had started airing a while ago

and you’re all eager to agree bc y’all loved the first season

so you guys marathon the first few episodes of broduce and even from the first episode you have your eyes set on the mmo boys

i mean how could you not they are literally talking every five seconds

and their performance of A is not too bad and you’re especially interested in the guy with the pink hair like you think he dances super well

so this means that while watching the show you should be most affected by daniel right since you’re the most impressed by him?

wronggg

there’s this other trainee called baejin who looks super shy and anxious throughout the first few episodes and for some reason your heart breaks every time they show him struggling

like you empathise with him so much that you feel like you almost know exactly how he must feel?

you don’t even know much about this guy but you can tell how unsure and hesitant he is

as the weeks pass it becomes a tradition for you and your friends to come together every friday night and watch broduce together (where can i get friends like these lol)

you’re kind of surprised because in the episode where daniel gets ranked last in his sorry sorry team and the disappointment shines through in his eyes despite his smile

you’re more concerned and curious about what’s gonna happen to baejin

so like although you claim to your friends that daniel is your one pick they all know that it’s baejin lmao

as the episodes pass you are sooo glad and proud to see him gaining confidence

when you guys are watching the final episode and baejin is the center for hands on me you actually cRY because of how happy and proud you are

and when it’s announced that he’s going to debut? there are no words to explain how happy and relieved you are bc ur FAV MADE IT!!!

but as you’re watching the ending moments of the last episode and it’s late into the night and all your friends including yourself are sobbing messes

suddenly there’s a thought that sneaks its way into your mind

tbh you weren’t really feeling all sad and low recently? especially in the past few weeks

and it’s just that of course all of you guys were pretty emo about broduce but you were so particularly invested and focused on baejin

and considering the fact that you weren’t one to get so emotional about stuff like survival shows

you feel like it’s almost as if,,,,,,

never mind, you shut yourself up before you can even entertain the thought because it’s a ridiculous one and your friends would probably laugh at you if you voiced it out loud

so you just let it go and cry happy tears for baejin that night and a little bit more for your original fav daniel who has risen to the status of a king and a little more sad tears for jonghyun & the rest

anyways so yeah the days go on as usual after that and you get so busy with school stuff that you don’t really have time to pay too much attention to wanna one stuff

so like around a month later you’re with your friends as always hanging out when one of your friends is like

“hey guys i think wanna one just released their debut mv wanna watch”

and you guys are like hell yeah

so you watch

and the thing is??? you haven’t seen baejin for so long despite being so attached to him bc you’re so busy but the moment he appears on the screen again you’re so overwhelmed bc wtHECK you love this boy

you’re so happy watching them at their debut showcon

and you’re like wow i’m gonna be this boy’s fan forever he’s so talented and amazing and handsome and funny etc etc etc the list goes on 4ever

but as you’re thinking that there’s the other thought creeping into your mind again and you’re troubled

you think about it for a while

and decide that the only way to understand it is if you could meet him

which is nearly impossible because he’s a fricking superstar

but,,, they’re having their first fansign soon and although you don’t have enough money to like buy hundreds of albums to guarantee yourself a spot in it

you decide that maybe you could apply with just one album

if you got in, then it was the universe trying to make something happen

sounds kinda stupid and highly unlikely even to you but you have nothing to lose so you buy that album

((you get daehwi’s photocard lmao))

when the announcement for who got in is up you’re super anxious and you open the website and ???!!!!!

!?!?!!??!

your name is there??!!

you have to rub your eyes and squint a little to make sure that you’re not hallucinating but yes, your name is right there

you are overwhelmed to say the least

like you had no idea what to make of this because??? you literally bought ONE album?????? this has to be a joke

you know you should be grateful and thanking the lords for the miracle because that’s what this was - a damn miracle

and beyond that you’d never actually expected to make it this far but now that you’re here you have no idea what to do next

like you’re Actually gonna be meeting baejin (at the back of ur mind you’re kinda feeling lightheaded at the thought of daniel up close but mmm yeah)

and you want time to slow down so you can slowly plan everything out but of course not

time moves the fastest when you want it to pause

so when the day comes you spend like 3 whole hours getting ready with the help of your friends who are screaming at you because they can’t believe your luck

you don’t dare to tell them the actual reason behind why you applied bc you’re embarrassed lol

but anyways everything else passes in a blur and before you know it you’re inside the tiny fansign venue and the 11 members are right there in front of you

you purposely avoid looking at baejin bc it makes you super anxious and you’re afraid to do it but you do get a little distracted from your original intentions by the other members lol

after all you were a fan of them all

soon you’re queuing up to go talk to them and baejin is towards the middle of the members

you don’t even remember what you talked about with the first few members but once you get to baejin

and look at him

and he looks up at you and says hi?

