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Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas

Meat, page 38

DAVE: hey

DAVE: want to get drunk

KARKAT: HUH?

DAVE: i went and got all this fucking booze

KARKAT: YOU *GOT* BOOZE?

DAVE: yeah check it

KARKAT: YOU ACTUALLY WENT AND *GOT* IT.

KARKAT: LIKE, YOU LITERALLY LEFT THE HOUSE AND EXCHANGED CURRENCY WITH A REAL, LIVE PERSON TO OBTAIN ALCOHOL.

DAVE: yeah i walked into the boozery all pigeon toed and embarrassed

DAVE: like some fuckin hooch noob

DAVE: was all like yo whats the most pathetic thing you got to drink yourself to death with

KARKAT: THE BOOZERY???

DAVE: passed right by the box wine

DAVE: the bagged wine

DAVE: the shots they put in those little blister packs by the register

DAVE: the wine in the little sippy cups with the disposable plastic straws like juice for fucking babies

DAVE: i made that last one up i dont actually know anything about alcohol

DAVE: anyway two plastic soda bottles of vodka cooler seems to be about where were at right now

DAVE: i think thats what this is anyway

DAVE: i dont really care long as it gets the job done

DAVE: i decided that im an alcoholic now

KARKAT: HAVE YOU NOW.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: its never too late to develop a substance abuse problem

DAVE: ive been thinking about it for a while and it seems like its time for me to finally get on the wagon of not being on the wagon

KARKAT: THAT’S REALLY GREAT, DAVE.

DAVE: thanks

DAVE: anyway hows the inauguration

DAVE: you having a good time dwelling on every tiny little factor that cumulatively led to our electoral defeat

DAVE: and how if just one thing had been different it would have been us up there

KARKAT: UGH.

KARKAT: YOU AND I BOTH KNOW NOTHING MATTERED IN THAT CAMPAIGN BUT JAKE’S FUCKING SPEECH.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i mean, like

DAVE: i just keep imagining what wouldve happened if that absurd rube goldberg machine of life ruining humiliation had been stopped at any point

DAVE: maybe just being backstabbed by his endorsement alone was something we couldve recovered from with some rigorous counter campaigning

DAVE: but what if i had been fast enough to cut him off before hed even said anything

DAVE: what if i hadnt accidentally fallen on him on the stage when i was rushing over there to stop him

DAVE: what if he hadnt freaked out like i set off fireworks next to a nam vet and started trying to fucking scrum me

DAVE: what if id just backed away from his punch with my legs like a normal person instead of warping the flow of time to escape causing him to become so startled he shit his pants

DAVE: what if i hadnt gotten so visibly grossed out by the smell that even the people watching it on tv could tell what had happened

DAVE: what if he hadnt started sobbing when the audience in the front rows started throwing up

DAVE: what if wed had better security and stopped that lady from running onstage during the fracas and announcing that jake has been dodging paying child support for their 3 kids

DAVE: like what was the LINE

KARKAT: IT WASN’T... *THAT* BAD.

DAVE: you think

DAVE: yeah see thats why im an alcoholic now

DAVE: want a drink

KARKAT: IF I’M BEING PERFECTLY FUCKING HONEST

KARKAT: I’M GLAD I LOST. I NEVER WANTED TO FUCKING WIN IN THE FIRST PLACE.

DAVE: dude come on

KARKAT: NO, I’M BEING SERIOUS.

KARKAT: I’M NOT EVEN DOING SOME SOUR GRAPES “I NEVER WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE BECAUSE I’M A SORE LOSER TRYING TO DELUDE MYSELF INTO THINKING I DON’T CARE” SORT OF THING.

KARKAT: OBVIOUSLY I FUCKING CARE SINCE NOW THE PLANET IS GOING TO BE COMPLETELY RUINED BY THIS JUMPED-UP FASCIST DICTATOR WHO HAS EVERY INTENTION OF GRADUALLY GENOCIDING MY SPECIES INTO NONEXISTENCE BEFORE MY VERY EYES.

KARKAT: BUT I CANNOT FUCKING THINK OF A SINGLE THING IN THE UNIVERSE I WANTED TO DO LESS THAN BE THE STUPID FUCKING PRESIDENT.

KARKAT: THANK HUMAN OBAMA.

DAVE: wait was there a troll obama

KARKAT: I’M THE FUCKING TROLL OBAMA, REMEMBER?

DAVE: karkat

DAVE: you wouldve been so much more than obama

KARKAT: HEY.

DAVE: yeah buddy whats up

KARKAT: I JUST...

DAVE: hey dont worry about it

DAVE: you dont have to explain yourself to me

DAVE: i get it

DAVE: it makes sense. id always felt the same way kind of

DAVE: like about all my shit with sburb and whatever. the reluctant heros journey

DAVE: that feeling where youre being dragged along to being a kind of guy everyone is saying you have to be but youve never felt like theres any way you can really BECOME

DAVE: where every second you feel so sick with your own self doubt and fear that you cant bear to even imagine the future

DAVE: and you think

DAVE: why me

DAVE: even though you know it cant be anyone but you

DAVE: and thats why you do it

KARKAT: YEAH.

DAVE: lol

KARKAT: I WASN’T TRYING TO EXPLAIN MYSELF, THOUGH.

KARKAT: I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU.

DAVE: huh

DAVE: for what

KARKAT: FOR... EVERYTHING.

KARKAT: EVEN IF WE DIDN’T WIN, I’M GLAD WE TRIED.

KARKAT: I’M GLAD WE WENT THROUGH THIS TOGETHER.

DAVE: me too

KARKAT: MORE THAN ANYTHING, I... YOU...

KARKAT: YOU BELIEVE IN ME IN A WAY NOBODY EVER HAS BEFORE.

KARKAT: MORE THAN I’VE EVER BEEN ABLE TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF.

KARKAT: AND I’VE NEVER REALLY...

KARKAT: FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE.

DAVE: felt like what

KARKAT: I MEAN, LIKE

KARKAT: YOU KNOW.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE NEVER HAD FRIENDS BEFORE. PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT.

KARKAT: BUT WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME THEY CARE ABOUT ME, ON SOME LEVEL IT’S HARD FOR ME TO REALLY BUY IT.

KARKAT: THEY CAN LIST WHATEVER JUSTIFICATIONS THEY HAVE FOR LIKING ME AND IT ALL FEELS LIKE BULLSHIT.

KARKAT: IT’S LIKE, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU CAN’T REALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THIS ABOUT ME.

KARKAT: THERE’S NO WAY YOU ACTUALLY SEE ME THAT WAY.

KARKAT: YOU JUST FEEL BAD FOR ME. YOU’RE TALKING DOWN TO ME LIKE I’M SOME SORT OF PATHETIC WIGGLER WHO NEEDS TO BE CODDLED.

KARKAT: OR YOU’RE JUST IMAGINING I’M WHATEVER WAY YOU WISH I WOULD BE, SOME PERSON WHO’S BETTER AND SMARTER AND STRONGER AND KINDER AND MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PERSON I REALLY AM.

KARKAT: I CAN NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY ANYONE I CARE ABOUT WOULD EVER WASTE THEIR FUCKING TIME ON ME.

KARKAT: BUT WITH YOU...

KARKAT: BUT WITH YOU, IT MAKES SENSE. I GUESS.

KARKAT: WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING NICE TO ME, I’M LIKE... YEAH? OK?

KARKAT: THAT’S COMPREHENSIBLE? I SEE HOW YOU GOT FROM POINT A TO POINT B.

KARKAT: I CAN KNOW YOU THE WAY I DO AND THINK ABOUT WHO YOU ARE AND I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’D WANT SOMEONE LIKE ME BESIDE YOU.

KARKAT: I DON’T HAVE TO WONDER WHAT’S MISSING.

KARKAT: YOU’RE ON MY LEVEL. AND I’M ON YOURS.

KARKAT: I BELIEVE THAT YOU SEE ME IN FRONT OF YOU THE WAY I ACTUALLY AM, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, AND STILL LIKE ME ANYWAY.

KARKAT: SO EVEN THOUGH IT’S STILL HARD FOR ME TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF A LOT OF THE TIME,

KARKAT: I BELIEVE IN YOU, SO I DON’T NEED TO.

DAVE: so what youre saying is you believe in me who believes in you

KARKAT: YEAH, KIND OF?

KARKAT: FUCK, MAN. THAT’S KIND OF DEEP.

DAVE: i know

KARKAT: SO, YEAH.

KARKAT: THAT’S WHAT I’VE NEVER REALLY FELT BEFORE.

KARKAT: AND I’M GLAD YOU’RE...

KARKAT: THAT WE’RE...

KARKAT: I’M GLAD YOU’RE MY FRIEND, DAVE.

DAVE: oh

DAVE: same

DAVE: so...

KARKAT: IS SOMETHING WRONG?

DAVE: huh

DAVE: no

DAVE: sorry i just had an absolutely insane train of thought that kind of sent me for a loop

KARKAT: UHH... WHAT?

DAVE: no its extremely better that i dont tell you

DAVE: i kind of forgot what we were talking about because it was so awful

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: oh right

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: all that shit you said about us being friends and on the same level or whatever

DAVE: yeah i feel the same way basically

DAVE: or like

DAVE: well

KARKAT: WHAT?

DAVE: im not sure that i like...

DAVE: hm.

DAVE: im kind of getting the feeling that... maybe...

DAVE: theres a level to what were thinking that isnt entirely coming across in words

DAVE: and since we dont have the right words we arent getting to the right actions either

KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

DAVE: like maybe we feel the same way about certain things

DAVE: but what were saying and what were feeling

DAVE: maybe those arent exactly the same thing

DAVE: and maybe... we should...

KARKAT: WE SHOULD WHAT?

DAVE: maybe its time to

DAVE: talk

DAVE: about... that

KARKAT: THAT???

DAVE: yeah, like

DAVE: how... when you say were friends

DAVE: what... does that mean

KARKAT: THAT WE’RE FRIENDS?

DAVE: yeah but

DAVE: is that it?

DAVE: just friends

KARKAT: OF COURSE NOT.

KARKAT: YOU’RE MY...........

KARKAT: B......

KARKAT: ......EST FRIEND.

DAVE: oh

DAVE: i see

DAVE: well

DAVE: ok then

KARKAT: D... DAVE?

DAVE: karkat

DAVE: i

DAVE: i think i

DAVE: wait

DAVE: fuck

KARKAT: WHAT’S WRONG?

KARKAT: DID I DO SOMETH—

DAVE: no

DAVE: i just cant

DAVE: shit

DAVE: it just feels like

DAVE: what the fuck is going on

DAVE: this feels really off

KARKAT: ????

DAVE: idk

DAVE: i just keep having thoughts i know id never think

KARKAT: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

DAVE: i have no idea

DAVE: im sorry

DAVE: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD AND JUST LET ME DO THIS MYSELF!!!

KARKAT: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAVE: dude

DAVE: come here...

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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Salt, Tequila, Lemon - Jason Todd x Reader

Please read this intro, thank you very much :

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Ok. So. Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Oh, right.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Got it. Licking the back of your hand to make the salt stick to it, you pour yourself a massive shot of “To-Kill-Ya” in your coffee mug, not even caring about the fact that there is still some remnant of your cappuccino from last night in it.

You focus on the sound the liquid makes as it fills your cup. Makes you think about something else. Good. Yup. This was totally gonna help right now.

“Cheers”, you exclaim to yourself, your empty apartment echoing your voice.

Salt.

Wincing. Stingy. Salt on its own is gross.

Tequila.

More wincing. Oh my god, it burns. The coffee that was still at the bottom of the cup is an oddly nice touch.

Lemon.

The last of the Wincing.

You spit the piece of lemon you just bit into in the trash and…miss. The yellow fruit falls with a little flat sound on the floor, and you honestly can’t bother to pick it up. Your apartment is a mess anyway, so you just stare at it angrily and pour yourself another drink.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

You gulp the last of the citrus and shiver. Miss the trash again.

Damn. This was good.

Well, actually, it was disgusting.

You didn’t like strong alcohol and what the Hell ?! Why did you leave a bit of coffee in your cup ? Now that the aftertaste was kicking in, it was actually really gross. If the tequila itself didn’t make you wanna throw up, the stale coffee taste nearly did. Oh, and the salt and lemon combination was as awful as ever.

You really didn’t like salt, tequila, or lemon.

But it was still good.

Because thanks to all this immediate awfulness, you could slowly feel yourself drift into “haze land”, and forget about your worries.

Forget that your boyfriend of two years just cheated on you with some random woman you worked with. Woman that, by the way, he met at the Christmas “end of the year” party from you work you invited him to…You gave him free champagne and mise-en-bouche and all your love, and he broke your heart.

It wasn’t your thing, to drink your sorrow away. And it wasn’t your thing either to wallow because of a man…But you genuinely thought he was “the one” (oh what a mistake you would soon realize that was).

He was always so nice, treating you like a princess. He complimented you daily, and never forgot an important date. He was affectionate, not to an annoying point. He was the perfectamount of affectionate. He was a gentleman and seemed to love you and yet, he betrayed you.

If a man like him, that was nothing short but sweet and passionate with you, cheated on you, then did that mean you couldn’t trust anyone ?

Because in your eyes right now, he was perfect. Albeit said eyes were slightly clouded by a a few tequila shots.

You were downing a fourth drink starting to slowly sob when…

There’s very few things that can get you out of a drunk state in seconds.

An extremely cold shower could do the trick, for instance. Brings you back to your senses a bit you know ? You wouldn’t magically be sober, but you’d get a clearer mind. Or someone giving you shocking news ! Or like, an event so incredible that your body just forgets how drunk it is for a minute.

And this event, for you, came at the perfect time.

Right when you were entering your “sad drunk” phase, which was between the “lol alcohol does NOTHING to me” phase where you downed most of your drinks, and the “dancing on the bar’s counter” phase (a few more drinks and you would have a one woman dance party in your living room, acting as if you were on a bar’s counter and that your name was suddenly “Britney”).

Right when you were about to wallow times a thousand, and cry, and yell “whyyyyyyy ?!” to the sky, arms in the air (drama queen).

Years later, looking back on that particular event, you’ll start to realize that Destiny HAS to exist. Because come on, it was just too perfect a timing to be a simple coincidence.

You were about to swallow up your fifth drink, launching yourself head first into the “sad phase” when an ear shattering noise rang all around your apartment.

Broken glass.

It was the sound of broken glass. Heightened to the max by your drunkness. You turned on your stool, and…there he was.

It was a guy. That you were sure of because he had no boobs and too much pecs. And that guy…well that guy just flew right through your window, destroying it. How rude.

There was glass everywhere.

How much did a window cost ? Probably a fortune.

You wondered briefly if you could just use aluminium foil and tape the shit up. There was nothing of value to steal in your apartment anyway, and if aluminium foil could keep meals warm, it definitely worked with a house too right ?

You sobered up quite a bit, but you were also very drunk when this event happened, so your mind was still in that cloudy weird phase where your priorities were…interesting.

You worried more about the broken window at first, than about that guy who just launched through it.

A guy.

Not just any guy.

You saw that guy before.

He was one of those night vigilante your crazy hometown was filled with…RED HOOD !!

“Thick thighs”, is the first thing you thought right after you recognized him (priorities).

The second thing you thought was that you needed another drink, and so you downed what was your fifth one, but with that crazy thing happening ended up being on the same level as if it was a second one. You were tipsy, but not “drunk” anymore.

The third thing that came to your mind was…Is he still alive ?

No cause, he was like, just laying there, on your living room’s floor, not moving.

“…Outch.”

Oh. He spoke.

So he ain’t dead. Good, means you can have another drink then, you don’t need a clear mind to call an ambulance or something.

Oddly enough, in your half-drunk half-sober state, this sounded completely reasonable. Nevermind if Red Hood had some internal bleeding or something. He talked. He was probably fine.

A minute passed, and you just sat there, sipping up your tequila in between taking a pinch of salt and biting into a piece of lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon. Great remedy against heartbreaks.

Wait, were you heartbroken ? Really ? You couldn’t really recall that fact now. But, yeah…it was the reason why you were drinking right ? Because right now, all you could think about was the fact that this Red hood guy had abs for days…

This unforeseen event sobered you up quite a bit, but the two shots you just took kinda brought you back to the same state than you were before.

Well. Not quite. You were drunk as hell again, but seemed to have avoided the “sad phase”. Instead, Red Hood bursting quite literally through your window took you to another road.

The : “Cool, I got a drinking buddy phase”. Well, taking for granted he didn’t have any internal bleeding and wouldn’t die while biting into a lemon wedge.

“Tough day ?”

You ask him, as he slowly sits up and shakes his head, trying to regain his senses. He looks towards you and seem surprised (or at least you think he is, because he wears a mask so…kinda hard to tell).

************

Jason definitely thought he was alone in this place, because no sane person would just sit there, not saying anything, as someone simply jumped through their window. Nope, most people would just freak out. Scream.

He knows, because it’s not the first time he falls through a window during a night on duty. And every single time it happened, people freaked out. Screamed. Threw stuffs at him, or hid away begging for their life to be spared.

And yet here you were, half a bottle of tequila in front of you, surrounded by lemon wedges you bit into, and table salt all over your hand, just staring at him curiously. And did you just say : “tough day” ?

Well, Jason guessed the empty half of the bottle was why you were so chilled about it all. He sat up, and slowly got back to his feet.

Usually, going through a window meant the end of the night for him. He’d go back to one of his secret stash, patch himself up and get some rest. Most of the time, he fell through windows because someone pushed him or threw him there…Though today, he just embarrassingly missed a step and fell by himself.

Of course, no one would ever now he tripped while jumping from one building to another (you lived on the last floor) and went careening into your home (and life). Nope, the official story would be that he fought a fierce enemy and was thrown into that window. Finding fake villains name was easy, given how truly ridiculous some could be.

Tim and Damian were still after the “Illusive Blue Man” that he totally made up that one time he walked into a poll and had a huge black eye that he couldn’t quite explain…Oh man, he had to stop telling such elaborate lies and just say “I fought with a few guys last night” without more explanation.

But he couldn’t help it. And those kids believed everything he said, it was too tempting…But for now, this wasn’t the issue. Nope.

He did a quick check of his body and knew he wasn’t really hurt (thanks “dad” for the amazing body armor ugh ?), so he was planning on leaving that poor girl’s house and send a mystery check in the mail to pay for the damage (money stolen from a certain Bruce Wayne of course, as if he would pay himself).

Yup. He was just gonna stand up, and go on his way and…somehow, he found himself sitting on the stool opposite side of this mysterious girl, and now she was peppering salt on his hand ?

“Salt”, she says, and she has a cute drunk voice. Jason almost forgets he just went through a window a few minutes ago.

“Tequila”, she continues, downing her drink and pointing at the one she poured him. He doesn’t even care the she poured it in a cereal bowl that she didn’t even seem to have clean…He drunk worst things in worst recipient. He turns away to take off his mask and so that she can’t see his face, and “bottom’s up”.

“Lemon !” she finishes, biting into the sour fruit and spitting it in the direction of the trashcan but missing completely. The lemon wedge goes to lost itself amongst his fallen brothers…

Jason bites into his own lemons, and spits it. Right into the garbage.

There’s a slight pause, where she just stares at the trashcan, and then at Jason, back to the trashcan, and then turns to him again and simply says :

“Wow.”

************

So. This was surreal.

Here you were. In your home. Taking tequila shots. With…Red Hood.

