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mingispelvis · 11 months ago

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As I Do (As I Say pt 2)

Genre: SMUT dom!Yunho x sub!reader, sub!Mingi x dom!reader, Mingi x y/n x Yunho, afab reader TWO LINES OF ANGST but it quickly gets happy again

Length: 5.9k

NSFW warnings under cut 18+ don't try me

Warnings: use of nicknames (good boy, baby boy, ma’am, baby, baby girl, good girl), SUBMISSION, DOMINATION, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!)., oral male receiving, use of daddy (i KNOW AND I’M NOT SORRY ABOUT IT)

Summary: yunho dominates you while mingi watches

Yunho was stressed. Practices were getting harder, nights were getting longer, and he was getting angrier. Every night he came home, drenched in sweat, begging for the sweet release into dreamland, only to be interrupted by sultry moans, a light buzzing, and muffled praises. Yunho thought sharing a wall with you wouldn’t be a problem. You were always quiet, considerate, and in bed at a normal hour. Lately, though, whatever was going on on the other side of the wall was keeping Yunho awake. If he was lucky enough to fall asleep despite the noise, the sounds of your ecstasy would seep into his dreams. Yunho has woken up painfully hard for two weeks straight. He was able to shake off the inappropriate thoughts towards you until the incident.

Y/N: Tell me how bad you miss me (3:15pm)

Mingi: I miss you so much. I’d do anything to be between your legs right now.(3:16pm)

Y/N: You want a picture? (3:16pm)

Minigi: Yes ma’am. Please. May I please have a picture? (3:17pm)

Y/N: Of course, baby boy. Top or bottom? (3:17pm)

Mingi: Top please! I love your boobs so much ma’am. (3:17pm)

Yunho finally grabbed his phone to see why it was buzzing so voraciously. Uh oh. This is the 3 Musketeers group chat the three of you made. Yunho tried to quickly type out a message before he saw something he shouldn’t.

Y/N: Here you go baby boy. (3:19pm)

Me: Uhhh this is the group chat Y/N! Don’t send! (3:19pm)

Y/N: PIC.JPG (3:19pm)

Yunho’s message sent through a millisecond too late. Your round, perky breasts popped up on his screen right as he pressed send.

Yunho didn’t move a muscle. He perused the picture like it was the last thing he’d ever see. Before he could stop himself, he had his hand on his growing bulge.

Y/N: fuck Yunho i’m so so sorry (3:22pm)

I saw Mingi’s name first i thought it was just our chat I’m so sorry (3:22pm)

Me: No problem. (3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky 👍🏻(3:22pm) ______________________________________________________________

You weren’t sure why Yunho had been so weird around you. From bristling when you accidentally touched him in the car back from the party, not wanting to be alone in a room with you, to stuttering incomprehensibly when the two of you bumped into each other on midnight bathroom runs, Yunho was acting odd. Now of course your friendship with Mingi had changed since that fateful day that you saw his kinks, but you and Yunho?

Maybe it was because you weren’t paying close attention, maybe it was because you were thinking about Yunho, but instead of opening the text thread of just you and Mingi, you chose the group chat that included Yunho. And now, Yunho has seen your tits in all their glory.

Yunho: No problem. (3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky 👍🏻(3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky? Oh my..oh my God. Yunho thinks you’re hot. The dodging of alone time. The pillows over the crotch. The shuffling positions. He was hiding boners and avoiding being turned on by you. The dirtiest, nastiest, most cruel idea popped into your head. You knew you’d have to wait until the boys came home, so you had plenty of time to build up the nerve for what you were about to do.

The boys burst into the house, complaints and groans filling the foyer and spilling over into the living room and kitchen. You came out of your room to greet the boys, blow Mingi a kiss, and catch Yunho before he disappeared into his room for the evening.

“Hey, Yunho?” you tapped him on his shoulder. Yunho spun around quickly, the red at the tip of his ears quickly spreading to the rest of his face.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He responded cooly, despite his body language betraying him.

“Can I talk to you in your room for a bit? It’s nothing bad, I promise.” you tried to soften the blow in hopes he wouldn’t think you were going to bring up the titty text.

“Oh. Um. Sure. Let’s go.” Yunho looked mortified, quietly running over every possible conversation you could be bringing to him as he walked to his room. You locked eyes with Mingi, who had been staring quizzically as you spoke to Yunho. You weren’t going to even speak to him but the puppy dog eyes and quivering lip melted your cold, dominant heart.

“I’m just going to apologize about the texting mishap from this afternoon,” you lied. “Why don’t you go to your room and rest tonight.”

Mingi practically burst into tears. “No! Why?” He cried quietly, begging and pleading with his eyes wide and sparkling.

“I didn't say we wouldn’t play. Calm down, baby boy.” You stroked his cheek and pushed some of his hair behind his ear. At this, he perked up, smiling from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes and turned to follow Yunho.

Shutting the door behind you, you walked into Yunho’s room and sat gingerly at the edge of his bed. Yunho’s room was always so crisp and clean. No clothes on the floor, bed always made, desk always organized- a stark difference from Mingi’s room which looked like a small tornado had run through it. You took in the scenery to calm your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at Yunho. Yunho was chewing his bottom lip and picking at his fingernails, clearly as nervous as you were.

“Hey.” you started. “I wanted to ask you something a little embarrassing for me. Well, not as embarrassing as sending you a nude by accident.” You chuckled out of anxiety. Yunho raised an eyebrow in anticipation, but said nothing.

“So…” you continued “based on your response to my…nudes…and how you’ve been acting lately, I kinda guess you think I’m cute? Like I think you might wanna…have…sex with me? If not that’s ok I can leave and we can just forget this happened, but I have this idea because you know Mingi and I have been-” the words kept rolling out of you and Yunho had to blink to reset his brain. Did he hear correctly? You knew how he felt this whole time?

“Y/N!” Yunho interrupted. “Start from the beginning. What’s going on?”

You sighed.

“Do you wanna have sex with me? Yes or no?”

Yunho squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I do.” he responded finally.

“Cool. Would you mind dominating me while Mingi watches?”

At this, Yunho’s jaw dropped. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“What? Why? What!?” Yunho was confused.

“Here. While you think about it I’ll start from the beginning. Remember the SM party? Mingi lost his phone? I found it in here sitting on top of his laptop. His computer was open to some type of BDSM kink test and I found out that he’s a sub, but he’s also super into voyeurism, which is watching other people have sex. And since he’s also a switch I think he’d like watching me be dominated by you and I think you’d be perfect for it because I know you want to fuck me.” You took a deep breath in after rambling all the information out in one breath. The silence hung heavily between the two of you as Yunho blinked and looked off into space. He was clearly processing everything that had happened in the short span of time from you talking to him in the kitchen to now.

After a good few seconds of nothing, Yunho finally spoke.

“Should I take the BDSM thing too?” he asked in almost a whisper.

You guffawed loudly, and the ringing of your laughter throughout the room dispelled the tension anxiety in Yunho’s body.

“Not if you already know what you’re into.” you responded with a wink.

It was Yunho’s turn to laugh.

“Ok. I think I can do this. When are we gonna…do it? And what exactly do you want me to do to you?” Yunho bit his lip again, nervousness creeping back up his body.

The two of you began discussing dates, times, and plans. What toys to bring, boundaries, whether to tell Mingi, everything. Time slipped away from you, and you didn’t realize you’d been in Yunho’s room for almost an hour until three heavy raps at Yunho’s door pulled the two of you out of the solace you’d created together. Yunho got up and opened the door, then stepped to the side so you could see who it was.

Mingi was fuming. The cute little pout and scrunched eyebrows were nowhere to be seen- replaced with a fully furrowed brow, flared nostrils, and a snarled lip.

“I KNEW IT.” Mingi growled, pointing his finger at you as he burst past Yunho to approach you.

“Knew what?” Your facial expression mirrored the confusion in your voice.

“You two are fucking aren’t you?” Mingi spat the accusation at you like a curse.

Yunho answered first, as you were stunned into silence, “Mingi, calm down, it’s not like that.”

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS.” Mingi whipped around to point another accusatory finger at Yunho, but his demeanor softened as Yunho’s face became stern. To avoid whatever Yunho had in store for him, Mingi turned his attention back to you.

“Mingi. I told you I was just apologizing for the incident this afternoon, and we got to talking since we haven’t had much time to see each other lately. Yunho’s my friend.” As you emphasized the word “friend”, you realized what was really going on. You cocked your head to the side, pouted, and asked, “What? Is my baby boy jealous?” Your voice dripping with mockery.

Mingi’s ears turned red and you could feel him shrinking from that angry, jealous man he was when he entered, to an embarrassed submissive.

“Don’t call me that.” He stated lowly, his eyes shifting away from your gaze.

You got up, brushing past him, and walked to the door.

“Thanks for the convo, Yunho. I’ll text you. It was really good talking to you.” You gave Yunho a long hug to punctuate your message to both him and Mingi. Yunho hugged you back, purposely making eye contact with Mingi as his hands traveled to the small of your back. He spread one of his hands so his pinky would lightly graze the beginning curve of your ass.

You pulled your torso back, still holding onto Yunho’s waist, and gave him a sweet, sincere smile. He returned the smile and said, “have a good night. I’m gonna hit the shower.”

You left to go to your room, not sparing Mingi another glance. If you had, you would have seen him, mouth agape, eyebrows up in disbelief, shoulders slumped in defeat, and you would have broken. You would have run to him and told him it was just a set up to give him the best gift in the world for being your best baby boy. But you didn’t. You left. And Mingi’s heart shattered. ______________________________________________________________

Mingi was exhausted. Ever since you’d crushed his heart by choosing Yunho over him, he’d thrown himself into practice- working out twice a day, dancing harder than he ever had before, writing some of the most gut wrenching lyrics his fans would never hear. Even though it had only been a week, Mingi looked different. He was tan, toned, and always in a terrible mood.

This was perfect. You knew anger would fuel the jealousy even more when Mingi saw you with your lips wrapped around Yunho’s cock. You and Yunho had decided the best time to surprise Mingi would be the night before his birthday. That way, he could actually celebrate his birthday with everyone he loved, including Yunho, without seething and ignoring Yunho’s presence like he’d been doing the past week. Since Mingi had been ignoring you as well, despite you catching him staring longingly at you multiple times, you and Yunho had had plenty of time to craft the perfect pre-birthday present for Mingi.

The night after you’d spoken with Yunho, and Mingi’s heart was crushed, you and Yunho met again. You decided it would be good to get used to each other so nothing awkward would happen when you fucked in front of Mingi.

“So I have an idea of what we should do,” you pulled out your phone and opened the notes app, where you’d written down how you wanted the night with Yunho and Mingi to go. As you scrolled through, reading your thoughts to Yunho, he interjected with ideas of his own- ways to make Mingi jealous, but not overstep and upset him. Yunho was also tasked with buying the BDSM items you would need to truly fulfill Mingi’s fantasy.

“Silk can get a little sweaty. Why don’t we use crushed velvet instead?” Yunho suggested, lounging on his bed.

“Perfect!” You typed in the final notes, and locked your phone. “One last thing, though.” You crept closer to Yunho as he raised an eyebrow at you. “We should do a practice run.”

Before Yunho could speak, you leaned down to kiss him. He immediately cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in close. You straddled him and deepend the kiss. It had been a while since you’d gotten any, and you were used to being pleased every night for months. Your panties were drenched instantly and, despite meaning to take it slow, you’d already begun grinding on Yunho. It didn’t take long for you to feel Yunho getting hard beneath you. You broke the kiss to take off your shirt and bra.

“Woah,” Yunho breathed lightly. “Slow down, baby!” He groaned while biting his lip.

You shook your head no, informing him that this was going to be hot, heavy, and fast, and leaned back down to kiss him. Tugging his shirt up as a suggestion, you leaned back so he could remove his shirt. You planted kisses on his neck and collar bone and tugged your shorts and panties off. Yunho started to pull down his sweats, and before they could get down to his ankles, you were stroking his dick. He tried to stifle a moan, but when you positioned yourself on top of him and started to slide back and forth, your slick glistening on his cock, he couldn’t hold it in. He moaned deeply and pulled you back down into a kiss. Wasting no time, you lined him up with your entrance and sank down. You were invigorated, feeling Yunho stretch you in ways you’d never felt. He was huge. Not just big, huge. You began to bounce up and down, steadying yourself on Yunho’s chest. Your eyes were squeezed shut, attempting to let the pain of Yunho being so large be overcome by how euphoric it felt for him to reach that spongy spot inside you with no problem at all. Up and down, back and forth, you rode Yunho until your thighs burned and your toes cramped. As that familiar feeling crept towards your core, you threw your head back and began grinding, chasing your high. You squeezed and pulled your nipple with one hand, and rubbed your clit with the other. The orgasm built up slowly, then exploded, causing you to scream out in ecstasy.

Yunho hadn’t moved an inch. He watched you with eyes wide, filled with awe and reverence, and let you use him to your heart’s content. When you’d finally come down, slowing your grind to a halt, and looked at Yunho, you began to laugh. Yunho knew why you were laughing- he was supposed to do the work and you were supposed to submit. He began laughing too.

“Sorry. I guess I got carried away.” You laughed, breathless from all the work you’d done.

“That’s ok,” Yunho responded, rubbing his hands up and down your sides “I just hope you’re ready for round two.”

Before you could move, Yunho grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, never letting himself slip out of your warm, drenched pussy. He made quick work of putting you in the position he desired- ankles by your ears, hands around his neck. “What I’m about to do, I don’t usually do. I like to go slow, but you’ve got me so worked up, so…” he shifted so he was as deep inside you as he could possibly be, “Hold on.” With that warning, he got to work. His strokes were long, deep, and rhythmic. He started at a medium pace and kept it the entire time, never faltering. Yunho stuffed his hands under your butt to lift you up just enough to where every time he slammed inside of you, it hit an angle that made you see stars, planets, hell all of space was spinning around in your vision. Your mouth hung open despite no sound coming out. You were being fucked into oblivion. Yunho’s deep, steady breathing and the sensual slap of skin on skin were the only sounds in the room until you felt another orgasm bubbling up. Your eyes fluttered, your jaw slacked, and you pussy tightened, squeezing the life out of Yunho. When you came, you cursed. Loudly. Fifteen glorious seconds of you throbbing around Yunho’s cock was all he could take. You’d already gone into post-orgasm limp, and your fucked out look pushed him over the edge.

“Inside or out, baby I’m about to come.” Yunho gritted his teeth and gripped your ass with a strength you knew would leave bruises.

“Out.” You were able to muster up enough breath to answer before it was too late. Yunho’s hips faltered once, twice, and he let out a long, deep groan as he finished across your stomach. He milked himself completely dry before flopping over on his side. After a few steadying breaths, Yunho got up and cleaned himself off before returning to your side and providing you with exceptional aftercare. You were spent, but you knew you couldn’t stay in his bed, so you began to get up.

“Shhh it’s ok.” Yunho pulled you back down and held you in his arms. “You can stay here for a bit until you regain your energy.”

You woke up under the blankets, confused, in the dark. You heard a light snore next to you and whipped your head around as it all came back. You’d fallen asleep in Yunho’s arms by accident. Shit. Reaching for the bedside lamp you realized you were clothed. As the dim light cast a warm light over the side table, you saw a glass of water and a note.

Take this with you when you leave and drink it before you go to sleep. Don’t be stubborn.

It wasn’t signed, but you knew Yunho. What you didn’t know was how perfect of a soft dom he was. You were going to have to be very careful not to fall for him. Despite wanting to be disobedient and bratty as your nature screamed for you to do, you grabbed the water and crept out of the room.

Today was the day. August 8th. The day you were going to rock Mingi’s world. You’d planned everything down to the minute so that Mingi would have an amazing night. You even paid for the boys to have a mini vacation so the three of you would have the house to yourselves. The most difficult part would be getting Mingi to talk to you, so you put him in a position where he couldn’t escape. The boys were coming home from practice soon- Yunho would beat Mingi to the shower, then quickly set everything up in your bedroom. You would be waiting for Mingi in his room, hiding behind the door.

When Mingi walked in his room, you shut the door, and he jumped.

“Mingi, I need t-” you began, but Mingi interrupted you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing hiding in my room? Get out of here, y/n.” Mingi turned to walk to his bed. You followed him.

“Mingi. Listen for just a second. I need to tell you something, and it’s important.” You followed him and stood in front of him as he sat at the edge of his bed. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves. If he didn’t accept what you were about to say, the whole night was a bust.

“I lied to you, but for a good reason.” You started cautiously. Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, already looking pretty pissed.

“I wanted to do something really special for my favorite baby boy for his birthday, and in order to do it, I had to make you super jealous.” You paused to test where Mingi’s attitude was at. At the term “baby boy”, his breath caught. You had his rapt attention.

“I would never choose anyone other than you, Mingi.” You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into your touch.

“I need you to trust me, baby boy. Do you trust me?” You looked deep into Mingi’s eyes, and he looked up at you, eyes shining like you just told him he won the lottery. Placing his large hand over yours, he nodded.

“Good.” You smiled a genuine, toothy grin. “Then go take a shower and come back to your room. I’ll come get you when you’re ready.” You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss, barely grazing his lips. Turning to walk away, you realized your heart was beating out of your chest. You were really about to do this.

“Oh gosh Yunho, was this a bad idea? Is he gonna hate it? What if he hates it. Oh no. What have I done? Maybe we should call it off…” You were spiraling, pacing back and forth in your bedroom. You’d put on a brand new lacy lingerie set with matching knee-high socks- sure to make Mingi drool. Yunho grabbed you by both of your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes.

“You know him. You love him. He loves you. And he’s gonna love this.” stern and correct as always, Yunho calmed you down.