you

are

floored

for a fleeting second you wonder if this was the feeling of being starstruck

but you look at him and..,,

why does he look starstruck too

“hi! what’s your name?”

he manages out after a second but his voice is kinda shaky and his wide eyes stay on yours

and you try to reply him but you can’t because your voice has run away

and after a second he just puts down the marker and looks at you with his eyes full of so many different emotions

and as cliched as it sounds, in that moment you know

after a few moments of silence you somehow manage to choke out your name

and baejin somehow manages to write it out and sign your album

just as he finishes signing and opens his mouth as if to finally say something, the security behind him looks over and gestures for you to move on to the next member

and your mind is telling your feet to move but somehow you stay rooted to the spot looking at baejin who looks like he has so many things to say

but in the end the security ends up asking you to move again and this time you do

you can’t say anything to the rest of the members because you are sooo conflicted like first of all??? baejin

second of all?? was this the end? you hadn’t even managed to say anything to him

so the rest of the time is a daze and the reality only hits you when you’re back at your seat

and you see him looking at your direction several times

you’re panicking though because you’ve missed your only chance to talk to him so how is anything gonna work out after this?

but suddenly you remember what your mother always told you about these things

if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. the universe will find a way to make it happen

surely enough, when the fansign wraps up and everyone leaves

you’ve just stepped out of the door when a burly big man comes towards you

“excuse me, is this y/n?”

one second you’re lowkey scared but you nod anyway

“i’m sorry, could you come back in for a second? bae jinyoung asked for you. i believe it’s something important”

drop me an ask or message me to tell me what u think! thank uuuu for reading <3

ps requests are open

#bae jinyoung #bae jinyoung scenarios #bae jinyoung imagines #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 imagiens #p101 #kang daniel

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maryjeanstar · 7 years ago

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Grabbed by the Ghoulies, a self-analysis:

To me initially it was a slap to the face. "WHAT?" I cried when I saw the makers of this Xbox game. "Rareware!? What the HECK is this piece of crap Grabbed by the Ghoulies!?" We kids had got a big bundle-set of xbox games from our uncle and were going through them. This was one of them.

It had become a routine; once every few christmases was the Christmas of Games, where a series of video games were given out by our parents (Santa) to fuel our latest and greatest gaming system. Many many ago we received Donkey Kong Country 2, made by Rareware for the Super Nintendo. It was the bomb. We loved it to death. We loved it and the first one so much Rareware was a household icon we came to love and cherish. Come the 64, my eldest sib bought it with Goldeneye 007, also Rareware, later supplemented by its spiritual successor Perfect Dark, also Rareware. These games were great, worth hundreds of hours of fun. They were cold, cool, well planned and done straight no-nonsense superspy first person shooter adventures. Had nothing to do with jumping on kremlings and throwing barrels, but it didn’t need to; it was James Bond. We already knew who James Bond was and how cool we thought he was. Especially after playing Goldeneye.

What we never played or saw any of was the OTHER games Rareware had been making at the time. Donkey Kong 64, Banjo Kazooie, Diddy Kong Racing, Conker's Bad Fur Day, these games all had a hub-based progression of challenges, bouncing anthropomorphic objects and quirky original characters with voice acting/grunting. They were action puzzle adventure games, and it is in this spectrum of Rareware's development and style that Grabbed by the Ghoulies comes right out of, down to the grunting, visual gags, and minigames, even collecting stuff. You run room to room completing simple challenge themes that later mix together for harder more innovative struggles against following a rule system or not and dealing with the consequences.

Anyway when Grabbed by the Ghoulies plopped into my lap, I was taken by surprise. It was not donkey kong country, and it was not a first person shooter spy game. At this point in my life I was set in my bubble. Routine and consistency were of utmost importance, and this new game did NOT live up to my Rareware Schema. Primarily because I didn't have all the pieces of Rareware's narrative. Things don't change, said little kid me. The same company would make the same quality stuff every year to come. I thought this about Pixar smh and I thought it of Nintendo as well. I was also elitist about it.