One of Gotham’s night vigilante. The most violent one. But the dude seemed chilled. He was holding his liquor really well.

And now you were talking about your broken heart, telling him the story as if he’d been your friend for years. And he was listening. Intently. And reacting to what you were saying. It had been a LONG time, since you had this kind of talk with anyone, and despite the fact you were drunk, you still noticed how nice it felt to have someone to talk to. Someone that genuinely listened.

“And then he slept with her !” you say angrily.

“Nooooooo !?!”

“Yes, he did ! He slept with…with…what was her name…”

“Nicole. From accounting.”

“Right, Nicole from accounting ! That bitch ! She always just…counts and shit ! And he slept with her ! Nicole from accounting ! Whom he met thanks to me, by the way ! At a partyyyy !! At my wooooork !!”

“What an ass.”

“Right ?! Oh but he had such a good ass though…Quite firm. But whenever he wore jeans, it was super flat.”

“So, not such a good ass in the end then ?”

“I guess not. You have a good ass. Popping right out in this outfit of yours.”

Red Hood chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes you forget that you just said something incredibly embarrassing. His voice is…nice. Deep. Manly. You like it. You wanna make him chuckle some more, so you say, hoping :

“And it looks very firm. Not just quite firm.”

It works. He snorts and it’s very cute. Oh wow. He can be sexy and cute. Full package. You smile a bit dreamily.

For a second, he’s lost in that smile of yours, and there’s a silence installing itself in the room. A comfortable one. That you break :

“Ok. So now, he’s not that perfect anymore ! He got no ass ! Penalty points ! I never notice how un-assed he was before…”

Jason smiles and damn. He’s hot.

Somewhere along the way, he stopped turning his face away from you whenever he took a shot, and just ended up taking his helmet off. He was probably hoping that you’d black out or something, so you wouldn’t remember his face (or he just didn’t care).

In any case, you were pretty sure you never saw him before. His face kinda reminded you of an old memory. Of someone you saw somewhere long ago, when you were a kid…Which wasn’t really a big help right ?

Right. You had no idea who he was. And in your drunken state, probably couldn’t piece anything together anyway. So even if you did know who he could be, you wouldn’t know in the end anyway…Makes perfect sense right ?

What you knew was : he’s hot.

This white streak in his hair did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And that jawline ? You would love to get cut on that bitch. It could actually cut a bitch, you were sure of it. Those blue eyes ? You’ve never seen someone with such blue eyes. And did you mention to yourself how muscular he was ? Because man you only saw guys like this in magazines !

But beyond his handsome features, he seemed like a nice guy. Like he was listening to you, a total stranger. And this realization suddenly raised your guard up.

You also thought that your ex-cheating-boyfriend was a nice guy. And come to think of it, who the hell just barge in someone’s home like that, and actually stay to drink tequila shots ?! Wait but…in your guts…it’s not like with your ex.

You don’t think he’s a nice guy. You know he is.

************

There’s a visible shift in your mood, after this realization. So far, you talked to him about your broken heart freely, and he listened.

Oddly enough, no words that came out of your (perfect) mouth bored him. Jason wasn’t sure wether it was the alcohol or not, but you captivated him.

But in a split second, and without him knowing why, your features changed. You were now frowning. Like an unhappy little kid. It was kinda cute, but he didn’t like it because…why were you frowning ?

He tries to lighten up the mood and says :

“Well here you go. See, you didn’t loose the perfect guy, his ass was flat in jeans. Can’t work with that, can you ? I bet we can find other flaws. Make you realize he actually was a looser.”

Your guard is up, but you can’t help but smile a bit, plus you were frowning just now because you realized you just knew you could trust that total stranger, and it was so weird….

Besides, no harm in indulging this, because you’re pretty sure it’ll make you feel better to try and see the bad side of your ex-boyfriend, not just his good ones. No one was perfect. And so, still a bit careful, you say :

“Well…He never got any of my Tv shows or movie references.”

“Well, here’s a point to take off of his “perfectness”. Doesn’t get pop culture references. Deal breaker.”

“Yeah…Yeah you’re right. It is. He also used to hate when I made jokes. I like puns ya know ? Terrible ones. Well, he was always embarrassed whenever I made them in public.”

“Ashamed of his girlfriend, doesn’t sound very gentlemanly, right ?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t. Maybe he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman…He also used to not want to go out with me if I didn’t wear any make-up and was dressed just casually.”

“What you mean, he never just went out with you ?”

“We only went out on dates. I had to dress up. I could be casual home though…”

“Well goodie, the man let you be yourself when you were home. Big deal. To be honest, sounds like a douchey move.”

“That was kinda douchey…I never cared what he looked like.”

And it’s true. For you, physical appearance wasn’t everything. And sure you thought your ex was hot and all, but only because you liked his personality too. You liked his jokes, you were never ashamed of anything he said.

And right now, sure that stranger that bursted through your window was hot, but the reason you felt like you could tell him things was because he just made you comfortable by his mere aura. Because he gave you such a good vibe.

You never were fully about appearances. It was always just a bonus for you…So it never occurred to you why your ex would only hang out in public with you if you were pampered. Like he used to hate when you just wore hoodies and no make-up, even if you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful.

Comes to think of it, he was very much about appearances…Uh. Interesting. You never realized that before.

You turn to Red Hood, and the look on your face says it all. You’re slowly realizing maybe you didn’t just lost “the one”. The vigilante says :

“Ok, so : no ass, no humor apparently, doesn’t get pop culture references, and was kind of a jerk when it came to going out with you…”

“He did tell me often that I was beautiful though. Including when I just woke up from a night out, and was awful looking.”

“Yeah, but he never went out with you looking like that. He shouldn’t feel ashamed of hanging out with you looking like that. Just like he shouldn’t feel embarrassed when you joke. He can be exasperated, like if you really make bad puns, sure. And he can think it’s unfunny…But embarrassed ? No.”

“I guess…I never thought about it.”

“Well let me tell you, as someone who does not know neither you nor him personally, he sounds like a bit of a jerk. Let’s not forget he cheated as well. Like, that’s not something good people do. Especially not with…Nicole from accounting.”

“Nicole from accounting…Yeah. They’re together now though.”

“So ? He should’ve broken up with you if he realized he liked her. That’s the right thing to do. Trust me on that, I put villains behind bars for a living, I know what’s right or wrong.”

“I heard you kill criminals.”

“Used to. I used to kill criminals, I had issues. I’ll tell you one day if you wanna. It’s a real tear jerker story. With clowns and crowbars. And I’m telling you that because I’m drunk, right now. Also, if we want to be specific, I don’t actually make a living out of putting villains behind bars. Like, I don’t get paid or anything…”

Jason finds himself ranting about anything that comes to his mind, and though he hears himself claim it’s because of the alcohol he’s saying all this, he realizes maybe there’s something else making him want to talk.

You. A total stranger he walked upon. Or rather, went-through-the-window upon. Who didn’t freak out when he went through said window. And instead, invited him over to have tequila shots.

Because, according to your grandmother, the best remedy to…basically any problems in life, was “salt, tequila, lemon”.

“She was a wise woman.”

He says, and you turn to him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

“Who ?”

“Your grandma. For saying that salt, tequila and lemon was a great remedy against heartbreaks and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She died before I was born.”

“Well what she passed on to your parents is great.”

“What ?”

“Well, that “salt, tequila and lemon” thing, I assume she said that to your mom or dad, and then they said that to you, and then it became your grandma’s advice. Right ?”

“…Nah. It’s an excuse I made up. Whenever I need to justify something, I just say “like my grandma said, ain’t no shame in eating an entire tub of ice cream if you want to”, and then people are just like “oh yeah, cool”, because when you say the word “grandma”, then it gives a perspective to your words ya know ?”

Jason had no idea what you were on about, but he loved it. You seemed to be very smart. And witty. And funny. The hell did that guy cheated on you for ? And why was he ashamed of going out in public with you when you weren’t dressed up ?!

You currently wore “Hello Kitty” pyjamas, had absolutely no make up on, and your hair was a mess, and he thought you looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so nice ?”

Your question takes him by surprise, and for a few seconds he doesn’t register it and just says : “ugh ?”

“To me. Why are you so nice to me ? Is it the alcohol ? Does it make you nice ? Or are you just nice to every stranger ? Every girl you destroy the windows of ? Or are you like my ex ? You seem nice, but then you go off and cheat on your girl simply because you like another girl and you’re too cowardly to break up with your current girl ?”

Jason hiccups slightly, and says :

“No, I’m not nice to any girl I met. I’m actually usually kind of a jerk, too “brutally honest”. But you…I don’t know. You give me good feelings. Oh and here’s to add on his flaws list. “Coward”. Can’t even break up with a girl, has to wait to get caught red-handed and break her heart. Cooooward. Bad flaw. Kind of guy who runs in the face of danger, instead of standing by you.”

It’s probably the fact that he said “you give me good feelings” that spurs this in you. That gives you a new clearer perspective on things.

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

It’s a shock, to you. This realization. This sudden feeling jumping in your face. You…are not heartbroken. You’re mad. You’re frustrated. You feel betrayed. You feel a crazy burning anger towards your ex for toying around with you like that. For not having the balls to just break up, after spending two years together.

He was suppose to know you. To be your friend. Things could have turned out better. He could have just come up to you, say the truth, and…You were pretty sure you’d still be friend. Because he really was a great guy.

He really was all the good thing you though about him. He made a mistake, an unforgivable one in your book. But he was a great guy.

He was just…not your great guy. Not anymore at least.

And you realized, there, quite drunk, that…It was ok.

Your heart wasn’t broken.

Your pride was. Your trust was. But your heart ? …Maybe you weren’t completely in love with him. You were best friends, yes, but love ? Maybe it wasn’t love…

Your heart wasn’t broken.

“My heart isn’t broken.”

You tell Red hood, looking at him right in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. And he looks right back at you, and just nods. Just like that. And then he pours you one last tequila shot.

Because like your grandma would say : “When you make great discovery about yourself…Salt, tequila, lemon”.

************

It took you only a few hours with him to realize that you weren’t in love with your ex, and that was kinda scary. Because this realization didn’t come from nowhere.

Nope.

But when he said that your ex broke your heart, you felt obligated to tell him that no. No your heart wasn’t broken. You were sad and angry, yes, but not heartbroken. For you, in that moment, it was important for this total stranger to know you weren’t actually in love.

Hell, you didn’t even know yourself you weren’t that in love before you talked to him. It just came as a sudden, yet utterly true revelation.

Because, and this wasn’t the alcohol speaking…You felt incredibly attracted to that guy. To Red Hood. Not just because of the white streak in his hair, and the eyes, and smile, and voice, and abs, and thick thighs. That too, sure, but not only…Nope.

Nope. Not because of this.

But because he had a tough day (he said so himself, explaining to you how he went through the window…he was fighting a super-villain when he got flung through your window, tough tough time ahem), and yet he sat with a crazy lady that peppered salt on his hand and practically forced him to take a tequila shot…

Because you could see in his eyes, and felt in your guts that he didn’t have an easy life…and yet he took a break from whatever he was doing to just sit with you and listen to you. He didn’t even make sense, that you trusted those feelings so fiercely. And yet, you did. Because he listened to you.

He saw you were struggling and he stayed. And though you felt you couldn’t trust anyone at that time…You oddly felt like he was ok.

Like he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat, or run in the face of danger, leaving you all alone to fight off demons.

In a few short hours, you fell for this guy more than you ever fell for your ex.

What did that say about you uh ? …That was pretty pathetic…

************

Jason didn’t think that you were pathetic at all.

On the contrary. If he went to seat with you, and drink with you, is because he was instantly mesmerized by you.

And though he didn’t know at first why, now he was sure of it.

It’s because you didn’t freak out. And something told him it wasn’t only because you were a bit drunk (he fell in drunk people’s home before…none reacted like you).

Nope. It was because you were special. He just knew it. Special in every way. Funny. Beautiful. Genuinely listening to him when he was speaking.

He peppered his own problems within your story, as you told him. And you listened. Hell, even referenced a few things he said early on, way later, while you were crazy drunk. You listened.

You gave a total stranger that seemed to have a tough day some salt. And tequila. And lemons.

And then you cared. You asked him a thousand times if he was ok, and he basically had to take off his armor to prove it so (to your eyes’ greatest pleasure…mm mm mm those muscles).

Captivated. He was captivated by you. It was strange, and though he knew it was because you were special, he still was unclear as to why his feelings were that strong.

For someone he just met. And barely knew. And only knew while drunk.

You were just…Special.

************

It was surreal. The all thing.

What started as a night where you planned on wallowing your pain and drinking…ended up changing your life.

And no one could convince you that it wasn’t Fate. Because what were the odds that Red Hood would fall through YOUR window after tripping (yeah you didn’t buy that “fighting super-villains thing” at all) ?

What were the odds of his timing being so perfect, arriving just before you started to cry ? Because there was no doubt in your mind that if he had come a few seconds later, he wouldn’t have stayed.

He would have found a crying mess, and maybe he would have tried to confort you but…You wouldn’t have answered. In your “sad phase”, you only cry and whine. He would have eventually left. And the wonderful talk you’d just have, would never have happened.

But instead. He came right before your lips touch that fatal shot of tequila that would have brought you into the “sad phase”. And took your drunkness down a notch. Rerouted your evening.

You weren’t wallowing anymore, you were ranting.

Sharing your anger and frustration.

And he helped you realize that your ex wasn’t that perfect…That maybe it was just not meant to be…After all, he cheated on you.

Uh. What a shame. You didn’t even know his name…”Red Hood”…

You wished you knew his name.

************

The morning lights were rising, and the bottle of tequila was long gone.

There were still salt and lemons though. For some reason, you decided to buy the entire grocery store’s stock of lemons.

Red Hood stood up, and said he had to go.

He was nice about it. Said it was a pleasure to have spend the night with you. You both laughed about the innuendos that ensued.

You were exactly on the same page. And he understood all your joke referencing to pop culture…

But it was time for him to go. And he apparently had no intention of telling you his real name. He didn’t hint either at ever coming back to see you again.

And there was that. Just a nice night, spend talking to a genuine friend that you’ll never see again.

A genuine friend that you didn’t even know a few hours before.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe not.

And even if you ended up never seeing him again, this evening truly changed your life…At least, it saved you from a heartbreak. Made you realize it wasn’t that.

Though, now, as he climbs out of the window again (he couldn’t possibly use the front door), you feel like the actual heartbreak is starting.

Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Right.

Salt, tequila, lemon…

But the tequila is all gone.

“I’ll send someone to fix that window…Sorry again about that. …Bye.” are his last words, and then he’s out.

And the tequila is all gone.

************

…

Days pass by in a blur.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Ugh. But you don’t want to this time. You don’t want to get drunk to forget.

You don’t want to forget him. And you know it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over a guy you met one night and that will never come back. That you didn’t even know the name of.

This entire night was weird anyway.

Getting drunk with a dangerous night vigilante. Pouring your heart out to him, and him doing the same. The hell were you even thinking ?

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

That would be a good idea to do this right now, because man…your heart hurt. More than when you discovered your ex sleeping with Nicole. From accounting. But you can’t resolve yourself to drink. To forget. Nope. Instead you…

*Knock knock knock*.

Uh ? You take a quick look at your clock in the kitchen.10 pm. Who the hell is coming at 10 pm ?! It can only be bad news. Especially in Gotham…You peep into the eyehole and…

WHAT ?!

You open your door quickly, and…

“Told you I’d send someone to fix your window.”

It’s him. It’s Red hood. But in…civilian clothes.

His ass doesn’t look flat in jeans.

He’s holding a window wrapped in cardboard, and there’s a toolbox at his feet.

“Yeah, you did…come in.”

************

Jason Todd.

That’s his name. And connections are fast to be made in your brain. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. That supposedly died…ten years ago.

And is Red Hood now. Oh. It makes sense. Even his little “killing criminals” thing while Batman never killed. You easily put two and two together.

Red Hood. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne.

Wow. Can’t believe you never guessed that before. Of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. He’s got the motive, the means, the excuses…It’s so obvious. And yet, you never realized. And no one else in Gotham ever realized.

Jason Todd.

Now you know his name.

And he’s fixing your window. Nobody ever fixed windows for you before (even those who broke it).

Um. To add to the “perfect man” list : “Handy”.

Jason Todd.

He quickly works the window up, and then he turns to you. While he was working you talked, as if you knew each other for years. Joking around. Like old friends. Like old extremely good and close friends.

It fits. It clicks. It’s natural. You and him, him and you.

Barely knowing each others, and yet knowing each others the best.

Jason. Todd.

He turns to you now, and with a smirk, he says :

“Ya know, my grandma always say that when something good happens to you, you need to celebrate. And I feel like this, right now, you and I, though I have no idea what we’re doing and where it’s going…Well it’s still something to celebrate. And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”

You smile.

Yeah. You don’t know where this thing between you two is going, but you do know that you never met someone who so fully understood you.

And in such a short span of time. And you know you’re not mistaking. It’s a feeling too strong to be a mistake.

He came back to fix your window for god’s sake. And trusted you enough to tell you his actual name. Without a second thought. Which meant everything. Especially since from all the hint he let slip through last time you saw each others, about his father, well…let’s just say telling people his real name wasn’t really something he was used to.

But it just works. It fits. It clicks. It’s not like with your ex, because you don’t think you know it does. It just does. The fact that you say those next few words in perfect sync finishes to convince you :

(“…And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”)

“Salt, tequila, and lemons.”

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abiik · 4 years

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do's and dont's of intergalatic space travel by zoe huang.

do's:

do drink. a lot. it helps with the space time changes because then they just dont exist even more than they already dont exist. because time DOESNT exist. :)

do buy new clothes. these ones smell like the old place. i can still smell the incense. if helps liven up the place.

do buy food. space food. i. uh i dont even know what this is supposed to be anymore. ugh i miss keme's cooking.

do buy CLEANING supplies. why did i not put that at the top of the list? oh. right. because. mhm yeah. alcohol is a cleaning product right? i can just – [the distinct sound of liquid spattering] EUGH THE NASTY SPACE FRUIT GOT BETWEEN MY TOES–

i bought cleaning supplies. do, ALSO, buy bathing supplies. space bleach and shit is WORSE for your skin or so i was told. that seller looked like he wanted me to experiment. dont do that.

do buy a good pillow. youxiong pillows are the worst. not a flat pillow in SIGHT. good thing the market sells some. hmm. doesnt matter about the mattress as long as you've got a good pillow, no crick in your neck.

do let the kids in the market pick pocket you. what do you need the money for when you've got a job and they dont? they're just kids. they're just.... they're just kids.

do beat the shit out of the fuckers in the bars. that's why you bought – oh shit.

DO BUY FIRST AID STUFF!!! BUY IT FIRST BUY THAT SHIT RIGHT AFTER YOU BUY THE DRINKS. DRINKS THEN FIRST AID THEN FOOD!!!

do buy your own tools to take care of your ship. costs less money. more time, less money. i'm not going anywhere anyway.

stay away from the guilds. you're free right here, to do whatever you want. dont take any of their offers, no matter how much money it gives you. it's not worth being tied to manipulative assholes.

keep drinking. it'll keep the memories away. :)

dont's:

don't think about home.

don't eat that gross lil thing in the fridge. also. you should throw that out. get a hazmat suit first before you touch it though.

don't dream. the drinking helps. keep drinking. and fighting. getting knocked unconscious helps too. concussions are the worlds best medicine [clink clink]

don't buy anymore loquats in the market. they dont survive on the ship. why do you keep buying them? you prefer oranges.

don't sleep in your pilot's chair. it hurts your neck and you keep bumping the console when you put your feet on the dash like that. you're trying to forget, remember? watching those logs don't help.

don't forget his birthday. you have an earth clock too you know, there's no excuse.

don't fall asleep at the bar again. don't almost kill the barkeep cause they wanted to check on you and send you to your ship. it's best if you drink in your ship from now on.

