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stiles-halee · 4 years

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Kinkmas Day 5: Phone Sex

Stiles was going to throw up. Or pass out. Or maybe throw up and then pass out. Or maybe pass out as he was throwing up.

It wasn't an instant regret, he didn't know what he had just done. It took a few minutes and Stiles' impatience, for him to come to the conclusion as to what he had just done.

Usually the guy he had been texting, Brett, texted him right back, especially after the kind of text Stiles had just sent him. The naked kind of text.

But he hadn't answered for about ten minutes, strange for him. Stiles knew he didn't have work, it came up in casual conversation (which they didn't have very often) that Brett's only day off was Tuesday's.

Brett and Stiles had been hooking up for about a month now, completely casual and just for fun. They had met before at a couple lacrosse games, and rekindled over some stupid gay hookup app. Stiles swore he was going to delete it the day after he created it, but awoke to a message in the app.

The rest was sort of history, sweaty, hot, history.

They always hooked up on Tuesdays, and oftentimes liked to send the hint of wanting to hook up with a provocative picture. But Brett hadn't responded.

Stiles huffed out a breath, taking a seat on the couch and pulling out his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and immediately went to his text messages, checking the most recent one he sent, the one to Brett, only to find it wasn't there.

At the top of the most recent messages was Derek's name. That's weird, he must have missed a text from him. Squinting in confusion, Stiles opened up the chat, only to go pale. Oh. My. God.

There on his phone was a picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles that he had sent to Derek, not to Brett. Holy mother of God.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Stiles chanted, leaning forward and trying not to throw up.

"Oh my God." He threw his phone beside him on the couch, burying his head in his hands. He and Derek hadn't talked in weeks. Sure, the brooding wolf had very slightly opened up to the rest of the pack, but not necessarily to Stiles. They nodded to each other at weekly pack meetings (Scott's suggestion to try and keep them all close for now, as was the summer before they all started college, everyone was prepared to go their separate ways, to get out of this town), but never talked.

Stiles' face burned red with embarrassment, he would never be able to face the man again, not as long as he lived. He shook his head in his hands. At least he never really had to see him again. I mean, in less than a month, he would be at Stanford. Sure he was still in California, but he was hours away from Beacon Hills, hours away from Derek.

He was still deep in thought, feeling sick to his stomach when his phone buzzed on the opposite side of the couch. Oh dear God. Had Derek responded? He couldn't look.

He stared at his hands, worrying his lip between his teeth. He couldn't look. He had to look.

He lunged at his phone, grabbing it quickly. How Derek chose to respond didn't really matter, he was never going to see the man again, not after something like that. Consider his summer over. The last three pack meetings were cancelled, as far as Stiles was concerned.

With trembling fingers, Stiles unlocked his phone, staring at the home screen. He had a message from Derek, big surprise. He wondered for a moment how Derek would respond. Maybe he would type angrily in all caps, or send a puking emoji, maybe he would threaten to send it to someone.

Ears burning like fire, Stiles opened up the message and slightly relaxed.

I don't think you meant to send that to me.

What a mundane response. Normal, appropriate, simple. Stiles had never been more thankful for the man of few words. That could have been so much worse.

Stiles shook his head, taking in a deep breath. It was fine, it would be fine. A simple mistake, really. He would profusely apologize, move to Stanford, and never see Derek again. Life would go on. It was fine.

His phone buzzed again, breaking him from his thoughts. On instinct, he looked down again at his phone and then froze.

But I like what I see.

Oh my God. Stiles blinked several times, rereading the latest text several times. He double-no, triple, checked that it was from Derek.

But I like what I see.

Now it was Stiles turn to stare at the unexpected text message he had just received, confused and embarrassed still. How was he supposed to respond to that? I mean, he shouldn't ignore that right? It certainly wasn't the response he expected but it also didn't bother him.

Blood pooled at his groin at the thought of Derek seeing that picture, at Derek liking it.

Was this seriously his life, was this seriously happening right now?

Stiles bit his lip again, typing and erasing each message he tried to prepare. He had no words for that, no words could describe how he was feeling, because he didn't even know how he was feeling. Even so, he felt as though he had to say something. Besides, they both had their read receipts on, Derek would know Stiles had read his messages.

Sorry.

Before Stiles could psych himself out, he sent it. One word, an apology for the accidental text, so Derek would know it indeed was not meant for him. Maybe they would be able to forget about it, move on, maybe Stiles wouldn't have to hide at Stanford for the rest of his life, but for now, that was still the plan.

Don't be.

Fuck, what did that mean? Derek had to be joking, he had to be. There was no way that Derek actually liked that photo, no way. Derek, the guy who shoved him around and shot him glares. Sure Peter joked about the sexual tension in the room but that wasn't sexual tension that was just. . . Derek's hatred for Stiles. Just regular ole tension

Stiles huffed out a sigh, heading to his room. He put the phone on the charger, determined to sleep and forget about this night. Maybe it was all just a dream. Wishful thinking.

It was also wishful thinking that he would be able to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for hours, wrapped up in his navy blue sheets. He got a cup of tea at some point, opened up the window for a nice cool breeze, read a couple chapters of a book, even wacked one out, trying his hardest not to think of Derek, but nothing worked.

Eventually, around five in the morning, pure exhaustion took over and he got about two hours of off and on sleep.

In the morning, Stiles felt utterly wrecked. He wiped at his eyes and rolled over to grab his phone, unfortunately it was usually the first thing he did in the morning. He was used to being called in the middle of the night, something crazy was always happening in Beacon Hills, so checking for missed calls and texts first thing sort of became a routine.

He didn't have seventeen missed calls from Scott this time, only two notifications. An email from the University (most likely telling them once more just how excited they were to have him), and a text from Derek, at 6:32 AM.

What the hell was he doing up that early, and why did he text Stiles- oh. Oh yeah. Heat rushed to Stiles' face again, cheeks burning in embarrassment. He had totally sent a nude to Derek. But. . . Derek had liked it. Or at least claimed to, prank or not.

Maybe Isaac had gotten a hold of his phone, had seen it and pretended to be Derek. Ugh. That meant Isaac had seen his junk.

Clearing his throat, Stiles opened up the text.

Good morning.

A simple text, a weird one from Derek, but none the less- oh dear mother of God.

Stiles sat up in bed so fast his head spun. He shook his head, trying to rid the dizziness and stared down at his phone, mouth agape.

Right below the good morning text was a picture of Derek. A not suitable for work picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek with his hand around his hard cock.

Oh my God.

Stiles didn't know what to say, what to do. It was very clearly Derek in the photo. I mean sure, Stiles had never seen the man's cock, which was huge by the way, but he'd seen the man shirtless plenty of times, that was Derek. Derek with his rock hard abs, slightly hairy chest, deep v-line and hung, hard, cock.

Derek fucking Hale had just sent Stiles a nude.

Stiles smirked, in awe. This was the best thing that had happened to him since. . . ever. He was going to frame that photo. Was going to save it as his background on his phone and laptop. The only thing better than a picture of Derek would be seeing Derek-.

Quickly, Stiles began typing, because if that was a possibility, he wasn't going to let that slip through his fingers.

Well good morning to you too.

It was sly, teasing, perfect for the situation, if you asked Stiles.

Derek's didn't respond, hadn't seen the message. Stiles quickly typed something else up, impatient and hoping maybe more than one message would grab the man's attention if he happened to just miss the first one.

Looks like you are happy to see me.

Stiles smirked again. If Derek was dead set on stunning Stiles, or perhaps this really was a prank, a really, really, too-far prank, then Stiles would play along. Two could play at this game.

Stiles watched his phone for a few minutes, waiting for that little delivered saying under his message to say read, but it didn't change. Huffing, Stiles got up, making himself breakfast quickly and making sure his volume was up all the way on his phone.

He was shoving waffles down his throat when he got a text, but it was just Scott, asking if he was busy today. Stiles said he was.

He cleaned the dishes thoroughly and decided to take a shower.

He definitely did not jerk off to Derek. Nope. He didn't.

Hoping out of the shower, his heart rate was still up when he checked his phone, wiping away the fog that had clung to the screen, and it went up further when he saw a text from Derek.

Woke up thinking about you.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. That was. . . well hot for one, but also kinda sweet? Totally not like Derek.

Stiles looked down at his half-hard cock, interested already and gave it a slow stroke, hissing as he was still recovering from his last orgasm. Even so, he continued on, becoming fully hard in no time, just staring at that picture Derek had sent him.

Then Stiles did something so risky. Probably very stupid.

He took a picture of his hard dick and sent it to Derek.

So did I.

Derek was typing back immediately and Stiles went to his room, still naked, waiting for his response, stroking his dick lazily.

What were you thinking about, exactly?

Stiles typed back one handed. Risky. Stupid. But he kept going.

Thinking about that picture you sent me.

Stiles bit his lip again.

Did you like it?

Stiles almost laughed. Oh yes, he liked it.

Yes.

Derek seemed to think for a second, not texting back immediately. Honestly, Stiles was impressed that he texted as fast as he did, Derek wasn't exactly one with technology.

You should see it in person.

Stiles's heart hammered in his chest. He wondered what the "it" exactly referred to. He was so willing to find out.

Picture's don't do it justice?

Stiles teased.

I guess you'll have to come and find out.

Stiles sat up in bed quickly, running to his closet to throw on clothes. He threw on a loose shirt and some chinos, slipping on some shoes and brushing his teeth and quickly and thoroughly as he could. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, glad it was longer and hoping Derek would run his hands through it, pull it. As he was running out the door, starting his Jeep, he sent one final text.

Be there in ten.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847538/chapters/68179390

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sukirichi · 3 years

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[ BROKEN RECORDS ; asks ]

💌 — love letter from @kyriaan

from track 007.

Okay okay im still kinda meh'ish' but i really wanted to answer you so 😭 ill try to compile both my answer to your answer on my love letter and my hyped review on track 7 <3 so yeah another long ass rant from me 😩💕Suki... Suki pls I totally forgot Tsumu had a crush on us Suki... And then poor Tsumu ir there sulking cause he still likes u- JFBFBDVDVSJCHDHSIA omfg i wanted so much to hug him my baby I like him so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he was trying so hard to behave while just sitting there sad fhfhfvbbshsjfhbdjaofhffhsoshd TSUMU YOU'RE STILL IN MY TOP 3 BABY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

And then you throw the whole dancing scene with suna and I dont know whos on my top 3 anymore 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 SUKIIIIIIII THAT SCENE ALONE GJGJBFBSJCNFNKSOSNF OMFG IM FALLING SO HARD FOR SUNA I THINK? I think my top 3 had 4 dudes in it cause 3rd place has Suna and Atsumu tied?? Hfhfbfbfhdhsja I CANT PICK?? BUT BUT I WAS FEELING STUPIDLY DOWN WHEN READING THAT AND THAT SCENE ALONE MADE ME FEEL SO SOFT IT WAS SO CUTE AND OMG IF SUNA DID THAT TO ME I WOULD DROP ON MY KNEES AND ASK HIM TO MARRY ME CAUSE OMFGGGFFFF DUDE EVEN WENT AHEAD AND SAID THAT WHOLE 'HES GOING TO BE ONE LUCKY GUY'

Oh shit im crying again that scene lets me emotional 😭😭😭😭 someone get me a sunrin irl pls

Anyways the way that suna knows y/n is just.... FUCKING END UP TOGETHER ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST JBVSHSJBEHSISJ

Also how powerful are we?? HOW FUCKING POWERFUL ARE WE TO SCORE SUNA KITA AND TSUMU?? ARE YOU GONNA TELL. ME IF OIKAWA MOFO TOORU APPEARED HE WOULD ALSO BE ON HIS KNEES FOR US?? (okay no wait... No nooo i would legit drop anyones ass for tooru hes that powerful for me like sorry suna was fun but TOORU)

Yo nah but the whole Kita sex scene- let me breath bestie LET ME BREATH CAUSE I WAS HOT BUT AT SAME TIME I WAS FEELING GUILTY 😂😂😂😂 ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS FEELING DISAPPOINTED NEXT DAY LIKE KITA PLS BABY WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING?? 😬😬😬😬 But at same time his 'ill fuck the thought of him out of you tonight' I ALMOST MOANED YASSSSS TELL ME DADDY HOLY SHITTTTT

👀👀👀👀 Still not a kita simp ✌️✌️🤏✌️

Okay Kita deserves the best tho I mean okay he went there as a y/n mom's plan but he did ended up helping alot... Especially cause he knows no matter what y/n heart will always be suna's and pls give Kita the best ending possible cause he deserves someone who will trully love him and show him the world cause mah boy deserves it

*breaths in breaths out* i hated this scene- not in a bad way but shit i hate rejections... To the point im kinda afraid of confessing now cause i despise the feeling of being rejected... The best i can descrive it it like this coldness in your chest that descends your whole body and then you feel frozen in place.. Thats how it feels for me I hate it I absolutely despise it- its also the feeling i have when in a really bad situation and ugh...

The suna part made. Me feel this no matter how many times i reread it the feeling doesnt lessen it keeps being there cause (okay you probably are tired already of me saying this but) Suki I feel like I cant put it in words how much of a fucking good of a writer you are. Ill go ahead and say you are by far my favorite writer the fact i always feel so engaged and the fact i always feel like im there its just- it blows my mind.

I felt like suna was personally rejecting me and i hated it- i swear the moment he said prove it I almost screamed HOW? My brain had to take a moment to just slap me and say: 'kya you reading this is not happening chill-' cause i was already sobbing uncontrollably... I even whimpered the dont leave me 😬 my sadass went to bed feeling so sad thanks to suna... Man i wanted so much to hug him and i swear i would give him as much love as he gave y/n cause well i kin suna alot in this series cause im like that im a giver i treat others the way i would like to be treated (reason why ive been down lately ✌️) and i cant blame suna for finally setting boundaries- his call tho 'do i not stand a chance with you anymore y/n? Are you really not capable of falling in love with me?".... Oh suna... We are in love with you.. We always were we're just fucking stupid 😩

Also mari pls go jump off a cliff <3 youre in need dear cause sleeping with other man just to separate suna and y/n <3 i want so much to punch her 🙂🙃

Now for the love letter part (im so sorry for this being so long ✌️)

You said that if we asked suna he woukd say that he genuinely loved mari okay... Ill go ahead and say yes he liked mari he even learned how to love her and he genuinely cared for her BUT and heres where my personal view comes in so maybe ill be biased here still for me that was just a he loves her as in he cares you also love your friends and care for them but he didnt love her- and by this I mean- he could never be fully committed for her. Yes he loved her and he felt happy with her but like track 7 proved everything he would do in the back of his mind was y/n he deeply wished Mari was her and for that he just loved Mari cause he learned how to care about her- but he never forgot who he trully was in love it. Also the happiness he experienced with Mari was pretty much the one I experienced the bliss of having someone there and that bliss also made suna turn a blind eye to all the red flags from Mari cause to him all the jealousy meant she cared and thats toxic but suna was so desperate for some sort of 'she cares' that even all the possessiveness was bliss for him... And that makes my heart clench for suna...

'suna had to put an effort for the relationship' and saddly i feel like mari didnt... Mari didnt care mari was there because she was a fangirl of suna and got lucky, the way she just discarded him so effortlessly that proved-screamed how much she loved him- she didnt. She was just possessive over him she liked the whole 'hes mine' dynamic and suna was the perfect boyfriend cause he was giving her the world... What he wanted someone to do for him.

Also yeah suna and y/n might have been spurred from them being fuck buddies but well love doesnt really have an agenda- they just clicked, understood each other and had chemistry yeah they had tons and tons of sex but feelings started not because of sex but thanks to their deep connection... Also that dsncing scene in track 7 that alone spoke for their whole relationship- that alone is enough to defend their feelings for each other- yes it might jave started just as fuck buddies but ended up in them loving each other deeply and that is enough love after all doesnt need a perfect start. It can start out of the most stupid ways.

You said life with excitement and fun wouldn't be permanent or real.. Honestly i think it could be.. Cause i mean when you love someone that deeply your life always feels exciting even with the littlest things and that the purest kind of love. Even just going for a walk at the beach would be fun for them or even staying up watching movies i believe suna and y/n would always find a way to make their lofe exciting without much effort.

Also it kinda makes me. Sad when i see some anon saying that y/n and suna relationship are toxic? It makes me. Confused maybe because I was in such extremely toxic one (girl i sweat if you search for toxic relationship my ex's face will be there as an example 🙄) that Mari to me screams toxic! Possessive, manipulative, jealous and a few more if I think closely about it while with y/n and suna they are just two idiots that are hurting each other cause they're just that: idiots one that is afraid to get hurt and the other that keeps hoping- dont get me wrong what they're doing is not healthy but i dont find it toxic honestly

Sorry for the extreme long rant 8D I tried to keep it short but you always make me so hyped to talk about your works 😩

Hfbfbfhfhfieia

[ from saeren ]

NAHHH CUZ I LOVE TSUMU SO MUCH HERE HE WAS SO PRECIOUS. I didn’t write too much about them in college but Atsumu was so cute when he crushed on YN. he was always sending her memes and cute texts like “have you eaten” “good morning” and she’d feel so awkward because she doesn’t know how to let him down easy without hurting him. either way tsumu would feel hurt. AND YES PLS HE WAS SO SAD I MEAN, HIS CRUSH AND HIS BEST FRIEND NEARLY HAD SEX RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM SO THAT’S GOING TO HURT

SUNA AND ATSUMU TIED?? tbh I loved that dancing scene bcos suna is one of my faves and I really wanna do that with him hehehhehe. NAHHH PLEASE SAME IF SUNA DANCED WITH ME AND MADE A WEDDING PLAYLIST I’D BE LIKE boy what’re u waiting for let’s get married now !! n yes he said whoever YN will choose in the future will be one lucky guy IM SOBBING RN

naur cuz. there’s something about dating your best friend. I’m not saying a boyfriend wouldn’t know you as well but there’s something different when you’re best friends first. they could literally share eye contact and have a long ass conversation just from that. their connection is different.

HAJKALA AS FOR THE POWER, BR! YN IS A VERY CHARISMATIC AND FRIENDLY PERSON !! she’s like one of those people you meet that not only are they attractive as hell, but they’re also super approachable and down to earth. that’s why she’s so popular + she’s flirty and can make a stranger feel welcome or comfortable in the first meeting. SGSHJAK I WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING TO ADD OIKAWA HERE BUT I WANNA MAKE IT MORE INARIZAKI CENTRED

the seggs scene with kita SOBSSSS he’s such a soft dom IDC he knows where the clit is, he knows how to hit it. he’s a “your pleasure first before mine” type of guy. kita is perfect, PERIODT. HE GIVES DADDY VIBES HUH AHSKAA HE’S SO SWEET YET SEXY IM IN LOVE WITH HIM ISTG IF SUNA WASN’T OUR BEST FRIEND THEN I’D RUN FOR KITA ALL THE TIME. and I agree, kita deserves the best !! and don’t worry, I actually plan on giving kita the best ending, I promise you he’ll be fine (slight spoiler there)

YESSSSS OMG I’VE BEEN REJECTED BEFORE AND THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I FELT, MY BODY WAS SO COLD AND I WAS SO CONFUSED LIKE IT MAKES YOU THINK. am I not good enough, did I do something wrong, do you not wanna give me a chance or try it out but ofc I’d never say that out loud. AND KYAAA AAAH IM YOUR FAVORITE WRITER??? NO CUZ YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. I remember ur asks way back reckless era and you used to tell me that my writing made you picture the scenes easily and you felt you were there in that moment and I’m just so grateful thank you so much <33

NO BCOS WHEN SUNA SAID “prove it” I was like. this is it. that’s his hot boy shit moment. man’s has had enough of being thrown from one toxic relationship to another and he also deserves his good moments yknow. and you kin suna here?? BESTIE IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT, SUNA’S BEEN THROUGH A LOT HERE AHSJAKA. that’s true about suna tho !! he’s definitely affectionate + a giver. he’s happy being the one who gives most of the time but he’s a human as well, ofc he’d want to receive the same amount of love back. ALSO HIS PHONE CALLLLLL ugh tbh that part was the one that made me the saddest bcos he’s just. he wants to know if there’s really no more chance. all this time he never gave up. but he’s also tired so if yn says ‘no more’ then he’ll give up. its his way of respecting himself too ahsjaka

YOOOOO I AGREE WITH THAT. he cares for mari as a person but not 100% as a lover. but ofc he’s still thankful for how happy she made him because she was there at his worst. and that’s true, deep down suna still wishes that it was YN who’s right beside him. he will always ALWAYS want her back. he learned how to love mari in a way that was more out of mutual care but not in the way he loves YN. no that’s reserved only for YN – she will remain no 1 in his heart. AND YESSSSS the reason why suna overlooked the red flags was bcos to him, its something that was supposed to be “normal” like no perfect partner existed. he thought mari’s attitude of pushing YN away was normal, and its normal to want your partner’s best friend keep some distance but not to the point of mari’s place where she literally wants the two of them to cut each other out of their lives.

and aww I’m so happy that you realized how I wanted to portray suna and yn’s relationship. they’re….like the definition of youth in its freest form. they were fucking around and doing stupid things, but they had a connection. they had something deeper than just sexual intimacy. even if they never dated or even if YN never proposed the idea of it, they would’ve actually been still great friends. and oooh I actually don’t remember saying life with excitement and fun wouldn’t be real HAHAHAHA so I can’t comment further on that. but I think when I ‘said’ those I probably meant that it’s not always going to be all rainbows and unicorns in a relationship. there’s no such thing as a relationship that’s always happy and sweet 24/7, but ofc it can be sweet and it can be pure even with the little things <33 they just need to work on it.

hmmm tbhhhh… suna and yn are toxic in a way that they refuse to let each other go when they clearly can’t meet halfway. toxic doesn’t have to be limited in just being mari-like in which they are possessive or manipulative, because then if we’d drive deeper into yn’s personality, then she’d be stringing suna all along and that’s unfair of her. she knows suna wants more and yet she remained being friends with him, which totally isn’t a bad thing, but it’s because she keeps flirting with him and is so romantically comfortable with him that she doesn’t realize it’s hurting suna because he’ll give double meanings to that. their relationship is ‘toxic’ because they’re not entirely good for each other, they’re not that ready to be with one another yet and neither is the world letting them be in peace, so forcing their relationship to a point they’re hurting another is the toxic part.