You love Mingi. Mingi loves you. Holy shit. Do you love Mingi? You thought about it for a millisecond before your heart started its incessant thumping in your chest again. You didn’t have time to mull it over, though, because Yunho knocked you out of your thoughts.

“He’s out of the shower. You ready, baby?” Yunho bit his lip and looked you up and down. Baby. You weren’t sure why, but hearing that term come out of Yunho’s mouth made you tingly.

“I’m ready. I’ll go get him.” You nodded, put a robe on to cover your lingerie (don’t want to spoil the surprise, do you?), and headed to Mingi.

Mingi was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when you barged in without knocking. Looking up, Mingi started- “Hey, what’s-”

“Quiet, baby boy. This is important. You remember the color system, right? I need you to be extra sure to use it tonight, ok? Do you trust me?” You stood with your hands on your hips, addressing Mingi like he really was your property.

He nodded quickly, “Yes ma’am. I trust you. I’ll use the colors.” He was practically jumping up and down at the thought of getting to possibly taste you, or maybe even fuck you, tonight. Little did he know what was in store.

“Good." You pulled off your robe, and Mingi's jaw dropped. "Close your eyes.” You instructed, approaching him. He did what he was told and you wrapped a strip of velvet around his eyes. Mingi couldn’t contain his joy or confusion, but stayed quiet. He knew the rules.

“Strip.” you demanded. Mingi did as he was told.

You were glad Mingi couldn’t see you hype yourself up for what you were gonna tell him next.

“Yunho’s gonna be in the room with us. Color?” You asked, biting your lip, eyebrows raised expectantly.

The silence was excruciating as Mingi thought. He thought and thought. Why’s Yunho in the room? Is he gonna watch? Am I gonna watch? I’m blindfolded, I can’t watch. Am I…what!?

“Yellow…Green. No. What?” Mingi needed a little more information, but you couldn’t ruin the surprise.

“I’ll take that as a yellow, and we’ll go slow. You grabbed his hand and guided him up.

“Wait where-” Mingi was about to talk out of turn, but he stopped himself.

“Only you, Yunho, and I are home. We’re going to my bedroom. Happy Birthday, Mingi.” You lead Mingi across the hall into your bedroom and sat him down in a comfy chair. The blanket you usually had him kneel on was covering the chair so he didn’t have to place his bare ass on a piece of furniture everyone used.

Yunho sat on the bed and watched as you used more soft, velvet strips to tie Mingi’s arms to the arms of the chair so he couldn’t move them. You spread Mingi’s knees as far apart as you could without hurting him, but far enough that he couldn’t squeeze his thighs together for the friction he would so desperately want later. You tied his ankles and thighs down as well.

“Color?” You asked after you were finished with your beautiful bondage art.

“Bright green.” Mingi smiled, already breathing heavy and squirming in his seat.

“Good boy.” you leaned to whisper in Mingi’s ear.

“Tonight, you’re going to get to hear just how sexy I sound when I sub.” your words lightly tickled Mingi’s earlobe, went through his body, and straight to his dick. Mingi gripped at the chair and braced himself.

“Come here baby.” Yunho had waited long enough. “Why don’t you start by getting on your knees and letting Mingi hear just how well you can choke on my cock?”

Obediently, you dropped to your knees and waited patiently for Yunho to place his cock gingerly on your expecting tongue. You really put on a show for Mingi, gathering as much spit and slobber you could as you worked Yunho. You moaned loud and deep as you went back and forth, looking up at Yunho occasionally to ensure you were doing a good job. Yunho stayed silent, knowing Mingi wasn’t there to hear him, but he struggled to stifle every sound. He knew he had to pick it up on the Soft Dom-ing or he would lose himself in how warm and wet your throat was.

“Open, baby. Let me use you. You can take it.” He pulled your hair back and gripped tight. You heard Mingi suck air through his teeth behind you. Yunho slowly began moving back and forth against your tongue, then picked up the pace when he saw you really could take it. You hollowed out your mouth and throat, purposely humming so Mingi could hear Yunho’s cock filling your mouth.

“Oh baby that’s fucking perfect.” Yunho used you like a sex toy, fucking your face seemingly with little regard, but when you started to actually choke, he pulled out immediately. He eyed you carefully with a look that silently asked did I go too far? but you used this opportunity to ramp up the dynamic.

“May I please take Mingi’s blindfold off, daddy?” You fluttered your lashes and bit your swollen lip, looking up at Yunho with big round eyes. Yunho’s stomach flipped. “Not right now baby, you don’t want him to see you cry when I ruin you do you?” Yunho responded, playing right into his role. “Why don’t you stand up and let me see that pretty pussy?” Yunho asked, but mouthed something right after. "Sit on Mingi." You tilted your head, confused, but when the lightbulb went off, you grinned.

“Of course daddy, anything for you.” You answered walking over to Mingi. Grabbing one of his hands, you straightened out his fingers that were still balled up from gripping the armchair. You used one of his fingers to hook into your panties, and carefully stepped out of them. Then, you picked up your panties, balled them up, and pushed them into Mingi’s mouth. He took them gratefully, moaning lightly. Mingi’s legs were spread apart, so you sat gingerly in the area of the chair between them leaning back into Mingi’s chest for support. You spread your legs and placed them on top of Mingi’s hands.

“Perfect. Look how perfect you are.” Yunho praised you sincerely, kneeling down to place kisses on your thighs. He rubbed lightly on your clit and kissed lightly around the area, teasing you until you said what he wanted to hear.

“Please.” you whispered, barely audible.

“Hmm?” Yunho didn’t spare you a glance.

“Please. Don’t tease me.” You stated a little louder.

“Use your words, baby girl.” Yunho responded lazily, struggling to not dive right into the meal right in front of him.

“Please eat me, daddy. I can’t wait. Please. I need it.” desperate for Yunho to relieve the need built up between your legs.

“Good girl.” Yunho mumbled as he locked his lips around your clit. You’d been putting on a show before, but the way your head lolled back, eyes fluttering when Yunho began to eat you out, was real.

“Oh my God,” you moaned, head thrown back in the crook of Mingi’s neck. You could hear his uneven, shuddering breaths, feel his cock hard against your lower back, and you’d never been more turned on. Yunho ate you sloppily. He never let up suction around your clit, he never stopped his tongue from moving, and his fingers never let up. He kept a slow, steady, sultry pace, moaning occasionally, and even reaching up to pinch one of your nipples. You cursed loudly, and started to grind your hips into Yunho’s face and, subsequently, your ass into Mingi’s cock. Mingi’s uneven breaths turned into deep, panting breaths. You could feel him squirming, his hands flexing into their restraints. Before you could stop yourself, you turned and kissed his neck. At that moment, you realized what was really happening. Two incredibly attractive men were pleasuring you, Mingi your sub, Yunho your dom. It catapulted you over the edge, your orgasm sneaking up on you like a thief in the night. You’d made another gushing mess on your chair, but most of it landed on Yunho’s fingers. When Yunho pulled his fingers out of you, he hesitated. He looked at you, then at Mingi, and made a reckless decision. He pulled the panties out of Mingi’s mouth, and placed his fingers, dripping with your cum, directly into Mingi’s mouth. Mingi closed his mouth and sucked on them immediately. You could feel Mingi’s cock throbbing and leaking against you and knew it was time for the grand finale.

Yunho would never admit to anyone, not even on his deathbed, the small surge of electricity that sparked through him as he watched Mingi suck your cum off his fingers. He pulled his fingers out quickly and turned back to you.

“Bend over baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re full of my cum.” Yunho grabbed one final strip of velvet and wrapped it around your neck. He crossed it in the back and pulled it just tight enough to make your eyes flutter. You pulled Mingi’s blindfold down, placed your hands on his thighs, and arched your back, ready for Yunho.

Mingi looked fucked out even though no one had even really touched him. You looked deep in his eyes and he looked in yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss like a starved man receiving food for the first time in weeks- he was receiving you for the first time in weeks. As the kiss disconnected, you felt Yunho’s strong hands grip your hips, felt him line himself up, and push deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned deep. Mingi mirrored your moan, his heart beating faster, his cock throbbing harder. Just a few weeks ago he was incensed and disgusted by the thought of his best friend fucking you, and now he was immensely aroused by it.

Yunho saw the way you and Mingi were looking at each other and had to remind you who was in charge at the moment. He slammed into you, making you lurch forward into Mingi. He pulled the make-shift velvet collar around your throat tight, forcing your back to arch even more and your mouth to hang open. He set a brutal pace, refusing to let up for even a moment. You knew Yunho’s stamina was incredible, and you’d have to really work to make him come fast, or you’d have bruises on bruises the next day. You ramped up the porn star vocals again.

“Oh yes baby just like that. Fuck me just like that.” You used the lightest, sexiest voice you could, but stared directly at Mingi while saying it- two birds, one stone. You slowly moved your hands up Mingi’s thigh until you reached his cock. You lightly wrapped your thumb and forefinger around the base, the pace Yunho was fucking you causing your body to rock and your hand to partially jerk Mingi off.

“Fuck baby girl your pussy is so fucking tight.” Yunho spat through gritted teeth, releasing the hold on your neck to use both hands to steady your hips. You immediately began kissing Mingi again, reaching your other hand up to pinch one of his nipples. Mingi moaned into your mouth and throbbed in your hand. He was so overstimulated by the sound of you being fucked, the personality you assumed as a sub, the taste of your lips. He was close. You were close. Yunho was close. You came first, throbbing around Yunho, breaking the kiss with Mingi and losing your grip on his cock. Mingi had experienced your orgasms many times before, but they never failed to push him over the edge. He came hard, bucking into the air, spurting onto your hands and his chest. You’d gone limp against Mingi’s body, and the only thing holding you up was Yunho’s death grip on your hips. He kept up his brutal pace, hips only faltering after a few more strokes. Once he stilled inside you, he shuddered out a moan, and you could feel him throbbing inside you. Yunho pulled out of you slowly, all three of you breathing heavily. You kissed Mingi while Yunho went to grab a towel to start the clean-up process.

That night, for the first time, you fell asleep in Mingi’s arms. Yunho offered, graciously, to allow Mingi to have you all to himself since it was his birthday. Despite being exhausted from the night’s activities, you woke up in the middle of the night. You listened to his steady breathing, watched his lip twitch as he snored lightly, and you realized just how much you really loved this man. You curled up closer and kissed him on the chest. Then higher, to the crook of his neck, planting tiny kisses everywhere you could reach. Unable to resist any longer, you straddled him, kissing him more and more until you felt him shift beneath you. Mingi’s eyes fluttered open and he mumbled to you, “what are you doing?” with a smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth. You lightly kissed his lips, and he kissed you back.

“Baby, I’m spent from my birthday gift!” Mingi giggled into your mouth as he ran his hands up and down your waist.

“Mmmm I know,” you whined, “but I want you again. Just you.” You leaned down and began kissing him again. The kiss turned deeper, sexier, hotter.

Mingi growled a deep, guttural growl, and flipped you over.

“I hope you’re ready for round two.”

Pt. 3 gonna be juicy yall.

Tagged tinys: @pearltinyy @voicesinmyhead-rc

#ateez #ateez smut #mingi smut #mingi x reader #mingi x yn #reader x mingi #wonderlandnet #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho x reader x mingi

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catholic-character-tournament · 1 year ago

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Round 2 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Sister Michael

She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.

joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?

she does love a good statue it has to be said

She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3

Galahad

OKAY SO . “Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences.” DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just “galahad’s blind faith” . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points

There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire

i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭

his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who’s been hanging from the gallows since forever told him ‘hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It’ and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE’. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3

my friends my people my… flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we’re fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES… oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved… “OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US” I HEAR YOU CRY “IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?” NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF… HAHAHAHAHHAAAA…. WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES … i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES

Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you

#sister michael #derry girls #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #galahad #high noon over camelot #the mechanisms

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nightlight-writes · 2 years ago

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Sakura Crown (Ike Eveland x Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted are meant to be fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is unintended.

You were sitting under a sakura tree, assembling a crown from small, dark brown branches. Tiny pink petals adorned them, and even more dispersed from even the gentlest breeze, giving the air a subtle, yet sweet scent. Almost everyone had a camera of some kind, their photographs forever preserving the memory of a seasonal, maybe even once-in-a-lifetime event. In particular, many couples could be seen paying photographers to take their photos in the center of the park, where the petals were most abundant.

—Bzzzt!—

The loud ringing of your phone provided a rather unwelcome distraction from the peaceful atmosphere. After checking the caller ID, you accepted.

“Hey, I just want to check up on you. Anything you’re doing today?”

The voice coming from the phone was soft and sweet, if somewhat high-pitched. You heard it before in voice chats, but a phone call? That was new.

“Oh, I’m viewing the cherry blossoms today. What about you?”

“I’m going to see the cherry blossoms too! It’s my first time, so I can’t wait.”

Wait, he was here too? You quickly stood up to find him, taking your bag and the flower crown you just made with you. Actually being in the crowd was a lot more intimidating than observing it, you mused as you wiped some sweat off your forehead.

A man with ashy brown hair and thin, black frames waved at you. You ran over to him, remembering his appearance from the many photos he’d send to you. Upon getting a closer look at him, you noticed his attire was a lot lighter than usual. In place of his usual blue scarf was a thin, blue linen coat over a beige cardigan, coupled with high-waisted brown gingham pants and leather shoes. Seeing him in person was certainly an experience.

“Ike! You’re here!”

“Hey ____! It’s our first time meeting in-person if I’m not mistaken. I gotta say, you look really pretty today.”

“And you look really pretty too!”

You smiled as you got an idea for your first outing together.

“Would you like if we spent the day together? I could really use your company.”

“No need to ask, my friend.

He extended a hand wrapped in lace gloves to you, linking your hands together. The two of you slowly walked along the path, taking in the sights before you. Sakura petals were strewn all over the floor, and many more were falling from the trees. A fair few people were staring at you as you walked over the wooden bridge, wondering if you two were already a couple.

As you watched the river flowing from behind the rails, the sound of a notification came ringing from Ike’s pocket, and he suddenly burst out into laughter.

“I know you don’t find these as funny as I do, but just look at this pic I got sent. It’s just-” His words were interrupted by another burst of laughter, causing you to look over at his screen.

The images were, quite frankly, just as incomprehensible as when you first started talking with him. You could at least tell that the pictures had over-the-top graphic design and that some words were meant as funny ways to refer to mundane things, but you still couldn’t figure out just what made your friend so seemingly infatuated with them.

In the midst of his merriment, a sakura petal fell straight on his nose, causing him to sneeze. You were about to giggle at the sight, but then you noticed his grip loosening and eventually letting go of his phone. In an instant, you bent down and brought your hand out in front of you, catching the phone and holding it tightly.

“Ah! I didn’t mean to inconvenience you! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to drop my phone just like that!”, he said as you handed his phone over to him.

“It’s fine. Just be more careful next time, okay?”

“I promise I’ll be more careful when holding my phone, alri— achoo! —”

Ike sneezed again, and you noticed the little sakura petal on his nose. You flicked it off with your finger and presented it to him, causing him to blush slightly.

“So that’s why I was sneezing! But it’s so cute…”

“It really is, isn’t it?” You giggled a little bit. “But you know what’s cuter?”

“What? Me?”, he asked with a skeptical tone.

You placed the flower crown you had made earlier right on his head, catching him off-guard. His cheeks reddened further for just a few seconds, after which a huge smile was on his face, his eyes gleaming like small peridots.

“See? You look pretty cute, Sir. Eveland!”

“You’re giving me too much praise.” His expression turned into that of a pout. “And why do you always use my last name like that? Isn’t it too formal for you?”

Your only response was a laugh.

“Well, I actually think it’s cute.”

“Then allow me to say your name is cute too.”

You blushed a bit at his response, unaware of just how your name could possibly be considered “cute.” He was the one with the cute name and the flower crown on his head, not you!

“Come on. I’m just telling the truth. No need to get all embarrassed about it.”

Despite his words, he had to admit that that blush on your cheeks was cute in it’s own right.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #nightlight.txt

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bunybot · 1 year ago

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my transfem (+ leo) knights agenda is oh so dear to my heart.

naru being the original donino piece. ritsu has never cared about gender, had always been one to say their preference is whatever, but getting to know naru helps them come to the realization that they want to go on estrogen. that their transition goals align with a more androgyne body. naruritsu doing each other’s e shots once the two enter their third year. (naruritsumika also helping mao come to the realization she’s a tgirl during naruritsumika girls nights since mao is constantly at the sakuma home. mika is a bigender tgirl… also again found herself through naru’s openness about her identity.) izumi resonates with ritsu’s feelings about their gender identity… being agender but tfem as well.

tsukasa comes out after ritsumika but before mao. ritsu never had a proper coming out, because they knew they’d be understood by their fellow knights. tsukasa on the other hand made a formal call to knights to meet. izuleo literally fly from florence to yumenosaki. only for kasa to simply tell everyone “i believe i’m a trans girl… and i hope to come out to my parents and begin estrogen.” she comes out first to knights because they are more family than the suous will ever be. group hug from 3/4… the fourth obviously being sena who pats her on the head. leoritsu kiss her on both cheeks too. she’s showered with love and support and also bombarded with questions and how they can best support her. naru chats up kasa after the meeting more in depth. helps her with passing tips and naruritsu plan a shopping trip with her. kasa is very insecure at first about her body in relationship to feminine clothing but naruritsu build her right up!!!

meanwhile in florence. once she graduated, sena had been doing drag shows. it’s the most she has felt herself. after kasa’s coming out, seeing ritsu and naru becoming themselves… she ponders if there’s more to her identity than the drag persona. if the most beautiful she’d feel would be as a woman. while cuddling in bed sena asks leo how he realized who he was (leo is tmasc and had began transitioning before entering yumenosaki). leo goes on an inspired tangent, somewhat obviously fictional backstory. but in a sense he means all of it. sena straight up says i never thought i would care as long as i was beautiful but what if being a girl sounds like the most beautiful thing to me? leo kisses and is like you’re beautiful no matter what :) the next morning leo is trying to find resources for sena and shocked by him being up earlier she is curious about it. they sit down and talk about it in depth and sena starts seeing one. she wonders if she should start e in fear of ruining her modeling career which leads her to calling naru. naru assures her and they talk about what to do from here. izuleo do their e and t shots together :3 she eventually comes out to ritsukasa… ritsu predicted it. as ritsu does. but kasa is a little bit shocked and supportive. she returns the same head pat as sena gave her when they meet up again and they are just. cutie.

all 5 of them are dating. btw. izuleo are engaged. they make an effort to see each other as much as possible. naruritsu visit florence to see sena’s drag shows and sena puts them in drag at one point. leokasa support while kasa also tries italian desserts. leo feeds her them. oughh

naruritsu is also dating mika. ritsu is engaged to mao who is dating trickstar.

kasa has a big crush on sora but has yet to do anything about it.

the specific identities:

ritsu: tfem agender lesbian, they

tsukasa: bisexual tgirl, she

izumi: tfem agenderfluid lesbian, they she

leo: tmasc nonbinary lesbian, he they

sorry. this is long and incomprehensible i took my melatonin i just can’t stop thinking about them

#polyknights #mars thought dump

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melatoninburst · 2 years ago

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Shanice upon seeing a fight between apparent superheroes and some villain, which was almost straight out of a comic book, just had to get closer, just to figure out what was going on; her thoughts hadn’t even linked up to the fact she was endangering herself. She’d heard plenty about Paris’ heroes, but she didn’t think that it was that common of a thing nor that they were active as often as people made them out to be- because really, that would lead to wild property damage if there’s full out brawls often between people with very obviously odd abilities.

