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ushiwakaout · 4 years

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parings: Kenma x reader, Oikawa x reader

warning: Fluff, bad grammar. nsfw under black line. fem reader. TIME SKIP HAIKYUU

a/n: request are open! please don’t be afraid to do so!

Kozume Kenma

Match made in heaven

Both of you are at home workers, other than the fact that kenma is a CEO of his own company

You work for him, you’re his editor and you work pretty fast since you obviously do nothing in your day but edit and binge watch anime

you guys could probably go days without talking and just communicate physically and understand everything.

If you go to the store, and he’s gaming that’s when you’ll talk

Always knock before you go into his little studio room

You never come behind him anymore because one time he was filming a scary gameplay with a heart monitor and everyone thought you gave him a heart attack

but no, kenma is just baby and you wanted a good laugh- you felt really bad about it tho bc it was live and you where crying your ass off and he was yelling at you

fake breakup video like the next day for trolling

Okaya anywho

if you want his attention and he’s live, you remove one side of his headset and kiss his cheek (theres a several compilation videos of you doing that all over youtube) “I’m going to the store, you want anything?”

you always wait like 30 seconds and caress him a little to let him know you’re physically there and not just standing there.

“Uh- yeah... yeah. Hold on.” (there is also a compilation of kenma just ignoring you and you just standing there until he answers)

you always end up naming his favorite snacks, drinks and food and he either agrees or denies.

everyone thinks its weird how your relationship works

SOME MANY VIDEOS OF “kenma and y/n communicating without any words”

you go many places by yourself since kenma does very long streams or just long videos

you both stay up really late together

if hes not making videos hes looking at paperwork and if hes not doing that he’s helping you edit

somehow kenma is the more productive one

you have channel yourself that slowly grows thanks to kenma

you only do lives and leave up the whole streams bc you dread editing but you’ll do anything for kenma

just to make extra cash you have and OF

most of the videos consist of watching you play video game while kenma eats you out under the desk

a lot of audios because kenma doesn’t like being his face filmed while having sex

theres a video in your own OF when you do a tik tok trend where you surprise him while he’s filming

“Kenma can you help me for a second.”

“Hmm, what is it kitten?”

He paused his game and while his chair turned you undid your robe

Luckly he’s not live and kept the camera on

He just smiles and spreads his legs for you

(gdiewgsfiuchsiufviusdghvypofgsivhrwshb my brain is malfunctioning ugh im so in love with kenma its not even funny)

He makes you sit on his lap, as he suckles your nipple in his mouth.

His hand firmed tightly around your rips as he kisses every inch of your chest

“You’re so pretty... So fucking pretty.” He mumbles. He’s kissing down your chest all the way to your tummy before picking you up and making you stand

He makes you stand in front of the camera while stands behind you and kisses the crook of your neck.

“I want you to look in the camera for me kitten, can you do that?” He kisses her jaw “Can you be a good girl for me?”

(wow if i write any more smut for kenma i think i might go crazy jskwbvbdei)

sex is very much a frequent thing, most of the time it starts as cock warming while watching a movie and two second later your begging to milk kenmas cock again

he loves when you beg for his cock, makes him feel wanted

he loves feeling your tight pussy clench around him when hes about to cum and you’re cumming for the third time, panting, begging, crying to having him fill you up with his hot cum.

Blow jobs under his desk or while hes on an important call are a must.

you love watching his cock slowly twitch with pre cum when you lick his shaft

mmm i need to stop- i love him so much ugh

Oikawa Tooru

Being lazy in argentina was a dream but a little lonely

Tooru was always away at practive but lcukly the apartment he had been renting had a pool, and you spend most of your days at the pool, reading or playing some game he just bought you

you hate how early he freaking wakes up

hes making breakfast and blending shakes at like 5 in the morning

there’s days he doesn’t really mean to wake you, you know the difference bc if he wants to wake you he’ll leave the blender run for a while and if h doesn’t he does it in seperate pulses so it’s not so damn loud

if he does it on purpose, he has breakfast ready for you before his own

doesn’t expect you to stick around after you eat

when he wakes you on accident he’s like “Oh my baby i’m so sorry honey.”

cue kiss attacks, warm hugs and him making you a cup of coffee/tea, whatever you prefer that morning

he’s so sweet

he knows you work hard too (even tho it doesn’t seem like it bc people think youtubers and streamers have an easy job when it clearly is mentally very stressful)

He knows that when he wakes you up, you had legit just gone to bed like two hours ago.

sometimes you sleep though the noise and before he leaves he wakes you up just a little so he can kiss you goodbye.

its always something like *shake* *shake* “Baby.... honey” *caressing of the head/cheek/hair* “I gotta go to practice now, give me a kiss princess.” you always wake up to the sound of that and give his a really sweet and tender kiss. Oikawa really just wants to fall back asleep with you and hold you, especially today since it was a cold morning

after you give him the kiss, you caress his cheek and then shove him away- a little jumpy that he need to go. “Love you.” you mutter before covering yourself with the blankets

he always slaps your ass over the blankets, it never huts but it’s just a sign of his actually leaving to practice

You wear his stuff when he leaves

low key have attachment issues since you moved with him to Argentina

other than pool side reading, or doing a few laps before breakfast- you really don’t do anything but work.

Work for you consisted you of just playing video games or streaming

You’re popular on the female side of gamers

sometimes you have streams where you ask your fans to play and write down their handles and you’d add them to a game or sum

Everyone knows your dating a professional volleyball player an they think it’s an interesting duo

You cry when Tooru brought Hinata over, he smelt like home

you def. helped him adjust to the life in argentina bc it’s nothing like home.

hinata comes over for dinner ever weekend

if you’re not working or at the pool, you’re in a white hoddie and some shorts, just watching Hinata play some beach volleyball while playing some game

You very much remind him of kenma- it helped a lot when he got some sick- you didn’t really ‘help’ you just cried with him about how much you miss home

although your schedule isnt the best, youre always awake when tooru gets home, always there to greet him with kisses

hes lucky you like cooking, bc he always comes home to an empty stomach

you’re probably the slowest cooker he knows but you take your sweet time bc you know that it always comes out w the best result and he doesnt complain anymore

baths w oikawa are frequent

muscles sores are a usual so seconds before he gets home theres a hot bath being pampered with your love for him

you work so slow on everything hes surprised you actually get stuff done

a little offended that he doesn’t believe in your slow work ethic bc it worked since highschool.

there had been times where he just ask if you’re not ever sick of being at home locked in all day and it stated a very month long fight.

sleeping in different rooms

(LIL ANGST AHEAD)

Tooru can hear you cry from the other room

he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, he really didn’t. he just doesn’t want you to regret anything- especially moving here with him

you hate it when he questions your life ethics. it makes you feel like a failure and unworthy.

your life is simple and you like it that way but the second he questions it you think that you aren’t doing enough

will 100% sleep outside your door because he can’t sleep alone anymore. he’s gotten used to you being right next to him

you realize that it seems he’s given up so now it’s time to go to the kitchen and get water

but to your surprise tooru is very asleep on the doorframe when you open the door. it’s makes your heart ache just a little bit. he looks tired, his eyes are puffy but he looks so at peace.

you wake him up to go to bed but he has other plans.

he’s kissing you so sweetly, every piece of skin he can find he will kiss

will carry you to bed and kiss your tummy as your shirt ran a little too high

will start to kiss your inner thigh and pull down your underwear and slowly make his way up to your pussy

you’re clearly trying to shove him off (not hard enough) because you keep closing your legs and trying to push him with your foot

will spread your legs and keep his hands there to he can start eating you out

this is his apology. this his how oikawa tooru says im sorry without saying it. soft pleasuring, orgasmic sex.

his fingers are so deep in your pussy while he’s sucking on your clit. he doesn’t look at you when you cum because he feels like he doesn’t deserve to see it.

you’re begging him to look at you after he’s done fingering you so you can kiss him with your taste this lingering oh his tongue

fucks you in a matting press because when it’s slow and he’s thrusting it all in.... i don’t think he’s seen you twitch and drool so much

tooru is there to pleasure you and when he sees you cry out of the pleasure you know he’ll be forgiven when it’s over

aftercare is even better

he doesn’t make you do anything

he presses you, gives you kisses and over all will apologize verbally when you’re slowly falling asleep in his arms

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star-boy-baku · 3 years

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i didnt know you were answering asks!!! first of all i wanted to say that i absolutely adore violent delights,it utterly destroyed me and made me feel so many emotions i ranted about it to my friends so much that they were emotional about it too and started to fear the days of the update lmao

anyway, i got carried away. I was just wondering what are your opinions about todoroki? if you even have them tbh but i was thinking maybe favorite dynamics, hot takes, hcs, etc

I don't mind answering asks, I love rambling about my hyperfixation! Thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoyed (well, through the pain) reading VD! I mean, in the end, all the angst led to a kinda happy ending for our boys, so I guess it's okay. But yeah, writing it has been emotional too! Thank you so much for reading it 🖤💥 Okay, so Todoroki! (Maybe as an info before my rant, I am not up to date with the manga but I'm trying and have seen the anime up to the latest episode). I relate to him as a fellow surv:vor but also that's the reason I keep my distance from his complex/tragic backstory tbh. So let's keep that out of my rant so my blood doesn't boil haha. (I despise Enji, one could maybe see that in VD lol).

fav dynamic: Todoroki with the Bakusquad! I want him to be part of it because hey, he sees Bakugou as friend and I feel like he sees all of class 1-A as a friend in some way because he has never been able to really define that line of friendship for himself before? And I dunno, Todoroki spending Friday game night with the Bakusquad sounds hilarious to me. Kirishima and Mina explain him the rules of boardgames but talk over each other, so Todoroki is completely lost (and wins anyway). I also feel like he would always show up with the most expensive snacks bought by his Dad's credit card and make mental notes what his friends favourite snacks are, stepping up his game each week. Also when playing charade, he would be absolutely oblivious to the most simple explanations and fail at every word regarding pop culture, leaving Kaminari in tears and Bakugou furious, lol.

other hcs:

at movie nights he is the most fought over cuddle-partner because of his warm left side and the exquisite snacks he keeps close to him. Kaminari wins most of those fights by simply jumping onto him.

he is awful with public transportation because of living such a secluded life and whenever class 1-A goes on a trip, they have to keep track of him so he doesn't get lost. jirou and uraraka hook arms with him whenever it's time to change trains/busses

he isnt really into animals, does ignore them mostly and whenever class 1-A gushes over a stray they spot and try to get their attention, the stray will end up following Todoroki around instead, who feeds them and, maybe after a week, gives them shy pats on the head.

he is demi! and deku is his first and best friend he loves with all his heart like you should love your friends until at their last day at UA, when Deku leans over to look at his pro hero diploma (is this a thing? lets pretend lol!), the green curls tickle his neck in a funny way that makes his stomach flip and his heart flutter and he realizes, he /loves/ deku.

#bnha #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #todoroki shōto

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synnefo-nefeli · 4 years

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I’m a die hard Clerith shipper since 1997, you can’t change my mind but the one thing I won’t tolerate in FFVII aside from shipping wars, is anyone shitting on Tifa.

Don’t. You can like Clerith without hating Tifa. You can find other reasons to not to like Tifa as character, that isn’t “I don’t like her because she gets in the way of my ship”

Personally, Tifa isn’t one of my top tier FF characters, but I am not going to ignore how much of a badass and important person Tifa is to Cloud’s story.

People cite Aerith’s death and burial as the most important moment of FFVII, and yes it’s heartbreaking and an iconic scene. But you know what’s also an important scene?

Tifa in the lifestream with Cloud setting his memories straight. Tifa who up until this moment unbeknownst to the player, is aware that Cloud as he’s presented himself thus far *isnt* the Cloud he thinks he is. She’s been patiently going along with Cloud’s story trying to figure out *what happened* to him/ how he appeared in Midgar boasting of being a SOLDIER while clearly suffering from Mako poisoning/how will she ultimately break this story to him.

Think how hard it was for her to watch Cloud have ptsd episodes and not know how to ground him other than to say “it’s okay. Pull yourself together, let’s keep moving”, because she doesn’t know how or why Cloud is suffering.

But then they fall into the Lifestream together and Tifa helps Cloud sift through the memories warped and altered by the poisoning and Cloud’s severe PTSD.

Only Tifa could help Cloud here- she’s the only one on the Team who has known Cloud since they were young/understands Cloud’s motivations for wanting to become stronger in joining SOLDIER.

This part of the game is beautiful and emotional, and very ahead of it’s time in its portrayal and meta-discussion of PTSD; Cloud isn’t magically healed and back to normal, he never will be, be he’s reclaimed his identity enough that he can begin to heal. I’m replaying the original atm and the moment still holds and I’m hoping that the remake nails this moment. It’s as important and impactful to Cloud as a character as Aerith’s death.

Speaking of Aerith. Aerith and Tifa become friends from the jump. Aerith is so respectful of Tifa that twice she makes sure that she isn’t encroaching on Cloud and Tifa’s relationship. She asks Cloud if Tifa is his girlfriend, she reassures Tifa in Don Cornero’s Mansion that she’s not there to steal Cloud from her.

And yeah, Aerith isn’t trying to steal Cloud or anything - she helped a cute buff guy recover from a fall, asked him for an escort because this time the Turks brought backup to capture her, and got swept up in the ensuing events.

Hell, Aerith is ride or die for Tifa BEFORE THEY EVEN FORMALLY MEET EACH OTHER. Aerith sees Tifa being carted off to Wall Market and her “some bad shit’s about to happen to this woman if we don’t move NOW” senses go off.

Cloud’s like “oh let me take you home first and I’ll get my teammates...” and Aerith’s like “YOU NAIVE FOOL? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO CUTE GIRLS IN WALL MARKET? (tbh, considering how naive Cloud can be, I am going with ‘nope’.) WE GOTTA GO! QUICK GET INTO THIS SEXY DRESS BECAUSE MR. SOLDIER YOU’RE NOT COMING UP WITH A BETTER PLAN WE CAN WORK WITH!!” Aerith drives the entire plan to get into the Don’s mansion. She negotiates the dress, the wig, the makeup, EVERYTHING, to make sure that Cloud can pass as a women to come into the Mansion with her.

Heck, Aerith was going to go into the mansion HERSELF to get Tifa when the guard was like “No dudes allowed.” The only reason they went looking for dresses in Cloud’s size, was because Cloud got all “No, I can’t let you go in there a lone if it’s as bad as you think it is”, (as if he hadn’t just spent the last day with this woman watching her completely kick ass in battle). So Aerith was like, “Fine, you wanna come with me? Get in the Silk Dress, Cloud” with the same energy as Shinji’s Dad.

And when Aerith gets captured, Tifa was like “WE GOTTA GO AND SAVE HER FROM SHINRA!” as well as protecting Aerith through the whole ShinRa office building mission when the groups had to split up. So yeah, these two queens love and respect each other from the get-go, they put Cloud in his place, tease the shit out of him and Barret, probably had hair-braiding trains at camp, and support the hell out of each other .

Also, as we see from the rest of FFVII and in AC, Tifa is devastated by her friend’s death and continues to grieve with Cloud. Tifa is emotionally intelligent enough to see that Cloud’s grief and guilt over Aerith’s death is killing him, but also respects his need for space. However, when she finds that he has Geostigma and has staying away from everyone so he can just waste away and die as some sort of penance for not being able to save Aerith and zack, she get’s PISSED at him. Tifa is instrumental in bringing Cloud back (again) to his senses. Making him see, that he doesn’t only belong to himself, he belongs to their family, just as much as they belong to him. The love and fierce protection Cloud has for his family? They have that for him and believe he’s more than worthy of that love. Tifa takes none of Cloud’s mopey and self-loathing bs, and sets him straight.

So if you think Tifa is only there for fan-service, an annoying bitch who is there to be jealous of Aerith, is there just to make a love triangle so SE can pander to fans on both sides, you clearly

a) didn’t play the games b) missed one of the best female relationships and examples of women supporting women in gaming c) missed how equally important both Aerith and Tifa are to Cloud in their own ways

IMO I see her and Cloud as platonic soulmates- kinda like Black Widow and Hawkeye- they have history, they have shared trauma from their childhoods and in the destruction of Nibelheim, they know what it’s like to grow up in a poor country town that’s been exploited by Shinra on so many levels from the natural resources to it’s culture of military indoctrination and idealization.

