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[yujitheyapper]

hey! i'm yuji itadori, a student of jujutsu high! i figured, well, yaknow.. no one really knows we're out here. it won't hurt to share our stories online!

i go by he/him, thanks! and im a minor :P don't be freaky, guys, just be freaks.

this'll just be little snippets of my life. i hope i can look back one day and look through all the memories—you picking up what i'm putting down?

i don't really know where i'm going. i just hope it's an adventure! here's to fun times ahead 🫶

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gwahhggh hi!! this IS very much a roleplay blog—and yes, yes i am enjoying it, thanks. i won't put any of the usual stuff like my name or pronouns, since yaknow, rp blog, but it's nice to meet whoever's reading!

this is canon adjacent. i might post some stuff you'd have seen in the anime or manga—a pic of a battle, or a post about some odd line. but honestly, i'm not really following a timeline. my bad! :3 gojo + nanami are very alive!! i'm still deciding on what i want to do with haibara/geto/sukuna, but i'm in this for the long haul, ladies and gents! i'll figure it out eventually.

ooc stuff will be tagged with just #ooc, while in character stuff will be under #yuji yaps! here's hoping i remember to keep up with that, lol.

hope you guys enjoy!! can't wait to see how this goes :]

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 5.1k

Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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"Excuse m-me, sir."

Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.

You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.

"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.

Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.

What the hell is this?

"Uh-"

"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.

Jungkook swallows thickly.

On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.

He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.

But you aren't outright telling him that you know...

What the hell does he do now?

You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."

He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.

"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.

You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.

Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.

He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.

You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.

"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.

Damn, she's nosy.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.

"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.

After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.

The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.

"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"

Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.

He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.

Shit, she's fast.

Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.

 "What?" He snaps.

You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.

"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.

Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."

"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."

Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.

You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."

 I know.

"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.

"What's y-your name?"

Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?

"Jungkook."

...

...

...Fuck.

Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?

He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up. 

You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think. 

"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.

You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind. Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home. _______________

Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.

There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.

He's never been caught.

Not once. 

He's never even been close to getting caught. 

In and out, one and done.

That's how it's always been for him.

Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.

"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.

Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.

"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.

It's impossible.

He can't quit.

He just needs to get it over with tonight.

No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking. It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.

Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.

He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate. When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall. _______________

When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip. 

Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt. When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina. 

You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^

Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play. 

After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you. 

Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO

You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately. 

"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.

"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.

"Is he cute? Is he single?"

"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that." 

You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity. 

"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear. 

She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"

"Yup!"

"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?" 

You nod, then remember she can't see you. 

"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"

Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"

"Jungkook."

"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?" 

You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute." 

"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head. 

"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin. 

You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."

You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon. 

You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched. 

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg. 

You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow. 

You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you. 

Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs. _______________

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul. 

He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head. 

A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid. 

Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it. 

He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home. 

He's going to finish this. 

Tonight. 

When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure. 

He slides the last bullet back in, then-

"Jungkook?"

The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment. 

Gosh fucking damn it all to hell. 

You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him. 

You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash. 

"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.

You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"

Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."  

You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?" 

Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk." 

"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best." 

"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea. 

"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags. You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him. 

The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.

"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger. 

"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"

He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley. 

"Miss ___! Is that you?"

Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now. 

You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"

Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."

You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!" 

Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"

He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse. 

"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."

Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good. 

Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you. 

Great, just great. 

"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh. 

Jungkook forces a smile onto his face. 

He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely. 

"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away. 

But he remains stoic. 

You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"

"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away. 

"Of course." He mumbles. 

This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted. 

"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___." 

"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile. 

Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time. 

"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street. 

The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more. 

When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath. 

"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh. 

Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging. 

You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."

Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.  

When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles. 

"W-Wait!"

He turns back to you, biting back another sigh. 

"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips. 

"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner. 

You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day. 

It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him. 

You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger. _______________

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly. 

He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed. 

Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness. 

"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly. 

His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by. 

Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.

 The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world. 

Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex. 

A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.

He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.

When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door. _______________

Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear. 

It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you. 

You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you. 

"Good morning, ____." 

"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet. 

Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly. 

Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work." 

"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later." 

He waves as you turn and hurry into the school. 

Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it. _______________

"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home. 

A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. 

The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door. 

The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there. 

You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses. 

You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away. 

Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook. 

You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.

Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it. 

"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in. 

You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"

He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"

"Um..."

What did he say last week...?

Oh...

"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."

"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps. 

You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"

Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off. 

"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."

The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me." 

You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it. 

When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before. 

The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina. 

You blink a few times, then you start making your way home. 

"Going home so soon?" 

You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly. 

He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."

You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"

Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious. 

"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."

At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine." 

"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to. 

"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong. 

"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?" 

Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"

You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."

Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."

The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food. 

Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line. 

She acts like a kid. 

He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway. 

You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink. 

"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."

"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.

You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag. 

"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly. 

Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"

"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little. 

"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food. 

You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first. 

"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly. 

You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year." 

Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"

You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"

"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite. 

"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely. 

Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff." 

You smile, "That's a g-good job."

He nods, finishing off his last bite. 

"It pays the bills."

Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is. 

No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.

Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.

This is gonna be easier than I thought. 

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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one

[sugar-petals]

Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

♡  words. 4k

+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking. 

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him. 

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things. 

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other. 

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch. 

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it 

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone 

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today 

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms 

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade 

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme 

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up. 

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time. 

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do 

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!” 

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here. 

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth. 

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged 

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise. 

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list 

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing 

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends 

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan). 

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely. 

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself. 

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note? 

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you 

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever 

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol 

actually 

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going. 

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors. 

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist 

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all. 

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact. 

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?” 

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you. 

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier. 

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well. 

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it. 

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something. 

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on. 

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out. 

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then. 

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you. 

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them. 

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display. 

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know. 

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking. 

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising. 

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist. 

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right. 

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay). 

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously. 

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically. 

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town. 

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day. 

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually. 

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway. 

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future. 

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it. 

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

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[goldentsum]

— delivery boy

PAIRING: shinsou x reader

GENRE: fluff, awkward scenes

WORDCOUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY: a sleep-deprived college student just trying to get by the hellhole he’s in by getting a job as a delivery boy. shinsou hates what he does but if he can get a certain cutie, it might lessen his hatred for his job. 

TAGS: college au, just fluff with soft and awkward shinsou, sleep-deprived! shinsou as always, cursing, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: quarantine made me do it. sighhh, can’t i have a cute delivery boy everytime i order shit? also, shinsou is me pls. D:<

shinsou hates his job. he doesn’t like it one bit. the way some orders are too long that he was using his big brain juice all the time or when someone cancels their order when he already bought the fucking food, he absolutely hates it. his faith in humanity is decreasing at a rapid speed with his job, not like it exists to begin with anyway.

the purple-haired male is proud of his 4.0 gpa despite him slowly losing his sanity as he lose sleep over it but there was this asshole of a teacher in literature 3 was making it difficult to maintain it just because the old geezer has his head stuck in his ass and he won’t even give them the ppt slides, that asshole. 

shinsou rubbed his tired eyes while his one hand typed on his computer, listening to the asshole professor in front. the male craned his neck and massaged his neck then took a quick sip of coffee, closing his eyes as he did so. when he opened his eyes the slide in front was already different, making him put down his drink in surprise and tried to copy the notes in a hurry, cursing quietly when he noticed that the last sentence in his notes was cut off.

he fussed over his notes because it was the only thing that’s keeping him from failing the class. the professor was an asshole and liked to pick on his students and shinsou absolutely hates him. he swears when he graduates, he’ll curse the professor off and flip him off as he walks away from this hellhole. 

when the class finished, shinsou looked at his notes in horror. it was cut off in a lot of places and so incoherent that when he tried to read it, he thought he gave himself an aneurysm because of it. 

his tired eyes stared blankly at his screen while his internal monologue went on about how he’ll just find a sugar mommy and live his best life while the other students went out the room. his thoughts were then cut off when he heard an oh so familiar voice echoing out to him like a siren in the sea. 

purple eyes turned to the side and saw you with your friends who were waiting outside the classroom door as you walked away from his sight. shinsou’s not gonna admit it but he finds you really pretty. you’re just so soft and small compared to him. your sweet smile was always present every morning unlike his dead eyes and resting bitch face. annoyingly, you always distract him from the lessons which freaks him out. 

no one has ever fazed him but then you came along with your annoyingly pretty face and aesthetic outfits. always sitting beside him, you smelled really sweet too as creepy as that sounds, and you always greet him with such softness that it made him wanna vomit rainbows and sparkles. no one has ever caught his attention so how the hell can you distract him without even doing anything? 

also, why do you write your notes in a notebook and still make it look really good and clean? every time he looks over to your side, he sees your notes and his eyes bulge out when your pretty handwriting, the cute and small illustrations, and pretty colors of your notes fill his sight. 

that’s also one of the things shinsou liked admired about you. you’re probably the only person in your whole batch who writes their notes on a notebook, not that it’s a bad thing but how can your notes still be so pretty and organized even with professor asshole’s hellish pace of changing the slides? 

shinsou sighed and ran a hand through his messy tresses then fixed his things up to get away from the hellhole and come home to his lovely bed. It must've been at least 24 hours since he last slept because he was up all night the other day to fix and perfect every assignment in the devil’s class. 

when he finally got to his dorm, a huge sigh of relief left him as the tall male practically collapsed on his bed. his fatigue overcame him in an instant as his eyes closed in instinct, finally sleeping after stressing so much and intaking coffee, lots of coffee. thank god that it was friday and he didn’t have to wake up early because he finally passed his requirements to every class for the semester.

it was already the next afternoon when shinsou woke up, his body ached but at least he wasn’t running on caffeine to keep him from falling over and dying on the spot. 

loud clanking was heard from his kitchen as he perked up in confusion for a moment then groaned in dread when he realized who it was. shinsou let his head hit the pillow once again, staring at his ceiling and he felt a headache coming in already.

fucking kaminari is in his dorm again. he didn’t get the blond’s actions but the latter always told him that he was “making sure he wasn’t dead yet” but shinsou knows that kaminari only wants free food but he appreciates the effort, he guesses but can’t kaminari check if he wasn’t dead a little quieter? 

he sighed in annoyance and grabbed his phone, going out after stretching and feeling his bone pop satisfyingly. shinsou was greeted with the sight of kaminari fighting with the sizzling oil on the pan in his kitchen. 

“what the fuck are you doing?” shinsou’s bored voice reached the blond male who looked at him and smiled, “morning dude. i noticed you had bacon so i’m gonna cook it.” 

shinsou was about to reply but the sharp yelp kaminari let out cut him off and he watched the shorter male curse at the pan, rubbing the spot where the hot oil hit him. 

he scoffed at the scene and shook his head as he sat on the couch and opened the tv. he was scrolling idly through the channels and when he didn’t find anything entertaining, he stopped on the news. 

opening his phone to check his social media feed as he let the tv and kaminari’s curses and screams become background noises. shinsou just wants to see what type of shit people are in these days and it wasn’t because he’s gonna stalk your account. definitely not that. 

shinsou scrolled through your pictures on ig, admiring the aesthetic ones combined with chaotic energy in your profile. he smiled a bit when he noticed you unarchived an old pic in your ig. you had shorter hair in the picture and wore some funky shades. 

“ohh~ who’s that? she’s cute” kaminari popped out behind him, looking at shinsou’s phone over his shoulders. shinsou jumped at his friend’s presence, letting go off his phone accidentally as he tried to grab it to not let it smack against the hard floor. 

when shinsou saved his phone, he whipped his head and glared at kaminari, “what the fuck, denki!” 

“geez, sorry man” the latter nervously chuckled and walked back to the kitchen with fear coursing in his body when the taller male’s glare didn’t falter. shinsou rolled his eyes at him and looked at his phone. his usual dead eyes widened whilst horror filled his system. 

on his phone, it showed your old picture from a year ago and on the bottom left, the heart was filled. shinsou quickly unliked the picture and threw the phone beside him on the couch as if it burned him. 

“what the fuck what the fuck no no no no--” he mumbled in distress, his heart beating a mile per second. he paled when he imagined seeing you again in class on monday. 

“i’m gonna puke,” shinsou muttered and held his head, eyes wavering in fear. kaminari poked his head from the kitchen and saw his distressed figure. 

“um? shinsou? are you okay, dude?” 

when he heard kaminari’s voice, his head whipped to him in a snap. shinsou smiled at him as a shiver ran down kaminari’s spine. “do i look okay, denki?” 

a loud scream echoed in shinsou’s dorm and that was the last time anyone has ever seen kaminari denki. rip. 

shinsou was stressing the fuck out, he even felt tears prick his eyes with how stressed out he is. nothing could compare to the stress he’s feeling right now well maybe his first finals was also this stressful but that’s not the point. kaminari tried to cheer him up with some bacon and eggs but the male was so snappy though he ate the food after denki left. 

after sulking in his dorm, he shook it off and tried to take his mind off it. he showered, worked out a bit in his room, and made some shake but the embarrassment was always looming in the back of his mind. you might think he’s a creep or something. you two barely talked to each other with only good mornings and pleasantries exchanged for the whole semester so what the hell is he gonna do?! 

before he knew it, he was accepting some orders in his phone to let out some steam and keep him busy. for the first 2 orders everything was fine but he suddenly got tired and the shame he left at his apartment was still in his system. so he accepted the last order for today before going back to his dorm to do his last resort of screaming into the void. he then went to the boba shop to get the orders. 

getting the order, he went straight to a nearby dorm in his campus that’s being shown in his phone to get the money and yeet himself out afterwards. shinsou rubbed his neck, mentally and physically tired after going around and delivering people their food and from getting a harsh life-changing embarrassment happen to him. he’s never gonna stalk you or anyone for that matter again and if he ever sees you again, he’s gonna jump through the nearest fucking window, he doesn’t even care anymore. 

as he rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door and get the heavy milk teas off his hand, he was already thinking of going to another school and just live a whole new second life. dramatic as that sounds but it was tempting at this point.

but life was not having it. life wants to see him suffer thoroughly. before he thought he just had some bad luck but now, he knows that life was fucking him over and laughing at his misery. 

the door opened and in came to view the last person he wants to see right now, you, and it’s not fair, why are you answering the door with an oversized shirt and some shorts with messy hair, looking like a goddamn cutie! you want to kill him, don’t you? 

your (e/c) eyes gleam with familiarity when you see the awkward tall male from your class and saw the precious boba in one of his hands.

“shinsou, right? i didn’t know you did delivery?” you smiled at him making the purple-headed male scream internally. he cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded, “y-yeah, the pay isn’t that much but it helps...” he replied so painfully awkward that if anyone sees you two, they’ll cringe. it was that bad.

but being the angel that you are, you giggled and nodded as if you weren’t affected by his awkwardness. he’s thankful for that. 

“wait a second, okay? i’ll get the payment” you chimed and he nodded as you run inside the dorm. shinsou’s mind was running a mile per second, did you not receive the notification of his shameful actions? or were you being an angel and sparing him the embarrassment? 

he wants to hibernate and never leave him bed after this. shinsou snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you jogging towards him with the same beautiful smile you wear everyday and he unconsciously straightened up. 

“here you go! thank you, shinsou!” you giggled and got the milk teas of his hands while you gave the money to him. 

“thank you, (y/n)... um, are you gonna drink all of that?” he asked, cursing his mouth when he just blurted it out. your eyebrows quirk playfully and chuckled, shaking your head no. 

“no, silly. my friends are inside” shinsou nodded stiffly and looked around making you two just stand in silence. a painfully awkward silence. shinsou saw you were about to say something but a loud voice from inside the room called out.

“(y/n), where the fuck are you?! the boba! ..shit-! i saw that, you cheater!” you looked back and rolled your eyes then looked back at him. you waved your hand at him with a smile, “well bye, shinsou. thanks again” and closed the door. 

shinsou exhaled a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, looking at the closed door. he then walked away though his eyes were going to the door again and again until he couldn’t see it anymore. he looked at his hand and saw a piece of paper inside the bundle of money. 

with furrowed brows, he opened the folded paper and he was floored! 

hi shinsou! call me sometime! :)

xxx-xxxxxxx

-(y/n) 

okay, maybe being a delivery boy isn’t so bad after all. he got your number didn’t he? talk about lucky! 

extra crack ending: when you and shinsou are finally dating

(y/n): so... are we really not gonna talk about the post that you liked in my ig?

shinsou: you knew?! 

(y/n): duh bitch.

[writingtoforgetreality]

Forensic Scientist Sisters (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Request: Hey!! I saw your recent post and was wondering if you could write a Lucifer x reader where the reader has a major crush on Lucifer and is really trying to impress him but Ella decides to help her out and be her wingwoman? The reader thinks that Lucifer is into Chloe at first but Lucifer is flattered and thinks she’s adorable and the ending is really fluffy? Sorry this seems like so much lol but thank you!😊 (by @xo-endlessmayhem-xo), [Lucifer-Masterlist]

Summary: Ella and you were the forensic scientists of the L.A.P.D. One person in the precinct made your work rather hard. Lucifer Morningstar. You wish you had not caught a crush but you could not help yourself. Besides, you knew he only had eyes for Chloe. At least that was what you thought.

Words: 1,486

Warnings: language, NO spoilers for Season 5 (you´re welcome), fluff, it´s very cute I promise (might write a second part to it if you want me to), Ella appreciation because she deserves it :), (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were one of the L.A.P.D´s forensic scientists. The department had decided to hire a second professional since Ella needed help with her work. How you managed to get this job? You were not quite sure. One second you were still in college and the next you were working with this talented team. At first you were incredibly shy but the more time you spent there the more you warmed up.

There was one person you could not grow used to, though. This someone being Lucifer Morningstar, consultant of the homicide detective Chloe Decker. The first moment you had laid your (Y/E/C) eyes on him you knew you were fucked. It was not like you actually worked alongside him, that was Chloe´s job unfortunately, but you always met at crime scenes and recently more often at the precinct, too. Whenever the two of you were left alone, you could feel his piercing eyes on you, this smirk of his, and you were blushing like crazy. Your stupid crush should not distract you from your work but he was giving you a hard time with that.

“(Y/N)! New corpse not too far away from here. You coming?” only Ella could sound this excited over a dead person. Her enthusiasm made you chuckle.

“On my way.” grabbing your equipment, you made your way over to where she was waiting for you.

“Let´s go!” her smile looked like one of a child in a play factory.

Of course this job was handled by Lucifer and Chloe. Sometimes, especially on days like these, you wished for Dan because he never intimidated you like Luci did. Luci. You heard this nickname once when his brother visited him at work and ever since then you had been calling him so, too.

“Miss Lopez! (Y/N)!” maybe you were imagining it but you could swear his smile was a little bit wider when he looked at you and said your name. Stupid, you were stupid. Why were you getting your hopes up? It was obvious to everyone that he was in love with Chloe. How could he not? She was literally the most beautiful human being you had ever seen.

Ella and you examined the corpse, taking pictures of the scene and so on. Everything a forensic scientist was supposed to do. Yet the woman next to you noticed you were not really here.

