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st4rbe0m · 5 months ago

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PAIRING ▸ Choi Yeonjun x reader

SUMMARY ▸ On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting. And with that second, first meeting came the idea to strike a deal - a mutual agreement to help both parties out favorably, till the end of summer. Luckily, or unluckily, it just so happens that the summer doesn't last forever.

GENRE ▸ strangers to lovers, highschool au, fake dating au, suggestive scenes, includes kissing, jock Yeonjun, kinda nerdy (?) reader (they're friends with Soobin and Beomgyu if that helps), fluff with angst, includes underage drinking and swearing.

PLAYLIST ▸ High School in Jakarta by NIKI, I Like Me Better by Lauv, Bubble Gum by NewJeans, Ghosting by TXT, Ditto by NewJeans, small town by Clara Benin.

WC ▸ 12.9K words

A/N ▸ She's finally here 😭🥹 I'm quite proud of this one guys. It's loosely based off my own high school relationship (which unfortunately, didn't end as great as this fic did). It's also my first time writing such a long story, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, and please do let me know how you guys felt about it. Love you!!

PART OF THE ANTHOLOGY SERIES

The world as you know it is ending. There’s meteors and asteroids crashing down, balls of fire and smoke rapidly descending on your world. The world you’d built since middle school.

Not the world as we know it, of course. No, the world with its 8 billion population and sprawling cities and countries wasn’t coming to an end - but it was your world, with its own islands and own niches coming down to debris rapidly.

Your world meant the things you did - it meant how you stayed up all night on school nights to play Minecraft with Soobin and Beomgyu, your two closest friends since childhood. It means the music you listened to. Usually that included whatever preppy tune that used to overtake the charts. The One Direction boys’ perfect harmonies were all the rage of 2014. Justin Bieber had the hearts of young girls by the fist. But that was middle school. That was 2014, which ended a few months ago. 2015 was the incoming year of the new batch of freshmen in their town’s high school. 2015, and there’s new artists and new bands and new games. It’s 2015 and the world you crafted with wide-eyed dreams and glitter pens is over, and the swooping lurch of reality hits you square in the chest just as the summer heat settles over everyone.

The First Summer - summer before freshman year

“Soobin, can you pay attention maybe? Fucking hell.” Beomgyu’s loud usually. Beomgyu’s louder when irritated however. And today he decided to be loud, irritated and angry, and the unnecessary screaming match between Soobin and Beomgyu was just the strike of the match of patience you had needed. “Enough!” Seriously, if you’re gonna fight this much, just beat each other up! I’d rather have you both in battle than this silly screaming match.” Your voice is shrill and the annoyance is heavy. Yet, it does nothing to affect the pair. Instead, all they did was give short laughs. “You can’t shout at us like that you '', the pouty eyes and whining tone of Beomgyu softened you up immediately, and you grinned back with a retaliation ready. “Beomgyu, let Soobin text his sweetheart next door, or else he’ll wilt like a plant deprived of sunlight.” The statement leaves the both of you in a fit of giggles the moment the entire sentence left your lips, and left Soobin to be the pouting one this time. “What do you both even know? To be in love with someone?”, the dramatics were oozing off Soobin, the sore subject of his very strong feeling for his next door neighbor making him more susceptible to teasing from you and Beomgyu. “And what do you know? You haven’t confessed either!”, accusatory, as you told him. It would be wonderful, absolutely delightful for Soobin to pull up his big boy pants and finally ask the other girl out. Not only because they’d make a delightful couple, but also because maybe he’d shut up about the qualms of unrequited (which honestly was quite requited if he just stopped being so blind) love.

“How’s the existential crisis popping along, you? Are we still the lamest duo you could hang out with that will kill your nonexistent street cred?”. Chucking a throw pillow at the boy, you sighed, the dramatics being your concern now. “You guys don’t get it, do you? This is highschool. The real deal. The next four years of people’s cherished memories.” “You want to peak in highschool badly, don’t you?” “Shut up Soobin!”

They wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t get how highschool mattered to you. How being 15, then 17, then 18 happens only once in life. You’re young in love as a teenager once, and you’re living life on the cusp only one. Romanticizing highschool was a silly cliche, and you were by no means a daydreaming romantic (Eh, maybe sometimes). But living, to experience, to feel, to love, meant something to you. It meant something to the little girl who watched those romcoms in the darkness of her room on a blue light screen. Watching how wonderful guys fell in love with wonderful girls. Watching how the boy loved the girl regardless of status quo. High School was a lake and you were a small pebble ready to skim its surface with accuracy and precision.

“Are you Machiavelli or something? Stop making that scheming face, seriously. It’s giving me the creeps I’ll be honest. This just resulted in another pillow to the face.

The summer heat, a slow wave of buzzing energy that rolled over the entire town, made most of its residents lethargic. But lethargy wasn’t an option for 15 year olds, especially 15 year olds in the Y/L/N household. Several nags and a good scolding from your mother had you working at the convenience store two blocks down. A job that you were certain of, might just be the first of its kind in the way it could kill the employee of boredom. “At least you get the AC. And us!”. Huening Kai was an absolutely wonderful person. Honestly, there was no way to say anything negative according to you, which made Taehyun roll his eyes often. The two boys would frequent the store often. The first day because Kai was craving an ice pop to battle the heat. But once the pair had seen you prettily working the register all by your lonesome, and the boys not having anything interesting to while away their time with, began to visit you on your shifts, eating the almost expired stock and chitchatting.

Even from the corny sentence Kai had just said, you could only bring herself to frown, but not get annoyed at the sunshine boy. The summer reinvention was in full swing. Calling it a reinvention made you uncomfortable sometimes. It was just a few tweaks right? It’s not like you were going to lose yourself completely. A harmless fine-tuning of the machinery, shinier gears and fancier covering.

Convenient store afternoons were idyll - no customers, and usually no Kai and Taehyun, who’d take the most deep afternoon naps they could take. Today, however, they’d decided to forego the naps, and they hung around the back, to analyze which candy was the best for the summer.

You're sitting at the till, bright light shining right through the spotless plexiglass, hair gently swooping over your face, illuminating the strands. There’s a slight breeze from the droning AC that cools whatever sweat was beading your forehead. A lazy afternoon, light and airy, with the low hanging summer making the world around simmer like a boiling pot. It was this afternoon, that the bell tinkled as the convenience store’s door opened, the sound jingling faintly over the sound of buzzing cicadas and grasshoppers. It was this afternoon, uneventful like the rest, until it wasn’t - that you looked up to meet the eyes of Choi Yeonjun.

“Any ice cream?”, the older boy asked, eyes shining like two pebbles under a clear lake on a summer’s day. Breaking out of your stupor, you just nodded, a bit frantic considering how you were caught in such an awkward way. Brushing whatever hair that had surrounded your face, you got up with a slight metallic screech of the chair you sat at, stumbling to where the freezer was. Opening up the box, you gestured to an assortment of cold treats that were laid out for the customers. Humming to himself, Yeonjun just scanned the ice creams, then shifted his eyes to you. You, who was already staring at his sharp side profile, the way the sunlight seemed to poke out from the sharp bridge of his nose to the way his lips seemed more plump than they were with the way he was chewing at them. Making eye contact with him, he simply asked with a slight smirk, “What do you suggest?”. “Huh?”, you asked dumbly, not catching his question with the way you were busy ogling the older boy. “Which flavor do you like?”, “Oh! Personally, I’d say you can never go wrong with chocolate. The chocolate chip choco cones are wonderful for this season. But if you need something to beat the heat, a lime popsicle would be the best.” “You seem to have a PhD in ice cream.”, the boy teased, as he eyed the way your cheeks grew warmer and your pupils widening slightly at his jest. “Oh sorry if that was too much! Um yeah, I guess th-that’s my suggestion.”, hurriedly avoiding his eyes and going back to gesturing at ice creams. A pale veiny hand reached into the ice box to pick out two ice creams - a choco chip cone and a lime-berry popsicle. Slightly waving the two at you with a smile, he proceeded to strut up to the counter, head turned back at you as he said with a voice that made your heart constrict and release butterflies, “ Why not both then? Can’t go wrong with recommendations from the master, can I?”. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was quite obvious now. You were absolutely enamored by Choi Yeonjun. Hurrying up to the counter and reciting his bill, he paid the money and a bit extra with a wink, for the “pretty cashier at the register who has a thesis on sweet treats.”. And just as easily he’d appeared, with a flirtatious smile and charm to knock any girl off her feet, Yeonjun was gone from the store, with ice cream and quite possibly your senses and bearings. “TweedleDee and TweedleDum, you can come out now. I can see the tops of your head. I can also feel your annoying presence”, you groaned as a sheepish Hueningkai and Taehyun appeared, both clamoring about how they didn't “mean to eavesdrop” and how “they were leaving the back store room when they say the interaction between you and Yeonjun take place.” But honestly, that wasn’t your biggest concern right now. The two kids were harmless, anyways. What concerned you was how the image of those dazzling eyes wouldn’t leave your head. How smooth his voice was when he spoke to you. For someone ready to break out of the daydream land you found yourself in, Choi Yeonjun was insistent to keep you under. And for him, maybe going breathless was worth it.

The Second Summer - summer before junior year

It’s 2018 and it’s the end of your life. Well, to be fair, your life has been “ending” since freshman year, and your two friends have been watching you become the one who cried wolf every single time. “You don’t get it Soob,” with the cellphone perched on your shoulder, “I don’t know how you and Beomgyu aren’t freaking the hell out right now.” Soobin lets out a disinterested hum, deciding to conference Beomgyu in, because why would he be the sole victim to this torture? Sitting down on the bed with a force and a breath of indignation leaving your lips, you just continue your rant. “Soobin and Beomgyu. This is the year it gets real. College prep. Entrance exams. Volunteering and extracurriculars. Don’t you get it? At least Rin gets it. Rin’s with me-” “And that must suck for you, Soobin” a teasing Beomgyu interrupted, while Soobin stayed wordless, probably sulking behind the phone, too pouty to retaliate. This sudden remembrance made you laugh, and joining in on the fun, you said, “Yeah Soobs, how have you still not gotten the balls to ask her out?”, but you regretted the words that came out of your mouth, immediately anticipating what was coming and what's next. And just as you predicted, Soobin launched off on his monologue, “Crushing on Yeonjun isn’t a problem then huh? What about that? You’ve spent a year and half pining for the most wanted guy in the school, Y/N? Isn’t that funny?”, all the words spilling out in a single breath of a sentence. “Alright Soobin, I’ll lay off your case if you lay off mine. Besides, it’s easier to target Beomgyu, no?”. And with that the bickering went off again, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A lot has changed since that summer in freshman year, with the chance encounter with Yeonjun. For one, you stopped working there the moment summer ended, which disheartened you slightly considering you would see less of Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun, the two boys you’d grown quite fond of in this short span of time. But the missing soon expired the moment the duo entered highschool themselves in your sophomore year, growing slightly closer to your friend group despite the year’s gap in age. They were the new addition along with Rin, Soobin’s neighbor and longtime crush, to your lunch table. A moment in time where SAT scores and classes, crushes and heartbreaks ceased to exist, and it was just your friends and you, suspended in an emulsion of feelings of friendship, and youth.

Another thing that had changed since that summer was you yourself. Though your reinvention didn’t go the way you had planned - you still had matured. The crybaby 14 year old had grown into someone who knew how to stand up for themselves. The same person who’d spend nights crying because of mismatched schedules was moving up the academic ladder.

And reappearing on that same lunch table on the first day of sophomore year, and then sticking it out till the end of the academic swing, with a whole new set of expectations crammed into binders and assignments, and the promise of new memories to make, was your friend group and you - a couple of kids ready to take on the world. Hand in hand, laughter shared and fondness obvious, it was going to be a good summer. You could feel it, in the jokes Beomgyu shared and the shrieking laugh Kai let out without fail. Grinning along to their antics, your eyes scanned the lunchroom.

One thing hadn’t changed with the seasons, and that was your fascination with the school’s IT boy, Choi Yeonjun. A wonderful enigma - athletic, kind and good looks all combining to create the most perfect gentleman you in your years of living had had the chance of meeting. He sat at the table diagonal to yours, and with a piercing heart did you remember that with all the changes, Yeonjun changed too - in the sense that he’d gotten a girlfriend. A girlfriend whom he adored, which was obvious to anyone with two eyes. 16 nearing 17years old and a heartthrob with a heart of gold himself, it was written clear as day in the leaflets of destiny, that Choi Yeonjun would be someone who would make a mile-wide crater of an impact on people’s lives. And as your eyes moved away from where Yeonjun sat with an arm slung around his girlfriend, the disappointment was quite evident in them, that you found yourself locking eyes with Rin, who held a look of pity. Shaking your head and offering a smile that said, “No worries”, you shifted your attention back to your friends.

Choi Yeonjun may be at a school lunch table less than a foot away from you. But anyone who had lived through the apocalyptic land of highschool could tell that in reality, he was miles away.

And this summer, he would be light years away - no longer a friendly customer at a convenience store where you no longer worked, but rather a fading memory of a golden summer’s afternoon, where you could for the first time, feel sparks lighting up inside your eyeballs when they looked into his. The first time your heart would do somersaults to be in his presence. The first crush. Your first crush, the golden boy.

Being in the middle of the food chain of status quo meant having its own advantages and disadvantages. And a certain disadvantage was that sure, you were moderately more liked then the people above you, and you weren’t picked on nor where you shunned into isolation. But it meant that a very mediocre position came with a mediocre life. Your friend group wasn’t the type to be firstly favored to be invited to parties and blowouts with the older kids like some of your peers were. And frankly, your friends weren’t the type to be dying for those coveted invitations either. They were the ones who’d rather watch the Scream movies in order despite the fact that the entire group, minus Taehyun, were deathly afraid of horror movies. And honestly, you were all content with that - to make bad predictions to the endings and have Taehyun poke fun at the way you all fell for the jumpscares every single time.

But to reach to maybe even the periphery of Yeonjun’s area meant having to put yourself out there, just a little bit. And the time was no better than now, when Miyawaki Sakura, the foreign exchange junior you had the opportunity to help out when she first arrived in the beginning of the year, invited you to a blowout on the last day of the school party being held at her place. The lovely Japanese girl, who’d been meek and as quiet as a mouse had blossomed just like the flower her name signified, and grown out of her shell to be one of the rather popular girls in not only her year, but the entire school. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, but also possessed the kindest of hearts - evident in the way that even after her rise to popularity, she hadn't forgotten the helpful sophomore who had shown her the ropes around school.

Scoring the invite wasn’t an issue but rather convincing your homebody, introverted friends to tag along was - Taeyhyun and Kai were already on their ways to their respective family homes, so it was between Rin, Soobin and Beomgyu and if luck would have it, all three.

“Guys please. We always have some other time to do these things - Rin I promise you, I’ll sit and finish the lego set with you myself. Soobin, Gyu - be so serious right now. You’re missing the hottest party of the year to watch freaking anime? Guys please!”. The whining and pleading and pouting along with shining up big puppy-dog eyes at all of them was all you had in your arsenal. “Y/N.” A single, serious utter of your name has you shooting another helpless look Soobin, putting quite possibly all your charm into this one. “We’ll go. Shut the hell up now.”

Jumping up from where you were sat on the floor of his bedroom, you shot off to where he and Beomgyu were on the couch, browsing through streaming services for new animes, to engulf him a bone-crushing hug that had him releasing his own expletives and swears, begging to be released, but chuckling along, nonetheless. Pulling Rin along with you, with a complaint from Soobin and Beomgyu about where the two of you were going off without them, giving a loud laugh, you just called out - “It’s a party, we have to dress up!”

Rin was humming along to whatever pop music had begun auto-playing as the playlist you both had put together for the process had exhausted itself, and it was something neither of you paid mind to, too busy concentrating on fixing eyeliner wings and choosing the right accessories to match your outfits. It wasn’t that you and Rin weren’t friends - no it was great having a girl in the group to help you handle Beomgyu and Soobin’s antics. But it was rather that Rin was the closest to Soobin, which had made conversation stall a bit. Yet the silence was friendly and not awkward at all. A few more beats and a song later, Rin off-handedly mentioned something that had you freezing in your spot. “Now that Yeonjun’s single, it won’t hurt to make your move Y/N.” “Yeonjun single, since when?” you asked perplexed. “But they were sitting together at that table just last week?”. “That’s the thing, Y/N. Right on that very day, Yunha and Yeonjun unexpectedly broke up. There’s no news on why, or how. But many speculate from what they saw that Yeonjun was the one who cut it right off, the one who initiated it.”

Your mind was spinning. A perfect guy and a not-so-perfect girl. What could’ve gone wrong with them? What made them fall apart like that? And so much so - it wasn’t that you were one of those people who would see him as an object on the market again. No, he was fresh off a relationship he recently broke off - and it surely would leave a stain on any person’s life. So many questions and so many feelings, and the nagging reminder of your own crush on Yeonjun felt like an anchor inside you, pulling at your heartstrings in a way that made them creak the most bittersweet tune. A boy you’d loved from afar, was now slightly closer in the binoculars you viewed him with. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still distances away.

“I don’t think so Rin”, came your thought-out reply. “Freshly broken up with? I don’t stand a chance. Not to mention that it’s not only me, but half the school that likes him”. Looking up to where Rin sat snickering, you pointedly asked her, “What?”. Halting her laughter, she just said with a warm twinkle in her eye, half turned towards you, pulling a hair brush through her locks. “The school may have a crush on Yeonjun, but you, Y/N, are head over heels.”

And this was something that weighed heavily on your mind all the way to the party, crammed in Soobin’s mini SUV which he borrowed from his parents for the night after incessant begging and pleading. Rin had a point, you thought, when you glanced at her from where she sat up front next to Soobin, the two lost in their own lovesick bubble. You really were head over heels of Yeonjun, and it had you tripping on your feet and falling more often than not. Pulling up the street crammed with several other cars, the bass reverberating through a specific house on the cul-de-sac lined curb made it obvious what the destination was. Finally managing to tightly squeeze the car into a spot far down, the four of you made your way down to the house, now emitting different sorts of LED lights and boosting party hits, with a hand wrapped around Beomgyu’s, both of you stuck in your own conversation that was continuing from the car.

