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fadedncity · 1 year ago

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if you let me

talk to my skin (part 1)

wc: 18.6k

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: smut, fwb!au, friends to lovers (fr this time!), non idol au, college au, softdom!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, use of psychedelics (lsd), lil possessiveness, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), face sitting, morning sex, period sex, shower sex, mentions of masturbation, semi public/car sex, somnophilia, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), lil degrading, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, consensual sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with way too much plot

a/n: i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is and I didn’t expect to take as long to write as it did 😭 but i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i had fun writing it! <33

[2:38 PM] FRIDAY

"What are we doing about drinks tonight?" Rina asks.

"Eunji got a bottle of vodka," Meera tells her.

"You think Jeno still has that bottle of patron? Ask your man if he does," Rina nudges you.

"You have his number, you ask him," you scoff, "And he's not my man," you grumble.

"How do you even know who I was referring to?" Rina asks with a smirk.

You lightly shove her, rolling her seat away before you pick up your phone to see the notification you received.

[2:42 PM] jaem: you still in class

[2:42 PM] you: sadly yes this has quite literally been the longest day of my life 😖

[2:43 PM] jaem: once it's over you should come over and maybe sit on my face to make you feel better 😇

Your stomach somersaulted, and you put your phone down, taking a breath before picking it back up.

[2:45 PM] you: jaemin i stg i hate you

[2:46 PM] jaem: no you don't

[2:47 PM] you: now why's that 🤔

[2:48 PM] jaem: cause i just got more of that blue coffee strain that i've been waiting to smoke just with you 🙄

You can't fight the smile that comes to your face.

[2:49 PM] you: ig i'll be over in 20 🙄

"I'll see you guys later," you tell Meera and Rina as the three of you reach the student parking lot.

"Where are you going?" Rina asks before you begin to depart from them.

"To see her man," Meera teases, resulting in you flipping them off as you walk in the opposite direction, towards Jaemin's.

[3:04 PM]

The door to the house swung open before you could even raise your fist to knock. Jeno stands in the doorway, looking like he's on his way out.

"Hey, Jen," you greet him.

"Hey," he smiles at you.

"You going out?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm heading to the gym with Hyunjin and Bomin," Jeno answers, "Everyone else is already out and probably won't be back until later, so..." he looks you up and down, and smirks, "You two have the place to yourselves for a bit. I'll see you later."

"I'll see you, Jeno," you say, looking at the Taurus suspiciously as he walks to his car.

Just as you're about to walk into the house, Jaemin appears in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, seeing your expression.

"Jeno. He was being weird," you say as you enter.

Jaemin shrugs.

"Did you tell him?" you ask, following him into the kitchen.

"Tell him what?"

"About this—Us?"

"No," Jaemin says. "But I mean it's not like we're being the most discreet. So if he were to notice something and ask me about it, I wouldn't lie to him."

"Jaemin," you whine.

"What?" he mocks your tone. He sweetly smiles as he grabs your hands, "You're telling me Rina and the rest of the council don't already know?" he asks.

"Their nosy asses pried the information from me," you mumble. but if we all recall correctly, there was no real prying involved.

"It's not like we're doing something wrong. We're both consenting adults. What's the point in having this terribly kept secret?" he says, placing a kiss below your jaw.

"Because.." you can't find the words, "It could make things weird."

"How?"

"We're friends, Jaem," you try not to let a moan interrupt you.

"And?"

"This isn't exactly what friends should be doing,"

"I mean, it can't be too bad, if it feels so good," he says in your ear. "But if you don't wanna-" he begins to pull away from you.

"No, no," you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, bringing a smile to his face, "Never said that." You press your lips to Jaemin's before he leads you to his room.

[5:27 PM]

You stir in your sleep, grumbling when you feel the pain in your shoulder from lying on it for too long.

Registering the soft beat of the music playing in the room, you begin to blink your eyes open, remembering this isn't your room.

You find Jaemin with his back to you, sitting a little further down the bed, his laptop in front of him.

"Whatcha working on?" you ask, alerting him you're awake.

Jaemin lowers his laptop screen as you try to peek over his shoulder but only get a glimpse of the pictures he was editing.

"Hey!" you frown.

"It's a surprise," Jaemin tells you.

"Jaemin," you pout.

"Two weeks isn't that long, sweetheart. You can wait," he shrugs.

"Booooo. You're no fun," you roll your eyes.

Jaemin stands to place his laptop on his desk. He shoves his hands in his pocket as he walks back over to the bed but only stops at the foot, silently staring at you.

"What?" you ask, worried you had smudged mascara under your eyes or something.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you," the corners of Jaemin's lips curl up.

"What, you think half my makeup on your pillow and bed head is hot?" you joke, suddenly nervous, feeling like he's looking into your soul.

"Yeah, cause you're hot," he grins.

"Shut up, Jaemin," you turn your back to him.

"No," he grabs your hip, rolls you onto your back, and hovers over you, "I like getting you all like this," he grins, "All embarrassed and flustered. It's adorable."

"Now you're just teasing."

"I thought you liked it when I teased you."

Your face grows warm as he smiles at your flustered state.

Jaemin leans down and kisses you, your hands instantly finding his hair. One of his hands travels down your body and reaches under your shirt, the feeling of his fingers trailing up your torso sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jaemin hums approvingly when he finds you wearing no bra and cups your breast in his hand. You give up the fight for dominance, letting Jaemin's tongue slip past your lips. He lightly traces his finger around your areola, slowly circling the perky bud. He teasingly pinches your nipple between two fingers allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

"Do you want me to stop teasing you now?" Jaemin asks.

"No. Please keep going."

"Look at you, baby. Already so desperate for more."

Jaemin slowly trails his finger down your stomach toward the waistband of your sweatpants. He moves his hand to your thighs, softly squeezing them while pulling them apart. Jaemin's hands purposely take their time as he traces the apex of your thigh before cupping your sex over your clothes. He watches your reactions as he runs his finger along your slit, making you feel how uncomfortably wet your underwear has gotten.

A whimper from you brings a dangerous smirk to Jaemin's face.

"Jaem, please no more."

"No more what?"

"Teasing. Please just touch me."

"Like this?" he slips his hand into your pants, softly petting your clit.

"Yes, please just like that," you tell him.

Jaemin hums, feeling the wetness between your legs, easily slipping a finger in before adding another.

Your soft whimpers start to grow louder. Jaemin quiets you with a finger to your lips.

"Shh, some of the boys are back," he tells you, "So if you don't want them to hear you, you're gonna have to be quiet, okay, bunny?"

Unable to produce any sounds other than moans, you just nod. Your eyes roll back when the heel of Jaemin's palm rubs against your clit while curling his fingers expertly. Your fingernails dig into his bicep as you feel the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Jaemin enters a third finger, loving the feeling of your soft walls pulsing around his digits.

You bury your head into Jaemin's neck, trying to muffle your moans with his shirt, resorting to biting down on his shoulder when that doesn't seem to work.

Jaemin groans, feeling the way your body reacts to him, "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum for me already?"

You just nod, holding onto Jaemin as that coil in your stomach grows tighter. Jaemin hears your muffled pleas, your body unable to hold back from squirming as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your legs close around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still wiggling inside of you as you cum. You curl yourself into Jaemin, letting yourself revel in the high and come back down.

Feeling Jaemin press kisses to your temple brought your face out of his neck to let him kiss your lips instead. You whine into his mouth as he slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

"Did so good for me, angel," he says, looking at his fingers, glistening with your slick before taking them into his mouth.

Such a sight shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You grab his face and bring his lips back to yours. You feel his body pressed against yours but still want him impossibly closer. You almost don't hear the knock on the door, too preoccupied with thinking about his dick growing hard against your thigh.

With an annoyed grumble, Jaemin stops kissing you and purposely pulls your legs over his lap when he tells whoever's on the other side of the door to come in.

"Renjun wants to know if you're throwing for drinks," Chenle enters without looking up from his phone.

"How much?" Jaemin asks.

"$10," he replies.

Jaemin reaches into his pocket and gives Chenle the cash.

"What about you?" Chenle then asks you.

"What about me? This isn't my party. I don't live here."

"You might as well. You eat our food and smoke our weed."

"Our?" Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.

"Come on, Chenle, don't act like you don't love seeing my pretty face all the time," you grin.

Chenle rolls his eyes, "I don't know how you put up with her," he says to Jaemin before leaving.

"You love me, Lele!" you yell after him.

Once the door shut, Jaemin turns back to you, cupping your jaw. But just as he was about to kiss you, your phone rang.

"Hello?" you answer.

"I'm here," Meera says.

"Okay, I'm-" you're cut off.

"Hi, Meera," Jaemin says, taking the phone from you.

"Hi, Jaemin. You kids have fun?"

"Yeah. Only smoked a little, then was able to get some edits done since someone decided to take a nap," Jaemin teasingly pokes your sides.

"Was she snoring?" you hear Meera ask.

"Excuse you. I do not snore," you defend.

"No, but you talk in your sleep sometimes," Jaemin tells you. You gasp, shocked at this new information. "Don't worry, baby, it's cute." he kisses you.

Meera gags from the other end. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. Tell her to hurry up!" she says before ending the call.

"Wait, you're leaving me?" Jaemin whines with a pout.

"Uh, did you think I was wearing this tonight?" you motion to your shirt and sweatpants.

"I don't see anything wrong with this," Jaemin shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "It won't even be that long. I'll be back here in two hours tops," you kiss the pout on his lips before leaving, and meeting Meera outside.

You had barely just gotten into the car when Meera recites, "'Don't worry, baby, it's cute.'"

"Don't start," you warn her.

[10:35 PM]

Now when you said two hours, you probably should have clarified that that would be how long it would take you to get ready. But considering your best friends tend to lose track of time when alcohol is involved, taking a few shots before heading out should have been the first indicator that the night would start later than you originally anticipated.

Before you even entered the house, you were worried the boys would get a noise complaint, but none of them seemed to share your concerns, as most of them were well beyond gone by this point.

It doesn't take you long to find Jaemin since he's seated in front of the TV in the living room, playing Mario Kart with Jisung, Haechan, and a few others.

Jaemin glances at you before taking a double take as Rina drags you along to the kitchen. You smirk, winking at him as well.

"Dude, come on, we're waiting on you," Haechan nudges Jaemin, breaking him out of his daze.

"Give me a second," Jaemin quickly stands from the couch and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

Jaemin finds you, along with Rina, pouring a mix of things on the counter into plastic red solos.

You down most of what's in your cup, thankful you can't taste the alcohol, and actually enjoy the drink before turning around and almost crashing into Jaemin.

"Hi," he cages you against the counter.

"Hello," you smile, holding onto his shoulders and balancing yourself.

Jaemin can tell by your bubbliness and grin on your face, you're further on the tipsy side.

"I think it's been longer than two hours you've had me waiting, pretty girl," Jaemin tilts your chin up toward him before letting his eyes fall down the rest of your body, taking in your outfit.

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly, "Someone couldn't decide on which shoes went with her dress," you look over at Rina.

"Look, if I wasn't satisfied with my outfit, I would've made it everyone's problem tonight," Rina says before knocking back a shot and wandering off to socialize.

Jaemin can't take his eyes off you. The haze from smoking just minutes before you arrived now has his mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of you. "Couldn't even be mad if I tried," he brings his lips closer to yours, "Not when you look this fucking good. All I wanna do is-"

"Jaemin, get your ass in here before we start without you!" you hear Minjeong's voice yell from the living room.

"We aren't finished," Jaemin says to you.

"I'm not going anywhere," you tell him.

. . .

You had lost track of time about three drinks and two spliffs ago.

Smoke filled the kitchen, the one window open all the way, doing next to nothing to actually air out the room. You could feel yourself getting higher with every passing second you stayed in there.

You're brought out of your daze when Kayla approaches your corner, "Hey, have you seen Jaemin?"

"I think he went to get more drinks out of Jeno's car," Eunji answers.

"Why?" Rina jumps in to ask.

"Nothing urgent. He just owes me a rematch," Kayla answers with a smile before walking off.

Rina nods suspiciously, eyeing the girl as she floats around the kitchen.

"Is she trying to make a pass at your man?"

"What? No, he's not even—Wait," suddenly, a sick feeling rises in your stomach, and you doubt its from the alcohol, "No way she is-"

"You remember freshmen year?" Eunji asks.

"Her and Jaemin freshmen year?" Rina emphasizes.

"Okay, but that was years ago," you say.

"And I hear she still doesn't stop boasting about hooking up with Jaemin. Like she was the one to discover the eighth wonder of the world or something," Aeri tells you.

You laugh, "I mean, it is that good-" Rina pinches you, disparaging your joke, wanting you to be more serious about this. "Ow! What!? You really think I'm worried? I trust Jaemin already has in mind who'll end up in his bed by the end of the night anyway," you smirk as you finish the rest of your drink.

"Yeah, but Kayla doesn't think there's anything to stop her from restaking claim on that eighth wonder."

"Enough with that fucking analogy," you hop off the counter, now clearly annoyed.

You were not jealous. No, no, never that. But you couldn't admit out loud that your friends' words helped stir the feeling of possessiveness boiling inside of you.

Jaemin enters the kitchen with cases of beer, settling them on the table before his eyes scan the room. Once they find you, he smiles.

In your peripheral, you see Kayla approaching Jaemin, and you're already moving across the tiled floor to Jaemin before you can even think about it.

Neither Jaemin or Kayla have the chance to say anything as you kiss Jaemin, catching him and everyone else off guard. But shock quickly leaves Jaemin's body when he feels your lips against his, and kisses you back, grabbing your waist.

You circle your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting Jaemin's tongue slip into your mouth. The both of you are too caught up in the heat of it to care for all the people witnessing the entire thing.

Coming back to reality, you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth, making him slightly groan. Jaemin looks at you with a dark gaze before you slip out of his arms.

You wipe off your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth, turning to Kayla, "You said you were looking for him for something?" you ask before walking away, leaving her and Jaemin both speechless.

Returning to your friends' corner of the kitchen, you quickly search for another drink. Aeri immediately hands you hers, and you knock back the liquor.

"That was…" Jisung's at a loss for words.

"Unexpected," Yangyang finishes.

"Hot," Eunji says.

"Unexpectedly hot," Rina partially jokes.

You don't hear Jaemin approaching you from behind and jump when you feel his chest against your back.

"Come to my room in five minutes," he says in your ear.

By the time you turn around, Jaemin's already walking away, shooting you a wink as he makes his way up the stairs.

"There's no way you actually believe that. Rise of the Skywalker doesn't have shit on Rogue One!" Minjeong continues.

You used the heat of Minjeong's Star Wars debate with Keeho to unnoticeably slip away from the party.

You follow the familiar path to Jaemin's room to be quickly pulled inside before you can even reach for the doorknob. Jaemin's door slams shut with your body pinned against it. You can feel your pulse rapidly beating the closer Jaemin's face got to yours, his lips only a breath away from yours.

"You really thought you could do something like that and just walk away like it was nothing?" Jaemin asks lowly.

"Kayla seemed like she had something important to tell you," you shrug, "What'd she have to say, anyway?"

"Wanted a rematch in Mario Kart," he says.

"So why are you in here with me and not out there giving her what she wants?" you ask.

"Cause I already know what she wants. But I've made it very clear that me and her are just friends."

"So are we," you say.

"But this—you and I—is different," Jaemin says.

"How?"

"Because it was freshmen year, and Kayla and I were never really seeing each other. Just fucking."

"Ah, yes. Just good, meaningless, hot sex," you nod.

"Exactly. Meaningless," Jaemin made sure to enunciate every syllable of the last word.

"Are you saying this means something?"

"Yeah, it can," Jaemin's gaze drops to the floor for a second, "If you want it to," he sheepishly smiles at you.

You smile as you slide your hands up to Jaemin's shoulders and kiss him. The loud music playing and noisy people in the house all fade into oblivion with Jaemin's lips pressed sensually against yours.

Jaemin brings you to his bed, sitting on the edge before pulling you into his lap. Jaemin roughly grabs your thighs in his hands, sliding up your skin higher and higher. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer. He cups your jaw, pushing his tongue past your lips, tasting the mix of juice and alcohol lingering with a hint of smoke on your own.

"Gotta admit, though, you're even hotter when you're jealous," he grins. When Jaemin leans in to kiss you, he finds himself chasing after your lips.

"Jealous??" you raise your brows, "Nah ah, I don't do jealous. Possessive, I'll take, but jealous??" you scoff.

"Well, whatever you wanna call it, angel," Jaemin slowly guides your hand down his body, "Just know that it's all you—only you who's doing this to me," your hand lands right over the zipper of his jeans, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock, growing hard.

A grin breaks out on your face, and you grab Jaemin's neck, pulling him back in, roughly kissing him.

He falls back onto the bed with his lips still on yours. Jaemin slips his hand between your bodies, feeling your wetness through the thin layer of cotton.

"Already such a mess for me, angel," he teases.

"S'all just for you."

Jaemin pulls your panties to the side, satisfied with the warm slick he feels on his fingers. Your breath grows uneven when he slowly circles his thumb around your clit.

"Want me to do something about that?" Jaemin asks.

"You can do whatever you want," you try to keep yourself together.

"I want you to sit on my face," Jaemin says between kisses.

You freeze and pull away from him. You don't know how to react other than to burst out into laughter. Jaemin only smiles when he hears your laugh, but the look in his eyes tells you he isn't just saying some stupid shit cause he's high.

"You're serious?" you stop laughing.

"I was pretty serious earlier, and I still am now. Besides, when have I ever said something didn't mean," Jaemin tells you while rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You tug your lip between your teeth, growing excited at the thought; your underwear definitely ruined at this point.

All you can do is say, "Okay," with a nod.

Jaemin's hands that were previously toying with the material of your skirt are now bunching up the fabric, pushing it up your hips.

You slide your underwear down your legs without breaking eye contact with him, dropping them somewhere on the floor.

Jaemin places his hands on your hips once you crawl your way up his body. He smirks, licking his lips, about to direct you onto his mouth before you stop him. "Wait."

"What?"

"I've never done this before," you tell him, sitting back on his chest.

"Do you want to?" he asks, softly running his hands over your thighs.

"I mean, yeah."

"Then, come on and take your seat, princess," Jaemin grins.

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not gonna," he softly smiles, "But even if you do, I wouldn't mind suffocating by these thighs," he kisses your inner thigh.

"Jaemin," you whine.

"I'm just kidding...partially."

"You better start kicking and screaming if something's wrong," you tell him sternly.

"I will. I promise."

You begin to lower yourself onto Jaemin's face, but then he wraps his arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto his tongue. You moan loudly, feeling the wet muscle lick between your folds, and Jaemin moans too. The taste of you flowing into his mouth like a never-ending fountain.

"Jaemin—ah," you grab onto his hair, "that feels so fucking good."

Jaemin hums in response, swirling his tongue around your clit. You throw your head back, and your hips start mindlessly rocking against Jaemin's tongue. You hear a muffled groan from the man beneath you, and you lift yourself off his face.

Jaemin has a drunken grin on his face while his mouth and chin are wet with your juices, his hair stuck up in different directions from you pulling on it.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, breathless.

"I don't know, I got scared. I thought you couldn't breathe," you said.

"Baby, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Jaemin says, eager to get you back on his mouth. "You're thinking about it too much again."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just focus on me," Jaemin tells you before lowering you back onto his mouth.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as Jaemin captures your clit between his lips. Jaemin never takes his eyes away from your face, watching the worry melt into bliss. You can't help your hips from moving on their own accord, riding Jaemin's face as you chase your orgasm.

Teasing your slit with the tip of his tongue, you feel the vibrations from beneath from Jaemin laughing at your protests against his antics. The wet muscle slips inside of you, feeling your soft walls pulsing.

"Yes-fuck, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back, "Please, don't stop," you move your hips faster.

But then Jaemin locks his arms around your thighs, keeping you from moving.

Because of how laid back he usually is, it becomes easy for you to forget that Jaemin is no stranger to the gym and frequently visits along with his best friend. A broken moan rips from your throat, feeling Jaemin use his strength to restrict your movements and keep you right where he wants you.

"Cum for me, angel," he says, briefly coming up for air.

Your fist in Jaemin's hair roughly grabs at his roots, causing him to moan against your clit, the euphoria shooting up your spine like an electric shock. You can feel his arms flexing around you to keep you from crushing his head as he laps at your folds.

It wasn't until Jaemin felt your body trembling and your hips attempting to pull away from his mouth, did he free you from his hold. You exhaustedly collapse onto the bed next to him.

"Oh my fucking god, Jaemin," you pant, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jaemin laughs, rolling over to face you. He cages you in with his arms and studies your fucked out state from your hazy eyes to your thighs slightly twitching, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowers himself to kiss your face.

"You feeling okay?" Jaemin asks.

"Much better than okay," you tell him.

"Good," he kisses you, "Come on," he then moves off you.

"Wha- Where are we going?" you sit up.

"Back to the party?" he says.

Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants before flicking back to his face.

"I'll be fine. We've been missing for too long anyway," Jaemin began straightening out his clothes.

"Jaemin," you pout, grabbing his hand.

"Aht, don't worry about me, angel," he tells you, "I definitely got what I came for," he says with a kiss.

You grumble, knowing his ass is just as stubborn as you. It's become abundantly clear that he enjoys giving more than receiving, but you can't help that it makes you want to give just as much if only he would let you.

Jaemin watches you start the search for your underwear before stopping you, "Leave them," Jaemin says, "They'll only be coming off again later," he smirks.

You look at him with your mouth slightly open, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower stomach all over again. He gives you a second to pull yourself together before taking your hand and leading you back out to the party.

"Did your room somehow move across the city? The fuck took you so long?" Ningning asks the second you and Jaemin enter the living room, snatching the rolling papers out of Jaemin's hands.

"Sorry, got sidetracked," Jaemin says, sitting on the couch.

"Sidetracked fucking-" Haechan starts before Meera slaps his arm.

"Leave them alone," Meera scolds her boyfriend.

Jaemin didn't give you a chance to think before pulling you down into the spot next to him, keeping his arm around you.

For the remainder of the party, Jaemin mostly stayed at your side, keeping you within arms reach until he could have you to himself for the rest of the night.

[9:51 AM] SATURDAY

When Jaemin woke up, he knew he was fucked.

You were peacefully sleeping beside him, your chest slowly rising and falling with every breath you took. Goosebumps appear over your arms and legs as the AC kicks on, and your hardened nipples poke through the t-shirt Jaemin gave you to sleep in.

"Fuck," he lowly curses to himself, desperately willing away the boner growing in his underwear.

Jaemin could take care of it on his own. It's not like he's unfamiliar with having to slip away from you to take care of an issue that was indirectly caused by you. The first instance being all those months ago, when you first started messing around before you made it clear you were just as open to giving as you were receiving.

Now would be no different, except Jaemin can already imagine the pout forming on your face if you were to know he did so himself instead of letting you. But Jaemin couldn't find it within himself to wake you, knowing how quickly you knocked out last night after he completely wore you out. So a solo quickie in the bathroom is what it's gonna have to be for now.

One problem, though, is you're lying on one of his arms.

Trying his hardest not to wake you, Jaemin tries first, slowly moving away from you toward the edge of the bed so he can quickly take back his arm.

Jaemin starts to hear soft murmurs fall from your lips as you begin to stir, and he stops moving. Once he confirms you're still asleep, Jaemin tries again, almost getting his arm completely free.

But as a chill runs through you, you move back, seeking the warmth of his body again, putting Jaemin back at square one.

With all the sudden movement, your eyes flutter open, and you look over your shoulder at Jaemin.

"Good morning," you smile, seeing he's already awake.

"Morning," Jaemin tries not to focus on the fact that your ass is flush against his erection, "Sleep well?" he asks.