But in retrospect I see now the progress of Rareware's products and how Grabbed by the Ghoulies does in fact fit right in with Donkey Kong Country 2 Diddy's Kongquest. The Bonus Games of DKC became the Bonus Barrel in DKC2, which incorporated a rule system. Some bonus games required you to knock off all the enemies, some said Get Alla Banans, others were of the Search and Find sort. This is in GBtG except it's like, every single room you enter is a different rule, and some rooms mix two or seven rules together.

Then there's the art. OK? Runnin' around on ships and castles and roller coasters in DKC2, there's all this junk and garbage everywhere filling the space with aesthetic. All kinds of junk in the background and foreground made the game feel full, alive, popping. In later games they made that awesome junk tangible. Banjo Kazooie had whole three dimensional worlds filled with bouncing junk to collect and interact with. GBtG just jumped off of that and made it so you could break all the junk you find, and use a lot of it as weapons against skeletons, like a detached anchor, or a pool rod, or a convenient pile of hamburgers.

On top of that, this Grabbed by the Ghoulies game I so readily dismissed for being strange ended up being a whole lot of fun. The music was memorable and thematic, there were creepy parts, funny parts, and it got seriously frustratingly hard at times. I ended up actually trying to collect alla gold medals in the mini-challenges mode. This game was without a doubt a Rareware game, made with the care and originality unique to Rareware. WHY was it made? Prolly cuz Microsoft wanted to give their Xbox something to compete with the Nintendo Gamecube's Luigi Mansion. Well if that's the case they got the right company. Heck. It was a fun game. Dunno why I spent so long hating it and thinking it was garbage. My excuse for playing it was always "it's the only game that doesn't freeze." It was true though. Forza froze, Halo froze, Fusion Frenzy you betta believe it but Grabbed by the Ghoulies? Never. Not once. And never will now cuz im lazy and dont wanna ever play it if it means finding the xbox cord and unplugging something from the powerstrip behind the tv just to play gbtg i mean its dated stuff now id rather spend my time reminiscing about my personal development than listen to people making weird grunt noises to glorified title cards

#rareware #grabbed by the ghoulies #billiegreenbean #skeleton #donkey kong country

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skvaderarts · 3 years ago

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Okay then! I don't think I could break you, then! Essentially, it's a DMC AU fic that isn't entirely canon compliant (because you know it's an AU). Basically, it's about everything that takes place in this AU I wrote where Vergil comes back with Dante from the underworld and everything just kind of goes from there.

The only main thing that's hugely different is that Nero and V are siblings in this AU because I know that was my original head cannon before the game came out, and a lot of people like that idea because of the way they play off of one another. I hope that doesn't completely turn you off, but if it does I understand. Believe me I've gotten enough hate mail over it lol! The books go in order of:

1. Soliloquy

2. Apocrypha

3. Hiraeth

And there is a side book that fills in little parts of Hiraeth's story called "Saudade." I'm planning another three stories at minimum in this AU because I want to do one that has a lot to do with Nico, I want to do one that's just about V, And I think there needs to probably be a final larger book in the saga to just wrap up loose ends and finally get some of the closure that everyone wants once the major problems are solved in the main story (which we just got to you lol A lot went on 😅) But both of those individual character stories would be much shorter ones that are no more than 10 to 15 chapters as opposed to the over a hundred and ten chapters of pure suffering that is the Soliloquy Saga 😂 sometimes you decide to do a fun project during the pandemic, and next thing you know, you look up and realize that you've written a series with a longer word count then the first Lord of the Rings novel SMH!

I hope you end up liking it if you check it out! Feel free to let me know if you have questions or anything like that! I worked super hard to try and make sure there were not any giant gaping plot holes, so if you see anything that confusing or that just doesn't make sense, let me know!

Also, sorry if this has any weird spelling errors. I'm using voice to text on my phone lol!

Here's a link to the series post! I also have a master list on my Tumblr under one of my most recent posts! I tagged the entire master list every time that I uploaded chapter (which is every Wednesday and Friday unless something comes up) And I just finished today's chapter a few hours ago so it'll be up between noon and 8:00 p.m. today in whatever time zone the middle of the US is in lol! Central Time? Whatever it is that 😂 Hope you're having a good day!

dante headcanon:

allowing himself to fall so heavily into debt is a self-sabotaging behaviour.

sure, more than half the time he can’t bring himself to wrangle money out of the poor souls who need his help, and the concept of money barely means anything to dante’s caveman brain — but racking up all that debt is a form of deliberate punishment upon himself (especially when he’s in one of his low moods).

dante could work it all off or set firmer boundaries with lady and trish about charging things to his account, but he doesn’t. sometimes he outright refuses payment, or won’t accept any jobs (unless they’re urgent), or totally blow an entire pay check on something totally useless.

it’s a side effect of decades of guilt piled up in the back of his mind. he’s content to sit in his office with no heat, gas, electricity or water because on some level, he thinks this is what he deserves — to live in a constant state of not having enough.

however, when his mood shifts again and he’s feeling kinda OK he’ll be more likely to get the bills paid. and when the power, water, and electricity are back on, he’ll appreciate these things more than the average person.