Standing at the door were two heavy-set boys, part of the school football team - Seo Changbin and Lee Chan, both coincidentally being Yeonjun’s closest friends. The fourth of their little musketeer squad was Jung Wooyoung, the wild spirit of a boy, filled with spunk and charisma, was probably inside the house, tearing up whatever makeshift dance floor the party provided. Nodding slightly in recognition at you, no doubt already informed about your invite by Sakura, Changbin just shot you a charming grin, accented with the obvious amounts of copious liquor he’d already downed before your arrival, and said, “You know Y/N, I’m not going to lie, I always thought you were too pipsqueak to come to one of these”. He’d given a look to Chan to man the doors himself for a while, and an unspoken second agreement between the both you couldn’t quite decipher. “Well, I couldn’t turn down Sakura at all”, you laughed sheepishly, flanked by Soobin’s lanky frame who was clutching on to Rin, and Beomgyu next to Changbin, all of you crossing the threshold to the zone of booze, loud music and people ready to share some skin. Changbin seemed insistent to talk to you, for some reason, as he continued, “Whatever magic Kkura played on you, I’m glad it worked, because you’re here.”, he beamed with a confident sort of happiness. “O-oh, me too.”, blinking at the sudden confession. “I’m glad I’m here too. This is Yeonjun’s house, is it?”, you cringed slightly at yourself. Of course it was, everyone knew this was his party. Barking a short laugh, he said, “Yeah, of course. Resident party boy couldn’t help himself on the first day of summer.” You had no idea where Changbin was leading you to, but judging from the way you guys were walking towards an ajar patio door, you figured he wanted you in the backyard to hear you better over the music, where the number of partygoers were much less. Why he wanted to hear you at all, was still a mystery.

With all the questions and slightly flirty lines being thrown at you from Changbin, you’d managed to completely ignore how you’d lost your friends in the crowd, how Soobin’s comforting presence was not near you, or how you couldn’t hear Beomgyu’s raucous laughter anymore. Finally breathing in the fresh gale of air as you guys stepped on to the wooden flooring of his back porch, it seemed Changbin’s agenda was made clearer - the way he cupped the curve of your cheek, staring deeply into your eyes. And it made you brake in your steps, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Y/N. You’re cute. I’m cute. Cuter, maybe”, he giggled with a wink, as the thought that he might be quite tipsy had already washed over you. “Let’s get out of here?”, he said, beckoning towards the back gate of the house. And you, were absolutely fucking frozen. Here was an attractive boy asking you out, and all your stupid mind could think of was how badly you wished this was Yeonjun, and not his friend. And maybe you wished too hard, because from right behind the waiting figure of Changbin seemed to materialize Choi Yeonjun, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, smiling lightly as he met your eyes. The sharpness of his nose and the way his eyes seemed to crinkle around its corners. God damnit. Even in the worst of your moments, you seemed to be absolutely haunted by this six feet tall soccer player.

“Hey, convenience store. Is this guy bothering you?”. Your mouth was open, but it seemed that no words would be coming out anytime soon. Glaring at his friend for icing his game, which just hardened when Yeonjun put an arm around his friend’s plentiful bicep, he just ushered Changbin away from you, still smiling at you as he explained, “He’s quite drunk right now. I’m glad you didn’t answer him anything, I’m surprised this dumbass can even stand on his own two feet, with the way he was pre-gaming before. Again, my bad, uh- what’s your name again? Can’t keep calling you convenience store now, can I?”

Here was Choi Yeonjun, talking to you about more than just ice cream flavors and homework. Here was Choi Yeonjun, helping you from making a dumb move with a drunk guy. Here was Choi Yeonjun, awaiting your response while you continued standing there mum.

“U-uh yeah! It’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. I worked at the convenience store, yes. But I stopped working there now!”

There was some odd spirit cursing you, for sure. If there was a god of embarrassment, he seemed to have taken a liking to you.

It seemed that Changbin, who was now reeling from the alcohol in his system, hunched over, ready to hurl, which seemed to distract Yeonjun from your nervous rambling. Hauling his friend over to the side of the patio, he entered with a Changbin hanging limply on his side. Looking back to where you still stood, he just smiled and asked, “You planning to help me out here?”

The floor of the bathroom where Changbin was sitting, curved into the toilet bowl, spilling his guts out was cold. Cold enough to make you and Yeonjun move to the baby blue ceramic tile bathtub, knees pulled into your chest while Yeonjun’s long ones were draped over the rim of the tub. Honestly, your jitters are much less now. The nerves had already made you almost forget what a disaster the first meeting with Yeonjun was, and it seemed he paid no mind to it either. “So Y/N, how do you know Kkura?”. And thus began a short and simple conversation with Choi Yeonjun in a baby blue bathtub, while his friend hurled in the toilet next to you both.

“I don’t know how to do it.” The conversation was streaming steadily like a river, and the topic started digging deeper. Yeonjun asked about highschool, and how it was going for you - your plans for the summer and then junior year, the same way you asked him and how he felt about his last year in school. “What do you mean?”. “I wish I had a guidebook, you know? To tell me what sorts of things I should do, how to be someone in highschool who makes memories. Who lives. I’ve been trying ever since that last summer of middle school, and I’m still coming up short.” This just made Yeonjun let out a few giggles in amusement, which had you snapping your neck, shocked how he found your problems so funny. Shoving him lightly with your shoulder, you laughed too. “It’s not funny! I’m serious. Everyone except me knows what to do!” “Including me?” asked Yeonjun, head tilted towards you slightly in curiosity now. “Well..” and the look he gave you spurred you on. “You’re the Choi Yeonjun. You’re popular, smart, funny and talented.” “I know”, a lazy grin that had you clenching your fist in response to the butterflies. “So you get it right? You know the ropes.” This had Yeonjun’s smile faltering a bit, as his gaze dropped down to the floor. “If I knew Y/N, I’d know why I’m never enough for my girlfriend.” But as sudden as that confession was, he seemed to return to his original state. And you didn’t like that one bit. Sliding up a bit closer to him, you offered a token of friendship. “Wanna tell me about it? Sounds like you need a listener, and that’s something I’m good at.”

“Well, for starters, the rumor going around that I dumped her is false. It was the other way around. I would say it’s not that the relationship was running smoothly, but I guess I was holding on to that bit of whatever we had, floating a piece of driftwood. Splintering me, but I was holding on. She let go, I guess.”

You’re not sure what it is about you that has him baring open his soul so vulnerable only to you, but you’re glad. Because you saw the boy as more than just a shimmering silhouette in the distance now. He was much more up close, and much more beautiful.

On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting.

The Second Summer - June

The days after the party at Yeonjun’s - where after you both had let each other read each other’s stories like open books on display, he’d walked you home due to “his extremely generous and chivalrous nature” (his words, not yours.), you’d been caught yourself far too many times revisiting that night in your head, replaying the smiles and the laughs, the banters and the jokes. You had something else too. Something that your friends were unaware of. Sure, you’d told them about your escapade with Yeonjun and why you were so absent at the party, which had led to hours of teasing from both Soobin and Beomgyu, with Soobin, roping Rin on to the antics kept making smooching noises at you, and Beomgyu, in the most Beomgyu-esque fashion ever would loudly and immaturely sing “Y/N and Yeonjun sitting on a tree” on the top of his lungs. But something you had yet to reveal to them, mainly because your patience would give out if you had to hear more taunts from them. But in your phone, locked away in your contacts, Yeonjun’s number.

“Lemme get your number, tubs”, he’d said with cheek as he called you that nickname he’d decided on the spot and a tongue poking out cutely from his lip, as he thrust his phone into your hands, still strolling along with one hand in the pocket of his black baggy jeans and the other brushing your own, sending sparks shooting right down your knuckles. Typing the digits in, he smoothly pulled your own phone out of your purse that he was carrying upon his insistence, and entered his own number, no doubt saving it under some sort of stupid name. “Why am I Tubs?”, you asked curiously. “Because I just had the best conversation of my life in a tub with you, tubs. Can’t let someone like you fade away now, can I?”. The street was lined with harsh white lamps, and little moths fluttering around the buzzing lamp made shadows dance around on the pavement. “So would you actually use a highschool guide if you got one?”, “Yeah, why not? A Popularity 101 or Escape High School for Dummies might be nice.” Humming, he seemed to be contemplating something, that you had to nudge him out of with an inquisitive look. “Nothing, nothing”, he said, shaking his head reassuringly. “Just something I thought of. Something that might help the both of us out.” “What do you mean?”, you asked him. “I’ll tell you about it. I’ll text you.” And just as elusively he’d entered your life, he left you on the front of your doorstep, with a promising smile and an electricity that wouldn’t leave your palms.

The nickname had left a blush warming your cheeks that you hoped he hadn’t noticed. And when his contact lit up your phone screen, it was the same blush making its appearance on your face again.

[Yawnzzn] 11:32 AM: meet me at the convenience store, tubs. kinda wanna talk to you ab smth

While the text’s ominous nature did leave you a bit nervous, the excitement of seeing him again, as a friend, as someone he wanted to hang out with by his own volition, overshadowed it. You knew it had to do something to do with what he’d referenced that fateful night. And skipping down the avenue, past the winding streets of the suburbs lined with trees and their apple green leaves, you made it to the convenience store on the corner, where Yeonjun stood staring into the ground, head bent, wearing a new pair of washed up baggy denims, a white form fitting shirt and a red-and-black cap turned backwards on his shaggy mop of black head, that seemed to highlight the brown undertone in the sun. Spotting your appearance from the sound of footsteps, he smiled and beckoned you into the store where you followed him, settling down on the outdoor seating arrangement shaded by the roof of the store. The sweat was starting to bead on the back of your neck which you tried your best to ignore. Focusing on the boy in front of you, meeting his twinkling gaze just set off an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

“Alright, before I say what I have to say, promise me you won’t be weirded out, okay? And I swear it only sounds as complicated.” He seemed nervous, and slightly uncomfortable about what exactly he was asking, which just made your fingers twitch slightly in anticipation. Anxiously biting your lip, you just nodded for him to continue, mustering up the best reassuring slight smile you could manage. “What if I taught you how to master highschool? And in return, could you pretend to be my fake girlfriend?”.

You blinked at him once. Then again. Honestly, you were awaiting that burst of ebullient laughter from him, where he’d then say how he was joking. Why would I date you Tubs? I’m not mad, he’d say. But none of that came. Instead there was still a patient Yeonjun eagerly awaiting your response. Sputtering in confusion and disbelief, you just asked him, “What? Why? Why do you need a fake girlfriend? Why do you want me to be the fake girlfriend?”. Giggling at your discombobulated state, he just waved his hand in the air in a gesture to relax. “Look. I’ve thought long and hard about this. You need a High School for Dummies, and I want to, well, show Yunha that I can be the boyfriend she needs me to be, you know? When she sees what a good boyfriend I can be with you, she might want me back!”. His radiant smile of excitement was throwing shadows over the cracks in your heart. Of course, he wanted her. Perfect, wonderful, Yunha. This would be severely, severely bad for your heart.

“I’ll do it.”

Recounting this debacle was shaping up to be exactly the kind of drama you were expecting from Soobin,Beomgyu and Rin. “You’re not serious. She’s not serious guys.” Rin was still in the denial stage of the process your friends were going through - with Soobin on anger and Beomgyu on grief, clutching your plushie on your bed and looking at you with sorrowful eyes as if you’d kidnapped his dog in front of him or something. Soobin’s mouth seemed to fly at miles a minute, berating you for how badly this would obviously end.

“Maybe this will help me, Soobin! To finally get over him! Clearly staying away just made me yearn more.” This just had Soobin turning more red.

The both of you had drawn up unspoken rules about this of course - that the agreement would continue until the goal was met. Hopefully, it will happen by the end of this summer itself, Yeonjun had added. There was, of course, an agreement of mutual platonic feelings from both parties. Strike one in the deal.

You didn’t like doing things that your friends disapproved of, who despite their silliness and playfulness, were still your best friends. But God, did holding hands with Yeonjun as he led you through the colorful lights, bustling stalls and zooming rides of the carnival feel good. His hand was encasing yours and tugging your fingers, which had your own heartstrings cinching with each pulling movement. There was a wide smile on your face as he sped towards the stall selling animal headbands, insisting that you both needed matching ones.

“You know, Yeonjun. If you’re secretly a furry or something, you can tell me. It’s okay, I won’t judge. I mean I will, but you know”, you said in faux sympathy while patting his shoulder jokingly, which had him adorably pouting at you. “Shut up, don’t you want to know what makes me so cool? These headbands do. Chicks and dudes alike dig my childlike whimsy.” He said proudly, which just had you raising an eyebrow at you. Stubbornly placing the matching fox ears on you, he pulled his cellphone out while explaining - “Okay, so step one. Kiss my cheek in this photo so that I can upload it to my story.” Kissing Yeonjun (albeit on the cheek) was like tasting heaven to you. Surely your heart would give out, if you even got closer to him. Kiss on the cheek?

“Come on, quickly! I wanna get a corndog after this”, he said signaling at the dimple on his cheek. Breaking out of your stupor, you hesitantly pushed your lips on to the soft flesh of his cheek, as he titled his more towards you, making your lips plant firmly against his dimple. Your mind was raging as the brightness around you, and his body warmth made your head spin. The sound of the shutter of a camera from his phone seemed to push you off your rollercoaster thoughts,moving quickly away. “Nicely done, Tubs.” he praised, examining the picture and wasting no time to post it. The sudden ding on your phone made you check the device, seeing the same picture being sent to you. “Set it as your wallpaper. Gotta make the gimmick more believable.”, he added nonchalantly. Nodding, you did as he told, until he said in an afterthought, “Plus, I look sexy as hell in that picture.” Scoffing at his confidence, you jokingly said, “And what makes you think I wanna stare at your face every time I open my phone?” “No rebuttals on the sexy part I see”, he winked at you.

If your chances at surviving this date with an intact heart weren’t already horribly low, Choi Yeonjun was hell-bent on leaving you an absolute goner by the end of the date.

The second date commenced equally as smoothly, with you taking the initiative this time by taking him to a pottery studio which doubled as a cafe - painting each other small trinkets to keep to remember the good friendship you were both fostering. And as you both opened up more to each other, you found yourself regretting what you’d said to Soobin. Because if anything, being close to Yeonjun just had you spiraling more into this lovestruck rabbit-hole. And you had to dig yourself out, fast.

One of those moments where clarity hit you about digging out, you’d decided to meet up with a fellow classmate of yours - Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin was a family friend of yours and you both had been quite close in your childhood years. Your mothers were best friends, who honestly wanted their kids to end up together. But they also didn’t want to force any unwanted romance on you both as children, which is why they’d left the matter alone all together. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, it didn’t.

Your mothers shared such a deep friendship that they even had their own anniversary - the day they first became friends. And along the years, it turned into quite a wholesome celebration for them, celebrating their friendship together. And this anniversary was coming up soon, which is why when Hyunjin had texted you, asking if you wanted to help in throwing a little surprise party for the both of them, you’d eagerly jumped at the opportunity, ready to do anything to distract you from the boy you were so hopeless for.

Pushing the grocery cart around as Hyunjin mindlessly added to things that might be required for the party, you both idly chatted, catching up with each other’s lives. Hyunjin was a quite good looking guy, and had all the girls in your class breaking their necks to get a good look at his prince-like beauty. Maybe you would’ve been one of those girls currently, if a different guy didn’t have your head up in the clouds.

“And what’s up with you and Yeonjun? Don’t play with me and tell me, ‘cuz I saw that story of his? Does the shy Y/L/N finally have a man? The most fine, coveted man in school, even?”, he said, his cute dumpling smile and nudging making you blush slightly. “Well, we’ve been hanging out and stuff, I guess? He’s a good guy.”, you said bashfully. Hyunjin opened his mouth to say something but froze midair. Looking forward to seeing what had halted Hyunjin, you made eye contact with Yeonjun’s warm caramel brown ones.

“Hi Y/N”, he said with a slight edge to his voice, eyeing you and Hyunjin suspiciously as he did. With a clipped voice, he also threw in a “Hey Hwang”, out of whatever courtesy he could find within the unexplainable pit in his stomach and the slight anger clouding his vision as he kept staring at how Hyunjin had an arm loosely wrapped around your shoulder while he was teasing you. He didn’t like that hand. At all. And he needed it off of you, immediately.

“Hyune, take the items up to the cashier, please? I’ll be with you in a moment”, you requested, gulping as he left your side understandingly, leaving only you and Yeonjun standing in the fresh produce aisle. “Tubs, looks like you don’t need my help getting cool at all, if Hwang is the kind of guy you hang out with.”, he said light-heartedly, even though he felt nothing of the sort currently. Seeing you with another guy had put him off so much, so suddenly that it had him reeling. But, of course anyone wouldn’t be mad if their fake girlfriend was with someone else, right? Even if the word ‘fake’ gave him a bitter taste in his throat?

“Hyunjin is my family friend! His mom and my mom are best friends, you see. And we’re throwing them a little party, you see.”, you explained, suddenly feeling shy in his gaze, intense and burning right into you. His eyes seemed to soften at this, and he nodded. Feeling this odd urge to add more, you hastily spit out, “Do you want to come?”. The invitation was out of the blue and frankly had you feeling stupid. Who the hell would want to come to this? “You bet. I’ll be there in my finest suit and everything”, he added jokingly. “What time?” “Huh?” “What time is it starting?” “You actually want to come?”. “‘Course I do. Gotta impress my in-laws, right?”, he said cheekily.

“You’re burning up, Y/N-ie!” Hyunjin later said, as he felt your skin as he had gone to poke your cheek. “Was it something in the store?”. Seeing how frozen you were, he slyly put two and two together and asked, “Or was it someone?”

There were some streamers put up in the living room, and some balloons blown up by both your dads, who’d also become great pals because of their wives. You and Hyunjin were setting up the table, when the doorbell rang. “That can’t be them already?” you asked perplexed. “No, their spa appointment only ends at 6PM, I checked thoroughly”, said Hyunjin’s dad. Moving towards the door, confused about who it could be, you opened the door to find Yeonjun, casually dressed and clutching two small bouquets. “I’m not early, am I?”

When your moms arrived, your mother was pleasantly surprised to find you chatting happily with a boy who was not Hyunjin or any of your friends. Noticing the knowing twinkle in her eyes as you introduced her to Yeonjun, you silently promised her an explanation as you both moved around the room to where Hyunjin was, as your dad beckoned the parents over to the living room while letting the youngsters socialize on their own. With the three of you moving towards the backyard while cracking jokes, you could feel the one-sided tension between the both melting away, which made you glad. Settling down on the lawn chairs on the yard, the three of you streamed through various topics to talk about, with Yeonjun and Hyunjin bonding over their mutual interest in dancing. “I didn’t know you danced.” you’d voiced a bit quietly to him as Hyunjin went to his house just next door to get some beers for the three of you. You hadn’t drank before, so you were planning to sit this one out and let Yeonjun and Hyunjin get tipsy. “Yeah, it’s just been something I’ve always wanted to do. And my teacher before sophomore year reckoned I’d be good too.” “Why’d you stop?”, you asked him. “It was interfering with soccer practice. And soccer gets me into college - dance doesn’t.”. He seemed a bit shut off about the topic, and sensing how this was a sore spot for him, you didn’t press for much. “Well, there’s a life outside college. A life where you could do both - and maybe more dancing like you want.” you offered him in reassurance, which seemed to spark an interest in his eyes. Looking gratefully at you, this look on his face seemed different this time, like there was something deeper simmering beneath the cool guy smack he’d always give you. Your hand which was quite close to his own, hanging limply across the handles of the chair, suddenly was encased in warmth, with his own palm giving yours a grateful squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. I’d like to show you one day, perhaps.”