"Uh huh," you nod through a yawn before stretching, causing your ass to rub against Jaemin's crotch. "Seems like you did, too," you raise an eyebrow, now, very much aware of his hard cock resting against your backside.

"Would've taken care of it if you weren't holding my arm hostage," he tells you.

"What would you need to do that for when I'm right here?" you twist your torso, even more, to look at him.

"Didn't wanna wake you," he says.

"Would've been the best way to wake me," you press your lips to his.

You slip your hand between your bodies, finding his clothed cock and palming him over his boxers.

Jaemin groans into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he ruts his hips into your hand. You push the waistband of Jaemin's boxers down far enough to let his length spring free, grasping his throbbing cock in your hand.

"Fuck, angel," he groans as you twist your wrist, slowly jerking him.

Jaemin's free hand trails up the backs of your thighs before sneaking between them to discover you must've had a dream as good as Jaemin's, considering how wet you already are and he hasn't even done anything to you yet.

"Dream sweet dreams of me, bunny?" Jaemin teases.

"Uh huh," you mumble against his lips.

"I make you feel this good in your dreams?" he asks, moving your panties to the side and rubbing your clit.

"No, this is so much better."

A moan bubbles in Jaemin's throat, feeling you squeeze the base of his cock. You try not to lose concentration and swipe your thumb over his slit leaking with beads of precum, and a raspy curse falls from Jaemin's lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me," he says.

"Jaemin, please."

"What, pretty girl?" he asks, "You know if you want something, all you gotta do is ask for it."

You whine, hating that Jaemin loves putting you on the spot like this because he enjoys seeing you all flustered.

"I want you."

"I'm right here, baby," Jaemin says softly, "You want me to do something to you?" he asks, teasingly tracing the seam of your lower lips.

"Yes."

"You wanna feel me inside?"

You nod.

"Like this?" he asks, sinking two fingers into your pussy.

You hum, your eyes fluttering shut; Jaemin all too well-versed in knowing how to play your body like a fiddle.

"More," you tell him.

"You want my cock, angel?"

"Yes," you nod, "Please."

Jaemin wastes no more time with your panties, pulling them to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance.

The raw feeling of skin against skin without the latex barrier causes you to become more and more grateful for the conversation you and Jaemin had a few weeks ago about using condoms, knowing neither of you are sleeping with anyone else, and you completely trust Jaemin. Because the feeling of him entirely—every ridge, curve, and vein—buried deep inside you had your head spinning.

You sharply gasp, arching your back as Jaemin slides into you. He buries his head into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Your eyes roll back, and you try to grab onto whatever you can.

Resting his hand on your hip, Jaemin slowly slips out of your pussy before filling you right back up.

"Jaemin~" you mewl.

"You like that, princess? Is this what you wanted?" he asks.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—thank you, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and grab onto his arm.

"Anything for my angel," he kisses you.

Once Jaemin finds a steady rhythm to work at, he grabs your leg, pulling your knee toward your chest. The new position allows you to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your walls. Your shallow breaths quickly melt into small whimpers and moans as Jaemin toys with your clit. Reaching behind you, you grab his hair, your lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Jaemin angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot with precision, making you moan.

"Jaemin, oh my god-"

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he slows down, "But if we don't wanna wake anyone, you gotta be quiet for me," he tells you.

You bit down on your lip, suppressing the noises threatening to spill from your lips. You could hear how uneven Jaemin's breathing had become as your walls pulsed around him.

"You're doing so good for me, baby," he kisses your cheek, "You gonna cum?"

Untrusting of your voice, you only nod.

"You feel so good—fuck. So fucking tight and wet," Jaemin rasps in your ear while working your clit with his thumb.

You force your face into the pillow, muffling your cries as you cum around Jaemin's cock.

You can hear the heavy breathing and grunts from the man behind you, feeling your pussy choke his cock in a vice grip.

"Shit," Jaemin hisses, slipping out of your overstimulated cunt.

You quickly replace Jaemin's hand with yours, curling your fingers around his shaft. You move to situate yourself between his legs, taking his dick into your mouth without a second thought.

"Fuck, angel," Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, "You're so fucking good for me," he throws his head back against the headboard.

You flicker your eyes up toward him, taking in the way his brows furrow and abs contract with every slow movement of his hips.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warns, stroking the back of your head.

You moan, taking more of him down your throat until tears are pricking at your eyes. You use your hand to squeeze the base of his cock while you hollow your cheeks around the rest of what you can fit in your mouth. Jaemin lifts his head, looking down at you, lost in your own little world, seemingly enjoying this as much as he is.

That was enough for Jaemin to shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.

Jaemin's sensitive cock twitches against your tongue, watching your pretty lips slide off his dick, licking the drops of his cum off the corners of your mouth before swallowing.

"Since when were you such a morning person?" Jaemin asks, catching his breath.

Sitting up on your knees, you crawl into his lap. "I'm not. Just a really horny one," you wrap your arms around his neck.

Jaemin laughs against your lips, holding your hips.

A knock on the door startles you, pulling you away from Jaemin. "If you two are done fucking, breakfast is ready," you hear Rina's voice.

"Oh my god," your eyes widen, "I wasn't even that loud, was I?" you ask in horror.

"You weren't exactly quiet," Jaemin says.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," you roll your eyes.

"So now this is my fault?"

"Yes," you answer, getting off him.

You stand and suddenly become aware of the ache in your legs. Jaemin places his hands on your hips to steady you, ready to follow you out.

As you make your way downstairs, the smell of weed hangs heavily in the air, and you can hear some sort of disagreement in the living room over the music playing from the kitchen, letting you know almost everyone is awake.

Great.

"Good morning," you enter the kitchen with Jaemin close behind you.

"Must've been a good morning for you indeed," Meera says, and you pinch her as you pass by her.

"Save me a seat," Jaemin whispers, kissing your cheek and lightly tapping your ass before joining the wake and bake sesh going on in the living room.

You can feel the eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food. Rina, Meera, and Kali all wait until you sit down before they begin.

"So, last night was…interesting," Meera starts.

"What makes you say so?" you ask.

"For starters, you missed everything with Kali and Chenle last night-" Rina begins.

"Aht, aht, this wasn't even supposed to be about me, and there's nothing to even tell," Kali cut her off.

"That game of truth or dare said otherwise..." Meera mumbles behind her coffee mug.

"It was your idiot boyfriend's idea to play that stupid game," Kali spits back defensively.

"Well, it certainly is surprising to still see you're here this morning. And that shirt is looking vaguely familiar. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing Chenle wearing it when I was here yesterday," you tease Kali.

"I was too fucked up to go home last night, and he let me borrow it so I wouldn't have to sleep in my dress," Kali explains.

"Sounding familiar?" you ask Meera.

"Just a little," Meera nods.

"Anyway, what we're actually here to discuss is whatever almost went down last night between you and Kayla," Kali says.

"Oh my god," you roll your eyes, "Whatever over-exaggeration Rina already told you, just imagine that but ten times less dramatic."

"Oh, come on. The look you had on your face, if Kayla had been two seconds faster, her ass would've ended up knocked out right in that spot," Rina says, pointing to almost the exact same spot you kissed Jaemin last night.

You laugh before flinging a piece of bacon at Rina.

"That is so, not what would have happened," you shake your head, "But it doesn't matter now anyway since Jaemin made it very clear, they are nothing but a memory in the past."

"How clear?" Meera asks.

"Clear enough, I forgot why I was even bothered by the third time he made me cum last night," you grin as the memories flash back in your mind.

[4:26 PM] TUESDAY

A soft knock on your door brings you out of your slumber. You mumble a response to whoever's on the other side of the door, telling them to come in.

Jaemin's voice fills your ears as he calls your name, and you lift your head to look at him.

"Jaemin?" you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart," he sweetly smiles at you.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, afraid you forgot plans you made with him.

"Eunji said you weren't feeling good, so I came to check on you," Jaemin says, and before you can ask, he tells you, "I caught Rina on her way out and she let me in."

"You didn't have to come all the way over here, Jaem," you smile at him, "I'm fine," you say before groaning as your muscles contracted, "This shit ain't nothing I'm not used to," you bury your face into your pillow, wishing the pain would quickly pass.

Spotting the bottle of Motrin on your nightstand, Jaemin asks, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, not really," you finally feel the tension ease up.

"You sure, baby?" Jaemin rubs your leg soothingly.

"Unless you have something in mind, Nana," you smirk.

Jaemin grins as he pulls your legs apart, situating himself between them, and hovers over you. He lowers himself to plant a soft kiss on your lips. The quick little pecks quickly escalate into a full-on makeout, your legs locking around his waist as he grips your thigh.

"Someone's eager, huh?"

"Maybe I'm just a little needier today," you tell him.

"Not an issue for me at all," he says, slipping his hands under your hoodie.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling his fingertips softly brush your sides, sliding your hoodie up your torso. Jaemin starts kissing down your body, beginning to reposition himself between your legs.

"Jaemin, wait," you stop him, and he snaps his head up at you,

"What? What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm on my period," you tell him.

Jaemin nods, "I know. I figured that much when Eunji said you could barely get out of bed today because how bad your cramps were," he kisses your lower stomach.

Compared to your previous hookups, Jaemin had already exceeded your standards, and even now, he continues to raise them.

Wow, the bar really is in hell.

But as you stay quiet, still taken aback by his response, Jaemin pulls away from you.

"But, obviously, if you don't want to, I understand, baby," he kisses your hand.

"No, I do. It's just…"

"What?"

"I don't know. Other guys made me feel weird about it. So I guess I wasn't expecting you to not care."

"Of course I care," he softly kneads your thigh, "that's why I want to."

"What about the mess?" you pout.

"You really think a little blood bothers me?"

"Evidently not," you say, "But I just put these sheets down," you whine. Now it seemed like you were the one making up excuses.

Jaemin laughs, "I could always go grab that towel from my car," he says, "Or better yet…" he gets off you and disappears into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on before Jaemin comes back. Sitting up on your elbows, you watch as he grabs the back of his shirt, tearing it over his head. "Come get in the shower with me," he instructs before dropping his pants, leaving himself naked in front of you.

Jaemin smiles as you gawk over his figure before he leaves your sight, going into the bathroom. You rise from the bed and begin undressing as you follow his steps.

Entering the bathroom, you feel the humidity clinging to your skin as you close the door. Jaemin stands under the shower head, letting the water run down his body as he watches you through the glass door, undressing yourself the rest of the way. More steam pours out as you open the door and step into the shower. Wet strands of hair hang over Jaemin's eyes as he stares at you through his lashes.

Watching the water roll down the contours of his body has you pressing your thighs together.

"It's rude to stare, angel."

"Sorry," you snap out of it, shaking your head.

Softly smiling at how cute you are, Jaemin holds his arms out for you, "Come here."

Shortening the already small distance between you, you walk into his arms and let him embrace you. Water dripping from the ends of his hair land on your nose and cheeks with how close you are to him.

You grab Jaemin's face as he circles his arms around you. You bite down on his lip with a squeal, feeling the water hitting your back when he switches spots with you, putting you under the stream of water. Jaemin laughs as he directs you to turn away from him and pull your back against his chest.

"I've got you, sweetheart. Just relax for me," Jaemin kisses the side of your neck.

You let the warm water cascade over you, seemingly easing your tense muscles as Jaemin kisses your skin.

You lean against Jaemin's firm chest as he snakes his arms around you. His hands slowly move from your hips, sliding up your torso to cup your breasts. You begin softly mewling as Jaemin kneads the tender flesh. He feels your hardened nipples under his touch and softly tweaks them between his fingers, making you moan and arch into his hand.

"Oh, baby," he coos, "You're so sensitive," you felt him smile against your ear.

"Feels good," you crane your neck to look at him.

"Yeah, want me to keep making you feel better?"

"Please," you nod at him.

Jaemin presses his lips to yours as one of his hands slips between your thighs. You whimper, shuddering in his arms, feeling his middle finger softly stroke your swollen clit.

You grab Jaemin's hair, deepening the kiss as you roll your hips against his hand. He smiles against your lips, swallowing your moans when he sinks one of his fingers into your warm cunt.

"Yeah?" Jaemin asks, watching your brows furrow as your mouth drops open, silently moaning.

"Yes, Nana, please give me more."

"As you wish, sweetheart."

Jaemin adds two more fingers at the same time, your pussy sucking in his three digits. Your back arches away from his chest, and Jaemin flexes his arms, keeping you flush against his body.

The pain in your lower abdomen subsided, quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach tightening.

Jaemin ignores the fatigue in his arm, still curling his fingers against your gummy walls, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. He uses his other hand to focus on your clit, pressing his fingers to the stimulated bundle of nerves and rubbing calculated circles.

"Jaemin, please, oh my god-"

"Gonna cum for Nana?"

"Mhm—I'm so close."

"Go on, baby, let go for me."

Jaemin lets you rest all your weight on him as you slump against his chest, letting your orgasm wrack through your body. He kisses your shoulder, easing you through your come down.

Turning your head to find Jaemin's lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth. He softly wraps his hand around your neck to keep you there, tangling his tongue with yours. You rest your hand over his, holding your throat, saying, "Please, fuck me," you whisper against his lips.

"I love how pretty you sound begging for me."

"Please, Nana, I need you so fucking bad." With how unpredictable your emotions have been all day, you thought tears might actually start falling from your eyes if he kept teasing you like this.

"It's okay, bunny. I'm right here."

Jaemin has no trouble guiding his cock into your pussy as he holds eye contact with you, watching your face melt into bliss. A low growl-like sound emits from Jaemin's chest as he buries himself inside you.

"Holy fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good. I could keep your pretty little pussy wrapped around me all night."

The thought alone causes a new wave of arousal to flood between your legs, and you're thankful for already being in the shower.

"Jaemin," you moan.

"Not if you keep saying my name like that, though," he groans, slowly adjusting his hips. "But that's okay, baby. You can cockwarm me another time," he says, and your walls flutter around him, "Of course, you'd like that," he smiles.

Anything you had thought of saying is erased from the forefront of your mind, feeling Jaemin draw his hips back before pulling you back onto his cock. Fully sheathed inside you, it feels like he's impossibly deep inside your guts. Beyond the running water and yourself, you could hear wet skin hitting against each other as Jaemin pounded into you from behind. You don't have much to ground yourself with, holding onto the tiled wall.

"How're you feeling, bunny?" Jaemin asks against your neck.

"Good. So fucking good," you cry, "T-Thank you…thank you, Nana," you stutter as he slows down, the tip of his cock softly stroking your sweet spot.

"Nana's got to make sure his princess is all taken care of," Jaemin kisses your temple.

"Nana, please," you pant.

Jaemin smirks, watching your eyes roll back when his hand returns to your neck. This time gently squeezing the sides of your throat.

"You close again, angel?" he asks in your ear.

"Please," you beg.

"Touch yourself for me."

"Jaem-"

"You wanna cum, don't you?" he asks. You nod, and Jaemin guides one of your hands to your core, "Then let me feel you make your pretty little pussy cum on my cock."

It was hard enough to stand on your own, let alone focus on touching yourself. In contrast to Jaemin, your fingers weakly rubbed your clit with sloppily uncoordinated circles.

"That's my good girl," Jaemin hums, feeling the way your pussy chokes his dick as he thrusts into you. "Cum for Nana," he tells you.

"Jaem!" You desperately reach for him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other left red scratches down his forearm.

With your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, Jaemin secures his firm hold to keep you upright. His soft grunts fill your ears as your pussy pulses around his cock, making it harder to resist the urge to cum inside you. You feel Jaemin's cock twitch against your walls, brushing your abused g-spot when he quickly slips out of your cunt. You hear Jaemin's breathy moans as he jerks himself in his hand, cumming on your lower back.

"Fuck," you tiredly fall against the tiled wall.

"How are you feeling now?" Jaemin asks, pulling you away from the wall and turning you to him.

"So much better," you say through shallow breaths. "Thank you, Jaemin."

He kisses your forehead, "Now let's actually get you cleaned up."

[6:42 PM] SUNDAY

"Ow! You just pricked me!" Haechan exclaims.

"If you weren't moving, I wouldn't have," Rina grits through her teeth.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Haechan asks.

"Of course I fucking do. This is my major!" Rina now purposely pricks Haechan's arm with a sewing needle, "Mimi, I swear to god, I'm going to sew your boyfriend's mouth shut," she turns to Meera on the couch.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. Hyuck's real good at using that mouth for more than just talking," Meera smiles proudly.

"Oh my god, please stop," you cover your ears and roll off the couch.

Not wanting to hear what Haechan could have possibly said back to his girlfriend, you go down the hall to bother Kali and Jaemin.

You peer your head into the bathroom to see Jaemin leaning over the side of the tub while Kali washes the dye out of his hair with the detachable showerhead.

"Hey, pass me that towel," Kali points to the towel hanging on the door.

Handing her the towel, you ask, "How're you doing, Jaem?"

"None of my hair has fallen out yet, so that's a good sign," Jaemin replies.

Once Kali rings all the water out of Jaemin's hair, she securely wraps the towel around his head and allows him to stand to his full height.

"Can I see?" you ask like an impatient child.

Kali pulls the towel off Jaemin's head, ruffling his hair to get the rest of the water out.

"Oh my god," your eyes widen.

"What do you think?" Kali asks.

"You like?" Jaemin asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I love," you nod, fighting very hard to resist the urge to run your fingers through his vibrant pink hair yourself.

Throwing the towel back on his head, Jaemin follows you down the hallway back to the living room.

"Jaemin, please tell me you're done," Rina sighs.

"Kali still needs to cut and blow dry my hair," Jaemin answers.

"Damn it. Where's Jeno when you need him? What about Renjun? Is he still studying?" Rina asks.

"I'm not even here," Renjun quickly passes through to the kitchen.

"I'm still right here, you know," Haechan places his hand on his hip.

"Can I get confirmation from all of you you're coming up to lake house this weekend?" Chenle says the moment he enters the house.

"We're doing that this weekend?" Rina stops hemming Haechan's pants.

"This is the last week of the semester. Did we not agree this weekend after Jaemin's exhibit?" Renjun asks.

"That's this week too??" Rina stands up.

"Yup," Jaemin nods, ringing the water out of his ears.

"Oh my god, I don't have anything to wear for any of this," Rina frustratedly ran her hands through her hair.

"This might be a crazy idea, but you could always make something," Chenle says.

"With what time? I still have to finish this and three other outfits for this final project by Wednesday," Rina says.

"Don't you also have to finish my dress for Thursday?" you wonder out loud.

"Fuck!" Rina stomped her foot.

"Hyuck, take off your clothes," Meera stands from the couch.

"Right here in front of all of them, baby? You know I'm not opposed to putting on a show as long as everyone else is okay with it." Haechan says, reaching for his girlfriend.

"No, dummy," she lightly pushes him away, "Take off these clothes and go put some of your own back on, so Rina can take a break," Meera says.

Rina sighed, "I can't-"

"You need to take a break before you stress yourself out more than you already have. I'm not too bad with a thread and needle so I'll help you with whatever, okay?" Meera offers.

After Rina agrees to taking a brief break, a joint magically appears with the words, "Don't say I never do anything for you," from Chenle.

"Shit, I really needed this," Rina drops her head to the back of the couch as she expels the smoke from her lips. "Jaem, you want?" she asks as she passes the joint off to you.

"You know I could never say no," he replies. Joining the rest of you in the living room, Jaemin comes over to you and moves your legs out of the way, making room for himself on the couch, and you hand him the spliff.

"Thank you, beautiful," he takes the joint from you.

Your eyes find themselves glued to Jaemin, watching him take a long drag, letting the cherry burn bright orange for a few seconds. You take in the way the pink fringes of hair frame his face, the new color and cut complimenting him well.

But you're torn out of your thoughts when the front door opens, and Rina jumps to her feet, "Jeno, thank god! Please, I need you, please!" she begs.

"Didn't think she'd be so impetuous when she confessed this," Meera mutters before being met with a pillow to her face, thrown by Rina.

"Uh..yeah sure. What do you need?" Jeno asks.

"First, your measurements," she spins him around and starts measuring his shoulders.

Jaemin makes himself comfortable, draping himself on top of you.

"I've missed you," Jaemin mumbles into your neck.

You laugh, softly threading your fingers through his damp hair, "How? I've been here for the past four hours."

Jaemin lifts his head, "Yeah but I couldn't give you much of my attention. I'm sorry," he pouts.

"Babe, what are you sorry for? I'm fine, not upset," you reassuringly smile at him.

"Still, four hours I spent not really with you...Not touching you," you notice his eyes fall to your lips, "Drove me to near insanity."

You press your lips to his, and Jaemin hums, satisfied into your mouth.

Jaemin only stops kissing you when he's hit in the back of his head with another pillow thrown by Rina, "If you two are not going to be of any help please exit my workspace and go get a room," she says.

"Gladly," Jaemin gets off the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his room.

"Wait, Jaem, I still need to give you a blowout," Kali called after him.

"Don't worry Kal, I think I have that covered," you wink as you follow Jaemin up the steps.

"Oh my god, you guys are so gross!"

[7:36 PM] THURSDAY

"How late are we?" you ask as you exit Eunji's car.

"Only a few minutes, but we look good, so there's nothing wrong with being a little fashionably late," Eunji says.

"Especially you," Eunseong says to you, "Rin, you absolutely outdid yourself. And when the fuck can I get one of these?"

"Please give me at least a week before I can make anything else with these hands," Rina said as you all entered the art gallery.

"Did we miss anything?" Eunji asks when you all find Meera and Haechan first.

"Just some rich white woman's speech," Meera answers.

"Perfect, so we missed nothing," Ningning laughed.

"Where's Jaemin and the rest?" you ask.

"Last we saw Jaem, he was over there. Everyone else is everywhere else," Haechan tells you.

The other three stay back to keep talking with Meera and Haechan as you break off from them to find Jaemin. You tried prioritizing your search for him but couldn't but get distracted by the exhibits around you. The sculptures, paintings, photographs, and drawings displayed all over the gallery had you in awe of the work created by your fellow classmates.

Your eyes land on a picture that seems familiar to you. Getting a closer look, you realize it's a picture of Haechan and Meera from a few months ago when you all went to a music festival. You remember that day vividly. It had only been the second day of the festival, and half of you were struggling to cure hangovers from the previous night. Meera and Hyuck seemed to be the only ones sober enough to actually enjoy the performances as they sang and danced with one another. It was the intense passion the two have for one another that you could feel through the picture. Jaemin makes the point to emphasize the emotions in the photo with everything out of focus, your two friends being the center of it all.

You continued looking at the rest of Jaemin's work and noticed your appearance in the photos becoming more frequent as you moved in what you assume is the chronological order of when the pictures were taken.

Jaemin sees you as he speaks with a few sponsors and swiftly excuses himself. He tries to push every inappropriate thought he has, seeing the high slit in the dress and material accentuate every curve of your body.

"He's got a good eye, don't you think?" Jaemin asks you.

"He does," You turn to him and smile. "I'm curious, though, why us?"

"We had to choose an emotion we see every day; happiness, anger, sadness, frustration, fear, love," Jaemin tells you, "I know none of us would put up with one another if we didn't like each other on some basis, but I think the way we express our love to one another is comical, but I also think it's beautiful."

"I love that," you smile.

"Can I show you my favorite one?" he holds his hand out for you.

Taking his hand, you let Jaemin lead you through the rest of his collection until he stops in front of one of the pictures. It was a photo of you. It was big enough that it would take up most of your bedroom wall. You know it was taken not that long ago, remembering that outfit and the party you wore it to. With everyone else dancing, smoking, and drinking around you, you had been the only thing in focus. You can even bet you knew what song you were dancing to by the smile on your face.

"Jaem, when did you take this?" you ask him.

