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bitchlessdino · 3 years ago

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Helllooo, it's been a while since I've last graced your asks with my nasty thoughts 😂 I'm going back to the loml, Joshua, with this ask.

So there's a video of him going around saying "kaya mo yan, baby" and "you can do it, baby". Now the latter message is what I'm so obsess with because of HOW HE SAYS IT.

IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA. LIKE I KNOW HE'S A GENTLEMAN BUT JUST IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA.

You're shaking and your mind is no longer in the right place because of the fact that it has been your third time finishing for the night and it seems like Joshua doesn't have any plans on ending it there. You try to close your legs but Joshua uses both of his hands to keep them open. Before he brings his face close to your heat, he meets your eyes and says, "one last round. you can do it, baby."

Pairing: joshua x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 950

Tags: e2l, perfect joshua, reporter!reader, oral (recieving), mean joshua, drabble

author note: hi im so tired, idk what i wrote, i was in a horny daze

Joshua knows how people see him. He donates to charity, is a spokesperson for his community’s youth, and damn well the most eligible bachelor for anyone’s child. He’s a role model in his community and perfect in bystanders' eyes. There isn’t an apparent thing wrong with him on paper. You thought that at first too, until you realized that facade that is.

You learned quickly that he loves to put on a show. He lets others see a side of him more appealing, family-friendly to put it in simple terms. It was when he got you alone he was someone else entirely different. He’s far from the rumors or what the local news stations report behind closed doors.

You would know being a low-scale town reporter, writing for one of the least popular chronicles around in these parts. Whether it was regarding the local dumpster fire of a diner’s rat infestation, or city hall’s totalitarianism in the works, you’d catch it with a flash of your camera or the scribble of your notepad. This week's latest was Joshua Hong: the town’s golden child. Well, he is not the golden child everyone believes him to be; you found that out rather quickly.

“That can’t be all you got.”

You were panting against the bed frame, forearm over your sweaty forehead and closed eyes in exhaustion, trying to recover from the several hours of exerting yourself in his submission. “S-shua, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you said when you said you’d beat me under any and all circumstances.”

That was your mistake for thinking you’d be right.

You took the first steps in gathering evidence, anything to point in the right direction. You thought you found it until he trailed after it. When you pushed, he pulled. When you took the road less traveled, he followed. He was somehow always a step ahead of you, and you despised him for it. He was playing dirty somehow, you felt it in your gut. He to have heard of your investigation. That meant he had eyes everywhere. It’s what kept him afloat.

“I overheard your convo with your little reporter buddies at Blueberry House Cafe yesterday. Is your pathetic little column embarrassing enough?”

He confronted your lurking finally at some point, given you took your time and energy to make it all the way to his house in doing so, and willingly let you inside strange enough. You clutch the messenger on your shoulder, staring at him straight on, breaking a bad sweat. He returns your glare, not so much of resentment or disdain, but almost one of interest.

You scoffed. “Yeah, then you also heard I hate your fucking guts.”

Being caught in the act didn't mean you’d back down, it mean you had to push harder.

“Well,” he trods to you methodically, staring down at you with unadulterated confidence, and leveling your gazes as he presses you up against the wall behind you. His breath was warm and candy apple scented, too tempting to ignore, “I’m about to rearrange your guts right now.”

You take a beat, falling back on the wall with matching the aloofness he exudes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Anything as long as it gets you begging for my mercy.” He deeply chuckles under his breath.

You should’ve been scared by the fact you were so close, infamous murderer or sex fiend, he could be on the news for something nefarious thanks to you. However, you succumb to your own internally hormonal desires, taking on the challenge of the very man you promise to expose.

“Then I’ll have it be under any and all circumstances that I’ll overcome it. Overcome you.”

“Baby…Cumming is all that you’ll be doing.”

And here you were eating your words and swallowing down his.

The man eats like a common animal, lapping up every drop in sight, coating his thick and wet tongue in your arousal skillfully. It made you clench your legs in desperation, begging for a minute of rest after he unwillingly retracts himself from you, his name burning on your tongue. He takes all the strength of his arms to pry you open, his girthy fingers and palms on either thigh to pull you apart.

Your throat runs dry, digging the back of your head into his pillows. “Three times,” you’d repeat.

“And what’s one more? Or two? Or five?” he chuckles to himself.

You whine, having hardly the energy to resist his advances. He grips you still, his face so close to your tired heat, that he basks in its familiarity, your release still fresh and seeping out of you like ambrosia. He meets your eyes, insatiably hungry.

"One last round. You can do it, baby."

Before you can fight it on its own last time, his tongue hits the taste of your warmth once more, dragging it in stripes, and sucking down your clit like he would a straw. Your fatigue eyes flutter and your voice soon embarrassingly relentless, moaning from the top of your lungs. His lips then attach to your core, blurring the boundaries of his mouth and your pussy, ultimately becoming one.

You wretchedly squirm in the process of your overstimulation, your stomach practically churning like a hot pot while your heart pounded in your ears. He loops his arms around your legs, and squeezes your thighs between his biceps, digging his tongue deep and flicking faster inside you. His ears perk at your violent groans, languidly moving his mouth to see how much louder you can really get, getting you to regret ever doubting him, ever underestimating.

“Have..mercy…” You gasp.

“That’s right,” He whispers tauntingly in your heat, “You’re at my mercy.”

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anxi-aashi · 3 years ago

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mikasa x f!reader

warnings: angsttttt, cursing, and reader's a little bit of a gold digger

found an old script i wrote for class like a yr ago while cleaning up my downloads and thought "hmm............. this would make a perfect mikasa addition to my blog." enjoy my first drabble!!!!!

There was a cardinal sitting on the windowsill. Hopping side to side on the ledge, red wings fluttering occasionally, the male took his time looking out onto the rest of the sprawling lawn. Its beak hinged open and closed in intervals, a mating song twittering out of its lungs and to the nearest female, but Mikasa heard nothing over the radio softly playing in the dressing room.

She stared at the cardinal, its presence in the middle of the sunlight streaming through the window creating a small shadow that danced on the floor below. Mikasa didn’t know a lot about birds, but she thought this one looked happy.

“Okay, so I've got ‘I'll cherish the time we have together forever…’ What else?”

Mikasa was pulled out of her trance, turning her attention to you. In the chair parked in front of the dressing room’s vanity that was covered in various hair and makeup products, you scribbled your thoughts down on a small, hand-held notepad, then looked around aimlessly, tapping the pen to your mouth. You were only dressed in sweats and an old college t-shirt, but Mikasa still found it hard to take her eyes off of you.

She sighed, glancing one more time to the window to find the cardinal gone. “I told you you should've done this earlier,” she lightly reprimanded you, reaching over you to pick up the clip she needed to pin your sectioned hair.

“Yes, yes, I know, the day of is a horrible time to do this, you've gotten onto my ass about it plenty of times. Now please let me pick that beautiful brain of yours for ideas?” you pleaded, shooting her your lost-puppy eyes unintentionally through the mirror.

Mikasa blushed, fumbling a bit in her movements. She glanced up to meet your eyes in the mirror, before sighing again and recollecting herself, securing the clip in your hair.

“C'mon, there's no point in scolding me now. I gotta have something by the end of the day,” you reasoned.

Mikasa stayed silent, continuing her task with pulling the other side of your hair into an identical square. She absolutely hated how much of a hold you had on her, and how much you didn’t even know. She wanted to say no to you so badly, anything to keep you from going through with it, but in the end, Mikasa knew she would do anything for you.

“Fine, but–”

You grinned and pumped your fist with the pen still clasped in your palm. “Yes!”

“But,” Mikasa interrupted your celebration, “don't you think that if you're having this much trouble writing your vows, then…”

Silence ensued as you waited for her to finish. Mikasa's chest tightened and she swallowed thickly, trying to resist the urge to vomit.

Her fingers toyed anxiously with the ends of your hair instead.

“... maybe you shouldn't be getting married?”

You sighed, notepad and pen-clad hands thumping into your lap. As always, you were oblivious to your best friend’s turmoil. “Mika, I've already explained to you that being in love has never been a requirement for marriage for me. He's loaded and not an asshole-- that's all I'm concerned about.”

You huffed and returned your gaze to your notepad, reading over again what you had written so far. "'I'll cherish the time we have together…’"

You trailed off questioningly and looked up at Mikasa through the mirror, who refused to lift her eyes from your hair. Then, after your phrase had lingered in the air for long enough, Mikasa continued your pledge.

"'... In this life and all the ones to follow. You calm me when I'm stressed; you brighten my day when there's darkness–’"

“Hold on, hold on, let me write this down.”

You hurriedly scribbled her words down on your notepad, not noticing the way Mikasa’s eyes had finally left your hair and focused on you through the mirror again. Her heart twisted and a bittersweet smile crossed her face as she prepared to finish her prose.

"You are my soulmate always, but my best friend first.”

who do you think she's marrying????

#mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader #snail.writes

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might-be-tiny-gt · 3 years ago

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Ok, so I meant to draw another comic for the Ratattorney AU, but then I got busy with school. So I thought I’d write down a quick little drabble and post it. I ended up writing this for 6 hours straight, whoops. Anyways enjoy!

AU by @spirit-small

“Alright Ms. Fey, I think that about all the questions I have for the moment.”

Gumshoe looked up from the notepad he was scribbling in. Truth be told there’s wasn’t much on this page that was of any use to the detective. The suspect before him claims to have walked in and discovered the body, but the evidence says other wise, it has to be her.

The girl in question was dressed in a peculiar fashion. Giant pearls adorned her hair and neck, she wore what Gumshoe could best describe as a robe dress…? And the entire get up was tied up nicely with a bow that wrapped around her waist. Her head hung so low that her dark hair obscured her face. This was his main suspect, Maya Fey, sister of the deceased. Gumshoe recalled how much she sobbed on the drive to the precinct. She seems to be a little better by the time she was brought into question, it was little hard to tell with her hair blocking her face and all, but he took the silence as good sign. Although every so often he could hear the faintest sniffle coming from her direction.

“D-detective..?” She struggled to get the first word out , “What’s- What’s going to happen to me..?“

“Well Pal,” Gumshoe cleared his throat, trying his best to keep a neutral tone with her. “Right now. We’re waiting for an officer to come by, and they’ll take you to a holding cell. You still have your phone call, if you have any family or friends that you need to-“

“I don’t.”

There was beat of bitter silence.

“Ah, well in that case, it might be best to get in contact with a lawyer to take your case,” he briefly checked his watch, “It looks like you have a few hours to get a hold of one.”

“What happens if I can’t get a lawyer to take my case?”

“You’ll be assigned a pubic defender.”

A public defender, she recalled her sister mention them in passing over lunch one time. They weren’t bad per say, but they were leagues behind the highly trained prosecutors that could be assigned to this case. She wouldn’t stand a chance. Maya took a moment to think, she would have called Mia in a heartbeat, but unfortunately that was no longer an option. God, Why? Why did this happen? Who else could help?

“Umm..”

“Yeah Pal?”

“Would you be able to look up a phone number for me? I’d like to call Mr. Grossberg, but I forgot the number.”

“Grossberg… Grossberg.. oh yeah! I’ve seen him around a few times, I’m sure his number is around the office somewhere. Let me just-“

Gumshoe stood up and quickly rushed to the door, he was sure Grossberg must have left a business card with someone in the precinct. Just as he reached for the handle the door burst open.

“DETECTIVE GUMSHOE, SIRRRRRRR!”

Gumshoe couldn’t decided what was worse, Officer Meekins’ loud greeting or the high pitch feedback from his loud speaker that accompanied it. Gumshoe held his head up to his ear tightly, yup, that ringing isn’t going away any time soon.

“Geez Pal, there’s no need to shout.”

“Ah, yes, sorry detective Gumshoe, SIR,” If only this man had a mute button. “But I have a message from the chief, SIR!”

Gumshoe stared down Meekins expectantly, Meekins remained at attention….

“OH RIGHT!”

Meekins sporadically went through each and every pocket on his uniform looking for the darn piece of paper.

“FOUND IT SIR! HERE YOU ARE SIR!”

Gumshoe snatched the paper from Meekins’ shaking hands. The stationary was immediately recognized by the detective as coming front the chief’s desk. He skimmed the note….

“WHAT?!?” Gumshoe eyed his suspect in disbelief, then back to Meekins, “When did you get this?”

“It was faxed to us about thirty minutes ago while you were interrogating the suspect, SIR!”

Gumshoe sighed, turned to the solemn lady still not sure exactly what going on, and presented her with the last thing she expected to hear.

“Well Pal, you’re free to go”

Maya blinked, “What?”

Gumshoe gestured to the crumpled paper in his hands, “Got a fax from the chief, this morning your bail was posted… and paid for.”

“Paid? But who-“

Gumshoe sighed, “According to this, whoever it was did so anonymously.”

“Does that mean…. I can leave?”

“Technically, yes, but there are a few things we need to sort out before you go.”

“O-ok..”

“First of all, you’re still going on trial tomorrow, make sure you make it to the court house on time. If you don’t then we’ll assume you ran and you’ll be charged with attempt of skipping on bail, got that?”

She simply nodded.

“Secondly, we should probably sort out your lawyer situation before you leave. Meekins?”

“YES DETECTIVE GUMSHOE, SIR!?”

Yup, the ringing’s gonna linger for at least a week, “Take the suspect to make her phone call, grab the phone book from my desk, bottom left drawer.”

“YES DETEC-“

“That’s enough, Pal!”

Who’d pay for her bail? Maya thought to her self as Meekins escorted her out of the room. Gumshoe followed them out, but quickly went down the opposite hallway, on his way to continue investigating no doubt. Meekins and Maya quickly reached the detective’s desk and the only thing Maya could do as she waited for the officer to find Gumshoe’s phone book was watch quietly. It was plain to see that Meekins seemed very flighty and unlikely to stand still. But he seemed just a bit more fidgety? He mumbled to himself as he searched each drawer, guess he forgot what bottom left means. That wasn’t the thing that Maya found weird however. He kept aggressive adjusting his hat to the point where it became very distracting. Maya wasn’t the only one to stare as she noticed the detectives who were at their desks watching with mild annoyance.

Maya just about mustered the strength to ask him was wrong when he suddenly shouted in clear frustration. Maya, everyone really, was taken aback, this was definitely out of character. Meekins ripped the hat of his head and began to scratch it relieved. Was all this really over a simple itch? Maya could have sworn she saw something fall out of Meekin’s hat, but it’s was too quick to really tell what. One of the detectives stood up from their desk and stormed up to Meekins, poor guy got an earful. There was a lot of yelling, and sorries, and SIIIIIIIIIRS, to be had. In the end, the detective opened the bottom left drawer of Gumshoes’ desk, begrudgingly handed it to Meekins, and returned to their desk. When he finally turned to face Maya, his face was redder that a tomato. Maya was going to say something but decided against it. She was taken down an empty, a single phone waiting for her. Meekins sheepishly handed her the phone book and stood just out of sight at the end of the hall, the most privacy she could probably get while under suspicion for murder.

She skimmed the phone book and memories came flooding back. She remembers using it when Mia first moved from Kurain Village. There was one in a phone booth near the bus stop, she had to teach herself how to go through it. The first number she ever called using that phone book was Mia’s, just hours after she moved away to study law. She recalled how Mia laughed when she realized who was on the other end.