[ from @kyriaan ]

Ah also not me feeling all proud and mushy cause my analysis made you mind blown fjfbdnsjdkpa 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I guess its also because i see this story as a really big mirror of my own toxic relationship sonits extremely easy for me to get it... And oh boy the way i kin suna here

But dhdhfjdospdhfbsoa 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i feel happy now *huggles*

[ from saeren ]

and aah yes ofc, I’m really happy whenever someone can see the underlying details I scatter throughout the story !! yeah omg same hahahaha broken records is also half inspired by the toxic people I’ve met. I kin kita here tho and I’m so glad you’re happier now !!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series ( broken records )#tw: toxic

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puckngrind · 4 years

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What’s In A Name:8 - J. Toews

Chapter 8

Where we left off: Bekah accompanied Jon to the NHL100 Gala and he suggested they could live in Chicago together.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,396

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His season ended in round 1 and anyone could see the disappointment all over Jon’s face for the first few weeks after being knocked out in four games. Bekah came to game 1 and wore the jacket he bought her with his name and number on the back. The conversation from LA still hung over their heads but was not discussed by either with the end of the season. Work was crazy for her and summer flew without seeing Jon much. She did take a Friday off in August to take the long weekend go see him at home in Canada. She could see why he spoke about home the way he did. It was peaceful even with the sounds of slap shots waking her up one morning. She toed out to the kitchen to see coffee already made and prepared to her liking of a splash of honey and cream. She hummed while taking the first sip realizing it was exactly how she made it. The large window in the back eliminated source of the sounds echoing through the house. Jon was working out on his mini rink in the backyard. She opened the door with nothing on but one of his old, warn UND shirts on.

“You are crazy Tae!” Bekah emerged with coffee in hand leaning on the railing of his deck. Jon laughs and starts to make his way to her.

“Determined is usually the adjective used Beks.” His sweaty lips dip down and brush against hers. “Determined. Also, good morning.”

He was very determined to get her to Chicago. He knew she loved the city but the conversation in LA was looming over every discussion of a weekend with him. It took a ton of effort for Brynn convincing Bekah to go for the Blue Jackets and Blackhawks game in October. She helped Bekah wiggle some of work accounts during a few lunches and wouldn’t stop talking about it until they booked their flight. Bekah was working so hard that she resisted at first but Jon was thankful for Brynn’s persistence got her to his city.

Brynn rolled her eyes when Bekah walks in from the parking garage in her playoff jacket within Toews airbrushed across the back and a I heart Chicago T-shirt under. “I’m happy for you friend but you are an Ohioan damnit!” Brynn laughs and links arms with Behkah so they can head to the arena.

Jon scored and had an assistant handing the Blue Jackets a lose. Brynn laughs as the two friends embrace near the locker rooms and head their separate ways. “Have fun you two.” She waves more at Jon than Bekah.

“Nice game Tae.” Bekah looks up at Jon as he takes her under his arm.

“I felt your energy, Baby.” He kisses her lips. “Let’s head home.” The words lingered but weren’t touched by either one.

Bekah loved the way Jon smelled post game. It was intoxicating especially as he pressed into her making her legs push hard into his ass while she moaned out his name loudly.

“Come on Beks.” Jon encourages feeling Bekah’s orgasm coming. His not far behind. Bekah’s back arches up and he works faster. Reveling in the way their bodies moved in sync.

“Jon, I...” She moans out while her toes curl tightly into his legs.

“Merde Beks! Je t'aime.” Jon grunts out as he climaxes and collapses into Bekah’s trembling body.

“Uh, what did you just say?” Bekah tries to catch her breath. “Tae?” Jon whinces realizing the gravity of his words. “Jon.” Bekah tries to move him but he just lays with his head in her neck attempting to catch his own breath. “Jonathan! What the hell did you just say?”

“It was French Beks.” He finally moves so she can see his face.

“You orgasmed in French? You’ve never... have you ever... wait. What did you say?” Bekah questioned.

Jon’s mind and heart are racing. Of course he loved her. But saying it in French while cuming wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to tell her for the first time especially when they hadn’t established anything beyond exclusivity. “Babe, I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I swear I heard t’aime. Isn’t that love?” Bekah feels the heat coming to her cheeks. Her hand swiping at sweat on Jon’s hairline.

“Beks. Maybe. I don’t tend to remember what we say in the moment. Plus my brain is hardwired for both languages. Remember, I learned French first.” Jon searches her eyes and sees a smile appear.

“Well that was new. I didn’t hate it but it was new.” She kissed his lip tenderly. “Does it mean something when you brain switches like that?”

“I don’t think so mainly comfort I guess but we’ve been pretty comfortable for awhile. Seriously Beks. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before, ever.”

“Interesting.” Bekah struggled her shoulder out of not understanding before kissing his lips and Jon was thankful for the dropped conversion.

Work picked up for Bekah again. Her firm was given the task of the Cannonball for the CBJ foundation. As the marketing department she was stressed. She took a few days at Christmas and spent them in Chicago. His family didn’t join this year because of the schedule but he was thankful to see her in the mist of maybe her biggest project yet. All-Star break came and went. Jon didn’t make the All-star team so he came to Columbus and spent time with her but mainly in bed then she was off to work. Brynn didn’t mind when he suggested lunch out and invited her knowing they had a standing lunch date.

The week of Cannonball Brynn walks in with flowers. “These were delivered for you.” Bekah could hardly see her tiny best friend over the ginormous bouquet. Bekah’s eyes bug out of her head when her eyes adjust to them. She has only received flowers once at her office and it was when her grandfather died and they were from Brynn and Derek not her boyfriend. Jon sent her flowers for her birthday but to her apartment and not to work.

“Holy shit Rin!” Bekah gets up to grab the flowers and places them on the ledge behind her desk.

“There is a card.” Brynn points towards the center of the roses. “I didn’t read it. Still sealed.” Brynn’s face lights up as Bekah fishes out the note and opens it.

To the purrdiest lady at the ball,

You have worked so hard and I’m so proud of you.

Always, Tae

Bekah’s heart skips a beat and her face has a smitten smile across it.

“Does he always end his notes that way?” Rin questions.

“What? Huh?” Bekah rereads the card and looks at her best friend puzzled.

“Always, Tae. Does he always sign things like that?” Bekah just nods gliding her fingers over the text. “Very similar to that tattoo you have isn’t it.” Brynn flicks her finger to Bekah’s left side where the Always yours tattoo was.

“He’s done it before seeing the tattoo.” Bekah’s brain remembering the note she kept in her wallet from when he gave her his jersey. Butterflies erupt in her stomach thinking about the similarities.

“Yeah, just adding to the list of your no name thing there Bekah.” Brynn breaks the silence caused by Bekah’s realization. “Those flowers are stunning! I’m gonna let you call that handsome man.” Brynn waves from the door and Bekah turns to inhale the arrangement of red and white roses.

She picks up her phone and calls Jon.

“You didn’t have to but they are beautiful. Thanks Babe.” Bekah hardly let’s him say hello.

“Oh, well deserved. You worked your ass off for this western rodeo campaign and I just wish I could be there to push you across that dance floor, Beks.” There was a silence that they both let happen.

“I miss you.” Bekah finally whispers.

“I miss you too Beks but I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Cannonball got Bekah all nervous. She ended up wearing the same dress that she did for the NHL 100 gala with some major convincing from Brynn. “You worked hard, that dress is amazing why not wear it and we can enjoy ourselves.” It definitely didn’t go with the theme and Bekah considered if it was too much for an event she was technically at for work. The fundraiser was perfect. Being country themed the players showed up in hats and bolo ties. About half way through Bekah felt the weight of the project lift off her shoulders as she started to mingle among some of women from the Chicago trip and the team. Her comfort level in the hockey world had dramatically changed and even Seth Jones noticed it when they were talking. He had run into her and Jon at the All-Star game in 2017 that became the focal point of the conversation. Bekah crawled into bed way later than she expected and didn’t wake up until her phone was ringing before her alarm.

“Hey Tae!” Bekah knew it was only Jon calling that early.

“Why the fuck do I see Josh fucking Anderson’s arm around you on Twitter?” Jon chokes out through his teeth.

“Huh?” Bekah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“I was looking through the tag from your event and scrolled to see a picture of that cocky new call up Jacket with his fucking arm around you. Bekah... I... I....”

“You need to breathe Jon. No one had their arm around me especially Josh.” Bekah grabs her tablet from the nightstand to find this picture. The mention of Josh’s name made Jon almost growl.

“Well it sure as hell looks like he’s all cozy with you.” Bekah can tell Jon is pacing the floor. She hears the hard thud of his feet even over the phone.

“Jon! We. You and me, we are exclusive. I’m not seeing or talking or flirting with any other man.” Bekah scrolls as Jon breathes heavily into the phone. She finally sees it. From the angle of the photograph it does looks like Josh’s arm is on the small of her back and not whatever he was propping himself on. A small smirk on Josh’s face as she is talking to Seth. “Jon, Honey, I’m looking at the picture right now and I was just talking to the boys. Seth was asking about what part of the All-Star game I enjoyed since he saw us in LA. The conversation was about YOU,Tae.” Bekah waits and hears Jon swearing in both French and English. “Jonathan Bryan Toews calm the fuck down. You have a game tonight and you cannot be all like this.”

“Like fucking what Bekah? Pissed that my woman is looking like she’s talking to another man and one that is in my profession and one that I have to play soon. Pissed that we won’t call this what it fucking is because we live in different states or are scared or whatever it might be? My head hasn’t been in the right space and it’s hard to lead a damn team when I’m this way.” Jon stops pacing and can hardly hear over booming from his pulse in his ears.

“I... I don’t know what to say Jon.” Bekah feels the prick at the corner of her eyes.

“Well maybe you need to figure that out. I need to get to the rink and settle down. I’ll talk to you later Beks.” Jon hisses and hangs up. Bekah pulled her pillow over her head and starts to cry. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying but she just did it. Jon’s word echoing in her thoughts as she did.

The two texted a few times in the next few weeks and even Brynn could feel there was something off. “Bekah, he’s coming in town tomorrow night after their home game. You need to talk to him.”

“Rin, please don’t.” Bekah looks up from the salad she’s just pushing around with her fork.

“Call what you two have whatever you want but it’s something and in the last few weeks you’ve been a puddle of a human instead of the annoyingly hot for Toews bestie I’ve come accustomed to. You two make each other better you know?” Brynn stares into her best friend’s eyes seeing all the confusion that was stirring.

“But Rin.” Bekah whispers.

“Just go talk to him.” Byrnn spells out and Bekah knew she was right.

She texted Jon asking to meet in the lobby. He said he had a late team meeting but could slip out for a moment. Bekah’s heart beat faster and her cheeks flooded red when she sees him walking towards her.

“Hey Beks.” Jon leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” Bekah blurts out.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon stands close but not too close. “What’s up?”

“We haven’t seen or talked to each other in awhile.”

“Yeah, we’ve been busy.” Jon rubs the back of his neck looking down at her and she sees his pocket buzz.

“I... I... fuck... why is this hard?” Bekah whispers almost to herself as Jon’s pocket buzzes again.

“Beks, I don’t know but I really have to go. Tomorrow night, after the game I’ll meet you down in the tunnels like always okay?” He dips down and kisses her cheek before jogging off.

Bekah shook off the odd exchange and the next day wore her Toews jersey as she had been doing the last few seasons. Brynn’s eyes were bright when she got into Bekah’s car and saw the familiar jersey but said nothing. The ladies were closer than normal for this game and when Jon skated by during warmups she saw a slight smile across his face.

The game was not great and Bekah could swear she saw Jon push Josh after the whistle and words were exchanged but when Brynn said she didn’t see anything she wrote it off as paranoia. The Blue Jackets won and when Anderson scored in the third Bekah felt Jon’s eyes on her while the entire arena erupted in cheers. After the game, as always, Bekah waited for Jon between the home and visitor’s locker rooms. Bekah getting chirped by a few of the player who saw her in the Toews jersey and recognized her from Cannonball. Bekah sees Jon and starts toward him. His expression soft as he makes his way to her.

“Bek-caw!” A booming voice behind her calls out. She turns to see Josh with his hands to his mouth. Seth, and Boone behind him in the tunnel. The boys all wave and she waves back then turns to see Jon standing in front of her. A grimace now flooding his face.

“Ready?” Jon pulls his arm tight around Bekah and she felt his whole body was tense.

“Yes, Tae. Let’s get outta here.” Bekah squeezed Jon and the two made their way to his hotel room. Once inside Jon drops on the bed kicking off his shoes but fully clothed in his suit. “I’m sorry Tae.” Bekah curls up into him and she can feel the tension radiating out of him. Jon finally groans and moves their bodies. Stripping Bekah’s clothes off first then his own in almost silence. Just the sounds of movement and kisses filled the air. He slinks down her body and presses his tongue into her core.

“Fuck Jon!” Bekah jumps and he presses his hand down at her hips to keep her body in place. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up after an orgasm rips through her body. His fingers curling into her as he sucks and flicks at her clit. Bekah yells out his name as the second orgasm crashes over her with even more of an intensity than the first. Jon only let’s up for a moment while he adjusts her legs and slams his throbbing cock into her. The room now filled with curses and moans. Jon biting at Bekah’s shoulder while she claws at his back. He thrusts hard into her then stops. Her eyes that are screwed shut fly open and the intensity of Jon’s eyes was a lot to take. Pupils blown, the look of want and a hint of something she couldn’t put her finger on before he rolled his hips out and slammed back into her. Bekah’s hands fly up to brace herself with the headboard. Jon’s hands move so he’s on his elbows with his lips ghosting her lips. “Mine.” He whispers then presses his lips on hers. Bekah feels Jon twitch deep inside of her which causes her body to climax again. Jon rolls off of Bekah. His hard expression softens and he kisses her then heads to the bathroom. She expects him to return but when the shower turns on she pads over to the bathroom.

“Tae?” Bekah looks into the shower and Jon’s forehead is pressed against the tile and the water is running down his back. He doesn’t move or answer. “Baby?” Bekah enters the shower and wedges herself between the shower wall and his body. Jon’s eyes closed and her hand comes to cup his cheek. “Jon?” Bekah runs her thumb across his cheek.

“I’m sorry Beks.” He opens his eyes and looks at her.

“Sorry for what?” She keeps her hand in place and blinks the spray from her eyes.

“For everything Beks. For everything but I’ll start with my behavior in bed just now.”

“Jon.” Bekah goes to kiss his lips and he moves.

“Let me finish. I got jealous. I got pissed off. I didn’t talk to you. I have let you and my team down. I just...” Jon takes a deep breath.

“Jon, let’s get out of the shower and talk okay?” Jon nods his head and let’s Bekah lead him out. She dries them both off and snuggles into his chest in bed.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and runs his hand down and up her arm then pulls her body flush with his.

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“And the jealousy thing?” Bekah looks up at him.

“I couldn’t see beyond a poor camera angle and got angry that these local guys could see you almost daily. That they could easily have you if they wanted to.”

“But they don’t and they won’t.” She reassures him. “And the whole mine thing?” Bekah whispered out and rubs her shoulder.

“Fuck Beks did I hurt you?” Jon kisses the spot that already looks like it’s bruising.

“It was in the heat of the moment and I’ll be fine. But Mine Jon? The possessive sex thing isn’t exactly you.”

“I know. I just... fuck.... fuck... fuck.”

“You fuck?” Bekah laughs. Jon sits up on his elbow and looks down at Bekah.

“Bekah. I love you and I know we said we aren’t naming this but I love you and I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you this years ago.” Jon leans down and kisses her lips.

“Jon...” Bekah breathes out.

“And not just love. I don’t want to live without you honestly. When we leave each time it gets harder. When that hint of cinnamon smell from your pillow is gone I find myself in the kitchen trying to replicate it but it’s your smell. You. I want you. I want you to come to Chicago, run my new foundation, build a life with me, together. Je t’aime Rebekah. I said it once before and didn’t realize then that I meant it but I do.” He drops back down so their faces are inches apart.

“Jon.” Bekah places her head on his chest. He combs his fingers through her wet hair.

“You don’t have to say anything Beks. I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it. I’m okay with being just this. Okay? Just know that’s what I want is more and if you don’t then we keep doing what we are doing but if you consider even a little bit of what I just said that we can start slow and not all at once. I’m in this for the long haul Beks.” He hand glides under her chin and slowly moves it to look her in the eyes and kisses her lips again.

“Okay.” Bekah quietly says.

“Okay? Okay to what Beks?”

“Okay....”

#what’s in a name fic #WIAN #jonathan toews fic #jonathan toews #tazer me 19 #love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻‍♀️#happens in the 2017 2018 season #j toews fic #j toews

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ciceroisthefamilycat · 3 years

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The conclusion to the VA/BL reread with Silver Shadows and Ruby Circle (here’s the post on FH, here’s the post on the VA closers SB and LS)

I think I forgot to emphasize this in the last post: it is bullshit that Adrian still had the Alchemist-paid-for apartment after the events of “TFH” and only becomes more unbelievable that Trey has it still in “SS”... I do not get it

Like with SB and LS, I would make a lot of plot changes in the adaptation.

Silver Shadows

Fun fact: her golden lily on this book cover actually flashes a little gold in the right lighting, and I love that

This one, especially the majority of Sydney’s stuff in the first half or so of the book, was much better than I remembered.

Adrian’s stuff had me far less forgiving. I realize he’s struggling with a fictionalized elevated form of bipolar disorder and he developed addictions in trying to self-medicate over most of his adolescence/early adulthood so far, but as far as his actions go... the part where he blackouts for something like three weeks while in Sydney’s chapters she’s so certain he’s going to rescue her... it really frustrates me. Especially because Richelle writes him as self-flagellating over it, but Sydney immediately reassures him “oh, no, I just got the gas turned off, you couldn’t have really done anything...” as if those three or so days weren’t a big deal with the way the time crunch worked out later... it’s one of those heavy-handed things where I don’t feel like Richelle ever actually makes Adrian own up to his errors in the same way the rest of the main characters have to. Including: Wesley Drozdov and his motley crew show up again, and Adrian plays big hero and outs their dabbling attempt on Sydney, and then with Keith later on thinks to himself “at least I’d taken no for an answer from girls” as if he hadn’t insistently pursued both Rose and Sydney (including the scene at Alicia’s Victorian inn in IS) and been revealed to have dabbled at least once. Like, good that he’s trying to make up for past behavior, but again and again it comes off to me as glib or insincere (in the way it’s written- that he’s some model that is exempt from causing harm). This especially pisses me off in the way he treats his mom for sticking in a loveless marriage to his dad (did Adrian forget about his mom’s affair with Ambrose btw?) for financial security, and even with the hypocrisy being pointed out to him and him begrudgingly admitting it in his mind, or he drags Nina to Sonya’s to try and get her compensated for her work and she’s all googly eyes at him, but his acts of chivalry feel empty. And this extends to Marcus, too, to a lesser extent. Look, I love Carly (all the Sage sisters mean the world to me) and I’m glad that she became an advocate for fellow survivors and I get what Richelle was trying to do in empowering survivors with Carly’s character, but Marcus’ star-struck admiration of her (being made speechless by her strength) felt weird and make me uncomfortable.

On to Sydney’s stuff, holy hell her side of the story is dark. And this conversion therapy nonsense in it is part of why I desperately want canon queer leads in the adaptation (preferably Sydney herself, which would yes mean Adrian and probably Rose... that’s my prerogative). Is that potentially triggering? YES. But Richelle took that step when she laid it on so thick with the allegory. In the meantime, I love the supporting characters that Richelle drew up to be in the center with Sydney. Emma, Duncan, and the rest (the fellow detainees- not Sheridan... she can burn) and I want more of them (seriously, Richelle made some great underexplored groups with the Unpromised, the Keepers, the Merry Men, and then these additional Rebelchemists). There is a weird mention of Sydney having arranged some supply closets on one of the floors, despite whatever scene she did that in seemingly having been cut (there was also a line Rose ascribed to Victor at the end of Last Sacrifice about sending Jill away, so it’s not unheard of). When I first read the book (with a long break before), the degree to which Sydney was using magic in there felt illogical, but rereading directly from the other books, it is more justifiable. I think the Detainment, and Sydney’s struggles there, is some of the best writing Richelle managed in the books, and I don’t have any changes to that part.