And indeed, there was something cooking underneath that aloofness of his, because for the first time, he wished that he could show you his dance skills as his girlfriend, and not just a platonic agreement of the season.

“Beer wench has arrived!” exclaimed Hyunjin, as he set down three bottles of Beer Lite on the wooden table in front of you. “Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I’m ready to get cracking. Now Yeonjunnie, did you know that when Y/N was 11 she-""Shut up Hyunjin! You swore you wouldn’t talk about that!”.

Hyunjin and his parents had departed as the evening neared its close, and the sky was black with dark maroon clouds spread out shielding the glimmering stars. Yeonjun had insisted on helping clean up for the party, claiming it was the least he could do as a guest. He was helping your dad clean up stray paper plates and napkins, until you showed him the way up to your room to get a garbage bag to dispose of the waste. His lanky body was right before you as you both bounded up the stairs, and opening up the door, a sudden realization hit you - Yeonjun was going to see your room. Your kind of messy, lame, postered up room. He was already two strides in when you were frozen up, terrified for the teasing onslaught that was bound to begin anytime soon. “No way, you listen to HONEY too? I freaking love that band.”

This was odd. No teasing. No making fun of your weird posters or your figurines and stuffed toys. Only a very heavy compliment on your music taste. Whistling long as he eyed the rest of your room, he seemed to giggle at the obscene number of plushies on your bed, which you took offense to. “It’s our year of the lord 2018 and you’re gonna make fun of plushies on the bed? Really, Yeonjun?”, you told him off with feigned disappointment as he laughed at this, chuckling while shaking his head. “Not making fun, just admiring.” His speech was only slightly slurred, indicating that he was only barely on the cusp of tipsy and sober. Moving towards your closet to bring out a garbage bag, he ambled up to stand right behind you, his arm resting against the wooden frame of the wardrobe as you ruffled around till you found what you were looking for. “Alright! Let’s go then”, spinning around only to bump your nose slightly against his hard chest. This caught you off guard, breath catching in your throat as you stabilized yourself by lightly holding on to his forearm. “Yeonjun?” you asked unsurely as your eyes hesitantly looked up to his pupils blown wide as he stared at you in an entirely different way. Like you were the only person he wanted to look at for the rest of his life. His lips were tantalizingly plump and pink, like easy to grab, low hanging fruit, the smell of cranberries and beer wafting on to your face gently in the most tempting way possible. Inhaling sharply, you saw how his vision flitted between features of your face, as if he was memorizing every curve, every mole and every lash. Eyes blown wide as saucers, you could only stand in bated breath, expecting nothing and everything at the same time. His lips were scanning your lips, and you swore your legs would give out right then and there, from the way he licked his own lips while eyeing yours.

A call from downstairs seemed to separate you two like similar poles of a magnet, coughing slightly and silently going downstairs, garbage bag in your hand. There was a soft smile on both of your faces as you handed him the bag, going to join your mom in washing the dishes. Your currently flustered state was all the explanation your mom needed about who Yeonjun was to you in your life.

You and Yeonjun ambled by the door just killing time, neither of you wanting to say goodbye. But he knew it was time to go. Standing on your front porch, he offered the last sucker-punch of feelings to your gut as he said, “You know what, Tubs? I still don’t think you need my help. I think you’re the coolest person I know.”

The night when you laid in your bed, an hour after bidding him goodbye, you found yourself staring at the HONEY poster and smiling like a lovesick fool. This summer, you swore, was going to be beautiful.

The Second Summer - July

If you smile at your phone any longer, you’re afraid the shape would be etched on to your face forever, and everyone would know you as the lovestruck idiot who can’t stop smiling. At Least that’s what Soobin says, and obviously he’s never wrong. But even you had to admit, the rate at which you and Yeonjun had spent every waking moment together, including digitally over text messages, was just abysmal. Something seemed to have shifted in him ever since that encounter in your room, and it seemed like he’s exploded with affection. Almost everyone in your school knew that the both of you were in a relationship. A fake one, a snide voice in your head reminded you. That’s what this was for, anyways. A way for him to show Yunha how perfect he was. He wanted to be perfect for Yunha, and you were just practice. But the dark thoughts seemed to evaporate from your mind as another text message from Yeonjun lit up your phone, the wallpaper - the photo of the carnival - just making you more giddy. He’d invited you to your new date/hangout (you weren’t sure which word to settle on during this convoluted situation), a movie night at his place, after you’d relentlessly teased him for not knowing some of the most famous rom-coms. He’d apparently already watched Princess Diaries, which was a shock to you at first, until you found out it was only because his friend Chan had insisted that it was pure cinema, which it was. So tonight, you’d decided to make him watch the second installment of the series, a superior romance with just the right amounts of tension and tropes. He was picking up snacks from the supermarket while he was messaging you, asking you your preferences, the thoughtfulness melting your heart. Your leg was bouncing up and down in excitement as you laid on your bed, ready as ever for the night.

At 7PM sharp, you had made your way to his house, rapping sharply at the door. He’d confirmed previously that the house was going to be empty save for his younger sister, since his parents had already jetted off for an anniversary couples vacation, leaving their two children in charge of the house. Fully expecting Yeonjun to open the door, you were surprised to find a smaller girl standing at the door with unblinking owlish eyes. From the similar fox-like features to the jet black hair, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that this was Yeonjun’s younger sister, Yena. She seemed to smile, metal braces glinting under the yellow porch light as she welcomed you in. His sister, who was due to start freshman year herself this fall in the same school as you both, seemed to spend no time in starting to talk to you, treating you like a friend she’d known for a long time. “You’re her, right?”, she seemed to ask mid-ramble, “You're Y/N. God that idiot can’t ever shut up about you! Of course, I see why considering how gorgeous you are, but please, some of us are sick of hearing about how much you like spending time with her!”, her voice growing louder and angled towards the staircase you both stood at the bottom of, clearly as a dig towards Yeonjun. His loud footsteps ran down the flight of the stairs, hair damp as if he’s just hopped out of the shower and bangs flopping against his forehead, clad in gray sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. “Yena, don’t you have idols to ogle at on your iPad like a middle schooler?”, he asked with a huff of annoyance towards his sister, who just promptly stuck her tongue out at him, and walked away, not without giving you a teasing wink before she did. Clearly, this targeted teasing seemed to run in the Choi family genes.

“We’ll watch the movie in my room, so that the little parasite doesn’t bother us”, he explained as he grabbed your hand to pull you up, almost like it was natural to him. A faint “I heard that!”from Yena in the living room made you chuckle wholeheartedly, loving their sibling dynamic. The sound of your laugh seemed to liven up Yeonjun even more, who could feel the warmth in your hand in his igniting a spark in his heart. So much for pre-made plans of how things go. It is the first time, he thought to himself, that someone’s made me feel this way. And I like it.

Settling down on his queen sized bed, the navy blue duvet and bed covers complimented with gray pillows surprised you, because to be honest, you were expecting some sort of Pokemon bed covers. Which earned you a frustrated and angry sound from Yeonjun, who in his annoyance often behaved exactly like a toddler. Endearing.

Pressing on the button on the remote, he settled down comfortably right beside you, elbows touching yours as a bowl of popcorn mix was precariously balanced on both of your thighs, his body heat making you feel like a furnace.

It got worse as the movie continued. Every minuscule move he made, every tiny shift or brush of him against you had you writhing in your head, having to restrain yourself from just imagining. Imagining what it would be like if you were both a regular couple having a regular date night, with your head on his chest, just above his beating heart. He would run his fingers through your hair that would probably soothe the next ten years worth of worries in your life. He could cup your chin and just dip down, giving you a taste of what it was like to be kissed by the magnificent boy. But that beating heart you fantasized of listening to, was currently beating for Kim Yunha.

You’d never had your first kiss. You frankly saw no big deal of it, and you didn’t want to share a meaningless kiss with some boy who’s name you’d probably forget in twenty years during those eighth grade spin the bottle games at birthday parties. You didn’t know what your first kiss would feel like. If it would be the sparks and fireworks, the bubbles of champagne kind, or the comfortable one, like the breeze that enters through your window at night. Like home. The kiss you currently craved, you guessed, would taste as sweet as candy.

“Hey, hey she did the foot pop when she kissed him! That’s what she wanted in her first movie right!” Yeonjun exclaimed, deeply interested in the movie while you dealt with the dilemma in your mind. He added on, “Oh man, a foot pop kiss would be fun. Different to the kisses I’ve had. Have you had any of those, Tubs?”. His questions seemed to fly over your head, until he asked again, inquisitive eyes looking at you, the dialogue a dimmed background in how close he was. Gulping, you didn’t really feel shame or embarrassment as you told Yeonjun about your lack of experience (read:none) in that department. It was Yeonjun, of course. You couldn’t find anyone else to admit this kind of information to.

Yeonjun doesn’t know why he’s said it; it flew out of his mouth faster than he could register. But all he did know is that he did want to kiss you. To give you your first kiss. A foot-popping, rom-com, magical kiss. You deserved it. He wanted it.

“Wanna kiss me?”

His voice has a low timbre to it when he asks this.

There’s an ocean ringing in your ears in the midst of your raging emotions - confusion, shock, and above all, glee. To be kissed by Choi Yeonjun, was like plucking a star from the sky and handing it to you.

Your neck moves almost mechanically in a single nod. And then his lips are on yours.

There’s colors yet darkness behind your eyelids that flutter close. Your lips are moving softly and shyly against his, which are gentle yet firm. Like he wants this as bad as you. Like tasting you wasn’t a chore, but a reward.

You think Yeonjun tastes like popcorn and excitement. He thinks you taste exactly like summer.

The Second Summer - August

The windows in the car are slightly fogging up, and beating heat outside isn’t quite helping. The heavy and quick breaths, the faintest moans of pleasure, from the bitten lips to the few scattered hickeys on your neck, as his lips, as unrelenting as ever, kept devouring your mouth would make anyone feel shy enough to look away. His eyes are slightly dimmed and he looks up through his eyelashes at you from where he’s nibbling on your collarbone, which sends a searing flame down your spine and making you whine a sound barely audible to anyone who wasn’t in the kind of proximity to you that Yeonjun was in. The whine just got more loud as you complained when he pulled away from his ministrations as the sound of his phone dinging from messages from the rest of the Three Stooges which was his friend group - all of them asking how long exactly would he take to go on a simple beer run for the party they’re holding tonight at Wooyoung’s place. Shushing your complaints with a sweet peck on your swollen lips, he said, “Sorry Tubs, but these guys won’t leave me alone unless I get their alcohol. ‘Swear they’re like impatient babies about this stuff.” Starting the car as you got out, he held your wrist just as you were about to close the door, tugging as he asked, “I’ll see you at the party, right?”, eyes gleaming with hope. Smiling, you reassured him with a simple yes, and walked over to the short distance to your house, where the rest of your friends had already gathered, waiting in your bedroom. Already bracing yourself, you opened the door to find Beomgyu funnily gasping and shouting about the marks and your messed up hair, with Rin high fiving you and Soobin, while pretending to be a mad dad at you, just hugged you with a smile that had broken through. “You know Y/N-ie, not even Olympic athletes are this dedicated to reaching the goal like you did. I’m proud of you kid.” “What’s up with all this ‘kid’ stuff, old man?” you asked him laughing as you plopped down on the beanbag next to Rin who was sorting through your wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit for you to wear to the party, which would be your first public, public appearance with Yeonjun.

If you weren’t going to lie, you were quite nervous. Yunha was supposed to be at this party too. And Yeonjun and you hadn’t talked about the ‘deal’ you both had made, the one which would end with him being with Yunha again, at all since that kiss in his room. The rest of the days since then had since been blurred into kiss-filled memories highlighted with more dates and more memories with him. With not a single mention of what happened before, or what would happen later. If this was the only way you could have Yeonjun, in an unspoken way, the self-destructive, addicted part of you was okay with that. But all good things did come to an end. You had spoken to Beomgyu about your predicament, who had been nothing but a patient and attentive listener to you, despite the boy’s regular nature. He offered you some advice - the kind that you knew was so realistic that only Beomgyu could offer it.

“Confront him about it at the party tonight. Perhaps being this publicly out with you might make him remember your contract too. Then you guys could come to a conclusion, hopefully a good one.”

You’re fidgeting with your fingers on the way to the party, non-verbal and staring out the window in Soobin’s car as the three of them sensed you needed your space, left you alone. Tonight was an important night.

Jung Wooyoung’s house was no joke. A sprawling mansion with five private jacuzzis, countless bedrooms and more space than required, the party teeming across the entire property seemed to be in full swing when you all arrived. A text alert on your phone from Yeonjun made you look away from the sheer grandness of the house,

[Yawnzzn] 10:26 PM: come meet me at the jacuzzi marked number 3. it’s the one behind the fountain 🙂

Fountain? Jacuzzi? God, was Wooyoung rich. The number of amenities had your head spinning, and it was almost like deja vu, the way you found yourself separated from your friends again at a party. Fortunately enough, this time you’d told them about the message and about meeting Yeonjun. Beomgyu had given an extra reassuring look when you left, silently cheering you on for what you were planning to do tonight. Pushing past sweaty bodies and handsy couples, drunk teenagers and passed out bodies on the floor, you tried to find your way to the location that Yeonjun had messaged. The enormity of the house didn’t make it easy, and honestly you were getting quite dizzy from all the overstimulation around you. But you had to find him first.

Finally spotting a cluster of palm leaves and an artificial water fountain, made of polished rocks and lighting from below making the water look ethereal, you ambled your way there, pushing past the leaves to get behind the fountain to where Yeonjun said the jacuzzi was. Making it past the rocks, you saw the jacuzzi, where your boy sat with his feet in the glowing blue water, the shadows of the water rippling across his face. There was your beautiful boy, sitting right next to Kim Yunha.

You didn’t know what to say. Or do. He was looking at her the way you swore he looked at you, with all that hope and all that endearment in his face. Then his face fell, with a tinge of visible anger clustering in his furrowed eyebrows, when you heard the words in her voice, “So what, you gonna extend your contract with your pathetic little fake-girl? Or are you just man up and come back to me?” There seemed to be some sort of satisfaction in the smirk Kim Yunha wore, amplifying when she looked right at you, gleaming with some sort of vengeance. As soon as she did, Yeonjun did too, with a look of utter bewilderment and helplessness. Sort of like how you felt.

It was like piercing a knife right through you, hot and searing which led to the same kind of tears running right down your face. The look you wore had something inexplicably sharp poking Yeonjun deeply in the chest. He was trying to get around the wet floor, trying to reach you, screaming something.

But you didn’t hear anything. It was like there was that ocean in your ears again, raging violently this time. Your breath was quickening like falling sand. You didn’t know what to think right now. The summer was supposed to end, and this was the end of your summer, and fuck, he got what he wanted, didn’t he? And left you with nothing. You didn’t know what to do, so you did the only thing you could do, and you ran.

The Second Summer - Yeonjun’s Summer

If you had asked Yeonjun how his summer was going, he would just say one thing. “This summer, I fell in love.”

74 missed calls have accumulated in your phone over the past three days, where you’ve laid just rotting in your bed. Your eyes are probably still puffy from the way that when you think the tears have ended, they begin again. Rin spent the night over the first night, after hearing your broken recount of the events that had happened to the best of your abilities, amongst the gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop and the horrible ache in your heart that just wouldn’t stop. The second night, it was Beomgyu, accompanied by Taehyun and Kai, who had come back from visiting their family and been filled in by the rest of the gang on the current happenings. Beomgyu seemed quite angry at himself, after all he was the one who had suggested that you seek out Yeonjun at the party. But when you limply just grabbed his hand while tears streamed down your face noiselessly, the three boys just gathered around you in a circle, encasing you and trying their best to shield you from pain; even though the pain was deep inside you, like a hurtful wrench determined to dig right into you.

Soobin was here on the third night, declining all the calls from the boy who broke your heart, who seemed to be relentless in his attempts. He had gotten what he had wanted, didn’t he? He got his precious girlfriend back, and was he stupid enough to expect the both of you would continue to be friends? “I don’t get why he called me there if she was going to be there as well”. Your voice is as frail as a dying leaf in winter, thin like paper and watery that had Soobin himself tearing up for his friend.

You did have quite a lot of unanswered questions that would remain a mystery to you, you guessed. Did everything really mean nothing to you? Was I the only one calling it everything? Do you miss me? I miss you. I miss you a lot even though I shouldn’t. I miss you all the time. I hate you. I miss you.

Another buzzing call on your phone had you break out of your headspace. “Soob”, you began in a watery voice, “I’m gonna go shower. Maybe get rid of this stench and sadness on me. You go home and get some rest, okay?””But-” “Trust me.” He understood that this was something you needed, and giving you one last hug, he walked out, leaving you alone in the room where you first felt Yeonjun.

He’s been driving around aimlessly for the past three days. Ever since that night, he’s been sleeping in his car, which had gathered protests from the rest of his friends. But he couldn’t stomach going into his room, where he’d kissed you for the first time. He was haunted now, by the most beautiful ghost. A ghost whom he’d hurt.

He has been cursing out Kim Yunha in his mind continuously, but not as much as he’d been cursing himself. When she’d overheard the conversation he was having with Changbin, Wooyoung and Chan about how he was ready to cut the contract-deal bullshit between you both, to finally put an end to the Yunha business, and finally ask you to be his as much as he already was yours, he should’ve taken some action. He shouldn’t have fallen for her innocent act, where she pretended to be actually interested in hearing about you. He should’ve cut her off immediately, and then run to you and kissed you long and hard.

But he didn’t. He didn’t and now you were hurt because of him and he couldn’t find you at all. There seemed to be no activity about you. You hadn’t blocked him, but you didn’t pick up his calls. His texts were still going through, but left on delivered. He was lost, and you were the only one who could compass him back to shore.

He doesn’t know when to pin-point to the moment being the moment when he realized that he’d fallen hard and fast for you. Every date with you made him crave your presence more. Funny jokes seem funnier when he hears your laugh. Movies were more entertaining only when you were sitting next to him, pressed up to him so that he could smell your shampoo and hold your hand, the pads of his fingers tracing every crease on your palm. Or maybe it was when you became the first person to take an interest in the real him - the Yeonjun who liked dancing and animal ears and popcorn and ice creams from the convenience store. Maybe he was a goner the moment he sat in that bathtub at the party with you. Losing an anchor like you meant he was back to being adrift at sea.

It’s the 4th day of being on no-contact with Yeonjun. Since that fateful day where your heart had been shattered to pieces. You’re back at the convenience store you’d worked that summer, on some sort of heritage tour of the moments you had before you were crushed. You walked on over to the ice cream box, chuckling sadly when you noticed the exact ice cream you’d recommended him still being there. You weren’t sure how or when you’d stop remembering him in the small things. But in some deep, deep part of you, you wanted to remember him. You wanted to remember how high you felt around him.