“(Y/N)? Everything alright?” her voice snapped you out of stance. It was then when you realized that you had been staring at Lucifer and Chloe. How he smiled so lovingly at her. How his admiration for the woman next to him could be felt all across the crime scene.

“Um, yeah, sorry. I was just...thinking. Where were we?” clearing your throat, you acted as if nothing just happened. Ella, though, could see your staring. Actually, that was not the first time she had caught you eyeing the tall, handsome man up and down. Despite her efforts of leaving the two of you alone, making sure you ended up working together more, you never made the first step. Yes, he flirted with you but you thought it was his personality. He did that with everyone, right? Ella knew better though. She had known Lucifer for a long time now and she had never seen him this nervous around a person. He simply tried to hide this with his flirting and he succeeded.

“When will you admit it, huh?” when you turned to Ella you could see her arms being crossed in front of her chest. Your eyebrows quirked in confusion.

“Admit what?” you took another picture, trying to focus on the scene in front of you.

“Seriously? You´ve been eye fucking Lucifer ever since you stepped into the precinct. Do something about it, it´s getting tiring.” she stated matter of factly. That made you look towards her, shock written all over your face. Were you really that obvious? A hand came up to scratch at the back of your neck. You made sure nobody could here you. Stepping closer to Ella, you still wanted to stay as quiet as possible, just in case.

“And do what exactly? Huh, Ella? I´m not getting between two people, forget it!”

“Between two people? What are you talking about?”

“Duh, him and Chloe of course. Everyone knows they are pretty much in love with each other.”

“And everyone being you, only you.”

“What?” by now you did not understand anything anymore.

“Oh my God, (Y/N)...Lucifer has literally been trying to ask you out for THE longest time. I know what you´re talking about. He flirts with everyone, really. BUT he´s never nervous while doing so. Never except for when he´s talking to you.” Ella looked so done with you. How could you be so oblivious? She knew she had to help you guys. Otherwise she would go insane if she had to watch the two of you for much longer.

“Ella...Look, you know I have a crush on him, okay I got it. But please don´t just assume he likes me, too.” your eyes dropped to the floor.

“I have a plan.” Ella mumbled more to herself but your eyes met hers as you had heard her. What was she up to?

Chloe walked over to where you were standing, Lucifer following closely behind.

“You guys finished?” the detective asked looking between Ella and you.

“I think we got everything, yeah. We can head back.” going through the pictures you took yet again, you made sure that you really captured everything.

“Good job, (Y/N)!” Lucifer praised you. This made you focus your gaze down, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Okay, Ella, let´s go.” you looked at her, motioning to your car that was parked a few feet away from you.

“Um, actually. I promised Chloe we would go to this shop that recently opened downtown. I´m going with her.” Ella glared at Chloe, hoping she would pick up on the lie she was currently forming.

“What shop?” the confusion subsided after Chloe saw Ella´s stern look. “O-ohh. Ahhh, THAT shop, of course, Ella. Let´s go, I can´t wait to finally visit it. See you guys.” the detective grabbed Ella by one of her arms and dragged her towards her car.

“Um? DETECTIVE? How am I supposed to go back to the department? Dete-” but before he could even finish, the car doors slammed and Chloe sped away with Ella in the passenger´s side, smiling successfully. Picking up on what Ella was trying to do you let your previous conversation replay in your head. Maybe she was right. But if she was not...she would be dead by the end of the day.

“Well, I´m heading back anyway...You could come with me if you wanna?” your heart skipped a beat but you were proud of yourself for delivering this without stuttering or anything. Lucifer´s smile grew at your offer.

“With pleasure, (Y/N).” the way your name sounded out of his mouth was so heavenly, so soft. Something you knew you wanted to hear all the time.

You both got seated in and as you were about to start the engine, you heard Lucifer speak up.

“That´s a lovely car. How come I´ve never been in here?”

“Why, thank you, Luci. I usually take Ella everywhere, that´s probably why.” this time you found yourself smiling from ear to ear. You enjoyed being in his presence. Yes, he could be a sarcastic piece of shit but so could you.

“Do you want to head back right away?” his look made you melt but you were not quite sure what his intention was. You went with it anyway.

“What are you suggesting?” you asked, hoping his next words were what you always wanted to hear.

“I know a nice restaurant in the city. Let me play navigation device.”

“Are you asking me on a date after investigating a crime scene?” you giggled at his plan.

“Um, yeah..I am.” Lucifer grew nervous and this was the first time you could actually tell he was. Ella was right, then. You had this effect on him.

“I´d love to, Luci.” you answered fast in order to not make him uncomfortable.

“Off we go then.” his smirk was already plastered on his face again. Of course, Devil things.

“First off all you need to start the engine, I´m afraid.” and there he was again, the teasing Lucifer everyone knew and loved.

“Really? Shit, haven´t thought about that at all.” your sarcastic tone made him laugh. You started your car and looked over at him. “Where to?”

“Turn right.” was the only thing he said. You could not believe that he asked you on a date. YOU. All this time you thought you were just a good friend. All this time you thought he had his eyes on Chloe. Oh, how wrong you were. This felt like the beginning of something magical. This felt right.

~to be continued~

Published (08/27/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @lestersglitterglue

[junmyeonning]

Touch me — 1

Type: Series

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho) X Unnamed OFC

Rated: M (no smut yet)

Summary: He's the manager at the library. Smart, polite, and most obviously, incredibly sexy. She doesn't want the opportunity to pass so she teases the hell out of him. Until he breaks...

Previous: part 0.5

Warnings: a bit of an age gap (30 and early 20s)

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: @fightoh @suhotly @ctc95 @suhowifeuu @smolpeyy @lavellanfriendliness @eggsoyehet @ohsehunxv

—

Monday comes around.  Her classes were cut short for the day, so she and her friend decide to grab a bite and hang out.

"So how is it so far? I've heard that professor is no joke."

"Oh god don't get me started," she thinks back on all the crap that's been dumped onto her ever since starting the semester. "It's only week two and it's been hell... I don't know how I'm gonna pass this subject."

"Well unfortunately you know how it is.  And if I'm being honest, his tests are even harder." Her friend Jenna grimaces.

"Ugh you're kidding me..." she sighs in defeat, regretting how she didn't take up this general subject earlier and got it over with.  But now she has no choice. 

"-go back over notes after each class or you'll totally be screwed." She listens to the last part after unintentionally blocking out Jenna's voice, her eyes widening at that last statement.

"But I don't wannaa... not my style." She whines, taking a small bite from her sandwich. Jenna raises her brows at her friend's childish manners.

"...'Style'..."

"Fine okay, whatever I guess. Let's talk about something else." She shrugs it off, changing the topic for now. It stays at the back of her mind though, wondering in what ways can she make this situation a bit more tolerable. She has other classes after all, a shit ton of assignments, and it can be depressing to her if she forces herself and she knows it... that's just the way she is. Maybe a change of scenery while studying?

She thinks back on different places she's been recently, places with a calming atmosphere, possibly quiet...

All of a sudden she's reminded of the library and that one encounter with its attractive manager.  It has almost slipped her mind, but now looking back at it she feels more eager to revise today's lecture.

She makes up her mind to stop by the place before heading home.

—

She enters it once again, getting butterflies in her stomach when recalling what happened the last time she was here.

Technically nothing really happened... but she saw this insanely cute guy.  And he smiled.  And waved.  That's something right? To her longer than admitted relationship-less life, it is actually considered something.

She doesn't see him at first glance, so she tells herself to stop acting like a teenager.  Later, time to study now.  She promises herself.

She takes a seat at the same place as her previous visit, settling down and pulling out her book and notes in front of her. She can't stop herself as she raises her head a little to look, and it's not too hard to find him this time while he's standing by the shelves talking to a customer.

Their eyes meet by chance, and he flashes her that gorgeous smile yet again. She notices how extra warm he's looking today, wearing a sweater this time with some shirt under it. And of course, those damn glasses.

She smiles back 'casually', an exact opposite from what she feels on the inside. Why is her heart jumping like this? She blames his cute looks and that attractive gentleman aura of his.

She forcefully peels her eyes away from him, telling herself to seriously calm the fuck down. 

Five minutes go by, nothing changes. Then ten minutes. Then fifteen. She's re-reading the same lines yet to no avail, her mind refusing to absorb any kind of information for the time being.

She feels frustrated when she looks up again, this time not finding him anywhere in sight. She looks right and left, wondering where he had disappeared when suddenly someone from behind her speaks.

"Looking for something ?" She almost jumps when she hears his voice.  He comes into view and grins at her reaction.

"Huh? No nothing, I'm studying." She laughs it off, pointing at her displayed papers.

"Ah okay then. Good luck!" He gives her a cute little thumbs up in encouragement then turns to leave.  She feels disappointed, knowing this could've went on for a little longer, but no unfortunately it's time to focus back again on her school work.

Fifteen more minutes pass by, and she starts to feel irritated with her lack of accomplishment. She's basically wasting her time doing nothing, and the library itself is so boring and empty, so she decides to just leave. She can't stay here when her mind is this occupied, it might've been a not so good idea in the first place.

On her way out she passes by him leaning against the front desk holding his phone. He has a surprised look on his face when he sees her.

"Oh, finished already ?"

"Well to be honest," she hesitates on telling him what's bothering her, but whatever. "I was trying to go over what I've taken today but I'm just so out of focus. I guess i'll go home and look it up or something."

"Hm..." he locks his phone and puts it away, giving her all his attention. "Maybe I can pull you out a book in here that'll help explain better ?" he offers.

"Sure, if you have anything on this." She shows him her book, making him raise his brows in acknowledgment as he takes it in.

"Ohh." He lets out a laugh, clearly amused. She's confused and he sees it, so he explains.

"I remember studying this subject back in college." He chuckles.  She makes an 'oh' face in realisation, and that's when it clicks in her mind.  Let's give it a shot.

"Ooh, how was it for you?"

"Hmm, I was pretty good at it actually." Perfect.

"What if... you help me out a little then? I don't think more reading will do me anything at this point." She subconsciously gives him a cute puppy face, and it's not hard to convince him to agree to her.

"Sure. As you can clearly tell," he gestures with his hands around him at the deserted library. "It's a very busy day today."

She giggles at his sarcasm. Wow he's a joker too.

"Hey watch over the place a little, I'm just gonna be over there helping her." He instructs his co-worker, then turns around and heads in front of her to where she was sitting earlier.  She skips behind him, mentally cheering herself for her successful plan.

He goes over the pages for a little, quickly getting reminded of the topic before starting to point and explain some key points.

His voice is gentle and his tone is so calm, speaking like he knows what he's saying and putting it into words perfectly.  One minute into it and she feels like she's in a trance, the only thing she's focusing on is him.

Then her eyes start wandering, looking down at his lips while they're moving and forming words.  She doesn't understand what he's saying at this point, just nodding along mindlessly and agreeing with whatever he's talking about.  Until he asks her a question on the topic.

"...Huh?"

"What I just explained now."

"Oh yeah yeah! That..." she thinks for a second, having zero idea on what he just said.  He notices and closes his eyes in disappointment.

"Was I not clear or..." he wonders genuinely, in which she quickly starts denying with wide eyes.

"No no no! It's actually the opposite, you're so good," she stumbles, not knowing how to say it. "I guess your way of explaining is..."

"Yeah?" He replies in a lower, more careful tone, and she almost melts under his gaze.

"Um," she laughs lightly, almost nervous, but she dares say it. "...distracting maybe?"

She feels time go by so slowly at that second, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh... I'm sorry then," he rubs his neck in embarrassment and looks down at the book. "Then our time was just wasted."

What? She's shocked that this is just what he understood from her.  After throwing all these hints and signals towards him, he's apologising?

"Hey, manager Kim you were literally perfect. I'm the one who should apologise here I told you I'm having trouble focusing today," she feels bad for putting him in this situation, she's the one who wasted his time, just because of her silly crush. "I'm sorry."

"No it's okay, don't worry about it." He gives her a reassuring smile, and her heart does that weird jump again. For the love of god stop being so cute. She says in her head.

"Okay, see you later?" She smiles back at him. He nods and they both get up, she starts putting her stuff away.

"Wait, what is your name?"

"Oh, it's Junmyeon." She tells him her own name, then leaves her things for a second to wrap her arms around him in a hug.

"Thank you Junmyeon." He staggers a little in surprise, standing there taken aback with his hands still in the air. He reacts then and pats her back with a laugh.

"No problem, I was entertained actually." She steps back from him and looks up in confusion.

"Huh? What's so entertaining about teaching."

"Uhm," he glances away with a small smile, before chuckling and shaking his head. "It just kind of reminded me of my college days."

She giggles at the way he's acting like a grandpa, when in reality he looks exactly like a cute little bunny with those cheeks of his.

"Stop I bet it's not that far."

"Oh but it is."

"How far?" She asks him and he takes a moment to think back on it.

"Hmm I don't know, nine years maybe?" She couldn't help herself from gasping, making him laugh in response. "Wow I look that young huh."

"So you're like thirty? Is that right?"

"Yep." She's struggling with keeping her thoughts in her head, her mind running a million thoughts per second. Something about this new info of him being in his thirties makes him more appealing to her, she doesn't know why but she feels even more attracted to him now.

"Thirty is still young by the way." She comments on what he said, and he shrugs it off with a 'sure whatever'.  They share smiles and laughs during the whole exchange.

She takes her bag and waves him goodbye, heading back home while her stomach is still feeling all jittery.

She can't stop thinking about him even when she's unlocking the door to her apartment, having spent all the ride home recalling their now second encounter. She remembers how sweet he was to agree help her (even if she was a little shit who kept staring at his mouth), and how gentle and mature he sounds when he talks, and the way he has smiled at her multiple times by now. Seriously? Those precious looking smiles directed at her? What is the intention, to melt her heart into a little puddle at his feet?

She bites her lip from smiling too big, feeling like a complete idiot just standing there in front of her wardrobe still in her day clothes.

Her mind is telling her she needs to see more of that cute library manager.

—

Unfortunately for a week or so, that didn't exactly happen.

Of course life got in the way, and for the past few days she couldn't even think of anything else with how busy she's gotten. Now with an important quiz coming up, she's extra nervous about it and studied it to hell and back.

She leaves all her papers and gets up, wanting to get a breather and just get the hell out for a little bit. It's nighttime, she's still in her pyjamas, she doesn't even know where she's going, hut all she's thinking is fuck it as she grabs her phone and keys. It is kind of reckless to just leave like this, but in her head she says maybe she'll just go to her close-by usual café or whatever.

Just as she arrives at that spot, she looks a little down the street at the familiar place she hasn't thought of these days.  What has he been up to? Did he think of me at all? She wonders.

She figures seeing him will instantly make her mood better, so she crosses out her initial plan and heads to the library.

She pushes the door open, looking around and seeing it practically empty again at this hour.  What if he's not on his shift? She clearly didn't think it through, but she ignores the voice in her head and gives it a try as she struts around casually.

She passes the aisles one by one, until she finally lays eyes on what she was looking for.  Or more specifically, who she was looking for.  She wants to sigh in relief, he might just be the highlight in her otherwise miserable week.

"Oh, manager Kim!" She walks up to him as he was apparently arranging some books.  He looks up when hearing his name, quickly recognising her and smiling in her way.

"Oh hey," he continues his work on the shelf. "Haven't seen you for a while."

Damn you, heart. Calm. Down.

"Yeah you know, college, life," she stands beside him, attempting at any sort of conversation. "What are you doing there ?"

"Stocking some new books, almost done with my shift now," he puts up another one. "Did you come here to talk to me or to actually study ?"

He says it jokingly without even looking, so she decides to muster up and just say some of the truth.

"Umm, both I guess?" He pauses and looks at her now. She smiles innocently at him, biting her lip subtly, which in return makes him glance down at her lips before looking back into her eyes.  He clears his throat awkwardly and looks away, putting up the last book in his hand.

"So you want something from here or can we just..." he means to leave but she quickly comes up with a lie.

"Wait, uh I need a book from there actually." She points at a place behind him randomly. He turns around to look, then looks back to her confused.

"Where?"

"Oh right there I think..." he goes along with her and walks over to where she pointed, somewhere farther behind aisles close to a corner.

"What exactly-" he spins back to face her, only to find her directly standing in front of him. He laughs in surprise. "When did you follow me this fast ?"

"I walked up right behind you." She smiles, now very much close to cornering him against the wall of books.

"Are you sure you meant a book..." he laughs it off, looking visibly more nervous now.

"Yeah, what else ?" She casually pulls out a random book from beside him. "Found it."

She opens it and stares a little, pretending to have interest in whatever the hell she just pulled out on a whim. He furrows his brows as he takes the book from her hand, looking at the title and stifling a laugh.

"10th grade physics. Interesting."

"Does it matter ?" She lets out a little laugh, taking it back from his hands and throwing it to the side.

She's getting more serious now as comes closer to him, looking up into his eyes and giving him that look.  Her bottled up feelings are coming up and she just can't stop them, her mind clouded and her frustrations from everything in her life right now is making her act out more than usual.

"Junmyeon..." he looks back at her, not saying a word as she comes closer and closer.

Their faces are so near from each other now, her eyes darting down to his lips then back up, her intentions very clear.

"What are you doing..." he whispers just as their lips almost connect, eyes closed by now.

"Isn't it obvious?" She whispers back, and finally goes in for it.

Their lips touch softly, staying still for a few seconds. She begins moving her mouth so slowly, kissing him and testing the waters. Before realising he still hasn't moved a centimetre.

She pulls back a little, looking up at him while his eyes are still closed. She calls his name in a careful tone to see his response, and he opens his eyes and looks down at her.

"...you shouldn't have done that." Her heart sinks a little.

"Why not ?" She gets closer again, their breaths hitting each other's faces as she tilts her head up to the side, waiting for him to make the move this time.  Their lips are so close, all he has to do is press his down onto hers like she did earlier

But he doesn't.  He's not pulling away, but he doesn't move in for it either.

When she sees he's not initiating anything, she moves back away from his personal space and looks at him with disappointment.

"What is it?"

"You know... it doesn't work." He looks at her with pleading eyes.

"What doesn't work? Give me a reason." She presses. He seemed into her enough to not pull away, and she caught him a few times eyeing her, specifically her lips, it doesn't make sense that he backs off this way.

"I... you're too young." He murmurs, not making any eye contact whatsoever. She crosses her arms.

"I'm twenty one... if that's your reasoning, remember we're both of age here and we're free to make our own choices." He looks conflicted, like he agrees with what she's saying but still holding himself back. She holds both his hands in hers, leaning in close to him once again and tilting her head.

“Come on, do it," she whispers. "Kiss me..."

Time is moving so slow as he leans down his head finally, getting his lips closer to hers.  It is clear that he wants her too, and she awaits the moment that their lips touch once again, but he just stops there.

"I-I'm not sure..."

"Okay then hear me out," she stands back away from him, sighing as she gives it a thought. "Let's go on a date.  If you're still unsure, we'll leave it at that for good."

The eye contact feels too strong, and he takes a few second to make a decision as he nods slowly.

"Okay ?"

"Yes, okay."