But the escape... is actively worse than I remember it. There are glimmers of some great stuff in there- I mentioned in the last post how much I love when Sydney wakes up Hopper and sobs over him, and that still is powerful. But omfg Sydney (and Adrian) hold up the stupid stick so many times in these chapters. To be clear, first-off: Adrian should have gotten blood before they ever went into the desert. In the worst case, he and Eddie (the night before the infiltration) should have gone off to the side and done a feeding (doesn’t have to be Eddie, since I imagine he actually has a bad reaction to them since FB, but it does have to be someone willing). Eddie would have enough time to recover, especially with adequate food. Setting that aside, the actual events of the escape work for me. So I guess it’s more the after. Sydney and Adrian should have driven straight to Las Vegas (if they wanted to stop in the other town and change clothes and switch cars that’s fine with me- I even like the senior citizen tour they were on; p.s. we never learn if the Ivashkinator was shipped back to Palm Springs or anything, which is very surprising to me). Their decision to stay in a hotel overnight, even as much as Sydney did deserve that kind of relaxation, was stupid beyond belief. I would have preferred they got to Vegas, were spotted by Alchemists but made it to the Witching Hour without issue, and then Adrian got them a room, and that was the point where Sydney relaxed and slept. Consolidate some of that. Let Sydney have her luxury bath, and a haircut from Adrian, and other stuff there. Let her mention to him that the first photo she saw of him was taken near there, and hey, did he know Rose had bought a car in Russia that Sydney loved. And when Adrian goes down to make some money to further their escape, that’s when he realizes they’re being watched- there are too many yellow and orange auras. Let them have a less exorbitant wedding than in the book- no ridiculous mermaid dress that Sydney can’t expect to move in and that is ridiculously expensive (she can still have a beautiful stunning white dress). Let her start with the blue sneakers. Let Adrian find a place to get the ring made, if that’s necessary (or just use the dang cufflinks as are for the time being and pin them to the fancy attire). And Jill sends the chopper directly to the Firenze for an “Italian” wedding. They can still have the showdown with Sheridan on the roof- just simplify everything.

And then when they get to Court- let Sydney do more of the talking. Let her (righteously) call out the conditions in the reconditioning- the torture because she showed empathy to Renee who couldn’t even eat on her own, the torture they inflicted on Emma to break her- she didn’t betray her own kind, the Alchemists are repeatedly betraying their own kind, pushing them into the darkness of an empty hole. Oh, and this necklace around her neck, that Sheridan took for her own before Sydney reclaimed it, the morning glories were painted by the man she loves. And she rejects the Alcehmists having any authority on her. She’s a witch of the Stelle coven; she’s Sydney Sage Ivaskhov damnit. And when her dad tells her that if she doesn’t come with them, these will be the last words she ever gets to say to him? She gets to ask him if he knew what happened to Carly, if he let it happen under his own roof because he wanted a son like Keith more than the daughters he was blessed with. I want Sydney arguing her case, having her real communion. I said the same for Rose and Spirit Bound, and Sydney deserves the same here.

p.s. there are a lot of structural parallels between this book and BP/early SB- Sydney’s reeducation being like Rose’s time in Novosibirsk, the Tasarov escape from SB (which Eddie directly mentions) immediately followed up with a Vegas trip

Ruby Circle

Dang it. Look, I no longer hate the idea of Sydney and Adrian raising a kid. Their ending in RC was a lot better built-up (and a lot less bitter for Sydney) than I thought the first time. But the road to get there...

I hate the Jill being kidnapped by Alicia part (and I don’t buy the Warriors working with her). Honestly, just let them deal with Alicia during the events of Fiery Heart (when next to nothing else is going on). Like, Adrian and Sydney come off really badly in my head for “causing” her kidnapping because of a personal vendetta against them, when they came there to protect her in the first place (I realize the actual fault was with Alicia, but the feeling stands). Also the pointless scavenger hunt leading them from Pennsylvania (so conveniently, even though Alicia would have had to go there to set her traps after abducting Jill in the first place?) a month after the fact to whatever castle (then to Michigan) then to Palm Springs and the infiltrating the Warriors mission... it’s all too much (also I refuse to believe Sydney cast those stinging demons... that’s so dangerous I can’t even). Given the introduction of the Stelle in FH, and the unnecessary Malachi stuff, it works better to do that all then anyways. (I still want Jackie involved somehow of course) Instead of sidelining Angeline at Amberwood, she should get to be involved in the hunt for Jill (same as Eddie was for Sydney).

In other parts... Wesley Drozdov was never a good character. I really didn’t need even a mention of him in this book. I also... don’t buy how stigmatized Adrian was for marrying Sydney. I can see it being a scandal, or a laughingstock, the source of snarky asides and derision, but Richelle never built it in VA or the earlier BL books to being as heinous as she then tried to make it (so that Adrian could feel suffocated by Court, just like Sydney). I would have been much more interested in trying to see Sydney blend in, and take a stand in the Moroi world (and seeing her try to ally with nonroyal Moroi, but that also still not going super smoothly because they don’t like being on the same level as a human), and maybe her trying out her magic with the Moroi fighters that Mia and Christian had formed (that beautiful, blessed little moment), and then if it integrating there didn’t work admitting that it just... wasn’t going to. Rather than not even trying.

I understand that Richelle was building up with Adrian’s fears of completely losing it with Nina, but she just got screwed over in both of these books. (We’re acknowledging that it was wrong of her to kiss him in SS when he wasn’t even conscious, and moving on). And then Olive got screwed. And Neil got screwed. I said before that I don’t mind Sydney and Adrian raising a kid. But I mind a whole heck of a lot that Richelle killed (essentially) Nina and Olive both (in bullshit, tragic ways) and then wrote Neil off so that Sydney and Adrian would have to raise a baby. Let Sydney be pregnant. Let her be recovering from the most traumatic event of her life, she and Adrian forewent protection on their hectic honeymoon/escape, she’s going to be a mom to a Dhamphir and wow that’s going to be weird for her... and meanwhile this allows her to get through to Olive. To promise Olive and Neil that Sonya and everyone else will not use their baby as a test tube. Nina can still go up to the brink (maybe she passes it and the spirit trio of Lissa, Sonya, and Adrian have to heal her), there can still be a Strigoi attack at the Refuge in northern Michigan, but ffs cut the crap treatment of those three to pass on a readymade kid to Sydrian. It is a trope that I loathe. I also dislike the “ohmigod” fangirl characterization of Mallory, and while the Rand stuff was better than I remembered (that is to say, he is terrible and everyone acknowledges that and no one makes light of it the way I misremembered), I could do without it (especially since I’d prefer that if they keep Dimitri and Adrian cousins, they addres it much earlier).

Honestly, I would do the following:

the start of the season for RC (which doesn’t match its name??) has Sydney and Adrian locked down at Court and they can’t help like they want to, so they try to adapt and do what they can there, including Adrian trying to get Nina to calm down; their friends from Palm Springs and Marcus team up altogether and get an infiltration squad with the Warriors of Light; Eddie gets to participate; they rescue Jill, and get some of the data on the Alchemist/ Warrior collaboration

the Moroi Court finally gets into action on the age and family laws in earnest; meanwhile, Sydney is helping carve out a niche for the rebel Alchemists to work with the Moroi, especially for Strigoi hunting groups like what Mia and Christian wanted to organize; Jill and Sydney are helping each other emotionally recover from their respective hostage ordeals; Sydney realizes she’s pregnant, which helps Adrian realize in a dream with Olive that she’s pregnant, and finally sees her location marker

it’s “rescuing” Olive time; Neil gets to go too- with his presence, things don’t all go to shit; there is a Strigoi attack in retaliation for the new hunting groups, but heroes persevere and protect the commune; the data on the Alchemist/Warrior collaboration, and the Rebelchemists work with the Moroi, gives the perfect leverage now to get the Rebelchemists their freedom and establish Sydrian’s future together

SO, after rereading Bloodlines

I dislike Sydrian less than I did, though I still think Adrian could be vastly improved if adapted as a woman

the second half gave Eddie more to do, but still not enough emotional focus on him

man Amberwood and its supporting characters disappeared; I get that Adrian isn’t likely to settle in California long term, but can I please get more resolution to those characters, whether it comes from more focus in IS, or a graduation ceremony or something?

Abe also disappeared which is strange

man, Sydrian have a lot of daddy issues. because their dads are both abusive jerks. but why oh why did Jared end up collaborating with the Warriors for tattoos? was it because of anger over ‘losing’ Sydney or just greed? I’m glad that Zoe and Sydney at least started to heal things, and that Zoe is ok where she is

we still never got answers on who restored Lee... Clarence only showed up for deus ex machina money and shelter and I guess blood (did Marcus ever get to speak to him again?)

minor grievance: Richelle described the Warrior recruits as being almost evenly distributed between men and women, with a slide toward men, before two pages later saying there were 30 potential guys and 13 potential ladies, and remembering that, oh, yeah, the Warriors didn’t really use women on the front line; I don’t want any of that subplot adapted I just... editing?

#DoBetterByOliveAndNinaAndNeil2030 (who gets to name their kid Declan?), #LetSydneyUseHerBeautifulBrain

#I'm a VA girl #long beneath the cut

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thatmultifandomhoe · 5 years

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Hookup on an Airplane

Overview: You were finally achieving your dream of traveling the world, and first stop was South Korea. After a stressful morning and a long flight ahead, all you wanted to do was sleep on the plane, but when your seat mate offers you some help to take care of a certain problem, well, the flight suddenly becomes more fun than you expected.

Word Count: 7,505

Pairing: Hoseok and Reader

Genre/Rating: Traveling AU - Fluff - Humor - Smut galore - then back to fluff - Rated R

Warning: Oh fuck, okay, here we go. Sex in an airplane bathroom (please don’t test this theory out) hand fetish? Fingering (female receiving), Daddy kink, reading porn, dirty talk, implied Dom Hoseok and implied submissive reader (does that make sense?), hand job (male receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex.

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©thatmultifandomhoe 2019. Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without permission.

Author’s Note: So there’s actually a story about why I wrote this particular Fic. If you’ve been on my blog for a while, then y’all most likely know of my friendship with @worldwidebt7. We have some wild interactions and enjoy torturing each other with gifs of our biases, and have no shame in starting Gif Wars.

There was one particular Gif of our mutual Bias Hoseok that circulated the internet - the one where he was walking out of the airport wearing only a denim jacket that was barely buttoned up and his shorts were hanging low. And my dear Ali - @worldwidebt7 - among our mutual dying, said that if I were to write it, she would draw it.

The evidence as stated:

*Cue the evil laughter.* With that being said, if you’re interested, you can check out that conversation right here. If not, you can skip to the story.

Have fun!

Standing on your toes, you bit your bottom lip in concentration as you tried to shove your duffle bag into the overhead compartment. From the looks of it, the people sitting in your general area had no idea how to place bags and decided to simply toss them in and sit down. You on the other hand, were a Tetris addict and knew how to make any shape fit into any spot with room to spare, and it was driving you insane that you couldn’t rearrange the bags already in here without getting help.

You glanced over your shoulder to see that a line had built up as they waited for you to get out of their way, so taking a short break you moved into your seat, grateful that no one else in your aisle had shown up yet.

As the line of people filtered out to their seats, you took the moment to sigh, running a hand through your hair. This was supposed to be a fun get away vacation to travel, try new food and create memories, but so far yesterday and up until a few minutes ago, it had been nothing but chaos. A simple phone call with your best friend ended up in the two of you fighting, which resulted in you going to bed late so when you woke up this morning, you had to rush and push the speed limits to make it to the airport on time. Now you couldn’t even get your stupid duffle bag into the overhead compartment.

All you wanted right now was sit in your seat and drink a few of those small nip bottles that the air hostess offered.

“That’s my seat.”

Ripped from your thoughts, you were surprised to see a man standing in the aisle, a ticket in hand and a bag on his shoulder. A purple bucket hat covered his hair and his white mask was pulled underneath his chin, allowing him to speak clearly.

“Uh, sorry. I just need to get my bag up there,” you spoke, pointing up at the apartment.

He leaned his head back and smiled, offering a hand. “Oh, I can get it in there for you.”

A part of you wanted to tell him no, that you were perfectly capable of getting it in yourself, but you knew that if you tried again, you’d only be humiliating yourself. With how everyone else just threw theirs in, it was no use for you.

Handing over the bag, you smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

In seconds, he had your bag up in the compartment and after a quick glance around, shut the door to it.

You couldn’t believe it. “How?”

His eyebrows raised at you in surprise, hands still up on the compartment. “I’m sorry?”

“I spent forever trying to get it in there but it refused to fit,” you explained. “But you were able to do it like it was nothing.”

He stood there in the middle of the aisle, not entirely sure how to answer your question. Luckily, he didn’t have to come up with something on the spot.

“Excuse me,” an air hostess spoke, coming up to your row. She smiled but the corners of her eyes didn’t move. “We’ll be getting ready to take off soon so the two of you need to sit down.”

Apologizing, you turned your ticket back over to check the seating. “I’m in the window seat,” you told him, moving further into the row until you sat down.

He squinted at his own ticket and looked at the seat number on the outer aisle. “Looks like I’m in the middle. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

The nice stranger gave you a quick smile as he got in his own seat, slipping his bag on his lap before buckling up. “I’m Hoseok by the way.”

Figuring he had been kind enough to put your bag away for you and seemed like a decent person, you didn’t mind saying your name.

Conversation stopped then as the air hostess’s voice came over the speaker, going over the safety procedures and how to work the seatbelts. After only a few minutes your attention span was itching for something else to focus on, not able to pay attention to her monotone voice anymore.

Shifting in your seat, your noticed Hoseok glance at you out of the corner of your eye, but you played it off as simply trying to get comfortable. You were, but as you leaned back against the head rest, you found yourself stealing another peak at him, this time trying to not get caught.

It was obvious he was dressed for comfort. Sweat pants and a basic tank top, but his jacket with the white stars going down the sleeves seemed like a last-minute decision. Either this wasn’t his first time flying and he just wanted an easy trip, or he didn’t give a damn about airport appearances.

Since you were rushed this morning, comfort had been the only choice as you had thrown on a pair of old jean shorts and a tank top. It was also supposed to be hot when you landed in South Korea, so you weren’t risking death by heat stroke.

“Boring, isn’t it?” Hoseok softly whispered, leaning his head slightly closer to yours when he finally looked at you.

“Yeah,” you murmured, wetting your lips as you glanced at the front of the plane for a brief moment. When you looked back at Hoseok, the corner of his brown eyes crinkled up in amusement. This close up, you were able to make out the faint heart shape his lips made.

It was cute.

“At least we’re all the way back here,” he continued, shifting to the side and leaning closer to you momentarily as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket. “That way we’re not in her direct line of sight.”

“Thank god,” you joked, opening up your purse for the small book you had tossed in a few nights ago. “I don’t think she really knows what it means to smile either.”

He chuckled, shoulders shaking as he leaned back against the head rest, barely paying any attention to the flight attendant.

After locating the novel, you raised an eyebrow as you tried to look above the heads of the people sitting in front of you in a last-ditch attempt to pay attention, but you were unable to see clearly.

“She’s almost done,” Hoseok murmured, spotting you trying and adjusting in your seat out of the corner of his eye.

You lifted your hands off your legs as if to praise the holy gods hiding up above, making Hoseok laugh again. He was right though. By the time you settled back against the seat, the voice overhead came to stop, allowing various conversations to pick up once again.

Flicking through the pages, you noticed Hoseok slouching back in his seat, his chest rising before he deeply sighed. For some reason, the action caused the corner of your lip to curl up, amused by him.

“I hate to be that boring seat mate,” he spoke, capturing your attention again. “But I think I’m going to sleep since this is gonna be a long flight. Do you mind snagging me any of those snacks they come around with for when I wake up?”

“Not at all,” you reassured, his smile sending your heart racing.

It seemed like only minutes afterwards, once you were finally reading your book, Hoseok was out like a light. Now that you weren’t worried about getting caught, you took the chance to glance over your seat mate.

He was without a doubt, hot as hell. The tips of his hair reached his eyebrows, skin perfectly tan. Then there was the fact that he was actually nice, and funny. Jeez, he was batting for a hundred on your list.

Licking your lips, you turned back to your book, rereading the first sentence for the fourth time already. It felt like forever by the time you were reached the end of the first page, but as you continued, you couldn’t recall what you had already read.

Another glance at Hoseok had you inhaling a shaky breath. His arms were loosely crossed over his stomach, his fingers long and thin like a pianist were resting on the armrest. On its own, your mind conquered up other images, all possibilities of how he might use those fingers on you.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, closing the book shut to lightly slap the cover against your forehead.

This was going to be a long ass flight.

True to your word though, each time the hostess came around with snacks, you acquired one not just for yourself, but also for Hoseok for whenever he woke up. It had gotten to the point that you had a small little pile and when she came around again, you didn’t dare ask for the mini packet of peanut butter crackers with the look she gave you.

It had been three hours since Hoseok fell asleep, but when he did wake up, he frowned as he glanced around, disorientated from the nap and as if he couldn’t remember where he was.

You waited a few moments for him to gather himself before holding up the snack sized M&Ms, giving them a little shake for extra effect.

“I have snacks,” you softly declared, not wanting to disrupt or annoy any of the other passengers.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile as you passed his stash over to him. “You are the best fucking person ever. Thank you.”

Shrugging, you took a sip of your water while he ripped into the food. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re still the best.”

That made you chuckle. “I just saved you some snacks, it’s not like I gave you a winning lottery ticket.”

“Anyone else would have just gotten themselves the food,” Hoseok pointed out, pausing to swallow before continuing. “And would have figured that since I was sleeping, I get to miss out. But it’s not my fault for being so tired. I blame my friends for that.”

The comment caught you off guard, making you wonder if he was going to go off on a rant. But despite not knowing the context, you were able to relate to a point. “What happened?”

He shook his head, leaning back in his seat but this time, turning so he was facing you. “One of my best friends, Yoongi, just got out of this relationship. He’s been with this guy Jungkook for years – who’s a great guy by the way, I mean it - but they broke up. I still don’t know why, but Yoongi called me drunk off his ass, and so I had to go find him and bring him back to another friends’ house where we tried to calm him down and get to sleep.”

You winced at the mention of a break up. Break ups were never any fun, and to have to help out a friend with one the night before a flight to another country, it was a miracle that Hoseok hadn’t slept longer than he had.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

Hoseok shrugged, focusing on the remaining M&Ms he dumped into his palm. “I’m just hoping they work it out.”

“How long were they together?”

“Four years.” Holding out his hand with the candy, he nodded for you to take some. Not wanting to be rude, you took the red ones as he continued.

“They’ve both had it rough but together, it’s like they were able to overcome their problems. They brought out the best in each other. Which is why we’re hoping that they get back together.”

Despite not knowing the troubled couple, you found yourself nodding in agreement. What you knew about love, was that it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows like it was made out to be. The honeymoon stage wasn’t a permanent residence, but a minor travel spot on the way to the main destination.

“Enough about my friends,” Hoseok suddenly spoke, looking up at you. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

A smile grew on his face. “What got you buying a plane ticket to South Korea – and I’m assuming here – all by yourself? Didn’t want to share the adventure with anyone?”

This time, you were the one shrugging as you looked down, pushing the last two pieces of candy around in your palm. “It’s kinda dumb,” you warned, glancing at Hoseok.

He frowned, head tilting in interest. “Nothing’s dumb if it means something to you.”

His remark had you pausing. All your life you had been told to chase after your dreams, but to also be smart going about them. Sometimes it was better to simply walk than to run. So growing up, you always did what was expected and played things safely, that way one day, you would be able to go running like you wanted.

“When I was younger, I always wanted to go backpacking through Asia,” you explained, feeling the weight of his eyes as he focused on you. You couldn’t remember the last time someone gave you their attention like this.

“Back then though, I never realized how much time and money it would take to do that, so I always thought it would never happen. But then I realized, just because I couldn’t visit every single country in Asia at once, didn’t mean that I couldn’t visit a country or two once in a while.”

Again, you shrugged, sheepishly smiling when you noticed that Hoseok hadn’t looked away. When he didn’t say anything right away, you began to wonder if maybe you had said too much. Maybe you should have said that it was just a spur of the moment trip, anything to have kept it short and simple.

“See,” Hoseok gently spoke. “That’s not dumb. In fact, it’s pretty smart and admirable that you’re doing something you’ve always dreamed about. Not a lot of people follow their dreams anymore.”

Raising an eyebrow, you leaned back against your seat. “No offense, but that sounds like a line from Tangled.”

His lips curled into the sweetest smile then as he laughed, your own giggles joining in as the two of you ignored the pointed looks coming from the air hostess as she passed by.

“Hey, I could make a great Eugene Fitzherbert you know.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Giggling again, you ran a hand through your hair, glancing at your phone that was in the other. With a quick tap it revealed the time, although that didn’t really matter because the flight itself still had over ten hours left. Before you were even able to stop and cover your mouth, a yawn suddenly escaped.

“Why don’t you take a nap?” Hoseok suggested. “We’re gonna be flying for a while, might as well catch all the sleep you can get.”

You hummed in agreement, already thinking it’d help to pass the time too. Hoseok chuckled, watching as you shifted in your seat to find a moderately comfortable position – although he knew that was absolutely impossible to do on an airplane.