#I hope you end up liking the story if you read it!#I've been working on it for about a year and a half now #And it's been such a huge undertaking!#I was never that person that could write long fics!#I think the longest story I'd written for this was only 10 chapters and it wasn't even done because I suck it better if you things #But don't worry I'm going to finish this one!#I've come too far to just stop now!#and the way the AU is set up means that I could just keep going forever if I really wanted to #But I'll do that in the side stories. The main story has to end at some point lol!#not evenOne Piece is going to last forever 😅#thanks for asking!#I'm really glad to see new people in my check it out!#And again don't worry about having questions #I'm always happy to answer them for you!#Don't worry I'll tell you if there's spoiler anything like that if you need to have any questions answered!

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imagine-your-way-out · 8 years ago

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Alphabet Questions

I was tagged by @insane-hamilton-imagines Love you, girl!

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to know better!!

A- Age: 14

B- Birthplace: Quezon CIty, Philippines

C- Current Time: 8:47PM

D- Drink You Had Last: Water

E- Easiest Person To Talk To: Myself?? I have a bad habit of talking to myself.

F- Favorite Song: When Someone Cares/’I’ll Find You My Friend Medley. It’s a song I conducted so I have a lot of memories with it.

G- Grossest Memory: I had to clean up my mom’s poop (she has dementia)

H- Horror Yes or Horror No: Definite HORROR NO. I’m more scared than a child when it comes to scary stuff.

I- In Love: I uh… Yes?? I actually admitted to my crush through a letter. I say “I love you” one too many times. (But he kinda rejected me ?? Sort of ?? He told me to go after this guy I found cute ONCE. Jeez, what if I don’t want to go for him but for you tho??) I also have a bigger crush on his best friend.

J- Jealous of People: Ah yes. Of everybody. Because everybody is better than me.

K- Killed Someone: I might have?? In a story I wrote.

L- Love at First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: Love at First Sight for me. As Eliza says, “Then you walked in and my heart went, ‘Boom!’” I fall in love pretty quickly

M- Middle Name: I have none :(( I have fairly long first name though.

N- Number of Siblings: Two older sisters.

O- One Wish: To rewind time. To go back to my childhood.

P- Person You Called Last: My sister. She wasn’t home so I called to ask her where she was.

Q- Question You’re Always Asked: Are you really 14? (YES BECAUSE I LOOK SO MUCH OLDER. THEY ALWAYS SAY I LOOK 18 SMH)

R- Reason to Smile: My crush once mentioned in passing that he wanted to me to smile for him. (Because I was crying a few hours ago that time bc of stress)

S- Song You Last Sang: One Last Time from Hamilton.

T- True Ambition: (I made up the question since there was none) To make a really big change in the world. Like a science breakthrough or rise my country up from poverty and corruption.

U- Underwear Color: Red with yellow stripes.

V- Vacation: I’ve never been farther than a hundred miles from home. (except for that one time I went to Davao). I usually go to beaches and forest-y places.

W- Worst Habit: Being so self-degrading.

X- X-Rays: I don’t remember much. I don’t think I had any??

Y- Your Favorite Food: … Bread. Just any kind of bread. I will eat any kind of bread. Even if it is stale, I will find a way to revive that.

Z- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

I tag: @kimberlystudies @captivatingcosette and @heiloveee Hope you guys don’t find it a sabagal.

#personal posts

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itty-bittle-bakes · 8 years ago

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An Ingenious Business Plan

In celebration of reaching 200+ followers (!!), I’ve written a fic based off of this post about SMH getting involved with their local troop. This is definitely going to be a multi-part, but I thought I’d publish the first bit just to whet your appetites. Thank you guys so much for your support and enthusiasm!

It’s not often that Shitty is glad to be wearing a shirt. Or pants, for that matter. Or clothes in general. He likes the feeling of being unrestricted by society’s insistence that he cover most of his body for no reason, all day long.

This is not one of those times.