Shanice also, frankly, doesn’t expect for Chat Noir to quite literally pick her up into his arms and jump away from the fight so she doesn’t get the Akuma a manslaughter charge, even if she probably should given saving people is his job descriptor- so, she lets out a startled fucking hell in surprise, but she’s clearly not upset, just taken aback by the action- that and she tends to use language like that very often to begin with. She’s then placed down gently after being carried to safety. She’s a bit surprised by the gentleness- she’d expect it to be a throw down and then for him to run off given he was super busy.

“Uh, thanks dude,” She speaks, hoping her accent doesn’t make her french sound near incomprehensible- it’s not something she wants to happen, given it could make this interaction incredibly awkward. “You sure swooped in there, huh? Sorry for wandering into their path.” When a red light and swarm of ladybugs resonates through the air through the whole city seemingly, she finds herself turning to look in the direction of the source of it all- briefly considering that they took their theming very seriously. Kind of Batmanesque. Does Chat Noir do that too?

“...Do you let off cat things? A swarm of cats seems like it’d be hell to manage- you’d need so much food for them all,” A swarm of cats and a green light? She couldn’t tell what this dude’s deal would be if it’s anything similar to Ladybug’s. She doesn’t even register that she asked that out loud however until a second after, which makes her quickly stand up. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have asked that, it’s not like you have to tell me- thanks again. You got a Pay Pal? I’ll send you money for the save- it’s only polite, right?”

...Why did she say Pay Pal of all things? Well, in her own defense, which is lukewarm at best- she’s never been saved by anyone before in her life. It’s something she can’t really think of the etiquette for and she doesn’t know if google has the answer for this one. She also can’t pull a Princess Peach and make him a cake, either. She doesn’t even think the dude has a P.O box, he wouldn’t be able to get it.

starter for @melatoninburst

Chat Noir's ears twitch at the sound of a footstep behind him, and his eyes flit back to see a civilian there, right in the path of the akuma.

He doesn't even stop to think about it, he just whips around to sweep the girl off her feet and jump away, carrying her to safety.

"You have to be careful, Mademoiselle," he says, gently sitting her back down, "Akumas are dangerous."

He's about to return to Ladybug, when the red light and swarm of ladybugs sweeps over everything, telling him that she finished it without him.

Good, he supposes. She'd used her lucky charm, so she only had a few more minutes. He's sure she'd have had him cataclysm something if he hadn't left the area to protect the civilian, but she managed without him.

She does always seem to do that.

#catastrophex #( thank you for the starter :D )#( guess we'll figure out which twin it is later on which can be fun and university verse sounds good! )#( honestly that sounds exactly like something she'd do! you were right on the money. )#( I'm very sorry she offered to paypal him. she doesn't think much. )#v. ( scottish accents are annoying )

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alittlebirb · 2 years ago

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Some showstopping seconds from the MCC 22 Golden Gals!

-Jojo wearing a yellow shirt that says CHAMPS, setting the tone for this MCC!

-Jojo then proceeding to tell her chat to turn their usernames "piss color" in order to show their support

-Everyone wearing old lady skins in reference to The Golden Girls

-Jojo wanted to wear minion skins but she was (thankfully) outvoted

-Gee getting False's attention and jumping with her, and then saying "See this is why I love females."

-Sylvee saying they can pet the cats at any time, but they don't get anything, "just the satisfaction."

-Jojo already strategizing and vod reviewing before the event starts

-Everyone hating on Sapnap for photobombing their group screenie

"He made me fall!" -Gee

"He pushed an old lady off! That's fucked up!" -Sylvee

-Jojo repeatedly saying she's going to pee her pants

-Sylvee asking for food suggestions, specifically something that's easy to eat while they play, and Blushi suggesting hot wings

"Hot wings are like, the most difficult thing to eat, they're so slippery!" -Jojo

"That is the worst possible food you could have picked." -Sylvee

-Blushi then revealing she apparently eats hot wings with a spoon??

"What? Why are you saying these things now?" -Jojo

"Gimme attention! Gimme attention!" -Blushi, cackling her head off

-"Let's just keep talking so the count down doesn't make our tummies hurt." -Blushi

-Gee suggesting that Sylvee order M&Ms???

-Gee and Blushi seeing Quig's birthday hat and begging for one of their own

-Sylvee saying it's sooo embarrassing for whoever threw their chicken inside the glass you guys 🙄, and everyone side eying her because it was her chicken

-Jojo calling for the team to leave a room that's melting in MD and Sylvee yelling they can't leave because Blushi is literally frozen rn!!

"Sorry sorry sorry." 😳 -Jojo and Gee

-Sylvee's mic cutting out so much while she's yelling that for a minute straight the comms are incomprehensible

-Everyone getting so focused on fighting Aqua that the lava eats the floor out from under them

-Gee realizing that she had the intense music off the entire time

-Jojo and Sylvee somehow literally running into Cyan in the 3rd round and Jojo's quick bow shots taking out all four

-Sylvee grabbing the entirety of the big coin box like a freaking queen

-Gee asking if she should ask her roommate to pull the internet on Oli's computer

-Jojo getting Top 5 in MD!

-Jojo calling Purpled her hero

-Sylvee getting excited over "lil ol' me" getting 9th place on the leaderboard

-Sylvee praising the NoxCrew for all their creative games and the work they do

-Gee typing in the chat during the elevator lore

-Sylvee dunking Pink AFTER they already voted

-Sylvee once again throwing the chicken inside the glass

"Wow, I am not a great voter, what the fuck?"

-Gee becoming very distressed at the fact that the chicken died after she punched it

-Everyone asking for Gee to please remind them of the teams each of them will be hunting in PKT 🥺 👉👈, and Gee complying by reading them out in a sports announcer voice

-Blushi saying she's "taking a gander" at the map

-Jojo forgetting to comm after dying and apologizing because she was "fixing myself"

-Sylvee having to hunt 3 teams in a row in a deeply upsetting turn of luck

-Jojo wanting RSR after PKT and the others teasing her it's "for the ego"

-"Should we sing happy birthday to Quig one letter at a time?" -Gee

-Jojo checking in with the others by asking for affirmatives and everyone sounding off

-"That's our Jojo, girl!" -Gee about Jojo during RSR

-Sylvee complimenting Jojo on her elytra hops! "Nice hops, Jojo!" "HUGE hops!"

-Gee getting top 11 during the second round in a huge improvement, and Jojo getting top 2 in players!

-"It's the speed of the elytra, like oh my gosh! I'm zoomin!" -Blushi

-"If we skip Build Mart I'm literally gonna cry." -Jojo T.T

"No! Don't make Jojo cry!" -Gee

-"Make sure to follow walls directly from behind like a little puppy dog." -Sylvee

"Bark bark!" -Blushi

-"Girls! What do we love?" -Gee

"Winning!" -Sylvee

"No!" -Gee

"..can you give us a hint?" -Sylvee

"We love walls, especially when they have?" -Gee

"Holes in them!" -Jojo

"That's my girls, a bunch of hole lovers!" -Gee

-The exclamation mark walls are the most dangerous of all.

-Jojo winning the second round and typing in the chat

-"What do we love?" -Gee

"JOJO!! Oh, walls, right." -Sylvee

"And Jojo!" -Gee

-Jojo seeing the MCC wall and wanting to type it in the chat, but she's shaking too much

"It's okay, Sylvee will do it for you!" -Gee

-Jojo calling one of the walls a uterus

-Jojo winning the third round and Gee yelling "I want to do something to you that I can't say on stream!"

-Jojo got top 5 in every. single. HITW round. And to top it all off, she won the last two rounds entirely.

-Purpled and Jojo taking their leaderboard screenies together (they're besties your honor)

-Sylvee singing an custom song during the break about how Jojo is the best Minecraft player and the w in women stands for winning, and conveniently forgetting the entirety of it when Jojo asked her to repeat it

-The chat asking if they can skip TGTTOS and Jojo replying "you don't understand, we have Blushi."

-Everyone being so supportive and kind the whole way through, but especially when Blushi is feeling down about her performance so far

-Gee saying you don't get laps in reverse Ace Race, you get pals!

"One pal, two pals!" -Gee

-Jojo seeing Sylvee pass her in AR and screaming and calling her "the baddest bitch I know!"

-"Mirror map is my map! Mirror map is my map!!" -Sylvee

-"I was following Dream the entire time, I could smell his asshole. It smelled bad, but okay." -Sylvee (Why.)

-"EVERYBODY SUBSCRIBE TO ME RIGHT NOW. GIVE ME MONEY!" -Sylvee

-The Golden Gals getting 2nd place in AR scores!

"We are so hot." -Jojo

-Sylvee frantically messaging everyone in the aftermath of AR to ask did they see that?? Did they see how good she was???

-Jojo suggesting skipping BB and Sylvee immediately groaning in disagreement

-Sylvee murdering Sapnap in BB

-"Support players my ass!" -Sylvee

-Jojo getting an ace on Pink!

-Gee calling Orange a team of "little bow shooters."

-Sylvee saying "Hi Hbomb! Sorry Hbomb! He's going to be so mad at me," while playing in SOT

-"NO, Ryguy, please don't tomato us!" -Gee from the cage

-Everyone trying to puzzle together HOW they messed up so bad in SOT

"Do you think we'll make the top 10 most tragic plays?" -Jojo

-"Wilbur gave me some tomatoes, DIE EVERYONE!" -Blushi

-Dream getting locked out and joining The Ladies

-Jojo STILL being in first after the disastrous SOT because she's just THAT good

-"It's okay, we have time to make up coins." -Jojo during TGTTOS

"What's not okay is my Sands of Time loss." -Sylvee, who is still not over it and never will be over it

-"Jojo's like, no first? Cringe!" -Gee

-"We love her. She's so cute, look at her. Stop, I love her!" -Blushi, fangirling I've Tina

-Everyone calling Blue cringe for griefing during TGTTOS

"Blue, more like Boo!" -Gee

-"Guys I got first on the team! Every other time I came last! I'll take it!" -Blushi

-"It's a learning curve! Now you're gonna be absolutely cracked at every single SOT game after Hbomb roasts the shit out of you!" -Gee reassuring Sylvee

-Jojo and Blushi apologizing to Puffy but they have to root for the other Captain

-Gee playing this MCC on Puffy's set up, while Oli is playing on her set up

-Blushi realizing that Red's skins are in black and white and she is not, in fact, colorblind

-Jojo calling for pp's to rise up

-Jojo having a lil one on one with Kara in the audience

-Gee going over to keep Tina company because she's standing by herself

-Jojo predicting that Sparklez would win this MCC and telling it to his face when she went to LA...the gift of prophecy

-Jojo trying to convince Sylvee her SOT tragedy wasn't that big a deal and it's all okay, and Sylvee just NOT having it

"You never win an argument against Sylvee." -Gee

-Sylvee saying that if only Jojo wasn't so freaking good, she wouldn't be so upset about costing her coins

"I'm sorry, it's my fault!" -Jojo

-Dream entering the call to congratulate Sylvee on AR and Sylvee immediately putting her SOT performance on blast and going on an extensive rant about everything that went down during it

-"It's okay, we held hands all the way to the finish line!" -Jojo to Sylvee about AR

-"Sylvee's always got revenge on her mind." -Gee

#mcc #mcc 22 #sylvee #jojosolos #geenelly #blushi #the golden gals are simply iconic #very excited for the golden gals to return next mcc!#the real prize was friendship #birb's mcc recaps

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cdroloisms · 3 years ago

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I just had an idea plaguing me involving sensory deprivation, what if just Dream goes hard on jumping on lava too much, Warden just blockades that lava with obsidian, it goes on for months, and when they discovered that its far too long, Dream has long broken anything he can break despite the mining fatigue, there's no light, just a perfect square box of obsidian and one block of water, they find the one they trapped in soltitude either in the corner farthest from the water, or in the water, Dream being too deprived of anything other than the heat of the blocks or too used in the wetness of the pool that is often in near boiling temps.

(If its alright can I go for anon XP?)

RIGHT,, the cell is such a terrible place i cant imagine that staying somewhere like that would be good for ANYONE for extended periods of time ,, on top of the already abysmal human interaction that place. is such a hellhole. (and sure thing XP!)

i kinda took this in a completely different (and fluffier) direction, but yeah !! post-prison c!dream is gonna have a lot to work through LMAO

tw: sensory overload, mentioned injuries (aftermath of torture), panic attacks, sensory deprivation and self-destruction in ask

“Shit!”

Techno watches quietly as Dream stumbles into the couch (again) and bursts into a flurry of curses (again). Ever since leaving the prison, Dream’s been improving substantially, had grown strong enough to start moving outside of his room a week or so back, and his injuries seem to be manageable enough today for the other man to actually walk around instead of staying in bed the entire day. By all means, it should be a decent day; Dream groans, again, flopping onto the couch and immediately burying his hands in his hair, which seems to be as good of a sign as any that it isn’t one.

“Hey, nerd,” Techno walks over, not missing the way Dream flinches at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into the cushions of the couch he’s lying on. “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Dream mutters, sounding murderous, and Techno reevaluates again. If his rival is feeling good enough to snark, then he’s probably not doing too bad.

“That’s the oldest reply in the book to that question, you know,” he drawls, deadpan, as he goes to get some breakfast for himself and a glass of water, at least, for his disgruntled guest, “I’m almost disappointed.”

“Sorry if I’m a bit rusty. It’s hardly like there was any way to practice socializing in the prison,” Dream huffs, annoyance coloring his words. “I’d hardly consider Quackity a good conversation partner.”

“Fair enough.” He reaches for the pitcher, filling the glass halfway with water and grabbing a straw from counter to place in the cup. Dream groans again, ignoring him as he puts the glass down on the table at the end of the couch. He makes no move towards it, and Techno watches him for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not the concern is worth it. Babyrage, Chat states sagely, and Techno shakes his head. Probably not.

“You should probably drink some water,” Techno says before leaving to go train, because he’s a decent person and wants to help even if he has no idea how to handle the pile of person lying unresponsive on his couch at the minute, grumbling to himself and completely ignorant of everything outside of his own little bubble, “I’m going to go out and train for a bit.”

Unfortunately, when he comes back, the water is still full and Dream’s still lying on the couch, though he’s moved slightly from the morning. Where he’d been relatively splayed out earlier, legs straight and arms in front of him much like a stretching cat, he’s all hunched up into a ball now, arms crossed over the back of his head and knees tucked under his chest. Techno’s half convinced that the other is sleeping, but the sound of the door closing has him curling even more into himself with a full-body flinch that has him hesitating in the middle of hanging his cloak up. Chat yells at him, not making his life any easier

babyrage?

Dream crying?

is he okay?

E E E E

“Dream?” Dream jerks back, again at his words, arms pressing tighter over his head, and Techno frowns at the clear negative reaction. Yeah, Dream has times where he’d be panicking too hard to realize that the person calling for him is an ally and not an enemy, but this doesn’t look exactly like a panic attack, or anything he’s seen from the other man before. He looks more - frustrated, almost, but not exactly, something more desperate clinging to the ways he moves and the curl of his spine as he huddles into himself on the couch. Chat, as it usually does when he’s faced with any problem that can’t be immediately solved with a sword, goes to its only other option.

call phil

Phil !!

dadza

philza Pog

“Quiet, Chat,” he mutters to himself, frowning when Dream seizes, again, at the sound. “Fine. We’ll call Phil.”

---

Phil enters the house with a relatively bemused expression, one of his crows perched, self-satisfied, on the top of his hat, and Techno winces around Chat’s usual overenthusiastic greeting as Phil and his crows ease themselves into the hallway. His eyes flick to Dream, who has yet to move from his ball on the couch, and Phil’s gaze follows his own.

“He alright, mate?” Phil frowns, and Techno’s hand raises to the back of his neck sheepishly.

“He seems fine, physically, but he’s been on the couch all day,” he shrugs. “It’s pretty normal for the nerd, but he seems a little- more out of it, than normal, and Chat recommended calling you, and-” he falters, flailing his arms in a helpless attempt to explain. “Yeah.”