It only took a matter of minutes. The combination of lack of sleep and nerves on flying solo to a foreign country where you knew no one, had eased while talking with Hoseok, allowing you to slip into an easy and more than welcomed nap, with dreams that involved your seatmate in ways that would have had you blushing had you been awake.

Blinking your eyes open, you squinted in the somewhat dark airplane. The lights above each seat where turned off with the exception of a few passengers up front, otherwise enveloping the rest of the plane in darkness.

A groan slipped through your lips as you sat up, back cracking from the awkward position you had shifted to while in dreamland. Pressing a hand against a specific sore spot, you glanced over at Hoseok, remembering your unusually vivid dreams.

His lips had been murmuring filth in your ear from behind, long fingers trailing down your stomach until they reached down to your core as his hips snapped at a merciless pace. You wondered if he groaned the same way as he did in your dreams, breathlessly but rough as he took you the way he wanted.

You wet your lips, shakily inhaling as you settled back against your seat, this time uncomfortable for a whole other reason. This was the last thing you need. Hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking about it in the first place. He was practically a stranger; someone you’ve only known for a handful of hours and the only reason for that was by sheer luck. If had decided to cancel your flight, you were certain that you wouldn’t have ever met him.

But the more you thought about it, the harder it was to not imagine it. Crossing your legs, you mentally cursed upon feeling the familiar wetness. Now you really were uncomfortable and aching for some relief.

Locating your phone, you chewed your bottom lip while opening up your blog feed, scrolling through it in an attempt to find something to hold you over. If not until you were able to check in to your hotel room, then to at least the end of the flight.

You mindlessly scrolled, passing pictures of nature and the occasional text post, stopping to read one that captured your attention for more than a few seconds. Nothing however, seemed to distract you from replaying your dreams, even finding yourself zoning out occasionally.

Since you weren’t paying attention, your thumb was still scrolling for you, and when you finally refocused on the screen, you sat up with a sudden jolt. Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at the image. The blog name was a familiar one, jogging enough recognition from your memory that you knew it wasn’t SFW at all, and the black and white gif that was being used at the top of the post only emphasized that.

A quick glance at Hoseok confirmed that he was once again sleeping, head back, eyes closed and earbuds firmly placed in his ears. You should have exited out and onto a different blog, but when you finally looked back at your phone, you automatically swallowed at the sight of a cock ramming into some woman.

It had been a while since you last had sex – only having yourself and a trusty vibrator to take care of the job – and after that dream, it didn’t take much to get you horny. Taking once last look at Hoseok to make sure he was still asleep; you dimmed the brightness to zero and began to read the erotica.

His fat cock slammed into her, sending her gasping as she gripped the blankets underneath her. He had slid in with ease, their previous playing had left her plenty wet enough. As he thrust, her clit rubbed against the blankets and she was moaning, delirious as his grip tightened on her hips.

“You like that baby?” he grunted, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass echoing in the bedroom. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

She moaned instead, pushing onto her elbows so she was no longer lying flat on her stomach, but he was quick to put her back into that position and tugged on her hair.

“I told you not to move unless I said to,” he spoke, slowing his thrusts in response to her disobedience.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” she groaned, hoping to please him so he’d go faster again.

He grinned though and stopped thrusting, using his other hand to slap her ass, enjoying the way her body jumped at the contact and her moan when her clit was pressed harder against the blankets. “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for being a bad girl,” she was quick to answer. “Sorry for not doing what you told me to do.”

"That’s better.” Releasing her hair, he grabbed her hips and without warning, tugged her further off the bed so this time only the middle of her stomach and up were actually on it, and harshly thrust into her, setting the pace faster than when he stopped. “But I’m not sure if you deserve to cum.”

She whined, no longer feeling the rubbing on her clit anymore. “Please Daddy. Please let me cum.”

He grunted from above her, slamming into her slick pussy as he reached a hand up to squeeze her nipple. A ripple of pleasure jolted through her and her walls squeezed around his cock. His was the only one that filled and fit her so perfectly. They had been at it for hours now and he already made her cum more times than she could count, but her body reacted to his touch and demanded another orgasm from him.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes Daddy, please. I’ve always been such a good girl.”

She was, he knew that, and so he wrapped an arm around her hips and reached down with his other one, vigorously rubbing her clit as he went harder and faster, feeling his balls tense up in his own orgasm.

“That’s some shitty porn,” a hushed voice whispered in your ear.

You jumped in your seat, fumbling to turn off the phone as you clutched your pounding chest, suddenly looking up.

Hoseok had raised an eyebrow, chuckling at your reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to read over your shoulder, but I caught one line and couldn’t stop reading.”

You were still shocked. You had gotten caught by your hot seat mate while reading porn. But instead of that making you feel uncomfortable, it turned you on even more.

“It’s…it’s fine,” you murmured, wetting your lips as you forced yourself to look away from him.

He softly hummed in amusement, watching as you shifted in your seat. While you had been engrossed in your reading, he had taken the moment to look around. Everyone around them was sleeping, and the flight attendants were at the front of the plane.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against the outer curve of your ear, making sure they touched with every word. “You don’t seem to mind being horny on a plane.” He murmured. “In fact, you seem to be…unsatisfied.”

Any memory of how to breathe seemed to escape you then, leaving you like stone at the feel of his soft lips. He was right though. If anything, you wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and finish the job, but the gears in your mind shifted.

Finally taking a shaky breath, you softly smiled as you carefully placed your palm on the inside of his thigh. “Are you suggesting that you finger me?” You murmured back, feeling your heart race when his hand slowly crept up your own bare thigh, fingers teasing the skin when he reached the edge of your shorts.

“Actually, I was suggesting we fuck,” he answered back. Tilting his head, he kissed the back of your neck, fingers roaming over near the place you wanted them. “But like I said, that porn you were reading was shitty, and I’m betting that I can make you wetter than some half ass erotica.”

His tongue wet the skin he kissed and it took everything in you to not lean back in pleasure. If you did, he wouldn’t be able to kiss you. “How about both?” You breathed out.

Feeling his lips curl against your neck, his hand cupped your covered core. “Sounds like you’re my kind of woman.” He lifted his head to double check that no one was looking as you fixed the blanket to cover both your bodies.

The thought of what you were doing sent a thrill through you, and while Hoseok was shifting in his seat to get closer, you slipped a hand underneath the blanket and undid your shorts, tugging them down just enough to give him the room he needed.

When Hoseok slipped his hand back underneath the blanket, he was surprised to feel the soft lace of your underwear instead of the rough denim. He darkly chuckled as he circled your clit with his index finger, leaning his head against yours once again.

“Eager, are we?”

“Please,” you whispered, shifting your hips against his touch.

He kissed your temple. “Stay quiet baby, or else we’ll get caught.”

When you nodded, he rubbed his fingers over your covered center, teasing and working you up. His touch was like being electrocuted, pleasure coursing through your body and this was only a tasting. What you wanted was him inside you.

Sliding his fingers under the fabric, he nearly groaned upon feeling how wet you already were. “Scoot forward a little,” he murmured, all while rubbing your clit.

You pressed your lips together to keep quiet, but as you shifted like he asked, it took everything and then some to hold back the moan when he slid his middle finger inside. His soft groan echoed in your ear and for a moment you thought someone heard, but when you saw no one looking back at you, your body relaxed against the seat.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out only to push them back in. As much as he wanted to say fuck it and go to town on you, he had to be mindful that the two of you didn’t make too much noise as he easily slipped a second finger in.

You shakily sighed, moving your head to lean against his shoulder instead as he slowly pumped you. When his fingers were coated, he pulled them back to circle your clit, resulting in you gasping as you clutched his thigh.

Hoseok gasped himself, grounding his teeth so not to groan, because what you had grabbed, was not his thigh.

It took a second, but as you felt what you held, you realized that instead of going for his thigh, you had grabbed his crotch. Specifically, his dick.

The blanket covered Hoseok as well, so you slipped your own hand under his shorts and underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was hard and without the blanket, there was probably a noticeable tent.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as his fingers briefly stilled. He hadn’t expected you to go ahead and do that, but he found himself lifting his hips every time your hand went down.

He was fairly thick, but what your mouth watering up was his length. You wouldn’t be surprised that if he was fully erect in these shorts and went without the underwear, he’d have a peeping tom. Testing the limits, you ran your thumb against his head – feeling a bead a pre-cum already coming out – and spread it across him.

His hips jerked, but he didn’t forget about you. Your legs were already shaking and he could hear you trying to catch your breath, so he figured it must have been a while since you’ve been with another person. The thought that you were letting him do this – on an airplane nonetheless – made him grin as he focused solely on making you cum.

“Oh god,” you whispered, feeling your insides twist in anticipation. “Fuck, Hoseok…” Knowing that you risked getting caught, you didn’t think twice about burying your face in his shoulder, biting down on his jacket while squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm washed over you.

Even then he didn’t stop. Not when you bit him or as he felt your hips jerk as he pushed you past the breaking point. All it did was turn him on even more.

“See,” he murmured, slowly removing his hand from underneath the blanket without touching it. A quick glance around the room reassured that the two of you were still on the safe side. “I can make you wetter than damn erotica.”

You nodded in agreement, lifting your head off his shoulder just in time to watch him stick his fingers in his mouth – the very ones that had you seeing stars. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked them clean, his dark eyes overfilling with lust until he popped them out.

Never in your entire life had you done something as risky as this. You weren’t one who didn’t know how to keep their hands off of their boyfriend while in public. But Hoseok wasn’t your boyfriend, and maybe that was why you found yourself leaning forward and kissing him, endorphins running wild as he reciprocated and shoved his tongue in to mingle with yours.

It was wet, messy, and everything you wanted.

“Gotta let go of my cock baby girl,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “Or else I’m not gonna be able to fuck you senseless.”

He was breathing heavily but was still smiling, especially when your eyes widened in shock and you released him. How you managed to forget that went beyond you, but it wasn’t surprising when Hoseok started to speak again.

“Everyone’s still asleep, and those flight attendants are still up-front talking shit.” Looking over his shoulder, you followed his line of sight to see that the bathroom had the green sign on it. “You go in first and I’ll be there in a few. I’ll knock twice so you know it’s me. That is, if you still want me to fuck you right now.”

If you were still thinking with the rational side of your brain, you should have realized that this wasn’t the smartest thing to do. Hell, it wasn’t even the most sanitary place to have sex. But rationality had been thrown out the window the second you kept reading that blog. And if you were being honest, after feeling Hoseok’s dick in your own hand, you’d be a liar to say you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless. He had the jewels to do so.

“Don’t make me wait long.” Pulling your shorts back on, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. Like he had said, everyone else was still sleeping like rocks, and as you closed the door to the bathroom behind you, the area was empty.

When the door closed, you leaned your back against the wall, trying to figure out how it was going to work. The space was small and cramped, with just barely enough room for one person. The toilet had a lid covering it, so maybe he’d be able to sit…your thoughts were interrupted with a gentle knock at the door, and then a second one.

You quickly opened the door and Hoseok didn’t waste time to get in, closing and locking it behind him. Without the blanket covering him now, his erection was obvious in the shorts he wore.

Once he was in, all thinking went out the window as he hungrily kissed you, hands slipping your shirt and feeling your body up as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Now that the two of you weren’t out in the open, Hoseok softly moaned against your lips.

As abruptly as the kiss started, he pulled back while simultaneously undoing your shorts. “Even though I would love to fuck you like you deserve, we don’t have enough time.”

“How are we even…?” Your voice faded out as Hoseok chuckled.

He abandoned your shorts and gently taking you by the hips, turned so you were facing the wall, placing your hands up in front of you. “Oh. This makes sense.”

“Got any better ideas baby?” Hoseok asked, taking it upon himself to push your shorts down for you.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked over your shoulder, smiling at him when he met your gaze. He was dropping his own shorts, his dick fully erected as it slapped against his lower torso. In seconds he was going to be inside you. That thought alone not only had your arousal dripping down your thigh, but your mouth watering.

“I’m on the pill,” you said instead, propping your arms against the wall while pushing your lower half backwards for him.

For a second, Hoseok frowned in confusion, but the clarity of what you said appeared in his eyes with a low groan. Knowing that he was short on time, he pressed against you and pushed your panties to the side, sliding a finger through your lips and into you with ease. “You are dripping baby,” he murmured in your ear, lining up with your entrance. “By the time I’m done, this pussy is going to be a fucking mess.”

With that being said, he pushed into your entrance.

Gasping, you pressed your lips together and leaned your forehead against the wall, spreading your legs a little further apart for him. He didn’t hesitate to thrust his entire length inside you, making you feel fuller than you’ve been before when having sex. He leaned his head against yours, his heavy breathing loud in your ear.

“Fuck,” you whispered, wiggling your hips against him. “Fuck me Hoseok, we don’t have time.”

“A woman after my own heart,” he teased, but listened to you. His hands tightened on your hips and pulled out until only his head was still buried inside before thrusting back in, setting a harsh pace with short thrusts due to the lack of space.

A soft moan tried to escape your lips but you shifted your arm further up on the wall, allowing you to bite the skin. The movement not only muffled your sounds, but had made you bend forward a little bit more, allowing Hoseok to hit deeper.

“You like this?” He darkly murmured in your ear. “You like me fucking you on an airplane? Or are you just so cock hungry you’d let anyone finger and fuck you?”

Not wanting to speak, you shook your head in response and luckily, Hoseok was lenient considering the circumstance.

“Just me then? Well I’ll make sure that everyone knows whose pussy this belongs to. They’ll be able to smell the sex coming off of you.”

Closing your eyes, your legs began to tremble from the awkward position. His words were absolute filth, and it turned you on even more. You wanted him to do everything he said to you and more.

“Too bad we’re short on time,” he spoke. His cock was already tensing up and his thrusts were coming harder and faster, but he wanted you to cum once more. Releasing a hip, he slipped his hand back down the front of your panties and gathering some of your slick, he vigorously rubbed at your clit. “I’m gonna pump you full of my cum, and you’re going to keep it in for me baby girl.”

You jerked in his grip, chest heaving and tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes as he drew another orgasm from you. Unconsciously, your walls gripped around his cock and with the feeling of you cumming on him, Hoseok thrusted harshly once more and pressed his chest firmly against your back, releasing inside you.

The small room felt like a hundred degrees and as Hoseok held himself still inside you so not a single drop spilled out, it felt like you were coming down from a high. Knowing that this was the only chance you could do this with Hoseok, you wanted another hit despite that little fact.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok pressed his forehead against the side of your head, gently kissing your cheek, a surprising action considering how he had been a few seconds ago. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was also rubbing your hips, like he was trying to make up for something.

“You okay?” He softly asked, lips brushing against yours in a faint kiss when you turned to look at him.

You nodded. In fact, you felt more than okay. You felt fucking fantastic.

The corner of your lips curved upwards as you closed the short distance between your mouths, kissing him again. This time slowly, savoring the way his lips moved with yours.

“We can kiss all you want out there,” he joked, pecking your lips once more. “But we need to get out of here undetected first.”

For the first time your mind wasn’t hazy with lust and desire. Now that the two of you were sexually satisfied – somewhat - it was easy to find humor in the situation. As you pushed off the wall, Hoseok carefully pulled out of you, sliding your underwear back in place.

“Not a single drop spilled,” he cooed, kissing your shoulder before tugging your shorts back up. When you were dressed, he maneuvered you so you were closer to the door. “You go first. I’ll be out in a few minutes baby.”

Waiting for him to turn back around, you unlocked the door and slid it shut once you were out. The short walk to your seat had you rolling your eyes in disbelief. It wasn’t all that surprising people were still asleep, but the flight attendants were still at the front of the plane, unaware that two of their passengers had just fucked in the bathroom.

However, you were smiling as you sat down, tapping the screen of your phone for the time. It was early in the morning, but there were still several hours until the plane landed. Pulling the blanket back over your body, you had just gotten comfortable when the seat next to you was no longer empty.

Turning to look at Hoseok, you were confused to see that his tank top was balled up in his hand and only wearing his jacket with two buttons fastened to keep it closed.

“What happened?”

His nose scrunched up as he took his plastic drink cup, pouring some of the contents on it. “While I was cleaning up,” he whispered, glancing up the aisle. “Some of it had gotten on my shirt. Are they still up there?”

“Yeah.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “God, you’d think they were the ones having sex.”

You jokingly jabbed him in the sides, making him laugh as he cupped your cheek to kiss you.

“I’ll be right back; I need to throw this shirt out.” He tilted it to admire the wine stains, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “It’s got soda stains on it.”

Without another word, he got up and made his way to the front, his face contorting into an embarrassed frown as he awkwardly waved his hand to get their attention. From the back of the plane, you were able to watch as the flight attendant who didn’t know how to smile took the shirt from Hoseok, pointing to something that you couldn’t exactly see. Most likely a small bin for trash, but it had him smiling. Even from this far back, you could hear his grateful thank you.

His lips were pressed together, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment only to look away when his shoulders jerked in an attempt to hold in his laughter. It wasn’t until you held the blanket up for him and the two of you got as close as possible that you erupted into quiet giggles.

“I’ve never enjoyed a flight more than this one,” Hoseok suddenly said, stretching an arm around you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

You hummed in agreement, softly smiling when his lips kissed your forehead. This was not at all how you thought the flight was going to go, but you were not complaining in the slightest. Especially when Hoseok’s cum was still stuffed inside you, a reminder that what happened was not a wet dream.

“So, what are your plans after we land?” He asked.

Confused, you tilted your head back to look up at him. The plans you had in mind had long since disappeared from your mind. It was like recalling smoke. “Um…honestly, I think I was just going to check in to my hotel,” you answered, slightly frowning in concentration. “Yeah, I don’t think I had anything planned for right after we landed. I have some ideas written down, but nothing solid yet. Why? What were you planning?”

He shrugged, taking a deep breath as he leaned his head back against the seat. “Same thing, find my hotel, find somewhere to eat dinner tonight.” He drummed his fingers against your side, chewing on the side of his cheek while lost in thought. Then he turned to look back down at you, a soft smile appearing on his face the longer he stared. “What if…we stayed together? In the same hotel, and room. I hear exploring a foreign country is a lot more fun with another person.”

The smooth repetition of his fingers against your skin relaxed you, a comfort you found yourself relishing in as you sighed. The thought had crossed your mind when you were first planning on this vacation, but you had dismissed it when the few friends you knew would have joined you said they couldn’t, and with no one else to ask, settled for traveling by yourself.

Now the idea seemed lonely and unappealing, especially with this wonderful man who held you in his arms.

Sweetly smiling, you stretched up and kissed him again, taking all the time you wanted. You felt his hands wrap around the small of your back as if to cradle you, a tilt of his head allowing the kiss to become something more, but not as intense as before. Lust and desire had been replaced with adoration and a tenderness that made you want to cry. The passion was still there, and you knew that if you said no, you’d be saying no to so much more than a vacation with Hoseok.

Life didn’t casually hand out men like Hoseok every day.

You squinted at the loud noise that filled the room, confused because you couldn’t remember falling asleep again. There was a chuckling coming from above you and as you slowly sat up and looked around, you noticed that Hoseok was gone.

“Right here baby.”

Turning in the direction of the voice, you smiled when you finally saw him. He was standing in the aisle, your duffle bag in the seat where he had been sitting. “The plane landed so I got your bag for you and threw out our trash.”

“Thank you,” you said, folding the blanket as you sat there. Your seats were at the very back of the plane so it would be awhile before you could leave. “Were you able to call the hotel?” Before falling asleep, you had given Hoseok the number and address for the hotel you were staying at so that he could call and inform the staff that there would be two people staying in the room now.

“Yup,” he cheerfully answered, taking the blanket you handed him and putting it in your duffle bag for you. “And I cancelled my stay at the hotel I was going to use. They weren’t exactly, pleased with my last-minute call.”

Chuckling, you stood and looked around one last time, double checking that you had everything, before going to Hoseok and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What did they want you to say?” You teased, gently kissing him as his hands found their home on your hips. “That you met someone on the plane and decided to follow her every move?”

He laughed as his fingers drew deep circles in your sides, kissing you once before leaning back to gaze at you, his eyes shining with happiness. “More like my seat mate turned out to be this beautiful woman who I ended up fucking on the plane, only to discover that leaving her after the flight sounded worse than death.”

He had lowered his voice and gave a knowing grin as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I mean it though. Leaving you after what we did, it felt so wrong. Plus, I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“Why’s that?” You softly asked, not knowing how a simple flight managed to turn into all this.

Hoseok’s eyes seemed to radiate sunshine as he gently kissed the tip of your nose. “Because I am guaranteed two weeks, in a foreign country, with someone who I believe is going to change my entire life.”

The fact that he felt the same way, had you wondering if maybe fate had played a hand in this meeting. Noticing that the plane was starting to thin out, you knew that the adventure was only going to start once the two of you left.

“If I’m going to change your entire life,” you whispered back, “then that means you’re going to be in it for a lot longer than two weeks.”

His lips curled up in amusement, determination flashing in his gaze as he handed you your bag. “I guess we’ll find out at the end of these two weeks then.”

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OPM S2e11 Live Blog

“The Varieties of Pride”

I left work an hour early just to watch the episode sooner and of COURSE I GOT STUCK IN TRAFFIC FOR AN HOUR because the universe BE LIKE THAT. But guys holy shit this is the second to last episode of the season. So much shit is about to go down. I’m eerily calm and concerning myself soooo uh without further ado I’mma WATCH

As always I’m watching from the perspective of someone up to date on the manga and web comic!