Jaemin smiles, "You and Aeri were too far into the song to even notice," he shrugs, "I don't know, I just couldn't take my eyes off you and just took this on my phone."

This is quite literally the most beautiful picture of you ever taken, and Jaemin just snapped it on his phone amid the chaos you remember of Eric's party while most definitely not sober.

"Why include this picture?" you ask.

"It's my way of showing everyone else the way I see you," he said.

Oh….Oh?

You have no chance to say anything as an older woman approaches the both of you, "Jaemin, I'm still finding it hard to believe these weren't done by a licensed professional with this level of artistry," she says, looking around at his work before leaning into Jaemin and speaking lowly, "I'm not really supposed to say anything now," she looks around, "But that summer internship is practically yours already."

"Wow, that's so great to hear, Mrs. Walters," Jaemin smiles as he shakes her hand before she turns to you.

"Oh, and I recognize you from most of the photographs. Is this your girlfriend?" she asks.

You look at Jaemin, and he looks at you before smiling and squeezing your hand.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend," Jaemin says.

"How wonderful. Such a beautiful couple," Mrs. Walters smiles at you.

You both thanked her before she was called away, "Again, amazing work, Jaemin. Can't wait to work with you this summer. And lovely meeting you, sweetie."

You nod, barely hearing anything that had just come out of her mouth, still hung up on what had come out of Jaemin's

He just called you his girlfriend?? Jaemin? Girlfriend? You?…Jaemin's girlfriend.

You thought you might possibly explode from the sheer happiness boiling inside you.

You don't realize you've been smiling at Jaemin for quite a minute until your cheeks start hurting. You need to tell someone right now before you absolutely lose it in front of Jaemin and everyone else. You attempt to walk away until Jaemin pulls you back to him instead of letting your hand go.

"Girlfriend—You just…called me your girlfriend," you stumble over your words.

"I did," Jaemin nods, "Was that okay?"

"Say it just one more time for me."

"My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend."

"I love it," you kiss him, "Now please let me go scream about it in the bathroom."

Jaemin laughs, kissing you one last time before letting you go.

You immediately find Rina by a sculpture that very closely resembles Jeno. How many side gigs does this man have? But you waste no time asking questions about it right now and link Rina's arm, taking her to the bathroom. As you pass Eunji talking to Kara by the bar, Rina snatches Eunji, bringing her along.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Eunji asks as you start pacing around the bathroom.

You stop in your tracks, "Jaemin just called me his girlfriend," you tell them.

Rina's eyes widen before she screams, inducing you and Eunji to scream as well.

The acoustics in the bathroom make the three of you sound like a party of twelve until you realize that you three aren't alone as Meera and Kali exit the big stall, followed by a cloud of smoke.

"Congratulations, babe. I'm so happy for you," Meera throws her arms around you.

"Jeno said people can hear us out there," Rina reads the text he sent, "But who cares cause my baby is finally boo'd up!" she grabs your face and kisses your cheek.

"Okay, guys, I just needed to get out there before I literally passed out but I'm good now so we should get back out there," you say.

"Anyone want a hit before we go?" Kali takes her cart out of her bag.

"Don't mind if I do," Rina takes the pen.

"Where'd this come from?" you ask before taking a hit.

"…Chenle gave it to me," Kali answers.

"And the pieces fall into place," Meera mumbles.

"What??" Everyone snaps their attention to her.

Meera brushes it off, "Nothing."

. . .

You made sure you didn't get too high, considering you're still out in public at a somewhat formal event. You returned to Jaemin and stayed by his side the rest of the night, your hand in his.

As you all exit the gallery and fill out into the parking lot, Jaemin asks, "Can I drive you home?"

"Yeah," you nod and start walking to Jaemin's car.

"Hey! You two, we have an early morning tomorrow, so you better-" Eunji yells after you.

"He's only driving me home!" you yell back.

As he drives, Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, keeping the other steady on the wheel. You can't tell if he's doing it purposely or not, but with each soft squeeze or subtle inch he moves his hand up higher you bite your lip harder attempting to keep your composure. You can feel your insides quivering as you refrain from pressing your thighs together. You look over at him and already regret that decision with how fine he looks in the light of each passing streetlamp.

Stopping at a red light, Jaemin turns his head to see you already looking at him. He softly smiles at you and takes your hand from your lap, interlacing his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, keeping his hand in yours as the light turns green.

Jaemin reaches your street and parks a few houses down from yours.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Jaemin says.

"Baby, you know I wouldn't have missed this for anything," you say before kissing him. "Too bad you can't come up. Eunji's making us clean the whole house before the trip."

"And I'm driving tomorrow, so I really should go home and get some sleep," Jaemin says but makes no move to leave you.

You kiss him and unbuckle your seatbelt. But before you can exit the car, Jaemin locks the door.

You laugh, "Jaemin."

"Don't go just yet."

"Okay."

He leans over the console and grabs the back of your neck, crashing his lips into yours.

Jaemin lowly curses, pulling away from your lips, "Guess if I can't bring you home with me, I'll just have to take you in here," he licks his lips, "Get in the backseat."

"Unlock the door," you tell him.

He unlocks the doors, and you exit the passenger's seat. Jaemin comes around to your side of the car and grabs your waist before you get into the back.

"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," he practically undresses you with his eyes, "Really regretting not following you into the bathroom instead. Would've loved the chance to fuck you in this dress tonight. Goddamn," Jaemin rasped, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each of his words, "And Rina made this?"

You nod, smoothing out the dress, "Perfection, ain't it," you sway.

"You certainly are," Jaemin kisses you, "Remind me to thank Rina," he kisses your neck, "And possibly apologize for when the day comes and I tear this thing off you," he firmly grabs your ass, "Too bad it can't be today," he pouts.

Jaemin follows you into the backseat of his car, closing the door behind him. You push his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the front seat to keep it out of the way.

Jaemin cradles the back of your head as you lean against the window, keeping you from hitting it as you're too distracted with kissing him. You wrap your arms around his neck while sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He pulls away, and you tug on his lip with your teeth lightly before letting go.

"Allow me the pleasure of making you cum at least once tonight," Jaemin says, rubbing his hand up and down your bare thigh.

You all but moan at his words. Nodding, you say, "Please, Jaemin."

Eager with anticipation, you watch Jaemin's hand slowly glide up your inner thigh, gently guiding your legs apart. His hand disappears beneath your dress, inching closer to where you desperately need him.

Jaemin inquisitively hums when his fingers brush your slick-covered folds, making you shudder.

"No panties, angel?" Jaemin asks.

"The lines would've ruined the dress," you say, trying to keep your hips from chasing after his hand.

Jaemin groans, clenching his jaw, "I really should have fucked you in that bathroom," he says. As he feels your slick dripping onto his hand, Jaemin continues to egg you on with his words, "Would have bent you over that countertop, fucked you from behind. Make you look at your pretty face while I ruin your pretty little pussy."

You let out a pathetic whimper as your legs shut with Jaemin's hand still between them, using the pressure of his fingers against your clit to provide yourself with some sort of relief.

"Oh, you really would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?" Jaemin smiles, pulling your legs apart. "If only all those people knew my pretty angel was such a slut," he says, sliding a finger into you.

You moan, throwing your head back, and Jaemin's lips attack your neck. He sinks his teeth into the sweet spot below your ear, and you arch into his touch, grabbing his hair.

Kissing his way back up your throat, Jaemin studies your face as your expression twists with pleasure.

"This is definitely a sight I can't get tired of," Jaemin kisses your jaw. "My baby taking my fingers so well," he adds a second before adding a third.

"Jaemin—fuck, please don't stop," You bury your face into Jaemin's neck as you grind your hips against his hand.

"I would never, bunny," Jaemin quickens the pace of his fingers while keeping your clit stimulated with his thumb. You reach for Jaemin's wrist to ground yourself and can feel the muscles flexing in his forearm as he feverishly finger fucked you.

"Please-oh my god, I'm so close," you gasp.

"Yeah, baby? Cum for Nana."

You cum with a cry of curses, and your entire body feels white hot. Jaemin continues to finger you, and you can hear the obscene squelching of his fingers pumping into your sopping pussy as you cum on his hand. You start to toe to the border of overstimulation as your body shakes, and you push Jaemin's hand away from your pussy.

"Okay, it's okay, angel," he says, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. You keep your head buried in his neck, securely curling your arms around him. Jaemin hugs you tightly, softly rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You finally lift your head and rest your forehead against his.

"You okay, baby?" he nudges your nose with his.

"Yeah," you smile. You grab Jaemin's jaw and kiss him passionately. "But I should probably get going before Eunji sends out an APB for me," you joke.

"I know," Jaemin laughs, "I'll walk you to the door."

He holds your hand the entire five-second walk to your front door.

"Goodnight, Jaemin," you kiss him.

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow," he kisses you one last time before heading back to his car. "You're also riding with me, by the way, if that wasn't clear already," he points at you.

"I didn't think you'd have it any other way."

"Goodnight, angel," Jaemin winks as you turn your key in the door.

You're met with Rina and Eunji in the living room, sorting their freshly cleaned clothes as they pack their bags.

"Did you two get lost or end up taking the long way home?" Rina asks.

"Jaem must've missed the exit," you say.

"You left before us," Eunji narrowed her eyes.

"Must've missed a few exits," you shrug, "Jaemin loves the dress by the way," you say as you head to your room.

"I knew he would," Rina grins.

[8:12 AM] FRIDAY

Having been awake for the past hour and a half, courtesy of your beloved roommate, you, Rina, and Eunji are running on schedule for once and had all your things downstairs, waiting for Jaemin, Haechan, and Chenle to arrive with the rest of your friends. But with it being so early and having to wait for everyone else to get picked up before you three do, you end up falling asleep on the couch, vowing to only close your eyes for a few seconds.

30 minutes later, you wake up to the sound of a car horn honking outside before Rina has the chance to let you know herself that everyone's outside.

You grumble, rising from your nap, "That better not be-"

"You already know it is," Rina says as you follow her outside with your things to greet your friends.

"Hyuck, unless you've mastered how to drive with only one hand, I suggest you take that one off the horn before you lose it," you say, annoyed as you roll your suitcase towards Jaemin's car

The Gemini sticks his tongue out at you, and you flip him off.

"Come on, baby, play nice," Jaemin says, picking up your things and packing them into his trunk.

"It's too early in the morning for his shit," you scoff.

Jaemin's able to remove to scowl from your face with a kiss to your lips before you're startled by another car honk.

"Sorry, hand slipped," Haechan smiles as you narrow your eyes.

"Jesus, Rina, what the hell do you have in here? We're only staying for five days, not three weeks," Jeno says as he carries her bag to the back of Jaemin's car.

"Not even that much. You know, the essentials; clothes, toiletries, makeup, my rolling tray, my bong-" Rina starts listing off before Kali interrupts.

"Wait, where's Eunji?" Kali asks, sticking her head out of Chenle's car.

That is a great question.

"Why do things with us always have to be like herding sheep," Renjun shakes his head, slumping against Haechan's car.

He's right. It's like a class field trip, even with only the fourteen of you, always bound to lose track of at least one person.

Just as Meera starts taking a head count, Eunji reappears with a coffee in hand.

"Are we waiting for something?" Eunji asks.

"Yeah, you," Yangyang says.

"Well, I'm here now. We can go," Eunji smiles once Jisung helps pack her duffel into Chenle's car.

"Let's make sure we have everyone first."

After you count the five heads in Chenle's car, four in Haechan's, and the last five, including yourself, in Jaemin's, you climb into Jaemin's passenger seat.

"Hey, I thought you said I could have shotgun," Jeno says.

"I said you could have shotgun on the way over here. I already promised it's hers for the next few hours," Jaemin tells his best friend.

"Sorry. Girlfriend rules," you tease Jeno with a wink.

"Girlfriend rules," Jaemin shrugs.

Jeno shakes his head with a laugh and closes your door before getting into the car next to Rina in the seat behind you. In the furthest backseat, Eunseong finally wakes up when Jeno slams his door a little too hard.

"We there yet?" Eunseong groggily asks.

"We're just about to leave now, babe," Rina looks over her shoulder at Eunseong.

She nods and lies back down, "Wake me when we get there," she quickly falls back asleep.

[1:52 PM]

Chenle takes out the keys to his uncle's lakehouse and enters, all of you following in behind him.

"We've already agreed that the drivers get their own rooms. But the rest of you guys have the other five to choose from-" Before Chenle can finish, Rina grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs to look for a room. "The biggest one is mine!" Chenle yells after you two.

You trail behind Rina as she looks through each room you pass before finding one with a good view of the water.

"This one is definitely ours!"

Rina was quick to stake her claim on this room, unpacking her things as soon as she decided.

A knock from the other side of the door, followed by your name, catches both of your attention.

"I wasn't sure where you wanted me to bring your bags, so I'm just gonna leave them out here, okay?" Jaemin says.

"Okay, thank you!" you yell back to him.

"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about you and Jaemin," Rina says.

"I already agreed to room with you, it's fine," you tell her.

"But that was before he was your boyfriend," she says with a smile, "So it's fine, go stay in his room and leave me here all by my lonesome," she dramatically sighed.

"Shut up, Rin, I'll stay if you really want me to," you say, and she victoriously hugs you, "But I can't promise I'll be actually sleeping in here much," you tell her honestly.

"That's fair."

As everyone else claimed their rooms and began unpacking their things, you wandered around the house looking for Jaemin. You reached a room a few doors down from yours, which was slightly open, and peered your head in.

"Jaemin?" you call out to him.

"Mhm?" you hear him respond.

You enter the room and find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. You quietly tiptoe over to him and gently climb onto the bed.

"Tired, baby?" you ask.

"Just a little. Nothing a quick nap can fix," Jaemin says.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Now, why would I want that," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. "Did you come to apologize for leaving me for Rina?"

You whine, burying your head in his chest, "Oh my god, don't you do this to me too. I already feel bad enough as it is."

"I'm just kidding, baby," Jaemin rubs your arm, "It's fine, seriously."

"Well, Rina's fine with compromising and giving me up for a few nights if you'd still have me."

"I'd take you any and every way I possibly could," he says suggestively.

"I thought you were tired," you say.

"Mhmm…" Jaemin rolls over, lying on top of you, "I'm confident enough in my abilities to make you cum at least once without exerting too much of my energy."

"I'd like to see you try."

[9:20 PM]

"Hey, Ji, where'd you put that bottle of pink whitney?" Eunseong asks.

Jisung wordlessly moves across the kitchen to the cabinets and reaches to the highest shelf to grab the bottle.

"You little shit..." Eunseong narrows her eyes

"It was Renjun who said to keep it as far away from you as possible," Jisung says.

"That bitch!" she snatches the bottle from Jisung before searching for Renjun.

You grab your drink and follow everyone else back outside. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Jaemin right where you left him with Rina, Yangyang, and Ningning.

"Is that what I think it is?" you ask, inserting yourself into the conversation as you sit on Jaemin's lap.

"If you're thinking tabs of LSD, then yes, it is," Yangyang holds up the baggie of illicit substances.

Jaemin smiles adoringly, watching your eyes widen.

You gasp, "I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to try them."

"You wanna trip with me?" Ningning asks, excited.

"Tonight?"

Before anyone can answer you, Kali and Eunji drunkenly run out of the house; Eunji with the bottle of alcohol in her hand.

"Nah, tomorrow night. I think some of us have already reached our limit," Yangyang says with a laugh, watching the girls stumble over their own feet as they neared the shoreline.

"Oh god, what are those two doing?" you ask, concerned for your friends.

"You guys broke out the pink whitney without me!?" Rina exclaims, standing from her seat and following them toward the bonfire, bringing Ningning in the process before Yangyang trails behind as well.

Being left alone, Jaemin takes this as an opportunity. He brings your attention to him, softly bouncing his leg beneath you.

You smile, turning to him before you lean in and kiss his lips, cupping his face. You taste the smoke still on his tongue mixed with the bitterness of the beer he's been drinking. Jaemin slides his hand on your lower back down to grab your ass, making you moan into his mouth. You feel Jaemin's other hand on your leg slip beneath your skirt, firmly gripping your upper thigh.

But before things can escalate even further, Eunseong runs out of the house. Spotting the two of you away from everyone else, she nudges you before slurring, "You two better get your pretty asses up and join us."

"For what?" you ask.

"Skinny dipping!" Eunseong sprints towards the lake.

Watching your friends leave trails of clothes along the shoreline and hearing them laugh and splash around leads you to stand from Jaemin's lap and step off the porch. You turn back to him before pulling your shirt off, revealing your bra.

"You coming, Nana?" you smirk teasingly.

Jaemin rises from his seat, stalking after you as he takes off his shirt. Once he starts following you, you continue to strip, leading him toward the water where the rest of your friends are.

[11:16 AM] SATURDAY

Jaemin watches as your chest rises and falls slowly with each gentle breath you take. His eyes scan the rest of your body, suddenly finding it hard to resist his urges.

The first time the topic came up, Jaemin wasn't sure if you were serious. But when Jaemin brought it up again a few days later, you confirmed the truth with him.

"Would you actually be into being fucked awake?" Jaemin asked.

You looked up from your phone and then around the room, not knowing where this was coming from.

"Yeah…" you answered, "I've obviously never tried it but I don't know, the thought alone kinda excites me," you told Jaemin, "Why?"

"I mean, if you ever do wanna try-"

"Yes," you didn't even let him finish.

Jaemin laughed, putting his arm around you, "Okay, princess, I'll keep it in mind."

Still asleep, you kick the covers off you and move into a more comfortable position as you hug Jaemin's pillow closer to you. The innocent thoughts of how adorable you look were quickly interrupted by sinful ones as a shirt you stole out of Jaemin's suitcase rose up your hips, uncovering your bare lower half.

After your late night swim, the two of you jumped into the shower together before heading to bed, and you had only threw on one of Jaemin's shirts to go to sleep, not feeling the necessity to cover much more of yourself.

As Jaemin rises from the chair to near the bed, your words replay in his head. Just as he's about to climb onto the mattress, he freezes when you roll onto your back, still asleep.

Perfect.

Jaemin gently parts your legs even wider to make space for himself between them. He slowly kisses his way up your thighs, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders so he doesn't wake you yet. Jaemin smiles to himself, seeing your folds already glistening with the morning sunlight entering through the window.

Jaemin uses two of his fingers to part your folds and gives an experimental lick to your clit. Flitting his eyes back up to your face and seeing your eyes still closed, Jaemin resumes, flattening his tongue against your slit, He softly sucks your clit into his mouth, and your breathing becomes shallow. Your thigh twitches, and Jaemin rubs your leg as he teases your hole with the tip of his tongue. Tasting your essence on his buds leads Jaemin to slide his tongue inside you.

Your hips start subtly moving against his face, but he can tell you're not awake yet with how relatively quiet and motionless you still are.

"Nana," you murmur. Oh, so you definitely are dreaming about him. "Please," you whisper.

Jaemin circles his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face, pushing his tongue deeper inside you, wiggling the muscle against your velvety walls. Your back arches, and you start to squirm.

He doesn't care about not waking you anymore, already feeling the way your pussy gushes around his tongue.

Your eyes finally flutter open, and it registers that Jaemin really has his head between your thighs, and you're really waking up to him eating you out right now. You almost cum from the sight alone.

"Oh my god, Jaemin," you throw your head back.

Jaemin moans into your pussy, the vibrations from his mouth sending shocks of electricity up your spine, and your hand flies to his hair, roughly tugging at his roots.

Your legs became restless, yearning desperately to cum on Jaemin's tongue. He pushed your knees to your chest, digging his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs.

"Please, Nana, m'so close," you mewl.

"Cum for me, bunny," Jaemin mumbles against your folds before delving his tongue back in.

Jaemin holds your legs as they start shaking, unable to hold yourself together any longer as your orgasm hits you.

Your hips thrashed against Jaemin's mouth, dragging out the high of cumming on his tongue as long as you could before oversensitivity took over you.

"Holy fuck, Jaemin," you huff, trying to catch your breath.

"Best way to wake you, huh," Jaemin kisses your lips.

"Definitely was," you nod.

[7:09 PM]

After getting ready in your partially shared room with Rina, you both head downstairs, along with Eunji. Jaemin welcomely invites you into his space when you sit next to him, and he snakes his arm around you.

"Are we all taking some?" Renjun asks.

"No, not everyone wants to, but even if they did, I don't think we'd have enough anyway," Yangyang answers.

"How much is this supposed to be?" you ask, taking a tab.

"Less than 15 mcg. Just a microdose," Kali answers.

"I'm surprised you're sitting this one out. Thought you'd be the first one to want to try acid," Meera says.

"I'm fine being a trip sitter this time. I've already tried it," Kali says.

"When??" Ningning asks.

"Few weeks ago, me, Yangyang, and Lele had our first trip."

"Lele," you and Meera gave each other a look.

"Don't start," Kali scolds the both of you.

"Are you ready?" Jaemin asks, holding his finger up with the tab.

"Yeah," you excitedly smile.

You both place the tab under your tongue and let it dissolve, everyone else doing the same shortly after.

"Okay, now what?" Eunji asks.

"We wait."

. . .

"Are you okay?" Rina asks you.

You aren't sure exactly when it started to hit, but since you had just been staring at the pattern of Jisung's hoodie because the lines started shifting and warping, you know it's starting to take effect.

You snap out of your daze and bring your focus to Rina, returning to reality with a giggle.

"Yeah, I'm great," you nod, taking a sip of water.

"Yeah?"

"I promise, Rina," you pull her in for a hug, "You know I love you, though, right."

"Of course, and I love your crazy ass just as much," she leaves a smooch on your cheek.

Jaemin enters the kitchen finding you and Rina having your moment in the corner. "Everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," you answer, "Are you?" you break the hug, suddenly concerned about him.

"Yeah," Jaemin softly smiles before pulling you into him, "I was just missing you."

"Aww," you gush, kissing his cheek.

"Alright and I'll take that as my cue," Rina reassuringly squeezes your hand before heading back into the living room.

"How are you feeling?" Jaemin asks you.

"Good. I just feel so…good," you sway in Jaemin's arms, your body seemingly unable to stay still.

"Yeah, me too," he nods.

Jaemin wordlessly stares back at you with his dilated pupils as you study him entirely. You can't get your eyes to stay focused on one thing. From the locks of hair flopping back over his forehead as Jaemin runs his hand through it, to the shade of pink his lips have turned as a result of him mindlessly tugging them between his teeth.

"You look really pretty, baby," he tells you.

"Do I not always?" you ask teasingly, leaning against the counter.

"You already know you do," Jaemin nods, "I just can't get over this skirt," he ghosts his fingertips up your bare skin before softly squeezing your thigh.

"Don't start unless you're gonna do something about it, Nana," you smirk suggestively, placing your hand on his chest.

Before Jaemin can respond, Eunseong finally figures out how to connect her phone to Chenle's sound system, and you hear music playing from the living room.

You gasp as the first beat drops, "We need to go, I love this song," you grab his hand and lead him back into the living room.

You couldn't possibly describe the way your body feels right now, with yourself pressed so close to Jaemin's right now as the music and lsd continue to course through your veins. During the transition to the next song, you turn to face Jaemin and wrap your arms around his neck.

You continue to dance in his arms as you subtly break away from the group, Jaemin pulling you aside.

"What?" you ask him.

"You were the one staring at me," Jaemin says.

"Cause you were doing it first," you retort.

"I like looking at you," he smiles.

A beat of silence passes between you two as you stare at your boyfriend. You can't seem to focus on only one feature of his face, "Jaemin."

"Yes, baby?"

"You're very pretty too," you tell him.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"And I really wanna kiss you."

"Right here in front of everyone, baby?" he asks jokingly.

"Who cares. It's not like it's anything they haven't seen before," you say.

Jaemin only keeps smiling as he cups your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. It feels like a jolt of electricity surging through your body, Jaemin's lips on yours.

