#sooo i hope that whoever reads this they enjoy it? at least a bit

[lsttpn]

ok

so

lestappen rbr teammates but everyone thought that charles wouldnt fit in at redbull and he proved them wrong by bonding with max verstappen so hard that they become unbeatable in grill the grid

so bare with me and get this

charles announces his departure from ferrari and everyone is shocked because this guys breaths and lives and loves and adores ferrari even in the worst moments so they are like wtf is happening

when he announces that his move would lead him to rbr, they are like wtf are you doing you will not survive verstappen you will be out of place you wont get on with the guy at all

he was out of place because he still felt like an intruder but he quickly got over it because simply max

so, he liked max, that was obvious. like he would not deny in that. charles knows that he liked max since he was a kid but he coped with it when the inchident happened, he coped when max entered f1 three years befor him, he coped when austria 2019 happened, he coped when 2022 happened.

so he couldnt do much about it because it was. a crush. yeah

he thought hey since we are teammates i can get over it and just bond with him like a normal person and just get him as a friend off track and a rival on track

simple

but jesus christ max is so nice that its painful

its terrible. max is nice and thoughtful and a cool guy and pretty and hot and ugh charles almost regrets not resisting another win of barely points so that the merc seat would open. almost

almost because he and max just work so well. off track, on track, everyday every time they meet they just.. click

and its funny too because he knew even before he came to rbr that they click, he knew since he was little and he let other people be convinced that they will not work because they have no business in thier relationship and stuff but being so close to max made him aware of this constantly

and its enjoyable being in eachothers company and they are so relaxed with one another that they start a genuine strong friendship which led them to random talks at 3 am on random days of the week at eachother houses

this is where its starts

they are expected to film a video for the first grill the grid of the season at the next gp

while they cant know what they will be made to do, max knows a couple of people from f1/fia pr and he could easily get the info on what they are suppose to do

he tells so to charles one night while they were hanging out in monaco, maxs flat, just eating takeout and playing fifa

now charles is a competitive person and he hate losing at those videos and is absolutely fed up with being called a babygirl himbo so he tells max to hit those pr people up and beg them for the prompts so he can study them and win

max, another competitive person, absolutely agrees with charles and they shake hands: dammed be the actual champion, that they sure will win but the grill the grid champions is more important at 1 am on a wednesday

so they start to prepare themselves by studying for the video and they are doing study dates between interviews and team debriefs

and they absolutely smash the competition

they both come first, tying ofc and they are absolutely ecstatic

so they do that again and again

some of those challenges are made to be for both teammates so they work even better when they are together, placing first by a margin not only in the championship

and its so fun, the study dates and the absolute nerding they both do and it makes them even closer

at one point,on a study date they have their fluffy oh moment and they just.. get it now that the feelingtm are revealed

and they are fluffy and in love and they do their little cheater stuff and at the end of the season, when they are drunk because they won the constructor championship and charles won the drivers one, one of them slips up that they cheated the whole grill the grid season and every other driver is enraged (mainly geroge and lando tbh thats how i see it)

and they are like tf why did you tell charles you have contact with the pr people?? to max and he says something like i wanted him to win no matter what. in a casual tone

and charles is literally so drunk on love at the moment and says someting cheesy like yeah even if you cheated you still won my heart and its cute and nice and fluffy and tooth rotting sweet and just

lestappen bonding as teammates

and so sweet

ugh its 3 am im done i love this concept i changed it 2 times tho

anyway if you read this ty!, it was a lil thing i had in mind and i couldnt resist not to write it

and ik quality is probably bad, its because this is the first time im writing someting like this but i could not care less ( lie i really hope its at least readable as in i hope there is coherence)

[ddangoluvrx]

dating the bllk boys hcs (reo, nagi, rin) ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

reo ✮⋆˙

"i heard you're the plug, can i be the circuit?"

☆ spoils you rotten (expensive bouquets, LOTS of designer stuff, expensive jewelry)

☆ loves seeing your surprised face whenever he has gifts for you

☆ he’s probably very clingy to you, never wants to leave your side (you love your personal space and reo also loves your personal space)

☆ gives you rides to and from school

☆ whenever you’re hanging out at a mall or anything, he’d buy whatever you glanced at, even if you only looked at it for a second (he's very insistent btw)

☆ he’s your best friend AND boyfriend !!

☆ love language: acts of service/gift giving

☆ gossip, this man is a gossip and he definitely shit talks people -> even if he doesn't gossip, if you like gossip, he’ll gossip w/ you as the supportive bf he is

☆ canonically is into mature/older women so i’d assume he’s mature himself

☆ calls you; princess, my love, dear 

nagi ✮⋆˙

"when i got court, i hope that you're the verdict."

☆ you are not a hassle to him (maybe sometimes you would be)

☆ it’s probably one of those moments where nagi feels like he has to work for something and it motivates him (you’re the “thing” he works hard for)

☆ LOTS of nap dates

☆ wants to play games with you a lot

☆ sometimes he’s a bit neglectful, but he’s trying to work on it

☆ asks reo for relationship advice FOR SURE

☆ love language: quality time/acts of service (since he rarely does things for anyone, acts of service shows how much he really loves you)

☆ he helps you with homework since he’s sooo smart (and he will make fun of you cuz despite him being asleep in class he gets better grades than you)

☆ lowkey you’d probably be dating him AND reo because they come as a package

☆ calls you; dear, precious, sweets (something corny, definitely at least one nickname would be corny)

rin ✮⋆˙

"when you're around, my insides turn inverted."

☆ he looks at you differently compared to others, his gaze definitely softens (though it might be unnoticeable to you, other people can definitely tell)

☆ he's the type of person who would hate whoever you hate -> you got beef with some random girl in your class? damn rin hates her too

☆ the man will try to teach you how to play football/soccer as a date (he’d make fun of you)

☆ he has a hard time expressing things with his words, so occasionally you’d get flowers and stuff from him (he’s also kinda ass at that, but A for effort)

☆ study together as a date since he’s awkward and bad at this stuff (he’s trying his best tho) 

☆ would DEFINITELY shit talk people on his team to you -> everybody is insufferable (especially shidou and isagi in his eyes)

☆ love language: quality time

☆ you guys are gonna watch horror movies and play horror games together

☆ likes laying on your lap while reading, or watching youtube, or when you’re simply enjoying each other’s presence

☆ calls you; idiot (lovingly), dumbass (lovingly), y/n

©ddangoluvrx ! do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my work

[z0mbiekisses]

Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

[bookink]

So I just finished The Masters Of Death and I have a few things to say because whooo boy!

I love this book for many reasons, and I will try to organize them the best I can. It has been quite a while since I have done a book review.... sooo to whoever is reading: this may be a bit rough. Spoilers ahead. Beware!!!

Firstly: Olivie Blake's Writing style! This was a very easy book to melt into. The writing was fun and comfortable in a way I hadn't seen in a while. I may reread it specifically because of how Olivie depicts the surroundings and the intricacies of the interactions. Olivie's way of writing is interesting in many ways. However, I feel it is most interesting for her knack for knowing when to zoom in or out of a situation. In this way, we are shown the generalizations of the situation through the eyes of an outsider in one instance, the seemingly stolen glimses between characters, the intimate expressions flitting across the faces of each character, and even the cross-conversations happening overhead of the "main" conversations. The constantly shifting scope of our view... of what the audience is allowed to be privy to and what we must assume is a very fun ride, to say the least.

Secondly: I loved the dialog so much! I did see a comment on Goodreads likening the reading to listening to a bunch of squirrels quarreling...... I must say that while there iiis a lot of back and forth/tit-for tat pattern in most of the conversations (spoilers: well, when there aren't so many pregnant pauses between Fox and Brandt...spoiler ends) I found this Extremely entertaining and I loved every minute of it!

Thirdly: I found it absolutely bewildering/mind-boggling how Easy it was for me to love and get attached to these characters! Even those that were not in the main scope of the story never truely seemed like a background character because despite not having a lot of pages dedicated to their stories, each character had shone in their own way! Each one was so freaking distinct and their personalities were revealed so naturally. I honestly was very much hoping for a sequel just to see more of these characters, but I love how the book ended and am content to revisit it now and again.

I thoroughly enjoyed all of this books characteristics! I felt compelled to learn more about them, and actually felt deeply invested in their wants, goals, and their futures. (Spoilers: Take Cal and Kaleka for example! I Loved their relationship and wanted so much for them! View and Tom: sort of enemies to lovers adorableness! Fox and Brandt: absolutely killed me but also made me so happy!!! Healthiest relationship? No. Need to work things out? Oh heck yeah! Did I still root for them??? Why yes, yes I did! Spoiler ends)

This is a Very rare thing for me and I Love that Olivie Blake was able to bring that about! Romance is definitely Not my go to, and I often find my eyes glazing over and my brain playing elevator music when it is presented to me in most pieces of media I have come across. I do not find myself caring for the seemingly side plot romances and see them secondary to their respective story. In other words: the relationships neither seemed Relevant nor in any way realistically impactful to the characters/plot at all. This is not a shot at the romance genre or romance in general!!! This has just been largely My experience! However, Olivie's characters and their feelings for eachother felt real in ways that I had yet to see in many other books. Her depictions creathe bonds her characters create are messy and organic and somehow very beautiful. Their feelings for eachother so intertwined with who they are and where the want to be that it seemed impossible for them to go on without eachother.

I have many reasons to have loved this book and am very glad that I grabbed it on a whim! Thank you to whoever has read this far!

[this-user-has-been-erased]

listen to the album "carousel" by robin guthrie pls its so good kind of ambient and doesnt have lyrics but its sooo dreamy and amazing. if you want lyrics listen to "heaven or las vegas" by cocteau twins but its in english and i know english songs suck but its still good. really chill for when you're superrrrrrrrr drunk and cant tolerate anything more than dreamy shoegaze-esque music. and if not that then listen to "skiptracing" and/or "going going gone" by mild high club which are two veryyyyyyyy fgood albums i love them with all my heart. can you tell lol im drunk as shit right now and this is the only time i can genuinely post my thoughts (ily avpd /s). and a film i watched today the battle of algiers really enlightening in terms of current events like whats happening in palestine.. definitely worth a watch its like 2h long but its worht watching once at least. i had to watch it for a class but i enjoyed it.

sorry for rambling i just like to get out as much as i can while my brain allows me lol. i love the arts in case you couldnt tell. im a little bit "woke" (using that term 10000000000% ironically lol nothign wrong with being woke). its almost over so i feel like i can just. post whatever i feel on my own tumblr blog rn and its fine nothing will happen anyway. thank you for being witness to my thoughts, whoever reads this. its rare for someone to genuinely listen to me. itll be over soon but for now i'll try my best to appreicate what life hands to me. this alblum "carousel" by robin guthrie - especially, because first of all its so good, second of all it was recommended to me by someone on discord and i appreciate it so much im so in love with it. music is such an important thing to me. i dont want to come across like one of thos "music is my life" people but tbh music is one of the most important things for me that i cant lie it does save me a lot when im feeling low. unfortunately at this point im feeling so low that it csant entirely save me. but for today at least its fine.

i love tumlbr i love it so much one of the only sites where i find people who are like me, who are genuinely like me. who i can relate to and who might be able to actually understand me. mostly people who are autistic and who have hyperfixations and who understand sort of how my mind works, though maybe not 100%. i love you all (besides ofc conservatives and TERFs lol go fuck yourselves) and ty i hope you know you made my life experience better <3 people i can relate to and resonate with <3 its not over yet thoguh. we;ll see how long it lasts lol

[tobesokaylee]

Happy 11th 💞💕

stray definitely looked super cute and I love cats, too. (I don't have any because I don't like cat hairs and it's enough work to take care of myself. let's not bring innocent cats into this 😂

I just sent off the chapter for tomorrow to my beta and am sooo happy I got that done. now I can enjoy the rest of my sunday XD (it's 3pm already. :(

I need longer weekends honestly.

I was never really a big concert goer. Haven't even seen my fav band live yet. But somehow in this fandom i found ppl to go with so I thought well at my old age that's definitely what i should be doing with my life XD

Hope you have a great day. 💓

Read you tomorrow <3

Not even going to lie, I feel you when you say taking care of yourself is enough work🥹.

I’m super proud of you for writing too! I know I said it yesterday but I really am 😌

And yes, weekends should at least include Monday 😒 whoever though Monday was a good day to start a week was a bit ridiculous in my opinon.

And nonsense! You are never too old to enjoy a concert! I am almost 100% positive I will need a whole week to recover from the concert but it will be worth it to spend it surrounded by friends and fans.And I’m sure you aren’t that old 😌.

Im going to have to do my final today although I’m tempted to do it tomorrow 👀 which I might do. It all depends.

I hope you have a good rest of your day and a good night ❤️

Until tomorrow ❤️❤️❤️

[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report vii

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, romance

warnings: FINALLY~ we get to see a little bit of JK’s pov heh 

word count: 2.4k

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“I hope you don’t mind us picking up a friend first then a drive thru afterwards... we did promise  someone a ride to the ceremony as well.” Chohee eyes Jungkook through the rear-view mirror. “Plus, we haven’t had any breakfast yet sooo…” Your new passenger uncharacteristically nods with unbridled enthusiasm. Huh.

“Totally not an issue at all. If you don’t mind, breakfast is on me,” he announces, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. You raise a freshly threaded eyebrow. There is no way this kid is actually offering to pay for your food. Jungkook clears his throat quietly, “Um...since you guys offered me a ride...you know…” 

Without even having to look at each other, you just know you and Chohee have similar smiles plastered on each of your faces. “Well,” Chohee makes a quick glance at the man seated at the back, “if you insist, Jungkook-ssi. How nice of you to do so.” 

You’re positive Jeon Jungkook will regret he even offered - in half an hour. Probably less. 

Just recently, Chohee has decided to relive an old hobby of hers: teasing you relentlessly with men clearly way out of your league until you actually end up investing much more time than intended (just as planned by Chohee) - until you come to the realization that there wasn’t going to be even the slightest chance of them even liking you back. End point is - you end up getting heartbroken for irrational reasons. 

Chohee, whose eyes sparkle with mirth with every mention of the Jimin, continues her teasing, despite your constant reminders to have her energy and time diverted to another subject, instead of poking her head through your currently non-existent love life. 

It’s an undisputed fact that Jimin is a cutie and quite the charmer, especially with his heroic deed of saving your sorry ass from getting your drinked spiked at the bar. However, there is a part of you that knows the slightest bit of infatuation you might feel or might have felt for Jimin was probably caused by the lack of interaction with men for the majority of your collegiate life. Of course, you always came back to your principles, that of which is prioritizing your career to shun love interests. 

Admittedly, you might have gotten distracted once, but you won’t ever let that happen again. 

In line with your best friend’s attempt to have you score a date and a boyfriend eventually, (her timeline, not yours!)Chohee had even gone so far as offering Jimin a ride to the oath taking ceremony that’s going to be held today at the Coex convention center at Gangnam. 

With Jimin’s apartment just a couple of blocks away from the gasoline station, you spot him right away when Chohee turns right into the corner. He’s stood by the entrance of his apartment building, looking effortlessly attractive as he scrolls through his phone while waiting. 