“I just saw you this morning Maya!”

“But-BUT I MISS YOU SO MUCH SIS!”

“I miss you too,” Her voice was alway so sincere.

“Do- do you like it over there…?”

Mia took a moment to respond, “Of course I am, but there’s just one thing missing…”

“What that?”

“We’ll there’s no little sisters here to run around with, or watch cartoons with, or ya know… break and fix sacred vases with.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

“It just means I need to come back as soon as possible to say hi and give you the biiiiiiiiiigest hug!”

“Promise..?”

“I Promise.”

They probably would’ve talked longer if Morgan hadn’t caught Maya skipping her lessons to call Mia. By the time Maya had found Grossberg’s number the page was dripping. She took a breath, and dialed the the number.

Ring

“Please pick up...”

Ring

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take…”

Ring

“PLEASE.”

CLICK

“Grossberg Law Offices,” It definitely wasn’t Grossberg, probably the receptionist, “How can I help you?”

“Hi yes,” Maya didn’t realize how shaking her voice was until now, “My name is Maya Fey, and I need Mr. Grossberg’s help. I need him to defend me in court tomorrow!”

“Maya Fey?”

“YES MAYA FEY,” Maya hated how worked up she got, “My.. my sister used to work for Mr. Grossberg, she told me if I was ever in trouble to call him.”

“One moment please.”

The phone clicked, Maya could barely make out mumbling in the background. It took quite sometime, but finally there was a response.

“Hello,” It was the same voice from before.

“Yes!?”

“I’m sorry Ms. Fey, but Mr. Grossberg’s unavailable at the moment.”

Maya’s heart sunk if a way she had never felt before, “He’s…….. not……?”

“No, Mr. Grossberg has another very big case to deal with at the moment. He doesn’t have time to take another,” How can they sound so insincere?

“Please, there has to be another lawyer! Someone? ANYONE?!”

“Like I said ma’am, this is a very big case, all the lawyers at the firm are working on it.”

“All of the-“

The receptionist cut her off, “I’m sorry we couldn’t be of more help, good luck with your case.”

“No Wait, PLEASE! AT LEAST LET ME TALK TO-”

BEEP

They hung up. Her only hope just hung up on her. Maya’s knees went weak, she didn’t even have the strength to put the phone back on the hook before she collapsed. She couldn’t hold it back any longer, her tears fell like rain fall. The sound of violent sobbing and the droning dial tone echoed down the hall.

“Ack!”

Maya perked her head up at the sound. What was that?

Ahem.

It came from below her. But… she was on her barley on her knees, what could have possibly ahemed below her.

Looking down she saw him, the tiny man in the blue suit she saw at the office. He looked back up at her with an empathetic and sheepish half smile. Maya was still still shocked at what she was looking at to properly process that this poor guy was soaking wet, no thanks to her.

“It’s you,” Before she realized it, Maya leaned closer, the man backed up cautiously as she did so.

“Y-yeah,” His voice was just as shaky as hers, “Are you ok..?”

“NO, OF COURSE NOT,” She wanted to yell, but she could only shake her head in silence.

The man pursed his lips, certainly unsure of what to say. He eyed her hand and walked over and gave it a pat of reassurance. It was awkward to say the least. Maya was sure that if this man was her size, this would be a pat on the back or head. She couldn’t help but stare, his hand was barley the size of her fingernail. It’s not that she didn’t notice that this guy was impossibly tiny, but in this moment is when she finally internalized it.

“What are you..?”

“Oh, ummm,” The man was clearly caught off guard, “I’m Phoenix.”

“That’s not what I asked..”

“Right…. I’m a borrower.”

“What’s a borrow-“

“Look,” She was cut off again, “I know you probably have a million questions, and I’ll be happy to answer them later. But right now you need to get out of here.”

“Why?”

“I was able to get you out on bail, but it won’t be long until they catch on.”

Maya was disbelief, “You paid my bail?”

Phoenix looked away, “Well…….”

“Well?”

“So, the thing is, I may have snuck into one of the detective’s offices and sent a fake message saying that you’re bail was settled.”

“What,” This was the closest to shouting Maya felt comfortable getting. She didn’t want startle Phoenix or alert Meekins.

Phoenix held his hand behind his head, “Y-yeah…. I don’t have any human money, but I remember Mia talking about bail, and I figured-“

“You knew my sister?!”

“Y-yes… I ummmm,” He got teary eyed, “She was my friend, a really good friend.”

It was clear to Maya now that she wasn’t the only one who suffered in the last few hours.

“She never mentioned you.”

“She wanted to introduce you, really, but I, umm, I wasn’t ready to…. I wasn’t comfortable yet with……. I’m supposed to be a secret.”

“But you’re talking to me now?”

“I can’t just hide in the walls and do nothing!”

Maya was touched, just when it felt like the world was against her.

“I heard everything,” he gestured to the phone dangling beside them, dial tone still droning on, “I have an idea, but we need to be quick about it.”

“What is it?”

“I know it’s not much… but I’ve learned a lot about law with Mia, and before that I was already familiar with the basics and, well, it’s better than nothing, but maybe…”

“You want to defend me..?”

“I’d want to, believe me, but I can’t stand in court, not as I am,” he gestured at all of him.

“Oh…”

“But you can!”

“What!?”

“Mia once told me that an accused individual has the right to defend themselves in court!”

“Phoenix,” Saying his name made this whole thing feel more real and absolutely insane, “I’m not a lawyer, I don’t know anything about how this works!”

“That’s why I’ll be with you! If…..you’ll have me…”

This was crazy. Defending herself in court. Crazy! Being assisted by a lawyer that fits in the palm of her hand. Crazy! The fact that tiny lawyers that life in the walls of law offices apparently exist. CRAZY! But despite the absolutely absurdity and hopelessness of the present situation, Maya couldn’t help but smile for the first time in what felt like eons. Without thinking she snatched Phoenix in her hands held him near her chest, the biggest hug she possibly give her tiny attorney.

“Thank you, THANK YOU!”

At first Phoenix panicked, he certainly didn’t enjoy being grabbed so suddenly. Maya didn’t exactly have the same delicate touch Mia did. But as soon as she pulled him away and he saw her tearful smile shine through, he couldn’t help but think of Mia, they had the same smile.

“I’m glad I can help, Maya.”

Officer Meekins, for his part, did what he was told properly. He stood guard diligently and the suspect didn’t get past him, no sirree! He had been been waiting patiently for a good twenty minutes. There were tears, there was yelling, there were dial tones but he stood his ground. After all, his older hardboiled co workers said that it was to be expected, not all lawyers take cases and there’s nothing to be done about it. So imagine his surprise when he approached by a significantly perkier than twenty minutes ago suspect.

“Officer?”

“Y-Y-Y-Y-Y YES MA’AM!?”

“I have a lawyer, who should I talk to before I leave?”

“That would be Detective Gumshoe, MA’AM.”

“Would you mind taking me to him please?”

“Of course, MA’AM. Please come with me MA’AM!”

And so Meekins escorted the young lady down the hall, past the offices, and down the stairs. Sure enough Gumshoe was seated at a bench next to the vending machine they had in the lobby, according to Meekins this was his lunch break. When Gumshoe caught them approaching he quickly scarfed down the last of his candy bar and stood up as if he been caught doing something wrong and needed to cover for it.

“Mm-Meekins,” he wasn’t done chewing, “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Yes, Detective Gumshoe, SIR! The suspect ask to speak with you, Sir!”

Gumshoe peered behind Meekins to get a good view at Maya. She seemed better emotionally speaking, even if the red on her face made it clear she was crying not to long ago. Oddly enough she had her hair parted in front of shoulders, maybe it was fashion statement.

“So how’d it go with Grossberg? Should I inform the prosecutor’s office that he’s defending ya?”

Maya shook her head, “No detective, Grossberg couldn’t defend me.”

“Oh, then I guess I need to call for a public defender then?”

“Nope,” Maye held her head up high, “I’m defending myself!”

Gumshoe laughed, now he got why she was so happy all of a sudden, bet she was saving this joke for a bit. But then he noticed she wasn’t laughing with him.

“Wait pal, you serious?”

“Yes,” Maya held her fists in front of her with determination, “I’ve decided to defend myself, it is my legal right!”

“Look pal, I’m telling you now, you’re better off with a public defender. You won’t stand a chance against Edg-“

“Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’ve made up my mind,” she briefly looked to her shoulder and nodded, “and since I’ll be defending myself, then I’d like to ask you for a copy of the autopsy report.”

Gumshoe couldn’t stop himself from staring in disbelief. He looked to Meekins for some sort of help, should’ve know that wasn’t going to be of any use.

He looked back at Maya, “You sure about this pal?”

“Yes.”

Gumshoe sighed, guess there was nothing he could do about it, “Meekins, get me a copy of the autopsy report!”

“YES, DETECTIVE GUMSHOE SIR!”

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xgoldentigerlilyx · 5 years ago

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Here I am, another fan drabble for @themetaphorgirl and her AU Patron Saints of Lost Causes! This is where you can find all of the Information about this wonderful story!

I thought I could stop myself after Hypochondriac and Saved for a Rainy Day, but i had another cute idea and wanted to bring it to life. Thanks to Caitlin for letting me write this, and it may not be as perfect as her fantastic writing but I love it! Enjoy!

(I may have also gotten a bit carried away)

Penelope’s Plan

Word count: 2.3k

Rainy day crafts

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“My, Chocolate Thunder! I’ve never been in your room before! Let me guess, you’ve got a few football posters, and at least one sock on your bed right now?” Penelopeasked Derek, her left arm linked through his and her right arm tapping her chin inquisitively with a playful smile.

“Spencer Reid! You’re room!” Penelope exclaimed, dropping Derek’s arm and walking slowly to Spencer’s bookshelf, and looked around the barren walls and shelves of his side of the room. Derek went to stop her from speaking, knowing from the look on Spencer's face that he didn’t want anymore pity, especially one of the girls. Before Derek could stop her from the usual probing questions he got like ‘Where’s all of your things,’ or ‘You can’t even afford a proper blanket?’, she shushed Derek. “We need to decorate in here, stat! Tell me my dear boy genius, your favourite shows, books, colours, pets, everything!”

Once Penelope was satisfied with Spencer's answers, she flipped her new unicorn notebook shut and stuffed it into her small unicorn purse hanging by her side. “Alright kiddo, go back to reading your book. What do you even have enough time to read, anyways?” She asked curiously, the worn cover not providing her much insight.

Spencer picked to book back up, trying to find his previous page. “It’s War and Peace, I finally found it in its original Russian!” He smiled, proud of being able to find it in the library without Alex’s help.When Penelope nodded with a look of shock on her face, he presumed she had no interest if he started to explain it to her. So he turned his full attention back to the books, with the wonder of what she would be doing with this new found knowledge of him.

When Derek was done with his laundry, Penelope waved quickly to a zoned in Spencer and hastily pulled Derek out of the shared room, slamming the door behind her and continued to drag him to the library. Once sat down at a secluded corner, Penelope finally decided to answer Derek’s questions. “We need to make Spencer some crafts to decorate his side of the room. Now, throw me some ideas.” Penelope smiled, with her notebook out once more and her pen at the ready to start a brand new list. Derek raised a brow silently. Penelope groaned. “Come on. His room needs to be more Spencer! It looks like a hotel room on his side. It needs to be more like him if he’s going to be there all year!” She rambled her hands waving through the air as she talked.

“Alright, alright. Well, he likes books so maybe something to do with like, book pages? I don’t know. You should ask everyone else. And don’t give me that glare, baby girl! I’m just saying someone else may be a bit more insightful on how to help. My bet is on Alex.” Penelope’s glare dissolved, as she got the idea to go ask everyone in their little friend group. She stood from her chair, returned her notebook to her bag, and set off on her mission.

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She wandered for a bit, looking at all of their normal spots to find their friends. It was, afterall, a Sunday. Her first location, the amphitheater, was where she found Hotch and Emily with large textbooks open on their laps and stationary surrounding them. “Hello, my fine furry friends! I come seeking knowledge from all of my peers and hope you both can contribute!” The pair of juniors shared a nervous glance, before setting their textbooks aside for a moment.

“What’s up Pen?” Emily asked, and Penelope immediately smiled and retrieved her trusty notepad and sparkly pink pen.

She flipped the cover open while she spoke. “I need help finding ways to decorate Spencer's room. Poor thing doesn’t have a poster, decal, or even a picture that represents himself. So, and ideas?” She questioned, hopefully glancing between the two. They thought for a moment before sharing their answers.

“Well, you could make him one of those calendars with a new word a day or something.” Emily shrugged, thinking of the things Spencer likes.

“You can just ask him what he wants.” Aaron nodded, eyes drifting back to his books. Emily gave him a slight shove. “You know the kid, he doesn’t ask for anything. He would just deny that he needed anything.” She retorted, thinking back to the many times he had done that very thing.

Penelope nodded, and scribbled the viable suggestion next to Emily’s name, and added an ‘N/A’ to where Hotch’s name was listed. “Alright, off to the next friends! Thank you my favourite band of heroes!” Penelope thanked, and turned out of the amphitheater and back to the main campus.

“We need to get her drug tested.” Hotch announced to Emily.

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Out in the soccer field is where she went next, and Penelope found JJ running drills alone while Blake and Rossi sat on the bleachers, talking and occasionally glancing over to a determined looking JJ. When they saw Penelope approaching, they sat up straight. When she reached them, she sat in front of them on a cold seat. “JJ! Sorry to interrupt Jayje, but this is important!” Penelope yelled to her blonde friend who grabbed a battered pink water bottle from beside her duffle bag and made her way over to the bleachers huffing and puffing. Penelope looked over to James and David with a worried expression. “Two hours,” James clarified to an exasperated Penelope, “And she only took a break when we asked her to, which was around an hour ago.” He explained, and hushed as JJ reached them.

She crashed into the empty seat beside Penelope and took another long drink. “What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” She questioned, her breathing returning back to normal and an expression of concern overtook the exhaustion. Penelope laughed.

“Of course, Jayje. Well, mostly.” Penelope turned her attention to all of them as one and continued. “I only just saw the dorm room of Dere-Bear and our little genius, and the lack of any flair from Spencer’s side of the room made me a new type of sorrow. So! I’m going from friend to friend looking for ideas to make for his room to add a little flair of him to his room!” She explained, a big grin on her face.

“You could make him one of those folded book sculptures?” JJ threw out, wiping some sweat off of her forehead.

“Hand drawing him a poster of a band he likes would be something he’d like, right?” James asked, looking to David who was nodding.

David thought for a moment while Penelope hastily wrote down the ideas, her pink pen scratching and scrawling on the page. “I’m sure the kid will like anything you do for him. Not like he has anyone in his life to make gifts like you do, Garcia.” David shrugged.

Penelope finished her quick note taking and once more closed and put away her notebook. She smiled and said, “Thanks for the help guys! I’ll keep you in the loop!”. She skipped her way off the soccer field, and JJ returned to the soccer field to continue her practice.