“Y/N.”

It's like the temperature in the store drops significantly when he says your name. You’re refusing to turn around, shoulder seized up and taut. He’s here, he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Y/N, please.” He doesn’t want to get too close to you just yet. He wants to give you the space you need. But fuck, if he just didn’t feel the largest wave of relief in his chest when he spotted you entering the convenience store.

“Y/N, Tubs. Please. Just hear me out. Please? I promise you it’s not what it looked like.”

He sounds so utterly desperate and broken that it makes your heart ache enough to make you turn around, making you gasp at his disheveled appearance.

There’s dark eye bags under his eyes which have lost any spark they held before. Despite the brightness of the sun outside, he seemed to look almost gray in color. Like life was sucked right out of him. His concerning appearance had you shuffling hesitantly towards him, which he was ever-so welcoming to. Opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as began explaining everything.

You’re both seated outside that store again, where that godforsaken deal began. He seems much lighter now, and much better. His hand is inches from yours, and hesitating to close the gap. The moment is so tender, so precious, that even one wrong move has him fearing that you’d leave, and he’d be broken again. “Is the deal over then?”, you ask him, which has his eyes widening. “Fuck the deal, baby. I’m so sorry that it even was a thing. I like you, Y/N Y/L/N. I might even just be in love with you, and I’m mad enough about you to admit it. You’re like breathing to me, Y/N.”

He’s here again, and he’s so, so beautiful again. This time, it’s you closing the gap between your hands, his palm bringing back fond memories to your mind. “Well, Yeonjun, I hope the deal is over. I’d like to declare it over, because I would prefer it a lot more if you became my real boyfriend, instead of my fake one.”

It’s the summer before junior year and you’re only sixteen, but you swear that this is love. You may not know much, but you’re sure. Reaching here might’ve been hell, like fighting modern Sparta. But you wouldn’t have ended it any differently, with you and him and a summer in a convenience store, eating ice pops and sharing frozen kisses.

Bonus: The first fall

You’re standing in front of your locker. The first day of school jitters were significantly lesser compared to your previous years. Picking up the singular post-it that had seemed to have found itself in your locker, you turned it around to find Yeonjun’s scrawling handwriting saying only one thing. I love you. And just as you grinned from the message, the boy in question wrapped his arms around your torso, planting a sweet kiss on the right side of your neck, and then deeply inhaling your scent, which made you laugh happily. “Cool people write post-its by the way. That should also be a tip you should consider for your highschool journey.” “Of course, my cool boyfriend. I’ll definitely keep in mind that post-its are for cool people.” If Yeonjun was a star, you were his star charter. You’d still have to get through the battleground of high school. But doing it with Yeonjun just made the whole journey much sweeter, didn’t it?

“Just for the record, I still don’t like him.” ”Shut up Soobin!”.

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kelppsstuff · 11 months ago

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So like what if Adam didn't die and lute managed to come out of the battle WITH an arm?

I want both of them to suffer a little so hear me out

What if our dear reader is an exorcist? So of course she's an angel!

What'll their reaction be if the two witnessed their dear close friend, the sweetest angel and friend they had the fortune to meet in their long lives, sacrifice herself so that the two of them would go back safely? (Forcing herself to go beyond her limits, healing all of their wounds and even opening a portal back to heaven just for the two of them.)

+ the fact that they're both horrible people and the only person who cared for both of them, tended their wounds, always there to back them both up, is now gone?

Angst is calling for me to make the two of them suffer a lil

Omg yes! This is such a good idea! I love making characters suffer! ALSO I do every request so don’t be afraid to send them! And it may take me some time to get to them, but I shall get to them. Sorry it took so long hope you enjoy! By far the favorite thing I’ve ever wrote. Like legit made me cry.

“I’m so fucking sorry!”

Part One| Part Two

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Warning: death, angst, cursing

Summery: Adam and Lute watch you die, the only person they loved

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“Are you guys sure about this? I mean what if her father shows up?” You spoke to the two exterminator angels.

They both looked to you simultaneously and there eyes softened on your worried form. Lute was the first to speak up to ease your worries. “It’s gonna be okay. Lucifer was the one who let us do this yearly anyways.” You nodded your head. She was right but you still worried.

“Don’t worry about it, hot stuff. If he shows up I can handle him.” Adam spoke ever so confidently. “Promise?” You were so afraid for them. Adam walked over and gave you a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Promise.” You reached out for Lute, wanting her to join the hug as well.

As she joined the hug you spoke from between their chest. “After the battle let’s all go and have a beach day.” The two angels laughed and agreed.

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You hurried to Lute as you so saw her rip her arm off. You never flew so fast in your life. When you got to her you stopped her from flying after Vaggie. “We have to help Adam!” She spoke frantically.

“And I will. You need to sit down and let me help you first.” You sat her on the ground and placed your hands over where her arm should be.

A white glowing light came from your hands as you focused on rebuilding her arm. You started to feel dizzy as blood pooled in your moth. You could see black spots but when you were down Lutes arm had been good as new. You would t even know it’s been severed if not for her uniform sleeve. You two went to stand but the ground rumbled. You looked up and saw a golden light. Adams golden light came down in the middle of the hotel.

You quickly threw Lute away from the beam and got hit instead. A cut was in your shoulder. In went clean through. Your arm was fucking toasted from the severed nerves. You finally blacked out.

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“Welcome to heaven.” Saint Peter spoke as you arrived at the golden gates. Though you weren’t interested in him, more so the man beside him talking to another female. “Then when the concert was over a BUNCH of girl came to the back to meet me. It was awesome.” The man spoke. You quickly intruded the conversation. “You play in a band?”

The man is what seemed like a mask turned to look at you, while sipping his drink loudly. “Sure am babe! Your looking at the first man!” Your eyes widened, but not because he was first man. “What part in the band do you play.”

You showed no interest in him being the first man. Normally that would piss him off but this time he didn’t care. “Guitarist.” Your smile widened.

You looked to the girl, clearly wanting her to joking the conversation as well. “Are you apart of the band?!” You were so excited and nice. It felt refreshing for Lute. “No.” Her voice sounded cold, though talking to you sparked a warmth inside her. “I’m Y/N.”

Lute smiled and extended her hand. “Lute.” You started to excitedly shake her hand. Happy to make a new friend.

Adam wrapped his arm around you both. “I’m Adam.” Well two new friends.

—

“You guys what?!” You asked, eyes wide at what just came out of Adams mouth. It was a slip up on Adams part. They had just gotten done with the extermination and Adam was use to telling you everything. So he may have slipped up and started talking about the extermination.

“Listen babe. It has to be done.” Adam was worried. Worried that you would get kicked out of heaven if Sera found out you knew.

Lute was the one who explained the whole situation. How the sinners were up-rising. How it needed to be done to protect heaven.

To both Adam and Lutes surprise you understood. It made them happy that you were accepting of it. For the first time they truly felt like someone wouldn’t leave. Sure they had each other before this but there friendly relationship really started from you being there glue.

“Okay babe but now that you know you have to become an exterminator like us.”

That made you nervous but Adam and Lute always stayed with you during it. They also didn’t expect you to kill anyone. All you needed to do was wear the uniform one day a year.

—

You stared at the papers that needed to be done. Since you didn’t kill the demons you demanded to do Adams paperwork.

You slowly blinked. You were tired but you had an hour to finish this and give it to Sera.

A coffee was placed right in front of you. You looked up and saw Lute. You smiled at her and grabbed the coffee. You also grabbed her hand and gave her a friendly kiss on the lips.

It was something you two had started doing recently. A way to give each-other the attention you craved.

Just as that had happened Adam walked through the door. His eyes widened. You were quick to explain it was platonic before he could assume anything. One he understood what happened he demanded you start doing that with him. He demanded the same thing from Lute as well.

As time went on many people believed you were in a poly relationship. But y’all were platonic friends who did romantic things sometimes.

Sure y’all all had sex together quite a bit, but no one ever felt any romantic feelings. It was all friendly and it felt natural.

—

You groaned awake at the sound of Adam shouting. “All of man-kind came from these nuts!” You opened your eyes to see Lute staring down at you, panic in her eyes. You smiled at her. Though your moment was cut short at the sound of Adam gasping. You looked over to him and saw a little maid stabbing him. You and Lute shouted Adams name as your hurried to fly to him. Fuck.

“Adam look at me your going to be fine.” You spoke your tone in confidence despite the tears running down your face. He smiled at his two girls looking over him.

He may have lost two wives, but he gained two best friends he would never replace for a damn thing.

You started to heal his wound with your hand like you did Lutes arm. You could feel pain all throughout your body as you pushed your limits. Your eyes started bleeding as did your nose.

Lute was conflicted as she watched you. She knew you needed rest but she didn’t want Adam to die. All you had to do was save Adam she would get you to a hospital.

But you weren’t making it back.

As Adam eyes opened he felt better than the first day he was made. He looked to Y/N and she smiled at him. Happy he was okay. He went to talk but she fell to his side. Her breath shallow. He hurriedly got up and looked her up and down. At that moment the portal closed and all the angels were gone beside him, you and Lute.

“Fuck babe look at me.” Your eyes were distant but you focused back in on him. Your Adam. Your apple.

“I love you, Apple. I love you too, wild girl.” You said to them both. Making them cry harder. “I love you too. More than anything.” They both said to her simultaneously. You closed your eyes and a portal opened.

“Fuck!” Lute shouted. She knew you weren’t going to make it.

“I’m so fucking sorry!” He spoke loudly as your eyes started to flutter closed. “It’s okay. Be happy. And go have that beach day.” Lute sobbed in her hand as she fell to the ground.

Adam gripped to you harder his tears falling to your chest as he cried silently. He couldn’t shout anymore. “Come back to us.” He whispered. You didn’t complete his wish. The one time you didn’t give him what he wished for.

Your breathing stopped and your halo fell. “I’m sorry baby.” Adam cooed in your ear, as he started to rock the two of you. Begging for god to give him back the one of the two woman he ever loved. You and Lute.

He looked to the sky. “You cruel manipulative bastard! Was a good person. I thought god was supposed to be merciful.” Lucifer watched as the first man shared the same rage he once had with god. “I have never asked for anything! I didn’t ask for Lilith. I didn’t ask for Eve! All I ask is to bring Y/N back to us.” But god did not respond. Leaving Adam to turn his rage to the group watch.

“I will kill you all!” He shouted, the tears coming from his eyes seeming endless. “I will have my vengeance.”

He picked you up as Lute grabbed your halo. The two walked through the portal.

They did have that beach day, but it was your funeral. Where your body was buried where no one could find. Only him and Lute. The two hugged each other as they both lost the person they loved most.

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OMG I HAVE NEVER CRIED WHILE WRITING SOMETHING UNTIL THIS DAY! But I hoped you enjoyed! And I do take requests so please send away!

- kelp 💛 (someone help I’m dying from heartache)

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thezombieprostitute · 6 months ago

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Dragonfly - Part 4

Summary: Steve has just about everything he could ever want in life. He's got you, a baby on the way, and a successful Family. No one would dare interfere with that. Right?

A/N: Reader is female, pregnant. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: Death threats, Implied violence, Pregnancy, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

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“Hey, Punk, we got an update from the Garbage Men,” Bucky says over the phone. “Please tell me it's almost a good time to meet up.”

“Give me a couple hours,” Steve tells him. “We're in the middle of a birthing class.”

Bucky sighs, “alright, but please hurry when you can.”

Steve hangs up and turns back to help you practice your breathing.

“You're not supposed to have your phone on,” you chide him.

“Only emergency contacts get through,” he assures. “If it's Bucky calling when he knows I'm busy, it's an emergency.”

“Still, I don't like all the stares we got.” In truth, you knew there was a lot of staring at Steve. His muscular, intimidating form treating you so gently and lovingly always drew some looks. You couldn't blame them, even before the pregnancy hormones had kicked your own libido into high gear. Steve was damn handsome.

“They're just jealous of how beautiful you are,” he coos in your ear. He knows what whispering in your ear does to you. He even follows it up with a subtle nip to your earlobe that has you whimpering before you can counter with a glare and a gentle smack. He chuckles and you find yourself in a losing battle to not smile.

Part of you regretted signing up for these classes. The way Steve could get you worked up, sometimes on purpose, made you wish for some privacy. But it's important to be around other couples like this. They sometimes ask questions or point out problems you didn't think of. Still, you kinda wish your hormones would learn to take a break!

But if he's gonna tease you on purpose, might as well get in a few hits yourself.

“Thank you, Sir,” you purr into his ear as he helps you stand up. For the briefest second he freezes and you let yourself grin at your small victory.

“Careful, Hummingbird,” his deep voice whispers in your ear, making your nipples hard.

“Whatever do you mean?” You try to use your most innocent sounding voice but your smile stays in place. He gives you a look as you walk to the car but you can see the corners of his lips trying not to smile.

As you get into the back seat you notice that the divider is closed. Steve must've texted Dayton so you wouldn't be so embarrassed about asking him to raise it so you and Steve could have some private time. You've gotten a lot more comfortable about these things but you still appreciate Steve's intervention.

Steve sits next to you and taps the divider indicating he's ready to go. The car starts moving and Steve's hands are immediately on you. You're extra grateful for the loose, baggy clothing you're wearing since it allows his hands access to everywhere you need them. At this stage in your pregnancy there isn't much you can really do in terms of sex but Steve's hands make you feel amazing.

“You can be such a tease,” he playfully chides as his fingers find your clit. “Trying to get me all riled up in front of everyone.”

“Just returning the favor,” you moan as he runs his fingers through your slick before going back to your clit. You arch into his touch, leaning back against him, his other hand gently kneading your breast as he kisses your neck.

It doesn't take long for you to get the release you need. Your voice is raspy as you repeatedly thank him for taking care of you. Not wanting to be selfish, you try to move your hand inside his boxers but Steve stops you. He kisses the back of your hand and whispers, “you rest. I'll be okay.”

It's only after you're home and Steve has you settled in your favorite comfy spot that he heads to his office to meet with Bucky. He walks softly and gently closes his office door. If anyone disturbs you, makes noise that startles you, they are immediately dealt with. And that includes him.

“So what's happened, Buck?”

“That witness from the Willford & Gilliam trial?” Steve nods, remembering her. “She got approached by someone who wants to know who killed Franco the Younger.”

“Fuck,” Steve mutters. “She didn't even know Franco was killed, right?”

Bucky nods, “that was definitely the conclusion her visitor came to. Thankfully she didn't give him any names but the threat is clearly still there.”

“Do we know who the visitor was?”

“Based on her description, August Walker.”

Steve freezes at that. Last time anyone in The Family saw Walker he was Kent's errand runner. The last time anyone saw Walker without his scars was also the first night you and Steve had met. He hasn't been relevant to any of the families because of how low his reputation sank. And that all happened because of you.

“I need a full financial rundown on Walker, NOW,” Steve barks at Bucky. Bucky gives him a confused look. “Hummingbird ruined his life. No one else we know would be so ruthless and has a personal vendetta. He had to have put up a large amount of money to get the contract. And if he's talking like he's friends with Franco the Elder, Kent's likely lost control over him.”

Bucky nods in understanding, "Kent wouldn't let him do something so big and risky but with him pretty much out of the picture it opens up your girl to Walker's revenge." Bucky is immediately on the phone with Curtis giving him the new priority target. All other targets are secondary.

Steve starts pacing, suddenly more restless than ever. How much should he tell you? He has to tell you something but how much? What if he's wrong? What if the stress gets to you? Steve needs to think. He needs to talk to you.

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@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jamneuromain; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @leryg0; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins; @ronearoundblindly; @talesofadragon; @texmexdarling

A/N2: Serious shoutouts to @jamneuromain who predicted Walker as Dragonfly right away!

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monikashinswife · 1 year ago

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Laurrr it's me hi I'm the problem it's me jokee I trulyyy love your story please I'm obsess 🥹

This is my another request hihi uhm monika and the reader is in public relationship she's part of prowdmon like during the evaluation they're targeting the reader, and the whole group prowdmon specially monika is fuming while reader is like chill something like that btw the reader is like soft spoken person and like super light vibe person, very comforting looking person, so when she dance everyone was shocked because she's the opposite when chilling 🫶🏻

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(Monika Shin x Reader)

➺ thank you saur much Anon, here is your request. I apologize because this took way too long. Anygays I hope y'all are doing well.<3 You can skip to 2:00 mins to get the vibe of the battle ♡

It's been a while since I made appearance in battles and made noise in the dancing scene. But my presence is always mentioned even though I don't appear. It's not gonna be easy for them to get rid of my name. Especially with how many I contributed to the community.

And for that people recognize and appreciated me. I appeared in battles globally and gave recognition and wins while representing my country. I made way for them to be recognized, and even though I took a hiatus. Because of an injury, it was not lethal but it required me to rest for a while.

People still wanna get involved in me. And my business and personal relationships. It's not a secret that I am in a long term relationship with who is known as the Professors of Dancers. They constantly wanna get updates about what's happening with our relationship.

While we're in the middle of our dinner date, in our favorite restaurant. Monika suddenly opened up about the new opportunity. "So I was offered to create a crew and participate in a new show." She said, not beating around the bush.

"That's great love!" I said enthusiastically, still enjoying the food. "Can I?" I asked softly, knowing from her expression that my question is bugging her. I observed her hesitant face.

"Sooni knows right?" She nod, almost hesitantly. She gave me the look. The look that's telling me that this is bothering her. But there is still something inside her that wants me to join."Please?" I reach for her hand to further convince her.

"You're injured" She finally let out, I let out a small sigh. "I wouldn't wanna risk your health." I just stared at her, Monika started to bite her lips as she observed my reaction. She waited nervously for any answer, her grip on my hands tightened as worry seeps inside her.

"Darling? Say something..." Her voice so small, she doesn't know why she's feeling nervous. Probably it was because she still didn't know if I would or could continue dancing.

"I'm already healed... Please Monika, I'll be very careful" the look of anticipation spread all over my face as she played with my fingers. A moment of silence passed between us before I asked.

"What's the show?" she almost relaxed and explained what show it is. And that confirmed my question. As the producer also contacted me about it but I still haven't responded. Because I know that they'll contact her and I wanna be with her in this competition.

It's heartwarming that they are finally recognizing dancers. "Alright, I'll do it with you." I squealed and kissed her in celebration. "You promise to be careful?" She asked, the doubtful thoughts made its way because of my situation.

Suddenly, the people in the restaurant is forgotten, Monika placed her chair next to you, she took both of your hands with hers.

"You deserve to be there Y/n. You could be the judge because of how big of a contribution you made. And I know this has always been your passion, but I wouldn't want you causing yourself harm because of doing something you love. So promise me, please?." She begged for my safety, she knows how carefree I can be when I'm in my element.

But for her, I'll be careful so I wouldn't worry her. I nodded sincerely at her. Promising her wholeheartedly.