DON'T steal a sniper's kill if you dont wanna be chased across town by them and their gang.

don't befriend said sniper who almost killed you.

don't let them steal your bed and occupy your ship. DONT let the big one EAT THE NASTY MUSH LOQUAT IN THE FRIDGE, THAT'S YOUR ONLY FRIEND!!

don't tell them that though. they'll think you're crazy. they probably already do. that's okay. it doesnt matter. BECAUSE THEY WONT BE STAYING.

don't let zoe live alone in this shell of a ship.

don't let her keep drinking herself to death.

don't let her forget.

#h talks.#h writes.#oc: zoe huang #space cowboy arc #FOR JO #jo #matisa #BC THE ASK WAS GONNA GET LONG AND ALSO I WAS LIKE HMM WHAT IF. I JUST TURNED THIS INTO IT'S OWN POST???#FOR ZOE DAY #sorry if this is... CORNY #think of this as like. an audio log #done by zoe #for the most part #:))))#there are many more do's and dont's to intergalactic space travel but this was what i could come up w on the fly #and i like it where it's at :)#tw alcoholism

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arysafics · 5 years

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Hungry

Summary: Clarke isn't really interested in having a dick shoved down her throat until Raven tells her all about their boss's huge dick.

Prompt: clarke and raven at the bar, and raven is just telling her how she enjoys it when her boyfriend shaw fucks her face and how it makes her gag and shit. and clarke is just like "im so glad im also attracted to girls. i dont see the whole appeal of having a dick in your mouth so big you cry like i use this thing to breath" and ofc the bartender bellamy there who she sees every week is gonna try and prove her wrong and clarke actually finds out shes what the kids call a size queen or something? bonus if he grabs her hair roughly, or chokes her a little

Rated E, ~4.2k

Clarke had tried to persuade Raven to go to a different bar tonight. It’s her night off, she doesn’t want to hang around work when there are so many other bars they can go to, where her boss won’t be there to see her trying to pick up. But Raven had persuaded her by pointing out that Bellamy will likely give them free drinks, or at the very least, a discount, since they work for him. And being a struggling artist during the day, Clarke jumps at the words free and discount.

Which is how they end up sitting at the bar at Augustus’. Bellamy evidently has a thing for Roman history.

“Here on your night off?” he grins as he greets them. “Just can’t stay away, can you?” His flirtation is directed at Raven of course. The two of them are always flirting, despite the fact that Raven has a boyfriend. She claims Shaw doesn’t care who she flirts with, as long as she’s only sleeping with him.

“Because you’re going to give us half price cocktails, right?” Raven hints.

Bellamy gives her an unimpressed look. “You can have one cocktail each, on the house. After that you can pay for them, or you can drink half price beer.”

“We’ll have two Orgasms,” Raven says. “And two cocktails as well,” she says cheekily. Bellamy glances at Clarke and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ve actually got just the thing for you,” Bellamy says to Raven. “Clarke? What’ll it be?”

“I’ll just have a Cosmo.”

“Coming right up,” he pats the bar then goes off to make their cocktails.

“Okay,” Raven says, turning on her stool to survey the moderately crowded bar. “Let’s see who you can go home with tonight.”

“I’m capable of doing that myself, thank you,” Clarke says.

“Yeah, but I have a boyfriend and I have to live vicariously through you.”

“Aren’t you like—in love with Shaw?”

“Sure I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss dating sometimes,” Raven says. She turns back to Clarke. “Although, you know, the sex just keeps getting better and better the longer we’re together. It’s like he’s making me realise I’m into things I never thought I would be into.”

“Like what?” Clarke asks, although she’s wondering if she should have waited until she had some alcohol in her to ask. Raven already shares way more of her sex life with Clarke than Clarke cares to know.

“You know how I told you Shaw has a really big dick?” Raven says, not bothering to lower her voice at all.

“I remember.”

“Okay, well sometimes he just like—fucks my face. Like just shoves his dick down my throat and makes me gag and choke on it. It’s so hot.”

“You like that?” Clarke snorts. “God, I don’t even like sucking dick at the best of times, let alone having one shoved down my throat. This is why I prefer going down on women.”

“Come on,” Raven says, trying to coax a different response out of her. “You don’t find it a little bit hot?”

“No. Gross,” Clarke screws up her nose. “How are you even supposed to breathe? I just don’t see the appeal of having a dick in your mouth so big you cry.”

“Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it,” comes Bellamy’s voice.

Clarke whips her head around, her face growing hot. Of all the things for him to overhear.

“Have you tried it?” she quips, despite her embarrassment.

“Giving or receiving?” he grins. Clarke already regrets asking. Bellamy doesn’t seem to be embarrassed in the slightest, while Clarke’s face is already three shades redder. Why does she have to have a crush on her boss? It’s the worst. He winks at her, and her stomach goes all mushy.

“You might like it,” he says, his voice dropping low. Clarke’s breath hitches. Is he offering?

“You have no idea what I like.”

Bellamy tilts his head, as if to say maybe, maybe not. He places two cocktails on the bar, a pink one and an orange one. “A Cosmo and my new invention, the Raven Reyes.”

“You made me my own cocktail?” Raven says, delighted. Bellamy laughs. “What’s in it?”

“Vodka, mostly,” he says, still grinning. Clarke pouts, taking a sullen sip of her cocktail.

“Relax, Princess,” Bellamy says, noticing her displeasure. “I’m inventing one for you too. And then we’ll see if I know what you like or not.”

He winks at her again, then he wanders off to serve someone else, leaving Clarke staring after him, open mouthed.

“Is he allowed to say that to me?” Clarke asks Raven.

“As if you didn’t love it,” Raven snorts. She takes a sip of her cocktail. “You should try it,” she says.

“It just looks like a regular Screwdriver to me.”

“There’s definitely something else in here,” Raven says, studying the glass like it will tell her the secret ingredient. “But that’s not what I was talking about. You should try having your face fucked by a huge dick.”

Clarke rolls her eyes. “Even if I did want to do that, what am I supposed to do, just stand up on this barstool and ask the room who has the biggest dick?”

“Just ask Bellamy.”

“Does he make all his patrons show him their dicks? Is that a new policy?”

“No, I mean, he has a huge dick. Bigger than Shaw’s even.”

Clarke almost chokes on her Cosmo. “How do you even know that?”

“I fucked him like… a week after I was hired.”

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

Raven shrugs and takes a sip of her not-Screwdriver. “I didn’t want you to be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Clarke sputters. “Why would I be jealous?”

Raven raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Please, Clarke, your crush on him is so obvious. So why don’t you just go over there and tell him you want his dick in your mouth? We’ll all be happier for it.”

Clarke looks over to where he’s flirting with another patron. “He’s not interested in me,” Clarke mutters.

“But you do want his dick in your mouth?”

“No,” Clarke says. Except, she would totally suck his dick if he wanted her to. Even if it’s as big as Raven says. She feels a throb between her legs, and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, telling herself she’s not turned on by the thought of having his huge cock in her mouth.

“Whatever you say, Clarke,” Raven snorts. She turns back around to survey the room. “We’ll find you someone with a small dick, shall we? Or no dick? Wouldn’t want to get you out of your comfort zone.”

Despite Raven’s best efforts at finding a target for Clarke to go home with, Clarke ends up going home alone. She feels too awkward trying to hit on someone when Bellamy is right there. Not that she thinks he’s watching her or anything, or paying even the slightest bit of attention to her. But he’s her boss and it would be weird. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that she has a crush on him.

She clambers into bed, still half drunk, and switches the lamp off. She’ll probably scroll through social media for a while before she goes to sleep. She gets a text from Raven, that at a glance reads: Look what I found. You’re welcome.

Clarke opens it, then sits bolt upright, her heart pounding, when she sees the picture attached. Bellamy’s cock. She knows it has to be his, even though his face isn’t in the picture. But it’s his skin tone, and his hair colour, and covered in freckles, just like his face. And it’s fucking huge. Clarke almost whimpers out loud at the sight of it, and she can feel her panties getting damp. Which doesn’t make any sense, because Clarke doesn’t even like big dicks. She’s pretty sure.

Another text from Raven comes through informing her, in case she hadn’t already figured it out, that is, in fact, Bellamy. Clarke doesn’t respond. She stares at the picture for a hell of a lot longer than is probably healthy before she puts her phone down. The image is burned into her mind now anyway. How is she supposed to sleep after seeing that?

She lies there, cunt throbbing, willing herself to think of anything else. She slips her hand under the covers, pausing at the waistband of her pyjamas, before sliding underneath and pressing her fingers into her slit. God, she’s wet. So fucking wet. She pulls her fingers away hastily, curling her hand into a fist. She’s never masturbated to the thought of him before, and she’s not going to start now. It’s not because she’s never wanted to. But she’s sure if she did, he’d somehow know. Which is ridiculous, but she still can’t take that risk.

So she keeps her arms on top of the covers, but she still thinks about his cock inside her until she falls asleep.

She hurries in to the bar the following night, dressed in black jeans and a low-cut tank top. The more cleavage she shows, the more tips she gets.

“I’m not late!” she yells at Bellamy as she passes, heading out the back to the staff area. She throws her bag down, scoops her hair on top of her head and ties it there, making peace with the fact that she’ll have to put up with the strands that fall out.

It’s busy already when she gets back out and takes her place behind the bar, and the first couple of hours go quickly. She barely says two words to Bellamy. She does, however, find herself constantly distracted by him, and she keeps glancing at his crotch. Not that anything is visible in his dark jeans. But she knows what’s under there now, and she can’t stop thinking about it.

He touches her a few times, as he passes behind her, or reaches in front of her, and each time her heart stops for a moment. Is it possible her crush got even more unbearable overnight?

Eventually the night winds down, and they kick the stragglers out in the early morning so they can close up. Clarke stacks glasses while she watches Bellamy wipe down the bar, her eyes following every movement of his muscled arms. She’s never been more aware that it’s just the two of them, alone in an empty bar. She should feel exhausted after that shift, but she’s never felt more awake.

They clean up in silence, which isn’t totally unusual, but it’s not exactly usual either. She’s not sure if it’s a they’re both tired and want to go home kind of silence, or a I’ve been thinking about your cock for the last twenty-four hours and I don’t know how to talk to you kind of silence.

“All done?” Bellamy eventually asks, snapping Clarke out of her little fantasy in which he pushes her down onto her knees right here in front of him and shoves his cock into her mouth.

“Um, yes,” Clarke says, her cheeks heating up.

“You ready to try something new?”

“What?” Clarke says. Her heart is thrumming in her chest and her mouth has gone dry. Surely he can’t mean—?

“Remember what I said last night?” Clarke nods slowly. She remembers all too well. She hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since. “Don’t you want to try it?”

Clarke stares at him. She can hardly believe he’s asking, or that he’s being so casual about it. Especially after how she responded to him yesterday. Does he know she’s been thinking about his cock all night? Maybe he caught her constantly looking at his crotch.

“Okay,” she whispers hoarsely.

“Okay, just give me a second—close your eyes,” he says. Clarke’s eyes flutter shut. She has no idea what’s happening, but she’s all too happy to let him take the lead. Her cunt throbs. She can’t believe how much she wants this.

She fidgets nervously. She can hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She can only be glad he’s not making fun of her for her quick change of heart. She had been so adamant last night, and all it took was a picture of his cock to get her to change her mind.

“Okay,” Bellamy says. He’s standing right in front of her. She can practically feel him, though he’s not touching her at all. “Open your mouth.”

Fuck, she’s so nervous. “Shouldn’t I be on my knees for this?” she asks. She hardly recognises the sound of her own voice, it’s so weak and desperate.

“On your knees?”

Clarke opens her eyes. Bellamy is standing there in front of her, holding a pink cocktail in a martini glass, a little paper straw pointed towards her. Oh.

“Oh my god,” Clarke whispers. Her gut drops. He meant the fucking cocktail. Because of course he did. “Um, thanks,” she says, taking the cocktail from him. Her face is hot as hell, and she’s pretty sure she’s never been more embarrassed in her life. There’s no way she can sweep that on her knees comment under the rug, right?

Clarke downs half the cocktail quickly. It tastes amazing. Like peach, mostly. She’s sure she’d enjoy it more if she wasn’t feeling like the biggest fool on the planet.

“Clarke—did you think I meant—”

She can’t look at him. “It doesn’t matter,” she says quickly, shoving the half full glass back into his hands. “I’m an idiot. The cocktail is very nice, thanks.”

“Guess I do know what you like, huh?” Clarke wants to die. “Clarke, look at me,” Bellamy says firmly. His deep voice is so fierce and commanding, she can do nothing but obey. He’s not laughing at her. He doesn’t look offended or disgusted. His pupils are blown wide, mirroring her own, Clarke is sure.

Bellamy puts the glass down on the bench beside him. He folds his arms and Clarke watches his muscles tense. God, everything he does is so sexy.

“Bellamy—” she starts, though she has no idea where she’s going.

“Get on your knees,” he says. Clarke feels a thrill go through her. She bites her lip, searching Bellamy’s eyes to make sure he’s serious. He stares her down.

Clarke swallows, then slowly sinks to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. He steps forward and pulls the tie from her hair so it cascades around her shoulders.

“What do you want, Clarke?”

“I want your cock in my mouth.” God, she wants it so bad. “Please.”

Bellamy’s hands move to his belt, and Clarke watches as he undoes it, mesmerised by his big hands. She should’ve known his cock was huge just from looking at his enormous hands. He undoes his fly and drops his pants. Clarke’s heart speeds up with every movement. She can see the outline of his erection in his boxers.

She looks up at his face again.

“You can take them off,” he tells her.

Clarke tries not to look too eager as she turns her attention to his crotch again. She edges his boxers down, revealing his cock. The picture really didn’t do it justice. It’s so much bigger in real life, so much bigger than she could comprehend from the picture. It’s all freckled and veiny, and hard, just for her.

“Open your mouth,” he commands her for the second time tonight. Clarke drops her jaw for him. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart.”

Bellamy threads his fingers into her hair, then fists it into his hand, tugging her head back roughly. She gasps, making her mouth open wider, and then the head of his cock on her tongue, invading her mouth.

He tastes a little of sweat and a little of salt, but nothing overpowering. And anyway, the taste of him is irrelevant compared to how he fills her mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bellamy says as he pushes his cock further into her mouth, still holding onto her hair. “Knew you would. Knew you’d love having my huge cock in your mouth. You’re a closet size queen, aren’t you? And maybe a closet submissive too?”

Clarke flushes, but she can’t answer with his cock filling her mouth so completely. He holds her head in place so she can’t move.

“You look so pretty like this, Clarke. On your knees, your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock. So greedy for it. You want to choke on it, don’t you? Want me to fuck your face, take me so far down your throat you can’t breathe.”

Clarke whimpers, the growing need between her legs telling her he’s right. She hums against his cock, letting him know that’s exactly what she wants. His cock hits the back of her throat and she gags.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Bellamy says, pulling back slightly. Clarke feels a swell of shame that she’s disappointed him. There’s still so much of him left, and she’s eager to have his whole cock inside her. She has this desperate need to please him, to show him she can take it all, that she can be good for him.

“Let’s try again,” Bellamy says. This time when Bellamy reaches the back of her throat, Clarke manages to stifle her gag reflex. “Good girl,” Bellamy whispers, shoving the rest of his cock down her throat, pushing her face against his crotch, his pubic hair tickling her nose.

Clarke’s throat protests the invasion, wants to close up, dislodge the intruder. The rest of her body welcomes him, feels proud that she can take all of him. Her pussy aches, desperate for something inside it. Tears form in her eyes as he holds her there, and she chokes a little. It’s too much. She can’t breathe. She’s going to die from choking on his cock. But what a way to go, right?

He releases her, saliva dripping from her mouth as he pulls his cock out. She wipes her mouth, face flaming as she looks up at him. As overwhelming as it was to have his cock in her throat, she misses it now that it’s gone.

“Don’t worry, I’m still going to fuck your face,” Bellamy tells her. “Just giving you a little break.”

“Okay,” Clarke says.

“How’d that feel, huh? Having my cock shoved down your throat? You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Clarke nods.

Bellamy considers her for a moment. “How about your take your clothes off? Think I want to see you nice and naked for me.”

Clarke nods. She can feel his eyes on her as she pulls her tank top over her head, then unclips her bra, revealing her breasts to him. Then she unbuttons her jeans with shaky hands. She goes to get to her feet so she can pull them off, but Bellamy puts his hand on her head to hold her down.

“No,” he says. “You’ll stay on your knees until I’m done with you.”

Clarke nods, then pulls her jeans and panties down as far as she can. God, she feels dirty. She’s essentially naked on the sticky floor of her place of employment, her boss’s cock inches from her face. This is so not the kind of girl she is.

Bellamy looks down at her, and she flushes under his appraising gaze. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he says, almost as if he’s annoyed about it. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I hired you.” He strokes his cock as he talks and Clarke eyes it, her mouth watering.

“You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?” Bellamy whispers. “Desperate for my cock.”

Clarke nods. “Please,” she whimpers. “Use my mouth. I want you to. I need it.”

Bellamy fists his hands into her hair, and she opens her mouth wide. He doesn’t take it slow this time. He shoves his cock into her mouth as far as it can go, lodging himself in her throat, showing her exactly who she belongs to and what she’s good for.

He pulls back slightly, but it’s only so he can thrust in again, and then he’s fucking her face in earnest, his hands tight in her hair, his balls slapping against her chin obscenely. Clarke can hardly breathe, and tears stream from her eyes, as he thrusts against her face, assaulting her mouth as if she’s just a hole to be used.

It’s overwhelming, degrading, and a little painful. But, god, she loves it. Her cunt pounds. She wants to slip her fingers between her legs and finger herself. The sounds he’s making, the grunts, the groans, let her know just how much he likes it too.

“Fuck, Clarke,” her swears. “Feels so good. Bet you’re desperate for something in your pussy, too, aren’t you? Bet you’re wet as hell.”

She makes an attempt at an answer, but all that comes out is a muffled moan as he continues to fuck her face.

“Touch yourself, Clarke,” Bellamy says, panting. “Want you to feel as good as I feel.”

Clarke doesn’t hesitate, her hand dropping between her legs, straight to her clit. She’s in no state to tease herself and take it slow, and she rubs her clit with the same vigour of Bellamy’s forceful thrusts.

“I’m gonna come, Clarke,” Bellamy groans. “Gonna come in your mouth, just like you want.”

She whimpers at that, obsessed with the thought of his come on her tongue, filling her mouth. It should disgust her, right? Why doesn’t any of this disgust her?

He grabs her hair harder as he comes, tugging it roughly as he spills into her mouth. Clarke lets his come fill her mouth, still fingering herself, almost there. She speeds up her motions, desperate now, and then her orgasm hits her, just as Bellamy finishes.

Clarke gasps, and come spills out of her mouth, dripping over her bottom lip and chin. She swallows the rest as Bellamy pulls out of her mouth and she rides out her orgasm. She collapses onto her thighs, breathing heavy, the taste of come in her mouth, her face all sticky with it.