Phil, being Phil (and by that, he means being the best person on this entire hell of a server), takes his explanation with little questioning and moves towards the unmoving lump on the couch, leaving Techno to trail awkwardly behind, surrounded on all sides by a flurry of black feathers. Dream hardly moves on the couch, making some sort of strangled noise that could be a “Hi Phil” and could just be a low groan. Phil watches him with a quizzical look for a few seconds before looking up at Techno.

“Techno, can you close the blinds for a second? I want to try something.”

“Uh,” Techno shrugs, going to the windows. Anything for Phil, Chat chants, and well, he’s not exactly going to disagree. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, the windows are all closed, the smallest slivers of light shining through the closed curtains and into the otherwise dark room. On the couch, Dream visibly loosens, just a little, and Phil smiles.

“That’s what I thought.” Phil turns back to Dream, pitching his voice low. “That better, mate?”

Dream makes another incomprehensible sound, but this one sounds much more agreeable and less like the other man is on the verge of murdering someone, and Techno’s kind of floundering, but who’s to judge? Phil! Chat chants again, philza Pog and here, at least, their sentiments match his own. Phil is just magic, sometimes. It happens.

Phil laughs, low and soft, looking over at him from the corner of his eye.

“I think it was just too loud for him, mate,” he says, guiding them out of the room into the hallway, and Techno’s confusion must show on his face because Phil’s hands move in front of him, gesturing vaguely as he explains. “I doubt the cell had a lot of- sights, or sounds, and he was stuck in there for a while. Everything out here is so different- his brain must’ve just shorted out. Overloaded.”

Overload- sensory overload- oh. That makes…a lot more sense.

Chat immediately starts screaming, and Techno grumbles, feeling a headache of his own creeping up from the back of his skull. “Quiet, Chat, you guys weren’t all that helpful either,” Phil laughs again, used to his tirades against Chat, and fondness swells in his chest even as he focuses on the crowds spamming E and not pog in his head again. “And to be fair, sensory overload looks way different from the outside compared to when you’re the one going through it.”

Even through the usual annoyance at Chat, Techno feels for Dream - overload is annoyingly common phenomenon for him, between the mess that makes up Chat and his usual mess of a brain, and he sympathizes with the days where his skull feels too small for his brain and everything is edging on the side of too loud and too bright. He feels a little dumb for not realizing it earlier, and Chat’s repeated calls of L are hardly making him feel better, but oh well. As long as there isn’t anything seriously wrong with the nerd.

He’ll have to look into some ear muffs or something in the meantime.

#tw sensory overload #tw injuries #tw torture #tw panic attack #tw sensory deprivation #tw self destruction #-> my writing #-> my asks #XP :D #my writing :D #my asks !!#prison arc #pandora's vault

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coffeeastronaut · 2 years ago

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Insane to me that 13s finale was so bad like ik i literally quit watching during her run bc it sucked so bad but like. What. we got:

straight up incomprehensible plot with multiple irrelevant or unaddressed plot points beginning and then never getting finished or explained in any way (was was the master Rasputin? why did the plan have to happen in two different time periods? what were those two warring planets? why did we need the cybermen AND the daleks? why did the master use his big doe eyes to hypnotize those people?)

Comprehensible plot points that were botched (matryoshka cyberman, kidnapped energy source alien thing, ai holo doctor, yaz being/becoming the doctor in her own right, the doctor has so many friends forever and thats why shes a winner, master x doctor haties 4ever, yaz wondering if she’ll get left behind like other companions/being worried abt turning into them, dan leaving)

Comprehensible plot points that were stupid as shit (the master needing ace and tegan for the matryoshka.. he couldn’t have just kept it in his pocket? forced regeneration into the master so that he can wreck her reputation for some reason? siesmologists being kidnapped and also he graffitied some paintings (for some reason?) and these things are Clearly Related Duh. master wants to um, be the doctor for some reason? yeah im not touching that one frankly. the doctor suffering zero consequences from forced regeneration only to get laser beamed to death but then shes fine to like get ice cream and chit chat but she is dying. Dont think abt it too much.)

chibby coincidence catastrophe. this cunt loves to not write cause and effect lets just get lucky or slip or trip or fucking whatever. teagan slipping on that ladder so that she can get jumpscared but then it’s fine actually she can just slide away like dark souls, graham just like idk chilling and running into ace in the dalek lave pit, random traitor dalek (who is immediately killed and never relevant again???) just happens to contact the doctor just in time for the other daleks to use it as a trap????

and like on top of all this it had so many moments where you can practically feel chibnall begging the audience to get hype bc look xyz thing is here from previous thing on the show! like w/ the classic companions coming back (and i do love them! But WHERE was the relevancy beyond making yaz uncomfortable bc they both left in bad circumstances. Where was it.), or all of the doctors homies showing up to pilot the tardis with her (you WISH you were the stolen earth you WISH-), or the fugitive doctor (sorry i didnt watch that ep. but i know enough to know it was nothing more then a callback.), or seeing all the other doctors in 13s like dreamscape place or whatever the fuck (and what was the point of that? she just idk says hi guys! and then sits in there and waits? hello?), the companion support group (cute concept! joked abt in fandom for years! but so lame in execution im sorry!), UNIT being involved for some reason (this is the least egregious imo, since it slotted neatly into the plot. however since they didnt do anything other then say hey doc check out these paintings! ahhughh cybermen! it’s still stupid as shit.) ace and graham flirting for some reason???? LIKE WHAT WAS THE POINT HERE. Dan leaving (why didn’t he leave at the end of last episode when he was clearly thinking about it??) like ten minutes into the episode, and the doc is like okay bye! [leaves him homeless on the street] like what horrible pacing that was. And where the hell was ryan? Dan and graham come pick yaz up and ryan is no where to be seen. Maybe he could smell the bad vibes and stayed home. Christ

Yaz especially felt just soooooo botched and shitty. As i said before i quit watching after 13’s first season, but i did catch the last five min of the sea devils and even just there it was. Pretty fucking clear that they were confessing love to one another, but we ~cant be together ever~ (says the cunt whos had countless kinda-sorta-girlfriends and at least one wife!) because itll ~be sad~ (you wish you were tenrose you WISH-).

Her competence at flying the fucking tardis, delegating tasks, planning, and executing on all of it was flawless! that’s an insane level of skill for a companion to have, only ever shown in new who with River Song, and outliers like Doctor-Donna, Bad Wolf Rose, or whatever that was with immortal Clara. To have her do all that, especially with such success… it’s crazy. Usually we only see that level of competence from ex-companions, like Martha, Micky, dimension-hopping Rose, or Sarah Jane.

Both those things said. You’re telling me. The Doctor is regenerating. So. Yaz is just. Gonna go home? What? Not even that the the doctor intentionally abandoned her- although, arguably she did- just. She’s leaving i fucking guess. For no reason? After all that? I understand it’s partially a writing thing and mandip leaving the show or whatever, but like, that was seriously the best you can do? She just dips and goes to a support group?

And that feeds into a greater problem with the episode, the idea that all of this works bc the doctor has all these friends. And then she just like. Leaves. She just dips. Hits the fucking bricks ALONE. and again it’s partially the writer swap i’m sure. But what on Gods Green Fucking Earth. Not to mention it all hinges on her having friends but none of them seem to actually like her or be friends with her. it’s like houseplants instead of characters.

absolutely a shameful end to a shameful run of the show. I really hope that jodie/13 get the chance to come back under better writers in the future for audio dramas or whatever.

in conclusion, tldr, or whatever: jesus christ that shit

SUCKED

#mi #long post #good parts of the ep: im a sucker for high saturation sorry it looks baller. sacha as the master is a delight even if his writing is just #fucking ATROCIOUS he’s nice to look at thanks to costuming for putting him in cute outfits.#it’s hard to fully enjoy his acting when the material really is just. so shit. but i do like his choices and his mannerisms hes fun.ty sacha #umm… colors and sacha… um….. idk i guessthe master’s jokerfied tardis was good. ehhhh #dont get me started on the dt regen . glad to see the man but Hello? Hello? Hello?#erm. i should tag this as a long post. and also as dw so that my friends can filter this but i do NOT want this showing #up in the tags like at all. i dont want to be a prick to ppl who liked it and also i dont want to get killed by doctor who fans who thought #this was baller. sorry to jodie whittaker fans too. im sorry she sucked and i cant tell how much is her and how much is chibnall. augh.#tagged this as long post. sorry to my non-dw mutuals for my long haterism post.

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writesowhatnext · 4 years ago

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what’s a little healthy competition? // oliver wood

Summary: Oliver Wood loves two things in this world: Quidditch and Hufflepuff!reader

Request: Have you ever thought of making an Oliver Wood or Percy Weasley oneshot? Maybe the reader is a bubbly and an outgoing hufflepuff and just pure fluff?

A/N: thank you for requesting oliver oml I love him (I chose him over percy bc I like him more)

Reader: unspecified, Hufflepuff

Warnings: none, I think?

“Did you hear, George? Harry’s our new seeker,” Fred said at the Gryffindor table during lunch, smirking.

“Nice one, Harry. So, you’ve met Wood then,” George continued, mirroring his brother’s expression.

“Yeah. He’s very…” Harry trailed off, frowning.

“Intense?”

“Mad?”

“Obsessed?”

“Deranged?”

“Scottish?”

George snorted at Fred, clearly impressed with the last description. Harry nodded slowly, remembering the way Oliver had wrestled that moving ball to the ground as if it was alive.

“All you need to know about Wood, Harry,” Fred started, crossing his arms. “Is that he loves two things in this world.”

“Quidditch,” George raised one finger, shooting a look at Fred before raising another. “And Y/N.”

Harry’s frown deepened as Ron sat down next to him, clearly disgruntled about something or other.

“Y/N? Who’s Y/N?”

George pointed behind him at the Hufflepuff table where Oliver was sat with someone he didn’t recognise, obviously a Hufflepuff themselves.

“Word to the wise, Harry,” Fred said, his smile audible even as Harry looked the other way. “You thought hearing Wood go on about Quidditch was bad, wait ‘til you get him started on Y/N.”

Oliver Wood, you had discovered in your fourth year, was an extremely competitive person. The first time you met him was on the pitch before your very first game as Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain, a title you were honoured to be given.

“You two ready?” Madam Hooch asked, blinking at you with her yellow eyes. You nodded and turned to Oliver, decked out in his ruby red Gryffindor robes. He was tall, you noted, and more handsome than you’d anticipated.

“I hope you have a good game!” you said, smiling. He was struck by the lack of malice in your voice and the sweetness of your smile and for a moment, he forgot he was about to play Quidditch.

“You too,” he said quietly, frowning.

“Wood?” Madam Hooch said, growing impatient.

“Yes,” he said, before coughing and lowering his voice. “Ready.”

Your smile widened listening to his accent and almost immediately you took a likening to the guy.

Never in your life had you been as glad to be a chaser than in that match. Scoring goals was a speciality of yours, it had to be, really, and so you found yourself on your broom, opposite the Gryffindor Captain, with a quaffle in hand on more than one occasion. He was good, you’d have to give him that, and though he seemed to want to focus very hard on the game at hand, you noticed him watching you every so often. Whenever you scored, soaring into his blind-spots and catching him off guard, you’d shoot him a wink and relish in the delightfully bashful way he’d smile and look anywhere but you. It was a fun match and you didn’t even mind that their seeker caught the snitch.

You congratulated your team on their efforts, trying to turn their disappointed frowns upside down.

“Don’t worry, guys. You played incredibly and it was the most fun-“

Someone clearing their throat behind you drew your attention. Standing there, flushed and cheerful from his victory, was Wood, the Gryffindor captain.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, leaning forward and swallowing nervously, maybe because of you, maybe because of your audience. “I just didn’t catch your name… before, when we started the match.”

You smiled and he swore the clouds parted.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” he stood up straight, smirking a little with a new-found confidence. “You were excellent out there.”

“Clearly not as excellent as you,” you replied. He was pleasantly surprised at the lack of bite to your teasing.

“Well,” he smiled, looking to the ground and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “You did knock in a few blinders.”

“Cheers, Wood-”

“Oliver,” he said softly, mirroring your sweet smile.

“Oliver.” You repeated, enjoying the shape of his name on your tongue. “Your team played a brilliant game.”

You sent him one last grin before turning around, getting back to your players. He nodded at your back, exhaling rather shakily and returning to his celebrating team, trying to contain his smile.

He didn’t see you again until a few weeks later when he was taking his team out to practice on the field. You, with your bright yellow robes and radiant grin, were coming the opposite way, your own team in tow. Despite your eccentric coloured uniforms, you almost bumped into each other at the corner of the courtyard.

“Oh! Sorry,” you said, stepping back and meeting the eyes of none other than Oliver Wood.

“Not a bother,” he couldn’t help his immediate grin upon seeing you again before a frown creased his features. “Are you heading out to practice?”

“I noticed no one was out there so, I figured I would haul my team together.”

“We were thinking the same, actually.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment, both your teams uncharacteristically quiet at the standoff. You caught the eye of one of the Weasley twins, not unaware of his shit-eating grin.

“Well-“ you began, frowning.

“You can practice, we’ll book it another time,” Oliver said, earning a round of groans from his teammates.

“You sure?”

He enjoyed the way your eyes lit up at his offer and was eager to recreate it as many times as he was able.

“Of course,” he said, a smirk lifting his cheek. “You need the practice, anyway, don’t you?”

Your mouth dropped open at his teasing, tonguing your cheek and asjusting your grip on your broom.

“I’m going to let that go,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. “Because you are being so very kind.”

You stretched to your tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his skin flushed under your touch.

“See you around, Oliver,” you smiled, walking past him to the pitch, your team following, whispering between themselves. As you left, quite pleased with yourself, you heard the Gryffindor team erupt into teasing jeers, only serving to widen your grin.

It was a week later that you strolled up to the Gryffindor table, trying to suppress your grin at the sight of Oliver in his coned hat.

“You alright there, Y/N?” one of the twins asked when they saw you, drawing attention to your approach.

“Cracking game yesterday,” the other added with a grin.

“Cheers, boys.”

“How’re you doing today, Y/N?” Oliver asked, turning around on the bench to face you, an easy smile on his lips.

“Brilliant, actually. I’d be even better if you asked me to Hogsmeade.”

Your response stunned him into silence for a second before a smile tugged at his lips.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“What a fantastic idea; I thought you’d never ask.”

With that, you kissed your teeth and nodded, trying to hide your smile.

“I’ll swing by your common room at eleven?”

“Sounds perfect.”

That Hogsmeade trip was the best one you’d ever had, filled to the brim with laughing and talking and smiling. He even held your hand, his little finger fishing for yours until it curled around it, far too sweet to be casual. He showed you all the secret places you didn’t know about and in turn, you got him a discount at Honeyduke’s, thanks to the owner being a family friend. In all, it was almost the perfect date. He walked you back to Hogwarts, hand in hand, chatting the whole time. You could listen to him for hours, his accent like music to your ears.

“Oliver?” you asked, interrupting his rant about some Charms essay as you reached the castle. You turned towards him, grabbing both of his hands.

“Yes?”

“You know what would make this date even better?”

A smirk played on his lips.

“I could hazard a guess.”

With not a single moment’s hesitation, he leant forward and kissed you. Chaste, light and sweet, you couldn’t help but grin. You nudged him with your shoulder when he mirrored your expression and you started pulling each other along through the castle corridors, hand in hand. The start, you decided, of a very lovely relationship.

You and Oliver had been together about a year when Harry Potter ran into you in the corridor, scattering papers and ink pots and feathers everywhere.

“Oh!” you huffed, reaching to grab him before he fell backwards. You were much taller and much older than him and you’d almost sent him flying backwards. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said, reaching down to collect loose pages of what looked like a Transfiguration essay. “It was my fault.”

He frowned when he looked up at you, staring far too long at your face. You realised, at that moment, that you had nearly body-slammed Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

“You know Wood, don’t you?”

You snorted, a smile playing on your lips.

“I should hope so,” you said, scraping together pieces of blank parchment and offering them to him. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh, I know.”

You raised your eyebrow in a silent question.

“He never shuts up about you.”

You exhaled sharply out of your nose, unable to hide your smile. Oliver could be such an idiot sometimes.

“I can tell him to stop-“

“No!” Harry insisted, his eyes growing wide. You raised your eyebrows at his shout, mouth parting into an incredulous smile. “If he’s not talking about you, he’s talking about Quidditch.”

You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips and nodding.

“That I can understand.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, looking around awkwardly. You chuckled, remembering how scared you would’ve been had a fifth year talked to you as a first year.

“You’re a great seeker, Harry,” you called, walking away to save him the awkwardness. “Keep it up.”

It wasn’t until your quidditch match against Slytherin that same day that you saw your boyfriend, all frantic eyes and incomprehensible muttering.

“I heard you’ve been talking about me,” you said, crossing your arms across your yellow robes and smiling. His muttering about your team and the game-plan ceased immediately and his brows dropped into a hard frown.

“Who said that?”

“So, you do talk about me!”

“Well…”

You shot him a dry look.

“Of course, I do,” he said, pulling you closer to him by the hand until you were chest to chest. “I’m completely in love with you.”

Your face heated up at his words and you were sure he could feel it as his hand cupped your cheek and he pressed his lips against yours.

“That’s a lot of sweet talk,” you whispered, your nose knocking against his as you pulled away. He tilted his head to the side, shrugging as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s sort of what I’m known for.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, of course. What else?”

“Your competitive streak?” you offered, pulling away so you could finish putting on your quidditch uniform. “The accent? Slight quidditch obsession?”

You could’ve carried on but he rolled his eyes, messing with your robes as you turned back to him. He adjusted your collar, letting his hands rest on your shoulders.

“Now,” he said, shooting you a smile. “Who’s the best quidditch player in the world?”