He swung open the door after the third set of rapid, insistent knocks, ready to chew out the fucking lax bros if they were pulling another one of their stupid “ding-dong-ditch” games on Frat Row. What he did not expect to find was three little girls in Girl Scout uniforms, sashes displayed proudly across their chests, toting clipboards almost as big as their own torsos with them. As far as he can tell, there’s no adult accompanying them at all.

He’s torn between saying: “First things first, I’ll give you my entire tuition to get me some Samoas”, or, “Your organization is so amazing and superior to Boy Scouts, I hope you lil’ dudes know that. Like, pro-LGBT, and supporting young girls, it’s great!”, or even, “I want to buy your cookies, but I don’t want Bitty to think I don’t appreciate his baked goods, I’m sorry”, and finally, “Jesus, what are you doing on a street thats entirely frathouses filled with gross jocks and stoners, that is both a spectacular business plan and a deep-set flaw in whoever is supposed to be watching over and protecting you kids. Where’s your scout leader? I have some firm words for them.”

Eventually he just asked, “What?”

The girl in the middle, who looked a lot like those drawings of Hermione he’d seen lately, all dark skin and curly hair, almost defiantly held her clipboard out to him and asked in a voice far too businesslike for a ten year old, “Would you like to buy some cookies?”

Despite the fact that he most definitely wanted to put in an order for about 500 boxes, he was still searching for any sign of some adult accompanying the trio. Certainly, no parent in their right mind would send three little girls to sell cookies to a bunch of frat guys all by themselves. “Where’s your.. uh… leader?” He peered down the street for some sign of a parent, or even a mini-van. No such luck.

The girl with the clipboard scoffed. Actually scoffed. “Dana’s mom dropped us off four blocks away and drove off to get a manicure. Three hours ago. We’ve been selling cookies ever since.” She looked at her clipboard before turning it around to face him again. “We’ve sold a lot of cookies.”

Shitty raised his eyebrows as he took the clipboard, impressed. “Nine hundred boxes? In just three hours?”

One of the girls behind the apparent leader of the squad piped up. She had flaming red hair that would make even Dex jealous, with the freckles to match. “Half of it was from this street,” She explained, pointing down to the four houses that preceded the Haus on Frat Row.

“Ingenious.” Shitty murmured. “Alright, you’ve got my money. On one condition.”

“What?” All three asked simultaneously, their tones wary.

“You call an adult to go along with you. It’s not safe to walk around town all by yourselves” Seriously, he was gonna have to find this Dana’s mother and have a stern talking-to about leaving kids alone in the middle of Samwell. Even if they were Girl Scouts, and proudly sporting Karate badges.

The last girl, a tiny little thing with jet black hair in a pixie cut, who hadn’t yet contributed finally walked up to stand next to the one he’d decided to think of as Hermione. “Why do you think Dana’s mom dropped us off in the first place? All of our parents are busy or working.” She shrugged, like this wasn’t a big deal. “Besides, we’re almost done. We’re just going to do the rest of these houses and then go wait for Dana’s mom.”

The idea of these three kids just walking down Frat Row by themselves made Shitty genuinely nervous. What if some drunk guys harassed them (fucking lax bros, most likely)? What if they got kidnapped? What if they accidentally walked in on a drug deal? None of these situations were exactly ideal. He made a split second decision. “Hold on,” He told the girls, and stuck his head back in the house. “Zimms!” He hollered at the top of his lungs, knowing full well Jack could hear him. “We’re going on an adventure!”

—

In total, the girls sold about 2,000 boxes to the rest of the frats, with the help of Jack and Shitty (Who was still figuring out what they should call him). Afterward, Shitty had walked them back to the spot where the mom had dropped them off originally, and waited for her with the girls. Amy, the one who’d first spoken to him, didn’t look too surprised when the sun started to set, and Dana’s mom still hadn’t arrived. “She probably forgot about us. She had to pick up Dana’s group too.”

Shitty frowned. “Seriously? That’s it. I’m walking you guys back to your meeting spot. Where are your parent supposed to pick you up?”

They all answered at the same time. “Samwell Middle School.”

Shitty sighed in relief, glad they hadn’t said Town Hall, or some place out on the edge of town, miles away from the university. “That's not too far a walk. Why don’t one of you call your parents and tell them you’re coming while we start heading over?” He handed his phone to Amy, who immediately started dialing.

Chloe, the girl with the pixie cut, hesitated. “What if Dana’s mom does come for us?”