They exchange numbers and go to part ways, but not before her giving him a sweet smile in reassurance as she's leaving.  The corners of his mouth lift up slightly as he smiles back at her, growing more and more convinced in his decision of agreeing to go on this date with her.

In his mind, he has never went for women who aren't within his age range, so this is definitely very new for him.  He knows nine years isn't really the smallest number, but like she said it won't hurt to give it a chance since they're both adults here.

He is still looking at where she left with a small smile, shaking his head as he can't believe what had just happened.  She knows what she wants... and it's damn hot.  He admits to himself.

Finally snapping out of it, he attempts to push all thoughts of her out of his mind for the time being.  It's way too early to try and guess what's going to happen on their date...

He continues to pack some stuff up and close the place for the night, with her still lingering at the back of his head against his own will.  He might just enjoy their time together more than he initially thought, and he can't help but look forward to it.

So being the person that he is, as soon as he enters his home he types her up a text.

'Hey there, did you get home safely?

Just wanted to say that even though I wasn't sure at first- you shouldn't worry about anything now.  I actually can't wait to see you again.'

He looks at it and frowns.  Too wordy, very unnecessary over-explanations.  Why the sudden nerves?

'Hey there, did you get home safely?'

He goes with just that for now, leaving his phone on the bed as he starts changing into something more comfortable for the night.  Just when he pulls off his shirt, he hears the familiar new message sound making him leave his closet open and go check her reply.

'Yup.' He reads her simple answer.  He starts typing again but she beats him to it, a picture of her suddenly popping up in a message bubble.

She's lying down on her bed in the dim lights of her room, holding up a peace sign while flashing him her pearly whites in a cute smile.  He catches himself smiling back instinctively, quickly typing up a reply.

'Good.'

Send.

'Just wanted to check in on you.'

Send.

He locks his phone momentarily and throws it back on the bed, taking off his pants now and deciding to wear just some sweatpants to sleep.  His duvet is pretty thick so he didn't bother.

He lies down finally, checking his phone again to see two new messages from none other than her.

'Aw seriously?'

'Well let me check in on you too... where's my cute pic :('

He laughs out loud at that.  That little...

He looks down at himself, very topless, and that gets his mind going.

'Sorry, can't do cute pics atm.'

'Can I ask why, mister?'

'...sure you wanna see ?'

Over at her home she's reading his text once more, her heartbeat accelerating when she thinks on the possible meanings behind what he's saying.  He's flirting back, holy shit-

'Bring it on, manager Kim.' And send.

She picks at her nails as she waits in anticipation, and that damn 'ding' rings in her ear as she quickly opens his newly sent photo.

He's mimicking her own picture, lying down on his back as well and holding up a peace sign.  But what's very different is his obvious naked upper half, the covers coming up at just below his chest. His chest to her surprise looking muscular and very toned.

Her eyes also take in his shoulders and arms, feeling herself about to drool with this rather suggestive picture. She already found him pretty sexy before in all these baggy sweaters and shirts, but now knowing all of this is underneath takes it to a whole new level.

Her hands start to sweat as she ponders what to say next, feeling her body getting hot overall.

'Saved. ✅'

He smirks to himself at her response, having noticed how long it took for her to type it.  Oh well she asked for it.

Time goes by unnoticed as they continue this playful/flirty texting back and forth, feeling more at ease with each other and for him a lot less tense.

Later on they find themselves going to sleep that night with a clichéd smile across their faces, the instant click between them being something of a pleasant surprise. The start of a beautiful and exciting thing perhaps.

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(A/N): obviously I apologise for how late I posted this. I swear i have commitment problems to projects… dw it’s because we haven’t got to the good stuff 😈 can’t wait to show you what i have in mind

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Mouth to Mouth: Chapter 3

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Lamskier, Lambert x Jaskier

Rating: T

Tag warnings: swearing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Jaskier fidgeted in his seat as he stared at his phone. He hoped he got the restaurant correct. This was the closest place to the campus. He arrived early so they could get a good table, but he still felt nervous. What if he didn’t show? Jaskier glanced at the door then back to his phone. It was almost noon. 

Jaskier sighed and swore silently to himself. He assumed Professor Lambert didn’t have a class to teach around lunch. What if he took his lunch at a different time? Several worries started to overwhelm his thoughts. He clenched his hands and tapped his foot to help calm the overwhelming anxiety forming in his chest. 

When he heard the bell above the entrance door chime his head jerked in that direction. His heart stopped and he practically jumped out of his seat when he saw Lambert walk through the door. Aw hell, who was he kidding? He did jump out of his seat, and waved vigorously while shouting, “Professor Lambert! Over here!”

Lambert frowned when he saw Jaskier. He gave him a nod and headed over to him. “Hey…” Lambert mumbled as he took a seat in front of him.

Jaskier beamed as he sat down, “I’m glad you could make it. I started to worry you had class or something.”

Lambert scoffed, “You should have waited for me to respond. Would have saved yourself the worry.”

Jaskier looked down sheepishly as he fidgeted with his hands, “I didn’t want you to say no…”

Lambert glanced at Jaskier and sighed, “...no harm no foul… have you had a chance to look at the menu?”

Jaskier brightened again as he looked up, “Kinda… there is so much to choose from. I was hoping you could recommend something?”

Lambert grinned, “Yeah, sure. They have some great Beef Pho. If you like spicy food their curry is pretty great. I always get a side of wantons. Oh! And they have this drink that has this gummy bubble shit in it. Have you had it before?”

Jaskier giggled and shook his head, “No, I don’t think I have.”

Lambert frowned, “What are you laughing at?”

“Sorry,” Jaskier covered his mouth, “I meant no offense… I’ve just never seen you talk so excitedly about anything. It was cute…”

Lambert’s face grew red as he quickly stood up, “Let’s go order our food.”

Jaskier followed after him questioningly, “What do you mean?”

Lambert pointed to the register, “You order and pay at the same time. Then they call out your order number.”

“Ohh,” Jaskier gasped, “I see.” He stood beside and slightly behind Lambert as they waited in line to order.

Lambert frowned when he saw where he was standing. He grabbed Jaskier’s arm and pulled him to stand next to him, “Hey, if we’re having lunch together then act like it.”

Jaskier’s face reddened, “Ah? Oh… sorry.” He smiled and stared at his feet.

When they reached the front of the line Lambert gave the cashier his order. When he finished he elbowed Jaskier, “Your turn.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, “Ah, I was gonna pay for my own--”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lambert growled, “I’m not going to have a college kid pay for his own food. Now hurry up and order.”

Jaskier nodded as he bit his lower lip, “Right, I’ll have the beef pho… and some green apple boba tea?” He glanced up at Lambert to make sure the pricier drink was alright.

Lambert huffed a laugh and nodded his head, “We’ll have some wantons too.” He nudged Jaskier, “You like wantons?”

Jaskier smiled, “Yes…”

Lambert grinned as he paid. He glanced back at Jaskier as they headed to their table to wait for their food, “Why are you so shy all of a sudden? You seemed so confident earlier.”

Jaskier blushed and covered his face with his hands, “I lost my confidence when I was waiting for you to show up… I was so anxious. I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“Hmmm,” Lambert rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head as he examined the younger man, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not a jerk who would stand someone up.”

Jaskier glanced over his fingers, the majority of his face still covered by his hands. “Yes,” he mumbled, “I’m very lucky…” His eyes ran over Lambert’s body. His heart quickened as he admired Lambert’s strong forearms visible due to his rolled up shirt sleeves. 

“So… um…” Jaskier lowered his hands, “what do you like to do in your spare time?”

“Drink with my friends, watch sitcoms, workout, stuff like that,” Lambert shrugged his shoulders.

Jaskier smiled, “What kind of sitcoms?”

Lambert crossed his arms over his chest, frowning, “I feel like you know a lot more about me than I know about you.”

Jaskier laughed and nodded, “Ah… true… I’m an open book. Ask me whatever you want.”  

Lambert raised an eyebrow questioningly but nodded his head, “Alright, what’s your degree?”

“Music and Arts. I want to be a composer some day,” Jaskier grinned.

“A composer?” Lambert frowned as he leaned forward, “Like Mozart?”

Jaskier laughed, “I guess you could say that.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Lambert grinned, “You must be very talented.”

Jaskier rubbed the back of his head and shrugged, “I don’t know about that.”

The order number was called out and Lambert stood up. Jaskier started to follow him, but he placed a hand on his shoulder, “I got it.”

Jaskier’s heart leaped in his chest. He had known Lambert was his type, but he hadn’t known how much till now. He was quite the gentleman. He bit his lip nervously as he waited for him to return with their food.

Jaskier almost jumped when Lambert set the tray down in front of him. Lambert grinned as he took his seat, setting down his own food. “Bon appetit,” Lambert smirked.

Jaskier smiled and grabbed the chop sticks, “Thank you for the food.”

Lambert shrugged his shoulders, “No problem. Let me know what you think.”

Jaskier hummed as he slurped up the noodles. “Dish ish delishush,” he said around a mouthful of food. 

Lambert laughed, “Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”

Jaskier blushed and covered his mouth, “Sorry…”

Lambert smirked as he nudged him under the table with his foot, “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Is that so?” Jaskier grinned as he plucked an eggroll from Lambert's plate with his chopsticks.

Lambert whined in exasperation as he watched his eggroll disappear into Jaskier’s mouth, “Hey!”

Jaskier laughed, almost choking on the eggroll. “That’s for making fun of me,” he coughed.

Lambert chuckled and shook his head, “Eggroll going down nice?”

Jaskier hummed as his eyes flicked up and down over Lambert, “Not as nice as some other things would...”

Heat rose up in Lambert’s cheeks at the innuendo. He frowned in embarrassment. “Uh, why don’t you-- have you-- Boba tea?”

“Oh, right!” Jaskier smiled as he grabbed his glass, “I haven’t tried this yet.” He wrapped his lips around the large straw, sucking up the dark bubbles. “Mmm,” he licked his lips in satisfaction as he chewed the tapioca pearls, “this is really good!”

Lambert nodded, grateful for the subject change, “Yeah, it’s weird, but still tasty.”

“I could eat these large balls all day,” Jaskier smirked as he gazed across the table at Lambert.

Lambert cleared his throat as he turned toward his food, “So… uh, you said you wanted to be a composer. Have you composed any songs?”

Jaskier nodded, “I sure have… I uh, have one of them on my phone.”

“Really?” Lambert held out his hand, “Let me hear.”

Jaskier blushed and pulled out his headphones. He set the phone up with his song then handed it to Lambert, “Just press play…”

Lambert put in the headphones and played the song. A gentle melody came through the earbuds followed by a silky voice. He glanced up at Jaskier, “Is that you singing?”

“Yeah…” Jaskier replied quietly, nodding.

Lambert smirked as he continued to listen to the song. He didn’t know much about music, but he could tell the kid had talent. When the song finished he handed Jaskier back his phone, “That is fucking amazing.”

Jaskier wrapped up his headphones and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s nothing special…”

Lambert growled, “Like hell it isn’t. You are talented, kid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jaskier smiled slightly and nodded his head, his cheeks tinted pink, “Thanks.”

Lambert nodded and continued eating his food, “No thanks needed. Hurry and finish your food. My lunch is almost up. You take the bus here?”

Jaskier nodded as he quickly ate his food.

“I’ll give you a ride back to the university in my car.”

Jaskier waved his hands, “You don’t need to do that.”

Lambert raised an eyebrow, “Why? You done with classes for the day? I can drop you off at your place.”

Jaskier sputtered and shook his head, “No I, um, I don’t want to put you out…”

Lambert chuckled, “You invite me to lunch without allowing me to give an answer and now you don’t want to put me out?”

Jaskier hunched his shoulders as he stared down at his hands guiltily, “Ah… sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Lambert kicked him gently, “I had a good time. Let me take you where you need to go as thanks.”

Jaskier beamed, “Really? You mean it? You had a good time?”

Lambert frowned, “Do I look like a liar? Now where should I drop you off?”

“Um, well, I guess the dorms if you don’t mind?” Jaskier glanced up expectantly.

Lambert nodded, shoving a wonton in his mouth. “Shor,” he said around the mouthful. He finished chewing before he continued, “To-go containers are over there. Pack up what you want to keep and we’ll head out.”

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“Stay right there,” Lambert called to Jaskier as he was walking over to the passenger car door.

Jaskier fidgeted nervously as he held his to-go container, staring at Lambert questioningly. Lambert walked around the car and opened the door for Jaskier, “Go ahead.”

Jaskier blushed as he entered the car. He had never had anyone open a car door for him before. “Ah… thanks.”

“In all the way?” Lambert asked before closing the door. Jaskier nodded as he smiled to himself. Lambert grinned as he closed the door. He found this move to be very successful with the ladies before taking them back to their place.

Lambert frowned as he walked over to his side of the car. ‘Wait a sec. What the hell am I thinking? I’m not taking this kid back to his place to fuck him,’ he thought bitterly. He growled in frustration, ‘Get your shit together Lambert.’

Lambert indicated to the radio when he started the car, “Put it on whatever you like.”

Jaskier pulled out his phone, “You got bluetooth?”

“Nah, I got a cheap car. I got AUX though,” He held up the cable for Jaskier.

Jaskier nodded and plugged it into his phone. Lambert glanced at Jaskier as he drove them toward the dorms, “You going to play more of your music?”

Jaskier blushed and shook his head, “Ah, no. I’ve just recorded the one…”

“Pity,” Lambert said with sincerity.

It was a short drive back to the dorms. Everything was fairly close to the campus. Jaskier chose a couple songs for them to listen to. He fidgeted with his phone anxiously. He glanced at Lambert, whose eyes were focused on the road.

His heart jumped in his chest. Seeing Lambert from this point of view, his steady gaze, the strongline of his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel… it sent shivers down his spine. 

“You’re staring.”

Jaskier flinched and averted his gaze, licking his lips, “Sorry…”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Lambert sounded amused, “I was only curious as to what your fascination was.”

Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, “I… I just… you are so beautiful.”

Lambert frowned in embarrassment, “I’m… I’m not…” He glanced at Jaskier. The brunette gazing up at him with bright blue eyes, his soft bangs falling into his face. “If anyone is beautiful it’s you…” he muttered returning his eyes to the road.

Jaskier bit his lower lip and laughed, “Thanks…”

Lambert swore under his breath, “Fuck… I…” He sighed and pulled up next to the dorms. “We’re here… is this good?”

Jaskier smiled, “Yes! Thank you for lunch and the ride.”

Lambert nodded, “No problem.” He watched as Jaskier exited the car and walked around the front toward the dorms. He was about to pull away when he saw Jaskier run back up and motion for him to roll down his window.

“What’s wrong? Forget something?” Lambert smirked.

Jaskier grinned, “Yes.” He leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. He smirked at Lambert’s shocked expression. “Later!” 

Lambert watched, still in shock, as Jaskier skipped away. His fingers touched his lips, the ghost of Jaskier’s kiss still present. He frowned as his face grew warm, “Little shit.”

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Blind Date | Richard Camacho

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Maybe I should start off with a greeting like “Nice to meet you, I’m Richard”? No, that’s too formal. It’s a blind date, not a business meeting. Be natural, it’s not like you haven’t dated anyone before it’s just… been a while. I heard the little ring of a bell as I walked into the coffee shop and ordered myself a drink.

“Hi, can I get a black coffee please?” I asked the lady as she immediately started working on my drink. I looked down at the flower in my hand and softly smiled. Maybe this will go good. After a few moments, she handed me my drink and I took out my wallet and handed her the money.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the coffee and took a small sip. “Who’s the flower for?” She asked as she started counting the money in front of me. “Oh, the rose? Uh haha I’m here for a blind date. It’s so I can find her. She said they’re her favorite kind of flower. I wanted to make a good first impression, you know?”

“Oh, really? That’s so sweet.” She smiled and leaned a bit against the counter as I nodded. “Have you, by any chance, seen a woman with a box of chocolates? They’re.. my favorites..” She nodded and pointed off into the back corner. “A woman walked in with a small box of chocolates a few minutes ago.”

I strengthened my back and cleared my throat. “Thank you. Wish me luck. Let’s hope she’s the one, right?” She handed me the extra change and I shook my head. “Keep the change.” We smiled at each other as I made my way over to the mystery woman. I really hope this date goes well. I haven’t gone on one of them since.. wait.. no way..

I walked up to the table and there she was. This can’t actually be her, can it?

“Oh, wow..” I spoke as I stood next to her table. She looked up at me and smiled. “Oh my..” She stood up and granted me with a hug, placing my drink on her table. “What are you doing here? How long has it been?” I asked her. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” She laughed as she pulled away and looked at me.

“Oh, yeah I’m supposed to be on a blind date. Christopher set it up for me. He said I need to put myself out there again or something like that in his rallying speech before I left.”

“Really? What a coincidence. I’m actually uh on a blind date too. Daniella actually did this for me.” She spoke. “Today? Huh, how weird is that?” We stood silent for a moment before I looked down at the gift in her hands. “Ohh.. you have.. chocolates..” I stated as I looked at the box.

They were my favorite kind.

“It’s not – its not you, is it?” I asked, not sure how I should react. She looked at the flower in my hands and then back to her box of sweets before she slowly glanced up at me. “You’re my blind date?” She stayed silent and nodded. “Wait, did you know?”

“No, I didn’t. Did you?” She asked as I shook my head. “No.” I thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that Chris and Dani had set the both of us up. “Aahh they’re.. um meddling, again. Best friends, right?” She awkwardly laughed and swayed from side to side. Well, this is not how I thought this night would go.

“Right, well.. I – I’ll go..” She brought her hand down to my cup of coffee and handed it to me. “Oh, yeah my coffee.. right.” I took the cup from her hands and felt her skin against mine for a split moment. God, I…

“Do you maybe want to um.. sit with me?” She asked. “Only if you’re okay with that.” I responded as she nodded. “Yeah, I mean.. it’s just us, right? We know each other..” I looked between her and the table, not really sure if I should take this. What’s the harm, right? It’s just us catching up a bit.

“I’ll finish this and then I’ll go. I don’t want you to feel awkward.” We sat back down at the table as I picked up my drink, taking a small sip of the hot beverage. “I guess the rose is you then.” I handed her the flower as she took it from my fingers. “Oh, thank you.. uh the chocolates are yours.” She slid them across the table and I took them. So much for making a good first impression.

“It’s uh.. crazy.. we were almost married and I don’t even know what to talk to you about anymore..” I stated. “I know.” She softly smiled at me. “So… how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, actually. School’s been difficult, but I’m working through it and passing all of my classes.” She smiled. “I’m glad, I really really am. You deserve it.”

“How about you? How have you been?”

“Me? Oh yeah I’ve just been in and out of rehearsals and interviews and.. I don’t know. The house is.. too quiet to face some days. It’s not the same when you don’t have anyone to come home to.” It stayed quiet as I took another small sip of my drink. She looks so beautiful.. looking at the rose in her hands. I wish we were a couple again.