Yes, there was an innocent first love, but after certain events, to me- it’s moved beyond romantic attraction between them. They’re always going to be important to each other and in each other's lives.

Their innocent first love to me, mirrors Zack and Aerith’s, but Aerith moved on and fell in love with Cloud. Yes, Cloud reminded her of Zack, she probably wanted to remain close to Cloud to get closure on what exactly happened to him.

People often forget, Aerith *knows* Zack’s died and returned to the Lifestream in the way that she knew her adoptive mother’s husband had died before word reached them. When she has her awkward moment in Gongaga it’s not because she’s now realizing that he’s dead, she’s now realizing that these are Zack’s parents and they still don’t know what became of their son. Zack was scrambled into Cloud’s memories due to trauma and because Zack was someone Cloud looked up and was his ideal, combined with the fact that Zack was the only person talking to Cloud for 9 months as Zack carried his catatonic self back to Midgar. But Cloud didn’t *become* Zack, only Zack’s plans of becoming a mercenary and being a former SOLDIER were impressed upon him. If Cloud actually became Zack he would have been chipper, this energetic “I’m a hero!” all around good-guy hero Zack made himself out to be. The Cloud we first meet...isn’t- yes he thinks he’s a former SOLDIER turned merc, but he’s sardonic, arrogant, and too much of “tough guy/lone wolf”...he’s more like his child-like self who was made to feel like an outsider and wants to showoff how much cooler and stronger he’s become. He didn’t find Aerith because Zack was some how possessing him. Aerith and Cloud meeting was destiny, and their subsequent relationship is independent of their past histories with Zack. And if Aerith is interested in Cloud because she reminds him of Zack - well...the woman is allowed to have a type.

I digress.

Cloud was in love with Tifa in that - “hey! notice me! If I go off an become this awesome guy, I’ll be worthy of your attention” sort of way, that teens get. He was a lonely kid, often bullied by the other children in the village (Tifa included), and probably didn’t know *why* he wanted Tifa’s attention- it was most likely Tifa had the most social capital among the kids. And despite her hot/cold treatment of him,Cloud who was desperate to prove himself, figured that if he somehow “won” Tifa’s attention, it would “show them”. I am not saying that Cloud was using Tifa or didn’t care about her- he does love her. He blamed himself for not being strong enough to save her when she tried climb Mt. Nibel. But you can’t ignore that his thirst to prove himself wasn’t wrapped up in his crush. It’s your typical “become a hero, get the girl” idealization. Cloud was 14 when he left Nibelheim for Shinra’s military. He was a child, just like Tifa, with a naive idea about how the world worked- and the world slapped them both in the face, HARD. Relationships mature and change over time. Outside forces can and will shift your dynamics in how your relate to the people you love. Sometimes your first crush, becomes one of your very best friends (happened to me personally so maybe this informs my take on Cloud and Tifa) because when you’re young you don’t understand that loving someone, outside of your nuclear family, isn’t only constrained to romance. This is what I believe happened to them. Cloud and Tifa had the quintessential school yard crush, and when they were reunited years later in Midgar, they still care deeply for each other in a different way than they did when they were 14 and 13.

But those are MY feelings, it’s how I play the game’s attraction mechanics; I am afforded to shape Cloud’s relationships as I, the gamer, see fit. I understand why Cloti shippers ship Cloud and Tifa, and they’re just as valid as Clerith, Zarith, Clack, etc.. but I’m a sucker for M/F platonic soulmates because there needs to be MORE of that in media. I rather Cloud and Tifa be platonic soul mates, co-parenting Marlene and Denzel with Barret, than Cloud “settling for Tifa because Aerith died”. which that explanation for Cloud x Tifa, often used by Clerith shippers, just undermines who Tifa is as a character and her’s and Cloud’s relationship.

But anyway, even though I don’t ship them and Tifa is not my #1 girl for VII, she is a vital character. She’s not there for fan-service. She’s not there exclusively for a love triangle and to cause tension between Aerith and Cloud. Tifa is VITAL to Cloud’s story, to the story of VII, to the planet of Gaia. You wouldn’t have VII’s core story without Tifa. And I will go to the mat for her just as hard as Aerith did when she saw Tifa in the cart bound for Wall Market.

So again: you may not ship her with Cloud, or she may not be your fave in VII, but in this house we forever respect the badass queen whose name is Tifa Lockhart

#ffvii #rant #tifa lockhart #in this house we love and respect Tifa Lockhart #even though we don't ship her with anyone really #I used to ship her with Barret and sometimes Rude #If Cloud didn't exist I would prolly ship her with Aerith tbh

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luzbie-art · 6 years

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Russian cottage.

America had had no chance the minute he stepped out of the car to stand face to face with a very tall, very manly Russia. It's not like he wasn't tall and manly himself, but seeing the other wearing a coat, a thick plaid shirt and a traditional ushanka hat while balancing chunks of wood on his right shoulder was as manly as one could get. Serious lumberjack daddy material. Not that he would ever admit to have thought of that...

Anyway, their bosses had decided that they should spend some time together, you know, to improve the relations between the two countrys. Why did that need to happen on Russia's countryside house in the middle of winter was beyond him, and yet here he was, about to freeze to death and faking a smile at the other.

"You are here earlier than I had expected. I was just making sure we had enough wood for the weekend" Ivan said as he motioned with his eyes at what he was carrying "Come inside. Once you leave your luggage there you can help me finish."

And with that he turned around and started walking towards the house. Alfred hurried behind him muttering under his breath something about how he felt like he was gonna freeze to death. And maybe complaining in his mind a little about the lack of interest in Russia's greeting. He wasn't thrilled to be there either, but still.

From what America could see, the house was nice and humble. All wooden walls with warm light emanating from the windows. Its roof was covered in snow, just like its surroundings. It was located in a beautiful and secluded clear in a forest. America thought it looked like something out of a 'wish you were here' postal. Except no one in their right mind would want to be there. It was fucking Winterfell!!

Russia led him inside. He showed him his room and America threw his belongings unceremoniously on the tiny bed.

"How was your flight?" Russia asked once they were back in the living room. He wasn't really happy with this whole situation, America could tell, but at least he was making an effort to try and be polite.

"It was fine, I guess. Really long, though. More like endless" He approached the fireplace as he spoke, desperately trying to warm up his hands.

"I see." Russia said simply while looking at his actions "Here, you can have my gloves. I wouldn't want you to lose your fingers out there because of the cold." He added and proceeded to take them off.

America had already forgotten that they were supposed to go back outside to get more wood. He made a whining noise and reluctantly took the gloves.

"Aw, man! haven't you cut enough trees already? We need to be more Green ya know??" He joked. He really didn't want to go outside. But the thought of seeing Russia using an ax and cutting wood, all sweaty and masculine wasn't an unpleasant one. Not at all.

Russia loosened his ever-present scarf a little bit and opened a cabinet near the door. He pulled out a little canteen and poured the content in its cap. It was like a little shot glass. "Drink this," he said handing the cap to America "it's not tasty but it will warm you up before going out."

America took it, and smelled it suspiciously. It was some sort of strong booze. Probably vodka, knowing the russian. He drank it in one swift movement and inmediatly felt the heat burning down his throat, traveling all the way down to his stomach. Damn, that WAS strong. But it kinda worked. Russia took his own shot straight from the steel canteen and after closing it, motioned for the american to follow him. As soon as he opened the door the wind came rushing inside.

They got out, barely speaking the whole time they were there, saving their warm breaths to themselves. Alfred was good at cutting wood but he kept getting distracted by Ivan's movements. He looked so strong, so in his element. America had some pretty low temperatures back home, but he could always go south to pass the winter in a relatively warm weather. He couldn't imagine living in a place like Russia's house. Suddendly he respected him a little more, even if he already did.

After a while, they went back inside carrying their respectives piles of firewood. The heat from the fireplace was heavenly so they both took off their coats. Russia put his ushanka away too. His hair looked disheveled and messy and Alfred fought back an impulse to run his fingers through it.

"Soooo..." he started saying instead, taking the gloves off and rubbing his hands together "what do ya wanna do?" It was pretty late in the afternoon already but he wasn't tired.

"Well, we could eat something. I took the liberty to prepare some Pelmeni" Ivan answered, heading to the small kitchen at the back of the house. Then, noticing America's confused face he explained "It's like some sort of pasta. You'll like it."

Alfred nodded. He could manage pasta, and as he imagined it he felt his stomach growling at him in anticipation. He followed the other to the kitchen and sat down at the wooden table there. He could tell Russia had tidied up. Everything looked clean and in its place. The perfectly arranged centerpiece filled with natural pine cones, gave it away. He smiled to himself. After all this time they were still trying to outdo the other, trying to win. What? He had no idea, but he couldn't blame him though, he would've done the same.

They ate in relative silence. Only making small talk about the weather or the food, which ended up being really yummy in America's opinion. It was like some sort of ravioli filled with lamb. A strong taste but nice if you appreciated that kind of thing.

When they finished and Russia was taking away the dishes, Alfred started feeling bored. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the company or the calm atmosphere that had settled between them, but he was an anxious man and he liked, no, he needed to constantly do something.

"You wanna play something? A board game, maybe?" He asked casually, and on a second thought he added with a smirk while looking up "...or a drinking game?"

Russia turned around from the counter to look at him. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows a little "A drinking game? What are you, 15?" he said with a smirk of his own.

America rolled his eyes at that "I have the body of a 19 years old, actually, thank you very much."

Russia widened his eyes at that for half a second, suddendly remembering America's age. He was so very young, so beautiful in his untameable youth. And yet so strong. That alone almost made him forget just how much older than America he was. It's not like he was an old man. On the contrary, his body looked barely 26 years old. But still.

"C'moooon, dude. It'll be fun!" Alfred's voice brought him back from his thoughts "We can play something like 'never have i ever' with that thing from before."

Russia pondered the idea for a moment and decided that seeing the american getting drunk and spilling his secrets would be entretaining. Besides, he was starting to get bored as well.

"Fine. We will play" he aswered finally "But not with that." He added and moved to a cabinet to his left in order to retreive something from inside it. "This." He said "This is for drinking."

America looked at the elegant, tall and cilindric bottle Ivan was holding now. In its label he could read "Русское золотo".

" 'Russian gold', huh? Why am I not surprised?" He exclamed with a chuckle. "Okay then. This should be interesting."

They settled for sitting on the beige fluffly rug in front of the fireplace. Russia knew it would get too hot eventually but since America insisted and technically he was his guest... he agreed. He had brought two shot glasses from the kitchen along with the bottle. It kinda felt like a waste of a good vodka to drink it this way, but whatever. It had been too long since he last got drunk and if he was being forced to get through this weekend with the american he might as well enjoy it a little bit and loosen up. Alfred was a cocky little bitch, but lately they had gotten so much closer. Like it had been many years ago, before things got complicated. A part of him truly and honestly enjoyed his company, even if sometimes another part of him wanted to strangle the younger country. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Do ya wanna start?" Alfred said looking at him, half of his face iluminated by the fire, the other barely visible.

Russia thought hard for a little bit. He understood how the game worked but he hadn't really played before so it was hard to know how to begin. "I would rather you start, since you seem to have more experience."

America made a face. "Dude. It's not rocket science" he said laughing and Ivan thought: 'no, of course it isnt. If it were I would be good at it! Better than you, actually...'

"Never have i ever..." America started "cried in front of another nation."

Russia rolled his eyes at that. What a stupid thing to admit to. Everyone was once young and weak, bullied by others. It was common sense to know that and yet... He reluctantly drank his shot "My sisters" he said as a form of explanation. America drank aswell "England" he explained "and Canada maybe, I don't remember."

Okay, now it was Russia's turn. That had been rather disappointing, but the vodka was glorious. 'Maybe this really was a waste...' he thought while refilling the glasses.

The look on America's face urged him to speak. He finally went with: "Never have I ever had a fling with another nation" and drank up.

"With 'fling' you mean sex, right? If so, then yeah" Alfred said and proceeded to empty his shot. A hard pang of jealousy went through Russia's body as he watched the other's adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. Imagining lips over that pretty neck was not something he wanted to do at the moment. He was almost glad America hadn't given any names along with his confession. That way he couldn't hate on anyone.

"Man, this is some good vodka. No wonder you call it 'gold'." Alfred said looking at his empty glass and then taking the bottle to refill his and Russia's. "Okay so... Never have I ever had a threesome!" He finished saying and expectantly looked at the older nation in front of him. Russia moved to rest his weight on his right elbow and made himself a little more comfortable, almost lying down on his side now. But he didn't drink, and neither did America.

"Interesting." the latter said with a lopsided smile and a raised eyebrow "I thought everyone in the old world was a pervert, or maybe you're just really slow." He finished with a wink.

"Your glass remains untouched, so I take it you must be really slow as well? Not that I didn't know that already. You wouldn't be able to tell someone liked you even if they were right in front of your face" Ivan retorted with a sly smirk. And only after the words were already out of his mouth did he realize that he had exposed himself a little bit. He hid his blush behing his scarf, but America didn't seem to register anything. God, he really was a little slow. He hurried up with his turn of the game to change the subject.

"Never have I ever enjoyed watching someone else suffer." and he drank. America raised his eyebrows at that.

"That's pretty dark, you know... but" he raised his glass to his mouth and drank "Yeah, I have. Not that I'm proud of it." he said with a shrug. Then he took off his sweater, muttering that it was starting to get too hot. Russia internally rolled his eyes at that and bit his tongue not to say 'I told you so', but then Alfred's t-shirt got caught in the movement and his stomach and back were exposed for a few seconds. Russia's eyes traveled down his frame. His skin seemed to glow in this lightning. Or maybe the alcohol was doing something to him. How strange. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt and loosened his scarf. He knew it wasn't a good idea to sit in front of the fire.

The younger nation noted his actions and curiosity finally got the best of him "Hey, Ivan... Do you ever take off that scarf?" and without really thinking about it he moved his hand to touch the soft material. Russia froze. He grabbed the other's hand and put it back down trying to ignore how the blue eyes fell to the ground in embarrassment. "I just don't like not wearing it." he said sternly and that was the only explanation America was going to get, so he nodded, not wishing to push the subject any further. Refilling the glasses, and already feeling a little more than tipsy he said:

"Never have I ever had sex with another nation's citizen" he looked at Russia after saying it, expectantly.

"You haven't?" The other asked after gulping down his drink, incredulous.

"Of course I have." America replied with a blush and downed his vodka "It was actually one of your citizens..."

"Really?" another pang of unexplained jealousy, but then Alfred said: "Hey, don't give me that look! She had a sexy accent." and Ivan just raised his violet eyes at him. The other seemed to realize what he had admitted to and his cheeks went red.

"I mean, you know. Accents are kinda cool." he explained scratching the back of his head. "And I just have a thing for rolled r's" he laughed it off.

Russia smiled to himself and made a mental note to remember it. "Is that so, Америкa?" he said it like that on purpose and it was lovely when the american's cheeks lit up.

"Shut up." and with that he moved closer to his face "The accent was nice on her, on a man like you, not so much."

Never one to back away from a challenge Russia inched closer as well. He let his amethist eyes wander through that glaring face. One half adornated by the dancing lights of the fire, the other hidden in the shadows. He stared at the other's mouth for a second before he spoke.

"Never have I ever kissed a russian man."

He had meant for America to admit he liked the accent on both genders, but what the other did next surprised him even more. Alfred put one hand on his right cheek and closed the distance between them. Their lips touched. It was chaste but heavenly. The room was suddenly so quiet that the crackling of the fire hurt his ears. America's lips were moving against his own and they were so warm, so perfect. But this perfection ended as soon as it had begun. He hadn't had time to even respond to it.

"Now, I have" America said pulling back "but my glass is empty."