Ok so we’re picking up exactly where we left off, but I mean how could we not, really? And Garou still looks beautiful and I still cri evr tim KEK Glasses looks SO out of place like his fists arent even raised when everyone else is pointing a weapon ar Garou like dude?? Every time Garou laughs I gain a year of life btw, also god damn he’s really drawn SO WELL here, pls pls pls treat Genos with the same respect my bby boy pls

“Where are the S class heroes” oh dear be careful what you wish for…………………. asdfghjkl “any kid who heard you would be so let down” IDK GAROU ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT. ARE YOU. ohohohOH OH OH THE STAIRCASE!!! THE CRUEL STAIRCASE!! AH ok opening theme who it gon b this week

ASDFGHJKL A CHIBI GAROU IN THE OPENING IM IN LOVE

Oh no these flashbacks are going to be heartbreaking, but at the same time I cant not see a bunch of Geryuganshoops asdfghjkl ohhh oh no Garou no Garou is literally me I was that child this is personal and it hurts stopppp I just wanted Wile E Coyote to catch road runner once JUST ONCE I was SO that kid im- also what the hell kind of show is ‘Justice man’ why does the monster sound so sympathetic like, IM JUST TRYING TO STOP OCEAN POLLUTION TOO yall fuck just Justice Fire Kick me to the face too i guess

AAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING GO MY BOY KICK ASS THIS IS LIKE THE EXACT MOMENT WHERE GAROU OFFICIALLY EARNED MY COMPLETE RESPECT IN THE FIRST PLACE THEY THINK THEY GOT HIM AND HES JUST LIKE WELL ACTUALLY FUCK YOU IMMA POWER UP BITCH AND I AM LIVING SEEING IT IN MOTION MY BOY asdfghjkl”like im not allowed to have one? talk about discrimination” son I love you THIS IS AMAZING THIS WHOLE THING IS AMAZING

BEHOLD the exact moment u shit ur metal pants, fool

IM JUST SCREAMING THIS WHOLE TIME I DONT HAVE WORDS THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION IVE SEEN ALL SEASON JC STAFF DOESNT SUCK THEY JUST POURED 100% OF THEIR TIME INTO THIS FIGHT

WHOAH calm the fuck down there smiley face man?? I’m SO GLAD they made him look crazy a bit cause I honestly didn’t even notice him just nonchalantly suggest to kill him the first read through, holy shit fuck ?????

THIS IS JUST SO GOOD IM SCREAMING HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO SCREENSHOT EVERY SINGLE FRAME ITS ALL SO GOOD

WHAT IS THIS

A GLASSES FLASHBACK

I THOUGHT IT WAS AN OMAKE OR???

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT

OH MY GOD HIS VOICE?? IM,,, BABY NO AND SAITAMA??????????? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WITNESSING RIGHT NOW

AND THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT LIMITS ST O P

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I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT THAT IN THERE WHAT THE SHIT FUCK

OH GOD

I THINK IM GONNA LITERALLY CRY THIS SCENE GETS ME EVERY TIME I READ IT LIKE I JUST REREAD IT THIS MORNING BUT-----

oh no its happening. im crying ok oh dear lord

I just…. love him so much … holy shit… ah the laugh, +1 more year life, and again oh no im becomming immortal ahhhh

ASDFGHJKL FUCK “YOU GOT ISSUES BROTHER” GODDAMNIT U READ MY MIND GAROU PLS

Oh my god. The voice sound effect here. just everything about this. Oh my god. I’m so shook holy shit shit ----- ‘Oh your still alive’ WELL ILL TELL U WHAT I AM LIVING RN SO YEAH oh no and Garous little slightly heartbroken hand gesture as Tareo screams and runs and then he just starts limping away gasping for water and then

ASDFGHUJIKL GENOS

WAIT CAN SOMEONE GIVE GAROU WATER FIRST THO

I DONT KNOW IF IM EXCITED OR HEARTBROKEN RIGHT NOW HELP the MUSIC is so INTENSE and GENOS LOOKS SO COOL IM SO FULL OF EMOTIONS AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS CONFLICTING OH NO

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THIS ANIMATION HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD EVEN THE STILLS OF THE SMEAR FRAMES LOOK FUKKIN AMAZING GOD DAMNIT

wow ok saitama and king right ok gonna pause and give my heartrate a second to come down holy shit. I’m gonna watch and rewatch this episode 2000000 times I know it oh my god. phew. ok. ok. moving on

Saitama just keeling over and SCREAMING is me 24/7 HOLY- omg I’m dying thank you opm for being a glorious mix of BADASS and PEAK COMEDY ASDFGHJKL WHAT IS THAT FACE SAITAMA this is so good. How long have they been there playing games anyway?? Aww King being concerned for Genos’s safety thats so sweet?? Also Saitama worrying very subtly I love them so much I cri

AH THERE GOES MY HEART RATE AGAIN OK asdfghjkl THE watchdog Man movements!!! LOOK!! SO !! COOL!! Ouch ok I love seeing Garou smile but not while pinned to a tree like that no nope I dont like it not one bit oh no

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THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ohhey its flowey undertale

ASDFGHJKL OK Genos looks so cool I just IM so GLAD im just so happy I cant Also IM LOVING ANIME GAROU WITH THE RED its just SO GOOD phew phew asdfghjk just EVERY SINGLE SHOT OF GAROU IS SO PERFECT EVERY. SINGLE. ONE

BANG ASDFGHJKL BANG OH MY GOD I WAS SO CAUGHT UP I FORGOT wtf this music is so funky i love it??? Holy crap???

This looks soo good I am alive I am living is this the thrill of life ?? ? Oh my god. This music is killing me this is so intense, I don’t want it to end here. Bang is also drawn SO BEAUTIFULLY here everyone in the whole episode is WAIT

WAIT

I DO NOT REMEMBER THIS FLASH BACK

THIS IS NEW

OH NO

ASDFGHJKL GODDAMNIT SOURFACE

One, Murata, JC, why did you do that. that was cruel. It hurts. i wasn't prepared. I mean im never prepared but like ESPECIALLY not for that just tear my heart out just tear it out i dont even need it please just JUST

oh no, you cant end the episode like that

please come back

wh-what about my favorite dopey bird man

please

wha

what am I looking at what is this end card “The wiping of the disciple’s butt” is that really how thats translated?? What a fukkin roller coaster

So this was by far my favorite episode of the season to date. I know a lot of people were worried about the animation quality and just overall quality JC staff has been putting out thus far, but I think it’s clear why the rest of the season has been average majority of the time. They spent. All the time. And budget. on. This. Episode. Every Character looked beautiful. The animation was fluid, not too blurry, not too flashy, well paced, and with high quality art. I just. Oh my god. I’m in denial right now that the season only has One episode left. Just 24 minutes more. Until WHO KNOWS when. Whos gonna cry with me next week? pls im gonna need like 100 shoulders my weak heart. ahh shitttttt

Side Note: DID YALL HEAR ABOUT THE OPM GAME COMING OUT??? I swear I JUST had a conversation with @joyandeggs last week about how they could make a game and what it should/could/would entail, AND LO, I HAVE BEEN BLESSED

June 2019 is a BLESSED month for me regarding OPM the past few weeks have been an OVERLOAD

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I was just rereading the married in space vegas au, and the line "Between the two of us, I'd rather be Peter Nureyev," just kills me every time. Any chance we could get another installment?

Holy crap, this past month has been packed.

But I’ve been tapping away at it when I’ve gotten a spare minute. So here’s the next bit:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

According to the Office of Annulments– there’s a goddamn department for these things– it’ll take upwards of six business days before the marriage license is in the system, and only after that will they be able to begin the long process of getting it expunged.

It would have taken three business days, but Juno had to shoot off his big mouth and piss off the clerk. That’s three more days that he’s got to pay for overpriced food and an overpriced hotel room, on top of the already ridiculous filing fees.

“If it’s money you’re worried about–”

“It’s not,” Juno snaps too quickly, and then lowers his voice to something less aggressive. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“It occurred to me that we’re both here longer than expected. And the cost of the hotel is going to be the lion’s share of the expenses, after everything else is spoken for. I certainly wouldn’t mind cutting down on that cost.”

“Good luck finding a cheaper place, Nureyev,” Juno mutters. “This is the most economy you’re gonna get inside the city limits.”

“I was thinking more of splitting the bill.” He says it so delicately it’s almost clinical. He’s nervous about asking– because he’s scared he’s gonna get shot down? Or because he’s already been shouted at once in this conversation?

“What, you mean like sharing the room?” Juno asks, careful not to sound too snide. He’s not going to mock the guy just for coming up with an idea, even if it is weird. “Sure you want to be sleeping next to a stranger?”

“Come now, is that any way to speak about your husband?”

Juno’s response is a silent, stony glare.

“I’m only teasing,” Nureyev says warmly. “But we have managed to spend one night in the same room without any major bodily harm.”

“Tell that to my hangover.”

“I don’t see why we can’t continue on this way.”

“Maybe because the last time we woke up hitched. I don’t know about you, but that seems like a good reason to me.”

“That’s just it, though,” Nureyev steps closer, and his big brown eyes are impossibly bright. “The worst of it is already behind us. It isn’t as though we could possibly be more married than we already are.”

Juno looks away. “You’re missing out on a whole lot of worst-case scenarios.” He sighs. Damn this guy. If Juno doesn’t keep an eye on him, Nureyev might actually wake up in a bathtub full of ice or something. “Okay, fine. You’ve got a point. Splitting the bill is a pretty good idea.”

Nureyev smiles, only it isn’t just a smile. How the hell does the guy get his face to light up like that?

“So which one of us is checking out of their room?”

“Would you mind terribly if I do?” Nureyev asks. “Between the smell and the lumps in the mattress, I had to check the bed twice to make sure it wasn’t hiding any bodies. The alcohol aside, last night was the best night of sleep I’ve gotten in days.”

Juno glances at the bed. A king-sized mattress. He hadn’t exactly been planning to spend this bender with anyone, or he would have gotten the two queens instead. Transferring to a new room will cost extra. So will a roll-out cot. This goddamn hotel is gonna squeeze every last cred out of him, isn’t it?

But he had this coming, didn’t he? He was so busy trying to forget all his problems that he got himself a whole mess of new ones. The bed’s made, and now he’s got to lie in it. Or… not lie in it.

“Fine,” he says. “You get the bed. I’ll sleep in the chair.” He jerks his chin at the armchair in the corner. It’s not gonna be the best sleep of his life by a long shot, but it’ll be a hell of a lot better than nodding off behind a desk.

Nureyev looks affronted. “Juno, you can’t. I’m not about to chase you out of your own bed.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“I’ll take the chair. I insist.” Goddamn Nureyev acting like a goddamn martyr. Like Juno’s not the one who got them into this situation in the first place.

“I’m taking the chair and that’s final,” Juno snaps back.

He thinks he’s won the argument, but Nureyev rises to his full height and looks imperiously at him. “Very well. You can have the chair. And I’ll take the floor.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Juno scrapes a hand down his face. Why are they even paying for a room, then? They might as well sneak into a janitor’s closet or something. “We’ll share the bed, okay? It’s big enough that we won’t get in each other’s way.”

Nureyev seems to shrink back down to his normal size. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

At least, Juno means to keep his hands to himself. After four hours on the comms with his spaceline, he’s too exhausted to really worry about who’s sleeping on the other side of the bed. Hell, he’s ready to pass out without a thought about dinner, but then Nureyev comes back from wherever he’d wandered off to while Juno was busy swearing at customer service reps.

“Did you get everything worked out?” Nureyev asks.

Juno drags himself out of the armchair. “Yeah. I’m off tomorrow’s flight, and they’re holding my seat until we can get this all cleared up.”

“That sounds like quite the victory.” Nureyev pulls a takeout bag out of his coat. The thin paper bulges around a pair of sandwiches. “Shall we celebrate?”

Juno could kiss him for that.

Maybe that’s what does it– the idea of it floating around in his subconscious while he’s asleep, making decisions for him that he wouldn’t have made. Maybe he’s just cold and gravitates to the nearest source of warmth. Maybe his body remembers the rightness of not sleeping alone.

Why it happens doesn’t matter.

What matters is that he wakes up nestled with his head on Nureyev’s shoulder, his arm around a slender waist, their legs intertwined. It would be fantastic if Juno had actually meant to do it, if he hadn’t explicitly said he wouldn’t, if Nureyev had agreed to something so compromising. Right here, right now, all Juno can feel is a surge of panic.

And it only gets worse when Nureyev yawns, showing off those sharp teeth. He’s awake. “Good morning, Juno.”

Juno tries to roll put some more distance between them, but he’s too thoroughly entangled in the sheets to make a clean getaway. “Shit,” he mutters. “Listen, I wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on you or anything. This just happened.” Goddammit, he should have slept on the floor. “I’m not some creep.”

“It’s alright.” Maybe Nureyev would be more pissed if he wasn’t still half asleep. “I can’t say I mind waking up this way.”

Seriously? The reversal hits him like whiplash.

“You wake up like this very often?” Adrenaline sharpens Juno’s voice into an accusation.

Nureyev just chuckles. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

“Jealous?” Juno raises himself incredulously on one elbow. “What the hell would I be jealous about? I barely know you.”

Nureyev gives him an odd smile. “Most mornings I wake up alone, as a matter of fact. As much as I enjoy travelling for my work, it doesn’t leave many opportunities to date. To be perfectly honest, I’d mostly given up on the prospect.”

Juno bristles. “We’re not dating.”

“Only married.” Nureyev chuckles again, completely unfazed. Funny– as tightly wound as Juno’s feeling, it’s hard to stay on edge when the Nureyev is so calm. “I know this situation is temporary, but I must say, I’m enjoying the novelty of it all. It’s something I never thought I’d get to experience for myself.”

Juno deflates a little bit despite himself. It wasn’t too long ago that he was fantasizing about married life– right before all those hopes and dreams got yanked out from under him. He’s missed all those dreams, as much as he’s been trying to convince himself otherwise. He’s missed having someone beside him as he drifts off to bed. He’s missed waking up to the sound of another heartbeat.

“Juno,” Nureyev says gently, tugging Juno out of his thoughts. “Could I ask you to indulge me?”

“More than I already am?”

“Only as far as you’re willing,” Nureyev says. “Only until the annulment goes through.”

Juno sighs. Of course. “Listen, if you want sex you can just ask for it, alright?”

“Duly noted. But I was hoping for something a little more… domestic.” Nureyev leans in, conspiratorially close, and Juno’s struck by the memory of other conversations held early in the morning, of another face blinking at him bleary-eyed as they gathered the energy to get out of bed, whining playfully for Juno to kick their slippers to the other side of the bed so they don’t have to walk barefoot on the cold floor. “So long as we’re here, I’d like to enjoy the full experience.”

“If–” When did Juno’s voice get so raw? “If you’re hoping to enjoy married life, you proposed to the wrong lady.”

Some of the languid warmth drains out of Nureyev, and he’s a little more formal than before, a little less sultry. “Ah. Apologies, Juno. I didn’t intend to–”

“I don’t mean it like that,” Juno says before he can stop himself, which is stupid. It’s so stupid. He’s got a perfect opening to get out of this situation, no questions asked, no strings attached. He should take it. If he had half a brain he would take it. But he’s always been an idiot. “If you want to play at being a couple or whatever, that’s– that’s fine. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly all sunshine and roses. I can’t promise you won’t regret it.”

Nureyev smiles, and Juno wishes he could soak up all the warmth in that smile. “Of course not. But a bit of risk is what makes it an adventure.”

#the penumbra podcast #writing prompt #fanfiction #briwhosaysni #100

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commodorecliche · 6 years

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Gimme all the book recs Please :D

yaaaaaaaaaaaas okay great. i love sharing books i love.

1. The Thief of Always - Clive BarkerGenre: Dark FantasyBig personal favorite of mine. My father read this to me when I was a kid, and it literally has stuck with me since then. Every now and then I go back and reread it just for fun. It’s a wonderfully spooky little story, accompanied by some really lovely and somewhat off-kilter illustrations. Much like Coraline, it’s a novel that is a fable for children, and a tale of terror for adults.

After a mysterious stranger promises to end his boredom with a trip to the magical Holiday House, ten-year-old Harvey learns that his fun has a high price.

2. House of Leaves - Mark Z. DanielewskiGenre: Postmodernism, horrorHands down an absolute favorite. This is a book I literally recommend to everyone. This is a book that made me viscerally uncomfortable, at times I didn’t even sleep in the same room as it. I made it sleep in the living room. There is nothing overtly terrifying about the book, but its format and its unsettlingly immersive nature will lead you down a road unlike any other.

In 1997, Johnny Truant has stumbled upon a chest full of scrap papers that had once belonged to a man named Zampono. The papers aren’t just scraps though, they’re a chaotic but detailed transcription of a series called the Navidson Record. The Navidson Record is a series of videos made by a family who has discovered that their new house appears to change dimensions almost daily, it has hallways that shouldn’t exist, doors that should lead outside but instead lead into nothingness. Johnny attempts to re-order and reconstruct Zampono’s papers, and along the way begins to lose himself as well.

3. The Postmortal - Drew MagaryGenre: Science Fiction, Postmodern DystopiaReally funny, really dark, and full of a surprising amount of morality and humanity in a pre-apocalyptic world.

Imagine a near future where a cure for aging is discovered and-after much political and moral debate-made available to people worldwide. Immortality, however, comes with its own unique problems-including evil green people, government euthanasia programs, a disturbing new religious cult, and other horrors.

4. Horrorstor - Grady HendrixGenre: Comedy, HorrorHonestly this book is just balls to the wall fun. It’s a horror novel that’s laid out like the world’s most messed up IKEA catalog. Spooky at times, ridiculous and funny, at times moving, while also offering great social commentary on consumerism and the the current status of retail workers.

Something strange is happening at the Orsk furniture superstore in Cleveland, Ohio. Every morning, employees arrive to find broken Kjerring bookshelves, shattered Glans water goblets, and smashed Liripip wardrobes. Sales are down, security cameras reveal nothing, and store managers are panicking. To unravel the mystery, three employees volunteer to work a nine-hour dusk-till-dawn shift. In the dead of the night, they’ll patrol the empty showroom floor, investigate strange sights and sounds, and encounter horrors that defy the imagination.

5. Rant - Chuck PalahniukGenre: Science Fiction, Horror, SatireThis is a book I read several years ago and that I still think about from time to time. I haven’t had time to sit down and reread it, but parts of it still resonate with me today. This is a very peculiar story and it is told in a rather peculiar fashion (it is an oral history, and as such is told in a very conversational way by a number of different characters with a wide variety of thoughts and opinions on the titular Rant. It’s hard to properly describe this book, but let’s just say it’s been in my reread list for a while now.

Buster “Rant” Casey just may be the most efficient serial killer of our time. A high school rebel, Rant Casey escapes from his small town home for the big city where he becomes the leader of an urban demolition derby called Party Crashing. Rant Casey will die a spectacular highway death, after which his friends gather the testimony needed to build an oral history of his short, violent life.

6. John Dies at the End - David WongGenre: Comedy, Horror, Dark FantasyHoly god what do I even say about this book? It is just hilariously and marvelously insane. A perfect mix of cosmic fantasy, horror, comedy, and lunacy, and I loved every minute of reading it. I still have the rest of the series lined up to read, too!

The drug is called Soy Sauce and it gives users a window into another dimension. John and I never had the chance to say no. You still do. I’m sorry to have involved you in this, I really am. But as you read about these terrible events and the very dark epoch the world is about to enter as a result, it is crucial you keep one thing in mind: None of this was my fault.

7. Sphere - Michael CrichtonGenre: Science Fiction, Deep Sea HorrorThis is one I actually JUST finished, and I absolutely adored it. I had a couple small complaints about it, but overall, it was a wonderful read and very engrossing. Plus, I’m always a sucker for deep sea horror.

A group of American scientists are rushed to a huge vessel that has been discovered resting on the ocean floor in the middle of the South Pacific. What they find defies their imaginations and mocks their attempts at logical explanation. It is a spaceship of phenomenal dimensions, apparently, undamaged by its fall from the sky. And, most startling, it appears to be at least three hundred years old….

8. I, Lucifer - Glen DuncanGenre: Religious Fantasy, Occult FictionThis book is incredibly well researched, thought out, and characterized, as well as funny and extremely thought-provoking. I’d never expected to see a story that would give me a realistic and modern look into the Devil’s side of the story. I especially never expected to see a story that would make the Devil learn what it is to be human, either. All in all just an A+, fantastical read.

The Prince of Darkness has been given one last shot at redemption, provided he can live out a reasonably blameless life on earth. Highly sceptical, naturally, the Old Dealmaker negotiates a trial period - a summer holiday in a human body, with all the delights of the flesh. The body, however, turns out to be that of Declan Gunn, a depressed writer living in Clerkenwell, interrupted in his bath mid-suicide. Ever the opportunist, and with his main scheme bubbling in the background, Luce takes the chance to tap out a few thoughts - to straighten the biblical record, to celebrate his favourite achievements, to let us know just what it’s like being him. Neither living nor explaining turns out to be as easy as it looks. Beset by distractions, miscalculations and all the natural shocks that flesh is heir to, the Father of Lies slowly begins to learn what it’s like being us.