Chohee presses her fist lightly against the center of the wheel, the car emitting a soft honk to get Jimin’s attention. Jimin gives a curt wave in acknowledgment and reaches between his legs to grab his satchel. As soon as Jimin opens the car door, his head jolts slightly backward in surprise when he sees another passenger already inside. 

Chohee does the ice-breaker, introducing Jungkook to Jimin while she drives off. “Just before we got to your place, we had to fill the tank first and whaddya know? Met Jungkook at the gas station too! His bike broke down and I’ve offered him a ride - ergo, your new seatmate.” She adds a thumbs up. “Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin.” 

Contrary to Chohee’s cheerful voice mere seconds ago, awkward silence ensues after the two men bow to each other in greeting. The only subject of sanity the car was holding onto was the soft voice of Chohee’s navigation app coming from her phone on the dashboard. 

Why was it so hard to talk when you’ve all got at least a few things in common? 

Right, maybe it’s the fact that Jimin may or may not have known about your beef with Jeon Jungkook. Chohee’s doing, obviously. 

Thankfully, you spot a Burger King joint along the way and propose getting a greasy breakfast instead of looking for other options. There are murmurs of agreement heard in the suddenly cramped space of your best friend’s car. “Jungkook-ssi, breakfast still on you, yeah?” Chohee asks, joining the queue. 

“Uh…yeah-” 

“Perfect! Just making sure because _________ and I are famished!” Okay - that wasn’t exactly the word you were looking for, but if it gets you the free meal, then you’re absolutely ravenous. Chohee’s eyes briefly pass yours before sending a wink in Jungkook’s direction. “How ‘bout you Jimin-ssi? You hungry?” 

He looks at you, then Chohee, then at Jungkook. “I’m fine, I’m not hungry.” You see Jungkook trying painfully hard to not let his eyes dart around too much. Just then,  a low rumble erupts from Jimin’s stomach. Woops. Your brain can dictate your emotions but tummy would never lie outright. 

“Jimin-ssi!” Jungkook clasps a hand on the blond’s shoulder. “It’s fine! Breakfast is on me. Order up, bro!” 

With Jimin still looking hesitant, Jungkook decides to add a little fairy dust to his encouragement, “think of it as a mini celebration of us finally getting to be licensed doctors in a few hours!” Jimin gives in with very evident reluctance, even offering to pay for the whole group instead at one point. 

Your swear you see hesitation cross Jungkook’s eyes briefly, but you’re glad he’s a man of honor, even if it be for this particular instance only, firmly dismissing Jimin’s proposal. Which is perfect, honestly, because  this time you get a chance at revenge and a very hearty breakfast. 

“No crumbs on the floor, please!” 

From the backseat, you see Jungkook eyeing your paper bags on yours and Chohee’s laps, face stoic as ever. Emphasis on bags. A little more concentration and Jungkook can pretty much send lasers blasting through his eyes with the way he’s scrutinizing your orders. 

As shameless as it sounds, you and Chohee were never ones to back out of a free meal - and make the most out of it, especially when one had offered so nicely. So imagine Jungkook’s reaction when he and Jimin only got a Whopper meal and you and Chohee get upgraded full meals. 

“Doesn’t seem like we’re the ones who should be worrying about crumbs…” Jungkook mutters, taking a bite of his fry that’s a little too harsh for a slice of a poor fried potato. 

“You say something Jungkook?” Chohee queries, unabashedly letting out a small burp after taking a sip of her chocolate flavored milkshake. Bowing his head, Jimin tries to hide his smile as he takes a bite of his burger. You decide to step in, wanting to add a little more MSG to your breakfast menu this fine morning. 

“Hey Chee, heard of the news last Monday? There had been recent occurrences of drivers kicking out their passengers in the middle of the expressway, especially this road in particular… talk about some zombie apocalypse shenanigans...I wonder why though…” 

Jungkook clears his throat, addressing you this time. “Your strawberry milkshake...good, yeah?” With cheeks flushed, Jungkook dares not to look forward, murmuring his regrets over ordering more food next time. 

You nod with genuine gusto, throwing him an additional thumbs-up, which only causes Jungkook to sulk slightly in his seat. You eat the rest of your food with a bright smile. Ah, free food - what else is there to say? 

“If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.” 

After reading the Hippocratic oath, the newly declared licensed medical doctors collectively put their hands down and take their seats. There is an immediate sense of fulfillment heavy in the air. Nobody can blame them - not when one has gruelled through six years of medical school. 

Jungkook inhales deeply, yet he still feels like he’s out of breath. 

He draws in another long one, savoring each second of exhale afterwards. From his peripheral vision, Jungkook watches you as you wave endlessly to the someone on the far right where the family and relatives are seated. Though he can’t see much from afar, with the way your hands are moving slower by the second, he figures you’ve already managed to catch the attention of whoever it is you were waving at. 

Jungkook diverts his eyes somewhere else, eventually landing on the stage where he sees his own father, standing behind the podium as he gives - what people beside him would consider - a ‘motivational’ speech in front of all the new doctors of Korea. 

He wonders if he could even see him, if he knew that his own son actually made it through college, if he realized that they were under the same roof at this very moment - an occurrence he never thought would happen again. 

Jungkook reverts his eyes back to you, watching you in secret as you talk to yourself while trying to address someone else. So you were waving to your parents after all. Cute. The man couldn’t fight back the small smile etching onto his face.  

He was happy for you - a genuine statement, even though majority, if not all, your encounters consist of you both bickering like small kids… And yet, he can’t deny the strong feeling of envy brewing at his heart, knowing that he could never have the same type of interaction you had with your parents, with how tight you all seem. 

Jungkook felt sick. Even though you ordered twice as much as he did, he felt like throwing up. He wanted this ceremony to be over with already.

Much to Jungkook’s relief, the program ends shortly after that. Excited to greet and congratulate the new batch of doctors, people from all sides of the venue rush to the entrance. With literally nowhere else to go, Jungkook decides to follow you through the crowd, in the hopes that you’ll lead him to Chohee and Jimin so he could properly thank them for the ride and he could be on his way. 

He’s surprised to not see you the least bothered by it, but then again, the convention center is packed with both the oath-takers and their relatives, so you might have really not known that he’s been following you all along. 

Like usual, it’s Chohee who notices him first. This girl is everywhere, all the time. 

“Jungkook, you’re here!” 

Chohee's acknowledgement of his presence causes you to turn in your heel quickly to verify it. You stare at him briefly, opening your mouth as if to say something when someone calls out your name.  “Mom!! Dad!!” 

Your English call causes a few onlookers and Jungkook recalls somebody once pointing out that you were a foreigner - and that you were also the first one to finish at the top of the class at SNU. 

With Chohee’s parents tailing yours, they rush to their own daughter, congratulating her with a hug and a cute bouquet of tulips. As Jimin appears with his own party not too long afterwards, Jungkook figures it’s his cue to leave. At this rate, none of you would have noticed if he actually left. 

Just as Jungkook was about to take off, a small hand grabs his wrist. You’re looking up at him and he swears he sees your lips curve upward a little before dragging him back to your little group. Stunned as ever, Jungkook wonders if he hinted on a little bit of concern in your features… and you smiled at him! For the first time! At least that’s what he thought he saw. 

Admittedly, all interactions between you and him were not the most friendly. Jungkook knew he acted like a dick a couple of times, but it’s the only way he knows that might allow you to lower your guard because the only thing he was certain of was that you get worked up every time you see him. 

Regardless of whether or not it really was a smile, Jungkook finds himself standing in the midst of this gathering of some sort. “Moms, Dads, this is Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.” 

The moms suddenly gush over them, while their fathers eye the two younger men warily. “Are you?… you’re not…” Chohee’s mother nudges her husband a little too obviously. “If they are, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?” she grits, a bright smile plastered on her face. Jungkook wanted to laugh at the uncanny resemblance with her daughter. 

“Oh what young fine men you are! Mrs. Park, you must be very proud of your son!” Your mother exclaims, resting her cheek on her palm. “But Jungkook-ssi, your parents must be lost then… my husband and I couldn’t figure out how this whole convention center works either…” 

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, lips pursed. “Oh. Um, my parents won’t make it today. They’re very busy people…” Jungkook drags his words, hoping they’ll drop the subject. 

Well, they did, but there was an inevitable pregnant pause after that - one which Jungkook was avoiding in the first place. Chohee’s mother clasps her hands together, breaking the awkward tension. “Uh - would you like to join us then? A little celebration for a memorable day?” 

Jungkook bows his head curtly and declines the offer. He wanted to, but he knows it’ll only do more damage to the wound. “It’s okay, Ma’am. I still have quite a lot of things to do today, like getting my motorcycle fixed.” Jungkook nods to Chohee and the girl briefly recalls how they got to the venue together. 

Jungkook doesn’t take long after that, bidding his goodbye to everyone and thanking Chohee for the ride that morning. “Well, I’ll be going now. __________-ssi, Chohee-ssi, Jimin-ssi, guess I’ll….see you when I see you.” 

“See you when we see you then,” you reply and Jungkook swears it’s an actual smile on your face this time. He returns the action and gets on his way, hoping that he really does get to see you all another time.

© joontier 2021

[taeslovehandles]

The commercial - Shortstory

It had been quite a while since Seokjin was able to enjoy his games freely. Play long into the night while trying to win against Yoongi and Jimin that had picked up Teamfight Tactics because of him.

The lockdown was annoying, mostly because the members couldn't see their fans at all, but it also meant more freetime. All the members were finally able to pick up hobbies and activities they hadn't been able to do with their fully packed schedules.

It was great and most of the group actually spend time with their families or meeting friends. Seokjin however played games. A lot of them. All day and all night. He had ordered takeout and drank lots of soda. Taehyung and Jungkook often came by to eat and play together and sometimes Hoseok would visit with cupcakes and new receipts for his Hyung to try.

The year went by quickly and with it came changes. Heavy changes. Sitting all day without exercising and constantly stuffing your face had it's toll. And it was showing.

-Knock Knock-

Nothing. Seokjin didn't hear ithe knock. He was too panicked finding jeans that still fit him.

"Hyung?"

A shirt landed on Namjoons face.

"Hyung what are you doing in here?!"

"Joonie...Joonie I'm having some issues okay? Look." He pulled his way too tight shirt up to reveal a proud and sagging belly with wide and thick love handles. But the most prominent feature was his wide bubblebutt. It was massive.

"Oh."

"This is a bigger problem that a simple 'Oh' Joonie. These were my fat jeans Joonie. My fat jeans won't go over my thighs!"

That was a problem. But Namjoon couldn't shake the thought away how unbelievably hot his Hyung looked like that. To his demise his reddened cheeks couldn't either.

"Uhm... That is an issue but... I actually came here to ask if you read the group chat for the new schedule?"

"No. As you may have noticed I got bigger problems right now." Massive problems.

Namjoon bit his lips. "Well..."

"What is it?" Seokjin tried once more to get his tight shirt over his belly. It didn't even cover half of it. Good god he really let himself go.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his head. "Well the news you're about to hear won't be good ones then."

"Just tell me already. It can't be worse than this." He gestured to his body as he slightly jumped up and down. Everything jiggled. God Namjoon was glad he was wearing wide sweatpants and a hoodie to cover his erection.

"Well. The company accepted a new agency and we are having a shooting tomorrow for a commercial clip."

"Oh." Now it was Seokjin that said it. His eyes widened as his brain slowly realized what that meant. "Oh my fucking god. This is..."

"Bad?"

"Terribly bad. Shit. What am I supposed to do now Joonie!?" Seokjin truly panicked now. He had nothing to wear. How was he even. Fuck.

"Suits."

"What?"

"They told us to wear suits for the shooting. That's all I know." Namjoons red cheeks were still pronounced on his face. He only eyed Seokjins rare like five times.

"Oh god. I can't wear my suit though?"

"Well-" And Namjoon hated himself for suggesting something that was obvious but he was literally drooling over Seokjins wide ass. "Maybe your suit still fits? You should try it. The fabric is more stretchy. You didn't gain that much." He did. Seokjin looked like a version that ate Seokjin. Each asscheek as big as one curled up Seokjin. No way was the man gonna fit in his old suit. But Namjoon couldn't help himself. He needed to see this.

"No I haven't tried them on yet. Let's see." Rummaging through his closet, Seokjin pulled his black suit out and held it over his body. "And you really think -that- still fits in there?" He grabbed part of his jiggly big butt.

"It might be a bit tight but it should fit." Why was Namjoon like that. It wouldn't fit. Not in a million years.

"Alright then let's try it. Nothing to lose."

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A disaster. It had been a disaster. Not only did Seokjin rip the button of his pants but also ripped his entire shirt open at the seams. And if that hadn't been bad enough the poor man also ended up splitting his pants in the process of hunching over to pick up the popped button from the ground, presenting Namjoon with his wonderful underwear. An underwear that had also been too small revealing a big asscrack. Great.

-sniff-

"What am I supposed to do now Joonie?" Seokjins eyes looked teary. He was about to burst into tears.

"Hey shh. It's okay. I know a shop that basically lives off of situations like this."

"People getting too fat for their suits?"

Namjoon pinched Seokjins nose. "No dummy. People that need a custom tailord suit within 24h. I'll call them and we buy you a new one for tomorrow okay?"

Rubbing his nose Seokjin looked hopeful now. "Okay...Thank you Jonnie. You are a life saver."

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The suit had been made with ease and Seokjin looked presentable for the shooting the next day. Namjoon had been nice enough to inform the other members about their Hyungs 'weight struggles' and asked them to be scincere as well as to not mention it around him or stare too much.

But it was hard not to stare. The man that entered the shooting was huge. Seokjin had really packed on the pounds this past year. So much that his butt had touched the door frame on both sides slightly. The members did not mentioned his weight gain nor did they stare. At least not when Seokjin was looking.

"Hey guys. Sooo does anyone know what this shooting is for? What commercial are we filming?" Seokjin asks curious but also a bit embarrassed. No one had said anything about his new figure yet. He was glad they didn't but he still felt out of place.

"Hyundai is revealing their new S Class and we will be the new ambassadors for them. It's a huge deal apparently." Yoongi answers.

"Oh. Okay. Cars. No that's. That's cool." Seokjin was starting to sweat. He hadn't sat in a car for a year and didn't know if he would even fit in one anymore.

"Do you know if we-"

"Alright guys. Please come over here and stand infront of the car. I want three of you sitting down and the other four standing around it please." The director yells from across the room.

Standing. Seokjin would definitely stand. He scooted next to Namjoon on the left side of the car to slightly lean against it. Somehow look cooler.

The director looked at them and took some test shots before directing them for multiple different shots. Some with everyone walking toward the camera. Some with units of two to three and Seokjin really thought he would be able to finish this without getting into any uncomfortable situations. He thought that too soon.

"Alright. I will be taking action unit shots now. I want Mr.Kim and Mr.Park for this one please. Just stand next to the car for now please."

Seokjin did as he was told until the director kept rubbing his beard. "Mhmm actually. Can Mr.Kim please sit inside the car and get out after Mr.Park says his line?"

"Sure." Oh god Oh god Oh god no why please. At first Seokjin kept calm. He opened the door and sat inside. Or more so let his heft pull him into the tiny seat. His belly was in the way and he couldn't close the door because of it but the director seemed to like the casual look of Seokjin only sitting halfway in it with his legs outside.