She looks up at Bellamy, feeling dirty and a little embarrassed, but satisfied. Bellamy grabs a handful of napkins from the bar and hands them to her.

“You okay?” he asks her. Clarke nods, taking the napkins and wiping her face. Bellamy grabs some napkins of his own to clean up his dick.

“I’m a little—surprised at myself,” she admits.

“I gotta say, I’m a little surprised myself,” Bellamy grins. “You changed your mind pretty quickly.”

“Um,” Clarke says, blushing. She watches him as he pulls his boxers back up, and then his pants. Clarke is aware that she’s still naked on the floor, but part of her wants him to tell her what to do still. So she waits for his permission to get dressed. “Raven sent me a picture of your dick. That’s what made me change my mind.”

Bellamy laughs. “That impressive, was it?” He looks her up and down, then seems to realise she’s waiting for him to tell her she can get dressed. “You can put your clothes back on,” he says.

Clarke is silent as she dresses, Bellamy’s eyes on her the whole time. He holds out a hand to help her to her feet.

“You did like it, didn’t you?” Bellamy asks, searching her eyes. “You didn’t just—do it because I’m your boss or something?”

Clarke shakes her head. “I wanted it,” she confesses. She doesn’t know how she’s going to fuck anybody else after that. After knowing what his cock looks like, what it tastes like. All she wants is to know what it feels like in her cunt. She’s going to have to buy herself a bigger dildo. “Is it going to be weird now?” Clarke whispers. “Working together, now that we’ve done that?”

Bellamy shakes his head. He surprises her then by reaching forward and taking her hand. So gentle after the way he used her mouth only minutes earlier. She looks down to where their hands meet, her heart racing.

“Listen, I know that was a lot,” Bellamy says. “And definitely not a romantic start for us,” he grins. “But would you want to maybe date me?”

“Date you?”

Bellamy nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I like you a lot. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I never said anything because you work for me. But I feel like that line might have already been crossed now.”

Clarke ducks her head, smiling. She can still taste his come. “You’re probably right.”

“So what do you say? If you say no, I promise I won’t be weird about it and I’ll just go back to being your annoying boss.”

“You’re not annoying,” Clarke tells him. “And yes. I want to date you.”

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #mine

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poopycrumbs · 4 years

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game ★~(•◡•✿) 50 questions you’ve never been asked before

tagged by my online best friend @thickania, who deserves the world. thanks boo.

what colour is your hair brush?

lmao i dont have one im sorry does a comb count 😂

are you typically too warm or too cold?

too warm, which sucks because im always sweaty

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

fanfiction

what is your favorite candy bar?

umm excuse me all candy bars are my FAVOURITE i couldn't possibly pick one!!

lol just kidding i really love this tiny chocolate bar that's coocnute flavoured. idk the name but it tastes like jesus wrapped in sugar. it's my religion.

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

nay

what is the last thing you said out loud?

i honestly don't know I'm the type of person who speaks to much

what is your favorite ice cream?

vanilla. that is the only acceptable answer.

what was the last thing you had to drink?

milkshake

do you like your wallet?

uhhh yES IT'S A TINY BEAT UP CAT PURSE AND IF YOU POKE IT THE PURSE DEFLATES BEFORE PUFFING UP AGAIN. NEVER MIND THE FACT THAT IT'S ALWAYS EMPTY I LOVE IT SO MUCH LIKE YOU WON'T BELIEVE

what was the last thing you ate?

pizza

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

in this quarantine??? 😂😂😂

the last sporting event you watched?

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

the regular buttery ones u see in movie theaters they smell so gooood

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

a friend greeting her a happy birthday

ever go camping?

once, during a school event. i was so excited because i never got to assemble or use a tent before. it was a goddamn disappointment. 3/10 would not recommend.

do you go to church every Sunday?

nah im atheist. my parents arent aware tho and when we're available we attend mass. im just grateful my parents are always busy so we rarely go outside for church.

do you have a tan?

idk u tell me im an asian kid

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

i like pizza but chinese food is just nnnnnngh

do you drink your soda with a straw?

nay

what color socks do you usually wear?

white because that's the only acceptable colour for my school. OUTSIDE school however i sometimes wear socks that have marvel designs on them. my favourite is the one with the spider-man theme because peter parker is a personal hero of mine and i love him so much.

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i dont drive

what terrifies you?

getting humiliated, actual warfare or violence, not passing my college entrance exams, being left alone, not getting ti see the gintama movie in 2021, my family dying

look to your left, what do you see?

my pillows

what chore do you hate?

laundry like fuck no

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

P L A T Y P U S and the british

what’s your favorite soda

coke

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

fast food place

who’s the last person you talked to?

my dad. but i dont really have a lot to choose from when your other options include your mom and your sisters

favorite cut of beef?

what language is this

last song you listened to?

enchanted by taylor swift

last book you read?

turtles all the way down by john green

favorite day of the week?

generally friday or saturday

can you say the alphabet backwards?

why

how do you like your coffee?

with lots of sugar because im gross like that

favorite pair of shoes?

i dont have one. i prefer wearing slippers i goddamn hate shoes. in fact, im the type of degenerate who wears her slippers with SOCKS on!!!

the time you normally go to sleep?

EARLY MORNING USUALLY AROUND 3 OR 4 AM AHAHAHAHAHA WHAT EVEN IS SLEEP ANYWAYS

the time you normally get up?

9 or 10 am

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunrise

how many blankets on your bed?

blankets are for the weak

describe you kitchen plates

all of our glass plates are locked in this big cabinet because my older sister is clusmy as hell and after her 249th broken plate my family figured we should switch to plastic ones

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

i have never drank alcohol before and i dont want to

do you play cards?

what cards?? yu gi oh cards?? lol just kidding but no, i dont rlly play much

what color is your car?

i personally dont own a car

can you change a tire?

nay

favorite job you’ve ever had?

doing my dad's schedule. it's low effort and easy money.

how did you get your biggest scar?

my "biggest" scar is this tiny little thing near my eyebrow and i got it from swinging a bit too hard at the playground

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

I WATCHED PLATYPUS VIDEOS WITH MY LITTLE SISTER WE LOVE PLATYPUSES SO MUCH THEY ARE ADORABLE AND AN INSPIRATION

tagging @verdandi-storm, who is kind, and @eskeizee and @crimsonjefferson, who are my irl friends

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jcmorgenstern · 6 years

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Same anon that asked for the headcanons that btw is the same anon asking for Jon’s virginity: My god I love your headcanons and yes I would fully enjoy more if you have the time. 💕

omg I still haven’t finished all the virginity asks ghakfjghg I hope those weren’t yours. also fair warning these will probably veer dangerously into Woobifying Territory because im that person and im gross.

Jonathan sleeps with approximately 4,792 blankets and finds the heat and weight comforting. He will absolutely turn up the AC to do so. Does that apartment have AC? It does now.

Has no concept of what amount of food is gross to eat, so will often sit on the couch and demolish an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting without feeling sick.

Val probably had a lot of physiology textbooks lying around the cabin due to his extremely unscientific “experiments” so uhh that’s where he got his sex ed. it’s just as bad as it sounds. From personal experience i can say physiology books are pretty terrifying.

He really hated Siberia because of how cold it was (as Sebastian you’ll notice he wears three or more layers even inside. dat bitch COLD). Edom probably has snow in some areas but Asmodeus and Lilith seem to live in an arid region.

God I actually have a really weird headcanon about how the courts of Edom work. So all the kids of the greater demons are considered princes of hell, but it’s a complex and fiercely competitive hierarchy for which child is most favored by their parent at the time and most in favor in the court overall. By virtue of being Lilith’s Only Miracle Half Angel Boy, Jonathan was not super popular with the other princes (I guess prince is a gender neutral term here??). Asmodeus’ kids are probably the best overall but like…..super Horny, Azazel’s kids fucking SUCK, Abbadon’s kids are all super depressed and torture people for fun, etc.

Enter: blonde kid with a bowl cut. It’s like fucking high school. it’s like percy jackson but in hell. it is literally and actually hell.

The courts of edom also occasionally get obsessed with human fads so sometimes it’s just like. 1800s Versailles! Ancient Greece! Lilith is constantly complaining Asmodeus won’t do Sumerian priestess and priest with her.

Most of the time in Edom after he learned to shapeshift Jonathan used the last self-image he remembered, which was him at ten. Lilith definitely thought he was cutest that way, though she was always kind of wistful he hadn’t turned out as an enormous dragon. Too chubby. Not enough claws. Definitely no fangs. Bit of a late bloomer with the wings.

Jonathan, as evidenced by the outfits he’s put together for 3b so far, has no ability to color coordinate at all. He may be slightly color blind. It’s tragic and still does not explain that scarf.

He killed a McDonald’s employee once for shortchanging him on fries. Not really the high point of self-control. Makes Rick and Morty fans look good and sane. He got a free drink refill out of it, though.

OH GOD how can I forget?? Ok so if vampires drinking angel blood confers resistance to sunlight, I’ve always wondered what drinking Jonathan’s blood would do. in the books Simon describes it as tasting like battery acid, but the vampires in COLS seem to drink it just fine. My personal onion is that it confers resistance to fire. Oh, the irony.

He did a shot of holy water on a dare. It didn’t do anything.

I also feel like he’d be pretty resistant to vampire venom/the werewolf demon virus or whatever it is. Like, he’s probably got more ichor or whatever than they do. fuckin up ur game

Seelies think he’s just a really weird fucked up seelie (but have to admit the ears are kind of cute in a sad sort of way) and GOD isn’t the lying hot and scandalous??

mmmmmmm the eyes black out during sexytimes

Maybe this is a weird one but I feel like even the image of Jonathan we see now (ie, Luke Baines) could be in part a projected or assumed image. We never saw him after he was reborn, and it doesn’t seem like it takes a lot of energy to hold a particular shape. Especially since after he was reborn he wouldn’t have any of the scars he had before like…losing his skin. So i imagine those could come and go depending on the Mood. Is this an excuse to keep in that goddamn cryptic “perils of obedience” line?? maybe. you can prove nothing.

Ohhh how could I forget a personal favorite? I really liked the idea that Valentine tried to rune Jace and Jonathan wayyyyy to early, and esp for Jonathan it . Did not go well. Like getting an angelic rune at like four (and ofc Valentine would go for Angelic Power first……..you know he would) when you have Pure Ass Demon Blood sounds…intense. If you’ve read the books you know how intense and angsty rune rejection can be. I fucking love it sorrynotsorry. Like I imagine how upset Valentine would be that his Brilliant Experiment didn’t go to plan and is rejecting the angelic blah blah blah you get the picture anyway angst and im here for it poor bby

Jonathan hates the taste of Earl Grey but transparently pretends to like it to impress Clary and she thinks he’s a fucking idiot.

Even though alcohol doesn’t have much of an effect he likes fruity drinks and straight vodka. Mostly the fruity drinks because they taste good hello?? but for some reason Clary keeps laughing and taking pictures of him?? rude.

I still maintain he had the ear pierced at Claire’s even thought i KNOW this fucking edgelord would do it himself i just need the image of this 20 something edgy fucking demon prince standing in line with a bunch of 8 year olds in princess dresses trying to figure out what “earring gun” could possibly mean. am i immature? yes but shut up

The whole “memorizing Paradise Lost” thing sounds all well and good until you know how fucking WORDY john milton is as a writer. He never shuts up. Also–and Miltonists are welcome to correct me–the Michael/Lucifer bond is bullshit, by the way. and honestly if either jace or jonathan had that book memorized lbr they’d never fucking shut up.

This is also the show that had Aldertree look up from casually reading Art of War at his desk so maybe I ask too much.

The COLS vampire kink is very real dont @ me

Has never received a birthday card (except one three months late from Sebastian’s aunt Elodie strongly implying Sebastian should stop fostering cats and start getting a girlfriend).

okay imma stop there while im still ahead because it is Late and that is a Lot. i hope you enjoy though, friend!!!

#i love a crispy boy #friend anon #i went WILD

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felixthekoala · 6 years

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Kroojin Wedding!

ahhh the first of the nine muses to wed, I’m so proud :’)

@hey-hey-chan ily <333

(this is just a fun thing we were joking about that I decided to do bc I love weddings and I love the nine muses)

The Proposal:

Okay so Kris and Woojin were vacationing in Iceland over their anniversary

And Woojin took her to this frozen lake at night to see the aurora

Kris was like “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life”

and Woojin was like “I have”

(looking at her obvs)

and then he dropped to his knee and did the whole thing

ya know “I love you, you’re the light of my life, I want to spend the rest of my life with you” and all that jazz

and Kris was kinda speechless for a second

and then she said “yea ily2″

(obviously)

and poof they were engaged!!

The Ring:

Okay now onto the actual wedding...

Season: Winter

Ceremony: In an atrium of a luxurious hotel in Alaska

Favorite Couple Photo: in the snow outside the hotel

The Reception: In the ballroom of the hotel

Color Scheme: Navy & Silver

Song: Halo ~ Beyonce

Special Drink: Winter White Cosmo (cranberry vodka, Cointreau, lime juice & syrup, white cranberry juice)

Hair: Up-do (see photo above)

Cake: Layers of dark chocolate champagne & country spice

The Wedding Party:

The bridesmaids ( @doublekn0t @s0ftminho @straycuties @scene-stealers @realstraykids @hwangs @hyyunjinn and myself) wear these sleeveless navy blue dresses

and the groomsmen (Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin) all wear gray suits with navy ties.

(it’s a lovely wedding party and hey everyone’s together isn’t that perfect XD)

The Menu:

Before we move on to all the interesting events, I gotta show y’all Woojin in his tux...

Okay now onto the fun stuff...

okay so the wedding ceremony itself was not super dramatic

like nothing went wrong bc nobody would mess with these fluffy bears

like the flower girl went the wrong way and Chan ended up with a basket on his head

but he and his date (Em ofc) just laughed it off and he helped the flower girl by throwing all the petals that were on him back onto the aisle

and ofc the typical Kris enters and Woojin smiles so brightly when he sees her

like “am I actually lucky enough to marry this beautiful girl”

and they exchange their vows and its beautiful

and they kiss and Jeungmin and Jeonglin pretend to be grossed out bc we’re fetuses

and Chan’s crying

and Em’s judging Chan for crying

And Minho’s just like “yea get it Woojin!!”

and Cici just lowkey scoots away from her dork of a bf

and Changbin's trying to hide his tears

but astrella hugs him and starts crying with him

and Hyunjin’s snapping a million photos with Maria helping him

tbh he’d probs rope her into using his polaroid camera to get some artsy polaroid as well as his professional-grade photos

and haz and felix are lowkey playing footsie the entire time

and then Jicolle are trying not to laugh bc they managed to get away with coloring a small strip of Woojin’s hair neon pink when he fell asleep

okay onto the reception

so everyone’s like eating and all that and it’s super cute like woojin’s feeding Kris

and then Changbin turns to Astrella and is like “why can’t we do that?”

and she shoves an entire loaf of bread in his face

and everyone’s laughing at Changstrella and joking around and Em and Chan are making sure the chillings only drink a little alcohol (except we all know how Em would actually be *ahem*)

so Chan would probs have to subtly switch Em over to mocktails

im kidding guys Em doesn’t have a drinking problem em pls don’t kill me lol

But yea everyone would just be having a blast and cooing over the newlyweds

Minho wouldn’t stop making honeymoon jokes

Cici would tell him he’d be sleeping on the couch that night if he doesn’t stop

tbh I’m probably just stuffing my face the entire time

who am I kidding I’d be so enveloped with Jeongin like I couldn’t stop paying attention to him

except ofc to be a supportive friend to ma girl Kris who just got hitched

so after dinner the music starts so ofc Hyunia is the first to go out there and bust some moves

and soon after comes Minci who starts grinding (cici I warned you i’d make him grind in this lmao sorry but also its funny so I dont regret it XD)

Hazlix are just dabbing and doing the shoot dance until Chem drag them from the dance floor and force some chamomile tea into them

where tf they got chamomile tea idek, tbh chan probs brought a bunch of teabags for that purpose

wow I've officially turned chan into a british grandma ok

aNYway, pretty soon everyone is on the dance floor

except Jeonglin bc I refuse to dance

until the cupid shuffle comes on

then everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) is on the dance floor dancing along and Jisung and Nicolle are so hyped they go ham on the cupid shuffle

and end up causing a human domino effect

and the entire dance floor is on the ground

and they are too

but from laughing too hard

time for chem to give them a time out

so then Kroojin’s song comes on

(halo ofc, remember the info about the wedding from like a decade ago?)

and everyone parts and stands to watch as Kris and Woojin dance along to it, beaming at each other with so much love in their eyes

oof im soft

soon other peeps join in

even Jeungmin join in being all touchy-feely for one song, and they’re like cuddling up together until Chan whips out a ruler and shoves it between them

sorry this is turning into such a crack fic oml

but yea everyone is slow dancing and it’s all nice and sweet

and Minci is lowkey making out while dancing

I’m so sorry Cici I’m making you guys so wild lmao

so the song ends and the party gets crunk again

(And I go back to my seat and shove my face with chocolate mousse

and Jeongin’s never had chocolate mousse so I’m taunting him with mine

until he finally tricks me into giving him some

sorry I just gotta add Jeongin in here more bc I love him sm

so by the time the cake’s arrived everyone’s danced up an appetite

and Hazlix just stuff their faces with cake

and Jicolle teams up with Hazlix to steal the leftover wedding cake

(don’t ask me how but they pull it off)

and manage to frame Jeungmin

so Chem is furious at Jeungmin for the rest of the night

and Kroojin is clueless bc they’re just so in love

nobody get’s blackout drunk bc Chem is there to be moms (is that foreshadowing I see for the Chem wedding where they’re too busy/distracted to monitor the chillings??? O.o)

nahhhh it couldn’t be

so anyway the night ends too soon

bc Kroojin’s gotta hop on a plane to

SWITZERLAND!!

for skiing on the swiss alps and cuddling together by the fire with hot cocoa

and ofc they bring teddy bears

wow this was thick but if you’ve stuck it through this far first of all im impressed and secondly wtf are you doing with your life

jkjk ily for reading all of this tbh it was actually really fun! I love weddings too much lmao I got carried away while doing this it was originally gonna be like a short bulleted list about the fun stuff that went down with the nine muses and skiz during the reception but pinterest sucked me in

anyway that’s all for tonight! get hyped for the next wedding coming soon!

(hopefully)

#nine muses #nine muses wedding #kroojin

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ok on the ask game, 5 + 19 !! this is gonna get long bear with me oof. i’ve confessed to two people, one was a boy that i was once close with but he ignored me after we broke up :”) it’s fine he’s an ass anyway. but the second person is my current gf and holy uh this is actually kinda personal so i won’t go too in depth but we can say i did it bc it was too much not to anymore (pt 1/?)