“I uh took your advice about the apartment though. I put it up for sale..” She looked back up at me. “Really?” I nodded.“Yeah, just need a change. Besides, my neighbors are getting worse.. well, their teen is. The parents went on a cruise the other night and their kid had a party. He played the same song over and over again and I rolled over to – to nudge you to go tell him to turn the music down because you always did the confronting and I think the teenager liked you more than he ever liked me, but.. you weren’t there.” I couldn’t help the sad smile that came onto my face. “I forget sometimes.” I chuckled.

“I know the feeling.” She said. I have to remember that she’s not mine anymore. “So, what bring you back here? The last time I saw you, I left you at the airport with your suitcase and you promised you wouldn’t come back until you completed your traveling bucket list.”

“Oh, well I’ve actually gone to almost every country on my list.” She spoke, smiling. “Oh wow.” She took out her phone and started showing me some of the places where she’s been.

“Did you go to our spot again in Paris? I like to imagine you stood on the Pondesar with some bolt cutters as you frantically search for our padlock. I know the city took the locks down a few years ago because of the stability of the bridge, but the idea made me laugh.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course you would think that.”

“Where else did you go? Did you make it to London and have tea with the Queen?” I joked as she let out a laugh. “No, I didn’t. She was.. unavailable.”

“Yeah she must’ve heard you were coming to the palace, closed the curtains and hurried out the back door to one of her other estates.” She reached over and playfully punched me. “Shut up.” She laughed. I’ve missed this.

“Do you remember what we did to your spoiled cousin when she showed up at your house? The one with the bratty kids?” She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Oh my God, yes! I remember.”

“You army crawled out of the living room so she wouldn’t see you move through the blinds. I swear, it was like Mission Impossible! And she called your mother to complain we deliberately gone out to avoid her.”

“I just didn’t feel like dealing with her shit that day.” She smiled as I continued to think about all of the times we’ve had. “We had some fun together, didn’t we?” She nodded. “We sure did.” Another memory popped into my head. One that I know she’ll definitely remember and get embarrassed about.

“I think the best one was the famous trip to Disney when I bent down to tie my shoelaces outside the Cinderella castle. You thought I was proposing..” Her face immediately turned red as she covered up her face. “Oh no, don’t bring that image back into my mind.” She laughed.

“All those strangers gathering around waiting for me to pull out the ring and you were just oblivious to it all watching the fireworks. I’m sure only dogs could hear that squeal when you noticed. You started shouting “Yes!” and I just looked up clueless.” I clapped my hands as I was laughing.

“It was perfect too! You can’t just do that, in fucking Disney World, and tease somebody like that.” She chuckled. “I don’t think you or your mom ever forgave me for that.” I smiled.

“Watching your face fall and you realized there wasn’t a proposal almost made me want to say it was, that I’d forgotten the ring. I mean, I didn’t forget it. The ring was in the bottom of my sock drawer back at home. I wanted to wait until New Year’s Eve, but I realized Disney would have been perfect. You were so happy in that moment..”

Now all that’s left of us is memories of our past together. Oh, how I wish I could go back in time and stop us from breaking up.

“Well, I’d ask if you were seeing somebody, but I guess I know the answer to that.” She nodded and looked around the café we were at. “If I’m honest, this is the first time I’ve attempted dating since we broke up.” She looked back at me after my little confession. I have to say this. If not now, then when?

“The truth is.. I miss you. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I’ve missed you a lot. Seeing the postcards that you sent our friends.. it made me realize I wanted to be there with you.” I paused for a second, afraid of what she’ll say. “I know you wanted to go out into the world and find out who you are, which makes sense. We’ve been together for so long and we needed to see other people and grow up, I get that but it doesn’t mean..”

Here we go. I took a deep breathe and sighed, looking back into her eyes. “It doesn’t mean I stopped being in love with you.” I said it and there’s no taking it back now. I just needed her to know, at least once. “I’m just.. glad I got to see you again. You look so much happier now. I know you didn’t come here for some declaration of love, you came for a fresh start. A blind date, the start of something brand new.”

She smiled and looked down at the rose in front of her, my coffee completely forgotten. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.” I wish I could call her mine again. I was being honest when I said all of those things. I just… miss her. So. Much.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” My heart ached at the thought of this blind date of ours ending. She shook her head. “No I don’t um mind getting another drink.”

“If you want to. You want to reminisce some more?” I smiled and thought of how to make this more interesting. “How about we.. how about we head off to the beach? We can go and see if the little ice cream shack is still there. I haven’t been in a while. It was always your special place.” She thought about it for a moment before responding.

“Is this still a date?”

“Well, I guess that’s your call to make. I – .. I’d love for this to be our second chance at a first date. How about.. we start over? Forget everything that happened before.” She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. Her lips look so kissable…

“Mhmm..”

“I’m serious! I think this could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” I cleared my throat and held out my hand. “Hello, I’m Richard and I think I could spend the rest f my life looking into your eyes.” She burst out laughing at my comment. “Was that too much?” I smiled as she nodded. “I think you went a little overboard.”

“Okay! Okay! Hello, I’m Richard and can I just say you look beautiful today?” She covered her face, trying to cover up her giggles. “Oh my God, no.”

“Fine! I’ll stop..” I stood up and held my hand out for her to take. She placed her hands in mine as I helped her stand up. Stands of her hair covered her face as she smiled at me. Maybe this is our second chance at love.

“Come on... Ice cream is on me.”

[wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s]

#7 Pennywise x Vampire!Reader NSFW

A/N: Sorry it took rather a long time (and came out way tooo long lol) but I hope you guys will enjoy it (at least a little bit?)! Please read warnings properly, this stuff is not for everyone!! ⚠️

Warnings: smut, gore, violence, victim, murder, death, blood play, drinking blood, injuries, oral sex

18+ please no minors

Tags: @clown-bait

You turn from your one side to another, from your back to you stomach, curl up and can’t fall asleep. Heartbeat is too loud and all your muscles tremble as if you have a flu. Hunger, again. And you surely know it will only grow until you feed it. You crawl out of your sewer nest and go looking for your mate. Of course, he’s digging though his trash mount, as he often likes to do in the evening before going to bed. “Pen?” you wrap yourself into quickly threw on blanket and he walks up to you. “What’s up, little one?” he looks worried but then he puts his large palms onto your tremoring hands. “Oh” he pulls you into him immediately, “So I suppose we’re have a night date, huh?” he giggles quietly and gives your temple a light kiss, and it is not a question.

The two of you walk around the fringes of Derry looking for late passersbys and finally you find. A figure sways a bit while passing by flowerbed and you grasp Pennywise’s forearm. You recognize. “Jerk. Bastard” you spit on the ground in disgust and a wave of shiver hits you. Penny looks at you questioningly and you explain “I thought he disappeared a long time ago but here he is. When I was in junior high he used to lock someone in lockers and laugh and there was a lot more of disgusting stuff. Bastard” you spit again. He squeezes your shoulder understanding “Sooo two birds in one stone, little one?”, you just nod and hug him. He takes a moment to think “You know, we’re just at the right place”.

You glance aside and realize there is old abandoned part of fun house here, ex-mirror labyrinth to be more precise. No one dare to approach it anymore and you guess why. “Yes, just what we need!” you smirk, wink at him and walk to chase the bastard.

You overtake him and swing you hips as you walk, you feel that gaze on you and look back over your shoulder. You already know that instead of half-ruined building he sees a fresh one with lots of neon signs and one of them says “Free booze if you pass”, somehow you’re sure that one must be there. You’re like a Siren and he mindlessly follows you as you lead him inside. Pennywise watches you with a bit of jealousy, though he’s aware it’s just performance, and comes closer as you hide in plain sight.

You glance over your shoulder again to make sure the bastard doesn’t fall behind and smile at him. “Ohh-hoh dollface, are you an angel? Don’t you want to be my date?” this drunk fucker even doesn’t recognize you, good. “Gladly” you overcome you nausea and beckon him down the mirror hall. Familiar bells jingle and you stop, “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back” you whisper and round the corner. He stays there with a dumb smile and you even don’t want to know what he fantasies about. “He’s still revolting” you say leaning against your tall clown and he feels your hungry shiver again. “Oh I see! So, that’s my part now” he gives you a peck on the temple.

“Helloooo? Heeeellooo” sound comes from nowhere, “Game ends in 5 minutes, you’ll either pass or be locked here forever?” strange merry voice with a strange intonation makes the bastard furrow his brows. “What… What the hell? Dollface, where are you?” he throws himself to the way you just went away and bumps into the transparent wall. “What the hell? Is it a joke?” his voice quavers when he rushes back and hits another wall. You even can hear his panic, his fear, his rabbit-like heartbeat as he straggles in a trap and you know that your monster can also get a great meal tonight, he’s already getting it. “Clock is broken, game over” bastard hears the sound right behind his back and hurries to turn just to see terrifying toothy-grinned clown face. In reality it’s simply the corner of the almost empty room with two mirror walls - the only thing left standing. And this jerk who’s ready to piss himself. You slowly crawl closer enjoying the show.

“Ooh ho ho wHaT tHe HeLL” clown mocks his miserable whines with a dramatic face and guffaws loudly, “W-WhAt ThE hELL” he repeats and suddenly gets serious and stretches out his hand, “One last dance?” he shakes his hair and grabs a hand of this freezed in terror bastard. You already stand near them and watch how your boyfriend tugs his arm up and spins him several times before catching him.

Finally you show up in front of them. “D-d-dollface?” bastard’s back is pressed against Penny’s chest and he hangs like a ragdoll. “Tshhh. It’s all right” you smile revealing the tips of your fangs, “All right? ALL RIGHT??” his high pitched screams make you wince, “Regale me?” you murmur to Pennywise not paying attention to the screaming body and step forward. “With pleasure” he smirks and a second later his claw tears bastard’s flesh apart from his wrist to halfway till elbow. “Here you go” clown bows his head slightly putting his palm over the prey’s mouth to muffle all disturbing whimpering shouts. You come over humming in anticipation and open your mouth looking straight into his eyes. Pennywise takes cut up arm by hand curving it to make a good angle to let trickles of blood run down your tongue. “Aaaahhhh” you can’t help but moan gulping thick liquid, your hand lays on Penny’s hand when you drag the arm close to suck directly from the wound emitting a lot of slurping sounds. “Ohhh my little one’s so hungry… Yess so hungry, shouldn’t wait so long” clown coos watching with affection how the blood is getting smeared all over your cheeks and chin and runs down your neck.

“Mmhmhmh” you hum and pass your tongue between parted sides of skin like children lick their plate clean after a delicious meal and bite your lip slightly pulling Penny’s hand down. He gets the hint immediately and bends to give you one slow deep kiss, you both are savoring salty metallic taste while he’s holding this convulsing body tight with one arm only. “More” you whisper into his mouth fondling his face with your blood covered fingers, “All for you” he murmurs and after it his several rows of spiky teeth pierce bastard’s neck and rip out a big chunk of it.

He’s so impetuous in this action that blood splashes everywhere, pulsing spurts from the severed jagular hit your clothes and the mirror wall right beside you pouring all over it. You bury your face into hot gaping hole and get what you need, your hunger gradually dies out as die out bastard’s gargling noises. You take a deep loud breath of satisfaction and smirk at Pennywise, “Feel better, little one?” he examines you, “Oh I see you do! So, let me feed you then” with this words he puts his lips on the neck wound and sucks blood into his mouth, his fingers gently lift up you chin and a thumb pushes your jaw down. He teases you letting the blood mixed with his saliva trickling slowly from his lower lip on your tongue and you swallow it longingly. When he empties his mouth into yours he lowers his hand to your neck squeezing it and pulls you for a kiss shoving his slick salty tongue almost down your throat.

“Mmmhmm that’s it” you mumble biting his lip and lean back, he dips his thumb in red liquid and passes it from the corner of your mouth up your cheek through your eyelid and brow. He drops the body on the floor and enclasps you pressing your back against his chest. The two of you stand in front of the blood covered mirror wall and he wipes clean a part of it with his glove. “Look, little one, look how alike we are” he whispers giving you a few seconds to take a glance and then nuzzles into your neck to suck and lick sticky blood up. “Oh yesss” you lift your hand and run it to pat the back of his neck, not cleaned part of wall catches you attention and you draw “I ❤️ u” on it with your finger.

He looks at it and tightens his grip on you, you see the reflection of how he draws his hand under the hem of your dress and yanks your panties to rip them off you. You squeak and his impatient fingers rush to between your legs starting to massage your clit. His glowing yellow eyes with red ridges and glistening red chin drive you crazy. You wiggle as he fondles you and then it gets unbearable, you grab his hand and push him to the floor, lay him down and straddle him.

Feeding always rips animalistic nature out of you both, and you snarl when Pennywise automatically grabs your thighs. You fall down to his chest, pull his ruff a bit lower and suckle at his neck making him growl. “As a person he was a shit, but as a meal it was, um, okay. But now I want someone really tasty” you hiss into his ear and brush your fangs along his pale skin, he arches his back under you in anticipation “Oh fuck, c'mon do it”. You take a moment to inflame your desire before sinking your sharp teeth into his alien flesh. “Mmmhmm” you whine lapping at the fresh holes and make him moan when your lips gently suck his liquid in. “Oh fuck” your ecstatic whisper causes Pennywise to seize your bare ass with his showed up claws. You can’t stand still and rub your pussy against his crotch as you’re getting your dessert, and feel his paws helping you to rub. You rise your hand and move your wrist closer to his mouth, “Please” your shaking whisper encourage him. Penny grabs your hand and cut it open with his razor sharp teeth grumbling loudly, he can’t stop and takes a long lick tasting you and all his limbs are trembling slightly. “Ooh yes” you moan in rapture and as your lips are detached from his neck thin strings of blood start floating up.

You take your hand out of his grip and lift yourself placing your palms on his shoulders, you bend to make out with him and the both of you hum enjoying the flavor of your mixed blood. He’s already so hard underneath you and you have no patience, you want to have your way with your delicious treat.

You slide down along his body leaving red splats on the clean parts of his silver costume and finally get where you wanted to. Pennywise is breathing hard, you gently tickle his obvious boner through silk fabric and smirk when his breath becomes more jerky. His loose pantaloons enable you to wrap your fingers around his dick and give it a few light strokes. He bucks his hips craving for more and you bite your lip pulling his pants down. Lust and blood cause his dick to look a bit more alien than usual and you like its velvet ridges, it’s still barely swaying after springing out and your pussy aches even worse, not to mention it’s oozing profusely. You bring your injured hand to your face and get a mouthful of your blood. You tower over that exposed part of his body and let red thick liquid trickle down his waiting member so you use it like a lube as you start stroking him slowly twisting your hand around the shaft. “Oh fuck” cracked moan escapes him when you squeeze him tighter and speed up and then suddenly stop at the base. “Little one” he growls as his boner spasms.

Mischievous smile appears on your face when you set yourself more comfortable, you slap your pout with his dick head a few times and finally wrap your lips around it. Tongue is lapping on it while your fist is sliding up and down his shaft. You take in as much as you can and glide up with your cheeks hollowed in a tender suck. Your lips slip off of the tip with a wet pop and you start again. Penny writhes and grumbles when you kiss softly the glans and begin to lick and suck it gently, you know that he loves when you pay so much attention to this sensitive spot. His low guttural noises turn you on so much, you run your tongue along his length several times licking up as much blood as you can while massaging its head with your thumb. “Oh fuck…” he gasps and clasps your hair with his gloved hand as you take him into your mouth and go fast, “Fuck, so good… You suck me so good, oh…” clown keeps whispering and you feel his tension building. Your hand fondles the base of his dick and he slightly thrusts his hips meeting your moves. You let out enjoyable hums teasing his soft skin with your tongue while sucking him and finally you feel his large member twitching as he releases his sweet cum into your mouth with a loud moan. You try to swallow as fast as you can and don’t stop stroking him while he rides out his orgasm.

When his thigh muscles go limp you let him out of your mouth and lick your lips. Pennywise just lays with closed eyes and shallow breathes, you crawl to lay on him again and put a small kiss on his parted lips. “Mmmhm right what I wanted” you smile, he wraps his arms around you “So.. Is that ALL what you wanted?” he reaches for another kiss and grinds against you slightly making it clear for you that he’s still hard. You roll you eyes as your lust goes over the edge “It’s all I wanted to taste, but now..” you have no chance to finish your thought as Penny grips you tight and rolls you on your back and you feel you got into something sticky and wet, and, oh yes, you haven’t noticed a huge pool of blood that came flushing out of the body.

“I want you” he growls into your neck after a hungrily lick, “I want you more” you moan pushing his side wanting to roll him on his back again and he doesn’t resist. You straddle his hips rubbing your clit along his boner and you feel that your stamina is not enough to play some teasing, so when he places his swollen dick between your aching wet pussy lips you promptly lower yourself on him with a satisfied groan. His hands are fresh-covered with blood after the two of you rolled in the pool of it and he squeezes your thighs and ass when you grind back and forth getting adjusted to the sensation of fullness. “Oh yes” you whisper caressing your breasts “Oh yes” your hips start gliding up and down and soon you increase the speed, all his protruding ridges are doing a great job inside of you and you feel getting closer.

Pennywise smears blood over your thighs biting his lip and you lift up the hem of your dress for him to enjoy the view of his dick sinking into you again and again. You can’t catch a word from his growls and just ride him fast with obscene slick slaps, you can’t hold it anymore and dive into breathtaking orgasm. You’re putting yourself on his stiff member in a pure pleasure and barely feel Penny’s long arms grab and tug you forcing you to lay on him. One his big hand holds your both wrists behind your back and other takes a grip on your butt as he starts to thrust into you frantically from underneath. You glance at the mirror wall resting you cheek on his chest and whine as you keep coming while watching your lewd action from the side. Your hard breathing near his neck and your contracting walls are the last straw for him. With wild animalistic noises he spurts his seed deep inside you and his hips buck a few more times before getting still.

“Mhhmhmh Penny…” you breath out, exhausted but very satisfied…or?.. You feel his cum flowing down your inner thighs and squirm “Mmm?” he hums questioningly at your unequivocal gesture rubbing your back and shoulders, the two of you are bloody and still panting. “Oh” you rise a bit to look into his gone in different directions eyes and smooch him with a smile, ruby liquid drips from your hair onto his neck ruff, “You know what? Satiating my hunger for blood is much easier than satiating my hunger for you”.

[thisgirl-writes]

Professor’s Assistant - Part 4

Summary: College Junior, Sophie starts to develop a crush on her Political Science professor. Will it drive a wedge between her boyfriend Cody and her? Will it stay just a silly admiration?

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: Swearing

Part 3

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The rest of your weekend was spent cleaning the apartment in between homework breaks. Your procrastinator boyfriend was out with his friends instead of working on his classes. You took the opportunity of having the place to yourself to not only clean but to listen to your favorite playlist, “All Out 80s”. You connected your phone to play through the TV, it was something you did regularly when Cody was out. Partly because you two had different tastes in music, and because you needed music to clean. Since you were the only one to clean the place. You hit the “Shuffle Play” button, you smiled to yourself as you heard the opening chords to Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” plays through the TV. You let the music take over and push the fight with Cody out of your mind. The only thing you focused on was cleaning the apartment and singing along to the songs you grew up listening to with your dad.