Jimin said his line and then it was over. Seokjin tried to get up and out of the seat but his butt wouldn't budge. He tried again. Nothing.

Jimin whispered. "What are you doing. Get up?"

"I can't." Seokjin whispered back. "I'm stuck." Oh this was a nightmare. How in the world was Seokjin supposed to get out of this with his pride in tact?

"Cut." The director glanced at Seokjin when he spoke more firmly. "Mr.Kim is there a problem?"

"Oh uhm. No. It's just." He laughed akwardly. "You see. I really like this car and I was thinking maybe I could just keep sitting in it for this tape?"

The director cocked his brow as he obviously looked the man up and down.

"I agree!" Jimin came to his rescue. "Wouldn't it be a more dynamic shot if Seokjin keeps sitting and me walking toward him as I say my line? That way the car would be more in the focus." Jimin you smart son of a bitch. Seokjin truly loved his members.

"Mhmm. Alright let's try it!" The director sat back on his chair and Jimin winked at Seokjin before leaving to get ready for his walking scene.

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It was a blast. The scene looked good and right after Jimins and Seokjins shot they switched to another car color with Namjoon and Hoseok. This gave everyone else time to figure out how to get Seokjin out of that damn car.

"Wait don't pull on my suit! It's gonna rip!"

"Hyung we need to grab you somewhere though. " Taehyung pouts.

"Yah. Less talking more pushing." Yoongi had climbed onto the front seat and was pushing into Seokjins butt to somehow get him free.

"This isn't working." Jimin states.

"It would work if you'd help me push or pull him." Yoongi was out of breath. But not giving up.

God Seokjin just wanted to disappear into the ground and never come back out again. His members hands were everywhere on him. Squishing his fat without succeeding in getting him out. He had never felt so embarrassed.

It took them 15 minutes until they finally managed to pull him out of the car seat. Unfortunately Seokjin had somehow managed to press one side of his butt against the steering wheel and the hall was filled with a loud honk.

Whoever had been busy and not staring at the members did now. And Seokjin was standing there with his jacket open and a ridden up shirt that revealed his jiggly lover belly as well as wide hips poking out of his pants.

He stood there and laughed akwardly. He had to diet. He'd start tomorrow. Or maybe in a few days.

[gamergirl-niffler]

In Sickness And In Health

Sooo!

One day I go super inspired by THIS WONDERFUL ART

So I forced m wonderful and only @arthurbristow​ to write that idea with me. He was wonderful Rafe!

This just sweet fluff of our Angry ball of Rage - Rafe Adler and Sam :3

Hope you all will enjoy it!

Gif belongs to THIS PERSON  I had to add it this way bc tumblr IS A ASSHOLE! and every time I add gif from GIFs option he doens’t save them. LIke BOOOM it’s magically gone!

Maybe it was stupid. No, it was obviously stupid.

Rafe was a maniac, a psycho, he was ready to murder whoever was in his way to the treasure. Despite this, Sam felt bad for Adler. He was just blinded by the whole glory of the treasure, that's all. Sam knew the feeling.

After a few moments of silence, Sam knocked at the big, wooden once again, and still without a response. That was weird, he visited this place when he worked for Rafe. There was a nice, older lady that took care of the whole place and opened the door, always.

Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he wasn't here? Maybe he went to some fancy and expensive clinic to recover? Drake wanted to turn on his hill and leave but he decided to try a doorknob. The door opened and this was a big surprise.

Sam walked inside to take a look.

The mansion was empty, there was no one inside. There was no alive nor dead soul around.

Did Rafe move out after this failed treasure hunting?

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He thought he had heard some strange sounds - he couldn't localizate them though. He wasn't even sure whether they were real nor his mind was tricking him.

He tried to roll on his side but realized his back was resting against the cold wall.

Finally, with all of his might, he sat on the floor and rolled his head back, resting it against the wall as well. "Help," he mumbled, not being sure if any soul has heard him.

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Okay, there was a voice that meant that someone was here. The voice sounded quiet and really weak but it certainly was a male voice.

Sam went in the direction of the voice.

Good thing that the mansion was empty so it was easy to locate the poor soul that needed help.

He stopped in front of Rafe, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. Sam was shocked seeing Adler in such a state.

"Holy shit, Rafe. The hell happened to you?," He asked with a frown, approaching the other man carefully.

With barely opened eyes, Rafe tried to snort. "Are.... Ya... Kiddin'.... Me.... Drake?," he stammered weakly.

"You recognize me, that's a good thing. I hope," Sam helped Rafe get back on his feet. "C'mon, we will go to put you down and take a look at these wounds." Sam found Adler's bedroom easily, after all it was the biggest room in the whole house. After placing this wounded bundle of rage on bed, Sam looked around. "Okay. Now you stay here and I will go find an aid kit. I think I know where you have one."

Looking for the kit took a few minutes, but to Sam's surprise, he found few. Maybe it was Adler who was paranoid about his safety or the poor servants were simply ready for every occasion.

After returning to the bedroom Sam took a look at his former enemy. "Are you still with me?"

But Rafe was long unconscious. His breath was shallow, his chest was barely moving, his lips parted like he was about to gasp for air.

"Let's hope you won't die on me here. I am not keen on experiencing such a thing again. Hold on and I will take a look at you... even if after all of this I should just let you bleed to death," Sam said, sitting on the bed.

After removing Rafe's shirt Sam hissed at the simple view of his injuries. It was more than obvious that he did not take care of them even a little bit. Thankfully older Drake knew that to do, he had to patch himself up too many times.

The burning pain from hydrogen peroxide woke Rafe up a little; he let out a loud hiss and cursed a few times, fisting the sheets. "Leave me alooooneee...," he growled.

"If I leave you, you will die and you ain't dying today, I assure you. So shut up and let me work," Sam muttered, not stopping his attempt on cleaning the wounds to later try and stitch the bigger ones.

"It hurts you fucker, leave me alone!," Rafe tried to hit Sam's shoulder.

"It wouldn't hurt that much if you'd take care of them properly," Sam explained and looked at Rafe. A few days ago Adler was wielding the sword like a pro and now he didn't even have enough strength to really hit. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Rafe's hand, stopping him with ease. "You move again and I will tie you up to the headboard so I can do my thing," he warned.

"I'll start screaming, Drake," Adler warned, "And I have a loud voice though..."

He hated every second of Sam's presence in his mansions, in his room. Drake thought too much of himself. He wasn't a fucking nurse and he should simply call 911.

"Try it and I will gag you. I have experience in this," Sam hummed and looked at Rafe to wink at him. "Now, stay still or I swear I will knock you out to finish my job."

Rafe stopped shifting and laid there quietly, without whimpering and other sounds.

"Thank you. You see, it's not that hard," Sam chuckled and continued doing his thing. Maybe an hour later he was done. It for sure wasn't perfect but it was enough to help Rafe.

Sam looked at Rafe's chest wrapped in a bandage. "I will have to keep my eye on it. The change will be needed later, I will do this. You will have a chance to take a quick bath before putting on a fresh bandage.," Drake muttered, scratching his cheek.

"I'm not going to spend any more minutes with you. You bursted into my house like it was yours, ok, I'll forgive it," Rafe growled, he was fully awake by then. "You tried to help, nice. You did. Now you can leave. I can handle, happen to be the big boy."

"Big boy who didn't get the treasure, almost bled to death in his own mansion, probably lost everyone that worked for him and is kinda tied up to bed because I bet a hundred bucks that he won't be able to get up and at least walk to the door," Sam said and went to sit in the armchair near the bed. He pulled his cigarettes out and lighted one up, placing it between his lips. "Proof me I am wrong and I will go," Sam dared.

Rafe didn't respond to Sam's words; he got up and immediately pressed hand to his abdomen, hissing loudly, gasping as well.

Trying to pretend he's fine, he tried to walk to the door but after a few steps he simply sank to his knees and sat on the floor. "Don't you dare to smoke inside," he threw the older man a cold glance.

"Or what? You will crawl up here and bite me in the ankle?" Sam chuckled, looking at Rafe who was sitting on the floor. "Comfortable? I thought you could walk," Samuel hummed, mocking Rafe a little.

"Shut up and if you want to smoke, get outside on the balcony."

Sam smiled and got up from his seat to carefully pull Rafe up back to his feet then placed him back on the bed. "Try to not mess up your stitches when I am gone," Sam winked and went on the balcony to finish his cigarette.

Rafe put his head on the pillow and screamed in it, then gasped and rolled to his back, lying motionless on his king-sized bed.

After throwing away the end of the cigarette, Sam returned inside and looked at Rafe. "How do you feel?," He asked, flopping on the armchair.

"Be extremely careful when you sit on my favourite armchair," Rafe growled through clenched teeth. "Oh, so you want to talk about emotions!," Adler snorted and shook his head, hissing. "Let's talk then! Samuel Drake, the brother of sweet, charming, legendary Nathan Drake visits me and nurses me like a fucking baby! He orders me in my fucking mansion! I'm feeling fucking great!"

Sam blinked surprised, watching Rafe barked out all the words. He looked like a tied up animal that tried to be loud for the sake of being loud. It was annoying but it also was obvious that Rafe was kinda mad. "Well, I asked how do you feel after me taking care of your neglected wounds but I will take 'feeling fucking great' and I don't order you. You can do whatever you want," Sam shrugged.

"You came to watch me suffer, it's a victory, isn't it? Now you're free to go," Rafe grunted and rolled to his side.

"No. I came to check if you are fine, seeing that you are not I decided to help you," Sam answered, reaching for the book that was laying next to him. "If I would like to see you suffer, I would watch you bleed out to death and wouldn't bother to move nor touch you."

"Why are you touching my book?"

"Because I wanted to have a look," Sam flipped through the book and stopped at a random page to read it.

"You're still having my book in your hand. Have you at least washed them? No, of course, why would you care about washing hands. The bacterias will be distributed around here now," Rafe gasped. "Bring me water."

Sam rolled his eyes and went to get Rafe the water he requested.

By the time Sam came back, Rafe was already sleeping.

Sam smiled and shook his head, he pulled the blanket over the other man and then returned to the armchair. After placing the glass on the counter, Sam took the book again and started to read it. He was mentally ready for a long night, wanting to make sure that bundle of rage will make it through the night.

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He didn't know how much time passed. He woke up covered in cold sweat; the fresh shirt he wore was soaked at the collar and on the back. He shivered. "Samuel?," He felt an urge to scream yet he cooled himself down. "Samuel? Are you here still? Samuel, I fucking need you."

"I am coming!," Sam yelled walking into the room. Before Rafe even woke up, Sam could see his state; he was tossing and turning in bed as much as his body let him, it was obvious that he got a fever. High one for sure, so Drake decided to go and find a thermometer and it wasn't easy in this big house. "So now you need me, huh?," He teased, handing Rafe the little device. "I bet you know how to use it, right?"

Rafe slipped the thermometer under his tongue and nodded head. "Mhm," he mumbled.

"Good boy. I am proud," Sam joked, petting Rafe on the head.

Rafe grinned only and almost bit through the thermometer.

Sam sat down on the bed and waited just like Rafe did.

Rafe was trying to run his glance off Sam but he couldn't. "Seriously? Yourgh.... Glaaaaayin...," He mumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand. "Is that better?"

Rafe almost choked with laughter. "Way baaaattaaa."

"Great! I am glad to hear it, just give me the thing when you are done. After we know how high the fever is I will think what to do," Sam explained, waving his other hand around while the other stayed on his eyes.

Rafe laid quietly for the rest of the necessary time. Once the thermometer started beeping, a younger man poked Drake's ribs.

Sam jumped, surprised by this action. "Hey! Don't do that," He said and then took the thermometer from Refe. "Holly shit. Okay. That's high," Sam muttered. "You have 39° of fever."

"So what now, Mr Nurse?," Rafe asked.

"I am going to put a wet, cold towel on your forehead and I will go dig through your cabinets to find some meds. If I won't find any, I will have to go buy some," He shrugged.

"Don't leave.... I mean, they're in the cabinet, in the bathroom downstairs. Brown, little bottle with pills," Rafe quickly instructed.

Sam nodded. "Okay. I will prepare the towel there." He went to the bathroom downstairs. There he found a clean towel and put it into cold water. After that he looked for the bottle with pills. When Sam was fully ready, he returned upstairs. "Here, this should make you feel better," Drake said softly, placing a folded towel on the other man's forehead. Shortly after that, he prepared meds and water.

Rafe took the pills like a good boy would, he swallowed them with water and placed head back on the pillow. "Thank you," he whispered simply and closed his eyes, enjoying the coldness of the towel on his forehead.

Sam smiled softly and sat next to Rafe on the bed. "I will sit here to keep an eye on you. Sorry for looking at you but I need to make sure it won't get worse."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand," Rafe mumbled and closed his eyes. "Good night, Samuel. Sweet dreams about your baby brother you had lied to."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Good night and sweet dreams about treasure you had lost."

Rafe slept calmly till the morning

Sam stayed up as long as he could keep his eyes open.

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First sun rays hot his face gently so he slowly opened his eyes, yawning like a little kitten. Rafe frowned a little as he felt something like a rumbling next to his ear. He opened eyes wider and paled: he was hugged to Samuel Drake's side, Rafe's arm wrapped around another man's chest. Adler looked down and recognized the sound - probably Drake was hungry.

Sam hummed and mumbled in his sleep. He was watching over Rafe for many hours, until he was too tired to sit. Wrapping arms around Rafe, Sam nuzzled to his neck. He didn't really care if this was a dream or if he really hugged someone. Just the warmth was so nice.

Rafe's eyes got wider. He tried to sneak out of the older man's grasp yet he was too weak to perform this. "Samuel. Samuel, halo? It's not funny," Rafe tried to struggle but soon he gave up and put his head to Samuel's chest. "What's happened to my life?," He whispered to himself.

Sam only pulled Rafe even closer, hugging tightly but not tight enough to hurt him more.

Rafe relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the other body next to him.

"I would never say you like to cuddle," Sam said quietly with his hoarse voice. His hand gently rubbed circles on Rafe's back.

Younger man didn't respond as he fell asleep again in the arms of Sam.

"Yes. You are a cuddler," Sam hummed and kissed Rafe's forehead, checking if he still had a fever by this action.

Rafe tightened his hug around Sam's waist and mumbled something; his bangs went messy.

_____________

It was at least half a month since Sam kinda broke into Rafe's house.

Half a month since Sam found Rafe bleeding and forced him into recovery under his wings.

"I think that's it. Everything healed nicely, without any complications. Bruises are gone and you build up strength," Sam said with a little shrug, he was honestly really happy with Rafe's recovery. "Guess it's time for me to go."

Rafe who came to the kitchen was putting his favourite black t-shirt on, presenting his well built abs with some scars to Sam. "I told you that you can stay, Drake. The house is huge enough for us two."

Sam smiled, looking at Rafe. "Oh I know that but I remember how much you wanted me to go and leave you alone. You tried to hit me. So, I don't want to stay longer than you can tolerate me."

"I don't mind you here, I thought I made myself clear on this matter before," Rafe said and sat at the table.

"By hitting me or biting me this one time. I still have your fucking teeth mark on my shoulder," Sam muttered.

"Sorry not sorry, dear, sometimes emotions are over your control," Rafe replied smoothly. "So what? Will you stay?"