“Me?” you asked, knowing full well it would not be you.

“No,” he smiled. “That’s me. You, however, are a close second. And so, you’re definitely going to win today.”

“You think?”

“Oh, of course. You’re the best chaser I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful too.”

You tilted your head, expression dry. He shot you a charming grin.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Indeed, I am. Your idiot, though.”

You folded your lips together, looking at him with undeniable adoration.

“You’ll see me in the stands,” he said, nodding and stepping back, letting you get psyched into the game.

“I’m sure I’ll hear you.”

“Oh, you will. I’ll be the one shouting ‘Go Hufflepuff!’” he jested, shooting you a wink and disappearing from the changing room. You smiled as he left, unsure how you got so lucky.

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honeyblockm · 3 years ago

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DnD au where Techno's a [half orc] cleric and Phil's a [fallen aasimar] warlock. I'm thinking about it. I probably also butcher some mechanics but shhhh sorry nerds.

In the waning energy of the fight, Philza goes down, one crossbow bolt lodged between his ribs. The enemy has another attack, and Techno can only watch in blind terror as it sinks into his friend's unmoving form.

He's too far away to make it in one turn, even sprinting the whole way, even taking opportunity attacks as he cuts a clear line across the battlefield. The enemy raises their sword again, stabs downward just out of Techno's range. There's a sickening crack as it cleaves straight through the chest and just like that, Phil's dead.

Techno covers the last few feet with a howl of rage and in an instant his spirit hounds are on the killer, tearing away at what lifeforce they have left while Techno drops to his knees beside Phil.

He looks messed up, bits of blood and bone gleaming under the sun, skeletal wings bent at odd angles. His eyes are open, translucent as the necrotic shroud starts the wear off. Techno doesn't let himself linger much longer on the appearance of Phil's corpse.

The diamonds are where he's always stored them, in a pouch that never leaves his person. That doesn't the flicker of fear that rises as he scrambles for it, though, because what if it fell off and what if they're not there because the time window for this kind of thing is so, so small and the clock's already ticking. A murmur and a twist of his fingers has the glittering jewels breaking down into dust, smeared across both his palms until they almost seem to glow and this is just the first part of the spell, the easiest part.

Techno raises both hands, calling the incantation to mind, and realizes how badly his arms are shaking. His tongue slips on a word and the glow that has been slowly building on his palms- refracting diamond dust in streaks of rainbow -flickers, and god if that doesn't elevate his panic he doesn't know what will. Techno takes a shaky breath and tries his hardest to keep going.

This type of stuff was never his strong suit- summoning divine weapons and impenetrable shields and guardians made of snapping teeth and a taste for blood was second nature, but this healing stuff? At best he can toss out a healing word, keep himself and his allies on their feet just a moment longer.

But there's a reason he asked to learn revivify, a reason he poured all those hours into puzzling over the spell with the voices, a reason he keeps diamonds in excess and never considers spending a single one. And this moment is what all of it's been for but he stutters again and he can't keep his hands still enough to form the next somatic component and he can't screw this up because then that means Phil stays dead and that is an unacceptable possibility. (Or he comes back wrong. Chat was vague when Techno asked what wrong meant so he assumes the worst.)

His head is spinning, chat is shouting an incomprehensible mess of numbers that he assumes to be the time he has left, and Techno feels two hands grab his, a presence at his back a moment later.

Cold floods his bones. Not the biting winds of the tundra but something deeper and softer. Her grip on his wrists are gentle, fingers pressed on his pulse point and the back of his hand a grounding force.

The midday sun seems to go out, just for a moment.

Techno doesn't see anything but he still recognizes who it is all the same- Phil's patron, a deathless not-god who dotes on her champion and sends him on downright suicidal quests in the same breath. This time, though, she's whispering the incantation with Techno, folding his fingers in to the right shapes, pushing his open palms toward the hole in Phil's chest.

There is flash of light, bright rainbow exploding in all directions, and Phil's patron is gone before it can fully fade. Phil, on the other hand, blinks the last of the inky darkness from his eyes and breathes and everything is alright again.

#technoblade #philza #my writing #techno's chat is a divine proxy between him and the blood god #phil became a fallen aasimar after making a pact with his patron for immortality and sick warlock powers #because they should both get to be a little evil sometimes #is he romancing his patron? unclear to everyone except him and his patron. and he wont clarify.#sometimes techno's spiritual weapon is a sword or smth and sometimes techno's spiritual weapon is a hammer with 'subscribe to technoblade'#printed on it #also the mechanics of phil going down is- goes down auto fails a saving throw because he's hit and then fails a second throw on his turn #fails the third when he's hit again #okay going to take a chem test now im not revising this #maybe later #yens #dsmp #dnd au

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yuzuriha-sayori · 4 years ago

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Do I Make You Horny Baby?

A Hawks x Reader NSFW

This (little) piece started off in our Hawks’ NSFW group chat where Hawks quotes Austin Powers 🥴

Word Count: 4390

Thank you to these sweet Birdies for pushing me into finishing this because...it’s been months since I started it. I literally wouldn’t have finished without you guys haha. @bluecookies02 @vixenpen @heyitswhiplash @musicisme196 @hawkschickenwings @the-magician-in-alice @himbokutokou @ryuukotakami @kusuouchiha if I’ve forgotten someone or someone wants to be removed from tags, please let me know~!

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Today was supposed to be like any normal day; just a short shopping trip to your local market to gather a few missing ingredients for dinner, and pick up a coffee on the way back. You hadn't expected it to come down after walking a few blocks back home. The once bright and crisp air outside quickly turned windy and wet.

"Damn this rain." You muttered to yourself, clutching your paper bag of groceries and coffee to your chest as you jogged briskly back to your apartment. If you had enough common sense to check the weather forecast, you would have brought an umbrella. But with how hectic life had been lately, small things like these often slipped your mind, only becoming an issue when life decided to take a turn against you.

Just as you made it to the last corner you had to take, the bottom of your now soggy bag gave way, spilling the contents of what was supposed to be for dinner. Your heart sunk immediately as you stood there with not enough time to react, looking equivalent to a dog caught in the rain. Though before your groceries could hit the sidewalk, a swarm of red overtakes your vision.

"You should be more careful with your things kid." A rather honey deep voice caught your attention. Looking up, you locked eyes with the most handsome young man you'd probably ever seen in your young adult life. Crimson feathers that seemed to float in the air held the few contents of what was supposed to be for dinner.

It felt like time had stopped as you stared into his sharp golden eyes, your lips parting in a forgotten "Oh". Out of all the people to see you as disheveled as you were today, the No. 2 Pro Hero, was the last one you expected. The young man's usually wind whipped hair was plastered all around his face, his large crimson wings doing very little to stop the heavy rain beating down on the two of you.

"S-S-Sorry!" You managed to get out, breaking eye contact. Almost instantly you were able to gain your thoughts back as your brain scrambled to figure out what you were going to do with your items. Your flimsy paper bag was out of commission.

The hero gave a small laugh, seeming to not mind the pouring rain, "It's alright. Just make sure you pay more attention to the weather before coming out. It's that time of year after all." You could only nod at the ground sheepishly, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

"Were you headed home? I can help you carry these." The sudden proposal made your head shoot up almost immediately. Despite your hammering heart, you met his gaze and could see genuine sincerity.

"It's not too much trouble? I couldn't possibly trouble someone that's usually so busy." You say, waving your free hand frantically. The other hand still clutched the coffee you were trying to save. You were very aware of how Hero work wasn't easy, nor did it ever stop.

As if madam bad luck was trying to put in some overtime today, a large truck came speeding past, splashing murky ground water at you. Hawks, with his inhuman reactive agility, didn't hesitate to shield you from the splash while simultaneously pulling you into him. Your coffee slipped out of your hand and fell to the ground.

"You have quite the bad luck, little bird." The rush of adrenaline that surged through your body was almost incomprehensible and it took a minute to register what had just happened. Too many seconds had gone by and he was still holding you close to his chest. As he spoke, you could hear how his chest vibrated low with each word.

Quickly pulling yourself away, you nodded and laughed awkwardly while keeping your gaze to the ground, "It seems so." Your cheeks burned but you brushed it off as the result of how warm his body felt against your face. Sighing with defeat, you grabbed your now wasted coffee cup and tossed it into the trash can that was nearby.

"Well, I don't think we could get any more soaked out here. Where to?" The blond said enthusiastically. You glanced up at him to see that despite the confident smile he had plastered on his face, he had to be absolutely miserable. He was drenched head to toe in muddy water and his large jacket sagged and clung to his frame. You imagined it was horribly heavy after absorbing so much water. His wings, a usual bright red, were now dark and slightly leaden in appearance.

"Right!" You grabbed his hand and hurriedly tugged him around the corner, walking in the direction of your apartment. "I'm so sorry! We'll get you dried off at my place. It's just a bit farther down this street."

"No need, I can dry off once I'm back to my agency." He quickly dismissed, his tone lighthearted. "By the way, I never asked for your name."

"A-Ah, [l/n], [l/n] [f/n]..." You couldn't help the burn in your cheeks at his inquiry as you two walked up the stairs to your apartment door, stopping right outside it while you dug for your keys in your pockets.

He repeated your name slowly and then chuckled, "It has a lovely ring to it."

"Thank you!" You exclaimed rather loudly in surprise. "B-But uhm also, well, your agency is across town. You'll get sick staying in those clothes. I insist, please come in and dry off."

Hawks, being the man that he was, couldn't hold in his little quip, "Trying to get me out of my clothes already?" Your keys, that you had just managed to pull out, fumbled right out of your hands and hit the ground. Whipping around in shock, you were met with a playfully disappointed look as he continued, "We just met, you haven't even taken me out to dinner first."

"I-I-I didn't mean anything inappropriate I swear, I h-have honest intentions!" Your face flushed with embarrassment as you completely missed his teasing.

"Pfft." The hearty laugh that left the crimson winged hero echoed as he picked your keys up and handed them to you. "I'm only joking kid, gotta stay positive on bad days." He flashed you a big smile. You didn't understand how despite looking like a complete mess, he could still smile in such a way. It made your heart skip as you turned away, finding the right key and unlocking your door.

"You nearly made my heart explode, please don't tease me like that." Walking into the mud room, you slipped off your shoes and jacket, both soaked down to the fibers and slipped into your house slippers. Sighing in defeat, you turn to the young blond that followed you in. His feathers still held on to the few items you had purchased earlier. "Here, give me your jacket. I'll put it in the wash."

"You don't have to do that." The hero said, waving his large gloved hands up simultaneously. Your lips turned into a pout. Quickly grabbing each item from his feathers, you darted off to your kitchen. You left him standing confused at the entrance as he watched you dart from one room to another. It was but a few moments later that you returned with a towel and house slippers. "Oh, thank you."

"Now give me your jacket." Your hand was extended to him while doing the grab motion and your face said you weren't taking no for an answer.

Hawks could only sigh and shake his head in defeat, a small smirk on his lips. "Fine fine, you win little bird." Shrugging out of his jacket, he looked you over. You were still dripping water all over the dark wooden floor. You quickly caught his concerned expression and waved him off.

"This can be mopped up. We don't want you catching a cold. Worry about yourself okay?" You gave him a big smile and traded the towel and slippers for his jacket. It was indeed very heavy. "I'll toss this is the wash for you, if that's okay? It won't take long. In the meantime, you can use my shower. If you don't warm yourself up, you'll surely get sick."

His mouth opened to protest against the shower but decided on focusing more on you, "Worry about myself? Big words for someone who isn't worried about their own self."

You blink, confused at his words. "What do you mean? I'll shower after you of course. You're covered in dirty water." Turning to take his jacket to where the washer was, you froze when you felt his breath against your neck.

"You should be more worried about inviting someone you just met into your home." His husky words spread like warm chocolate across the skin of your neck and you jump a few inches forward before almost snapping your head around with how fast it spun around.

Hawks was bent over to your height as he slipped off one boot with one hand, the other holding onto the frame of the wall. You realized he'd sounded so close with how low he was bent over. A closer inspection and you noticed just how well toned he was, his compression shirt clung tightly to his lean muscles.

Your mind raced with a plethora of absolutely perverse thoughts. You were still a young adult after all. Oh how those muscles would feel under your fingers. The image of them tightening, his breath getting caught in his throat, as you trailed feather light touches down to his--

"Yo."

His voice suddenly broke you from your hungry stare, jumping out of your skin in reaction. Hawks' fierce golden eyes stared into yours, a thick eyebrow cocked up in a questioning manner. His lips were pressed in a straight line but you swore the corners twitched upwards. Heat began creeping up your neck at an alarming rate and you whipped back around.

"Bathroom is on the right. Leave the wet ones in the basket!" You said in a hurry, scurrying off to the laundry room. Any second longer and he'd have seen just how red your face turned, the heat reaching all the way up to your ears. You dropped the jacket into the washer and leaned over it, holding onto both sides as you took deep breaths for what felt like forever. The sound of the shower turning on brought you back to reality.

After calming yourself, you made your way to the bedroom, rifling through all your clothes to find something he might fit. 'He probably gets that a lot. He is an attractive man.' You told yourself. Finally you found a pair of decent sweats you rarely ever wore that he could possibly fit into, and a large plain black tee. "These should do~."

Nervously making your way to the bathroom, you saw he had indeed left his wet clothes in one of the baskets by the door. Swapping the wet ones for the clean pair of clothes, you also pulled down another fresh towel from the linens closet nearby and placed it in another basket for him.

'Calm down, it's no big deal.' Oh but it was though. The No. 2 hero was currently using your shower, and more than likely your body wash, to clean himself. 'Holy fuck. My heart, please...' There was nothing more embarrassing than getting caught staring at someone with dirty intentions.

It took much willpower to not want to take a peek at what kind of underwear the pro hero wore. You mentally screamed at yourself as you dumped the contents into the washer and started it, setting the basket down next to it. 'Dear lord please forgive me.' You sighed, dragging your hand down your face, 'I am an unholy human being.'

"Ah shit!" A sudden realization hit that dinner wasn't prepped. You quickly darted to your kitchen. The items you grabbed, previously forgotten on your counter, were for your crockpot. Something easy to forget since you were always so busy. As you began preparing everything for dinner and tossing them in the pot, you started to hear something coming from the bathroom.

It took a second to register, occasionally mistaking what you heard, but eventually you tuned in and were pretty sure you weren't mistaken. The pro hero was singing in the shower. It was soft whistles that almost sounded like chirping. "Pfft," you couldn't help let the small laugh escape, thinking it was absolutely adorable.

Food prepped and crock pot set on high for 3 hours, you got to work mopping up your floors. It didn't take long considering there wasn't much floor space to worry about. Hawks continued to sing throughout your quick work and only stopped shortly before the shower cut off. You were already finished and had water on the stove when you could hear him approaching.

"Something smells good." You could hear his quickly becoming addictive voice roll over you as he walked into the shared kitchen/living room arrangement, hips resting against the small wooden table you had. You turned, tea cup in hand when you caught the sight before your eyes.

His beautiful golden hair was still damp, tufts of it fell over his forehead and partially his eyes as he rubbed the back of his head with the towel around his neck. He looked otherworldly with how beautiful he was. Your eyes darted their way down his frame to see how your clothes fit on him. The black tee fit him fine but your eyes stopped abruptly at the sweats. You almost dropped your jaw. They were just a tad bit too small. Hugging his hips fine but didn't leave too much room for...for what he carried between his legs.

"Ah, you're still wet. You didn't at least dry off?" You couldn't even hear him speaking to you as your head was filled with the dial up sound. You even missed his smirk and light exhale as he stepped towards you and wrapped the towel he had used to dry his hair around your shoulders.

His actions were quick to snap you out of the stupor you were in and the tea cup slipped from your fingers. "You really have a knack for dropping stuff don't you?" In almost an instant, a red feather grabbed the almost shattered cup and dropped it into your hand.

"T-T-Tea?" Was all you were able to get out as you looked at the man sheepishly. He returned your bewildered expression with a smirk, pointing to the shower.

"I think you should go warm yourself up before you get sick, kid. I should be taking my leave soon." Just as he finished speaking, a ding came from the laundry room.

"Oh that's your clothes! They should be done washing. I'll move them over. Tea while you wait?" You returned his smile sheepishly.

Hawks could only sigh with a smile and fold his arms across his chest, "Alright, but you should shower first. I’ll wait here." Scooting the wooden chair out from under the table, he plopped himself down and got comfortable. “I hope this tea is good, and if I have time, maybe I can get to try whatever you’re cooking? It smells like chicken.”

You nodded to him and spoke rather quickly, “Yes it is chicken! I will be right back!,” and dashed off to switch the hero’s clothes over. He eyed you as you again darted across your apartment just a minute later to where he had come from, assuming that that was the direction of where your room was as well. Not that he was paying attention or committing it to memory or anything.

You had planned to take a quick shower but your embarrassment kept you in there longer than you expected. There was something embarrassing about the fact you were naked under the same room with Hawks. As always, your brain started rapid firing off inappropriate thoughts, imagining the pro hero walking in on you. Maybe liking what he was seeing and offering to wash you himself. Washing you with himself, rubbing his thick veiny-- ‘Seriously? A hentai trope? I have got to get it together.” You told yourself while finishing up hurriedly and ignoring the arousal you were feeling in between your legs. If you stayed in there any longer under the heat, you were sure to faint. The last thing you needed was Hawks rescuing you from falling only to find you stark naked. Goddammit it here we go again.

Doing your best not to take up too much of his time, you were soon to join him, wearing sweats much like his, but these fit your frame. You made a mental note to apologise for assuming the ones you found would have fit him. ‘I don’t think he noticed now did he?’