9. The Wasp Factory - Iain BanksGenre: Psychological HorrorLook, I want to say this right off the bat. This book is… not for everyone. Trust me when I say this is an extremely dark book with a lot of dark content. I would say that if you have any potential triggers, you may want to message me first and I will give you a better rundown of what all this book entails. This is a true piece of horror fiction. But it’s also incredible. I ate this book up in about two days and it is one of my favorite pieces of dark fiction to date. So yeah, chat with me if you have any concerns, but if you enjoy truly dark fiction, then this is up your alley.

Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different and more fundamental reasons than I’d disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim. That’s my score to date. Three. I haven’t killed anybody for years, and don’t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.

10. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (the whole series, trust me)Genre: Comedy, Science Fiction, Cosmic FantasyJust trust me when I say this is a series that literally everyone should read at least once in their life. They are unflabbably hilarious in a way that only Douglas Adams could be, and they are just truly unique. This series is (rightfully) a classic and shouldn’t be missed.

Seconds before the Earth is demolished to make way for a galactic freeway, Arthur Dent is plucked off the planet by his friend Ford Prefect, a researcher for the revised edition of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy who, for the last fifteen years, has been posing as an out-of-work actor. Together this dynamic pair begin a journey through space aided by quotes from The Hitchhiker’s Guide (“A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have”).

11. World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War - Max Brooks Genre: Zombie horror, Faux HistoryI beg you - do not judge this book by the very terrible movie that was made about it. It is an entirely different animal than that mess of a movie, I promise. World War Z is a masterfully crafted book that details the zombie apocalypse in ways never before done in fiction. The Battle of Yonkers scenes and the testimony of Tomonaga Ijiro still stick in my head to this day. This book is a triumph of horror, ‘history’, and humanity, all balled into a distinctly unique experience.

The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.

12. The Raw Shark Texts - Steven HallGenre: Fantasy/Realism, Meta-fiction, MysteryThis is a tough one to put into words. I read this many years ago, and I remember it more as a series of emotional experiences rather than just as a singular plot. Which I think really speaks to its character as a book. This is a book that deals with dissociation, memory loss, our sense of self, how easily we can lose that sense, and our struggle to hold onto or to rediscover the world we know and the people we believe ourselves to be. This book is just… an experience, much like House of Leaves. It’s immersive, and at times quite unsettling.

Eric Sanderson wakes up in a house he doesn’t recognize, unable to remember anything of his life. All he has left are his diary entries recalling Clio, a perfect love who died under mysterious circumstances, and a house that may contain the secrets to Eric’s prior life. But there may be more to this story, or it may be a different story altogether. With the help of allies found on the fringes of society, Eric embarks on an edge-of-your-seat journey to uncover the truth about himself and to escape the predatory forces that threaten to consume him.

I think 12 should be good for now! I certainly have more though, if you want them!!

Bonus, Currently Reading: The Library at Mount Char - Scott HawkinsGenre: Contemporary Fantasy, Horror, Dark FantasyI don’t have a whole lot to say about this yet since I’m not very far into it, but so far it’s been extremely intriguing, and Hawkins’ writing is truly beautiful.

A missing God. A library with the secrets to the universe. A woman too busy to notice her heart slipping away. Carolyn’s not so different from the other people around her. She likes guacamole and cigarettes and steak. She knows how to use a phone. Clothes are a bit tricky, but everyone says nice things about her outfit with the Christmas sweater over the gold bicycle shorts. After all, she was a normal American herself once. That was a long time ago, of course. Before her parents died. Before she and the others were taken in by the man they called Father.

Bonus 2, Up Next to Read: Dark Matter: A Ghost Story - Michelle PaverGenre: Horror

January 1937. Clouds of war are gathering over a fogbound London. Twenty-eight year old Jack is poor, lonely, and desperate to change his life, so when he’s offered the chance to join an Arctic expedition, he jumps at it. Spirits are high as the ship leaves Norway: five men and eight huskies, crossing the Barents Sea by the light of the midnight sun. At last they reach the remote, uninhabited bay where they will camp for the next year, Gruhuken, but the Arctic summer is brief. As night returns to claim the land, Jack feels a creeping unease. One by one, his companions are forced to leave. He faces a stark choice: stay or go. Soon he will see the last of the sun, as the polar night engulfs the camp in months of darkness. Soon he will reach the point of no return–when the sea will freeze, making escape impossible. Gruhuken is not uninhabited. Jack is not alone. Something walks there in the dark…

(also if any of y’all have read these, i’d love to hear YOUR thoughts on them too)

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sassysweetstories · 7 years

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Worth The Wait

Request: “Can I request a Stiles x reader soulmate AU where whatever you write in your hand shows up on your soulmates hand and vica versa?”

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, tears (happy and sad), cheesy quotes, flirting, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Taglist: @the-crime-fighting-spider

Stiles’s P.O.V

Just because I can draw doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it. I’ve always appreciated it. But my once favorite thing is now the thing I loath most. Everyone around me, even Scott, found his soul-mate. My dad keeps telling me I’m just a late bloomer but I was suppose to at least get some sort of a message from my soul-mate by now. The turning point was eighteen. I’m almost nineteen and still.. nothing. Worried was only the start of my concern. I was petrified I was going to end up alone. “I’m sure whoever it is is they’re just nervous. Try writing something.” Afraid of public embarrassment, I ignore Scott’s attempt to help my nerves. That is until I get home. Huddled up in my room, my sanctum, I grab my favorite pen and write.

My name’s Batman.

“This is stupid.” I roll my eyes, scoffing to my lonesome self. “Why the hell would they care about that-” All of a sudden the words fade and seep into my skin. They’ve never done that before. A pang of hope runs through me before a new set of words replace the previous ones. I feel a lump form in the back of my throat as the letters form one by one. Holding my breath, I wait for whomever to finish. I don’t mind that it takes a few minutes. Honestly I could wait forever. It feels like I already have. But if I get to see more of her, or in this case, read her, and what she has to offer, than it will be worth it.

Pleasure is all mine. Name’s Catwoman.

I jump from my bed and shout, unable to withhold my joy and curiosity. She exists. I do have a soul-mate. I reread the letters and words over and over again like it’s my favorite song until they seep and fade back into my skin. I clutch my trembling hand, smiling from ear to ear. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! SHE’S REAL! DON’T FREAK OUT! DON’T FREAK OUT!” Jumping up and down from my bed to the floor. Taking deep deep breaths, I write back, fingers trembling with excitement. This was the first I’ve bared witness to my soul-mate and I couldn’t get enough.

I was getting worried I wouldn’t hear from you, Catwoman.

When the letters fade and hers start to form, I can feel each singular letter being written underneath my skin. Her handwriting looks nothing but immaculate, transfixing me. The feeling is warm and tingly, so soft that it makes me giggle. This is actually happening. I felt like I was waiting for ages to finally hear from her and now the wait feels like it’s totally worth it.

Patience is a virtue, Bat-baby ;) I hope that I was worth the wait.

Stuffing my face with curly fries, I squeal like a teenage girl before covering my mouth. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! I’M ACTUALLY FLIRTING WITH MY SOUL-MATE! HOLY SHIT!” I rummage around my room, yanking my computer out from under my desk. My digits flutter wildly as I look for cute pick-up lines, something that will intrigue her but not frighten her. We are just meeting, after-all. Making a bad impression is the last thing I want to do, especially since the wait has been so long. I write back, breathing heavily with anticipation for her response.

Of course, Catwoman. I would wait for you forever.

That’s not creepy, right? The ink seeps and then rises.

Oh, Bat-baby. You’re quite the sweet talker. Our journey has only begun.

Nice. Not creepy. I give myself a high-five, smiling from ear to ear. The rest of the night, up until around 3 a.m, we talk about everything. From likes to dislikes, to our least to favorite shows, I want nothing more then for the next day not to come. I want to sit here forever and just read what she has to say. Her letters form into a sweet voice in my head, so angelic that it takes me away from the real world. The next day, I take a set of pens and stuff them in my pocket, writing her a small good morning note before heading off to school. The weirdest part is, I don’t even dread going to class. Upon arriving though, Scott eyes my newly happy state.

I know he’s about to ask for the change of mood but he doesn’t upon seeing a set of words form from my skin. Good morning, Batman. Sorry for keeping you up so late. Until later? ;) Jaw to the floor, Scott yanks my hand, reading the message over and over again. I fall out of my seat, trying to place my butt back to the chair. “YOU FOUND YOUR SOUL-MATE?! THIS IS GREAT!!” He says excitedly, clapping my back with a proud smile. And it is great. I’m going to find her because there’s hope. Now I know she’s real and that we’ll meet at some point. The next few days we both stay up late talking- well, writing back and forth. Scott went through this same process. He said that after a few days he finally met her, that their eyes connected and everything made sense.

I only hope I have the same spark he had. The next day, coffee in hand and bags under my eyes for days, I head to class, not even bothered by my lack of sleep. That was until I noticed a new body in the principals office forcing me to an abrupt halt. Peering through the window, I could only see the persons back. Not much to go on but my curiosity gets the best of me. As Catwoman would say, “curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And I’ve got nine lives, Bat-baby.” I tilt my head ever so slightly in hopes of getting a better view of whomever’s front. The stranger sports a black leather jacket with matching dark pants with dirty converse. A hint of red flannel under his/her/their jacket that continued to poke out from the side.

I squint again before gasping and jumping to the side. The secretary and a woman it seems, couldn’t get a good look, start to walk towards the door, towards me. Dropping everything but the kitchen sink on the ground, in attempts to pick everything up and leap out of sight as Batman would, a hard surface slams right into my head. I curse and clutch my throbbing temple, a bruise already starting to form. “Ow! So much for being stealthy.. I’m a mediocre Batman..” A voice speaks from above, one I don’t recognize. “Batman, ehh? Could I be your Catwoman?” My eyes shoot up to meet the gaze the voice belonged to. Gulping and swallowing the lump in my throat, I can’t help but gape at the drop dead gorgeous woman standing before me.

She’s ethereal, absolutely enchanting. Taking a knee, she tucks some hair out of her face and wraps it around her ear before pulling out a pen and writing something I can’t see. That is until I feel it appear on my own skin. Are you my Batman? I grin and look back at her with a small smile before showing her my hand. Her smile is magnificent and wide. How did I ever live before now? I felt like a whole had been filled and my chest expanded to accommodate the feeling. “I am. Catwoman?” She giggles and surely I think she’s nothing but an angel, humans cannot sound that beautiful and angelic. “Yes. My real name is (Y/n).” I take her hand and stand to meet her gaze. She’s not an aggressive amount shorter than I am. But standing in front of her, my real soul-mate, I’m overcome by emotion.

“You’re real.. You’re my soul-mate..” The secretary who unbeknownst to us, is still present, watching and fawning silently in the corner at our love confession. I place my palm atop her cheek and just look at her with a wide smile. “I am the luckiest man alive. My name is Stiles.” She laughs again and I swear my brain goes fuzzy. If she keeps this up, I’ll be puddy in her hands. “Well, Batman, how ‘bout you show me around town. I think Gotham’s going to be a lot better now that the cat’s back in town.” She takes my hands and I unconsciously pull her into my side. “After you, Catwoman.” (Y/n) laughs at the nickname and I feel my heart sore, beating a thousand miles a minute. When she looks back at me, I can only think one thing. She was worth the wait.

(I hope you guys liked it!!)

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sincelight · 7 years

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I'm A Little Awkward, But Most People Like Me

Pairing: Yixing/Baekhyun Rating: pg-13 Genre: online friendship?

Summary: Baekhyun's a little awkward, spends too much time reading smutty gay fanfiction, and doesn't think twice before flying across the country to meet his favorite author.

He’s staring at the screen, the little line blinking, taunting him. He wants to say something. Anything. But what? Is it weird if he just gushes? Can he do that? Hi you don’t know me but I love ur fics and ur a great writer and i think i love you please be my friend. He quickly backspaces. “Definitely can’t send that.”

He lets his head fall onto his desk and pouts. “Come on Baekhyun, you’re a people person, you’re great at making friends. Just say hi.” He takes the bit of courage his little pep talk gives him and hurries to type something, not going back to reread it because he knows he’ll just backspace it all again. He lets out his held breath after hitting send and then hurries to exit out of the site, shutting his laptop and pushing it away from himself. It’s late and he should get to bed anyway, he has work in the morning.

He hates the sound of his alarm. It’s too loud. Each time it goes off, every five minutes for a half-hour straight, he silences it and forces himself not to cry into his pillow. He briefly wonders why his life can’t be like Kai’s in xingie’s latest fic. Why wasn’t he born into a rich family, with the luxury of never having to work a day in his life? He sighs, swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands.

After getting ready it’s a short walk to work, too short. He looks up at the building, the glass window with the stupid purple coffee mug smiling down at him, and is disappointed that, once again, it hasn’t burned down overnight. The sound of the bell chiming when he opens the door annoys him, but one annoyance is quickly replaced with another when his manager, Junmyeon, marches up to him with that overly happy smile on his face.

“You’re late. Again.”

Baekhyun continues walking, thinking that if he ignores him he’ll go away. But Junmyeon only follows behind him, much too close.

“Third time this week, Baek. You need to be—“

“I know, Junmyeon,” he sighs as he ties his apron around his waist. “I know.” Junmyeon gives him a look, the one he uses when customers are being unreasonable, but doesn’t say anything more. “I’ll be on time tomorrow.”

He’s left alone after that to work. This part of his job he can handle, making coffee is something he’s always enjoyed. Plus, the sounds of the machines drown out potential conversations his coworkers might be tempted to have with him. On more than one occasion he’s turned the blender on specifically to drown out whatever nonsense Sehun was spewing, that kid seems to never stop talking. He’s cute, but god damn.

His first order of the day is a mocha latte and he smiles to himself. It reminds him of a fic by xingie he’d read not too long ago; the main character worked in a coffee shop and his super cute, much too flirty regular always ordered a mocha latte everyday. He’s torn from his daydream when he realizes he’s spilling milk all over the counter and it’s pouring onto the front of his apron. He curses under his breath, quickly grabbing a rag to wipe up his mess. Maybe if xingie actually replies to him he can tell him how he made a mess at work daydreaming about one of his steamy sex scenes from his coffee shop fic. He smiles.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Sehun’s voice calls suddenly, much too close to him. “You’re happy you just spilled milk all over yourself?” Baekhyun shoots Sehun a quick glare and then turns on the empty blender.

By the time he gets to sit down for his lunch break he’s ready to go home. His feet hurt and he looks like he pissed himself and he really just wants to finish the chaptered fic he’d started the night before. He sips from his coffee mug and looks to the clock on the wall above him. Fifteen minutes, thats enough time to at least get in half a chapter. So he pulls his phone out and quickly loads up the site, tapping on his subscriptions and smiling to himself.

It’s been a long read. He’s spent most of his free time for the better part of a week reading this fic. It’s by xingie, so of course it’s amazing, but this one. This one is it. This one is everything Baekhyun’s been looking for in a fic. He’s cried twice, gotten so angry at the main character he’s slammed his laptop shut, and had to stop reading to masturbate once. Okay, twice. Okay, it was three times, but xingie just knows how to write some good sex. Baekhyun pouts, he wishes he was having good sex. He sighs, rolls his eyes and refocuses. Ten minutes, start reading, he tells himself.

He’s just about to get to the part where Kai finally, finally, confesses to the short, big-eyed boy of his dreams when someone kicks his foot. He holds his breath to keep a shout in, because he’d rather not get in trouble. So he settles for an annoyed, “What?” Junmyeon doesn’t speak, just holds his wrist up to tap at the face of his watch. Oh, Baekhyun thinks, my break ended twenty minutes ago. He throws a charming smile Junmyeon’s way as he scrambles to his feet and rushes back to work.

He groans the entire walk home. Junmyeon had sat him down after work to explain to him the importance of punctuality. Sure, he drowned most of it out, but still annoying nonetheless. He unlocks his door and steps inside, “I’m not a child,” he pouts.

His apartment is small, but he has a cat so it’s okay. And, just like everyday, Socks the cat is sleeping in a little furry ball, curled up on the tattered old couch his friend Taehyung gave him as a move in gift. He curls up in a similar ball around Socks and pulls his phone out to finally finish what he’d started at work. “Alright Kai, lets see you finally admit your feelings.”

The message notification is a little unexpected, no one ever messages him. And then he remembers his half-asleep, 3am message to xingie.

From xingie: Hey, thanks for the message! I’m glad you’re enjoying my fics… it’s kinda cool to get like, fan mail. I’ve actually noticed you’ve left me a few comments before so thanks for that! Hope to hear back from you!

Baekhyun stares at his phone, rereads the message a few times, and then screeches into the couch cushion. Socks gets up and gives him a dirty look before rearranging himself at the opposite end of the couch. “Sorry,” he says, then hops up to sit cross-legged. “What do I say back?” he speaks aloud, looking at his reflection in his dark tv screen. “How do I reply without sounding creepy?”

From dontcallmebacon: Wow, okay. I kinda didn’t expect you to reply to me. I figured you must get a lot of messages because your fics are so good. Um, I don’t really know what to say now. I almost sent you a message yesterday telling you I think I love you, but I didn’t. I really love your last fic, Coffee House. I’m almost finished reading it right now. I got in trouble at work today trying to read instead of working. So thats your fault lol. Anyway, thanks for replying!

He hits send without thinking and immediately regrets. “Oh my god, I’m such a fucking creeper.”

From dontcallmebacon: Also I’m sorry for how creepy that message probably came out I literally just rambled on accident. I promise I’m not usually this awkward.

After this, they end up chatting regularly. Xingie, Baekhyun learns, is actually really cool. They eventually exchange Tumblr information and begin following each other. Messaging there is just much easier, and a lot faster. Baekhyun may or may not stalk through Xingie’s blog, trying to find pictures to put a face to the name. He’s cute, he’s really cute. Like, holy hell what a time to be alive and gay, please Jesus let him be gay, kinda cute. He spends only a very reasonable hour digging deeper to find more pictures, learning his name is Yixing and that he’s not only cute but he’s sexy as hell when he wants to be. Baekhyun may or may not totally save a black and white picture of him biting his lip to his computer.

dontcallmebacon: you're a guy

xingie: i am, yes xingie: is that bad?

dontcallemebacon: no i just… i guess i was expecting like a girl. since you know… its usually girls that write fics.

xingie: i can assure you there are plenty of guys that write fics. xingie: why do you think i have such extensive knowledge of anal? lol

Baekhyun has to sit back from his computer, hands still resting on the keys as he thinks. Is that Yixing’s way of telling him he’s gay? Because well, Baekhyun’s gay. Baekhyun is very gay and Yixing is very cute. And, “No, quit that. Quit that right now.”

dontcallmebacon: youre really cute

Baekhyun mentally kicks himself, physically slams his head onto his desk. That is totally not what he was wanting to say. He hurries to try and save the situation.

dontcallmebacon: i mean like i saw a picture of yu and youre cuet not that i was like stalkinh you or antyhing dontcallmebacon: wow that makes it sound liek i WAS stalking you which i wasnt i swear!

Baekhyun waits, watching the chat box, hoping he didn’t just freak Yixing out. It feels like hours, days, years that he waits for a reply.

xingie: so basically what ur saying is you stalked my blog?

dontcallmebacon: NO! dontcallmebacon: ok yes i did but i just wanted to see what you looked like

xingie: ….you think im cuuuuuuuuute ^.^ xingie: send me a picture of you now, its only fair

Baekhyun almost spits up his drink. Yixing wants a picture of him? He quickly goes through his facebook, trying to find the cutest picture of himself he can. He chooses one and sends it and waits for a reply, playing some dumb game on Facebook to distract himself.

xingie: cute

A few months go by like this, Baekhyun regularly chatting with Yixing nearly all day and all night. Well, until he has to go to sleep before Yixing, timezones be damned. They learn a lot about each other in a short amount of time. They have a shared love for photography, food, animals and more importantly, BTS. They discover they have the same bias and ultimately decide, jokingly of course, that they must be soulmates.

Baekhyun gets in trouble more often at work now. Showing up late more days than not because he decided to stay up much too late to chat with Yixing. Spending too much time looking at his phone instead of paying attention to his work. He makes Yixing laugh when he tells him that he’s solely responsible for the new no phones policy at work.

xingie: i cant wait to meet you

Baekhyun leans back and just stares. They’ve been talking for three months now and sure, the thought of actually meeting Yixing has crossed his mind, but he never thought Yixing was thinking the same thing. He smiles to himself and runs his fingers over the keys.

dontcallmebacon: really?

xingie: uh yea duh youre fuckin awesome why wouldnt i wanna meet you?? xingie: unless ur a serial killer….. are u a serial killer???

dontcallmebacon: i feel like thats what a serial killer would say to make someone think theyre not a serial killer… dontcallmebacon: are YOU a serial killer??

xingie: i would never kill you xingie: might kiss you tho

Baekhyun feels his heart skip. His mouth falls open into a small smile as he types his response.

dontcallmebacon: you want to kiss me?

xingie: have you seen you? like youve seen how cute you are, right? xingie: id totally kiss you

dontcallmebacon: well.. i never said id let you so..

xingie: would you let me?

Baekhyun’s smile widens and he bites into his bottom lip.

dontcallmebacon: totally

Baekhyun is wheezing as he throws himself into his computer chair; it rolls sideways and he catches himself with a hand on the edge of his desk. He opens his laptop with one hand, the other holding onto the cramp in his side, and quickly signs into Tumblr. As he’s waiting for his shitty internet to do its job he tries to catch his breath. “I need to start working out, jesus christ, it was only three blocks”.