Russia couldn't think or talk just yet. He moved automatically to refill the glass, but was stopped by Alfred's hand.

"You know, big guy, I think I've drank enough for tonight." he announced "I know, I know. I'm a light weight." he continued putting his hands in the air "But I think it's time to stop, my head is starting to spin a little."

'HIS head is starting to spin?!' Russia thought. Well HIS OWN head was about to fucking explode. And not because of the alcohol. America had just kissed him. Did that really happen? It must have. His lips still stung a little where the other's mouth had touched them. Had Alfred done that just to get him back because of the accent remarks or...? God. Maybe the younger nation was right. It was time to stop.

They both got up. Russia was mostly silent as they cleaned up. He accompanied Alfred to his room. Asked if he was cold, if he needed anything else. America said 'no' to both. But oh how he wanted to say something about earlier! He had no idea why he had done that. Well, actually yes, he did. Ivan was hot, and oh maaan, that teasing! Shit, he had thought the other was coming on to him with that whole 'kissed a russian man' thing. But when he did kiss him, he went imposibly still, like frozen in place! He had obviously misunderstood... Ivan didn't like him that way and now he felt like dying of embarrassment. At least he could blame it on the alcohol, he wasn't lying about feeling a little dizzy. But maybe it was for a whole other reason. Better not think too much about it.

Russia left and went to his own bedroom. He took his clothes off, carefully folding them and leaving them on a chair in the corner. He put on a plain white t-shirt, some stripped pajama pants and laid back on the bed, not getting in just yet. He stared at the wooden ceiling, left arm behind his head, the other resting on his chest. He thought about earlier and his right hand rose to touch his lips instinctively. America had kissed him. He felt almost ashamed of feeling so happy about it. It was childlish, really. Everything was part of the game they were playing, it hadn't meant anything to the other nation. But still he felt butterflies in his stomach just by the memory of it. Giving up and abandoning the last bit of dignity he had left, he let his imagination run free. He went back to that moment. But this time he didn't let America pull away... No, instead he grabbed his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair, loving the softness of it. He kissed back, hard. In his mind, America even made a sound of pleasure and opened his mouth for him. Noticing that his pajama pants were starting to tent a little, he stopped. He wasn't about to jerk off while the other was a few steps away in his guest room! No, he needed to calm down. He was tired anyways. It had been a really long day. First cleaning up the house, then cutting all that wood, and then... Well. He deserved some rest. With that in mind he got under the covers and rolled onto his side, his back to the door.

...

America's mind was a mess. He was lying on the tiny wooden bed, having changed into his pj's. Suddenly his hands went up to cover his blushing face. He tried not to but he couldn't help it! He kept going over and over what had happened. He felt stupid. And god, he hated when things didn't go his way! Why hadn't Russia kissed him back? People had told him before that he didn't know how to read the atmosphere, but that wasn't true! Not with this kind of things at least. The way Ivan had looked at his lips before speaking, there was no way he had been wrong about that! It just didn't make sense. Sure, they weren't exactly friends but they were on good enough terms, they could share a few kisses if they wanted to. Hell, he wanted even more than that. And suddenly realization hit him, striking him like lightning. It made him move his hands slowly from his face to his sides. He WANTED Russia. He really did. And he was Alfred Fucking Jones, the personification of the fucking United States of America. He wasn't one to ask for permission, he just took what he wanted. It hit him like an epiphany. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and got up. He was gonna take what he wanted and if Ivan didn't want him back then he would just have to tell him so, instead of being a little pussy and remain silent like he had done before.

He went out to the hall separating both rooms, his bare feet getting cold against the hardwood flooring. He reached the other nation's door which was only half way closed and then pushed in. The bedroom was dark, the only light entering from where he was standing. Because of it, he saw his own shadow over the bed, and only then noticed Russia's body beneath the covers, facing the other way. Maybe he was asleep and this had been a bad idea. He almost turned around to leave but decided against it. 'No! C'mon Al, grow a pair and take what you want' he thought.

Russia had been on the verge of falling asleep when he heard the slight creaking of the door. In a second his senses were magnified and he could even hear his own heartbeat. He felt the weight of the bed shifting and yet he made no sign of being awake. What was America doing? A trembling hand touched his left shoulder, pulling him so he was lying on his back. Only then did he open his lilac eyes. A pair of blue ones greeted him with a smile.

"Alfred, what are you doing?" He said in a whisper. For some reason the room was too quiet for anything louder than that.

'Dont ask for permission' America thought and kissed the man beneath him without warning. Russia's eyes widened. He pushed the other back and stared at him. He wanted to say something, to ask him just what the hell he was playing at, to make him stop confusing him like that, but he didn't. Because a part of him really wanted to kiss back. A part of him was dying to touch Alfred, and this time he wasn't going to miss on the opportunity.

America looked like he was about to flee the room, completely red in the face. His confidence from moments ago now gone. "I-I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to wake u up"

Ivan grabbed his shoulders, not really caring about what the other was saying. He pushed America back and rolled on top of him, making a mess of the covers as they went. He had a feral look on his face and Alfred started saying some nonsense about needing to go back to his room but he ignored him. Two could play that game, and Russia didn't care if the other was now backing away, after all, he wasn't one to ask for permission either. He bent down and kissed him. Hard.

It was just like he had imagined. America's lips were just as soft, just as tender. And he was responding aswell! Once he was over his initial shock, Alfred kissed him back with just as much want and need. His glasses were starting to get in the way and so Russia pulled back for a second in order to take them off and place them on the bedside table. America grabbed his face and pulled him back down for another kiss, afraid that he might change his mind and leave if they were apart for more than a few seconds. But Ivan could never do that, not when the other's hands traveled down from his face to tangle behind his neck. He didn't have his scarf on anymore and he felt somewhat exposed. His neck had some ugly scars and the skin there was really sensitive. America started peppering kisses on his right cheek, under his jaw, and finally on his neck. He sucked on it. For some reason that somewhat 'forbidden' area seemed to tempt him a lot. He was drawn to it and so he kept lapping and biting on the sensitive skin. A strangled noise escaped Russia's mouth and Alfred loved It. It was all too much.

"Америкa.." Russia said, pulling back a little to look into his deep blue eyes. It was a silent question, because maybe, just maybe, when it came to each other, they did ask for permission. Because they were equals even if they found it hard to admit. America understood and pecked his lips in response. Then he proceeded to take off Russia's night t-shirt, marveling in the sight of every inch of skin that was slowly revealed. Always hiding under several layers of clothing, seeing Ivan's bare torso now felt like a dream come true. He was even more beautiful and strong than what he had imagined. His white skin seemed to glow even in the dark room. America caressed his sides, his back and his chest almost as if making a map with his fingers and occasionally with his lips. Ivan wasn't used to the attention so he moved to take Alfred's clothes off. Why was the American looking at him like that? As if he was the most beautiful person in the world? He paled in comparison with Alfred's beauty. Amerca was half a man and half a child. He had a strong, fit body and the face of an angel. So very young and full of hope in those hipnotic blue eyes. He was a untameable force that drove Russia crazy and turned his world upside down. Everyone turned their faces when he entered a room. Ivan thought that he should be thankfull to touch such a precious being and yet...

And yet America kept looking at HIM in awe. He didn't understand why, but he felt blessed nonetheless. He bent down and started kissing the other's neck, biting and sucking a little. If this was really happening then he wanted proof to actually believe it the next morning. He left several hickeys on Alfred's perfect neck, so different from his own. He left some on his collarbones aswell, and then he kept moving down on his body, licking and kissing his way down. When he reached the american's underwear he quickly pulled it down. He gave America's inner thighs a few kisses before locking violet eyes with blue ones. He licked Alfred's lenght and then he took it in his mouth, closing his eyes as if savouring it.

Alfred got lost in that heat. He couldn't think straight, all he felt were Ivan's lips on his manhood and his gentle touches on his tights. He almost put his glasses back on because he wanted to clearly see and remember how Russia's pretty mouth looked around his cock, but even with his bad vision just a quick glance downwards sent shivers down his spine. He threw his head back and placed a hand on Ivan's head, pulling on that silver hair a little. Russia looked up at him while he bobbed his head. America looked so pretty like that, with his back arched and his neck exposed. He could see the hickeys there starting to form and that made him realise how much he enjoyed tasting the american, kissing his skin, claiming his body with his lips. He wanted to taste even more. He moved his hands to the back of Alfred's thighs and pushed them up and apart, leaving him completely exposed. Russia gave his cock a few more licks before grabbing it with his hand and descending a little. He sucked on the other's balls, playing with them and loving the sounds coming out of the other's mouth. He kept sucking and lapping down there while gently tugging on his dick. He went even lower, feeling the ring of muscle with his tongue. Circling it.

"F-fuck, Russia, please" America said panting, and he wasn't sure what he was begging for. By the time Ivan started thrusting his tongue in and out of his hole he was long gone. He was a moaning mess, desperately clawing at the bedsheets and tugging on Russia's hair. That only encouraged Ivan further and he added a finger along with his tongue. Soon there were only fingers inside of America, and Russia could only watch at how beautiful the other was, displayed for him like that. Alfred was truly a work of art. And his fingers weren't enough, for neither of them. He went to grab a bottle of lube he kept on his bedside table. It was barely used, since he didn't really do this often. He put a generous amount on his manhood, finally getting some much needed friction, and positioned himself at Alfred's entrance. The american nodded, still panting, and he started thrusting inside, slowly but steady. When his hips met America's ass cheeks he stopped for a moment, waiting for the other to adjust. Alfred got annoyed at that for some reason, he wasn't fucking made of glass. He moved his hips himself, urging Russia to stop being so gentle, he could take it, he was tough and he liked it a little rough. At that moment America was prepared to take whatever the other wanted to give him. Hell, he needed it.

Russia took the hint and quickly grabbed America's hips, pulling out until just the tip was inside and then pushing forcefully back. Both of them groaned at the feeling. Then Russia bended over, grabbed a handfull of Alfred's hair and started a brutal pace while pulling on it.

"Is this what you wanted with that little game of yours?" Ivan hissed on his ear and America shivered "for me to fuck you senseless? you could have just ask."

America breathed a laugh that mixed with a moan. "Isn't that what I just did?" he said, and then bit down hard on Russia's neck. The other groaned and pulled even harder on Alfred's hair. America didn't seem to mind. Instead he moved his legs and wrapped them around Russia's lower back, urging him deeper.

"Turn over" Ivan said after a moment, pulling out. His voice alone, low and husky, made America shiver and he quickly did as told. He got on his stomach, arching his back and opening his legs invitingly. Russia carressed his tighs and his buttocks, loving how soft they felt under his palms. He slapped one cheek and America yelped, then moaned when Ivan slapped him a second time. With the red silouette of his hand fading he entered him once again.

Ivan liked this position better, he could see the expanse of America's back, watch how his muscles flexed and relaxed in tune with his thrusts. He ran his figernails across that golden skin and loved the sounds Alfred made. A mixture of pain and pleasure. 'Truly beautiful' he thought.

Never, not even in his wildest dreams, he would've imagined they would end up like this. Of course he found the american attractive, but those thoughts, those feelings, they were so secretive and forbidden that they almost seemed unreal. It was just something inside his mind. Something he liked to imagine from time to time. But this. Oh, this was very real.

His senses were magnified. Everywhere their skin touched felt like it was burning. His ears were ringing and all he could hear were Alfred's cries of pleasure. He kissed... no. He bit his shoulder and wrapped his left hand around his dick, quickly jerking him off. America made a strangled noise, a warning, maybe. But it only made him keep going. He was so close himself.

One,

Two,

Three more thrusts and tugs and that was it for the two of them. America threw his head back in a silent cry and Ivan could literally feel him pulse and release in his hand. The sudden pressure and tightness along with that was enough to push him over the edge as well. He came hard inside of the other. He grabbed him by the waist and made sure to ride his orgasm until he could't bare the overstimulation anymore. He had to make the most of it in case it never happened again. He had to remember every single detail. Every feeling, every sound, every expression...

Exhausted, he pulled out and collapsed alongside Alfred. The american had his eyes closed and was breathing through his mouth, clearly spent aswell. Russia thought about it for a few seconds and then decided it was okay to cuddle, so he moved closer and put an arm around him.

"That. Was. Amazing." America breathed out softly.

"You need to visit me more often" Ivan said, without thinking.

Alfred nuzzled his hair and smiled, saying: "Careful what you wish for..."

Coming all the way to Russia's house hadn't been such a bad idea after all.

#rusame #fan fiction #fanfic #hetalia #aph rusame #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #i know this is shit #but oh well...#happy valentine's day #smut #lemon #sorry if it sucks #no beta we die like men #rusame fic

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teddy-feathers · 5 years

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look my problem with the au megamind where Roxanne is the alien and megamind is the reporter is i cant stop thinking about what i want out of that and how its probably not what other people want out of that which should mean 'oh shit i gotta write it' but really means 'in the next couple of months im going to rewatch megamind and be extremely frustrated because idk how to write these people as is let alone in an au'

but here are some thoughts

Itd have to take place on megaminds home world so like. have to develop that culture and frame it as the usual and other things as oddities

metroman still shows up at the same time the baby human does

roxan richie and metromans rivalry is less of a game and more of a metroman one up'd her ome to many times so now shes gotta take him out

its fine not because shes incompetent- in fact her death rays and pointy sticks are ingenious and have 0% public property or civilian causalities - but because metroman is not only impossible to kill, he adapts to anything that gets close (anything that doesnt kill him makes him stronger literally)

i guess this means theres a good chunk of the story that is centered around human adaptability vs perfect hero dudes adaptability

Roxanne Ritchie is actually a noted scientist or something at the local research facility - i figure blue people planet is really advanced and everyones at least a little technosmart but while it doesnt come as easily or naturally to Roxanne her way of thinking is really unique n shiz and shes an asset to every team....

but if you see her in a mask with some project from the lab macguivered into a gun trying to kill metroman well, no ones getting hurt and humans need hobbies and everyone respects the mask desptie the fact shes the ONLY human on the planet so its not like its hard to figure out who she is

she does spend a lot of nights having to rebuild projects and apologizing and such but basically everyone plays the plausible deniability card and asks her questions abiut what went wrong and okay so the masked menace failed after you let them steal our project but lets pretend for a moment the goal was to fix crops how would you say this did? and grumply shed revamp the guns weird side effect into an alien pollinating crop duster or whatever

got carried away when REALLY all I WANTED to say was

Whille Roxanne Ritchie is adaptable ingenuity and gets away at the last minute NOT because no ones trying to catch her but shes just that CLEVER and thinks ahead and shiz....

Megamind is the guy trying to interview her in the middle of a fight like he thinks he's cute - i mean he is but shes chasing after metroman and skids to a stop because this jerk stepped in for a comment. or shes lining up the perfect shot but theres a close up of megaminds reporter bag in the way

the thing is that maybe... blue people arent violent. a natural disaster hit recently and theyre coming back from it and if the two adopted alien kids want to play extreme tag well no ones getting hurt and Roxanne Ritchie will grow out of her competitiveness no doubt caused by just how superior EVERYONE on the planet is by finding her own niche and metroman will grow up and stop bating her because maybe he IS still better than everyone else and thats met with "oh very nice we're proud" but it doesnt really validate him or make him feel special because its just treated as a special thing he can do by everyong but Roxanne Ritchie and once he's found something that makes him feel good regardless of the attention or lack of it he'll stop playing too

but megamind? megamind has an imagination that loves drama and blowing things out of proportion and thats part of why his reports are so popular? like yeah everyones treating this super hero showdown with indulgence but megamind is good at framing theatrics so that this news story is actually a compelling narrative? and also everyone can see the tension is going to have one of these three "kids" confessing live someday

and maybe he gets carried away. one of those 'aw well next time you could do x or y' or has some technological creation that accidentally actually makes Metroman flinch during an interview

and Roxanne Ritchie starts paying attentionto him for the first time.

and minion warns him but he doesnt listen. minion is lower class and is afraid of being replaced like a pet like some people do but Roxanne Ritchie Ritchie doesnt have a minion and even if she did theyre Best Friends not like those other blue people minion uperclass people.

and he carelessly says something unforgivable and Roxanne Richie uses his ideas and actually succeeds in killing metroman

so she goes to prison - a place they had to build just for her because this hasnt happened since stars knows when

and somebody else is doing the camera because minion left just is gone and megamind looks defeated but testifies against her and is quiet and subdued and stpps being a reporter for a bit

and.... idk. i feel like we'll have to resolve the whole class system so minon goes underground and finds other minons who are unhappy with the way of things and if theyre ALREADY rebuilding society after that huge natural disaster that DIDNT blow up their planet thanks TO a minion well ehy cant they fix this too?

so theres a rebellion going on and theyve got a secret weapon to make blue people listen and idk but i feel like it's Metroman

and... how do stories like this go ive forgotten

minion wouldnt tell megamind or he would

metroman would break Roxanne Ritchie out of prison during the first riot of the minion revolt?

they talk and compare why they hated eachother and slowly work together and are actually a great team?

and then they need a reporter to make themselves heard as something other than minions going crazy

and so of course they go to megamind for help getting the story out

something something megamind is minions sidekick for this adventure

"Roxanne Ritchie was raised by the planet and turned against it and instigated civil unrest and killed a person who was also the good child etc etc instead of just growing up to face your problems"

"actually im alive and i finally found my place? helping out the real heros?"