“I’m sorry if I took so long,” You told him, turning the eye on for the pot of water you had previously placed there. You reached up to grab another tea cup to join the one you had earlier and glanced over at the cooker. The food was to be done soon. You were quite surprised how almost 3 hours had already gone by.

“You’re fine, kid. Say, what are you cooking? Besides it being, you know, chicken. Is that garlic?”

You turned to nod at him with a small smile. “Honey garlic chicken. I’m preparing it with rice if that’s fine with you?”

“Ha, you’re cleaning my clothes, you offered your shower to me, and you’re letting me join you for dinner. I’ll take whatever you give me sweetheart.” There was something about the way he said the last sentence that made it stick in the air thicker than the honey in your chicken. His eyes never broke from yours.

You were the one to break the gaze, nervousness taking over. “Almost forgot the rice haha oops!” You stuttered, clambering around getting your rice washed and into the rice cooker. The loud whistle of your water boiling in the pot nearly made you faint and you rushed to grab it off the stove, though Hawks beat you to it. He opted to get up and do it himself rather than using his feathers; his feathers and heat didn’t quite get along.

“O-Oh thank you!” You stammer, taking note of how close he was to you. His gaze on you was like the warm air of summer, hot and clingy. The lack of control over your own eyes caused you to catch sight of his quite prominent dick print in the sweats he wore. Your breath caught and you whipped back around to finish pouring your cups of tea. You could feel heat pooling between your legs and you couldn’t help but press them together. The image of just how thick he was continued to burn in your head.

Just as you sat the steaming pot of water back onto the stove, he moved in even closer. Every hair on your body stood up with the goosebumps forming. The air, swirling with so much sexual tension, could cut through anything faster than his feathers. Hawks was by no means a fool, and could tell how easily such small actions from him made your body quiver.

“Do I excite you?” You jumped and tried to turn around. You hadn’t known how close he was to you which caused your ass to graze against his semi hard cock. A whisper of a moan escaped his lips, “Easy there baby bird, didn’t I say dinner came first?”

With half your body turned to him, the feeling of time stopping between the two of you for the second time today arose. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you locked eyes with the man that seemed to be sculpted right from God’s hands.

“See, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” You could only nod, the function of your lungs seeming to fail at that moment. “Now I’ll ask again,” He leaned down, lips just barely ghosting over your own before he spoke again, so dangerously low that it shot electricity right between your legs, “Do I make you horny, baby?”

Before the struggling ‘Yes’ was able to escape your lips, the sound of not only the cooker, but the dryer went off. You wanted to groan in frustration but Hawks caught on quite too fast and put his arms on either side of you, flat on the counter top. His heated gaze meant he wasn’t leaving without an answer.

“Y-Yes.” You whispered to him. The unholy growl that left him made you shake with arousal before his lips crashed against yours. One of his hands slipped down to roughly grab your waist and press you into him as he rocked his hips forwards. “F-Fuck.” You managed to choke out.

Slipping his hand into your pants, his skilled hands and long fingers made work of you like you were a violin. The whines and moans escaping you only spurred him on as he grinded himself against you and made you melt into him. “You are quite easy to read, you know that?”

You shook your head frantically, rocking into his hand as he wound that rubber band in your gut so tight. You wanted to tell him dinner was ready, that you two should eat but you dared not to have him stop what he was doing. His now completely erect cock sprung free as he slipped his pants down. “Do you want this?” He groaned against your neck, “Do you want me to put it inside? Stretch that tight little hole of yours?”

“Yes! Please oh yes! I want it!” You cried out, wanting nothing more than him to fill you up with that deliciously thick cock you’d been eyeing all evening. He was more than willing to oblige as he pressed down on your back with his free hand so your chest rested on the counter. You reached down to slide and shake your pants down and stepped out of them. A knee came between your legs to nudge them apart and you soon felt something prod against your entrance. It felt hot and slick as he rubbed the tip of his member against you. “Take a deep breath,” was all he said before he spread your hole wide open with his cock, sliding all in with one deep thrust.

The air was forcefully knocked out of you as you felt your belly swell. He filled you up so full you almost felt like you’d break. It hurt, it most definitely hurt, but it didn’t stop the whorish wails that escaped you as he began pounding into you with a hunger. “Jesus fuck you’re so tight, [y/n]. God you’re gonna make it hard to pull out. You’re just-- FUCK you’re just sucking me right in.”

His words made you clench around him more. He growled so deep and snapped his hips into you faster, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” One hand was between your legs, working you up to him and the other gripped your hip in a death clutch. His skillful hands and the way he stretched you out and pounded you so deep had you rushing towards your release.

“Oh God please! Please! Please!” You scream in pleasure, seeing nothing but stars. He fucked you relentlessly and you were sure he was going to break you.

“Please what?”

“Please cum inside me. I’m! O-Oh! I’m begging you please!” Drool ran down your chin as your legs gave out, no longer able to support themselves and the pounding you were taking. Just as he felt your legs start to give out, both his hands clutched your hips to hold you up. It was easy for him to control where he was able to thrust into you as he aggressively slammed into your sweet spot.

“Ooooohhh fuck. Fuck yes!” He hissed, his strokes becoming arrythmic. “That’s it sweetheart, give yourself to me. Give your everything to me!” He groaned, biting into your shoulder. Almost too soon were you falling apart, screaming out as you met your release all over him and the floor. You cried out in more of a sob as you shook against him, body tensing up and shaking in waves. A few more snaps of his hips and he was joining you, burying himself deep inside as spurt after spurt of warm viscous sperm filled you. He held you close as he shook, one arm under your stomach to support your weight and the other lay flat against the countertop as he hunched over you.

“Fuck baby bird you’re really milking everything out of me,” he rasped as the muscles of your walls squeezed him over and over. Once you were finally done spasming, he slowly slid out of you. Hot sticky seed followed seconds after to join your fluids, spilling out onto the floor with a dirty sounding splatter.

Just moments after hearing the sound did you finally speak. “I just mooooopped.” You manage to whine out, still being supported by Hawk’s arm. He chuckled and tried to let you go but your legs quickly buckled out from under you. Catching you, he swiftly picked you up into his arms and held you.

“I’ll take care of that. First off, I think we need another bath.” He smiled down and your embarrassed expression, fully grasping the fact you two just fucked like wild animals in the kitchen.

“B-But the food.” You stammer out.

He laughed that hearty deep honeyed laugh that made warmth spread over you, “I did say dinner first, but...I’ll let it slide this time. May I kiss you? I don’t know, you just look so kissable right now.”

A smirk spread across your lips, “Now you’re being polite hm?” Despite your teasing you nod and meet his lips as he walks with you in his arms to the shower.

“Let’s see if we can fulfil a hentai trope next huh?” The winged hero exclaims excitedly, making you stare at him shell shocked. You could only laugh weakly, knowing you were probably in for a long evening. Thank goodness for crock pots, or your dinner would have surely been burnt.

#takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #bnha manga #my hero academia #bnha smut #hawks #hawks x reader

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dilly-oh · 4 years ago

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Three Strikes

“Listen up, team,” Captain Yamato says, his face deathly serious, “we are going to murder these guys. They are going to be sent home in body-bags. They’re the enemy, and we’re gonna slaughter them.”

Kakashi glances over at the other team. They look like a bunch of sweaty highschool kids, same as them, though their baseball uniforms look like they’ve seen better days. Or months. Two messy brown-haired boys are passing around a joint, a douchey-looking kid with silver hair is blatantly screwing around on his phone, and another is straight up sleeping on the bench. Their Captain is facing them, hands on his hips as he tries to rouse his teammates, ponytail bouncing at the effort. It seems a lost cause, just like their chances of winning.

“Even their parents aren’t going to be able to identify their remains.”

Yamato’s doing that thing again where he gets too serious and starts creeping everyone out. Kakashi looks over at Coach Minato to see if he’s going to put a stop to this, but he’s too busy giggling and sexting his wife to notice. As usual.

“Kakashi, we’re counting on your pitches to really massacre them, got it?” Yamato fixes him with that soul-killing stare, all blank and dead-eyed.

“Mmm,” Kakashi hums noncommittally, his lower face hidden behind his catcher’s mitt. He finds the smell comforting. Also, Asuma is sitting next to him, and reeks of a nauseating combination of B.O., cigarette smoke and Kurenai’s perfume. As if they’re fooling anyone by claiming to be ‘just friends’.

“Can we hurry this up?” Genma cuts in, snapping his gum. “I have a hot date in, like, two hours.”

“I’m sitting right here,” Raido states. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Where the hell is Gai?” Asuma asks, glancing around.

“He ate too many protein bars again. He’s in the can.”

Kakashi can’t wait for this to be over so he can go home and chill with the dogs. All eight of them. He makes a mental reminder to pick up some more Milkbones on the way home.

The thing is, Kakashi is damn good at baseball, even though he loathes it. He’d drop it in a heartbeat and spend all his free time playing CoD, except his father insists he play a sport to ‘round out his resume’. As if his straight A’s since Kindergarten and 160 IQ wasn’t enough. Kakashi’s pitches are precise, powerful, and virtually unstoppable. The ball almost seems to move as if he controls it himself. He strikes everyone out with 99.9% accuracy, able to analyze an opponent in a single glance and determine their weaknesses. It’s the reason their team has made it so far, despite his teammate’s determined efforts to goof off.

The two coaches finally get their shit together and shake hands (the other coach is an elderly man who winks at Asuma for some reason, who groans). The game begins, and Kakashi takes his place on the pitcher’s mound, rolling the ball soothingly around in his hand. The other team’s Captain is up first. After adjusting his ponytail under his helmet, he walks to the plate, taps the ground with his bat, and looks up at Kakashi just as he winds up to throw.

He’s a nerdy looking kid with gangly arms, a scar over the bridge of his nose, and a determined scowl on his face.

He’s the most gorgeous thing Kakashi’s ever seen.

The ball slips off his fingers, goes spinning off in a corkscrew, and clocks a drink right out of a bystander’s hand. Soda sprays everywhere, thoroughly coating a good portion of the meager crowd.

“Foul!” the umpire cries. The boy blinks in surprise, then squares up again, bat waving tauntingly. Kakashi gets another ball and winds up.

This time his ball hits a car in the parking lot, the burglar alarm wailing away. The car’s owner wails even louder.

“Foul!”

Kakashi throws another foul. And another.

“Ball!”

The boy walks. He glances at Kakashi as he trots by him, confused. Kakashi keeps his eyes on the ground, cursing inwardly.

This will not happen again.

It happens again.

And again.

It’s not so bad when the boy’s on second base, because then he’s directly behind Kakashi and out of his line of sight. But when he’s on first or third, he can see him out of the corner of his eye, and his gaze is naturally drawn to him, concentration wavering. It’s even worse when he’s on the bench, because then Kakashi can see him in his natural state, smiling and chatting amicably with his teammates.

But nothing compares to when he’s up to the plate, standing ready for the pitch. The intensity of those deep brown eyes is staggering, making his legs weak. He walks each time, Kakashi’s near-perfect pitches always spinning out of control and destroying something of value. He’s just glad he’s hit mostly inanimate objects and not people.

After several innings of this, Captain Yamato has had enough, and he calls a time-out, dragging Kakashi to the side of the dugout for a polite chat.

“Kakashi, the fuck is going on? You’re throwing the damn game! Literally!”

“I’m sorry,” Kakashi mumbles, miserable. “I...I don’t know-”

“Are you feeling alright?” Captain Minato has decided to finally do his job and actually act like a Coach, walking over to join them.

“M’fine.” Kakashi shakes his head, hiding his face behind his glove. “It’s just...I keep getting...distracted.” Yamato sputters indignantly, but Minato’s studying him, a thoughtful look on his face. He glances over at the other team, and Kakashi’s traitorous eyes follow, latching onto the boy, who is busy scolding his teammates again, cheeks flushed with frustration. Kakashi’s ears start to burn. Minato chuckles and he hurriedly snaps his gaze back.

“...I think I see what the problem is.” He pats Kakashi’s shoulder with a knowing grin. “Listen, Kakashi...why don’t you sit this one out? Just...relax and enjoy the view.”

It feels like Kakashi’s ears are going to burn down to nubs.

“What?! He can’t sit out, we need him! How else are we going to bathe in their blood?”

“Bathe in their- what? Christ, Yamato, it’s just a game. Calm down. Are we going to have to have another talk?”

Kakashi drags his feet back to the bench and plonks himself down. The others glance over at him in concern.

“What’s up, Kakashi?” Genma asks. “Constipated?”

“Gai, give him some of your protein bars.” Raido elbows the other boy in the gut, who groans.

Nevermind, they’re just idiots. Kakashi cowers behind his mitt in shame.

The game continues, and his teammates manage to do remarkably well without him. Gai makes a surprisingly good substitute pitcher, although he screams “Dynamic Pitch!!” every time he throws the ball until Coach Minato tells him to cut it out. Asuma is jacked enough that he can hit a home-run every time he connects, and Kakashi is pretty sure the other team is terrified of Yamato and his intimidating stare. The game makes a quick turnaround, and in the blink of an eye, they’ve won. He’s been staring nonstop at the boy, too, so that might have something to do with the quick win.

Everyone cheers and high-fives while Kakashi quickly grabs his stuff, shoves it in his duffle, and scuttles off towards the bus. Coach Minato is suddenly next to him, blocking his way.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” he suggests, nodding his head at the other team.

Kakashi can’t think of anything more horrible.

“This was an away game,” Minato reminds him. “You might never see him again.”

...Dammit.

Dropping his bag in the dirt, Kakashi forces himself to turn around and walk robotically towards the boy, who is just wrapping up a speech to his teammates about how they’re still winners for doing their best, but no-one’s really listening. He turns away from them, shaking his head in exasperation, and blinks in surprise as Kakashi stops in front of him. He’s even cuter up close. Kakashi keeps his eyes on the ground to keep from being blinded.

“...Hi.”

“Uh. Hey.” The boy regards him warily. “You alright out there? The Coach made you sit down.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” Kakashi pauses long enough for the silence to turn painfully awkward. “I’m Kakashi, by the way.”

“Iruka.” God, even his name is cute. Kakashi scrambles to think of something to talk about.

“So, um. Do you...like baseball?”

“Not really, no,” Iruka answers. “I’d rather be home playing CoD, to tell the truth.”

“Oh my God, me too,” Kakashi slumps over, awash with relief. “Have you seen the latest updates? They have a new map that-”

The next five minutes are incomprehensible gibberish to everyone but them as they debate the best maps, guns, and loadouts.

“Iruka, let’s go!” a voice calls impatiently from the parking lot.

“Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” he calls back, waving at his teammates. Kakashi’s stomach tightens.

This is it. His last chance.

“Hey, uh...” He takes a deep breath. “You wanna...hang out sometime?”

Iruka stares back at him blankly.

“I live, like, twenty miles away from you.”

“Oh.” Kakashi blinks. “Right. Sorry.” He feels like a complete idiot. Here he was, thinking he actually had a chance-

“Here’s my phone number. Message me so I can friend you and we’ll play later.”

...Then again, maybe he did.

They exchange numbers, Kakashi happily adding a dolphin emoji after Iruka’s name.

“So is this a friend thing, or a boyfriend thing?” Iruka asks, blunt as can be. Kakashi just gapes at him, wide-eyed in horror. His face feels like it’s on fire, and he desperately wishes he’d brought his glove to hide behind.

“...Only...if you want it to be,” he croaks out. Iruka stares at him a beat longer, then breaks out into a blinding grin.

“Yeah, sure, why not. You were pretty cute out there, spazzing out every time I was up to bat. I’m surprised you didn’t hit a bird.”

Oh my God. He knew. Oh my GOD.

“I have to warn you, though...” Iruka went on, grinning cheekily, “three strikes, and you’re out.”

Kakashi has never been more in love.

(Written for @kakairu-fest, Week 1 Prompt: Summer Sports)

#kakairu #kakairu fest #hatake kakashi #Umino Iruka #modern au #fanfic #summer sports #baseball #highschool #little bit of swearing sorry #language #also a lil bit of pot #rated t for teen

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skzsauce01 · 4 years ago

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In Fair Verona︱Chapter 7

Synopsis: Jisung knows he is the Romeo to your Juliet. He could wax poetry about you all throughout rehearsal and even a little after. Except Hwang Hyunjin is the one playing Romeo in the school play, not him. Jisung is just another tech crew member that you don’t know, but he’s determined to win your heart... by any means necessary.

Warning: violent imagery

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x Jisung; fem!reader x Hyunjin

Prepare to be baited. Apologies in advance.

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Is love a tender thing? It is too rough.

Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s brooding. During the curtain call rehearsal, he sits with his arms folded across his chest and a clear “Do not talk to me” on his face. When Changbin asks him what’s wrong, he snarls in response. It’s so bad that he doesn’t even feel like watching you on stage. It’s not your fault at all, but he can’t help feel that it kind of is. You just… forgot about him last night.

A thunderous applause jolts him out of his thoughts. Shouts of “Thank you, tech!” comes from the many actors on stage, though their words are more directed toward the back of the house where sound and lights are. The freshman crew member wonders out loud why the stage crew doesn’t get any mentions, and Jisung resonates with those feelings. Some kind of recognition would be nice.

“We’re going to do a full runthrough today,” the director announces. “Actors, be back in ten minutes.”

The whole crowd stampedes off stage, and a select few head to the dressing room to change for Act I. The main curtain comes down, and Jisung can relax for some time while everyone else prepares. He leans back in his chair and shuts his eyes, dreaming of ways to get you to acknowledge him again. More Pepero? That didn’t work well last night. Flowers on opening night? No, three days is too long to do nothing. Giving you a homemade dosirak? Too over the top. Well, maybe you would like it; you always seemed dissatisfied with your dinners.

“Hey, Ryujin?” calls a faraway voice. Jisung’s eyelids flutter open when he realizes it’s you. “Do you know where the sash is for my first dress? It wasn’t on the dress, and it’s not in the dressing room.”