You weren’t sure how long you had cleaning, well it was more dancing than cleaning, but still. You had gotten lost in the music, you were right in the middle of your overly dramatic cover of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey when all of a sudden the music stopped. You walked out of the bedroom to see if your phone had maybe just disconnected when you saw Cody standing there with your phone in his hand.

“Oh hey sweetie, I didn’t hear you come in”

“Yeah, no shit you didn’t hear me come in. You were blasting your shitty taste in music” Cody said nonchalantly. You knew it wasn’t his favorite music, but this was the first time he used that phrase to describe his feelings about your taste in music.

“Very funny, Cody”  you said, hoping that he was just messing around and that he didn’t really mean it.

“I’m serious. If you’re gonna listen to this crap in this apartment, at least use the airpods I got you. That’s why I got them. So that I don’t have to hear it” He shot back.

“I don’t want to argue about our tastes in music right now. How was your time with the guys?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah whatever, you know I’m right. Look I just came back to grab my charger. I won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.” Cody said as he walked back out the door without saying bye to you or anything.

“Then what did you turn my music off for” You mumbled to yourself.

Even though you didn’t have many friends, you still had one really good one, Tori. Tori was your random roommate who became your best friend from freshman year, the one year you lived on campus. Since Cody wasn’t going to be at the apartment for dinner, and since it was a Saturday night, you decided to see if she was up to have a girls' night.

“Hey girl!” You said into the phone when Tori picked you the phone.

“Girl what's up?”

“So Cody is out with his friends and I wanted to see you were up for a long-overdue girls night?” You had crossed your fingers as you asked, hoping she would say yes.

“Welll…. “ She dragged out, “Of course girl! Bitch this is way too overdue!” You're relieved that she wanted to have a girls night as well, you needed time with the only friend who didn’t abandon you when you moved in with Cody.

“Perfect! This is just what I need tonight!”

“Yes! Me too girl, me too!” Tori replied

“Same place same time?”

“You know it!” She yelled into the phone, which made you laugh. “Oh wait! Quick question. Are we dressing like it is a chill kind of girls night, or are we dressing like its single girls night and you need a rebound kind of girls night?” 

You rolled your eyes at her “question”. You know what she was hinting at, she didn’t keep it a secret how she felt about Cody, but she supported you.

“I do not need a rebound, but how about we dress like a mix of the two?”

“Girl this is why we are friends, I like the 3rd option. Besides, maybe you will end up finding someone who will make you want to have a rebound”

“Tori, enough with trying to get me to break up with Cody, I love him.” You remind her. You know she means well, but she is entirely too blunt to have any form of subtly to her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. For now.”

“I know, just pick me up when you’re ready”

“Will do. Bye bitch!”

After you hang up the phone, you searched your closet for something to wear. After about 10 minutes of picking through your wardrobe, you decided on a simple white t-shirt that had a deep v cut, and a pair of ripped skinny jeans

You left your long wavy brown hair down, switching it up form the normal messy bun you wore your hair in. Since it was girl's night, you decided to take a little bit more time with your makeup than your normal routine. During the week your routine consisted of mascara and blush so that you didn’t look like death with how pale your skin is thanks to your European heritage. Tonight you added eyeliner highlighter, you couldn’t contour your face, but you did love a good highlighter and lipstick. Before Cody, you wore lipstick all the time, your go-to color was red, but Cody said he didn’t like you wearing lipstick, so you stopped.

You had forgotten how much confidence you got from something as simple as crimson red shade of lipstick, you enjoyed the boost it gave you. As you finished your makeup, your phone let you know that you had a text from Tori saying she was parking now, you sent her a text back letting her know that the door was unlocked and she could just walk in.

A few minutes later as you were giving your look for the evening one more look in the mirror, you hear the apartment door open and heels clicking on the tile floor.

“I’m here girl! Let's get drunk tonight!” Tori exclaimed as she walked through the apartment.

“If we both get drunk, how are we getting home?” You ask, not wanting to take the risk of walking anywhere after the sunset.

“You’re joking right, do you not uber anywhere?” Tori asked you looking completely dumbfounded by your question.

“No, actually I don’t. I either walk or Cody drives.” You respond.

“Lame! Girl it is the best thing ever... Like cheaper than a taxi too!” You just shook your head at your best friend. “Don’t give me that look, I am telling you it really is the best option, this way we both can drink!”

“Okay, I trust you, so let's get going thing, this night is long overdue!”

“That’s my girl!” Tori yelled. “Also girl, I am loving this look, and may I say that red lipstick should be your signature thing, because DAMN GIRL!”  You felt the blood rushing to your face when Tori gave you a compliment in her own very Tori way.

“Oh, um thanks. But I wouldn't go as far as saying a signature color. Lots of people wear red lipstick very well” You reply as you try and draw the attention off of you.

“Cut the shit, not everyone can pull it off that well, and you know it. It’s your signature color, you look fucking amazing we are going to get drunk. End of Story.” Tori stated as she grabbed your hand and started walking out the door, not giving you a chance to change anything about your outfit.

The ride to the bar wasn’t long, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time for the two of you to catch up. You did manage to tell her about the cause of the argument with Cody over Professor Evans. Earning an “Ohh girl” from Tori when you described him to her. When the uber came to a stop, you took a deep breath before sliding out, it was honestly the first time you had gone out without Cody since the two of you had been together. With a quick yell from Tori, you thanked the driver and you headed over towards Tori and you linked your arm with hers as the two of you headed in.

“Let’s have some fun!” Tori says to you

“Lets”

“Girls night!”  Tori yells as you walk through the door causing several people to stop and look at you and her. Your arm was still linked with Tori’s as your eyes scanned the faces staring back at you. Without notice, you stopped in your tracks when you recognized a face looking back at you, with a slight smirk worn across his face, Professor Evans.  

“Girls night just got a whole lot more interesting”  You mumbled to yourself as you made your way to Tori who was no at the bar.

“Okay girl, what do you want first? Jack & diet?”

“Shots first” You replied to her question.

“Ohh, girl! Yes, but why?”  Tori questioned your response.

“6 people down.” You said quietly as Tori slowly turned to look. “That’s my 307 professor”

“Damn girl, you did not do him justice,” she said earning an eye roll from you.

“Shut up and drink, because this is gonna be a long night,”  You said as you downed the shot in front of you.

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Tag List: @patzammit, @denisemarieangelina

[hawkins-high86]

Not into you part 1

Warnings:bad language smut peer pressure drinking? Jealous Peter

Review:peter admits he has actual feelings for y/n y/n is confused

Readers pov:

Ugh I said fine we went out to the parking lot what is it harry? I asked

" I am sorry for cheating on you please forgive me "he said

You have got to be kidding me really no ! I said

"Please I swear I will never do it again please y/n believe me" he said

Um , fine I guess he kissed me on my lips we went back inside the school I saw Peter just standing there looking at me I felt a knot in my stomach shit I said under my breath um Peter I said

"You still like him huh ?" He said

No um I mean it's not wh- he cut me off

"He fucking cheated on you y/n and you forgive him?" He asked

I'm sorry Peter

"Forget it " he said

I walked around to his class I walked to my class second period came around it was reading class with harry and flash and peter he was mad at me and I forgive harry did he really mean it when he said that he was sorry? I asked myself I sat down next to harry and peter sat in front of me he sat next to ned we had silent reading and we had to do a little story about books that turned into movies or TV shows and which one we liked better I wrote about the outsiders it was a book and a movie it was one of my favorite book to film adaptation I wrote about 7 sentences.

"Hey Peter " harry said

He turned around and faced us he was mad at me or possibly harry probably harry

"Hey Peter flash is having a party tonight you should come over " harry said

"Um I sure I will try to make it " he said

The bell rang it was time for lunch after lunch I walked home with Peter it was so weird we didn't say anything so um see you at the party I said I went inside my house and went upstairs to my room to get started on my homework after about 3 hours passed my I got a text from peter

[Peter🥺] hey your still going to the party right?

[Y/n] yes why are you going I asked

[Peter 🥺] yes! See you there he said

I put my phone down took a shower and got dressed I wore a light pink dress and some pink heels also I brought my midtown hoodie and some i applied someand lipstick and some light eyeshadow and some mascara I went downstairs and my dad was out thank god I saw uncle steve and natasha hey um I'm going to a party with mj and Peter I won't be out for long please dont tell dad can you cover for me ? I asked

"No" Steve said

"Yes" natasha said

"Let her go Steve " natasha said

"Ok fine " he said

I smiled thank you love you I walked out the door and went to flashes party I didn't know why I was going it was just going to be stupid and loud I walked inside the house thr door was already open so I just walked right in the music was kinda loud and there was lots of people I saw people kissing getting drunk and shit like that I saw Peter he waved at me so I came up to Hey pete and you still mad at me? I asked him

"No I could never be mad at you I just really like you " he said

Aw thanks before I could say anything else someone held my waist and turned me around it was harry

"Hey y/n " he said

Um hi I said softly

"Whats wrong " harry said

Um nothing I said

"Here " he said

He pulled out a beer and another one um no thanks I said

"Oh come on just one sip " he said

Before I could respond he took me near the kitchen with the drinks and the food and near some people oh fine I said I had one sip it turned to 5 sips than 3 more and than I got some punch which had some alcohol in it as well I have about 5 cups of punch and I was intoxicated with the alcohol I could feel it I felt dizzy and warm

"Ok that's enough y/n" harry said

No I slurred I want more i got another cup and before I could get another sip harry tried to get the cup and I was pulling on the cup and it spilled all over me what the hell I said he took me to the bathroom he closed the door and got a paper towel and put some water on the towel and tried to get the punch out of my dress.

"I'm sorry y/n" he said

Your your bullshit I slurred you cheated on me and you didn't even care do know you was there right by me it was Peter yes I said and I kissed him your your bullshit I dont love you your pretending like everything is ok but its not its not god damn it ! I yelled I feel more dizzy and warm I felt like I was going to be sick I turned around near the toilet and threw up about 2 times I could still taste the alcohol in my mouth.

"Forget it I'm out of here " harry said

Wait wait I slurred dont you walk away from me I saw harry talking to Peter for a few minutes and he went out the door great he left me I saw Peter coming up to me and he was in the bathroom with me

"Um harry told me that your not feeling well so um I am going to drive you home ok" he said

Ok I slurred he picked me up and we went outside peter had his car near the house I went to the side of the car and threw up some more and I sat in the grass I was struggling to get up and peter picked me up and put me in the car next to the passenger seat and but my seatbelt on me and started to drive away from the house good think that no body is at the tower tonight everyone else went to my dad's party for pepper I have no clue why he threw a party I didn't feel throwing uup anymore I sat my head near the window.

"So I'm going to take you to your room and I'm going to help you ok " he said

Ok-whatever I slurred I picked up my head off of the window and looked at Peter we were already in my neighborhood I looked up and down felt dizzy again looked at Peter for a while its always been you Peter parker I slurred ever since h-harry cheated on me I have been crushing on you like crazy I want to kiss you so bad right now before I could say or do anything else peter cut me off

"No I mean your drunk you don't know what your talking about " he said

What me drunk no I slurred

"Yes" he said

He got out of the car and went to the other side and carried me out into the house he took me up to my room he got the pain killers and some ice cold water and a bucket.

Peter's pov:

Y/n was so drunk she sat down on her bed I took her shoes off her

"Peter?" She asked

Yes what is it ? I asked

"Help me get out this dress please " she said

Ok fine I went behind her and pulled the zipper down until the dress was down to the floor I went to the drawers and got her a big t-shirt and some shorts

Take my bra off, Petey." She whispered softly and he pushed his hands behind you back, unclasping your bra. You dropped the material down on the floor and massaged your breasts, sighing in content and laughed

Please y/n don't do that

"Why not?" She asked

Because your drunk I said before I could say anything else she started to kiss my neck I slightly pushed her away.

"Hey I want to kiss you so bad " she slurred

I know but this isn't right your drunk and you have no idea what your doing right now I said.

"Please!" She said

She put her shorts on I helped her um please put your shirt on I said

"No " she said

Come on y/n before I could do anything else she grabbed my hand and but my hand on her left breast.

"I know you like it" she slurred

No stop I took my hand off of her breast and put the t shirt on her slightly picked her up and put her to bed and took off her shoes good night y/n I said.

"Hey wait peter " she said

Um yes I asked no response I turned the light on for a second and she was already asleep I turned off the light and walked out of her room and went into the guest room and went to bed.

Ohh hi sorry for the spelling mistakes and errors I decided to delete the other parts and rewrite the story hehe

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[scarecrow-forest]

OC Interview!

I was tagged by @amalthemir​  thanks buddy!!!

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

I’ll tag @rogue-snorunt​ @marvilus73​

1. What is your name?

“Name’s Jax, Just ‘Jax’, that’ll do.“ *tongue clicking with winks and finger guns*

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“Oh, that’s easy! That was some dude’s name. uh, my old friend, and she’s ghoul btw, That Jax guy, not me, was her friend, before all this bomb shits happened. ...well, actually, I’ve never met him in person, If I did he’d be another ghoul i guess?, but I heard he had a rich brown hair like me! HA! ain’t that awesome? huh? oh he must have been one damn fancy guy, I can feel it!”

(**FYI: that pre-war ‘Jax’ guy was Eternity’s dog. A brown retriever dog. and Jax doesn’t know about it.)

3. Are you single or taken?

"Aw ,man. I actually came here with him! oh, right there. that tall guy with glasses, *waves hands to that guy* HEY, BABE! He’s here with me to make sure I don’t spill some stupid shits.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“HA! I made that gorgeous sweet summer sunshine to fall in love with me. That can count as some super power, ay? *receives some directions from tall guy* oh, wait. which one? the sunshine part? WHY? ...fine. Can we scratch that sunshine part out? he’s kinda really very shy, so...“

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“Aw, you. *chuckles, but has no idea who marry sue is*”

6. What’s your eye color?

“it’s kinda whisky color. y’know, but like, when it’s shinning under the sun light-color. Eternity used to say it looks like a tiny piece of cazador’s wing, but I like whisky color more. *tall guy tells Jax it’s ‘amber’* oh that called an amber? yeah, you know what? my babe’s hella smart, so he’s probably right. Amber it is. ”

7. How about your hair color?

“Damn rich brown, just like that before the bomb Jax guy.”

8. Have any family members?

“Ma and pops are long gone. yeah, no need to do that sad faces, it was already a few decades ago, and there’s E, my ghoul buddy. she’s... dunno, she’s badass, one hell of a sharp shooter and no cazadors can fuck with her. so, she should be fine, or... i don’t know, man. hey can I have that sad faces now? I think now is the good time for that.”

“Oh, hey, but I got an awesome gang now! there’s, well, my sunshi-, um, babe there, a good buddy who’s a damn great sniper, tiny and perky friend who likes to punch things, Raul... I think he’s kinda picky tho, also Cass oh man, she makes this moonshine thing and those are just great. Ed-e is an awesome eyebot, they’re, yay big, and round, oh and shoot cool laser. also Rex, my good boy! and there’s a nephew of mine, He’s a really cool kid! oh I wish I could bring some fancy meals he made, man. I think he can do some magic things with foods. those are all so good.“

9. Oh? How about pets?

“dunno... Oh, OH! I heard somewhere, some scavengers take a yao guai with them as a pet? oh man that sounds so crazy. I wish i could do that.“

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

“Cazadors and Botflies, man they literally looks like one big hairy ballsack with wings. I mean, I like big hairy ballsacks, dang, my ballsack is also hairy, but COME ON. Cazadors and Botflies are just too nasty. ...*coughing sound from distance* ...oh, okay, we should scratch that ballsack talk out too, dude.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“I... uh, umm. like to read. well, no difficult stuffs tho. a--nd... hmn, like to watch my babe read something.“

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"Every time I came back from some weird ass place? and my babe, he worried sick every time. mostly It’s because of me. I’m just a big idiot and he’s a kind and smart.... *whispers* sweet summer sunshine. hehe.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Only someone’s being an ass to me, yeah.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“Me....? huh, dunno. oh, I think some girl called me Opossum once. eh, but anything’s fine, but cazador and botfly, man.”

15. Name your worst habits?

“Nah, man my habits are all the bests.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My babe, I think? He’s a really great man. Y’know. A bit shy tho. Every single day I’m becoming more of a good man, because of him.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“I’m... what was it babe? oh, I’m Pan, buddy.”

18. Do you go to school?

“what’s ‘school’?”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I.... Yeah... haha *sweats* yeah, marry... ha... next question?”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“I HAVE THAT? WHOA!!!! NO WAY!”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“Cazadors? and... well, babe's death.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Leather armor, man. those smells nasty, but pretty comfy. *receives some directions from tall guy* what? NO! THAT’S NOT ME, ARMOR STINKS, YES, BUT NOT ME! BABE! COME ON!!!!”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Is whisky a food? no? oh then, BAKED BANANA YUCCA!”

24. Am I annoying to you?

“WHA?? Nah, dude, not at all!”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Is it? *shouts to tall guy* hey babe! you okay? want some coffee? no? ... kay, I think we are good.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“I’m courier class! .... what? no?”

27. How many friends do you have?

“I’m... hmm. Many?”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“what pie? Oh- OHH! If there’s a banana yucca pie, I’m in.”

29. Favorite drink?

“A WHISKY”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“Have you ever been to the Zion? DAMN that place is crazy beautiful! my babe and I are gonna go there someday, man.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“Ah, He’s right there. hey babe! Love ya! *waves hand to him”

32. That was a stupid question…

“pfft, Nah man. but c’mon! he’s really cute right? actually, that was my pick up line. hahaha. I forgot to use my inner voice. and I said it out loud. *receives some directions from tall guy again* NO, BABE. THAT REALLY WAS MY PICK UP LINE! YES! .... *coughs*...heh... sorry about that.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“I’ll go wherever as long as It’s mirelurks free zone, and centaurs, and no radiation, and... idk, no deathclaws, geckos, and shits and stuffs. aw damn, I’ll be fine if I’m with my babe and friends, man.”

34. What’s your type?

“my type..? hmm... well, smart guy with sassy mouth, looks like sweet summer sunshine, smells like sweet summer sunshine, a bit shy, really noble and has good karma and goal that can even change my whole world. yeah, that’s my type. .... *coughing sound from distance*  No, babe! It’s not you, it’s my type. like in general thing,... WHAT? NO? WHAT OTHER GUY? NO!!! YEAH! IT’S YOU! YES, YES!! .... can we... yeah... like move on? ”

35. Any fetishes?

“uhhhh... no.... I...... ...so.. if I get horny when he’s acting all bossy, does that count as a fetish?”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“eh, dunno. both sounds all fine, i guess. when you wandering around the Mojave, you can’t be so picky, y’know.”