"i mean i did try to kill him, but he forgave me and we're kinda working together because planet of moms and dads that raised us? yall actually are the ones who need to grow up and let go of the traditions that dont serve etc etc"

and megamind does a huge public apology to minion

and... uhhhhhhhhh fuck i really dont know how these storyies go

the blue people start making amends

metroman basically becomes a social worker for minion childern because finding their original families is a bit hard and most of these kids are just going to end up being raised by super dad but at least the rebellion minion families are actually geting to be their own family units and in a couple gens thatll be normal

Roxanne Ritchie goes back to being the token human in the lab and hangs up her super suit and is generally dissatisfied with this

until one night a hero breaks into her apartment to make her answer for her crimes and so for a legit hot second theyre fighting and megamind says something and Roxanne apologizes and then fighting stops being an argument and goes into banter flirting

the worss "where theres evil good will rise up to fight it" peob comes up a lot in this fic in different iterations

anyways megamind isnjust basically like hey wanna do this like. for the rest of our lives dramatic battle showdowns like its entertainment but like no theyre doing this for real?

the answer is hell yeah

and its a polyship and sometimes Roxanne is helping with the kids and then Megamind bursts in to "save" the family from her evil clutches and 90% of the time everything is improve

megamind kidnaps Roxanne to make metromind save her and a good half of the conversation is that hes an idiot for coming shes tried to kill him three times this week and hes bitching because do you know how hard it is to find a sitter for 30 odd minion kids this short notice and they better make it up to him

Roxanne is not superdad but the 30 odd minion kids adore when she comes over because they mob the villain so hard until finally mega comes to save her because hes actually very good with the kids

of course this poly ship isnt complete without minion and at some point minion and mega realize theyve actually been married for years and Roxanne and metro tease them shamelessly for it

minion and his race need a real name obviously

when Roxanne was a... graduate her senior project theses thingy was essentially "im going to go back to planet earth itll be great ive figured out were im from and how to go there in a reasonable amout of time" and everyone had to sit her down and explain that unlike metroman they knew where she was from the planet was just destroyed.

they never figured out where metroman was from because his direction sharply changed to follow baby Roxannes course and mirrored her coding despite very obviously how he had originated from elsewhere

this is important because his race is basically coming to conquer the blue people planet soon - the group finds out - and will download all the survival upgrades metroman has gotten to become unkillable and then just come down to the surface and be unstoppable taking the place over and whiping out the planet like theyve done many many times

a good chunk of the time trying to figure out how to stop them when this planet is REALLY against murder war and violence for good reason and even if they WOULD do that its impossible over looks some alone time that leads to megamind and metroman figuring out how to like kill him so when the bad guys show up theyll go "whelp better not fuck with them" and leave but between roxanne and minion they manage to not only stabilize metroman (Roxanne blood transfusions maybe???) but they manage to scare the aliens so bad they tuck tail and leave speading rumors that these are the scariest mfs in space (go minion)

metroman never lets Roxanne live down saving his life

eventually space humans show up to check the place out

megamind loves everything human despite most of the planet thinking theyre primitive and showing it

roxanne is reluctant to meet them at first but then really relates to them?

for a good long while it REALLY seems like megamind and Roxanne are just going to go on space adventures with the humans leaving metroman and minion - who really doesnt like them and also they kinda rub him the wrong way because he's non bipedal and they kinda make fun of him in a 'we totally dont mean anything by it lighten up' sort of way.

they don't go of course but they may have stolen a lot of atar charts n shit and who hasnt wanted to take a road trip through space with 30 odd childern who will need names and personalities and may be chopped down to a slightly more reasonable number by this point?

metroman loves space karaoke and his natural abilites mean he learns languages fast but no he still cant carry a tune

megamind and Roxanne still duke it out on various alien cityscapes

minion usually breaks them out of jail if theyre not to be let out the next day because nothing was actually damaged that didnt belong to them.

one memorable occasion it was metoman in a fight with megamind and they wont say what its about but both look very put out and minion looks smug

it doesn't matter in the end because Roxanne teams up with the childern to propose to them first

apparantly i had a lot more ideas about this then i meant to? i mean its not well thoughout out and despite the drama a good half the fic is just going to be cute relationship building stuff between the four of them

#megamind #megamind au idea #story idea #fanfic idea #my writing #i hope tagging shit makes it findable but x doubt

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jnuhoe · 7 years

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request; can u make a fanfic bout me and chanwoo!!! ;))

- chanwoo x reader

- 1k+ , i was inspired by chanwoos love for baseball !!!!!!

- “junchans sent a message.”

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“what do you mean our seats got messed up?” a distressed look appears on the young man’s face. you were at a baseball game and you overheard the young guys complaining. you weren’t particularly interested in baseball but your morals just couldnt turn down your uncle who flew all the way down to your hometown and asked you to go watch a game with him.

“seriously yunhyeong, im so pissed. now i gotta sit with a stranger.” the young man complained to another young man with a fairer complexion and questionably smooth blonde hair. “now there chanwoo, it cant be that bad, i mean we’re still here right?” chanwoo what a cute name, you thought to yourself. he is kind of cute as well hmm.

your uncle came back with calorie filled snacks and placed them in your lap, “eat up kid, this place is a rip off. can you believe $3.80 for a flippin hotdog?” you chuckled, you missed your uncle, you spent most of your childhood with him until he flew to london to further his studies. you were so glad he decided to come back to korea to live with you again.

the sound of a low grumble made you turn your head. isnt that the- the um chanwoo? he was unbelievably handsome up close. you watched as chanwoo threw his long body into the seat next to yours, “this seat isnt taken right, i dont want to move again.” you stuttered for some reason “n-no.. it isnt.” chanwoo thought to himself.

well.

at least the stranger’s cute.

“seriously?! my GOD Y/N DID YOU SEE THAT GUY? i cant believe he missed that throw!” the batter missed the ball and your uncle was downright about to get out of his seat and jump into the pit to beat the shit out of the batter. “right,” you held your arms out towards your uncle, “dude chill, theres another round.” somehow you felt chanwoo gaze on you but you decided to ignore it.

when your team scored, all of their fans stood up cheering, including chanwoo. “YO UNCLE THAT WAS AMAZING.” you werent interested at first but man the batter got his shit together and accomplished a home run. you and your uncle were jumping in victory until there was a sudden grip on your hand. “yunhyeong! oh my god did u see that he- oh crap sorry.. thought you were my friend.” chanwoo apologised as he scratched the back of his head and smiled at you. “nah its fine, it really was an amazing round though!” you smiled back, only to realize you were the only two still standing. “hey lovebirds! sit down! you’re blocking our view.” you both apologised and sat back down shyly.

“um..” chanwoo extended his arm, “im chanwoo” yeah i know, kinda overheard your heated argument. “im y/n! nice to meet you.” you flashed a friendly but in some way awkward smile at him, damn your social skills.

you didnt talk for the rest of the game until your team won with a score of 2-0 (a/n: tbh i dont know how baseball works dont attack me) “y/n! kid! since our team won, i’ll take you out to dinner as promised. i’ll go get the car. why dont you...” your uncle leaned in to whisper, “why dont you say goodbye to your friend, hes one heck of a catch.” your jaw dropped in disbelief, “UNCLE, whY WOULD YOU SAY-“ “SEE YA KID, BE QUICK.” and your uncle ran off.

you laughed and turned around to find chanwoo awkwardly standing at the steps looking for his friend. “hey um, chanwoo?” he turned his head almost immediately, “it was nice knowing you, i’ll see you around?” what the hell y/n? see you around?! you dont even know him that well! OK slowly walk away before this becomes even more awkward. you began to walk away to quickly escape the awkward atmosphere until chanwoo gently grabbed your wrist. “hey before you go, would you mind- um...” he coughed and rapped? ” givingmeyourinstagrambecauseiwouldreallylovetotalktoyou?”

you burst into a fit of laughter, “what??”.

“um- your instagram.. i would really like to know you more.” he scratched the back of his head. you exchanged usernames and parted ways.

you got into your uncles car and screamed into your hands. “HE ASKED FOR MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT OH MY GOD.” all your uncle could do was smile and shake his head, “don't get carried away now, he asked for your social medias. he didn't ask u to marry him.”

your phone vibrated and you took it out in anticipation, hoping its the tall brown haired handsome boy who dm-ed you.

junchans sent a message.

you let out a squeal and unlocked your phone.

junchans: hey!!! is this y/n?

y/u/n: sorry no

junchans: shit.. sorry

y/u/n: just kidding kid its me. whats up

junchans: so.. what are you doing tomorrow?

y/u/n: nothing much, probably gon sleep in till 1

y/u/n: omg are u askin me out

y/u/n: crap i shouldn't have asked that. if you aren't i'm gonna be embarrassed for life...

junchans: well yeah i am, catch a movie with me?

y/u/n: JDKSDK OKAY

junchans: wow you’re cute

wow you’re cute. he called me cute. cute?????? “UNCLE HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you ran out of the room and into the living room where your uncle was leisurely lying down on the couch next to your dog. “UNCLE you didnt ask but.. that chanwoo guy called me cute!”

“great, you should date him!”

“im catching a movie with him tomorrow, im freaking out !!!!!!!!”

“MARRY HIM.”

“UNCLE YOU ARE NOT HELPING. WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? what should i say? WHY AM I nervous?! crap..”

your uncle stood up and dragged you into your room. he picked out a peculiarly cute outfit for you, “wear this, dont freak out and be yourself. now get to bed!”

you looked pretty cute honestly speaking. the oversized jumper tucked into a pair of mom jeans looked well on you and your hair looked okay! the universe is on your side! may this date? go well.

coincidentally, you took the same train as chanwoo so the both of you walked to mall together. the sweet boy decided to pay for your ticket as well, you were catching “it” together. the both of you werent good with horror movies but watched it anyways. throughout the whole movie, you held chanwoos forearm, slightly touchy for someone you just got to know but you really couldn’t stand the sight of the damn clown.

he wasnt good with the jumpscares as well, occasionally he’d jump and spill popcorn, causing you to giggle. “THAT WAS.. slightly scary.” you laughed at chanwoos response, “i couldnt stand that clown, jeez its so scary... but it was a good film!”

you could obviously tell there was a bit of tension between the two of you, i mean you weren't the kind to start conversations. the cold air brushed against you and you lift your scarf up higher to cover your chilly nose and you caught chanwoos eyes, he threw you a smile, a smile which obviously screams “this is kinda awkward because we aint talking! and you caught me looking at you so why don't i smile to attempt to kill this tense air!” but that smile kinda made you flush red and chanwoo could probably tell from his little giggle which again didn't fail to make you feel all tingly on the inside.

chanwoos soft but husky voice awoke you from your daydreaming.

“can i walk you home? i mean thats what guys usually do on dates and its kinda late.” date... DAte?! DATE?!!! “yeah sure and im kinda afraid to go back on my own as well.” you admitted shyly.

while walking, chanwoos hand kept rubbing against yours and you dont know if you had gone completely bonkers but you slipped your hand into his. chanwoo turned hastily towards you, your cheeks heated up real bad so you turned away. his hand was so big, it was more like he was holding your hand. it felt was so warm that you forget frosty weather that engulfed your city.

you didn't feel like letting go.

“well. we’re home. i mean i’m home.” damn it y/n. chanwoo laughed and unwillingly let go of your hand. “i had fun y/n, thanks for the date. i’ll call you out again sometime.” he winked and turned around to walk away but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“wait! chanwoo!” he turned around, “ i winked at you! you're not suppose to call me back, its embarrassing..” you giggled and asked, “can i borrow your phone?” he was confused but passed you his phone anyway, “you’re not gonna steal my phone or something right.”

you laughed out loud, “nah but instead of always popping up in my dms, why dont you text me instead.” this time you winked and gave him back his phone, with chanwoos jaw slightly agape, you chuckled and unlocked the door to your apartment and waved a last goodbye to the tall handsome boy.

i finally posted something !!!! i wrote this quite some time ago and finally edited it, let me know if you liked it and what you think? my message box is always open! ✲ﾟ｡(✿)ﾉ☆.₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*

(and again i apologise for such a delay.. lifes kinda a bitch)

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Chapter 6

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Sarah

I awoke to the sound of the front door closing. I groggily looked over to my night stand to see what time it was. It was late in the morning and not yet afternoon. I pulled the blankets closer to my face thinking about the other night. I still didn’t understand why Jay had carried me to my room last night. I would have been perfectly fine on the floor with Gray and Loco. But when he looked down on me as he brushed the hair from my face I couldn’t find it in me to argue with him. The warm feeling of his hand on my face just made me feel at peace, as if that’s all I needed in order to sleep well. I knew the direction my feelings for him were going, I really didn’t want them to mess with the work relationship we had but damn it if he didn’t make it impossible to not see him in that light every single time he was sweet to me. I laid there letting my mind drift to dangerous thoughts of a relationship we could have. It was dangerous because the more I thought of it the more I wanted it and that’s something we won’t ever have.

Instead of just lying there making myself emotional I decided to get up and see if the guys had all left. I walked out to the living room and sure enough the blankets were all folded up and sitting on the couch but Gray and Loco were not there. I went to the couch and collected the blankets making sure to put them away and fix up the living room from our movie night. I then set to the task of making some food for Jay and me. I have yet to see him ever eat at home and figured he hasn’t had a good home cooked meal in a long time. I didn’t get to extravagant with the food and just kept to the basics. I imagine it was the smell of the cooking meat that brought Jay to the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sat at the kitchen counter looking like he could easily fall back asleep. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was while I grabbed him a nice hot cup of coffee.

“Good morning sunshine.”

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. Hey next time make sure you take yourself to your bed before you fall asleep, it won’t be good for you to fall asleep on the floor. You could hurt your back or you could get sick.”

“I won’t, but thank you for that.”

I went back to cooking the rest of the breakfast as Jay sat there drinking his coffee watching me. I plated us both some food and joined him at the counter to eat. We both sat in a comfortable silence just eating our food, neither of us were fully awake enough to carry on a long conversation when one wasn’t needed. When we were both done eating I went to collect our plates and to clean up but Jay stopped me.

“I will clean up since you cooked. Why don’t you go get washed up and then we can talk about the songs.”

I thanked him and went off to collect my clothes before walking into the bathroom to shower.

Jay

It didn’t take me long to clean up the kitchen and decided I should probably also shower. Once I had on my sweatpants and a shirt I went back out to the living room and I sat on the couch looking at some emails while I waited for Sarah to come out of her room. She had been in there for a while and I was starting to wonder if she fell back asleep when I heard her door open and her footsteps come down the hall. I looked up to see her in an oversized shirt and pajama shorts, she looked adorable and I smiled at her as I patted the spot on the couch next to me. I was a little hurt when she sat down a little farther from me but then even more surprised when she went to rest her head in my lap instead of sitting down. I just looked down at her with a surprised look on my face that must have looked a little panicked because she went to sit up. I pushed her head back down and told her its fine.