You moan into his mouth and curl your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. As Jaemin's tongue swipes the seam of your lips, he reaches his hand down to grab your ass, and you can already feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach.

"Hey, if you two are gonna start this take it somewhere else. We have children in the room!" Eunji says, covering Ningning's eyes as she giggles, peeking through Eunji's fingers.

"Don't gotta tell me twice," you intertwine your fingers with Jaemin's and make your way upstairs to his room.

You can still hear your friends' laughter and the music from downstairs as the door closes behind you. You moan around Jaemin's tongue when he pushes his knee between your legs, and you grind your hip against his thigh.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Nana," you whine.

He laughs, "What, angel? You know I need to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. So bad, please, Jaem."

Jaemin hums, watching you crane your neck as he tilts your chin upward, "Gonna let me touch you?" he kisses your neck, "Taste you?" he glides his tongue over your skin, "Fuck you?" he says in your ear, leaving you completely soaked.

"Oh my god, please, Jaemin," you desperately drag your hips against his denim-clad leg.

"Love the way my pretty girl begs," Jaemin flexes his thigh to make you shudder, "Get on the bed for me, sweetheart," he tells you.

Jaemin watches you make your way over to the bed. You teasingly crawl sensually toward the pillows, purposefully swaying your hips, causing your skirt to rise up over your ass a bit.

You playfully yelp when you feel Jaemin grab your ankles and pull you back toward the edge of the bed. Jaemin pushes your skirt up to your hips and hooks his fingers in the band on your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.

You push your hips back toward him, silently begging him to do something. All the while, Jaemin's eyes were trained on your drooling pussy, leaking with arousal, yearning to be touched.

Jaemin's thumb runs up your slit collecting your juices on his finger before rubbing your clit. You whine, and it brings a smile to Jaemin's face. He teasingly circles your entrance with the tip of his middle finger before he slips the digit inside of you. Your arms no longer support your upper body, and you drop your head to the mattress, deepening your arch as you feel two of his fingers scissor against your velvety walls. Jaemin watches, entranced with the way your slick coats his fingers as your pussy sucks them in farther. He thinks he can stand here and play with you all night if you'd let him, but the more he hears your desperate pleas of his name, the more Jaemin's resolve weakens. He takes his hand away, and you frustratedly huff. But before you can complain any further, you feel Jaemin's tongue licking a fat stripe from your clit to your slit.

"Fuck, Jaemin," you grab onto the sheets to brace yourself.

His fingernails leave little crescent shape indentations on your skin as he firmly grips the plush of your ass. Jaemin traces the outline of your labia with his tongue before weaseling the wet muscle into your pussy. You push your hips back even further against his face, allowing Jaemin's tongue to reach deeper inside you than before.

You bite down on your forearm, needing to sink your teeth into something. You're unable to keep your body still, so deeply immersed in euphoria. Jaemin roughly brings one of his hands down on your ass, making you moan louder from the pleasurable pain before it fades away. He smirks against your skin, slapping your other cheek, and you cry Jaemin's name.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks, replacing his mouth with his hand to speak in your ear.

"Yes, Nana. You're making me feel so good," you arch your back against his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.

"That's what I love to hear. It's all I want; to make you feel good."

"You do, Jaem. Like no one else. You're too good to me," you roll your hips into his hand.

"Too good, mhm?" Jaemin kisses your jaw, "I'm only giving you what you deserve, princess. It's pathetic no one else has ever been capable enough to receive the pleasure of doing this to you—make you scream, make you cry, make you shake." he chuckles as he curls his fingers, massaging your sweet spot, "And they definitely never will now."

"Jaemin, please," you gasp, "I'm so close."

"Is that right? Gonna cum for me, pretty?" he asks, and you frantically nod.

He then drops to his knees and shoves his face back into your pussy.

So close, on the verge of tears, you claw at the sheets, your spine extending even further to move your hips as your grind against Jaemin's tongue. You can feel a mess of fluids slowly making its way down your inner thighs, but Jaemin couldn't care less about his saliva mixed with your juices, dripping down to his face. He spreads your lips and continues flicking his tongue against your clit.

"Fuck, right there," your eyes roll back.

Jaemin firmly wraps his hands around your thighs to hold you as still as possible as he makes you cum. Your toes curl, and you bury your face into the sheets, cumming on Jaemin's tongue.

You think you're going to sink into the mattress beneath. Your thighs shake and attempt to free out of Jaemin's hold once you begin to feel overstimulated. Jaemin leaves one last kiss on your clit before letting your body tiredly collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, come on, sweetheart," Jaemin rubs your thigh, "You're not tapping out on me already are you?"

"Fuck no," you hiccup, "Just catching my breath."

"Good. Cause I'm far from done with you," Jaemin says, joining you on the bed.

You straddle his lap while working to get his shirt off. You tug your lip between your teeth, letting your eyes ogle over his muscular form. Your thighs quiver just from thinking of the things you want him to do to you and the things you want to do to him.

"You're so hot, Jaem," you run a hand down his chest, "It drives me fucking insane."

"I can tell you the feeling's definitely mutual," He cups your ass.

You thread your fingers through the short pink hairs at the nape of his neck, pressing your lips to his passionately. Jaemin moans with a grin when you pull his hair, tugging his head back and giving yourself access to his neck. While you're marking up the side of his neck, you feel Jaemin's hands on your waist, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt.

Kicking off your skirt, you reposition yourself between his legs and leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen. Jaemin watches as you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand into his pants, grasping his cock in your hand. He groans when your squeeze the base before freeing him from his confines, dropping the rest of his clothes to the floor along with yours.

You begin slowly stroking his dick, smearing the beads of precum leaking from the tip along his length. Flickering your eyes up to his face, the corners of your lips turn up as you slide his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit, sweetheart," Jaemin's lids flutter shut.

You hum, taking more of him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you twist your wrist, using your hand to cover the rest you can't fit in your mouth. You feel your spit pooling from the corners of your mouth and the fatigue in your jaw, but ignore it for the sake of feeling his dick grow heavier against your tongue.

You feel Jaemin's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. You release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, letting it spring back against his lower stomach before standing at full attention. Jaemin pulls your top off you, dropping the last article of clothing between you to the floor.

You take your seat back in his lap while Jaemin's hand finds its way back between your thighs.

"You ready for me, bunny?" Jaemin asks, crooking two of his fingers against your gummy walls.

"God, yes please, Jaem. Need to feel you filling me up so bad," you curl your arms around his neck.

Jaemin hums before taking his fingers away and using your slick on his hand to pump his cock a few times. You lift yourself out of his lap to assist him in guiding his cockhead to your pussy.

Your jaw drops, silently moaning as you sink down onto his dick, letting him stretch you open.

"Oh my god."

"How's that, princess?"

"So good. M'feel so good…n'so full," you slur.

You raise your hips just to sink right back down, to be filled right back up to the hilt. You can't tell if it was the new position or the fact that you're still tripping, but regardless of what it was, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

"God, what a sight you are," Jaemin's hands roamed all over your body. He kneads your breast in his large hands, tweaking both your nipples between his fingers to get a reaction from you. You sharply moan and drag your hips against his.

"Fuck, Jaemin."

"What, baby?"

"Take me," you whisper against his lips.

Jaemin quickly gets you on your back, stroking deeper inside of you before kissing your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, a great contrast to his next actions. Jaemin pulls out of you, leaving you empty before manhandling you onto your front and pulling your hips into the air. Always being told how much Jaemin loves seeing your face when he makes you cum, you wondered what changed his mind. But it isn't until you lift your head to be met with the sight of you and Jaemin on the bed in the mirror's reflection.

You smirk and lower your upper body to the mattress, arching your back even further to wiggle your ass toward Jaemin. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, and your excitement reaches its peak. Your body jolts forward as a moan slips from your lips when Jaemin smacks your ass before he fills you up again.

You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror, seeing as Jaemin has not taken his eyes away, watching you completely falling apart.

"Nana, please," you bury your face into the sheets.

"You know I'll do anything for you. But you gotta keep your eyes on the mirror for me. Need my angel to see how pretty she is while I ruin her."

"Nana.."

"Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," he slaps your ass.

Jaemin slides his cock almost all the way out, only leaving the tip before slamming back into you.

Jaemin pulls you back against his chest, and you try to keep your eyes open, feeling how much deeper his cock reaches at this angle. Jaemin slides his fingers into your mouth, and you moan around his digits before he takes them away to rub your clit.

You cry out for your boyfriend, reaching your arm behind and grabbing his hair. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, and your hips start moving in sync with Jaemin's, sinking down every time he raises them, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with precision.

"Please, Jaemin, please, please. Can I please cum?"

"Of course, bunny," he smiles, "Let me see your pretty face when you cum," he cups your jaw, turning your face forward to look at your reflection in the mirror.

The image in front of you is one you would never forget. Strands of Jaemin's rose-pink hair were darkened by the sweat that ran along his hairline. His muscles bulged from holding you up and working his fingers on your clit. Aside from that, you didn't think watching yourself get fucked would turn you on even more. But seeing how your body twitches in his arms, your thighs shaking, and your back arching away from his chest, you find yourself stumbling closer to the edge.

Jaemin watches as the smile stretches across your face, noticing how intently you're staring into the mirror.

"See how beautiful you are," he brings his hand to your neck to watch your eyes roll back, "Taking my cock like a good girl."

You bite your lip with a smile as your pussy flutters around Jaemin's dick.

"Yes, yes, m'your good girl, Nana,"

"Yes you are," he kisses your temple, "Now cum for me," he says in your ear.

With a few more deep thrusts and flicks on your sensitive nub, you cum, keeping your eyes locked with Jaemin in the mirror as you do. Jaemin's fingernails dig into your hips, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

Your body falls forward, and Jaemin quickly slips his cock out of your pussy, starting to slowly stroke his length.

Once you catch your breath, you roll onto your back to see Jaemin touching himself. You wrap your hand around his dick, taking over for him, seductively looking up at him through your lashes.

"You really want more?" he asks.

"Of course. Especially if you're the one giving it to me."

Jaemin grabs your hips to readjust your body in a better position for the both of you. You direct his cock to your pussy, easily able to slide into you with assistance from your previous orgasms.

You grab the back of Jaemin's neck and kiss him as he bottoms out. You delightedly hum into his mouth, feeling him fill you up again.

"Fuck. You feel so good," Jaemin drops his forehead to yours.

"Please cum with me," you whisper against his lips. "Cum inside me."

Jaemin raises his head to look at you. "y/n," you know he's being earnest right now, but his tone really couldn't have turned you on even more. "Are you serious?" he asks.

"Yes," you nod. "Want you to fill me up so bad," you cup Jaemin's face.

Jaemin's cock twitches against your walls, and he groans, his eyes seemingly becoming impossibly darker. He grabs your jaw and crashes his lips into yours.

"You close, angel?"

"Yes."

"You gonna take it like a good girl."

"Yes! Please, Nana, please."

You choke on a moan as your body is hit by the wave of ecstasy. Your legs lock around Jaemin's waist, and he ruts into your heat, chasing his own release.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps. His hips stutter, and warm ropes of his cum coat your walls.

You pull Jaemin closer and kiss his lips. The both of you struggle to catch your breath for a second, but once Jaemin's cock goes soft, a bit of clarity returns to the both of you.

"How are you?" Jaemin asks.

"So good. So fucking good," you nod at him.

He pulled out of you, and his cum immediately started leaking out of your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle a moan when Jaemin brings his hand to your cunt and spreads your lips apart to watch your pussy clench around nothing and force more of his cum to drip down to your puckered hole. Jaemin uses his fingers to swipe up the mess he helped create between your thighs and brings his cum coated digits to your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking off his cum mixed with yours. You moan when he takes his fingers away, leaving a string of spit connecting from your mouth to his hand.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You did so good for me."

"I can't thank you enough, Jaemin, for everything."

"Oh, angel, come on-"

"I'm serious. You have given me so much, Jaemin. And I don't know how else to tell you I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me."

"You make me indescribably happy, y/n. Genuinely, I cannot put into words how much you mean to me and how much I want to be yours."

"I thought it was made very clear when you became my boyfriend that you are very much mine. As I am yours."

Jaemin smiles and your heart flutters. Cupping his face you kiss him again, holding him close as if he would just fade away if you didn't.

But as much as you don't want to, you pull away from him.

"I'll be right back," you say against his lips.

Jaemin whines, "Don't leave me."

"I'm gonna be right back, love. Just let me go to the bathroom."

"Fine," Jaemin kisses his teeth.

Flickering in the bathroom light, you gasp, seeing your reflection. Now being in good lighting, you can see how badly your makeup has been ruined—what was left of it at least. Mascara and eyeshadow smudged around your eyes, your blush completely gone, and splotches of your lipgloss in places all other than your lips.

When you come back out of the bathroom, Jaemin watches you move around the room, quickly redressing yourself in the first clothes you can find.

"What are you doing?" Jaemin asks as you slip your underwear back on.

"I'm tired of all this back and forth. I'm getting my shit from Rina's," you say, throwing on Jaemin's shirt.

"Fine, but don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully wink at Jaemin as you leave the room.

You hadn't had the chance to check your phone, having lost track of it just as you had lost track of time. But you think it's late enough that Rina had gone to bed since you found her door closed.

You softly knock before turning the handle.

"Rina, you sleeping? I'm just taking my shit to Jaemin's-" You're cut off when the door pushes back and slams on you.

Your jaw drops as you hear voices behind the door.

"Now, I know damn well-"

"Hey, what's up?" Rina partially opens the door, slightly out of breath.

"Everything okay?" you ask her.

"Yeah. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asks.

"I'm fine. I just wanna bring my things to Jaemin's room."

"Oh, okay," she widens the door, moving aside to let you in.

You suspiciously eye her as you walk into the room and start collecting your things.

"Were you watching something?" you ask, seeing her laptop open on the bed with snacks scattered around.

"Yeah, just put something on to go to sleep."

Being your usual nosy self, you peer at the screen, "Jujutsu Kaisen 0, huh? Jeno put you on?"

"Yeah, he was telling me all about it the car ride up here. Thought I'd check it out."

"Mhm," you nod. Then your eyes land on a shirt that was peeking out from under the bed. "This is Jaemin's," you pick it up.

"You must've left it when you were changing earlier," Rina says.

You shake your head, "I would remember if it was this one, cause it's one of my favorites. But I haven't been able to find it because his best friend, Jeno Lee, has been holding it hostage." you say before eyeing the closet.

Rina attempts to keep you from opening it but you were faster than she was.

"Hi, Jen," you smile, opening the closet.

"Hi, y/n," Jeno apologetically smiles.

"You mind just passing me that," you point to your suitcase by his feet, "Then I'll let you two get back to...your movie." Gathering everything you could carry you head out of the room. "Goodnight, you two. And uh if you need it, Meera has a huge ass box of condoms, pretty sure she'd spare a few for you."

"Get out!" Rina rushes you out.

Just as you get out to the hallway, you meet Kali, coming from the direction of a room that is not hers.

"Uh oh," Kali freezes.

"Isn't your room—And Chenle's room…What the fuck is in the water?" you question aloud.

"Please don't say anyth-"

"For tonight, I won't. But if you're up here and those two are—who's trip sitting the others?"

"I left Meera and Hyuck in their room watching some documentary but Jisung and Eunseong are still down there with Eunji Yangyang, Renjun, and Ningning."

"Oh okay. Well I got my own man to get back to so you enjoy the rest of your night wherever that may be But tomorrow we are definitely debriefing," you pointedly tell Kali before heading back to Jaemin.

You return to your room and immediately start telling Jaemin about what happened.

"Babe, you will not believe what just happened," you say, entering. But before you can continue, you find Jaemin half-dressed at the desk, with his rolling tray out, "Na Jaemin, what do you think you're doing?" you ask, placing your hand on your hip.

"God, you sound so sexy saying my name all authoritative and shit," Jaemin says, turning to you as he wets the ends of the papers with his tongue, "What?" he throws up his hands innocently, "A little post-sex spliff with my baby ain't gonna hurt no one."

[3:37 PM] SUNDAY

"What time did you guys end up sleeping?" you ask Meera as you head over to your seat at the dining table, only to have Jaemin pull you down into his lap instead.

"Around 9 this morning," Meera answers.

"Anyone know where Eunji and Yangyang are?" Rina asks, taking a seat.

"They're still asleep on the couch. Eunseong said they didn't start to come down until a few hours ago," Haechan answers, "When did you guys finally crash?" he asks you and Jaemin.

"Sometime after 10 this morning. I could still feel the buzz but my body was fucking exhausted," you say, and Jaemin laughs beside you before you elbow him in the ribs.

"I wonder why," Haechan snickers.

"I'll tell you, Donghyuck," you start, "Because I spent hours wth my boyfriend in his room fucking until the sun came up."

"At the table?? Really?" Rina raises her brows.

"He wanted to know why. Do you wanna tell him why going back to your room wasn't even an option?" you ask Rina.

Briefly disregarding your last comment, Haechan's still hanging onto what you had already said, "Wha-How did we all just move past what you just said," he asks, "You two are-He's your-She's your-

"Just spit it out, dude. Cause yeah, she's my girlfriend."

"Wow. Things are moving along a lot faster than I expected," Haechan says to Meera.

"Okay, what the fuck do you two keep going on about with that?" Rina points at the couple.

"Nothing. It's just we kinda have a little bet on who else in the group would get together and how long it would take them." Meera says.

"And?" Jaemin asks.

"I at least expected you to be single longer than Jeno," Haechan says.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer," you say, smirking at Rina from across the table.

"Oh my god," Rina throws her head into her hands, "Was I really this annoying with you?"

"No," you smile, "Which is why I'm going to be so much worse."

a/n: i honestly wasn’t planning on writing a second part which is probably why it took so long but i seriously wanna thank y’all who waited patiently 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for reading. feedback is appreciated <33

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t0ast-ghost · 3 months ago

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The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

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luffyvace · 8 months ago

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I have a question that’s been stuck in my head for a while? OK, so remember the episode of MHA where Kurogiri warps stain to the bar to meet Shigaraki so they can convince him to join the LOV and then stain stabs Shigaraki?

So imagine, what if Spinner, Dabi and Toga (separately) meet Stain BUT…… stain injures Reader (instead of Shigaraki) how would they feel if the hero killer hurt, they are beloved S/O?think about it??

Ohh yeaaa I remember that episode!

Ooooo yeah that’ll definitely set the mood for some killing dear- 😃 very intriguing question/request! Thank you! <3 :)

(gn reader since you didn’t mention pronouns or gender)

Spinner

⚠️(i think) spoilers at the end of spinner’s I can’t remember if it’s animated or not 😵‍💫💫

The Gif is literally Spinner to stain-

literally nobody liked him before he joined the lov

as we saw in the flash back (I think it’s animated) he was a nobody sitting on his couch watching tv

he joined the lov and now has people that respect him, he started dating you?!

quite frankly the best thing that has ever happened in his life.

no joke this man would do anything for you

He will probably never see what you see in him because of people in his ear from his upbringing but he hopes you continue to see that forever cuzzzz he’s not tryna let you go anytime soon 😋💗

so when you got stabbed by stain? This man was the exact opposite of calm.

What do you mean you just stabbed the only person who loves him?!

this is actually such an interesting request because spinner admires stain!

this dude’s villain costume is a target version of his! (😭)

Yeah he definitely no longer looks up to him. 😐

infact he might find himself hating him 😗

that’s how serious it is!

he panics for a second then pulls out his katanas to defend you in case he comes back for more

he would chase him down, if you weren’t wounded

he instead sheathes his blades and asks toga to wrap you up (until he can get you to the hospital if it’s fatal)

he’s on the verge of tears and is shaking because he could’ve lost you!

there’s no way he could ever let that happen!

Is heavily disappointed in himself that he couldn’t react faster to protect you and ‘realizes’ how much of a weakling he is

vows to protect you even if it costs him his life

of course he was always willing to, but now nothing. and I mean nothing. is ever gonna hurt you again

will track down stain to talk to him and tell him that wasn’t cool (and he doesn’t necessarily curse him out but rest assured he didn’t use the words I did)

⚠️(uh spoilers I think) after he gains the army of mutation quirk citizens he feels much more confident in his abilities to protect you

you should too! His army cares about you nearly as much as he does! They view him as they’re leader and savior after all~

not to mention he for sure changes his villain costume to something else

He asks you to help decide the design and now he looks much more epicc 😎💪

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi is instantly heated abt it

like y’all invited him in here and he STABS his you??!

his lover?!

I don’t think so..😐

bro not finna let that slide🗿

he’s aboutta incinerate everyone and himself (again 😂-) trying to kill him

in all seriousness in a situation where someone he cares about gets hurt he does beat whoever hurt you before helping-

just because he’s angry

BROS SEEING RED- 😭🗿🤡

he does come check up on you after though

Besides he knows the lov will bandage you up

either Toga will do it (but she’ll take some of your blood) or they’ll take you to that hideous doctor dude that works for afo

If it’s a fatal wound he checks up on you a lot and subtly asks if you need anything

he’s not some softy, imma be honest, but he obviously does care

no matter what, he now wants to track down stain and reduce him to nothing but ashes

it doesn’t matter who says what. he’ll never forgive him.

and trust me when I say he’s the type of guy who could hold a grudge forever 😬

will tell you to sit out the next mission if your injury isn’t all the way healed by then

he commits arson to try and ease his anger a bit but after all he’s been through, hurting the only person he loves is the final straw.

he’s noticeable more irritated for a while and will try and kill stain on sight

the hero killer has been spotted in the prefecture? He bouta pull up. Bro is over in the mountains? That crazy cuz Dabi is too 🤷‍♀️

Toga Himiko

Would be the angriest if Dabi wasn’t more hot headed (get it? Don’t get mad I had to) and if she didn’t like stain too- 😭

the fact that she loves to see you stabbed also comes into play-

But she’s upset she wasn’t the one to make you bleed

although this is all after she bandages you up

if the wound isn’t fatal she’ll probably unwrap you daily to admire you in all your glory 💉🩸😊

She tries to get payback by stabbing stain so it’s even but it just becomes a game of cat and mouse

meaning they’re both too swift and agile to get hit by the other

In the heat of the moment her first reaction is excitement that quickly turns to anger

as i said she’s happy to see your beautiful rose red blood but she didn’t get to inflict it ✋😤

Def woulda followed stain out the door to track him down if it weren’t for 1. Your wound and 2. Twice & magne stopping her

will lick the blood she cleaned

not fresh off the wound, but off the materials she used to clean you up

she knows it could give you an infection directly

and this is of course after your fine and dandy

she 100% tried to get as much blood into a container or syringe as possible

even if there isn’t a lot

If you have a quirk in particular

bonus if it’s a strong one

You two could pair up now!! Aren’t you happy? 🤗

if you are NOT happy and is upset with her for it, (I’m sure your not- your probably used to it in a relationship with her) she’ll gives you cuddles as an apology <33

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myonos · 1 year ago

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DEAR JONGSEONG - wow wow

Jay doesn’t know why his heart is pounding so fast.

He was just going to see you, his childhood best friend for the first time in 7 years!

No big deal, right?

He opens the door of the canteen, eyes searching for you.

He almost misses you because, wow. Wow.

You’re beautiful.

Even more beautiful than you were back then.

10 year old Jongseong would be having a heart attack right now.

He slowly makes his way towards you, stopping a foot away.

You look up and immediately break out into a smile.

Getting up, you make your way towards him and before he knows it, you’re hugging him.

“Hi,” you whisper in his ear. He can feel a shiver run down his spine as his arms come around to hug you back.

“Hey,” he replies. You smell like strawberries and vanilla and he subtly inhales your scent before you pull away.

“It’s so good to see you, sit down!”

You sit back down and he follows, sitting across from you.