"So what's next?" Just then the mood shifted into something lighter. We're already suggesting ideas with each other. Picking the crew member and the name of the crew.

The competition came sooner. Luckily, years of experience came in handy. You came back to practicing and even teaching classes at Monika's studio, trying to get used to it again so I wouldn't get overwhelmed. And it's honestly good to be back.

And into the dance battle you go. When you descend down the stairs. You look at each crews there. PROWDMON's presence is certainly overwhelming, you can see how nervous the other crew are. But PROWDMON greeted them with energy, especially Monika who's making jokes as we made our way to our seat.

"I like this." I blurted out to Monika. While smiling at the crews. Monika's arm is wrapped around my waist as we settled. I am honestly happy. I was about to point out the energy when our crew performance is flash on the screen.

"That's us." Monika pointed, and we immediately payed attention to the screen moving closer to see it better. YGX was the first to comment, and it was safe. The other crew pointed out MoLip's career and mine.

It was all jokes and laughters between other crews because of their comments about the age. But then it took a completely different turn.

When other crew mentioned my name, I remained focus. My eyes on the screen as I listened to what they are saying after complementing me and my contributions.

"But y/n saem, has been on hiatus." Other crew pointed out and the rest of the other crews followed, "so I'm really curious to see her."

"I wonder if her skill reduced"

"Would she still be the same after that injury and break? I doubt that she'll still be the same."

"She looks far too soft here."

I nodded calmly at their words. In my peripheral vision I can see that those who said their words were nervous. But I gave them an assuring and comforting smile. But Monika is certainly not happy with their words.

Disbelief noises left PROWDMON's members they all commented and defended me proudly, looking at crews who said those words as they stare at them in warning.

Monika and I remained silent, me because I was still focused on the screen while Monika because she did not like their comments. Not one bit. The look on her face changed, and she would voice it out.

"I hate that." Monika's authoritative voiced echoed around the room. Suddenly, the air was tense. When the energy of PROWDMON changed. They all remained silent, some not meeting our eyes. They have all the nerves to say those words when we are not in front of us.

But where did those nerves go?

Before Monika could say something else. It was my turn to wrap my arm around her waist. Finally, the torture has ended and we returned to our seat with the members heavy footsteps. Monika looked at the crews once again, warning them with her commanding eyes.

"It's fine" I took her hand and kiss it to calm her down. Her breath heaved as she tried to relax. "Calm down babe, it's chill." I calmly stated but Monika would not tolerate such behavior.

The other crews saw the interaction you both are having, they gulp as they saw you tame the beast which is Monika. Some of them whispering how you prove their point about you being "too soft" because of your attitude this time.

The show's MC was introduced and the program continues. And the no respect battle was introduced. Dancers are given some time to change into something comfortable that they can dance while wearing.

Prowdmon are in their hideout doing their own thing, you're fixing your sleeves when Monika made her way closer to you. She present her arm, and you chuckle before helping her fix her white sleeves.

"Don't mind them okay?" She tuck your hair behind your ears before she caress your cheeks affectionately. But your serious gaze made her say something, "I don't like their words towards you." You gave her a soft smile before Hyo Won came for your defense.

"They don't know what they're talking about." The other members chants follows "Show them! Show Them!" We all gather together for a group hug before the screen told us to go back.

Once the crews are settled. The battle began, and as much as this is a competition. It is also a show. And the crews enjoyed the performance of those in the battle ground.

"The dancer that I can beat is..." there was a long pause in Rihey's words as she scan the crews one by one. Until our crew name PROWDMON came out. I smiled, knowing who it is already. It was expected as she was one of the many that says a lot about me.

"PROWDMON Y/n." They let out collective gasps and wows. My team stayed silent with proud faces as they know what's bound to happen. I just smiled as I walk to the stage.

Just happy to be back. I nodded my head at Rihey not dropping my smile. The MC introduced us before the song started playing. I gave her a nod, acknowledging that she will go first.

Her body started following the rhythm as she started dancing. The look on my eyes and face changed. Suddenly the tension became heavier as they thought that this would be a light hearted moment.

I tilted my head, my face stoic as she tried to taunt me while dancing. I gave a small smirk while she bounced and dance desperately. She is good, I gave her that.

I approve but I'm not her to evaluate her. I'm her competition and Competition I am.

"Switch to PROWDMON Y/N!" Loud cheers erupted, I let myself soak in their cheers. Completely turning into the person that they all know.

"Make it bounce up, Make it bounce up" the crowd cheered as I lip synced the lyrics. I step up. Calm before the storm.

Then, me and the music became one. I managed to kneel in the first few seconds. Bouncing while on my knees as I popped.

As I move my whole body. The audience move with me. The unity and cohesiveness of my dance is undeniable and unmatched.

There was no denying that when you dance, you stole the whole room's attention. Your presence demanded and attracted them. And it doesn't help that your expression is perfect. The way you convey the mood through your face.

The way your body sways with the music. You flow like a wave, smooth and hard, your moves crystal like the water. And your dance range wide like the ocean. You orchestrate the room with your movements.

They all scream when they saw how impactful you are. You gesture to the now mesmerized Rihey. Making her dance like she's someone being sway by the wave. Your influence and presence is totally unmatched.

You look like a different person. You, but still different. Whoever underestimated you is now proven. You did not grow weaker. But you came back stronger despite having something that would make you weaker.

Your audience screamed and clap once you're done. You bowed in respect. You heard them talk and they were overwhelmed with the battle. Rihey and you put out a legendary fight.

You laugh when they threw their shoes and some threw their banner. Rihey makes her way closer to you and she bowed. You gave her a sweet smile before giving her a hug.

"That was WOW" the Daniel shake his head and let out an impressed noise. "Indeed it was, I can't believe I'm blessed to witness that" Boa added, your eyes twinkling as you wait for their vote.

Monika's voice is the loudest when she saw how you won with unanimous vote. You bowed to your opponent and hopped back to your teammates.

"I'm so proud! I'll definitely treat you later" she marveled with you in her arms. You melted into her arms for a moment before the rest of PROWDMON went in for a group hug.

You laugh altogether before you settle back to your seats, faces all proud. Victory is certainly a good look in your team. And not only were you marveling in victory but also you were all genuinely happy to be there.

Once the episode shoot is finished. You said goodbye to the rest of the crew with the next mission in mind. You all decided to have dinner together some other time.

Your smirk went back on your face as you look at Monika mischievously. You brought your face closer to her ear, making sure to caress her hand as you whisper, voice slow and low.

"I can't wait for that treat"

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(not proofread)

#prowdmon #street woman fighter x reader #swf x reader #swf2 x reader #monika shin #monika shin x reader #street woman fighter 1 #swf imagine #shin monika #shin monika x reader #street woman fighter 2 #monika shin imagine #monika shin fanfic #monikashinswife

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cranberryjuice-posts · 9 months ago

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DARINGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE ASYLUMMMM

IM BACK W ANOTHER REQUEST POOKIE (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT JS TAKE UR TIME)

OK SO CLARISSE X PERSEPHONE!DAUGHTER (THIS IS ANGST ANGST ANGST) WHERE THEY'RE IN THE BATTLE OF MANHATTAN AND READER IS STABBED SO OBS CLARISSE RUSHED OVER TO LIKE TRY AND SAVE THEM. BUT READER ALR KNOWS THEYRE DYRING SO THEY'RE IKE "its ok it's ok. I'm ginna go see my mother, i'll be fine!

BAWLING

(clarisse is taking over my mid)

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOUTSELF POOKIE

- I’ll be back -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

An - just a heads up as I said in my Korra fic this will probably be my last clarisse fic For a while. The hyperfixation and excitement to write for her is slowly going away, I will be writing most all of the request that I do have for her eventually but other than that I will be taking a short break I hope you all understand!

The sky had a thick layer of grey over it. The destruction to manhattan causing cement and other forms of pollution to take over the air.

Swinging your weapon aimlessly you tried to fight off the growing hoard of monsters. It was hard, fighting for gods know how many hours, seeing people you loved and care for die in-front of you and slowly loosing your siblings.

What hurt the most was seeing kids you grew up and laughed with fighting against you. Fighting for a cause that would benefit no one, fighting for what seemed like a dream that was never going to be real.

Trudging into a hidden alley way you lifted up your shirt. Looking down you saw the poisoned arrow shot wound becoming purple; throbbing harder and harder by the second.

Muffling your scream you pulled the dirty bandages off your body, tossing them into a dumpster. Rummaging through the bag at your side you quickly tried to change the dressings.

In the middle of war a second of peace was rare, a moment to asses your injuries was non existent, a chance to mentally reflect on your surroundings ended in death.

Death that forever followed you.

Standing stiff you were almost to scared to look down. If you gas lighted yourself enough you couldn’t feel it, it wouldn’t be true. It was foolish to think that you could of hidden from war.

“Checkmate” a raspy voice behind you whispered. Tyla.. s a daughter of Tyche and a friend who you had always competed with. Simple childish competion that eventually ended in celestial bronze piercing through your gut.

You’ve never been the best fighter but receiving deadly wounds twice in one day was setting the bar low. Pulling her sword out you fell to your knees, a metallic sound swinging in the air and hitting you in the back of your throat.

Tylas rough combat boot pressed your face into the gravel, tears quickly falling out of your face. “See You in hell” sliding the rubber bottom off your cheek she spat on you. Walking away with the intent to kill another.

Laying in the dirty alley way your thoughts went from the pain slowly leaving your body to memories of her. Of clarisse.

Sitting on the doc together where you shared your first kiss at sun down.

The first argument which ended with you both apologizing and laying together.

Sneaking into the ares cabin just to get caught the following day because you accidentally grew dead roses outside her window.

The awkward confession and her asking you on a date.

… the promise you made to clarisse that you would come back alive.

You woke up laying on a mat, a few medics crowded around you and the crying face of the woman you loved above. You couldn’t help but smile, even in her worst clarisse still looked beautiful.

Will reached over and grabbed her arm squeezing it. “She doesn’t have long” he mumbled closing his eyes. “Be quick” he softly spoke, standing up and walking to another kid.

You tried to move but she quickly took your body into her arms. “Hey, hey don’t.. just rest” clarisse tried to stay strong but right now she couldn’t help but loose it all. “You gonna be fine” her voice broke.

Tears began falling from her eyes and hitting your face. Her weak expression destroyed your heart.

Grabbing her shirt as it was the closest you could Get to touching her. “I’m ok… everything’s ok” you whispered. Clafisse just shook her head, the color was quickly leaving your face. “I just have to visit my mom for a little while, it’ll just be for a few weeks ok”

Clarisse brought your body to hers, hiding her face in your neck. Your arms went lip and around you both dead flowers and weeds appeared. As a daughter of Persephone death followed you every where, even in your final moments.

It felt as though the world stopped. That the outside wasn’t real and this all was a bad dream but even the strongest warriors had to accept when the sun came up.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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YJ core four polycule? [eyes emoji]

"So, like, polyamory," Cassie says, and Kon nearly falls off the couch.

"What?" he says.

"Polyamory," Tim repeats patiently. "Cassie and I have been discussing it. We both figured we were going to be the complicated ones here so we were just getting the 'complicated' out of the way in advance."

"You–discussing it?!" Kon chokes as Bart visibly brightens next to him. They're both sitting on the couch in the Titans Tower rec room. Tim and Cassie are standing side by side in front of them in their combined version of leader-mode, which Kon sort of hates and sort of loves and sort of wants to run away and die over.

"Oh thank god, I was worried you guys' socialization was gonna be weird about this," Bart says in obvious relief, clapping his hands together. "Like holy crap but literally everyone in this time period is just such total prudes. Uh. No offense. And like, no lie, the subjective time wait on you all finally figuring out that the four of us should all be kissing each other has been absolutely killing me."

"Sorry for the delay," Tim says with a faint smile that makes Kon's guts want to turn inside out in a good way, assuming that there's any possible "good way" to do something like that. And also, unfortunately, makes him want to throw up. "Cassie and I have been negotiating. And establishing some boundaries."

"Also working on a plan of attack to get us all on a date together," Cassie says. "Tim wanted to do a power point presentation, which I immediately vetoed. So like, there's absolutely a secret power point presentation that he thinks I don't know about if you two wanna see it."

"Yesplease!" Bart blurts immediately, sitting bolt-upright in his seat and looking delighted.

"Sure?" Kon tries, because maybe the power point thing will buy him enough time to stop freaking out.

It does not.

Tim has slides. And graphs. And pictures. And even a little speech prepared, too. He lists all sorts of absolutely dumb and totally weird reasons that they all obviously like each other and how they might all work well in a romantic relationship together and smiles again like four more times and the whole thing is like stupidly adorable and even color-coded and Kon's entire fucking heart breaks in his chest watching it.

He wants that. He wants the others to be right. Wants what Tim is currently pitching to the group of them in the middle of the tower rec room like this is a mission briefing or a battle plan or some stupid high school science class project. He's wanted exactly this for a genuinely fucking embarrassing amount of time, in fact.

But he can't give them that.

He's not . . .

Kon swallows. It hurts. Bart vibrates with glee beside him and Cassie hides a little grin behind her hand and Tim smiles at all of them again as he switches slides. They're all being so cute. All being so sweet. All being so perfect.

Kon wants to kiss all three of them and wrap his arms all the way around them all at once and never, ever let go of a single fucking one of them, not for anything.

But he can't give them what they're asking him for.

Which was fine, before they actually went and asked him for it. It was fine when it was just him pretending to himself, just him being greedy and weird and thinking stupid little secret thoughts that would never see the light of day or actually amount to anything. That never could've actually amounted to anything.

It's not fine anymore.

It's not fine anymore, and Kon can't be okay with that anymore.

#core four #superboy #wonder girl #dc robin #dc impulse #young justice #mandaloriandy #wip: it's not fine anymore

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runningincircl3s · 3 months ago

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 3

chapter warnings: very very extremely brief mention of masturbation

i'm going to be posting chapter 4 with this one as they're both pretty short :) happy friday guys!!

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As you stepped out of the shower, you reached for a towel from their usual place but much to your horror, there were none to be found. You panicked for a moment, wondering what to do. You knocked on the bathroom door and called out for Noah but there was no reply, so you called him instead, thanking whatever forces above that you brought your phone in the bathroom with you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked from the kitchen as he answered the phone.

“No, uh… there’s no towels in here-”

“Oh shit! They were the ones I brought down to the pool. Give me two seconds, I'll be right there.”

“Thank you.” You laughed at the situation and stood awkwardly as you waited for Noah to return.

“Y/n?” He asked, knocking on the door.

You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out as Noah passed you the towels.

“Thank you!” You quickly wrapped one around you and your hair with the other before taking your phone and clothes and leaving the bathroom.

You awkwardly walked past Noah in silence as he sat on his bed, pretending to be scrolling on his phone yet you felt his eyes on you before you walked straight to your room.

Whilst you were getting dressed you had time to reflect on what happened in the pool, and one moment in particular kept replaying over and over again.

“You look so pretty like this”

The tone of voice he spoke in sent shivers through your body. You wanted to scream into your pillow, but you held it together. You were so close to kissing him until Folio announced that Nicholas had arrived. Would he have actually kissed you or would he have pulled away? Would it have gone any further?

You needed to talk to him, that was for sure. But first you needed to finish getting dressed.

You slipped on an old oversized bad omens shirt that you stole from Bryan and a pair of old sleep shorts that were a little tight. You braided your hair and hyped yourself up to go downstairs where you knew Noah would be cooking dinner, as it had just gone 6pm.

As you walked down the stairs you spotted the two Nicks, who were in the middle of a rather heated debate.

“Y/n! Who do you think would win, one horse sized duck or 20 duck sized horses?” Folio asked as you passed them.

“If we’re talking about a cuteness battle then definitely the duck sized horses, but if it’s in a fight then I don’t know… the duck?”

“Exactly!” Folio shouted to the Nicholas, and he continued to rant, his voice fading as you walked into the kitchen.

“What are you making?” You asked, standing by the island, leaning slightly over it.

“Well, it’s Italian night, so…” Noah reached into the oven to pull out a dish, “I’ve made lasagne.”

“Ooh, yum!” You smiled, “any garlic bread?”

“Yes, I wasn't sure if you'd want any so I made sure to get some extra just in case.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, stepping closer to him, “look, Noah, I think we need to-”

“Noah!” Folio shouted, “Who do you think would win…”

“Nick, what? I cant hear you- Sorry, I’ll go see what he wants.”

You threw your head back and groaned in annoyance. You’d worked up the courage to talk to him and he just walked away. You sighed once more and looked at the lasagne Noah had cooked, he'd done a pretty good job.

“Sorry, what were you gonna say?” Noah asked as he took back his place in the kitchen.

“Nothing. I just needed to get a drink.” You mumble, grabbing a pepsi from the fridge.

“Oh, okay. Can you tell the guys that dinner is almost done?”

“Sure.” You said, walking back into the living room, “Noah said dinners almost done.” You said as you sat next to Ruffilo, who was now on his phone, now attempting to ignore Nick.

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It was the middle of the night and you just could not sleep. The moment between you and Noah in the pool had been playing back in your mind as you tossed and turned in your bed. You reached over for your water and realised it was empty.

Sighing, you kicked your feet out of the sheets and got up, using your phone as a flashlight as you made your way down the stairs.

You made sure to be as quiet as possible as Nick and Nick were both asleep, snoring on the couch. However, when you reached the kitchen, to your surprise you weren’t alone.

“Oh, hey.” You said to Noah as you got another bottle of water from the fridge.

“Can’t sleep either?” He asked, and you shook your head. “What’s up?”

“I think I’m just nervous that’s all,” you lied, “about tour…”

“Understandable.” He said, “I forgot to mention our flights changed. We’ll be leaving tomorrow evening, but like I said last week, you’ll be perfectly fine, I’ve got you, okay? Bryan won’t let you overwork yourself or anything. We’ll make sure you have the best time.” He smiled in the dimly lit kitchen, the only light was coming from the torches on your phones which were placed upside down on the counter.

“Oh… Okay… Why can’t you sleep?” You asked.

“A bit of everything really,” he admitted, “look, I’m sorry about earlier, in the pool. I shouldn’t have-”

“No, don’t apologise.” You tell him, “if this is about the almost kiss then I wouldn’t have stopped you… It felt right.”

“I was talking about dragging you into the pool with me, when you were shouting for me to stop,” he said, a slight smirk on his lips, “what, are you saying you wanted to kiss me?”

“Oh… well, in that case, don’t worry. I wanted to get in anyway.”

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Don't ignore me, I asked you a question.”

This man would be the death of you.

“Well, in the moment I did, yeah.” You say, you wouldn’t dare look at him right now.

“Oh yeah?”

“Noah, shut up before I post a picture of you on twitter.”

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice dropping an octave or two as he started walking closer to you, “I know your accounts are private.”