Sam chuckled. "Emotions. You are just a fucking animal, that's all," Drake pretended to roll his eyes but smiled soom. "And what will I get for staying here?"

Rafe furrowed his brows and stretched his back lightly. He got up, walked to Sam and briefly kissed his cheek. "Is that a good fee? Are you happy now? If yes, take my card and go to the shop, we're running out of Pringles and beer.

Sam laughed and got up to grab Rafe and kiss him deeply, slipping his tongue into Adler's mouth. "Be back in half an hour. Send me the full shopping list via Text," Sam hummed after pulling away.

Rafe ran hand through his bangs that fell into his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, cool down a little with showing your affection, I know you more than like me, Samuel."

After one more quick kiss, Sam grabbed Rafe’s wallet and went to shop.

When Drake left the mansion, Rafe took a seat at the table again and smiled to himself. It was the very first time in a while when he felt purely happy.

[minghaocouture]

Wednesday, again?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun X Reader Genre: Comedy, Light Fluff, Soulmate AU Waring: Suggestive themes, drinking, mentions of one night stands WC: 2k+ Tag List: @princessthotty​ @tleeee​ @samemagicpoint​

Prompt: If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

A/N: ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i usually don’t write suggestive stuff so i’m sorry if that part seems a bit brushed over lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Growing up, you were a big fan of soulmates. After all, your parents were soulmates and so were their parents, it was a magical thing to think about. That there was one person out there who was just...meant for you! 

But as you grew, you never found your connection. Some people had timers, others had strings, some had words, but you had nothing. Nothing to point you in the direction of your intended. It was disheartening.

You did your best to stay optimistic, after all some people didn’t get their soulmark until they were 18 or even 20, but you could always feel that lingering fear in the back of your mind. 

Now here you were, in your mid twenties and in college, yet not sign of a soulmate or any kind of soulmark. At least until now.

“I swear to God if I have to sit through this lecture one more time I will legit fight someone.” You muttered, clinging onto your best friend, Handong, as she dragged you inside the classroom, laughing as she did. Obviously she wasn’t nearly as irritated as you. 

After all this was going to be her first time dealing with this lecture, meanwhile you were on your...twelfth replay? 

Sure twelve didn’t seem like much when it was just a lecture but this was the twelfth time you had experienced this day, down to the smallest detail...everything was the same. Almost two weeks of nothing really changing was starting to drive you crazy. At first, you would explain what was happening to Handong, telling her everyday that you were repeating everything. The two of you had eventually figured out that it was your soulmark, and so you set out to find whoever your soulmate might be in hopes of ending the loop. After a week with no results, you stopped telling her about your situation.

So now here you were, sitting in your lecture hall...getting ready to listen to your professor drone on and on about history. You had to admit that Professor Byun was hot and funny, but not one was hot or funny enough to make you okay with this. 

Taking your usual seat, you dropped your head onto your desk fully prepared to sleep your way through this lecture. That was the best thing about being stuck in the same day, the trouble you got into only lasted for that day. Everything would reset again tomorrow. 

“Are you going to Jooheon’s party tomorrow? I heard that DJ H.One is gonna make an appearance!” 

Of course, you unfortunately already knew this. You’d tried going to the party a few times during your repeats, but nothing ever came of it. Okay that’s a lie, you got to make out with the hot DJ, so there was that, but nothing soulmate wise happened.

“ ‘m not going.” Your voice muffled as you refused to remove your head from the table to look at her. You could practically feel her pouting as she stared at your slumped over frame. 

“Well, now you’re not getting a choice. I’ll drag you there if I have to!” She declared. You heard rustling as she pulled out her supplies, getting ready to take notes for the day. “I really don’t get what’s up with you today. You were fine yesterday, did you just sleep wrong or something?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. All the same thing.” 

Before she could question you, the door slammed shut, signalling the entrance of Professor Byun and the start of your lecture for the day. 

***

“I can not believe you actually dragged me here.” You groaned, downing a shot of alcohol and fixing your best friend with a pointed glare. Once again, nothing had changed here. The guests were the exact same ones you had seen every other time you had come to this obscenely crowded party. 

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. If it had been any other day you probably would have freaked out, but this hadn’t changed either, so you didn’t even flinch at the unknown arm around you. 

“Please get your arm off me, Minhyuk.” You muttered, eyes not bothering to turn to face the male to your side, not even as you heard Handong greet him as well. 

Minhyuk was a good guy, sometimes a little loud but overall a good guy. You had a few classes with him back in high school and just so happened to enroll in the same college, so he was probably the closest you had to a childhood friend. 

And he was obviously already very drunk.

He leaned further towards you, causing you to stumble a bit because of his weight, before he began going into the same whining spiel he went into every time you were dragged to this party. Handong’s attention was always enough to satisfy him, so you just tuned him out and continued to watch the rest of the room. Debating on if you were gonna try and make out with the DJ again, he was a good kisser at least. 

Glancing across the room towards the small set up that this dude, you think his name was actually Hyungwon, was chatting it up with a dude you didn’t quite recognize. Which was...strange, at this point you didn’t think that was possible since everything would play out the same everyday and...nothing had changed today. Except for this guy that was now talking to the cute DJ. 

Shaking Minhyuk’s arm off of your shoulders and ignoring his whines of protest as you left, making a beeline for the other side of the room. The new guy didn’t really look like he was here for a party, what with his rather soft looking sweater and fluffy brown hair. 

Once you got close enough, Hyungwon fixed you with a rather bored look. 

“I don’t take-”

“Requests, yeah I know.” Cutting him off, you focused your attention on the new guy. Upon closer inspection he was pretty short, especially compared to Hyungwon who was basically a walking string bean. You couldn’t lie, he was definitely handsome though. 

“Who are you?” It was probably a rude way of asking but, this dude wouldn’t remember this tomorrow...well today, once tomorrow was today again. Once that happened, how you spoke today wouldn’t matter. 

The male stared at you, looking almost baffled as he did so and you noticed light bags under his eyes, a sign that this guy probably wasn’t sleeping properly. Sucks that he was stuck like this, at least he was unaware that he was trapped in this annoyingly never ending time loop because of you and your stupid soulmate. After a second or so the male turned his head to check and see if there was anyone behind him that you could have possibly been talking to, the look of utter confusion still on his face. 

“Are you talking to me?” He questioned once his gaze returned to you. You noticed that he was now adjusting so that he stood a bit taller, probably attempting to seem more intimidating as he stared you down. 

“Yeah, i already met that one,” pointing your thumb towards Hyungwon, who wasn’t really paying attention to either of you anymore. “You’re new though.” 

“Say you, this is my house. So I’m pretty sure you would be considered the new one here.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t too sure, but it almost felt like he was sizing you up. You had to stop yourself from snorting in laughter at the almost incredulous look on his face. 

“Well I’ve never seen you before, sooo you’re new.” 

“He’s a homebody who hides in his room during parties.” The two of you glanced over at Hyungwon, who had decided to speak up once again. The shorter male let out a gasp of indignation, and almost looked like he was about to stomp his foot. “Now can you two take your flirting away from my set up? You’re killing my vibe.” 

Now that hand you bursting at the seams, holding your stomach as the other male yelled at Hyungwon, something about respecting his elders and such. Hyungwon seemed pretty unbothered by it and just grinned a bit, making a shooing motion with his hands before he returned his attention to his set up. 

“You heard the man, let’s go hamster boy.” You reached over and grabbed his forearm and began dragging the male towards the kitchen, where you might be able to talk to him in private. 

“H-Hamster?!”

“Yeah your cheeks puffed up like one when you got angry. It was cute.”

Since you weren’t facing him, you couldn’t see his reaction to your statement but you definitely heard the loud exclamation of denial from him. This prompted another round of laughter from you. 

Entering the kitchen, you released his arm and grabbed one of the still sealed bottles of liquor (better safe than roofied) and poured a glass for the two of you, introducing yourself as you handed him the cup.

“Kihyun.” he returned the introduction as he took the glass, giving it almost a dirty look before he took a long swig of it. 

That’s how it all started. Turns out the two of you...well were complete opposites, but despite this you actually hit it off pretty well. He was just easy to talk to, even when he was nagging you to get off the counter when you had decided to take a seat there. 

As the drinks ran, the night blurred, but you didn’t care. You would wake up tomorrow, sober and lacking a hangover, in your own bed. Just like you had been doing for the past two weeks. This thought was probably why you found yourself making out with the man, his lips plush and malleable against your own and the noises he made were sinfully delicious.

***

A loud scream.

That was what woke you up today, not your usual class alarm...but a human scream. You winced, head throbbing as you tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Things hadn’t changed since these loops started, so why would they switch up now?...Unless.

Your eyes snapped open and you forced yourself to sit up, which was a bad idea as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Glancing around, you noticed that this was...definitely not your room. Needless to say, you were confused.

As you looked around you found the source of the loud scream was none other than Kihyun, basically naked. If you were more awake you would probably be freaking out just as he currently was, but you were exhausted and your head was pounding.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you. The noise level causes you to wince, clutching your head at the hangover. 

“Well...that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” You retorted, looking around a bit and trying to find your phone as you ignored the babbling from Kihyun. Thankfully it was on the dresser next to you, checking the time you saw it was around noon and you were definitely late for your class, but what really hit you was the date. 

“It’s...thursday? Wait, but it’s supposed to still be Wednesday,” You muttered, more to yourself than to Kihyun.

“Excuse me??” Glancing back over at Kihyun, you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude but you were definitely grateful for the softer tone of voice. “It can’t be thursday, it’s been wednesday for almost two weeks now!”

Now it was your turn to be baffled, well more than you already were. 

“You know that it was wednesday for two weeks?!” 

“Yes! It was hell having to deal with that stupid party for this long!” Your heart practically stopped at those words, things connecting as best as they could in your current state. 

“Did...Did I have a drunken one night stand with my fucking soulmate?” 

If there was a list, for the worst ways to find out your soulmate. Then this moment would definitely be at the top of that list. 

***

“That is actually disgusting. I can’t believe you two are my parents.” You laughed as your daughter fake gagged at your words. 

“Hey don’t complain, I didn’t tell you all the details like I did with your Auntie Handong. I spared you because you’re my kid. Remember that,” You joked, wrapping your arm around the young girl’s shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Kihyun laughing from his spot on the couch as he watched the two of you, calling across the room.

“Now hurry and go get dressed. Your timer is almost out, and you wanna make a better first impression than they did.” 

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, never.”

[everyone-has-their-story]

Season 3 episode 5 commentary with my sister:

Remember when I said I knew what was going to happen? LOL to me and my emotions

No, dude go visit your mom!

You and Zoe both need better excuses than “I’m sick”

Sidenote...I am really loving this new location

No Jens, everything is not chill thanks for asking though

Robbe you don’t need weed! You need to talk

No one cares about the broerrrs right now

Noor and him fighting are the least of his problems

Thanks for finally being interested in his life Jens

I mean yeah she wants to have sex, but not really on his list of problems 

Sex is overrated? Is that because you have toothpaste? 

Please stop talking about this with him

Jens’ advice in a nutshell: Have sex, don’t have sex, its “eh”, but c’est la vie 

Incorrect, Jens. She likes him and he likes Sander. Thanks for playing though.

Fucking hell….you’re telling the wrong person you miss them! I don’t have time for this Robbe

Yeah thanks for your shitty advice, but I’m glad you’re being a friend

Oh no no no no!! I don’t like the looks of this at all

Also, what happened to firefighter Robbe from the vlogs? All these candles are a fire hazard

Actually this whole fucking situation is a hazard

Robbe stop! Abort!

*face palms*

I want to feel bad for her but I’m too focused on feeling bad for him

That is not the face of a guy who is enjoying this (robbe takes off her bra)

Wait...did it happen or not?

His face is making me feels level of sad I didn’t know existed

Thank fucking christ that didn’t happen

Oh she is so sweet, I feel bad for her

There will be no next time

Pause it! I know I joke a lot but the fact that he even felt the need to try this is making me so fucking sad…like he tries so hard to be who he isn’t and i hate that for him. And whoever this actor is, is playing the hell out of this character. Bravo my dude….okay play *sighs*

Sweet lord we are only 7 minutes in??

Milan, I know there are weird ass windows on the door but feel free to knock

Read the room, Milan! He is in turmoil, we don’t have time for your shirts!

Yes! Talk to him..thank you!

Hahahhaha Milan you might need more than 15 minutes

You can do it, Robbe. You need to get this out

Repeat after me..”I think I’m gay”  you can do it!

Robbe, my love, that kiss suggests that you are in fact into him

Milan is me, I am Milan, we are one

Why must people always mention Noor when he is trying to open up, can we just focus on Robbe?

Milan, give me your number I am looking for a therapist

This is everything Robbe needed to hear

You are normal! You’re just a little confused and sad right now

Scratch that, you aren’t just normal you are fucking phenomenal 

When Milan speaks, we all listen

*whispers* this scene is so good

Milan for President! Our president is garbage so the job is all yours

He IS looking better! Thanks for noticing, Jens. Look at you with your 20/20 vision

LOOOOL matchmaker? I hope no one is paying you because you suck at it

HE IS GOING TO TELL HIM! YESSSSS

Hey now ,“shitty” is a bit of an exaggeration

he’s going to do it!

NOOOOO don’t say “her”!!

His face..

Oh wtf!! He was trying to talk...AGAIN! Ughhhh

Robbe needs some sunscreen

Noor is back...cool?

Hopefully you ain’t gonna be “with him” much longer

This is an odd song choice for this atmosphere

Robbe out here making confetti while having an existential crisis and Noor is ordering soup 

You looked it up? Did it happen to say “possibly gay” under the list of causes?

Time for yourself? So no Sander?

Yeah this is definitely an odd song choice

Sorry, Noor...you’re sweet but he’s gotta go

Robbe pick up your damn trash!

She will in fact NOT be enjoying that (the soup😂)

I respect him for actually ending it

Wait where are we?

He doesn’t know his own school?

AHHH! Sander!

Omg I’m fucking dumb..it’s Sander’s school...I hate me

Me and Robbe have the same smile when we see Sander

Okay now is not the time for a bathroom break Robbe

Don’t worry about your hair, you look great as always

If looks could kill..

Okay I’m rooting for you Robbe, but I don’t blame him, you fucked up

Cool...that was fun...love seeing Robbe unhappy...my fave

*gasps* he’s back!!

5 minutes? Okay you got this

He’s got a point…

Don’t we all? Get in line (Says he loves him)

You damn right you fucked up

The kiss was mind blowing for everyone, trust me

Is that a small smile I see??

Yes, one more chance, I’m down with that

Ah!! Yeah fuck it (chernobyl)

Oh sweet baby Jesus thank god!!

This whole scene is just amazing, Robbe doing this out in the open? Love that for him

Robbe ain’t letting him go nowhere

No...forget the phon--- oh hell no! Not her!

She fucking better be in the past

Yes, future! Eternity, all of it

No don’t go, stay!

The smiles! My smile! Everyone gets a smile!

Pause it! I have never seen someone so relieved and happy. I feel like he is really starting to figure himself out, you know? I just love that that scene wasn’t over the top, it was simple but amazing. Are you listening to me? (yes) I have so many thoughts right now, please hold *rewatches the scene* okay you can proceed…

Chernobyl? Is this going to become their thing instead of universes? I’m down with that

HAPPY ROBBE FOR 2 SCENES!