[jacksonxschuester]

Overboard || Beau/Jackson

Date: January 19th, 2020 Tagging: @thatbeauadams @kirinrhodes (Referenced in the starter)  Summary: Jackson and Beau go out sailing on Sunday afternoon. They entertain the idea of running away, but everything changes when Tropical Storm Sue hits full force while they’re on the water. As inexperienced sailors, the boat flips and they have to make it to shore and somehow survive.  Content Warnings: Darker themes, open water, life threatening situation, injury, hypothermia 

This was quite possibly the worst idea Jackson had ever had. But ever since Beau had agreed to it, and further fuelled the idea, Jackson had been doing tons of research and watching lots of sailing videos. Luckily the island was equipped with a few small sailboats. They had asked for permission to use one, of course, they weren't stupid enough to try and steal it from the dock. They just... may not plan on returning it. Feeding into each other's desire to run away was probably not a good idea for either of them, but Jackson was quite honestly just relieved to have a friend who wanted to do this with him. He'd never be brave enough alone, especially on a sailboat when he's never even been on a watercraft his entire life. They had happened to run into Kirin on the dock, and the Dom had happily assisted them with getting started, giving them a crash course in how to push off the dock and get going since he had sailing experience. They thanked him for his help and as they began to set sail Jackson was already forgetting the names of the parts of the boat, but he had a vague idea of the steps still.  "No- Wait! We need to um... tie the um... I can't remember what it's called. That thingy!" He pointed. "Tie it to um.... that other thing." He pointed to something else.(edited)

It was stupid. Beau knew it was stupid. Neither of them were sailing experts, and they would probably be found out before long, but hell, it was nice to entertain the idea for a while, that they could get away. Maybe they had enough recently acquired knowledge and dumb luck to actually pull this plan off. Maybe they could both run away from their problems and make it happen. Beau snorted, wrestling with one of the ropes from the sail to try and tie it to one of the hooks like he'd seen on videos. "Like this, right? To get the sail open or something?" he asked, grunting with effort as he struggled to tighten the knot.

Jackson nodded. "Yes! Exactly like that. See? We're pros already." He stepped forward to help Beau finish tightening the knot. "There... What's next? Do you remember?" Jackson asked, suddenly second guessing himself. He had definitely over-researched and was now overthinking the whole thing. He was nervous, of course. He'd never done anything like this before. He was not typically an impulsive or adventurous type. He was trying hard to keep a brave face and pretend like he knew what he was doing for Beau's sake. He hadn't told the sub anything about what had happened before the trip yet. He wasn't sure he could, or even wanted to, talk about it.

Beau chuckled and stood, stretching his arms a bit. even though he would never admit it, there was a flutter of nerves in his belly. What if they actually did manage to pull this off? Shaking his head, he banished those thoughts, looking back to Jackson. "Uh... I think one of us needs to be here," he said, patting the end of the sail that they could shift to control the direction. "But other than that I think we're okay for now? Sail's open, we're moving... and I have the map thing on my phone to get us to the nearest island that isn't Sue's."

"Okay... right. Let's take shifts. You wanna go first?" Jackson offered. He took a seat, taking a deep breath. The smell of the ocean air was intense, but in a way, Jackson found it calming. Maybe it was years of buying  "ocean breeze" scented candles, which smelled exactly like this, minus the stench of fish. "Should we just stay at that island?" He wondered out loud. "If its not populated already, the laws can't touch us. We can live out our lives there and we won't even have to worry about finding a claim." He shrugged.(edited)

Beau nodded, making himself comfortable on the seat near the... thing he needed to hold. "Sounds good to me. Maybe? If there's no one there, we can go total Survivor mode and just hang there. Even if it is populated, I'm sure there's a way we can get like... a black market claim or something. After that we don't have to adhere to marks or anything. We can just make a life together, you know? I think you and I could find a way to be happy in each other's company," he admitted, looking down at his lap. "Not romantically or anything. Just as friends. Non-traditional life partners. That kind of thing."

"I get what you're saying. We could definitely make a good life. I'm not sure I want to know what a black market claim looks like though. Maybe if that island is populated, we should just get back on the boat and find the next island?" Jackson looked back at the island they'd just departed. He had a feeling of simultaneously never wanting to see it again, and wishing he could return to find everything had changed. Realistically, he was nothing more than live bait in a survival situation. But it was nice to pretend he felt confident that they'd survive.

He chuckled. "I mean like... one where we don't have to prove how into our marks we are. Just someone to give us official paperwork and shit without all the pomp and circumstance," he clarified. "But maybe. As long as whatever deserted island we find has some kind of resources, I think we could figure out the survival thing." Sure it would suck most likely never having sex again, but it had only brought problems into his life.

"Ohh. That makes sense. That's gotta be expensive though, right? I didn't bring any money. I guess we'll just play things by ear and go with the flow?" He shrugged. He looked up. The sky was starting to get darker. "Do you know what time it is?" He hadn't thought it was that late when they started sailing, and he'd left his phone behind because he didn't want anyone using the GPS to trace them.

"I can find a way to access my accounts without alerting anyone. They're all under my name and I have a decent amount squared away from the pod." And his fans would be disappointed, but honestly... he didn't know how much longer he could go seeing Ryder and Archer all fucking loved up and feeling like a constant afterthought. His nose wrinkled, and he looked at his phone with a frown. "It's only like... three? It definitely shouldn't be getting this dark...."

Jackson tried to dispel the feeling of unease the darkening sky gave him. "Maybe it'll rain?" He said, not really liking the idea of rain on this voyage. He'd only just learned to sail, he didn't need rain on top of it. "So, how much do you make off that podcast anyway?" He asked, curious.

“Maybe? I... it kinda looks like it,” he agreed, his stomach flipping nervously. Beau made a minor adjustment to the sail, clearing his throat to center himself. “Uh, about 3 grand a month now? Between sponsors and patrons. It’s a pretty sweet gig.”

Jackson blinked in surprise. "Oh... wow. That's... really impressive. Good for you." He said. "I keep thinking I want to try selling my art, but I'm so nervous about putting it out there."

Beau flashed him a soft smile. “Just gotta take the dive, my friend. You won’t know until you try.” He glanced to the horizon, realizing with a gulp that the sky was getting darker.

Jackson supposed Beau was right, but he still had his doubts. "Do you think we should turn  back?" He asked, the island they'd departed from was starting to look a little small, but it was still present on the horizon, if a bit shrouded in fog now... where had that come from?

He looked back as well, his heart thudding a little bit when he noticed that the island looked a lot farther away now thanks to the fog. A distant rumble of thunder grumbled. "I... probably. This looks a little gnarly and definitely not something we're prepared for. Fuck," he muttered, going to the - rudder, maybe? - to try and shift the direction of the sail.

Almost too suddenly, the water had begun to act up. It hadn't been as noticable when they were traveling in just one direction, but now that they were trying to turn every wave they hit was obvious. As the boat rocked Jackson  gripped the side. "Um... keep turning?" He suggested. He wrongly figured the faster they turned around the easier it would be to head back.

Everything seemed to suddenly be moving too fast. The wind picked up without warning, making it difficult for Beau to turn the sail. "I'm... trying," he grunted out, struggling. "Come help me? The wind is getting too strong for just me," Beau pointed out.

Jackson stood, and had to use various things around the boat to stabilize himself as it was difficult to walk normally. He made it over to Beau and helped push. They managed to get the sail to turn just as it started to rain. And then a guest of wind amd a wave came and rocked the boat wildly. "Beau, hang on!!" Jackson yelled, clinging to the boat. Luckily, the boat stay upright, but in this position they wouldn't have that kind of luck for long. They need to angle the boat so the stern was perpendicular to the waves, not parallel like it was now. But the sail was suddenly out of reach... how did that happen?

"Shit!" Beau stumbled as he tried to keep hold of the lever, rain streaming down his face. He tried to muscle the sail into the proper place, to try and turn the small boat, but the wind kept jerking the canvas back, making the boat rock even more crazily. "Jackson, where are you?" he called, the rain getting even heavier, making it difficult to see even the few feet.

"Here!" He yelled,  he forced his way back to Beau to help with the sail, but the wind was too strong for them both now. Another large wave pushed the boat causing Jackson to lose balance and fall against the side. The wave kept growing, pushing the boat up high and almost entirely on its side. Jacksom was disoriented, he had no idea how close they were to the island now, but he was pretty sure this boat was not going to make it there. "Beau!! Hold on to something!" He called.

His heart was thudding in his chest, the sound of it almost drowned out by the sound of the rain and waves. He held on as tight as he could, one hand on the rope, one hand on the handle as he struggled to stay on the deck. "Jackson!" He twisted his head around to see where the switch was, finally able to make out the shape of him on the boat. "Jackson, don't let go!" Out of everything - Beau knew he couldn't lose Jackson in this. They would get out together, get safe together - because he had a feeling this boat wouldn't be staying afloat much longer, the waves thrashing more wildly around them.

Jackson felt helpless as the boat thrashed about, at this point there was nothing he could do to stop it as the unforgiving sea pushed again with all its might, and the boat overturned. Jackson felt his body enter the cold water and the air left his lungs just as quick. His first thought was that this is how he was going to die, but maybe that was okay. He struggled to draw breath to call out to Beau, but he clung to the overturned vessel with all his might. It would sink eventually, he knew that. But until then he had to hang on. At least until he knew Beau was okay. Once he knew that Beau was okay, he wouldn't worry so much about hanging on. Finally, after many attempts, he weakly called out, "Beau!!! Beau are you okay??"

The feeling of dread that pulsed through him when the boat flipped wad even more chilling than the thrashing waves. Beau spluttered and fought to break through the surface of the water, miraculously still hanging on to a length of rope from the boat by the time he burst through the waves. Jackson. He had to get Jackson. "Jackson, where are you?" he called, clinging onto the boat, working  his way around it until he bumped into something decidedly softer. Jackson. "Fuck... come here, we h-have to stay together," he said through chattering teeth, looping the rope around Jackson's waist first, clumsily tying a knot as tight as he could before doing the same to himself, his hands rubbed raw on the rough rope.

The rope was smart. Beau was the smartest person Jackson knew, sometimes. The waves were still going strong, tossing them and the boat around as they both clung to it. "W-what do we d-do now?" He asked, fairly positive there was no way this could end happily.

Beau swallowed hard, trying to think through the mind-numbing cold and the thrash of the waves around them. The boat was going fast, and he knew enough that even a small boat would try to drag them under. "We... we h-have to try to get back to shore," he decided, looking toward the horizon, the island barely visible in the distance through the rain and wind. "I don't know how but we have to try."

Jackson sputtered as water splashed right over his head. He looked in the direction of the island, getting to shore was surely an impossible task. "I... I'm n-not a g-good s-swimmer." He said. "A-Are you s-sure?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. “The boat’s going down - we have to try to get back. Just... hang on to the rope, I’ll work on getting us in.” Beau had no idea if he would be able to get them to shore, but he would try, Damn it. Swallowing down his panic, he looked to Jackson and nodded before beginning to swim, his muscles almost instantly beginning to ache.

Jackson felt a surge of panic course through his chest as Beau let go of the boat. The switch held on for a moment longer, scared to face the unknown. But he had to let go... he released the boat and began to follow Beau as best he could. He wasn't  a swimmer, but a certain amount if Instinct kicked in and told him he had to keep his arms and legs moving. It was extremely difficult, especially with the way the water kept moving and thrashing them about. Jackson was struggling to keep his head above water, but he could still feel Beau on the other end of the rope. That's all that mattered right now.

Beau did his best to keep swimming in the direction he thought the shore was. The waves were forcing him under more often than not, and the rain made it hard to see. He didn't know how long he'd been working at swimming when he looked up again, noticing that the shadow of the island seemed larger than before-  closer. "Come on, Jackson, we're getting there!" he called, his voice raspy. With renewed strength - or something like it - he kicked harder, a rush of waves forcing them forward beyond his control. He had a split second to see what they were going to hit before it happened, and he turned his body, trying to make sure he took the brunt of the impact against the rocks and not the switch attached to him.

Jackson could hear Beau yelling, but he wasn't sure what the sub was saying. He was exhausted. He was freezing cold. He  didn't want to keep going... a wave picked them up and pushed them forward and Jackson had only milliseconds to react when a large rock appeared in their path. Jackson saw Beau turn but there was nothing he could do. The sub hit the rock, and Jackson hit Beau... he luckily had the presence of mind to wrap his arms around Beau and roll his own body so they would continue to be carried by the waves instead of stuck pressed against the rock. "Beau! Are you okay??"

He pressed his lips together to prevent the shout that wanted to come out when the rock slammed against his back, scraping his skin even through his sopping shirt. Fuck. He swallowed hard, holding onto Jackson and nodding. "I'm fine, just... shit, there's more," he hissed out, the waves carrying them closer to shore but closer to shore meant more rocks in their way. He did his best to take most of the impact as he could, every part of his body seemingly taking a hit until, by some miracle, he felt his feet brush the ocean floor while his head was above water. "We're almost there!"

Jackson tried his best to keep them away from the rocks, but they were both at the mercy of the cruel ocean waters. Jackson's limbs were numb by this point. He was having trouble staying focused. He felt his body collide with rocks once or twice, but it seemed like Beau was taking the brunt of the force. Jackson had long given up hope by the time Beau felt the ocean floor. Jackson couldn't feel anything. He was so cold... "G-Go a-a-ahead....." He told Beau. "I c-can't g-go f-further." He was pretty confident now Beau would make it to shore, but he didn't need to keep weighing the other boy down.

Beau looked to Jackson and shook his head. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, though his muscles burned with the effort he was putting in to trying to get them to shore. "Like hell am I leaving you," he replied in a fierce growl, unaware that his eyes had watered. "Come on. We're getting there together, or we're not getting there at all!" He wrapped one arm around Jackson, his legs screaming in protest as he started walking towards shore, spluttering as waves and rain pelted his face relentlessly.

Jackson tried, to his credit. But he was finding it difficult to move his limbs at all. Somehow, though, Beau managed to keep going. The closer they got to shore the farther away it seemed to Jackson. They'd never make it... how could they? Jackson kept stumbling here and there, but through some force of will he managed to stay upright until they were almost fully out of the water. The cold air on his cold, wet skin was making him shiver uncontrollably. He couldn't stop, and his legs wouldn't work anymore. He fell against Beau, trying his best to not collapse completely.

He felt like he was just breathing in water, the cold air burning like salt water on his abused throat. Beau grunted when he felt Jackson's weight collapse against him but somehow, he managed to get them both across the beach, under a copse of trees where it was slightly less rainy. Only then did he let his legs give out, collapsing onto his back and crying out as he put pressure on the many scrapes covering his skin. His head was spinning - had he hit that too? "Jackson?"

Jackson blinked, and suddenly he was on land again. Were those... trees? He heard someone say his name. Beau. It was Beau. They were both on the ground, still soaking wet... Jackson still couldn't stop shivering. "Wh-What n-now?" He asked, trying to stay with it.

He shifted as much as he could to the other man, some part of him thinking that body heat would be important. They had to warm up somehow. “Someone’s gotta be looking... they’ll find us,” he said, tugging lightly at Jackson. “C’mere. Fuck -“ he hissed as his shirt dragged over one of many cuts. “Have to... try to be warm...”

Jackson moved closer to Beau at the gentle tugging. Warm was a concept he couldn't even imagine right now. Beau's skin felt cold too, but at least it was better than the cold air. Jackson was slowly becoming aware of things like sand and blood sticking to his skin. "Y-you're hurt..." he observed, trying to brush some sand off his arms.

He winced as he moved one arm to wrap around Jackson. It wasn't much - but he could try. Beau shook his head, vaguely aware of a warm trickle by his temple - he'd hit his head harder than he thought. "I'll be fine. Been through worse." He let out a slow breath, closing his eyes. "I know this might be hard for you right now, but just breathe and stay close. They'll find us soon. Breathe - breathe with me," he muttered.

Jackson wasn't sure how things could get much worse than this, but that was a conversation for another day. He tried to breathe, like Beau said, but his lungs were weak and tired and he still couldn't stop shivering. 

[junionigiri]

BNHA Rarepair Month - Day 23 - Tattoos

for @bnha-rarepair-month​

Summary: Seeing her interest in tattoos, Tokage brings Uraraka with her to Illusion Ink, where her girlfriend Jirou works as an apprentice. Much to Uraraka's surprise, however, Todoroki Shouto is also there getting inked. (Cafe/Hospital AU part 2)

Relationship(s): Tokage Setsuna/Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako (SetsuJirouChako); Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako (TodoChako)

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: I know I tagged this one as SetsuJirouTodoChako in the other platforms but yeaaaaah. Please enjoy the disaster that is Uraraka Ochako hehehe. Story TBC in the upcoming dates~

Uraraka Ochako sighs as she pulls off her OR scrub suit in the women’s lockers. She doesn’t always feel like shit and that she’s super incompetent at her job, but then again she didn’t always have to assist Dr. Hakamata for three consecutive surgeries. After being yelled at and threatened to be stitched up the ceiling about fifty times, her ego had just about enough bruising.

“I’ve had my share of miserable days, but you make a funeral look like a rave, Uraraka.”

Uraraka looks up from her miserable face reflected in her little mirror inside her little locker to look at the woman who entered. “Oh--Dr Tokage? What’re you doing here?”

The green-haired internist gives her a saw-tooth grin as she saunters in with a sterile set of scrubs. “Cardiac monitoring duties. I ran into a miserable-looking Honenuki on the way here. I’m guessing you both got an acute case of Best Jeans Syndrome.”

“You got that right, doc,” Uraraka says with another despondent sigh, one that she pulls out of the very depths of her being. “I was literally moments away from being torn into shreds and woven into the world’s ugliest quilt… I made so many booboos that…”

Oh sweet fuck Happy Thanksgiving. 

“That I can’t…” Uraraka struggles, as Tokage Setsuna casually starts pulling off her scaly-green dress, showing off an arsenal of tattoos over the smooth skin of her arms, chest, belly, and hips, and the most toned body on a woman she’s ever seen, ever, in her short existence as a disastrous bisexual. When the girl bends over to shimmy out of her shoes, Uraraka had to turn around to stop staring at her toned ass. “Sorry doc, I totally forgot what I was saying--”

Dr. Tokage chuckles. Through the little mirror in her locker, Uraraka sees that her stupid pink cheeks have turned cherry red. She’s probably a few moments away from floating herself into an embarrassed heap in the ceiling, if the doctor didn’t speak in the next second. “It’s fine. People tend to do that when they see all the tats. I regularly get shit over it, like why does a doctor look like a freakin’ Yakuza member, and things like that--”

“Th-that’s not what I w-was thinking at all!” Uraraka stammers, willing herself to look at the green-haired girl again. Thankfully, Dr. Tokage’s already pulling down the scrub top, and the brunette’s heart is spared a heap of extra work load. “I think your tats are amazing! I wish I had about half as many as you do! I just have a small one myself, and it’s not that nice-looking…”

“You think so? I’m sure it ain’t that bad,” says Tokage, with a playful little smirk on her wide mouth. “Care to show me?”

Uraraka blushes up to her hairline and internally beats herself up for even mentioning her tattoo. Because while she’s a little proud of having the courage to get a tattoo in the first place, she isn’t sure that she wants to show her fat ass to Tokage… especially not after she’s given such a lovely a visual treat.

Still, it’d be weird not to show it to her at this point, so she tries not to be too obviously reluctant when she pulls down her pants and shows the skin of the outside of her left thigh, angling her butt outwards so the other girl can see it. Her blush doesn’t die down as Tokage appraises it, bending her face so close over her bottom that she feels her piercing gaze on her.