.hi kam!! i love u thanks for the asks and thanks for sharing your story!! im really glad things worked out with you and your gf, sounds like you two have truly been through thick and thin together, you must have a very strong bond. that makes my heart feel very warm, im so happy for you!!

im going to put the rest of your asks, as well as my responses to the questions, under the cut so this doesnt become a super long post. to answer 5 and 19 in short, i will say that my answer to 5. have you ever confessed your feelings to someone? is yes, and its an embarrassing story, it also involves underage drinking so anyone uncomfy with that should not look under the cut!! and my answer to 19. share a positive memory about the last person you texted, i’ll probably keep that answer pretty short but true to my word, everything is going under the cut from here on out. thank you for sharing your story kam

send me two way asks!!

here’s the rest of kam’s asks:

we didn’t date then bc things were complicated (like i said, pERSONAL) and i,,,, did it a second time with her months later,,,,, i wouldn’t have if my friends didn’t push me to do it but they did annnddd we started dating then!! and haaaaa i uh,,,, did it once more at the end of feb this year,,,,,, bc we weren’t together at the time (this is also very personal so i could tell you abt the whole thing privately if you wanted) (pt 2/?)

in short i woke up and she asked me to be her gf again sOo, lol it’s all fun. aaannnddd here we go okay i literally just texted my gf as i write this oof but i think one of the fondest memories i have is both kinda negative but i view it positively? it was around the end of january in 2016 and we had been talking for a month or so. at the time i wasn’t in the best state of mind. (pt ¾)

i don’t remember the conversation word for word, but i have recollection of crying a lot at school waiting for my exam and just realizing how much i cared abt her and her about me and i think that marks the moment we became best friends rlly and damn who would even think to get to where we are now oof not me?? (pt 4/4 i went all out i’m sorryajsndnf)

what a story!!! like i said before, im really glad it all came together in the end, and that you have such a wonderful supportive gf

5. have you ever confessed your feelings to someone? yeah okay. from seventh grade until 11th i had a huge crush on this boy in my class. he was always doing crazy cool exchange programs. in 8th grade he went to school in coasta rica for a year, we e-mailed (lmao) all the time while he was gone. he came back in 9th grade and i was so so excited to see him again. he left again in 10th grade, and that was a hard year for me. my dad and step mom (who practically raised me) were getting divorced and i was going through some weird shit with an older guy (gross. he’s gross and predatory and i didnt know better cause i was like 15/16). so i started drinking and sneaking out and partying.

the kid i had a crush on came back in 11th grade and i was ecstatic. we picked up our friendship where we left it off. but here’s the kicker: he was (and probably still is? but probably isnt as much of a hardass about it) a devout christian, and drinking was NOT in line with his values. he had heard from his mom that i had been doing stuff like that, and he brought it up and said he was concerned. i told him i’d stop, because i was young and i had had a crush on this kid for over four years at this point, and our mutual friend kept dropping hints that he was interested, and.. sigh. so i told him i’d cut the partying and he said he had to see it. fast forward to spring, i applied and got into a program which sends students to japan for two weeks, and this kid also got in, and i was STOKED to be in japan with him for two weeks. the first week it was fun. our last night in tokyo, i wanted to spend some time alone with him, and the rest of our friends were planning to buy some sake (we were literally 16 but they did it, they didnt get carded) and drink it at the hotel, and they wanted me to distract him cause they were worried he’d rat them out, and i was so down to try that because i wanted to spend time with him anyways. so i asked if he wanted to go on an adventure–just go get on a random subway line and see where it leads. he kinda blew me off, which stung. then in an effort to get him to hang out with me, i told him what the other kids were planning (they had specifically told me not to tell him). i told him, and said “so i really think we should just go somewhere else so we dont have to be around that.” he didnt listen to me, instead he followed the rest of the group into the convenience store and they were like uhhh, then he went up to my friend hannah and was like “so you’re buying sake huh?” and she looked at me like what the fuck arianna and i looked at her like im sorry i couldnt get him to come with me and he was like whatever and then he left the convenience store and our other friend jay went with him. i assumed they went back to the hotel. so i went back as well but they werent there. when i asked someone else where they were, they said “oh, they went out into the city on a random subway line just to go on an adventure!” the literal exact thing i had suggested. i was livid. moreso, i was really hurt. so i decided to say fuck it and get drunk, cause i had been abstaining from alcohol ALL YEAR for the sake of this ONE GUY who had really played me and led me on ALL FUCKING YEAR and lowkey for the past FOUR YEARS. so i was like, whatever. so i got drunk. then jay and the guy came back from their adventure. i asked my other drunk companions if i seemed sober (bad, bad idea. they were not good judges) they all said i seemed fine, so i went to give the kid a piece of my mind. get to his room and its just him cause his roommate had been with us in the drinking room. so i say, hey i need to talk to you. the first thing he asks is if i had drank, and i said no, like a liar with a big fat crush. then we sit down on opposite beds, and i told him i was really hurt that he rejected my offer to go on an adventure and immediately did the same thing with jay. he gave me a bs excuse like “it was kinda spontaneous” and i was like, thats bullshit. then i poured out my heart, about crushing on him for the last four years, about being a good friend when he dated hannahkate in seventh grade, about always waiting for him to come back, about working so hard to stop drinking just to be the person he wanted me to be. and i told him i loved him.

his response? “thank you for telling me.” and it shattered my heart.

when he walked me to the door of his room, he said “by the way. you were slurring the whole time, and your breath smells like alcohol. i knew you had drank from the start.” needless to say, THAT was embarrassing.

i go back to the room, drink more, eventually everyone leaves and its me and hannah. i tell her what happened, freak out a bit, cry.

the next day we woke up kinda early and went to this man-made island place i dont remember the name of, and we spent the day there. i was really quiet and reserved all day (not like me, then or now). i did not eat. when we got back to the hotel that night, hannah gave me a melon bread, and i said i wasnt hungry. she said “you havent eaten all day. if you dont eat this right now, im going to take your phone, delete [kid’s name] from all your contacts, delete every picture or video you have on your phone, erase him from your life. do you want that?” to which i said, no. and i ate the bread. it was tough love and i needed it. i was a little better the next day.

a few days later in kyoto the kid and i talked on a rooftop at sunset. i felt a little better after that. it was hard going through all of that, after four years of pining for him, but.. it was good. it was closure. i laid my cards on the table, i finally told him how i felt, and he rejected me. and it hurt, but there was nothing left to say, and it finally closed that door that had been slightly ajar for four years. and i was able to move on after that, fairly quickly actually. jumping back into partying cause i didnt have someone to impress kind of helped. well, it also kind of spun my life off in a horrible direction that led to a horrible depressing senior year of high school, but thats another story.

yeesh, that was long. on to the next one!!

19. share a positive memory about the last person you texted the most recent person i texted is my friend named nico. the first memory that comes to mind is last summer, we used to hang out a lot, one night we went to this 24 hour diner called beth’s cafe that we both love. we went at like 4 am and it was so so so fun. afterwards we watched emperors new groove in his bed and then passed out. i love nico so much. we used to be a lot closer in the summer, but at the end of summer i fucked up and we had a falling out. we still are friends and we still talk (i.e. we texted today planning to hang out this week) but.. its not the same. and i really miss the way things were before. golly isnt that bittersweet. now im a lil sad. but thats okay

thank you to anyone who read all that garbage uidsgfihjs

#asks #lovely mutuals #GOSH my confession story is LOOONG

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Wicked

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, adultery, influence of alcohol, age gap. If you don’t like this sort of thing don’t read.

Summary: The recent events in AJ’s life have been causing a great amount of stress and he feels like he has nobody to turn to. He also finds something inappropriate that the babysitter left behind and fed up with everything, has to have a little talk with her.

Tired from his 7 hour flight from the night before (and the argument that also took place with his wife) AJ forced himself to get up at 10am, shower, pack his gear for the 2 hour drive to the next event, and have everything ready by 11am. He decided not to bring his Xbox as he wouldn’t have time for it anyway and instead booked a table for two to make up with his wife. Sometimes their fights would be settled quick but as of the last few months things seemed to be dragging on. It was getting to a point where he didn’t want to come home on days off but for the sake of his children he put up with it anyway.

The doorbell rang at 10:45 and as expected, the babysitter was right on time. “Hey, Melissa! Thanks for coming over again on such short notice. The wife won’t be around today until this evening and I should be back by the time she gets here. Are you still alright with staying overnight?” She nodded and said everything was fine, and that she needed to get some reading done for exams anyway.

“Alright cool. I fell asleep in the living room last night so lemme fix it up real quick and I’ll be on my way.” Of course that was kind of a lie. The couch seemed to be the norm for him the last couple times he’s came home, but he was fairly confident that tonight would be different as he was surprising his wife with dinner and maybe a movie after his meet and greet. As he finished folding up the blankets he used he looked down and saw something shiny poking out from between the cushions. Curious, he dug it out and was in disbelief as to what he found.

A condom, and to his relief still in its package and unopened. And as to how it got there he had no flipping idea. AJ and his wife never used them and he seriously doubted that she was seeing anyone else as they constantly text and call each other whenever they had the given chance. The only other person who was in their home lately was Melissa, and it was only the night before for a couple hours as his wife had to pick him up from the airport. AJ was livid, but he had no time to talk with her about it or else he was gonna be late to his event. He reminded her again what time they would be back and was out the door, the condom tucked away in his pocket.

The day flew by and when it came time to let his wife know about the little surprise he had planned everything seemed to be going great despite what he had found this morning. Of course he would never tell her about it. Not only would they risk losing their best babysitter, but he also didn’t want it all blowing up in his face in the end. Melissa had been babysitting for them for three years since she was 15 and wasn’t very outgoing so she was always available in the evenings. In addition, she was also reliable, sweet, and the kids loved her to death. AJ always considered her to be trustworthy, that is– until the little babysitting mishap that he needs to now confront her with.

Unfortunately the special evening turned into another husband and wife battle somehow. They finished off their bottle of wine and just decided to go back home. On the drive back he didn’t understand what he was doing wrong, he liked to spend money on his family to try keep them happy for his constant absence away from home. Week after week his body was beaten and bruised, and he did it all for them so they can have all the things he never grew up with. All he ever wanted for his wife was the best. Round after round they would often just come home pissed off at each other, making their marital problems worse instead of better. So he braced himself for the sleep on the couch again, and tried to shush his wife as she made snappy remarks about her husband in front of Melissa as she announced she was going to bed. As they both heard the bedroom door upstairs shut, then came the time to bring up the condom incident. This really was going to put the icing on top of the bitter cake.

AJ took a deep breath before he began. Things were already awkward so he may as well just come out and say it. "Well I’ll have to drive to the ATM and get your pay. I forgot to pull it out before getting home but there’s something I need to ask you about before I do that.” She nodded and allowed him to continue on. Her bright blue eyes were looking as innocent as can be, and this being the first time AJ has really noticed them. He began to notice a lot of things that he shouldn't about her. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton blue shorts, along with a midriff bearing white T-shirt. Her stomach was smooth and underlined, revealing a belly button piercing that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Wow has she ever grown up.

“Uhh, Mr. Jones? What did you need to tell me?” Melissa beamed, snapping AJ out of his inappropriate thoughts. She flashed him a small smile before he continued on, and that alone almost made him weak in the knees.

He wasn’t quite sure on how to begin. “Alright Melissa, look. You’ve been babysitting for us for a long time now and you’ve always done a good job of it. Always been respectful of our house and had no problems,” he paused for a second as he studied her face. She had almost a sour look and he could already tell she was going through something as well so he decided to be as nice about it as he possibly could. “Well thanks,” she replied, her gleam fading away from the tone of his voice. It was very stern and intimidating. “You’re welcome,” AJ continued, “but the main reason I bring this up is because well.. before I left the house this morning I found this in my couch.” He reached down into his pocket and pulled out the condom, her eyes instantly wide and her face turning a hint of pink.

“I.. I… A condom..?” She stuttered. She was obviously trying to act oblivious to it but he already knew she was guilty of it. “Yes, Melissa. A condom. It wasn’t a very nice find seeing as I was the one to sleep on the it last night. It’s kind of gross knowing some shit went on while we were away and I had to sleep on it right after.”

“I don’t know how something like that could’ve happened!” She blurted, looking everywhere else on him except AJ’s face. “I mean… couldn’t it be one of yours?”

“My wife had her tubes tied after our fourth child, so we have no need to use condoms. In fact we never used them in the last ten years.”

“I mean.. couldn’t it be possible… that your wife.. she..” Melissa stammered on with every little excuse she could come up with and AJ wasn’t having it.

“Melissa, please,” AJ interrupted, holding his hand up. “Let’s not go there. The wife and I haven’t been terribly getting along lately, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have sex with someone else on our couch and leave a condom there. You, on the other hand, have been dating that one boy.. what’s his name again?”

“Trevor,” she quietly replied.

“And I know your parents told me that they don’t like him very much and won’t let him over at y'all’s house. Now none of that is my business and I’m not trying to make it my business.. but I really need to insist that you don’t be bringing any of your friends into my house anymore. Do I make myself clear?”

She seemed to be nearly in tears as she slowly nodded. “Okay,” she replied softly, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Jones. I promise it won’t happen again. I was just too afraid to ask before was all.” This poor girl, he thought to himself. Was he really being that hard on her? On the inside he felt pretty bad about making her feel this way but at the same time he needed to let her know just how serious this was. "It’s alright, Melissa,” he smiled and continued on as he placed a reassuring hand on top of her shoulder. “And please just call me AJ from now on, alright?”

“Okay,” she said in a shaky voice. “I’m really sorry, AJ. Honest!”

“Dont be sorry. Just promise me you won’t bring any more strangers into my house okay?”

“I promise,” she muttered.

“Perfect. Thanks for staying so long tonight. Six hours and an overnight tonight, right? Let me go and pull out some money for you.”

“Oh no.. it’s fine, AJ! You can just get me back tomorrow or something. And you won’t have to pay me for today for what I did,” she quickly responded. “Well alright, that’s great! I could relax and use a drink right now.” AJ set his keys back down on the table and made his way over to the mini bar in the living room. Although AJ hasn’t touched hard alcohol other than the occasional beer here and there he could definitely use something stronger after his long and difficult day. After all, it would be a terrible waste as he bought the vodka for him and his wife– obviously drinking it all alone now.

She let out a little sharp, but cynical laugh. “Oh trust me I know!”

“You too, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

He left it at that and walked over to the bar in the corner of the family room. AJ took off his jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then removed the silk black tie, placing it over the jacket– Unbuttoning the top button on his shirt before he took down a bottle of imported Russian vodka and a martini shaker. AJ poured a triple shot of the vodka in, added some ice and some vermouth, and then began shaking. As he was straining the mix into a martini glass (a rather fancy one he also bought for the occasion) Melissa walked over to watch.

“Breaking out the big guns tonight, huh?” She said as she watched with curiosity.

“You know it,” he replied as he reached for a jar of olives, swiping one of them out and dropping it into his drink. “Soooo, that’s like a martini, right?” she asked.

“Well, a purist would say that a true martini would be made with gin instead of vodka but I never liked gin, so yes. Basically.”

She chewed her lip nervously as AJ turned to face her. “Do you think I could have one?” God. She was beginning to do this to him again. He tried to focus on the freshly poured drink in front of him but soon had another ideas, seeing as how his previous once had cancelled out on him. “You’re eighteen, right?”

“Just turned eighteen two months ago. And it’s not like I haven’t drank before. The only things I’ve tried were orange juice and vodka or beer,” she stated as a matter of factly.

“I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t be telling your parents or asking me to buy booze for you after this,” he laughed as he slid the glass in front of her. She of course agreed and eyed the drink before taking it into her hands. “Try some of mine I guess before I make you one of your own. Most people don’t really like ‘em.”

She brought the glass up to her lips, smelled it, and then took a sip. Of course as AJ expected, a sour look quickly spread across her face and she gave the martini back to him. He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction as he took a drink of it himself. “Ewww,” she barely got out as she finally swallowed the burning liquid. “It tastes like gasoline.”

“I warned you,” AJ amused. “Martinis are like a fine wine, they’re an acquired taste.” He reached down into the bar and pulled out a bottle of Green Apple Schnapps and began making the drink as before, pouring it into the second glass he had sitting out for you-know-who– the liquid resulting in a pale, emerald colour. As he was rinsing the chrome mixer he already knew he was treading on choppy waters doing this, but thought what the hell, and shoved it into the back of his mind as it was nothing more than enjoying a drink with someone he was close to. “Here, try this,” AJ said as he placed the drink in front of her. He couldn’t help but become fixated on her lips as she took a small sip. They were a light pink and plump, looking really soft– wondering where else they have been since he now knew she wasn’t as innocent as he thought she was. He shook his head and cleared his mind at that, taking another swig of his martini all in one go.

“This is REALLY good. I like this one much better!” she beamed. He couldn’t help but be smug about it. It’s been a while since he has this sort of attention from a female, even to be complimented on something silly such as how he made his drinks. “That’s an Appletini,” he continued on. “My wife doesn’t like them how I do so I bought the schnapps for her.” She took another small sip and praised the drink again. “It’s really good.” Her eyes lit up as she took another big sip.

“Hey now, take 'er easy,” AJ chuckled. He poured himself another drink. “Shall we go have a seat?” She smiled and nodded up at him, letting her walk over to the couch first as he followed suit. Those shorts looked really good from behind. “Wow,” he mumbled to himself. He wondered how angelic she was underneath them and inwardly cursed himself AGAIN for having such a thought. He must really need to get laid.

Melissa plopped herself down on the couch as AJ made himself comfortable on the other end, grabbing his cell phone and putting on a playlist of his favourite music. “I think I found myself a new drink,” she giggled, taking a much bigger drink than the last one. “Just be careful with them. They pack quite a punch although yours is not nearly as strong as mine is." They talked of easy things as they sat there. Such as her casual job at the local pet shop, how shes on the honour roll at school, and possibly getting a scholarship at the end of the year for graduation. He listened to her go on about how she hopes to go to college if her “over protective parents” let her leave home on her own. It must be nice to have such small, trivial problems he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but smile as she continued to ramble on.

She took one last drink and placed the empty glass on the end table beside her. “God, I’m so sorry about everything, AJ. I feel so embarrassed about what I did.” Well, that came out of nowhere. “I’m embarrassed because I feel like you can’t trust me again. I had Trevor in your house, the condom, and I tried to lie about it. I really was sorry. I was actually gonna cry but I held everything in,” she admitted. “Will you ever trust me again?” By this time AJ’s own glass was empty and he could feel the warmth of the alcohol sitting in his empty stomach. His head also swimming from the triple shots of vodka. I guess I can’t drink 'em like I used to, he admitted. And to his better judgement which was usually quite sound, he decided on another anyway.

“Nevermind all of that. We’re here to relax and forget all our problems, another?” he asked as he stood up. She nodded her head excitedly as she handed her empty glass to him. “Anyway, I was pretty confident you wouldn’t have your boyfriend here last night,” he stated as he mixed them brand new drinks. “I mean seeing as you wouldn’t have time to do anything. The wife came to pick me up at 7 which would mean we would be back at around 8 or 8:30.” She laughed as she gladly accepted the Appletini. “That’s true,” she admitted. “But with Trevor that’s all it takes.”

AJ almost choked on his drink. “Well I really didn’t need to know that!” She laughed even harder at his reaction. “It’s true! With Trevor he could’ve gone twice and still had time to smoke a cigarette in between rounds!” she cut herself off before she went any further and instantly blushed at how she was talking to AJ. He on the other hand, found that to be hilarious. "I’m sorry,” she took yet another sip as she nervously looked down. “I don’t usually say things like that.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he mused, taking a seat at the end of the couch again. “And dont be too hard on him, how old is he? Eighteen.. nineteen?” She too made herself more comfortable, bringing up her legs and sitting cross legged. Of course he couldn’t help but look as her shorts rode up even higher, exposing quite a bit of the insides of her thighs. “He’s twenty one,” she replied as she rolled her eyes. He nervously cleared his throat and continued on. “Well young guys around that age don’t know how to… well uhh.. really 'control’ themselves if you know what I mean. Some guys really don’t learn at all. I mean… the older the guy gets, the more experience he gets.. so most older guys are really good and know what they’re doing.”