Secrets, secrets are no fun..unless they are Robbe’s, then back off

Sooo whatcha get?? (Zoe’s letter)

Oh no, nvm don’t wanna know anymore...make it go away

The preppy psycho is back...fucking hell

AHHH! Sander is back!

The difference between him kissing Sander and him kissing Noor is like night and day

Y’all are fucking adorable

He drew that?? Remember when I liked Even’s drawings?...Sander said nah bitch here you go

I have a wall in my room if you want to paint it there, I’m down

Feeding Robbe? Sure. Feeding Britt? He said SIKE!

Romeo and Juliet..okay I see you wtfock

PAUSE! Omgggggg was he the photographer in like the first episode??? Well fuck me, I’m still dumb.*presses play*

I know I said I wanted happy Robbe, but I feel so overwhelmed right now

His voice is so soothing

Ooop okay so they are still doing the universe thing

Robbe can’t stop touching his hair and honestly...same

You Marvel loving gays

If my bf ever said this shit to me I’d smack him, but coming from them...I love every second of it

Great, sad Sander...why can’t we have nice things

Why are they so fucking great together??

Robbe, I love this new you (straddles Sander)

We ALL fell for you, Robbe

You’re damn right he is the one...lucky bastard

He WAS there!!! I love how I connect shit like 4 episodes later

Robbe initiating every kiss makes me so happy

Forget the text! 

Did he just kiss his shoulder?

SON OF A BITCH! Can this girl go away? jfc

Jealousy level 100

Kinda sus…

He loves jealous Robbe

My dude we are ALL happy you’re in this dimension, lets send Britt to a different one shall we?

Pause it! *rewinds to watch scene again*

He disappeared into the night…

How’d he know he was awake? He got a nanny-cam in that room?

You smooth little bitch Sander

He didn’t deny the bf comment, I’m so proud

Remember when I said I was proud of you? I take that back right now..

I hate it. Stop talking Robbe.

I stand by my statement: Milan for President

Cool….that was great….I’ve always wanted an upset Milan….

Robbe just got knocked down about 5 pegs and he deserved it

Senne..not the time my friend

Wait what?? Are they on a date??

Y’all are dorks..i fucking love it

There is so much to focus on right now..

If anyone wants to know what love looks like, I got a scene to show you

Okay Sander I see you...

*singing selena gomez song* can’t keep my hands to myself...I want you all to myself*

Seeing Robbe like this after the previous scene makes me torn 

Robbe like needs to be attached to Sander huh?

This is the best scene ever and I’m aware I’ve said that for about 100 other scenes

Robbe you’re adorable and confident, i love it

OH FUCK YOU!! Why do they do this to me?!

Buy me a ticket to Belgium, I gotta have a chat with some dickheads

Forget the bikes! Just leave!

WHY?! I can’t watch…

Is it over?

*big sigh* I honestly have no words…

This is going to have one of them pull away from the other isn’t it? Don’t answer that..I know it will...

I would just like to state that Robbe the king of internalized homophobia just made out with his boyfriend out in the open for everyone to see not once but twice

...I’ll be ready to process in like 15 minutes, I’m going to get more comfort food...

[rainbowserenity]

@hoperaievent Day Three - Fireworks

Lightning Farron did not get embarrassed easily. She did what had to be done, everyone else's opinions be damned. After all, someone in the Corps had to be steady and not so easily flustered, able to put aside emotion for the task at hand.

So when she felt like this was her most embarrassing moment ever, surely it wasn't an exaggeration.

“This is humiliating,” she muttered as Serah brushed some powder on her nose.

“Oh, come on sis!” Serah grinned, clearly enjoying this far more than Lightning ever would. “It's for a good cause, right?”

“If I wanted to support the cause, I'd make a donation.” She narrowed her eyes. “I wouldn't have signed myself up for charity auction for someone to bid on me for a date!”

“I'd do it if I could!” Serah claimed, to which Lightning rolled her eyes. Like hell she'd ever let her sister go up there, even if it was for charity. “Just be your charming self. Maybe someone really handsome will bid on you.” She waggled her eyebrows for effect.

Lightning rolled her eyes again, breathing a sigh of relief when the makeup was put down. The charity auction started in about a half hour, but Serah had wanted plenty of time to prepare her sister. This apparently included hair, makeup, and putting her in a suitable outfit.

The whole thing was completely insane.

She’d never understood the appeal. Every year, each city that held a branch of the Gurdian Corps – Eden, Palumpolom, the Whitewood, to name a few – put together some sort of charity to raise money and awareness for whatever cause that was needed at the time. This year it was for Pulse refugees. Each city also had their own way of doing such a thing. Eden, she knew, held a fashion show, which was almost as silly as Bodhum’s tradition.

Auctioning off dates with members of the Corps.

For the past couple of years, Lightning had managed to avoid being a part of this whole ridiculous thing by ‘coincidentally taking that weekend off, or coming up with some other dire emergency. She never skipped out on work, so that was a true testament to how insane this was.

Unfortunately for her, Serah had gotten to talking to Amodar – Lightning’s boss – one night when everyone went out for drinks. A grin and a couple of giggles later, and soon, a certain traitorous younger sister had put her older sister on the roster for dates.

It was embarrassing enough to be paraded around. It was even worse when your own sister was the cause.

What was also unfortunate was that Lightning had a very difficult time saying no to Serah – not to mention that now Amodar was counting on her. She tried to think of it as just another mission. Some things in life you just do.

Ugh.

“Don’t make that face,” Serah chided, hands on her hips as she looked over her handiwork. “You want to get the highest bid, right?”

“Any bid would be humiliating enough.” Lightning glanced in the mirror, resisting the urge to do a double take. It looked like her...yet it didn’t. Serah had admittedly done a beautiful job with the makeup. She still looked like herself, but just better.

She took a step back, ignoring the way Serah was grinning. The outfit was nice, too – Serah had made her put on a deep blue scoop-neck top and a short black pleated skirt. Since it was summer, she’d put on some strappy black sandals. Her hair was a bit more curled than usual, and her trademark lightning bolt pendant completed the look.

“...Not bad.”

“Oh, hush. You look great.” Serah’s grin grew wider and she looped her arm through her sister’s. “Whoever wins the bid for you tonight is gonna be sooo lucky!”

“Right.” Lightning knew it was pointless to argue any further. Besides, it was getting late and they still had a ten-minute walk to the main Corps office, where the auction was being held.

This was going to be the most embarrassing evening of her life.

–

The one good thing about this silly auction was that you had to preregister and go through a number of security checks, plus a background check. This drastically reduced – if not outright eliminated – the amount of weirdos that could bid on you. She’d heard that anyone with any sort of criminal record was immediately turned away.

At least in that respect, she didn’t have to worry. Not that she couldn’t defend herself, but it was a relief that she didn’t have to think about it.

Though maybe that would’ve been preferable to the humiliation.

“Up next is Sergeant Dymond!” Amodar, who was playing the auctioneer, gestured to a pretty dark-haired woman whose smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

You and me both, Lightning thought.

“Dymond enjoys reading, writing, and playing video games in her spare time. Her friends say she’s very kind, but she can hold her own in a fight like no one else! Let’s start the bidding at a thousand gil!”

As people started raising their hands and calling out increasingly high numbers, Lightning discreetly wiped her palms on her skirt, staring out at the crowd. A surprising number of them seemed to be around her age or younger. She wondered if this sort of thing didn’t appeal to someone older, since they’d probably be married or something by now.

Before she turned her head away, she caught the stare of sea-green eyes.

She’d never seen that face before in her life. Never seen that person. But something about him made her stare, their eyes locked despite the dozens and dozens of other people across the room. He quirked the slightest bit of a smile and smoothed out his silver hair.

Lightning reflexively smoothed her own hair out, although dropped her hand since fidgeting could imply that she was nervous. And she was not.

“ - And that’s twenty-eight thousand gil to the lady from Eden!”

A woman with light brown hair jumped out of her seat and grinned. To Lightning’s surprise, Sergeant Dymond smiled as well and the two of them headed down the hall so that the winner could pay and they could discuss the upcoming date.

Which meant that now...

“Up next is our first-timer! Despite that, she’s been loyal to the Corps for many years and always makes sure her missions are successful. Please get your bidding arms ready for Sergeant Lightning Farron!”

Lightning side-eyed Amodar, who was clearly having way, way too much fun with all of this, but she obediently stepped out of line and towards the cleared out area so people could see her. When she saw Serah’s huge grin, she tried to relax what was probably a scowl on her face to something more neutral.

“Sergeant Farron enjoys kickboxing, fine dining, and long walks on the beach – which sounds perfect for a date around here, am I right?” Amodar chuckled and Lightning wondered what the hell he was reading from. Probably something Serah had filled out, ugh. “I’ve got it on good authority that she can pack away a steak like nobody’s business. Let’s start the bidding at a thousand gil!”

“Eleven hundred!”

The instantly familiar voice made Lightning narrow her eyes and glare into the crowd. It wasn’t hard to miss Snow, Serah’s idiot boyfriend, who was waving his arm with a stupid grin on his face. To her surprise, Serah was grinning too.

At least someone was having fun.

To her absolute utter relief, Snow was immediately outbid. On the flip side, she was surprised that anybody would bid for the chance to go out with her, even if it was just some silly stunt for charity.

For a little while, the bidding went between a redhead woman and a black-haired man, though occasionally others would pepper in bids as well. Lightning had never seen any of these people around Bodhum, which probably meant they were tourists. No wonder they were bidding for a chance to date her.

Throughout the night, she’d been paying attention to what sort of amount the winners paid. Final bids seemed to average out at around twenty-five thousand gil, though some were a bit more or less.

So when bids to date her crept up to thirty-five thousand gil, she was more than a little surprised.

The bids kept on coming, typically in increments of five-hundred or a thousand gil. Lightning wondered how long she was supposed to stand there – surely Amodar would cap it off at some point? - when an unfamiliar voice broke in.

“One-hundred thousand gil.”

A hush immediately fell over the crowd. Lightning’s gaze darted around, wondering who would be insane enough to bid so much when they probably didn’t even know her.

She saw his sea-green eyes before the raised hand.

Amodar was blessedly silent for a few seconds, probably processing the whole thing, but when no one else spoke up, he finally shouted, “A hundred thousand gil to the gentleman from Palumpolum!”

Even though she knew she had to move so the next person could be presented, Lightning just stood there in shock, her heart pounding for reasons she could barely comprehend.

One-hundred thousand gil?! Who the hell spent that much on a charity auction?!

Still dazed, she finally walked off when Amodar cleared his throat to announce the next person, who was muttering something about not being able to top that. As though she’d actually come here to set a record or something!

The mysterious bidder met with her before they walked down the hall so they could pay. Up close, he looked a bit younger than she’d initially thought. There was a faint smattering of freckles across his nose and his hair looked ridiculously soft.

But it was those damn eyes that kept her rooted to the spot.

“Um...” To her surprise, the man began to blush a bit as an on-duty Corps member appeared to escort them down the hall. She still didn’t move.

“So you’re from Palumpolum?” Maybe that explained the gil amount, considering that was one of the more well-off cities.

“Oh, um, yeah. Yes.” He cleared his throat with a sheepish little smile and held out his hand. “I’m Hope. Hope Estheim.”

She stared at his hand for a second before taking the proffered handshake. His hand was soft and warm and she was suddenly ridiculously aware of the calluses on hers. “Nice to meet you. I’m Lightning...though I guess you know that.”

He chuckled. “For all that gil, I sure hope I was paying attention.” He seemed to realize a second later that they were still holding hands and quickly dropped hers. She instantly missed it.

Their escort cleared his throat and they finally started down the hall. “What the hell possessed you to bid so much?”

Hope’s blush deepened. “I...I don’t know. Call it a compulsion, I suppose. I was planning on just making a donation, but a friend talked me into attending this. And then I saw you and I just...”

She wondered at that. Lightning wasn’t sure if she believed in fate. She lived according to her own rules, everyone else be damned. But she couldn’t deny...this, whatever it was. A spark. It’d been set off from the moment she met his eyes in the crowd by chance.

They reached the room where the payments were processed. A couple more Corps members were sitting at desks, tablets in their hands and papers scattered about. One of them glanced up when Lightning and Hope entered the room and laughed.

“Sergeant Farron! You’re the talk of the auction! Nobody’s ever gotten such a high bid in all the years they’ve been doing this. Closest was Sergeant Blaze a couple of years ago!”

“Right.” She hoped no one else would make a big deal of this. After all, she’d simply stood there. It was Hope who had made the bid.

“Good to hear we’re setting records,” Hope said, suddenly sounding a lot less nervous. “Where do I pay?”

“Right here.” The Corps member typed a few things on the tablet and spun it around to show Hope. Lightning caught sight of the screen, her heart lurching in her throat at all those zeroes.

Hope, however, didn’t flinch and simply took out his card, pressing it against the tablet until a little ding! indicated that the payment had gone through.

He had just paid one-hundred thousand gil for one night with her! That was more than some grunts in the Corps saw in a year!

“Those charities sure will appreciate this.” The tablet was turned back around and the Corps member typed a couple more things before looking up at them. “Now, we’d like you to discuss where you’re going to go on this date. It’s a safety precaution for all the winners. Nobody’s going to spy on you or anything, but someone’ll be checking in at some point just to make sure nothing’s going wrong.”

Hope nodded. “Understandable.” He glanced at Lightning, his cheeks dusted with red again. “So, um, any suggestions? I’m a tourist, after all.”

At first she drew a blank. After all, she didn’t get out much due to work, and she didn’t really want to bring a stranger to the one restaurant she and Serah frequented. At least whoever had written that stupid description of her at the auction had gotten the ‘fine dining’ part right.

But then it came to her. Of course.

“There’s a fireworks show in town tomorrow night,” she said. “It’s a yearly tradition. Kind of a big draw for tourists like you.”

Hope quirked a little smile. “I was actually meaning to see that. I’d love to go with you, if that’s okay.”

“Fine with me.” Lightning turned to the Corps member that had processed Hope’s payment. “Got that?”

“Date at the fireworks festival,” he said, making a note on the tablet, and something about the word date made Lightning’s face flare. “Got it! Like I said, we’ll have someone check in. But otherwise, enjoy the show!”

“Thanks,” she muttered, turning to leave, if just so she could hide her face. Why the hell did she suddenly feel nervous?

“So, um,” Hope said once they’d walked out. “Should I meet you somewhere tomorrow or...?”

“There’s a bar near the dome where they show the fireworks called Lebreau’s. I’ll meet you in front of there, say, eight?” The show didn’t even start until nearly nine, after the sun finally went down.

“Lebreau’s at eight,” he repeated, then smiled. “I’ll see you then.”

–

At seven-thirty the next evening, Lightning was frantically tearing apart her closet for a decent outfit.

She’d figured she could just throw on any old thing, but for some reason, none of her clothes seemed nice enough. And of course Serah had left an hour ago to meet up with Snow, so she was on her own with no little sister to give her fashion advice.

It didn’t help that Lightning never really thought much of her wardrobe. She usually wore some variant of her Corps uniform and then more casual clothing around the house. What did someone wear on a date?! She wouldn’t know! She’d never been on one!