“Well in that case I’ll-”

You couldn’t finish your rant as Noah had closed the space between the two of you, and his lips pressed against yours. It caught you totally off guard, there felt like there were fireworks in your stomach as you kissed him back, nothing had ever felt so right before.

His hands moved to your waist, as one of yours found the side of his neck, the other on his chest. Just as you thought he was going to deepen the kiss, maybe even slip his tongue in, he pulled away.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He confessed, smiling as he pressed his forehead against yours. "But we better get some sleep, we've got a lot of travelling coming up."

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“What the fuck, how did you forget to pack?!” Bryan raked his fingers through his hair as he stood by your bedroom door, watching you rush around to throw everything you needed into your suitcase.

“Well, maybe because Noah only thought to mention the flight’s been changed when I went downstairs to get some water in the night? Could’ve been nice to let me know beforehand!” To say you were stressed was an understatement, you checked the drawers and closet to make sure you hadn't left any behind.

“Sorry, I should’ve told you when I found out, I just assumed Noah told you.”

“Well you assumed wrong!” You sighed, sitting down on your unmade bed, “Sorry, Bry. I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’ve never been so stressed before in my entire life, I hate flying and I’m kinda nervous to meet the other guys that are coming with us on tour.”

"There's nothing to worry about, y/n, I promise. The guys in Motionless are some of the nicest people I've ever met, you'll get along with them just fine, and the flight's not too long. Don't tell him I said this but Noah gets nervous when flying too, you guys can sit together and hyperventilate during turbulence together!"

"Bryan it's not funny! What if we crash, then who'll be laughing?!

“Sorry,” he laughed, “but seriously, you'll be fine. I’ll leave you to pack, y/n, I’m gonna see if the guys need any help downstairs if you need me.”

“Okay, thanks Bry.” You smiled, shoving a pile of clothes that were sat on the floor into your suitcase as he left the room.

It was only a matter of hours until you’d leave for the airport and there was so much whizzing around your brain. First was the kiss in the early hours of this morning, and then the fact that Noah said he’d been wanting to do it for a long time. You also feared you'd leave something important behind, and you worried about being on the plane- it was just all too much. You needed a distraction, but as you searched through your bags, you realised you'd left your vibrator at home. Just great!

In the meantime, you pushed all your thoughts to the back of your mind and focused on packing your equipment. You got your camera out yesterday and shot some pictures of Nick, Matt, Jolly and Noah by the pool which turned out pretty good.

The time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to the room Noah had let you stay in. However, you’d be glad there would be no more late night trips to Noah’s room to use the bathroom.

There was one night in particular where you thought you could hear groaning from the other side of the door so you hesitated before knocking. He was silent for a moment before he called out to let you know you could come in. You couldn’t switch your brain off for the rest of the night, your mind going to the depths of hell as you thought about the man in the next room. However, after letting your hand slip under your panties, you finally switched off and after finishing, you were out for the night.

“Everyone ready?” Matt shouted out as everyone was rushing about, making sure they weren’t forgetting anything.

“Can someone help me?” You asked from the top of the stairs, trying to take both your suitcase and camera equipment down the stairs, along with your handbag, phone and coffee mug.

“Course!” Folio smiled, coming up the stairs to help you, “Did we manage to get seats together on the plane this time?” He asked, shouting down the stairs to Matt, whose phone began to ring.

“Folio, it’s your lucky day... We’re all sat together this time.” Matt said, before answering the phone.

“What, were you guys sitting separately last time?” You asked as you followed Nick down the stairs.

“Yeah, it was awful! I was sat next to some guy who wouldn’t stop sneezing and then I just so happened to be sick the entire tour, the guy Jolly was sat next to kept falling asleep on his shoulder-”

“And the lady I was sat next to kept trying to set me up with her daughter.” Noah laughed, “But that’s not the worst of it, was it Nick?”

“Huh?” Nicholas popped his head up, he was busy loading up the bus to travel to the airport.

“Tell y/n about our last flight to Europe.”

“I was sat next to this old lady who took one look at me and then naturally assumed I was the devil,” Ruffilo explained, and the others laughed.

“But you’re an angel!” You frowned, “and that was to Europe?”

“London,” Matt butted in, “a 10 hour flight and I was sitting next to a screaming baby. 10 hours, y/n. It had me reconsidering my whole life.”

“Wow that must’ve been rough… hopefully it’s not like that this time.”

“Nah, it’s only a 3 hour flight this time and we’re all sat together. There’s no way it can be any worse.”

“We’re off to Texas, right?” You asked, and Noah nodded.

“We play our first show there in three days, so we’ll land, get to our hotel and chill for a bit before we go to start setting everything up.”

“Great.” You smiled, feeling all your nerves fade away into pure excitement. It was all starting to feel so real now.

Everyone started to get into the bus now, so you took one last look at Noah’s house before getting in with them. You sat in between the two Nicks, or as Noah called it a Nick sandwich. However, as Matt started driving away, Bryan called out,

“Matt, where are you going? We still have to pick up Jolly!”

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bad omens drama will never stop me from posting on tumblr dot com sorry guys you’re stuck with me!

@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86

#nothing ever after <3 #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro x reader #motionless in white fanfic #bad omens fanfic

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justallihere · 7 months ago

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~MWAH MWAH MWAH~ (RESPECTFULLY MAAM)

Dain and Violet are meant to be besties and only besties.

“To you,” Dain said, and Violet laughed harder at the affronted look on his face. “He’d kill me and chop me up in tiny pieces to sprinkle at your feet if he thought it would make you happy.”

That line was so fucking funny bc its so true. Everyone and their mother knows who whipped Xaden is for Violet

Does Liam actually want to be squad leader or is he only saying he wants to, so Sloane has competition?

Sloane and Dain 👀👀👀👀 I can imagine Sloane is giving Dain the biggest stink eye and Dain is just 😊 BC EXCUSE ME THAT LINE????

Dain smiled at the back of her head indulgently

OMG PLOT PLOT PLOT!!! VENIN VENIN VENIN!!!!! VI'S BRAIDS ARE BACK!!!!!!!

The motherfucking consequences of your actions Xaden 😊

“I wish you would have stayed home,” Xaden said. “Did you come by yourself?” He sounded tense, though not quite angry. “I’m doing what you married me to do,” she replied, and he made a sound that might have been a growl

I love how Vi can actually aim and she doesn't have to be stressed out figuring it in the middle of a battle. Canon had me stressssed

WE GOT TO SEE MIRA 😭 Will the 3 siblings be seen together anytime soon? I need to punch Brennan

For a split second, I thought Xaden became a venin when Sgayel screamed but he has to know better in SITQ?? riGHT ???? RIGHT???

Now its Vi's turn to be concerned for her husband 😊. We love equality. Xaden has watched Vi be mended twice now right (stabbing and torture)?

Seeing strong women in charge and being COMPETENT will always be a kink of mine

“You know,” Xaden said unexpectedly in a low, hoarse voice “You make a very good queen.”

Xaden is such a smartass, never change shadow boy. One of these days, Xaden's going to smooth out her furrowed brow and warn Vi against wrinkles LMAO

They are so in love, just kiss already jfc (and i saw this not in a pressuring way but in a disgusted way LOL)

FUCK THE VENIN FROM DEPRIVING ME OF VI CONFESSING FUCK YOU HAHAHA

She spat it out, and it rolled across the grass, bouncing once, twice, three times before it came to a stop.

This was so funny though 💀 I'm imagining the head is bouncing like a soccer ball

“I believe your husband is about to lose consciousness, Violet.”

Andarna is so snarky I love it

Vi is such a good queen!! I can't get enough. I noticed she always asks for people's names and thanks them for any help they've given. THATS MY GIRL!!!!

Listen Xaden Riorson is not fucking subtle and it's so funny that even DAIN knows it. Poor guy never stood a chance against him and he tried to get with Vi before she ever even knew Xaden in this world

Liam wouldn't mind being squad leader! And he'd be very good at it. He also just likes to push his baby sister to be the best she can be (and annoy her in the process)

If Dain can put up with Violet, then Sloane is nothing. The man...has a type

Vi's aim still isn't perfect, but it's better (two-thirds, so we'll take it). Her training with Felix works!

It's gonna be another second before all the Sorrengails are back together!

your honor they're in love (derogatory)

Andarna my baby girl!! Saving the day and being insufferably smug about it forever!!

#storm in the quiet

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blakbonnet · 1 year ago

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What are your favorite soft/sappy gentlebeard headcanons? :0

oh there's so many 🫠

- I think they're both very "display your lovemarks" type of a couple and go very soft and pikachu face about it

- They definitely plan their dates in advance - both of them. They'll mark it on their calendars, leave little notes to each other to "wear something cute" even tho each knows what the other's gonna wear cause they talked about it for an hour

- Once they get over the reunion hump, I think they'll be the most PDA couple around, like they'll routinely make the crew retch and not care about it a bit. Making out in the middle of a battle, small kisses while running off to loot a ship, sitting in each other's laps, bringing back stolen gifts and telling the other one to "guess"

- Stede's first tattoo is definitely going to be something Ed related, I feel, and Ed is going to get something that matches with it or contrasts it beautifully. Tbh in my mind, they're both very simple and just get each other's names tattooed :')

- Stede is the "remembers every single anniversary including the day they held hands for the first time" guy and Ed is the "goes bankrupt trying to buy the perfect anniversary present and ends up buying multiple ones cause Stede deserves it all" guy

- Ed routinely gets Stede flowers, Stede gets him jewelry

- They have quiet reading dates where they just read in the same room and don't talk on quiet nights

- They're gonna do Hollywood level fuckery style proposals trying to one up each other and get super competitive about it, and involve the crew to "vote who did it better"

#they're all mostly sappy tbh and stuff I've shared in text posts #asks #ofmd #blackbonnet #videnoirs

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remuslupinkinnie1979 · 3 months ago

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Okay, so... I wrote a fic. It's Cherrisnake, they're both trans and it's about Pentious coming out to Cherri. It's probably the first fic I actually finished and the first one I posted somewhere so... Pls be nice and excuse my lack of experience, as I said, it's my first time. Also English is not my first language

Also: i am non binary myself, I do not share the views that Pentious has about being trans in a relationship, it's just to show that he has internalised transphobia. It's totally up to you when and if you come out to someone

Okay (I'm so fucking nervous) hope you like it:

Au- Pentious lives - after season 1

"When are you gonna tell her boss?" Frank asked one morning, as Sir Pentious was finishing his morning routine, by applying testosterone gel.

Pentious signed deeply. He knew what the little egg was referring to. He was actually wondering about the same thing for a while.

"I don't know, my minion." Was the only answer he could've given. He felt like he should tell Cherri. He shouldn't be keeping a secret like that from her. At the same time however, he couldn't gather all the courage necessary to do it.

It was two weeks after the extermination. Two weeks after Pentious kissed her. It felt like the world had stopped. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of the battlefield or that they could've died any minute. It didn't matter that Pentious was about to commit a sacrifice and might've not seen her ever again. It was the most magical moment of his life. It felt like the whole world around them just... Disappeared.

After the battle, Cherri basically ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. It shouldn't have been so surprising. For a brief second everyone thought he died. Even Pentious wasn't expecting to come out alive, but he was so happy he did. If he didn't, he could've never seen her again. Never feel her basically choking him with love and relief. Never kissing him again. And that was something he could never imagine. Just a month ago it felt like he would never get to get even close to her. If he was told he would ever date Cherri Bomb, he most likely would've fainted. He wouldn't ever believe that would happen. Even now, he pinched himself regularly to make sure he wasn't living some sort of beautiful fantasy.

He handed George, another one of the egg Bois his bottom of gel to put in the bathroom cupboard. He bit lip. He felt guilty and cowardly for not being able to come out to her. He felt like the worst and dirtiest sinner in Hell for not telling her the truth. He tried to tell her a few times, he even asked Charlie for help, as she was one of the only people he ever actually came out to. However Charlie didn't agree to tell Cherri for him. More to assist and support him. She said that it's probably something he should tell her himself. Pentious knew that, but every time he tried to speak to her about it it felt like words were stuck in his throat. He would start blacking out, sweating and stuttering even more than usual when he was with her. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her.

Pentious got up from his chair and left the room, Egg Bois following close behind him. He still couldn't shake off all the thoughts about coming out to Cherri. It would probably keep bugging him for the rest of the day.

He made his way to the kitchen and noticed Charlie, Husk, Niffty and... Cherri, sitting at the table.

"Oh, hi Pentious!" Charlie called with a smile. Husk just gave him a nod of acknowledgement and Niffty waved at him. Cherri smirked as he walked in.

"Sup, snaky?" She said with an unfinished cup of coffee in her hand. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was big and puffy as always, her eye was covered in some new eyeshadow, as Pentious silently noticed. She was wearing a red crop top and a leather, black skirt. Pentious just stared at her for a moment, admiring her beauty. He wasn't able to say or even think of anything at that moment.

Charlie was trying to hide a smile. She was rooting for them from the very beginning and was so happy to see their relationship working out. And she was also happy that both of them found someone to share their lives with.

Cherri's smirk softened a little, her face going a bit pink, at sight of Pentious simping for her like this. But that was *nothing* compared to the actual tomato that once was Pentious's face. On the inside he was jumping and stimming in absolute happiness, cause she was his girlfriend. She was dating him.

"Uhmmm... Boss?" One of the Egg Bois coughed, trying to break the awkward silence from the sidelines silence in the room. Pentious shook his head and came back to reality.

"Wha-what was the question again?" He asked. Husk chuckled slightly.

"Oh, I just asked how you were, sneaky." Cherri repeated flirty. Pentious took off his hat and scratched the back of his neck, nervously. Blood was hitting his cheeks once again.

"I-im good... How are you, missss Bomb?"

Cherri laughed. "I told you, you don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. We're actually together. We were kissing like... Yesterday."

"Oh, right..." Pentious looked down awkwardly.

Thank goodness, Charlie came to save him.

"What are your plans for today, Pen?"

Pentious looked at her, processing the question.

"Oh, I wass just gonna work on a new machine... I'm getting clossser to figuring out how to not get the power ssssources to get overheated and..." He unconsciously started rambling about his new invention, using very professional and scientific language. Husk just rolled his eyes and got back to the paper he was reading. Charlie tried to keep a polite look.

"Oh, ssssorry." The snake smiled nervously, realising that he was probably annoying everyone at the table.

"Nah, it'd chill. You can tell me all about it tonight." Cherri said winking at him. They were having a date that evening. Pentious smiles widely. He finally found someone, who wasn't his minion, that was willing to listen to his infodumping about machines, without getting all annoyed and asking him to shut up.

"Ve-very well, my dear. We sshall talk about it during our date." Pentious walked to the kitchen counter and started making himself breakfast.

He put water to boil in the kettle and started preparing a ham and cheese sandwich, as he always did. He always ate the very same thing for breakfast. He made himself tea, grabbed a plate and sat down at the table, next to Cherri. She was glaring at him. He nervously bit his lip, but decided to just eat.

"Hello, babe." Vaggie walked into the kitchen and placed a kiss on Charlie's hair. She smiled. "Any plans?"

Charlie thought for a moment. "Some trust building exercises for now and some paperwork after lunch."

The two kept chatting about their day. Pentious was trying so hard to not stare at Cherri. He wasn't even looking at her. He was focusing on the sandwich.

"Boss, we're hungry!" One of the Egg Bois called.

"You'll get your breakfast sssoon." Pentious answered. He was used to Egg Bois always being hungry and begging for food every time they saw someone eating.

"Oh, come on!" Cherri grinned. Then she took some salami from her plate and gave it to Frank. The little egg was very happy. He ate it at one bite. "Thank you, boss's girlfriend!"

Both Pentious and Cherri blushed at his words. They both loved being referred to as each other's girlfriend and boyfriend.

"No problem." She stole some pickles from Husk's sandwich.

"Hey!" He argued, but nobody really paid attention. Cherri just threw the pickles at the Egg Bois, who started fighting who'll get it first.

"You know, you shouldn't jusst feed them like thisss. They have a sspecific meal plan..." Pentious said.

"Oh, come on! It's just a little snack. It won't do too much harm, will it?" She laughed. The snake couldn't argue with her. She was simply too perfect to argue with.

An hour later, Angel Dust, Niffty, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Cherri and Pentious were sat down at the lobby. Husk was cleaning some glasses behind the bar.

"Alright" Charlie spoke. "Today we'll be playing a game, where you have a sticky note, with the name of someone we know, on your forehead and you have to guess who that is based on clues others will give you."

She explained the rules.

"And you can only say nice things about this person." She knew that there definitely would be some insults and arguments.

Everyone grabbed a note and stuck it to their forehead.

"I'll go first." Lucifer spoke up bravely. His note was saying 'Vaggie'

"**"A very lovely person" Charlie gave him a clue, to which Vaggie blushed.

"Aggressive as fuck" Husk added gruffly.

"Hmmm..." Lucifer thought for a moment. "Ma- I mean Vaggie?"

"Yes!" Charlie confirmed. "Very good! I'll go next." Her note said "Sir Pentious".

"Probably autistic" Vaggie said. Pentious couldn't disagree. Even tho in his times the concept of neurodivergency was practically non existent, he kinda suspected that he could've been autistic. He would get a diagnosis, but finding an assessment, not done by a war criminal or a psychopath (or honestly both in most cases) was practically a miracle.

Charlie looked around everyone. There were a few people in that group who were most likely autistic. Her gaze fixated first on her dad, Lucifer, Alastor, who gave a "don't even think about it" glance, Pentious and Niffty. "Hmmm..."

"Has great inventions and an even better tongue, if you know what I mean." Cherri smirked, to which Pentious's face went red. Husk and Vaggie looked like they were about to puke.

"Ummm.... I assume... Pentious?"

"Yeah..." Vaggie said, shooting Cherri a glare. "But these details weren't necessary."

Angel was next. His note said 'Husk'.

"He is a member of our staff." Charlie said.

"He's veeeryyy grumpy." Niffty added.

"And you reeeaallyyyy like him." Cherri teased. Angel's face turned red and he looked at Cherri with frustration. He knew damn well who he had on his forehead. Husk just raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have a crush on him!" Angel protested.

"But y'know exactly who I'm talking about?"

Angel looked down. His feelings for Husk were soo obvious, that even Pentious was starting to suspect something was on. And Pentious was absolutely shitty in noticing people's emotions.

"Alright... Moving on" Charlie tried to prevent an argument. "Sir Pentious, your tour."

"Physically unable to use the door like a normal fucking person and makes us rebuild walls all the time." Husk said gruffly.

"Also very loud." Niffty noticed. "And fun to be around.

"Ohh..." Pentious said, knowing who they were talking about. "Is it... Misssss Bomb, by any chance?"

"Pen, we talked about this. You don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. You're tongue has literally been-"

"Spare us the details, my dear." Alastor chimed in.

"Oh, right, right." Pentious could feel that he was blushing like an idiot. Cherri winked at him. Or it was just what Pentious thought. Hard to tell when she only has one eye.