“So what do we have to talk about?”

I opened up my calendar on my phone and handed it to her choosing to rest my head on my closed hand so I could look down at her as I explained that the music will be released next Friday and it would be picked up by a few different radio’s here. I mentioned that both Gray and Loco would go to do radio interviews to talk about the new songs but that of course she would have to sit back on this one.

“Don’t worry too much, if this goes well then the next time you can go to do the interviews. The guys will bring up your name and talk about the new artist that they are working with. They won’t get into too much detail about who you are but they will talk about working with you. We will try and get your name out there in a positive way and wait to see how the fans take it. I know they will be curious and will start to dig for information on you. So make sure you have everything confidential that you are posting to social media.”

I didn’t want to scare her but there are some fans out there who are pretty good with their detective skills and I didn’t want them to get the truth on Sarah before the fans could make their choice on whether or not they could acceept her.

With the work stuff out of the way we settled in on the couch to watch some shows. I was rather curious about the show that her and Chase were always talking about so we decided to watch some of it. I was pleasantly surprised with the show, it had just the right amount of action to the story and lots of nudity. I asked her if they really allowed this kind of stuff on TV back in the states and she said it’s on cable and its aired at night. It was around the third episode that I found myself resting my face on my hand that was propped up on the couch but the other hand had draped itself over her stomach was I was lazily rubbing my thumb in a circle motion on her arm. Without moving my head or stopping my thumb I slowly lowered my gaze to see a small smile on her face, I took it as she didn’t mind so I didn’t stop what I was doing.

It was really late and I could feel my eyes wanting to shut when I finally looked down at Sarah to find her sleeping. The whole day she never left my side, whenever we would return back to the couch she would always go back to laying on her side with her head resting in my lap. It made me happy to know she wanted to stay near me and that she wasn’t bothered at all when my hands would rub her arm or play with her hair. I loved these moments and even though I knew it was wrong I wanted to steal more moments like today with her as long as I could.

I held back my yawn knowing I needed to get her to bed so I turned the TV off and lifted her head allowing me to get up off the couch. I took a moment to be a total creep and grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of her sleeping. She had the most beautiful look on her face with her hair trying to cover her face up. Just as I did the night before I lifted her off the couch and carried her to her room and laid her in her bed. This time she didn’t wake and I wished she had if only to ask me to stay again. I went back to grab her phone to bring it back to her room and placed it on the charger. With her tucked into her bed and everything in order I went to my own room to crawl into my bed letting my eyes close and drifted off to sleep thinking of how much I enjoyed everything we did today.

Sarah

The week had flown by with all of us in the studio working on music. I was being put on some more songs with the guys including Jay. It was really nice working with them all and it helped me stay busy instead of thinking of Friday. Gray and Loco weren’t worried like I was about the songs being released. The whole week Jay always made sure that we didn’t stay late in the studio instead we spent the nights in front of the TV with some food and watched more episodes of Game of Thrones. I was rather happy with myself that I was able to get him hooked because Chase had told me that he had been trying to get Jay to watch an episode for years but he never would. Each night after we would finish eating we would clean up the mess and would go back to the couch with me resting my head in Jay’s lap. The first time I did this I felt kind of upset with myself when I saw the surprised expression on his face. Thinking I had crossed the line finally but when he pushed me back down I knew things were still good. I don’t know if Jay really meant to play with my hair or my arm but he always did. Feeling him twirl strands of my hair around his finger or when he would give me a gentle scalp massage was by far the best feeling in the world.

Thursday night wasn’t any different than the rest of the week. We spent our nights on the couch and like most nights I would awake in the middle of the night to find myself in my bed. I had told Jay to just wake me and that I would walk back to my room. I was afraid that I was too heavy for him but he brushed me off saying he needed to feed me more because I was way too light in his arms. The way he said in his arms made those damn little butterflies in my stomach flutter. I used to hate reading that line in a book or hearing it in the movies, I always felt like it was too girly and stupid. Nope not anymore. I now knew exactly what they were feeling and I loved it.

I awoke around 3am unable to sleep. I laid there tossing and turning in my bed and I could hear the sound of rain hitting the windows even with my door closed. I threw my covers off in a huff and got out of bed deciding to go make myself a drink hoping to calm my nerves. I made sure to open my door as quietly as possible and tipped toe to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink before going to window and sitting down with just the light on from the lamp by the couch. I didn’t want too many lights on thinking maybe it would wake Jay. I just sat there taking sips off my drink and watching the rain fall and the lightning dance across the sky. The weather matched what I was feeling, a storm raging on the outside and the inside. I was anxious that people would hate me on the songs. That they would some way find out my true identity and I would have to leave. That’s what scarred me, I didn’t want to leave the guys. My feelings were growing every day for Jay and it scared me but also excited me at the same time. Loco and Chase were the best brothers I could ask for. My relationship with Gray was by far the most confusing. It wasn’t a sibling relationship between us but it wasn’t one of an intimate couple. It was like we were in some weird limbo. I knew I could fall for Gray just as easily as I did for Jay if I let myself. I pushed the thought out of my mind as I took another drink from the glass letting the amber liquid burn on its way down. I could feel myself getting sleepy and decided to just down the rest before I returned back to my bed and falling into a deep sleep.

Jay

I could hear her moving around and figured she was probably thirsty and only getting a glass of water before she returned to her bed. I know I should be sleeping but here I was lying in bed wondering how the fans would react to the new songs. Would they like that there was a random unknown artist on their track? Would they like Sarah’s voice? I knew she would do well but I still worried. I didn’t want her coming with us to be for nothing. We all had our little doubt if this would work, the fans could be cruel or they could be loving.

I laid there for a few more minutes to hear if she closed her door, but I didn’t hear the door shut. I threw my covers off and got up wanting to see what she was up to this late at night. I opened my door quietly and walked out towards the kitchen expecting her to be drinking something. When she didn’t come into view I turned the corner and found her. She was sitting next to the windows on the ground with her knees pulled close to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. A glass full of some kind of drink sat at her feet, the only light on was the small lamp on the end table next to her. It barely illuminated the area but it put a warm soft glow on her. With the sounds of the rain pelting the glass and the lightning lighting up the room every now and then I couldn’t think of anything more beautiful and dangerous. Two words that shouldn’t be used to describe the same scene but those two fit this perfectly. Before me sat a girl who has been slowly capturing my heart from the second I saw her on that stage. Had she been any other female I would have done what I wanted, taken her in my arms and kissed her with all my want and lust, but she wasn’t just any girl. She was someone I wanted to protect…..... she was someone I couldn’t have. I wanted her and the thought of not being able to have her in my arms was something I didn’t want to think of. I was known as a player, someone who often had many women in my arms and there is always someone taking pictures to have the proof of this. I’m still young so why shouldn’t I enjoy the night life and everything it had to offer. I didn’t want to get her mixed up with that life, I didn’t want to see her upset over a picture of me and some random woman on my arm. There was no escaping that part of my life, it came with the job. I had to do something before this warm feeling in my chest grew any further. I slowly backed away and went back to my room making sure I didn’t disturb her. This week had been better than I could have expected, every day we were getting closer than we were the day before. I knew this dream land I was living in needed to come to an end. I couldn’t allow her to get anymore attached to me then she already was. I laid in my bed closing my eyes forming a plan in my head on how to distance myself from the only girl I wanted in my arms.

Sarah

Friday was finally here and I just sat in the studio a big nervous mess. I couldn’t work on any of the music with my head being where it was. The guys all tried to get me out of the funk but couldn’t spend too much time on me as they had to work too. Come the afternoon Jay sent me home and told me to get some rest. He was getting ready to head to the radio station to do an interview with Gray and Loco. I took a cab home and hated it, being home alone was the worst. I didn’t have much of an appetite and sat on the couch with the TV off just eating crackers out of the box. When it came time for the interview I rushed to my bedroom and grabbed my laptop turning it on and finding the website that would have the live video from the interview. I sat it down and grabbed my pillow holding it close to my chest as I chewed on my finger. The screen came to life showing the DJ talking and then introducing Jay and the guys. They all looked so at ease like they didn’t have a care in the world. They talked about the state tour they just completed and the guys shared some stories from the road. Then they got to talking about the songs.

“So I hear that there is another artist on one of Loco’s and Gray’s song? Care to talk about that?”

“Yeah it was an artist’s we came across, I heard her performing and just knew I had to bring her back here to work with us. She is extremely talented but I will let the guys talk about that.”

Before Gray could speak Loco jumped at the chance.

“She is extremely talented. I have worked with new artists and there is always the challenge of introducing them to a song and hoping they catch on. She caught on very quickly and added a bit of uniqueness to the song. Plus having her in the studio also helped lighten the place up. We all sit around joking and having fun.”

“How about you Gray? How was it working with the new artist?”

“I love having her around and working with her is a breeze. She is so easy to work with and like Loco said she picks up on things really quickly. The other day we were working on beat and she was on the couch with Loco and she got lost in the beat. I won’t get into too much detail but when she explained the way she felt and what she envisioned with the beat just blew me away. It was a raw beat and usually takes time to envision where it will go but she just grabbed onto and road it out. I am really excited to have her voice out there for other people to enjoy. I’m even more excited for us to actually get around to making the MV for our song.”

“Oh really? Do you already have a concept in mind?”

“I do actually, although I still need to run it by our CEO but I am sure he will like it too.”

“Ok well let’s go ahead and play the songs and we will open up the messenger to the fans to send in their thoughts.”

The DJ played the two songs back to back first starting with Loco and then doing Gray’s song. When they came back they were reading off the comments coming in from the fans and they were all really positive. Most of them were about how they loved the new song and that Loco and Gray were amazing as usual. Then a few of the comments came in about me, they said they loved the new voice and it was like listening to an Angel sing. I threw my face into the pillow letting a little girly scream escape. Things were going good and the fans were really liking me. The DJ thanked the guys for coming and sharing the new music and then the video feed went dark. I closed my laptop and went back to the living room to wait for Jay to get home. I was so excited to hear what he thought.

Jay

The ride home I was really excited to tell Sarah how well the song was doing and that the fans were loving her part. I unlocked the door and stepped in and saw her sitting on the couch looking like she was ready to bounce around the house with how happy she looked. The energy she was giving off was addicting and I let a big wild smile cross my face and that’s all it took. She shot up off the couch and ran at me full speed jumping into my arms laughing.

“Oh my god they love it!”

“They do baby girl.”

I felt her stiffen and didn’t even realize that I had said what I did. I let her feet touch the ground before I pulled away making sure to keep the smile on my face and not trying to give her any impression that I was panicking on the inside.

“They really do love the song, have you been checking twitter or any of the social media accounts. I’m sure they are all positive.”

I tried to distract her, when I pulled her away she still had this smile on her face but there was something else behind it and I couldn’t place what the emotion was. I didn’t mean to call her that, it had just slipped out of my mouth. Everyone calls her princess around the studio but this was different and I was angry at myself for calling her that. This wasn’t part of my plan and I need to start putting some distance between us.

“No I hadn’t even thought to check them.”

She turned around and went back to the couch and sat down while I went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine pouring us both a drink. I brought her a glass and handed it to her sitting down next to her. I drank my wine as I watched her scroll through her phone reading the comments that were coming up.

“Jay they really want to know who I am. What will we do?”

“We will let them take it all in and we could always do a phone interview for a radio station. That way they can hear you and you can answer some questions but they won’t be able to see your face. Let’s not worry about that right now. Just enjoy this right now. Congratulations Sarah you really did it!”

I brought my glass up to her and we clinked glasses.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you Jay.”

She smiled up at me before she scooted closer to rest her head on my shoulder as she continued to read the comments. I couldn’t let her stay like this. Instead I finished my glass and told her I was going to turn in early. I put my glass in the kitchen and went to take a shower trying to remind myself that the space was needed. Once I was done in the shower I turned my lights off and climbed into bed. I wasn’t tired at all but I couldn’t sit out there with her no matter how much I wanted to. This was everything to her and I was pushing her away, I just hope it didn’t her hurt that much.

I was lying in bed for maybe an hour just trying to relax and fall asleep when my door flew open and Sarah came rushing in with her phone and jumped onto my bed.

“Oh my god Jay look at these comments!”

She scooted closer and laid on her stomach right next to me and handed me her phone.

“Knocking would be a common curtesy Sarah.”

“Oh yeah sorry, but look!”

I rolled my eyes at her, she was really testing myself control right now. I looked at her phone to see comments on Gray’s IG account under the small video of him listening to the new song. It was the part that they shared together. The comments were the normal “oppa I love you” or “oppa looks so cute” and “oppa’s song is lit”. Then mixed in were the comments about Sarah. They were talking about how sexy her voice is and of course that they wanted to know what she looked like. There were also some asking if she was dating Gray because they sounded amazing together. Others were begging Gray to show a picture of Sarah and the rest were asking when the next song would come out with her or when she would have her own song. They were all very positive but I didn’t really care for the ones about her and Gray sounding good together.

“Yeah these are good, I am very happy for you.”

Sarah turned to her side and snuggled up close to me letting her head rest on my chest.

“I am so happy right now I could just scream. I can’t wait to get back into the studio and work on some music. When do you think I will get my own song?”

“Let’s wait and see how the other songs do for now. If they go as good as these two then we can get started on your own song.”

She threw her arm over me and pulled me close to her in a one sided hug.

“Thank you Jay. I really really appreciate all you are doing for me.”

I looked down at her to see a small smile on her lips and I just wanted to pull her close and kiss that smile. I held back and gave her a smile and told her it was nothing. She shook her head and said it was everything before she sat up a bit and kissed my cheek before taking her phone and walking out of my room making sure to close the door. I was left alone in the complete darkness of my room with my cheek feeling as if it was on fire from her kiss. I didn’t know what to do at that moment but knew I needed to do something to put more space in between us before I did something stupid.

Sarah

The whole ride to the studio today was just weird. Between his baby girl nickname and me actually being in his bed and kissing him I just wasn’t sure what to think. When we got to the studio we walked in with him going to his office and me going to the usual room. When I got inside no one was there yet and I needed something to do to get my mind off this weird feeling I had. I decided to pull out my laptop and pull up the program Chase had showed me for creating some beats. I put my headphones on and just sat on the couch playing around with it. It was hard at first figuring things out but I eventually got the feel of it and it was moving along smoothly. I was so lost in what I was doing I didn’t even realize that Gray had showed up until he plopped down next to me pulling an ear bud out of my ear.

“Well good morning princess.”

“Morning Gray.”

“What are you working on?”

I tried to close my laptop and say it was nothing but he plucked it out of my hand and put the free earbud in his ear allowing him to hear what I was working on. I watched his face for any kind of clue as to what he was thinking. This was just me playing around and I really wasn’t trying to make anything out of it.

“This is pretty good, it needs work but its good. I like it and with a little more work it would be really good. If you need any help just let me or Chase know and we can give you some pointers.”

“Thanks, I mean it’s nothing really. I was just messing with it while I waited for you guys to come in.”

“Keep working on it princess and I’m sure it will be even better. Practice makes perfect, speaking of practice it’s time for us to work on this song.”

I saved the beat and put my stuff away as Gray got everything set up for us. The rest of the day was spent with us working on the song trying to make it as perfect as possible. It was another fast-paced song with a strong base to it. The beat really made the room shake and I wondered what it would sound like in the club. We only took breaks to get some food in us and to go over what we had to see what we needed to fix. By 7 Loco showed up and told us to call it a day and that we needed to go out to celebrate how good the songs were doing. I was on the same mind frame as Loco, I really wanted to go out and celebrate with the guys. Loco told me where to be before him and Gray took off to get ready and I went to find Jay. He was in his office going over something when I walked in.

“Hey the guys want to go out and we should probably head home to get ready as well.”

“Yeah sure.”

Jay stood from his desk grabbing his stuff and we made our way home. Again the silence between us wasn’t normal and I was sick of it.

“Everything good Jay?”