Shitty looked down the road. It seemed completely devoid of any life, human or car, save for the four of them. “If Dana’s mom hasn’t come by now, she doesn’t deserve to be a troop leader. Let’s go, before it gets too dark out.” He reached out to help Aggie, the redhead, up and they all started started walking towards the school. Amy kept chatting with her mom, telling them how the nice hockey players had helped them sell cookies, and how one of them was walking them back to school.

“Hey,” Amy tugged on his sleeve, phone still pressed to her ear. “What’s your name?”

Shitty blinked in surprise. “I haven’t told you guys my name?”

All three shook their heads.

“Oh, wow, sorry you guys.” He said, stalling, trying to think. They couldn’t call him Shitty, that would just be weird. “I’m number forty-two on the hockey team, so you can call me that. Or…” He paused, remembering what Mrs. Bittle had called him before they came to a happy medium with Mr. Crappy. “I guess Mr. Knight works too.”

Amy nodded approvingly, and then said into the phone, “His name is Mr. Knight. He’s number forty-two on the hockey team.”

Half an hour later, they were only a quarter mile away when Chloe started to lag behind, her feet dragging as they kept walking. Shitty slowed down, leaning down to look at her. “Hey, what’s the matter, scout?”

She sniffled, and he quickly realized she was barely holding it together. “I’m tired, and I’m hungry, and I miss my mom.” She whimpered, and Shitty once again felt overcome by anger at this mystery mom who had left these three completely on their own. Without thinking, he wrapped her in a quick, tight hug.

“We’re almost there, Chloe.” He paused. “How about I give you a piggyback? That way you don’t have to keep walking.”

Chloe looked at him like she didn’t totally believe him. “You mean it?”

He grinned encouragingly at her. “Totally. It’ll be good for my hockey muscles.” Not a lie- he’d missed a team workout at the gym for this.

“Okay.” She agreed quietly, and he leaned down for her to jump on, hefting up her knees once she’d wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Is everyone else hanging in there?” He checked with Amy and Aggie, who both nodded, though they also looked pretty tired. He should have brought Jack along. The bro could probably carry all three girls and not break a sweat. “We’re almost there, I promise. Your parents are going to be so proud of you for all the hard work you did today. You were real troopers.”

Sure enough, as soon as they made it to Samwell Middle School, the girls were enveloped in hugs from their parents, who were clearly relieved they hadn’t been kidnapped by this mysterious Mr. Knight. He handed Chloe off to her mother, extending a hand for her to shake, introducing himself to the parents.

“So, Mr. Knight,” Amy’s mother started, looking at him skeptically. “Amy tells me you helped them sell cookies today. And you’ve walked them here.”

Shitty nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I did. Apparently, a girl named Dana has a mother who dropped them off on Dowe Street at one, but she wasn’t walking with them while they were selling cookies. I hope I’m not being intrusive by accompanying them.”

Amy’s mother exchanged glances with the other parents. “You’re most certainly not. I think we’ll be having a word with Susan in the next few days. Did she really leave you three on your own?” She asked the girls, shock coloring her tone. They all nodded.

“We were okay.” Aggie piped up, holding up her clipboard. “Mr. Knight helped us sell 2,000 boxes.”

“I’m sure yo- 2,000?” Aggie’s father looked at Shitty with something bordering awe.

Shitty shrugged. “College students and girl scout cookies. Its a brilliant business plan.”

“Huh.” Aggie’s father huffed thoughtfully. “Who’d’ve thunk.” He reached for Aggie’s hand and started walking her toward the car. She turned and waved at Shitty. “Thanks, Mr. Knight!”

He waved back, smiling. “Bye, Aggie! Don’t forget to do that math you were telling me about!” The other parents laughed as Aggie made a groaning noise.

“You know,” Amy’s mother started, looking at Shitty curiously, “If you ever wanted to help chaperone their cookie sale trips, I’m sure your help would be much appreciated.”

Shitty raised his eyebrows, surprised. “I don’t know…” He thought about how many hours he’d have to set aside. He was already drowning in work for his WGSS 435 class, not to mention hockey practice, and their games. Then, he caught the pleading look on Chloe’s face, and saw Amy smiling up at him hopefully. “Oh, why not.” He found himself saying. “I bet I could get the whole team in on it.”

—

“Hey, Bits?” Shitty stuck his head in the kitchen after Amy’s mother had kindly dropped him off at the house, thankfully not asking him why he lived in what was a glorified, giant shack. “How many recipes do you have for Girl Scout cookies? Also, how the fuck do I become a troop leader?”

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