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Alex sat in the library, reading a book and sneakily snacking on some of the pop-tarts she kept hidden in her desk. She heard the faint and growing sound of footsteps, so she closed the drawer with the secret snacks and went back to reading her book as normal. The doors opened, and Penelope’s eyes swept the library before her eyes found Alex at the main desk. Once she had her eyes set on her target, she walked with determination to a now amused looking Alex. She rested her elbow on a pile of old books waiting to be organized and announced, “Alex! Just the gal I was looking for!”.

Alex set her book down, noting the page as she did so. “What do you need, Garcia?” She asked, sitting back in the comfortable office chair.

“Well, our dear Baby Genius has no evidence of him even living in his room, and we need to spice it up a bit!” Penelope spoke enthusiastically and quickly of her grand idea once more to the person she thought to be the most helpful.

Alex stopped to think for a moment, processing Penelope’s words. “So you want my help?” She asked curiously, her mind already thinking of some small ideas.

Penelope nodded with a grin, and grabbed her trusted notebook and sparkly pen, and answered Alex’s question. “Well, of course! I do have some other ideas as well from the rest of our squad, but I bet you’ll have one really great idea! So, bounce some ideas!” she rambled on.

Alex had many ideas, but then the right one hit her. She smiled at Penelope and sat up. “I think I’ve got the perfect idea.”

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That saturday was perfect for Penelope's plan, as it was a rainy and quiet day. She had been plotting since Tuesday on her master plan. She made them all a group chat. And asked who wanted to help her with some arts and crafts. She got a yes from all but David and Hotch (it isn’t that they didn’t want to help, it’s just that they insisted they were terrible at crafts) so she had a separate mission for them; to distract Spencer.

On that rainy Saturday morning, the plan was going perfectly. David and Hotch made up a story about how they needed to run into town to the bookstore for some book Hotch needed, and asked if anyone would like to join them. Spencer, being his book loving self, instantly agreed while everyone politely turned them down all with their own excuses.

“Oh, I’ll leave the books to Pretty Boy.’

“I have to finish that math assignment with JJ.”

“I would love to, but I picked up an extra library shift.”

So they set off into the town, and made sure to let Spencer ramble his heart out. And they took him out for ice cream just so the crafters had enough time to get everything done.

Meanwhile, everyone got started on their projects. Penelope had an extensive, almost obsessive collection of craft supplies, and some old books free to mutilate if anyone needed them. They all got their hands working, and by the end of their rainy day craft session, everyone was covered in purple glitter from when Derek dropped the glitter shaker in front of the hair dryer being used to dry some paint. But alas, they all had completed their gifts and now just had to place them for when the boys got back from their distraction trip.

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Spencer opened the door to his dorm room, clutching an armful of books and an empty bowl with some melted ice cream remainaints. “Derek! You wouldn’t BELIEVE how many books are in the store just beside the craft shop! David let me get so-” He cut himself off as he went to dump his books on his bed.

The first thing he noticed was the cluster of people in his small room. Penelope with Derek on his respective bed, JJ and Emily on Spencer's bed, and Alex standing beside his priorly barren wall. “Woah…” He mumbled to himself, looking to his new decorations. A miniature replica of the TARDIS made of popsicle sticks and adorned with blue glitter sat on his bedside table. A small piece of paper with a purple glittery book leaned against the TARDIS. A homemade Lerner&Lowe poster was taped to his headboard, and on his bookshelf was a book flipped with the spine facing in. But instead of regular pages, they were folded (slightly crooked) to look like the Death Star. And the thing that took up the most space was a tree made from construction paper taped on the wall. But on each branch there was a name of someone in their friend group, a short message, and a picture of them. The top of the tree had the words ‘Our Family’.

Spencer’s eyes were watering as he finished taking all of it in. Dave and Aaron stood behind him, resting on the sides of the doorframe and watching like everyone else was. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes quickly. He was overwhelmed, but in the best way. After taking a moment to collect himself from the shock and awe, everyone stayed in their room for the rest of the day until supper, just hanging out before they had to regroup in the cafeteria for supper.

Penelope was glad her plan had the desired effect, and everyone was content with seeing Spencer happy.

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#patron saints of lost causes #criminal minds #themetaphorgirl #psolc #criminal minds au #sorry for the formatting #wrote this on my laptop #hope you enjoyed #tried so hard to keep them all in character #:)

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gardenia iv

gender reveal/baby shower

I know this has been a long wait, so here it is! I’m excited for you to read this chapter. I hope you will let me know what you think of this chapter and what you hope to see - since this is more of a drabble series, I’m always open for ideas and interacting with readers of the different possibilities to share with Clyde and playing Belle! Please enjoy!!

warning: none!

“Marlene,” Clyde mumbled softly, only to hear his wife’s soft sigh. “That’s alright, I wasn’t feelin’ that name either. Reminds me of that Marley an’ Me movie, n’ I won’t cry with my possible daughter’s name. Was also a name of an old lady who chase me n’ Mellie off her yard as kids.”

“Then, Marley is also out of the question,” a tired, yet amused voice responded, making him chuckle a bit. His right hand busy with their gentle caress against the rounding belly, having pushed the shirt up to below her breasts to feel the soft skin with his bare hand. “What about Eric…”

“Mmm, had a bully in third grade named Eric,” Clyde huffed, and Belle nuzzled closer to him in their bed. “Erica could be alright…”

“Not Eric, then. Erica, maybe,” Belle mumbled with a small smile before yawning. She was tired, Clyde could tell easily with how her pretty eyes were closed and how she clung herself as close as possible to him, but there was a factor in the way of her sleeping soundly. Her belly has been making it difficult for her to find a comfortable position to sleep, even though she isn’t showing to the point she can’t turn properly while laying down. Clyde is always more than awake to tend to her and try and help her get the proper amount of sleep needed for a pregnant woman - especially with the baby shower coming up in the afternoon of that day.

Clyde had found talking to his wife and gently massaging her back and belly helped a lot, as well as just talking to her with his voice low and soft. Something about his accent and the way he hums makes her feel fuzzy on the inside and more relaxed, as she claimed, and Clyde was more than willing to try and practice his conversation skills with his sleepy wife. With her head carefully tucked to his shoulder on the pillow, Belle shivered at the uncomfortable feeling of her large belly and her sore back and pressed her forehead closer to him. Her husband was gentle to comb her hair back and kiss the top of her head, his brows knitting together with genuine concern.

“You alright, baby?” he asked softly, his hand drifting up and down her back before brushing his fingers against her pregnant stomach.

Belle nodded and Clyde cooed gently and peppered little kisses along her hairline and forehead with a feather-like touch. “Poor sweetheart, ya think the baby is jus’ excited for the party?” he teased affectionately, drumming his fingers lightly over the bump and made her smile sleepily.

“I keep thinking it is actually kicking, but it’s gas or just my belly making weird noises,” Belle confessed, somewhat embarrassed and amused by herself just by thinking about it. “I can’t tell you how many times I tense up thinking it’s going to be the little bean kicking, and nothing happens - I think that’s the source of my sore muscles, being all tense and expectant. I’m just being whiney about it…”

“What’s a baby kick suppose to feel like?” Clyde asked, curious of this little secret, but also wondering about the little angel resting against his own stomach inside his wife’s womb. Either of them have yet to feel the baby kick; Clyde has been reading up and researching, constantly asking Belle if there has been any update, yet Belle can only smile sadly and shake her head. They were remaining patient, however, letting the unborn baby take its time. “It ain’t suppose to hurt, right? I don’t want you to be in pain or uncomfortable…”

“I don’t think a little baby can kick hard enough to hurt me. I’m pretty sturdy as they come, believe it or not,” Belle snickered before lifting her chin, asking him for a kiss which he gave her and nudge their noses together. “I’ve asked Bobbie Jo and Mrs. Potter. Bobbie Jo said that it’s like when your muscle spasms for no reason. But, Mrs. Potter said it can feel like someone flicking the inside of your tummy, so I’m not sure.”

“Can’t be that surprising once you tell the difference, right?” Humming, Clyde lifted the blanket up their bodies to keep her warm and cozy, seeing how more sluggish and sleepy his wife was becoming. Looking to the clock hiding behind her, above the shelves of the headboard, Clyde could see it was after the time Belle would usually strain on staying up with him. He knew she was very tired, and only wished he could do something more to help her sleep easier.

“Pretty sure I can… Still, I don’t think they’re ready to be kicking,” she answered softly. “I don’t know. Doctor said it’s very normal…”

“Doctor said you were doing perfect. Very wonderful momma to-be,” he whispered against her hair, his hand continuing their gentle caresses and massages to the small of her back and stomach. “Both you n’ the lil bean havin’ strong heartbeats, both healthy, jus’ what she told us.”

“Mmhmm...” Belle sighed sleepily, her cheek resting against the pillow and on him, her hands curled between them as she started to finally fall asleep.

“I see ya gettin’ sleepy now, aren’t ya?” Clyde smirked gently, seeing her take deep breaths and unable to keep her eyes open. “Can see ya startin’ to fall asleep, honey. Jus’ relax an’ I’ll take care of you and the lil baby, okay? I’ll keep ‘em settled down so you can sleep…”

Seeing her grin so sleepily, Clyde knew she was about ready to fall into a deep slumber, allowing her to nuzzle into his neck and carefully cling to his sleeping shirt. Clyde felt his heart throb in his chest at feeling her warm cheek against him, the warmth of her belly underneath the blanket and against his palm making feel tingly by the physical contact. He felt his wife’s small hand curl around his neck and tangle in his hair - her fingertips sloppily attempting her massage before going limp. “Love you so much, and so does the little baby…”

Clyde couldn’t stop his grin as he kissed his wife’s head and listened to her breathing change to a deep sleep. Waiting a while to make sure his wife was out after a few minutes, he gave her forehead a gentle kiss before closing his eyes and rest his head on the pillow with her.

XXX.

“I decided.”

Belle turned around to look at her husband while he busied himself with the hook of the hangar in his mouth to take off his button-up shirt of choice. Seeing she was dressed in a lavender sundress and a violet cardigan pressed to the bedside, Clyde opted to wear his light grey button-up with his white undershirt and brand new jeans to look more clean and somewhat matching with her. It was a fun celebration, after all, and Clyde wanted to look almost as good as he did on his wedding day (minus his many panic attacks and his wild imagination of the many what-ifs). Anything for his lady and baby on the way.

Smiling at him while he shrugged his shirt on, approaching to help with the buttons before he could tuck in the shirt, Belle got on her toes to kiss his chest, next to the wedding band resting against his sternum in a necklace. “What did you decide about, big bear?” she asked, feeling him give her a kiss on the top of her head.

“On namin’ the baby.” Catching her attention, Clyde gave her a small smile and brushing his thumb along her cheek. “If it ends up bein’ a lil boy, I can name him one of the few names we liked n’ listed together. If it ends up bein’ a lil girl, you can name her one of the names we picked out for a girl. Feel like it’s only fair since I can’t think of any good girl names and you like some of the boy names I thought of… And I really like the girl names you told me the other day.”

“The ones we put on the fridge?” Belle blinked. The two had a little notepad with little scribbles of possible names and highlighted different colors, depending on the gender or neutral, whenever they had free time on Sundays and Monday nights together.

“Yeah, but we’ll still need to agree to it, don’t we, Darlin’? ‘Course, we gotta agree, when the time comes.” Clyde snickered when she raised a brow at him. Once she finished buttoning his shirt, he tilt her chin up and gave her a sweet kiss that made her grin against his lips.

“Yeah, I would hope so,” Belle snickered while he pulled away and busied himself to tuck his shirt into his jean while getting his belt for him off the bed. “I don’t think it would end well with either of us picking a name, and then changing our minds on how we feel about it for the other.”

Taking his belt when his wife offered it to him, Clyde mumbled a thanks before putting the leather strap through the loops with his only hand. “Just as long as we don’t name the boy Junior.”

“Or after an obvious flower,” Belle agreed with a smile, her hands resting on her belly and rubbing carefully over her dress. “As much as I love my job and having my name after one of the most romantic flowers known to man, I think our little angel is too special for that.”

“Could jus’ name ‘em Angel, too,” Clyde suggested.

Belle’s nose wrinkled a bit as she tried to hold back her laugh. “Would it be weird if I thought Angel would be a cute name for either a girl, or boy? It’s unique, but still special - because it will be our little angel. I’m sure there’s variations for it.”

“Well, ain’t Fish’s name actually Fish? Is Fish a cute name?”

“I’m not even related to - you know that their mom isn’t all that…”

Belle sighed and let him pull her into a hug, his facial hair tickling her neck with his little butterfly kisses to her skin. His arms wrapped around her and his hand sliding down to teasingly squeeze her bottom, making her jump. “We’ll figure somethin’ out,” he assured her affectionately, feeling her pulse quicken when he scraped his teeth under her jaw. “Party first, right? You’re gonna be the center of attention with how lovely ya look, Darlin’.”

“Me and my big belly bumping into everything while I stuff my face with food,” Belle taunted. She squealed when her husband blew a raspberry against her neck, tickling her enough to get her laughing.

“Ain’t no matter, yer still the center of my attention,” he shrugged joyfully before kneeling down to give her stomach gentle kisses. “And so will this lil peanut. Hope ya get yer mommy’s tickle spots, ‘cause I’m gonna be ticklin’ and kissin’ ya until you tire yourself out from laughin’. Yer mommy’s the same way, knocks right out when you get her laughin’ for a good five minutes.”

“Shh, don’t listen to Daddy,” Belle grinned while combing back his hair, feeling him nuzzle against her with so much affection. “Your daddy is just trying to tease me to get me flustered enough for him to distract me from going to the baby shower.”

“Is it working?” Clyde asked sweetly, looking up to give her his loving eyes that he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Only a little bit… Just a pinch.”

“Mmhmm? Uh-huh?” Clyde held back his laughter while his wife playfully shoved his face away from her belly. “C’mon, sweetheart, you can’t resist me that easy.”

“Oh, like you can take one look at me when I doll myself up for you and turn the other cheek?” Belle snickered while he stood up on his feet. “Even when I wake up with knotted hair, drool on my chin and unable to form proper sentences, you still say I’m the prettiest lady you have ever seen.”

“That’s just ‘cause you are, Darlin’,” Clyde grinned, taking her cheek in his hand while his metal prosthetic wrapped across her back. He peppered gentle, loving kissing along her cheek before stealing a quick smooch from her smiling lips. “You could be covered in dirt n’ oil and still be the most beautiful girl in my eyes.”

“Even while I’m stuffing my face with sandwiches while pregnant, or get covered in baby spit? Not sleeping for days because I’ll be a reckless and anxious mom?”

“You deal with me shovelin’ plates in my mouth, and you know darn well we’re both gonna be covered in baby spit!” he claimed rather proudly before nuzzling under her jaw, kissing and nipping her skin softly and holding her close carefully while she laughed. “C’mon, Darlin’, pick out some comfortable shoes to wear and I’ll be right out. We got a party to get ya to.”

It was an interesting situation having Mellie and Bobbie Jo argue about the location of the baby shower - since Belle wasn’t even planning on having one in the first place, that just didn’t sit well with either woman while Silvia was more of the middle ground in the fight. Mellie wanted to have it at the park area, where it was outdoors with fresh air and nature surrounding the picnic patios and have a BBQ while Bobbie Jo wanted it at the new fancy restaurant that just opened up in town (where she knew the owner of the business and could get a deal on a party room) and could get a lovely buffet with clean tablecloth and silverware. As much as the mother-to-be wanted to try and find a solution for both ladies to agree with, suggesting the restaurant they had the wedding reception at, it was automatically turned down and thus Belle kindly asked Jimmy’s girlfriend to put her foot down.