“Hmmm.. interesting,” she said thoughtfully, a slight gleam in her eyes that seemed to be directed at AJ this time. “Very interesting.”

Now it was AJ who was feeling embarrassed as it occurred to him that she might have taken his words of advice the wrong way. He awkwardly shuffled where he sat, trying to mask it as him making himself more comfortable. "In any case," he continued, "I was reasonably sure you wouldn't bring anyone in here tonight, and I'm sure that you won't in the future."

"Well um.." she looked down at her feet, this time is was her shifting around in her spot. "I was actually gonna try bring him over tonight but we got into a huge fight. It was actually over using that condom. I told him last night that we couldn't do anything unless he uses them with me and it made him mad at me. Sooo... he walked home and we didn't have sex here at all. Actually I really don't think Trevor and I will be a thing anymore. All he ever wants is sex from me." AJ's expression went from flushed to surprise (but mostly relief) at everything she just told him. They both took another huge drink before finishing off their glasses. He was really overall glad with her honesty. "That's unfortunate. By the sounds of it he doesn't seem like he's good enough for you anyway. And besides, I'm glad I found a condom still in its wrapper in this couch and not the actual condom."

Melissa laughed at that. "That would just be gross. Anyway, I told him all of that before too and he just got mad at me." AJ scoffed at that. "Sounds like a real Prince Charming, alright." And just then AJ blurted out something he knew he would never say if the alcohol hadn't been such a bad influence on him. "Why are you using condoms anyway? Shouldn't you be on the pill or some sort of birth control if you're sexually active?"

She smirked at his statement and finished off the remainder of her drink, she was obviously not offended much to his surprise. "I'm not that sexually active, dad." she mocked in a teasingly voice. Being called 'dad' suddenly did things to him that he knew was wrong. It was terribly wrong. But his body was doing all the thinking right now thanks to the strong drinks he made for himself. AJ repositioned himself so she wouldn't notice his member stiffening between his legs. "I really only had sex with two other boys before Trevor and it wasn't more than twice with them. If I got on the pill my parents would freak out and think I'm a total slut or something. And besides," she slowly began to move closer to him as she rambled on. "Maybe when I get a real boyfriend I'll go on the pill or something. Someone that's older this time. He has to be sweet, caring, and actually listens to what I have to say," she trailed off as she continued to move closer, she was now sitting directing in front of AJ and he couldn't help but look down at her exposed thighs again. Her shorts were much higher than before. Not high enough that it exposed her panties but it was right up there. He gulped as his eyes slowly trailed back up to her face, which was obviously beaming with lust. ".. someone like you, AJ."

"Melissa.." he was about to get up and make himself another drink and head to his man cave before he wasn't able to stop himself but she quickly cut him off before he doing anything by playfully slapping his arm-- another action which caught him by surprise as they've never even touched each other once before. "Did you know that I used to have the biggest crush on you?" she asked. He instantly forgot what he was going to do after hearing her sudden confession. "It's true! After I was done babysitting I would go home and imagine that I would marry you one day and instead of my bed, I would imagine I was laying in yours. Oh! And that you would take me out on dates and pick me up for prom," she giggled at what she was admitting and moved even closer, placing her hand dangerously in the middle of his thigh-- and he wasn't sure if she was doing this all on purpose or if it was the alcohol that was doing it. "Such silly little girl dreams, I know."

"Listen, I'm very much flattered and don't take this the wrong way but... whatever this is, it needs to stop." he gently took her hand and placed it on top of her own. "This was a bad idea. I'm sorry.. I'm the adult here and you're just a kid and.. Really. This is wrong." AJ was once again blind sided as he tried to get up and leave again, only this time she quickly got up and was now straddling his thigh. "You know I even had my first orgasm thinking about you. Did you ever think that way about me?"

It was this time that AJ was having a difficult time keeping his eyes up and focused on her. He was now hard as a rock and nervously tapped his fingers along the surface of the couch cushions. The fact that he has thought of her in such ways since she became a lovely young woman was all he could think about but it's never gotten to the point where it turned him on as much as she did right now. Fans swooning over him was one thing and it never mattered to him, but having another woman (a much younger one at that) sitting on top of him, obviously wanting him for who he really was outside all the fame -- this was something completely different. And on his fucking couch while his wife was sleeping upstairs.

Just then the silence was broken between them. She leaned closer so that she was now pushed up against him, her breasts rubbing against his hard torso as her lips grazed across his exposed skin from when he unbuttoned his dress shirt earlier. "You turn me on so much, AJ. You have no idea. Even when I had sex with Trevor, I always imagined it was you fucking me instead of him." In the process, she spread her legs wider so that she could now fully straddle his lap, finally exposing her panties that were hidden underneath. They were almost like a pale pink colour and it drove AJ wild. "That's uhh... that's good to know," he replied, leaning back so he could sneak another look at them. She sat up and began to squeeze her breasts through her shirt. "I'll never forget it."

He couldn't help but groan at the thought of her getting off to him. The vision of her laying in bed playing with herself because of him was powerfully erotic. His cock was unbearably hard and strained against the fabric of their clothing. The way Melissa was blushing as she told him this, her movements, her attractive young body grinding on top of him-- everything about her had turned him on bad. AJ can't remember the last time he felt this horny. He didn't know if it was because of her, the fact that he hadn't had sex for months, or the thought of possibly getting caught was what made everything so exciting. But he knew deep down he was a loyal man and this had gone far enough. It was time to shut whatever this was down and think rationally and not with what he desired. He and his wife may have had their differences but it didn't mean that he should listen to his body and cheat on her.

"You know I still think of you when I play with myself," she added, pounding more nails into the coffin. Melissa, you need to leave, right now! is what AJ meant to say, but instead he asked her if she really did and she nodded her head. "God, AJ I'm so wet right now. Do you think it would be sick... if you know.. I touched myself? Right now..?"

AJ nearly choked. "You mean like, right here?? Right now? In front of me..?"

"I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't," she whined, creeping her fingers a little further up her inner thigh.

"Melissa," he said, his voice was now shaking and his hands were trembling. He took a quick glance over towards the stairs to see if there was any sign that his wife-- or his kids for that matter-- would be coming out from their rooms at any moment. "This is a really bad idea."

"Please?" She pleaded as her fingers were now playing with the elastic part of her underwear. "I would really love to look at you while I play with myself, AJ. To make myself come while I look at your face."

His tremors grew worse, his eyes now unabashedly staring between her legs and the small wet spot that was visible through her underwear.

"You could do it too," she innocently suggested. "We could watch each other do it together. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that. But her logic combined with the influence of alcohol and his horniness refused to allow his brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to him, and play with it for matter. It wasn't cheating in some sort of sense, AJ convince himself. Not in the strict or legal sense of the word. It was nothing more than visual stimulation, like watching a porno right? "No," he managed to breathe out. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled and nervously licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her pink underwear. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts along with them-- revealing her wet pussy to him. The area surrounding the lips was shaved smooth, and the lips themselves were a nice shade of pink and slightly swollen. At this very moment she was simply perfect in his eyes and it nearly stunned him with what was currently happening. He was in utter disbelief.

"God, this is so hot!" She whispered as she leaned back against the couch and spread her legs a little bit wider for him. While her left hand confined to hold her shorts open her right hand began to play with her swollen clit. Sliding the tips of her fingers up and down slowly as her eyes never left AJ's royal blue ones.

"Jesus," AJ whispered, enthralled, his cock was now begging for release.

"Take it out," she begged. "I want you to do it too."

AJ reached down and started to unbuckle his belt, then quickly unbuttoned the dresspants as his gaze never left the sight of her exposed pussy either. He unzipped and raised his hips up a little so he could push his pants down just enough to have his cock out. Doubt tried to push its way into his brain again-- You're not really gonna whip your dick out in front of Melissa, are you?-- but he pushed it right back. There was nothing wrong with it. It's not like he was going to fuck her or anything.

He pushed his pants along with his underwear down more to his mid-thigh, allowing his ridged cock to spring out into his right hand. Melissa's eyes locked into it as he slowly started to stoke it. Her breathing now taking a heavier tone as her fingers were moving faster, now moving in and out of her petite body. AJ kept his pace slow as he knew he wouldn't last a minute if he kept up to speed with her. Through it all he kept his eyes glued on the babysitter, drinking in the pure site of her masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as he watched her watching him, her pussy growing more swollen and more wet by the second, begging for attention of its own.

"Oh... AJ." She moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?

"Yeah," he breathed, his strokes now getting faster as he watched her start playing with her clit.

"Mmmm," she moaned. She was now flicking at her clit a little faster. "You have such a nice cock, AJ. It's so big and hard... will you put it inside of me?"

He swallowed nervously. Hadn't he known she was gonna ask that at some point? AJ shook his head and tried to maintain his willpower. "No, sweetheart, we can't. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"

"Oh please, AJ?" She moaned. "Just for a second? I just wanna know what it feels like. I've always wonder what it felt like when I thought about you.."

His cock twitched at hearing just that. "Melissa..."

"Please," she begged, "Just put it inside me once and you can take it back out. I just want to know how it feels and then you can stop." She stopped playing with herself and spread her legs open for him. "Just once?"

AJ found himself still listening to his body and standing up, allowing his pants and underwear to fall down around his ankles. It wouldn't hurt to just try it once, would it? I mean, the poor girl was nice enough to show him what she does in her alone time and she just wanted to experience what he felt like. "Just once," he said in a stern voice, raising his finger as he did so. "Just once."

"Yes, sir." She cooed. "Only once."

AJ groaned at that and looked towards the stairway which seemed like the sixtieth time that evening as she opened her legs wider, putting his knees on the couch between them as her left hand stayed at her crotch, continuing to pull her shorts to the side and her right hand reached up to his face and stroked it. AJ held his cock in his hand as he slowly aligned the tip of it between her dripping folds. He slipped it up and down a few times, prepping himself for the one (and ONLY one time) trip into his babysitter's body.

He pushed his hips forward into her, his cock met a little bit of friction with her for the barest of seconds but quickly slid slowly and smoothly inside of her. They both moaned as he bottomed out, his balls now resting against her ass as it's the deepest he could possibly go. "That feels sooooo good," Melissa whispered against his ear and all he could do was nod his head in agreement. Just sitting there, he was not willing to pull out just yet. "Just a couple of strokes inside of me?" She asked, "just for a few seconds?"

He didn't even try to rationalize this one. AJ just nodded and allowed his hips to start moving, giving her a grind then pulling his cock until it was almost completely out before slamming all the way back into her, giving her a much rougher grind this time as she mewed against his ear in approval so he did it again. And again. Her moans were becoming louder and he quietly shushed her and hoped that nobody could hear them. She apologized and he began to move a little faster-- concentrating on keeping a steady pace where he wouldn't come so quickly. She was incredibly tight.

"Lean on top of me, AJ," she moaned. "Lay on top of me while you fuck me."

And with that he leaned forward, allowing his chest to press up against hers-- he growled at the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. Without asking she pulled his head down toward hers and kissed him, her tongue darting out against his lips and allowing it to explore his mouth. AJ then kissed her back enthusiastically-- swirling his tongue along with hers and sucking on it, all the while both of them trying to stay as quiet as they possibly can. She tasted strongly of apples.

They continued to kiss and rut against each other at a quickening pace and AJ found himself snaking his hand up the inside of her shirt, then underneath her bra to stroke and cup her bare tits. She squeaked at his experienced touch and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. The aroma of their lust filled the air as his concern for his wife catching them together was now out the window. All he wanted to do was fuck her raw until she couldn't stand it anymore. Melissa broke the kiss and couldn't help but moan out loud as his cock found its way rubbing against her g-spot. "You're gonna make me... you're gonna make me.. oh my god, AJ.. don't stop! Don't stop!!"

And it didn't stop. In fact, he began to fuck her harder and almost slamming her body more into the couch with each stroke, angling his hips upwards stimulating her nerves even more. Her hips began to rise and fall against him in response, their mouths coming back together as he now had his hand up against her throat. They kissed rough and hotly, obscenely as her orgasm took over her. Her body was now shaking and shuddering against AJ's and he could feel himself coming dangerously close as well.

It took her almost a minute to work her way through the spasms. As it faded AJ broke the kiss and locked his pale blue eyes into hers. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come right away," he groaned. She kept moaning for him to do it over and over as the pressure built up in his lower abdomen and the waves of pleasure began to spread. She felt the tightness of his body and urged him to come in between their kisses. The peak built up rapidly but one that AJ hasn't felt in years, and at that he too began to shake as her hips thrust upward repeatedly, her drenched pussy milking him as his thrusts were becoming more uneven. At the peak now arriving AJ quickly pulled his cock out and he violently started stroking it over her body. He was coming all over her bare midriff within seconds and it was honestly one of the greatest orgasms he'd ever had.

And finally it was over. She removed her hand from between her legs so that she could put both of them around the lower part of AJ's back so that he was pulled tightly against her. They shared another long, luxuriant kiss.. although this one was sweet and sexy instead of lustful like before. They broke the kiss at last and both just kind of stared at each other, not really sure of what to say or what to do next. "This shouldn't have happened," AJ quietly murmured amongst himself. He also listened to be sure that they didn't wake anyone up and he was forever grateful that they didn't. He looked back down at Melissa and saw that she was smiling up at him. "Yeah I know. But aren't you glad that it did?" She giggled. AJ shook his head and sighed but mostly of relief as he plopped back down on the couch. He was never drinking hard liquor again.

They laid like that for quite sometime, not talking, not thinking-- just sort of holding each other and sharing the occasional kiss. They knew they had to let each other go because the time for thinking would begin. And that would lead to the time for them to talk about it and it's something AJ wasn't willing to discuss anytime soon. Neither one of them were ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow.

This literally took me like 9 hours to write and I couldn't post for three days because I had to find a way to insert a "Read More" link on mobile but here it is!! I hope the idea of this fic wasn't toooooo too bad of me to write LOL. Please let me know what you think of it, and if you enjoyed this please reblog and share as it would be much appreciated! <3 </b>

#AJ Styles #aj styles imagine #aj styles fanfiction #aj styles x reader #aj styles smut

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92 statements !

aaaaaaa so i’m finally getting around to doing all the tag games ive been tagged in so yeeeee,, thank u @nakamottoyuta and @thenctscenarios for tagging me !!! someone else might have but i dont remember akksdhkkh

LAST

1. drink: milk

2. phone call: uhh ?? i think my private teacher ??

3. text message: to one of my music camp friends !!

4. song you listened to: 태양처럼 by day6, specifically this live bc it’s better than the actual studio recording tbfh

5. time you cried: i cried at music camp bc i was having an internal crisis w myself aha :)

HAVE YOU EVER...

6. dated someone twice: never dated anyone oops

7. kissed someone and regretted it: i was almost kissed at music camp but thank god i avoided it bc i definitely would of regretted it since i didnt even kno the dude lmao like pls u dont just get to take my first kiss like that thanks

8. been cheated on: again,, never dated whoops

9. lost someone special: yea :(

10. been depressed: yep

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: jsjdh nope and i never will bc alcohol is just so unappealing to me

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12, 13, 14: pink, orange, and purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. made new friends: yes many !!! i love u all !!

16. fallen out of love: no...?

17. laughed until you cried: *music camp flashbacks*

18. found out someone was talking about you: yes but in a good way

19. met someone who changed you: yes many !!!

20. find out who your real friends are: yea kinda ://

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: dont own a facebook u nerds

GENERAL:

22. how many of your facebook tumblr friends do you know in real life: changed it bc its more fun this way but !! shoutout to my irl friends who happen to be nerdy enough to also own a tumblr: @iwriteblogpostsnotsongs @graciasysaludo

23. do you have any pets: yes sjsjhj i have my best friend davidson the cat i love him then i have another cat whos really old shes like 17 but shes a sweetheart and then we also have two doggos (three if u include my grandparents dog who lives downstairs i love him the most aaaaa) and then two guinea pigs

24. do you want to change your name: sometimes i think of other names but i think ive created a name for myself with this one so i cant really leave it

25. what did you do for your last birthday: hsjhj i dont rememeber probably a small party or smth like that ???

26. what time did you wake up: uhh i think around 10:30 ?

27. what were you thinking at midnight last night: “why the fuck am i not asleep already”

28. name something you can’t wait for: districts next year aaaaaa !!!!

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago ??

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: have be people be more open minded and nice

31. what are you listening to right now: first time by day6 bc day6 is the Shit i love

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: probably ??

33. something that is getting on your nerves: nothing really rn,, i’m pretty content

34. most visited website: u kno what it is lmao

35. elementary: if u have not completed elementary school yet pls leave tumblr pls

36. high school: gonna be a junior next year aaaaa im Excited !!!

37. college: hopefully ?? or a conservatory would be nice hsjdjdj

38. hair color: my natural color is ugli brown ew gross,, but i’m gonna be dying it a rose gold at the end of the summer !! its basically pink tho who am i fooling

39. long or short hair: i have short hair sjssj but its so long rn i can put it up in a little ponytail if i wanted to oml

40. do you have a crush on someone: do i ?? do i not ??? i confuse myself too much

41. what do you like about yourself: i like how confident ive gotten in myself this past year,, like i can actually be myself nowadays and not feel like i have to act a certain way or live up to other people’s expectations

42. piercings: aha no last ones i had got infected so never again :::)

43. blood type: i ?? have no clue ??

44. nickname: hunter with weird accented vowels,, hoonter, dad don’t ask it happened at midnight on the band bus,,, husband also band bus antics

45. relationship status: im in love w my clarinets

46. zodiac: leoooo yeeeeeeeee

47. pronouns: he + him !!

48. favorite tv show: hskkhhd theres too many pls,, but agents of shield has been a long time fave

49. tattoos: AAAA i want so many i have a List,, i want a giant lion on my shoulder bc im a leo,, then i want a music note behind my ear (i want that to be my first tattoo) then stars and planets on my collarbones bc space man,, also wings on my back, my birthday as a barcode somewhere ?? havent decided where yet + a heart on the inside of one of my fingers

50. righty or lefty: righty !

FIRST...

51. surgery: havent had any yet but i will at some point

52. piercings: i had some in my ears but they became infected and gross and yea no piercings for me thank

53. sport: my parents tried to make me play soccer lmao

54. vacation: the first one i remembered was going to the outerbanks,, but supposedly we went to maine when i was a lil kid but i dont remember rip

55. best friend: we met in kindergarten and are still best friends today aaaaa

56. pair of sneakers: sketchers lmaoooo rip me

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: i’m chewing gum ?? does this count ??

58. drinking: water

59. i’m about to: go write some angsty markhyuck ::)

60. listening to: colors by day6 um Emo

61. waiting for: something great to happen !!

62. want: everyone to get along ::(

63. get married: nahhh

64. career: something in music !!

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. hugs or kisses: both are cute aaaa

66. lips or eyes: both are v pretty aaaaa why

67. shorter or taller: i’ll probably be shorter than everyone anyways with my 5′ 3 ass

68. older or younger: doesnt matter to me !!

70. nice arms or nice stomach: one, both or neither wouldn’t matter to me

71. sensitive or loud: loud !!! but also sensitive ??

72. hookup or relationship: relationship shakjdsk

73. troublemaker or hesitant: a good balance between the two would be nice lmao

HAVE YOU EVER...