“Yeah. Just a lot on my mind.”

“If you want to talk I am always here, I’m a good listener.”

“No I am fine but thanks.”

The rest of the drive I didn’t say a single thing, there was something up with him but if he didn’t want to share then there was nothing I could do. When we got home he went to his room to get dressed and I went to mine.

I pulled out a pair of super low hip hugging black jeans that had rips all over the legs. When I was shown those, I made the comment of ‘what was the point I mind as well wear shorts’ but I was starting to really like them. They hugged my ass perfectly and sat low on my hips with only one button and a very short zipper. I paired it with black tube top and a jean vest. The shoes were a pair of timberland boots that I didn’t bother tying up all the way. I gave myself a smoky eye but kept the makeup minimal and tossed my hair up into a messy bun. I walked out to find jay in a pair of jeans and one of his famous silk shirts that was half unbuttoned. He looked like he was pure sin sent from the devil to tempt even the purest of women to come roll with him in his bed. Again nothing was said during our drive, but he looked angry now instead of just blank. I wanted to know what the hell was going on with him but knew if I asked again nothing would be said. Instead I would ask the guys to try and get it out of him.

We arrived at the club and walked in to find Gray, Loco, and Chase in the VIP room having some drinks but today we had another addition to the usual group. Christian Yu was there today tossing back drinks with the guys. I walked over sat next to Gray and greeted him. I knew of him because I followed him on IG and enjoyed the pictures he would post, he was a very attractive man. We were all having fun laughing and having some drinks and I felt the urge to get up and go dance, Gray must have sensed it because he came in close to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t forget Princess, no going off on your own. You take one of us with you or you dance up here.”

“I swear you guys are the worst. I am more than capable of handling myself.”

Christian must have heard our attempt at whispering because he looked over at us with a puzzling look.

“Who can handle themselves?”

Gray took the chance and explained to him what happened last time we were all out together and said that it was a rule now that someone has to be with me to protect me from the pervs of the club. Christian must have found this hilarious because he threw his head back and left out a loud laugh.

“Does she want to dance? I will go take her for a spin down there.”

Before Gray could say something, I jumped up grabbing Christian’s hand and dragged him to the stairs.

“Sorry about that but Gray probably wouldn’t have even let me come down here and would have demanded I stay up there. I really am capable of dancing alone.”

“It’s fine really, I like dancing.”

We made our way to the dance floor and let the music take over. I don’t know how long we were down there dancing and having fun. He really was a good dancer and I saw lots of jealous faces in the crowd of women who wanted to be the one dancing on this man. When we finally escaped the dance floor and made our way upstairs we noticed that Jay wasn’t there.

“Where did Jay go?”

Gray shrugged and pulled me down to the couch next to him.

“Don’t know, he got a phone call and left.”

“Do you guys know what’s going on with him? He has been pretty weird since last night.”

The guys looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Sarah you live with the man, if anyone were to have a clue it would be you.”

Loco had a point but I had no idea what was going on.

“Enough of this talk, it’s our time to celebrate our music so let’s just do that. Let our moody CEO go do his own thing. When he is ready to come back and be his normal self then he will.”

With that Gray ended the discussion and poured us all shots. Jay was not mentioned the rest of the night and we all drank and had a blast being us.

The end of the night came all too soon and Gray offered to bring me home but I said it would be pointless and that a cab would be just as good. Gray waited for me until I could get a cab and told the driver to make sure I got home ok. Always the sweet gentlemen that Gray. I thought as the cab pulled away from the curb.

The ride home didn’t take that long and before I knew it I was home. All I wanted to do was wash my makeup off and fall face first into my bed. I had reached my limit of drinks and Gray had switched me to water wanting me to be somewhat sober before I went home. He really didn’t have to worry about me being sober because what I came home to made me sober up real quick.

I unlocked the door and did my best to not make any noise thinking maybe Jay would have already been home and I didn’t want to make him any angrier then what he probably was. When I got in and was taking off my boots I noticed Jay’s shoes were not the only ones there. I stood there frozen for a moment staring at the pair of high heels that looked as if they cost a fortune. It was then that I heard it. The sounds of moaning coming from down the hall. I slowly and quietly moved from where I was frozen in the entry way and turned toward my room. The floor was littered with clothing. Seeing Jay’s shirt on the floor mixed with the unknown woman’s shirt and bra made my stomach turn. All the drinks and food I consumed were threatening to exit my body in the most painful way possible. I made sure to step over the clothing and I knew I should have walked right to my room but my feet kept going. His door was slightly open and I screamed at my legs to stop and to turn around but they kept going until I was standing in his door looking through the crack that was left open. I felt as if I was being stabbed in the stomach with the dullest butter knife ever made. There stood Jay with an unknown woman’s legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her. The moans were being mixed with the sound of their flesh slapping together, along with the smell of sex being pungent in the air and it made me even more sick. Hearing her call out his name was my breaking point. I turned and went to my room shutting my door and sliding down to the floor with my back against the door. I didn’t even bother trying to hold back the tears. I let them freely fall from my eyes as I felt not only as if I was being stabbed in the stomach but also my heart. My phone going off in my pocket made me jump and I quickly grabbed it before the ringing would alert the two in the other room that I was here.

Gray sparkles: Are you home yet?

Sarah: Yeah

Gray sparkles: Is Jay home yet?

Sarah: Yeah

Gray sparkles: Ok, good night princess.

Sarah: night

I turned my phone to silent and went from sitting against the door to laying on the floor with my feet curled up to my chest. I laid there trying to hold myself together as if I were to move or let myself go I would shatter into a million pieces. Jay wasn’t mine at all and he never was. He was just my boss and friend trying to help me get into the industry. I should never have allowed myself to get close to him. I didn’t bother moving from the spot and just laid there crying myself to sleep over a man I never had.

NEXT CHAPTER

TAGS: @nemesyis

#Jay park #fanfic #aomg #jay park scenarios #gray #loco

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markleetrashh · 7 years

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Uncertainty;Mark

featuring best friend Haechan

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Requests: annyeong!!~ can I have an au where you and haechan are bestfriends and one day he introduces you to mark and u guys start developing feelings for eachother, thank u~~ ^_^

hii I think I resqueted this scenarios to like 4030 blogs but nobody did it so could you do a scenario where your best friend with Donghyuck and hang out with him a lot so Mark thinks you like him but you like Mark?? could you make this fluffy please?

hi there, I love your scenarios so much!! can you please do a mark scenario where he doesn’t know what to say to you whenever he’s around you

A/N: yay another mark scenario hehe (i have so many requests for mark omg) i havent written in a while so i hope this isnt bad!! enjoy reading hehe

Word count: 1,944

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There he was, eyes glued to the book he was holding between his bare and smooth fingers. You noticed the way he’d struggle to keep his dry and brown hair out of his face as he squinted to read the words on the pages, and the way he’d nod a little in understanding as he flipped through every page.

The library, almost empty and quiet, seemed to not affect you as you continued staring at him. The patter of raindrops hit the glass panels of the windows as your eyes shifted to see gloomy clouds towering the sky, as flashes of lightning came like a shock.

You were hit out of your trance when you felt a hand flick the back of your head lightly, causing you to let out a small cry. As soon as you saw the familiar figure chuckling in front of you, you hit him back lightly.

“It’s late now, what are you still doing here in the library” Haechan asked as he took the seat beside you, then crossing his arms, a look of suspicion and care on his face.

You sighed as your hands reached out to stack the pile of books in front of you, “Last minute revision for finals, what’s new”

As soon as Haechan heard your sentence, he gave you another flick on the forehead, then shaking his head, “Please go get some rest, you’re already pushing yourself so hard, don’t overwork yourself. Now pack your things, i’ll send you home”

You smiled softly at his words. You love it when Haechan was all caring and protective over you, unlike his usual self where he’d constantly tease and make fun of you. He was your best friend and treated you like one.

You nodded your head, “Yeah yeah okay Mr Lee”, as you gathered all your materials into your bag. Your head shifted slightly to take one more glimpse at him- he was still deeply immersed in the book, pouted lips and raised eyebrows.

Haechan noticed, then turned over to take a look at the young boy who had been sitting there for hours- as long as you were.

Haechan’s lips immediately formed an ‘o’ shape, then turning into a smile. He got up from his seat as he made his way towards the boy.

You noticed them exchange a few smiles, followed by a handshake that they both seemed very familiar with. You frowned in confusion as you saw the two making their way over, Haechan looking like an excited little puppy, the other boy, just smiling nervously as one hand was holding the book he was reading, the other, clenched tightly to his bag.

“Y/N!!! It’s time for my childhood best friend to meet my high school best friend, i’m so happy to see you here hyung!” your best friend blabbered on as you continued observing the other boy.

He bowed slightly towards you, then attempted to reach his hand out to greet you. But immediately dropped his bag on the table, as though forgetting he was carrying it. You saw a light pink shade take over his cheeks as he laughed nervously, “I-I’m sorry, I’m Mark by the way”

You giggled at his silliness, causing him to blush even more, as you gladly took his hand in yours, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”

Haechan clapped his hands as he slung his arm around both Mark and you, “Okay now that you two know each other let’s go hehe”

——

It was as though it was only yesterday that Haechan has introduced you to Mark. You were now in Haechan’s apartment, watching the two boys fight over a game they were playing on the television as you laughed at them from the side.

“Y/N!!! Mark hyung is bullying me, he won’t let me win” Haechan pouted to you as ge crossed his arms, acting like a small child. You saw Mark shrug his shoulders, then gave you a cheeky smile.

Which for some reason, made your heart beat faster.

You tried to hide the pink that was slowly appearing on your cheeks, “Oh please hyuck, maybe you just suck at the game, that’s why he won!”

Mark looked over to smile at you again, giving you a thumbs up.

You felt butterflies in your stomach.

Haechan looked at you disgust as he scoffed, shaking his head, “I did not introduce him to you a few months back to be treated like this. This friendship is over”

You made your way to the couch, where the two were, as you pinched Haechan’s cheeks and cooed at him, “Aw someone’s upset”

He stuck his tongue out at you, then crossed his arm, “Yeah because someone’s TAKING SIDES.”

You shook your head a little, before patting his head, then giving him a small hug, which he, like always, gave in to you and hugged you back.

Mark watched awkwardly from the side, just laughing at the both of you, unsure of what to do.

“You two look cute together…”

Mark’s eyes widened as soon as he realised what he just said, apologising to the both of you and awkwardly laughing. You pushed Haechan slightly away from you upon hearing his words, shaking your head and pointing at him, “Me? And him? No thanks”

Haechan rolled his eyes as he gave Mark a pat on his back, “Please hyung, never in my lifetime”

But you felt your heart sinking. Why’d Mark think of that?

——

It seemed as though it all happened in a rush. You couldn’t clearly remember how you fell so deep.

You started noticing Mark more, every of his habits, his likes and dislikes, and everything he did seemed to make you happy, the way no one else could.

You’d start blushing whenever you were near him, and as days passed, you found it even harder to get comfortable with him. It was as though something was holding you back.

You realised how you’d get all jealous and upset when Mark didn’t have the time to hang out with both you and Haechan, and how he’s constantly running on mind almost every second, even when he’s right there beside you.

You had fallen for him.

As much as you wanted to tell him and show him, Mark seemed as though he wasn’t trying to strengthen your friendship, as if something was holding him back too.

You noticed how he would always keep quiet and not say any words when he was with you alone, but would be the total opposite when he was with Haechan.

He’d get all nervous and stutter on his words while talking to you, and you also realised how he’d stare at both you and Haechan whenver you all interacted or had skinship with one another.

It seemed as though he didn’t want to be your friend, and that affected you deeply.

Haechan eventually found out your feelings for Mark one day where he caught you staring at photos of the both of you, and how you would always get defensive when he talked about Mark.

Of course, he supported you and your decision, and promised to help you out.

——

You were resting your head on Haechan’s shoulder in the school library, one of his hands casually scrolled through his phone screen, the other, playing with your hair.

You let out a sigh, “It’s been two months hyuck, i don’t think he has feelings for me, should i just give up?”

Haechan shook his head, then assured you in his sweetest tone, “No, i’m sure he does. I’ve never seen hyung get this nervous to anyone before, just wait for a little while more.”

You frowned slightly, closing your eyes, “Sigh this is so tiring, thank you for being here.”

Haechan let out a small laugh, then pat your head, “Of course, i love you”

“Oh… I-I’m sorry…”

Your body immediately jerked up to the familiar voice, and you were greeted by a blushing Mark, his hand behind his neck as he avoided eye contact with you.

“I thought i’d come visit you two but i- uhh.. sorry to interrupt that moment, i got to go… You two look cute by the way”

Mark flusteredly tried to explain himself, still ignoring eye contact with you. Haechan tried to explain to him, but before he could finish his sentence, Mark was already at the entrance, ready to leave.

This was your only chance.

You got up quickly from your seat as you ran after him, ignoring the glares from the other people in the library. You were confused and it felt as if you were going to cry.

After a few seconds of calling after his name, Mark finally stopped as he looked at you nervously, “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt that-”

But you hugged him, tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stopped at his words, as his body stiffened up from your hold.

“What… Y/N if Haechan sees this he wouldn’t be happy- I’m-” Mark said softly as he tried to push you away, but you held on tight to him, your face in his chest.

“Mark, it doesn’t matter what Donghyuck feels”

Mark stared at you in confusion, his heart beating quickly as he was unsure of what to say. He tried pushing you again, “But… Don’t you like him? And he seems like he likes you too, he’d always talk about you and-”

“Mark i like you, in fact, i love you. For months now. I don’t know how all this happened but i’m thankful that we became friends and you don’t have to return the same feelings as me i just needed to let these all out”

You felt his body soften at your words, then you felt his hands cupping your cheeks as he brought it up to meet his face. You met his soft gaze and you let a small smile, wiping away the tears that had already stained your cheek.

His eyes still showed signs of lost and confusion, but he took a deep breath and said softly, “I like you too Y/N… From the day we met to the day we went to the cafe for a small date. But i noticed how you’d always get so close to Haechan and how you two would hug and tease each other, it’s as though you two are a couple…” he paused to see you giggle, making him blush a little.

“… and Haechan would always talk about how good you were in your studies, and all of your good points. He seemed really in love with you. So i didn’t want to spoil the relationship the both of you had. I distant myself and i told myself you wouldn’t return my feelings but now i’m just… wow”

You immediately smiled at his words, wrapping your arms around his waist again, “Thank you Mark, for everything”

Within a few minutes a breathless Haechan appeared in front of the both of you, his worried expression turning into a happy one when he saw the position the both of you were in, as he pat the both of you on the back, “I’m happy for the both of you”

Mark offered his hand to him, and the two started doing their usual handshake. Haechan looked over to you and gave you a thumbs up, before linking arms with the both of you, “Okay now, let’s go have lunch with the new couple.”

“Oh and hyung… Good luck on dealing with her” Haechan said teasingly to Mark, causing you to hit him slightly, as the three of you walked down to the cafeteria laughing at each other, the way it always was.

#mark lee #mark lee scenarios #lee minhyung #nct mark #nct scenarios #haechan #lee donghyuck #nct haechan #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fluff #nct angst

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 8 years

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The Least I Can Do (Part 3)

Summary: Jensen takes the reader on their second date where she experiences her first con...

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: They just keep getting longer somehow...

“Morning sunshine,” said Jensen when you opened your door, a small carry on by his feet.

“Morning,” you said, waving him in. “There’s coffee if you want some.”

“Already made some,” he said, holding up a thermos. “You ready to go?”

“You texted me like three minutes ago saying to pack some clothes and whatever stuff I wanted,” you said, walking past your couch and into your bedroom where your empty backpack sat on the unmade bed.

“Was that not enough time?” he teased.

“Do I need a dress? Nice shoes? A parka? I need to know what this con weekend thing is. Or where it even is,” you said.