“Um…” She shuffles through the costumes on the rack, checking to see if any of the dresses for an extra accessory.

“Do you want help?” Jisung offers, his earlier annoyance forgotten. He’s already out of his seat.

“Can you check the stage?” Ryujin asks. She pushes another hanger to the side, scanning its surface. “It might have fallen off during the scene.”

Jisung nods and is about to head out when you say, “I’ll go too.”

You fall into step with him, your footsteps matching perfectly with his. His heart begins thumping in a familiar way, and he’s aware of how close you are to him — it’s nearly shoulder to shoulder.

“I’ll take stage left,” you tell him. When he nods, you continue walking, stopping near the black curtains to see if the sash was kicked underneath them.

Jisung checks near the cyc lights but only finds cables and dust. You don’t have much luck either as you report finding nothing. Your eyebrows knit together, and Jisung can see you biting your lower lip rather hard. The actors for Act I are already in the wings. The two of you go to ask Ryujin if she found it. He can practically feel your worry radiating off you in waves.

“It’s probably with the costumes,” he assures you.

“I hope so,” you anxiously reply. “Thanks for helping.”

“No problem.”

“Did you guys find it?” Ryujin asks.

You shake your head, and Ryujin’s mouth flattens into a line. She checks the costumes over and over again with a fervor Jisung has never seen before. It seems to be mostly fueled by irritation rather than determination. When other actors ask what’s the problem, you inform them, and before he knows it, there’s a small search party for the missing sash in the stage right wings. To none of Jisung’s surprise, Hyunjin is by your side.

The first scene of the play ends before Ryujin snatches the thin ribbon around the waist of a dress belonging to Lady Capulet and triumphantly hands it to you. “Found it! She probably took it by accident last night.”

“Thank goodness,” you breathe. You loop it around your waist and begin tying into a bow. “Is it straight?” you ask no one in particular.

“I’ll fix it,” Hyunjin offers before Ryujin can.

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, ready to turn you around. Jisung’s eyes go wide, and he reaches his arm out to stop Hyunjin. He’s not going to relive this scenario again. But he’s not fast enough, and you’re already tugging at the loose ends of your sash. Jisung can only watch as Hyunjin delicately reties it into a neat bow, careful to not touch your back.

“Thank you,” you say as you turn to look at him. It’s not a head tilt though; your chin is dipped down, and you peer at him through your dark lashes.

There’s less than a foot in between your bodies. “I’ll see you later. It’s almost my cue,” he smiles.

“See you,” you reply as he saunters off.

There’s an expression on your face that Jisung unfortunately recognizes because he’s seen it in his bathroom mirror when he’s thinking of you. He feels a tension building in the center of his chest. It travels outward, constricting his air flow, obscuring his vision in a red haze, sending blood pumping into his ears. He needs to break something. His eyes land on you first and then Hyunjin.

He tears off his headset and steps forward, ignoring Changbin’s whisper-shouts of “Where are you going?” He wants to storm across the stage and stain his knuckles with blood, but he can’t. Instead, he stomps to the restroom, knowing it is his only refuge. Colorful posters advertising clubs and sports are taped to the walls, and he angrily rips them off. They flutter to the floor, and he makes sure to leave a dusty footprint on all of them.

There’s no one inside the bathroom, thankfully. As he scans the room around for something to break, he catches a glimpse of his reflection and realizes how crazed he looks — wild eyes, a snarl etched on his face, and the unmistakable aura of murder. The tension transforms into alarm, and he fumbles for the sink faucet. He splashes cold water on his face numerous times, willing it to wash away everything he just saw. He forces himself to take deep breaths. When he looks up, it’s his old self again, only with water dripping down his jaw.

He wipes himself dry and leaves, picking up the fallen papers and pressing them back against the wall. Unfortunately, remnants of his footprint remain, no matter how hard he dusts them off.

By the time he returns back to the auditorium, the next scene has already begun.. While you, Yugyeom, and Ryujin only stare at him on his way back to his previous spot, Changbin glares at him and reports into the comms, “Jisung’s back.”

He puts on his previously discarded headset and weakly says, “Sorry.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” comes the tech director’s voice. It’s calm, but he can hear the irritation underneath it.

Jisung mutes himself, and to Changbin he pleads, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I know it was wrong and that I shouldn’t have left and—”

“Don’t it again,” he flatly says. Then his tone softens. “What happened? You looked pissed off when you left.”

I was ready to smash in the lead actor’s face isn’t exactly an appropriate response, and it’s especially not when you’re in hearing range. “Stress,” he shrugs. “I’ve got a lot on my plate this week. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. It was supposed to be a quick walk to let some energy out. What happened here?”

“Yugyeom filled in for you when we realized you weren’t back, and we messed up. Then we got yelled at, so I told Mr. Gi that Yugyeom had to do your job because you disappeared. Now Gi is mad at you.”

“As expected,” he glumly says. “I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“I know.”

Rehearsal goes on like normal, or as normal as it can be. Jisung forces himself to concentrate on his homework instead of the stage. The numbers and symbols blur together into incomprehensible mush. Nothing makes sense. His frustration combines with some lingering tension from earlier, and he’s so close to snapping again. He latches himself onto his seat and practices breathing exercises, even when the party scene is going on and when you have your costume change. He hopes you’ll initiate a conversation with him when you’re waiting in the wings, but you don’t. His heart sinks, and he has to remind himself to focus on the exercises instead.

It continues like that until dinner. Jisung has nearly lost his mind, and he’s sure it’s evident from the glassy look in his eyes. He tags along with Jeongin and Seungmin to the convenience store even though he brought his usual meal. He doesn’t trust himself to stay calm when Hyunjin’s in the same room as him. The conversation on the walk to the store is inundated with questions of “What happened?” and “Where were you?” He gives them the same answers as before, and they seem to accept it.

At the convenience store, Jisung glances down the snack aisle and spots the distinct pink box. His mind immediately goes back to last night, and anger flares up inside him. He glares at the rack of Pepero for far too long.

“Hey, Jisung?”

“Coming,” he calls. He wrenches his eyes away from his fire-laden fantasy and follows Seungmin out.

They all eat their dosiraks while walking back, and he’s glad that he doesn’t need to talk. He wonders what you’re doing at the moment. Probably chatting with Hyunjin and sharing food and laughing over dumb inside jokes and everything else Jisung wants to do with you. When they arrive back at school, he dumps his empty plastic container into the trash can with more force than necessary. He peeks into the classroom and sees that you’re doing exactly what he predicted. He observes you for a while, and the two halves of his heart begin to crack apart.

He listens to Chan’s mixtapes over the speakers in the auditorium until the second half of the rehearsal begins ten minutes later. It’s like the first half all over again — headset on, eyes on his homework, and breathing exercises. Lots and lots of breathing exercises.

It feels excruciatingly long, but rehearsal eventually ends. He can’t wait to go home and unleash his emotions on something. Tech notes feel longer than normal, and Jisung halfheartedly listens to the tech director talk. He’s looking at him and nodding occasionally, but his words go in one ear and out the other.

“Good night, everyone,” Mr. Gi says. Then he looks directly at Jisung, who still has a vacant expression on his face. “Jisung, we need to talk.”

Jisung mumbles a curse, and Felix goodnaturedly pats him on the back. As everyone else goes their separate ways, whispering to one another, Jisung walks to Mr. Gi and braces himself for a verbal lashing. His words, while controlled, are laced with rage, and Jisung can feel himself shrinking as time passes. He meekly apologizes and promises that it won’t ever happen again. He gets let off with a stern warning, and Jisung slinks away to the green room after.

Like usual, you’re one of the few people still inside. You’re in your usual position — sitting on a table, phone in hand. You look up when he enters the room and wave to him with your free hand. His spirits lift, and he returns the gesture. You hop off your seat, and he notices that you’re wearing the same too-large sweater as yesterday. He tries not to imagine how cute you would look in his favorite hoodie. You would look so cute.

“Hey, are you okay? You left really suddenly during rehearsal,” you say.

He really doesn’t want to talk about it, but he just shrugs. “I’m fine. I was just stressed out and couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, I see. It happens.”

“Yeah.” Gosh, what is he supposed to say now? The awkwardness is starting to build, and you look like you’re ready to leave the conversation. He scans you up and down, trying to find a new topic to discuss. “Isn’t your jacket too big for you?”

He winces at the accusatory tone, but you don’t seem to care. There’s a small smile playing on your lips as you answer, “It’s not mine. Hyunjin let me borrow it yesterday when I was cold in class. I keep meaning to give it back, but it’s really comfortable.” You twirl the hoodie string with your index finger and gaze lovingly at it.

The crack in his heart widens. “So, where is Hyunjin?” he asks as nonchalantly as he can. It still comes out strained.

“He left right after notes with Minho. Why?”

So, I can break his skull. “I was gonna suggest you give it back to him now.” With more composure, he asks you, “I think I already know the answer, but do you need a ride home?”

You laugh. “I’m good, but thanks.” Your phone chimes, and you glance at the lock screen for a second before gathering your belongings. “See you tomorrow.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“It’s alright.” Your phone chimes with another message, and you sigh once you see it. “I gotta go. Bye, Jisung!”

You run out of the room, your open zip up sweater swinging side to side.

On the drive home, he has trouble focusing on the road. He can only see visions of himself running over Hyunjin with his car. Back and forth, back and forth.

~ ad.gray

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possum-rat · 4 years ago

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Resident J.D commits a War crime then unalives

Warning: mentions of Explosions, and other stuff Previous Next

"PEOPLE OF L'MANBERGs.And TommyInnit and WilburSoot- once we find them and expel them from our great nation! Yes, yes! Ah... the sun rises, over another beautiful day in our country. The sun rises on another chapter in our nation's history- the next page of will be reading... 'till the end of time. I reckon our nation needs to expand! I reckon we've... we've done our country a great disservice. I reckon we take down the walls- EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY! I'm launching a public works project- funded by our meth lab that we run- All citizens of L'Manberg, are REQUIRED, REQUIRED! To help TEAR DOWN the walls of this country. Thus ends... the second presidential speech. Let's get to work. Oh wasn't there another kid? (Massacred version of your name) was it?"

The words aren't the best way to wake up. As (y/n) brushes their hair from their face they groan in annoyance. "Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going-" they begin before clapping their hands to their ears as something begins to play. Somehow.

"If he said help me kill the president

I'd say he needs medicine

Sick of screaming let us in

The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes

Straight to hell

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Straight to hell

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

He told me I should take it in

Listen to every word he's speaking

The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking

As their holding him

Well I could see it in his jaw

That all he ever wanted was a job

He tells me to be raw

Admits to me that every little flaw

That never let him sit upon the top"

"Okay, what the hell?" (Y/n) murmurs as they duck into the mineshaft cavern thing. As they reach the cave itself they duck to get through the tiny door that Tommy had provided apparently not taking into consideration the fact that (Y/n) isn't entirely human, and therefore taller than the average height their age.

as they walk deeper into the cave they dart toward a small hole in the cave. Pressing their hand into a small hole beside the one their in they press a small wooden button.

As they pull their hand back leaning against a small section of wall the floor spins revealing a small room. A bunker if you will. Reaching toward a wooden armor stand. Enchanted netherite armor shining slightly in the darkroom.

As (Y/n) begins to pull on the armor. Adjusting the straps mounted beside their ribs they tighten it to what's needed. Then pulling on their gloves they turn toward the portal infront of them. As they enter pulling on their helmet a voice asks "(y/n?)" a small smile spreads upon their face. Upon reaching the nether they type in the chat, whispering to Tommy Wilbur and Technoblade specifically:

<y/n> I'll be back in a few just need to do something important really quick.

Running toward the community Portal (Y/n) feels adrenaline filling their veins. Everything seems to be more serious. Dangerous even. As the portal comes into view (Y/n) slows down muscles aching heart slamming against their chest. They pull out their potion of invisibility. Uncorking the vile they down it in one gulp. As the slight fowl taste, they pull a face then replace the bow with their crossbow which is able to shoot arrows.

The familiar message of waiting appears infront of (Y/n). As they reach the familiar land they had been exiled from they sigh and begin running toward the White House.

"Funny isn't it?" A voice murmers "it's like history repeating itself. Someone entering the White House..." (y/n) feels their shoulders tense up slightly. They murmer below a whisper "But I'm not killing him. Seriously injuring him? Yeah sure. But not killing him." As they reach the garden of the White House they duck into the small kitchen. Pulling off their armor they begin searching. Almost instantly (Y/n) hears the Yelp and tinkle of glass breaking. Jogging toward the sound (Y/n) sees Quackity.

Arm outstretched in an attempt to protect Tubbo who's cowering. Squatting down out of sight (Y/n) types to the two males.

<Y/n>Get out into a different room or meet me at this location. *insert location*

Quackity begins backing up arm still infront of Tubbo as Shlatt roars drunkenly "YEAH YOU BETTER LEAVE." before something incomprehensible. Followed by "Phattest ass.🥴"

as the room is just about empty (Y/n) stands up stretching and yawns loudly.

Shlatt whips toward the sound and freezes. His pupils turning rectangular in shock. He stand their in shock making the whole thing a little awkward before in freezing and shouting "YOU! I EXILED YOU WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?" (Y/n) laughs doubled over before coughing "Bruh. You should have expected this. I'm pretty good at making bad decisions!"

Pulling out the crossbow they continue talking as if nothing going on. "You know? Not a fan of dictatorship. 'Ts never been...what's the word? Uhh for me? I guess. I mean I don't even like democracy but here I am." As shlatt goes silent there's some aggressive typing before (Y/n) says tiredly "Look dude. I'm trying to have a moment here-"

"HA- D'You think you can overpower me? I've called for backup. YOU'LL DIE!" he laughs. (Y/n) sighs before notching an arrow of Wither effect. A special type. Not enough to kill but still enough to leave the victim with about 2 to 1.5 hearts. "Dude. I don't care. I can literally just disappear Never be found again." (Y/n) sighs.

The shouts from down the hall makes (Y/n) smile. As the arrow clicks into place they hear a ferm voice. Sam. "(Y/n) put the crossbow down." He says calmly. (Y/n) smiles simply and hums quietly to themselves

"If he said help me kill the president

I'd say he needs medicine

Sick of screaming let us in

The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes"

A tall silhouette covers the light on the ground. A few more footsteps before (Y/n) takes aim at Shlatt's forehead. "Well...I guess this is a temporary goodbye." They pull the notch and the arrow flies. (Y/n) sprints toward the window crashing through pulling an Ender pearl from their inventory flinging it forward.

they squint as the harsh rays of the sun beat down on their face. It didn't help that small shards of glass were embedded in (Y/n) still healing face. Upon reaching Pogtopia they stumble into the cave and laugh. Not the type one would consider completely normal. It's probably the emotional constipation (Y/n's) put themselves through so they don't grow attached to anyone/thing.

Wilbur's worried face pops into view at that moment. "(Y/n)? What the hell did you do?" (Y/n) then calms down slightly before murmuring "Just shot the president with a poisoning arrow. As you do. He won't die, severally injured yes." At that moment Technoblade Thomas and all the other inhabitants of Pogtopia arrive. (Y/n) bows and disappears into Pogtopia.

-------

As Shlatt is surrounded by basically everyone in the world (Y/n) is zoned out. Standing beside Eret and playing with Her cape. The long black fabric the inside the colors of the Bi flag. The small thin layer of strings on the bottom of the cape. As (y/n) fiddles with it they grow ever more anxious as Shlatt grows ever closer to Fundy. (Y/n) suddenly drops the cape sprinting infront of Fundy as Shlatt slams the bottle down. They then return to where they were murmuring "Yeah he's dead." As soon as those words leave their lips, Jschlatt freezes and drops and dies. Rather anti-climatically.

"Wow. Uh. I- Uh what now?" (Y/n) asks as everyone's gaze turns toward they begin fiddling with their hands nervously. (Y/n) begins to fiddle with the glass ripped clothing over their burnt arm. Eret simply leads them out of the small area and walks toward the Podium. He then takes a seat amongst the chairs and gently takes (Y/n's) arm asking quietly "Is this okay? Can I help you?" (Y/n) freezes at the genuine kindness feeling their eyes begin to water. So to avoid any confrontation they pull an invisibility potion out.

As everyone begins taking their seats (Y/n) sits beside Eret on the ground and near Fundy. Placing a small clay Fox ring beside Fundy they continue fiddling with Eret's cape. Even as the speeches go around (Y/n) can't help but feel that some things going to go very wrong. Letting go of Eret's cape they silently dart up toward the Podium. Pulling out an Ender Pearl they take aim and launch it.

The feeling of being sucked then dropped overwhelms (Y/n). As the world blurs (Y/n) shakes their head before speed walking toward Wilbur. Following him the two of them duck into a small hallway. (Y/n) ducking to fit. They eventually ask quietly "is the weight of it all finally too heavy?" Wilbur jumps slightly but turns toward them an unreadable smile upon his face.

"Everything is temporary, L'manberg was merely one of those things,” Wilbur states in a calm tone. "You of all people should know. That good people-Good things don't last. They give up on you. So you have to remove things that mean Value." (Y/n) tenses up and begins to tap the wall beside them anxiously. Not realizing that their tapping "don't leave. Not again."

Wilbur smiles sadly and begins to rant. (Y/n) feels their heart beating faster and faster. (Y/n) holds out a hand hesitantly before deciding against it as Wilbur is facing the other way. "What happened to you?" (Y/n) whispers. "What about your son? You're just going to leave him? Wilbur you promised." Wilbur turns and scoffs. "(Y/n) awe. I didn't realize that you thought that i'd actually keep the promise. Things change. PEOPLE change." He clarifies. "You don't get to change Fate. Look, Tell Fundy I'm sorry. Well- Why don't we sing the anthem again. For old time's sake. "

(Y/n) simply stares in shock. Voices of the dead whisper harshly While faint whispy figures float around. "You should have expected this. Nobody sticks around. They all are going to leave you." (Y/n) Faint footsteps grow louder and louder. (Y/n) whispers "Wilbur. Step away from the button. We don't need another J.D Wilbur please." Wilbur turns his eyes wild, toward (Y/n) and says "Philza." (Y/n) falls silent before drifting toward Wilbur. Falling silent (Y/n) fiddles with their protective gloves, mentally arguing with the dead.