“So it’s been how many years? Seven? How have you been?”

He takes a second to think.

“I’ve been good, life has been pretty uneventful. I got through school with good grades and now I’m here.”

You nod, listening intently.

“How have you been?” He asks, looking at the menu in front of him.

“Pretty much the same as you. Uneventful. Being here with you is like the most exciting thing I’ve experienced in a while.”

That makes Jay’s heart beat even faster.

“This is pretty exciting for me too. You’re…beautiful. I mean, I don’t really know what else to say.”

You blush profusely, “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Jay laughs, a genuine laugh, proud of himself for making you blush.

You and Jay find a way to make conversation for the next hour, ordering food and eating as you talk.

You tell him about your classes, your friends and he does the same.

By the time you’re both finished eating, he has a class to attend in 15 minutes, as do you.

“I’ll pay,” Jay says, pulling out his wallet.

“No, no this is my treat!”

“It can be your treat next time!”

Your eyebrows raise, “Next time?”

Jay can feel himself blushing now.

“Well our schedules match up pretty closely, we should do this again,” Jay says, getting ready to stand up.

You follow him, standing up and following Jay to the register.

After he pays, you both make your way out of the canteen, already making plans for another hang out.

“I’ll text you,” he says. You nod making your way in the opposite direction.

As he walks away, Jay feels his heart, still beating fast.

PREV NEXT MASTERLIST

summary: as a lonely 10 year old, the only thing you wanted was a friend, so your parents signed you up for a pen pal program. in comes jongseong, who you spend 2 years sending letters to back and forth.

then one day, the letters stopped.

now years later, you come to find out sweet, little jongseong is one of your campuses heartthrobs?!

n. the meet up!! i hope y’all are enjoying ignore the time stamps thankkkkkk youuuu

taglist: @luvistqrzzz @imtoanonymousforyou @imsiriuslyreal @fylithia @kpopstanmeg

permanent taglist: @escapetheash @kaexox @vatterie

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randum-famdoms · 4 months ago

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Hmmm maybe I should let y’all know about the random ass dream I had last night. It was weird.

Context: this random aah shit popped up in my yt shorts right before I went to sleep. It jumpscared me and I cannot for the life of me fathom what insanity led the algorithm to summon my demons from my past. Why is Jace peeking. Why.

So of course my brain decided to make the shafowhunters main characters in my dream. But it can’t be in a NORMAL way, oh no no no. Instead, I am graced in my sleep by the following insanity, as any good dream must not make sense according to the laws of the universe.

We open in DC. How do I know it’s DC (as in Washington DC, the capital of the US)? You fool, this is a dream and nothing makes sense and questions are forbidden. It looks nothing like dc, but it is dc and that’s all you need to know because that’s all I knew and just like me you must accept this fact. I was with my godsister, who is a year younger than me (this is important), and Sirius black from TERF BOOKS fame in his dog animacy’s form. However, in this dream he is simply a normal dog who I knew was also Sirius black and those two things coexisted and yes this makes sense because it’s a dream don’t overthink it.

Back to the dream. We are in DC. We are at a river, and there is a concrete staircase up to an overlook with no fence that drops off in a sharp cliff into the river. There is a no-dogs sign. My godsister wants to go up there. I don’t want to because Sirius is a dog and there’s a no dogs sign. My godsister goes up anyway, and like the good older gos sibling I am I sign and follow her ao she doesn’t fall into the river and hope we don’t get arrested. We read the top and we start taking photos of the river and I see a tiny bunny the size of half my palm (and which also looks suspiciously like if a half-transparent lavender coloured Peep (the marshmallow Easter treat) was just a bit more anatomically correct) sitting on the bank of the river opposite us and suddenly it starts racing across the river and it’s so light and so fast that it literally runs on the water without falling in until it reaches the other side. It’s very cute.

You may be wondering, Kit, where are the shadowhunters? I’m getting there.

So I point this out to my godsister, because it’s adorable, and suddenly I fall off the outlook.

I am transported to another universe. I am suddenly transformed into a stereotypical Jungle Fantasy Movie Powerful Hot Lady (think the token girl in the 2016 jumanji movie who also played that robot chick in the guardians of the galaxy movies but make her more buff). I am in a jungle full of dinosaurs but they’re mostly friendly. Also my godsister is there but now she’s my bio sister despite me being an only child irl and there’s no explanation for any of these changes. Also now my mom’s there too and Sirius is gone and my mom looks nothing like nor does she act like my irl mom but I Knew She Was My Mom, because dreams.

But enough exposition. I’m in a new universe and I befriend an Anklyosaurus. I know I gave him a name but I do not remember what that name was. I’m deeply sorry for that. I’d assume it was something silly like Timmy but dreams are weird so I can’t guarantee that. For all I know he had a professional magicky name like Horus or Archibald. Anyway, back to the story.

The As Of Now Unnamed Anklyosaurus Friend (let’s call him Friend, for short) kills the Lightwood siblings, who are there too for some reason. Not the youngest one tho, he wasn’t important enough to be in my dream.

Moving on, I meet a Grand Wizard, who isn’t Magnus becuase he also wasn’t present despite my brain deciding I needed a Grand Wizard which I personally find very funny. Also I ride Friend around using a saddle which spawned in once I befriended him earlier, because that’s cool.

The grand wizard implies he’s the reason I’m here now but doesn’t tell me why and then he disappears in a puff of colour full smoke after pointing me in the direction of my now-sister and mother.

I meet them under a tree. They now live in a minifridge. My sister has fallen in love with a foam block. It’s sentient. No, I do not know why.

I go on an adventure and explore some before going back to my sister and mother and the foam block (it’s a greenish grey colour by the way) in their mini fridge house. My sister reveals she and her foam block boyfriend now have a goat child. It’s biological, I don’t know how I know that, and I do not know how it happened or why and I certainly don’t know why my brain has inflicted this upon me.

But, alas, it’s happened and I must be supportive of my sister and her foam block and goat family because I love her.

Jace and clary appear. They insult my sister and her family. This is a grave offense, I punch Jace in the face (haha rhymes) and challenge them both to an honour duel. We walk down the dirt path though the jungle mc Friend beside me, and arrive at a menacing spiked wooden log gate to the arena in which I shall duel them.

And then I wake up. I am deeply offended that my alarm went off before I could fight Jace and clary to the death with the help of Friend, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Now, I have always had very vivid and strange dreams. My mom says it’s our Native American heritage, but I think it’s probably the drugs I have to take to sleep and stay emotionally stable combined with my awful sleeping habits. However, this dream was particularly odd even for me.

I’m not sure how to end this post. But I guess that sentence should be good enough.

#I’m still baffled by my sister and mom living in a mini fridge and my sister falling in love with a literal living foam brick and having a #biological goat son with it #like genuinely where the FUCK did my brain pull that shit from #absolute insanity that will probably live in my head rent free forevermore #randum thots #yes this is a reblog but I say it counts

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chevelleneech · 21 days ago

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I thought Oliver saying 8x05 was T*mmy heavy, would include background info on him as a character or at least showcase BT in ways that would develop their relationship. It did not.

T*mmy was just as important here as he was in 7x04 really, except they didn’t kiss thus didn’t change anything regarding who he or Buck is. LFJ is also so fucking bland as an actor, it’s impossible to really tell if he’s intentionally playing T*mmy as mildly interested in Buck due to what’s in the script or if he’s just not capable of acting like a guy interested in his boyfriend.

I’m also very curious if the writers have chosen not to write much intimacy between BT on purpose or if it’s the result of what LFJ said, and they’re just taking it to the extreme? Because all the couples in the show tend to have some sort of physical intimacy. They hold hands, hug, cuddle, etc. yet, BT have been together for about four to six months in canon, right? So they should be physically comfortable with each other at the very least, yet we don’t see any of that. T*mmy is literally just around. He doesn’t do anything, he hasn’t offered any insight into who Buck is or what Buck could be looking for in a relationship, nothing, and it’s irking me, because WHY?

I get people don’t like BT, and I get Tim chose him because he didn’t want to write in a new character, but the chemistry is non-existent, the writing is as deep as a pen-tip, and LFJ’s acting does not give audiences anything to work with. You know? I’d get it if it was all bad, but the actor was charming and fun to see perform, but he isn’t. So what is the point of continuing the relationship? I can say with complete and utter confidence now, they are giving BT shippers absolutely nothing, but because it’s Buck having a boyfriend, it’s being accepted. And for whatever reason, BT shippers are obsessed with LFJ, so they’re willing to accept the relationship, but like… why?

Y’all saying they have chemistry and are being built up in a sweet and romantic way, but they don’t and they’re not. They barely do anything other than stand beside each other and talk, and majority of the time they do that, Eddie is also around. Which is a point toward what I meant when I said they should have ended s7 with Buck calling T*mmy up for a first date redo, because right now in s8 is where they could have been building up to a full blown relationship. 8x05 feels exactly like what I’d expect from two guys just getting to know each other, and T*mmy being mildly weirded out by Buck’s spiraling about Billy Boils. Not a boyfriend of damn near six months. Six months is a long time to date someone, so to not also have small info such as, “Buck goes on info spirals when his attention is pulled by something specific.” Just feels like something T*mmy should know by now.

Which is probably due to the writers clearly forgetting Buck and T*mmy are not in fact a recent development, but have been dating for almost half a year. Especially since we’re also being shown T*mmy as being comfortable in Buck’s apartment. It’s as if they’re giving us time stamped moments to prove BT is moving forward, but they haven’t given us anything to believe it.

Also, as I said above, it’s hard to know if T*mmy is meant to be mildly disinterested in Buck or if it’s how LFJ is unable to play him any other way, but either way, it’s still being written in the script that T*mmy brushes Buck off a lot, cracks jokes at his expense, and doesn’t like being physical with him. And without any scenes between them to show the opposite of that and show him as also caring and complex himself, then I ask again, what is the point? T*mmy is just a, “Hey! Don’t forget, Buck is finally bisexual! We did that fan service thing!” and that’s it.

Therefore, in conclusion, we not getting anything else. Not to shit on anyone else’s parade, but I think this is it. BT are going to remain this stagnant, “Here, damn!” couple, with no new development, and Buddie ain’t happening, because they would require the writers and network putting in effort to make Buck’s sexuality (and Eddie’s if they actually go for it) worth more than a fan service check mark.

I mean, Henren deserves so much more screen time and storylines, but at the very least neither of them exist to meet a diversity quota or fan service. Buck is bi because Tim wanted to throw something new into s7, but his first queer relationship is bland af. They could replace T*mmy with a talking dog after 7x04 and it’d be the same. Then again, Buck kissing a man for the first time then knocking himself into a hallucination where he has a talking dog, would be more interesting to see play out.

#911 abc #evan buckley

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 235

Baby/Death in Heaven

“Baby”

Plot Description: shot entirely from within the impala, this episode follows Sam and Dean as they hunt a ghoul-like creature and try to make sense of an ominous dream

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m GUESSING Dean’s not actually dead there, but he IS majorly unconscious

First of all, what a fucking weird episode concept

We are missing Jensen in shorts because it’s shot from inside the impala??? Rude. Like, if every other show can have scantily clad women washing cars, spn should show us Dean in shorts again. They may not even be scant

Sam, that’s not much of a smoothie

How does Cas know everything about pop culture now but doesn’t know what Netflix is??

How many years back y’all work that w****go case with Heather? Because y’all haven’t had time in the past like…six or seven

I can’t believe Dean’s not more annoyed with Sam for having sex in the back of his car.

It’s hard to be mad about seeing small moments between them in the car. Things normal people would say on long car trips, not always end of the world type shit and lying to each other all the time

WHY IS JOHN THERE??? GET OUT OF THAT CAR. It’s young John so not…AS bad as the John we all know and hate…but now I hate him too

It’s SO REFRESHING to hear them actually talk about what’s going on. Of course Dean is miffed that Sam didn’t tell him he got infected but………they’re talking about their literal DREAMS now. My heart is so soft

I don’t understand how what Dean is saying is any different than what fake dream John told Sam. That it’s up to them to bring down the Darkness, and that there’s no help…though I never really thought about what “god helps those who help themselves” means.

Good. Don’t indulge Dean calling a werewolf vampire hybrid a werepire

I knew his opposition to valet was about the car and not paying for it

Aaaaaaaand that’s why you don’t joyride the car you’re supposed to be valet parking, kids

“I’m mostly confused. I’m not sure how orange correlates with black in a way that is new” never ever change, Castiel

Dean, stop trying to make werepire happen. It’s not going to happen. Yeah, whisper is a lame name for whatever this…isn’t, actually.

The best thing about putting Cas on speaker while he’s in infodump mode is that he doesn’t realize Dean’s not there til he hears gunshots and Dean comes back in saying that it turns out he did shoot the deputy.

However, shooting him with silver bullets and decapitation DOESN’T SEEM TO HAVE WORKED. HOW.

If no one says “what’s in the box?” even once it’s a waste of putting the deputy’s still growling head in a cooler

Dean, DEFINITELY don’t try to make ghoulpire happen. DEAN. Stop calling it a ghoulpire. You sound ridiculous

Oh shit. The original victim’s wife is one of the……..ghoulpires (I don’t have subtitles on so I’m not going to try to spell out a name I can barely remember. Dammit, Dean). She beat Dean unconscious and stole the impala. She might be the alpha ghoulpire. (I’ve now typed that enough times to have my phone recognize it. Great.)

$20 says the purse left by the valet girl’s friend she went joyriding with has a penny in it minted before 1982

K she’s not the alpha. The deputy is. Omg…the hairpin Piper lost after her romp with Sam is find to get the handcuffs off Dean. The knife will decapitate him and the purse WILL have the penny. I’m sure of it.

Poor Baby. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s got no windows left. I know Dean will fix her up but damn.

That’s actually smart…instead of sifting through the pennies to find one minded before 1982, just shove them all in the ghoulpire’s mouth and hope for the best. Which does seem to have worked

I take it back. She’s got her passenger’s side windows left. To think we started this episode with a fresh wash, and now Dean’s rolling her totally busted up, engine barely working, hardly any windows left (and the ones she does have are covered in blood) out of the Oregon town. Poor Baby

“Death in Heaven”

Plot Description: with cybermen in the streets of London, old friend unite against old enemies

Does that mean we’re gonna get Not Vriska, Jenny, and Strax?? Perhaps a little River??

Ok, Clara, you pretended to be the Doctor once, let’s not get carried away and think you can pull that off again in the face of the cybermen

Missy calling the cybermen her boys is hilarious. I love it

Oh, Oswin! And Kate Stewart!! I AM excited to see her back! Both of them, really, but kind of mostly Kate

Join me in this episode where I try to figure out if I like Kate or Missy more of if I can simply simp for both

🎵I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending 🎶 (and I mean like…three days ago on supernatural)

(I’m also now thinking about how I’m going to have to purchase season 4 of Sherlock…and within the next month because we are winding down on this project)

Why…would you incapacitate the Doctor??

I’m trying to trust the process but am I supposed to believe that human consciousnesses are being literally rained down into graves and THAT is somehow going to create more cybermen? Does that make sense to anyone else??

This guy working in the morgue would not survive the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode

The differences between how members of the government treat the Doctor and his authority on Earth is incredibly interesting. Harriet Jones immediately went behind Ten’s back to shoot retreating aliens out of the sky. Kate said Twelve’s word is literally law as soon as he boards this plane

The Doctor’s disdain for the military never fails to make me happy.

EXCUSE ME?? He’s president of EARTH? The DOCTOR?!?!

I had no idea Clara was canonically like a month older than me. She always seemed younger. Is Jenna younger than me? (Quick google break) She’s older than me! By like 8 months but STILL!!

I knew from the moment this cyberman showed up, it was Danny. But the sad head fall as he said “correct” when Clara (still trying to pretend to be the Doctor) said she’s an excellent liar. Oh it’s heartbreaking

The Master tried to either enslave or destroy the ENTIRE human race and Oswin is still like “she wasn’t even the worst” also…love that she used Missy’s new pronouns. Trans inclusive radical misogynist Steven Moffat wrote this one

Gotta love the Doctor’s subtle way of telling people “you’d make a really good companion.” When you only have to say “all of time and space?” And people know? Hell yeah

Everyone’s being advised to stay the hell away from cemeteries so of course we’re gonna plop Clara down in the middle of one. Makes sense

I can’t even take the trope of sex pollen in fanfic seriously, how are you going to try to make me take cyber-pollen seriously??

That’s a really good question. How DO you win a war against an enemy who can weaponize the dead?

I saw a post here the other day that I wish I had either reblogged or liked or thrown in my drafts about how the worst thing you can do to the Doctor is interrogate or torture him. Because the person being interrogated or tortured is the only irreplaceable person in the room, and you’ve just given the person whose main weapon is words a stage where their words are the most important thing. And it’s a little bit what Missy’s doing here. She fed info to UNIT about 3W, the company she founded to figure out how to turn the dead into cybermen, so it would bring everyone together including the Doctor to do her big reveal. I love her

(Oh this is a LONG episode)

I love her even more now. She’s singing “Hey Mickey” but replacing Mickey with Missy. We stan a bitch with audacity and confidence who’s definitely unhinged

Sorry rando guards and Oswin, but it was also really delicious when Missy killed you

They really need to stop underestimating how many cybermen are around

This is TORTURE. I don’t even like Danny that much but it’s AWFUL to have to watch him hear Clara say that she’ll always trust and forgive the Doctor. That she’s his best friend and he’s hers…….and she’s never lie to the Doctor. OMG.

YEAH! How shit do you feel now, Clara??

Missyyyyyyyyy, why’d you have to go and kill Kate too??

Missy has exactly zero hinges. I love her so much

Omg, yeah. Justified.

Yes, it was cool that the Doctor called the TARDIS to him and dove into it but…please. Some decorum.

I’m not saying that Danny’s necessarily wrong about the Doctor, I’m just saying that his hatred towards him has been the most complex of all the companions’ attachments. And I do think that Danny does…or did underestimate Clara a bit

There’s no way she did all this solely to give the Doctor an army as a birthday gift…oh…look, the Doctor has taken some undue authority roles over the years but that’s not what he wanted. And to make him the general of this army of cybermen because the only thing that will keep humanity alive is going out and conquering the rest of the universe is DIABOLICAL (I say kicking my feet and giggling)

See? Yeah. He’s an idiot with a box and a screwdriver (his words). So he gives the army to Danny, who gives the order to burn the clouds turning people into cybermen. I’ll admit it is a nice full circle moment

How did Kate survive that fall? *the dawning realization* one of the cybermen who was near the plane was her father. He caught her and saved her and I’m CRYING (I’ve seen very little Old Who, but I’m still crying)

Danny sending the kid he either couldn’t save or got killed (I truly wasn’t paying attention at that point) back to earth to live his life as he should

Omg, they’re lying to each other worse than the Winchesters. He didn’t find Gallifrey and she’s not still with Danny. Missy lied and Danny’s very dead now. Wtf? Why are they like this??

Oh thank god someone finally said that the two of them weren’t alright. BUT I WASNT EXPECTING IT TO BE ACTUAL SANTA CLAUS

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Bea & Fraze Pt.3

[Okay, summary, it was Fraze and Ray’s 13th, Fraze was having a party and some gal kissed him as a present so Bea peaced out, said gal became his gf and Baze were NOT on good terms, we forced them together for a Rocky babysitting moment, they burnt JoeRay’s weird shit and had it out eventually, ILYs were exchanged but Bea wasn’t sure if he meant as a brother or a boyfriend because the world likes to confuse y’all about what you are and what you can be to each other; the next day Fraze dumped this poor gal like he said he would and then Baze ditched school to go on a romantic building site date, first kisses as not literal children happened as well as some more firsts and discussions of more later, as well as attempts to work out how y’all can be together and not have it out there]

Bea: [‘if they wanna think it’s funny now’ like that would be ideal because we all know that is not the reception it would get lol ‘it’s better, when we talk’]

Fraze: [‘they’d tell themselves it’s the same’ like we’re still those little kids etc which is obvs why y’all aren’t planning to let them know any of it and that goes without saying]

Bea: [‘let ‘em’ because we know it ain’t, lifting our head up to look at you ‘none of them know what it’s like when it’s just us’]

Fraze: [‘they don’t know us how we know each other’ because cliche or not, it’s true, especially in his case and soz but none of you have earnt the right to know him like that is how he feels about it]

Bea: [‘no one does’ with an unspoken no one will being obvious in our case]

Fraze: [just look at her with all the feeling because there’s no way to even verbalise how much it means that he’s the one person she let in and that she really can trust him with having done that and also lowkey no need to say it either cos y’all know]

Bea: [‘shut up and kiss me’ way up in your grill already because we can’t handle any of this right now or ever so]

Fraze: [do use her hair to bring her in for a really good kiss thank you]

Bea: [make use of the fact neither of you have got up or dressed and be touching all the bare skin you would have no call to touch before now, like his chest and stomach, wrapping your arms and legs around his back because don’t want to let go or leave this moment]

Fraze: [we have to shamelessly say she has a scar somewhere even if it’s tiny af and faded af from being old, hence lowkey forgotten about, purely so we can say it isn’t forgotten about by him and he’s touching it now wherever it may be, more lightly than he’s ever touched anything ever, I don’t make the rules, but actually I do and I insist, not stopping kissing her to find it, obvs, cos he just knows where it is without having to even look]

Bea: [when the way he knows you never ceases to amaze you for real, he knows things that you don’t even know he knows or would think to imagine he does, obviously finding a conversely newer scar on his body, (‘cos he’s that sort of boy), specifically from when you were not talking in that week of torture, touching it with the same care but with a slightly more !! pressure because we’re saying we didn’t stop paying attention to you nor giving a shit, obviously it was the complete opposite, however we tried to play it]

Fraze: [oh lads, so cinematic, when you’ve gotta just wordlessly encourage her to give you a lovebite about this, like you too can actually leave a scar anywhere on my body if you want to, because he did give her a tiny one earlier but I don’t think she has because she was trying to be chill, and if she did it won’t be as dramatic as he’s giving her permission to be in this moment]

Bea: [I likewise don’t think she has because letting you lead this entirely lest we go too far and ruin everything was very much the vibe of how we were behaving; but now we’re here as wordlessly debating all the possible places we could give you a lovebite, and if we should do it somewhere you can hide it or just go for the neck as is classic because it isn’t like they had to have given them to each other just because they both have them (obvs it is a bit more suss but mcvickers have a newborn so they’re not paying that sort of attention), hence we’re pressing our head so close into his neck, lowkey just enjoying being there and feeling his pulse and the heat of his skin before we go in]

Fraze: [when you gotta lol, in a hot way, ofc, at her teasing him, because he LOVES to do it in any sense, wind up merchant he is, and he’s as about when she’s doing it back, but then she’s doing the most so it’s an even hotter lol like okay damn, because we all remember his lovebite was barely one and he’s likewise thinking about how he’s gonna be more extra about the next one]

Bea: [smiling at him but you’re so cuddled into him he probably can’t see so the ‘what are you laughing at?’ in his ear has to express how much you’re into it too, which it of course will, giving his earlobe a little tug like you’re so offended]

Fraze: [‘can take a swot out the classroom’ like you can’t get over how well she followed your wordless instructions there, cos where’s the lie, she really did and you’re really not]

Bea: [‘I know what you want’ almost dismissively in the sense we see that as an absolute given like well of course ‘can’t you think of anything better to call me?’ folding your arms between y’all so you’ve put that much distance so you can actually look at him again, in your faux madness at this]

Fraze: [😏 because he’s that smug self-confident bitch too so we love to see you feeling yourself as well, gal, along with just knowing it’s true, raising an incredible eyebrow anyway though cos gotta give out a lil challenge with it or who are they ‘what’s better than honesty, babe?’ like soz you’re SUCH a swot though actually]