Oh god, her first date ever was going to be with a relative stranger who’d paid six figures for the privilege. 

She glanced at the clock. It was a good twenty minute walk down to Lebreau’s, and it was now past seven-thirty. Time was running out and the temptation to just wear her Corps uniform was becoming more and more, well...tempting.

At seven-forty, she finally just threw on the same skirt and sandals she’d worn at the auction and paired it with fitted blue tank top and a cropped black jacket she’d stolen from Serah’s room. Without another glance in the mirror, she raced out of the house, not wanting to keep Hope waiting.

The walk took a bit longer than anticipated because of the crowds heading the same way to see the fireworks. When she finally reached Lebreau’s, however, it only took her a second to spot that familiar mop of silver hair.

“Hope?”

He jumped a bit when she touched his arm. “Lightning! Hi. Glad you could make it. Um, can I get you a drink or something...?”

“I’m okay.” She needed to keep her wits about her. “Plus, that line is a little...” A quick glance over her shoulder revealed the crowd practically out the door.

“Must be all us tourists,” Hope said. He seemed a little fidgety, but not really in a way that made her wary. It was the familiar kind of fidgeting.

Nerves.

“Most likely.” She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Oh geez, had she even remembered to brush it? And why the hell did it matter? “I honestly didn’t expect it to be this crowded.”

“Fireworks are a big draw, I guess.”

“Especially these.” Luckily, a lot of the crowds seemed to be condensed in the bar, likely getting refreshments before the show. “Come on, let’s go find a spot before everybody else does.”

“Lead the way.”

They moseyed their way between groups of people – some clearly friends, some couples, some families – until they found a spot close to the dome. “Prime viewing,” she said.

Hope looked up at the dome, a thoughtful expression on his face. “They’ve been doing this a long time, right?” “Yeah. Fifty or so years, I think.” She leaned against at railing – put there to keep people from getting dangerously close to explosives. “It was designed to bring in tourists. A lot of other cities don’t have the means or space, so it was perfect.”

“Definitely. You wouldn’t be able to see much over all the buildings in Palumpolum.” He paused before glancing at Lightning. “...Is it true there’s a local legend about the fireworks?”

She hummed in agreement. It was a pretty silly ‘legend,’ she thought, but a lot of people took stock in it. “Apparently these are wish-granting fireworks. I’ve heard it started because someone won the lottery the day after one of the first times they did this show, but nobody seems to have any record of that.”

“That’s why it’s a legend, I guess.” Hope smiled. “Do you usually make a wish?”

Lightning shrugged. “Usually I’m here working. It doesn’t really seem right to indulge in something like that when you have to be alert.”

“You’re not working now, though,” he pointed out. “Are you going to make one tonight?”

“...I don’t know.” She sighed and stared up at the empty dome, watching the sky grow dark. “Maybe.”

There was a long pause before Hope spoke again. “...My mother went to see these fireworks before I was born.” He spoke quietly and she had to lean in to listen. “She said that she always wanted to take me so I could have a special wish, too.”

A familiar feeling squeezed Lightning’s heart. “Did you two ever get to go?”

He shook his head, leaning against the railing as well. “My dad always had to work and she wanted it to be a family trip. She died when I was fourteen, so we never had the chance.”

She was respectfully quiet for a moment. “I can relate. My mother died when I was fifteen.” She felt rather than saw Hope look at her. “Ever since then, it’s just been me and my sister.”

“Was she at the auction last night?”

“Are you kidding? She’s the one who signed me up in the first place.”

He laughed. “I ought to thank her.”

“Why?”

“Because of her, I get the pleasure of your company.”

Geez, what a far cry from the nerves he’d been emitting earlier. That sort of confidence always piqued Lightning’s interest. Maybe it was because of that that she found herself asking the question that hadn't gotten a real answer last night.

“Why did you bid so much for a date with me?”

Instantly, Hope’s face erupted into a blush. “I, um...”

“Yes?”

“I...I wasn’t planning to,” he finally said after a long pause. “I wasn’t planning on bidding at all. A friend of mine convinced me to go. The charity this year was for Pulse refugees, right?”

“So I heard.”

“My grandparents on my mother’s side were refugees, so I wanted to help. I went through the security and background checks just with the intention of going in there and making a donation.” He ducked his head for a second. “But then I just...”

“...Yes?”

Hope was quiet again, and when he finally spoke, it was in the same quiet voice she had to lean in to hear. “...When you looked at me. It sounds crazy, because I don’t know if you were actually looking at me, but there was just something about you. It was like...like...”

“A spark,” she whispered, her heart thudding wildly.

At this, he fully looked at her in surprise. “Yes. That, exactly. And I heard those other two bidding for a chance to go out with you and I – I don’t know, my hand just moved by itself.”

She grew quiet. It wasn’t much of an explanation, and yet…

Impulsively, she took his hand. Lightning was not a touchy-feely person by nature, so how she knew that this felt strangely right, she couldn’t say. Hope must have felt the same, because he didn’t hesitate to lace their fingers together, although he looked shocked at himself for doing such a thing.

“...I was looking at you.”

He’d been staring at their joined hands, but when she spoke, he met her eyes. “You were?”

“Yes.” Vaguely, she heard the crowd’s murmurs grow a bit louder, the thrill of anticipation suddenly in the air, but all she could see was him. “I don’t know how or why, but I spotted you in the crowd, and for a second, it was just...”

“...Sparks,” he echoed.

She merely nodded. The two of them stood there staring at each other, their hands joined. Was this fate, brought on by a chance stare across a crowd and one-hundred thousand gil? Lightning wasn’t sure.

But the more she stared at him, the more that spark began to ignite. It was like nothing she’d ever felt around anyone before, and while there was something terrifying about it, it was also thrilling. This wasn’t the thrill of battle or a successful mission, but something soft and human.

And when they got closer, it was pure -

“ - Fireworks,” she murmured, right before there was a long whistle and a colorful blast lit up the dome.

They both looked away for a minute to watch the show, each second more colorful than the last, but soon their eyes met again.

“Are you going to make a wish?” she asked.

Hope looked back up at the dome, the colors of the fireworks reflected in his eyes. He was smiling nervously when he looked back at Lightning. “It seems selfish of me to wish for anything more, but there is one I’d like to make.”

“Oh?”

She wondered if it was the same one she wanted to make. When he lifted a hand to her waist to pull her closer, she knew they were one in the same. They didn’t even have to wish for it.

Even though she had no practice with anything like this, Lightning somehow instinctively angled her head, her eyes fluttering shut just as Hope’s lips pressed against hers in a sweet, amazing kiss, one that was a promise worth far more than one-hundred thousand gil.

And with it, those sparks between them exploded like fireworks, beautiful and perfect.

In the midst of it all, the Corps member assigned to check in on Sergeant Farron and her date finally found the two near the dome. The fireworks exploded in picture-perfect formations behind them, but the two were lost in a world of their own. He almost interrupted, just to follow protocol, but then backed away with a grin. Someone had to hear the good news!

Surely Sergeant Farron’s sister was around here somewhere...

[futurewriter2000]

Starting over

A/N: Well...this was long in my drafts. I ditched school today so I finally decided to do some writing and finish what it’s started here already. Hope you like it even though I kind of cut out the Marlene part. And I don’t write smut yet sooo...

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

REQUEST: Hiii! I was wondering if you could maybe write a Sirius x fem!reader where she’s an American transfer whose put in Gryffindor and becomes friends with Lily (who isn’t yet dating James but good friends with him) and reader and Sirius don’t get along at all, James and Lily tried to set them up, bad idea. Then after they graduate Harry is born and James and Lily name reader and Sirius godmother and godfather even though Sirius is “dating” Marlene. Some angst (maybe smut?) and a happy ending please.

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MASTERLIST

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"Well, congratulations! You managed to piss of proffesor Slughorn and Dumbledore! And you used me to do it!"

" For the last time! I didn't know it was yours!"

"It had my name on it Sirius but I as dull as you are you can't even spell out a name!"

" Dull? Since when do you use british words, Americana." He snickered at you, crossing his arms over his chest as you continued to grow red.

"Since it describes a british fucker like you!"

"Screw you, (y/l/n)!"

"Oh, is lil Sirius Black offended." You goaded him in a baby voice, trying to trigger his anger as he did yours.

" I may be dull but at least I am not kissing arse to every proffesor in this school! What, not smart enough so you suck up to them. "

" For your information Black, I am doing just fine on my own. And I don't kiss their ass, I just appear to have something you don't. You might be familliar with it. It's called respect."

"Are you saying I am not respectful?!"

"No. I'm saying you are selfish, arrogant, spoiled, self-observed and egotistical piece of shit who is probably going to end up sucking up to his parents for money once he is out."

"Pardon me!" He exclaimed and walked towards you, pushing his index finger against your chest. " For your information when you talk about MY family, you cross the line because you don't get to talk about something you don't know. And if anybody is gonna end up homeless its you. As I remember, you're the one failing Transfiguration. So let me ask you, who's the dull one now?"

And without any hesitation your hand flew across his cheek, leaving him with a red mark of his pathetic nerve.

If you were anything, you definetly weren’t dull. You weren’t stupid and you weren’t brainless. There were always rumors going in Ilvermorny about your low IQ. It started with a simple argument with the wrong girl. A girl with a powerful influence and a wealthy family. The whole situation ended in changing schools for you and you were sure that this time it will not be the same. 

So what if you needed a bit more time to process things. It’s nothing to be ashamed about and for your liking, you loved taking things slow. 

It’s like reading a book. The faster you read it, the less you remember. If you take it just nice and slow, enjoy the moment, the tension, the thoughts of the character, it almost feels like you’re there. In the book and with the character.

So yes, maybe Transfiguration wasn’t your best suit but it doesn’t mean you are failing it. Whoever told Sirius that rumor is lying. Your grades weren’t the strongest but they were enough to please you and your professors.

So as you were standing to a boy, whose hand was placed on his cheek and his grey eyes were staring at yours, you pointed your index finger towards his chest and growled the boy. “ Say it one more time and maybe the mark won’t be the ony thing you will leave with today. “ you threatned, staring at him dead in the eyes and gritting your teeth. 

You hated it. Merlin, you hated if somebody called you stupid. It was an emotional and sensitive subject for you. Especially considering your past. So, when somebody called you stupid, they unleashed the demon in you.

And he knew. He knew that what he saw in your eyes at the very moment wasn’t just anger. It was pure hate and he knew he needed to back away from this. So, he did.

“Come on, Black. I dare you.” 

He took a step forward, his chest against yours and his eyes looking down at you. “ I am done wasting my time with you. “ he sneered and knocked you away with his shoulder as he passed by.

And as much as you hated him and how he managed to infuriate you, you had enough for today. You couldn’t deal with it anymore because bickering with an arse like that and actually managing to tell him something through his thick head, was clearly impossible.

So as you stormed to your dorm, hot-headed, you still heard the quiet muttering behind the door.

“Come on, James. It’s a good idea.” you heard Lilly, who was clearly talking to James.

“ I don’t know. I mean... they really don’t get along.”

“ It will be fun. Four friends going to Hogsmeade, trying to bond. Please..” 

It was like you were right there with them. You knew how Lilly always flittered her green eyes at you whenever she wanted something and James... Well it didn’t take him long to fall for them. 

“ Fine but if anything goes wrong, I’m blaming everything on you.” 

“ Charming and understanding as always. “ she grinned and it was at that moment the door in front of you opened, causing you to fall forwards in the arms of a boy. A boy who appeared to be James, smirking down at you and leaving the door with a mischief in his eyes. 

“ Nice to see you, (y/n).” he smirked and left to boys dormitories.

“ You too, James!” you shouted awkwardly and got up from the floor. You patted your robes and turned to Lilly. “ What was that all about? The two of you planning something. “ you grinned and leaned forwards. “ A date perhaps..” you hinted but she only scoffed and crossed her arms. 

“ James and I are only friends and for now it’s going to stay this way but if you must know, we were talking about a trip to Hogsemade. James, Remus, you and me. Just the four of us.” 

“ Remus?” you smiled at her in surprise. 

“ What?” she quirked an eyebrow at you. “ Are you having the hots for Remus now?” she smirked and sat down on the bed which you later joined.

“ How do the Brits say it again?” you grinned at her and laid on your back. “ I fancy a man who is buff. “ you tried your best british accent, causing Lilly to snort of laughter, before she laid next to you. “ Oh and when he bites his lips, he is positevily peng. “ 

“ Stop. You’re terrible at this. “ she laughed at your brittish slang. 

“ Oh, and those scares... “ you groaned and rolled on your stomach to look at her. “ Whenever I see him I start to feel so randy.” you bit your lower lip, causing her to hit you with a soft pillow over your head.

“ Stop!” she laughed and continued to hit you with it, causing the feathers to fly out. ��� You’re ruining Remus for me.” she continued to laugh.

“Remus? You mean that smashing looking guy with the scars. Do you think he’d be down for it.” you continued causing her eyes to go wide.

“(Y/N)!” she exclmaimed and hit you with the pillow once again. “ Where is this coming from!? Where has your innocent mind gone to?”

You only grinned at her. “ Places you would-” Before you could finish it, your mouth was stuffed with the pillow and a giggling girl next to you.

“ I don’t know who you are anymore.” she sighed half-disappointedly but couldn’t help herself to laugh at the situation.

-------

Lilly and you walked down the corridor to join the crowd for the Hogsmeade trip. McGonagall was already in front, collecting the permission slips signed by parents. The two of you slipped yours and joined the crowd. Lilly kept pulling you through it and squeezing you amongst the Hufflepuffs until she finally stopped at the jet black haired boy. 

As much as you expected the kind and loving boy by his side, you were met by the opposite. Both of your eyes went wide before narrowing down again. “ No.” the two of you said in unison before turning to your each friend. 

“ Okay, I know th two of you don’t get along but can’t you two just suck it up for today.” Lilly begged, fluttering her eyelashes at you. 

“ I’m not James Lilly. I won’t fall for those eyes.” you spoke determined and continued to glare at her.

“ What? Afraid I’ll bite, Americana.” Sirius smirked at you but you only shot him another one of your glares.

“ I’m afraid I will.” you sent him a smirk before interlacing your arm with Lilly’s and brushing past them. Leaning to her ear, you simply whispered. “ I am not leaving your side, ever. Especially if he’s here.” 

---

The four of you were at the Three Broomstix and as Lilly sat next to you, the idiot sat in front of you. The two of you kept giving eachother death stares until Lilly finally decided to do something about it. 

“ James, can we talk in private for a second. “ she asked him and James only smiled, getting up with her.

The two of you on the other hand, kept your mouth shut and your eyes on eachother. 

“ If they think I will ever want to go on a date with you, they are dead wrong.” you smirked and softened your expression for a bit.

“ You have to be asked first, Americana. And I never plan on asking out a joke like you.” he smirked back and leant back on his seat.

A joke! Did he just call you a joke?! How dares does he call YOU a joke?! He has no idea who you are or what you have been through for the past few years and here he has the auducy to tell you you are a joke. 

With anger boiling inside of you, you grabbed the butterbeer in your hands and splashed it all over him. 

“ What the hell?!” he immediately stood up and looked at you. “ What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

“ Well, since you think of me as a “joke” than why don’t I just start acting like one!” you snapped at him, feeling the sharp tears in the corner of your eyes. 