74. kissed a stranger: thank god i didnt wowie

75. drank hard liquor: i dont drink so,,

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: i lost my fake glasses lmao

77. turned someone down: many times yes

78. sex on the first date: uh no

79. broken someone’s heart: i really hope not ??

80. had your heart broken: nah

81. been arrested: nope nope

82. cried when someone died: i cried when my cat died ?

83. fallen for a friend: no.. ??

DO YOU BELIEVE IN...

84. yourself: yes !!

85: miracles: the concept is nice but idk

86. love at first sight: i believe that u can like the idea of someone at first sight,, but you cant love them at as a person since you don’t know them yet

87. santa claus: nah

88. kiss on the first date: i mean i guess ?? idk

89. angels: nope

OTHER

90. current best friend’s name: i have too many to just name one

91. eye color: brown yeee

92. favorite movie: either pacific rim or sunshine both golden

now to tag: @softptg @omgnille1010 @featureless-spy @makkeuga @iwriteblogpostsnotsongs @peurodyuseu @haechance @hyukhyuck

#hjskaj i finally got this done yeeeee #imma get another one done today too aaaa #tag game

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swearronchanel · 8 years

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I rewatched 5.09 aka The 2016 Christmas Special

I officially have done nothing productive all day. I did finish rewatching The Nanny though if that counts 😂😂 I forgot how much it made me laugh. Anyway I’m randomly in the mood to watch the 2016 Christmas special so why not post? Btw this will be long af this IS incredibly long but I just had so many thoughts ya’ know?

Ah I’m excited again, this was such a great special don’t @ me

The Turners! ANGELA’S LITTLE NURSE UNIFORM 😭💕 SO PRECIOUS

SHELAGH LOOKING LIKE A BABE😍

TRIXIE looking a babe 😍 she assisted in the cesarean.. later she’ll do it herself ahh

I want to have Christmas dinner at Nonnatus aww

“To absent friends"💔 my freaking heart breaks, sister MJ’s face! ugh she misses sister Evangelina. But don’t we all?

More cute Angela not talking as usual (still waiting for a word)

I want Trixie’s Christmas outfit, I want all her clothes though 😍

WE OUT TO SOUTH AFRICA

# LETS GET IT 1962

rip to sister felicity tho

More Shelagh being flawless, like yes Laura Main is so gorgeous don’t sleep on it

”God moves in a mysterious manner" lol shelagh I just love u don’t ever change

“Our own son had polio once” yes use guilt to make your point & get ur way

take notes people

“What you did I did, where you go I go..” excuse me while my heart fucking melts 😭😭

I remember watching this Christmas Day & my mom and I did the same sigh and “aww” expression at that line

She loves the show and is going to be shook when she watches series 6 lol

Also like Shelagh’s dress is so cute I’m here for it

Lmaoo I was wondering for so long beforehand why tf they brought Fred?? They Need those engineering skills apparently

CMON BABY DO THE LOCOMOTION 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

Yess the music is lit

Trixie’s turquoise dress 👌🏻👌🏻 I want it

Tims leg braces! I actually noticed them and was lowkey proud because I rarely notice shit in the background

More Shelagh being adorable, as always

Get those vaccinations💉💉 f*ck shots though lmao I hate them

What is Patrick whispering to Shelagh? 👀👀

That’s almost right up there with what in the actual fuck did he write in those letters to get her to ditch the habit and wimple 😉😏😉 NO BUT FOR REAL WHAT DID HE SAY? We’ll never know *sigh*

I’m here for everything Trixie wears lets be real

LOL SISTER JULIENNE BASICALLY TELLING BABS SHE CANT BE FOOLING AROUND WITH HER MAN OVERSEAS

don’t even argue that she’s making a big deal with any of that “he’s a vicar, she’s a vicar’s daughter, they don’t believe in premarital sex” either cause they were making out in public before and he was grabbing her ass in a CONVENT Lmaooo (good for him he’s not letting god stop him😂) jk I’m going to hell for all the jokes I’ve made through out this show anyway

I feel though, so im letting them live

But still the married couple barely touch each other 😂 so I’m a little salty *pretend there’s a salt shaker emoji* Fu*k it though

Also Patsy and Delia have been together for a while and haven’t kissed either as far as I remember

BEATRIX FRANKLIN SLAYING AS ALWAYS 😍😍 love her coat and glasses and everything she is

And yikes that swimsuit babs lol

There’s Patsy! With the horrible horrible wig :/

Sister MJ with the Christmas cake 😭😭 aye bendito she just wants to share it

How rich with alcohol is it sister? Pass it over

By guys🙋🏼 we out this Bitch ✈️🚢

The music makes me so happy 😭❣️

“Look at you Barbara! brussel sprout green” Lmaoo ew I hate Brussel sprouts and also throwing up in general😂 sorry babs you’re gross rn

Legit I have not thrown up since I was like 8, I refuse to let myself 😭😂and 3 semesters in to university and lots of parties and drinks I’ve never actually thrown up (been pretty close though haha) *knocks on wood so I don’t jinx it*

I love Phyllis. Have I said that yet??

“..do you have anything to stop my mascara from running” lol I am Trixie

but was there no waterproof mascara yet?

uh oh here comes the asshole sergeant (I think it’s the same guy as later on?), and Tom is so reasonable lol

Shelagh’s hat with the flowers lol, but yes her cute summer dress love it, glad she only took one cardigan 😂

Lol when the sergeant tells Trixie don’t smile 😂😂

yes Dr Myra pulled up, I thought she was kinda bitchy at first and still kinda do but she’s tough and badass so I’m here for it

“I can see the caption now, English Roses dash African Skies exclamation mark!” .. “this is a new camera” LOL AGAIN PHYLLIS IS A GEM I LOVE HER SHE’S SO FUNNY

And again Trixie’s dress, it’s so pretty I want it😭😭

And again I’m Trixie, talking about needing a face mask 😂

lol Babs you smell like grajo 😂

Phyllis sniffing her 😂 “you’ve had enough barley sugar and sympathy”

The spider 😂 I don’t like spiders so I relate lol & Barbara killing it and coming at Phyllis with the clapback “there’s venom on it and some backbone”

Why do I find the linen habits funny?

Aw Shelagh “it’s at times like this I wonder what would Sister Evangelina do” I’m so glad she brought her up

Rip sister E 😰

I feel like Patrick would still feel hot in that linen suit, like it’s still a suit lol? same with the nuns but like they have no other choice

Alright I’ll give Dr Myra that though asking about radium treatment was naive of Patrick

Fred is so funny though 😂 leaving his mark by shaving lol

Throwback to Shelagh’s og bri nylon nightgown’s first appearance 😉

“What’s all this” LOL about to be the cause of this miraculous conception that’s what 😂

“It’s made of a new material called bri nylon..” Shelagh is so cute and genuinely wanting to explain 💕

Lol like cmon u know Patrick probably doesn’t give a fuck and is gonna take it off

Of course Trixie would be mad she didn’t get to set her hair

“That hat covers a multitude of sins” that’s legit one of my fav Barbara lines 😂😂

Shelagh is the only one who brought the belt to her uniform because she’s Shelagh & has to look calm, cool, collected and professional lol

Phyllis’s kink: rolodex systems 📇

lol I really do like Dr Myra, making Patrick feel dumb and I don’t care

“..and they live in a society that is gradually stripping them of any dignity or freedoms they ever had..” again I like Dr Myra a lot. I didn’t really think she had a white savior complex as some people thought because she wasn’t trying to change anything just to help. She even says later on she does it for their need not her beliefs

Proud of Babs for learning xhosa phrases

Just watching this man run makes me tired & he has like tb right? yup

LOL PHYLLIS IS LIKE DO I LOOK SCARED? kicking Fred out the drivers side 😂

“I’m all for persistence in the face of adversity” I loved this scene between Trixie and Roza 😭💕 too bad I didn’t know I was gonna end up sobbing later

Did the nurses and everyone know how bad Apartheid was?

“We have to bloom where we are planted” VANESSA REDGRAVE SAID A VARIATION OF THIS IN THE SERIES 2 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL WHEN MY BBY SHELAGH WAS GETTING READY BEFORE THE WEDDING I REMEMBER

Damn tho Dr Myra didn’t have to yell at the lady :/

THE SCENERY THOUGH, I WANT TO GO TO SOUTH AFRICA

Phyllis learned some xhosa too and im not surprised, she does it all

“Do you have the means to protect this mother and myself” no, “Then I don’t wish to hear anymore about it” PHYLLIS IS HARDCORE SHE DOES NOT GIVE ANY SHITS I LOVE IT

Aw Tom watching babs with the baby

lol I’m not ready for them to have a kid so I hope they wait a series at least

“NURSE BUCKLE” im cryin laughing 😂 I need more of the Phyllis and Fred dynamic

She just had a baby IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE, YES THE MOTHERS ARE HEROINES

“Hells teeth” lol Patrick tried to make hells bells a thing but we know it can’t compare

Trixie serving another look, but whats new? But yes girl you watch those c-sections you’re up to the plate soon!

Haha she’s gonna teach Babs how to smoke

“They aren’t good for you, and the pair of you should know that” YES PHYLLIS WHY DOESNT TRIXIE KNOW OR CARE?

LOL SISTER WINIFRED we know you’re a red head

Idc, sister W used to smoke. I know it 😂 she was living it up before joining the order and lowkey while she’s been a nun, I just want to know her real name?

Of course Shelagh is worried about the lack of records but aye there’s the dress from 6.03 that magically fit even though her uniform didn’t 🙃?

“Typhoo, we brought it with us” YES I HAVE IT & I KNOW WHAT IT IS NOW & CAN RELATE

This scene with Roza & Constance & the nurses + sister W was so sweet I loved it 💕

“Why you should never be sorry, just be glad” 😭😭 there must be something in my eye that’s why it’s watery

Lol aw Trixie saying sister Winifred don’t go yet

Sister Winifred dancing 😂 go to compline

I lowkey have the sister Bernadette unhappy with being a nun vibes from sister Winifred except she’s never really unhappy? You get me? Like she’s annoyingly enthusiastic (in a cute way) most of the time but you can tell she wants to do thing nuns can’t do

“I just want to get it started so I can run him over” DO IT FRED ILL GIVE U $5

“I’m here on a missionary basis, I’m trying not to think uncharitable thoughts” LOL DONT WORRY TOM, SHELAGH’s GOT YOU COVERED

“I’m perfectly happy to think them for you” and she pushes her glasses up 😂 I LOVE The sas. I love her. & then Patrick is like “that’s my girl” & it’s cute af

Dr Myra you’re in pain, I see you

LMAO SHE MAD THAT SISTER FELICITY DIED LIKE SHE MADE THE CHOICE?

“I don’t believe in any of that” how do you tell a nun you don’t believe in God lol?

CHURCH LIT 💃🏼👏🏼

SHELAGH & SISTER WINIFRED TRYING TO COPY THEIR DANCE IS THE CUTEST THING 😭

All of them in the back of the truck is the second cutest thing 😭✨

I cherish the two seconds Shelagh and Trixie sat next to each other 😭 I just want them to be friends!! give me a cute scene between them pls, I won’t stop asking till I get one

yikes @ the water, STILL RELEVANT IN 2017! even in the US in flint

THE ELEPHANTS! ah love it. I want to go on an African safari 😭 guess I have to settle for the fake on in Disney’s Animal Kingdom.. it’s lit though I won’t lie

Mathias and Able 💔💔 and Patrick explaining “man to man”

“All medicine is good, usually” UGH THE THALIDOMIDE

No Dr Myra!!

It’s not liver cancer!! Ah now to wait till they realize

“There’s never no hope at all Patrick, it’s 1962” YES SHELAGH, THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE. ESPECIALLY CAUSE YOU’RE HAVING A FREAKING BABY, #LETSGETIT1962

Don’t worry Tom, leave it to the pros. Sister Julienne is gonna handle Mr Stark(e)?

SHELAGH WITH THE GOATS IM DEAD, why is she scared of goats but delivered fucking piglets in series 1? I’d be more scared of pigs?

Shelagh talking to sister MJ on the phone 😭💕 THEYRE BOTH PRECIOUS

fuck it’s Roza, brb im gonna cry now

😰😰💔💔 phantom pregnancy

Trixie hurting me more

beach time 🌞🌞

SHELAGH TURNER AKA SISTER BERNADETTE SERVING LOOKS ON THE BEACH. I’ve seen this 3 times and I’m still shook like The hat, the swimsuit, the sunglasses, I am d e a d once again😍😍 when will your fav ever?? She’s sunburnt and still killing it

LOL spicy sausage..

Phyllis in trousers >>

Also Phyllis had her camera where are the photos when they get back?

BEATRIX FRANKLIN SLAYING IN the black two piece and clubmasters AGAIN, when will your fav ever?

HOW DO I GET TO LOOK LIKE THAT? 😭😭😍😍

How am I so attached to Trixie and Shelagh’s characters like wtf?? Everything they do and say and wear, I’m just shook all the time. It’s not normal

Like Laura Main and Helen George could literally punch me in the face and I’d thank them

Why did Barbara get so mad on the beach with Tom? I feel the stress was real but damn

lol shoutout to everyone on Tumblr for pointing out that Shelagh and Patrick were being cute in the corner watching the sunset or whatever

I loved this scene between Tom and Trixie💕

MY BBY HAS COME SO FAR, SHE’S GROWN AND SHE IS THRIVING. LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO PERFORM A DAMN C-SECTION 😭

also she looks so beautiful, I want to look like that ah😍

Shelagh with the picture of Tim and Angela 😭💔💔

THEN SHE TOOK IS TO THE HOSPITAL UGH, so glad that is over it was too much

“I knew that yearning once, I was lucky because it left me when we adopted our daughter..” UGH CRYIN AND NOW SHE’S HAVING A BABY ANYWAY

BUT I LOVED THIS SCENE AS WELL

Shelagh is understanding & not judgmental of Dr Myra and I just love seeing her nursing & well I love everything she does but I’m so glad she had such great screen time

FRED DOING THE HAND MOTIONS FOR WHAT TOM WAS SAYING LMAO

“Medicine isn’t about doing what’s easy, it’s about doing what’s essential” yes Patrick, we have come full circle

there’s always a moment when I watch ctm and I’m like “I should’ve tried to become a nurse” then I’m like LOL NAH. The nursing program is so intense at my university I wouldn’t pass it anyway 😂

my mother’s a nurse though, I’ll leave it to her. After watching this episode it reminded her of how she always wanted to do a mission trip or like nurses without boarders and was trying to tell my dad she still wants to go 😂

too bad I’ve ruined her plans because my university’s tuition is ungodly & I didn’t get one damn scholarship

“No anesthesia” DR MYRA IS NO JOKE, kick ass woman.

Patrick, Shelagh and Sister J aka the dream team

How did they fake this? So crazy

“When people have no love to live for, it’s so very easy to fill that void with hate” 💔💔 something is in my eye again😭

“ Look where we ended up” “WE HAVEN’T ENDED UP ANYWHERE..and I’m not going to say anything else because I’m afraid I may speak sharply and no matter how high the stakes you don’t deserve that” HELL YEA SHELAGH, I’m so proud.

Sister W casually trying to not look at the handsome but sweaty Tom

Oh shit Dr Myra’s down

CORRA SHELAGH

Shelagh holding the umbrella and laying in the back with Dr Myra >>

Now Constance��s going into labor

Mr Stark I know you think you have a reason to be an asshole but wtf she’s a nun? Like you don’t even feel slightly disrespectful?

“I know what is it to have nothing but a photograph or two..” UGH THAT EPISODE WITH SISTED J’S OLD BOYFRIEND KILLED ME

I love Sister Julienne, I hope we can see hear more of her past.

Lol pbs cut that scene of Babs singing but why?

“Then we have no choice. We have to operate ourselves.” YOU CAN DO IT TRIXIE

the first time watching this my anxiety was on 1000

Phyllis tying up Trixie’s gown up like they’re suiting up for battle

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND IM STILL NERVOUS

THE BABY IS STUCK LIKE I WOULDVE FREAKED TF OUT

this is also why I won’t be a nurse or doctor lol, I’m always panicking

BABS PUSH THE BABY BACK UP

AYE GRACIAS DIOS, ALL IS WELL

“Well done Trixie, I couldn’t be more proud of you” 😭💕 me either

Yea I say you earned a cigarette

Better late than never to make amends I guess, but get that clean water going asap no rocky

The Turners are back 👏🏼

THE CAKE TIN 😭😭

& Able and Mathias 😭😭

Aw Tom proposing ☺️ I don’t really feel anything for them as a couple but this was a cute moment 😭

SHELAGH AND PATRICK GIVING TIM’S LEG BRACES TO MATHIAS AH MY HEART

And they got the water 😭

I LIED BEFORE EVERYONE JUMPING UNDER THE WATER PUMP IS THE CUTEST THING😭💕👏🏼✨

“Not all gifts come tied in ribbons, or at a special time of year. Some blessings surprise us arriving unlabeled and we embrace them in a blaze of joy” DAMN IT VANNESSA IM CRYIN THANKS (also now it seems like foreshadow for baby Turner)

Roza as secretary!! My heart again

I bet Trixie took over like a badass while Dr Myra was recovering

THE GOATS HAHA

PHYLLIS TAKING ALL THOSE PHOTO’S AT THE END IS THE GREATEST PART 😭💖 IM SO HAPPY AND MY HEART GROWS LIKE THE GRINCH EVERY TIME I WATCH THIS SHOW

LOL THE NUNS GOT PHOTOBOMBED BY A CHICKEN

AND CUE REDGRAVE

“But though they’d given their labor and their love, they also took and they learned and they went home wiser, enriched in ways they could not count”

The End 😭😭💕💕😰😰

Ugh I don’t care, that special was spectacular and I loved every minute.

#call the midwife #I'm TRASH FOR THIS SHOW #lets get it 1962 #am I still cryin?#yes #I'm still not over it #my commentaries™

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hopelesscobwebs · 8 years

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92 Asks Game!

I’m finally doing this. I thought it would be fun and i’m bored af so here we go:

Tagged by: @just-a-crazy-nerd love you <3

LAST

1) Drink: Water (gotta stay hydrated y’all)

2) Phone call: My Dad.

3) Text message: “My legs are dead. All I wanna do is sleep but I have to do music homework” to my friend like a week ago (I don’t text much lmao).

4) Song listened to: Sumertime, By My Chemical Romance

5) Time you cried: Maybe 2 days ago? (I was really sad over MCR), but the last time I really, like really cried was maybe last week.

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: ahaha twice? You’re so funny. I haven’t dated someone once...

7) Been cheated on: My cat once slept on my sisters bed instead of mine so that counts.

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: What don’t you get about FOREVER ALONE HERE.

9) Lost someone special: Perhaps, It kinda depends really what you count as “lost”. But yeah, unfortunately.

10) Been depressed: I have been in dark mindsets a lot lately.

11) Gotten drunk and puked: Never been drunk before (I am so cool like that)

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Probably Blue, But to narrow it down: Teal

13) Rich purple

14) Probably black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Tons (ilysm guys)

16) Fallen out of love: no (kinda yes... but William doesn’t count)

17) Laughed until you cried: Yes, Yesterday (we were bottle flipping and then someone made a seal noise, don’t even get me started)

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: Hopefully not, there’s not much to gossip about when it comes to me.

19) Met someone who changed your life: If Discovering MCR counts... then yes.

20) Found out who your true friends are: *Ahem*... yes...