Silvia, as sweet as she is in being a big sister to both Mellie and Belle, and on absolute friendly terms with Bobbie Jo, can also be hard and straightforward in fixing silly situations such as arguing about where to have a baby shower. Thankfully, Silvia suggested either Bobbie Jo or Mellie host it at either house - where there were wooded backyards and easy access to the indoors with an AC available. Before either ladies could bicker which house, Silvia flipped a coin with an actual written agreement on notebook paper that, whoever got the house, the other would be in control of decorations.

Bobbie Jo’s house was claimed on tails, therefor Mellie had full control of the decorations and Bobbie Jo couldn’t interfere.

Considering that it was a gender reveal, Mellie picked the color white for the main color-theme and stuck to minimal decorations. There were a few balloons tied to the stairs that everyone knew that the Logan brothers were going to get ahold of later and party streamers decorating the railings in a cute twisting style. With Bobbie Jo’s backyard covered with greenery and trees, the white popped perfectly and Mellie was more than proud of herself with everyone’s compliments as soon as they entered the backyard; more so the only Logan sister didn’t hesitate to rub it in Bobbie Jo’s face once Belle said how much she loved the design of the patio table with a simple table cloth with a bouquet of white roses on top along with the snack plates that Jimmy was helping himself to. Mellie didn’t hesitate to send Jimmy a displeased scowl at him while hugging Belle in greeting.

“Swear, that man thinks every event is for him to stuff his damn face,” she mumbled before kissing Belle’s grinning cheek while laughing. “Bobbie Jo and Sil made those lil sandwiches for you, ya know. We know you’ve been craving ham and cheese, and look what that sasquatch is doin’! Jimmy, you asshat!”

Like a dog getting caught doing something it knew was naughty, Jimmy popped his head up before jumping over the ledge on the other side. Sadie, watching the whole thing happen, laughed at her father’s silly antics while her mother sighed at finally seeing what her ex was doing whilst conversing with Silvia and Mrs. Potter. What bad leg again? Mellie kindly excused herself from the guests of honor before chasing Jimmy after tossing off her nice sandals.

Clyde shook his head over his siblings’ behavior, taking his wife’s hand and guiding her further. Along with Bobbie Jo, Moody, Sadie and Mellie, Joe Bang and his brothers were also currently present with Mr. and Mrs. Potter sitting close together in lawn chairs with drinks in their hand. Sadie, all dressed up in a white tutu and white ribbons, offered a plate filled with different assorted snacks to the guests very politely before coming over to see her aunt and uncle.

“Aunt Belle!” Sadie squealed as she hurried over to the new arrivals. “Uncle Clyde, can you please hold the plate for me? I wanna hug Aunt Belle!”

Clyde chuckled as he took the plate for his little niece and grinned even bigger seeing Sadie press her cheek against Belle’s stomach and hugging her. Giving her tummy a gentle kiss, Sadie pulled back and waited patiently for Belle to bend down to kiss her cheek, which Belle returned by taking her face with both hands and giving her big kisses to each cheek and then her forehead.

“You look so pretty, Sadie! Look at you!” Belle gushed and fondled the girl’s cheek, making her blush and laugh. “You look even more like a little angel!”

“Thank you, Aunt Belle! You look very, very pretty, too!” Sadie sang brightly, waiting patiently for her aunt to release her before going to hug Clyde as tight as she could. “Hi, Uncle Clyde! You look handsome!”

Clyde chuckled softly when his little niece hugged him, kiss his cheek quickly and took off, chasing down her dad and reprimand him for taking the sandwiches her mom and father’s girlfriend took the time to make special for her aunt. “She seems happy to have a party at her house, huh?”

“Well, she must get it from the other ladies in the family. Both Mel and Bobbie Jo throw very fun parties,” Belle said rather fondly. When Clyde offered her something off of the plate Sadie deserted them with, the pregnant woman picked out a little finger sandwich and a cookie before being called over by Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Belle seemed to glow brightly greeting her bosses, patiently waiting for Mrs. Potter to get up from her spot to properly give her a hug while Mr. Potter took Clyde’s plate and shook the father-to-be’s hand.

“How ya doin’, sweetheart? You been eatin’ good for the baby?” Mrs. Potter instantly took charge of looking over Belle with critical eyes, obviously looking for anything that might raise any sort of red flags. It was natural, according to the elderly married couple, considering both Mr. and Mrs. Potter had seven healthy sons throughout their lives together.

“I’m doing really good, thank you,” Belle responded with a happy grin, allowing the stout, elderly woman to nod in confirmation and then hug her. “Clyde is always making sure I’m eating well enough, getting enough sleep and drinking water, all the sorts you’ve written down for us.”

“Good. Don’t need to kick yer man’s ass for not takin’ care of ya properly, knowin’ how stubborn you are.”

“She ain’t a picky eater, ma’am,” Clyde corrected as he came over. Seeing his wife pout a little bit at the accusations, he kissed the top of her head, while his flesh hand reached to gently caress her rounding stomach. “Takin’ vitamins, eating healthy and doin’ wonderful,” he praised her directly, making her instantly grin; kissing her cheek repeatedly while Mrs. Potter rolled her eyes affectionately.

“Yer gonna spoil her too much,” Mr. Potter interjected and his wife smacked his pudgy belly with her hand, making him snicker.

“Oh shush, ya ol’ man. You were three times as bad whenever I had our boys!”

“Sorry, Ma,” Mr. Potter chuckled and Clyde suddenly found himself a bit flustered by the elderly couple’s interaction.

Even though he and Belle had been affectionately calling each other “Momma” and “Daddy” in the privacy of their home to their growing baby, but still, the idea of doing it out in public made him instantly embarrassed. Clyde most definitely wanted to do it in public, show everyone that he was going to be a dad to a little baby growing inside his wife, who will be the perfect mother…

Mrs. Potter eventually let up from her husband and hugged Belle, gently patting the woman’s hand resting on her belly. “It’s good that ya got a good man, like Clyde, to take care of ya both. Knowing you two, yer goin’ to be jus’ wonderful parents. I know yer old grandpops would be so happy for ya.”

Clyde watched fondly as Belle began to glow from that particular comment. Mr. and Mrs. Potter both knew Belle’s grandfather for most of the man’s life, so hearing that obviously meant a lot to his wife, seeing those happy tears. The old woman grinned and pinched the pregnant woman’s cheeks fondly. “And don’t forget, once this lil babe is out in the world, m’gonna pull my famous cheek pinchin’, jus’ like I did with ya and did with yer ol’ man, when he was a young rascal.”

Belle snickered when Mrs. Potter fondled her cheeks in the palms of her wrinkled hands, laughing with her. “I’m just glad that you never pinched so hard,” Belle told her. “But, please make sure to wait until they’re old enough.”

“O’course, honey! I didn’t get to pinch yours ‘til you were ‘bout five - yer gramps never let anyone else hold ya, but him, his wife and Joe Bang. He was such a particular man when it came to his lil Rosabelle,” Mrs. Potter promised affectionately. Then, looking to Clyde, Mrs. Potter took Clyde’s hand and pat his knuckles with a loving, motherly grin. “You’ll be a great daddy, Clyde. I know for certain that ol’ goofball in Heaven would’ve adored ya as a grandson-in-law, and a perfect match for his lil grandbaby. He would be so excited for you two becomin’ parents. His wife would’a thought the same.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Clyde mumbled, unable to stop his cheeks heating up from the kind words from the old lady who helped his wife so much.

“Well, I know for a fact that Pops would be crying his eyes out and drinking with the daddy-to-be, until he knocked himself out in a tree,” a familiar voice caught both Clyde and Belle’s attention. Turning around, they saw Dayton White dressed appropriately in a nice, pressed shirt and dress pants.

“Dayton!” Belle yelled with a bright smile, attempting to jump at her childhood friend until he grasped her shoulders to keep her still as possible, then pull her into a careful hug. Belle hugged him back as tight as possible while Clyde came over, waiting his turn to shake hands with the NASCAR racer and a friendly half-hug. “What the hell are you doing here? You’re suppose to be in California, last time we talked to you!”

“How could I miss the babyshower of my best friend? If I missed out on that, that would just put weight on my shoulders for the rest of my life, for every Christmas and birthday,” he shrugged, like it was the most casual thing ever, making Belle smack his arm at his suggestion. Dayton snickered at her before patting Clyde’s shoulder. “Mellie let me in on the shower details so, as long as you don’t tell my sponsors that I’m going to be here for the rest of the week, then there is no problem.”

“Mellie did? How she’d manage that?” Clyde asked with a raised brow, stealing a glance to his sister on the back porch, sipping a drink and keeping her attention on Sadie showing her dad a new dance move. “Mellie ain’t much of a Facebook person…”

“And for the rest of the week? That’s not like you to miss that much of work,” Belle added, although with a hint of knowledge of what could be happening for her friend.

“We exchanged numbers last time I was in town, but that’s beside the point - Belle, you haven’t been submitting to your cravings, right? You know that you can still eat as normal as you have been, but adding vitamins help -!”

Belle didn’t hesitate to reach and gently raise Dayton’s jaw to shut him up. “If you’re implying that it looks like I’ve gained unnecessary weight, you’re already cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Dayton. Just ask Jimmy and Uncle Joe about how I don’t hesitate to still kick some ass.”

Clyde rubbed his hand across his wife’s back, trying to keep her grounded. “I stand witness to that. I wouldn’t try testin’ her, buddy, you know how she is.”

“Never would have suggested anything like that!” Dayton claimed, then breaking the three into amused grins. “But, really, you do look really good, Belle. It’s just so weird seeing you whenever, and how big your belly is with the baby! Are you excited to see if it is a boy or a girl?”

“That, and have some of Mellie’s cake.” One of the foods Belle had been craving was the sweets her sister in-law would make, and Mellie had been more than happy to spoil her best friend with sweets and going out for ice cream, whenever Clyde couldn’t. But, Dayton didn’t need to know about that and keep himself awake at night about it…

Until the rest of the guests arrived - Joe Bang, Sam and Fish, a couple of Mellie’s coworkers who knew Clyde and Belle, and some of Bobbie Jo’s pageant friends who knew Belle through helping Sadie - Clyde was fairly overwhelmed by the amount of attention he was getting alongside with his wife. Normally, he would have sufficed sitting by Belle, his only hand holding her shoulder or rub her back upon reaction, sitting quietly and admire his wife’s radiant smile and happy laughs. Being asked how he was feeling or being complimented on keeping up with the pregnancy plan and all of the appointments with no problem, Clyde felt his cheeks burn most of the time. Jimmy would smack him teasingly on the shoulder, telling him to enjoy the attention before the baby arrived - because then, it would be how the baby has which of his features or how stinkin’ cute the little bundle of joy is. Clyde would only flush deeper and simply nod, refusing eye contact.

“And expect to not get as much ‘lone time with Belle,” Jimmy added in way too casually, grinning like the teasing big brother that he is. He snickered when Clyde jumped and Belle glared at him. “Jus’ gotta let ya know! Ya won’t be havin’ and special time while changin’ diapers and tryin’ to sleep.”

Clyde was thankful that both Sylvia and Bobbie Jo smacked Jimmy to be quiet before Joe Bang and Belle did. Mellie even threatened him to refuse his piece of cake, and that was when Jimmy kept his mouth shut.

When the time did come for cake, they had the parents-to-be stand at the end of the patio table while everyone surrounded them as Mellie came out of the house with the dessert. The cake was frosted white with homemade buttercream frosting and had pink and blue confetti sprinkles; everyone clapped for Mellie’s craft as she set the cake in front of Belle and Clyde, producing two knives and a cake server. Since it was Mellie’s planning, she was strict in instructing them how to reveal the inside contents of the cake. Jimmy had Sadie on his lap and helped her start recording with his phone. Dayton, the Bang brothers stood behind Joe Bang with Dayton, while the older man sat on a chair with a beer in hand. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were seated at the other end of the table, with proper view of the couple and cake and taking pictures.

“Now ya can’t be takin’ the knives out, or you’ll see the frostin’,” Mellie explained, handing each of them a knife. “Like the weddin’, ya each cut a side and will lift the servin’ up. Make some cute pictures!” She waved her hands to them to get started.

“Okay,” Belle nodded and smiled to Clyde. “How big do you want the piece to be?”

Clyde hummed and moved his knife to decide on a piece, Belle held hers still for him until he decided, grinning in patience all while Jimmy and Sadie were whining for Clyde to hurry.

“Sadie, what are you hoping the baby will be?” Belle asked the young girl, who was being bounced on her dad’s knee in anticipation.

The little blonde girl snickered. “I don’t mind either! Boy or girl is good to me,” she claimed. “It’s gonna be my honeybun!”

“If it’s a boy, how’ya gonna dress him up in dresses?” Jimmy asked dramatically, making Joe Bang roll his eyes.

“Ya can dress up, play the prince or the shiny guy,” Joe Bang explained. “Boys look good in pink, too - or be a cool dragon, like I was!”

“Don’t go tellin’ lil Sadie the story of how ya played princess and dragon when Rosabelle was too lil to understand that playin’ with hairspray and lighters were dangerous!” Mrs. Potter snapped, and Joe Bang simply shrugged with a naughty grin into his beer bottle. Thankfully, Sadie didn’t pay much attention to what was going on, more focused on what her aunt and uncle working with the cake.

“Ignore ‘em, cut the cake!” Bobbie Jo insisted, also having her phone out and recording. Belle did her best to hide back her laughter from the whole situation. Now that Clyde inserted his knife down to the cake plate, it was only causing more anticipation and excitement on the patio porch.

Grabbing the serving knife next, Belle held it between herself and Clyde, waiting as he used his right hand to wrap around hers. He snuck in for a quick kiss before helping her dig it under the cake. The ladies, including Sadie, aww-ed and both Sam and Fish performed a drumroll bit on their cleaned jeans when Clyde broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, giving her the most excited eyes sparkling to her.

“Ya ready, Darlin’?” he asked quietly, his smile showing his teeth and the cute wrinkle in his nose whenever he was excited. She felt his hold around her hand tighten a bit, his thumb brushing her skin gently. Sam and Fish’s drumming got more intense when Belle smiled back and nodded.

“Let’s see what our baby is going to be,” she encouraged, and they raised the cut piece of cake, slowly revealing the chocolate cake hidden underneath -

And the bright pink filling inside.

xxx.

Fun Fact: Gender reveal parties became a thing in the late 00s, from inspiration of a couple who struggled to have a child for years and were very excited to know what their baby would be! There is a lot of critical responses to it nowadays, however, I think it’s a wonderful story for a couple’s wish coming true. The couple’s daughter, today, likes to wear suits and break gender-norms!!

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kpopchangedme · 6 years ago

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In-Depth | Jackson Wang [M]

Ambushing Jackson in the locker room for an interview was a bad idea. Now you might find out why his talents outside the basketball court are also praised by the masses...