Bea: [‘plenty of things, too bad you ain’t about to find out’ like lol this is no way to seduce anyone, sitting up if not actually getting up with it]

Fraze: [pulling her back down with such where do you think you’re going energy because we all know you aren’t actually mad sis and you don’t wanna go nowhere]

Bea: [LOOKING at him ‘I’m just smart’ when you eventually say anything after such a !! pause, because that’s the last thing you really wanted to say and the last thing he’d imagine]

Fraze: [‘smarter than me’ because it’s just a fact not a woe as me thing as far as he is concerned, while he’s doing the most to outdo her in the lovebite stakes, somewhere she can hide though, because of how hard he’s going at this, to show that he knows what she wants and can read her too, booksmart or not]

Bea: [shaking your head because not how we see it because we’re not a massive snob who only values booksmarts here but that becomes irrelevant when we’re having to use your shoulder to cover our mouth so we don’t make all the noise about this lovebite moment]

Fraze: [you’re not your sister, we all know it, oh Ro, don’t get me started truly ‘you was clever enough to come here with us’ because what a good decision, all round]

Bea: [my boo says we ain’t going there honey and she’s so right for that, not thinking about you right now sweaty; ‘that does feel like a very good idea right now’ emphasizing the feel with moving against him]

Fraze: [doing his own nod, basically just rubbing his face against her skin because of where he is ‘you got any more?’ because you know she does, she has so many she’s been holding back from you/gradually telling you so]

Bea: [doing your own hot lol as if it tickled but it just felt nice, as does all this closeness and contact, humming and biting your lip like you’re thinking so you don’t give it all away at once]

Fraze: [‘I’ll have them all off you’ as he’s doing the most to try and make her tell him by kissing and touching her in all the ways he’s found out give the best reactions based on what they’ve already been up to, because filed all that knowledge away for an opportunity exactly like this]

Bea: [‘typical’ like so you but how we sound is giving away the positive we actually see that as before our physical reactions can even give us away ‘I know you know what comes next’ because not saying you’re clueless, not by this age]

Fraze: [don’t mind him just kissing down her body not at all casually because he isn’t clueless, making me die as per the way all characters have such complete and utter disregard for their surroundings lol, god bless]

Bea: [‘I’ll do you first’ like you don’t have to go down on me to earn it because we don’t know if you actually want to or what, we don’t have that kind of experience of actually reciprocal relationships and not the other person purely doing what they want always]

Fraze: [‘I’m here now’ which doesn’t sound at all as begrudging as it sounds typed haha, he’s like no no shh shh and simply determined to give this his best shot, despite not having a clue what he’s doing, it’s okay, boy, blag it, we’ve all gotta fake it til we make it sometimes]

Bea: [‘it’s different when you’re there’ hiding our head in our hands right now because we mean you can very much see it/us all as opposed to your mutual masturbation vibe; but are we saying this like I hate it and I want to stop? No, more like, what if YOU don’t like it, which in fairness he is a teenage boy and they say stupid shit to sound funny when they’re in a crowd so, I can see what you’re thinking, girl]

Fraze: [‘trust me’ with as much feeling, if not more than all the other times he’s said it so far this convo, because truly, what else is there to say or do, just this and then you’ve gotta show her she can by obvs not hating this or being that teen boy horrific cliche, gotta let you shine like that at least, even if you don’t with the oral skills you haven’t got yet, enthusiasm and checking in with her reactions counts for a lot, as we’ve said before]

Bea: [just nodding again so you don’t have to say I do right now but that’s the truth, just lying back down from however you’d sat yourself up to talk to him so you aren’t fully LOOKING at him whilst he does this, covering your mouth with the back of your hand]

Fraze: [imagine the pressure if she was STARING at him, but you’ll be fine, boy, I won’t do you dirty and say this goes horrifically wrong, we don’t need to be putting you off for life]

Bea: [you’re not smashed or a dickhead who refuses to take direction or is just purely oblivious so really it can’t exactly go wrong, lbr, hence another swear word coming out like a prayer casually, despite our efforts to be quiet]

Fraze: [when you gotta lol again, not at all casually the hottest lol, because love to hear it always ‘yeah, you pure love me now’ getting that scouse out, accidentally sounding like your sister because she always says that instead of really but we aren’t gonna think about that rn]

Bea: [when the ‘shut up’ just sounds like you want him to get back to what he was doing so you gotta give him a little kick as well, obviously with a smirk because not fuming]

Fraze: [do get back to what you’re here to do, boy, but give her leg a squeeze as the equivalent of the kick, but also a hot, stay still kind of move like the where do you think you’re going one, and just because you want to]

Bea: [making a small !! noise because you’re both taking this at a relatively slow pace for obvious reasons of not fucking the other up but you can’t kill your whole reaction or what would be the point]

Fraze: [it’ll give you confidence to be more !! yourself because we know y’all in the future and always and we know damn well that’s what you both like, softness has its place but that’s rarer for y’all than it is some of the couples we have, so, do the most, and if you wanna lowkey just be manhandling her all over this floor the entire time you can]

Bea: [‘I’m not gonna say it’ purely for the principle and how much you’re dying and thus he is trying to make you say you love him, obviously, lol, of course sounding THE MOST indecent you have ever thus far]

Fraze: [‘you fucking are’ with the same energy she said I know what you want earlier, it being an absolute given, because he is doing the absolute most and it has become a competition at this point like when they were trying to make each other cum first before, giving her a very indecent inner thigh lovebite as soon as he’s said it, to really try and make her]

Bea: [we all know you’re gonna lose but you’re also gonna give it your all, of course, literally moving away from you on this floor and crossing your legs like nope, am not but you’re fully this 😈 as well, me like your uniforms are gonna be dusty as hell, good thing the ball has been dropped around here huns lol]

Fraze: [the most indecent playfight ever ensuing here to get her back where she was, in every sense, can’t even call it a playfight cos this boy is not playing lol, so !! and so much stronger and bigger than her]

Bea: [when all you can do is LOOK at him with the biggest eyes ever because you’re likewise keeping your mouth shut so tight in this moment but you gotta let it be known]

Fraze: [taking a sec to pause and kiss her the most forcefully he is capable of to literally force her mouth open because obviously, simply must, giving all the SAY IT energy possible without speaking]

Bea: [put all that pent-up noise and energy into making out with him as aggressively as he started this, trying to switch your positions with it]

Fraze: [god loves a trier gal but we are all aware in no world is he letting you and you are gonna end up pinned so !! that it’ll actually hurt, soz not soz he has a job to do here and despite starting that makeout sesh he isn’t gonna get derailed from finishing it, kiss back down her body again to end up where you need to be, but so much more aggressively than when he did it the first time, duh]

Bea: [moaning his name because you have to say something at this point and that’s the only suitable substitute really as you’re here struggling against this pin more as a way to shamelessly move against him and what he’s doing]

Fraze: [the way he’d be moving against her too is frankly dangerous given y’all’s lack of clothes, get back to this oral please before y’all end up having unprotected sex on this day, there’s already a newborn child y’all are gonna have to raise]

Bea: [the way you’re going to cum at least once before you let yourself say this and lose, heavy quotation marks there, literally until you cannot handle it anymore ‘cos you know it’s the only way he’s gonna stop this]

Fraze: [it’s the immediate ‘I love you too’ as soon as she’s said it, and the way he then moves to makeout with her again with only slightly less chill even though I’m sure his jaw feels like it’s gonna fall off because he doesn’t care about that]

Bea: [we’re holding his face with the softness we first did because thinking the same thing but not concerned enough to stop kissing you]

Fraze: [not gonna stop til you’re forced to by needing to take a breath or whatever because too !! about everything that’s just happened, and even then, barely moving away to take said breath, just enough that it’s his turn to look at her with his biggest eyes because what a day we’re having, playing with her hair again because we can all imagine the state it’s in]

Bea: [just stroking his cheek and doing your own mini hot lol because our sentiments exactly ‘should’ve dumped her earlier’ as if you’ve wasted longer than a week or whatever with that lil relationship]

Fraze: [‘you should’ve said’ because he immediately dumped her the literal second Bea told him to, iconic behaviour that he is completely unrepentant about]

Bea: [‘you shouldn’t need telling’ jabbing him, gently though lol, in said cheek]

Fraze: [‘I did though’ said casually but his eyes are not at all casually spelling out that he needed her to tell him how she felt about this]

Bea: [‘need and want are different things’ like he just wants to hear you say these things like you just did there and then]

Fraze: [‘not to us’ because he is v much a everything he wants he will go after like it is a need, like all the mcvickers kids he doesn’t know how to want or like anything casually, it’s gotta be all-consuming and literally drive him on]

Bea: [when you obviously agree in the way he means it so doing a one-shoulder shrug like well yeah, true]

Fraze: [‘am who I am’ with his own shrug, emphasising this by finding another bottle of booze out of the stash, because I think the one they were on was empty, and lighting cigarettes for both of them, looking amazing doing this, excuse him]

Bea: [smoke this cigarette and at least find your skirt and blouse to throw back on because basically naked here, go to the window/the place where the window will be, idk the vibe, looking out to see what you can see from here and if anyone is about]

Fraze: [join her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and resting your head on the top of hers to have a look because it’s fun, you can do the thing where you imagine living here and thus mess about imagining your fictional neighbours while you smoke and have a drink and give her some time to recover from however many orgasms she ended up having there, I’d like to note he isn’t getting dressed properly at all because this boy does not give a single shit and walks around topless always lol]

Bea: [can we appreciate you’ve not ever been able to be this close ‘cos you aren’t JoeRay and thus can’t play it off as sibling intimacy although like, they a little old for that everyone but we get it, look the other way; so the way we’re just looking up at you, not even joining in but listening and engaged, obviously ‘don’t have to know your neighbours in London’ like won’t matter at all when we live there because everyone keeps to themselves, as is the stereotype]

Fraze: [the grin he’s gonna shamelessly do when she says this because it’s the stereotype but it’s also the dream, everyone is well aware you have childhood trauma from the debt era and the idea of anyone coming to the door still puts you on edge to this day, my poor boy ‘don’t get no garden for footie neither’ but said like it’s a worth it sacrifice we’re very willing to make]

Bea: [‘you’ll be a bit old’ like it’s so childish to play football past school-age lol, nudging him ‘unless that’s how you plan to afford living there’]

Fraze: [a frown like excuse you, when you were thinking of the kids you blatantly wanna have when you’re older but you don’t wanna verbalise that to her rn because you know that’s a weird thing to already be thinking about as a 13 year old boy but what can I say, he’s 13 going on 31 ‘old as to be picked out for none of that’ because they scout kids so early to be footballers it’s wild]

Bea: [wrapping your arms around him like don’t frown at me grumpy, taking the bottle to have a swig ‘cos you haven’t yet this time around, also I think boys are just as romantic as girls if not more so ‘cos they legit think things are going to happen like that whereas a lot of girls feel like they’re deluding themselves despite the signs they’re given and I said what I said on that ‘they don’t even play it properly here’ as if you’re consoling him about being past it]

Fraze: [I wholeheartedly agree my boo, but going by his friends in this era I get why you’re keeping your mouth closed on the subject atm sir, tipping the bottle up playfully when she takes her swig cos he knows she can hack it and won’t even flinch never mind choke like so many peeps would if he did that ‘loads I can do else, I ain’t worried’ because he genuinely isn’t, the confidence and the willingness to grind and hustle are too real already for this boy]

Bea: [mhmm, boys put on the front so hard, why we gotta lads, why; and you right, drinking however much drink is getting poured into our mouth here like its easy because there’s no alternative soz, and when it is just a given you agree with this so you aren’t even replying to it ‘what do you think he’ll do?’ meaning Joe because only one older than y’all and thus the one who will go out into the world first]

Fraze: [when you don’t wanna think about it because your thoughts are BAD like he’ll be dead or a crackhead and soz hun that you aren’t wrong, so just shaking his head with his jaw so firmly set like no I don’t wanna go there and talk about that]

Bea: [shouldn’t have gone there hun but we’re not an apologizer and think that this should be being addressed way more than it is by anyone, not that y’all can do much yourselves but here we are, walk away from him and the window ‘cos even if you’re not apologising you still know what you said and you should give him space]

Fraze: [when you’re also that bitch so what frustrates you most is there is nothing you can do + the fact this is hard for you to talk about because you’re not a bitch who holds back on your opinions ever usually so that’s frustrating too, take a sec to push all that back down how you gotta and then come back and take the bottle back like it’s casual]

Bea: [raising a brow as he takes it like oh okay, it’s that time again, finding your bra so you can put that back on and be fully dressed here]

Fraze: [when you don’t want her to be fully dressed or the vibe to change, especially not because of Joseph, full offence hun, so another playfight has gotta ensue over that bra when she finds it and before she can put it on like no don’t, the lack of fucks given if this bottle fully falls to the floor and smashes, priorities always]

Bea: [when that’s exactly why you were getting dressed so you’re like excuse me sir, folding your arms like fine ‘keep it, pervert’ as if that’s the tea here lmao because at least some of this tension is diffused]

Fraze: [gonna have to say you at least put your trousers back on earlier purely so you can stuff said bra in the pocket and fold your own arms like okay I will]

Bea: [just looking at his pockets silently thinking don’t forget that’s there before you throw them in the wash because imagine]

Fraze: [getting out and giving her another sherbet lemon from his pocket as if that’s what she wanted and it isn’t just that he wants to do the absolute most putting that into her mouth]

Bea: [rolling your eyes playfully like omg, subtle much because you haven’t reciprocated yet and now we’re both thinking about it ‘aren’t you supposed to ask too?’ once you’ve eventually put this sweet in your mouth and stopped playing with it on your tongue]

Fraze: [‘don’t you want to?’ as if she’s just asked him to beg and he’s like in no world will I because never has for anything ever and never will, he’s as stubborn as I am, sweaty]

Bea: [crossing your arms in front of you in an X like incorrect, shrugging like sorry lollollol]

Fraze: [doing his own shrug like whatever then because like I said, as stubborn as me]

Bea: [shaking your head as you go again to find your bag and your phone to look at the time because your loss so literally this time boy]

Fraze: [letting her even though it is his loss, so me vibes, sir why are we like this?]

Bea: [my boo says oh boy, we gotta sort this out lmao, we are equally as stubborn in this way though ‘cos are going to blatantly just be walking out ‘cos what else can you do if you’re not gonna relent]

Fraze: [‘where you going?’ before she can actually leave, cos obvs, don’t want you to gal and we know you don’t really want that either]

Bea: [‘don’t know’ because Tess is still on maternity leave at this point so you can’t go home until you’re meant to, leaning against the door/where the door would be like are you coming or what are we doing here]

Fraze: [throw her bra at her, in a casual not aggressive way like you’ll need this if you’re really leaving, making no move to himself because likewise nowhere to go and we like it here]

Bea: [dropping some info about the kids you hang around with like so and so said they were going here to do xyz, whatever boring shit you find to do as kids who can’t do much, after school, like assumed you’d wanna be there because it’s probably getting towards schools out time soon, just ignoring our bra wherever it is]

Fraze: [just making a face that shows how little he cares about any of those peeps or what they are doing because that is and will always be the tea, soz to said peeps but not really]

Bea: [doing a small sound of amusement at his reaction ‘doubt [his ex] will show her face’ as if that’s why he doesn’t want to, ‘cos clearly not that type to front it out to try and make it awkward]

Fraze: [‘give less of a fuck, like’ because truly, she has not crossed his mind all day and he isn’t gonna spare her a thought now]

Bea: [just doing a smile with the same energy as your amusement there ‘they’re boring’ just like it’s a fact because it is to us]

Fraze: [‘every cunt but you’ also like it’s a fact because he’s always said that]’

Bea: [sitting back down, still in this doorway moment but it’s clear we aren’t going to walk out right this second so there’s no need to act like it ‘what are we gonna do, about them all, keeping it a secret?’]

Fraze: [‘forget ‘em all, we go where we want and do what we like, if they’re about for any of it, can count themselves proper lucky’ the way he’s casually like I don’t need friends, they were always an afterthought and now they are in my way so bye]

Bea: [just staring at him for a sec like you have to gauge if he’s being serious when you already know he always is, not at all casually crawling over to wherever he is still so you can be up in his grill ‘unlucky, I was just about to say you could have another girlfriend’ ‘cos thinking you might have to attempt to do that if you were serious, even though we know you couldn’t do it and you know that yourself lol]

Fraze: [‘no you weren’t’ cos we all remember how jealous she got over that one despite the fact he clearly wasn’t even that into it lol ‘I make my own luck and own decisions, reckon I can do better than repeating that bullshit on both counts without having to do much’ like no thanks we won’t be attempting that again]

Bea: [nod like yeah, I was, ‘cos saying and doing are two different things honey ‘do you?’ being as close as you can get to his face without your lips touching]

Fraze: [shaking his head at the same time as he reaches for her face to make her shake hers to doubly be like NO YOU WEREN’T again because the levels he never ever wants to hear that suggestion come out of her mouth, uni era included, then touching her lips when she’s that in his grill, as if there’s some stray sherbet on them he just has to get, by really quickly running his tongue over them, nbd]

Bea: [pouting at him for doing that so quickly and shaking your head some more about it like unacceptable, thank you, hoping the way your mouth looks is reminding him of what he could be doing rn]

Fraze: [literally stopping her head mid shake by kissing her, we know he’s gotta because can’t resist]

Bea: [got to kiss you in a way that is really driving home what that mouth do, not soz about it]

Fraze: [if you can ever stop kissing for a single sec given what her mouth can do, saying her name in a way that makes it beyond obvious he’s asking now the way he would not earlier]

Bea: [not gonna be cruel about it and are blatantly also wanting to do this for our own reasons here as well as wanting to show you how it feels, so wasting no time at all in making the show out of working your way down and dealing with his trousers once again]

Fraze: [me like oh boy you gonna DIE, this gal knows too much, I hope it’s not embarrassingly fast so she does actually get chance to show off a lil bit because some good should come out of all the horrible reasons she has those skills in the first place]

Bea: [at least we’ve given y’all a cool off time so you’ll have to work him up and you aren’t just making him cum immediately, not that you would care or be a bitch but y’all deserve to make the most out of this moment]

Fraze: [they do deserve that and they are so welcome, live your best lives lads because you can’t stay here forever however much you might wanna and you definitely can’t hook up here, not on my watch, so enjoy this moment, both of y’all]

Bea: [mhmm, you’ve got to show some concern for safety because the way no one needs a baby right now cannot be overstated]

Fraze: [mcvickers are an excellent advert for contraception for y’all, beating even feral teen hormones, no offence guys but it’s true, especially for baze who have got big plans and are busy]

Bea: [will be getting a doctors appointment immediately tah, not even bothered about the inevitable convo that will illicit because you can’t just do these things privately as a child, they’d have to let mcvickers know, but we’re not thinking about that here and now as we’re lying on your chest]

Fraze: [likewise will be stealing condoms from a shop immediately I’m sure, probably on your way home when you have to go later lbr cos mcvickers don’t need to know about that, and god knows if your school is handing them out to you because ireland is an actual madness so probably don’t rely on that possibility, ANYWAY, rn just here DYING and DEAD]

Bea: [‘better?’ whether we mean do you feel better after that, was that better than you imagined or some combination or inbetween answer is unclear but we’re grinning up at you]

Fraze: [a nod because regardless he do feel better and that was better than he imagined so either way, tis a yes from him and he can’t speak rn cos that dead about it]

Bea: [kiss his cheek and just be looking at how cute he is ‘so glad your parents room is downstairs’ as a whisper ‘cos near his ear and truly ‘not just ‘cos the baby is down there with ‘em’ at least that’s something kids]

Fraze: [gotta do your own grin at her because hard same always but especially now that you’ve done all this and you’re both thinking about what else there is still to do, and he’s very much thinking about how loud he can get away with making her be]

Bea: [laugh but also hide in your massive hair because you’re blushing thinking about this too ‘we’re doing it in your room’ as an FYI as we’re untangling you from our hair that is inevitably getting you too]

Fraze: [he loves it because she’s not one of these gals who is always blushing about things, just having a casual playfight with her hair because there is so much of it, helping her out with what she’s trying to do but actually hindering because being distracting, giving her a o clock like it’s a date she’s showing up to his room for, cos we’ve already said earlier in this convo when we wrote it before that tonight is the night, why would they wait when they’ve waited long enough]

Bea: [‘if I’ve finished my homework’ like it’s so casual and we are that swot for real, shrugging like you’ll have to wait and see, boy]

Fraze: [an eye roll as if she’s being serious when we know she isn’t ‘alright, fine, I’ll use a teacher voice when I tell you how good it was’ like he’s gonna give her a grade for this/say something like the comments they write on the bottom of your work]

Bea: [pushing him which means pushing yourself up so you’re leaning over him, tickling his face with your hair ‘yeah, right’ ‘cos that’s so not your style ‘if you was gonna you’d give a one word answer and that’d probably be alright’]

Fraze: [‘stop telling us to shut up and you might get more out of it, and me’ because she do keep saying that, but saying it like he absolutely doesn’t ever want her to stop saying it because it’s been hot af every single time]

Bea: [‘are you asking me to be nice to you?’ raising a brow and running your fingers across the plains of his face and down his neck to his collarbones ‘I can be nice’ like he’s just suggested you cannot]

Fraze: [echoing her ‘yeah, right’ from a sec ago, because not her style and we all know he doesn’t want it to be really lol, pulling her closer to him though just automatically like this is a competition and you’ve gotta prove you can be nicer/are the nice one]

Bea: [‘yeah, right’ with yes I am and now you shall see emphasis in how we are saying it now, paired with hugging him in the softest way you can muster like you’re this sort of girl]

Fraze: [pushing her away like he’s HORRIFIED lol because she isn’t that sort of girl and he isn’t that sort of boy like okay you win but don’t make a habit of that thank you]

Bea: [shaking your head like how rude but that’s how you knew he’d react thus why you did it]

Fraze: [pulling her back in though purely because the novelty of being this close to each other hasn’t worn off and he loves that he can if he wants to, sitting her on him the way they started this way back when they first got to this house]

Bea: [making the smallest noise of contentment about being like this again, even if you’re also !! ‘cos of what you know you can’t do yet and how easy it would be to]

Fraze: [‘why the fuck wouldn’t I stash them here when I done the rest?’ because made a point to leave a lil booze stash here but you didn’t think of leaving any contraception here, rookie mistake, cos reading her mind there]

Bea: [we know why so our look is conveying as much ‘should by rights make you wait ages, anyway’ like that’s what most of your friends will be dealing with ‘cos y’all are younger than the standard losing your v age rn so true ‘if ever’]

Fraze: [‘you have’ because how it feels given he’s been in love with her essentially his entire life, even though you are still babies basically]

Bea: [a short nod because obviously it feels the same for us ‘I’m not waiting any longer, there’s no point, you can’t say shit about it anyway’ because it’s not as if he can go and tell the world you’re a hoe, which is what most gals are afraid of and we wouldn’t even care anyway]

Fraze: [‘I wouldn’t say shit’ because he wouldn’t, not about her ever, he’d literally kill anyone who did and he’s said that before so]

Bea: [‘you know what I mean’ because we all know you have to keep this secret, as unfair as that seems at times]

Fraze: [‘I know we’ll not get caught, yeah’ said like it’s a given again because to y’all it is, you know you’re those bitches who can be sneaky and pull this off]

Bea: [‘we never do’ because you truly always have been ‘we don’t want to, is why’ rolling your eyes ‘cos think JoeRay are just shameless attention seekers, even if their need for attention is valid]

Fraze: [a sigh at joeray cos they are really pissing him off always but especially lately, soz y’all don’t know Ray’s death is looming and therefore think things are gonna like this aka this frustrating for ages yet ‘dunno how we’re related’ cos not all like them and it’s a point of pride for you at this point]