“That’s such a cute little astronaut, Uraraka!” giggles the doctor, green eyes dilating from slits into interested dark oblongs. “And those cute planet-balloons! Are you into outer space or something?”

“Y… yeah… space is cool,” she says dumbly, making herself internally flinch at how uncool she sounds. Luckily though, Tokage doesn’t seem to mind her silliness, and just gives that melodic laugh again. She tries to recover by adding, “I mean… I want to have another tattoo… maybe like, a half sleeve or something, with all the planets--”

She shows off her bare arm, which contrasts quite markedly against Tokage’s decorated one. She sees that her muscly right arm has various sharp-toothed dinosaurs on it, inked in spectacular detail.

The green-haired girl hums thoughtfully, tapping one scaly finger to her chin. “You serious about that, Uraraka?”

The nurse blinks as she regards Tokage’s daring stare. “Yeah, I’m serious… I guess? I mean, I’ve looked around for artists and stuff, but as for design...”

“Coolness. That’s all I need to hear.” The girl shows off her sharp teeth again and raises both eyebrows. “You’re done with your shift, yeah? You should wait for me. This thing’ll take, like, a second or so--”

“Huh? But--”

“I mean, as long as the patient doesn’t die or anything,” she adds with a chortle and a graceful wave of her inked hand. “I’ll see you at the cafeteria in like, a couple of hours? Hey, maybe I can leave my mouth with you so we can keep talking?”

The young nurse yelps in horror and stammers the most polite no thank you I don’t want to spend the next two hours with your sexy disembodied mouth, and Tokage only cackles in response. In a few moments, the woman disappears into the operating room suites, and Uraraka can only calm her silly pink cheeks down and get dressed. 

*

Clad in her casual clothes (which is just a faded black tank top, joggers, and a pair of sneakers), Uraraka nervously chews on the plastic straw half-dipped in her lukewarm coke when she sees Dr. Tokage amble up to her, clad once more in an emerald-green snakeskin dress and a white coat.

In her doctor-ly regalia, all her tattoos are hidden from plain sight. There’s a certain thrill that comes with knowing how the map of her body looks like, while the rest of the world around her doesn’t. “So good news, the patient’s alive and I get to go home while Ibara-chan takes care of the rest. You ready to go, Uraraka?” she asks, sticking out her forked tongue for good measure.

“I guess?” Uraraka answers uneasily. Wherever Tokage’s taking her, she hopes it’s a place where she can see those lovely dinosaur-studded arms again.

They walk out of the hospital, with Tokage filling the empty air between them with chatter. Uraraka’s amazed by her ability to be able to make a conversation about anything. By the time they reach their destination, the young nurse finds herself up-to-date with all the latest gossip going around the hospital. In particular, one involving Dr. Todoroki and his father, the present number one pro-hero Endeavor, who’s allegedly on a head-hunt for a perfect mate with a perfect quirk so he can arrange a marriage and hopefully produce a grandchild who’d actually agree to being a pro hero, unlike any of his children who avoided heroism like the plague.

Uraraka wrinkles her nose at that. Arranged marriages--aren’t they a thing of the distant past? Or like stupid plot devices in shoujo manga, just an excuse for ordinary MCs to interact with impossibly rich and handsome men? Well, Dr. Todoroki Shouto indeed fits the bill for your standard shoujo or josei hero. He has the wealth, the breeding, and the brooding too. Just enough torment to be interesting, but not overwhelming, like Dr. Tokoyami or Dr. Kuroiro from radiology.

And the looks. Ohh, buddy boy, the looks. That dual-toned hair, those crazy heterochromatic eyes, how very, very pretty his face looks, even with the scar on his face. Not to mention how unfairly muscled his body is, for someone who spends all his time doing neurosurgery and probably not much of anything else. Uraraka’s spent many semiconscious moments inside and outside the OR watching him undress and unglove and unmask, enjoying how his strong arms look while scrubbing down for the next procedure--

Wait, did she really just--with Doctoroki again, of all people--ugh, Uraraka wants to punch herself in the damn face. She hasn’t even finished fantasizing about Dr. Tokage, and here she is moving on to the Hosu Gen’s unofficial image model--who, by the way, doesn’t even have a good reason to interact with her outside the OR.

But even though Uraraka’s notoriously mercurial when it comes to her crushes, Dr. Todoroki’s one of her strong constants. She always comes in danger of losing herself in her thoughts when she thinks of him, for some reason. What a true disaster she’s turning out to be.

She focuses her attention instead on the small place they’ve ended up, called Illusion Inks. The young nurse tilts her head curiously at the entrance and doesn’t move until Tokage does a little come-hither motion with her fingers.

“Come on. Are you backing out or something, Uraraka?” she asks teasingly.

“Um,” she begins uneasily, rubbing her arm self-consciously, “I know I said I wanted a tattoo, but I didn’t mean tonight--”

“No time like the present, babe,” is all the green-haired girl says before she forcibly drags Uraraka by the arm and into the threshold. Damn, the woman’s frickin’ strong, those muscles aren’t just for show.

The inside of the shop is nice and neat and bright. The walls are full of illustrations of varying themes, all of them dream-like: dragons and florals and creatures of the deep blue sea. Uraraka finds herself taken in particular by the galaxy themed ones, showing off clouds of purple and deep red surrounding a sea of stars.

She doesn’t pay attention to the beautiful illustrations for very long, though. Behind the counter is who Uraraka swears is an actual pixie of the dark-elemental type unless proven otherwise--straight, dark hair that falls above her shoulders, dark purple eyes that have just-enough-torment, and smooth beautiful skin riddled with tattoos all over her arms, neck, and chest. Her elongated earlobes are plugged into her phone, and she seems to be strumming on a phantom guitar before she looks up to the two visitors.

She breaks out into a cute grin. “Hey, Setsuna~ My fav crazy internist!”

“Kyouka! My beautiful tattooed angel, I missed you!”

Uraraka watches as they share a kiss that definitely lasts for more than ten seconds. She wonders whether it’s polite to look away or not, and whether it’s normal to suddenly feel so single and miserable upon the sight of two beautiful girls kissing until they thankfully break apart.

The girl called Kyouka then turns to Uraraka and regards her with a curious stare. “So Setsuna, are you going to introduce me, or…?”

“Of course I am,” she says, with some sass. “This here’s Uraraka Ochako, one of the best OR nurses in Hosu Gen, and your next beautiful canvas.”

“Hey. Jirou Kyouka. I’m an apprentice here,” the girl offers, offering out her hand for Uraraka to shake. “If I look familiar, it’s probably ‘cause you see me down the street sometimes trying not to kill my boss and co-worker at NTG Cafe.”

Uraraka gasps. “Oh, you work there? Your cold brew’s amazing. And yeah, I’ve seen your boss maybe once? I’d just like to say, from the bottom of my heart: yikes.”

Jirou laughs heartily at this. “I like this girl. You should ask her out too, Setsuna.”

The green-haired girl hums thoughtfully. “I was getting to that,” she begins, and before Uraraka can even process what they meant, Tokage’s already shrugging off her doctor’s coat, and she’s looking at those wonderful arms again, and all sound reasoning goes out the window. “Anyways, Kyouka, Uraraka here tells me that she wants a galaxy-themed sleeve to match the cute little astronaut she has tattooed on her toned-as-fuck left thigh--”

… she likes my thigh? Uraraka stammers bashfully in her head, before she realizes that Tokage’s already motioning for her to take of her pants right there to show Jirou the astronaut. Blushing, she obliges, hooking her thumb against the garter of her joggers while severely regretting her choice of hot-pink, kitten-print cotton undies that day, to show off her ass and all its unseemly stretchmarks for the second time that evening.

Jirou whistles low and carefully touches her skin and traces the outlines of the astronaut and balloons with her calloused fingertips. “Wow, it’s so cute, Uraraka. You might need to have it retouched, but it’s really well-made. Who’s your artist?”

“Um… he moved away, but Kamakiri-san from Mantis Tattoos did this one--”

“Yikes. Another mess of a human being, that mans is. Totes cray-cray, amirite?” a different, sultry voice calls out from behind them.

Uraraka goes ramrod straight and struggles dumbly to pull her pants up, but instead drops the mess of fabric to the floor. A tangled mess of astonishment and horror finds itself uncoiling inside her chest when she sees just who comes out of the back of the shop, to also stare at the little insignificant artwork on her thigh.

Uraraka thinks that the woman who walks in is the very definition of babe--long, light brown hair that falls over her shoulders, wide brown eyes, full lips with a tasteful hint of rouge, an hourglass figure accentuated by a jet-black bodycon dress that shows off her ample cleavage. Like everyone else in this damn place, all her exposed skin is covered in ink. Most of them are floral and dreamy and absolutely gorgeous, of course, and if she were the only one there, Uraraka would have spent more time appreciating all the details.

Yet, the person next to her just…!!! Makes her want to drop dead right there!!! Makes her want to walk her fat ass back to the ER and ask for a sedative that’ll last her for the next seven years!

Because why in seven hells would Todoroki Shouto, of all people, be standing there with his shirt only half-way on, with his stupid sexy arms and stupid sexy torso and stupid sexy abs on full display, his stupid sexy mouth half-open and curious, and his stupid sexy eyes directed right at her naked, stretchmarky ass?!

Uraraka knows that she should probably pull her stupid pants up and rescue what little dignity she has left. Her little brain goes shit shit shit as it takes her too long to hide her butt and her silly underwear and tattoo.

Thankfully, his stare doesn’t last very long. He makes an awkward noise in his throat, trains those distinct eyes elsewhere, and mutters, “I didn’t see anything, Uraraka.”

Yes you did, you obviously did, Doctorokiiii whyyyy do you exist, she cries in her head. Beside her, she hears Tokage trying to keep her shit together. She somehow manages not to float her ass up the ceiling and into outer space and to straighten up.

She hears the woman laughing next to her. “You didn’t? Too bad, fam, those are the nicest set of gams I’ve ever seen in me life. Cannot. Even.”

When Uraraka dares herself to look at the young doctor again, she sees that he’s already got his shirt back on and that his face is a little pink and he couldn’t look at Uraraka in the eye. She ponders briefly if she needs to leave the OR--maybe ICU has openings or something.

“So… Camie, I hear she wants a galaxy-themed sleeve, so I’m planning to make some designs for her right now,” the dark-haired girl pipes up brightly, interrupting Uraraka’s shame-filled train of thought.

The bombshell named Camie puts a finger to her full lips and makes a show of thinking about it. “This’ll be your biggest project to date, fam. You up to this?”

“Sure am, boss.” Jirou makes a show of flexing her slender arm and all its tattoos. Tokage subsequently swoons theatrically next to her.

“Yass~ then she’s all yours, my sweet child. Although, ya gotta make time for her after closing hours. We’re fully booked for, like, the next hundred years and so~”

“Leave it to me.” Jirou does a lazy salute and gives Uraraka a pure, excited smile, one that momentarily makes the nurse about the terrible misfortunes that had happened to her and her ass just then. All she wants to do now is to spend the rest of the evening with this beautiful pixie, talking about the vast infinity of space, all the undiscovered planets, aliens--

“Hey, Todoroki, lemme see your back!” Tokage says, pulling at the end of his shirt.

“Okay.”

Suddenly, Todoroki’s shirt comes off again, and Uraraka feels the Big Bang emulating in her brain once more. She cannot keep her jaw from opening like Pandora’s box as she takes in the beautiful sight.

Dr. Todoroki Shouto’s back is a fuckin’ masterpiece, and she isn’t talking about the obra maestra of a tattoo that Camie must have been working on before they arrived. Even miniscule movements of his arms and torso--fuck, even when he fucking breathes she sees muscles moving deliciously under his skin. It’s not too bulky either, just lean and well-proportioned and tasteful. Everything the light touches is a kingdom for her eyes to feast on--her fingers itched to touch the cuts--

Oh, and also, the tattoo. There’s saran wrap over it, but Uraraka still sees that it’s so beautiful it’s fearsome. Two dragons, entwined in each other, staring each other down as if they’re preparing for a battle to the death. On the right the dragon is grey and white, with glaciers surrounding it. On the left, a red dragon with hot blue eyes is engulfed in flame. The tattoo isn’t complete yet, and most of the skin on his back is swollen and tender, but Uraraka can tell that once it completely heals, it’ll be the most beautiful back in the history of all backs.

“Hot damn, Todoroki,” Tokage whistles. “Knowing you though, it still screams daddy issues--I mean, really, ice versus fire? You’re still hung up about that mess? But. Hot fucking damn.”

“Sure,” Todoroki says flatly, not deigning himself to remark about the daddy issues thing. Uraraka sees a little annoyed flash in his eyes, however, and she’s sure that he isn’t thinking of Tokage’s super foul remarks.

“Lit, ain’t it? My best work to date, even if I say so myself,” Camie says, proudly strutting around to stare at her handiwork once again. “We gots maybe two sesh’s to go, and his back’s good to go. You like it, Astronaut Sis?”

Uraraka closes her mouth shut and hates herself for the loud sound it makes. “Y-yeah, it’s pretty… um, lit,” she offers weakly.

She tries not to think too hard about the slightly-less-disinterested look that Todoroki gives her before he shrugs on his shirt again. He gives a curt little nod to Camie and says, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, Utsushimi.”

“Sure, TodoBroki. Have fun saving lives and all,” Camie says, puckering her lips for a flying kiss that the dual-toned man ignores blatantly as he turns for the exit.

Uraraka thinks that she’s finally going to be able to catch her breath, but suddenly Todoroki stops at the door and turns his mismatched eyes to her. “Uraraka,” he calls out, making her freeze.

“Y-yes, Doc?” she stammers, her posture suddenly meek and all nurse-like.

There’s that odd look on his face again, and for a second Uraraka worries that he’ll tell her not to spread the word about his huge fucking ass back tattoo, but all he says is, “Show me your tat once you’re done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Uraraka doesn’t know what she says in response, but he gives her a ghost of a smile before he leaves the premises.

When she deflates, Tokage and Jirou are positively cackling at her, and all she’s able to manage is a whine about how unfair life is. “I can’t believe I just showed Dr. Todoroki Shouto my ass,” she whines into Tokage’s arms, as the lizard girl holds her in mock-comfort.

“And as a direct result of it, he’s in-love with your astronaut ass,” the doctor remarks with a sawtooth grin. “But we can talk about our future foursome later. Right now, please let my beautiful and talented girlfriend draw on your sexy arm, Uraraka!”

Uraraka obliges and follows Jirou out into the back, where they finally talk about her tattoo. But she finds out how much of a struggle it is to keep her thoughts in outer space when most of her mind is occupied by fire and ice.  

[icebirdsmateforlife]

Worst Kept Secrets (three times Sid and Geno are very careful and one time they wonder what for)

Sid and Geno are very good at hiding. No really. They are. Nobody will ever suspect a thing.

This is a fluffy birthday gift for @sheepassisted because she deserves fluffy things on her birthday. People who share a birthday with Geno always deserve fluffy things. I don't make the rules. Happy birthday! ���♥

AO3

I.

“I can come up with an excuse,” Sid says for what feels like the tenth time. “He wouldn't mind. I'm sure he would just -”

“Can't always make excuse,” Geno reminds him, softly kissing him on the lips, their limbs still tangled together under the sheets. It's warm and comfortable here and Sid never wants to get out of bed. They slept late. There won't even be enough time for morning sex if he doesn't call Tanger right this second and tell him he can't go play mini golf with him and Alex today. But then, it's probably already too late. It's 8:45 and Tanger said he'd pick him up at 9. He doesn't even have time for breakfast anymore.

“I guess you're right.” Sid sighs. “But I want to stay here with you!”

Geno smiles and pulls him in closer. “I come back tonight, if you want.”

Sid laughs and bumps their noses together. “Of course I want that, I always want -” He breaks off, interrupted by the doorbell ringing downstairs, and he curses, shooting out of bed so quickly he gets his legs tangled in the sheets and almost falls flat on his face. “Shit. He's early.”

Geno's eyes are wide. “My car, what if he see -”

“You parked it in the garage last night, remember?” Geno's shoulders sag in relief while Sid struggles into last night's clothes, too pressed for time to pick out clean ones from the closet. “I gotta go, be quiet up here until we're gone, and be back in time for dinner? Love you, see you tonight!” He barely waits for Geno's response before he's jumping down the stairs three steps at a time. “Be right there,” he yells, stepping into one shoe, hopping on one foot to get the second one on as he reaches for the door.

“Hi,” Tanger says, smiling brightly.

“Hey,” Sid says, hoping he doesn't sound out of breath, that is face isn't as flushed as it feels.

Tanger slowly looks him up and down, frowning. “Are you okay?” he asks, and Sid blinks back at him.

“Yeah, sure, why?”

“Because,” Tanger gestures at his feet. “You're wearing two different shoes.”

Geno chooses that exact moment to sneeze upstairs, and Sid does his best to cover the noise with a cough, swearing loudly in his head. Fucking shit. Fucking shit. If Tanger find out... “I overslept,” he says. “Must have grabbed one wrong one in a hurry.”

“Ohh...kay.” Tanger doesn't really look like he believes him, but thankfully lets it go anyway.

Sid manages to find matching shoes without Geno making any further noises upstairs. His heart is still pounding as he closes the door behind himself making a mental note to be more careful from now on. Way, way more careful.

II.

“Come on, Geno,” Sid says, weakly pushing at his chest even though he really doesn't want Geno to stop. He never wants him to stop. He never knew he had a thing for having his neck kissed, but either it's a thing for him, or Geno is just that good at it.

“Few more minutes,” Geno mumbles, and gently bites at the skin where Sid's neck meets his shoulder.

“We've been in here for, like, ten minutes already,” Sid points out. “Someone's gonna notice we've both disappeared at the same time eventually.”

It's not really a party, just a few of the guys and their wives and girlfriends hanging out at Geno's for a good meal and a couple of beers. And Sid knew it was a stupid idea to follow Geno upstairs when he went to get a cardigan, and an even stupider idea to shove the bedroom door closed and let Geno kiss him silly against it. Someone's gonna notice. Eventually.

“Okay.” Geno sighs, resting his forehead against Sid's. “Probably right. But...you can stay? Tonight?”

Sid kisses him, slow and soft. “Of course,” he says. “That was always the plan.”

“Love you,” Geno says, and Sid kisses him again before they join their friends back downstairs.

For another blissful half hour he thinks they got away with it, until Olli looks at him, tilts his head, and says, “That's a really impressive hickey.”

Of course, everybody hears. And everybody turns their heads to look. Tanger even pokes him in the neck, right where the mark has to be. Sid claps a hand over it quickly, even though he knows there's no use hiding it anymore. His mind is racing.

“Has that been there all night and we didn't see?” Rusty says, and Sid jumps when Geno speaks up right behind him.

“I see earlier,” he says. “You don't? Been there all night. I'm only wait for Sid telling us about hot date last night. Is not nice, letting friends wait, Sid!”

Sid almost sighs with relief. “I don't kiss and tell,” he says, with what he hopes is a smug smile.