Protagonists: Jackson Wang & You

Word Count: 3,4k

Genre: NSFW - F*ck Boy - University - Strangers - SMUT - [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” + “Don’t touch what’s not yours”

**explicit content* *dirty talk* *female oral* *unprotected intercourse (DON’T)* *worship* *breath play* *what has my life become**

Requested by: @wangslut7 J’espère que tu vas aimer, je me suis un peu emportée... ;)))) and it turned really steamy...

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The man frowns walking in but barely slows down. You keep a wiped clean expression when his eyes detail you, sitting on the counter, wearing a long skirt and summer blouse. Your heart still skips a beat though, betraying your professional intentions. Glistening with sweat, Jackson Wang throws his gym bag on a wooden bench, still staring at you like you’re an apparition. It’s because you don’t fit in, shouldn’t be in a men’s locker room at 6 AM, but you intended that as a mind trick. Showing up at an unexpected place to get a scoop or an interesting interview… And Lord knows Jackson owes you one. He’s been blowing off your university newspaper for months; not showing up at scheduled interviews and avoiding the usual questions after a big game.

“Were you this desperate to see me naked?” He quirks a brow, flexing his bicep as he throws open his locker. There’s no question, he remembers what you’re here for, but it’s typical behaviour coming from him. You try to avoid noticing how his damp tank top clings to his back muscles but fail. In the end, your eyes drop to the safety of the notepad resting on your thighs.

“Is it true that your mother used to wake you up at 5 in the morning every day for stretching exercises?”

“Is that how you found me?” The hot player scoffs slightly deterred. “You know I don’t talk about my mother.”

“It’s alright,” you scribble something, unaffected by his coldness since you expected this reaction, “I already talked to her last Friday. Amazing lady, very nice and proud of you.”

His jaw clenches, “The game where I scored over 60 points? Write about that.”

“Everyone knows about that…” You reply confidently, holding his gaze. “I want to write something substantial, an in-depth interview about the real Jackson Wang.”

“Really?” A dangerous smile suddenly stretches Jackson’s face. “If I knew you wanted to have me deep, I would’ve made us happened sooner.” This doesn’t even make you flinch. Wang has a reputation, apparently, plenty of girls want an extensive experience with a self-obsessed Point Guard. He’s hot, you aren’t blind. Now that you’re standing alone in the same room as him, you can totally relate. You blink, trying to mask the effect the man has on you. “What’s your name, doll?”

Fricking. Doll.

“You’ve been told many times, but I guess you’re forgetful when women talk.”

“You’re smart,” Jackson chuckles, taking his sticky tank top off. You concentrate on his face, not letting your eyes wander lower on his ripped body. He’d like that way too much… And maybe you would too. “Join me in the shower, promise I’ll never forget you again.”

“Y/n, for the Uni’ paper. Remember it.” You nervously replace a strand of hair that went astray behind your ear. Suddenly the room feels very warm. “Do you have any favourite Chinese restaurants in town where a fan might run into you?”

“Are you always so frigid, doll? I could help with that.” Unphased, Jackson slips his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts, sliding them down his thighs and calves in one swift go. Jesus, his briefs are gone too. Your whole face burns at his exposure, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. He grins, observing your shyness and walks up to you. Instinctively, you press your back against the wall and your thighs together.

He attempts to steal your notebook, but you hiss like an animal, clutching to it and staring at the ceiling; “Don’t touch what’s not yours.”

“Feisty,” Jackson licks his lips, scrutinizing you, “I’m a traditional man... I’ll take you to my favourite place if you shower with me.”

You make the mistake of inhaling through your nose, he’s close now but you had not realized he was also in the air all around you. The manly scent of his sweat and skin is arousing, mind-numbing, you can almost taste him. Shit. Lord knows you aren’t made of stone. Being in the same room as a hot naked man is a bit much for your brain, especially if he’s hitting on you. Ambushing Jackson was a bad idea after all.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The player’s gaze slide on your neck to the little triangle of bare skin in the middle of your chest. There’s nothing impressing there to see but still, he exhales softly, like he’s affected. “Or are you a good good girl, y/n?”

“I ask the questions,” you try one last time to sound convincing and get him to focus on the interview. “You’re naked.”

Ok, not a question.

“Oh yeah,” Jackson steps even closer, trapping you on the counter. His tanned shoulders glimmer rendered sticky by dried sweat from his morning training. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Fuck. People were right.

He’s dangerous, he has that little something that makes you lose your mind and go full-on primal. Your second mistake is to look down at his body. Until now you had managed to concentrate on his dark brown eyes or your surroundings.

Of course, Jackson Wang is ripped like a god, every muscle under his honey-toned skin shaped to perfection. When you see his already half-hard dick something in your lower stomach pinches violently. Screw the interview. You fell into your own trap this morning.

“You don’t look like you have a boyfriend,” he muses, unbothered by your silence. His right hand brushes your ankle, decidedly climbing your calf to your thigh under your skirt, leaving your skin electrified at the touch. It stops behind your knee. “You look like you’re imagining me fucking you raw on that counter.” Your breath hitches as he roughly pulls your leg until you’re against him. Instinctively your arms wrap around his bare shoulders to stay straight and he presses into your clothes. “Am I right?”

“I-I’ve never done that before.” You hush in admittance, shutting both eyes and already giving up. That sounded like a promising offer. Jackson Wang’s talents outside the court are also praised by the masses. You’re too turned on to care about his fuck boy ways or your interview anymore. You bet a guy like him and a girl like you isn’t the most unexpected thing to happen in this locker room.

“Of course, you haven’t,” Jackson chuckles lowly before kissing your throat, “But do you want to now?”

It’s not like you’ll see him again and to be honest you’ve been thinking about it since the first time you saw him. “Yes.” You don’t hang with the same crowd, might as well have fun with him.

Immediately, his hand climbs back under your skirt, reaching your panties only to get rid of them. “You’re such a good girl,” Jackson muses, not slowing down, “so open for me...” His voice is huskier than before, and you cling to him when his fingers meet your folds.

Your eyes open into his and you read his surprise at your wetness. You grind closer to his hand, craving friction and Jackson stares for a long second, frozen. Dropping your head in the crook of his neck, you repeat the motion and suck on his collarbone. He’s probably marvelling about how compliant you’re being. Should you have been playing hard to get? Thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind any longer and he exhales shakily, inserting his fingers inside you with ease. You smirk into his skin, he’s in for a joy ride, you’re full of surprises. You aren’t his usual type, just like he isn’t yours, but that doesn’t mean you are anything close to frigid.

“So wet,” He murmurs, curving his fingers and making you raise your pelvis, “you have the softest little pussy ever. Did you know that?” You grip his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in harshly. When you roll your hips forward to fuck his hand, Jackson laughs in disbelief. “Someone could walk in…”

“You’d better fuck me fast then.”

“Tsst,” he hisses in disappointment, shaking his head and claiming his hand back, “I didn’t become the best by half-assin’ things...”

“The best?” You curve a brow, observing as he suggestively licks his fingers clean.

“Yes, the best.” Jackson frowns, rolling up your skirt to expose you. He inhales sharply when he succeeds, “Such a pretty pussy, I bet it taste like heaven.” The words should feel cringey but with his low deep tone... It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you. The guys you usually hook up with would never dare do anything like that anyway.

“Jesus.” You accidentally hit your head on the mirror in your back when Jackson presses a kiss on top of your pubis. He’s already going for it and he tugs at your legs again, pinning your ass down on the counter to allow himself better access. One of his thumbs digs your inner thigh while his other hand spreads your labia. “F-Fuck.” Jackson licks your cunt fully, lapping your juices off like it’s honey. You immediately fist his damp hair, holding to him.

“Delicious,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head. At the sound, you fell your insides tremble in answer. “I love to make good girls say dirty things…”

“J-Jackson,” you manage to get out haltingly as he teases you, stubble on his chin rubbing your private sensitive parts tortuously, “I’ll… die if someone walks in.”

“Why?” He chuckles, “You’re being so good right now...” He swirls his tongue on the bud of your clit and you cover your mouth to keep from embarrassing yourself. Ok, maybe this was the best damn decision of your entire life. Rumours were true, he is amazing at this. Your walls clench from pleasure when he inserts two fingers. Jackson builds you up easy and fast, sucking on your mound while his fingers curl and your hips jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

“So swollen, doll,” he hums in appreciation against your sex, “are you alright?”

“I-I…” You gasp for air, struggling to line up words that aren’t obscenities, but Jackson understands.

Your thighs are already shuddering of their own accord, out of control. He keeps working hard, circling, moving quickly. He’s relentless, tongue and hand merciless. Jackson keeps curving his fingers, holding your legs open with his whole body. You break after a particularly harsh suck on your clit and his fingers’ back and forth seems to hit something deeper buried inside of you. You come apart, crying out. Shivers run on your spine and goosebumps spread on your skin. Jackson holds you down as you jolt forward in ecstasy. His mouth remains, licking your sex clean of your arousal squirting out. When he finally stands, it’s only because you’re so overpowered you must push him back. You might come again right away if he keeps this up.

“Shit...” You curse, hand on your chest to calm your heartbeat. Your whole body feels numb and heavy. Jackson stares at you in awe, almost like he’s the one who just came. You never orgasmed that intensely with anyone before. What the hell just happened?

“Wow.” He breathes out, looking at you with round eyes instead of his usual smug smirk.

He’s also a wreck, full wet lips and messy hair sticking up in the air. When a man eats pussy like that, it’s clear he deserves to be praise to the skies. You can’t resist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a first kiss. Jackson follows, crashing his mouth on yours without any restraint. Your tongues meet rudely, you’re both way past caring about being decent anymore. Eager, one of your hands runs down his tone body to get a hold of his erected dick. Jackson lets you work your magic, too busy kissing you and caressing your thighs to care. Your fingers course on his burning sticky skin, taking their time to graze his pecks, abs, sliding on his back to explore the muscles of his ass. When you finally take him in your palm, he instantly groans, snuggling closer. Amused, you stroke him a few times, smearing his precum with your thumb.

“I think you promised to fuck me…” You say although you aren’t sure you can take it anymore and he pauses his kissing, pulling back.

“Get down,” Jackson orders darkly, making a shiver of excitation run down your back. You obey, sliding down the counter to stand in front of him on your wobbly legs. If someone was to come in right now, they’d wonder what he’s doing naked when you are still fully clothed. Jackson presses a kiss on your lips one last time before spinning you towards the counter. Obediently, you bend over, staring at him in the mirror as he lifts your skirt again, taking his time. “Fuck, you have the best ass... Why hide it?” Jackson stops to firmly massage it with both hands, grunting and rolling his hips forward. His cock brushes your over-sensitive parts and you grip the counter, holding your breath for what’s to come. He doesn’t seem too stressed and keeps toying with your ass, rolling his palms to raise your cheeks and releasing your skin to watch them bounce.

“Jackson…” You bemoan and he meets your eyes in the mirror, a cocky grin plastered on. “F-Fuck me while I can still take it.”

He chuckles, pulling again until you’re practically bent in half. He rocks his hips, running his dick on your wetness and letting out a satisfied groan. “Don’t worry,” his jaw clenches in concentration as he aligns himself at your swollen entrance, “I’ll give you in-depth, one on one Jackson Wang, baby doll.”

You’re about to reply something snarky when he pushes in, making you forget whatever you were going to say. While one of his hands predictably stays on your ass, the other comes up to fist your hair. You arch, allowing him deeper. Jackson pulls back until his tip is almost completely out before thrusting forward powerfully. Unable to remain quiet, you cry when he fills you again, stretching your hypersensitive sex in the most delicious way.

“O-Oh, shit!” Jackson picks up a rough pace, fingers bruising your ass to hold you still. “Fuck!” You gasp every time your skins meet.

“Such a dirty,” he thrusts, almost making your teeth clatter, “dirty mouth!”

“Please, please don’t s-stop!” You beg and Jackson’s grin widens.

“Your pretty pussy is so soft and wet, doll.” He wipes sweat from his brows, still tugging at your hair. “I could fuck it forever.”

Your eyes shut at his words, and your walls clench around him. Waves of pleasure already course through your body. Jackson keeps going evermore, faithful to his claim. Every push now has you trembling, and he releases your hair, wrapping his hand to hold your throat instead. He doesn’t add pressure. The messy moans you’re letting out are vibrations on his palm, and it’s clearly doing things to him.

Jackson pants behind you, “Open your eyes.” He commands and you execute, holding his gaze in the mirror with heavy eyelids. “You’re so tight. S-Shit.” You clench once more around his cock and he groans, sliding a foot to spread your legs further apart. “Are you really…” He fucks harder and your whole body shudders unable to take it much longer. “… Gonna come again just like this? I haven’t done anything yet.”

You stare in disbelief, fighting a new rush of thrill. You’ve already came once; he must be kidding. “What else can you d-do?”

“Oh, doll…” Jackson chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I am the best.”

You gulp, throat bobbing in his hand. Perhaps he’s just being cocky, but he’s been amazing so far… Your insides jitter and you cry out. Fuck, you aren’t going to be able to last forever, unlike a certain someone. As if aware of this, Jackson’s hand on your neck tightens lightly. The action limits your air supply but curiously, the new sensation isn’t horrible, far from it. Your eyes go wide when your lungs tingle in protestation. Jackson bites his lips, observing your expression in the looking glass. Weirdly enough, you’re even more turned on than before. The hand on your throat is distracting you from your throbbing, over-stimulated folds. Attentive, Jackson releases you and oxygen suddenly fills your burning chest, nearly making you come right away. You heave, letting out a litany of curses and clutching to the counter for dear life. Jackson laughs, thumb stroking your jaw gently as it relaxes.

“Again?” He asks and you surprise yourself by promptly nodding. His hand tightens around your throat once more and this time you’re more than ready. He keeps burying himself into you, your whole body is on fire, lungs and sex about to explode. Your thighs begin to shake violently and your back curves. You’re lightheaded, you’re about to break and come again. Knowing, Jackson releases the pressure at the right moment, letting air fills your lungs abruptly.

All those sensations at once are overwhelming. You cling to the counter, out of your mind when you come undone. You’re quaking, riding the waves of your second orgasm and Jackson gives up too. His muscles tense and his hips gradually come to a stop. He presses against your ass, twitching and emptying himself completely. His hot cum fills you in spurts.

You are still completely out of it when he pulls back and his cock falls out, done. Jackson is still short-winded, but he starts cleaning you off with a paper towel right away. His touch is strikingly delicate as he wipes what’s leaking down on your inner thigh.

“Your perfect pussy took it all so well, doll.” He whispers in your ear like it’s your secret to keep before kissing your neck. Your silence doesn’t seem to bother him much and he bends to pick up your discarded underwear. Jackson helps you step in like you’re an impotent little girl. For once in your life, you certainly feel like one. He even replaces your skirt expertly as nothing happened. You try to keep your thumping heart and you’re erratic breathing under control when he hugs you tightly.

Jackson Wang is actually hugging you… Minutes after fucking you into oblivion.

“Wait here,” he presses a series of pecks on your jaw, not minding your dazed state, “I’ll shower real quick.”

“Actually…” you are still holding onto the counter when he pulls away, “I should probably show–”

“You should probably sit here and wait for me, like a good girl.” Jackson grins widely, forcing you to go sit down next to his abandoned gym bag. “The swimming team has a morning practice at 7:30.”