Bea: [things are peaking with how bad they are because she’s dying at the end of July and it’s May so, not long but as far as you know they’re just getting worse and worse with no end in sight ‘know the feeling’ with a nudge because we feel similarly about Rosaline, even as the 8 year old she is right now lmao]

Fraze: [shaking his head in a fuck the lot of them type of way because cba to waste time thinking or talking about any of them if they’re gonna suck this hard, same as his friends, the way baze are lowkey sociopaths a lil bit amuses me ‘they don’t live here’ like y’all do and you can just keep enjoying being here forever, idk if there’s stairs in this place or what but regardless, carrying her to a different ‘room’ of this house and kick drawing a bed shape in the dust with his foot to then lay her down on and makeout with her again]

Bea: [the truth is they do care really but they’re not going to sacrifice themselves to try and save any of y’all, soz you’re flopping rn and they have to protect their peace fam; with that in mind making out with you like we truly never have to leave and it can just be y’all and this house that isn’t a house yet ‘I just need you’ in between these kisses]

Fraze: [just be here showing her how much you need her too by kissing her like your life depends on it sir]

Bea: [biting his bottom lip gently but insistently because you’re very !! even if you don’t know exactly what you’re asking for here]

Fraze: [doing a noise about it that’s very !! by his standards, dryhumping her as insistently because it’s blatant what they both wanna do here but can’t, while also touching her way more indecently that the first time he did it, for the same reason, like as hardcore as when they were having their competition to make each other cum, but that’s the level he’s starting at this time]

Bea: [following his lead and coming in harder than you were letting yourself, touching him with the same franticness that is required when there’s too much to ever be said about all your many emotions right now and in general ‘give it to me’ v much like I’m gonna win this time but also just to say it]

Fraze: [REALLY really doing the most to fuck her without that actually and accidentally happening is the entire frantic and feral vibe of this moment ‘you need it’ like she needs the win because she lost before but we’re just saying it because she said she needs him but a moment ago at the start of this makeout sesh]

Bea: [‘I want it’ pointing out that the subtle differences between the two don’t change the outcome of what is gonna happen here, obviously our voice sounds ridiculously indecent, very much doing the most to you too as well as moving against you and egging you on with our reactions]

Fraze: [doing his headshake whilst grabbing her face to make her shake hers too thing he did earlier but so much harder about how he grabs her with it because the feralness of this moment, despite the fact he said earlier there is no difference between want and need, he’s VERY much here like no you NEED it, kissing her as aggressively as he ever has again]

Bea: [pushing your head against his with the same intensity, holding his in place to stop y’all moving for a moment so you can be LOOKING into his eyes with absolutely no space between you ‘please’ saying it super quietly but with all the !! possible]

Fraze: [‘you know I-’ stopping yourself cos you were gonna say you want to and you’re like fuck that ‘need you too’ as !! because could not be more desperate to go there and do this right here and right now ‘but you’ve gotta stay smart, not behave how a thick cunt would ‘cause of me’]

Bea: [doing a little grumpy face that is pure frustration but of course you don’t wanna get pregnant or anything so you’re not disagreeing you’re just acknowledging how hard it is to not go there right now for you too ‘I’ll always be smart’ like you don’t have to worry about me because there is enough to worry about for you both and we’re not down with being added to the list]

Fraze: [‘I’ll always love you, like I said’ no notes, because he’s feeling that same frustration atm but not at you gal and he knows how smart you are/have always been/will always be, so he’s not worried]

Bea: [‘you can do it forever then’ like soon we won’t have to stop ourselves and if you mean always we’ve got loads of time to make up for this here and now]

Fraze: [‘til you get properly old and the only time we talk is when you’re telling us to do one’ with a lol as if you’re gonna be the cliche old peeps who hate each other but are still together]

Bea: [‘I’m not getting old’ not like Imma die before then vibes just that we will never be a cliche old lady because the only experience you have is your nan and that was not a mood or a moment to replicate thank you ‘if you do then I will tell you to piss off’]

Fraze: [just a look and almost imperceptible nod because that makes so much sense, nothing about her has or ever will be a cliche, saying something one of their teachers likes to say when she gets an answer right, in a good but OTT impression of said teacher, because right answer on both counts]

Bea: [‘you’re too handsome to be ignored’ like I could never, giving you another lovebite right on his jawline because the !! has gone nowhere]

Fraze: [putting the Jesus and Christ he’s both said earlier together when she does that with a fucking in the middle because really !! ‘don’t then’ and carrying on where they left off by moving so dramatically against her because HAVE TO, pressing down on the inner thigh lovebite he gave her during the oral again without looking cos like her scar he just knows exactly where it is]

Bea: [‘I can’t’ because that is true and blatantly so from the girlfriend debacle and how hard that was to keep up even for that short length of time, kissing your way to his earlobe so you can give him a lovebite there too, right as he’s grabbing that spot on your thigh making you say your own curse prayer again]

Fraze: [‘I can’t wait ‘til tonight’ said with the pure frustration of feeling like you’ll literally pass away if you’re not actually inside her soon because how it feels ‘you’re the smart one, think of something’ like she can magic up a solution for this]

Bea: [‘don’t then’ not ‘cos you’re actually gonna let him but because you’re fairly sure that this, teamed with the way you’re moving to take off your pants like you’re doing this will send him over the edge]

Fraze: [me like oh girl you’re SO right, of course it will, no notes]

Bea: [you thought of something, girl, now lie here and try to recover]

Fraze: [cupping her cheek as gently as she did his right back at the very very start, because she is the smart one and he is having a what a mind moment here about it, kissing her cheek the way he did when she was the one who cupped his cheek but more !! because the feels are somehow even higher always]

Bea: [just closing your eyes and making a soft little moan noise because you love him so much, taking hold of his hand and rubbing it against your whole face basically, kissing the side of his thumb and opening your eyes again to 🥺 at him]

Fraze: [‘I dunno how to tell you you’re loads more than pretty neither’ because not just a pretty face, she’s so so smart and he’s actually in awe of it and always has been, a throwback to when he said he didn’t know how to tell her she was pretty earlier, cos I can, resting his forehead against hers like, that brain tho fr]

Bea: [‘you can’t hide it from me’ once your foreheads are pressed together, ‘cos we know you and we know how you feel about us, that’s not in doubt at this point, not at all, even when you inevitably had to hang out with your own friends more and try to give space because you were trying for the look of it to your parents and such, we still were never like oh Fraze HATES me now ‘cos not that bitch and we knew what it was about]

Fraze: [‘no cunt’s telling the bones of me what to do’ like nope, I can’t and won’t because he’s always wanted her to know how he feels and soz mcvickers but you can’t stop him, when you’re just admitting you’re in love with her to a literal bone deep level nbd]

Bea: [‘you know what to do’ not even as a saucy suggestion but validating that we see you as equally as smart and capable as us because we do, we are kissing you though, obviously, lest we say anything else that is far more blatant, as if it matters]

Fraze: [‘to you, with you, for the forever you’ve said I can have’ a nod like yeah I do ‘I’ve some ideas’ because he’s here having imagined your whole future life, house and kids and all, we all know it and he is forever unrepentant]

Bea: [‘together’ as confirmation you agree and are here for it, smirking like oh yeah? ‘Cos we don’t doubt that ‘it’s a surprise or?’ like you gonna tell me]

Fraze: [‘when we’re there, you won’t be able to shut us up showing off about how my plan came together’ like just you wait and enjoy your peace and quiet while you can lol, Winnie play mastermind, as if this is all his masterplan whatever their life ends up looking like]

Bea: [shaking your head as an oh you but also so you can just nuzzle your face against his with it too ‘take all the credit then’ like oi but also do it ‘cos we don’t care, as long as it happens]

Fraze: [‘you know what I want’ like it’s a given and also remember when you said that and how true it also is about this because it is, of course she does ‘and what’s mine’ll be yours if fuck all goes according to plan’ because getting married is obvs step 1 after moving in together which you’ve already discussed while you’ve been in this house, soz it isn’t in your real life lads because the twins happen but y’all have no way to know rn]

Bea: [just staying quiet because there are so many practicalities to this vision you don’t need to contemplate right now at this age and you aren’t going to be the one to piss over it all, just here touching his skin again wherever takes your fancy ‘cos you can]

Fraze: [just here thinking about when he said that he’d marry her as a kid and mcvickers pissed all over it in a I’d like to see you try this time, fuckers, manner, taking her hand and rubbing his over her ring finger absentmindedly as he thinks this like he can leave a bruise or something in the shape and place of where a ring would be purely from wanting it enough]

Bea: [‘do you think your parents will?’ ‘cos famously not married out here]

Fraze: [‘only if one of them’s dying from something and they see it coming’ v cynical but practical that they would so that all the legal shit is easier]

Bea: [‘mine were’ even if he knows this because slightly mad that they found the time but they were those sort of romantics like that, despite their age]

Fraze: [a nod, whether she can see or feel it, depending how y’all are positioned atm, because I feel like he would know that and he too is that romantic so he approves of it more so than he does the way mcvickers love story looks, despite there obviously being elements of that he also thinks are romantic af]

Bea: [we’re not judging you mcvickers ‘can’t imagine your mum in a dress like that’ because imagining the full princess moment and it is amusing]

Fraze: [making a face that I hope she can see because it would be so funny ‘she’d never, he’d be in the dress before her’ not shading you Fearghal but where’s the lie on Tess never rocking a meringue ever, and lowkey are shading Tommy for fully wearing dresses as a kid and Joe for being the emo he is in eyeliner and nail polish and everything so]

Bea: [loling because we’re lying here looking at you and that face was iconic, as are the mental images this is all conjuring ‘thank fuck it isn’t a show the little ones can force them to put on’ ‘cos imagining the dramatics that would ensue from everyone now]

Fraze: [‘it ain’t that funny’ in that ugh my family way of being a teen and the mcvickers fam actually being so weird but we know he doesn’t really give a fuck what anybody thinks and that he’s loling too because it’s contagious and he’s happy rn and there’s distance from it here ‘shut up’ but in the least shut up way ever and only the hottest way ever like don’t how they have all day, kissing her about it because the lol was cute]

Bea: [purposefully keeping laughing for the bit now like no excuse me I must ‘how bad can you look in a suit?’ like come on, you’ll be fine babe]

Fraze: [trying to cut off her lols with kisses any and everywhere he can, ending up doing the most to her earlobe so he can say in her ear ‘do you mean me or other cunts in general?’ and then reminding her of someone whether that’s a teacher or a neighbour or whoever who looks like total shit in a suit, you know the vibe]

Bea: [being distracted by what he’s doing on your ear like oh okay, sorry to this man ‘it doesn’t matter what anyone else looks like to me’ like I only notice you and you know it]

Fraze: [‘you’ll wanna marry us, how good I’ll look’ no notes, just saying he’d look that good in a suit during this mcvickers fictional wedding that she’d want to get him in one and down the aisle as soon as she can]

Bea: [doing your own ‘shut up’ and kissing you some more about it]

Fraze: [obviously picking her up and carrying her bridal style around this house including through a doorway, but please don’t do the actual way out cos y’all are not clothed enough lol, kissing her the entire time without stopping, not caring at all what you bump into or the carnage you could cause]

Bea: [telling him to stop and smacking him in the very don’t actually stop way that goes with how you’re kissing him back despite any protesting you’re doing in between]

Fraze: [finding the bottle and making her pick it up and have a drink and give you one as if y’all are doing wedding toasts/drinking to yourselves and this imminent marriage, not putting her down or stopping kissing her ever, getting in a mess with this booze about it]

Bea: [not y’all getting in this total mess when you’ve gotta go home, soz we’re too into it to care that we’re going to smell like booze so hardcore, tis decadence like you have not experienced before casually]

Fraze: [thank god mcvickers have a baby to contend with and won’t notice because the fucks y’all are not giving with your lovebites and your reeking of booze, god bless, make the most of this freedom before everything goes to shit and you’re lowkey raising that baby your damn selves]

Bea: [oh it’s already lowkey the least of their worries and soon will be in the realest way, already getting overlooked tbh, oh lads]

Fraze: [mhmm, I love you mcvickers and I always will but you know what you did]

Bea: [soz to do this to y’all but somethings gotta give]

Fraze: [speaking of, we should probably make y’all leave this house soon even if you don’t go home yet but I don’t wanna lol, we love it here]

Bea: [you will have to at some point, can always have someone come through this building site and spook y’all into leaving, even if that person is also just another person(s) dicking about when they shouldn’t be]

Fraze: [that’s a good idea, clearly nobody is working on it rn for whatever reason hence y’all are here but all the more reason for peeps to notice that once school is out, cos we said it’s getting near that o clock and come through]

Bea: [won’t let y’all literally be walked in on in this compromising position but you can get your clothes on and duck out before they do, taking whatever is left of the stash with you]

Fraze: [my boo says not on my watch and she’s so real for that, tbf if they are loud af older teen idiots like I’m imagining you’d defs hear them coming a mile off, running their mouths and have time to do that, we’re not even being unrealistic there]

Bea: [agreed and this clearly isn’t the only building or anything so it’s not like this is the only place to go for these boys probably pissing about with things and causing damage so run run before they see y’all ‘cos cba with having that run in]

Fraze: [love the not getting caught for y’all really validating that baze are boss babes and can do and get away with anything they want, such a mood, run run as fast as you can and have the cliched but iconic moment of eventually stopping and being all breathless and grinning cos you won again and LOOKING at each other]

Bea: [when you make a good team and nobody can deny it, hence whatever street corner we’re now on and however breathless we are we’re launching ourselves at you to have a cinematic kiss about it]

Fraze: [I love that for y’all even more because okay technically you’re very much not kissing publicly because nobody is around and even if they are it’s clearly nobody y’all know, but it’s as close to being a couple as you’re allowed to be in this era, hence really being peak romance about how he’s kissing her back here]

Bea: [like this is definitely nowhere near your home and your chances of being caught in a way that would genuinely matter are clearly slim but the way we had to kiss you without going into all this thought truly is it for me, like we were not thinking too hard even though it is fine and we clearly knew that in the back of our head]

Fraze: [agreed, I am living for and about that because one thing about this gal her brain is never off, why I stan cos same sis, what a great time we’ve all ended up having, so glad we revisited this]

Bea: [we’re all living hun, here saying his name ‘cos it won’t be the same when you have to say it again at home]

Fraze: [that’s true, say hers in response for the same reason and just also because you’re not over being able to say it like this yet]

Bea: [reacting physically to him saying your name like he did so much more ‘how am I meant to concentrate?’ ‘cos ages ‘til it’s an acceptable time for y’all to piss off to bed and we’re too into you to just be chilling doing normal after-school nonsense]

Fraze: [‘concentrate on thinking about me’ as if that’s any kind of solution sir, meanwhile he’s here putting her hair back up into the bun it started in because you can’t tell me she had time to do that before they ran, but not really, he’s very much just pulling her hair into his hand and kissing her neck very dramatically, going over the very first lovebite he did and making it more extra because he wasn’t being as !! then]

Bea: [‘not risky at all’ with a smirk that gives away that the opposite is true, obviously ‘but as long as you think about me’ with a shrug like I suppose we’ll be equal, gripping at his hair and pushing his head against you harder ‘cos any level is never enough and you can always go harder]

Fraze: [when you don’t even have to verbalise your lil catchphrase of no risk, no reward that your son and grandson have both stolen because you’re living it that hard now and acting it out with how much harder he’s going after being egged on by her like that, likewise true of what he’s going to be thinking about, it’s too blatant to need to be said when he can say her name again indecently instead and push her up against the nearest wall, wherever that may be, I’m sure it’s probably lowkey the side of someone’s house but y’all do not care]

Bea: [GASPING at how he says your name, yet again ‘if you call me that in front of the rest I’m going to be so mad at you’ pulling him into us by his waist because mad clearly doesn’t mean what it says on the tin here]

Fraze: [‘it’s your name, babe’ like you can’t get ‘mad’ at him for saying it, saying babe with the same energy like okay is this any better, purely because living for the reactions ‘what else am I gonna call you?’ said like they are both THINKING about all the indecent af alternatives, as if he’d drop something like that in front of the fam lol]

Bea: [‘then you’ll have to ignore me’ because simply unacceptable I’m afraid, it sounds too good when you say it, bunching his school shirt up in your fists with the babe and shaking your head like that won’t work either]

Fraze: [‘I can’t’ echoing when she said it, and doing the most as per to show her how true that is by really pushing himself into her in exactly the right place]

Bea: [‘we have to do this’ being vague intentionally as to whether you mean keeping the secret or literally doing what you’re doing right now, both work tbh]

Fraze: [keep doing what you’re doing as if that’s entirely what she means because yolo]

Bea: [wrap your arms around the back of his neck and let him support the full weight of your body against his, kisses going between soft and intense and teasing and messy seemingly at random as the urge takes us, trying them all out, also calling you ‘babe’ like we’re purely parroting you to take the piss but we’re also seeing how that feels in this scenario]

Fraze: [holding her waist and pulling her in closer with the same energy, matching or being completely contrasting about his kisses back as the mood likewise takes him, only pausing to LOOK at her when she says that because of the way it HIT, ofc it did]

Bea: [raising a brow like what? As if you don’t know, so then you’re pulling his head to you so you can say it some more in his ear, peppered in with his name like heheh]

Fraze: [don’t mind this boy here going so red and getting so flustered, nothing to see here anyone else, obvs he’s gotta pull her head to him with even more !! and kiss her very dramatically, including a lip bite that is so much less gentle than the one she did to him earlier, no other response is acceptable]

Bea: [the least subtle reaction of all time, so much so you gotta pull away and look around like whoops ‘smart, yeah?’ because we are not giving but we’re not actually pissed off with ourselves about it rn here because clearly no one you know is just chilling]

Fraze: [‘always’ because she said it earlier and it’s just true, she is, in her ear just to be in her ear because she was his earlier and we can pretend we’ve gotta because that reaction was so unsubtle, giving her a lovebite behind her ear where it’ll easily be hidden by all the hair she has cos again more subtle than the earlobe one he has and not matching but almost, it goes without saying how roughly he’s once again pulling that out of the way to do it]

Bea: [‘you’re too distracting’ like you’re making great effort here to be doing anything that isn’t reacting to everything he’s doing to you, play pushing him into this wall he pinned you up against]

Fraze: [‘I ain’t sorry I get to distract you like this’ too true because of how long they’ve both wanted anything like this to happen, overwhelming in the best possible ways, again pulling her into him because cannot get close enough ever, almost pulling her over with the !! of it]

Bea: [‘me either’ with the most blissed out sigh because lord knows you need distracting sometimes girl, being fully on top of you again like you got nowhere to be, just heart eyes ‘I want you’]

Fraze: [‘you want a distraction that ain’t bullshit’ because lord knows y’all have enough distractions that are bad rn and there are only more coming, little do you know ‘you need me’ yet again saying there’s no distinction but then making one, oh boy you do amuse me]

Bea: [‘the bullshit is the rest, until we can have what we want’ soz you’re such babies and you’ve got a ways to go before you can be fully on the track you’ve already decided you wanna be on, so for now kiss this boy as confirmation because yes to both want and need]

Fraze: [kiss her back as your confirmation that the bullshit is and has always been the rest, because couldn’t agree more, and at least now you are taking steps towards what you want, baby steps though they may be]

Bea: [you’re getting their kids, soz about the massive setback you’re about to be dealt, like]

Fraze: [we’re cruel cruel girls, enjoy your blissful ignorance while you have it though, even if you’re probably gonna have to move from where you are cos the peeps whose house this is are probs gonna appear from doing the school run or whatever like excuse you, start walking, however half-heartedly]

Bea: [mhmm, get your booty butts into gear, not you brushing your hand against his whilst you walk but not actually holding it]

Fraze: [why did I almost scream because I love that so much, it’s so y’all’s vibe well done boo, meanwhile I’m gonna need him to steal flowers out of someone else’s garden because of the birthday tradition and what she said about only getting flowers once a year, excuse us whoever’s garden that is]

Bea: [an absolute must, you are that bitch and you will be secretly so thrilled even if outwardly you’re loling like oh you ‘gift you stole is still a gift, suppose’ because how y’all been living]

Fraze: [‘I’ll do better when we pass a shop’ because we all know he isn’t just gonna steal condoms, he’ll be getting her fave sweets and energy drinks so they can stay up and whatever else feelsy things he spots that he thinks she’ll like, not him tucking one of these flowers into her hair, it’s fine]

Bea: [‘we should take the baby out’ ‘cos thinking that if you give Tess that break so she can deal with the other kids and chill, you won’t have to do any other chores tonight because cba dealing with the rest of you and babies are easier]

Fraze: [‘still got it, babe’ because that is such a good idea and she is so smart even if she did have that lapse earlier, v necessarily though it was]

Bea: [linking your arms like you gotta to move forward and kick a random bit of rubbish out of your path right there, doing a little bow when you untangle and move back like yeah, I know ‘whilst he’s still a mute witness’ ‘cos thinking those other kids can’t keep their mouths closed, oh if only you knew the casual trauma Ali is being subjected to lol]

Fraze: [poor Ali, we really are the biggest bastards to her ‘don’t reckon we ever bother teaching the little fucker to talk, like’ said as if they don’t it won’t ever happen because mcvickers are being that lax, because I love me some foreshadowing and if y’all only knew the amount of childcare you’re about to get lumbered with]

Bea: [my boo says honey, you got a big storm coming and it’s too true ‘I’ll keep the list of excuses in code or in my head’ tapping his temple for emphasis, ‘cos we know you’re going to have to come up with plenty]

Fraze: [‘you’re good at thinking of ‘em’ cos remembering the dentist earlier and what a stroke of genius that was, just really emphasising he’s not worried and she’s got this because wholeheartedly think so ‘bet we’ll not run out before we leg it from here’ meaning ireland for london of course, not this street literally]

Bea: [‘you’re inspiring’ shamelessly thinking about when you baited him earlier by acting like y’all were gonna do it, hence we’re grinning rn ‘of course we won’t’ because who are you if not these hoes ‘we get what we want’ like lowkey never listening to a thing a professional/adult has wanted from us a day in our life but we can fake like we are, so we aren’t worried about anyone catching us out]

Fraze: [getting SO in her grill when she grins because love it and before today it’s probably been a minute since you had cause to see it, even prior to his gf debacle, there isn’t much to grin about on the daily atm, gently grabbing her bottom lip with his thumb and finger, LOOKING at where he bit it before ‘I want you’ to echo when she said it, and because he does, tis true]

Bea: [having to do the biggest, widest eyes at him because what else can you do when it is this mutual and he’s got you like this, biting his thumb but really gently, more just holding it briefly with your teeth]

Fraze: [‘fuck you’ like she’s just bitten his finger off, except not at all because it’s said exactly like an ILY, with all the feeling in the world, and as soft as he ever says anything]

Bea: [saying your ‘fuck you’ against his fingertips, still LOOKING at him, obviously because couldn’t be more into it and in love with you right now]

Fraze: [returning this LOOK with the biggest hearteyes attached to it because hard same, just pushing his fingers into her mouth more, playing with her tongue, all very gently and slowly still, because obviously that’s what we’re up to on this random street rn]

Bea: [brushing some hair behind your ears as a shameless excuse to touch the stem of the flower he put behind one of them as you’re encouraging him to do the most by lightly flicking your tongue against his prying fingers]

Fraze: [just here having the most unusual playfight via her tongue and his fingers don’t mind them, meanwhile also leaning well in so he can brush his lips against each of her knuckles individually while she’s touching that flower stem because they’re so soft and not all bruised and fucked up like his cos that type of boy]

Bea: [closing your eyes because that’s the softest gesture in the world and you can’t handle it, forgetting yourself and fully sucking his fingers into your mouth as well ‘cos excuse us, you can’t be that blatant you love us]

Fraze: [earning a turned on gasp about it which for him might as well be the loudest and most extra moan ever because so about that and we have to let you know it ‘everything you do is gonna do me in’ just really making sure she knows she’s killing you just by existing]

Bea: [a happy ‘yep’ like that’s the plan ‘fuck letting someone else try and fail’ full shade to that poor random girl and any others, tucking his hair (however needlessly) behind his ear with one hand and reaching into our bag to pull out a packet of cigarettes to put one behind his ear like its a flower]

Fraze: [‘you knock me the fuck out’ so much emphasis on the you because nobody else could even make him wobble and we all know it]

Bea: [when that’s such an old hollywood thing to say so you’re here floating, could burst, don’t mind us, put another cigarette in his mouth and light it for him but after he’s had the first drag, taking it off him to have your own, not before you’ve kissed him so he has to blow that smoke into your mouth]

Fraze: [everything about that is so cinematic and iconic, we stan, if we needed any proof at all that he loves her he HATES sharing anything but here he is letting her take that cigarette off him like it’s nothing, watching her take a drag because she always looks hot doing it, soz but that’s facts, kissing her so she has to also blow the smoke into his mouth, it’ll be an endless cycle, wait and see lol]

Bea: [that poor kid in a big family trauma is real and we respect it but y’all are having too much of a moment to not share this cigarette in the most romantic and intimately gross but not to y’all moment of your little lives ‘kill me right back’ also as a means to breathe smoke straight from our lungs into yours]

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emeraldbabygirl · 2 years ago

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I hate that everytime I see a video or a picture or whatever of a guy and a girl together, (unless it’s like a sibling or cousin or mum and son or something that’s obviously not a family relationship) I always assume they are dating. Like friendship never crosses my mind and it’s so stupid, like??? Just because they are the opposite sex or just because they seem close or just because they are in the same pic together does not mean they are together. It’s so annoying. I’ve done it with idols and luckily have been right about it being a gf or whatever but why can’t I just see two people as friends.