A sudden movement and a Click causes Philza to clamp his hands over his ears while Wilbur does the same. (Y/n) didn't notice. However, the literal Earslitting sound did. Panic filling their head they feel as though the world is tilting. Almost as if the world were a snow globe and a small child was shaking it violently. (Y/n) feels their back slam against a wall sending a flash of pain against their spin. Shaking they watching horror as Wilbur says something. Wait. Why can they hear him? They could hear him a second ago?

Philza turns to on of the crows that had followed him and points toward (Y/n). The bird obliges gliding toward them and fluffing up it's feathers catching (Y/n's) Attention. They offer a violently shaking hand toward the bird. It nuzzles it's beak into their hand. (Y/n) takes the invitation to pet the bird.

After who knows how long it removes itself and flies up. (Y/n) frowns slightly wondering why the bird had flown. Glancing up they see Philza. His mouth moves rapidly but no sound comes from his lips. (Y/n) lift their arms feeling exhaustion pulling at their muscles as they do so. Pressing their hands to their ears they blanch. Pulling their hands away to reveal dark crimson standing out against their (S/c).

Flicking their gaze up to Phil. He crouches holding out a hand. (Y/n) takes it skeptically before a faint voice. One that was declared dead a few minutes ago. A simple word. "GLATT."

(y/n) flinches violently causing Philza to glance toward them worriedly. His blond eyebrows furrowed. He then is surrounded by a sphere of black tones of birds lifting the two of them up and toward the group of civilians staring in a mixture of longing and sadness at the wreckage of what was once home.

(Y/n) feels Phil's hand let go of them and they stumble unsteadily before grabbing onto Bad's upper arm. He turns toward them pure white eyes meeting Grey-ish-(E/c). He mouths something but stops concern filling what's visible of his face.

Pulling their hand back they glance at the ground sheepishly before turning and stumbling off.

#l’manberg #pogtopia #pogtopia vs L’manberg.#dadza #techno mcyt #eret

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whitesparrows97 · 5 years ago

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A Thousand Springs – Part 1

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, smut, fantasy

Summary: Life is short. Eternity is long. Why you in particular are approached by a super attractive man in a club, you did not understand. You understood even less why he wanted to kill you. Fortunately, seven young, also incredibly handsome men show up to help you with this little problem. Purely by coincidence, of course. Or do you really believe in fate?

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 3.6K

(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

Loud music poured out into the cold night, every time a group of people passed the bouncer and went into the club. Yet again you stepped forward a few steps. It’s been going on for about half an hour. You and your best friend Alison needed to pick one of the most popular clubs in town. Especially on a Friday night you might have expected that you would have to wait a while. You were annoyed that you hadn’t thought of taking a jacket with you.

To give your body some warmth, you wrapped your arms around yourself and jumped a little on the spot. Alison didn’t seem to have a problem with the cold or the long wait. On the contrary. She beamed with happiness and looked at the queue before you with sparkling eyes.

You also watched the people before you, but not with as much enthusiasm as your friend. They were the typical partygoers. You immediately realized that the other girls probably had been standing in front of the mirror several hours before to get ready for the night. You, on the other hand, hadn’t even known you were going out tonight until an hour ago. Alison had more or less talked you into it and you had just enough time to trade your sweatpants and shirt for something more appropriate.

You felt out of place to say the least.

Although you should actually study for your next exam, you were persuaded by Alison to come along tonight. However, something had told you that you should go out with her tonight. You often felt like you missed out on life when you were constantly sitting in front of your computer at home or lying in bed thinking about life.

You just weren’t the type of person who liked the hustle and bustle of people and loud music. Not like Alison, who probably felt more at home on the dance floor, crammed between strangers, than in her own four walls. And sometimes you envied her for it. She made everything seem so easy, while you had to reconsider every little thing.

Once again you were able to take a few steps forward and you realized with relief that there was only one group before you. Soon you could finally go back into the warmth and you were never so happy to finally enter a club. But this joy did not last long when you two entered the narrow, dark passage inside the nightclub. Only colorful light tubes, which were attached to the two walls on your sides, illuminated your way.

“I’m so glad you decided to come with me, Y/N!” Alison shouted over her shoulder to drown out the loud music and pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I can’t always let you go out on your own, Ali,” you joked when you made your way through the crowd to the bar.

To describe the club as full would be quite an understatement and you wondered how Alison wanted to dance with all those people around. But luckily that wasn’t your problem, you thought, while you dropped on one of the few free bar stools.

“Do you really not want to dance,” Alison asked after ordering something to drink for the both of you. You just shook your head.

“I don’t like dancing very much, you know that. I’m very comfortable here at the bar.”

Thankfully, you took the drink from her, which she pushed over the counter to you.

“Okay, each to their own,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t let strange guys chat you up,” she said with a smile before she made her way to the dance floor, her drink in one hand.

You just shook your head, laughing. You were almost never talked to, which was partly because you spent most of your time alone in your room. On the other hand, if you ever did leave the apartment, you were probably just too ordinary. You liked to stand in a quiet corner and watch people. That was usually more interesting than being in the middle of it and you were able to get a good overview of the situation.

That’s exactly what you did right now while sipping your drink. You winced, the bartender had not skimped on the alcohol and you had to be careful not to drink too much of it at once. Probably this one drink would be enough for you not to remember the whole evening tomorrow morning if you just drank it fast enough. Although maybe that wouldn’t be the worst alternative, …

“What’s a pretty young woman like you doing here all by herself at the bar?”

You flinched and spilled something of the drink you had just put to your lips.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you looked down at yourself and noticed the spots on your white dress. A deep laugh, however, quickly pulled you out of the attempt to somehow make the stains disappear with your fingers and you looked up at your left.

Right into a man’s dark eyes and you could still see the laughter in them. He was handsome, you noticed when you let your gaze wander across his face. He had dark hair, a few strands of which hung on his face, prominent cheekbones and teeth so brightly white that you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw him in a toothpaste ad on TV.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he apologized and his smile gave way to a thoughtful expression.

Immediately you noticed the small wrinkle between his perfect eyebrows and you had to pull yourself together not to get lost in it. Or in his perfect dark brown eyes.

You cleared your throat once and tried to smile, which you hoped looked rather self-confident. “Oh, everything’s fine. I just got a little bit startled,” you confessed and you were relieved when you realized that your voice sounded strong and not anxious.

Because of the music and the many people, the mysterious man stood right next to you, which made you all the more nervous.

“I am David,” he introduced himself and held out his hand to you. You took it and a warmth flowed straight through you, which made you completely relaxed.

“My name is Y/N,” you replied, and this time your smile was real.

The other people in the club and the loud music had faded out. The only thing that mattered was David, who gave you such a warmth smile that you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” His voice was so soft and melodious that you would love to listen to him all night. He raised his hand and carefully stroked a strand of your hair out of your face and you could literally feel the heat rising into your cheeks.

“You’re wonderful when you blush,” he added with a little smile as he studied your face even more.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt like he could look right into your mind. The whole moment was so intense that you didn’t even notice how fast your heart was beating or how the hair on your arms stood up. And even if you had, you probably would have ascribed these symptoms to excitement, even if that hadn’t been the right assumption.

But instead of taking a step back and taking a closer look at the situation, as you so often do, you could only shyly laugh and continue to look at him. It was as if he was part of a magnet and you were the opposite part, you felt so attracted to this stranger. You could barely see his mischievous grin as he leaned down to whisper something into your ear.

“Maybe there is another place we want to go,” he whispered and you shuddered as his warm breath grazed your ear.

Your heart began to beat even faster and you feared you would soon have a heart attack if it did not calm down.

But suddenly a wave of his aftershave came towards you and your heart stopped for a moment. The smile on your lips faded quickly and you tensed up while sitting on the bar stool.

David also seemed to notice your mood change, and he withdrew a little. His face was so close to yours that you could see the tiny golden speckles in his otherwise almost black eyes.

“You all right, pretty?” he asked and gently stroked your right cheek with his thumb. Now you noticed the goose bumps that had formed and you immediately knew why your body reacted the way it did.

You forced yourself to smile.

“Yes, sure. I was just a little surprised, normally I’m not even approached,” you confessed and tried to laugh. It sounded false, but you hoped David wouldn’t notice.

“Totally incomprehensible to me,” he replied and his voice, music in your ears a moment ago, now caused an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. You smiled again while wrapping your little purse over your shoulder.

“I’m just gonna go to the restroom, and then we can leave. Is that all right?” you asked as you got up from the bar stool. Only now you realized how tall David was. You barely reached his chest and you had to swallow.

“Of course, pretty. I’ll wait here,” he replied and you couldn’t get rid of the feeling that it was more a threat than a promise.

While you were making your way to the toilet, you had to suppress the need to sprint. You felt his eyes in your back and only when you turned around the corner and exhaled with relief you realized that you had held your breath the whole time. The corridors here were also relatively dark and had the same lights as the entrance area. In contrast to the dance floor and the bar, there was astonishingly little activity here and the toilet room itself seemed to have been swept empty.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, two wide-open eyes stared back at you. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to a scared deer in the spotlight of a car. Your cheeks were reddened and your hair was sweaty at the back of your neck. Despite that, you’ve been incredibly cold since you smelled David’s aftershave. You were glad it had brought you back to your senses. Your body had wanted to tell you from the beginning that there was something wrong with him. It had practically begged you to flee the situation and to get as much space as possible between you and David.

The aftershave.

You turned on the tap and let lukewarm water flow over your wrists. For a moment you closed your eyes, while pictures of the past captured your thoughts. Your father had used the same aftershave and it had always reminded you of home and a carefree childhood. At least until one evening when the police stood outside your door trying to tell you that your parents had died in a car accident.

With a little more force than necessary, you shut the tap and dried your hands on the rough paper. There’s no way you’re leaving with David. You didn’t know why, but something told you it wouldn’t end well for you. Some might think you’re crazy for missing the chance of a night with a super attractive man just because he used the same aftershave as your father. Yet you wouldn’t make the mistake of ignoring your intuition.

The club was full of people, he probably wouldn’t even notice if you walked right along the wall to the exit. Besides, you might get through there even faster because most people were in the middle of the club. You could also take a taxi home, even if you would normally walk the way. Thinking that you would be home in less than 15 minutes you relaxed a little. Before leaving the room you took a deep breath and stepped into the dark corridor.

You immediately noticed that the passage seemed even darker than before and quickly found the reason for it. The lights in the immediate vicinity of the toilet rooms were switched off and only the lamps at the beginning of the corridor about ten meters in front of you lit up the hallway. Your blood froze in your veins when you realized that a person was standing right in that part of the hallway so his face was in the dark and you couldn’t see it. You didn’t have to, because you knew right away who that person was.

You panicked and as he slowly started to approach you, you felt like a side character in a horror movie. You would be sad if the person died, but at the end of the movie you’d forgotten them again. You were not the protagonist who, miraculously, survived all circumstances and horrors unscathed and at the end of the story rode happily and satisfied with the love of her life into the sunset.

As you kept retreating, you realized that you have never been the protagonist, not even in your own life. And when you couldn’t back off any further because you felt the wall at your back, you knew it was okay. You always thought it was okay that you were the second choice; always acting in the background. Alison would quickly find someone who shared more interests with her and would soon take your place. It wouldn’t be long before she would have forgotten you, you were sure when you pinched your eyes in fear so as not to have to face your end.

David now stood right in front of you and you lowered your head, your eyes still closed with such force that they were already aching.

He made a sound, which sounded like a mixture of a short laugh and a growl. Then there was another sound, a squeak, which you couldn’t identify at first. But when you heard footsteps, you knew it must have been the door to the toilet room.

“Is there a problem here?” cautiously asked another very deep male voice.

You finally dared to open your eyes to look up and immediately wished you hadn’t done it. David looked at you with so much hatred and anger that your breath got stuck in your throat. His lips were pressed into a narrow line and you could see that he clenched his teeth tightly. He once inhaled deeply through his nose and relaxed his jaw before he answered and you were shocked at how gentle, almost lovely, his voice sounded.

“No, everything’s all right here.” He did not turn around, but fixed you with his gaze and you felt like the prey the hunter was watching.

“I would like to hear that from her,” demanded the unknown voice and it sounded much closer than before. He had to stand right behind David, but his broad shoulders blocked any view.

You couldn’t answer, not with David looking at you the way he did at that moment. You didn’t need to be able to read minds to know that if you said the wrong word, he could kill you here and now.

“Well?” The voice sounded tense and every trace of caution from before had disappeared. David’s look indicated that you should reply to the unknown person.

“I... I–” you started, but your voice was quiet and no more than a whisper.

“I think that’s enough for an answer. You’d better leave her alone.”

You exhaled with relief when you heard those words. Whoever this unknown person was, quickly realized that something was wrong.

“Otherwise, what?” David asked, demandingly, and turned around. You could catch a glimpse past him and you saw a strand of blond hair. The rest, however, was denied to you, because your field of vision was occupied by David’s muscular back.

You took the chance that presented itself to you and pushed past him while he was still distracted by the unknown person. Before David could react, the person had pushed himself between the two of you and was now standing in front of you. He wasn’t quite as tall as David, but still had quite broad shoulders and what you could see from his face was at least as attractive as the dark-haired one, if not even more handsome. You didn’t know why you had to think about that right now.

“We’re going to leave this club now. Without you,” he added, turning his head slightly towards you. You nodded, even though you didn’t know if he’d asked for your consent.

“You can try someone else, but you leave her alone.”

Before you knew it, he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

“This isn’t the last time we’ll see each other, Y/N!” David shouted to you, but despite the threat, you were relieved when you realized he wasn’t following you.

You hardly noticed the loud music and the countless people, you had the feeling of being in a trance. You felt the warm hand that had clutched yours tightly, making sure you didn’t get lost in the turmoil. You used the time you needed to get to the exit to look closely at the stranger.

His blond hair hung partly in his face and partially covered his ears. His lips were slightly open, as if he was absorbed in thought, but he observed the surroundings through narrowed eyes. It almost seemed as if he expected David to appear in front of you at any moment. It was probably better to assume the worst, so that you could not be negatively surprised.

Only now you noticed how casual he was dressed. He wore washed-out blue jeans, a plain black T-shirt and a black sweat jacket. It looked incredibly good on him, but you still couldn’t help but think that it didn’t seem to fit into this party scene.

You quickly shook off the thought when you finally stepped outside into the open. The cold you hated before came in handy now, because it sharpened your senses again and got you out of your trance-like state.

Your eyes were fixed on your hands; his hand was still tightly wrapped around yours, but he hardly seemed to notice. As you looked up again, you noticed that his eyes were on your face, full of worry.

“Y/N, is it?”

You just nodded.

“Is everything okay?” he asked and you noticed his incredibly deep voice again as he looked at you waiting for you to answer his question.

This time you managed more than just a nod.

“Yeah, apart from some weird guy hitting on me at the bar and then lurking outside the restroom, everything’s great.” You smiled at him, still very conscious of his hand.

He also laughed softly and let go of your hand. You immediately missed the warmth that emanated from him and where now only the cold wind grazed your palm. Immediately you shivered and wrapped your arms around you again, as you had done before when you and Ali were waiting outside the club.

Since then, at most an hour had passed, but you had the feeling as if the whole night had elapsed, as tired and exhausted you were.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way, I wish we’d met under different circumstances,” he said, giving you a kind of boxy smile.

You laughed for a second. “Yes, that would have been nice. But thank you so much for stepping in. I don’t want to know what he would have done if you hadn’t shown up,” you replied and tried to banish the images from your mind that appeared as soon as you said it.

“I don’t think you have to read minds for that,” Taehyung said and his eyes darkened.

“Hmm,” was all you could say. For a moment you two enjoyed the pause, only the muffled music that came out of the club filled the silence.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You must be freezing. Here,” Taehyung suddenly said and was taking off his jacket.

“You don’t have to do that, Taehyung,” you tried to persuade him, but he just shook his head and came closer to put his jacket around your shoulders.

He was so close to you that his blond strands of hair tickled your forehead. You could feel the heat rising directly back into your cheeks, even though you were freezing all over. For a short moment his hands grazed your shoulders as he wrapped his jacket around you and for a second he stood close to you as if he were thinking of saying something. Apparently, he decided against it because he took another step back to examine you.

“Thank you,” you whispered and pulled the jacket even closer. It smelled like him and you were glad you didn’t associate the scent with a family member. Yet it reminded you of home and a pleasant feeling rose up in your chest.

“Shall I call you a cab? I’ll wait until it gets there, too,” Taehyung asked while he was digging his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Oh no, that’s not necessary,” you replied and waved your hands defensively, which he probably couldn’t see because your hands were covered by his much too large jacket. “I only live about ten minutes from here,” you explained further as Taehyung paused questioningly in his movement.

“Oh, okay, but then I’ll take you home,” he said and you heard by his tone that any attempt at discussion was pointless.

“And how do I know you’re not some weird guy, too, who’ll kill me in the next alley,” you asked jokingly, and Taehyung smiled with his typical rectangular smile, which you’ve already taken to your heart.

“You can never be sure.”

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, even though it’s more of a prologue than a real chapter. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language, but I have tried hard to make as few mistakes as possible. However, if you notice anything, I would be very happy if you let me know. And of course any criticism of the chapter itself is very welcomed. ♥️

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