“Oh!” Panicked, you turn to look at the digital clock on the wall. “I should go!”

“Stay,” Jackson doesn’t even bother looking back to see if you’re obeying. He’s already in the open massive showers, half-yelling to be heard over the running water; “Let’s grab breakfast if you don’t have plans!” You watch his back as he washes off any traces of you and his morning training. What’s left of his cum sticks inside your panties, it feels unfair that he’s the only one getting cleaned. Still, you choose to accept, curious at the perspective of sharing a meal with him but already hating yourself for being so excited about it.

“Okay,” you yell back, jumping on your shaky legs to fix your hair and makeup in the mirror where you just watched him fuck you, “but only because you still owe me an interview!”

“I’m sure you have plenty of amazing things to write about me now!” Jackson laughs, shutting the water off. “Then we can go to my place. I’ll show you what else I can do.”

You bite your lips, wiping a smudge of mascara from under your eye. “Sounds great,” you manage to reply just before he reappears in all his wet, steamy, god-like glory.

“Great,” A still very naked Jackson repeats, grinning like a little kid as he steps into his clean sweatpants, “you won’t regret it.” Perhaps clothes should be forever banned from campus. The thought never occurred to you before.

Cautiously exhaling, you feel the familiar pinch of arousal in your lower stomach watching him get dressed. Again? You’re still throbbing everywhere but apparently, you’re already excited for next round. Feeling your gaze on him, Jackson turns, winking as he puts his t-shirt on. His abs stretch deliciously before sadly ending up being covered.

“I’m sure I won’t…”

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spritecranverry · 5 years ago

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Sarawatine Drabble!

637 words; assassin au

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"Come in," Sarawat called from just beyond the office door.

Tine entered without hesitation, the scent of overpriced cologne following him. He wore a well-tailored suit and tie, and exchanged his usual contact lenses for glasses. He used to joke that this was what he wore when he was about to win a case.

"Have a seat. I'm just gonna ask you a few questions."

Tine grinned, knowingly.

He sat neatly in the seat across from Sarawat's, hands folded on his lap. The detective quirked an eyebrow at this, but proceeded with the questioning anyway.

"You said on the evening of April 25th, you hurt your shoulder. Correct?"

"Yes."

Sarawat paused to reach for a pen on his desk and a notepad. He began taking down rapid notes to keep his train of thought going.

"Where were you at the time of injury?"

"In front of," Tine pointed out the window towards the building across the street, "that building. Right across from my home."

Sarawat tenses, remembering the bloated corpse, surrounded by a rusty pool of bloor. They said it was a bullet wound.

"Are you aware that you were in close proximity to the site of-"

"A murder?" Tine interrupted, "Yes, I'm very aware."

More frantic scribbling of notes.

"Last question, Mr. Teepakorn-"

"You've never called me that. Stick to Tine."

Sarawat loudly cleared his throat, and asked,"How exactly did you injure your shoulder?"

"Is this relevant to the investigation?"

"Yes," he sighed, "it's quite relevant."

Tine rolled his eyes, finally breaking character.

"If you're dying to know, I fell and my shoulder hit the pavement."

Wat's brows furrowed as the gears in his head turned. He chewed at his bottom lip, having already come to a conclusion.

"Just as I thought…" he muttered.

Oh, Tine fell, alright. From a three-story building.

"Mr. Teepakorn, was there… a reason you were wearing a bulletproof vest on that day?"

Tine said nothing, staring blankly at the detective. Sarawat went on.

"If I recall correctly," he added, "you were also wearing a pair of gloves."

Tine's lips stretched into a smile. He'd been found out, yes, but he'd be damned if he let anyone get a confession out of him.

"It's fashion, detective. Look it up."

A range of expressions flashed across Sarawat's face, unable to figure out how to respond. A few moments of silence pass and Tine cocks his head at him, unrelenting. Sarawat rakes his fingers through his hair, breathy, humourless laughter escaping him.

"You", he said beneath the laughing, "you're gonna make me lose my fucking job."

He leaned forward in his chair, until he was only an inch away from Tine's face.

"Is this some kind of game to you?" he hissed.

Tine's smirk remained intact.

"Don't make me file a lawsuit now, Wat," he warned, jokingly. If Sarawat decked him right then and there, he certainly could go through with it."You don't get to call me that."

Sarawat leaned back and was ready to end the meeting early, but Tine kept going.

"You know, Wat," he said as he smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt,"In court, we have this little ritual that we like to do where we, like, gather actual evidence - it's like a little scavenger hunt. You should try it."

"Amazing. The murderer is telling me about the court of law," the detective shot back.

Tine's expression darkened at the term. He much preferred to be called a hitman; it didn't feel as personal. He almost corrected the man, but clenched his jaw and remained silent.

With that, Sarawat abruptly rose from his seat and gestured to the door.

"You're free to go."

Tine got up to leave as he was asked, but not before throwing one last glare behind him. The door closed with a loud slam.

#sarawat x tine #sarawatine #tine x sarawat #2gether the series #soggy's shitty writing

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dashesofink · 6 years ago

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Sisterly Care

Drabble: “You should totally write something with five (platonic of course) where the reader works at a café and because five goes there so much for coffee she always has a cup ready for when he shows up, you could make her the same age and make them have a best friend dynamic or make her older and give her a big sister/mom role.”

Pairing: Five x Reader

Word Count: 1443

Notes: None

Warnings: Slight cursing

Genre: Humor mostly

The first time that you had met Five was memorable to say the least. Oddly enough, it wasn’t that unusual for 13 year olds to order coffee in the café that you worked at; what was odd was the fact that this particular 13 year old was covered head-to-toe in what looked like soot. It had been painstakingly slow that day, so when the bell chimed to alert you that someone had finally entered, you perked up a bit as you set your book face down on the back counter.

“You’ve got a kid, y/n.”

You gave the cook at the café a confused look as you slowly made your way around to the front; it was close to 2 o’clock in the morning, so what would a child be doing at your café at this time of night. But sure enough, as you reached into your apron for a notepad and pen, your eyes fell upon a dusty looking 13 year old boy. His black hair was a mess, sticking up every which way as he tried to brush the soot out of it with his cut up fingers. You rose an eyebrow in confusion as he plopped down into one of the counter’s chairs, a deep sigh coming from him as he crossed his arms over the counter.

“Uh..” To be honest, you weren’t quite sure how to approach this kid, your lips pulling up into a slight grimace as you looked him over once more before you placed your hands on to the countertop. “What can I get you, kid?”

Almost immediately his eyes were set into a fierce glare as he whipped his head towards you, his shoulders suddenly becoming tense as you noticed his bloodied fingers tighten around his elbows. “One black coffee, please.” The sneer on his face amused you to some extent as you saw him look towards your name tag. Surprisingly enough, you found this entire situation very funny, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“Alright, one black coffee..” You quickly scribbled down his order on to your notepad before looking back up, your eyebrows raising to your hairline once again when you saw him still narrowing his eyes at you. “Did you want—“

“I said just one black coffee.” The kid was quick to snap back, and you swore you were about to smack the attitude out of him right then in there. You narrowed your eyes as well as you pressed your hands against the counter before leaning forward, your lips turning down into a frown. The kid tried to size up to you, his soot covered nose coming close to your as he leaned forward to glare heavily at you. “Nothing else but that.” His jaw clenched when you continued to hold his glare, and for a second you thought that he was going to start yelling about poor customer service when he shifted, but he instead fell back into his seat with an angry pout.

“I was gonna ask what size you wanted,” You finally stated after a few moments of silence, and before he could respond you tore out the paper that had his order from your notepad and shoved it into your apron pocket. You gave a small sigh before quickly spinning on your heel, grabbing the largest mug that you had to offer in the café and walking into the back to pour some coffee for the kid. By the time you walked back out into the front, he had used one of the napkins nearby to wipe some of the soot off of his face, which inevitably smeared it around on his skin, and as you set the mug in front of him you gave him a sarcastic smile. “Here; one fresh cup of black coffee. Enjoy.”

The kid took your suddenly snappy attitude by surprise, his eyes widening just a bit before he took a sip of the coffee. You gave a small nod before reaching into another pocket on your apron, and pulling out a damp rag you began to wipe down the rest of the countertop. “Usually people question a.. kid wanting to drink a cup of coffee this late at night.” You paused your cleaning when the kid spoke again, your eyes darting to the cup in his hand and to his soot dusted clothes before you gave a small shrug.

“I’ve seen weirder things happen in here at this hour,” You responded before placing the rug back into your apron, and you leaned against the back wall as you crossed your arms in front of you. “My job is to give people what they want; who am I to judge a kid for coming in here after being involved in what looks like a firefight.” You let out a small snicker when you noticed his eyes narrow once again at the word ‘kid’, and you rose your hands in surrender when he slammed the mug down against the counter before he glared once again.

“Whatever it is your doing, try to be careful, okay kid? People will question what’s up if they keep seeing a dirty-ass kid walking in here at 2 in the morning.”

“And how do you know I’ll come back here?”

“You would've left by now if you weren’t planning on coming back”

Ever since then, Five, as you soon learned was his name, never failed to show up every Wednesday night at 2 in the morning. And each time you already had a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him. The more that he came the more you began to realize you liked having the kids company. It being the middle of the week, Wednesday’s were usually the slowest out of all of your shifts at the café, so whenever he came by you would gladly listen to him rant on about how ridiculous his siblings were, or how “two assholes named Cha-Cha and Hazel keep trying to kill me and it’s getting fucking annoying!”. You always found yourself looking forward to seeing his little scowl covered face again each week.

Of course, the more that you two bonded over fresh coffee and cold bacon the more you started to worry about him. On the few occasions that he came in covered in cuts and bruises your brow would furrow as you hurried around the counter to tend to his wounds. He would fuse at you of course, claiming that he didn’t need you to dote on him and that he just wanted his coffee. You would immediately snap back in saying that he would get his coffee until he was patched up, and as you suspected, that shut him up pretty quickly.

“You don’t need to give me a bandaid, y/n.” He’d say each time with a scoff as he would try to push you away from him. But he soon grew to not question your sisterly care whenever you practically came barreling at him with some gauze and a giant tube of triple antibiotic.

Just as you had, he had grown used to your company, and as much as he hated to admit it, he liked being able to come to you whenever he had a cut that needed stitching up, or if he needed someone to listen to him. He began to view you as an honorary older sister, and you a younger brother. Unlike his other siblings, he felt like you were someone he could trust and confide in, and it wasn’t unusual for him to even pop up at random times at your apartment so he could get away from his crazy family. You didn’t seem to mind his random appearances either, and you always made sure to keep a clean pair of clothes and a fresh pot of coffee handy for whenever he stopped by.

Obviously you continued to worry about him when he was gone, who wouldn’t worry about a 13 year old boy wondering off on his own and fighting random adults who are trying to kill him? Soon it got to the point where you made him promise to always watch his own back, and to always keep his head on a swivel; you knew how he got whenever he was too zoned out because of one specific task. Five always responded with a shake of his head and a small smirk as he would shrug his academy jacket back on, his hand reaching up to pat your shoulder before he got ready to teleport out of your apartment.

“Promise you’ll watch yourself out there, alright?”

“Make better coffee y/n, and I’ll think about it.”

#the umbrella academy #number five #tua #the umbrella academy scenario #number five scenario #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy one shot #number five imagine #number five one shot #requested #not my gif #httpwritings #aidan gallagher

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Twenty-Three: Flip a Coin ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hanabi, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: When Dead Walk ] [ AO3 Link ]

Well, it’s official: they’re no longer two pairs. They’re a group of four. A team.

Sasuke’s still not entirely sure how he feels about it. On one hand...he still can’t help but remain a bit wary. While Hinata and Hanabi - the two girls he found while scavenging for supplies two days ago - hardly seem a threat...you can never fully trust anyone. Not even family. But he’s hoping that their mutual goal of survival will allow them to build at least some kind of understanding.

On another, he’s worried about having more mouths to feed. He and Itachi had been going through enough supplies as it is. But with those mouths come hands that can help make lighter work. They’ll have to do more, find more...but doing so should, in theory, be easier.

And finally...he’s not sure he wants the liability. It’s clear the pair of them are decently skilled in staying alive if they’ve made it this far. After all, Hinata saved Sasuke’s life when they met quite by accident. She’s pretty damn good at wielding makeshift weapons, if her shovel skills are anything to go by. But having someone else around means having someone else to lose.

...and he’s not exactly eager to go through that again after so long.

But, they’ve made their decision. They all talked it over yesterday after the female pair stayed the night, and it was unanimous. They’ll stay.

Now they just have to get used to what precisely that means.

“All right...I think it’s high time we start fortifying this place,” Sasuke offers, tossing a notepad he’s been scribbling in on the dining room table. “There’s a hardware store in the town to the south. We can raid it and beef up our defenses a bit. We need to barricade the windows, make it so light doesn’t escape at night. Once it gets cold enough to use the fire, we’re going to have to focus on using it mainly at night so the smoke isn’t too noticeable. During the day, we’ll have to make due with extra clothes and blankets. We look to have enough wood for a few months so long as we’re smart about it. We should find supplies for the chickens if we can. They’ll likely be a main source of food. Which means protecting them, too. Any seeds we can find would be good for a garden next year. There’s a cellar under the house we can store some of it in.”

“Leave all that sort of thing to me,” Hinata offers. “I had a focus in flowering plants, but I know quite a bit about edible ones from my botany degree.”

“Perfect. Most of the food has likely already been looted from stores, so we’ll have to try houses for that. We can form teams and split up to get things done faster.”

“Is splitting up a good idea?” Hanabi cuts in, a skeptical brow perked. “I mean...isn’t part of being in a group safety in numbers?”

“We won’t be too far apart, and it’s already pretty clear there aren’t any other survivors living in town,” Itachi counsels. “We’ve been here for quite some time, and you two are the first contact we’ve had. And you were not in town, were you?”

“No...but still...there’s another pretty obvious threat in a zombie apocalypse…”

“I’ve got a plan for that,” Sasuke offers. “We’ll first go to a part of town we don’t need anything from, and find a car with a working horn or car alarm we can rig to keep going while we go back around to our hits. That should make it a lot easier to evade them.”

“...guess that makes sense,” she admits, leaning back in her seat with folded arms.

“I suppose all that’s left is to decide who goes where,” Sasuke then muses. “How should we split up? Sibling pairs?”

“...perhaps I could take Hanabi with me,” Itachi offers. “We could go to the hardware store, which has inventory in the rear in a warehouse. I could lift her to higher places to reach things we need.”

The younger brother’s brow furrows. “...are you sure?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not as strong as I am, and Hanabi is young. We should cover each other’s weaknesses.”

“True, but you and Hinata are both quick and strong. It makes more sense for you to go to the residential streets and move through the houses. I might not be able to get very far. And most of the walkers seem to be in the residential areas rather than around the businesses. We’d likely be safer.”

Sasuke nibbles his lip. “...I don’t like this.”

“...flip a coin. Heads we go by siblings, tails we go Itachi’s route,” Hinata offers.

“...all right. Anyone got a coin?”

“There’s a piggy bank in the room we were in last night...I’ll go get one.”