He was at work when he got the notification. BTS was announced as one of the artists in the lineup for Kcon in LA this year. He likes BTS. Yixing likes BTS. Yixing lives in LA. It was so exciting and overwhelming all he could think to do was sprint the three blocks from his work to his apartment. He needed to talk to Yixing immediately.

The site finally loads and he has seven messages. Yixing already knows, he thinks to himself. And, sure enough, he opens the chat box to see a barrage of all caps, frantic messages.

xingie: KCON xingie: BTS KCON EMRGENCY REPLY TO MEEEEEE xingie: BAEK FUKCING REPLY TO ME YOU DICKBAG xingie: BAKHYUNNNNNMNN HURRY IM DYNING xingie: BTSSSS BAEK PAY ATTENTION TO ME xingie: GOD DAMN IT BTS AT KCON IM SCREECHING AND UR IGNORING ME xingie: IF YUO DONT REPLY TO ME THIS FRIENDSAHIP IS OVERR

dontcallmebacon: I WAS AT WORK IM SRORRY!!!!!! dontcallmebacon: are you gonna go? to kcon?? BTS????

xingie: thank fuck i thought u were dead xingie: uhmmm obviously im gonna go! bts in my city omgg

dontcallmebacon: im so jealous tell hobi i love him for me

xingie: dude just fly out here xingie: FLY OUT HERE AND MEET ME AND SEE BTS OMG YESS xingie: baek u gotta

Baekhyun reads the message over and over, thinking about it. He has extra money. He has time he can take off work. Why shouldn’t he fly out to LA? He’s always wanted to go. He’d get to see BTS and kiss a cute boy. He quickly checks his bank account, looks at a calendar, and then switches back to Tumblr.

dontcallmebacon: fuck it.. im in

I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry. Baekhyun repeats this in his head as he watches his mother walk away from him. She drove him to the airport so he wouldn't have to leave his car, and now she’s leaving. He’s never flown before and he’s moderately terrified. Where does he go? What does he do with his luggage? How does he get to his plane? A large group of people wearing matching shirts passes him, chatting animatedly in a foreign language and he’s jealous. He wishes he had thirty other people around him to tell him what to do. He looks at his phone to check the time. What if he misses his plane? He begins walking faster.

It takes a little time, getting into the wrong line two separate times, but he finally figures out what he has to do. He checks his bag, gets his ticket and then, sighs. “Another line,” he whines, looking over at security. This line moves faster. Each step he takes closer he begins to panic just a little more. He wishes Yixing was awake so he could message him, but it’s like 2am in LA right now, so he’s stuck with nothing but his own thoughts. He takes another step forward, heart beating fast. He begins running through everything in his head, everything he’d packed in his carryon. What if they find something I shouldn't have and I go to airport jail, he thinks.

He makes it through security, only slightly scarred for life, and from there it’s smooth sailing.

By the time he lands in Vegas for his connecting flight he’s starving and so ready to just be in California. He sits down to eat and excitedly messages Yixing, knowing he’ll finally be up.

dontcallmebacon: im in vegas now, coolest airport ever

xingie: ahhhhhhh so close!!! xingie: im so excited ur almost heeeeere

dontcallmebacon: i knowww i just wanna get there already dontcallmebacon: also i’ll have u know i only cried a little at the airport before i left dontcallmebacon: i had a brief hour of panic but im good now

xingie: lol nice xingie: well only a couple more hours left and then you'll be here

Baekhyun notices the time across the top of his phone and his eyes widen. He shoves the rest of his food in his mouth and quickly chugs the rest of his drink.

dontcallmebacon: gotta go, plane leaves in twenty and im at the opposite end of the airport eating. dontcallmebacon: ill message you when i land in la!

When Baekhyun lands he messages Yixing like he said he would and sets off to find his bag. He realizes, pretty quickly, that he has no idea how to find his bag. He wanders aimlessly, he thinks he’s following the signs correctly; he turns around because he was going the wrong way, but finally, he finds baggage claim.

He drags his bag behind him to wait outside. And then, he gets nervous. What if he’s awkward? What if Yixing doesn’t like him? What if Yixing isn't really coming and this was just a big elaborate joke and now he’s stranded all alone in California? He shakes his head, knowing he’s just being dramatic. A black car slows and stops in front of him, he gulps. Yixing steps out, tall, handsome, exactly how Baekhyun pictured him. He lets out a weird breathy chuckle as Yixing steps up to him, a little dimple in his cheek as he smiles.

“Hi.”

Baekhyun licks his lips, his mouth is dry. “Hi.”

Yixing smiles again, looks from Baekhyun’s face to his bag. “You want me to take your—“

“Kiss!”

Yixing’s eyebrows raise, his mouth forms a little ‘o’. “What?”

“Kiss,” Baekhyun repeats, physically unable to stop the word vomit. “Kiss me.”

Yixing’s lips twitch, trying to keep the smile from forming. He grabs Baekhyun’s bag and tosses it into the trunk of his car, turning back to Baekhyun after. He laughs and ruffles Baekhyun’s hair playfully. Baekhyun’s heart stops when Yixing leans forward, lips pursed, and presses their lips together quickly.

“Welcome to California,” Yixing says with a laugh as he walks to the driver’s side and opens the door. “And, nice to finally meet you.”

Baekhyun stares with his mouth open as Yixing gets into the car. He licks his lips and lets out an awkward laugh. The window rolls down and Yixing leans over, hand pulling the handle to push open the door. “You coming?”

Baekhyun smiles and nods, pulls the door open and gets in. He looks at Yixing with a bright smile as he buckles, “Lets do this.”

@seonweon-sonyeondan for you. looooooove you

#exo #exo fics #exo drabble #yixing #lay #baekhyun #laybaek #baekxing #baekxing fic #drabble

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thelioninmybed replied to your post: [[MOR] yavieriel replied to your post:...

Anyway, the thing I really really hate about Feanorian discourse is that I kinda feel the Feanorians themselves (or at least some of them) would be fucking horrified with the hideous, sociopathic justifications people come out with for their actions. And if their story ISN’T one of squandered potential, courage and cleverness turned to evil ends, honour and devotion twisted into something monstrous then what’s even the POINT?

You’re not doing your favs and favours by having them believe Elwing and the havens had it coming, who the hell would want to be emotionally invested in a creature like that?

Yeah exactly! Eugh I feel like I’ve had this conversation like twice before but it’s still just so true. It’s like...I kind of wonder if maybe this also is part of the, silo thing. Like, not appreciating them as characters with arcs within a large and complex story where other characters have their own thing not contingent on them, but as if they’re like, the Home Team who needs to Win the story against other characters, or something..? idk...Also this reminds of like, posts trying for moral grayness about how oh, E&E would be overly-sympathetic to the Feanorians (and the...House of Feanor???? For some reason?? um??) because they were raised with the Feanorians’ pov! And I thought, uh, hypothetically speaking that’s very possible, but whoa cool it with the fridge-logic Maglor-bashing there? Why on earth would you want him to be so horrible as to brainwash a couple of kids like that?

thelioninmybed replied to your post: [[MOR] yavieriel replied to your post:...

That King’s Men stance HAS to be contrarian bullshit, holy shit

fddkfjghdk yeah suddenly the creepy but actually straightforwardly-proud and genuine extreme Feanorian fans look much better in comparison :D

yavieriel replied to your post: [[MOR] yavieriel replied to your post:...

I could probably dig up some of the posts, I’m pretty sure those people are still around, but it was a few years ago so it would take longer than I have time for this morning. It was… definitely a ~special~ time in the fandom.

*shudders* thanks for the offer but no thank you! I don’t think seeing that will do anything for my sodium level...

simaethae replied to your post: [[MOR] yavieriel replied to your post: gurguliare replied to your...

My problem with the Athrabeth is that the Plato refs make me feel like it's irresponsible to do anything with it without getting my notes from university out and rereading the Phaedo, despite the fact that a) this is silly and b) there were three shining weeks in which I Understood Plato, fortunately around my exams, and lol as if I'm going to reconstruct that now >_>

Sorry, that's a weirdly specific issue, I should probably restrain myself from replies before I've finished my coffee haha :/

fddkfjd no no that definitely makes a lot of sense! Tolkien fandom is, deceptive, in its ability to make people feel like it must be treated extremely seriously or smth I guess. I mean, not that I think it doesn’t have very genuinely meaningful philosophical stuff in it, but...............sometimes I forget elves don’t exist.

simaethae replied to your post: more gogol junk

Anyway tho this is a Very Good discussion?? :)

AS USUAL OR SURPRISINGLY?

#gotta catch em all #thelioninmybed #simaethae #yavieriel #athrabething

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June 26th, 2019 11:50 am

holy hell it’s been a long time since my last update. First of all: that last update ended at a really climactic moment and I’m mad that I don’t remember what happened next, or even that it ever happened. It’s like reading a book that ends on a cliffhanger and has no sequel.

So I did end up getting everything from the last update resolved. Rose took a week but finally responded with “you’ve made a lot of valid points, I want to work harder to repair our friendship.” Regardless of whether I believe her, at least I had this exchange to hold her accountable. I got my tire changed a week after I said I would. My mechanic looked at it and was like “what the fuck is wrong with you” because the strip became a continuous 2.5-inch wide belt of smoothness. We passed the apartment inspection, but they did charge me the $250 for the pet fee. No big deal tho.

Recently mom has been wanting to move back to michigan. She’s tired of florida and the market is perfect for selling the house now. But dad says he won’t move until he can see for sure that rose gets her degree and can move out on her own terms, financially stable. Mom wants to give rose a hard deadline to move out. I agree with mom, rose is getting far too old to be living at her parent’s home rent free considering she makes almost double what I do, and I’m entirely independent. Like seriously, where is her money going? An ounce of weed a week? Buying her boyfriend a new xbox and games? Fixing her piece of shit car which broke down again a week later? (she wants to buy a stick shift this time. I’m not gonna tell her it’s a bad idea, bc she’ll prob sell it to me for cheap after she gives up learning to drive). Now iris and I are trying to apply gentle pressure on her to get her life together, and by that I mean I lashed out pretty strongly over text and now iris is gonna come by and comfort rose while also subtly agreeing with me.

I just barely passed my classes and kept my scholarship with a 3.008 gpa. tell me that ain’t god’s work. I failed calculus with a whole F again, but I’m gonna really give it a better shot next semester. I *will* at least get a C.

My comp 2 professor nominated me for the stylus award. I don’t think I’ll win because personally I think my essay was a rushed mess, but it’s nice to know that he thought it was that good. I picked up my portfolio from him, but haven’t reread it yet. Also, I stopped browing r/braincels like I used to. Even after the semester ended, I would still read every post for a long time, but I finally stopped when I felt like my mental health was declining. I mean, I don’t need to keep reading it anyways, the project is over. Sometimes I’ll go back on it and read a few posts, but not often.

This update is just pure procrastination btw. Not only am I procrastinating studying for my two midterms tomorrow, but also because I got back on Tinder last night and got three messages. I’m really an all-or-nothing kinda guy, I don’t like the idea of dating multiple people at once. which apparently isn’t how tinder is supposed to work; some online articles say “it’s best to have 10 conversations going at once” which I hate because it makes people seem so disposable. I swear, straight people treat dating as a business transaction, they’re always trying to shop around and discard what they have for a better thing. Anyways I don’t know how to respond to the messages, especially since I really only want to talk to one person at a time.

So anyways. Last semester ended, the summer semester began. Do you remember the first semester of college, how that one guy at a club meeting was a total creep and followed me (us?) onto the city bus and couldn’t take a hint to leave? Well I’m pretty sure he’s in my comp sci class, and he sits three seats to the left of me and looks over at me like once every 5 minutes. Also, two weeks into the semester, savon figured out I’m in discrete structures and has since then come to sit in on the lectures. And last thursday he loitered around the bookshelves near my seat in the library for an hour. I mean really, is he SO interested in plant diseases that he stared at the spines of the books for a whole hour?? I hate men.

Because of that, I had to study in HPA instead. It brought back memories, from when I thought I wanted to major in social work. Still love that vending machine they have that can make a latte for $1.50, I wish they had more of them on campus. Anyways as I was sitting there, this guy walked past me, then turned around and was like “oh I think you’re in my comp sci class.” He asked what we did in class and tbh it took me a hot minute to remember because my attention span has been shot recently. Dude didn’t even know we have an exam on thursday. He seemed kind of friendly, he’s majoring in computational physics. He asked me what my discord username and I hesitated before telling him bc like 2 hours prior, I said “man, that’s the first time anyone has said they love me in years” (in regards to the professor telling us he loves us).

I’m doing pretty decent in my classes. Definitely gonna get A’s or B’s in them. I’ve become more cordial with my parents too, I visit them once a week/every two weeks-ish. Rose and I had an argument on memorial day. She was basically delegating me to permanent third wheel, because she says she “never gets to act like a couple with peter in front of other people.” Apparently I’m a second-class citizen to “other people” since I’m the one that gets excluded. And it’s even worse considering the fact that rose is pretty much the only person that I talk to these days, like I have no other friends, so the few moments we do hang she wants to ignore me. I told her about this and all of a sudden she started saying “oh well you don’t even care about me anyways” like wow that’s not gaslighting or anything.

That was about a month ago, and I’ve been in virtually complete isolation since then. I’ve hung out with heather for about two hours total in the last month, and other than that it’s just utter loneliness. Honestly I’m pretty sure my vocal cords are gonna grow weak from disuse; I mean I’ve rarely spoken my entire life and now it’s just getting worse. Severe isolation like this really feels like it’s deteriorating my brain; my memory is getting weaker, I can’t focus, all I think about is how I’m completely ugly and unloveable and nobody wants to be my friend because I’m such a horrible person.

This lasted for all of gemini season, and at the start of cancer season I just started crying at everything. On sunday before I went to work I started watching she ra on netflix. By the second episode I had already cried twice; once because I thought it was so great that adora had friends who cared about her, once because I felt bad for catra for feeling abandoned. Then I cried at work because this family came in, dumped off their son in a wheelchair with a laptop, and then never came back for him the rest of the night. Then I cried the next morning because I felt lonely. Then I opened r/sad, read the most upvoted story, and cried again at that. I hate cancer season.

My life (financially and academically) is going fine, but the loneliness is what’s still making me feel like shit, which is why I got back on tinder. I mentioned that already, right? yeah, I still don’t know how to respond. There’s this one girl who also looks hapa like me, and by her bio I really want to talk to her but I’m nervous. Last night I was like “lemme smoke a little to relax then I’ll message her” but then after smoking I was like “lemme have some vodka and punch” and then I decided to do a hair mask, followed by a long shower, followed by taking nudes (it was a lot of vodka, man). And by then it was 10pm and I couldn’t respond without looking sleazy. So now, here I am, at 1:17 pm the next day, and I still haven’t responded. Or studied for my midterms tomorrow. I’m gonna die.

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The Coffee Lounge

Pairing: Jungkook and Reader

Scenario: Even if you gave someone directions, no one could be bothered to go or find The Coffee Lounge. Except for seven young men that is.

Jungkook has had a crush on you since the semester started, and when he informs you about an essay that you knew nothing about and is due the next morning, he offers to help you out. What he doesn’t realize is that you share the same feelings for him.

Word Count: 6,277 words. (Holy shit y’all!)

Genre: Fluff, College AU

Master List

Sighing, Y/n, tugged her sweater tighter before continuing to type her essay. She’d been working on it for the last few days and while it wasn’t due until Monday night, she had other major essays and projects to worry about that were due all next week.

It was safe to say that all of her professors ganged up on her to make her academic life a living hell.

If she had been smart, she’d save all her files and catch the six-ten bus for home and call it a day. But she was determined to finish all of her assignments. Or at least, all of the ones that were due on Monday and Tuesday.

Since starting college, Y/n unknowingly kissed away any existence of her small social life goodbye. Relaxing was no longer a word in her vocabulary. Homework had taken over her life. The only time she found herself able to unwind was when she was sleeping. Even then it wasn’t much. Most nights she got four…maybe five hours if she was lucky.

This weekend however, she planned to make it all hers.

There was a secret stash of her favorite chocolates hidden in her room and a stack of movies she’s been wanting to binge on patiently waiting for her. There was nothing getting in-between her free time.

Y/n paused, taking a moment to relieve the pressure that had built in her knuckles. The library wasn’t necessarily packed, but you weren’t the only one who had the idea to spend the night doing homework.

Outside, the sky had darkened, the lamps that the campus had near the sidewalks reminded her of giant stars. The dining commons was lit up to the point that Y/n was able to see each individual and the food they had decided to eat.

Don’t think about food, Y/n thought to herself. Eating on campus wasn’t cheap and she had been in a rush to catch the bus which resulted in her forgetting to pack a snack. And it’s not like she could leave to eat and come back to her seat. If there was anything she learned since starting college, the library’s computers went like hot cakes.

She sighed once more and turned in her seat, surprised to see that the computer next to her was no longer empty. Y/n was so engrossed in her own work that she hadn’t noticed the cute male walk past her to reach the unoccupied computer.

Except, there was something extremely familiar about him. A frown tugged at her features, trying to recall who this person was. He was dressed in a white tee shirt and black jeans that, when he sat down, drew her eyes toward his toned thighs. Y/n mentally scolded herself for checking him out, raising her eyes to look at his face. She softly smiled at him when she saw the multiple piercings in his right ear. If he turned around, Y/n was willing to be that he had his other ear pierced too.

He’s really cute, she thought.

When his fingers stilled on the keyboard, Y/n bent over to go through her backpack, her cheeks heating up at the thought of him catching her in the act.

Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip to keep from smiling at Y/n. He had picked this computer for the sole reason that he would be able to sit next to her. They shared two classes together, but Jungkook hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to her just yet.

“Hello,” Jungkook gently greeted, taking out the folder he needed from his army backpack.

His accented voice sparked a memory inside Y/n’s mind. Meeting his gaze, she smiled when he flipped his hair out his he brown eyes. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But you’re in my English class, right? The one with Professor Moore?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a sweet smile. “Don’t worry about it, but yeah I am. I’m Jungkook.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, mentally slapping herself. “Oh my god that’s right. I have the worst memory ever. I’m Y/n by the way.”

Jungkook chuckled at her reaction, enjoying the way she rambled. “It’s okay.”

There was a bang at the front of the library capturing the attention of everyone in the room. A group of girls that were too busy giggling and being disruptive made their way to the computers that, thankfully, were all taken. Their entrance, loud and unnecessary, allowed for the cold wind to filter in. Y/n rolled her eyes at them, shivering.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but I take it you’re not from around here. I noticed your accent.” She asked, slipping her hands between her knees.

“Ah, yes. I am from South Korea. I’m here for school.”

Intrigued, Y/n found herself nodding. “That’s pretty cool.” She glanced at his computer screen, noting the time. “Well, I better let you get back to work. Good luck.”

“Good luck?” Jungkook repeated, tilting his head.

Oh my god, she thought. He looks like a freaking bunny. A seriously cute bunny.

With a smile she answered, “with what you’re looking on. Homework can be a killer sometimes.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Thank you. Good luck to you too.”

Y/n nodded as she turned back to her own screen. She scrolled up to reread what she had previously written with the intent to get this essay done once and for all. However, it was completely and utterly useless as she read the same paragraph for the fourth time. All her mind wanted to think about was Jungkook.

How could I not recognize him? she chided herself.

Since the first day of class, Y/n had been trying to workup the courage to talk to Jungkook. At first, she thought it was merely a physical attraction. He was without a doubt, extremely attractive. Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him. His jaw appeared to be able to cut glass and his eyes, they reminded her of pools of melted dark chocolate. It was obvious that he worked out. One day he arrived to class in sweat pants and a shirt that clung to him like a second skin, allowing his muscles to tease the female students for the rest of the day.

But as the semester went by, your crush evolved. Jungkook tended to keep to himself and was quiet. He’d occasionally talk to the person sitting next to him, but only if they struck up the conversation. When he smiled, his eyes would scrunch up as his smile lit up his face, truly resembling a rabbit. It was adorable.

He was simply beautiful.

Y/n knew that his beauty radiated inside just as much as it did on the outside. It teased her, she wanted to know Jungkook. What he liked to do in his free time, his hobbies, favorite food, dislikes and likes.

What interested her the most was that he was from South Korea. Y/n had lived in the same town her entire life. She never even left the state before. It was only natural for her to dream of one day leaving her town behind to see the world and everything it had to offer her.

After a few weeks, Y/n noticed that Jungkook would stay behind after class for a few moments. That was when the game plan began forming in her mind. She planned tow wait outside for him and introduce herself, possibly make small talk with the hopes that he would be interested in one day getting coffee together.

It was perfect, flawless even. In her mind, the two of them were best friends.

Except, Y/n forgot one major detail.

She was incredibly shy and awkward around new people.Which is why, up until this moment, she hadn’t said a word to Jungkook before. It was all secret glances and cursing herself for being so damn shy.

“That wind is a bitch out there,” someone spoke as they walked past Y/n. She glanced out the window again, rising an eyebrow when she saw the trees whipping back and forth. A groan escaped her as she leaned back in her seat. It was one thing when it was just cold out. She knew how to handle that. The wind however…that was a monster in its own kingdom.