You’ve been told so many things back in your old school and with a tiny bit of hope you thought it’s going to be different here. But it wasn’t. It was like you never left.

By the sight of your tears falling down your cheeks, Sirius immediately felt a knot form in his stomach. “ (y/n). I didn’t mean to-” 

“ Don’t ever speak to me again.” you brushed the tears away from your cheeks and stormed out of the pub. You ran away from Hogsmeade as further as you could. James and Lilly weren’t even on your mind at the moment, only the words Sirius spoke to you. 

A joke. 

He thinks of you as a joke. 

---

The two of you never spoke after the arguement. You graduated, found yourself an old apartment and a nice job at the Ministry of Magic. It started slow with being slow of paying the rent but you managed to pull yourself out of it with a help of your friends and family. 

Now, you had your own apartment. All yours with noone to knock on your door every month and ask for money. Your job was demanding and challenging. Being the connection between England and America caused you to pull strings you didn’t know you could pull. It was risky and dangerous on a whole different level but you were respected for that and everybody seemed to love you for it.

But today was the day where job wasn’t important. Today, 31st of July was the day your best friend finally gave birth to a baby boy, Harry. You were basically running down the hospital wing, asking around for the room and when you finally reached them you stopped at the sight. She was glowing, more than ever and so was James. They were smiling down at the boy and whispering. She held the baby in her arms while James continued to hold Harry’s tiny hand. 

You were out of breath from the running but the sight that was displayed right in front of you still caused to take your breath away. From the blanket the baby was wrapped in, a pair of big green eyes continued to smile at James as he continued to whisper something, causing Lilly to giggle by his side.

“ Hey.” you spoke finally, almost in a whisper as you were afraid you are going to scare them and break this perfect moment. 

The two of them looked at you and smiled. “ You came.” Lilly smiled and glanced back at her son.

“ You really think I would miss this.” you smiled and walked forward, looking down on the newborn. He already had a huge pile of jet black hair on his head with his green eyes looking up to you. 

Harry’s smile imediately disappeared as he continued to observe you. You froze where you stood as you were afraid he is going to be scared of you and start crying. That wouldn’t be the best first impression. Instead he stretched his tiny arms and smiled at you even wider. 

James and Lilly chuckled. “ He wants you to hold him.” spoke Lilly and lifted him up to give him into your arms. 

Carefully, you took Harry in your arms and tried to pull him as close as you could. He was so tiny yet still continued to smile at you. 

“ You guys, he’s so gorgeous.” you smiled as you felt tears stream down your cheeks. “ Hi, little one.” you continiued to whisper as he just continued to show you his toothless smile. “ You’re a smiley one aren’t you?” you smiled and looked back up at them as they looked at you. 

“ (y/n)... Sirius will com-”

“ Shh..” you spoke softly as you continued to pesture Harry in your arms. “ I don’t want to think about that. He’s smiling at me.” you smiled, looking down at his green eyes. “ He has your eyes Lils.” 

It was so perfect. The boy was so gorgeous you just wanted to take him home. It was just you and him for a moment and it sent a wave of baby fever all over you. 

“ James?” a voice came from the door and James walked over to his best friend, hugging him tightly. 

“ You came.” James smiled widely at him.

“ You really think I would miss this.” Sirius winked and looked over to Lilly where her lap was empty than he glanced up at you and saw a baby in your arms. 

You didn’t mind Sirius at the moment. Harry was still giving you the baby fever and it caused you to smile like a maniac at the baby boy. 

Just as yours, Sirius breath was taken as well. Not only he hasn’t seen you in years but seeing as you smiled at the baby, you were so beautiful. For the first time in forever he felt something he hasn’t felt in a long time. And you were the one causing it to burst on the surface. 

Finally, looking up at Sirius, you were met by his piercing grey eyes, and you smiled at him. You smiled and he felt his heart stop for a second. You never smiled at him, at least not like that. Walking over to him, you lifted your head and looked at his eyes. “ You want to hold him?” 

To that smile, he couldn’t have said no and for the first time, there was no war between the two of you. Just a baby boy smiling at his parent’s best friends. 

“ I’d love to.” he replied and took Harry from your arms. 

Harry immediately showed his toothles beam at Sirius and you couldn’t help yourself but to feel a slight of jealousy. 

“ Oh, I see how it is. You like him better.” you joked around, tickling Harry’s stomach and causing Sirius to chuckle. “ Traitor.” you smiled at the boy.

“ Everybody likes me, (y/l/n). It’s a curse I have to live with.” he joked around. 

“ Oh, poor you.” you laughed and finally looked back up at him.

It was strange because usually you would feel anger and rage around him but at this very moment, he was watching you not with fury and loathing in his eyes but something you couldn’t put your finger on, and that seemed to sent different kind of emotions.

“ Hey, guys? “ James cleared his throat and both of you turned to the newly parents. “ There was no hesitation to take this decision and we would like you two to be the Godparents to our Harry.” 

Sirius looked at you and he immediatelly saw your eyes glow up. You ran to James and wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. “ I’d love to.”  you whispered in the crook of his neck before turning to Lilly and hugging her too, more carefully than James since she was exhausted from labour. 

Sirius didn’t know what to do but he imediately gave Lilly her son and jumped to James, giving him a hug and crying the tears of joy.

“ Am I witnessing Sirius Black crying?” you started to tease as you saw his eyes all full of tears. 

“ Look who’s talking.” he smiled back and wiped the tears away from his cheeks. “ He’s just so tiny...and mine.” 

“ He’s not yours-”

“ He’s mine at this moment.” he cut James off, tickling smiley Harry.

“ Is someone having a baby fever? “ you cooed at him but instead of sending you a scowl or a glare, he sent you a kind smile. 

Steps quietly approached from the door and the nurse smiled at the happy family. “ I think it’t time for them to rest. “ 

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Both of you existed the room with smiles that couldn’t disappear so fast. You kept thinking about his stunning green eyes, just like his mother’s. 

But the thoughts of the happy family was quickly interrupted when someone took a hold of your arm and caused you to stop in your tracks.

Confused, you turned around and looked up at the grey eyes that were blocked by his gorgeous black curls. “ I-” he started talking and you kept staring confusely at the man. 

His heart started racing, more than it ever did, but it was his instinct to do this. To say what’s been bugging him for so many years. To finally solve the knot in his stomach which form many years ago. 

“ I’m sorry for calling you a joke.” he more or likely blurted out than said it. 

You wanted to say something. This was the last thing you expected from him. From the boy who despised you and who you hated for all your Hogwarts experiance. “ Sirius-”

“ No.” he cut you off. “ I had no right calling you that but you always seemed to pull my nerves back then with your snark remarks and your evil smirks that the last thing I wanted was to become the biggest arsehole to you.” 

“ Funny, how you did the same to me.” you smiled and he chuckled, taking your hands in his and avoiding your gaze. 

“ Seeing Harry in there and them making us his godparents made me thing of new beginnings.” he continued and you quirked an eyebrow. “ I know, cheesy.” he rolled his eyes and you giggled. “ But how about it? Start over?” he asked, smirking. “ For Harry.”

You mirrored his expression and moved your hands away from his. Crossing your arms over your chest, you clicked your tongue once or twice and kept the tension growing. 

Finally, you stretched out your arm and looked him in his eyes. “ Hey. I’m (y/n).” 

He shook his head, chuckling before he took your hand in his and shook it. “ Nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Sirius.”

[asamlambung]

Gush about your fave DR character! ♡

WVJHKHKHKHK anon whoever you are please know that youre unleashing a beast but also thank you im….. 

(actually i made a tierlist for this though it might not be as accurate since it was a few months ago)

(also sorry for the characters that are in the lower tiers i swear even if i don’t like them most of them are still good memes. and the ones in “c” and “b” i’d definitely like more if there’s some good art/fics that explore their characters better though i might not actively look for it.)

OK so just to preface i havent seen most free times and most of my impression came from joseph anderson’s playthrough sooo i might be biased but im definitely planning on rewatching at least v3 in its entirety with all of its ftesO i guess it’s best if i start chronological and lemme just say. SAKURA OOGAMI IS BEST GIRL

it’s easy to say that im weak for big stronk gal who can lift me easily. and there is /definitely/ that point.

this is gonna sound weird but i really like the level-headedness she brings to the trials. i wouldnt say she’s the smartest but she rounds up the whole cast in a way that keeps the trials from being too absurd and non-sensical. there are other characters that also do this but seeing it come from her makes me happy somehow? maybe it’s because she also balances asahina in that sense and also that she’s the fourth trial stronk person who’s the most level headed compared to gonta and nekomaru. not saying those two are bad either, they’re great characters in their own right but i feel like their function is more on the side of entertaining rather than weighing in on the discussion. i especially think nekomaru’s whole thing with shitting is funny and it’s kinda a shame that sdr2 cut him from trials starting from the third.

speaking of sakura, yes i ship her with hina. no, duh. they’re good together. but i was also kinda touched when she talked about kenshiro. idk, sakura has two strong beefy hands and she can hold her girlfriend and boyfriend at the same time ok.(pretty sure kenshiro appears in udg but i havent experienced that game outside of seeing a few cutscenes so i wouldnt know)

also the fact that we get a callback to her in the strawberry house was. idk if i should say cool or if it was funny but it was something. and yep, her death was the saddest out of the fourth trials the games had. nekomaru’s death was more respectful for me and i felt more sad about gonta during his trial than his death. it’s more gruesome than sad, to be honest.(and ok the smoothskin joe gives to sakura is also kinda funny)

with other dr1 characters i like most of them are usually because of my friends’ (who got into dr years before i did) influence like kyoko and celeste. there are some others i laugh at but it’s more because of the inside jokes of the streamer i was watching.

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ok so with sdr2 komaeda is easily one of the top. but tbh the reason why it is is bc a few years ago i read this (illegally distributed) doujin that had written his character really well. tbh i feel kinda bad now knowing that the doujinka stopped circulating their doujin bc of that and some of the subject matter of their doujin is… a bit too much for me. but the ones that are good are really good and when i came into canon i was like, “oh, this is the fingers in ass guy who got memed to death" nowadays, i see him more as pickle nagito though. i am interested in seeing how his character can be… well, not redeemed but i want to see him heal. whiiich might never happen in canon bc his hope bagel personality is too infamous now.

also i know everyone hcs nagito’s voice as smth along the lines of nico’s voice or john’s voice but like consider jph’s stoner voice. please. it’s so fucking funny with the fucking pickle komaeda meme. maybe it’s bc although im not obsessed with hope or despair, i related to his way of seeing karma. 

after experiencing sdr2 thoough, lemme just say that johnny yong bosch did a great job voicing hajimmy hinata. like im not even kidding i really like that voice and if i was ursula i would steal that voice for my own use. buutt i cant do that. unlike komaeda, i’m pretty indifferent to his character arc and enjoy his one on one interactions with the characters more and how he reacts to the immediate events that happened over the course of sdr2.

soo yeah komaeda and hinata are literally opposites in my head, ain’t much of a surprise that i ship them i guess. but!! i like a lot of the gals in sdr2 surprisingly.

like, ok. maybe i’m biased but the designs for the gals in sdr2 are so goddamn adorable. like okay there’s the obvious ones like chiaki and sonia. and i don’t know why sonia’s personality is so goddamn adorable. like not in the “awww you’re so fucking uwu” type of way but more in the sense that she’s funny? it feels like even through all her weirdness that she still manages to make genuine connections with the characters.

with peko, it’s hard to dislike her considering her whole arc with the second trial. of course liking her goes in hand with liking fuyuhiko’s character too but i just like.. how stoic she sounds??? it’s adorable????? and with mikan yeah she kinda went… off in the third trial but consider???? her voice when she snaps was so goddamn hot?????????????? sdr2 has the best voice acting cant change my mind.

and i don’t know why, gundham is so goddamn funny and if i wanna show how absurd sdr2 can get i show my friends gundham’s scenes. he’s fucking funny, ok. and alongside nekomaru i can respect his death in a way. i goddamn saluted when i first watched his execution (with the full context of the trial) because i just really liked the conviction he carried with his murder.

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aand with v3…

miu’s one of the funniest character ever!! i swear. i know some people look at the sex jokes and go, “ugh” but im a manchild so i ended up enjoying her moments so much. though i’m kinda a bit meh on the fanservice side, i like how she’s one of the characters who sticks out more. in my language we call her “pentolan” i guess.

tenko’s kinda an easy character for me to like considering… stronk lady. would love for her to carry me. the misandry can get a bit too much but she’s also a pretty funny and genuine character on top of that so she came out with me liking her.

kaede and tsumugi are characters i grew to /love/ after i thought about them a lot.

with kaede, the point i started to relate to her… was with her thirst with girls. i swear im not joking. but. okay. i like her position as the protag and all her ideals. one thing i was surprised that didn’t manage to make me relate to her was her passion for piano considering i’ve also studied it for like, around 12 years. maybe it’s because i kinda fell out of it around 2 years ago because reasons. despite of that though, i like how assertive she was in her time as the protag. and her execution was goddamn beautiful.

tsumugi, though, i wouldn’t grow to love as much if it weren’t for 郁十‘s works. like. please. go watch all of their videos it’s all so good. i think someone else talked about this, but tsumugi’s position as the mastermind feels a lot more “human” than what we got with junko enoshima. compared to kaede, i feel like we could’ve gotten so much more with her as a villain and i just want to see more of her outside of her “plain bread” facade.

it might also be due to my own hcs for them so they’re on my head a lot more than most of the other v3 characters are. even more than my two actual favorites!!

ok, ok. kochiki and shuichi are definitely my favorites of the bunch. like, the toppest tiers of fav actually. it’s kinda hard to talk about these two separately tbh. maybe it’s because before danganronpa, my previous otp in my previous fandom had these two’s dynamics as well. and like, there’s a certain pairing to a fandom i haven’t caught up to in years who also have a detective/phantom thief dynamic. aaand also persona 5 and that one pairing that i don’t have to name for people to know which is my otp.

yeah i’m a sucker for these types of characters. it’s kinda typical that they’d be popular in the fandom. which i’ll  h a p p i l y  eat up.

soo it’s kinda easy to start with kochiki. i think i don’t have to go into every minute detail and go all meta on why i like him as a character because a lot of people have articulated better on why his character works. he’s fun to watch when interacting with other characters and figuring out his motivation put my brain on work. i’ll say this though, i actually enjoy kokichi better when he’s not being woobified. he’s a rat through and through and i will enjoy this possum boi for that.

(oh wait, possum boi is rantaro. nvm.)

and now mr. detective himself. so i loved his character at first. didn’t love him more than kochiki but. liked his arc, he was a fun protag. then the fan content came and he became very moe in my eyes so i guess it’s easier to say that i uh, like fancontent of shuichi better but i like canon kokichi better. and also how is it that the majority of ousai e-rated works has shuichi as a top SHUICHI IS NOT A TOP um yeah anyway. i feel like out of all the main characters he’d be a pretty nice person to hang out with.

also his eyelashes are nice. im totally not embarrassed while typing this out. im literally physically restraining myself from typing out more so i can not embarrass myself even further.