“Are you that obsessed with clothes?” he asked and you scowled. Oh, if there was one stereotype you hated as much as the sleeping around underwear model it was the superficial clothes and makeup obsessed thing. “Y/N, relax. It was a joke.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” you said. “We really don’t know much about each other and-”

“If you don’t want to go, then that’s fine. But please don’t change your mind because I tried to tease you and touched a nerve. I don’t think you care about name brands and crap like that really,” he said.

“So,” you said giving him a smile. “Jeans and tees?”

“That’ll be fine. We’re going to a concert tonight too,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, give me ten minutes?” you asked and he smiled, pulling your door shut before you stopped him. “I’m not worried about you seeing my underwear drawer.”

“I don’t want to see my presents early,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh don’t try this cocky flirting game with me Ackles. You’re gonna lose,” you said, watching him hold up his hands.

“I’ll behave for the foreseeable future,” he said. “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”

“Alright. Oh and Jensen?” you asked, watching him whip his body around after heading into your living room. “How much do I owe you for the plane ticket and hotel and stuff?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I didn’t have to pay for it so don’t argue that you should have to.”

“Wait, this is a show thing?” you asked. He nodded as he sat down. “Awesome.”

“Awesome?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I may or may not have binged like four episodes last night...” you said, walking back into your room to pack.

“So, are you a Sam or Dean girl?” he asked.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Which one are you attracted to,” he said, a laugh in his words. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh, I like John,” you said. “He’s got that hot older guy thing going on.”

“You realize I’m currently older than he was when the show started, right?” asked Jensen.

“You’ve got that hot older guy thing going on ya know,” you said, popping your head out the door with a smirk. “Although you were an adorable baby boy back then. Your voice was so much higher.”

“Is this that flirty tease thing I’m getting now?” he asked. “I’ll give it right back sweetheart.”

“That’s a very Dean thing to say,” you said, walking into your closet and pulling on your airport outfit. A pair of leggings, the first tee in sight and a light hooded jacket. You slipped on your throw away shoes, the ten dollar sneakers that you didn’t give a crap about but held up amazingly well and threw your hair back in a ponytail. You tossed a pair of jeans, three shirts, pajama shorts, some underwear and your to go zip up with all your personal care crap in it. You quickly grabbed headphones, charger and a book before you were zipping it up.

“That was fast,” he said when you walked out after only a few minutes. “You sure you don’t want your laptop?”

“We’ll be busy probably,” you said. You glanced over to your dinner table covered with a few sheets of paper and your computer.

“True. Okay. Everything off, and-”

“I have travelled before,” you said, walking over to your thermostat and turning it down.

“Thankfully it’s not across country today. Only a couple hours down to Arizona,” he said, stepping out before you so you could lock up behind you.

“You still haven’t told me about what a con is Ackles,” you said, testing your door before walking with him.

“If you’re already binging the show, you’re going to have fun.”

“What?” you asked the front desk when you were checking into your hotel early that afternoon.

“We never received a request for a second room. Unfortunately we’re booked up,” they said and you sighed before heading over to where Jensen was talking to Jared in the lobby, waiting to go up to their rooms.

“Um, they don’t have a room for me,” you said, looking out the front doors. “I can try the hotel across the street.”

“Seriously?” said Jared. “They normally don’t screw up stuff like that.”

“I’ll bunk with Jared and you can have my room,” said Jensen, offering a smile. Jared seemed okay with that but you definitely weren’t.

“It’s your room, you should keep it,” you said.

“I mean, you guys could share too. Not like you’re dating or anything...” said Jared, bumping his arm into Jensen.

“It hasn’t even been 24 hours,” said Jensen.

“I’m okay with sharing. We wanted to spend more time with each other. That’s the reason I came in the first place, right?” you asked.

“If he annoys the crap out of you just kick him out and send him to my room,” said Jared, patting your on the back. “Want to meet up in a few hours and grab dinner?”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. “Apparently there’s a concert tonight he’s taking me to so we should be back in time for that.”

“Yeah. I’m sure that’ll be fun for you,” said Jared, sharing some sort of silent look with Jensen. “Later guys.”

“What was that about?” you asked. Jensen threw his arm over your shoulders and started leading you over to the elevators. For a moment you forgot all about the conversation were absolutely focused on all the warm muscle around you.

“Y/N? Hello?” he asked, waving a hand in front of your face. Whoops.

“Um, sorry, zoned out. What’d you say?” you asked, Jensen’s arm moving away to press your floor button and you wished he’d put it back.

“I may or may not be part of the concert tonight. I haven’t decided yet,” he said. You tilted your head up at him to see his green eyes staring back.

“Yes you have you little flirt,” you said.

“I have to make you think I’m cooler than I actually am. I’ll use this to my advantage in any way possible,” he said, bumping into you playfully.

“Right, because tall blonde and handsome isn’t cool,” you teased. Jensen was about to spout off something flirty back but a hand caught the closing doors and his arm quickly fell away. Two young women around your age stepped in, their eyes a little wide. He must not have wanted to draw any attention to you yet.

“Hi,” one of them said to Jensen.

“Hi,” he said back. “You guys here for the con?”

“Yeah, it’s our first one,” said the other women. Jensen seemed genuinely happy as you realized they were both a little nervous to be near him.

“Y/N’s too,” he said, pointing at you. “What floor you guys on?”

“Fifth,” they said, Jensen hitting the button for them.

“Are you going to sing at the concert tonight?” one asked as they got to their floor.

“I was planning on it. Have fun this weekend,” he said, returning the wave they gave him as they slipped out.

“You handled that really well,” you said when you were alone. He shrugged.

“I’m used to it. Most people are super nice. We don’t really do bad stuff or get in trouble so no one bothers us on a day to day basis. No one follows me around or takes my picture. I’m boring. This is the most attention I get really,” he said.

“I like that about you. You’re normal,” you said.

“Let’s see how this weekend goes first and see if I’m worth keeping around.”

“Hey,” said Jensen, hopping backstage after finishing up a song, covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Having fun?”

“I wish you could have seen the exact moment her jaw dropped,” said Jared with a laugh.

“Oh my...you’re like fucking amazing,” you said, not sure where to look at him first. “You look like a rockstar and sound like one and play guitar, not to mention all the acting stuff and-”

“Told you I had to make myself seem cool,” he said, grabbing a drink of water.

“Mission accomplished,” you said, still in awe over him.

“I wonder how long that’ll last,” said Jared, Jensen whacking him with his bottle. “Hey, you got to tease the shit out of me when Gen and I got together. Payback’s a bitch.”

“I was totally in favor of you guys!” said Jensen. “I didn’t do it the second day you knew Gen.”

“I’m making up for lost time,” said Jared. “I mean, I don’t see you saying anything to Y/N for saying how cute your butt looks in those jeans.”

“Jared! You were sworn to secrecy,” you said, slapping his arm.

“I need protection from you two,” he joked. “Besides, we don’t have secrets in this family.”

“He’s right. We don’t. Seriously though, you think I have a cute butt?” asked Jensen with a wink.

“Your cool guy factor is going down you realize,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Twenty seconds. That was longer than I thought,” said Jared, standing and stretching.

“Shudyup,” said Jensen. You listened to a few more songs before the show ended and you stood up to head back to your room. “Woah, where do you think you’re going?” he asked, catching your arm.

“Bed?” you said back.

“If you want to we can. Or we can go out for a few hours,” he said.

“I’m game. Not sure about an old timer like yourself,” you said, Jared raising his eyebrows as Jensen squinted.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“Why is your alarm going off. We went to bed three hours ago,” you groaned.

“Sorry. Morning panel,” he said, his voice thick with sleep but willing himself to get up from the other side of the bed. “You can go back to bed if you want and just see the afternoon one.”

“No, I wanna,” you mumbled, stretching out and slumping back into bed.

“Sure about that?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and walking to the bathroom.

“I’m sure,” you said. You flashed open your eyes and quickly shut them before your eyes started wandering all over him. “Why are you so perfect?”

“I’m really not,” he said. “Something’s obviously not right.”

“Hm?” you asked, sitting up and opening your eyes.

“Forget it. I’ll shower quick then you can have it. Panel starts at 8,” he said.

“Jensen?” you asked. You watched him take a long sip from his coffee just before his and Jared’s panel was supposed to start.

“This one is only thirty minutes or so. Then we can grab breakfast,” he said, offering a smile.

“You just didn’t meet the right person,” you said, his smile falling away. “I don’t think you should feel bad about not having met that person yet.”

“I didn’t say any of that,” he said.

“You didn’t need to,” you said.

“Hopefully I finally met her. Even if she thinks I’m old,” he said, Jared rolling his eyes behind him, mouthing ‘idiot’ at him. “What is Jared doing?” he asked, turning around in his seat to see Jared walking away.

“Oh, just being a good friend,” you said. “Come on, I want to see my first panel.”

“This one is smaller so it’s a good place to start I hope,” said Jensen, standing and holding out a hand for you. You followed until someone pointed out where you could go so you could sneak into the audience. You were surprised at how informal the whole process was, how a simple question led to a story and then another but somehow they always seemed to stay on track. You found yourself wanting more by the time it was over.

“You two are adorable,” you said to the guys when you saw them after they’d finished. “No wonder you play such good brothers.”

“We spend a lot of time together. As you can tell by how much Jared’s been hanging out on our second date,” said Jensen. Jared didn’t take offense and asked if you’d met any of the other people at the con yet. “We’ve been hanging out so not really.”

“Do it before we head home. Everyone’s interested in meeting your new girlfriend,” said Jared.

“I haven’t even asked that yet,” said Jensen, his face heating up the more Jared teased.

“Jared, can you give us a minute?” you asked. You waited for the two of you to be alone in the hall.

“Thanks,” he said. “I know this is probably overwhelming on it’s own and-”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, looking up at confused green eyes. “Yeah, I was talking to you.”

“This isn’t scary or weird to you?” he asked.

“I like you. You like me. We’ll be going on more dates. I think we check off those criteria for boyfriend and girlfriend,” you said, reaching out and taking one of his large hands in yours.

“You’ve got a point,” he said. “I guess we’re together then.”

“I guess we are,” you said back.

“Can I go show you off to my friends now?” he asked with a smile.

“I’d love to.”

“This weekend was a lot of fun,” you said, yawning as you opened your door to your apartment that night. Jensen nodded and yawned in turn.

“I’m really glad you came,” he said. “Maybe you can come to another one if you want.”

“Uh, duh. Those panels were awesome. I’ve definitely got some catching up to do,” you said, tossing your bag down and walking over to your phone on the wall showing a message.

“You are so going to be a Dean girl,” said Jensen, watching you tilt your head curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said. “It’s just I haven’t given out this number in ages. The only people who have it is my modeling agency and even then they always call my cell or email, never this one.”

“Well now I’m intrigued. Let’s take a listen,” he said, walking inside and taking a seat on your kitchen counter.

“Let’s hope it’s fast. Walking Dead comes on in like ten minutes,” you said.

“Do you mind if I hang out and watch with you?” he asked, kicking his feet softly.

“No ya little cutie,” you said with a giggle. “Does someone like that show or something?”

“Yeah. Papa Winchester is on it now so of course I gotta watch,” he said.

“Now that’d be a hell of a crossover,” you said, remembering how to listen to your voicemail. It took a few tries before the message came through.

Hi Y/N. I don’t know if you remember me from Friday. I was the director in that orange baseball hat. I just wanted to say thanks for stepping in and helping us out at the last minute.

“That’s nice of him,” you said, turning to Jensen who looked skeptical.

We saw your resume from your agency and the producing team was wondering if you could stop down Monday at 10. We’re obviously doing this by the seat of our pants but if you could come in and read a few lines just to try for us we’d be forever grateful. Your agency said you just finished a contract and this might be a great opportunity for us all if you’re interested. I understand if you don’t want to, this is pretty far out of your normal realm of work. Thanks again.

“Oh,” you said, turning to look at Jensen.

“It’s your decision, not mine,” said Jensen. “Have you ever acted before?”

“The last acting I did was Girl #4 in my fifth grade play,” you said.

“Do you want to try this?” he asked, offering a soft smile. You had enjoyed the three seconds of doing it before. That really was getting to pretend to be someone else, kind of like when you modeled. But it was different. There was a story to it and you were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to at least go and try in the morning.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, nodding your head.

“We’ll watch zombies another night,” he said. “You’ve got other homework tonight,” he said, standing and moving over to your couch.

“What homework?” you asked, watching as he turned on your TV and quickly got into Netflix.

“Supernatural silly. If you’re going to read for Dean’s love interest, you should watch some more of the show,” he said, patting the spot next to him.

“Do you...want me to get this part?” you asked, walking over and joining him.

“I get to act that I’m falling for a girl while I’m actually falling for the girl that plays her? Why would I ever want that?” he teased.

“I guarantee I’m going to be awful at this tomorrow,” you said, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“You won’t know if you don’t take a chance,” he said.

“When it comes to you and chances they’ve worked out so far. I guess we see what happens tomorrow,” you said. Jensen kissed the top of your head and your face began to hurt from the wide smile that had formed. At least until you started paying attention to the episode.

“Are those kids playing Bloody Mary? That scared the crap out of me as a kid,” you said, snuggling a little closer to Jensen.

“This one still creeps me out,” he said. “Obviously we should watch with the lights off.”

“If I get nightmares I blame you Ackles,” you said.

“If you get nightmares, just call me and I’ll pop down and sleep on your couch. Make sure nothing bad gets you,” he said, wrapping both arms around you and squeezing you gently.

“You can always just crash here just in case,” you said, letting him decide if he wanted to stay over.

“Good idea,” he said with a nod. “Now we should be quiet seeing as there’s a ridiculously good looking man on the screen,” he said.

“I’ll let Jared know you think so fondly of him,” you said.

“Shudyup and learn how cocky but good of a guy Dean Winchester can be.”

A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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philipshay · 7 years

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don’t you ever tame your demons

so this is based off this percy jackson au i wrote years ago for percy/annabeth and idk why but i really like the idea of it and figured id take it and turn it into a philkas au. so i rewrote it and since i ~thrive~ off the approval of others i figured why not post it? if it isnt too horrible and yall like it maybe ill continue it!!!!

philkas au in which the past comes back to haunt philip and lukas a year and a half after theyve been freed of it

this is hella angsty so be warned.

The first time it happens is a year and a half after Helen kills Ryan Kane on the banks of the river. There has just been another murder in Tivoli; completely unrelated to the incident. Still, it manages to wake something up inside of both boys, something deep and dark that managed to hold on after all this time.

The first time it happens, Philip wakes up to Lukas launching from the bed, hands coming up to press against his red cheeks, chest heaving.

He looks down at his own hands and finds them slick with blood, skin beneath his nails from where he clawed at Lukas’ face.

He drops his hands to his sides, mouth dropping, unable to do anything other than stare blankly at Lukas.

“Lukas-I’m so-I’m so sorry-“ He chokes, images of Ryan Kane flickering behind his eyes, half of his mind still stuck in a nightmare.

Lukas takes a moment to catch his breath, leaning back against the wall, his hands falling away.

Philip climbs out of bed, moving to the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit from beneath the sink. He brings it back to the bedroom and finds Lukas sitting on the edge of the mattress. He sits down beside him, setting the kit down, flipping it open and turning to look at Lukas.

He inspects his face, the lines carved by Philip’s own nails, the sight making his stomach roll. He averts his gaze, taking a breath, pulling the alcohol from the first aid kit, grabbing a square of gauze.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so-“ Philip stammers. Lukas reaches out, hand closing around Philip’s shaking wrist, stilling him.

“Are the nightmares back?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

Lukas looks away, the dim light from their lamp illuminating the marks of his cheeks. Philip clenches his teeth and dumps some of the alcohol on the gauze before lifting it to Lukas’ face and dabbing at the blood.

Lukas winces, but doesn’t pull away as Philip cleans his cheeks.

When he’s finished, the two climb back into bed, laying farther apart than usual, silent in the darkness. They don’t talk about what happened, but the incident sits between them, like a wall up in the middle of the bed.

Philip doesn’t fall back asleep. Every time he dozes off, he’s brought back by the memory of Lukas’, blood running down his cheeks.

The reminder that he’s the one who hurt him keeps him awake.