The game went on in a pretty happy and cheerful atmosphere. During the next round Charlie had a sticker with Cherri Bomb written on it.

"Ssshe-" Pentious thought for a second. "Sshe's very... cool."

Charlie smiled, like she knew exactly who pentious was referring to.

"Is she pretty?" She asked.

"Not, jusst pretty. Absolutely gorgeousss." Pentious answered without much thought.

"Is she funny?"

"Hilariousss, yess. She can alwayss make everyone sssmile.."

This type of conversation was going on for a moment. Pentious wasn't really thinking. The fact that Cherri was absolutely perfect was clear and undebateble. He couldn't comprehend how anybody might think otherwise.

"So, to recap, she's beautiful, funny, kind, smart and awesome in general."

Pentious nodded in confirmation, puzzled how Charlie didn't figure it out by now.

"Yes, dear. How can you not guesss yet? You're basically describing her!" He looked around. Cherri's face was burning red. The rest of the group was trying their best to not burst out laughing. "Oh, shit."

The group started laughing their asses off. Cherri's confident and flirty demeanour fated completely.

"So, you'd like to fuck her?" Angel asked.

"Umm" Pentious thought. He wasn't thinking about her in that kind of way most of the time. He found her absolutely breathtaking and was deeply in love with her, but didn't really care about that kind of stuff too much since they started dating. "Yeah, I do."

Angel smirked. Cherri blushed even harder. Her face was redder than a tomato at that point.

"I-i-i... I mean..!" Pentious stumbled upon his words. Angel's smirk widened. Cherri's face was hidden in her hands. "My apologies. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." Cherri managed to say. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or run away. Pentious was adorable, again.

A couple of hours later Pentious was finishing up for his date. He picked out his best suit and a red bowtie. It reminded him of Cherri, so it was his favourite.

"Are you gonna tell her now, boss?" Frank spoke up. Pentious swallowed nervously. He couldn't keep it a secret much longer. He actually was planning to do it today.

"Yes, my minion."

He was supposed to pick her up from her room at 7. At 6:58 he was in front of her door. He could feel the cold sweat go down his spine, his hands also sweaty and shaky. His lungs felt like they were getting tinier with every breath he tried to take. His heartbeat would be hearable on the other side of the corridor. He was walking in circles and playing with his bowtie, like he was used to.

"Oh, cmon, Pentious. You can do it." He finally knocked on the door and straightened his back.

Cherri opened. Pentious's jaw fell onto the floor. She was wearing a dark pink crop top and a black mini skirt with tights. Her hair was a bit wavier than usual. Pentious could see the red lipstick and pink eyeshadow.

"You good?" Cherri chuckled.

Pentious managed to somehow pick his jaw from the ground. He nodded quickly. "Uh-uhm.... Oh, right." He offered out his hand. The girl grabbed it with a smile.

They went to the hotel balcony. Charlie advised him to take her on a date there.

"S-sssooo... How are you m- Cherri?" She grinned.

"I'm good... Now, you can tell me all about that new project of yours."

He started going on and on about his new invention. Cherri had pretty much no idea what he was talking about, but she could've imagined how much it meant to him, to have someone willingly listen. His newest project was a cannon, shooting bombs. It would be a perfect connection between them. Cherri was listening, with a pleasant expression.

Their moment was ruined by one of the Egg Bois, Thom. They were supposed to be waiters for the couple, but well... Those silly little creatures always had their own way of... Messing things up.

"Did you tell her, boss?" He asked. Cherri looked confused.

"Tell me what?"

"Umm..." Pentious swallowed nervously. "No, my minion... Could you leave usss alone for a ssecond?"

"Yes, sir!" Thom saluted and walked away.

Pentious looked down, nervously.

"These tiless are magnificent."

Cherri looked puzzled and confused, but now also a bit nervous.

"What you were going to tell me?"

Pentious knew this was a riflde or die situation. He couldn't put it aside any longer. But, oh... What if she'll want to break up after this?

His breath became heavier and shakier with every moment. He played with his bowtie, so hard he almost choked himself as he stood. He couldn't look her in the eye. His gaze was wondering around the balcony, the tiles, the night sky... His hands were sweating so bad under the gloves.

"Pen." Cherri called out, seeing he was getting more and more lost in his thoughts. "Is everything okay?"

"Ye-yeah, I jusssst... I need to go. I'll be right back." He stood up and went inside. He felt so pathetic. He couldn't even be honest with her. Was he really a man if he couldn't even speak a few words? He was just so afraid of Cherri breaking up. He felt like a piece of shit for keeping it from her. He should've just tell her from head start. Or never confess to her. A worthless piece of lying trash like him didn't deserve love, let alone from a woman like Cherri. Why would the universe put him in this situation. Oh, he should stop lying and whining. *He* put himself in that situation.

"Hey, babe" He heard Cherri's voice. He turned around and saw her, her expression full of concern. "What's going on?"

"N-nothing." He managed to get out.

She gently grabbed his shoulder to comfort him a little. "Babe, what's going on? What did you want to tell me?"

Pentious took a deep breath. It would be best to rip the bandage off it would be less painful. He knew that. He's had a lot of bandages.

"Cherri... What I'm about to tell might completely ruin your perception of me. I feel terrible for keeping it from you like that. I underssssstand if you want break up with me. Just know that I didn't tell you, not because I don't care about you, but because I was afraid to lose you. I know it's not an excuse and you don't have to forgive me..."

"Pen, spill the tea."

"Right, right..." He took a deep breath. "Cherri, I am transsgender."

"Oh, really? Me too."

Pentious didn't hear her and kept going on.

"I'm ssssorry I kept it from you for ssso long. I underssstand if you despissse me. If you don't want to be with a lying monssster like me, then I undersstand."

"Hey, babe!" She waved her hand in front of his face to catch his attention. "Don't worry. Me too."

Pentious was beyond surprised. He was shocked.

"You-you're...?"

"Trans, yeah." That got the snake absolutely speechless. Cherri continued: "I'm trans. And so are you?"

Pentious nodded.

"That's cool. A trans... man?" She wanted to make sure.

"Y-yes. A transgender man. I-i was born female, but..."

"Don't worry. I know how that works. I'm a trans woman."

"So... You were born male... And you're a woman?"

"Yup." Cherri said nonchalantly. "Is that what you wanted to tell me? That got you so nervous?"

The snake nodded. Cherri just chucked.

"Why? Did you think I'd want to break up?"

"Y-yes, actually. I didn't think you'd like to be with... someone like me." Cherri's expression softened. "No, Pen. You're the most adorable, sweet and fun person I ever got to be with. You're smart, dorky, loving, kind and absolutely awesome. I would never even think about breaking up with you over something like that.

"So you don't care that I'm transsgender?" Pentious wanted to make sure.

"Do you care that I am?"

Pentious quickly shook his head. He honestly didn't think about it like that. But the answer was definitely no. He couldn't actually care less. It was just... A thing about her. Something they can bond over.

"Good, 'cause I don't either."

"Thank you, Cherri."

"It's cool. Now..." She said in a flirty tone and leaned closer. Pentious was a bit confused about what she's about to do. The she kissed him. Passionately.

"Wow." Was the only thing he could say after they broke out.

"Oh yeah!" They heard a few voices. The Egg Bois happily interrupted their moment as they were used to. "Get 'er, boss!"

Both of them just chuckled. They knew these little creatures were well-meaning.

"Okay." Cherri finally spoke up. "Let's go. Dinner's probably ready."

"Yeah." The snake's voice was filled with relief. "Let's go."

Also, do you have a title idea for it?

@daddysclownboy as you asked I'm posting this. Hope you liked it

Lemme know what you think

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teaboot · 2 years ago

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛

Are you named after anyone? Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!

When was the last time you cried? Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)

Do you have kids? Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!

What sports do you play/have played? I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun. Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol

What's the first thing you notice about other people? Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?

God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.

Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.

What's your eye colour? Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.

Any special talents? I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.

And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.

As it is, I sleep a lot.

Where were you born? British Columbia, Canada!

What are your hobbies? Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu

Do you have any pets? Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.

How tall are you? 160cm!

Favourite subject at school? Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)

Dream job? Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.

Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.

And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.

And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.

And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.

So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah

Fifteen Mutuals*: @Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous @Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53

*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways

#Ask meme #Ask games #About Tea

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haveihitanerve · 6 months ago

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Avengers: Age of Ultron is my favorite movie, and I am not going to attempt to explain it because I really don't think i can, but here are some of the best quotes from Ultron that I feel the need to share

“Language” “I know, just slipped out” “for gosh sake watch your language” “thats not going anywhere anytime soon”

“Oh look theyre all lining up” “yeah well, theyre excited” fucking obliterates them

“Somebody wanna deal with that bunker?” *destroys it* “thank you.”

“Guys, stop we gotta talk this through.” *shoots all of them* “it was a good talk.” “no it wasn't.”

“Please be a secret door please be a secret door please be a secret-.... Yay!”

“Thor report on the hulk.” “the halls of val halla are filled with the screams of his victims.” *bruce, buries face in hands, steve looks at the roof like lord give me strength, nat looks at thor like what the hell, thor anxiously scrambling to save it and does not succeed*

“Boss?” “Oh no hes the boss, I just design for everything and pay for everything and make everyone look cooler.”

“Hes fast and shes weird.”

“How is he?” “Unfortunately hes still barton.” “Oh how terrible.”

“I don't have a girlfriend.” “that i can’t fix.”

“I've seen her flirting. Up close.” *walks away* *wait a min-*“w-what do you mean up close?”

“No more renovating.” *in the middle of battle* “you know i think ill make the dining room a little space for laura.” Nat: no one eats in a dining room

“That the best you can do?” “you had to ask.”

“The city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow.”

“Steve, he said a bad language word.” “You tell everyone about that?”

“Very very interesting theories. I have a simpler one, you're all not worthy.” *groans, clint sticks tongue out at him*

“Cap doesn't like that kind of talk.” “you know what romanoff..”

“Aw junior. You're gonna break your old mans heart.” “Clearly you've never made an omelet.” “he beat me by one second.”

“Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep.” *hulk: roars* “...sorry.”

*steves face when clint greets his kids*

“We would have called ahead but we were busy having no idea that you existed.”

“Do me a favor. Try not to bring it to life.” *tony: this bitch again? Why are you around every fucking corner you overprotective stalker*

*tony throwing darts* *clint throws a bullseye while hes taking his darts out*

“They're a mess.” “yeah. But they're my mess.”

“Don't take from my pile.”

“Just an old man who cares very much about you” tony being the only one to call fury Nick. (and maria hill but in a different movie so wtv)

“What were you napping?”

“Cap you got incoming.” *cut to steve trying to breathe on a car* “incoming already came in.”

“You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off.”

“Evacuate the city.” *no ones moves* “get off your lazy asses.” *fires gun*

“🎶Ooooooh i'm decrypting nuclear codes and you don't want me to.🎶” (tony drop the full album im waiting)

“You're not a match for him cap.” …. “Thanks barton.”

“Cap can you keep him occupied?” “What do you think i've been doing???”

“Beep beep.”

“Stark is right.” “oooh its definitely the end times.”

*everyone's faces when vision lifts the hammer*

“Iron man the ones hes waiting for.” “thats true, he hates you the most.”

“You cant save them all. You'll never-” *gets yeeted off city* “Ill never what? You didn't finish!!!”

“Keep up old man” *lifts bow* “nobody would know. Nobody. Oh last i saw him and ultron was sitting on him. Yeah he’ll be missed. That little bastard. I miss him already.”

“Fury you son of a bitch.” “Whoo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Its terribly well balanced.” “Well if theres too much weight you lose power on the swing so..”

“Romanoff. You and banner better not be playing hide the zucchini.”

“I was born yesterday.”

Thor: says something serious and meaningful. Steve:...But if you put the hammer in an elevator..” Tony: itd still go up. Steve: elevators not worthy

“Im gonna miss these little chats.” “then don't go.” 😭

“Besides this one” *smacks tony* “theres nothing that cant be explained”

“That man has no regard for lawn maintenance.”

“I will miss you tony.” 😭

“You wanna keep staring at the wall or do you wanna go to work? I mean, it is a nice wall.” “thought you and tony were still gazing into each others eyes.”

Just them having casual conversations mid battle. I love.

Its just that they are able, allowed to be a team, to be friends, we get to see them bond, not hate each other, we get to see serene team moments, we get the original six, its just them having a lot of fluff even with all the angst

#the avengers #avengers #age of ultron #its my favorite mcu movie and i will fight you on it #its like the only movie with easy banter where they got to be themselves #cap and tony got along #they teased each other #were generally bitches #and i just adore #they still fought but like it was quick and good and just yesss #i love them

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farfromstrange · 2 years ago

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Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 13: He Looks Up Grinning Like A Devil

Masterlist ° Chapter List

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: After your date, you and Michael indulge in the need you feel for each other.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, masturbation, stripping (?), oral m and f receiving, choking, multiple orgasms, cock worship (?), slight Dom!Michael, thigh riding, mention of a safeword, face sitting, praise kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), slight cockwarming, PWP, fluff

Word Count: ~4.9k

A/n: Just a friendly reminder that, if you want to be tagged for this series, just let me know :) Also, this is pure smut (and a little fluff at the end), but mostly porn. But they're in love so it's fluffy porn with some dominant Michael elements... But anyway, the next chapter is angst lol

The keys land in the bowl next to the door with a loud thud, and the door falls shut equally as loud. That probably already woke half of your neighbors, but right now, you don’t care.

Michael pushes you into your apartment, gentle yet demanding, and his lips are on yours as soon as you’re out of the public eye and in the comfort of your home.

His arms wrap around your waist. The path to the bedroom blurs, you can only feel his hands on your body. They trail down your back and toward your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. His lips slip lower until they reach your neck, and he greedily licks over the hickey he left a couple of days before. As if it doesn’t satisfy him already, he moves to the other side and suctions his lips over your pulse point.

Your lips part in a needy moan, tangling your fingers in his brown locks. “I’m gonna make love to ya tonight,” he whispers into your ear.

You exhale. “Please,” it sounds almost like a plea.

His lips are back on yours. He’s holding you up with his arms, your feet dangling almost entirely off the floor as you cling to him, not wanting the feeling of being so close to him stop.

He breathes heavily into your mouth, sliding his tongue between your lips. There is not a part of you he leaves untouched. Your tongues battle for dominance, and you whimper when he squeezes your ass again, forcing you back into submission. This kiss is his as much as you are. He’s in full control over you, and it turns you on so much, the air starts getting thinner.

Michael breaks the kiss to allow you both a second to breathe, diving his head back into your neck. He sucks and licks to the point you’re sure you will be purple and bruises tomorrow.

“I have a surprise for you,” you choke out.

“A surprise?” He leans back enough to look at you. His lips are swollen from the attack on yours, and he smirks. “What kind o’ surprise?”

You have piqued his interest and you’ve got him right where you want him. Or so you think. Deep down you know that the control will never be fully yours. Not with him, anyway.

Taking his hand, you drag him with you to the bedroom. No words are needed when you push him down on the bed. He huffs, his arms flailing at his sides, deciding whether or not to pull you into him to resume what he was doing before. He needs to feel your lips and body all over him or he is sure he will pass away. Your touch sustains him.

Instead though, he places his hands on your hips and waits. You’re not sure if your face looks demanding enough for him to get the message, but he doesn’t move. Maybe he’s doing it because he’s curious about what you might have up your sleeve. With flushed cheeks, he looks up at you, his pupils taking up most of his eyes now.

You gently push his hands away, taking a step back. Michael frowns. He reaches out again, which earns him a glare.

“Feisty,” he murmurs.

You smirk, continuing to pull your shirt over your head fully. He watches as the piece of fabric slips from your torso and onto the floor.

The green lace hugs your breasts just right. It has a small bow in the middle, the cups sheer enough to almost seem see-through, and the part that runs underneath your breasts has an added corsage element. He licks his lips. Your nipples are incredibly stiff through the fabric; your skin is heated, so you’re definitely not cold, which means they are stiff from arousal alone – and it is all thanks to him.

Michael looks like he either wants to tear your clothes off with his bare hands like he did the other night, or he wants to lean back and watch as you strip for him. You give him a gentle push, and he decides on the latter. Sliding back, he leans against the headboard and crosses his hands behind his head.

“I like this,” he says.

You’re not in control, he still is.

With any other man, you would never have considered putting on a show with the simple act of undressing, but he is not any other man. He is the one you love, and you feel confident in your own body around him. You know he would never judge you or make you feel bad. He has seen every last crevice, he knows your body inside and out, and he never wastes time to worship you or the ground you walk on. You can be yourself around him, and that is as scary as it is a huge relief. Especially when it comes to something as intimate as your bare skin and every last body part you usually keep hidden from prying eyes.

Your body is a temple to him, and he becomes religious in your arms as he prays to you over and over again.

Your jeans join your shirt on the floor. The panties you’re wearing match the bra; they’re slightly high-waisted and end high on your perfect hips, the ones that seem to have been made for his hands to grab onto. They’re just as sheer as the rest of your underwear, and he can see the outline of where he wants to be right now clearly.

Michael’s eyes travel. He roams over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and your crotch. His cock swells in his pants and it starts to get uncomfortable just how hard he is. Still, he continues to sit there, watching you intently.

You stare back at him, waiting for him to make a move, or maybe you’re waiting for yourself to grow confident enough to take the first step. You did it the first time you slept together, but somehow it feels even more intense now.

You’re not dominant. You can be, but right now, you’re not. You can’t be. Not when he looks at you like that.

He said he would make love to you tonight. You want nothing more than that. Seeing him like that, enjoying the view of you half-naked from his spot on the bed, his cock hard in his pants, makes your pussy grow wetter with each passing second, and you cross your legs. Your core throbs when you think about his cock, his perfectly veins hands that are still crossed behind his hand, perhaps even his perfectly plush lips between your aching thighs as he eats you out like you’re his last meal…

“Are ya just gonna stand there all night?” he asks.

You shrug. “What if I am?”

“Huh.” He undoes his belt. Your eyes widen. “How about ya stay there then?”

“What?” you retort.

“Ya heard me.”

You watch in shock as Michael slips the belt out of the hoops, removing it and tossing it aside. He opens the button and zipper of his jeans next, and he frees his cock from its confines. Your jaw drops. Drool starts building in your mouth almost instantly at the sight of his weeping tip, and when his hand wraps around his shaft, your knees buckle.

You’re dragged toward him like a moth to a flame. His eyes remain on you, but his cheeks flush along with what you can see of his chest as he starts stroking his cock slowly. He spits into his hand to add more lube and a whimper forms in the back of your throat.

You need him. His cock is thick; you love the way the veins look that drag along his shaft, and the tip that is uncut, pink, and dripping with pre-cum, and all of that just from the sight of you. His spit makes his movements flow effortlessly, and he soon starts grunting.