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okay congrats anon here you are i hope you enjoyed this embarrassing mess it took me more than a day to type this out because i don’t know where i should stop myself regarding some characters. but uh yeah. i have gushed. now i shall return to the abyss.

(unless anybody asks me to gush about my ocs which might actually be thrice as long as this)

[sometimes-i-get-ideas]

Relax

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Words: 2015

Warnings: smut and cursing 

A/n: So it’s the first one shot I ever published on Tumblr, the first smut I write and also the first thing with the Avengers so be gentle with me but don’t hesitate to give your opinion, it’s more than welcome! Also, Peter is 22 and you’re 21. Hope you enjoy it! 

Plot: You’ve been an Avenger for a couple of years now, but it started to really weigh on your shoulders lately. You can’t seem to relax or control your powers especially when it comes to your superhero appearance. When you’re in full superhero mode your hands and eyes are fully black, looking like they’re undergoing necrosis, but even in your normal state, they stay this way nowadays. But maybe you can find a way to relax. 

Y/N was lying on the couch in the headquarters’ living room. Wanda was next to her, playing with her powers. Tony was on the couch opposite of them, working on a tablet and Steve was on the chair next to him reading To Kill a Mockingbird. The room was quiet until Y/N sighed.  

"I just don’t know how you guys do it. I’m literally so pissed right now that I could actually kill someone. I hate the feeling. I can’t even make my hands normal again!"

Her hands were black once more. She rubbed them on her eyes and sighed again, almost crying. 

"Shit." She let out. 

Wanda moved closer to her.

"Well, you just need to find something to relieve you. Like meditation. Or even weed."

"I fucking tried both, doesn’t work. And the more missions I do the more pissed I get."

"You need to have sex. That what you need." Cap said, without even looking up at her. 

"Wow, dude what the fuck?"

"He is right. Sex is a good way to get dopamine quickly." Tony added.

"Oh my god I feel like I’m talking to my parents about sex, it’s sooo wrong. Plus I don’t have time to find a hookup."

Wanda grabbed her shoulders.

"There’s plenty of people here."

« Ew, no that’s gross, plus you guys are too old for me."

"I’m not that much older than you." 

"Yeah but you’re straight."

"Well yeah okay that’s true."

"So back to square one."

Natasha entered the living room, having heard all the conversation.

"Peter is only one year older than you. And I feel like he could use the relief too. He’s always so tense."

"I heard that Nat." Peter yelled from his room.

Y/N looked up quickly to the hallway. 

"Wow, great!" She dropped her head heavily on the couch and sighed again.   

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything. Spidey-hearing remember." He yelled again.

"Shit."

"I heard worst don’t worry. »

Someone knocked on Peter’s door. He lifted his head from his web-shooters he was working on.

"Come in." He said looking at the door.

Y/N stepped into his room, closing the door behind. 

"Hey dude, what’s up?"

"Well, huh, I’m still weird out that you heard the conversation."

"That’s it?" He laughed.

"Yeah, well didn’t know you were there."

"It happens a lot, don’t worry. It’s like I never heard it."

"Great. Okay. Thanks." She started taping her left foot on the floor.

He went back to his web-shooters, thinking that she was gonna leave.

"How do you do it?"

"Huh?" He looked back at her.

"How do… You know, relax?"

"Well, to be honest, I never fully."

"Not my question."

He hesitated, sighed and dropped the tools he was working with.

"Well okay, hum." He rubbed his hands on his face. "I usually jerk off." 

"And that works?"

"Like I said not fully. But it helps at least a bit."

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"But I could die for someone sucking my dick. Fuck."

"I could die for sex."

"It’s been two years since I touched someone other than myself."

"Yep, me too."

They high-fived and laughed.

"If I would have known, I wouldn’t be an Avenger. Trust me."

They laughed again. Then the room went quiet.

"Maybe Natasha’s not wrong."

"About?"

"Really Peter?" She groaned. "Us" She gestured between the two of them. "Fucking."

"Oh that... Maybe it would make things easy for us. » He shrugged. 

"Yeah, we could try."

He opened his eyes wide.

"Right now?"

"What? No. I’m good. But if one of us needs it one day. Why not. »

She shrugged too, while he scratched his neck.

"Okay. Deal."

"Cool."

Y/N punched the wall. Multiple times yelling harder every time. She started bleeding but wasn’t in the mood to heal herself. Peter came running in the bathroom. He was in his suit. Ready to fight whoever intruded the headquarters. 

"What the fuck is happening?"

She turned back to look at him. Her eyes and hands fully black.

"A little boy just fucking died in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything. If I’m not able to save a fucking child, how am I supposed to be a hero, huh ?!" She was yelling, getting madder by the second.

Peter relaxed and came close to her, and tried to put his hands on her shoulders. But before he could she sent him flying to the wall. 

"Dude I’m just trying to help you."

"Well as you can see it’s not fucking working."

He started to smirk and she looked at him, confused.

"I think that the solution."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Fucking."

"What?"

She let him off the wall.

"Yeah, like we talked about. You need the relief, and I had a pretty shitty day too so why not help each other?"

"Are you serious?" 

He took off his mask, slowly. And she felt more attracted to him that she never was before. He came closer to her. And then licked his lower lip before smirking. And she felt hot. Everywhere. Angry but kind of turned on. He looked at her lips smirking again. 

"Can I?"

"Fuck yeah you can."

Before he could kiss her, she crashed their lips together. She was hungry, hungry for him and even more for a slight relief. He felt his dick growing bigger in his suit. It was a long time since someone touched him, so it was simple to be aroused. She felt his semi-hard and palmed it. He left out a moan.

"Fuck."

"You really need it too."

"So much."

He led them to the wall, pressing her closer to him. And without interrupting the kiss, or more like their make-out session, she jumped tangling her legs around his lower back. He caught her ass with his left hand and grabbed the wall with the right. They started grinding on each other, faster and harder. And then she abruptly stopped. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He said concerned as he tried catching his breath. She smirked and flickered her wrist. 

"Close. Muffled." The lock on the door closed. She turned her eyes back to his. "Don’t want anybody to stop us. Or hear us."

He smirked.

"Smart girl."

She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands and went back to kissing him. It was sloppier than before. He started kissing her neck, while she was palming his dick. Both of them moaning louder and louder. He then put his hand under her shirt, and she took the hint that it was time to take it off. She unclasped her bra. He got harder at the sight, which made her wetter. 

"Fuck. Your boobs are so... Can I play with them?"

"Gosh, it’s so sexy that you ask."

"I knew you’d like that."

He put his mouth on her left nipple to suck and lick on it, while his hand formerly on the wall was playing with the other one. She moaned and went back to playing with his dick. 

He lifted her higher on his body to have a better view and access to her breast.

"Want me to go back on the ground?" She said in between moans. 

He looked up from her breast to her eyes. Confused. 

"No. Why would I want that." 

"I don’t know maybe it’s too heavy over time."

"What? No. Spidey-strength. Now can I go back to sucking your nipple? Or do you have any more questions?" He said more serious that she never saw him before.

She was so surprised her pussy tightened. She didn’t let him go back to his activity but instead attacked his neck. Sucking and licking, every inch. He pressed himself even closer to her. 

She then without stopping kissing him, tried to find the zipper in the back of his suit. And when she didn’t she grew more and more frustrated. 

"How do you get that shit off?! Fuck."

He laughed and just pressed the button on his chest. The suit dropped on the floor.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He laughed again. She looked at him up and down and smirked.

"Someone likes to go commando I see." 

"I thought you were in danger. Didn’t have time to put underwear on."

"It makes things easier." 

"Maybe on my hand but you are too dressed." 

"I can fix that."

She flicked her wrist. 

"Clothes off."

Her leggings and panties dropped on the floor next to them. Peter bit his lips, closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"Bless the people that did experiments on you." 

She stared at him, kinda surprised kinda excited that someone would be turned on by her powers. 

"That was weird sorry."

"No, actually it’s kinda nice to hear that."

He went back to kiss her. One hand back on the wall and the other squeezing her ass. 

"Your ass is so firm. Goddamn."

She smirked and put her hands on his ass.

"Can say the same about yours. I love dudes with tight asses."

"Perks of being an Avenger. I guess." 

They went back to kissing. His dick so close to her pussy, that she could feel it twitching. She broke the kiss once again.

"What now." Peter said frustrated.

She flicked her wrist.

"Condom."

One appeared in her hand. Peter was so impressed by her. She untied her legs and drop on the floor. She opened the condom wrapper and took the condom out. She pushed Peter a little and dropped on her knees. 

"May I?"

He took her wrist in his hand. 

"No today is about you."

"Shut up. I want to do it."

She slapped his hand. Put the condom on the head of his dick and unraveled it with her mouth. Slowly, teasing him. His head went back and his eyes rolled back.

"Feels so fucking good."

She took the dick out of her mouth, and kissed the head. She looked up at Peter.

"Can’t wait for you to fuck me."

His dick twitched. He then took her hand to help her up and pushed her on the wall, her ass facing him. He came closer to her, pushed her hair out of her face. And said whispering.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes daddy." She said mischievous.

"Oh my god." His dick twitched once more.

He guided his dick in her. Slowly. So slowly that she ended up bringing him closer to her.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me."

"As you wish." He smirked.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and started pounding her. Her moans turned into whimpers. As his turned into bestial groans. It’s been a long time since they both felt so good. She guided his hand that, was resting in her lower belly, to her clit. He played with it. So well. She couldn’t hold anymore, she was just a mess. 

"I’m gonna come."

"Oh but please do."

Her body started to slowly shake. Her orgasm taking over her. Once she was back from her high, she felt so relaxed. And Peter was still at it. 

"I want to see you." She let out.

He got out of her so that she could face him. He took her left leg and put it on his lower back, while he inserted himself again. She took his head in her hands and looked at him straight in the eyes. 

"Don’t cum. I say when you can."

He looked at her desperately. She said no with her head. It was so hard to hold it. Her being in charge was all he wanted. 

"Now baby."

He let himself go, releasing any tension in him. He was out of breath and put his head in the crook of her neck. 

"Fuck… It was so good."

"Yeah, it really was. And look."

He came out of his nest. And saw that her hands were back to normal.

"I guess the old guys were right."

"Yeah…We should definitely do that more."

"Agreed." 

[honorguk]

Dating » Lucas (NCT)

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-- What it’s like to date Lucas from NCT (based on my assumptions). Enjoy! 

»•» OVERALL:

- lucas is a loud dork so when i say that he is even more of a mess with u i mEAn it

- he’s like hella caring too so if he suspects that you’re feeling down even the tiniest bit he instantly forgets everything’s he’s doing - or supposed to be doing - and turns his attention onto you. unless he’s the one you’re mad at but that’s a different story

- a lil cringy and shows off his girlfriend a lil too much but as if you’d complain

- but he’ll also show himself off and make you brag about him and his biceps but tbh you how can u not

- doesn’t understands periods but still suggests he goes out and buys u things like food and pads. tampons still scare him. 

- he also googles on what will help cramps and even though you already know you still thank him for it

- randomly speaks in korean? and cantonese? as if you understand?

- he also tries pronouncing the words with an english accent in hopes of u getting it

- “i’m a multilingual king, babe”

- will make fun of your height no matter how short or tall (but u know he’s joking cos he’d never be an ass on purpose huehue)

- giggly boy

- “babe.”

- good morning texts!! he even like tracks down your time when he’s away or you’re away or if the timezones are plainly different uwu

- hand literally the size of your head

- “whenever you cup my face i feel darkness engulfing me”

- “big hands... you know what they say.”

- “lucas no that’s not even how it goes”

- u own a collection of his shirts that he keeps growing out of

- so chessy! but he’s so smooth! especially when you make self-deprecating jokes

- “dude i’m such trash”

- “then let me take you out ;)”

- you’ll be constantly reassured that you’re his world and that he loves you

- he makes u do cheesy romantic stuff and tbh it doesn’t turn out to be as bad as you think (most of the time)

- matching lockscreens

- hate will often bring him down but knowing there’s someone like you by his side (as well as the members obvs) he slowly begins to ignore the messages. he’s a strong individual and with a lil help gaining his confidence from his friends, family, and partner he knows how to turn that frown upside down 

- will always cuddle and if you’re both on the couch his head will find a way onto your lap

- loves when you play with his hair and loves playing with yours right back

- couple outfits!! over-the-top matching but at least it shows that you’re each other’s 

- he said “i love you” first

- however cringy or weird this kid is, he still remains your best friend and you his.

»•» DATES YOU GO ON:

- amusement parks! this big child will go bloody bananas over some swinging boat ride and literally scream the whole time hE IS 7 DO U UNDERSTAND-

- he drags you onto roller coasters which i would’t say you’re very fond of but at least you get to slyly hold his hand uwu

- but then again he also doesn’t mind taking you to some park for a quiet walk and maybe a coffee shop after

- he’s a very chill guy if i’m honest he don’t mind he don’t judge

- respectful of your choices too  

- cuddle dates are also an option

»•» PET NAMES:

- “babe”

- “sweet”

- “my love”

- “my lady” (i’m sorry)

- pretty much anything else that comes to mind tbh but those are his main ones

- also comes up with weird shit too like ur waking up and all of a sudden you’re being called an egg mcmuffin

»•» WHILE ON TOUR:

- tbh this boy whiny all the members are begging you to call him so he stops complaining that he’s away from his egg mcmuffin

- constant texts

- sends memes (when he finally gets them cos he is also 80)

- when he doesn’t have access to his phone he asks for mark’s or whoever is around bc he can’t cope

- again,, good morning/good nigh texts

- when on call at night he waits for you to fall asleep then ends the call

»•» ARGUING/MAKING UP:

- he can’t

- literally like you guys don’t really fights only when like when he was being dumb and shoved a fork into the toaster bc the bread wasn’t popping out and you were concerned for his safety

- at first he tries making jokes but then he realizes that you’re genuinely upset and his dorky demeanor will fade 

- he prefers to not yell or break anything because that’s just not the way he rolls

- he doesn’t touch you (he’s big on personal space) and when he realizes he’s wrong he won’t look at you as he’s a guilty pup

- but if he’s confident that he’s right, he’ll stand his ground and as calmly as possible try to explain his point of view

- sometimes it does get heated and he raises his voice, but he’s very conscious when he does it, so if he yells, it’s for a reason

- you always make up - he never goes to bed (and doesn’t let you either) until you guys are completely off each other’s dick

- sometimes you end up BEING on each other’s dick tho (reader in this case isn’t limited to female)

- so spEAKING OF DICK-

»•» NSFW:

- tbh i’ll probably be doing a nsfw a-z on lucas so here’s a summary

- loud! just as he is outside of the bedroom, he is inside

- is so up to trying new things and toys and positions but also respects you and your opinion so if you say vanilla ya’ll go vanilla

- won’t degrade,, he can’t do that to his egg mcmuffin queen

- not acc that kinky?? mostly because he was a virgin before you met lmaoo

- excited!! he’s always hyper even if it’s like hella romantic and sensual he hyper

- needs your guidance sometimes so he likes you on top cos he wants you to feel good first his own pleasure is nowhere as important

- repeatedly say that he loves you and likes it when you repeat it back (you always do)

right folks thanks for reading i really appreciate it i know this was messy and very casual but tbh i only properly write when it’s a book and yall know ya girl aint that commited sooo