“That thing is huge,” Jake points out. “It's so weird we all missed that. How could we miss that? It's the size of Canada.”

“You just busy drinking too much,” Geno says, and waves an arm toward the kitchen. “Sid can get us more snack to soak up alcohol, if he refuse to tell about hot date.”

Sid gives him a grateful smile as he does his best to walk from the room at a normal pace. Geno deserves a thank-you blowjob for that one later for sure. Right after a stern lecture about where he can put his mouth and what he can do with it when they have company.

III.

They brought their suits because they're going to hit the road right after this optional morning skate, but neither of them felt like dressing up that early in the morning. Sid hadn't even really wanted to go to morning skate in the first place, but they'd been up and Geno had said maybe they should because they hadn't gone to the last few in favour of staying in bed together, and Sid had agreed.

Now they're showered and getting dressed, joking with the other guys who are there, and Sid doesn't notice anything different as he grabs his shirt and sticks his arm through one sleeve. His laughter at a joke Tommy told fades as he tries to get his other arm through the other sleeve, and the fabric stretches unusually tight across his shoulders. He looks down at himself, seeing the shirt fall down all the way to his thighs.

He stops laughing all together and suddenly feels cold. Oh no. He knows exactly what happened.

“G, what the fuck are you wearing?” Tanger asks, sounding horrified, and Sid swallows, not daring to turn around. But he does anyway.

Geno stands there, shirt unbuttoned – a shirt that sits way too loose across his shoulders but ends way too high on his hips.

“Um,” Geno says, looking a little freaked out, and Sid tries to tug at his own shirt sleeve, struggling to get out of it before anybody sees -

“Dude,” Tommy laughs. “Did you and Geno switch shirts?”

“No,” Sid says, probably too quickly. “Uh, I – don't know -”

“This is -” Geno tries, then breaks off.

“Same dry cleaner,” Sid says quickly, and Geno nods vigorously.

“Yes! I pick up yesterday, bring Sid his too.”

“They must have switched the tags out accidentally,” Sid says. He finally gets the fucking shirt off and practically throws it at Geno, a litany of 'shit shit shit shit shit' repeating in his head. This is exactly the kind of thing they didn't need to happen right now. Not again.

Fortunately, Tanger is the only one still staring at them, squinting his eyes and looking thoughtful. Everyone else seems to have moved on to teasing Dumo about something Sid doesn't have the energy to listen to right now.

They couldn't have gotten their T-shirts mixed up in the closet? Nobody notices if a T-shirt fits weird, right? He sighs, doing his best to look calm as he buttons up his own shirt, careful not to look over at Geno. Sharing clothes is kind of hot, actually. Hoodies, sweatpants...totally hot. In private. But maybe not dress shirts. And not in a locker room full of their friends.

+I.

“So,” Sid says, rubbing his sweaty palms over his jeans, taking a breath.

“Yes?” Flower says, patiently. His new house is nice. Sid thinks his old one in Pittsburgh was nicer, but he's glad he got to visit him in his new home on this road trip.

“We, um,” Geno says, but apparently he doesn't know any better how to do this either.

“You can talk to us,” Tanger says.

Sid nods. “We know. That's why we're here.”

“You don't have to though,” Flower assures them. “If you can't.”

“No,” Sid says. “It's important. We -”

“We want get married,” Geno says quickly, a little too loud, a little too fast, but Sid exhales. There it is. It's out. Two of their best friends know and the world didn't end.

“Yeah,” Tanger says.

“Finally,” Flower says.

Sid exchanges a look with Geno. “Uh, what?”

Flower sighs. “You've been dating for two years and in love for, I don't know, twelve? It's about time.”

Geno's mouth is hanging open as he stares at them. “You...know?”

Tanger laughs. “You didn't hide it very well.”

“I'd been hoping you'd get married before I moved away,” Flower admits.

Sid swallows. “Well, we're getting married now,” he says. “This summer. Does, um. Do all the guys know?”

Tanger shakes his head. “Me, Flower, Olli, Cully...I think that's it.”

“Oh thank god,” Sid says, as Geno takes his hand and squeezes.

“We want you to come,” Geno says. “To wedding. Olli and Cully too now, I guess.”

“You can't tell anyone,” Sid says. “Not yet. We'll tell them. We'll have a party for all of them. But we want to do this just for us first.”

Flower nods. “You can count on us,” he says. “We've kept your secret better than you have for all these years. You really are not good at hiding.”

Sid laughs and hides his face against Geno's shoulder as he does. It feels good, being able to do that in front of people now.

* * *

“I can't believe they all knew,” he says to Geno after sneaking into his hotel room that night.

“Of course they know, with way you look at me,” Geno teases. “Very obvious, Sid.”

Sid laughs and elbows him in the side. “Oh yeah? It took you a decade to figure it out.”

Geno pulls him in for a kiss and sticks his hand down his boxers, cupping Sid's ass. “Took you same time,” he points out.

Sid rolls on top of him and kisses him. “We're gonna make up for all that time a hundred times over,” he promises, and slides down to pull Geno's underwear off to get to work on that right away.

[kz-i-co]

Coffee Stains

» Summary: You accidentally bump into a cute guy at the coffee shop and things start to get interesting….until You found out he’s a celebrity from another country.

» Pairing: Moonbin/ Reader

» Genre: Fluff

» Words: 3k

» Part 2 | Part 3

» m.list ╫ astro masterlist

“Can you turn that down.” You banged on your sisters door.

“I- I want to be with you.” You heard her sing along to her strange music you couldn’t understand the reasons of her liking.

“Alex!” You yelled.

You heard the music dim and soon her door opened. “What?” She answered annoyed.

“What the hell are you listening to?”

Her eyes lit up thinking you were interested. “Astro.” She smiled brightly.

“Who?” You looked at her the opposite of what she thought.

“They are one of my new favorite groups and they are coming to our town this week because of kcon.” She rambled excited.

“What’s kcon?” You had no idea what that was or heard of it. You figured something like comic con but you couldn’t even begin to guess.

“Its a concert where kpop groups perform and-”

“Oh……your Korean music….I should of known from not understanding what they were saying.” You said mid sentence from walking back towards your room.

“Stop that.” She followed you.

“Stop what?” You asked getting your bag and house keys.

“Judging me.” She folded her arms.

“I’m not judging, just confused.” You began. “How can you listen to something and not even understand what they are saying?”

“I don’t know, I just like it….music is universal….You don’t need to understand to enjoy it.” She confessed.

“Okay.”

“You haven’t given it a chance so you don’t get to have an opinion.” You were taken back by her words.

“I’ve given it plenty of chances since you blast it everyday.” You argued.

“That doesn’t count, you need the whole package….music videos, the dancing, the stories-”

‘Are you coming or not’. You received the text from your friend.

‘On my way’. You quickly texted back as you left your room.

“Maybe later, I gotta go.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” She yelled after you.

….

You got off at the nearest bus stop and started walking down the sidewalk to get to the movie theater. You had some spare time and you were passing by your local cafe so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to get something real quick.

“Can I get a medium iced mocha please.” You waited after you paid patiently.

“Thank you.” You made your way out of the cafe not even realizing where you were looking as you slammed straight into someone spilling your drink all over their button down shirt.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry.” You panicked. “Wait here.” You ran back inside to grab a handful of napkins.

You didn’t even register the boy in front of you as you started patting down his shirt with the napkins.

You glanced up to finally look at the boy in front of you. His lips curved up into a smile as he watched you pat down his chest. It bought redness to your cheeks as you snapped back to reality that you were feeling up a stranger. A beautiful stranger.

The boy in front of you was incredibly attractive. He was of an Asian decent and you never been more hypnotized in your life, especially over a boy. He chuckled seeing how flushed you were.

“Um…” You couldn’t speak. “Sorry.” You were a mess.

“Its okay.” He smiled. He had the cutest accent you have ever heard.

You blushed back and looked down at his now mocha stained shirt. “I ruined your shirt.” You pouted.

“I have more.” His smile was so beautiful. It lit up his entire face.

“Let me buy you a new drink.” He passed you into the cafè.

“You really don’t have to do that honestly….I was the one who wasn’t looking where I was going.” You quickly followed him.

“Maybe I can teach you a lesson.” He arched his eyebrows.

He obviously knew what he was showered with since he got your order correct. He ordered something for himself as well. By this time you completely forgot about the movie.

“You really need a new shirt…..the guilt is killing me.” You said as you walked down the street. You noticed a few people staring so you had to speak up. Not that he looked embarrassing or anything because he was way to attractive to look foolish.

“Where is the closest store?” He laughed. “I’m not from around here.” He was too cute.

“Just down this way.” You walked further down the block and reached the store. The nice thing about LA is everything was close by.

You entered the store and regretted your decision since you were in a more cheap store. You weren’t sure of his budget so you didn’t want to come off rude but now you felt like you were.

“Here’s one option.” You laughed nervously. “There’s some oth-”

He walked past you and went over to some t-shirts. You laughed as he picked one up of a Pokemon.

“Really?” You said.

“What?” He generally looked confused.

“Nothing just surprised. Nerd.”

“Nerd?” He chuckled. “Your bag has Mickey mouse on it.”

You looked down remembering. You had this bag as long as you can remember and yes he caught you, you were a nerd yourself.

Your response was your constant blushing. This guy was making you feel a way you haven’t before. You had guy friends and had no trouble talking to them so you were used to talking to guys in general but he was different. You felt different.

'Where the fuck are you the previews are starting’. Your friend texted you reminding you, you had somewhere to be.

“Shit.” You spoke to yourself but the boy heard as he walked closer towards you.

“You have somewhere to be?” He looked at your phone then at you.

“Yeah.” You said disappointed.

“That’s okay…..I’m going to buy this since you ruined mine.” He teased.

“Hey….it was an accident.” You were right on his tail. He took you by surprised as he stopped short and turned around causing you to bump into his chest once again for that day.

“Your either really clumsy or you want an excuse to touch me.” He said playfully.

Your heart was beating out of your chest that was still in lined with his.

“Um-” You backed up.

“I’ll say both.” He smirked and turned around towards the register again.

“You did that on purpose.” You complained as he gave money to the cashier.

He laughed hearing you but paying attention the the women in front of him. “Thank you.”

“If I knew any better….you wanted to touch me.” You teased back having the confidence.

You reached the doors and he stopped once again once in his track but you caught yourself this time.

“Stop doing that.” You complained.

“Sorry.” Then you couldn’t believe what he did next. He stripped off his stained shirt. Your eyes widened as he was topless in front of you. Plus he was fit. He looked too young to have that kind of body. He placed the new shirt on and fixing his hair as he threw away the tag.

“Stop staring.” He smiled.

“I’m not.” You blushed. “I just can’t believe you did that.” You saved yourself from embarrassment.

“What….you expect me to walk all the way to a dressing room when it’s quick enough to do right here.” He arched his eyebrows.

“I don’t know….maybe.” He smiled at your nervousness.

“So where are you headed?” He asked leaving the store with you.

“The movies.”

“Well it was nice meeting you.” He held his hand out.

“Yeah….sorry again, you’ll probably remember this chaos of a day.” You giggled shaking his hand.

“I certainly wont….but it doesn’t have to be the last.” He smiled.

What was he saying? He wants to see you again?

“I’m Moonbin.” Moonbin? That was an unusual name.

“I’m (Y/N).” You blushed again.

“You want to meet at the Cafe again tomorrow…..around noon?” He asked.

“Okay.” You tugged your hair behind your ears.

“Do I need to bring a spare shirt?” He smirked.

“No promises……just don’t jump out on me and you’ll stay clean.”

He laughed. God he was so cute.

“See you tomorrow.” He went the opposite direction.

You walked the other way towards the movie theater.

….

By the time you got there the movie have been playing for ten minutes.

“What took you so long?” Your friend whispered.

“I had an accident.” Your friend looked at you for an explanation but some one from in front shhh you so you just both decided to watch the movie.

….

“Aren’t you going to explain why you were late?” Your friend said while your other two friends followed along.

You were walking back to the bus stop. You blushed from just remembering.

“I embarrassed myself in front of a cute guy you know the usual.” Your friends laughed.

“What happened?”

“I spilled my coffee all over this guy.” You bit your lip.

“And?”

“I helped him pick out a new shirt….hence me being late.”

“Ohh.” Your friend said. “Is that it?”

“He asked me out kinda.” You blushed.

“That’s the info we wanted.” Your other friend giggled.

“So lucky.” Your friend Sabrina was the only one in a relationship.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You got onto the bus.

You started getting ready for your date, if that’s what it was. He didn’t really specify.

“(Y/N) want to go to kcon with me, the tickets are pretty cheap-ish.” Your little sister barged in.

“Isn’t Erin going with you?” You asked.

“Her family is visiting her grandmother and it’s the same weekend, she said she will try to get out of it but no promises….please….if you wont go I’ll have to drag mom and that’s embarrassing.” She rambled.

“I’ll think about it.” You said leaving for your date. That was enough to put a smile on her face.

…..

You were officially a target for embarrassment. You tripped over the carpet getting into the cafè and when you looked up, you saw a smirking Moonbin. Great.

He helped you up with a laugh. “You really are clumsy.”

“I swear I’m not…..God is just punishing me for picking up that ten dollar bill the other day.” You said dead serious but he chuckled cutely.

“You’re hilarious.”

“Is that an insult or a compliment?” You asked as you both sat at your table.

“A compliment.” He was amused by you.

You made him laugh which was impressive in his book. He didn’t like boring, uptight girls. He liked them loose and comfortable.

“Thank you…..I’m glad me falling makes you laugh.” You said sarcastically.

“Not that.” He glared at you. “You know how to laugh at yourself and not care…..I like that.”

I like you. You thought.

In all honesty, you were embarrassed as fuck but you figured he meant that you hide it well.

“I knew you did.” He answered.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Its okay, I like you to…..so far.” He laughed.

Oh my God. I said that out loud.

“I guess we won’t have any secrets since I can’t hold in my thoughts.” He laughed again at your words.

“I never met anyone like you before.” He said softly, fixing his beanie nervously.

“Is that an insult or a compliment?” You asked once again but more softer and serious.

“A compliment.” He looked at you deeply.

“I’m going to go order.” He got up leaving you by yourself.

You didn’t understand what was going on. You felt like you were falling for him already. But how could that be? You just met him.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said as he got back.

“How old are you….because if you’re older then me, my mom will freak but if you’re younger then me, then I will freak.” He smiled once again.

“I’m 19.”

“Oh.” You blushed. “I’m 18….so it works.”

“You approve.” He slightly smirked.

“I don’t care…..I was just curious really.” You bit your lip.

You jump feeling his hand stroke yours. He looked sweetly into your eyes before he pulled away from a ring in his pocket.

He declined the call but responded with a text.

“Sorry….my friends are bugging me.”

“I know how that is.” You laughed nervously.

“You want to do something?” He asked.

“Like What?” You asked as you saw him get up and pull you with him.

He lead you outside. “I may not be from around here but I picked a favorite place.”

Not to much farther down the block he lead you into a dark building. “Huh….the arcade….I’ve should of known.” You sassed.

“Hey….I like having fun.” He grinned.

“Such a boy.” You arched your eyebrows.

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand. You felt butterflies from him touching you.

He lead you over to the basketball hoops. “Any good?”

“Nope…..I’m not saying this because I’m a girl but sports aren’t really my thing.” You giggled. “Gym is my worse nightmare.”

“I can help you.” He put the dollar in and several balls came rolling down. You grabbed the first ball and threw it missing the net. The second ball, missing the net. Before you could throw the third he held your arms up in a better position.

Then you threw the ball missing it once again.

You grabbed the next ball and you put yourself into position but he still guided you to the correct form.

“Put your hands here.” He moved your hands under the ball. You heard him right next to your ear.

“And when you throw it….let the ball roll off your finger tips.” You glanced to the side seeing him so close.

You felt his warm breath hit your face as he stared into your eyes then down at your lips. You felt shivers down your spine. You noticed him lean into you closer. As you closed your eyes ready to feel his lips on yours, you both jumped at the sound of the buzzer from the game.

“You still have one shot.” He said breaking your train of thought.

You smiled going back into your position and threw the ball straight into the net.

“Nice shot.” He smirked.

“Move over NBA…..there’s a new super star…..ahhh.” You goofed making him smile.

…..

When you got back home it was almost dark. The sun still left a dark tint to the sky making the mood serene.

“You have a nice house.” He looked around then back at you.

“Thank you.” The atmosphere was different then before. It didn’t feel as playful, possibly from the way he was looking at you. You were dying for him to kiss you but you couldn’t read his expression.

“Thank you for everything today…..it was fun.”

“And you judged me for taking you to an arcade.” He smirked.

“I’m sorry…..but you made it fun okay.” You both laughed.

“I guess…..I better get inside.” You said slowly tuning away.

“Wait (Y/N).” He had his beautiful smile.

You looked at him with your full attention. He moved in closer and brought your face into his. You felt like you couldn’t breath as his lips touched yours. The kiss got deeper as soon as you responded. You didn’t even realize how long you were in that situation until you saw the lights flicker off your porch.

You didn’t stop at first but the flickering became constant. You pulled away with your foreheads still leaning against each other.

“Alright mom…..I’m coming.” You knew very well your mother was like that. Your first boyfriend was a victim once and forever left your mind.

“I have to go.” You whispered.

“Can I call you?” He said sweetly.

You nodded biting your lip.

You lazily walked up the steps not wanting to leave his side. He waved goodbye waiting for you to enter your house. He gave you an amusing glare as you took your time. You waved one last time as you entered your home.

You quickly looked at the side window and saw him walk away.

“(Y/N).” You turned around startled seeing your mother. “Who was that?”

“No one.” You blushed making your way to the kitchen to get a drink.

“You dating again?” Your mother asked.

“I don’t know….I guess.”

“Be careful-”

“Mom come on…..I know.” You made your way upstairs.

“(Y/N)….have you changed your mind?” Your little sister asked.

“About What?”

“The concert.”

“I don’t know yet.” Your sister was pretty clever. She purposely forgot her BTS shirt laying on your bed just to make you feel guilty.

You grabbed her shirt and knocked on her door. “Come in.” She didn’t even bother to open it.

“You went in my room?” You crossed her room to talk to her over by her computer.

“I didn’t do that, maybe mom thought it was yours.” You could tell she was lying.

“I know you too well Alex. You’re trying to make me feel guilty if I say no.”

“Not true!”

“Is too….and I haven’t given you an answer yet so I’ll let you known okay.” You argued back and turned around to go back to your room.

But you couldn’t help but stop from a certain poster on the wall. The certain poster was six boys with the name Astro. You felt like you took one too many drinks as you swore one of them looked like Moonbin.

“What’s wrong?” Your sister lingered behind you.

“Whose this?” You asked.

“Astro….their my favorite group I told you many times about already.”

“No….what’s his name?” You asked pointing at the familiar face.

“Oh him….that’s Moonbin…..he’s my second favorite but my heart belongs to Eunwoo.” She blushed.

You left her room speechless. Was that really the same person? We’re you dreaming? The only thing you could think of was talk to him in person tomorrow…..to see if you were really crazy or not.

Oh no.