Two nights later it happens again, but this time it’s Lukas’ hands wrapped around Philip’s throat, and he can’t do anything other than try to shove Lukas off. Lukas wakes up to Philip turning purple before him, his own hands taking Philip’s breath away, pinning him beneath him on the mattress.

When he realizes what he’s doing, when he’s lucid enough to stop, he lets go and pushes off the bed, falling back onto the floor. Philip sits on the bed above him, leaning over the edge and coughing and retching into the trash can.

Lukas doesn’t apologize; he doesn’t know how. He almost killed Philip, and both of them know it. What is there to say? What is there to say when Philip was the one in the same position just two nights before?

Both of them know that something has changed; maybe everything has changed. Something is wrong, something is different. The world they thought they’d left behind when they moved out of Tivoli has followed them, waiting all this time to rear its ugly head.

Philip goes into their small kitchen for a long time, and comes back carrying a water bottle and pills in his hands. Sleeping pills for Lukas, Motrin for himself.

In the chaos of it all, Lukas reopened some of the scabs on his cheeks. But Philip doesn’t offer to clean or bandage them; neither admits it, but they’re scared to touch the other and scared to be touched by the other.

The two climb back into bed, once again farther apart than they’ve slept in ages. It’s as if they’re teens again, nervous and unsure around each other.

Neither makes a move to close the distance. Neither knows how.

It happens 3 more times that week, sometimes Philip, sometimes Lukas. The next week it happens 5.

Lukas tries to sleep on the couch, but finds that with no Philip there to hold him, the nightmares only ravage him worse.

It is on one of those nights he attempts to sleep alone that he wakes up soaked in sweat and tears that he grabs his blanket and makes his way into their bedroom, where he finds Philip sitting in the middle of the floor in a sea of blankets, knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around them, nails digging into his arms. The soft light of dawn spills in through the window, making Philip glow.

Lukas stands in the doorway, feeling shyer than he ever has, and waits for Philip to notice him before he speaks.

“Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight?” Lukas asks, as if the two don’t already live together, as if they haven’t slept in the same bed since they got this apartment.

It’s different now, though. The night has turned into a violent game of ‘who’ll wake up bloody and broken’

Sleeping next to each other isn't even comfort anymore; it is a necessity. They lay with their limbs tangled together, but only so that they can hold the other down when the nightmares start.

Lukas can't tell if being with Philip is worse than not being with him. But every night he crawls into bed with him anyways, the bags under both of their eyes darker than the day before.

When the two head back to Tivoli for the weekend, they spend it up at Helen and Gabe’s house. Rose comes over to visit, and she and Lukas sit on the porch, watching as Philip rolls around in the grass with the dog Gabe is fostering. Every few moments, a smile comes over his face. It carries a hint of the old Philip, the Philip before the nightmares came back.

Parts of both of them are still back in that cabin, and Lukas doesn't know if they’ll ever get them back. It scares him to look over and see the eyes he fell in love with, but not the soul behind them.

Not to say Philip isn't still there, because he is, and he emerges while they watch movies or sing in the car. He can see him the comments he makes or the way he brushes his hair back.

But sometimes he is empty.

And emptiness is something Lukas is all too familiar with these days; he sees it every time he looks in the mirror.

It's not his fault, and it isn’t Philip’s.

Lukas is different, too. He no longer gets animated when he wins a race, and he no longer jokes with the same emotion he used to.

And when Philip folds him into his arms at night, it doesn't feel like what it used too; it's like they are simply going through the motions. He loves him, that hasn't changed, but them seems more painful now than before.

He knows Philip feels it too. Now, as he holds his hands, Philip tries not to look at the healing marks on Lukas’ cheeks, or the bruises on his arms, and Lukas doesn't look at Philip’s split lip or bandaged hands.

They do not blame each other. They blame Ryan Kane and the world he brought down on top of them, the world that hasn’t yet let go of them.

Ryan Kane, who has been dead for nearly 2 years, still manages to hold the leash over their lives.

“Have you tried some kind of sleeping medication?” Rose asks.

“Yeah. Every kind.”

Rose pauses.

“Maybe you should go see someone. Both of you. If all this stuff is coming back…”

“I thought we were done. Thought we’d left all this shit behind.” Lukas says. Rose sighs, and places a hand on his.

“It’s gonna get better, Lukas.” Rose says.

Lukas doesn’t reply. He’s tired, and he’s sore from last night’s battle, and he doesn’t have the energy to pretend to believe her.

Philip finally says something a month after it starts. Lukas is dabbing scab scream on the almost-healed marks on his face, the ones left behind from that first night, and Philip sits on the closed toilet seat, eyes on the tile.

"I can't even look at you anymore." Philip says, lifting his head to meet Lukas’ eyes. Lukas’ hands still on his cheeks, and they drop to settle on the sink’s edge.

“Don’t.” Lukas says, obviously already knowing where this is going.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Damnit.” Lukas curses, reaching out and shoving the bottle of scar cream off the counter. It smacks the tiled bathroom floor, and Lukas turns around, face contorting.

“This isn’t fair. Kane is dead, but it’s like he’s right here, still screwing with us. It isn’t fair.” He says. Philip stands up, lips pressed together, looking at Lukas through feathered lashes.

“I think we need some time, Lukas.”

“Philip-“

“All we’re doing is hurting each other.”

“I love you.” Lukas says, as if this makes up for it, as if it makes the hell they put each other through okay.

But it doesn’t. Love isn’t always enough; it hasn’t managed to make things better, not for them.

“We don’t have to do this, Philip.” Lukas pleads, though he knows they do. Philip walks over to him, and reaches a hand up, thumb pressing against the white cream on his cheeks. He pulls his hand away, looking down at it.

“I don’t know if we can be fixed.” He says.

Lukas drops his eyes, and tips his head forward, pressing his forehead against Philip’s. He lets out a shaky breath, and reaches for Philip’s hand, twining their fingers together. He squeezes once, trying to memorize the feel of Philip’s hand in his and the feel of his breath on Lukas’ lips.

Then Philip steps away and grabs his wallet from the nightstand.

Lukas doesn’t have to ask to know where he’s going. Tivoli.

Lukas doesn’t stop him as he leaves. Instead, he stands in the doorway and watches him go.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever come back. And though he hates it, part of him hopes he doesn’t.

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survivorwakea · 5 years

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Episode 4: “WHO MADE THE FUCKING ALLIANCE?” -Chloe

We just won another challenge here on Huamea which is lit. I think we are going to swap soon, but if not and we go to tribal with this tribe I think I’ll be fine. I’m still set up with randy Elmo and Ian well, and I think we could successfully target Joey if needed

Well another sit out for me but I’d say it was a good decision. We got 1st place and I don’t think I would have been the most helpful in this one. Really appreciate my tribe mates for coming through tho. Now I’m just wondering if there is going to be a swap. If there isn’t then we have to sit out three people on the tribe. Aka sitting out pretty much everyone who did the last one. As per usual, I’m very busy this week. Hoping I can find enough time to help in the challenge so that we can win or at least not come in last. I still have no alliances...but I think that’s okay for now. I think I’m in a good place with Jared and Elmo. We had each other’s backs if we went to tribal after the music video but we didn’t have to go. Joey also told me before results that he wouldn’t vote for me if we lost. Hoping that these promises or positive thoughts will continue farther into the game. At least until we get to jury. I also want to publicly own up to the fact that I still don’t know how the idol system works and I just don’t have the energy for it. So I’m just gonna pretend it doesn’t exist. Yep. That’ll do.

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I was going to do a video confessional, but I high key got lazy and dont have too much to say

we won again which is great. I truly do feel like I kinda carried the team in a challenge I wasn't that great at, but it was really an all around effort and I'm glad we stayed.

I really do think I am in everybody's top 1-2 on this tribe except for the potential of Zack as well, but I like him a lot so I wouldn't want to see him go.

Nothing makes me want to win like when I have a tribe full of people I genuinely like. If I can help it, i really want to get to the merge without having lost another challenge due to my lost vote that I still haven't had to use yet, so I need those to be as spread a part as possible, and I don't want people to suspect me

those are kinda my only thoughts for now. hoping we don't swap until 14 and we get another round in these tribes, then a swap at 14 and merge at 12 (since my legacy advantage basically tells us we're merging at 12)

justin said he feels like a double might be happening sometime soon, but I'm not so sure about that just because of cullan getting expelled, and I feel the hosts would now elongate it a bit, but we'll see

im chillin for now

anna is ab to check confessionals and i can’t remember if i made one so this is my confessional.... johnny is rly nice to me and it scares me bc what if he is PLAYING ME.... and zack is also rly nice to me and that scares me TOO.... justin don’t fuckin talk to me and bodhi and asya barely do..... u know what 15th looks kinda cute rn bc i think that’s my destiny..... we floppin 🤪

Well, it’s still pretty quiet over at the Haumea camp. My tribemates kicked ass at the immunity challenge (sometimes, it pays to submit early), and I’m still getting along with everyone very well. I have suspicions that we could be switched up again next round, but hey, what do I know?

not much game development, im still attempting to keep my connections afloat in my tribe, i think ive now talked game with everyone and generally im in a rly good position, i dont wanna get too cocky bc that could lead to my downfall. I think that after this round we could potentially swap again to 2 tribes of 8. That would be kinda wild and I'm here for it

sry for a short one

I don't know if I should be sad, disappointed, angry, or all of the above. Losing this challenge was rough, and it's pretty evident the majority of the effort came from Adam, next would be myself. Clohie and Tom put little to no effort in the challenge. As stated before Tom's approach to the game has been pretty lackadaisical. He has hardly put any effort into not only the challenges but just his day to day interactions with the castaways. When I wanted to form the alliance with him and Clohie, he didn't relay the information to Clohie. And when Clohie indirectly asked him he didn't even acknowledge the possible alliance then either. I guess what I'm saying is...I want Tom out! Since this swap I have had my best relationship in Clohie, I like Adam, but I can tell he's a smart guy...so I'll keep him at a distance for now. I really do want to try and get Tom out though as a test of Clohie's loyalty to see if she would vote out one of her own. I think I have put myself in the situation where everyone feels comfortable with me moving forward, so I don't foresee my name being written down but I could be wrong, it is Survivor after all. I'm assuming we're coming to another swap, I just hope I'll have allies going into it, and if not allies, challenge beasts please. 3 out of 4 tribals isn't a good look😬 And can we talk about the idol system, all I have to say is: I HATE ALL OF YOU (to whoever helped put it together) G'Day.

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Haha idk what the fuck is happening right now. So Tom can go and talk about our alliance with Taylor, with Adam. But still hasn’t mentioned it to me? Ok 🙃 I could easily vote Tom out here but idk I feel like he’s loyal? Maybe?? But then again I know him more than Adam and Taylor and that’s maybe why I wanna keep him even if I know he’s probably trying to fuck me over rn

hiii! this round went so quick?? idk it just zoomed by in my opinion haha. listen.. we won immunity and i’m grateful. another week safe with my idol so i’m just getting closer and closer to merge. i’m hoping for a swap soon and i’m expecting it. i would love if me elmo and justin got on a tribe together that way we can start to actualllllly work together and show eachother our trust that way once merge comes we can just kill it! not much happened this round but i’m just feeling grateful and wanted to let you all know! y’all are great host and i’m having so much fun. Xoxo

Heading into this next challenge, I feel great. I have a tight bond with Jared, Lily and I just so happen to be in the same friend group chat, and have been talking alot, Elmo is awesome, but the two that worry me are Ian and Ben. Ben and I haven’t talked much, and once again, Ian is preventing me from trying to build a bond by just building a ridiculous wall up. Maybe he isnt cut out for these games tbh.

Well it's either Adam or Taylor. Chloe wants Taylor to stay. I don't really care who stays xD I'm probably gonna random.org this vote, I do not know to if I want Adam or Taylor here. Plus that random ass alliance chat doesn't help

tribe assessment:

jared - out of everyone i get probably the most loyal vibes from him, idk what it is. he's rly genuine whenever i talk to him. i think the fact that we played a game like over 3 years ago means a lot to him. i wouldnt be v shook if he somehow schemed against me at some point at early-mid merge or something. right now i think he wants to work with me for the long term

ben - ive been talking to him a lot from the beginning. i think that he's with me for now, i for sure think that he's going to make a move on me later on though, im not sure when but for now i trust him and i think i can work with him. I think if numbers r close at the merge he'd want to side w me. I'm not sure how well connected he is. I like talking to him but he works a lot (what a king tbh) so that probs hinders his ability talk a lot

lily - she is not the most active, which is sad because she is a kickass player. If she gets too far in this game, that could potentially be a problem, if we are not working closely together that is. She's EXTREMELY loyal and i think that if i keep talkin to her, she'd want to work with me for the long term. Potentially I think that she should be in my end game but obvs its way too early to say that

ian - he is one of the more quieter ppl but the more u talk to him, the more u get out of him and I'm starting to notice that. I think that we have a pretty solid connection over all and I rly like talking to him! he is p different than I am so that gives me good perspective. game wise, i havent had a lot of discussions with him yet but im working on it a lot bc i think he could be someone i have potential with

joey - hes nice. he doesnt talk a lot which is kinda weird. he said that he has my back but im not sure if he said that out of keeping himself away from my radar or if he actually meant it. I am not really sure? I wouldn't be very surprised if Jared hinted to him that I could potentially be lookin to vote him out. I think that there is POTENTIAL of me working with him but i think if i had to choose someone who i'd want to vote out, it would probably be him.

i could be totally oblivious about my situation but i genuinely think that im in a v strong position in this tribe. I believe i have potential (i think) to work with everyone on our tribe which i really like. This is all based on intuition though so i could be TOTALLY Wrong. The fact that we never lost just means that I have no solid proof or claims. Only my own perceptions. Idw be cocky in this game, it has been my downfall before. I want to be in a mindset that people are against me.I thrive when I'm under pressure. I kinda wished that we went to at least one tribal just to see how everyone here was game wise. Oh well!!

if i was going to be the boot on our tribe i look like a total clown rn.

Besides the fact that I’m leaving tonight, yeah not much is going on! I’m so disappointed that this is how my game is coming to an end. I’m at a loss of words so I’m sorry if you want more I just don’t have it in me

i’m.... goin thru a lot of emotions. for no reason. idk

at the last tribal council the person who i was least happy to be cast with was voted out so that was one less thing to worry about. then we won immunity. which is nice. but also i get lazy premerge when we keep winning immunity. it doesn’t help that my social battery is currently at %10 and i have a broken charger. but. oh well.

i have to play in the next immunity and idk. if there’s only 3 of us competing and two of them are me and justin then maybe we really Will be going to tribal next round who knows.

also i’m really bad at idol hunting. i didn’t give enough birth. the lizard goddess has no interest in making an appointment w me. i killed myself one time and got nothing for my troubles. i feel like something’s definitely been found by now, aside from johnny’s legacy advantage. idk it’s feelin a little bleak bc i figured my best shot at finding an idol would be premerge and i know we still have a ways to go probably but if the idols are found then that’s it on that.

This is literally going to be the most gut wrenching vote. Clohie and Tom will not budge, or even fathom the idea of voting out the other. I'm under the impression they want Adam out, but I'm also afraid of the possibility of a vote against me....so I have to contemplate if it's smarter to tie the vote 2-2 first and then vote out Adam, or to just trust that they are in fact voting Adam. Something else I'm praying on if I survive this round, is for a swap. Because without one, I'll be on the bottom of the 3 with Clohie and Tom obvi sticking together since their original Kanaloa. And our challenge record is not the best. Adam is probably our strongest challenge performer so that's another reason I'd hate to see him go. Tom and Clohie are just so mysterious and vague, and Adam has been nothing but upfront with me. Ugh, just the thought of a tie vote or drawing rocks makes me so sick...I honestly don't know what I'm going to do.

This has been the most stressful vote I have had to deal with, EVER. Taylor is a snake but Chloe wants to keep him and I get better vibes from Adam. I am considering doing a 2-2 if Chloe votes Adam and if it goes to rocks, so be it.

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Taylor is voted out 3-1.

#episode #sailaway

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