The lights began to flicker around nine, capturing everyone’s attention. It was late and everyone was deciding to call it a night as they packed up their belongings. Sighing, she twisted in her seat as she continued to type, her fingers flying across the keyboard in an attempt to finish.

“Is it always like this?”

Y/n turned to face Jungkook, surprised to suddenly hear his voice. He had been silent the entire time since their short conversation from earlier. Jungkook was leaning back in his chair, his gaze going back and forth between her and the windows as they shook in the wind.

“The weather is…strange, especially in the winter.” Glancing at Jungkook, Y/n gave him a small smile. “Spring’s the weirdest though.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s like having all four seasons in one month.”

Jungkook’s his mouth opened just the slightest, staring out the window in wonder. When the lights flicked again, Y/n knew that it was time call it quits. With her luck, the power would go out and she’d lose all of the work she’s been doing.

“Were you able to get everything done?” Jungkook asked you. He figured that she had already been in the library an hour or so before he arrived. And as the night progressed he saw you put papers away, but it seemed like you still had a lot left to do.

“Kinda,” she admitted, gathering up the rest of her scattered papers. “Everything that was due Monday is done at least.

He smiled at her. “That is always good.”

Y/n nodded. “What about you?” Butterflies were erupting in her stomach as she shut her computer down. After wanting to talk to Jungkook for so long, she was finally given a chance. Thank the Gods who had pity on her.

“Ahh,” Jungkook shifted in his chair, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Her eyes captured the movement, noticing how prominent his muscles were when he moved his arm just so. “The essay for English is taking longer than I hopped for.”

“Hold up,” she suddenly asked, her smile faltering. “What English essay?”

Jungkook frowned, taking the paper the he had next to him and giving it to Y/n. “The one that the Professor sent an email out about the other day.”

She found it impressive that he took the time print out a copy of the email, highlighting the explanation and when it was due. But her heart plummeted to the bottom of the Earth because in reality, she had no memory of receiving this email. And according to this, it was due tomorrow at noon.

Who the fuck has homework due on a Saturday? She thought, handing Jungkook back his paper.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook apologized, not wanting her to be angry with him. He thought she knew about the email because he saw her that day. Jungkook had been leaving the University’s gym when he spotted you sitting one of the computers in the lounge writing in your planner. He remembered thinking how cute she looked with her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, her loose hair wavy and parted on the side, wearing flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. Sadly, he needed to get to his dorm and was unable to stay for long, but when he passed Y/n, he saw that her school email was open with a message from their English Professor along with his email and several other students. That was how he learned of the essay in the first place.

She ran a hand through her hair. “It’s not your fault. I was just hoping to relax this weekend. I’m constantly doing work.”

The idea of staying up late just to get the essay started and done turned her mood bitter. Especially, since all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next several years. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she stood, preparing to say goodbye to Jungkook when he grabbed her wrist.

“I can help you,” he blurted out. His eyes widened at his outburst, as if he had acted on impulse without realizing what he was going to say. “That is, if you want. I can help you with your essay.”

Jungkook stood and Y/n immediately felt small. She only came up to his shoulders. “Are…are you sure?”

He nodded, giving her a tentative smile as his fingers relaxed against her arm. Y/n was hyperaware of the way Jungkook gently held her wrist, how his thumb slowly moved back and forth against her skin. His hand was warm, reminding her of a campfire and all she wanted to do was get closer to him. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, she thought, trying to come up with an explanation that would make her heart stop racing and calm the butterflies down.

“Yeah. I feel bad about telling you about it and then leaving you to stress out about it.”

Logical, she added. “That’d be awesome. Where do you wanna meet up?”

“There’s the place called The Coffee Lounge, in the East Building. It’s on the ground floor. Is eight too early?”

Anything before noon was too early for her, but Y/n kept that to herself. She wasn’t about to ruin her chances with hanging out with Jungkook. Even if it was only to work on some homework. “That sounds good to me.” Smiling, she gently tugged her hand out of Jungkook’s hold, only to regret it when she felt cold without his touch. She forced herself to slip her jacket on, grabbing her backpack from the floor as she took a few steps away. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thank you Jungkook.”

He gave an eager nod, refusing to sit down until Y/n made her way out of the library. Once she was gone, he slid back in his chair, hooking both of his hands around his neck. A goofy grin formed and he giggled. He’d been wanting to go on a date with you for so long, and now he finally was.

One thing was for certain, neither Jungkook or Y/n were getting much sleep tonight-in anticipation of what the next day would bring.

The morning was calmer then the other night had been. There was barely a breeze and was only cold if she stood in place for too long. It was quiet as Y/n slowly made her way down to the ground floor, the heels of her winter boots echoing in the empty hallway. She glanced around every so often to make sure she was going in the right direction. She didn’t frequent the East Building often, the only class she had here was on the third floor.

It was an open floor plan after she made a left turn into a lounge large enough for a dozen students to fit comfortably. There were circular tables on the right side of the room while couches were placed on the left. On the wall across from Y/n, was an open glass door with a wooden sign with, The Coffee Lounge, painted in black cursive leading to another room that had orange painted walls. Jungkook was sitting on a lime green couch in the middle of the lounge, watching the TV that was bolted to the wall, his army backpack leaning against the coffee table in front of him.

Y/n smiled as she walked further into the room, butterflies dancing in her stomach when Jungkook’s head snapped in her direction. This time, he was wearing a black tee-shirt with his black jeans and timberlands, with the addition of a leather jacket and a black beanie. If it weren’t for the fact that she was conscious, Y/n would have sworn that her heart stopped beating. How was it possible for someone to dress so casually, but look so hot at the same time?

“Good morning,” Jungkook softly spoke, standing so Y/n was able to sit next to him.

“It’ll be even better once I have coffee in my system,” she lightly teased.

Jungkook blushed as he held her backpack, allowing her to remove her jacket. “They have some amazing coffee here.”

Y/n, stunned at how polite he was, bit down on the inside of her mouth so she wouldn’t start randomly grinning.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Jungkook nodded. It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed coming to The Coffee Lounge. Walking through the glass door, he felt himself relax as he breathed in the scent of coffee beans. The room was relatively small, only big enough to contain a long line and the equipment to make the drinks and pastries they sold. Had it not been connected to the lounge; the small shop wouldn’t have lasted as long as it has. But thankfully, the lounge more then made up for the lack of seating serving as the perfect place to refuel on caffeine while studying.

Jungkook joined Y/n at the brown counter, already knowing his order. “Not a lot of people do which is nice. It’s…peaceful.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, leaning her hip against the counter, as the barista arrived at the cash register.

“I thought I heard your voice,” he smiled, his mouth forming in the shape of a heart. He was dressed in black jeans and a matching black shirt with the shops name on it. His red hair was hiding under a black baseball cap. “How are you doing Jungkook?”

:I’m good Hoseok,” Jungkook greeted. “I’ll have my usual.”

Taking a cup, Hoseok wrote out the order. “And for you Miss?”

“I’ll have a large black iced coffee with caramel swirl please.” She answered, pulling out her wallet. Jungkook however already handed his card over to Hoseok before she was able to get it out.

“Are you sure?” Y/n tilted her head, guilt attacking her mind as he slipped his card back into his wallet. He had already given up his Saturday morning to help her with the essay, she didn’t want him to feel like he had to pay for her coffee.

“Positive,” he smiled down at her as he fixed his hat.Hoseok, who had been writing down your order, grinned at Jungkook before speaking in Korean to him. He had befriended Jungkook the college student stumbled into the empty area while Hoseok was cleaning up.The Coffee Lounge didn’t attract many customers. It appeared that no one knew it existed. Jungkook had mentioned it to a guy in one of his classes and he was given a confused look in response. When he tried telling someone else about it, they had no idea what he was talking about. Hoseok had laughed when Jungkook told him about their reactions and explained that it was because no one came to this section of the ground floor. There weren’t any offices on this side or classrooms, so it was left alone. Eventually, Jungkook stopped telling people about The Coffee Lounge.

To the few who did know about its existence, they became the shops regulars. At first, Jungkook thought it was odd that the busiest he’d seen the shop was when there was a total of seven customers, including him, at once. To a normal coffee shop, seven was an extremely slow day, especially on a college campus.

The more he frequented The Coffee Lounge however, he noticed that the other regulars, if their schedules allowed for it, were more than capable of spending entire days in the lounge. They would buy coffee on the breaks they took from their homework, chatting with each other and Hoseok. A lot of the time it was a place for them to all meet up and hang out. Sometimes they would move the couches around and practice some dance moves for fun, or as one of them preferred, to catch up on sleep.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to become a regular and friendly with the others. When he realized they all spoke Korean, he became more comfortable and relaxed with them. Which is why Hoseok teased Jungkook, because he had never brought anyone to his secret spot before.

Y/n was surprised with how deep his voice turned when he spoke his native language, the speed alone making her head spin.

Hoseok laughed as he turned to make your coffees. “I’ll bring them out for you when they’re ready.”

Jungkook sighed, letting Y/n go first in the hope the she wouldn’t see the blush on his face that was courtesy of Hoseok.

“So, how’s your essay coming?” She asked, in an attempt to break the silence. If this went well, and her shy nature stayed in the distance, she was hoping Jungkook would want to see her again. Whether it be as a friend or something more, that was up to him. And while her heart made it crystal clear as to what it wanted, she kept reminding herself that he may not want to be more then that.

It was a bad habit of Y/n, always bringing forth the negative. As much as she believed in finding the one and love at first sight, she was also a realist. Her father had made that permanent in her the day he divorced her mother, his high school sweetheart, for a woman younger than him and with a wallet full of zeros.

She still had hope that one day she would get her happily ever after. But the idea of just being friends settled comfortable with her. It was like having hot chocolate on a cold day. Warm, sweet, and exactly what she needed. Being friends meant getting to know each other, finding out if you had similar interests or not. That’s what mattered. Y/n would rather be his friend then ruin it because of something as simple as a crush.

Jungkook powered up his laptop, taking a moment to log in and collect his thoughts at the same time. He was nervous. Nervous that at any moment one of the other regulars could walk in and interrupt you two. Or steal Y/n’s attention away from him.

Not that they would, but they were older then Jungkook and enjoyed to tease him every now and then. Especially with his lack of a love life.

“I just need to finish my last paragraph. But I can do that once you’re settled.”

Y/n nodded, taking the moment to pull out her own laptop.

“I bring forth the greatest invention in the world,” Hoseok announced, smiling when he saw how close Jungkook and Y/n were sitting next to each other. He handed Jungkook Y/n’s coffee to pass to her before giving him his, setting the chocolate muffins on the coffee table in front of them. “Don’t tell my boss that I’m giving you the muffins free of charge.”

Y/n smiled at the energetic man, giggling as he quickly tugged off Jungkook’s beanie to ruffle his hair, rushing back into the shop before he was able to retaliate.

“Aish, he’s such a pain,” Jungkook muttered, shaking his head.

She giggled once again, bringing up the email and word document. “He seems nice though. Alrighty, I’m ready.”

Jungkook bit his lip, scooting closer to see your screen better. “Okay, well you have to make the essay about memories. You can write about the science behind them,” he rolled his eyes. “Or, you can do the aspect on the emotions slash meanings behind them. But you have to somehow relate it back to the book we read. Make sense?”

Still staring at the screen, Y/n nodded. She could feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against her leg and was trying to remind herself to breathe. “Yeah, it does. Which one are you doing yours on?”

She watched him lean back as he moved his hand to mouse pad, swiftly bringing up his own essay. “The emotional aspect. It’s a bit easier then the science one. That, and you can use your own memories as examples to make it longer.”

“I think I know how to start it,” she said, bringing her computer onto her lap.

Jungkook stole a glance at Y/n, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to not smile. He could practically see the gears turning in her head. She had worn her hair down, a pale cream beanie resting on her head seemed to be made for fashion purposes only. Black fingerless gloves covered here hands and she had an oversized sweater with black leggings on. He figured she had dressed with the idea of comfort in mind, but she looked adorable to him. Y/n was drowning in the sweater and her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the cold.

He had hoped that you would need more of his assistance, but it appeared that you only needed an explanation. Taking his own computer, he began to finish his own essay.

They worked together in the quiet lounge, the TV set to some soap opera and Hoseok’s humming along with the occasional bang from the shop kept it from being silent. Not that either of them would mind. In fact, it was quite…comfortable. They didn’t know much about each other, but they found qualities in each other that they enjoyed.

An hour later Hoseok peaked out into the lounge, noticing that it had been unusually quiet. He knew that Jungkook was more then capable of being a quiet man, content to sit back and sometimes not speak if he didn’t know anyone. But he had brought her. The very girl he told Jimin about nonstop, who in turn told the others about. Because if he had to hear about this mysterious girl named Y/n one more time, they were all going to hear about her. Hoseok had thought Jungkook would at least speak to the girl.

When he walked into the lounge though, he was surprised to see them both working on their computers, the taps of their fingers hitting the key boards filling the room. He proceeded to wipe down the tables, even though no one else had been in The Coffee Lounge since their arrival.

Kookie needs a wing man, Hoseok decided.

Jungkook, feeling a pair of eyes on him, glanced up to see Hoseok staring at him. He raised an eyebrow at the older male, watching as he waved his hands and wiggled his eyebrows at him. Not knowing what he was trying to say, Jungkook tilted his head.

Hoseok slumped his shoulders. He’s hopeless, he thought to himself.

“Can I get you guys a refill?” He pleasantly asked, smiling when he noticed that they had eaten the muffins. He prided himself on the chocolate muffins, his boss, Seokjin, prided on making all the pastries first thing every morning despite the fact they didn’t have a lot of customers.

Y/n glanced up, frowning when she realized that her cup was empty. She could have sworn it was still have full when she looked up fifteen minutes ago. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

“No problem at all.” Hoseok waited until Y/n turned back at her computer to kick Jungkook in the shin. “Why don’t you help me Jungkook? I need something to be lifted in the back.”

Jungkook winced, not expecting such a physical response from the usually bright and happy man. “Yeah, sure.”

Once he stood, Y/n looked back up for a moment. She chewed on her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something, but instead chose not to.

Following Hoseok into the shop, Jungkook was met with a slap on the back of the head. He glanced at the door before turning to Hoseok.

“What was that for?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, gesturing for Jungkook to meet him at the register. “You’re on a date with a girl and you’re not even talking to her. Do you see anything wrong with that?”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up as he shuffled in place. “We’re not on a date. I offered to help her with the essay.”

“Then why would you bring her here if it wasn’t a date? None of you guys bring anyone around here, especially girls.”

Hoseok glanced up at his friend when he didn’t respond, noticing the way he rubbed the back of his neck and couldn’t seem to stand still. He sighed, placing Jungkook’s coffee in front of him. “Just try talking to the poor girl. If all she wanted was help then she wouldn’t have bought coffee or stayed after your explanation. Y/n obviously wants to be here, with you.”

Jungkook sighed, looking out the door. She hadn’t moved from her seat, but he kept thinking that at any moment she was going to thank him for his help and leave. Hoseok was right though. She would have stuck around if she didn’t want to be here.

“I don’t even know if she likes me Hoseok.”

“Well how could you, you haven’t said a word in an hour or so. Unless of course, she’s sticking around because of a certain red-haired barista who gave her free muffins.”

Jungkook glared at Hoseok, enjoying how quickly he raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright.” He muttered, grinning as he handed over the other coffee and another plate of muffins. “I’ll keep my sexy self in here. The muffin’s will cost you this time though.”

In the lounge, Y/n set her computer back on the coffee table, interlacing her fingers in an attempt to crack them. She’d been going hard in the last few hours and only needed to write one more paragraph before submitting it. Gripping the edge of the couch, she turned until her back cracked, repeating the process in the other direction.

She could hear Jungkook talking to Hoseok, the conversation undoubtedly not meant for her to hear since it was Korean. A smile crossed her face at the sound of his voice. Even though she had no idea what he was saying, she could spend all day listening to him and be content. It was different but there was a softness that made his words flow together.

“Everything all right?” She asked when he came back. Standing, she took the plate of muffins from him to help.

For a moment, Jungkook thought he had been caught red-handed and that Y/n had in fact, understood the entire conversation he just had. Fear jolted through him for that split second. Thankfully, it only lasted that a few seconds, because as Y/n patiently waited for his response, her eyebrows quirked in confusion. It was a habit that she had that Jungkook noticed in their other class. One that appeared frequently as the professor rambled on about the possibilities of aliens living in space. It was a science class and as it must have been for Y/n, it had been a last-minute class added to meet the science requirement for Jungkook.

“Um, yeah. Everything’s good.” He replied, handing her the coffee. “How’s your essay going?”

Y/n sipped at her beverage. “Thankfully I’m almost done, and with time to spare. You?”

“Just need another sentence or two.” Jungkook lied. He had finished his essay not long after Y/n started working on hers. He had spent the time messaging his friend Yoongi, one of the other regulars, about a song he had been working on. It was a project for one of his music classes and needed help with the beats.

Y/n nodded, glancing above Jungkook’s head to where a clock hung. It felt like she had been in The Coffee Lounge for several hours and was surprised to see that only an hour had passed. She tapped her fingers against her cup, her shy nature wrapping around her shoulders like an old and familiar blanket. A blanket that she in fact didn’t want. “So, what are you majoring in?”

Lame, she thought to herself. Everybody asks that question.

But Jungkook’s eyes seem to light up. “I’m a music major, but I’m thinking about maybe incorporating a minor in dance as well.”

“Really?” Sitting up, Y/n leaned against the cushions propping her chin in the palm of her hand. “That’s really awesome. I can’t dance to save my life.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Everyone can dance.”

She shook her head, unable to stop the grin she had. “Nope. I am one of the few who should never be allowed to dance, ever.”

“Aish, you just need someone willing to help you.” Jungkook smiled as he raised his cup to take a drink, his heart hammering in his chest. Oh God, that was horrible. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. Maybe Hoseok was right, he really did a wing man.

“Are you offering?” Y/n boldly asked. It took her a moment to realize what she said, her eyes widening the slightest as she tried to contain the squeals that threatened to escape. How could she suddenly say such a thing? It was not like her to be so confident at all.

Jungkook pressed his lips together. He wasn’t expecting her to notice his efforts so quickly. The fact that she was smiling and was flirting back with him, well…he hoped he was reading the signs right and that she was flirting with him.

Behind Y/n, Hoseok stood in the corner of the room out. He wildly nodded for Jungkook to say yes, holding his left arm out in front of him and his right hand in the air as he began to dance by himself.

“If that’s something you’d be interested in, then yes. Yes I am.”

Hoseok slapped his face, the sound echoing in the lounge as it caught Y/n’s attention. Jungkook groaned, half embarrassed and half nervous that you really would pack your bags and leave.

“He’s asking you out on a date!” Hoseok exclaimed, unable to keep the secret bottled up. It was like watching a k-drama and he wasn’t about to wait twenty episodes for them to just confess to each other.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in Jungkook’s direction, giggling as he hid his face in his elbow. “I was wondering if that’s what he was doing,” she softly said.

Jungkook glanced up. When he saw her gentle expression and the way her eyes seemed to glow down at him, his hope began to gently take flight again. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sat up.

“I’d really like to learn how to dance,” Y/n explained, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “With you that is, if you’d be interested.”

A snort came from Hoseok’s corner but he was left ignored as Jungkook and Y/n gazed at each other. They were the only two in The Coffee Lounge at this point.

“How about tonight? I know you said you planned on relaxing this weekend-”

“I have no plans at all for this weekend.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, prepared for them to beat it around the bush. At the entrance of The Coffee Lounge however, unknown to Jungkook and Y/n, was the rest of the regulars. Usually they sent a text to Hoseok when they were coming, he must have missed it. In his defense, he had a good reason too. They must have been there for a while because they were grinning at the youngest male, whispering too each other.

It was time to take matters into his own hands.

“You know what?” Hoseok spoke, coming to crouch down behind the couch. “Jungkook, Y/n here is trying to tell you that instead of waiting for tonight, she is more then capable of going on that date with you after she finishes this essay. Am I right?”

Speechless, she nodded, unable to meet his eyes for long.“Now, I know that Jungkook has no plans whatsoever, so I have an idea. How about the two of you get out of here and go on this date? You’ve each had enough coffee to keep you awake till tomorrow and I have customers to serve.”

Proud with himself, Hoseok gestured for the others to enter, grinning as their laughter filled the room. It was only a minute later when he turned around to see Jungkook and Y/n leaving The Coffee Lounge with their belongings.

“I’m so sorry about him,” Jungkook apologized.

Y/n stopped in the middle of the hallway, shaking her head as she giggled. “Jungkook, it’s fine, really.” She paused to catch her breath. “Besides, Hoseok’s right. He just had to seriously push us in the right direction.”

Jungkook tilted his head, not exactly confused, but at the same time he didn’t want to assume they were thinking the same thing.

Instead of voicing her thoughts, she used her remaining courage to take Jungkook’s hand, biting her lip as she interlaced their fingers together as her answer.

He had pictured this moment hundreds of various ways, but never in his wildest dreams did Jungkook believe it would play out in the real world. All he could do was smile because it was really happening. He was getting his date with Y/n, and she with him.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook gently tugged on her hand. “We can submit your essay at the dance studio. Learning how to dance can take a while.”

Y/n nodded, smiling as she instinctively curled into his side, like she belonged there the entire time. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

And there was no other place either of them wanted to be.

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