Watching her go, Sasuke turns to his brother. “You really think this is a good idea?”

“Technically speaking, leaving this house at all is rarely a good idea,” Itachi gently counters. “There’s danger everywhere. Humans, zombies, animals, the environments themselves...you can’t protect me forever. Besides, I won’t be alone.”

Sasuke wants to counter, but gives Hanabi a glance. He’s not so sure she’ll be as helpful as Hinata has shown to be...something tells him she hasn’t had to pull much weight as of yet. “...all right.”

When the elder sister returns, Sasuke balances the coin - a regular old quarter - atop his thumb. After a pause, he gives it a flip, catching it and holding open his palm.

“...tails,” he confirms, tone a bit edged.

“...all right, then. We’ll set up the noise distractions on the other side of town, and then come in from this side to get our supplies. We’ll load up whatever we find into the car and go from there.”

“Okay…” Still looking unsure, Sasuke flips to another page of the notebook, tearing off a page. “This is all I could think of that would be useful. We have some tools from the shed in the back, but a lot of them look pretty old, so...whatever we can replace, do it. Maybe grab doubles if you can in case something breaks. Otherwise, whatever we can get to beef up this place and make it more solid, grab it.”

“Too bad we don’t have a truck…” Hinata muses. “It would be nice to be able to haul more. Maybe some fencing, or sheet metal.”

“...well, maybe another time. We can hunt for a truck another day. We’re just getting started today, all right? Consider it a test run of the new team.”

“Understood.”

With that settled, the four of them make their way to the car, parked around the back to keep hidden further from anyone who might happen upon the house. Hinata takes the driver’s seat, revving the engine and checking the gauges.

“Hm...might need to find some gas while we’re there. It’s, um...getting a bit low.”

“All right...we’ll do that before we start the horns. Got hose to siphon with?”

“Mhm. I’ve done it a few times. That and a gas can are in the trunk.”

And with that...they head toward town.

The ride is mostly quiet. Hinata keeps her eyes on the road, Sasuke doubling the watch for trouble from the passenger seat. As before, Hanabi leans in between the front seats, looking bored. Itachi merely watches the scenery from his window beside her.

Taking a roundabout road, they approach the town from the back, going slow to help minimize noise.

“...here’s good. You three stay with the car - I’ll find one to set up. Get some gas and pull back around here. I’ll meet you, and we’ll all take off once we’ve got enough noise going.”

“Right. Be careful.”

“Careful’s my middle name,” Sasuke mutters as he slips out of the car and crouch-walks to a cluster of abandoned vehicles in a parking lot behind a tire shop. Keeping a hunting knife gripped in one hand, he decides to check out the shop itself first. It looks untouched - not like tires were anyone’s first thought upon the zombie apocalypse. Inside he finds little of import. Stale popcorn, a half-empty water cooler, and the cashier’s station behind the counter. Managing to pry open the tray, he takes the money - might as well. Some people might still place value in it for trade someday. After a moment of thought, he then takes a shelf out from the back of the counter - it looks about the size he’ll need to wedge into a seat and keep a horn pressed.

...he always liked the smell of these places.

Lingering for a bit, he heads back out upon hearing the hum of the motor. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are. Tank’s full.”

“Good.” Moving to the nearest empty vehicle, he opens the front door, fiddling with both the seat and the steering wheel. With the latter tipped down, he moves the former forward, the wooden shelf wedged into its crux. As soon as enough pressure is applied, the horn begins to blare, and he bolts back for the car.

Carefully, Hinata makes her way back around. In the distance, they can see walkers heading slowly off toward the noise.

“All right...that’ll work for now. Hinata will drop you two off at the hardware store. Gather what you can out front so we can pack it up quick. We’ll head to the nearest residential street and start raiding the houses. Ready?”

Hanabi gives a curt nod.

“Ready,” Itachi affirms.

“All right...good luck. And be careful,” Hinata impresses, watching them slip out the back doors. Once they’re inside, she glances to Sasuke.

“...let’s get going.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 197 and 270!) More zombie AU! Haven't done this one in a good while and for some reason it just seemed to fit the prompt well lol We have an official squad! Two pairs of siblings, now a little group. It's going to be an...interesting dynamic. And I know I cut off before much action, but it's VERY late and the drabble was getting long, so...hopefully I can do more soon. I already have another cliffie I need to remedy, whoops xD Anyway, it's late, I'm...very tired, so I'll call it there. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga hanabi #uchiha itachi #when dead walk [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 7 years ago

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Handmade

GOT7

Jackson Wang/Reader [F]

Genre: Fluff, Drabble-ish

Words: 1.2k

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------- @prince-of-wind I tried ;n; -------

This was it! After weeks of hardwork and nabbing any chance of overtime you could get, you finally got your Christmas wish. A firm, treasured ticket into not only a GOT7 concern, but good seat for the fansign prior to it!To say you were a tad giddy about meeting the boys that made you smile, was an understatement. You were overly thrilled.

As you shimmed your way between rows and fellow aghase’s knees and successfully plopping down into your seat, you felt like nothing could ruin your day. But, a thought is only an uncertainty waiting to be proven wrong.

It was a lucky shot for you to be so close to the mini stage the boys sat at. For a rookie fansite and photography geek, it was great photo distance.

Your camera was looped around your neck and your camera bag on your hip with extra batteries and a long focus lens if necessary. Along with your own personal tote with small gifts you’ve prepared for the boys. They were nothing fancy, no- but it’s the thought and process of creating a gift that made it special. Besides, you were pretty proud of the small handmade gifts you created. If you do say so yourself.

You sat with and chatted among a few other fans around you. Them showing off a headband of a hat or even a plush they brought for one of the boys. You, in turn, showed off yours. Some found the sentiment adorable, while of course there were those who mocked you for it. ‘Trying to get the boys’ attention’ was the best insult they could come up with.

You’d be lying saying you weren’t, but isn’t that the point of a fansign and gift giving? To make a happy impression on your role models, whether it be short or long term. You just did your best to ignore and shake it all off.

Time ticked on, the boys came out and began talking. Greeting and expression their heaps of love for being able to meet with their precious aghase again. Soon, the greeting and gifting began. Waiting- a tad impatiently- with your fellow fangirls and boys, the nerves didn’t strike until you stood at the end of the stage, waiting to step up onto it. Taking hold of your bag’s strap with an iron grip, you finally approached the table.

Thank god the first member was Youngjae. His bright smile and comforting atmospheric presence calmed you as you knelt at the table and began a quick-fire timed conversation.

He asked if you were nervous, which obviously you were. He was able to squeeze in a bit of topics before you were warned to move on. You put up a finger- that infamous signal for ‘hold up’- and dug around in your tote. Pulling out your first gift for your favorite piece of sunshine.

Youngjae giggled and clapped as you handed him a small little trinket.

A small little pen to clip on the front of his sweater. Yellow with two elongated black eyes and 2 pink ‘blush’ ovals. It was a cute lil pen and he was more than eager for you to pen it on for him. Pinning it over his chest and holding his hand once more before you moved on.

Each member got a little something different. Jinyoung got a small hair clip shaped as a crown. JB a rookie designed ring you totally winged and created to influence his ‘B-boy’ image. Mark a weaved green and teal bracelet, like a middle school friendship symbol. Bambam was gifted with a small rolled up banner that said ‘DOUBLE B’ in scripted fabric marker. Yugyeom got a necklace with a small blue pendant on it that resembled a shiny mood necklace.

Then, finally you stood in front of Jackson. The main circle point focus of your rookie little ‘fansite’. He was the member you focused on. Maybe that’s why his gift possibly had a piece of your heart inscribed with it. Kneeling in front of him, Jackson pointed and smiled at your camera around your neck.

“Fansite?” You looked at your camera and nodded.

“Yes, actually. One of yours, but I’m super lame at photos and broke 24/7 so my content isn’t very diverse.” You joked as he tapped on your camera’s lens.

“Oh, I’ll give you some content.” he smiled as he urged you to pull up and reader your camera. You did so confused. He cupped his face into his palms and you shook your head at his posing. “Take this once in a lifetime close up!” You quickly did so, snapping the photo with the affirmative movement of your shutter. “Not so rookie anymore, now are you?” He said.

“With a ‘once in a lifetime close up’? No way.” You two just clicked it seemed. No anxiousness, no awkward fan-idol tension, just pure comfort. But, just as with the others before Jackson, you were soon warned to move on and off the stage. You quickly dug around in your tote for the final time for his gift and presented it to him.

A written note and inside the neatly folded paper, the first fan picture you ever took of him. You quickly bowed to him and was ushered off the stage by a rather impatient staff woman.

There was a break in the line of fans, so Jackson watched you retreat to your seat. He felt almost lonely now that you had walked away. It was just so easy to talk to you. He flipped open your letter, more than eager to read it.

Jackson,

Sorry, I’m not sure how to address you! ^^;; Sorry you didn’t get a ‘gift’ per say, but this letter is meaningful! I promise! You see the picture that came with the letter? It’s the first picture I ever took of you, and it’s also where my inspiration started. Your hard work and just plain work ethic is something to look up to, to admire. Seeing you work hard makes me want to do my best too. Whether you know me or not, it’s a comforting thought that at least one person would be proud of my achievements. Be them big or small.

But, this message isn’t just a giant rush of compliments, which you deserve more of by the way. It’s a thank you. Thank you for standing tall. For caring.

Take care of yourself!

-Y/n

Jackson looked up to see you, trying to brush off someone picking fun at you once again. You’d roll your eyes, but he could still see something like a twinge of hurt flash in them. He frowned. His aghases should know better.

He took a piece of paper from a cute notepad he had received and began scribbling on it. He tapped a male staff on his arm and pleased to get it to you. The cute girl with a tote and camera around her neck, only a few rows back. Soon enough, the message was delivered.

Quizzically taking the small folded note, you opened it up.

In returned for your special photo, here’s your bill! Xxx-xxx-xxxx. Make me proud and text so as payment for that once in a lifetime snap!

You looked up and saw Jackson smiling at you as he got embarrassed and elbowed Yugyeom next to him. Starting a fiscal. You smiled at him and his shyness.

Morale of this story: handmade gets you a mark in the win column.

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lovingminter-blog · 8 years ago

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“come over here and make me”//harry lewis

request: this whole drama has just confirmed my love for harry could you please write number 29 from the prompt list with him

another one for the drabble challenge and its just rushed and awful im sorry

send me a number and and the boy you want it about

You watched in silence as Harry furiously moved his pen across the pages of his notebook, no doubt writing a new diss track for JJ. With a roll of your eyes and a loud sigh that caused him to look up, you reached forward and grabbed his laptop from the floor, deciding to scroll through Twitter for some entertainment since your best friend wasn’t giving you any.

“What’s the sigh for?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It’s that you asked me to come over so we could go and get something to eat but I’ve been sitting here for the past half an hour watching you scribble on that notepad.”

“Sorry, (Y/N), we’ll leave now,” Harry said looking a little bit guilty, “let me just finish this off. I’ll be two minutes, honestly.”

Not believing a word he’s saying since he said the same thing 10 minutes ago, you muttered a ‘whatever’ and continued to scroll. A few minutes later, an idea popped into your head to get Harry moving out of his seat so the two of you could leave.

You quickly went onto YouTube and found JJ’s diss track for Harry, within a second you had it blasting around the flat.

Harry almost snapped his neck as he jumped in fright before shaking his head at you in amusement. “Turn it off, (Y/N), I’m concentrating.”

You completely ignored him and instead used the words on the screen to mime along, which obviously annoyed your best friend. “This is way better than yours,” you teased.

“Oh, you’re not even funny,” Harry sighed, not quite managing to wipe the smile off his face.

“Seriously, it is,” you continued to wind him up, “I wonder if he’ll put it on Spotify.”

“Will you just shut up?”

“Come over here and make me,” you shrugged and a grin appeared on your face when Harry finally stood up and moved swiftly towards you. Finally, you could go and get some food.

However, the smile quickly fell from your lips as Harry got closer and leaned over the laptop with his lips half a centimetre away from yours. In one quick movement, he connected your lips together in a kiss that made your head spin.

'Little Boy’ was still playing until Harry reached over and closed the lid of your laptop, pulling away afterwards with a smirk.

“Shall we go for food then?” Harry casually asked, his voice slightly raspy as he grabs his jacket from behind the coach and puts it on.

“Y'yeah,” you chuckled and scrambled to your feet which caused Harry to chuckle to himself. If you could’ve found the words, you would’ve told him to stop being so smug.

He grabbed your hand as the two of you left his flat and walked towards the elevator, “God, if knew kissing you was a way to make you quiet, I would’ve done it years ago.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed, shoving his shoulder lightly as he laughed loudly. With a surge of confidence, you pulled him down to your level and kiss him again. As the two of you pulled away, Harry didn’t move and only stared at you with wide eyes.

“Who’s the one at a loss of words now, huh?”

#harry lewis imagines #harry lewis #wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw imagines #w2s #w2s imagines #sidemen #sidemen imagines #lovingminter writings

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wonkyuna-blog · 8 years ago

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Perfect

Genre: (MATURE) Smut, Fluff, M/W

Wonho / Shin Hoseok x Reader Summary: Wonho shows how much he loves his plus sized girlfriend, who is self conscious, for both her and her body.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: No Applicable Warnings /// Author’s Note /// Drabble request from @wonheonie

You stared for a long time at the menu selection in your hands. Feeling a sense of guilt and indulgence at the same time, you questioned yourself like you always seemed to when you weren’t in the comfort of your own kitchen.

Should I even be eating this much? I wish they had the calorie count… I really need to start on my diet soon.

You felt a hand softly grip your shoulder. Looking up to find the most ethereal face in existence. His blonde bangs fell weightless on his face with cheekbones high and warm from a plump lipped smile pulled taut. Your boyfriend sat across the table from you and waited patiently for his greeting. He took your breath away still, even now after months of being together.

“Hi baby!” he purred. “Have you decided what you want to eat yet?” You were grateful he broke the silence first as it pulled you from the depth of your thoughts. Anxiety soon crept in as you pondered his question.

“I haven’t decided yet, no. There’s just… so much to choose from… you know?” He nodded in agreement and turned his attention to his own menu, surely eyeing a giant steak to fuel his body from the work out he had returned to you from. Just as you were about to resolve with yourself to just order the chicken breast plate the waitress walked up with two glasses of water in hand.

“How are we doing tonight you guys?” She addressed us in a very loud, forced cheery voice. You looked up at her to find a generic petite figure attached to her fake bubbly personality. Envy bubbled hot in your gut.

“We are just fine, thanks.” Wonho’s voice hung lazily in the air. You could see the waitress was unable to keep her eyes off him as she waited patiently for our requests. “I’ll have a steak please, medium rare. And then of course whatever she would like, but that’s it for me.” He looked up and offered me a reassuring smile.

“Yessir!” pipped the waitress, scribbling in her notepad. “And how about you sweety?” My face suddenly ran hot.

“Um…”

“You know we have a delicious salad on special right now, and we have a good selection of light ranches.” I could have thrown up right then. You were sure it was just a script she had been given, but then why would she say that to you? As if your face read please help me choose food I can’t be trusted. No… no, that wasn’t it. You needed to snap out of it and just feed yourself.