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Haha this list of asks is so funny. what don’t you get about NOT BEEN KISSED EVER... *cries*

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: like almost 400? idek. (I know them all in person btw, i’m not one of those weirdos that just friends anybody). I barely use FB tbh

23) Pets: oh boy.... I have 6 cats guys... thats right, you can call me the crazy cat lady.

24) Want to change your name: My last name yes. Quick, somebody marry me

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: A Spongebob birthday cake, a Vampire Diaries pillow, depression um what... I got to eat all my fave foods in one day, that was pretty special even though i threw up at the end of it

26) Time I woke up: like 9:30?

27) Were you doing at midnight: Watching Frerard video edits...

28) Can’t you wait for: FOR ME TO ORDER MCR MERCH AS A TRIBUTE ON MARCH 22 *cries and dies*

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: like 4 hours ago.

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: I sometimes wish I was born 10 years earlier but then I remember... there’d be no quality memes for a long time...

31) Are you listening to right now: MCR, what else honestly...

32) Gets on your nerves: When people make up those shitty things like “ UR NOT A TRUE FAN UNLESS YOU HAVE THIS OR DO THIS BLAH BLAH” like stfu, I am a fan in my own way. Racists, Homophobes, just basically anyone who thinks they have the right to tell you not to be yourself, like seriously, fuck off.

33) Talked to a person named Tom: My cat is called Tom, so that counts.

34) Is your most visited website: Tumblr, no doubt (or YouTube or guitar tabs, or Putlocker lets be honest)

35) Elementary school/primary school: I can’t even remember tbh and I ain’t tellin you

36) High School: The one I’m at now. Ha, got ya

37) College: n o , I am too young, gosh

38) Hair colour: Brown/ Blonde (streaks, naturally from sun lmao)

39) Long/short hair: I just cut it all off this year. Think 1920′s hair and that’s me.

40) Crush: There’s a cute guy in my chem class but that’s about it #foreveralone

41) Do you like about yourself: My final wakeup call of music interests. I used to be so shallow in that department. Um.... I guess I like the fact that I get on better with older people (I skipped a year at school so all my classmates are a year older anyways) idek. There’s not really much to like.

42) Piercings: 1 on each ear (i’m thinking of getting a second set) But I barely wear earrings tbh

43) Blood type: Idk, it would be cool to know tho

44) Nickname: Some of my friends call me Em but barely. Emy / Emz by family (if any of you call me that, it’ll be weird lmao) PLEASE START A TREND...CALL ME EM

45) Relationship status: single as a pringle and not ready to mingle please i have anxiety *daydreams about meeting perfect boy*

46) Zodiac: Scorpio yeah boi

47) Pronouns: she/her

48) Favourite show: Supernatural, Miraculous Ladybug (don’t call me a kid for watching it I swear I’ll end u ahaha), Rick and Morty, The Vampire Diaries... I could go on for days

49) Tattoos: I always think they’re a cool concept but i’d probably chicken out at the last minute, so no

50) Left or right handed: right

FIRST

51) Surgery: I got a tooth removed quite a few years back, I went under genral anaesthetic and everything.

52) Piercings: Ears

53) Best friend: Gabby, We don’t talk anymore sadly but I still love her <3

54) Sport: Ummm well i’ve always loved badminton but i’ve never taken a serious sport class before lmao

55) Vacation: I’m pretty sure it was to Melbourne, Australia, We saw some really cool outdoor art and went to see Wicked at some theater, that’s all I remember.

56) Pair of shoes: Say wat?

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: I wish I was eating

58) Drinking: the dead souls of my enemies wait what

59) I am about to: Rearrange my sitting position and continue to write this long ass ask thing.

60) Listening to: The End, My Chemical Romance

61) Waiting for: My sis to get home so I can use her credit card to buy MCR merch, no really, this is the truth. I n e e ed it

62) Want to see: MCR get back together in 2019 for at least a reunion song or SOMETHING PLEASE. Also, a Panic! concert because I missed the last one in my country. ALSO a Supernatural Convention

63) Want to get married: Well it would be nice, gotta find a guy first, there’s the hard part

64) Career: I never know... I like to think that my dream is to be in a band but that aint ever gonna happen. I really wanna do something that can help people idek.

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: Well i’ve never kissed anyone and I lOvE HuGs, THEY ARE JUST SO NICE, LIKE AHHH GIMME UR LOVE, GIMME HUUUGGSSS. If I ever meet any of you in person, I’ll be really shy, but know deep down that all I wanna do is HUG YOU SNDKJGSND.

66) Lips/eyes: Eyes hold secrets, I love them

67) Taller/shorter: gimme da toll peeps, But I love the smol beans too

68) Younger/older: It depends

69) Romantic/spontaneous: probably spontaneous just to keep me on my toes.

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: um wat? idek i dont pay attention to that

71) Sensitive/loud: Sensitive

72) Hookup/relationship: Relationship definitely

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: Hesitant alien

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: W h A t D o N t Y o U g E t A b O u T i T... I AINT KISSED NOBODY BEFORE. gosh, way to rub it in *cries*

75) Drank hard liquor: well. i’ve tried some heavy stuff before but it was a sip and I spat it out coz it literally tasted like p o i s o n. Alcohol is so gross

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t need glasses

77) Turned someone down: ??? There hasn’t been anyone to turn down god damnit

78) Canoodling on a first date: They gotta earn that, so no

79) Broken someone’s heart: I sure as hell hope not.

80) Had your own heart broken: mcr breaks my heart E V E R Y GOD DAMN DAY

81) Been arrested: no, I am a good gal

82) Cried when someone died: yes, my grandmother

83) Fallen for a friend: Oh boy, yesyesyes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: Not really, but I want to.

85) Miracles: I wish for them but I don’t really think they occur

86) Santa Claus: No, I actually never believed in him when I think about it

87) Kisses on a first date: YAS when it’s been all perfect and he walks ya up to your door ABJISLBHDLBHLA

88) Angels: um... Castiel???

89) Love at first sight: Yes but not like first sight, more like first discussion, when you can instantly click with someone in that first moment idk.

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Can I just list all my tumblr friends names? Because YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY ALL MY FAVES, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU <3

91) Eye color: Grey Blue

92) Favourite movie: idek there are so many but: The Abduction Club, is one of my faves, Singin’ in the Rain, Sing Street, and that’s all that’s coming to mind atm.

I tag: (all my BEAUTIFUL AMAZING tumblr frens I mentioned before) @omg-i-cannot-even @shipsareamazing123 @mychemicalchinchilla @potterlock5ever @immacrazyfangirl @trashholeofshittybandstuff @shadowgirl077 @that-awkward-fangirl @lizbeth-loves-bobear @anyone i forgot and anyone who wants to do it! go ahead! <3

#asks game #i tag you #tags #tag game #frens #questions #yay #92 asks game!#i love you all so much

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warmau · 8 years

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{Modern Vampire!AU} the8 & joshua

i wrote these as a comission kind of thing for a friend of mine and since people wanted me to post them, here they are!!

{blood mention/drinking mention}

Joshua

is totally attending different colleges under false names because he’s stuck in his age for the rest of his life might as well look like he’s doing something other twenty year olds should be doing - right?

got transformed when he went to korea for vacation and well....he didn’t want to tell everyone in the US that hey im a vampire now so he decided he’d stay in korea instead,,,

doesn’t take the time to hide his fangs like other vampires his age, so people sometimes are like wow what sharp teeth! and he’s just like uh yeah all people in america have these and he can’t believe it but 70% people believe him.......

as cliche as it sounds you meet him at a party

a party.....neither of you want to be at seeing as though u got dragged here by a friend of yours and joshua had come over to see if seungcheol was going to finally give him his book back but well....seungcheol just HAPPENED to be throwing a party......

and so you’re both like standing beside the snacks table which is just a mess now with chips splayed all over the place and “punch” leaking out of cups and like

you have your glass of water which you had gotten for ur friend who had refused it and joshua is just shifting back and forth with this annoyed expression on his face

and you look up at him and you’re like

“........do you need to use the restroom.....or are you trying to dance?”

and joshua gives you a sideways glare and he’s like “neither. im trying to find out where seungcheol is. i need to talk to him.” and you just sip your water like “that might take some time, i just saw him disappear out the door with someone, don’t think he’s gonna be coming back for the night.”

you can literally see the pissed off expression on joshua’s face just get worse and he looks like he might punch a wall or something so you’re like

“what do you need from him anyway?” and joshua, through gritted teeth is like “a................book.” and you’re like...............a book? really? you look like you want to murder him over a book, what is it like 100 year old copy?

and joshua’s like “yes” and you’re like LMAO RIGHT (it actually......is......joshua bought it for a class he had back in the 1920s)

but anyway you have no way of knowing that and of course you don’t believe him and joshua just turns around and grabs a cup of punch and downs it in one shot and you’re like “woah-”

but then he’s like “um,,,,,,,this isn’t juicE?” and you’re like YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS PUNCH

the myth about vampires being party animals with high tolerances: debunked by hong joshua

and joshua wipes at his lips and he’s like “it’s even grosser than juice, it’s disgusting”

and you’re like “yeah alcohol is gross if you don’t drink it often” and joshua mumbles “i don’t drink human drinks often but god...” and you’re like human?? what now??

but anyway this joshua kid, he’s interesting. he’s got something about him that’s different and your friend has long since abandoned you and he’s the only one here who isn’t completely full of himself so you’re like

“wanna ditch the party?” and he snorts like “i want to find seungcheol and -” and you’re like “yeah yeah, that won’t happen tonight c’mon let’s sneak out”

and you grab his hand and joshua scrunches up his nose but lets you pull him along because honestly the smell of sweat and other things is clogging up his nose and so when you’re outside just the two of you in the night air

joshua can finally breath a bit easier and that’s when he notices that you smell,,,,,,,,,,well you smell sweet

and ofc he can’t tell you this lmao but he’s intrigued because he’s been a vampire for a bit over century and sure there have been humans who smell sweet but yours is something more,,,

and his urge for human blood has been calmed by a 60 year diet of straight up cows blood but he takes a step closer and almost has to actually stop himself from moving your hair a bit away to expose your neck

but yeah you notice this, the way joshua is basically borrowing holes into you with his eyes and you’re like well you chuckle and he’s like ?? and you’re like “you’re staring at me so intently, at the party it didn’t seem like you were the least bit interested”

the comment makes joshua embarrassed, of course no blush because no blood, but he just looks down and he’s like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,don’t take it the wrong way

but you giggle because you think it’s cute and confidently you’re like “hmm i don’t know i think i want to take it the wrong way”

and joshua is kind of left speechless and you’re like “.......if that book you gave seungcheol is actually 100 years old do you have other books that old in your dorm?” and joshua doesn’t have enough time to sort out a reaction he’s just like “....well yes”

and you’re like omg cool let’s go

and you’re leading him off again and joshua wants to shake off your hand because he shouldn’t be doing this, but then again he’s had like 10 different roommates through the years he’s been attending ‘college’ and it’s not like he’s ever hurt someone when they’re alone

but that sweet,,,,,smell

but it’s too late you’ve basically dragged him to the dorm and joshua begrudgingly lets you follow him inside and the bookcase beside joshua’s bed is stuffed to the point of suffocation

and you immediately run over to see his collection while joshua takes an awkward seat on his bed and you pick a book up and you’re like

“wow,,,,,,,it’s falling apart, i think this one REALLY is 100 years old” and joshus is just like “i already told you-”

and you’re like “you must have got them from your grand parents or something, right?”

and joshua looks at you for a moment and smirks and you tilt your head in confusion but he’s like “yeah. grandparents.”

and that’s how you spend a good hour going through all his books and joshua slowly gets a bit more comfortable with your presence

until you sit beside him, point to the open book in his lap and because you’re leaning over neck exposes itself right before him and he just,,,,stares

and when you look up you see how fixated he is and you flush red because wow he’s looking at you like,,,,,,,,,,like that

and you maybe.....totally.......really......thought he was cute too and you hadn’t any intentions when you came over but now,,,

and you’re not the type to hold it back especially since joshua is just blatantly looking at you and so you lean up a bit and put your lips over his

and somehow joshua gets hypnotized by the sweetness of you and he lets you kiss him,,,he lets you kiss him while he chants in his head that he needs to stop but he can’t - he can’t

but then you pull back suddenly

and joshua sees the alarm in your eyes and you bring your fingers to your lips and when you pull them back

theres a tiny hint of blood and you’re like

“.................f-fangs?”

and joshua’s eyes widen and he’s like f U C-

and you’re like “you ha- h-have fangs?” and he’s like oh god how do i get out of this but he literally cannot think straight because the blood on your finger is driving him crazy and before he cant stop himself he’s reaching out for your wrist, bringing your finger against his own lips

and you’re like oh my god o h my g o d

and joshua almost - almost licks the blood off but then stops himself and is like “you should go, please”

and you’re like “no what - no - are you ok?”

joshua swats your hand away when you try to reach out and he grabs his head and he’s like ,,,,,,,, “just forget it- forget everything”

but you just stand there and gently you put your hand over joshua’s and you’re like “i don’t want to leave, until you tell me you’re ok”

and joshua can’t believe you he looks up from between his hair and he’s like “are you crazy, you’re the one who won’t be ok if you stay here - i’ll-”

and you laugh because you’re like “if you would have wanted to bite me, you would have already. im not scared, but you look like you’re in pain - do you want...........it?”

and you offer up the still small smear of blood on your finger and for a second joshua stares at it but then he shakes his head and goes “i can’t give in-”

you nod and leave the room for a bit and joshua hears the sound of running water in the sink and you come back and smile and you’re like “that’s it, my tongue might still be bleeding a bit but i got the blood off my finger. are you ok?”

joshua looks at you and he’s like,,,,,once again you’ve left him dumbfounded and he’s like

“you should go.”

and you nod, turning to go through the door but then you turn back and lean up and tap your cheek and joshua is like ,........what the heck are you doing

and you’re like “i dont want to kiss you because your fangs cut my tongue, but you should at least give me a kiss goodnight.”

and joshua, again if he had blood would be blushing, but instead he just turns his head and he’s like “i said go”

but you pout and you’re like “kiss goodnight or i tell seungcheol you don’t need that ancient book back”

joshua turns to you and he’s like,,,,,,,fine and he presses his lips to your cheek and pulls back, still scared a bit because your smell really is pulling on his heartstrings

but you just grin and wave like you’re really going to leave but then you turn one more time and you’re like

“.....so your books? they’re not from your grandparents are they?”

joshua takes a second but he can’t even help but smile

“no. no they’re not.”

the8

is part of an ancient, royal chinese coven of vampires who have disguised themselves as high ranking government officials to be able to keep their double lives secret

is the son of council women vampire who is close to the president of china, but is also second-in-command of the actual coven

is always super graceful about everything he does and the chinese media call him the ‘ice-cold prince’ because he doesn’t make many expressions

you, are a simple tourist who came to see zhongnanhai but you’re also to curious for your own damn good so you end up breaking off from the tour group and skipping down a long, dark hallway because

yeah you’re sure they’ll be something cool at the end of it

and there is

there’s two men, who look rather important seeing as though they’re dressed in suits and one of them is holding what looks like,,,some kind of animal??

and you’re like “oh! maybe this place has a house ca-”

but then one of the men turn around and you can see blood dripping from his mouth

and the animal they’re holding is ,,,,is dead

and you’re about to scream and one the men drops the animal to lunge at you

but suddenly there’s a hand over your mouth and the man freezes up in shock

and you look up and you see this handsome young man holding you against him and in quick chinese he says something that makes the other two cower in fear and run off

and when he lets go of you, you turn and i mean you damn near drop right there because

he’s so beautiful?? like a painting come to life??

and you want to stutter out a thank you but he just looks at you, eyes a deep brown ringed by vibrant red

and you can only manage a- “you - you’re a vampire too”

and the boy just rolls his eyes but nods and puts a finger to his mouth as a signature to keep quiet

and then, you actually don’t even notice but he’s still supporting you with his other hand around your waist

and when he lets go you almost lose feeling in your leg because wow ok what everyone in china is a vampire? everyone in the imperial city is a vampire? beautiful people are all vampires? what the he c k

but he then gently takes your wrist and leads you back down the long hallway you came from

and as he’s walking you think to yourself that,,,,wait if he hadn’t been there -would you have been bitten?

and before he leaves you back in the main entrance you came from, you ask him for his name

and he just simply says “xu minghao” and you’re like “can i ask another question?” and he’s like “no.”

but you don’t listen and your’e like “do you - do you bite people-”

but he just smiles and touches the top of your heart, almost the same way people pet children and he turns around and in a flash he disappears

and you’re,,,,,,,standing there, stuck with the vague image of his face still in your head and you want to just shake it off because you’re probably not going to see him again

and you can see your tour group returning in the distance and so you take a step forward, but then you decide no - you can’t just join them, you have to see this whole place for yourself (what other fantastical things could be hiding there??)

so instead of joining them and guaranteeing safety, you go back into another hallway

and as you’re wondering you don’t even see the time pass

and you don’t care because this place is huge and beautiful and hey, no other vampires to bump into

but then as you’re about to raise your camera to take a photo of this mural you see when a hand blocks the lens

and oh god the hair on the back of your neck stand up because you’re like,,,,,vampire-

but then when you turn it’s him again,,,,,,,xu minghao

and before you can say much he gives you a sideways smirk and he’s like

“you really like to get yourself into trouble so much?”

and you swallow like wh-what

and he’s like “tours are over. and you’re still here, even when you know vampires are running around?”

you go a bit red in the cheeks but you’re like !!!! “im sorry, ill leave”

but for some reason he doesn’t step aside, he’s just like “it’s fine. you can keep looking but ill stay here in case you run into any of my friends.”

and you can hear that he’s half joking, but then you take a step forward and he falls into place beside you

and you know,,,,,having him there does bring some kind of peace of mind but then fifteen minutes of silence you turn to him and you’re like

“how do i know you’re not luring me to my death?”

and he flicks those pretty eyes at you again and grins

and before you can take your next breath, he grips you in his arms, tilting you sideways and brushing his lips against your neck - the coldness makes you shiver and then

you feel it

the graze of his sharp teeth and your body is practically pressed against his yet,,,,no heartbeat

and you’re like oh GOD WHy c ouldn’t i keep my mouth shut

but just as you squeeze your eyes closed

minghao let’s you go and you drop to the floor in shambles and he’s just chuckling, squatting down beside you on the floor like

“if i wanted you to be my dinner, i would have just done it - don’t you think?”

and you huff and you’re like heY you played a trick on me-

and minghao shrugs like “sorry~ you just looked so vulnerable hehe”

and you swat at him and his eyes widen and he’s like

“look at you - enough courage to even try to hurt a vampire?”

and you’re like “im gonna get up and im gonna chASE You unTil YOU APOLOGIZE” and you do get up and try to jump at him

but minghao just laughs and basically teleports his way down the hall

and you’re like COME BACK

and he’s like hehehe you think you can catch a vampire???

and that’s how you end up trying to chase him down through the halls, once you almost knocked over a vase but minghao was fast enough to catch it - while aLSO STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT AT YOU

and you’re just like frustrated because he’s so fast

and you’re like it’s not fAIR you’re subhuman

and you want to give up but then minghao appears by your side, kissing your cheek faster than lightening and being like “c’mon - i bet you can get me if you try!!”

and you do this till you finally run past an open window and you’re like oH GOD ITs so dark

and minghao appears on the windowsill like you’re right, it is - you should get back to your hotel and you’re like LMAO if i knew how

and he just grins and he’s like “how do you feel about a vampire escorting you?”

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