You reach the foot of the bed, ready to climb on it and take his cock into your mouth, but he stops you. “Don’t move,” he says. His tone is demanding. You find yourself following his command, stopping dead in your tracks. “Good girl.”

“Michael,” you whisper.

He continues stroking his cock agonizingly slowly, and the pleasure you get just from watching his face contort and his lips part in a soft moan gets you high enough.

“D’ya like that?” His fist starts pumping faster now. “Watchin’ me jerk off to the sight of ya?”

You feel lightheaded with nothing to hold onto, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his cock.

“Answer me,” Michael growls.

Your eyes snap to his face and you blush. “Y-yes,” you stammer.

“Naughty girl.”

“Please…” You just want to touch him.

“What d’ya want, pet? Tell me.”

“I… I want to…” You whimper when he strokes himself faster, his thumb running over his slit, and he shudders. “Oh, God–” Your nails dig into your thigh. “Can I– I wanna make you come,” you say, and you’re begging now, too. “Please?”

“Ya want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Kneel.”

You sink to your knees in front of the bed. It’s almost humiliating. The mattress creaks when he gets up, walking around the bed toward you. His cock is still hard and standing at full attention. Your eyes widen when he stops right in front of you. He is so close yet so far away. If you only open your mouth and hollow your cheeks…

He brushes a strand of hair out of your face before moving away. He saw what you were trying to do, and now he is punishing you. You’re sure that’s what it is. As you stare at him from a distance, Michael only smirks at you and starts taking his clothes off in your line of sight. Okay, maybe it’s not punishment, but he is teasing you nonetheless, and with how wet you are, it’s cruel.

You clench your thighs for some kind of relief. His body looks divine. There is barely any light in the room, so the moon falls perfectly on him and makes his skin look like an oasis. You get stuck on his perfectly muscular thighs, his cock, his abs and his biceps that tense with every flex. You’re drooling again, but you don’t wipe it away.

Now naked, Michael sits on the foot of the bed right in front of you. He looks down at you. It’s a sight he wish he could take a picture of, and one day he might ask you. It’s a sight that keeps him awake at night, makes his cock hard and wakes him up with cum all over him whenever he ends up dreaming about you in this position. You have no idea how alluring you are, but he intends on making sure you get what you both so desperately need because you deserve it.

He tilts your chin up with his index finger, smiling down at you. Gone is his cheekiness, what remains is pure love and adoration in his eyes, and he thanks you. You’re not sure for what; your brain is hazy and you are too focused on the throbbing between your thighs and the hunger for his cock that you find yourself nodding along to something you didn’t even hear.

“Hey,” – this, you hear – “Look at me,” he says.

You blink and meet his eyes.

“You alright?”

You nod again.

“If at any point somethin’ doesn’t feel right, ya tell me and I’ll stop. D’ya hear me? Ya tell me red or tap my wrist twice, and I’ll stop.” Michael's grip on your chin tightens. “No exceptions. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

You know he would never do that. “Got it,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles, relief etched across his face, and then he finally guides your head toward his cock.

“Go ahead,” he tells you, “take what ya want, pet. It’s yours.”

Fuck. This shouldn’t be as hot as it sounds, but it is, and you take his cock into your mouth like the eager little thing you are.

You lick along the underside of his shaft, twirling your tongue over the head before taking him all the way in. He moans, tangling his hand in your hair.

“Can–” he can barely talk.

You nod, understanding what he wants. With a sigh of relief, he guides your head along his length, not fucking your mouth but also not leaving all the control up to you. You bop your head up and down enthusiastically, enjoying the way he’s manhandling you, and his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Sorry,” he hisses when you gag, but you shake your head as much as you can to tell him that it’s okay.

He’s a lot to get used to. You can taste the salty essence of his pre-cum on your tongue, and it spurs you on. It’s messy and probably not perfect at all, but he’s already a mess, and that tells you that you must be doing something right.

He throbs on your tongue. You start sucking a little harder. That’s exactly what he needs.

“Fuck!” Michael throws his head back. Your hand rests on his abdomen, your nails raking over his skin. It’s too much, especially when you push down on his lower stomach and dig your fingers into his thick thighs. “I’m close,” he warns you.

You hum, letting him force you down a little further. Your throat is so tight, he can’t hold it back anymore. With a shout of your name, he comes, and after the initial surprise at the intensity of his orgasm subsided, you eagerly swallow every last drop he gives you to taste.

Working him through it, you use your hand as you catch your breath. His hand is still tangled in your hair, but he is no longer sitting. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, his back resting flat against the mattress now.

You lay your head on his thigh. “Did I do good?” you ask.

Michael answers with a soft chuckle. “Ya deserve a fuckin’ gold star,” he says.

Your eyes roll back when he starts massaging your scalp, and you sigh contently. For a moment, you both allow your breaths to calm down, being close to each other in silence.

He is the first to break, but the words he says strike you to your core. “I want ya to sit on my face.”

You lift your head from his thigh. The blood rushes to your head. “What?” you want to clarify.

“You,” he says, “on my face. So I can eat ya out.”

He says it so nonchalantly, you’re not sure if this is real or an absurd daydream.

He wants you to sit on his face, you didn’t hear that one wrong. The thought alone both excites and scares you, and you suddenly grow insecure. He’s been between your legs before, and he seems to enjoy himself every single time, but sitting on his face is a lot more intimate. It’s different. You would rest your entire weight on him, your cunt directly pressed against his mouth; it freaks you out a little.

Your heart pounds rapidly against your ribcage.

He is attuned to your every reaction, and his hand comes to rest on your cheek. “Get up,” he tells you.

You do as you’re told, sitting down next to him on the bed. Michael pulls you into his lap without a word, and he connects your lips in a heated kiss.

Even through all the intensity, he still cradles your head almost delicately as his other hand comes to splay across your lower back. He’s getting hard again, you can feel him pressing into your thigh, but your cheeks are still burning from his previous request.

You hope he changed his mind or forgot in the few seconds that passed, but then he starts running his fingers along your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin, and you know he’s trying to get you comfortable and even wetter than you already are. It doesn’t take much.

Your hips start moving against where you’re resting on his thigh, and the friction of his bare skin and your panties against your clit drive you wild. You speed up a little, your lips still attached to his. He guides your movements ever so slightly. You moan.

You were shy about sitting on his face, but now you’re riding his thigh. Something doesn’t seem to add up.

“Come on,” he murmurs, “I know ya want to.”

Your forehead drops to his shoulder. A whimper slips past your lips. The pressure against your slick cunt is bittersweet, you can’t get enough.

Michael pushes your panties aside to get better access, and he slides a finger through your folds. Your body jolts. He circles your clit, chuckling to himself. “So fuckin’ wet,” he says.

“Michael,” you beg.

“I’m gonna make ya feel so good. Just trust me.”

“I’m– I’m too heavy.”

Your cheeks burn, and when he forces your head back to look into your eyes, he seems almost… angry?

“Yer not too heavy, pet. Why the fuck would you think tha’?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, “just don’t want to smother you or anything.”

He cracks up. “Death by pussy sounds like somethin’ I’d love ta have on my gravestone,” he says. “Especially yours. That’d be my biggest achievement and a heavenly way to go to hell.”

You want to punch him, but at the same time, it’s rather endearing. He would die between your thighs, and he makes no secret about it. Maybe he suffocates, but at least your pussy will be the last meal he’s had. It doesn’t sound so bad to him.

“I’ve never done it before,” you admit then.

“That’s okay. You just have to sit and I’ll… I’ll do my job.”

“Your job?”

“Makin’ ya come.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flush an even brighter red.

He gently slaps your ass before laying back down. “Now c’mere,” he says.

You crawl over him. With a sigh, he pulls you further up until your clothed core hovers above his face. He pulls your underwear aside again, not wanting your weight to disappear.

“Sit.”

“I–”

“Love, when I told ya to sit on my face, I meant sittin’, not fuckin’ hovering.”

“I am sitting,” you insist. You’re not. You really are hovering above him, and it would be a stretch for him to even reach your core.

He sighs, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. The way he’s staring at it makes you squeeze your eyes shut.

“If I even have to lift my head to reach your cunt,” he says, “that’s not called sittin’ on my face.”

The red in your cheeks grows brighter. “But–“

“For fuck’s sake!” Michael promptly pulls you down and dives into your cunt. The moan you let out is as lewd as it is guttural, and you throw your head back.

He doesn’t waste time. He parts your folds and circles your clit, teasing you at first, but then he starts sucking on it the way you like it, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as they dig in, and he fucks you with his tongue.

Over and over again, he thrusts into your velvety walls, his nose bumping against your clit. But it isn’t enough. You tangle your hand in his hair. Subconsciously, you search for more, and your hips get a mind of their own. Soon enough, you’re grinding against his mouth as he continues to lick and fill you up with his tongue.

It feels good, almost too good. He knows just what buttons to push. His hands tear your bra off and find your nipples to play with them. With every grind, his nose continues to bump against your clit. You are so wet, you can hear him suck on your pussy lips, filling the room with an obscene squelching sound. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable though; you grow more confident.

“Fuck, Michael,” you moan, and he returns the favor, sending vibrations hurdling across your cunt and straight to the orgasm that is building up a wave in your lower abdomen.

When your legs grow tired, he encourages your movements with his hands, guiding you along his face at the same pace you just kept, and it doesn’t take long for your moans to grow more rapidly, louder and higher.

He drives you closer and closer and closer to the edge, and he licks harder and harder and harder and–

His name is a silent scream on your lips as your thighs lock around his head and you come hard, your entire body quivering. Your clit pulsates. The wetness trickles down his chin, but he still dives in deeper to drink up your juices as if it’s water that sustains him.

The orgasm knocks you off balance. He is the only thing keeping you upright now, but even as the wave crashes in and you slowly start to calm down, there is another wave coming on. Michael is the storm between your legs, and he coaxes you right back to the edge.

You’re twitching at this point, the overstimulation setting your nerves and your world on fire. He sucks even harder, licks even faster, and you feel yourself wanting to pull away yet grinding even harder at the same time. It’s like your mind and body have separated.

Tears spring to your eyes. “Michael, I can’t–” you break off with a sob, which quickly turns into a moan. It’s pain and it is pleasure, and you never thought that mixture could feel so good.

He is compelling you to jump again, the precipice so close, and he is directly behind you with his hands, ready to push you off even if you don’t want to.

You now realize why he put the safeword in place. He doesn’t intend on stopping until you have given all you can and he has drowned in your sweet cunt.

His hands continue touching you sensually while his mouth is cruel. You love him, but you also hate him. He is so good at what he does, you fear you might black out from the tornado he steers up inside you.

“Oh, God!” you cry out when he blows cold air on your clit, smacking your ass in the process, and after a deep breath that undoubtedly gives him a good whiff, he dives back in eagerly. Eager to make you come, eager to please, eager to be in charge, and at the same time used as a fucktoy.

Your head falls back, your eyes doing the same. You hold onto his head and the headboard, but it’s not enough. His hand comes to rest around your throat, keeping you there, and as soon as he squeezes just the slightest bit, lighting strikes your body and you are on fire.

With every thrust of his tongue, he adds more fuel. His fingers squeeze tighter, and your walls get tighter, and then you’re coming again, without warning this time, all over his already wettened face.

He groans happily. He soaks up every last sound, quiver, and hitch of our breath. Your pulse jumps under his fingers, your heart pounding, and your muscles contract.

Michael did that. He turned you into a mess, unable to think, breathe or speak. All you can do is chant his name like a prayer when you come undone, and he soaks it all up like your cum.

This time, he stops when you push his head away. His eyelids flutter and he looks up at you, and he reminds you of a seductive devil just then. You could come again just from the blissed-out sight of him.

You’re too weak to utter your emotions, so you simply climb off and drop onto the mattress. He rolls over. “How’re ya feelin’?” he asks softly.

He climbs between your thighs – the ones that are now covered in red between them from where his beard scratched your skin. His cock is painfully hard, but your well-being remains his priority.

He strokes through your sweaty hair and over your sweaty forehead. You lean into his touch, your head void of any thoughts other than the swirling butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Your thighs burn, but you love that it’s him that put the pain there. You don’t mind his beard, even if it scratches at your skin wherever he kisses you.

He traces every contour of your face and collarbone until you have returned to your body. Only then does he lean down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his tongue, and his cum mingles with yours as your lips meet.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

You are, it isn’t a lie, you are just overwhelmed by what he made you feel. You still haven’t fully realized or processed it.

He nods, clearly satisfied, and continues kissing you. You stay like that for an even longer while, your lips brushing and mingling, and your heartbeats become one. Your bodies become one.

You’re not sure when he slips inside of you, but you invite him in with your legs spread before you wrap them around his waist. You gasp softly, your walls hugging his cock just right.

He grunts as well, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He doesn’t move for an agonizing while, but you still enjoy the feeling of being wrapped up with him, feeling him in all possible ways.

You touch the back of his head, closing your eyes. You’re content like this. And even when he starts slowly thrusting, he stays there, and you hold him. He doesn’t move too much, only back and forth, not even pulling out entirely before pushing back in. His thrusts are deep, and he buries his cock to the hilt every single time. He brushes your G-spot, then sinks back in. He doesn’t pull out further than that. He doesn’t go fast or hard, he just stays deep, and you remember what he said about making love to you.

You’re not fucking or having sex, this is intimacy in its rawest form, and you get to enjoy it with him.

Your nails dig into his beautiful ass, guiding his movements. He’s right where you need him, he knows that. Your little whimpers and soft moans of his name are enough to tell him he’s doing it just right.

Eventually, he lifts himself on his forearm, intertwining your fingers. He pulls out a little further, but the pace doesn’t change. With the moonlight stroking his delicate features, he looks like an angel on top of you. He makes you feel like you’re in heaven, and he gives you a sweet taste of paradise with every kiss pressed to your skin. He moves from your lips to your cheek to your throat, and he continues the same path several times before staring deep into your eyes again.

Your foreheads rest against each other. He picks up the pace a little, but only just a little because he knows you’re both close. It’s not an intense or forced orgasm, it’s you two losing yourselves in each other and finding simple pleasure in the little things. But you’re closer than ever like this.

Michael catches your clit between his fingers, angling his thrusts a little further up. You see stars, his cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly, but gently enough not to overstimulate you further. You enjoy it, you love it, and you moan in response.

He grunts. “I love ya,” he breathes. “So fuckin’ much. You have no idea.”

“Fuck,” you cling to him as you moan again. “I love you too. Ah!”

It unleashes something in him. Hearing the words from you in that tone makes him desperate, and he rubs your clit faster as his cock drives into you just as fast, and then even harder. It’s still not him fucking you though. He’s being gentle while also being a little rougher with his pace, but gentle nonetheless. He is determined to get you there first, just right before he can burst at the seams.

You make it so incredibly hard not to come too soon.

Michael pulls out all the cards he knows he can play to make you come before him. It’s like his voice is an invisible controller and has a direct connection to your cunt because when he starts purring into your ear, you clench tightly around him, and your moans grow more frequent as he thrusts.

“So good fer me,” he says. “Such a perfect little cunt. Yer fuckin’ perfect. Fuckin’ gorgeous, pet, huh? And all mine. That’s what you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you cry, gradually losing more oxygen.

“Tell me. Who do ya belong to?”

“You, Michael!”

It will always be him, you think. He owns you in all aspects he can own you, and you would scream it at the top of your lungs if you weren’t so high right now.

He comes impossibly closer. “Let go,” he says. “Let go for me and come.”

You clench around him, your orgasm feeling more like a gentle breeze compared to before, but it runs deep, and it connects you, melting your skin and blood into his.

He spurts his cum deep inside of you, and he does so at almost the same time you cross the finish line. His grunts turn into a loud moan, his body stiffening in your arms, and then he slacks.

Even totally spent, he doesn’t waste a moment to tell you, “Good girl,” but then silence settles back in between you as you bask in the afterglow.

You lazily stroke your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands under your fingertips. He shivers – it’s the first time you’ve felt him do so – and you manage to grab the blanket before throwing it over you.

You know you should get up, but with him inside and on top of you, everything else seems to fade away, time stops and you can just be together without responsibilities.

His breath fans hotly against your shoulder. “I love you,” he repeats the words from before, muffled through your skin, and injects them right into your bloodstream.

Michael's breath against your shoulder somehow has the magical ability to soothe you. The orgasms took it out of you and you're spent, but you don't want to close your eyes and rest when you can just hold him close like this and forget the world together.

At night, tranquility becomes a comforting blanket, which makes it easier to be alive at night than during the day, but it's even more so with Michael in your arms. You intertwine your fingers with his again, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, then to the top of his head, and rest your own against him.

“I know I said I had to spend more time at home and learn to be with myself,” he says, “but… can I stay? Just for t’night?”

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach out to caress his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. “Of course, you can always stay,” you say. “Anytime you want, you can stay.”

He sighs. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You press another kiss to his scalp.

The warmth of his body is comforting, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. It’s your common sense that snaps you awake again before his snores can reach your ear. He is still buried deep inside of you with his cum trickling out of you and sticking to your skin, and you need to get it off.

“Okay, but I really have to go to the toilet now, or else I’ll get a UTI and then what we just did won’t be possible for a while.”

Michael grumbles, “Alright.” He rolls off of you, keeping the blanket wrapped around him to stay warm with the sweat sticking to his skin.

You force yourself to sit up, even with your muscles aching. The soreness is pleasant because of the reason behind it, but you want nothing more than to stay by his side for a while longer and bask in it until you have fallen asleep.

But you really don’t want a UTI.

“Don't worry, darling. I won't be long,” you assure him, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before making your way to the bathroom.

On your way there, you toss him a towel and encourage him to get at least the cum off of his thighs, and he begrudgingly does so.

By the time you have cleaned yourself up and returned to the bedroom, his eyes are closed. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He tried to stay awake, but failed miserably. That’s what it looks like when you view the position he fell asleep in. He’s half-sitting, half-lying, but it looks adorable.

You admire the way he sleeps; it's nothing special, not at all, yet he looks so beautiful. His forehead is void of the wrinkles of worry he often carries, and he looks entirely peaceful for once.

His vulnerability in sleep only makes you love him more. With careful steps, you make your way back into bed next to him, finding your place exactly where he planned you to be.

Sliding under the covers, you curl up beside him, pressing yourself closer. Even deep in slumber, his subconscious compels him to wrap his arm around you. He sighs, nuzzling into you as you do the same with him.

His heartbeat and breathing are steady under your head, and you can already feel it dragging you down into the void of sleep with him.

You reach out to trace your fingers lightly over the contours of his face and through his messy hair. He should have cleaned up too, but he was way too tired, and you don't mind that he's a little sweaty.

“I love you,” you whisper, knowing that he can't hear you. You press a tender kiss against his collarbone. “Sweet dreams.”

As sleep begins to pull at your own tired eyes, your breathing synchronizes with his, and there is no place you would rather be right now than right here in his arms.

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