“I appreciate that, but I’ll just have the chicken breast plate please.” She didn’t stop to breathe before writing down your order and trotting towards the kitchen.

“I’m proud of you.” You heard Wonho speaking to you then.

“Of?” You felt puzzled.

“I think your confidence is getting better. I didn’t even have to lecture you this time about overthinking your food.” There he went again, the kindest man to walk the earth. He always managed to make you

feel better about yourself and taught you how to silence my insecurities when they became too much. Wonho was always your little boost of confidence you didn’t know you needed.

“I think your lectures are finally beginning to rub off on me.” You reached for his hand and held it in yours for a while before the food finally arrived.

You were so thankful to yourself and to Wonho for ordering what you really wanted. The grilled chicken breast steamed lightly from your plate covered in seasoning and it’s own juices. Wonho’s steak looked equally as delicious.

You both ate well that night. Once you were finished you both got up, paid your bill, and then walked towards your cars. Just as you were about to get into yours Wonho catches you.

“Get into the back seat.” Your cheeks flushed hot and red and you were thankful for the cover of the night hiding your embarrassment. You did as you were told and gave him room to climb in next to you. Even in thus darkness you felt him look deep into your eyes and take a quick breath.

“You are beautiful, y/n. That is my truth from what I see.” Your own breath caught in your throat, unsure of what to say. “If there is something about yourself that you want to change” he continued, “I will be there for you every step of the way. Just please do it for yourself though, and not what you think others would want for you.” His hand lightly cupped your cheek, wiping away wetness that you hadn’t realized escaped.

“I just…” be honest, you thought. “I want to feel like I am worthy of you. Wonho you’re just so wonderful and I-.” You stopped yourself as he crept closer and made soft shushing sounds. He leaned in to kiss you softly on the lips.

“You don’t have to be worthy of anything. Just be the 360 beautiful person that I fell in love with.”

He came to kiss you again, this time with passion. Pushing his lips into yours in the most delicious way you moaned softly into his mouth. You felt his hands then delicately search for the hem of your shirt. You began to feel sick with worry as he found it and began to lift it upwards, revealing your bare stomach. He must have felt your hesitation.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Please, keep going.”

He searched for sincerity in your eyes before kissing you again and returning to your shirt. His hands slipped under and they glided over the curves of your stomach. Heat churned in your belly at his touch. It was careful and loving. Wonho stopped kissing you then as he leaned down and you could feel his hot breath spread over your skin. He left soft, wet kisses all around your belly button while he massaged your sides. You felt more comfortable in this moment than you had in a long while. Your shirt was lifted more to show your bra now, and Wonho continued his onslaught of kisses around your exposed breast. You let out a breathy sigh as he began to massage them, yet his other hand made itself known elsewhere next to your clothed heat. It began sneaking it’s way underneath the hem of your pants. You were scared that he wouldn’t be able to fit it under, so you reached down to unbutton and then pull your pants down to your knees. His hand was so warm on your swollen cunt.

“Mmm… Wonho…” you let his name escape your lips.

“My name sounds so lovely falling from your pretty mouth.” He coped and swirled his fingers around your entrance. “You’re so wet baby, is all this for me?” He moaned deeply into your ear as he slid two fingers into you.

“Oh fuck…” you cried out. The fullness was so satisfying but you still needed more. He rubbed his fingers in and out of you agonizingly slow and you bucked your hips into them searching for more.

“So eager.” Wonho chuckled. He bit into the soft flesh of your neck as he quickened the pace, slapping his fingers into your soaked pussy.

He groaned at the sounds you were making. “Is that good baby?”

You let an airy “yes” tumble from your mouth and he continued.

“You should see yourself right now. So wet and rosy cheeked. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Your head began to spin. “Keep going” you whined. You were beginning to feel yourself at your peak. Suddenly he pulled your leg up and rested your thigh on his shoulder, then ran his tongue flat against your clitoris. Once you were comfortable with this new sensation he began to make circles on the roof of your pussy while pumping his fingers. You were sent over the edge as he flicked his tongue, making you cry out in ecstasy. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and softly kissed it through your high.

You slumped back into the seat a heaving mess, but Wonho looked at you as if he were seeing angels. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lightly kissed your cheek while you calmed down.

“You’re perfect just as you are.” He sighed.

#mxnetwork #mxwriters #wonho smut #monsta x smut #perfect

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an-exotic-writer · 8 years ago

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₪ - due to an accident, one was given the same hotel room as the other w/ ceo!namjoon (if you read this drabble, it might make a bit more sense!)

Ever since you found out the identity of this... person you had been writing letters to, working at where you did felt like another day at war. You have been on your toes, high key alert wherever you went, swift with your maneuvering and answers to get you out of unwanted situations because you just wasn’t ready.

You didn’t expect the person you fell for in words to be the one that contains half the stress you have in the letters you wrote. The initials KNJ now felt like they were a sign, a hint, the red light for you to pick up on the signals because for crying out loud, Y/N! KNJ - Kim Namjoon! The blind would’ve saw this coming, too!

Now, in the same hotel room as him (because one thing led to another, the bookings went mixed up or messed up), you’re left with no other choice than to face him sooner or later. You pick the latter when you remain in the bathroom, stubbornly staring at your room key... and the letter that you last received from him because from then on, it seems like the two of you have no idea how to grasp onto the situation.

Neither of you expected things to be this way, to be honest.

Whether it was good or bad... you didn’t know. You didn’t want to know. Especially not with - “Y/N, you can’t stay in there forever,” Namjoon - oh my god, is it weird calling him that? - knocks on the door, his second try of the day from the moment you beelined for the door furthest away from him with your luggage inside.

“I can try,” You mumble to yourself, staring ahead at the shower curtains, tilting your head a little at the window where the beach can be seen clearly from here. Sighing, you thump your head back to the door. This is not how you pictured your company vacation to be. This is just - “Hey,” You huff, feeling the sharp poke on your bottom as you jolt from the wooden support behind you.

Frowning, you meekly reach for the folded paper and pick it up, revealing to be a scribble of: am i that bad of a person, y/n?

With an exhale, you contemplate looking for a pen or voicing out your answer until another slip comes in. Same format in size, the familiar color of ink in the letters you’ve read yourself to sleep.

the both of us have been waiting to meet each other. why is it now that when we have our chance, we’re not making full use of that?

Namjoon wasn’t expecting much as he sits on the wall beside the door, flicking his notepad and about to give up on such... a corny way of conversing until he hears a paper sliding through. Holding it in his hands, he chuckles at the slanted letters in dark blue (because he remembers how you said it counters his black ink).

are you trying to get into my pants?

Feeling the need to lighten up the mood, he gets a fresh piece of paper. He gives you five seconds, tops, before he hears a slap against the door, directed to him with a hey! at his note of: are you giving me an invitation?

When he realizes he’s not getting a reply in words, he hesitantly slips another to you and waits silently. He can’t predict your reaction and he’s not hoping for anything, either - you should know that based on how much you’ve talked to him in words. The return of the paper comes and Namjoon picks it up to read your reply to his: can you open the door?

why?

You start to feel empty when Namjoon didn’t say - write his answer to you. Two minutes that felt like an eternity ticks by and you have had enough that you get on your two feet. Hand on the handle, you twist it open to yank it with a creak that it makes the man beside flinch. He scrambles to stand, levelling your eyes together and even though he wants to smile, he can only chuckle when you - “Did you run out of ink?”

With pressed lips, he holds up two pieces of paper, “Ran out of confidence on which I should’ve picked,”

On one note it says ‘because i miss talking to you’ and the other is ‘you could say i’d want to hear your bad puns in person’. Whichever, it makes your heart swell but you can’t stop yourself from gawking, “Hey! You know damn well those puns made you laugh!”

He snorts, “Apparently they do,”

From shared smiles to now awkward feeling between the two of you, because what do you say to the one you’ve been wanting to past the letters over the course of months? You feel like you know him, but at the same time don’t - and Namjoon will most definitely agree with you when he knows of the little things that make you happy, make you sad, but he doesn’t know for real and that’s scary, on your part as well.

But Namjoon’s willing to try, apparently you too when - “So, how about-”

“Sorry, you first-”

“Damn it,” - “Shit,”

“Y-You first,” You gesture him with a hand, and Namjoon rejects with a hand, “No, you,”

“Namjo-I mean, Mr. Kim-”

“Okay, me first,” He cuts you off, taking a step forward and unlike the other days he’s tried to, you don’t back away or flinch in fear. He doesn’t let that reel him away from what he wants to say, clearing his throat as he builds up the courage to... “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“...on one condition,” You fold your arms, tipping your chin up to him. He raises a brow but it’s nothing challenging. Just rather curious to what you have to say.

“You admit my jokes were funny,”

You almost forget that this KNJ is the Namjoon you’re working for - who was really good when it came to terms and conditions.

“I’ll accept yours if you accept mine to call me Namjoon,”

Ah, but Namjoon has let it slipped his mind that you’re a hired staff for a reason, in his company.

“I’ll accept yours to accepting mine, if we can go to the beach after, too,”

Not wanting to prolong any of this anymore, because Namjoon (and you) have been waiting for months for this to happen, he holds his hand out with a grin, dimple showing, heart on the line of his sleeve for the one who’s kept him up for nights, “Deal.”

((”by the way,”

“hm?”

“your jokes were actually funny,”

“...”

“...? y/n-”

“i knew it!”))

#bts scenarios #btswriters #networkbangtan #namjoon scenarios #kim namjoon #s: aud

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littlemissgot7 · 9 years ago

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drabble / fluffy & blushy;;

Mark | 1233 words @kpop66 requested: Mark + “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

You knew Mark Tuan. Everybody knew Mark. He and his friends were some of the most popular boys on campus. Mark was quieter than most, but he was kind and focused and you couldn’t understand why you, of all people, were being paired with him for the big English project.

Your professor announced the predetermined pairs at the end of class and, as soon as the bell rang, a chorus of murmurs broke out, girls from all over the room throwing you glares. You stuffed your books in your bag and squared your jaw, gripping the straps of your bag tightly as you marched toward his desk.

“Um…Mark?”

He looked up at you when you finally spoke, blinking. Up close, his eyes were wider than you thought they were and you found yourself staring.

“We’re partners for the project,” you coughed out after a minute.

“Right.” He stood. He was acutely aware of how some of the girls in class were staring at you and led you toward the door, holding it open for you. “Can you meet me in the dance practice room at four? To talk about it?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He smiled. “Thanks. See you then.”

And then he was gone, the smile disappearing from his lips before he was out of sight.

---

That was the first time you’d ever spoken to Mark directly but you could tell right away that something about him seemed different than the person he was always portrayed as. You met two or three times a week to work on the project outside of class and, the more you were around him, the more convinced you were that you were right. He warmed up around you, laughed more around you than anyone other than his best friends, smiled easily. It secretly made you happy that he seemed to relax so much around you, but it made you sad too; you’d grown accustomed to his smile and didn’t want to lose his friendship once the presentation was over. And you wanted to see him smile like that all of the time, whether you were the cause of it or not.

The presentation was in two days; this was the last time you were meeting with him before it. After running through the project with him once, you leaned back on the practice room sofa and smiled.

“I think we did pretty good, Tuan,” you teased, laughing as he sat down next to you. He glanced over at you and grinned.

“We better ace it. I’m pretty sure this is the best report I’ve ever done, thanks to you.”

You waved away his comment, ignoring how hot your cheeks suddenly felt. “You helped a ton, you dork. It was a joint effort.”

He was about to reply when the door burst open and a girl you recognized from your biology lecture entered, heading straight for Mark.

“Oppa!” She flipped her hair, flashing him an all-too-bright smile. “Se Mi unnie wanted to talk to you. Come with me!”

It was like you were invisible to her. When you looked at Mark, his smile had vanished.

“Sorry, I’m busy. We’re working on our English project.”

She turned more directly to him, continuing to ignore you. You were used to it, but you saw Mark tense up. “Oppaaaa,” she whined, pouting and wiggling her shoulders at him. “Oppa, you have to come!”

“I’m busy,” he said again, and you saw his lips turn downward ever-so-slightly. “I’m not going.”

“But--”

“I’m not going.” His voice was firm, and you watched the girl deflate a little.

“Fine,” she snapped back at him, turning on her heel and marching out of the room. It fell silent and you waited a second before you spoke.

“I’m sorry they treat you like that. Like...I dunno, an object. A prize. It’s stupid. There’s way more to you than they think and I’m--”

He shook his head slightly, glancing over at you. “They’re annoying, but I’ve got my friends.”

Right. He had his friends. He’d be fine.

“And you.”

Your ears perked up, your cheeks turning pink.

“I’ve got you, too. You’re a million times better than any of them.”

You were about to say something when your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you jump. You bowed in quick apology and turned to have a quick, mumbled conversation with your brother. When you hung up, you sighed and stood.

“Sorry, Mark, I have to go. My brother’s in trouble at school again and I have to go bail him out.” You wrinkled your nose. Your brother was a bit of a troublemaker and he always opted for calling you over your parents when he had the choice. He had the worst timing in the world, but you couldn’t leave him there, so you found yourself (very much against your will) having to cut your time with Mark short.

Mark blinked in surprise, but nodded slowly, watching you collect your things. After a minute of intense internal debate, you dug around in your bag until you found a notepad, scribbling something on the top sheet before tearing it off and thrusting it out at him.

He took it carefully, staring down at the string of numbers.

“You can call me whenever you want,” you said quickly, your face very red. “...Even if you don’t have a reason to. If you want to. You don’t have to, I just thought… maybe we could hang out sometime. Or something. Okay, bye--” You darted out the door before you could see the grin stretch across his face.

---

You’d rescued your brother and sent him home before heading back to your dorm. You were looking over your presentation notes again absentmindedly, trying not to think about how you’d shoved your number in Mark’s face, when your phone rang.

It was a number you didn’t immediately recognize but you answered anyway, thankful for the momentary distraction from your embarrassment.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

So much for the distraction.

“Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, um...did...did you need something for the project?” you asked weakly; you had been pacing around your room but suddenly your knees felt like jelly and you perched on the edge of your bed instead. Mark Tuan, who you had never seen answer or place a phone call, was on the other end of this one.

“You said I could call you whenever I want, even if I didn’t have a reason to.”

“Oh. Yeah, I did say that. I didn’t...I didn’t think you would, though.”

“Why not?”

You fidgeted. You weren’t sure how to say it; he just seemed like so much more than you did and you felt like you didn’t really measure up. “I dunno,” you mumbled after a minute.

“I told you, didn’t I?” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re a million times better than anyone else.”

You flushed red as an incoherent noise of confusion slid through your lips; he laughed.

“Would you like to talk about it over dinner Tuesday night?”

“Like…friend-dinner...or….”

“More like date-dinner.” There was a beat of silence and then you heard him whine softly. “I wanted to ask you in person today but then that girl showed up and you had to run and--”

“You know what, Tuan?”

“...What?”

“I’d absolutely love to go to date-dinner with you.”

On the other end of the line, he beamed.

#got7writersnet #mark #mark tuan #mark scenarios #got7 scenarios #got7 #kpop66 #drabble #fluffy & blushy #i'm awful at sticking to my own word limits and posting things on any kind of schedule OTL #but i hope this one turned out okay <3

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