Like friends are wonderful friends are they coolest things in the world actually friendship is the most wholesome thing ever and I think all friends whether it’s the opposite sex or not should be allowed to hang out and be close and do fun things together whenever and act as goofy or as serious as they want without people (me) assuming they are an item.

Like there’s a few guys at my job and we are kinda friends I think but there’s a part of me that’s constantly asking “what if he like like me?” And it’s super annoying like I’ve had guy friends in middle school and high school and I have a few online guy friends and that’s great that’s wonderful I like to have some friends that are guys I would love to have some guy friends that I can hang out with and be close with like in every wholesome fanfic ever, like some people do. But sometimes I ask myself the same question, “what if they like me” AND THAT DOESNT WORK IF THEY ARE GAY BRUH 💀💀💀

I had a friend, a guy friend and we only kinda were friends when I was in high school cause I spent like 4 years crushing on him and not saying a word. But it was awkward for me cause I like like him and he got a gf freshman year so I was jealous and didn’t know how to stay friends with someone who was in a relationship WHICH IS ANOTHER THING LIKE ITS OKAY TO DATE AND HAVE FRIENDS COME ON NOW WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. I don’t know if my experience makes it hard for me to understand that it’s okay to be friends without it turning into a relationship or if it’s something else but I hate it.

I see people all the time all social media with their friends of the opposite sex and they are friends you guy this is totally okay and cool I would love to have a guy friend that I am super close and comfortable around and we can joke and do fun things together, I would like to have friends that I can actually go out and see and hang out with but I can’t cause that requires driving and traveling and being alone and being smart and I HAVENT UNLOCKED THAT LEVEL YET 😤

I love to see people talk about their friends and how much they love and appreciate their friends. I love that I want to have that, I have that, I have lady friends that I very much f heckin love and adore and appreciate a lot and I wish I could see them and do fun things with them but I want to have a guy friend that I can do that with and not question if we would date or anything romantic I want a fun and light hearted friendship! I SEE IT OFTEN! AND I WANT IT! I want to have friends that are friends and we do fun things I am a broken record player but IT IS OKAY TO BE FRIENDS AND BE CLOSE AND TELL EACH OTHER SECRETS AND DO THINGS LIKE TRAVEL AND EAT TOGETHER AND HAVE IT NOT BE ROMANTIC PLATONIC IS FANTASTIC WE LOVE HER ITS MY FAV SONG BY SNUPER I NEED TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD AND EXPERIENCE ✨ FRIENDSHIP ✨ I am afraid. I am afraid to meet someone and they end up being a bad person or a murderer. I want to have..ugh, y’all get the point. I get lonely both like in a “I want a romantic relationship” and a “I WANT TO SEE FRIENDS AND HAVE FUN AS FRIENDS RELATIONSHIP.” Being online all the time and constantly craving attention and recognition from the numbers is tiring and exhausting and boring and stupid. I want to go outside and meet people that I am comfortable with and go out driving or a picnic, like nsb did I may think they are all coconuts but the friendship they have is wholesome and wonderful and I want that. I want one of two or maybe a small group of friends and we can go on adventures together I crave that and when the pandemic was starting and everything was shut down I really felt lonely but now that things are open again and people are hanging out I’m still lonely.

I have internet friends from around the country and world which is awesome to me I love to have a diverse friend group and I would love love to meet them all and do fun things together buT I NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE AND I CANT FUNCTION ALONE 😭😭😭😭 I have home friends from school that want to hang out with me and I love that idea so much and I really really want to do it but something is holding me back and Idk if it’s cause I’m scared or cause I can’t drive or cause I still ask my mum for permission for things and I’m afraid to say “hey mum I’m doing this” I’m always “mum can I do this” BUT EVEN MY MUM I WANT TO DO FUN THINGS WITH LIKE TAKE HER OUT TO EAT OR GET OUR NAILS DONE LIKE A SPA DAY BEFORE SHE COMPLETELY LOSES HER SIGHT ugh. I feel trapped sometimes. I get jealous seeing friendships I just ugh I’m done y’all get it.

#shane and ryan are my fav example of best friends #like two peas in a pods #I love them #and nsb they all seem like best buddies #even different kpop idols do fun things as best friends #:(#rant #random #personal #friends #friendship #friens :)#relationship

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bakeryblood · 2 years ago

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Suzie, do you copy?

Eddie Munson x Male!Henderson!Reader

cw: Siblings are weird, coming out, dustin x suzie

“Okay man, all I’m saying is- I’ve got game!” Dustin’s contentious bragging pulled various groans and whines from his friends as they walked the halls of the High School. They had originally been looking for Eddie and Dustin’s older brother but so far without luck.

“Dustin I swear, if you go on about Suzie’s beautiful eyes—“

“Yeah or her amazing, luscious hair!”

“I’m going to throw up..” Will and Lucas chimed back and forth and Dustin simply grinned.

“Wow guys, I could cut through this jealousy with a knife.”

Suddenly, before anyone could defend themselves against the accusation of jealousy a certain long, curly haired man jumped from around the corner. Hands up beside his face as he screamed at the kids, causing them to leap and scream back for a moment before they realized it was Eddie who doubled over in laughter as their fear responses settled.

“Tell me why we were even looking for him again?” Maxine asked as Lucas looked at her, remembering she didn’t usually join them on one of their Friday hang out sessions. He was about to respond when Eddie chimed in after finishing up his laughing fit and Y/N creeped out from behind the walk Eddie had leapt out from behind with his arms crossed.

“So, little man got himself a girl?” He clasped his hand on Dustin’s shoulder in a congratulatory manner as they smiled up at him until his brother cleared their throat drawing their attention onto him.

“Does mom know?” Fuck. Of course their mom didn’t know. To anyone in their friend group who knew his mom and had spent any decent amount of time at his house could attest to the fact that letting Mrs. Henderson know of a relationship was like letting all of Hawkins know. She was the complete opposite of unsupportive.

‘Oh my goodness, call her up Dustin! I want to meet her! Should we all take a road trip? I knew that camp was a good idea!’ The mischievous smirk on his brothers face contrasted Dustin’s just that much more as both of them thought over their mothers potential reaction.

“O-Of course she does!” Damn. If his voice hadn’t cracked perhaps he would’ve sounded a little bit more convincing. Y/N crossed his arms and stared his little brother down for a minute before they rushed past the two seniors.

“L-Like I said, y’all are all just jealous of me!” He walked backwards and looked at his friends unamused faces before setting his gaze in on Eddie who was really trying very hard to keep from cracking up with laughter again. Y/N and his smoke session they’d just finished moments earlier wasn’t helping him in the slightest. It was almost painful trying to hold it in.

They all followed after Dustin as he led the way to their club room, flooding in and settling in in the chairs that scattered around the table. They hadn’t had plans for a game tonight, or even getting ready for their next campaign, none of them seemed to have anything better to do then occupy the space and talk amongst themselves. Which was exactly what they would have been doing at one of their homes anyway.

“Sick of this..” Dustin mumbled to himself, his cap shading his irritated face. He knew he was screwed now, his brother never missed an opportunity to keep their moms attention on him so that he could freely do whatever he wanted.

“Sick of what Henderson?” Eddie took up his spot at the head of the table with Dustin sitting to his side as his right hand man. Eddie was probably the least likely to actually get mad at him for teasing them and it helped him feel better about how his friends his own age treated him about his relationship.

“Sick of being the only one with a girlfriend for one…Aren’t you supposed t’ be our leader? Why’re you still single?”

Munsons dark eyes widened slightly as he placed a hand on his chest in a feign insulted manner. “Who the hell said I was single?”

This made multiple members of the club crack up, making Dustin feel successful on getting the attention off of himself with grand comedic timing. “Eddie. Do you see any girls here? ‘Cause I sure don’t.”

“What the fuck.” Max threw her arms up and Dustin shot her a look of ‘what?’ before turning back to his older friend who had Y/N leaning against his ‘throne’.

“Who said it had to be a girl he’s dating?” Y/N chimed in and Eddie leaned over onto the table with his hands covering his face. They had specifically talked about this exact scenario coming about and agreed they would ease Dustin into this conversation.

Dustin looked at his brother and then back to Eddie multiple times before cracking a grin. “Okay, yeah, you two are fucking with me.” Y/N chuckled and softly shook his head, letting his brother rake his brain as his smile fell. All those nights Eddie picked them up super late and he never came back. Getting rides after school. Them always being together before club meetings. Oh my fucking god.

“Nope nope nope. Not falling for it, good try though.” He waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss their attempt at fooling him into believing that they were actually secretly a couple.

“Oh no, you’re right. We’ve totally just been practicing The Never Ending Story to sing at you and Suzie’s wedding. Not fu—“

“Okay! Y/N, go do something else. Anything else, please..” Eddie revealed his flushed face and looked at you pleadingly. Once again Dustin was losing the battle within himself to not believe what you were saying. But if the two of you were joking wouldn’t Eddie be helping you out? Playing along with you?

“Holy shit..” Dustin now mirrored Eddie’s earlier position while his brother laughed at the expression that had been on his face. Y/N knew he wasn’t genuinely disgusted by the idea, more so taken a back. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught on sooner and now in his attempt to embarrass Eddie, which he did succeed in doing, he’d also embarrassed himself.

The eldest Henderson brother was the only one unapologetically laughing at both of them as the rest of the group discussed what was happening. Either voluntarily admitting they had figured it out early on in the school year while others were still on the fence about believing it. They just didn’t have the context clues Dustin did.

“Oh come on ‘dusty buns’, is it really that bad now that you know?” Y/N held onto Eddie’s chair to keep from doubling over as his brother shot up out of his seat, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“Of course it is! You- You can’t just not tell me things like that!” So that’s really what it was. He wasn’t mad his brother was gay, he was mad because he felt lied to. He felt like the two of them should have been able to confide in each other like that, even if they butted heads like any other pair of siblings would. Hell, Y/N was the first one he told about Suzie and he’d helped him make Cerebro so he could talk to her. He was the only one hyping him up about his relationship while all his friends chose to not believe him.

Y/N stopped laughing and took a moment to let his brothers body language and facial expression register to him, realizing that Dustin was actually genuinely upset. “Dude, I’m sorry-“

“Fuck off, no you’re not.” He left his bag on the table as he pushed the chair back and started to head for the door. Lucas reached out to grab his arm but the curly haired boy was moving to fast for him to snag ahold of his jacket.

“Dustin, come on! Don’t leave!” Eddie called out to him before smacking the table in frustration. Y/N rubbed the back of his neck and gave a moment to think about how to handle the situation before heading off after him, only to stop at the door and hold up his hand which Eddie quickly caught on to and pulled his van keys from his jacket pocket. Tossing them to him and then watching as he went out the door as well. “Fucking great, now they’re both gone.” He motioned to the door before going back to his chair and slumping down into it.

“Don’t worry, Dustin has never stayed mad for long.” Lucas piped up and Max slapped her hand on his chest, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’. “Don’t say that! You don’t even know if he is mad, we don’t know anything about those twos’ dynamic.”

When Max was right she was right, siblings are fickle things. Erica and him could seem to be at each other’s throats but that was just how they were with each other. When they were younger Dustin always seemed to brag about his brother. Saying things like, ‘If I get to be even half as cool as him y’all better watch out, I’ll be so popular.’ When in reality Dustin was the only one who really thought of them that way until him and Eddie connected.

What they did all know is where Dustin was probably headed, meaning his brother would also have no problem catching up to him and having a much needed heart to heart talk.

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“Suzie..Suzie do you copy?” Dustin sniffled as he was met with radio static. “Suzie please pick up, I really need to talk to someone!”

“Dusty? Oh my gosh, are you crying?” He smiled as he heard his girlfriends voice and he cleared his throat and wiped his face with his free hand before responding.

“No..of course not…”

“Please don’t lie to me, just tell me what happened..”

Dustin sat on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest as one pulled at the grass on the hill and the other held the radios mic close to his face. “So that’s it pretty much..my best friend and brother are dating…”

“Well that’s just great dusty buns! Aren’t you happy for them?” Suzie exclaimed after turning the volume on her radio back up, having turn it town out of fear that her religious parents might hear her boyfriend using foul language let alone talking about a relationship between two men.

“I want to be! That’s the whole point babe, why couldn’t he just tell me? Did he really think I would think he was weird or gross or something?” Dustin bopped the mic against his head a few times after releasing the button.

“Maybe he thought…you were ready to know.” Dustin jumped at the sound of his brothers voice as he came over the edge of the hill, slightly out of breath. He scrambled to his feet, dropping the mic for the radio in the process and looked at him slightly fearful.

“Calm down. You’re the one mad at me, remember?” Y/N walked over and plopped down on the grass, picking up the mic as Suzie repeatedly asked Dustin if everything was okay. “Hey uh, Dustin’s all good. Y/N here, thanks for keeping him company.”

Suzie gasped, covering her mouth at the sound of Y/Ns voice over the radio. Slightly worried he might be upset that the two of them were talking about his personal life the way they had been. “I’ll let you get back to it in a few minutes, alright?”

“A-Alright! Absolutely! Take all the time you need!” She stuttered back to him before placing her mic down and running towards her bed, throwing herself down into the plush sheets. To think this was had to be the first time she’d gotten to hear her future brother-in-laws voice, under these circumstances!

“What’re you talking about..” Y/N sighed as Dustin came and sat next to them despite his uncomfortable attitude.

“Me, being gay. You wanted me to be transparent with you so let’s be transparent.”

The younger boy huffed and kept his eyes fixed to the grass ahead of them. “So what, you thought I was too immature to know about y’all? I’m not stupid Y/N.”

“Dustin, I didn’t say you were stupid. But you did wear Chewbacca underwear up until last year.” His younger brother gave them a weak shove before allowing himself to give a small laugh.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with maturity, Star Wars is for all ages.”

“You only stopped wearing them because mom couldn’t find them in your size anymore dude..” Y/N had to catch himself before he let a laugh slip out himself. “Anyway, that’s not important right now. Eddie and Me is new alright? We weren’t looking to hide it from you forever.”

“Yeah but— You can’t act like you just woke up senior year and decided you liked guys!”

“No, of course not. Maybe that’s how things work out for other people, but I’ve known for a long time. Probably since I was your age..” Y/N and Dustin sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them flip flopping from feeling more and less uncomfortable.

“But no shit I don’t think you’re stupid Dust, I thought I was just telling you we were dating. I thought you knew.” Dustin made a face at him, mouth open. “How the hell would I know? You hang out with girls all the time! What about prom?”

Y/N finally let himself laugh. “Those are girl friends Dustin, not girlfriends.” He pushed his curly hair off of his sweaty face and grinned, imagining how much of a lady killer his little brother must have thought he was. “You do realize how small this town is, small towns are not the friendliest to my type…Plus back then I thought I needed cover girls anyway..”

Dustin mumbled ‘cover girls’ to himself thinking over what it must’ve meant. “Does mom know?”

“Of course mom doesn’t know, mom doesn’t know anything that isn’t a question on jeopardy. ‘Who is- your queer son!’” Y/N imitated Alex Trabek’s voice as he made the joke and they both burst out laughing. “Plus if I had ever told her you’d have to fill her in about Suzie, you know that woman is crazy about having grandkids.”

“Ew.” Y/N rolled his eyes at his younger brothers response, of course he’s still not at that age. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah bro, we’re always good.” Dustin gave his brother his signature toothless grin as he got back up off the grass, brushing his ass off as he did so before giving a stretch. Not looking forward to the trek back down the hill one bit he figured he might as well get a move on before Eddie started walking home.

“Get home safe, don’t spend all night out here!” He hollered back as he made his way off.

Dustin sighed and looked down at the mic for the radio and rushed to pick it up out of the grass, “Suzie, oh my god I’m so sorry! Uh, him and me are on the same page now..are you still there?”

Radio static filled his ears once again for a minute until he heard those giggles that were music to his ears. “Oh, thank god.”

“Chewbacca huh?” Evil. His brother was pure evil, and he would be getting him back.

#stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #dustin henderson #dustin x suzie

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze.

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to.

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away.

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best.

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head.

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.”

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer.

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak.

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I��m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap.

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding.

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying.

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him.

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job.

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck.

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again.

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones.

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly.

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?”

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.”

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoy #draco x reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #slytherin

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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“Carry On” and...Yikes.

Well clowns, looks like the clown calls were coming from inside the house this entire time.

I so desperately wish I wasn’t writing this right now. I so wish that I could be writing something better, something joyful, something happy about this fifteen year journey with these characters. It seems as though the show had other ideas, so in we go.

So...the dog was cool. Also interesting that Dean was back to his breakup/grieving coping mechanisms: not making his bed, messy room, beer all over the place, Sam making breakfast, etc.

So I guess I better just start off with how...off this episode felt in regards to Dean specifically. Idk why he suddenly wanted a dog and Sam had no real interest in one, since the opposite has been true for, idk, fifteen years, but whatever, I was willing to let it go.

I thought the pie thing was a sweet scene, it was funny and nice and a good button on Dean’s pie thing.

Weird to, you know, bring up Cas and not mention his tragic ass deal and why he got got, but whatever.

I cannot physically believe that this MOTW aspect was, quite literally, so much of the plot. Like...we figured that it was going to be an aspect, but for it to be SO MUCH? Bruh. I am such a fucking fool lmfao.

Again, cool to see Cas’ coat in the back. Too bad it wasn’t addressed.

Jenny. Bitch. Come on. Of ALL the villains in the FIFTEEN YEARS of Supernatural. Jenny. Who was in....one....episode. Ok.

I mean that line about the high school thing was funny, I did laugh at that moment. Fuck I love Dean Winchester.

I cannot believe I specced so much about the barn scene. Are y’all telling me that “The Night We Met” is being claimed by......Sam and Dean. Fuck off.

I mean, I thought Dean was going to die, and the scene actually did play out pretty similarly to how I thought. It was probably the most powerful moment in the episode. I am very glad that it was Dean’s choice, his choice and his peace to let go.

“Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam.”

I do love this, I love this because Dean is able to look at his work, the man that he raised, and tell him these things. He was Sam’s parent, he raised Sam into the man he is today, and he should be damn proud of that.

I do love this most of scene, I really do, I love my boys, these brothers so damn much, and at least, at the very least, I have this scene of them.

Forehead touch was weird, I’m just gonna say it.

I feel like most of this episode was montages lol. I mean I always hate sad Sam but at this point I still fully felt like we were going to get closure and we just...didn’t.

The Austin number was a cool detail, I liked that bc I picked up on it right away (since, you know, my phone is a 512 number lmao).

What a lackluster goodbye to the Bunker. I had no clue that was going to be the last time we saw it ever.

FUCK AT LEAST I GOT MY DAMN HEAVEN BAR.

The scene with Bobby was nice, it was good to see him. We did get our remade Heaven, that’s also nice to know.

“It ain’t just Heaven, Dean. It’s the Heaven you deserve.”

He does deserve this. An open Heaven, the people he loves, finally some peace, he deserves that, and I am glad that he got it.

Our second Cas mention. Great. Thanks guys.

I mean thanks Jim and Jensen for the microexpressions I guess lmao.

So I am supposed to believe. That Dean. Whose entire arc has been speaking his truth, specifically speaking his truth to Cas. Where he has been stopped twice before this season. Is going to just drive around in circles for forty years until Sam gets there? Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

And Sam gets married and has a kid that he names Dean, and the unspecified dark haired woman in the back of the ten minute montage is supposed to be enough for me to buy that it’s Eileen? Bruh.

Also it’s BACK TO BACK MONTAGES??? WITH TWO VERSIONS OF CARRY ON WAYWARD SON?

Sam’s age makeup???? Hello???? AT FIRST THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGE HIM THEY JUST PUT HIM IN A WIG?????

That cover of Wayward Son did slap but was it enough? No.

Even that bridge moment didn’t hit right because Sam didn’t cross it? He was just suddenly there.

It just fucking sucks. It sucks that their reunion doesn’t land right because they...didn’t do anything when they were apart. Sam had his kid sure but Dean literally just drove around. No mention of Cas or of Eileen. Nothing. So the last moment of this show I love feels tainted and hollow and just wrong.

It sucks. I’m not going to lie. But the worst thing about it? Is that it doesn’t make any sense. I have not spent two years of my life picking apart the writing rooms in Supernatural, lauding this current team for what they’ve accomplished for it to end like this. I know many of you will regard me as a complete tinhat freak right now, but this, to me, does not feel like an episode that Andrew Dabb wrote. Hell, it doesn’t feel like an episode of Supernatural.

None of the arcs were completed: Dean didn’t get to speak his truth to Cas, Sam never got to become the leader, the legacy hunter he was meant to. We don’t see them with Cas or Eileen, we don’t even hear about them.

Listen, there’s a lot that...simply doesn’t add up to me. First of all, the episode was SHORT, and most of it was montages. They had four montages AND the episode was only 38 minutes. The series finale of the show was shorter than any other episode and had four multiple minute montages. Okay. Make it make sense. Newsflash: it doesn’t, there is simply no way I can believe that there weren’t massive cuts and reworks done to this episode on an executive level.

I know there are people who will tell me that the writers are just bad and I need to accept that they gave me a shitty ending, but after all this time with this story, especially with Dabb’s arc, he just...doesn’t do shit like this. His arcs are always complete, always tied up well, always have a button. But this mess? This confusing episode that left everything hanging with a cover of Wayward Son hanging in the air? It just doesn’t add up to me.

This wasn’t the story they were telling, this hasn’t been the story they were telling all season, and I stand by that.

So, I sure do wish I could give you a better post. I wish that we had gotten something better. I still, after everything, love this show, and will still be here in the morning.

Thanks guys. Love y’all.

#my meta #supernatural #spn writers #spoilers #spn 15x20 #spn #this was upsetting to write but hey i knew i had to

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fic #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons

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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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